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houseofthedragonn · 3 days ago

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belong to you

cregan stark x wife

DEDICATION - @zeanie @lady-dragon-rider @finemessiness 💕💕💕 (sorry it’s so short just finished writing a fuck ton for uni)

SYNOPSIS - after a fierce battle against the greens, the loss of his men, despite still winning, angers cregan—and how his men look at you. you begged him to take you with him camp to camp to be his respite in his tent…

WARNINGS - smut, voyeurism, semi-public tent sex

“I belong to you—fucking hells! You’re so big…” My screams Stark elicited from how hard he fucked me in his tent, for all his men to hear.

“Say it again… louder!” Cregan commanded, plowing into me, bent over his war map on the table shaking from the sheer force.

He was flush against me, sweaty chest sticking to my back.

His hips snapping into mine with such strength I swore the table would break underneath us. I knew on my hipbones digging into the wood there would be bruises, but they would be nothing compared to how scared and scathed he and his men were when they returned. After cleaning him up, I always comforted him. Which always resulted in Stark fucking me senseless. Either out of anger, from losing his men, despite the fact that they still won. Or adrenaline, after battle got Cregan’s blood rushing.

In this case it was both, and he took me like a mad, rabid dog.

“I’m yours, Stark! No one else’s! Only yours, handsome…” I rambled, a drooling, panting mess on his desk as he railed into me at a relentless pace.

I already came more times than I could count. But Cregan was unforgiving when it came to giving me respite. As I was his from the battlefield. But when his men, whose blood was also up after battle, lusted after me in my neckline plunging dresses I wore for only Stark, he was angry. Dragging me back into our tent after I ran out to greet him mere moments after they won. He did not say a word, other than commanding I undress. I did as he ordered, only after insisting he let me patch him up. My expert sewing aiding on the battlefield by giving stitches, but he hated how I had to touch the other men to do my job.

Jealousy he had never felt so strongly before marrying me.

Which was why my gentle lover turned so harsh in how hard he fucked me, making me scream. Needing to hear that I was his and his alone. And I loved saying it.

“That’s right, gorgeous… you’re all mine! And I’m yours… no one else can make you feel this good, can they?” Cregan asked as he slumped over me with all his muscle weighing me down, biting my shoulder as he rutted into me like an animal. “Answer me, pretty…”

“No! No one else can… only you! And your cock… so fucking big, Stark!” I screamed as I felt another orgasm building, my wet cunt clenching around him once more.

He pulled my hair to crane my neck up, kissing my lips so hard they were swollen, starting to bruise.

“Good girl… are you going to come again for me? And let all my men hear how good I make you feel, beautiful?” Stark snarled, his thrusts growing faster and harder, before adding his fingers to circle my clit.

“Yes, fucking hells, yes! I want them all to hear… how only you can make me feel, Cregan!” I cried, feeling tears prick at my eyes from how overstimulated I was from pleasure and pain.

“Then let go, my love… and I’ll fill you up again and again…” Stark sighed, panting as he plowed into me sloppily, on the edge of his own release.

“Oh, Stark! Seven fucking hells…” I cried, coming around his cock, grasping at whatever parts of him I could, reaching behind me.

“Good gods, you’re so tight… fuck! I love you, gorgeous…” Cregan groaned as I felt his hot seed paint my walls white inside, my clenching cunt draining him of every last drop.

“I love you, handsome… only you, Stark… no one else…” I praised him as we rode out our highs together.

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yukioos · 2 days ago

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what would the terms of endearment be in a pre-relationship and official relationship with monoma, bakugo, shoto, and hitoshi?

what they’d call their partner and vice versa hehe

(づ๑•ᴗ•๑)づ♡ thankuuu

terms of endearment before and during relationship

featuring izuku, katsuki, shoto, eijiro, denki, hitoshi, neito

izuku midoriya

pre-relationship, i feel like izuku calls you a shorter version of your name, or a little nickname related to your own. he’d be nervous to mess up around you if you didn’t know he liked you, but he definitely gives you compliments and call you cute and pretty, although he doesn’t refer to you as that like he would with a nickname.

when you’re in a relationship, izuku calls you about any nickname imaginable. the most common ones are probably honey, sweetheart, sweetie, and love. he’d still be nervous to call you nicknames because he gets a little embarrassed at how you make him feel.

loves it when you call him zuku, honey, cutie, sweets, etc! he appreciates any nickname you call him as long as it isn’t degrading or rude.

katsuki bakugo

pre-relationship, katsuki calls you something like idiot or dumbass, though, in his mind, it is affectionate. most of the time, he just calls you by your name, however.

while in a relationship, he most likely continues calling you the nicknames he called you pre-relationship. in private, he’s overall a lot more touchy and comfortable because it’s just you two, and that’s when he calls you nicknames like doll and sweetheart. usually, he just uses those terms to tease you and make you flustered.

he loves it when you call him any nickname, though he won’t admit it. you’ll call him kats, kitty cat, baby, honey, and sometimes even dynamight if you’re feeling silly. he prefers it if you don’t call him by his hero name, however. he just wants to be known as katsuki to you.

shoto todoroki

pre-relationship, i don’t think shoto calls you many nicknames, as he didn’t grow up with his parents calling each other sweet names. however, he gives you subtle compliments by calling you pretty or beautiful.

when in a relationship, he calls you many nicknames, however i think he calls you love and wife. he would finally grow enough confidence and get past his worries, and call you honey and sweetheart.

shoto feels so loved when you call him sho, baby, cutie, and multiple other nicknames. he just loves anything you call him, including his actual name.

eijiro kirishima

pre-relationship, eijiro calls you anything and everything. some of these included baby, pretty, sweets, and a shortened version of your name.

while in a relationship, he basically just calls you the same things he called you pre-relationship, except he begins to call you love. not much changes, maybe just what nicknames you call him instead.

eijiro loves it when you call him eiji, my love, handsome, honey, etc. he doesn’t care much about what you call him, but loves that you have nicknames for him as well.

denki kaminari

pre-relationship, denki calls you so many nicknames, you could write down a whole list. he calls you nicknames like baby, pretty, cutie, and something related to one of your physical features.

while in a relationship, he calls you the same names he called you pre-relationship. again, not much changes besides the fact that he calls you honey and sweetie.

denki loves it when you call him denks, baby, honey, and just any nickname! it makes him feel so loved that you don’t just call him by his government name.

hitoshi shinso

pre-relationship, hitoshi doesn’t call you many nicknames because he doesn’t want to overstep and make you uncomfortable. however, he gives you compliments like pretty or smartie pants, sometimes smartass if you’re particularly sassy.

when you’re in a relationship, he calls you honey, darling, sweetheart, beautiful, love, etc. if the two of you got married, he’d refer to you as ‘my wife’ most of the time instead of your name.

hitoshi goes crazy when you call him honey, baby, love, toshi, sweetheart, and handsome. he feels like you’re constantly giving him compliments with what you call him.

neito monoma

pre-relationship, neito calls you sweetheart and honey, though he claims it’s in a teasing way. truthfully, he calls you that in a loving way, though he never admits it.

when in a relationship, he continues to call you sweetheart and honey, along with darling and my love. he always says it with a proud smirk on his face, knowing he always flusters you with the names.

neito loves it when you call him honey, love, sweetie, and baby. you love bothering him by calling him mama, a shorter and weird version of his last name, he hates it, however, and rolls his eyes whenever you call him that. he’s obsessed with how you say them, too.

hope you enjoy this! i didn’t add much about what reader would call the characters because everyone prefers to call their loved ones different names.

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joeldarling · 3 days ago

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Pretty Thing - Oldman!Joel x F!reader (+18)

Summary: You need to change a tire and a pretty stranger helps you with, but, of course, you have to pay him back somehow.

Warnings: MINORS DNI! F!reader, porn without a bigger plot, AGE GAP (Joel is 60), no reader description at all, p in v, public (kinda?) sex, no protection, JOEL IN GLASSES MENTIONED.

Word count: 1,9k.

A/N: English it’s not my first language, sooooo, you know. You can find more spicy and oldman!Joel in my masterlist as well. I am currently working on another soft request and might turn into a mini-series so let me know what you think! Feedbacks are utterly appreciated and my requests are always open. 💌

You know your tire is flat the moment you hear the wheel rim hitting the asphalt, and you can't help but sigh in exasperation. You're exhausted; the Texas heat is almost cruel, and it's bad enough that your old pickup truck doesn't have AC. Being inside an unventilated vehicle under the scorching sun is almost like being inside an oven, and worst of all, you don't have the slightest idea how to change a tire. You'd never been unlucky enough before and had always tried to be careful, not speeding and swerving around potholes.

But you were in a hurry that day, needing to deliver some packages for your father and get home by dinnertime to prepare something for him and feel more like a good daughter, pushing to the back of your mind the regret of not having stayed in Austin for college, but returning years later when your career hadn't even taken off.

To you, it was almost funny.

Well, things like this happen all the time.

You just needed some time to figure out what you would do with your life, and until then, you considered it a good idea to try and reconnect with the man who had resented you your whole life, treating you like a burden because your mother had decided to leave, throwing the responsibility of raising you onto him.

The spare tire was probably fine; you'd had that pickup since you were sixteen, and now, at twenty-four, your finances didn't allow for extra expenses on a newer car. Not that you cared. You were a simple girl, after all.

You got out of the vehicle, going to the back to open the tailgate; due to the lack of phone signal, not even a self-help video would be possible. You only knew that you needed to unscrew some things and fit others, nothing very practical.

You felt like lying down on the hot asphalt and staying there until a car passed and ran you over to death, but you couldn't be any later, and so, you started trying to remove the used spare tire from the pickup, without success since the lock was too tight. A few minutes later, you were almost giving up, and even if you could call someone, you simply had no one to call. Your father wouldn't come and the truck's overdue insurance even less so. You would have to figure it out yourself.

“Needin’ sum’ help over there, girl?” A stranger's voice echoed, making you jump. You hadn't even noticed his sudden approach, too caught up in your miserable thoughts to care about whoever it was. “Seems like your car’s fucked up.”

When you turn around, the air leaves your lungs, as if the heat had taken over every cell in your body, causing you to choke, stumbling over the words you want to say but can't. Damn, the stranger is possibly the most handsome man you've ever seen; the type of real beauty that makes your pussy wet, with strong hands that know how to take care of a woman.

Your spiral of thoughts scares you, but you take a deep breath; you shouldn't even be thinking about this, after all, you have a bigger problem. The man is clearly old enough to be your father, you don't even like to think about it, but you can't help it. He had a cigarette butt in his mouth, his gray hair swept back with dark curls, and he definitely had a prominent belly that made you gasp.

“Yea… Erm… My…” You point, unable to say anything else. “Not strong enough to take off the other one. It's too tight.”

And suddenly, you don't even think about the dangers that this could present. The man could be a murderer or worse, but your instincts were calm enough that your only concern was your own attire: the short lace dress, the worn leather boots, and your clear lack of sense in not wearing a bra, after all, you had planned to return home quickly.

The stranger approached the flat tire, observing it carefully, and then looked at you.

“Ya’ smoke?” He asked. You didn’t smoke, but you nodded, anxious to please that man. “M’name is Joel. Don’t worry, girl. It’ll be quick.”

You thank him in a murmur and offer him your name, which he repeats clearly, curious. You appreciate the way it sounds sweeter on his lips. Joel it’s obviously in his sixties, wearing glasses that gave away his age, flannel with jeans, even in all that heat, he didn't seem bothered, he was naturally attractive.

Joel easily removed your spare tire, changed the flat, and secured the old one back in place, even tighter. You would have it fixed as soon as possible.

You don't talk, but at times your eyes meet. He analyzes you like an experiment. Joel was just an old man who hadn't touched a woman in years, and of course, by his own choice. Even now that his daughters were grown and lived in different places, even now that he could take anyone he wanted home, he didn't like all the hunting. And well, you seemed to be offered to him on a silver platter; he had observed your reactions. The way you sighed when he took off his flannel, remaining only in his white tank top, lightly smudging the light cotton fabric with dirt from the tire, or how you seemed to stammer, trying to say something and uttering absolutely nothing, your beautiful mouth opening and closing several times.

��Ready to go, girl.” He said, wiping his dirty hands on his pants. Of course, he didn't expect any payment, but you nodded, heading towards the driver's side of the pickup, looking for your wallet and your last twenty dollars which would certainly make a difference later. It just felt wrong to let Joel go away empty-handed.

As you stretched your body to reach the small bag where you kept your things, you simply felt Joel's presence behind you; he held your waist firmly. The dress was too short for you to do that; of course, part of you had done it on purpose. He rubbed his hip against your butt. Joel was already hard, and you wondered when that had happened, not that your pussy wasn't equally wet, needing his attention since you had seen him for the first time.

"Don't need your money, pretty thing," he said, his drawl vibrating in every word as you felt him lift your dress, exposing your skin and the lace panties that barely covered anything, completely soaked for him. "It seems like you want this too, hm? Ya' made pretty obvious."

Damn.

It's nothing romantic, of course not. Your body is burning with desire for him, for a man who won't disappoint you and will do the hard work. It's hot, and the sun seems to have multiplied, but you can only feel Joel in every corner of your mind. That stranger who seemed to come from the same place as you, but for sure, Austin was big enough that you didn't know him. No kisses, but his hands slide over your waist, squeezing your flesh, and you can hear his hoarse moans, as if he's as needy as you are.

He only stops touching you to open the buckle of his leather belt and pull down his jeans just to his knees. Joel massages his own cock, completely hard and dripping with precum. You do nothing to stop him; in fact, you only arch yourself even more towards him. And when Joel pushes your panties aside, groaning at the sight of your cunt, you let out the same sound in return, almost begging him, but speaking felt wrong, too intimate, too much.

He enters you slowly, surprised by how tight you were but wild enough not to even care if you were a virgin or not, and just the thought of being your first makes him bury the rest of his lenght all at once, his cock hitting your spongy point specifically as the pain dissipated with the pleasure. Obviously, you weren't a virgin, but the only boyfriend you had in college felt like a distant past when Joel started to move, in and out.

He wanted to paint you white with his cum and as you moaned his name in a kind of mantra, Joel used one of his hands and wrapped it in your hair, pulling hard.

“Such a pretty tight cunt…” He groaned, his breath coming in gasps as your bodies dripped with sweat. Your breasts rubbed against the fabric of your dress, causing a delicious friction. You wanted more and more of him until you couldn't think anymore.

Seeming to hear your thoughts, he simply picked up the pace while letting go of your hair, and your face met the upholstery of the seat. Your hands searched for something to hold onto but Joel pinned both your wrists against your back, having complete control of everything else.

“Gonna fill ya’ up with my cum and put a baby on you so I can keep fuckin’ ya’ for the rest of m’life.” He seemed extremely willing, and you didn't fight it; it didn't seem like a bad idea. But all you could think about at that moment was how much you needed to cum and make a complete mess under his cock.

“Joel… Please…” You begged.

“Cum for me, babygirl. Make a mess for me, hm?” He seemed equally close to filling you with his cum and part of you wanted Joel to release first. But upon hearing his command, it was as if the rest of the world went silent.

You moaned his name loudly one last time; it felt so good, the way he cared about your pleasure, everything. You reached your orgasm like never before; your legs trembled, you felt your vision darken, and he didn't stop for a moment, thrusting in and out of your pussy as if his life depended on it. He savored every moment of it, making it last much longer than you were used to.

“Fuck, so tight, darlin’... M’gonna cum so good, babygirl.” He announced between his uneven breaths. Joel, despite his age, was still completely in shape; maybe it was the fact that he was feeling a pussy around his cock after a long time… He couldn't say, it just felt fucking good.

Joel finally came all inside of you, the feeling of being filled up with his cum was delicious. He seemed ecstatic and you wished so badly to see his face at that moment, but you felt completely drained, receiving everything Joel was willing to give you. You simply blacked out for a few seconds, regaining consciousness only when he finally pulled out of you, leaving a white, viscous, and warm trail.

He carefully turned your body, knowing your legs were too weak to support your own weight, and held your waist, settling you onto the seat after adjusting your panties and running his thumb across your throbbing pussy, bringing it to his lips and murmuring how delicious you were.

"Gonna need sum' time to recover, pretty thing," he said, looking equally exhausted, covered in sweat, and kept his hands on your body. "Gonna make ya' mine for sure. Never gonna change a damn tire again."

When your eyes met his, this time seeming permanent, you didn't deny any of it. God knew how much you needed someone to take care of you, and if fate had put this stranger in your path, who were you to argue?

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dedicated-to-drew · 1 day ago

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Collect Em All 🔥🥵

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warfaredoll · 2 days ago

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𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭

[𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞] 𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐤 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Erik coming home to his sweet wife who can’t help but become a emotional mess

thank u anon for requesting this ‹𝟹, pure fluff, wc 1k, will poulter is husband material

you turned toward the door, the sound of gravel crunching in the driveway. the knock was soft barely there as you looked through the small peep hole of the door

“Who is it?” you called out with a small smile on your lips

there was silence from the other side of the door and then his voice, deeper, rougher than you remembered but it was him

“your husband.” he replied

you didn’t even give yourself time to process it, your hand flew to the knob, twisted, and there he was

Erik stood there in his uniform, bag slung over one shoulder, sun catching the edges of his short buzzed blonde hair, he looked exhausted and handsome all at once

you didn’t let him say a word

you came up to him wrapping your arms tightly around his neck, burying your face in his chest with a shaky sigh of relief. his arms still hovering in the air for a second then slowly, they came down wrapping around your waist

one of his hands slid up to stroke your hair gently, fingers threading through it. “Hey” he murmured, voice soft against your temple

he just stood there with you in his arms, the door swung shut behind him with a quiet thump as he guided it closed with his foot, never loosening his hold around you

you finally pull back just enough to look at him, your arms still looped loosely around his neck. his eyes tenderly looked over you

“God” he breathes,“you look beautiful. even more than I remembered”

his fingers graze the thin strap of your dress, a smile tugs at the corner of his lips a little teasing. “you wore this one for me, didn’t you?”

you can only nod, “I know you like it” you whisper

“I love it” he says, “looks even better now that I’m here to see it on you.”

his hands come up to cup your face gently, thumbs brushing across your cheeks and his gaze softens even more

“I missed you so much. I thought about you every single day.”

your lower lip trembles as you look up at him, a pout starting to form. you bite it back, but the thoughts creep in anyway the thoughts of him in danger, in pain, alone.

he notices immediately. his brow furrows and he leans in a little closer, his thumb tracing the corner of your mouth. “Hey.” he murmurs. “don’t think about it right now. I’m here. I’m okay.”

“I just…” your voice cracks. “I can’t stop thinking about what you went through. what you probably saw.”

he presses his forehead gently to yours, closing his eyes.

“There were hard days. real hard. but you.. you were the only thing that got me through. every time it got bad, I just pictured your face. your laugh. you in this dress.” he chuckles softly, pulling back just enough to look at you again. “you don’t have to understand what I went through, just stay here. be here. that’s all I need.”

you let out a shaky breath as your hands find the front of his jacket, gripping the fabric tightly

but your pout deepens until it breaks completely. the emotions of it all comes over you hard and suddenly you’re crying, messy, breathless, with your face buried in your hands as if you could hide from it all. you hate crying like this, but it’s like every fear, every nightmare, every sleepless night just poured out all at once now that he’s finally, finally home.

“I’m sorry” you manage to hiccup through the tears, voice muffled and shaky. “I just-”

“Shhh, hey” Erik whispers, stepping closer trying to wrap you up in his arms again. “You don’t have to be sorry.”

his hands rub gentle circles along your back, trying to soothe you, to ease the ache he knows he caused by being gone even if it wasn’t his fault. he presses kisses into your hair murmuring, “I’ve got you. you’re okay now. we’re okay.”

the the tears won’t stop. your face is hot, your nose is running, and you’re pretty sure you’re getting snot all over the front of his uniform but he doesn’t care. he just holds you tighter

then he leans back a little, cupping your face in his warm hands, thumbs brushing at your tear streaked cheeks, his brow furrowed with worry. “Come here” he says softly, he bends slightly and picks you up into his arms

you softly gasp through your tears, your arms instinctively going around his neck, and your sobs continue but now your face is tucked against the warm crook of his neck. everything muffled

“I’ve got you” he whispers again, “let it all out.”

and you do

you cry into his neck, your fingers curling into his jacket, letting go of every terrifying thought you’ve held in for months. and he just holds you, walking you slowly into the living room murmuring sweet things into your ear

Erik lowers himself onto the couch, holding you close in his lap, one hand still cupping the back of your head the other wrapped tightly around your waist

you’re still crying quiet now but no less. your face is buried in the crook of his neck, warm tears soaking into his skin, and your fingers cling to the collar of his uniform like you’ll never let go

he doesn’t rush you. doesn’t tell you to stop or try to pull you out of what your feeling. instead, he leans his cheek against your temple and rocks you ever so gently, like you’re something precious

“Breathe baby” he whispers, lips brushing your hair. “I’m here. I’m really here. It’s over.”

your breath stutters, catching on another sob, and he hugs you tighter

“All that waiting, all those nights alone you don’t have to do that anymore” he says softly. “You don’t have to be afraid, you don’t have to fall asleep wondering if I’m okay.”

your fingers loosen just a little as his words sink in. your sobs are quieter now, more like soft hiccups and you shift slightly in his lap to look up at him through wet lashes

“I was so scared” you whisper, voice cracking. “every single day. I just kept thinking what if I lost you”

his face crumples a little, and he leans in to kiss the tears right off your cheeks.

“You did stay strong” he murmurs. “even when it was hard. even when I couldn’t be here. I know it wasn’t fair. I hate that you had to carry all of that all alone.”

he brushes his thumb across your cheek again, swiping at another tear.

“but i’m home now. I’m safe. and I swear to you, I’m not going anywhere. not for a long, long time.”

you nod slowly, another shaky breath leaving your chest as you rest your head against his shoulder. his fingers rub circles into your back, slow and soothing and you feel your body finally begin to relax in his arms

you’re still curled in his lap, legs draped over his

“You’re everything to me” he says quietly, his lips near your ear. “and I’m gonna spend every day reminding you of that.”

Erik shifts just enough to see your face again, his gaze full of nothing but tenderness. his thumb brushes under your eyes, wiping away the last of your tears. then with a small crooked smile he leans in and gently dabs at your nose with the sleeve of his jacket.

“You’re a beautiful snotty mess” he says with a soft laugh, voice warm and teasing but so full of love

you sniffle laughing softly against him “I’m sorry”

“Don’t be” he whispers, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “You could cry all over me every day for the rest of our lives and I’d still think you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

he reaches down then, cradling your hand in both of his. slowly he brings it up to his lips pressing a kiss to the ring he put there, a promise you both held onto through the longest months of your lives

his lips linger for a moment before he looks up at you again

“I love you” he says simply

you lean forward, and he meets you halfway pressing the gentlest kiss to your lips so full of love

when he pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours. and neither of you moves

you stay like that his arms around you, your hand still held in his

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thbbie · 2 days ago

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༄ benn beckmann x f!reader. (req)

you had asked for this. insisted. going on and on about how you could handle it, you could take it, whispering coyly to him how bad you need it. describing to him in great graphic detail what you want from him. and at the end of the day, benn was just a man.

a man smitten.

who was he to deny a pretty thing like yourself?

he watched fondly your (failed) attempts to keep your excitement from him, your want for him. it's just so endearing.

benn had taken good care of you; laying you down, kissing you slow, running his calloused hands over your soft body. and at every turn, when you try to speed things up, growing impatient at his ministrations, he isn't bothered by it, your excitement is getting the better of you.

though benn cannot blame you for feeling excited. excited by the novelty, excited by the potential for pleasure.

he is however, an incredibly intelligent man, wise and perceptive; along with that comes being incredibly self aware. benn's big. strong and roughened at the edges by the life he's gotten to live.

it can't be rushed, and that's just what he tells you as he goes on caressing your jittery impatient body. "relax my dear, you'll have what you want. just breathe, enjoy this first"

age has taught him that not everything must be rushed, and a beautiful body like yours? especially must not be rushed.

now he watches you fondly as you twist and turn beneath him, over taken by a blissful delirium you've never known before. clawing at his arms and shoulders as if they'll provide you salvation. perhaps they would. perhaps they are all the salvation you need right now.

he's sliding into you, slow and steady, balanced with a hand on either side of your head effectively caging you in — it makes him look all that much bigger.

you're crying out, and he lets you, movements slow and measured, practiced. "it's gonna sting for a little bit. " he says the words with his lips pressed to your temple, " 'ere you go darlin . 'ts a big stretch but you can handle it. can't you?"

nodding your head quick at his words as he continues sliding into you slow.

"not even using words anymore? you don't wanna talk to me now?" his voice low and teasing, the adoration he feels for your dripping off each syllable.

"i can h-handle it"

"yea you can. 'm agh- almost there."

finally, his pelvis is flushed against yours, bottoming in completely. you're filled to the brim, body adjusting to the unfamiliar stretch — he's just so big.

benn doesn't move, giving you the time you need to adjust. generously peppering kisses to your skin and mumbling soft words of praise. that you're doing so well, that you feel so good, hoe beautiful you look like this.

"benn," his eyes are already on yours, long hair pulled into his signature ponytail at the base of his neck with a few strands hanging loose. "you could move now" he looks devilishly handsome like this

pulling himself nearly fully out of you. and pressing allll the way back in. "theree you aree. m' proud of you darlin' . doing so well for a first timer." he's teasing you — or well, the mess of you that remains

already you feel stupid, all his movements so sweet, so patient; still greedily, pathetically, you want more. more of him, more of how he makes you feel.

benn counties, rhythm steady and comfortable, rubbing at your exposed clit gingerly. he looks so composed, barely even breathing heavy, meanwhile he's rendered you incapable of coherent thought.

"bennn~ i lov-" he leans down to kiss you, effectively cutting of your sentence and stream of thought. you don't love him, he's just making you feel really good.

his careful facade i starting to tarnish, the softness in his eyes is real and the hunger veiled behind is real too. he rubs your clot faster, thrusts into you with a little more force, watching as your beautiful face contorts for him. watching the little bulge in your belly disappear and reappear with each of his thrusts.

you lose yourselves in each other, limbs tangled and breathes mingling — this feels as new to him as you.

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slut4hee · 3 days ago

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Mr, And Mrs Vogue

{Paring: Idol Lee Heeseung x Blk Supermodel Fem! Reader

{Genre: literally smut with litte plot, ambw themes, 18+ so (mdni).

{Summary: You’re one of the most famous, beautiful, and influential supermodels in the industry. Heeseung is one of the most famous, handsome, and talented idol from the number kpop boygroup. After being in the same territory as each other, you both decide to get into the sexual tension you feel the first night you two encounter one another.

{Genre: explicit scenes, rough sex, unprotected sex, pull out method, backshots, hair pulling, ass smacking, sex in public setting (they fuck in the bathroom), oral (f receiving, fingering, dirty talk, pet names, etc.

The flashing lights from various cameras, and the sound of endless praise, falling from the mouths of the paparazzi surrounded you like thick fog. You posed for the cameras, something that came to you naturally, from being a model for quite some time now.

Your body was accompanied by a long ivory silk dress, with a slit on the side. The dress accommodated your curves so well, showing off the body you worked so hard to maintain. Tonight was just like any other night for a well know supermodel like yourself, people taking your picture left and right. And different major brands asking you to model their newest designs.

You loved this lifestyle, you loved being a model. Of course, being a model has it’s bitter taste moments, like the times your feelings are completely ignored, and you’ve often compromise yourself on multiple occasions. But, there was nothing more satisfying than to get paid by just being pretty, your back account staying fat by just your face card alone.

You hear commotion coming from the other side of the gala, and that’s when you see him. Lee Heeseung, a member from one of the hottest Kpop boygroup called Enhypen. Heeseung was known for his striking handsome features, and his out of this world amazing vocals.

The face of Enhypen is what they called him, no matter how hard you tried, nobody could resist the intense aura, that Lee Heeseung radiates. You watched as he posed for the cameras, he clad in a white designer knit tank top, and designer black slacks that hugged his slender waist.

Your mouth was watering at the sight of him, his honey smooth skin glowing, his orange hair standing out, and his gaze was so mesmerizing and his confidence was simply nonchalant and effortlessly pretentious. You so wish you were the roles were reversed, and you were the one getting to snap pictures of that stunning man.

Finally your eyes locked with his, and your breath hitched as you quickly looked away, adjusting your posture and acting like you were fixing your hair. You glanced back at him, and this time he was already staring at you, a smirk on his as he raised his eyebrow slightly.

You felt butterflies in your stomach, “this one is dangerous.” You thought to yourself, as you tried your hardest to not make it obvious he had caught your eye. As the night went on, you and Heeseung continued to steal little glances at each other, you watched as him and the other members of Enhypen talk amongst each other with champagne filled glasses in their hands.

“Y/n, come! There’s someone I want you to meet.” Your manager Isabella called out to you. Your stomach was already doing somersaults, when you realized she was standing next to a guy, that just happened to be standing right next to the members of Enhypen.

You took steady steps towards them, your silver stiletto heels clicking against the marble floor as you walked. You noticed Heeseung’s eyes were on you the whole entire time you made your way over, only making you a more nervous wreck than you already were.

“Isn’t she a beauty” Isabella praised, the guy agreed with her shaking your hand, and introducing himself as Enhypen’s manager. You smiled at him, and telling him it’s a pleasure meeting him this evening.

While your manager was conversing with their manager, you were playing stare off with Lee Heeseung. God he was so much more-handsome up close, his Adam’s Apple was so viable and his Bambi eyes were so alluring.

“So Y/n right?” He finally broke the ice, his tone low and calm. You mentally moaned in your head, he has only said a few words, and you already ready to drop your panties.

“Yes, and you’re Lee Heeseung?” You replied, tucking your hair behind your ear, showing off your real diamond earrings. Heeseung nodded, extending his hand for you to shake. You shook his hand, but Heeseung didn’t forget to give your knuckles a soft kiss causing a shiver to run down your spine.

“So did you hear? Our companies are wanting us to have a photo shoot together. They think the collaboration will be a major success, and I’ll be lying if I said I didn’t agree with them” He spoke so boldly, confidence and ambition dripping off is tongue.

“Well I just happened to agree with you as well Mr Lee Heeseung” You said flirtatiously, batting your eyelashes at him. Heeseung could feel his heart racing, and an undying twitch inside his pants. This was nothing new, Heeseung’s been had his sights on you, ever since he saw you at the Prada fashion show in Milan Italy.

You were the main character in his fantasies, the one he wanted oh so badly. And now that you were right in front him, batting those pretty little eyelashes at him, dressed in this stunning dress that did nothing to hide how round and plump your ass was had him losing all his self control.

And that’s how you found yourself stumbling into a public restroom with Lee Heeseung, his lips attacking yours as you struggled to get the door closed and locked all the way.

“Fuck baby girl, you don’t know long I’ve been waiting for this moment.” He spoke with tinge a of urgency and lust filled tone, his hands touching all of your lower body, grabbing at your ass and hips.

“Mmm, so you’ve been watching me.” You said breathless, letting out a small moan, when he started to leave a trail of desperate kisses down your neck and collarbone.

“Hell yeah baby, had my sights on you since I last saw you at the Prada shoot. You’re just simply breathtaking, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.” He groaned when you grabbed his neck, starting to return the kisses all down his tanned neck.

“Shit you smell so good, you smell like vanilla, and taste like honey angel.” He moaned out loud, when you started to desperately grind your body on his. He picked you up and placed you on the sink, hiking up your dress, and started to trail kisses on your legs and thighs.

“Oh god Hee, mmm feels so good baby, that’s right worship me.” You let a desperate whimper, when he spread your legs wider, pulling your panties down your legs.

“Would you let me taste angel, gonna let me taste this sweet brown pussy.” He smirked when you nodded your head frantically, a desperate pout on your face. He kissed on your thighs once more before he started to lick a strip of your wet pussy. Your body jolted forward at the sudden action, grabbing ahold of his head as he started to eat your pussy like a starved caveman.

“Oh fuck! Oh g-god Hee, that feels so damn good please.” You moaned shamelessly loud, your legs trying to lock around his head, but his strength kept you from doing so. His tongue felt no other you ever felt, almost as if he was licking all inside your gummy walls.

“Fuck pussy taste so delectable, could stay buried between these pretty legs all night.” He groaned, as he spat on your pussy and dived right back in. At this point your legs were shaking, you were simply losing all your self control, that’s how intense the pleasure of his tongue on your pussy alone.

He then slid his index finger inside your tight snatch, adding onto the pleasure you were already feeling. You grabbed ahold of his hair tightly, your body now full on vibrating, as he pulled you further and further to the edge. He started to suck harshly on your clitoris, and sped up his index finger, and like clockwork you were cumming hard on his face.

You panted, trying to catch your breath, from the intense orgasm you just received. You were already so fucked out, your pupils dilated with lust and desire, and you only wanted more.

“God baby, I gotta be inside you like right now angel.” Heeseung said with a rush of urgency and desperation, unbuckling his belt and letting his slacks fall to his ankles. He manhandled you off the sink, and bent you over the sink, arching your back in the position he wanted you in.

He cursed at the sight at your wet and quivering pussy, it’s like your tight little hole was just begging to be filled, and he was going to grant your wish tonight. He landed a harsh smack to your left asscheek, and then one to your right. He started to tease your entrance with his thick mushroom tip, torturing you and himself.

“Stop teasing and fuck me already!” You said desperately. You whimpered when he landed another smack to your asscheek, and lined himself with your tight hole before making his way in. You gasped at the sudden intrusion, you could feel him splitting you open in the best way, and you were already addicted to the feeling.

“F-fuck! Damn angel, what a tight fucking pussy you got here.” He moaned, adjusting his stance, before pulling almost all the way out before slamming right back in knocking the wind out of your lungs. He set a sharp and brutal pace, every time his pelvis came in contact with your ass, your body jerked forward.

“Oh god! Oh Heeseung, you’re so fucking big, so fucking deep inside me!” You cried out, your grip on the sink tightening, as you took his deep strokes like a good little slut you are. He just chuckled, grabbing ahold of your hair, and yanking your body up from the sink and pounding into your pussy like a madman.

“That’s right baby, all fucking deep in your guts and shit, pounding this tight little cunt into the next week huh?” He smirked, trailing kisses down your neck again, being careful not to leave hickies. You on the other hand, you barely coherent, already dumb on the feeling of his thick cock penetrating your gummy walls.

“Fuck baby! That’s it, keep throwing that ass back on me, show me how much you love this cock angel.” He let out a deep grunt, feeling himself slowly tipping to the edge, but he was determined to make you fall apart one more time before he got his nut. You desperately chased after his thrusts, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, tears gathering in your waterlines, as you feel yourself about to cream for the 2nd time tonight.

“Fuck hee baby, you gonna make this pussy cum again, gonna cream all over your big cock.” You screamed out, your voice sounded harsh and wrecked. Heeseung groaned, before slipping his hand between your legs, rubbing harsh circles on your clit. You felt the heat rushing through your body, and you creamed hard around his cock, your pussy milking him for what he’s worth.

“Ah! Fuck fuck fuck, god baby I’m gonna fucking cum.” He whimpered, quickly pulling out, as he tugged at his cock a couple times before spurting thick ropes of white creamy essence all over your back and asscheeks. Your body felt so spent and weak, your legs almost giving out on you. Heeseung grabbed a tissue, wiping the cum off your body and cleaning himself in the process.

“I don’t want this night to end baby, I still need you some more”

“Glad we’re on the same page, I just happened to have a hotel room near here, care to keep me company for the night?”

The End.

A/n: Teeheee! Kicking my fight and twerking against my Heeseung poster this was so fun to write I need him🙂‍↕️��‍💫 reblogs and feedback is greatly appreciated.

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todosdream · 2 days ago

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“current” | ony

735 wrds. black reader. fluff. suggestive.

a/n: saw this trend and immediately thought of my (our) mans. maybe fits the streamer!ony x youtuber!reader verse I’ve been brainstorming? quick lil sum before I get back to “can I”

“babyyy, do a fit check with me!” you call from the bathroom. your reflection in the mirror shows just how much effort you put into your look for date night, even if it took… quite a while.

you can hear the warmth in your man’s chuckle from the couch he’s been patiently waiting on. “pretty girl, we already leavin’ way later than we said. you wanna do that right now?” he asks. you turn the light off in the bathroom before leaving, the room lingering with the scent of your perfume.

as you walk into the living room, your eyes are drawn to your man looking so damn fine in his outfit that *he* chose to coordinate with yours. legs spread and arms resting on the back of the couch, muscles accentuated, and face card *always* on point…

yeah, he’s blessed. and so are *you* to have him.

a smile crawls onto ony’s face as he takes you in from head to toe, gaze fond as he starts to stand. “so damn *beautiful*, baby,” he croons, holding his hand out for you. you place your hand in his and he immediately spins you around like the princess you are. “lemme get a good look at my wife.”

you laugh at that, wrapping one arm around his neck and holding your left hand in his face. “uh-uh, boy, where my ring at? not wifey till I get a *rock*,” you shoot back. “but you look so handsome. I *love* this shirt on you, got ya chest all out like you want me rubbin’ on it.”

his head tilts back with laughter as his hands find their usual placements, on your ass and small of your exposed back. his thumb softly caresses your bare skin as he dips his head to press kisses to your temple. “you right, mama, my bad,” he smiles. “*thank* you, baby. c’mon, let’s do this video so we can go. I’m hungry as hell.”

your grin is a little too slick, but he doesn’t notice as you start to set up your camera. you make sure you get the right angles and lighting, used to making sure you look your best on screen. ony’s standing next to you as he adjusts his chain, a calm look on his face.

pressing record, you step back as you wait for the timer to finish. ony wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you into his side, sneaking a kiss. once the recording starts, you greet your viewers.

“hi, my babies!” you grin. “it’s date night, so we’re gonna do a quick fit check for you guys before we head out. y’all know what’s up, I’m here with my current boyfriend, ony. say hi, baby.

the immediate eyebrow raise you get in response is too funny for words. his head snaps in your direction like you just disrespected his mama. you *knew* he’d catch that as soon as you said it.

“huh?” he asks, eyes sweeping over your face. “what you just say?” ours like he’s giving you a chance to correct yourself.

you try to keep your face from showing any signs of laughter, but it’s hard. “I said we’re gonna do a fit check? just say hi, papa, c’mon,” you pat his chest, turning to face the camera again.

“naw, you called me yo’ *‘current’* boyfriend,” he murmurs, finger finding your chin to direct your gaze back to him. his eyes are picking you apart like he’s reminding you how serious he is. “you know *damn* well ion play like that. wasn’t we just talkin bout that ring?”

you can tell by his demeanor that he’s *very* serious about deading whatever joke you’re pulling now, initial humor gone from his eyes. the shift is obvious and it makes your heart rate pick up. you blink up at him, softly nibbling on your lip.

he doesn’t like your like of response, it’s clear in the way his eyebrows raise even more. “*right?*” he asks again with a tilt of his head. you clear your throat and nod. “right,” you murmur softly. “sorry, baby.”

“right,” he rasps before he softly taps your chin. “don’t wanna hear that shit again. I’m yo *last* boyfriend, mama.” he lifts your chin to press his lips to yours firmly.

“playin’ with me like that’ll get you right back in that bedroom. now gone head and finish yo’ video.”

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justnatoka · 1 day ago

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Not so smooth anymore

Dwayne x GN! Reader

A/n: Here you go @poubelle-d-elle, here's a little something for awkward/shy Dwayne as I promised😊 Quick note: this is very silly.

Word count: 896

For the first time, Dwayne is not the smooth one in a conversation.

Dwayne was attractive, and he was very much aware of it. He had a nice physique, a handsome face and a pretty smile – it made hunting all the more easy, whether it was for dinner or a companion for the night.

He had game too. He wasn't so heavy-handed with the flirting like Paul, he was much more subtle. A compliment here, a charming look there, and girls and guys and anyone in between were ready to follow him to any secluded spot. Some of them lived to tell their friends in excited whispers about the best night of their lives. Some of them weren't so lucky.

Tonight, he was on the prowl again. It didn't take long to spot someone to his liking. They were a pretty thing with a nice figure and a cool style – or at least as far as he could tell from their back. They were casually leaning on the railing at the edge of the boardwalk, watching the people on the beach down below, occasionally taking sips from their milkshake.

Dwayne walked over with confident strides and joined them. At the movement to their right, they turned to him, and suddenly Dwayne froze.

They were the most attractive person he’s ever seen. Beautiful eyes shining bright under the colorful lights around them, with lips so perfect he wanted to kiss them silly right then and there, their face framed just right with locks of hair he desperately wanted to run his fingers through. And then the corners of their eyes crinkled, their lips turning into a stunning smile with just a hint of mischief.

Just like that, Dwayne was a goner.

“Hi,” you greeted him, and it took him a second to realize you said something; he was too engrossed in admiring you.

“Hey,” he replied just a moment too late not to make it sound awkward.

He noted with surprise that he was panicking. He was desperately looking for something to say, but it was like his brain just shut off. This has never happened before. He was quickly realizing that he was severely out of his depth here. In the end, all he managed was a “You come here often?”

You snorted, and he wanted to slap himself.

“You know, for a guy with your looks, you would think you have more game than that,” you teased, but there was no malice in your voice.

Did you just call him attractive? He had no idea, and he didn’t have time to dwell on it. Even though he messed this up right at the beginning, you were still here, still smiling and talking to him. He took that as a good sign.

“I don’t.”

He stared at you blankly, clearly lost. Your amused smile turned just a bit wider.

“The answer to your question. I don’t come here often. Just moved here in fact.”

Oh, so that’s what you meant. He felt himself becoming more and more flustered.

“Maybe you could show me around sometime.”

Now he understood what it felt like to fall under someone’s charm in just a few seconds. He couldn’t believe his luck. He was fumbling this so hard and you still wanted to meet him again?

He flashed you a smile and tried not to sound too eager as he replied, “Sure, I would like that.”

You fished out a pen from one of your pockets, took one of his hands in yours and started scrawling on the back of it. He had a hard time concentrating on what you were doing, the feeling of your hand against his was sending sparks to his brain.

The moment was over all too soon, and you were already drawing back. Then, with a playful smile and a “Call me”, you were gone, swallowed by the crowd like a beautiful apparition. The whole interaction lasted for only a few minutes. For a second, he couldn’t be sure it even happened, that he didn’t just make you up in his head. But as he finally looked down at his hand, there was your number, and more importantly, your name. He caught himself whispering it out loud, liking the way it sounded on his tongue.

Oh, he was so in love.

Extra:

When he came back to the boys empty handed, a dopey grin on his face, they instantly knew something was going on. David and Paul shared an incredulous look, not used to seeing their friend so out of it. But Marko was all too happy to supply the answers.

“Sure, I would like that. What’s wrong with you, dude? You sounded like a teenage girl with a crush,” he cackled, and Dwayne realized, mortified, that he had witnessed at least part of their interaction.

“What’s up, big man? Someone got you whipped?” Paul joined the teasing.

“Oh he’s whipped alright. You should have seen it, man. All it took was a pretty face and he clammed up so hard. It was kind if pathetic,” Marko added. He still giggled like the little gremlin he is as he dodged the punch throws his way.

At last, Dwayne felt David’s hand come down on his shoulder, and his friend turned to him with an understanding look.

“It’s okay,” he started. Finally some sympathy. “We’ll still like you. Even as a pathetic, lovesick loser.”

He seriously hated these guys sometimes.

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chrissonnyangel · 2 days ago

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓, SERIES

➤ Your day

BEFORE

❝You know where I want to kiss you?" Chris broke the silence and grumbled softly.

"Lips?" You responded, a smile tugging on your face.

"No." Chris kept a straight face.

"Cheek?" A small laugh slipped past your mouth.

"No." He repeated.

"Neck?"

"Nope." A small smile appearing on his face.

"Then where?" You whined slightly, shift your weight beside him.

"In church, in front of our families when we both say I do." He finally said.

Your heart melted at his words. "You think about that stuff?" A red hue spread across your face with appreciation. "Of course I do." Chris fingertips traced comfortable patterns up and down your arm, making you relax into him. "I'm serious baby, you're it for me. I don't anyone else, you're the only person I want. To marry, to be the mother of my children, to grow old with." He smiled proudly. You lean forward and press a kiss to his lips lovingly.

"God, I love you so much chris.❞

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PRESENT DAY

The vivid memory replayed in your head as your applied your blush onto your pale cheeks. You sat in a deserted dressing room, finishing up any mishaps before walking down the aisle. Butterflies had lingered in your stomach ever since you woke up this morning, last night it was faint but now it was hard to ignore.

You stared at yourself in the vanity mirror, your hair curled effortlessly and rested over your shoulder, your veil trailed behind your back giving you an elegant look and your dress it looked like a dream, it accentuated every curve and every edge of your body perfectly. You felt like a princess.

A knock disturbed your silence, it was your father picking you up, getting you reading to taking his arm and walk down the aisle to your fiancee.

"Are you ready sweetie? Everybody's ready for you." A smile was smeared on his face, he had never looked so proud.

"Yeah, i'm ready." You placed your things flat against the table and stood up to loop your arm with your father's. The time had come for your moment, your day.

The doors swung open and everyone's attention went to you. Strangely, everyone in the reception faded away when you took your first glimpse of chris. He looked so handsome, his eyes glistened with faint tears and he gave you a warm and wide smile. Chris looked you up and down, from your head to your toes. It was like he was taking a mental photograph, so he could never forget this moment.

It was a beautiful spring day, the sunlight shined bright through the windows of the reception, creating a pretty glow over the guests. Every step you took closer towards your soon-to-be husband, you started feeling more emotional. Your dark eyelashes fluttered, blinking away the tears threatening to fall.

A hand squeezed yours, drawing your attention to the feeling, it was your father. He looked at you with his eyelids full to the brim with tears, he whispered, "You chose the right guy, y/n." But before you could respond, you had reached the end of the aisle, meeting chris. Your dad gave you one last reassuring smile before going to find his seat.

"Hey beautiful." Chris said quietly, so only you and the officiant could hear.

You stood in front of him, he towered over you even though you were in heels. Your fiancee's suit made him look so effortlessly sexy, making you bite your lip secretly. You clutched your bouquet nervously, waiting for the ceremony to begin.

The officiant cleared his throat and conducted the guests to take their seats. "We are here on this beautiful day to witness the union of Chris and y/n." He spoke for a while, sharing the story of how you and chris met, and familiar stories you both shared. It soon was the time for the vows. "Chris, will you love, honour and cherish y/n for as long as you both shall live?" Everyone's gaze went to him, he locked his eyes with yours and without hesitation said, "I do." You smiled softly as a red hue began to grow across your cheeks. "Now y/n, will you love, honour and cherish chris for as long as you both shall live?" The excitement started to flood in your veins as you replied, "I do."

Chris sighed softly, like it was a relief, which earned you a quiet giggle. With a big smile the officiant shouted over the cheers,

"By the power invested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss the bride!"

Chris leaned into you, latching his lips onto yours. His hand snaked around your waist, supporting you, and the other rested against your face. The sounds of clapping and shouting made you smile against chris' lips. He dipped you back, earning a few whoops from the guests. He pulled away and rested his forehead against yours when you were back on your feet. You both breathed heavily against each other, locking eyes again. Chris grinned cheekily and stole another sneaky kiss before admitting,

"God, you don't know how long i've been waiting to do that y/n."

a/n: guysss, i'm making this into a tiny series, including everything that happens from before marriage, becoming weds, and the honeymoon phase !! I can't wait to write more. Drop some ideas in the comments on what I should call this series !!

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skay-ali · 2 days ago

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The sacrifice of a poor soul

Well, maybe the whole family won't appear yet, but I want to give the reader a little development in this chapter. I think their entire dynamic is explained in this one. So, in the following ones, there will be more interaction and more story related to the comics and movies.

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Oh innocent soul

Oh withered flower

While you continue to wait with hope

Your loved ones sharpen their spears to stab you

And watch you bleed to death

Ever since you became self-aware, you knew one thing very well.

You were in a big world and you were just a little girl, but that wasn't the problem, well, not the one affecting you this time...

You hated yourself.

You didn't feel much love for who you were, your life, your appearance.

You thought that at some point there would be something better, and you waited for it with open arms.

You were on autopilot, oblivious to the time you wasted being capricious, hating yourself with every fiber of your being.

You didn't think of yourself as pretty or nice; you only saw a reflection in the mirror, a horrible one, one that reflected an insect, a freak.

Then you met him, the most handsome boy, an ethereal beauty, who was very kind, funny, and nice to you. It was like a dream. He was an angel, somewhat ironic because the day you met, when your eyes met for the first time, that boy was dressed like an angel: a baggy shirt with the top buttons unbuttoned, revealing his abdomen, also white pants, and wings with thin, fluffy feathers sticking out of his back.

He smiled at you, leaving a conversation with his friends who couldn't stop talking among themselves, pushing each other, and laughing.

But it only took a few minutes for you to reconsider. He was a radiant star in a sea of little lights and dull stones, where you belonged. Ha, why would he smile at you?

You smiled, but not in response to the boy. No, tonight was your night. You wore a lot of makeup and a good costume. You were a total loser at this point, so you'd let go of your fears and enjoy the party, or try to, before running home scared.

And minutes later, fate believed it was time for your canonical event.

You met that boy dressed as an angel. What you thought was a one-night stand and flirtation turned into a friendship at school, and later into a relationship.

You were truly happy. You no longer looked in the mirror and saw every little imperfection.

You were no longer unhappy at home, no longer so alone. You had someone who truly cared about you.

For a socially marginalized girl, in her daily life and at home, reserved, introverted, difficult to understand. It was a dream, something wonderful.

A dream that later turned into a nightmare, and then you wished you'd never met this boy... he wasn't an angel, he was just a disguise.

"They say they cut out his heart while he was still breathing."

"Only a deranged mind could have done it."

It was the talk of the school; his death was shocking.

"I think he deserved it."

"Did you know the kind of person he really was? He deserves it."

You sighed, locked in the large closet in your room.

What did you do?

What a monster you've become!

"Get up, subject, we have a plan to put into action."

You turned a deaf ear to his words.

Your body didn't want to move, to leave your comfortable, warm state inside the darkness of your closet.

Curled into a ball, tormented by all your actions.

"How many people now? Ten people," you said in a weak, soft voice.

"Fuck, I ate my ex, his heart, and... I ended him." Your voice cracked.

"I truly loved him."

"And... and he gave me love, he gave me attention, happiness."

"Is that so? Don't forget what he did to you."

You froze.

Your sadness wavered.

"I'll break up with you at the concert and leave you alone at the concert."

His voice was mesmerizing; you couldn't turn a deaf ear, ignore it, or refuse to believe it.

His words were true, undeniable.

"He was the one who left you vulnerable to being kidnapped."

"He left you just like your family."

"Oh, come on. Now they're going to be mentioned too."

You wrapped your arms tightly around yourself, comforting yourself.

"Don't you see how devastated I am... why do you insist on making me suffer?" you sobbed sadly.

"I, I make you suffer, react, silly human."

His voice was now cynical, no longer holding any playfulness.

"None of them care about you, not your dear deceased love, not your family, not your friends, no one."

"Your true love, as you always mention in your head, made you suffer until the very end, even if you try to justify it."

"Your family, you were always the last person on their list. Not even they, with their great role as heroes, saved you."

"No one protected you from me, a demon, or from being sacrificed."

"I am all you have, the one who gave you another chance."

"Stop feeling sorry for them and think more about yourself."

"My first subject, one of the few survivors of my new world."

Harsh, cold words.

You stared at your food, with no appetite for the contents of the plate.

It was too sweet for you, but not in the way that it was something super delicious and after a few bites you couldn't eat anything else.

It was more like something unappetizing, a sour taste running down your throat every time you looked at the contents.

You felt full just looking at it, as if you'd just tasted something more delicious.

You played with your food, your fork moving from one side to the other, scattering food across the plate.

You felt lost, so out of yourself.

You were no longer able to recognize why you kept moving.

Why were you still alive?

It was silly to say, but the only person who had ever understood you, made you happy, the only one who stayed, made you feel loved... was gone.

You didn't have friends to keep you company in your free time or to be there for you in insignificant moments, people to talk to, laugh with, share profound things with, and have fun doing fun things with. You were alone, with no one to talk to.

You didn't have any family, it was cruel to say, difficult to acknowledge after so much time.

But you never had any family after your grandmother died.

Your mother was long gone, and some time later, your last caregiver, whom you loved so much, left... You were surrounded by serious, cold, emotionless faces.

Strangers who didn't see you as anything more than a passing presence.

"So I decided to skip school."

"I had a great role in the new play."

"I was lucky enough to buy one of the new unlimited series that were released."

"It was a difficult case, one that kept the whole department busy, but I managed to solve it."

"I got the perfect movie for our next movie day."

You didn't pay attention to the distant voices; it was probably a small meeting before dinner.

The loud thoughts screaming in your head were too powerful for you to focus on anything else.

The butler was still in the room, watching you eat.

Waiting for you to devour your plate, thank him, exchange a few words, and finally, disappear until the next meal.

That reminded you of when you were still a child, your grandmother watching you, convincing you to eat, always with a smile and a kind voice.

How she would give you a sweet after you finished your plate, how you would devour it on the house's old wooden porch, where you would watch the birds, the cars, and the people passing by.

You no longer had that happy moment where she would tell you little stories, stories that bore no resemblance to the ones you knew, but which you loved to hear, leaning on her lap, feeling the fabric of her skirt on your head.

She combed your hair, carefully, causing you to tingle and feel relaxed and calm.

You missed your mother's warmth, her smile, her warm touch, the time you spent together, the jokes you told, the silly things you shared every time she drove, her concern every time something changed in you.

She knew it instantly and was there with open arms, ready to wait for you.

You missed your home and the thousands of memories you had.

You missed the food cooked by the two women you loved most in your life.

Even... with their presence... with their cooking... you wouldn't have eaten it.

No, you couldn't, because now you were a monster... you were a horrible being, at the mercy of others just to keep breathing.

You pushed the plate away from your sight with trembling hands.

You looked down at the table.

How you wished it was all a dream and that you could wake up on your grandmother's lap, her waiting for you to get up to make dinner until your mother returned from shopping.

Please...

I don't want this nightmare...

You didn't stop begging.

But everything remained the same: the dining room, the dinner plate, the empty room, cold, devoid of familiarity and feelings.

You watched reluctantly.

Your gaze met the demon that was possessing you and slowly destroying you.

He only smiled, a sinister smile, full of hidden intentions.

He had the power, even though he was a small creature, a rare kind of black cat, with fangs, an arrow-tipped tail, and horns instead of ears.

Tim was exhausted.

He'd spent many days investigating his last case, adding his missions with his team and his work as a civilian at Wayne Company.

It had been an exhausting week.

Now all he needed was a little rest and a good meal for dinner.

The house had been empty since his brothers and their father had left a few hours earlier.

Alfred was in the laundry room, he deduced as much when he remembered the man carrying a basket of dirty clothes.

Then what he saw as he passed by the living room surprised him.

It was you, his sister, the one who didn't fight or take justice seriously, the quiet and strange girl in the family.

But it wasn't your presence that surprised him; it was the state you were in.

As if it were a horror movie.

You were hunched over the table, staring into space, concentrating your gaze on a single point, your long hair covering almost a large part of your face.

A gloomy air seemed to surround you; worse, you were alone, and you showed no signs of moving...

how long had you been in that state?

Before he knew it, you were already standing up, still hunched over, at a slow pace.

He watched as you left the dining room, appearing mesmerized as you continued on your way.

Curiosity was piqued.

Now what the hell was happening to you?

What are you up to?

Then he heard the front door open, slow footsteps, and the sound of the large door closing.

Now he didn't know if he should worry...

You had lost your boyfriend; that must have affected you, even if it wasn't a big enough deal to drive you crazy...

A little drama of yours, maybe...

Oh, actually, you were in trouble...

"Where are we going?" you asked with curiosity and fear.

"Ahgg, you're becoming more and more disappointing and pathetic."

"I can't let this continue."

Nervous was too small a word to describe what you felt.

You were walking down an unknown, dark path, full of danger, without a weapon or anyone to protect you, blindly following a demon.

A long walk led you to an abandoned building. Where many dangerous-looking men crowded the area.

Their gazes fixed on you, burning your body, displaying malicious smiles, swearing as compliments, and warnings about what they were planning to do to you.

You swallowed in fear.

"No... I don't think we should be in this place."

"Damn, I'm going to pretend I didn't hear you."

The little demon continued walking through the halls of the building, already annoyed by your cowardly and soft behavior. He didn't think that this behavior of yours would be a great impediment to his plans.

Because you can't be the same as the wild, sadistic, revenge-seeking girl you were the last two times.

That's why he brought you to this place.

The small pit of sin created by one of his former acquaintances who managed to get out of hell before him.

"Oh, it's you. I'm surprised to see you, especially with that appearance."

"Yes, yes, yes, save your words," he said reluctantly.

"ahaha you never change no"

Ignoring his words, he decided to continue with his plan. "Look, I didn't come here for a good meeting. Right now, I need this follower excuse to become stronger and less whiny."

"Oh, so you got a human?"

"Is there anything wrong with that?" he asked, no longer willing to put up with the annoying guy.

"Hey, calm down. I just think it's funny. You're a high-level demon, one of the favorites with a human."

"Haha, I think it's really funny. I even think it confirms the rumors."

The commotion stopped when a scream of intense pain was heard.

The demon only angrily moved his elongated tail away from the human-like demon's chest, who fell to the ground and tried to stay steady.

"Do you still believe those rumors?" he asked reluctantly.

Receiving nothing but a scared look, he walked away and returned to his human, who was distractedly staring at the large ring where two men were fighting.

"If you don't mind, I'll borrow your fighting space."

A massive punch came at your face. You luckily dodged it, but immediately another punch came at your body. You couldn't dodge it, and it hit you with great force.

A sharp pain ran through your body. A clean blow to your stomach knocked the wind out of you, leaving you sprawled on the floor, writhing.

"Get up and continue," the demon ordered.

You didn't; you tried to recover from the pain, but a kick landed directly in your stomach, knocking you a few feet from where you were lying.

The pain intensified.

With little strength, you tried to get up.

Muscular arms lifted you up and threw you to the other side of the ring.

You collided with a post, a very hard object that impacted your back, leaving your bones in severe pain.

You held onto the ropes that extended from the post to those next to you.

You needed to get out; you couldn't shovel.

"No... I can't," you cried, scared. Those blows were horrible.You didn't want to continue this crazy excursion.

"Get me out," you cried desperately.

"keep fighting ____"

Seeing the demon's refusal and no one from the cheering, screaming crowd tried to save you.

You pulled up the laces holding you up to throw you to the floor.

They grabbed your feet, a great force knocking you to the ground.

Your chest hit the floor hard, and your knees also took a heavy hit.

You tried to crawl, but the hands from before held you tight.

"Please stop... I give up," you begged again and again. It was your last way out. You received no response; the blows continued.

You ended up on the floor, trying to regain consciousness. Despite the pain, you tried to move.

This was a nightmare. You were feeling intense pain, just like that day...

That day, where everything changed, that day where thousands of stab wounds pierced your skin.

You looked at your skin, at your arms that must have had scars. There was nothing, it was smooth skin without imperfections. You were painfully aware that this torture wouldn't end quickly. Your body was healed despite the pain. You were sure that when you recovered, the blows would return.

You cried in helplessness, knowing what was next.

"Stop crying, that's why you're on stage."

"You were a coward, and I don't need a coward."

"I can't," you cried, frustrated.

"I can't do it, you should have thought of that."

"Ahhhhh," you were so angry.

Everyone wanted to see you in distress. The voices cheered and filled with joy.

No one ran to your aid, didn't they care? They only enjoyed your sacrifice.

They only used you.

They were destroying you.

Suddenly, something clicked.

You saw the blood on the floor, your blood coming out of your mouth and nose.

You were filled with rage.

At first, this demon forced you to do terrible things.

They wouldn't let you be miserable.

Your family is still the same shit as always.

Your damn friends are still top-notch hypocrites.

Everyone wants you dead.

They're thinking of sacrificing yourself again...

They want to kill you again...

You slammed your fists hard on the floor.

They turned red, and the pain made you stand up.

Carefully, still in pain, but with great anger and determination, you stood up.

You walked carefully toward where the woman you'd fought was strutting.

You grabbed one of her shoulders. With a strength you didn't know you possessed, you threw her across the room.

When the woman reacted, you prepared your fist and slammed it hard into her stomach, causing her to spit and gasp for air.

The screams peaked again. The smell of blood and sweat grew stronger, as did the alcohol.

The woman recovered again, but you were already ready, waiting for her attack.

You wouldn't dodge it; you would receive it and take advantage of it to take the woman with you.

You tasted the blood in your mouth with every blow.

There were blows, punches, kicks, intense lights on the stage, fierce screams, splattered blood.

"Haha, that's what I'm talking about, girl."

"Sniff... I'm so proud."

You regained control and threw the woman to the floor.

And with a great surge, your hand flew to her face before she could get up.

This left the woman lying on the floor.

A few minutes passed, and she didn't move.

Then everyone celebrated.

You had won.

It was a shame you couldn't end your feast another way.

"Wow, looks like we have a new threat in Gotham."

"Oh, a new partner."

"I don't think it's just Gotham that needs to be careful."

"Did you record it?"

"Yeah, dude, I did it. This will make us a lot of money," he smiled.

"Oh, wait until we make it public, it'll explode." He was very excited about his new content.

"Hey, kids, I told you, get out of this place."

The two teenagers ran away when the guards recognized them.

Wow, I just got back to my apartment, back to college, in a city a few hours away from home... and I feel like shit. Not even my adorable little four-legged companion helps me stop and forget about feeling miserable... damn, I miss my home and my family... It's even more damn now I think about all the bad things that can happen to my little company while I'm gone... I'm in a spiral...

#yandere dc #yandere platonic #yandere batfam

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v3lvet-midnight · 18 hours ago

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"I waited my whole life for you" Sergent barnes! x gn! new nurse reader

turns out the beautiful stranger he danced with at the bar last night is also the new nurse?

The bar was full of people, some drunk out their minds while the rest just enjoyed the night before another busy day. You were sitting at a table nursing a drink in your hand having only taken a few sips while glancing over at the dance floor watching your friend who was way more out of it then you were enjoy their dance with someone who'd asked them moments ago.

While mindlessly running your finger along the rim of your glass you could see someone sitting on the other side of the table from the corner of your eyes, you looked up only to find someone you haven't met before. He was tall, a sort of military officer judging by his uniform, and you'd be lying if you said that sly smirk he was giving you from across the table wasn't giving you some sort of butterflies.

"what's a pretty doll like you doin' all alone shouldn't you be up there havin' fun"

Something about the way he spoke had you weak; you couldn't tell why exactly. perhaps it was the accent he had, maybe his confident demeanor when talking to you, or was it the fact that he was looking at you and admiring you like you were the only one in the room? Maybe it was all of those things at once. One thing was for sure whatever he was doing, it was working.

"Im James, James Barnes. But you can call me anythin' ya want darlin"

He spoke reaching over to shake your hand with a quick wink and a charming grin. You introduced yourself reaching over to shake his hand his hold was firm yet gentle, his hand lingered in yours for a moment longer then he pulled it back.

"so darlin' what's a military boy from Brooklyn gotta do to have this dance?" “Sorry, I don’t dance much. Hell, im not even sure if i know how” You replied back swirling your glass around a little before taking a sip of your drink. Your statement caught bucky off guard you could tell with the way his brows furrowed slightly before reverting back to that sweet heartthrob grin of his.

“Well doll, give me the honor of being the one to teach you then”

He spoke out his voice dropping a octave or two making him sound even more charming if that were possible. Who were you to deny such a request? Especially from someone like him the handsome man who was focused solely on you and no one else. You couldn’t help but give into his request.

In that moment he had you, he knew he did and he was damn proud of it, the most beautiful person in the bar just agreed to dance with him after all, he was definitely going To be smug about it. He offered you his hand and when you took it he gently pulled you up and walked you to the dance floor. The hand that wasn't in yours rested on the small of your back gently guiding you to the dance floor.

Once on the dance floor he moved you infront of him his hand intertwining your fingers together holding them up while the other wrapped around your waist holding your body flush against his.

“Don’t worry doll, I got ya just follow my lead alright”

he spoke softly whispering into your ear sending shivers down your spine as he gently guided your body to sway to the music.

“Ya know doll, out of all the times I've been out dancin’ I can't say I've ever had a partner as beautiful as you are”

You don’t know how long you two danced together, but it was one of the best times you've had in what felt like forever. You got used to the music and you didn’t need his help anymore, yet despite that he still kept his hand along your waist both of you enjoying the closeness

The night soon came to an end, All the couples on the dance floor began leaving some going back together in pairs others separating entirely. But Bucky stayed holding you too him for just a little bit longer before fully letting go after a few short moments.

"For someone who doesn't dance you sure got the hang of it quick darlin'. ya sure you didn't just lie to me about that?"

He tilted his head a little as he playfully asked his question, He was clearly complimenting you and wanting to keep a conversation even after the fact that you both had danced for nearly half a hour.

"Or maybe you're just a good teacher"

your response made him smile again and you could have sworn the room got brighter when he did. That charming boyish grin that made him look like he came straight out of a romance film. you had no idea why he had you this weak to his charming personality after barely knowing him for less than an hour, but it was happening, and it was happening fast.

"ill see you around darlin'. well hopefully you'd let me. I've waited my whole life for someone like you"

He spoke whispering into your ear his hand cupping your face lightly running over your cheek for a moment before he shot you a quick wink then walking out with a group of soldiers who seemed to need to get going soon.

He had no idea if he would see you again. The thought of that was distracting him on the truck ride home. He hated the idea that he wouldn't dance or even see you again. It was bothering him. But he was a simple man he couldn't be help but be drawn to the prettiest and most beautiful face in the bar. But he had no idea what the future held, maybe if he got lucky, he would be able to dance with you again. He would be able to wrap his arms around your waist and hold you close again. You had him wrapped around your finger in such a short time it almost shocked him.

The next morning you had a small bag packed for the new job you got. a nurse at a nearby base. You didn’t pack too much mostly because you’d he provided your uniforms once there.

You got on the car that picked you up and drove you from your home to the base. When you stepped out you were guided to the medical tent where you were greeted by other nurses who helped you get settled in, they showed you to your bunk, showed you the ropes of how things worked around there, and overall helped you with anything you needed. Soon you were settled in helping out with threating small injuries for now just until you got the hang of things to treat the bigger ones.

The day was going by slow, Not much to handle until one of the other nurses walked to where you were. "were sending one your way, took a bullet to the left shoulder nothing too drastic." you nodded and began to get the supplies you needed, you weren't paying much attention until you heard a strangely familiar voice from the cot you were standing next to. "Damn doll, when I said I'd see ya again I didn't expect it to be so soon"

That familiar voice spoke you looked up to be greeted by the sight of bucky, the charming man from the bar last night.

“Can't say I'm complainin’ I was beginning to miss that beautiful face of yours”

With the way he was shamelessly flirting there was no way you’d assume this man has a bullet lodged into his shoulder. Well apart from the slight groan and gruff tone he spoke with and the blood staining his uniform.

You began to undo his uniform coat and undershirt to begin what you needed to do before he spoke in a more smug tone.

“Woah doll, skipping a few steps arent we? Your already trying to get me undressed and i havent taken ya to dinner yet”

He was clearly joking. Feeling a little more playful and smug, you looked up at him to find him smirking at you with a sly grin.

“Don’t flatter yourself barnes, just doin my job”

“It’s Sargent barnes doll”

He quickly corrected giving you a quick wink You lightly jabbed his uninjured shoulder and before you could pull your hand back he caught your wrist holding it and intertwining your fingers just as he did the night before. He lightly tugged you closer to him and spoke close to your ear in a soft whisper

“You really know how to kick a man when hes down darlin’ go easy on me will ya im still hurt after all”

Pretty soon you had the bullet out his shoulder, he was all bandaged up and good to go. Throughout the process bucky couldn't help but notice just how gentle and soft your hands were. He was addicted with just a few touches. You were more careful and made sure to be aware of how and if your touches would hurt him further. He was a goner, once you pulled your hands back, he was fighting the urge to put them on him again.

“Damn doll, you are beautiful and got some gentle hands. It’s enough to make a guy like me fall for ya more. Maybe I'll get injured on purpose just to see ya again”

He spoke with a wink but a part of him almost meant it. Bucky was addicted to the new nurse, and he honestly didn't mind.

#bucky x you #40s bucky #bucky barns x reader #bucky barnes #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky x y/n #winter soldier #bucky x reader #james buchanan barnes #the winter soldier

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hobihottie · 7 hours ago

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Just thinking about coworker Megumi who has a crush on you.✨💼

Megumi honestly felt so proud as he walked with you on his arm. He even though you weren’t together he couldn’t believe he was walking with someone so beautiful. And taking you out to dinner.

You were the new hire at Megumi’s job and he was ordered to train you by his boss. He fell for you immediately and did a lot of research to see if you were even single. He couldn’t even deny his feelings when his friend Yuji would tease him about you at work. Even though he was a twenty seven year old man he had never had a girlfriend but for some reason he wanted you so bad. That’s why he asked to take you out to dinner after work.

As you and your honestly hot coworker, Megumi walked down the street you wrapped your arm around his as your expensive heels clacked against the pavement. He could feel your boobs pressing against the side of his arm and he tried to ignore it while making small talk. Your short pencil skirt was starting to raise up so you pulled it down every so often as you walked to the restaurant he had recommended. Your outfit was so cutee and your sweet perfume was making him feel kinda high.

In the restaurant you were smiling brightly as Megumi fed you sushi. It was so delicious!!! He was having so much fun but he would lose his mind if anyone seen him acting so whipped. He hated you for making him act so strange. "Mhmmmm~!" This is really good!" You cheered happily with a blush on your cheeks. Megumi blushed from your cuteness and smiled a little. You were so pretty like a doll. "Would you like some more?" He asked gently while picking up another roll. You nodded cutely with a cheerful 'hmm!' Megumi smiled and fed it to you. He watched your plump lips as you chewed and couldn't help his slight arousal. "You should try some of this one senpai!" You suggested as you noticed he hadn't even tried any so busy feeding you. Megumi chuckled a little and nodded before putting one in his mouth with the same chopstick he used for you. He chewed and showed a small smile with a red face before saying it was delicious. He watched your eyes light up and felt his heart skip a beat. "It is delicious? Huh Megumi-san?" Your smile was warm and gentle as you leaned closer to him. Your big breast pressed against his arm again as you looked at his face closely. "Y-yes it is. B-but you should have some more. I bought this dinner for you to try." Megumi was blushing brightly as his body became hyper aware of the way you pressed against him. His dick was starting to get hard but he used a hand to press it down under the table.

You stared at him and couldn’t help the small smirk that came on your face. He was so adorable, blushing and jumping from the smallest touches. Was your senpai a virgin? It felt unbelievable because he was so handsome but his behavior said otherwise.

Let’s just say after dinner Megumi finally got some 🐱

#short stuff #jjk smut #jjk x reader #megumi smut #megumi x reader #yandere megumi #megumi fushiguro

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rafeys-angel13 · 18 hours ago

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his first time

summary: awkwardly talking inexperienced rafe through sex

warnings: pre existing relationship, sexxx, characters are 18! MDNI!!!

writers notes: i feel like i yapped a bit and ruined it but oh well!

you and rafe have been dating for 4 months now, you never expect to end up with him at all. you always thought he was completely different to you so you didn’t talk to him until you two were paired up for a science project.

tonight, you and rafe are laying on your bed. you’re sitting up against your headboard with rafe between you legs with his head on your stomach, his big hands are playing with your belly bar. he’s quiet but that’s not anything out of the ordinary. you focus on your tv show.

“i wanna show you what i bought today…” you smile and gently remove yourself from under him and stand up. he sits up where you were against the headboard and you grab the shopping bags, walking into your bathroom to change.

you come out in a yellow dress, its about mid thigh length with a halter neck strap. you do a little spin and he smiles.

“that’s pretty…” he says just loud enough for you to hear him.

“should i keep it?” you tilt your head and look at yourself in the mirror.

“yeah… you could wear those white heels with it…” he nods.

“oh yeah! you’re a genius rafe…” you smile and walk into the bathroom again to get changed.

you come out yet again, you’re wearing a corset with a floral design on it. you hadn’t bothered putting pants back on so you’re just in your pink cotton underwear.

he looks up at you and his breath hitches. he nods immediately and swings his legs over this side of the bed, holding his hands out for you. you take his hands and he guides you to stand between his legs. his fingers trace the flowers on the corset, his eyes flickering back up to you, looking up at you through his eyebrows.

“you’re so beautiful, sweetheart…” he whispers and you smile, pecking his lips. he smiles and looks up at you like you’re a literal goddess.

you reach a hand out and stroke his now rosy cheeks, he leans into your touch. his hands now clasped in his lap.

“you can touch me you know… i am your girlfriend…” you smile, teasing him but trying not to embarrass him too much.

“y-yeah, i mean- like- of course i know that” his eyes shift to your chest then your lips then your eyes.

“touch me then, rafe…” you move a step closer, your cleavage right in his face.

he takes a deep breath and rests his hands on your waist.

“there you go…” you smile and run a hand through his hair.

he smiles and you lean down, gently kissing him. he kisses you back softly.

you giggle and pull away, you pulling his face up to look at you with your hand under his chin.

“you wanna take this corset off?” you smile, he nods enthusiastically and kiss his forehead then turn around, pulling your hair over your shoulder so he can reach the back of it.

he gently starts undoing it, he’s being so gentle. despite him being a lot bigger than you, he’s always gentle with you. no matter what.

he slowly pulls it off and you turn around. your perky breasts are right in his face. he doesn’t take his eyes off your face, a soft smile on his face and the rosy colour on his cheeks still persistent.

“do you want to have sex with me, handsome…?” you trail your finger over his jawline.

he nods and you giggle.

“you’ve never done this before, have you?” you straddle his lap.

“no… never… i’ve never been with another girl…” he shakes his head and wraps his arms around your waist.

“you can grab me…” you move his hand to your chest.

he squeezes your breasts softly, rubbing his thumbs over your hard nipples.

“there you go…” you nod and he smiles.

he continues circling his thumb around your solid nipple. his lips parting.

“you can suck em…” his face lights up and he leans in, attaching his lips to your right breast, sucking it gently. he swirls his tongue around your nipple.

you moan and grind your core down against his lap. he smiles and pulls away, kissing you.

you kiss him back, grinding down on him as he groans. you trail soft yet hungry kisses down his neck, pulling his shirt over his head.

he hurries to unzip his pants and pull them down with his underwear. he’s dick bounces up and hits his belly button, tip bright red and already leaking glistening precum.

“so pretty… you’re doing so good…” you praise gently, shifting your position on his lap.

“can you do something for me, baby?” you kiss his cheek.

“yeah” he nods and you move to lay down on the bed, he follows you and sits between your legs.

“need you to finger me, baby…” you smile.

“okay, i can do that…” he nods, his face flushing even more.

you let your legs fall apart and he leans forward, attempting to rub your clit but missing it slightly. you reach down and adjust his finger placement and he gets more confident, nodding and continuing do run circles with his thumb.

you moan and drop your head back.

“you’re good, rafey…” you push your hips up. he switches to his other thumb and uses that one, slipping one finger into your tight pussy.

you moan and nod your head, silently telling him he’s doing good.

he slips another finger in and slowly pumps them in and out, making you gasp and moan loudly.

“keep going…” you pant and nod.

“is it okay like this…” he mumbles, his eyebrows furrowing in concentration.

“curl your fingers a little…” you mumble and spread your legs further apart. reaching for his cock, pumping your hand up and down slowly. he grunts lowly and his hips jolt.

“you okay?”

“yeah, perfect” he moans out and pushes himself into your hands.

“you wanna be in me?” you tilt your head. he nods and pushes his swollen tip into your tight cunt. you moan loudly.

he fully sinks in, your desperate pussy sucking him in. he groans loudly and starts thrusting. he grabs your hands and holds them as he thrusts quicker. his hips slap against your butt over and over again.

“i’m gonna cum- fuck” he grunts and speeds his thrusts up.

you moan and lift your hips up and he pulls out, his cock shooting thick white ropes all over your stomach and chest.

you love your hand down and rub your clit to ride out your high.

“you’re so good, rafey… you knew more than i thought you did..” you smile as he lays next to you.

“i’m glad i could please you…” he wraps an arm around you and rests his head on your chest.

“where’d you learn what to do? porn?” you stroke his hair, he nods.

“mostly…”

“you’re coming out of your shell rafey… i’m so proud of you…” you smile and kiss his head, he lifts his head and pecks your lips.

after that night, rafe got more and more skilled and confident during sex and just in day to day life, you’re so smitten with him.

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