#hold on hold on i need to send one back to you

[rafecameronssl4t]

Business Talk || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Summary: You listening to Rafe and Barry talk business on his yacht. (s3 ep6 inspired)

Warnings: swearing, suggestive, idk if theres anything else lmk

Word count: 1,323

A/n: another canon fic because im obsessed with writing these 😖 pls send me canon fic requests 🙏🙏

MASTERLIST

Divider by @yoonitos

"Oh my God!" Barry yells out as you hastily pull away from Rafe, who groans in frustration, "Fuck, I thought we had more time." His head drops, leaning on your bare stomach, and you can't help but giggle as you reach over for your cover-up. Rafe sighs heavily, adjusting his pants with an annoyed expression.

"Damn, Rafe. Come on, Country Club," Barry calls out, his voice echoing through the boat as he makes his way upstairs to the top deck. "Bro, how are you gonna have this and not even tell me!" When he reaches the final step, he notices you lounging on one of the sofas, looking perfectly composed. You give him a warm smile. "Hey, Barry," you greet him politely.

"Princess," he says with a playful bow, making you giggle at his exaggerated behavior. He then turns back to Rafe, who is still frowning. "You got a whole damn YMCA up on this bitch, dude," Barry exclaims, his eyes darting around the luxurious boat. You sip your drink, watching Barry's antics with amusement.

"Barry, shut up, yeah?" Rafe shouts at him, clearly fed up with Barry's incessant chatter about the boat. Barry throws up his hands in mock surrender. "All right, we need to make a move," Rafe walks over to his shirt and puts it on. "That's all we do, bro. We been making moves. Haven't we, y/n?" Barry glances at you as you watch the two talk business.

"Yeah, well, we don't have much time," Rafe says, his tone serious as he walks over to you and holds out his hand. You look at his hand for a moment before meeting his intense gaze. "Yo, come down here," Rafe says to Barry, jerking his head toward the stairs.

You take Rafe's hand as he leads you toward the stairs, your fingers still interlocked. Barry follows behind, curiosity piqued. "You're not gonna believe this shit," Rafe mutters, his voice low and intense.

As you descend to the bottom deck, Rafe's focus remains unshaken. "You seen any buyers?" he calls out, his mind clearly on the gold. Barry, now settling down on the couch beside you, responds with a chuckle, "It's always business with you, bro. I mean, I don't always live like this." You kick your feet up on the table, relaxing as Rafe heads to the fridge. He rummages through its contents, finally emerging with a few beers and your favorite drink.

"I'm just saying we need to take this shit seriously," Rafe insists, his tone carrying a sense of urgency. He opens your drink with a swift motion and hands it to you, his eyes meeting yours briefly. "Thanks," you reply softly, appreciating the small gesture. Barry observes the interaction with a raised eyebrow, then looks between you and Rafe with a smirk. "What? No princess treatment for me either?" he teases, pouting playfully at Rafe who rolls his eyes, “Get fucked.”

Barry clinks bottles with you after opening his beer, taking a swig and letting out a satisfied sigh. Moments later, Rafe returns, carrying a sleek black briefcase which he places on the table in front of Barry. You quickly adjust your feet as Barry's eyes widen in awe at the contents revealed inside. Your gaze meets Rafe's briefly before you lean forward, curiosity piqued.

"I should get a tooth made out of this, huh?" Barry quips, holding up a gleaming gold bar, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. You struggle to suppress a smile. "Look, don't be touching the shit. Just put it back," Rafe commands sternly, shooting Barry a look of irritation.

"Man, you're so paranoid. How do you put up with this shit, y/n?" Barry says, turning to you as he carefully replaces the gold bar. Rafe, exuding impatience, retorts, "I don't care about the cross. I'm trying to make money." He sits beside you, gently shifting your legs so they rest comfortably on his lap.

"I told you, my aunt, she got some contacts. She gonna help us move these little bitches," Barry reassures Rafe. Distracted by a sudden splash from the water nearby, you turn your head instinctively. Rafe notices your reaction immediately. "What is it?" he asks, concern threading through his voice. You rise from the couch, taking your sunglasses off as you move towards the edge to peer down at the water.

"Nothin'. Thought I heard something," you shrug, slipping on your sunglasses before returning to the sofa. "The gems, the nuggets, the whole damn melted enchilada!" Barry rambles on, his enthusiasm undeterred. "These gems are mint, man. The gold's bullion. We're selling it in bars, right? I'm not dealing with some half-assed pogue shit with some reject from Zales, bro."

Rafe's voice cuts through Barry's excitement, firm and cold. "Hey, watch how you're speaking about my aunt, dog," Barry retorts, scoffing. Rafe's hands, tense with stress, had already begun their way down your thighs, gripping them unconsciously. It was a telltale sign of his annoyance.

"I'm not talking about your aunt. I'm just saying, I don't fucking trust my shit with pogues," Rafe shrugs dismissively as you absentmindedly play with his rings.

Suddenly, your phone dings with a text message. Rafe leans over, grabbing your phone to hand it to you. Their chatter fades into the background as you focus on the message from your friend.

"Who is it, baby?" Rafe asks, removing his sunglasses as you show him your phone, reading the etext. "Barry, you gotta go, man," he says, watching you rise from the couch and slip off your cover-up.

"What? Why?" Barry protests, glancing between you and Rafe with confusion. Rafe sighs, his patience thinning. "Y/N's having her friends over for a girl’s day on the boat." Barry's eyes dart to you as you smile and nod. "That right? And I wasn't invited?" he says with mock offense, making you laugh.

"Next time, for sure," you assure him, still chuckling. Rafe, eager to get Barry off the boat, pats him on the back. "All right, time for you to go, bro. Good to see ya." "All right, all right, I'm going!" Barry concedes, standing up and making his way to the edge of the boat. "You have fun, Y/N!" he calls out, waving. "Bye, Barry!" you wave back with a smile.

As Barry leaves, Rafe's hands find your hips, fingers playfully tugging at the strings of your bikini bottoms. "Rafe!" you exclaim, swatting his hands away and retying the strings. "They'll be here soon." Rafe groans, "Why am I being cockblocked all day today." You smirk up at him, wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him in, "Later, I promise."

[cinnabunwanda]

Eating out ✰ Natasha Ramnoff ⌇DRABBLES

content warning — smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, clit play (sort of?), dirty talk

pairing — fem reader x natasha romanoff

summary — Nat, captivated by your soft lips, manipulates her, causing her to moan your name. You feel guilty for Steve and Bucky, causing her to swell and twitch.

word count — 712

authors note — hey guys! so sorry that I haven't been posting i've been away with my husband. its also hard to post and get out of bed when you have depression lmao. so I will try and be regular when posting ty all!!

The softness of your lips always surprised Nat, even though she had been in this position countless times before. Each time, the teasing touch of your tongue against her sensitive folds sent shivers down her spine and left her moaning your name.

"Mmm, you're so good at that, baby," she moaned breathlessly, loving how effortlessly you could bring her to bliss. It was a high that she knew she could never achieve without you.

"You like that, don't you?" You smirked confidently as you continued to pleasure her with your skilled tongue.

"Yes!" Nat's cry only motivated you further as you worked your magic on her. You didn't feel the need to hold down her hips or ask her to be quiet; the feeling of her grinding against your face only added to the intensity. And as for any noise...well, let's just say the Avengers were used to your "private activities."

Your hair was tugged gently by Nat's hand as she reached new levels of pleasure, sending a deliciously painful sensation through your scalp and adding to the excitement coursing through your body. This was what you loved most - being on your knees on the plush carpet (installed by Tony at Nat's request) and worshiping every inch of her pale skin. Your plump lips danced along her spread thighs, leaving teasing kisses and playful nips on her hips.

But finally, they would find their way to her most sensitive spot - her swollen clit. With a soothing rhythm of sucking and flicking with your tongue, you could feel yourself grinning as Nat whined and squirmed beneath you. The little bud between your teeth would send shocks of pleasure through both of you as it was pulled out in a slow motion before being released back into place.

"Please." That one word was music to your ears and fueled your own desire for her. It was a sound that you craved - the way Nat's lips formed and shaped around the word, begging for more.

"Please what, princess? Do you want me to stop?" For added emphasis, you pulled away completely, leaving her body cold and craving your touch.

"No!" Nat's whispered plea was met with her hands reaching for you, her hips wriggling on the bed as she tried to get closer to you. The covers twisted and bunched around her hips as she squirmed in pleasure under your skillful touch.

"Oh? So my little baby wants me to make her cum?" Your voice was teasing, but also a bit cruel as you pushed your lips into a pout and ran your hands over her quivering thighs.

"Please, please make me cum." It wasn't often that Nat begged; she enjoyed being in control. But today, just like every now and then, you convinced her to give up that control and let you take care of her.

"Say my name. Moan it, scream it, and I'll make you cum." You demanded this promise from her, a devious smirk playing on your lips when she whispered your name. "Does it feel good to say my name, baby? Do you like having it on your tongue?"

She screamed your name this time, so loud that you almost felt guilty for Steve and Bucky - their enhanced hearing would definitely pick up on what was happening between the two of you. But you couldn't bring yourself to care as you leaned in again, ready to pleasure your girl.

When she came, it was loud and beautiful. Nat's mouth was open in a silent scream - the telltale sign that she was seeing stars - while her legs shook and hips thrust, chasing your mouth as you leaned back to watch.

Your fingers glided over her thighs, eventually reaching her clit in small circles to help prolong her orgasm. You watched hungrily as Nat's plump lips were pulled between her teeth, biting and manipulating them until they were raw and swollen.

"That's it, just like that." Nat was coming back down to earth, your soothing voice bringing her back as her chest heaved and thighs twitched under your touch.

But your fingers still remained on her clit, slow yet persistent as you hummed thoughtfully.

"I think I want you to do that again; maybe I can make you squirt this time."

©Elena do not copy, edit, or translate my works.

[papaya-twinks]

Okay so what about Lando dressing all slutty at the club and then reader getting triggered because lets be for real, we all are. And then when they get back home he takes her against the wall? Like rough and hard? Idk I don’t do this a lot 🫣 Sorry if this is weird, have a good day

Warnings: Smut, 18+, praise, degradation, brattiness, spanking, choking

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader

Lando had never looked this good in his entire life. Well, you thought that, like, about every outfit. But this one. The white button-up shirt, open at the top, revealing his necklaces and a cross chain on his bare, tan chest. Fuck, you’d need that cross for forgive you for all those unholy thoughts in your head. 

He deserved the party, after his race, but you wanted nothing more than for him to grab you by your neck and pump you full of him. So you were forced to sit on the little sofa in the club, his arm round your neck casually as he talked to Max and other drivers, blissfully unaware of the heat pooling between your legs. 

“You good? You keep wriggling,” Lando asked, interrupting his own conversation with Max. “Yeah, just wanna go home,” you mumbled, looking at the floor firmly. “Hey. You feeling. Sick or something? You ill?” he asked, worried. You didn’t say anything, shooting him a look which spoke many words. “Horny,” he said, the ghost of a smirk approaching his lips.

You nodded, cheeks flushing as he stood up. “Sorry, guys, got a little thing to do,” Lando said, faking an apology, his arm round your waist. “Hm, let me guess, the thing you gotta do is Y/N?” Max snorted, rolling his eyes as Lando scoffed. “And what?”. Lando led you to the car, opening the passenger door for you, his hand gliding over the curves of your ass in the process, before he sat in his own seat.

 “Needy, hm?” he grinned as your hand came to his thigh, tugging at his belt. An incoherent mumble left your lips at his words, his hand coming to yours and pulling you off. “Wait,” was all he said, pushing your hands away. You whined, trying to move your hands back, but he didn’t let you, starting up the car and driving. The entire journey, his hand was on your thigh, stroking the soft skin, your eyes closed. 

Finally, you rolled into the driveway, Lando’s hand on your hip as he led you in, his grasp firm on you. As soon as he stepped into the house, he pushed you against the door, locking it behind you, his hand on your neck, squeezing softly. “Made me end my party early,” he whispered in your ear, teeth playing along your neck. “I was having fun,” Lando added, teeth tugging at your earlobe. 

A soft moan left your lips at the sensation, his hand coming to cup your tit in your minidress, the other one trailing along the hem. “Fuck, you’re soaking,” he raised an eyebrow, finger playing against you from your thong. “Lando,” you gasped, the slightest touch of him already sending you feral. “I’m not taking you against the front door,” he commented, taking your hand. 

You’d probably cum right there and then by the time you got to the bedroom, so he led you to the kitchen, sitting you on the counter. “Alright, baby,” Lando said, a look of triumph on his face. “You’re a desperate one, aren’t you?” he snorted, lifting your dress over your head. You leaned down to remove your platform heels, but Lando stopped you. 

“Keep them on,” he said, throwing your legs over his shoulders as he leaned down, teeth grazing your damp thong. You didn’t even try and stop the filthy moan that escaped your lips at the feeling, his hand holding both your wrists to the surface of the counter top. You shrieked, bucking your hips upwards as he moved your thong to the side, tongue flicking against your clit, lips coating in your juices. 

“Don’t,” he warned, pulling off of you, a groan leaving your lips. His hands came to your bare stomach, lifting you into his arms, as he walked up the stairs, your lips sucking and tugging at the skin of his neck. A shriek left your mouth as he threw you roughly onto the bed, taking his shirt off in one tug, pulling you against him by your thighs. 

Your legs were once again thrown over his shoulders, your soaked throng pressed to his crotch. A groan left his lips at the feeling, eyes wide at your ass against his stomach. You couldn’t help but roll your hips slightly against him, making him frown and raise an eyebrow. 

“Did I say to do that?” he pushed on your hip, his hand coming to your neck, the other unbuckling his pants. You gasped as his cock sprung against his abdomen, a thick vein throbbing along the underside. Lando moved his hand from your throat, bringing it to his dick, the other hand cupping yours bring it to his length. He was heavy on your hand, twitching at the feeling of your soft hands. 

“Fuck Y/N,” he groaned, pushing your hand up and down his cock, his other hand pulling you forwards on your hands and knees. “Open,” he demanded, pushing his thumb against the roof of your mouth. You obeyed, parting your lips, only for him to frown. “You’ve had me in your mouth multiple times,” he leaned forwards, wrapping your hair round his large hand, “long enough to know that’s not big enough for me,”. 

You nodded, parting your lips further, as you felt him push the head of his dick against your lips. One hand in your hair, Lando placed the other on your cheek, running his finger over the lump in your throat. Your eyes half-rolled as his length forced your mouth open, his throbbing tip hitting the back of your throat at an ever increasing pace. 

“Fuck Y/N,” he held your head still, pushing in a few times, his groans filthy as he did so, before he pulled out, your gags lost in the heated, passionate kiss he pulled you into. “Lando,” you gasped, his finger playing at your clothed clit. “Mmm? You like that?” he cooed, hands coming to grip your thighs, pulling you onto his lap. 

You didn’t expect his fingers to sink into you as you straddled him, his digits long and thick. “Lando,” you gasped as he added another finger, his thumb stroking at your clit. “Oh fuck,” you moaned, his fingers curling inside of you, your back half-arching at the feeling. 

“Lift,” he commanded, raiding your body, before aligning his cock with you. He stood against the edge of the bed, your legs over his shoulder, his hand pinning your wrists down as you groaned, his cock stretching you wider. “Fuck Lan,” you mumbled, clutching at air as the bump formed in your stomach. 

“You don’t ever stop moving, do you?” he growled, lifting you up, sliding out of you despite your protests. You shrieked as he pressed your body against a wall, your back on the cold beige walls, his hands groping at your tits. You felt his arms snake round your waist, lifting you against the walls firmly, your legs still over his shoulders.

“Lando!” you shrieked as he pushed in, your legs swinging up and down with his motions. This was one of your favourite ways you had was with Lando - when he held you up effortlessly, fucking you upwards, rough and fast. Your head lolled slightly, his other hand moving from your waist to your chin to roughly bring you back.

“Look at me,” he groaned, both hands slapping onto your ass as you half shrieked, half moaned. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” he asked, eyes trailing over your figure as he slammed upwards into you, your body shaking with each movement. “Got a fucking bump, hm?” his eyes fell to your stomach, his cock bulging through your body as he slammed into you.

You felt the knot in your stomach unravelling at his rapit pace, your hands clutching at his curls as he chuckled. “Gonna cum for me, hm?” he asked, cradling your cheek softly. That was one thing he loved to do. Ask you questions whilst he knew you couldn’t answer. Make you tell him what you were doing, or how you felt. It was hot, he could have that.

“Lando!” you moaned, your eyes rolling as you felt yourself come undone, his orgasm following shortly. “Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned, head thrown back as he bucked his hips into you, his thrusts sloppy and wasted. “Fuck,” he mumbled again, hands tangling in your hair as he pulled you into a heated kiss.

[nightmareonslvtstreet]

A Needy Wife Needs A Giving Husband

| Nanami x wife!reader

✰Synopsis: Nanami catches his perfect wife playing with her needy cunt in the shower…

Warning: 18+ only, MDNI!!!, masturbation, pussy eating, squirting, overstimulation, orgasm, dirty talking, masturbation with shower head, and water play?!?! (I’m just talking to just to talk rn)

☁︎AN: Hello everyone! Thank you once again for the follows. I truly appreciate you all. I hope you enjoy this quick draft that was lingering in my mind last night.

⚠️⚠️MDNI!!! Sexual Content After The Break! You Have Been Warned!!!!⚠️⚠️

“Ahh~…Na-Nanami!…R-right there baby-ah~!”, you whimper as Nanami listens outside of the bathroom. He had just made it home a few minutes ago. He expected to be greeted at the door by his perfect wife, but today you weren’t there. Even though this pissed him off a little, he didn’t mind the view that was in front of him. His breath hitches at the sounds of your beautiful moans and he starts to get turned on. His dick printing through his slacks.

‘So this is what she was up to.’, Nanami thinks to himself as he peaks into the bathroom taking in the sight of you with your legs spread wide open like he loves. Your face messy with tears as you use the shower head to play with your clit. He watches as you tease yourself with the water and close your legs tight from the stimulation. “Ohhh~ Nanami…I want you here right now…”, you moan softly as you use your fingers to rub your clit closing your eyes shut as the pleasure builds up again. After hearing such a begging call, Nanami can’t take it anymore and quietly enters the bathroom. You smile to yourself and throw your head back. Eyes opening wide to a hard Nanami in your face. You jump up quickly and cover yourself as best as you can.

“Na-Nanami…baby, when did you get home?”, you stutter. “Don’t worry about that. You said you want me right?”, he roughly grabs your jaw and kisses you passionately. After a few more sloppy, but passionate kisses, he lets go of his hold on you, “Stand up.”. Your pussy pulses at his assertiveness. He can be so fucking hot when he talks to you like this. You try your best to stand up straight, but your previous session left your legs a little weak. Nanami takes a seat on the shower bench and pats his lap for you to sit. You sit on his lap teasing him a bit by grinding your plump ass on his clothed dick. Nanami grabs your waist, sits you down and slaps your thighs. Pulling your legs up, he lays his arms over them to prevent you from closing off access to your needy cunt. You look up at Nanami and kiss along his jawline. He smiles a bit before taking the shower head into his hand.

Taking his free hand, Nanami spreads your pussy lips open with two fingers, “Damn my pussy gets prettier every time I see her.”. You blush at his response as you always loved the way he compliments your body and speak ownership of it. Nanami takes one of his fingers and rubs circles on your clit. He brings the shower head to your sensitive nipples and lets the water hit them directly. You moan softly and arch your back as you melt. Nanami smirks at you unraveling in his lap, so needy for his cock and touch. “It’s been some time since I’ve played with you…right, baby?”, Nanami kisses down your neck sending waves of pleasure through your body with each kiss. “Y-yess…mmmm~ah…Nanami please.”, you beg your husband to satisfy you. Truth be told, only his touch can relieve this arching core.

Nanami kiss your lips and moves the shower head to your clit. He takes the water and lets it run through your folds. Taking a nipple into his mouth to suck on, he pulls the shower head back and spreads your lips wider. The water attacks your clit and your moans become louder. “Na-NANAMI!”, you call his name as you grab at his shirt. Your pussy is so sensitive and water feels almost similar to Nanami’s tongue. Nanami notices your hips lifting and starts to move the shower head side to side to mimic his tongue movements when eating you out. Your head flies back and you turn into a babbling mess. “Thank you~ah!..Na~ah!AHH!…T-thank you Nanami!”, you cry out as tears flood your eyes again. Your core starts to tighten and Nanami moves the shower head closer to your cunt. The onslaught of water against your needy pussy makes up buck your hips up repeatedly. Feeling your orgasm coming you try to close your legs, but Nanami’s arms stop your attempt, “What’s wrong (y/n)? You was just taking it a minute ago…don’t tell me my good girl is tapping out…”, Nanami teases you as your eyes roll back. Squirt and water mix together as Nanami doesn’t let up on your clit, “Your not getting off that easy. Give me a real orgasm.”.

He places your hand on your pussy and tells you to spread your lips for him. You obey and he starts fingering you while moving the shower head water in circular movements on your clit. “Haaahh…mmmph..ah..I…think I’m going to c~ah…cum!”, you moan in between breaths. Everything is starting to overstimulate you as your vision starts to turn white. “Cum for me baby. Soak my fingers in your juices.”, Nanami groans as he feels your walls tighten around him. Your knuckles start to turn white as you grip his arm holding the shower head. With one last pump of Nanami’s fingers, you start to orgasm. Your pussy clenches around his fingers in a pulsing manner, “I…love…you…Nanami.”, was all you can say as your high got the best of you. You twitched in his lap as your teary eyes started to daze. Nanami kisses the top of your head before he rest you on the bench. “I love you more than anything, (y/n).”, he whispers in your ear before taking his place in front of your dripping overstimulated cunt.

He opens your legs wide and stares at the mess you made. He looks up at you before he gives your needy pussy a long lick, lapping up your juices. “Taste yourself”, he tells you while you whimper wanting more of him. You happily kiss him and suck your mess off his tongue. Nanami made you fall in love with tasting yourself. He grabs your throat and released the kiss, “Understand why I love eating this cunt?”. You nod your head and bite your lip begging for his thick dick, “I need you so bad Nanami. It’s been so long.”. He smirks and unbuttons his soaking wet shirt. His belt falls next with his slacks and boxers right after. Stroking himself, Nanami leans close to your body, “Don’t worry baby, I’m in the giving mood. And you better take all that I give you tonight.”.

AN: My first one got flagged so this is the re-uploaded version.

[bibewilderedandbuck]

Buck goes out to get food or restock after a particularly rigorous ""work out"" session and it just happens to be at the same time as some idiot decides to rob the place.

Buck is kneeling down because hes looking for Tommy's favorite gatorade flavor. They have all the popular flavors at eye level but if you're looking for dark red, you have to stoop down. Homophobic, and during pride month.

He hears the commotion and of course his hero complex kicks in. But he doesn't wanna spook the guy cause he knows how he looks. Massive and buff and a firefighter and everyone at this place knows him too, he lives right down the road (or maybe the drug store is one the first level of his apartment). He goes to send a quick text to Tommy, when the guy with the gun demands all their phones. Buck gets out "911" and turns on his location. He stays low to the floor but makes himself known. Gets the gun trained on himself instead of anyone else because that's just who buck is.

The robber is getting desperate and every time bucks phone pings he gets more and more jumpy.

“Whose needy ass boyfriend wont stop blowing up their phone?”

Buck raises a shaky hand. He opens his mouth to say something but before he can get it out-

The store clerk high-fives him and tells him he’s proud of him. “It was only a matter of time, man. He went through all the women of LA and he just moved on to the men.”

A chorus of “Oooh come on!” “That’s biphobic” “ew gross” “not cool” ring out among the other hostages. Buck’s cheeks are burning. The mix of positive and negative reinforcement creating chaos in his head.

“You really should consider letting us go.” He says to the man with the gun. Buck takes a risk and stands to his full height and the other man’s eyes widen. “My boyfriend is bigger than I am. He's waiting for me and we weren’t done.” He holds up a box of condoms and the gatorade and someone hoots behind him.

It’s then that the sirens start. Someone shouts instructions through a bullhorn. Buck isn't listening, he's determined to get everyone out before himself. He calmly explains that out there is one of the most fiercely protective police sergeants he's ever met.

"And her first priority is not going to be you." Buck motions his raised hand to the other people in the store and says, "let them go and I can help you."

The voice amplified by the horn sounds more desperate by the second and when did the fucking fire department get here?

The armed man send everyone out, except buck, who he now holds in front of him with the barrel of the gun tucked snugly against his spine. Buck can feel it shiver against his skin.

"I didn't want to hurt anyone."

"I- I know," Buck says. The guy cowers behind him and he curses his height because if anyone was a fantastic human shield its Evan Buckley.

There's a new voice coming through the bullhorn now and Buck groans. Its Tommy and he's telling Buck the whole teams here and he's going to be alright. He sounds desperate and scared and Buck just wants to wrap his arms around the man and tell him its going to be OK.

"The boyfriend?" the guy asks and Buck almost laughs. He lets out a shaky breath.

"Yeah, needy right?"

"Listen man, I made a mistake. I'm in a lot of trouble but I never wanted anything like this." Buck nods. "My baby is sick and I'm broke. I just needed some cash and some formula."

Buck groans. He's too nice for his own good.

"There's an exit in the back."

"What?"

"In the back room I've seen them take in deliveries that way." He can hear the guy shuffle and then stop.

"Should I hit you?"

"What?" Buck peaks over his shoulder, the guy is half way to the door at the back of the store and still he's completely shielded by Buck's body. Seriously he should have been a bodyguard or something.

"I mean...it'll look like you just let me go?"

"This isn't a movie? I- I'm literally being held hostage, dude."

"Right." He turns away from Buck and then stops again. Buck is holding his breath. "Thanks man. I know this is fucked up and you didn't have to help me. You're a good guy."

Then he's gone.

Buck's not sure how to react. He did it, he saved everyone and himself and oddly the whole thing feels like a dream. Unreal. He walks slowly to the door of the shop and exits with his hands still in the air. Eddie is the first to hug him, barreling right into him and smacking his back into the glass of the window. He's checking over Buck for injuries and squinting inside the store and he seems confused.

"Where'd he go?"

Buck shrugs. "Went to the back and never came out."

Athena is next, she too gives him a once over, lets him know she can take his statement tomorrow and motions to the rest of the crew. They give him one resounding bone crushing group hug. Buck's warm and smiley but he still feels not here.

Finally, Tommy ambles out from behind the police car. He's thrown on a hoodie and sweats and he's vibrating on the balls of his feet. Buck see's the same expression on his face that must be reflected on Buck's. He reaches out to Tommy and Tommy clutches at him. The hug starts off timid until Buck hears a few pops in his back and Tommy is taking a deep breath in at his temple.

The world falls back into place like they've hit the bottom of a drop of an amusement park ride. His feet feel solidly on the ground and his stomach finally drops. His knees nearly buckle. At some point Buck had known he wasn't in danger, but it didn't feel that way. It felt like he was never going to talk to his family again, he would never see Hen or Eddie or Bobby...or Tommy. There is so much he wants to say but his breath is shaky and his hands won't release Tommy's shoulders.

"Do you want to be alone?" Tommy asks. Because of course he asks. No Buck has never wanted to be alone less. He feels like if he lets go of the man in his arms he's going to float into the atmosphere and dissipate. Like he's only tethered here by Tommy's hands.

"No," Buck says. He takes a grounding breath in, his chest bumping Tommy's. "I- I want to go home."

[delulustateofmind]

Welcome Home (Drabble)

Summary: Azriel just resting between your thighs 😎

Warnings: A bit filthy, Soft!Azriel, Oral (F! Receiving), No plot just smut, shadow daddy a little pussy drunk, unedited

** Minors don't interact under the cut **

"I missed you so much, baby," Azriel purred against your lips, the exhaustion from his week-long mission etched on his face. His kisses were gentle, each a soothing balm to the days spent apart, and his hands settled firmly on your waist, tugging you closer as he led you to the bedroom. You tried not to smile between kisses, knowing that his long missions often left him in a tender, soft mood.

All he wanted was to love you, his pretty little mate, who was conveniently wearing a dress he could easily pull the hem up as he laid you gently on the bed. His touch was needy and hungry as he slipped your dress up to your waist, a hitch in his breath as he spread your legs.

"No panties? Baby, you're too good f'me," he groaned, his voice thick with desire as he settled between your thighs. He pressed soft kisses along your inner thigh, each one sending shivers through you. "So beautiful," he murmured between kisses, his breath warm against your skin, each word a tender caress that quickened your pulse.

Azriel was obsessed with your pretty cunt, the way it was already glistening for him as he brought his soft lips to your clit. Earning a soft moan on your lips as he gently kissed your soft folds. His big strong scarred hands spread your legs wider as they harshly gripped your thighs, ensuring he was holding back from devouring you. Azriel could taste your arousal, that sweet nectar from the gods that he thrived on, that he would look forward to on these missions.

"Azriel" You whimpered, your voice weak with desire as he was gently just kissing around your heat. As if hearing your pleas, Azriel's tongue was diving eagerly into your warmth. Your breath hitched at his every touch. You tried squirming or lifting your hips, but Azriel still held his meal, his blessing from the cauldron.

You looked down to see his pretty golden eyes half-lidded. Those gorgeous long eyelashes fluttering shut, and his moans that were filled with a mixture of adoration and desire that made your heart race.

"Ah…Azriel…baby…right there," you babbled, the words spilling from your lips in a breathless rush. But he didn't hear you; he was too drunk on your sweet nectar, devouring you like a man starved. His focus was entirely on you, each flick of his tongue and press of his lips sending waves of pleasure through your body, making you arch and gasp beneath him.

Azriel didn't seem to care by the way your body bucked and shuddered, by the deep and raspy noises that escaped your throat. His fingers soon joined his tongue, spreading you open wider, searching for that one spot that would make you jump and quiver.

Azriel would alternate between sweet slow kitten licks around your clit, piling on the pressure that would have you gasping for air. The build-up was agony, the promise of reaching your high just out of reach. From those sweet kind licks, he would move on to something more relentless. Leaving you arched wildly, thrusting your hips into his face, your back arching off the bed as the climax was fast approaching.

Azriel's lips smacked as he lapped hungrily at your juice. Every touch, every curl of his fingers sends waves through your body. The pleasure blinding you, ensuring that you were seeing stars, robbing you of all sense of the world but the need for release. The coil within you tightened and loosened with each one of Azriel's movements, each flick of the tongue, and thrust of the finger had you losing yourself in ecstasy.

You swore under your breath, pressing your fingers through his dark silky curls, urging him on as you pushed closer and closer to climax. His tongue worked in harmony with his fingers as he would moan, the nails of his free hand that resided on your thigh digging in as he kept your legs spread open for him. Bucking his hips into the sheets. Azriel drank your juices that were currently streaming down his pretty face. With a final, deep thrust of his fingers and a swirl of his tongue, you cried out his name like it was a prayer made for him.

"Azriel...I..oh gods" you whimpered as you reached those waves of bliss. Your nails dug into his hair, your hips bucking involuntarily. Azriel relished every last drop of your orgasm, his tongue greedily lapping up your juices.

"Gotta clean up your mess baby," He moaned against your wet folds.

As your legs began to shake less, Azriel finally pulled away, slowly, removing his fingers from your messy cunt. Azriel's face was slick with your essence as he looked at you with a lovesick grin as he began to unbuckle his leathers.

[inkdrinkerworld]

autistic!reader getting overwhelmed/overstimulated at a party w dealer!remus’ friends so remus ditches the party to comfort them (i love your writing sm btw❤️)

You’re not sure what exactly was the tipping point that sent you from mild discomfort to overt discomfort and agitation.

You’re at a party with Remus, sitting in the living room with your phone in your hand as you scrolled through your photos and a couple random apps to pass the time it took Remus to sell to all his friends here.

Usually, you’re good about bringing your ear plugs, and they’d work but even though you don’t have them tonight, you know they’d have been useless.

You can smell an acrid mixture of beer, white rum and weed. You can feel the bass shake you down to your bones and whoever’s sofa this is, it’s the lumpiest thing you’ve ever sat on and the moment you became aware of the lumps there was no use in trying to forget it.

You want to go home but you don’t want to ruin Remus’ night. As inconspicuous as you can, you send him a text.

Going outside to get some air, the smell of alcohol is too much.

Remus texts back, Don’t go out by yourself, I’ll meet you at the door in five minutes.

Maybe you should’ve been clearer, you’re not sure if you can hold out for five minutes.

“You look like someone just told you they imprisoned another orca.” Sirius creeps up on you, making you jump where you’re sitting.

“Sorry, the smell in here is horrid.” Sirius laughs, always having been a fan for your inability to lie. You don’t need to be sheepish around him, come to think of it, none of Remus’ friends mind some of your less than sociable traits.

“Did you phone, Moony? You know he’ll take you home if you aren’t having a good time.”

You shrug, “What if he’s having a good time?”

Sirius doesn’t want to be the one to tell you, because he’s sure you’re somewhat aware already; but Remus could never be having a good time if you weren’t. It’s like your emotions are linked and if you’re not enjoying yourself, Remus will simply rearrange the Earth, till you were.

Sirius is saved from having to give you the rundown, when Remus appears, sponging a kiss to your forehead.

For someone who’s been selling weed and smoking it for as long as he has been, Remus never really smells like that burnt, sweet smell his weed has. He smells like citrus fruit and clove. Spicy and tart.

It grounds you, gives you something else to focus on. Something that’s familiar, fresh and grounding. It settles the itch in your veins and allows you to relax a little.

“Ready to go?” When you look at him, Remus has your bag on his shoulder and your jacket in his hands.

“Home?” You ask, Sirius not even bothering to hide his smile as Remus nods.

“Yeah, figured it was getting a little much. We’ve been here longer than I thought we’d be too.”

It’s just like your boyfriend, to make it so that what you want, to go home, doesn’t seem like it’s being forced on him. In truth, Remus would like to leave too, and he wasn’t lying. He’d only planned for you both to be here an hour or two.

“Are you sure?”

Sirius pats your knee as he leaves, knowing you’re both going to be headed home.

“Positive, dovey. C’mon,” Remus leads you out of the house, watching your shoulders drop as soon as the crisp, cool air of a coming spring fills your lungs. “Put on the sweater, baby. Don’t want you to catch a cold.”

You smile a little to yourself as Remus helps you into the sweater. “Thanks Remmy.”

You’re thanking him for more than just the sweater, but Remus rolls his eyes. He tips your chin up, nose bumping your own before he kisses you.

“Let’s go precious girl, we might be able to stop at that pizza place you like if we hurry.”

[ivysangel]

NOTES: started writing this back in december and never finished it so you WILL feel like you're being edged. sawry...

Neither of you had said anything as you cleaned up his wounds, the hot food waiting on your kitchen counter for when you were done. Normally, you would finish up tending to his injuries and then send him to shower while you plated up the dinner he brought, a multitude of your favorite dishes that he'd remembered over time. Instead, when all of his wounds were bandaged up, and the smell of lo mein was invading your nostrils, the two of you stayed unmoving in silence. Him sitting on your countertop, and you standing in front of him, avoiding eye contact while holding bloody towels waiting to be thrown in the small hamper you keep for this exact purpose. His hand moves up to cup your cheek, and he lightly turns your head to face him. Your eyes meet his, and you see the silent apology in them, a plea for you not to be mad. You're not; you could never, so you send him a silent "it's okay." as best you can without words.

It all happens in slow motion. His other hand cupping the other side of your face, and the split second of eye contact you make before you're both leaning in and kissing each other with such a ferocity you'd never experienced before. His hands move backward slightly, now cradling the back of your neck while your hands toss the bloody towels to the side and find his chest. You press up against him as much as you can before he slides off the counter and hoists you up in his arms, turning around and placing you in the spot he previously sat. He pulls back from the kiss, and you chase his lips, missing the feeling of his mouth on yours. One of his hands tugs at the hem of your shirt, signaling for you to raise your arms, and he pulls it over your head, leaving your breasts exposed for him to admire. He sucks in a breath, eyeing you up and down like a hungry animal, before placing his hands on your shoulders and lightly pushing you down flat on the counter. You gasp at the coolness of the granite, and your back arches involuntarily. A groan comes out of Jason's mouth as he kisses up your legs, nibbling and biting and leaving marks in his wake. He makes his way to your upper thigh, nudging at the plush skin and placing wet, open-mouthed kisses anywhere he can reach. He's only a couple inches away from the place you really want him, the place he knows you want him to be. 

You hoist yourself up on your forearms to watch as his fingers hook under the waistband of your shorts, and he pulls them down, leaving you in just your panties. The pad of his thumb finds the growing wet patch between your legs, and he rubs gently. You moan at the friction, shifting slightly to allow him more access. "Tell me no," he mutters from between your legs, the first words uttered between the two of you since you gave into your carnal desires. You look down at him, your brows furrowing in confusion. "Tell me no right now if you don't want this," He looks up at you through hooded eyes, and in that moment, you realize he's giving you an out, one chance to stop him before the dam breaks and he lets it all go. "I want this." You say with more certainty than you've ever had before. And he gives you one more look, one last silent "are you sure?" but instead of stopping him, you lay flat on your back and lift your hips slightly, tugging down your underwear as far as you can before he meets you halfway, pulling them down over the rest of your legs and discarding them somewhere in the kitchen. 

His hands grip your thighs, pulling your legs further apart and exposing your slick heat to him. "Jesus Christ," he whispers, his finger gently rubbing your slit up and down as you moan at the contact. Your entire body is on fire, and the only thing on your mind is how badly you need him inside you. His fingers stop at your clit, rubbing small circles around the nub, and you let out a whimper; your hand finding the soft tufts of black hair on his head. "Jason, please," you roll your hips into his hand, craving the friction. "Don't be a tease," you say through broken gasps, feeling the familiar knot in your stomach start to tighten. He speeds up the movement of this thumb on your clit, and you feel something prod at your hole before you feel one of his fingers slip between your folds. You moan at the sensation as he moves it in and out a few times before adding a second one and curling upwards, and you accidentally tug at his hair. You hear him groan as he pulls away from your thigh, leaving a purple mark in his wake. 

sorry again, edge ya later! (plz don't hate me, eek!)

[inesbaby21]

fluffy kk headcanons maybe?

FLUFFY KK ARNOLD HEADCANONS -

You guys definitely spend holiday breaks together no doubt!

I can see kk being super duper clingy, but in a cute way.

For example like ALWAYS needing a hand on somewhere on you, like your waist, holding your hand etcs

KK most definitely follows the sidewalk rule (you’re always walking on the inside, and trying to switch with her is starting a whole 4 he debate!)

I for sure see KK not splitting the pole, and if you so happen to part ways to split the pole it’s like ww3 (you gotta go back, and rewalk the pole together on one side. no matter how late she’s making you.

I know KK love love loves you doing her hair, I can hear her begging you to do cute styles because “I’m a broke college student, and why would I pay when you could just do my hair baby 😞.” I can literally see the puppy eyes, her cheering when you finally fold and say yes.

I already know KK begs you to go live with her, and when you finally do the comments are full of fans telling you two to “tune down on the pda, and kk hands where we can see them.”

This is kinda (really) random but i definitely see KK and a students sports manager together, I could see Y/N being super shy and KK finally getting through to her!

I also definitely can see KK dating Geno’s daughter who’s like not interested in basketball but goes to Uconn for something like music,or dance! (I can write something about this if you guys want just let me know)

Back to the fluffy- but I know that kk is so whiny, like if you had to leave the state for comps/had to leave your dorm for an afternoon lecture shes getting all pouty and sad fs!

I could also see going to practice with KK, and the girls “flirting” with you. (kk gets super jealous, and is giving everyone mad side eye like!)

Okay guys, I know that was a little short but I have practice soon! Send me more request this was really fun to write!

[i-love-you-just-the-same]

kind of from an earlier thought, kind of not. simon beach confession anyone?

it's just a weekend off between the hussle and bussle of the military. however, the base you're stationed at is near the coast and you haven't been near the sea in a long time. you decide a quick beach day would be nice and ask if anyone else on the team would like to go with you. ghost, surprisingly, voices his agreement immediately. soap starts and stops with a yelp when ghost whacks his head. sends gaz and price both a specific look. so it ends up just being you and him.

you tell him some of your plans, saying it's okay if he wants to be separate for parts of it. gives you a grunt and doesn't let you leave his line of sight for anything that day.

when you both are ready to leave, you're surprised by how dressed down he is. black trunks and a short sleeve, tevas, a surgical mask, and dark sunglasses. nothing like his normal gear, but he's definitely got a gun or a knife somewhere on his person. you smile at him and he's grateful for the sunglasses.

holds you close to him in a friendly way when there's too many people (more than two) nearby. carries your things to the spot you've picked for the day and helps you put sunscreen on all the hard-to-reach spots. preens when you offer to get his neck. admires your body as you take off your cover-up. keeps his hands to himself, although it's hard.

lovely little birdie gets self-conscious though, and he can't have that. walks up behind you and puts a hand on your shoulder, dragging it to your fingertips. "dont worry, doll. you look so good i wan' take a bite out of ya." smiles at you cheekily as you shove him off with a groan. tilts his head when you tell him "he's not funny!" frowns at that. have to show you how pretty you are when you're more open and willing for him.

simon lets you drag him around all day. smiles so sweetly when you show him different shells. nearly jumps when you grab his hand when you jump up and down at the sight of a dolphin. watches you under the umbrella as you lay on your stomach, back, and side reading in the sun. helps you take some pictures for your friends and family, ruins a few by tickling you and being a smug bastard. makes sure you get a few nice ones with him, would be nice for the wedding slideshow.

at the end of the day, you're walking down the beach, pinkies latched. simon's glad you've gotten more relaxed and comfortable with his idle touches throughout the day. its been easier to claim you as his with all the wondering eyes of stupid boys you don't even seem to notice (good, he's here to protect you).

stops and stares at your mouth when you say you want a picture in the sunset. insists on getting at least one selfie. cant help himself as he grabs the camera and puts it on video before gently tilting his head down to yours. rests his nose on the side of yours, watches your face as your breath mingles together.

"pretty girl" he mutters "can i kiss those lips?" smiles as you nod. "need you to use your wor-"

simon's sentence is stopped when you press your lips to his.

you both laugh watching the video later, cuddled up together on his bed.

[iliketangerines]

Hello, could you write about mk1 Scorpion, Sub Zero, and Smoke going skinny dipping with their s/o?

a dip in the pool

a/n: i've never been skinny dipping, but i am always in the pool

pairing: bi han, kuai liang, tomas vrbada x gn!reader

warnings: none :)

Bi Han can’t keep his eyes off you, how your silk robe falls to the stone floor and how the water surrounds you and cups your body

he hugs you from behind, arms wrapping around your waist and lips pressed against your neck as he murmurs about how beautiful you look

you giggle at the feeling and say that he looks just as beautiful, and he just kisses the side of your neck under the pale light of the moon

it’s only you two at the hot springs, and he can feel your skin warming the longer you stay in the pool and the longer he kisses your neck

finally, you wriggle about in his grip until you face him, pressing a quick kiss to his lips and laying your head against his shoulder

he holds you in his arms, just listening to the waves lap at your skin, and you bury your hands in your hair and ask if everything was alright with him

Bi Han lets out a grunt and says that he’s find, but you pull back and quirk your eyebrows at him, imploring for a better answer than the lackluster one you gave him

he sighs and rests his forehead on yours, hands coming down to rest on your waist as yours rest on his shoulders, and Bi Han says that he feels unseen

you listen to him as he tells you all of his frustrations with Liu Kang holding back the Lin Kuei and how he felt so limited in what he could do

at the end of his rant, brows furrowed and mouth pulled into a frown, you pull away from his and rub your thumb in between his eyebrows, releasing the tension

then you hum and thank him for confiding in you, and he hums, closing his eyes and savoring in the intimacy of the act

Kuai Liang rests in the pool, sighing and pulling his hair loose from the tight bun it had been in all day, and you step into the pool next to him

you lean in close to him, sighing at the warmth of his body, and he pulls you closer so that your chest is flush with his

reaching your hands up, you rub at his scalp, and he groans at the feeling, closing his eyes as you massage him and release the tension from his head

it’s relaxing, and he lets you do your work as your fingers move from the top of his scalp methodically and slowly, making sure to rub every single spot

there’s a comfortable soft silence that envelops the both of you as you massage his scalp, and the strands of his hair catch onto the water and spill around his back and to the front

and then when you finish, you cuddle against his chest, arms wrapped around his neck, and he just holds onto your back for stability

neither of you say anything, not needing to in the moment, and Kuai Liang buries his nose in your hair, breathing in the scent of you and your shampoo

it always brings him back to the present, to you, to remind him that he has something worth fighting for and to come back to after long missions

he can feel your breathing slow and even out as you fall asleep in his arms, and Kuai Liang just smiles down at the sight of your relaxed face

always so stressed and running around doing something to take care of him, and it calms his heart to see you so relaxed in his arms

he kisses your forehead before lifting you into his arms and stepping out of the pool to dry the both of you off and tuck you into bed

Tomas watches as you let out a whoop and cannonball into the pool, sending waves of water splashing into his face and wetting his hair

he laughs at your antics, coming up to where you float and then grabbing onto your shoulders and pushing you under briefly

you bob back up to the surface and let out a faux gasp of surprise before you push down on his shoulders and send him under the water as well

he laughs under the water, bubbles floating up to the surface before he does as well, and he splashes you as he resurfaces

it starts a splash war between the two of you, determined to splash each other the most despite the fact that the both of you were fully soaked

finally, Tomas wins the war when he dives under the water and grabs onto your foot to drag you under the surface and into his arms

you smile at him underneath the water, your hair floating around you, and he can’t help it as he gives you a kiss

your arms wrap around him and bring him in closer as the two of you kiss, but it’s an awkward rumble and tumble as the both of you float back up and bump your foreheads against each other

the both of you take in deep gasps of air as your heads come up, and then the both of you laugh as Tomas brings you back into his arms and kisses you again

it’s wet and messy, but the neither of you mind when you finally pull away and rest your foreheads against each other

it’s all you do for the rest of the night, laugh with each other and sneaking in kisses, and it was really a moment of bliss

[thesassypadawan]

Closing Time (Leo x FemReader)

Summary: Who doesn’t love closing time? Especially when it’s with your very handsome, very sexy coworker.

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there sooo much of the smut. Closing time fun and… Leo’s big, fat dick.

Notes: I would love to hear what all you, lovelies, think! If you would like to see more of Leo! If so...I already have another idea in mind! ❤️

- Closing time, your absolute favorite part of your shift. Well, that and getting to work with him.

- You’d be lying if you said you aren’t attracted to him. Those sparking blue eyes, that brilliant smile, tight butt… It was easy to see why you drop a slice of pizza or spill a drink at least once a day…

- “Angel… Angel… Earth to, angel…”

- “Oh, Leo!” You squeak in surprise, broom clattering to the floor.

- Kicking yourself internally, you scramble to pick it up. Trying to act like you weren’t just totally spacing out, watching him prep the dough for tomorrow. Rolling, kneading it…fantasizing it was you instead. “Um, d-did you need something?”

- The sound of his gravelly voice comes floating from the back, a shiver running down your spine. “Yeah, if you’re done cleanin’ up front; I could use some help back here.”

- Popping up, you’re met by the sight of him standing there. Arms crossed over his chest, a mischievous look on his flour smeared face. “Made a real mess back here.”

- The heat instantly rushes to your cheeks and other places. “O-Okay, I’m com-”

- “Comin’?” He chuckles, eyebrows raised slightly. “Knew I’d get ya to.”

- Flashing you a grin, he returns to his work. Leaving your heart pounding, walls fluttering. Just like always, damn him.

- With a soft huff, you quickly scamper around the counter. Keeping yourself turned away him, you get to sweeping. Minding your own business, doing your best to not focus on the fact that you keep getting closer to him with each brush of the broom.

- Due to the cramped space, you two inevitably end up bumping into one another. Turning, you begin to frantically apologize… “Opps, sorry! I didn’t mean to-”

- …when suddenly he crowds you against the small island and captures your lips in a searing kiss. Nipping, slipping his tongue into your mouth. Hard cock pressing into your stomach. Dirty hands making their way down your sides, streaks of white left in their wake. As they come to settle on your hips; giving them a good, firm squeeze.

- Breaking apart, he mutters in your ear, “Been waitin’ to do that.” Before hoisting you up, sending anything and everything crashing to the floor.

- “And what else, huh?” You giggle, watching Leo fumble with his belt and zipper. While you eagerly shimmy out of your leggings and panties. Eyes growing a bit wide when you see what he’s been sporting this whole time.

- Slotting himself between your legs, he cages you in with his strong arms. Lips trailing over your neck, fat tip running through your wet folds. “I think ya know.”

- Your hands come to rest on the back of his head, knocking his baseball cap off. A needy mewl escaping you when you feel him line up with your entrance. “Don’t tease me.”

- Smirking, he snaps his hips forward. Stretching you out so deliciously, pounding into you wonderfully. Teeth biting at your sensitive skin. “Never tease…not with ya.”

- Speeding up, his thrusts grow stronger. Your body bouncing with every movement and all you can do is hold on. Fingers gripping his shoulders, pussy clinging to him. Panting and moaning like crazy.

- The noise of skin slapping together fills the air, his dick driving deeper. Hitting that lovely little spot inside you over and over. Pushing you swiftly and dangerously close to the edge, along with… “Fuck… Sweetheart… Fuck…”

- One last hard slam and he has you seeing stars. Whole body clamping down, a string of cries flying from your lips. As you gush all over his cock, while he paints your walls white. Some leaking out, mingling with the flour beneath you.

- Slowly coming back down, he presses his forehead to yours. Both wearing the same stupid smile, you can’t help but tease. “Wow, you really did make a mess back here.”

- “And I’m about to make it into a bigger one,” Leo growls. Mouths colliding, hips starting to slowly rock again.

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[ravstars]

HELLOO this is like the first time I'm requesting here... umm so an idea came up to my mind, it's about Wanderer's little story about sewing a doll. It's on his character menu. He basically learns how to and sews a doll, and then he starts bringing it everywhere he goes... but what if his S/O discovered about/saw that his boyfriend had actually something to be attached to? IDKK feel free to do the request only if u want, if you don't mind I'd prefer a male S/O... that's it!! Ty for reading and for ur attention!!

(I find that so cute help me, HE HAS A DOLLLLL so cutie)

MY DOLL ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა

⌇Wanderer/ Scaramouche x Reader.ᐟ

જ⁀➴Fluff: See above for request <3

a/n: I hope you like the way I wrote it, Anon! Thank you for the request, I hope you have a great rest of your day ^^. I‘m sorry that you had to wait a little. HAPPY PRIDE, LOVES <3

You knew of some parts of Wanderers extraordinary history, having become his friend after Lesser Lord Kusanali introduced you to him. He hated every second he spent with you, he‘d say, with his signature scoff and a roll of his eyes.

Truth is, he had grown fond of the idea of spending time with your reassuring and caring presence, even when he felt like he didn’t deserve it. Not that you needed to know when you could just understand from the way he pulled his hat down when you teased him on the way to the Akademiya or from the way he‘d tolerate your occasional energetic behavior even after he had a long day. Even in silence, there was a mutual understanding between him and you, no words needing to exchanged for you both to know how you were feeling.

He hated it — Feeling vulnerable to you. He couldn’t help but cave on some nights, though, looking up at the night sky and watching the stars with you when you couldn’t sleep. So, yes, you knew of his past, even if not completely and appreciated every part of his vulnerability and trust. He knew he could trust you, he didn’t know if he should, though.

—••••—

“Oh, come on, it wasn’t that bad.” Your laughter takes him out of his thoughts as you walk around Sumeru City, talking about whatever crossed your mind as Wanderer listened.

“I don’t need people to know about my personal affairs, much less if I’m involved with you.” He grumbled, clearly flustered about the encounter earlier at the Grand Bazaar. A merchant had inquired if you and the Wanderer were in a relationship, and even though true, your lovely boyfriend was too embarrassed to answer.

“So what, I am your lover, am I not?” He basically shuts down, turning beet red

“Shut it.” He pulls his hat down, speeding up to escape your teasing.

Suddenly, a rock gets in his way and he trips, sending him straight down on the sandy ground. His hat falls right off too, and he makes a startled sound. You’d think it’d cute if you weren’t just slightly worried but surprised too.

You kneel next to him.

“Wanderer?”

He has his guard up again and now both of your gazes land on what fell out of his hat.

“What is this?” You ask, snatching the object from the ground before he can, dusting it off.

It was a little and soft doll with white clothes and black hair, a waistband tied using a butterfly knot, and a clear, round tear at the corner of his eye. You pet the top of the dolls small head with your thumb before looking back at him. His brows are furrowed and he’s blushing profusely

“Give it back.” He says, but you just hold it. You knew Wanderer too well, you knew what he was thinking

“I’m not making fun of you, I like it. I love it, actually.” You slowly give it back, smiling gently.

“He’s my travel companion.” He puts it back, keeping it safe underneath his hat. You help adjust his hat and help him get up. You keep walking silently until he feels less embarrassed and finally talks.

“Thank you.” He says, mumbling quietly. You respond by humming, taking his hand in yours, which he then squeezes tightly. No one understood him like you, no one cherished him like you, no one loved him like you and no words could express your love for one another.

“Who does the doll represent?” You ask, curiosity overtaking you

“Someone from the past. It doesn’t matter, anyway.” He turns to you and , in rare occurrence, smiles at you, genuinely and sincerely.

“You’re the one that matters to me from now on. For forever.”

Forever — That sounds lovely, doesn’t it?

[maraudersmyloves]

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆｡ﾟ. ───

Pairing: James potter x reader

Warnings: old time cursing

Word count: couldn't really count it because of the news paper and letter but around 1k

Disclaimer 1: Everything on this Blog is fiction!!!

Disclaimer 2: There is important information inside of lady whistledowns paper and the letter, read it carefully

Sypnosis: Lord Potter is back from the country just in time for your introduction to the ton. What will happen when the two meet on the dance floor?

"New Beginnings". :☆｡ﾟ. ────

The soft rustle of sheet music being turned, followed by a gentle hum from Francesca's lips, draws your attention as you seek a reprieve from the overwhelming nerves coursing through you. Your entire being tingles, and you find yourself unable to cease the restless bouncing of your leg.

"The worst part is over," Francesca murmurs, prompting you to glance up at her. Thank heavens, for the silence had grown unbearably oppressive. You arch an eyebrow in inquiry, knowing well that she is not one for excessive speech. Ordinarily, you would accept her sparse words and form your own interpretations of their meaning, but the prospect of enduring another hour in silence threatens to drive you to madness. Your gown rests comfortably beneath your bust, and even the small, crown-like headpiece, far lighter than the feathered one you donned but two days past, elicits no complaint from you.

"We have presented ourselves to the Queen, which, naturally, entails presenting oneself to the ton," she elucidates. "Indeed," you murmur in agreement. She speaks truly, yet the daunting prospect looms: the coming year shall be filled with two balls or outings per week, coupled with promenading with potential suitors (should any materialize), leaving scant time for oneself. At the very least, Francesca's adept playing of the pianoforte captivates callers, ensuring her swift marriage. Alas, most men hold little fondness for well-read women, particularly those who engage in little else.

You have endeavored to embrace various pursuits, and while you do find solace in the creative expression sewing affords, the frustration mounts after but a few minutes of struggle, whereas books provide a true escape. You have long harbored a desire to engage in the gardening your father so cherished, yet the mere thought of touching dirt would likely bring untold shame upon your family, especially as an unmarried woman.

"I am simply fearful of..." You cannot bring yourself to complete the sentence and give voice to the dread of becoming a spinster, but judging by your sister’s expression, there is no need. She understands. You smile.

James steps into his residence, now bustling with servants arranging his belongings. He feels a chill, uncertain if it emanates from the brisk London air or from the house itself, which ceased to be a home long ago. Attempting to count the servants proves futile, their swift movements blurring into a cold shiver that travels up his spine. In the country, he had precisely two servants, Archie and Edith.

Archie, though sparing with words and often reminding James too much of someone he could not converse with (you, although he does not like to think anything makes him think of you.), did surprisingly, drew laughter from him on more than one occasion. Edith, on the other hand, was a ceaseless chatterbox, her conversations spanning birds, flowers, the sky, and the future. Over the years, he had the company of approximately three Misses, all amiable ladies, but between caring for his ailing mother and drafting letters to you that he never found the courage to send, his time was scarcely his own.

A maid approaches, presenting him with a letter. He skims it, feeling the contrast of the soft paper against his rough fingertips, and nods. A ball is to be hosted by some lady, showcasing the new debutantes as the ton engages in its usual gossip. He finds no need to attend.

He hands back the letter, but the maid hesitates to leave, nervously wringing the fabric of her dress. “Is there something else, Miss…?”

“Miss Schultz, Your Grace. No, I merely thought you might wish to know that Miss Bridgerton will be attending.”

James' heart skips a beat, and he must quell a surge of rage, replacing it with a veneer of calm to avoid snapping at Miss Schultz. “Francesca? How delightful. I shall send the Bridgertons my congratulations on her debut.” Noticing Miss Schultz's internal debate on whether to correct him, he decides to preempt her. He’s aware of your age and you mentioned your upcoming debut in the last rage-filled letter he received. He burned that letter. “I will retire to my study now. Thank you for informing me, Miss Schultz.”

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[hyuuukais]

heyllo :3

can i request reader x chan? reader is overwhelmed but keeps it in because that’s what they see chan doing a lot of the time. but eventually it builds to a breaking point where the stress causes them to completely shut down. chan doesn’t know exactly what’s wrong so it might be cute if he just sits on the floor in front of reader and plays clips from a song he’s working on and asks for their opinion (by basically talking out loud to himself) and then after reader calms down they are able to verbalize they just need a human weighted blanket and to be told they are doing amazing and their efforts are not going unnoticed.

im fine. 🥲

just hold me, tell me you love me

pairing : chan x reader

notes : me vs the long title. anyway thank uuu for being my first request! i hope this lives up to ur expectations and can provide u some comfort 🫶 sending u hugs and love 🫂💙 sorry it's taken a bit long to get back to! kind of was getting this feeling myself and have been unable to write, but i think i'm getting back

warnings : reader is overwhelmed, mentions of anxiety, fear of opening up to someone, reader is called pet names (love, baby), reader breaks down

wc : 1.4k

All week there's been a growing pressure in your chest threatening to spill all over the floor and leave you a mess, lying on the ground with nothing else to give. Give, you've given all you can, and now that you're home, you can't do it anymore. You seek peace in the quiet of your shared bedroom, your boyfriend still at work in his studio.

Your boyfriend, who works hard day and night. Your boyfriend, who's loving and caring and sweet. Your boyfriend, who you're scared to open up to when things get really hard, because he doesn't share with you either. Although the relationship isn't fresh, going on a year and a half, there are still things you don't talk about. You don't want to burden him with your struggles when you've always been able to power through by yourself.

Fisting the sheets under you, you can feel the need to cry in your body, the hollow feeling in your chest and the tightness in your throat, but nothing comes. It's like your body knows you're too tired for even that simple of an action, for even one tear to slip. So instead, you sit the the blanket over you, face peeking out to stare at the wall with tired eyes. You can't sleep. If you close your eyes, you know you won't drift off and wake up feeling better, you'll just lie there for hours.

"Baby?"

Something spikes in you when you hear Chans voice ring out through the apartment, curling into yourself more. He shouldn't be home this early and yet, here he is, calling your name and wondering where you are; you're never in bed this early. Chan continues to call out for you until you hear the bedroom door opening quietly.

"Love?" Chans footsteps get closer, and you can feel the edge of the bed dip with his weight as he sits down. "My love..."

His hand brushes over your shoulder, but you can't face him. When you bring the blanket over your head more, he seems to get the hint, shifting to lean against the headboard next to the statue that is your body, unmoving and heavy. You can feel him fiddling beside you, and soon, a soft melody fills your ears. It's enough to distract you temporarily from the raging storm in your head, focusing on the beats, and when Chans voice comes through, it's like you can feel a sense of comfort washing over you. Although it's not enough to completely take these feelings away, you're grateful for what he's doing.

"This song has been giving me trouble," Chan comments over the music, sighing heavily. "I can't figure out if I like the chorus or not, and it feels like it's missing something in general, but I don't know what. What do you think, baby?"

Unable to answer verbally, but still wanting him to know you're listening, you roll around so you're facing him. He chuckles as you bury your face under his thigh when you see he's sitting cross-legged, the pressure on your face oddly comforting. Chan places a hand on your back, his arm resting behind your head as he rubs small circles over your thick layer of blanket. Another song starts playing after a while, another soft one, too. You relax under his touch, feeling the vibrations through his body as he hums along to this one and makes occasional comments about changes he'd like to make.

Exhaustion hits you like a ton of bricks, your eyes fluttering shut as he keep playing different songs and telling you all about them. Both of you are aware that he shouldn't be playing so much unreleased music, but all Chan cares about in this moment is you, helping you, calming you, loving you. The company will never know anyway.

"Chan," You whisper, voice barely audible. His humming stops and he pauses the music, looking down at your limp form with furrowed brows. Moving your head slightly, you're able to look up at him on an angle, the cool air of the bedroom breaching your blanket cocoon.

"What is it, baby?" Chan moves some hair from your face, leaving this palm to rest on your cheek.

"Can you just-" You clear your throat, one hand coming up to play with the hem of his shorts at his knee to calm you more. "Just hold me, tell me you love me?"

Without words, he shifts down to your level and nods. Carefully, Chan guides you to face away from him and brings you close to his body, your back pressed tightly against his chest. His chin rests on your shoulder, now enveloped inside your blanket as he holds onto you tightly, scared that if he let's go, you'll fade away. The thought of you being in so much pain, whether physical or emotional, is something he can't bear; he can't sit on the sidelines and watch you wither away. Neither of you speak as you lie there for what feels like hours, although it must only be a few minutes. The feeling of Chan's breath on your neck is oddly comforting, your own hands finding his arm around your waist and holding onto him.

Something about the way Chan is holding you, comforting you without the pressure of being asked what's wrong, has you finally breaking down. It starts small, holding back a few tears, but a few escaping despite your efforts. Then Chan shifts closer, pressing soft lips on the skin behind your ear.

"I love you, you know that? So, so much," He whispers, inhaling the scent of your shampoo as he buries his face into your hair. "You're doing amazing, baby, and I mean that. I thought... I thought something might have been wrong, but I didn't know how to go about this. I'm sorry it got to this point, I should have asked. I want you to know you can always turn to me, okay?"

His words have the dam breaking and soon enough, the sobs ripping from your chest have you gasping and hiccupping like there's no tomorrow. You don't register the way Chan tries to soothe you as he pulls you around and into his chest. Subconsciously, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and roll his body onto yours, his head sitting in the crook of your neck. The weight feels nice, grounding, and you can finally hear Chan speaking again.

"Shhh, it's okay, you're okay." Chan whispers into the skin of your neck, one of his hands smoothing back your hair. "You're okay, I'm here, now breathe, alright? Breathe, baby."

He inhales deeply, and you do your best to mimic his movements. It's shaky, but you're doing it.

"Good job, you're doing great," Chan keeps his voice low as he speaks. "Keep breathing."

It gets to the point where you don't need to think about breathing anymore, your head throbbing slightly from the sudden outburst of emotion. Chan's body stays on yours, but he props himself up enough to look at you, his palm on your cheek and his thumb wiping away any remaining tears. You can barely look him in the eye.

All he does is stare at you with those pretty, dark eyes, but you realize there's a dampness under them matching yours. You open your mouth to question it, but he shakes his head, a soft smile on his face.

"I don't want you to be in pain alone ever again." His thumb continues to caress your cheek, even though the tears have dried. "I love you too much to let you go through that. Whatever's going on, tell me when you're ready, yeah? For now, just let me gush about my beautiful partner until they're feeling better."

You can't help the small laugh that escapes you as Chan surges up to pepper your face in kisses, saying praises in between each one. With every kiss, you can feel your face heating up until you try and cover it, but he just grabs your wrists and pulls your hands away. Eventually, he slows down, pressing one last kiss directly on your lips, and settles back onto you.

"Let's stay like this for a while," Chan suggests, knowing you need it, but so does he. "My favourite place is in your arms."

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[justleaveatnine]

rereading your casino!matty fic for the 10th time i so desperately need girlie to suck matty off under the table while he deals. tear him apart piece by piece until his demeanour falters god. i also imagine him wearing rings i need to kill myself actually dealer hands are so hot just the sharp movements and all god i need to be put down actually

well yes!

the carpet burns against your knees. you've never spent much time staring at it, but you regret not glancing down before in order to place something for you to kneel on.

you hear a round of laughter from the table, vibrations traveling through the bottom and brushing against where your arms touch the sides. you try to rub your thighs together to relieve the ache burning between them, but it's no use. the sounds of cards being dealt out and chips clinking together ring through the room as you hold back a whimper around matty's cock, tears forming at your eyeline.

thirty minutes prior, his hand had pressed firmly against your head, ushering you down under the table and on your knees to be eye-level with his clothed cock.

"matty, what's-"

"shh, love," he whispered, and the condescension laced in his tone sent your mind spinning.

"do you wanna be good for me?" he asked you, saccharine sweet and eyes dark. you nodded up at him, lightly shuffling your knees against the carpet.

"what did i tell you about using your words, princess?" he said sternly, hand coming down to grasp your chin between his pointer and thumb.

"i'm sorry, sir," you rushed out, desperate to please him. "i want to be good."

matty's thumb traveled upwards to find your plush bottom lip, and slowly pushed into your mouth. you sucked on it dutifully as you stared up at him, his eyes alight with desire and mouth parted ever so slightly. his grey-streaked curls stayed pushed back as he looked down at you, and you could see the tattoo that adorns his chest through the sheerness of his shirt. the look on his face sent you reeling, raw desire for him coursing through your veins.

"unbutton your top," he ordered you, sending heat rushing between your legs. you reached out slowly as his thumb still rested in your mouth and began to unbutton your uniform white blouse, exposing the lacy black bralette underneath. he eyed you unabashedly, drinking in the sight of your flushed chest still marked with hickeys from the night before.

he hummed in pleasure at your obedience before speaking once more, measured and lust-filled. "i've got a one hour booking. you're gonna stay down here like the good little pet you are and keep me warm. how does that sound, princess?"

you practically moaned at his words around his thumb that pushed further and further into your mouth. his grin grew wider as you made a muddled noise of pleasure and agreement and nodded around him. his other hand reached out to stroke your hair, and your mind grew fuzzy as you leant in towards his hand, the rings adorning his fingers cold against your face.

he took his hands away from you to unbuckle his pants before slowly pulling himself out with a groan, stroking lightly as he stared down at you knelt below him. you bit your lip lightly as he let out a shameless moan, and clenched your thighs in a futile search for solace.

matty reached down to grab your head once more. "take me in, love," he directed you as he pushed your head towards him. "that's it, good girl," he moaned out as you wrapped your mouth around him, squeezing your thumb between your fist and taking a deep breath in through your nose.

"and one more thing,” he says, the sternness in his voice still evident. “if you touch yourself even once, i'll make your ass so sore you won't be able to sit for a week. is that clear?"

"yes, sir," you attempt to choke out around him, and the patheticness of your attempt only delights him more.

now, your knees are burning as your resolve crumbles, mouth still wrapped dutifully around him. your jaw is aching, but your desperation to please and satisfy him would never let you come off, even for a moment. the ache between your thighs is overwhelming, and your core pitifully clenches around nothing.

"is there usually a bartender in here?" you hear one of players sat at the table ask, and you feel your heartbeat pounding faster in your neck.

"sometimes, yeah!" matty remarks far too casually and cheerfully. a tear drips down your cheek as you constrict around him, nose brushing against his pelvis. you feel his ring-covered hand reach down to weave into your hair. he pushes you down against him tightly, and you are thankful the constant roar of the casino floor outside the room drowns out your muffled cry. you begin to feel some of your wetness drip down your thigh, panties surely soaken through by now. you pray you don't leave a wet spot on the wretched carpet.

"she's just come down with a little bug, and had to take the shift off. think there's something going on with her throat."