#i'm gonna bite my leg off. i'm gonna walk into the ocean

[claire-starsword]

*punches wall* there's a Shining Wisdom novelization

[evie-sturns]

Intersection - Matt Sturniolo

summary: after not driving for a few months, you accidentally rear end matts car at an intersection.

contains: crying, swearing, comforting, angry!matt.

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i haven't drove in the past 6 months that i've been away in Florida, but now i'm back in Boston im slowly starting to get back into it.

8:37pm

i flick my left indicator, swinging round the corner as frank ocean blares through my small white car.

the road is slippery due to the weather recently, the small puddles on the concrete shining from the illuminating street lights above.

i hum to the song as i accelerate, pressing my foot harder on the small pedal as i keep a reasonable distance between the grey van in front.

i check my wing mirrors, there's no cars behind me so i speed up, closing the distance between me and the car ahead.

theres an upcoming intersection, the traffic light is green, i look down at my cupholder for a split second, my bottle of water splashing up out of the bottle with every rock i drive over, "shit.." i mutter, reaching a hand down and fiddling with the cap.

i gasp as i look up, the light is red and the car which is 3 feet in front of me has come to a complete halt.

my heart drops as my mind goes blank.

"oh my god." i shout as the front of my car smashes into this grey van.

i sit in silence for a few seconds, the van drives to the side of the empty road, i follow and park behind, my heart thumps as i drive in total shock,

i've never been in a car accident, not even close.

i instantly start to freak out, how could i not in this situation. i turn off my car, stepping out and wiping my face with my sleeve as i take in panicked breaths.

the door of the other car swings open, a man steps out, he's wearing cargo jeans, a grey crewneck and an assortment of jewellery.

i've definitely seen him on tiktok before..?

i walk over to him, "i'm so fucking sorry my insurance will pay for everything" i ramble, the brunette replies "i know."

his voice is stern, he's definitely mad. i bite my nails as my leg shakes on the spot.

"how the fuck do you not brake? you were a solid 5 meters behind me and yet your car rams the back of mine? are you fucking stupid?" the boy says, staring into my eyes.

"my water spilt and i thought the light was going to stay green, i'm so sorry." i say back, my voice shaking as i start to cry.

he stays silent for a few seconds, scanning my face which is now flushed everywhere with a couple of tears falling from my eyes.

"stop, just give me your insurance details and number" he sighs,

after giving him my number and insurance details i start again, "ill call you an uber, im really sorry." i say, pulling out my phone and attempting to turn it on, soon realising it ran out of battery an hour ago.

"dont worry about it, my cars driveable." he says, i nod. the whole front of my car is squashed, including the engine.

"you got a way home?" the boy asks,

"i mean uh- no but i can just walk." i say with a small sniff,

"come on, ill drive ya." the brunette says, taking my hand and walking me towards his van, the back of it has a medium sized indent, nothing too major though.

"you don't have to i swear its not a far walk" i protest, "i'm not gonna let you walk, honestly its okay." he says, climbing into the drivers side.

i get into the passengers side, he pulls out his phone "i'm gonna call someone to tow your car okay?" he says, his voice soft.

"yeah- okay." i reply.

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i've found out this boys name is matt, i knew it was something like that, we're now pulling into my street after apologising thousands of times. aside from the whole 'ramming his car' we clicked well together.

i point out my house, matt jumps out first to let me out of his van, "are you okay now?" he asks with a small laugh, "yeah- i think." i reply with a guilty expression plastered on my face.

"can i have a smile?" he asks, i force a pathetic smile and matt nods.

"ill text you tomorrow, we should see each other sometime?" he asks nervously,

did he just ask me out?

"yes! yeah i'd like that." i say,

matt leans down, giving me a hug,

"i'm sorry for making you cry."

"what? no! i'm sorry for rear-ending your car!" i reply, pulling away from the hug and giving him a warm smile.

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[l1tw1ck]

Bad Boy Ajax

FTM!Ajax x Top!Male Reader

Series: Higher Education | Kinktober

Contains: Non-Con, Teasing, Virginity Kink, Desk Sex, Degrading, Spanking, Non-Con Creampie

Words: 817 | Reader Discretion is Advised

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Ajax was your typical bad student. He shows up to class late, disrupts learning, picks fights, and just in general acts like an entitled asshole.

He even has the nerve to flirt with you. You were often the one watching him during detention, subjecting you to experience the brunt of his flirtatious antics.

"It's just you and me, teach." Ajax grins.

"As usual." You reply dryly.

"I noticed there aren't any cameras in here. No windows either. It's like a prison without surveillance."

"That's why I'm here. To be the warden."

"Can the warden grant me a get out of jail free card? In exchange for my body?" Ajax jokes.

You've had enough of his stupidity. "Come on up then."

Ajax looks at you in shock. "What?"

"Did you not hear me? Come." You snap your fingers.

He nervously walks up to your desk, standing in front of it with clear confusion painted on his face.

"Stay there." You order, walking behind him. You bend him over on the desk and move his hands behind his back, preventing him from getting up.

"Wait- I was joking!"

"So once someone reciprocates your flirting, you tuck your tail in between your legs and pretend it was a joke?"

"I'm sorry! Okay? I won't do it again just- just please don't touch me." Ajax squirms in your hold.

"You're tempting me."

"I'm a virgin, please!"

"You're making me even hornier." You smirk. "I eat virgins alive." You rub your bulge against his ass.

Ajax shivers. "Please, sir, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"I think a proper punishment is overdue." You pull his pants down, revealing his ocean themed boxers. "How cute."

"No! I'll stop being bad! I promise!"

"Your personality did quite the 180." You laugh. "I'm not going to stop, Ajax, you deserve this." You spank him.

Ajax gasps, giving up. "I'm sorry.."

"'I'm sorry' seems to come out of your mouth easily when you're in trouble." You grope his ass, admiring the softness. "I don't think I've ever heard you apologize, at least not genuinely."

Ajax sniffs, shivering and shaking in fear.

"Gods...I'm so tempted to fuck that little hole of yours." You move his legs apart, not missing the dark wet spot in his underwear. "Ah? Don't tell me you're turned on by this."

He whimpers, not responding.

Chuckling, you pull his underwear down and look at his dripping cunt, basically begging to be filled. "Mm, you must love the idea of getting your virginity taken by your teacher." You spank his sex, making Ajax mewl. You pull your pants off and let your hard cock free, you press it against his entrance before pushing your length in with no remorse.

Ajax screams, his eyes widening as you stretch his cunt and push in until your tip kisses his cervix, eliciting another scream but this time of both shock and pleasure.

"Shut up you dumb whore," You spank his ass. "Or do you want the janitor to see what a slut you are?"

He bites his lip, looking down and trying not to be loud.

"Me and him are friends, he might actually want to join in." You smirk, fucking into him slowly. "What do you think? Getting fucked in the throat while I destroy your tight little cunt?"

"No~! Please~! I'll be quiet!"

"Aw, you only want me fucking you? How cute." You pick up the pace, fucking him mercilessly and cruelly. "I took you for more of a whore, the type to participate in gangbangs."

"Nno~! Not a wh- whore~!"

"Yes you are, you're a whore and a cockslut." You spank him, his ass getting red. "Say it."

"Aah~!" He moans, squeezing your cock tightly. "M' a who- whore~ 'n a co- cockslut~! Fo- for y- you~ sir~!"

"Fuck. That's right, only for me." You growl, now planning on keeping Ajax as your little toy for the rest of the year.

"Gh- gonna come~!" He warns before reaching his peak, pussy fluttering around your length.

"You're gonna be a good boy from now on, right, Ajax?" You fuck him through his orgasm.

"Ye- yes! Gon- gonna be good~! Wh- whatev- uh~ you want~!" He nods rapidly.

"That's what I like to hear. All good boys deserve a reward, want my cum, baby?" You fuck him harder.

Ajax gasps. "Wa- wait~! Nn- no~! Don- don't wah~ wanna ge- get preg- pregnant~!" He kicks his legs around.

"You should take everything I give you, Ajax," You slam into his cervix, keeping still and coming inside him, your seed breaching the entrance of his womb. "Even if you don't want it."

His eyes roll to the back of his head, legs twitching as he processes what's just occurred.

"Don't expect any support if you get pregnant." You pull out slowly, your cum dribbling out from his pulsing cunt and onto the floor. "Maybe take the after pill."

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-Love, crackedpumpkin

“Where have you been?!”

“I was at SFIT.” You admit, tossing your bag on the neatly tidied bed. Your roommate, Sakura, snorts.

“What, the nerd school?” 

“Hey, they’re pretty chill,” You defend, throwing a quick frown over your shoulder. “Besides, one of them asked me to come in for an interview tomorrow at nine for a new job!” 

“New job?? Don’t tell me…Did you get fired for real this time?” Sakura sits up as her jaw drops, sliding off the beanbag next to you and landing on the floor. “What about rent?”

“Don’t worry, I got enough for this month and the next.” You assure her, pulling out the tips Noah generously gave you. 

“How’d you even go from being fired to having an interview at a cafe just from SFIT? Because if it’s for the cafe there, their coffee is barely adequate.” Sakura sticks her tongue out in disgust. 

“Some guy named Tadashi Hamada has an aunt. He even brought his little brother along — Hiro. He’s a prodigy, I think, but get this: he’s the same age as us!” Your lips tug up into a smile, recalling how he had geeked out about meeting Robert Callaghan earlier, protesting to Tadashi that he needed to enroll in SFIT.

“Oh no. I know that smile. Is he cute?” Sakura sits on the edge of your bed, and you scoff, pulling out some pastries from the cafe in your bag and handing it to her. She takes them with a happy hum. “He’s cute then?”

“He’s…alright, I guess. I don’t know, I’m not looking for anything right now,” You admit, sitting next to her with a weary sigh.

“Right,” She hums through a mouthful of Danish, “Your parents and all. But you know what they say: There’re lots of fish in the ocean, and maybe this ‘Hiro’ guy might end up as your new crush.” 

“Shut up,” You laugh, shoving her off your shoulder, which she leans on, “And don’t get crumbs on my bed.” 

“Yes, mom!” She calls out as she walks out of your room, shutting the door behind her. You shake your head with a chuckle, quickly getting ready for bed. You glance at the clock, excited about the interview, and doze off to sleep.

— — — — — 

“-terview? Y/n! You’re gonna be late!”

You blink your eyes, your vision blurry as you mumble an incoherent sentence. You place your pillow over your head, not ready to leave the comfort of your bed. Sakura sighs. Time for the extreme method.

The silence continues for the next few moments, and you sigh in relief, starting to fall back into your usual deep slumber.

Then the clanging starts.

“Wake up!! You’re gonna be late!!!! We’re going to starve if you don’t land that interview!” Sakura shouts, walking back into the bedroom with a pan in one hand and a wooden spoon in the other, banging them against each other like a gong.

You groan loudly, wriggling back down into your duvet to escape the loud disturbance that threatens to continue. But she moves even closer until it’s right next to you.

“I’m up, I’m up!” You finally protest with a loud grumble, sitting upright as messy strands of hair fall around your face. You muster all the strength you have in you to shoot her a glare, and she shrugs, dropping the pan and wooden spoon onto your bed and leaving.

Sometimes you wondered if you had made a horrible decision in choosing her as your roommate.

You reluctantly leave the warmth of your safe haven, the chilly air of SanFransokyo’s seven a.m. weather greeting your bare legs. You shiver, quickly grabbing a change of clothes and getting ready.

“If you don’t get that job, I’ll laugh at you!” As you prepare to leave, Sakura shouts from the kitchen, and you roll your eyes in mild amusement. You’re biting down on a piece of bread in your mouth, keeping it from falling to the ground as you wear your shoes.

You shut the door, munching on the bread, sling your bag across your shoulders, and letting it rest on your hip. The journey to the cafe is peaceful, your earbuds blasting some hype music to get your mood up before you meet the cafe owner.

You reach minutes before nine, almost getting lost from the confusing directions a quick internet search provided. You reach out for the cafe’s door with a hesitant hand, heart thrumming in your chest as you take a deep breath.

You swing the door open, heading inside. As you walk in, the pleasant scent of freshly baked muffins and ground coffee greets you. You inhale deeply, a warm smile on your lips as you breathe it in.

“Hello, I’m looking for Tadashi Hamada’s aunt?” You ask the woman behind the counter. She’s wearing an apron, so you figure she must be working here.

“Oh! You must be Y/n. I’m Cass, but you can call me Aunt Cass.” She greets you warmly, stepping out from behind the counter. Her eyes shine with a welcoming gleam, and you immediately feel at ease around her. 

You find yourself smiling back, following her to an empty table where she sits. You sit opposite her and place your bag on your lap.

“Hi, Aunt Cass. Tadashi actually offered me an interview with you to work here. I’m interested in working as a barista and have some experience from my previous job.” You explain, and she nods.

“Tadashi showed me a few pictures of your coffee, and the latte art looks amazing! Tell you what, how about we do a quick test run?” You follow her behind the counter, the familiar sight of the espresso machine making your shoulders relax.

If the space behind the counter were a castle, you’d be its lord.

You crack your knuckles, stretching your arms above your head with a confident grin. “What would you like to drink?” You ask, turning to look at Aunt Cass, who’s surprised by your sudden confidence.

Her stunned expression melts into an easy grin, hand propped on her hip as she thinks of a beverage. “A flat white.”

You nod, grabbing a mug and a metal jug for the milk. You ready the ground coffee, using a wire whisk to stir through the tiny grains before tempering it with just the right amount of force. You slot it into the espresso machine, starting it with a happy hum.

Grabbing some full-fat milk, you pour it into the metal jug and place it under the steamer. The milk begins to froth with a loud hiss, and you hold it for a few moments until the texture is just right. 

Grabbing the mug with the fully extracted espresso from the ground coffee, you position your hand above it and tilt the cup. Then, you start to pour the milk in slow circles, letting it fill the mug until it’s almost at the brim before beginning to move your wrist and creating an intricate heart with the foam.

You’re so at ease, moving to place the mug in front of Aunt Cass with a relaxed smile. “Flat White for Aunt Cass?”

She picks it up with a chuckle, tucking her auburn hair behind her ear before taking a sip. Your confidence slowly morphs into nervousness, fidgeting with your hands and glancing at the espresso machine unsurely. 

Was it bad? Did you put in too much milk? Was it too cold?

“It’s good!” Your tense shoulders relax, and the tightness in your chest releases with a snap, looking up with a hopeful gaze.

“I guess it’s fortunate that you walked in. I was getting a little overworked myself,” She chuckles, holding her hand to shake yours, “Welcome to the Lucky Cat Cafe. Are you alright with starting today?” 

You grin, holding her hand and giving it a firm shake. “Is there a uniform?”

She briefs you on the shift timings and pay and invites you for dinner, which you eagerly accept. 

“Great! Tonight’s dinner is hot, spicy wings that’ll melt your face right off!” She laughs with a goofy smile, and you giggle at her bright smile. “You’ve met the boys, right?” 

You nod, recalling the events of last night with a grin. “They can be such troublemakers sometimes, so if they cause any trouble for you, you be sure to let me know, okay?”

“I will,” You reassure her, and you see her visibly relax, smiling at you fondly. She places a hand on your hair, gently rubbing it before heading upstairs for your apron. You wait patiently, hearing the thud of multiple footsteps running down the stairs.

You stand up, about to greet Cass once more, when you come face to face with the two Hamada brothers. Hiro’s baffled, looking at you with a confused gaze while Tadashi grins. “Hey, kiddo, how’d the interview go?” 

“It went great. Thanks for giving me this chance Tadashi,” You smile gratefully.

“Wait, interview? You work here now?” Hiro speaks up, and your nod makes him scoff. “Sure, like a fourteen-year-old knows how to work the huge espresso machine.”

You frown, and Tadashi gives him a noogie, sending you an apologetic glance. “What’s so unbelievable about me knowing how to make good coffee?” You fold your arms, practically challenging him with a glare.

Hiro shrugs, ignoring the way Tadashi glances between the both of you with a wince. “Oh yeah? Make me some then.” He gestures to the counter, and you walk behind it with a huff, throwing your hair up in a quick ponytail before starting on one of the best drinks you’ve ever made. 

Hiro eyes your furrowed brows and walks over, leaning on the counter. “How’d you even get fired anyway?” He asks curiously. You pause, giving him a quick glance before deciding to humour his question.

“I threw coffee at someone.” Your answer simply, and he chokes. 

“You what??” He splutters, Tadashi having gone back upstairs to grab something else.

You shrug. “She threw it at me first.”

“Dang.” He’s speechless for a moment, but another question occurs to him. “Wait, then why were you at SFIT anyway?”

“Fred brought me there. He stops by my old workplace to buy a cup of coffee every now and then. He’s the one that introduced me to everyone and asked Tadashi to let me have an interview here.” You explain with a fond smile.

“Cool, but it still doesn’t explain why you don’t go to school. I mean, I graduated early, but you? You should be in class or something.” 

You’re steaming the milk, and you’re lucky he doesn’t see your eyes roll at his subtle brag. “Well, unfortunately, because I’m not a prodigy, I didn’t graduate early. But it’s the holidays right now, so I’m trying to find work to keep my rent afloat and support my journalism.”

“Journalism?” He questions. You nod. 

“Yeah, I’m in a journalism club for my school, but a lot of work we do isn’t exactly…supported by the school. Plus, I have to pay the electrical bills for all my research.”

“Have I read any articles of yours then?”

You pause briefly, thinking hard, before you shrug nonchalantly, “I doubt it. The school paper is usually just circulated in the school, not outside.”

“So, you’re not a real journalist then.”

“And you’re not a real scientist.” You shoot back without thinking. 

“I am!” Hiro protests, and you’re ready to groan at how you once again spoke without thinking.

“Look, kid-”

“We’re the same age.”

“Just because I didn’t graduate early or whatever doesn’t mean you can comment on my hobbies and life. Besides, we barely know each other.” You turn back to the mug before you, picking it up and doing some sloppy latte art before placing it in front of Hiro.

He stares down at the deformed cat you drew for him.

“That’s you,” You add an unnecessary explanation, incredibly amused by how his eyes widen indignantly. But he glances back up at you with an aloof gaze, picking it up.

Hiro sips the hot coffee, eyes widening slightly when he registers how good it tastes. “So? How is it?” You ask with your arms crossed as you lean against the counter smugly. He coughs, wiping his lips with the sleeve of his hoodie.

“It’s acceptable, I guess,” He hums with a smirk, taking another tiny sip. You roll your eyes playfully, already starting on another order. 

“Sure, Hamada. Enjoy your coffee.”

“Yeah, yeah” He walks off to the stairs that lead to the living area above, and you watch his back gradually disappear from your sight with a laugh and a shake of your head. You’re startled, however, when you hear an intrigued hum from beside you. You flinch, doing a double take, when you notice the tall male beside you with wide eyes.

When did he get here??

Tadashi watches you with a knowing smile, and you clear your throat, looking back down at the coffee in your hands and continuing to work. However, he doesn’t say a word, continuing to watch you with that smile that's slowly becoming irritating. You try to shake it off, but it’s as if a heavy weight settles on your shoulders.

“Can I help you with something?” You plaster a fake smile onto your lips, setting down the small metal jug to heat up milk for a latte.

He hums. “Nothing,” And walks off right after.

Your jaw drops, bewildered by his response. 

Boys are weird.

You try to brush it off, focusing on the orders that are steadily beginning to pile up. You make each one quickly, ensuring the quality doesn’t suffer as Aunt Cass focuses on clearing tables and the cash register.

The day goes by in a flash, and you’re already mopping the floors when the last customer leaves, the door closing with a quick chime. 

“Great work today!” Aunt Cass beams, handing you a glass of water which you accept thankfully. You gulp it down, the cool liquid incredibly refreshing after the dinner rush from earlier. 

You had eaten lunch earlier with Tadashi, the younger Hamada nowhere to be found. (And thank goodness for that.) Tadashi had mentioned that he was preparing for an exhibition to enter SFIT, and you chose not to pursue that topic. Instead, you had asked him about Baymax, and he answered all your questions effortlessly, lighting up as you asked more in-depth questions.

“Let’s head upstairs for dinner. It’ll be ready in a jiffy, so you can make yourself at home first.” Aunt Cass says warmly, leading you up the stairs and instructing you to take off your shoes before stepping onto the welcome mat. 

You place your shoes to the side, toes wiggling in your socks before you also take them off. She hands you a pair of house slippers that you accept gratefully, slipping them on and stepping into the living room. 

It’s relatively large and comfortable enough for a family of three. You sit on the couch, and Aunt Cass turns on the television, handing you the remote and telling you to pick whatever channel you want. 

“Hey, kiddo,” Tadashi greets you, sitting down. The couch sinks slightly from the sudden added weight, and you lean back with an easygoing grin. 

“Hey. Where’s the prodigy?” You ask.

“He’s still stuck upstairs, thinking of what to make.” He hums. “Sorry about him earlier, though. He’s usually not this much of a jerk unless he feels comfortable around someone.”

“That’s okay. I don’t think before speaking either, so I might be a little…mean? In my response.” Tadashi chuckles at your confession, grinning widely. 

“Don’t worry about it. He needs to be put down a peg or two sometimes.” 

“Y/n! Tadashi! Hiro! Dinner’s ready!” Aunt Cass calls from the kitchen.

“Coming!” You hear Hiro faintly shout back from upstairs before you hear a thud. Your brows crease, shooting a worried glance at Tadashi, who just shrugs.

You glance at the doorway, almost laughing, when a grumpy Hiro walks in with a hand massaging the side of his head.

“You again? What’re you doing here??” He points an accusatory finger at you, and you ignore him, choosing to sit down and thank Aunt Cass for dinner. He grumbles something as he sits down.

"Fake journalist," Hiro coughs under his breath, yelping when Tadashi not-so-subtly kicks his leg under the table. 

He shoots a glare at his brother. Aunt Cass is about to scold her nephew, but you interrupt her with another cough. 

"Fake scientist," You cough out with a smirk, Aunt Cass stunned by your sudden comeback. 

Hiro sits back in his seat, his brow raised. "Touche."

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[lala1267]

His girl (Part 2)

Summary: you and Elvis had arrived in Memphis, you had to get used to the paparazzi but you weren't used to this side of Elvis.

Warnings: smoking, controlling/yandere Elvis, domestic violence, mention of Elvis's prescribed drugs.

Me and Elvis were in his pink Cadillac on the way to Memphis. I was excited to get away from the farm and explore the city. But I was also anxious and worried, I was in a car with a man 12 years older than me that I had just met. The things my momma would do if she was still alive. I knew deep down that this was probably a bad idea but my love for the man didguised it. We were on the motor way, I opened my window letting the cool air rush through my golden hair. My blue eyes sparkling in the yellow sun, my freckles placed perfectly on my face. Elvis had his cigar in between his pink soft lips, his jawline was sharp, his hair was jet-black and messy. It was like looking at a Greek God. The song 'California Dreamin' played whilst we sped along the road.

The car slowed down until it came to a complete stop at a large, luxurious house. I was in awe. Paparazzi surrounded the gates whilst a group of men waited at the door for us. Elvis rushed to open his door before opening mine. He hurriedly picked me up and covered my face from the blinding lights. My arms and legs wrapped around his tall figure. I had never experienced this sort of atmosphere, I had never saw this many people in the same place. Elvis whispered to me,

"It's ok honey, just imagine that they aren't there." His voice was deep and relaxing, he rushed inside the grand doors, the shouting and flashes seemed to fade away once we were inside. He dropped me onto a soft couch inside his lavish living room. I saw a group of men walking towards me. I was scared, who are these people?, what are they gonna do? They walked up towards me.

"Hey there I'm Jerry and this is the Memphis Mafia." One man said cheerfully. I anxiously nodded as I scanned the room for Elvis who was no where to be seen.

"Where is Elvis" I said desperately.

"Oh he's making ya some food."

"Oh ok." The group of men walked off upstairs. I was left alone in a man's living room that I had only recently met. I examined the room, it was amazing, the room itself was bigger than my whole house back at the farm. I was pulled out of my thoughts when Elvis sat down next to me with a pb&j sandwich in hand.

"I got ya something." Elvis said with a smile plastered on his face. He lifted the sandwich up to my red lips, urging me to take a bite. I bit into the delicious sandwich before a grin appeared on my face.

"Elvis that's so yummy!" I exclaimed happily. Elvis's face lit up with joy, he loved seeing me happy and smiling, he loved seeing me in general.

It was now the evening, I was sat In Elvis's lap on the couch whilst he was watching TV. His large fingers played with my gold hair, my head rested on his warm chest. I was slowly dozing off, Elvis was quick to notice. He stood up with me wrapped in his large arms.

"I think it's bedtime honey." Elvis said with a chuckle.

He took me up to his grand room, it was amazing, it was lavish and neat. He sat me on the edge of his large bed before speaking.

"You gotta change into some pidgamas darlin." I nodded in agreement as he walked towards his cupboard, he pulled out a short pink nightdress, he walked over to me. He pulled my dress off me, revealing my naked body, he smiled as he put the dress on my small figure. I looked into his deep ocean eyes. I was lost in them. Once he had finished dressing me he picked me up and placed me in his bed. He tucked me in so that I was secure and comfy. He took his shirt and trousers off, leaving only his boxers, I was in awe just looking at his goddly figure. He climbed into the bed so that he was laying next to me. He wrapped his arms around me, I felt a sense of comfort rise inside of me. I drifted off into the best sleep that I have had for a while.

The next morning I was woken up to Elvis kissing my chubby cheeks. His lips felt like cotton.

"Wakey, wakey, honey" he sang in a sweet tone.

"Good morning" i said whilst stretching.

"I made ya breakfast downstairs." I smiled as I looked at Elvis before stepping out of the bed. I walked downstairs to be greeted with the Memphis Mafia at the dining table, they were already finishing their food. Me and Elvis took a seat. I quickly ate my cereal.

Once I had finished my food I got up to put my bowl in the sink, I was still wearing the short night dress, as I got up I felt all eyes on me. I felt like I was being watched like a hawk. I turned around to see the Memphis Mafia and Elvis eying me down. I walked over to Elvis who was still eating,

"Elvis can i go watch some TV?" I asked quietly as I tried to not attract attention.

"Of course darlin."

I walked into the living room and sat myself down on the soft couch. I turned the TV on.

It had been an hour since I turned the TV on, I was watching my favourite show. I heard footsteps get closer to me until a large hand ran through my long blonde hair. I looked up to be met with Elvis who had a smirk on his face.

"Do ya wanna go out tonight, to a club or something?" He asked as he got lost in my eyes.

"Of course!" I said cheerfully. I quickly ran upstairs to get ready. I was now in Elvis's room rummaging through all of the female clothes he had, I was confused as to why he even owned female clothes but he was a famous singer so I figured that he would have girls over quite alot. I picked out a light blue, short, flowy dress that had small rignstones along the straps. I had also picked out a pair of white heels, and white thigh high stockings. I was dressed like a child, I was 15 after all but I had hit puberty, I was starting to get curvy, I had bigger boobs, and I was getting taller. I was a beautiful girl, long legs, thin waist, perfect boobs. I was all dressed up and ready to go.

Once we had arrived, there was already paparazzi and a huge crowd outside of the front door, Elvis quickly pushed through them whilst holding me tight. As we stepped in all eyes were on me and Elvis, but mostly on me wich was odd. The men whistled and the women whispered, the boys, the girls, they all liked me, I was beautiful and young after all. Elvis took me to sit down opposite him on a table next to the bar. We chatted for a while.

"Can I go dance?" I asked desperately.

"Sure sweetie." Elvis replied with a smile.

I got up and walked to the dance floor, I felt everyone stare at me, but I wasn't bothered. I swayed my hips and whipped my hair, whistles came from all directions, the men tried to get a peak under my short dress. Elvis was distracted in a conversation. I felt large hands on my waist slowly tracing up my body. I was quick to turn around, it was a tall blonde man that looked glamorous. He flashed his white smile that almost blinded me.

"Hiya love, I'm Tommy, what's your name lil girl?" He said in his deep tone.

"Oh my names Mina." I said in a flirty tone, I batted my eyelashes and gave him butterflies. He was busy looking at my boobs that were glistening from my sweat. I made flirtatious jokes and comments, I had the upper hand here. That was until he tilted my chin up with his index finger, he looked into my deep eyes, he planted a kiss on my red lipstick-covered lips, it felt amazing. Before I got a chance to open my eyes I felt a large hand grab my upper arm, I almost fell onto the floor due to the force. I looked up to see that Elvis was the one grabbing me. He dragged me out of the club and into the alley way at the back. His strong grip caused me to yelp, his nails digged into my skin.

"Elvis your hurting me!" I yelled. I watched his face fill with rage before he tightened his grip and said,

"Don't you dare shout at me after making me look like a fool in there!" He was a strong man and he was using his strength on me, a small, inoccent 15 year old girl. He was hurting me so I had to do something, I kicked and screamed and punched until I felt Elvis push me onto the damp brick wall that was behind me. My body went numb, I fell to the floor as tears rushed from my eyes to the floor.

Elvis was now standing over my weak body that was on the cold wet floor.

"Why would you do this, I hate you!" I yelled. This only feuled Elvis with more rage. He grabbed me and pulled me up so that I was standing infront of him, I leaned against the wall for support.

"You made me look stupid in there!"

"What do you mean!?"

"You know what I fucking mean, you were basically eye-fucking some random guy!"

"W-what, what is eye fu-"

"You are my girl, not anyone else's, you got that!"

"Elvis I only just met you, I can't be your girlfriend, I just can-"

"Don't fucking test me lil girl." He said in a deep raspy voice. This sent shivers down my spine, I was stronger than all my men except for Elvis, he was both physically and mentally strong. I was scared of him, he was scaring me. His hands were now gripping my small face harshly. Tears ran down my face as I looked into Elvis's dark eyes, he was feuled with anger, I didn't like this side of him, he was a violent man.

"Ok Elvis, I am your girl, j-just stop hurting me, please." I said in a weak voice. Elvis's face was now plastered with an evil smile, he cupped my face softly before leading me to his car and taking me home.

It was the next morning, I didn't even remember what happened after I got into Elvis's car, my memory was blank. My head was dizzy and I had red marks on my arms. I felt nauseous. I saw a packet of pills on the bedside table, I must have taken some or something since I was feeling so bad. I got up to see Elvis who was downstairs, I stumbled down the stairs, I almost tripped over my own feet. I reached the living room where I was met with Elvis, he was all dressed up and had a ring in his hand, he was smoking his cigar, packets of his prescribed drugs sat next to him on the table. I looked to him, all I could see was the rage in him behind all of his fake personality that he shows the world.

"Well hello baby, I have a surprise for you." He said whilst he held out a diamond ring to me. I knew he was a different man when angry but I still loved him, I thought to myself that it was just a one off incident and would never happen again, or would it.

[blondie20000]

Everywhere - David Rice x Reader

David has taken you everywhere.

Italy, France, London you and David have travelled the world. He loved to spoil you. He would take you to the most fanciest restaurants, buy you the most expensive gifts and he would pick five star rated hotels where you and him would go and fuck passionately all through the night.

You would ask him about money but he would respond with a smirk and pat his bag where he stored his cash. Cash he stole from the banks. You always expressed your concerns about the stolen cash but he would kiss you and assure you that everything is going to be okay and they were not going to get caught. He then joked if he was caught he would escape anyway nothing can keep him locked up forever. Despite the worries you trusted him you felt safe around him you knew he wouldn't let anything bad happen to you.

One day he took you to Haiti. After booking into a villa the couple made their way down to the beach.

The view is breathtaking.

You smiled as you removed your flip flops and let your feet sink into the golden sand. David grabs a surf board and offers you to join him but you decline because all you wanted to do is relax under the sun.

After David went out into the ocean you slip on your sunglasses and lie down on the towel. You sigh and tilt your head back letting the sun shine down on your face. You laid there for a while and let your mind drift off. You let yourself go in a relaxed, mediated state.

The call of your name brought you out of your trance. You sit up and push your sunglasses on to your head.

Suddenly your eyes widen when you see him coming towards you.

David walked towards you with the surf board under his arm. He glowed under the sun. His smile is full of warmth and his sky blue eyes sparkled. Water rolls down his muscular, toned body towards his shorts.

Shorts you wanted to rip off him right here right now because God David Rice looked absolutely gorgeous.

Fuck!

You quickly cross your legs not wanting people to notice your sudden desire for him.

David runs his fingers through his wet strands as he sits next you.

"What a wave." He chuckled as he grabs the towel and dries his hair. "That was a big one."

You managed to put on a smile.

"You look like you had fun."

His lips tug upwards when he notices the pink creeping up your cheeks.

"You should have joined me." He says.

"Na." You shake your head. "I'm not into surfing."

He shrugs.

"Your loss."

He puts the towel next to him and leans back on his elbows. He then brushes his hand against your thigh. You look up sharply at him. He pretends to act dumb.

"Something wrong?"

Another brush against your thigh. You glare at him.

"Is the sand bothering you?" He asked with an innocent expression.

You saw through the act he was putting on you can see the mischief in his eyes. He can sense your desire for him and he is winding you up because of it he wanted to see how quickly you will give into him.

As much as you didn't want to admit it he is doing a pretty good job so far.

David gets closer to you. His leg hooks over yours. His body is pressed against yours. His face is inches away from yours. He then leans forward and kisses you on the lips.

"David." You scolded at him. "This is a public place."

"What?" That innocent expression is back on his face. "Am I not allowed to kiss my girlfriend?"

His hand lands on your stomach. You then tensed up as his hand moves under your shorts.

"David." You whispered.

He places a magazine between them both.

"Nobody is gonna know." He leans his head on your shoulder. "They will think we are reading..." He narrows his eyes. "How to make the Kalalou the haitian gumbo." He smiles. "We are just getting into the Haitian culture. Right Y/N?"

You gasp as he sticks his finger inside you. Your legs tighten as he sticks another finger inside you.

"Hmm." He buried his head into your neck. "This is a good read makes me wanna do some cooking right now." You bite your lip as he picks up the pace. "I can't wait to taste it." He whispered into your ear.

Fuck...FUCK!

You grit your teeth to stop yourself from screaming.

He continued to fuck you with his fingers. He smirks as your face now turns red. He can see you are frustrated and you are struggling to stay quiet. Your reaction encouraged him to carry on. He kept going until you spilled yourself all over his fingers. You bit down hard on your lip as you cum on to him. You groan as your panties turn soaking wet.

"Damm it." You cursed under your breath.

He laughs and removes his fingers from you. He raises his hand to his mouth and smirks.

"Bon Appétit."

He licks his fingers clean. As he licked them his eyes locked on to yours. His tongue sucks up every last ounce of you. He then licks his lips in a seductive manner. You felt the burning heat of desire returning between your legs again.

"Salty...but sweet." He nodded with a grin.

"I need to go and change." You said as you stand up.

"But wait." He raises his eyebrow. "What about dessert?"

He gives you a knowing look. Your eyes trail down his body again. You then look back up at his face. He wanted you and you wanted him. You couldn't resist him anymore so you decided to give into your desires.

"Let's go."

He grins and stands up. He takes your hand and leads you behind the trees. In one swift movement you suddenly found yourself falling through the sand on to the bed. You gasp as your back hits the mattress.

He appears on top of you and gives you a smirk. You shake your head. Although you have teleported many times the experience of it all still surprised you.

"You okay?" He asked.

You nod and smile at him.

"Saves getting the keys out right?" He smirked as he started to remove your shorts followed by your panties.

You remove your bikini top and you toss it on to the floor. He pushes his shorts down followed by his boxers. He then climbs on to the bed.

"So beautiful." He mumbled as his lips lock on to yours.

He started of soft and tender but then it became more passionate and eager.

You respond and push your tongue inside his mouth. He moans as his tongue rolls alongside yours.

David eventually pulls away and goes to your neck. He leaves a trail of kisses along your collarbone and bites down on your nipple. You moan. David moves to the other breast and sucks hard on your nipple. You cursed as he sucked and teased you.

His tongue goes down your stomach towards your legs. You moaned his name as his wet tongue made contact with your hot sweaty skin. When he reached your cunt he latched on to the folds and sucked hard at it. He then pushes his tongue in and hungrily licks you up and down.

"FUCK! DAVID...FUCK!"

You push yourself against his face as he continued to lick you down there.

After a few more strokes David removes his tongue and smirks at your flustered face.

"So nice and wet baby." He rubs your clit up and down with his thumb. "All for me." He then goes up and positions himself between your legs. His eyes then widen. "Almost forgot."

Within a second David teleports to his bag and grabs a packet of condoms out. You blink and David is back in front of you again. He rips open the package and gets the condom out. After he puts the condom on he returns to his position between your legs.

"All good?" He asked.

You nod.

Suddenly a gasp escapes your lips as he comes inside you. You arched your back as he started to thrust you.

"God AH!" You cried out loud.

Each thrust started to send you over the edge. You grip on to your boyfriend's hair and tug at it hard. David responded with a growl.

"Damm Y/N."

He then increased the pace. Your other hand goes to his back. Your nails dig into his skin. He gasped with pain and pleasure. His reaction made you weak to your knees.

As he continued to rock you, you started to feel that familiar heat down there becoming more intense and the need to release started to consume you.

You hold on to your boyfriend tight and you buried your head against his chest. You suddenly cried out as you again spill yourself all over him. Seeing you fall apart made him let go. He let out another growl as he let's it all out.

You loosen your grip and drop your head back on to the pillows. David stands up and goes to the bathroom.

You sigh and stare at the ceiling. You blink a few times to clear your vision. You then felt the mattress shift as David joins you on the bed again. He kisses your cheek and wraps his arms around you. You lean on his chest and smile at him.

"Never gets old."

He nods.

"Yeah." He runs his fingers through your hair and smiles. A few moments later David sits up. "I'm gonna take a shower." He raises an amused brow. "Care to join me?"

You smirk at him.

"I think you know the answer."

He grins and pulls you in. Within a second you are against the tile wall. David slides the door shut and switches the shower on. Your lips then return to his. You kiss each other as the water beats down on your shoulders.

"Damm I fucking love you Y/N!" David mumbled into the kiss.

You grin into the kiss.

"And I love you too David. "

The End

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Xen managed to finish the rest of his shift, his leg burning when he had to move some rubble out of the way for some citizens trying to move their vehicles inside. Sure it hurt and burned and he wanted to throw himself into the ocean, but he couldn't, he still had a job to do, and people who relied on him.

He barely made it back to his apartment. Which looked almost void of anyone living there because he was rarely home. He did perk up a little more when a good smell hit his nose. "Who's home?" he called out warily. He pulled his mask off and hung it on its hook, no matter who it was knew his face anyways, and started walking down the hall.

"Just us." Dennis called. "Nicky and Luca figured you'd need some help during the storm so we all came to help make sure our Firestarter was gonna be okay." They poked their head out of the kitchen doorway.

"Yeah! Making lots of soup!" Luca shouted.

Xen rolled his eyes. "Didn't I tell you guys not to come in here without letting me know? I don't think my boss would be happy about random people being in my home." He walked over, but kept enough distance so hopefully no one noticed the patch of dried blood on his chestpiece.

Nicky paused her cutting of onions to wave before going back to it. Once down she put the onions in a bowl and slid it to Luca. She washed her hands off before turning to Xen. "How was work?" She signed.

"Not too bad. Mostly helped people move stuff around." Xen leaned against the wall. He shifted a little so he could rest his leg.

Dennis climbed to sit on the counter. "That's good. We didn't see anything on the news so we figured it had been an easy day." They stretched out. "But also we knew with it being so bad this time around there probably would just be a lot more preparing. Like sure this is the time to strike but what villain would strike just to lose everything yknow?"

Luca nodded. "What's the point of an empire thats washed away?"

"Yeah, that's what we figured as well. Other than petty crime it was nothing." Xen rubbed his face. He let his head lean against the wall. "What soup are you guys making?"

"Chicken noodles and Nicky's helping me set up some loaded baked potato." Luca replied. He pointed to the pot on the stove. "That should be enough for two days, and the loaded will be enough for three dinners. Then I was gonna make something for tonight."

Xen nodded. "Okay, I'm going to go get my boots off and get into something more comfortable." He pushed off the wall. He went to his room, closing the door as soon as he was inside. He peeled his boots off, biting down on his lip to stiffle his groan as his thigh shifted. How he was going to make it through them being here he had no clue.

He peeled his suit off. He decided to tackle his shoulder first. He undid the messy bandaging he'd hidden under his suit, tossing it into a pile. He wrinkled his nose at the sight of more blood. "God damn it-" He grabbed the first aid kit kept by his bed.

Nicky slipped into the room. "Knew it." They signed. They grabbed the first aid kit out of Xen's hand, pushing him to lay. They popped the lid open and started pulling things out.

"Please don't tell the other two, they'll just worry and it's not that bad. I just bashed myself up while lifting things," Xen said. He knew that was a blatant lie, but, he didn't think Nicky could tell. He peeled more of his suit off to let Nicky have plenty of space to work.

Nicky nodded his head and got to work. He started with grabbing the alcohol pads and cleaning the area up. He turned his phone flashlight on, checking it over before leaving it on the bed. He grabbed some of the anti-bacterial cream and put some on. After that he put some gauze down and used the paper tape to hold it down.

Xen was biting the inside of his mouth to stay quiet. His nose scrunched some as well.

"Anymore?" Nicky asked.

Xen shook his head. "No, the only other major anything is I slammed my knee into a stand and it kinda fucking hurts-" He chuckled some. Please gods Nicky get out of his room.

Nicky nodded. "Good. Hurry up, soups almost done." She climbed off the bed and went back out to the others.

Xen sighed. He rebandaged the cut on his thigh on his own. He then grabbed some baggy sweats and a loose shirt to wear, changing into those and leaving his gear in a crumpled pile in the corner. Once done he went out to the others. "Hey." He didn't bother as much hiding the limp, as he now had a somewhat plausible excuse for it.

Luca grinned as they saw Xen. "Hey, just about to dish out bowls if you want to get the silverware out."

Xen nodded. He went over and grabbed the spoons out of the drawer. "Were just having soup right?" He knew Luca and changing plans last second, he didn't mind it so long as he still knew what was going on.

"Mhm," Luca replied.

Dennis pulled the table out from its folded position against the wall. "Here we go-" He went back in the kitchen to help out set the bowls out while Nicky set the chairs in place.

Xen set the spoons out, plopping down in a seat to wait for the others. He wanted to rub his shoulder but knew he probably shouldn't. "After we eat can you guys please head home? I don't want you getting caught in the storm. One of you may deal in ice but that doesn't stop rain and floods." He looked right at Nicky.

Nicky pursed their lips and sat in the chair closest. They gave a very easily well known sign for Xen to shut up, a middle finger.

Xen chuckled. "What? I told you you'll never live it down."

Nicky crossed his arms on his chest.

Luca giggled as they brought bowls in with Dennis right behind. The two of them sat the bowls down. "Oh stop you two." They sat down on the other side of Xen. "Let's eat, and yes. After that we'll make sure things are picked up then leave so you don't worry."

Dennis smiled. "Mhm. Now let's eat before my stomach claws it's way out to eat the food itself." He chuckled and started eating.

Xen chuckled and started eating. He was lucky Nicky didn't ask questions, but at the same time, if Em found out he'd be in so much trouble. Just gonna have to double check things more often.

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[ravenouswreckage]

@nemxricultrix inquired: "I'm just gonna keep it straight then: I want to sleep with you. Already have the magic lined up to get things... Adjusted on my end for that, so if you're up for it, we can go for it. No strings, see how it goes. If you're not down for that... I mean hey at least I have a nice chest you could mess with."

Out she exhaled, a slow wh-u-uf-uf, catching in her mouth and the bellows of her sinus, making the sound echo and pool out over its own edges. It brought a tense little quirk to one end of Miranda's lips, a pulling back of her fins, a strange air that couldn't be dissipated so quickly.

"You are not very skilled at sweeping your partners off their feet, I see. I cannot truly say I commend your bluntness — I am hardly the type to... What is it, that they say, again? Come and go?"

There's a flex to her arms, a curl of her claws. Miranda tucks them both up against her body, letting her lift her head a little higher, looking out and forward like the high and mighty, wearing her title as easily as the crown on her head.

She wouldn't typically accept. That's always been the catch, when it came to Miranda — she already had people begging at her heels just to catch sight of her, full pick of partners from the whole of the adjacent flocks kept by both the Merkingdom and the land proper, ranging from those already within her status down to those far beneath her and who knew it. She was visible, after all, and visibility alone accents beauty to such a degree as to make every detail into a masterpiece. Sheer numbers meant that there would always be those that wanted her, who wished to lay with her, who would kiss every inch of her and would pay just to come back for more.

So too, that meant that she wasn't really biting at anything that passed in front of her. She was allowed to be discerning, to pick only what she wanted too in turn, and anyone else would immediately be judged against the rest of the masses, and left behind in turn.

The only real way to catch her eye was just that. To provide something interesting. More than just a mere warm body, she wanted a show of it, a display to prove that her interest would have been well-earned, something even that permitted her to step forward, into the limelight, and to show her exact proclivities not to chase, but to conquer.

So, she would have declined. It was in her nature to decline, to reject, to leave countless hopefuls scorned or, better yet, peering down at themselves and wondering what they might do differently next time, to earn her attentions.

She turned, head over tail, striding with the same easy confidence of those who walked over a raging ocean, typhoon bowing its head for her pass. "Well? Are you coming on or not, then? If you are going to hump my leg, then at least we can find someplace decent to do it."

[dracofandom]

Dinner At The Manor

Summary: Draco invites y/n to dinner, which ends up differently than they both expected.

SMUT, slight fluff

You confidently walked to the front door of the Manor. You had decided to wear your favorite pair of black skinny jeans, the ones that made your curves stick out, a beige sweater, and matching glossy beige boots.

You knock on the gigantic wooden door twice and Draco opens the door with a smile on his face.

"You look amazing y/n, I'm glad you could make it."

"Thanks for having me, it smells great by the way."

You walk through the Manor in complete awe of the beautiful interior. The Manor was big and gorgeous, like a palace.

"I hope you like pasta!" He spoke nervously.

"I love pasta, and the manor is beautiful! You've outdone yourself. You didn't have to make so much-" I said and the dining table caught my eyes. The pasta was placed in the center along with many dishes on the side.

"I wasn't sure what you preferred so I made a little bit of everything, just for you," He said while pulling out a chair for you. You noticed the blush on his face and gave the same response.

Dinner was as amazing as it looked. After eating, both of you went to the living room to hang around.

You sat on the same couch as, Draco facing each other. You were about a foot apart and each of you had a glass of wine on the table, laughing at some ridiculous joke he made. Suddenly he reached his hand out to push a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his hand skimmed against your jaw and grabbed your chin for a second, before letting go.

"You've always been so beautiful y/n." He was so close that his breath fanned against your lips. You were lost in his oceanic eyes and everything about him looked so charming. Every little feature of him made you want to do things. 

You put your hand on his knee, needing to touch him in some way. The tension between you both was so thick and you couldn't handle it anymore. You gazed moved down to his lips and you smashed yours against his. It was a short sweet kiss that made butterflies erupt in your stomach. He brought his thumb up to your bottom lip dragging it across before lightly grabbing your throat with his long fingers and going in for a much rougher kiss, not that you were complaining.

You broke away for a second, straddling him. He put his hands on your hips as you kissed him again. He slipped his tongue into your mouth and you rocked your hips against him slightly, making him groan and bucking your hips towards him.

You reached for his shirt but Draco quickly yanks it off in one swift motion. That was possibly the sexiest thing you've ever witnessed. He then reaches for the hem of your sweater, fingers grazing your bare skin.

"May I?"

Instead of answering you take the sweater off yourself, revealing your emerald-green laced bra.

He smirked at the sight in front of him as your cheeks flushed a deeper shade. You moan quietly as he starts leaving kisses on the top of your breast. You reach around to unclasp the material, feeling way too impatient to wait for him to do it. You let it fall in between your bodies, picking it up and tossing it to the end of the couch. His hands move from your hips, running across the sides of your body, finally landing on your chest.

Draco stared straight into your eyes as he latches his mouth to one of your nipples, making you throw your head back in ecstasy. You feel him straining against his jeans so you start moving your hips in small circles. You undo his belt and sink between both his legs so that you are on your knees.

"You look so pretty, love. Are you gonna suck my dick for me?" 

You bite your bottom lip and nod, never breaking eye contact with him. You grab his pants and boxer and pull them down, immediately, his big length slapping against his stomach.

You wrap your small hand around him, slowly pumping him. You lick a bold stripe up the base of his length making him hiss. Then, you slowly take him in your mouth and start bobbing your head up and down. Draco fists your hair and you hollow your cheeks, sucking harder. You twist your hand at his base in rhythm, as you look up at him. You slightly hum as you feel him twitch inside your mouth.

Suddenly, he pulls your head back by the hair, makes you stand up and starts taking off your pants.

"These jeans have been driving me crazy all night, but I think they'll look better off." He slide them down your legs along with your underwear. He sits back on the couch so he could look at you, standing completely naked in front of him. He groaned at the sight of you, taking in every inch of your body.

You climb back on to his lap so your straddling him again, this time grabbing his dick and slowly stroking it in between your soaked folds. 

"Fuck- you're so wet for me y/n"

With those words, you couldn't take it anymore. You sink all the way down on him as a string of profanities and moans escaped your lips. You started to bounce on him with a great pace, with all the energy you have in you.

He sat back as his hands roamed your entire body, finally resting on your ass. He spanked your ass harshly as you moaned out his name.

"Scream my name y/n, let everyone know you're mine." 

He grabs your hair again, pulling your head back so he has better access to your neck and starts laying kisses everywhere, sucking on certain spots, leaving dark marks. He shifted his hand to your hips and started thrusting upwards as you continued to bounce off him. His name repeatedly left your mouth and the sight of your tits bouncing in front of him made him groan and hiss to himself.

"Draco- I'm-I'm gonna cum-I'm so close."

You feel the knot in your abdomen tightening more with every bounce and you start to lose it when he rubs your clit with his thumb, tracing figure eights onto you while you lean back, a hand on each of his knees.

"Cum for me y/n, you look so fucking sexy riding my dick, such a good girl."

With one final flick of his thumb on your clit you come undone. All you were seeing were stars as you moaned loudly, with your head resting against his shoulder. Seconds later, Draco's came inside you and you both lazily ride out your highs.

You both clean yourselves up quietly, and he let you wear his T-shirt. It smelt heavenly, just like him. 

"Spend the night with me, love?" He looked at you with a faint smile and his head tilted. No one in the right mind could've rejected such a good offer, especially when he looked so damn cute.

"Only if I get to cuddle!" 

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Summary: I feel like Harry would buy/own a private beach and just take y/n out there just for some privacy from the world also take nude photos of y/n - concept from @harrywritingsbyme

Genre: fluff, NSFW

Warning: fingering, oral, nude photo, private Beach yeah

Pairing: harry styles x reader, Rich! Harry

Word count: 4k

This contains smuts ok

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"where here." You announced plopping down onto the king size bed. Harry chuckled as he sat down your suitcases. You looked over at him with a smile. "So this is where we'll be for the week."

Harry nodded, "yep." He walked over to the window looking out at the clear blue ocean that was crashing against the shoreline. This was Your very own beach that harry had gotten just for the two of you. Even tho you had begged him not to, he still dead. At first you were pissed at the idea of having a large chunk of ocean to yourself, but after coming here a couple of times, you loved it. You were able to parade around nude, able to be as crazy and Loud as you wanted, it's was the life and you no longer felt bad about the private beach.

You walked over to harry wrapping your arms around his neck. You placed a kiss on his cheek before you rested your head on his shoulder. "Thank you for bringing us here."

Harry rested his hands onto of yours, a little smile appearing on his face showing his dimples. "Ya'welcome babe."

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It took you both an hour to get situated. Because you both had to ride on the jet, you took a 30 minutes nap while harry ran to the store for some food. When you woke up, the fridge was stocked and Harry was sitting on the couch with a beer.

"good nap, darlin'?" He asked once he noticed you. You nodded, "yeah, pretty good." You plopped down beside him, kissing his cheek. "So I was thinking maybe we can go down to the beach. Dip our toes in the sand, what do you think?"

Harry looked over at you, he smiled before muttering sure. You stood up, "I'm going to go put on my bikini, I'll be back."

"no need for that honey." Harry stood up and took your hand. "No one will see ok." You smiled laughing a little. "You're right. Well let's grab our towels and get down there.

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You and Harry made your way down to the beach. Harry packed you both a few treats, some sandwiches, strawberries, watermelon, mangos and some tea. You laid your blanket down on the sand under the shade of an umbrella. Harry Laid down beside you with a smile. "This is nice."

You laughed looking at him. "Yes it is." You turned onto your stomach looking at him still. "You know.. you can take some nude pictures of me if you want."

Harry smirked. "Ya' you want me to take some nude photos of you?" You nodded, biting your lip.

Harry reached over to the basket picking up the camera he literally brought everywhere. "Alright baby, let's get these pics!"

You stood up so harry could take some pictures. You posed with your back facing him and some where your boobs were out. Harry was egging you on, he of course loved this so much especially when your fucking naked in front of him.

"ok, I think we got enough yea'." Harry sat beck on the blanket and you followed. "Gonna keep this for personal reasons." Harry said smirking at you. You smiled, resting your head on his shoulder. "So now what should we do? Eat?"

Harry peered at you. "Yes, but I think I wanna eat something else other than what's in that basket." He kissed your cheek. You caught onto what he was saying very quickly. "Well go right ahead Mr."

You laid down and opened your legs. Harry moved so that he was between them. His emerald eyes looked up at you with so much hunger. You smiled down at him, bringing your hands to his locks.

Harry began to kiss your inner thighs making sure to go nice and slow to piss you off. You knew he loved that and he knew you hated it.

He inched closer to your pussy, you could feel his hot breath fanning it and it made you shiver. "Harry, stop with the teasing." You said throwing your head back. Harry laughed. "So impatient."

He kissed your clit softly; you moaned out, toes curling. Harry then took his tongue licking up to your clit. He moaned at your taste, he knew he could no longer hold himself back.

Harry started to suck and lick at your pussy; you moaned and shivered at the feeling of his hot wet tongue.

"harry, your mouth feels so nice." You breathed out. Harry looked up at you watching as you squirmed and arched your back off the ground. This was his favorite sight right after seeing you sitting on his face.

He brought his tongue into your cunt, you were clenched around nothing which made him Chuckle. His laugh sent a vibration to your clit making it pulse.

"fuck, I'm going to come."

"I know baby, show me how you cum yea'."

Harry didn't stop His assult. He kept going, licking and sucking until you were crying out and thrashing under him. He held you down not stopping one bit until you were pushing him away.

Harry came up and laid beside you, he grinned as he looked down at your rising and falling chest. "Good, that was a nice snack."

You opened one eye looking at your dork of a husband. He was literally fucking cheesy.

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It was around 6pm. You and Harry were in your beach house listening on the couch as the waves kept crashing on the shore. You had your wine in your hand and your legs stretched out over his legs.

Harry was busy stroking your legs, alcohol had taken over his system at this point. Not that either of you minded.

"this was a nice day. Got to go to the beach, got some pictures of ya naked, and got to eat that pussy. Yea, today was nice."

You chuckled softly. "Yeah, I enjoyed it too."

"so I was thinking we can repeat this tomorrow, but this time getting into the water." You nodded your head. "I think that's a great idea. Now let's go get some sleep before we get a little too drunk."

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The next morning you woke up to the smell of pancakes. You climbed out of bed walking to the kitchen. Harry was standing in front of the stove, he was shirtless which made the view perfect.

"good morning handsome." You said walking up to him. You wrapped your arms around him. "Good morning beautiful. Good sleep?"

You hummed softly. "Yeah. What are you making?"I'm Making some pancakes and eggs." Harry picked up a plate and started putting some finished egg's and pancakes on it. "Here you go." Harry said handing it you.

"thank you." You said, kissing his cheek. You took a seat at the table slowly eating your food. Harry sat across from you eating his food as well. You both made small talk with each other about a few things. Harry had some fun business things that he wanted to start when your trip was over.

After breakfast you both got ready, took a shower, brushed your teeth and got ready for the day. Around 11 you both were ready for your day down on the beach.

You laid on your towel soaking up the sun while harry was writing in his journal. You noticed his staring at you and after a while it became a little annoying to you.

"harry, stop staring."

"I'm sorry." He said but you know he was smiling. You took off your sunglasses and looked at him. "No you're not." Harry grinned. "Yeah you're right." You giggled. "You wanna get in the water now?"

Harry nodded. "Yes, I would love that." Harry stood up and grabbed your hand pulling you up. Till you were on your feet. You both walked over to the water waddling in. you got into it deeper and deeper until it was up to your waist.

harry had his arms wrapped around you as you both stood in the crystal clear water. He couldn't help but smile as he admired you. The best thing harry had done was fall in love with you.

You both met while harry was out shopping. You were working in retail at the time and Harry had walked into the store to escape his crazy fans. You were a fan of him yourself but you knew enough to not obsess over him.

You lead him to the back where their was another exit for him. Harry was so grateful for that, that he came back the following week it Tried to thank you. At first he tried money, but you could take it from him. Then he asked you to go on a date with him, you weren't to sure about the idea, but eventually he persuaded you and you said yes.

The rest was history. Now here you were with him, you've both been together for 6 years, 3 years married and never been more happy together.

"I wonder if there's any dolphins here." You said looking around at the water. "Mhm I don't think so." You turned back to harry pouting your lips. "Well that's sad."

You smiled, laughing. Harry smiled at the sight of yours. "It is Kinda sad, by it's alright." Harry looked out at the Small waves. "But this is beautiful enough yeah?"

You hummed, nodding. "Yeah, it's very beautiful." You leaned in kissing Harry's lips. When you pulled away harry ran his hand over your wet hair.. "You're more beautiful though."

"I know." You giggled. Harry hummed before replying, "As long as you know."

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You and Harry stayed in the water for another 20 minutes before getting out. You returned to the beach house getting yourself a snack. Harry Walked up to you wrapping his arms around you. You leaned against him swaying slightly. Harry began to kiss your neck. At first it was slow, but then his kisses became sloppy.

You moaned as you reached around and ran your fingers through his curls. Harry ran his hands over your skin until he reached your panties. He started toying with them. You began to grind on him, he grew harder by the second at your action.

Harry decided to not tease anymore, he put his long fingers Into your panties. His fingers came in contact with your clit making you shiver. He slowly began to circle over it making you moan and shutter at his touch.

"here let's put you on the counter." Harry whispered into your ear. You turned around letting him hoist you up on the couch. Harry ran his hands over your thigh as his lips landed on yours. He slipped his tongue into your mouth moaning into your mouth. He pulled off your panties, tossing them to the ground when they were all the way off. He returned hands to your clit. He rubbed harder and faster then he did before making your back arch. He slide his fingers through your fold before he found your cunt. He rested his forehead against yours before mumbling about how wet you were for him as he slipped his fingers in.

He began to plug them into you slowly. You moaned against his lips at the feeling. Harry Hand grew faster also curling. Your cunt squeezed around Harry's fingers making him chuckle. "So tight for me huh? Are you close?"

You nodded. Your breath became heavy, you started grinding against his hand. Before you knew it you were coming. Your hand gripped Harry's tattooed arm as he kept thrusting his fingers in; you were extremely sensitive and he knew it. Harry pulled his hand out. "Are you ok." He asked as he kissed you. You nodded right away, "yeah, I'm fine... I should really finish my sandwich now." You hoped off of the counter grabbing your half ate sandwich. "I'm going to finish this now." You took a bite of it before waving it in the air. . harry laughed. "Well I'm going to go take a shower while you finish your sandwich."

Harry jogged off leaving you in the kitchen. "You have fun.." your Laughed to yourself as you heard harry laughing before the door closed to the bathroom. He knew he fucked you up; this wasn't the first time he had done this to you.

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For the next three days you and Harry repeated your routine. Got ready for the day, had breakfast and went to the beach, had sex on the beach. You went to the local town a couple of times doing some shopping for some clothes and ate at a five star restaurant. By the last day you both were burnt out and very much happy with your vacation.

"I had a good time this week." You wrapped your arms around harry waist looking up at him. "Thank you for this."

Harry softly smiled at you as he looked in your eyes. "Y'welcome." He pecked your lips before you pulled away. You picked up your bag. "Now are you ready to get back to civilization?" Harry asked as he picked up your shared suitcase. "Yep, I definitely am."

Harry walked up to you. "Ok. Let's go back home."

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[wildernessuntothemselves]

I'm Yours, You're Mine | 5

Word Count: 4.1k

Genre: Smut, angst

Warnings: Cheating, yandere!felix, sub!felix, mention of blackmail, public sex, pussy eating, guided masturbation?, fingering, hella jealousy, assault mention, jisung inclusion lmao

A/N: link to the gorgeous dress the OC wears made a super lovely anon thank you babe

GIF CREDIT

“What is taking you so long?” You grunt, walking into the kitchen to find the freckled boy pulling a tray out of the oven. At the sound of your voice, he springs up and flashes you a brilliant smile that explains just why he’s nicknamed the sunshine boy. You smile bitterly at the reminder. Oh, how you used to believe that.

“I just finished the brownies for the picnic, noona.” He chirps happily, looking so angelic, like a bad thought never crossed his mind ever.

Felix wants to take you on a romantic picnic date beside the river. He volunteered to do everything, making you both the food and drinks you’ll need so all you’ll have to do is sit there and enjoy the pleasant early summer weather.

Taking a deep breath, you steal yourself, preparing for the transformation you’ve come to expect from him. “Oh, we’re not going on a picnic. I changed my mind. I wanna go to the mall instead.”

You know the commercial, impersonal place would upset the sentimental boy, and that’s why you do it. The sharp fall of his smile makes your heart stop for a second and your body stiffen, preparing for an attack.

“What?” He asks gruffly.

“I need new summer clothes.” You try to appear nonchalantly.

“Can’t you do that any other time?”

“I want to do it today.” You shrug, stopping yourself from flinching as you see his jaw clench. “You promised you’d take care of me. You promised you’d do what I want.” You remind him of the promises he made after attacking you last time. The promises he made to make you give him another chance. You didn’t believe in any of his promises, and you were provoking him on purpose to prove that he can’t himself in check so you’d have a reason to call this whole thing off.

And it seems he’s getting there. “But we agreed on this date. I prepared a lot for this. I made you fucking brownies.”

“You promised you wouldn’t hurt me.” You accuse, and he flinches, his body immediately deflating as the anger rushes out of him. “No, I won’t. It’s okay. We can go wherever you want, noona. You just took me by surprise, that’s all.”

You didn’t expect this reaction from him. You thought he’d lash out again. Maybe it really was a mistake like he said, and you should give him another chance. You’re lost in contemplation when his soft, low voice breaks through to you.

“Would you at least try the brownies?” He pleads, his pretty eyes sparkling, making you believe that the universe truly is a cruel, uncaring place if the stars would agree to light up the eyes of someone like him. Still, you can’t resist the constellations reflected in his eyes and onto his cheeks, finding yourself compelled to lean down and press a kiss to his pouty lips.

You suck in a sharp breath at the exploding light that brightens his face at such a small action, like a supernova, blazing your cold heart.

“Okay.” You breathe, and he, giddy with excitement, cuts off a piece for you. You reach out for it but he swings his hand out of the way, wanting to feed it to you himself. You open your mouth and accept the food, biting a piece of it off and chewing it.

Felix watches you with bated breath, as if your opinion would win him a national baking competition. You’re scared by how much you’re enjoying his attention, and it scares you. It’s too easy to get addicted to him.

“How do you like it, noona?”

“It’s sublime.” You smile, the divine taste of the dessert and his angelic features could fool you into thinking you’re in heaven. How can one person give you such radically conflicting feelings? You feel like you’re teetering on the edge of a cliff, not knowing if at the end of fall you’ll be greeted by the refreshing ocean water or the jagged, deadly rocks.

Felix’s smile gets impossibly wider as he giggles. “I knew you’d like it, baby.” He leans in to give you a peck that’s sweeter than the food you just had.

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You can’t find anything you like. Nothing at all.

Frustrated, you turn to Felix who had been following you obediently like a little puppy through the countless stores.

“I don’t know. Do you see anything good?” You huff, and he seems surprised by your question, not having expected you to actually take his opinion, albeit how last choice it is. You feel bad. He not only didn’t complain like he promised, even though you cancelled the picnic he wanted, but he actually hyped you up and showered you with compliments every time you’d try on something new.

“What do you like your girl to wear?” You tease him, knowing your words will bring a pretty blush to his face.

“I--I like dresses.” He replies sheepishly.

“Yeah? Like what? Show me.”

It’s your turn to follow him around as he bashfully picks out a few dresses for you. You notice they're all so girly and pretty with bows and frills and lace. Seems like he has a type.

“Do you want me to try them on, baby?” You ask when he hands them to you.

“Please.” He breathes, impatient to see them on you and you think it's adorable how excited he is. You don’t wear dresses, and you know you won’t wear these, but you try them on just for him, not expecting how much his reaction will affect you.

"Wow." He sucks in a breath, his widened eyes taking in every inch of you. Smirking, you ask, "You like it that much?"

He nods vigorously, looking at you with adoration and want you’ve never had directed at you before. It takes your breath away, how genuine it looks, compelling you to do everything in your power to earn it.

The dress is made of a pretty pink Chiffon material, with a pink bow circling under the chest and a sweetheart neckline that exposes your collarbones and dips down to show quite a bit of cleavage, serving to emphasize your breasts that Felix can’t take his eyes off of. The contrast between the light and princessy look of the flowy skirt, and the seductive neckline hints at a certain corruption of innocence begging to be undertaken.

But just as you prepare to be engulfed in the sparkly blue-green of the ocean water, you find yourself crumpling over the rocks as Felix pulls out his phone to take a picture of you.

“You and your pictures.” You comment bitterly, happiness gone. “Gonna blackmail me over this too?”

He gasps, and the hand holding his phone immediately drops down, as if he couldn’t believe you’d say that.

“What, did you forget that you forced me into this?” You mock, “I bet you’re loving this. Making me do this. Dressing me up like I’m your doll? I bet your little dick is hard right now.”

He shakes his head, and you’re not sure if he’s trying to deny your words or just defend his actions. Pulling him close by his jeans, you press your thigh between his legs and laugh when it’s met by his hard-on. “See? I know everything that goes on in your sick brain.”

“Just wanna be good for you.” He whimpers, but even as he says that, his eyes fall to your breasts and his hand reaches out to run over the neckline of the dress you have on.

“Of course you do.” You snarl, and he cowers under your harsh tone. But like a kid at a candy store, he can’t stop his hand from straying, his fingers trailing down to circle around your nipples pushing through the soft material of the dress.

Grabbing his wrist, you bring his hand to your mouth and take his middle finger into your mouth, sucking on it lightly, grinning as his knees buckling and a small whimper leaves his lips. He tries to push you back into the fitting room but you don’t budge, taking his finger out of your mouth and humming. "I suddenly want something to suck on. Why don't you buy me a popsicle baby? I'm feeling hot."

He gulps harshly, "Yes, noona."

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Felix buys all the dresses for you and you keep wearing the pink one, wanting to make him suffer more through the trip.

You strut to the ice cream store, feeling unstoppable in your flowy dress with your lovestruck lover in toe, hand on your waist and eyes glaring at everyone, trying to fend off anyone who would try to approach you.

Felix sits you down in a booth at the far end of the store, hiding you from view as he goes to get what you want. You sigh, playing the skirt of your new dress, lost in thought about Felix and how you feel about him. He’s sweet, addictively so, but he’s volatile and that scares you. Would you pick him over Chan? What if he just wants you because Chan has you? Maybe this is some kind of sick competition for him. Or maybe it’s the contrast with Chan that makes you like him at all. Maybe you’re just upset with Chan.

Your thoughts are interrupted by a loud, cheery voice. “Noona, how are you?”

Coming out your daze, you blink, taking in the new figure. “Oh, hey, Jisung.”

“What are you doing here?” He asks giddily, eyes raking over your body, stopping over your breasts the same way Felix did, and lingers on them too long. You clear your throat, smirking as his eyes snap back up to your face as he flushes.

You’re quite aware of the crush he has on you. So better get rid of him before Felix comes and throws a tantrum. Unless…

This could be your chance to get back at Felix for what he did to you and for forcing you to go on this date. He can threaten to tell Chan on you but what is he gonna do to Jisung? Nothing.

“I’m just hanging with a friend.” You smile broadly, “Why don’t you join us?”

“Wouldn’t your friend mind?” He asks, already moving to sit down. You grin wickedly, “No, he’ll love it."

“Okay.” He sits down opposite you, unsuspecting of the storm about to come over. Right on time, Felix comes back with your popsicle.

“Oh, hey Lixie! This is Jisung. We work together.” You pull him down, ignoring the sour look on his face.

“Hey!” Jisung pipes up with a friendly wave that Felix doesn’t return. Felix pins the other boy down with a glare that makes Jisung shrink back.

“He’s just a little shy.” You reach over the table and place your hand over his to comfort him, a gesture that only makes Felix angrier and he in turn grabs your thigh under the table and squeezes it in warning. Turning to him, you pluck the popsicle out of his hand and take a big lick. “Hmm, this is tasty.”

You take the part of the popsicle into your mouth, giving Felix a wink before you turn to the other boy. “So, how have you been, Sungie?”

“Um… good.” He fidgets as you swirl your tongue around the popsicle in an obviously suggestive way.

“How's your girlfriend?” You ask, knowing full well that they broke up. His eyes follow your tongue for a second before he clears his throat and answers. “We’re not together anymore.”

“Oh, no!” You pout, lips cherry colored and glistening with melted ice cream. “That must be very hard for you, baby.”

You feel Felix’s hand clench around your thigh, but you don’t spare him a glance as you continue, “How have you been handling that?”

You place the popsicle back in your mouth, sucking on it enticingly as you eye Jisung up and down and wait for him to answer, but the poor boy can barely string his words together. “It’s--I’m...o-okay.”

Pulling the popsicle out of your mouth with a wet slurp, you smile while licking the tip of the treat. “I’m so glad. Hmm, this is so good.” You moan out, and extend the popsicle towards him. “Wanna try it?”

Jisung chokes on his own spit, and you can tell that a handprint will remain on your upper thigh from how hard Felix’s fingers were digging into your skin.

"No that's okay, noona." Jisung fidgets, and you know he’s rubbing his thighs together under the table. You ignore his refusal, pushing the popsicle towards his mouth. "Come on baby, open up for me."

He obediently opens his mouth despite his refusal, but before he can close his lips around the ice cream, you pull it away with a laugh. "Why don't you stick out your tongue for me?"

He sucks in a sharp breath and his eyes snap to Felix. You can only see the other boy from the corner of your eye, but the rage rolling off of him in waves more than explains the terrified look on your coworker's face. No, that wouldn't do.

Leaning over the table, your ass in Felix’s face barely covered by the short dress, you curl a finger under Jisung’s chin and turn his attention towards you. "Don't look at him baby. Keep your eyes on me."

He nods weakly and you smile, moving to sit back down when Felix grabs your hips and pulls you down onto his lap, a small gasp escaping from your lips as you feel his hard-on against your thin underwear.

Your grin grows bigger, and you grind down on Felix’s dick as you tell Jisung, "Now show me your tongue, baby."

The sight of Jisung’s glazed eyes and pretty tongue out like a cute puppy makes you moan a little, something only Felix can hear. You feel his hand move from your hip to your pussy, fingers rubbing over you now soaked panties. With a shuddering breath, you move the popsicle over Jisung’s tongue, delighted by how he doesn’t pull it back into his mouth until you tell him to.

"Such a good boy." You coo, and you feel Felix’s fingers slip under your panties to rub harshly at your bare pussy. Shuddering, you open your legs wider for him. "He's such a good boy, isn't he, Felix? I bet he'd never act out or disobey me."

Felix grabs your clit between his thumb and index finger and pinches lightly, making you jump in his lap and bounce on his cock, the two of you groaning out in pleasure and making poor Jisung whimper as he clutches hard onto the table to keep from touching himself.

Opening your legs wide, you order Felix, "Put your fingers in me. Wanna show you what you're not getting by being a brat."

His hand leaves the tight circles he’s drawing over you clit and dip down to your hole, plunging a finger right in. “Oh, fuck.” You shudder at the delicious intrusion and the thrust of Felix’s dick against your pussy, the both of you clearly wishing that was his dick instead of his finger.

“Feels good, baby?” You whisper back to Felix and he nods sharply, finger pushing in and out of you incessantly as if you’ll tell him to stop at any moment. "Yeah? Tell Jisung how it feels."

Felix growls against your skin, sinking his teeth into your shoulder angrily, not wanting to think about the other guy with you right now. But you don’t back down. "Tell him or I'll have him find out himself."

He stuffs another finger inside you, and obeys, voice grave and hostile. “Noona’s pussy is tight around my fingers. So soft and wet for me. Only me.”

You laugh breathlessly, bucking your hips against Felix’s hand so that your clit can rub against his palm. Poor Jisung’s hands were white from how tightly he was gripping onto the table, and you’re worried he would either break it or hurt himself.

“You getting turned on watching us, baby?” You drawl, getting his attention. “It’s okay. You can touch yourself.”

As if he was waiting for your permission, Jisung instantly sticks his hand between his legs, and humps against it to relieve some of the pressure.

“Good boy.” You murmur, and Felix abuses the spot he bit in your shoulder again, deeping the mark forming there and making his feelings clear about you praising another guy while he’s fingering you. "Did you fantasize about my pussy, baby?"

“Yes.” Both of them answer, and you laugh.

"Hmm, seems like you've got competition, kitty. Maybe I chose the wrong boy to play with."

Felix stops abruptly, pulling his fingers out of you and pushing you onto the seat next to him. Your heart beats rapidly against your chest, thinking that he’s about to make a scene. Instead, he slips under the table and pulls on your hips so your ass is at the edge of the seat. Yanking your panties off, he spreads your legs wide.

"Gonna prove to you that I'm the one for you." He buries his face in your pussy, angrily licking every little inch of it and sucking harshly on your clit.

“Oh, fuck---Felix!” You moan, grabbing onto his hair as he devours your pussy. “Good boy. This is exactly where you belong.”

From the barely open slit of your eyes you see Jisung frustrated and on the verge of crying as he’s not getting as much stimulation as he needs.

"Pull your pretty cock out for me baby.” You drawl, trying to entice him so he’d forget about being in a public place and give in to you. “Don't be scared. Noona wants you to be dirty."

He discards his fears, pulling his dick out and yanking on it fast.

“Good boy. Such a good boy.” You effuse, and under the table, Felix pulls back to slap your pussy in punishment, furious that you’re still giving Jisung attention even though he’s on his knees under the table eating your pussy out.

“Brat.” You hiss, tugging on his hair and pushing his head back between your legs, grinding your pussy against his face.

"Wanna cum, please." Jisung begs, and you tear your eyes away from Felix’s shiny and livid ones to look over at him. He doesn’t look pretty or angelic as Felix looks even under the cramped table and surrounded by the pink Chiffon as he ignores his need to breathe in favor of pleasing you. Instead, Jisung he looks sweaty and fucked dumb, his eyes barely focused and his jaw hanging open.

"Wait for noona." You gruffly answer, squeaking in surprise as you feel Felix’s tongue push inside your pussy, a growly moan ripping out of him as he feels your tight walls around his tongue.

"You are doing such a good job, kitten.” You purr down to your lover, fucking his pretty face.

“No, I can’t, n-noona… please.” He cries, and you glare at him. “I said wait.”

“Can’t….ahh...noona, I’m sorry….fuck, fuck!” He squeaks, body convulsing as little ropes of white stain his shirt.

Seeing the mess he makes, you’re tipped over the edge yourself, cumming on Felix’s tongue and closing your thighs around his head, trapping him there. Obediently, he stays still as your hips buck a few more times against his face before your body relaxes and your legs fall open.

Felix gives your pussy a couple of soothing licks before he pulls your dress down and emerges from under the table, his face glistening with your cum. Yet somehow, he still looks as delicate and beautiful as ever as leans into your hand cupping his cheek.

“Good boy.” You murmur, your other hand reaching out to palm his crotch when a wet spot surprises you. You raise an eyebrow "oh?"

"I'm sorry. I know you didn’t say I could cum. I just wanted this for so long. Wanted to make you feel as good as you make me feel." He sobs, thinking you'll laugh at him. But you find it so incredibly sexy and flattering. You never thought you'd meet a guy who enjoyed pleasing you that much.

"You did good, baby." You beam, patting his cheek. ”Sitting there while I flirt with another boy? Maybe next I just make you watch while I fuck him. How does that sound? I bet it will make your little cock so hard, you little pervert."

He shakes his head violently, getting upset. "No, please don't. It would kill me. I love you so much." He breaks down and starts babbling about how he never wanted it to be this way. How sorry he is, begging you to not do this again.

"Hush, my dumb kitty." You press your finger against his lips to stop him from talking. “It’s okay. How about we go home and get cleaned up then have some coffee and brownies?"

He nods gratefully, and you’re about to get up when you hear someone cough. You look in front of you and remember that you had a guest.

“Oh, Jisung. Let’s talk tomorrow, okay?” You say, pulling Felix up and ignoring Jisung’s protests, and walking to the door.

However, Jisung isn’t the only one with something to say. As you’re about to leave the shop, an employee intercepts you. You can immediately tell what he’s going to say from the severe look on his face.

“Please, don’t try to come back to our shop or we’ll have to call the police.”

You nod, cheeks burning in humiliation as you run out and drag a smiling Felix behind you to the car.

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When you head off to work a few days later, you wonder what you’re going to say to Jisung. You had set off to work with a promise to Felix that you’re not gonna pursue anything with the brunette, but he weirdly didn’t seem particularly concerned about the matter, despite how upset he was that day.

Yes, you’d been extra nice to him these past few days, acting much more receptive to his affectionate ways and responding in kind, but you still didn’t expect that much change.

Your brain is buzzing with all the possibilities about how Jisung will react and your lover’s one-hundred-eighty flip in attitude as you step into your office, but then you realize that Jisung isn’t there at all. Asking around, you find out that he’s at the hospital. Apparently he’d injured himself while playing with a knife. You roll your eyes. That boy is a danger to himself.

Still, you decide to go check up on him at the hospital.

You expect him to act awkward around you, to blush and stutter and look away. What you don’t expect is the sheer horror on his face upon seeing you.

“Wow, did I scar you that bad?” Is the first thing you say to him once you’re inside his hospital room.

“Why are you here?” He asks shakily, staring behind you as if he’s expecting someone to pop out from there.

You frown, “I realize I may have crossed the line yesterday but I just wanted to make sure you’re alright."

“I’m fine. Now please leave.”

“Thanks, I’m so reassured right now.” You roll your eyes, moving closer to him. ”How did this even happen? How does one stab their own leg?”

But as you reach out to touch his shoulder, he screams. "Don't touch me! You can't touch me!"

"What's going on? You're freaking me out." You jump back, and once again, he looks behind you. "Does he know you're here?"

"Who?"

"Your boyfriend."

"Chan?” You ask, confused. What does Chan have to do with this? “He doesn't even know you."

"No, Felix. The one that was with you yesterday."

"Felix? He's not my---" Your face suddenly falls as a horrible thought crosses your mind. No. It can’t be. "Did he do this to you?"

Jisung pales and shakes his head violently "No. I told you it was an accident. Now please leave."

He seems to be on the verge of breakdown, and maybe you should try to calm him down, but your mind is in an upheaval right now, and all you could think of is running to Felix to prove to yourself that you’re just being crazy. He would never do something like this, would he? It can’t be. It’s simply outrageous. But then again his weird change in behavior, his volatile attitude that always keeps you on edge… No, that’s crazy talk.

Numbly you go out of the room and make your way to your car to head back home. You’ll talk to Felix and he’ll tell you how stupid you’re being, and it’s all gonna be alright.

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A/N: this chapter was written so quickly because of all the lovely feedback you guys gave me so yeah feedback feeds me

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All night long.

CHIBS TELFORD.  ┃ SOA.

❝ request by @filipthescot: Holaaaaa mi amooooor!! If you feel like it, I'd love to read Prompt 4 from the smut list with my man Filip😇💚

❝ request by @ladyreapermc: Number 2 for the smut prompts with my favorite Scot Chibs? Please? 🙏🏻

❝ request by @irenne-stans: Could you do the fluff promt #10 with Chibs please 🥺💗

❝ prompts: “One more cheesy pick up line and I’m gonna bend you over the table and fuck you in front of everyone”. / “I know you think about me at night”. / “It smells like… I don't know… jealousy?”

❝ words: about 1.4k.

❝ warnings: nsfw, smut, oral sex (male receiving), fingering, mention of bodily fluids, explicit thoughts, language, and i think that's all.

Gif credits to the author.

MASTERLIST.

Chibs is burning in rage watching you flirt with the new prospect, sitting on the bar with a glass of whisky in his hand and the other arm over the clingy wood. He's trying to figure out what it's been so fun to make you laugh this way. He's a man of jokes too and he hasn't seen you like that with him. That's pissing him off. And all that he wants to do right now is to put his gun on that guy, where the sun doesn't shine and blow out his guts.

But he has to pretend he wasn't looking at you like a maniac the moment you turn around to walk straight to the bar and grab another beer. Resting your forearms on the edge to wait for your drink, you tilt your head towards him.

“What's that face for? Someone told you Nessie doesn't exist, uh?”

Slowly, too slowly, he moves his eyes from the prospect to you. Annoyed. About to punch anyone that crosses his path right now.

“'Am not having fun like ye, that' fo' sure”. Chibs replies, taking a sip from his drink.

You frown funnily at his words, not really believing what is happening right there. “It smells like… I don’t know… jealousy?”

Waving a hand close to his face, you pretend to be smelling the environment around the two of you, before he slaps it playfully as you finally have erased the sour grimace from his face.

“C'mon, Chibsy. Don't deny what is clear to my eyes”.

“Ye're blind, lass”.

About to challenge him, you take a step closer placing your index finger on his collarbone, dragging it over his shirt down through his torso. You see him gulping inevitably, clicking his tongue with feigned annoyance, putting your eyes away from yours. “I know you think about me at night”.

Chibs purses his lips not enjoying that game you're playing and, that under his opinion, will end up worshipping himself in the darkness of his room while thinking about you —like uncountable times he has done.

“The prospect had the balls to talk with me, but he's a five on my scale”.

“Bad luck fo' him”.

“Good for you, isn't it?” You say poking the tip of his nose graciously, earning again his complete attention. “From one to ten, you're a nine and I'm the one you need”.

The Scottish man chokes on his drink as the liquid falls through the wrong side, making him cough while cleaning his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyebrows are frowned angrily, thinking you're just making fun of him.

“Stop playen'”.

“I'm not playing, but if you want, I know a game. It's called Titanic”.

Rubbing his face with his free hand, Chibs snorts deeply, laying his eyes on you waiting for a continuation or an explanation.

“You can be the ocean and I'll go down on you”.

“One mo' cheesy pickup line and amma bend ye over the table and fuck ye in front of everyone”.

Licking and biting your bottom lip, you grab the glass in his hand to empty it with a gulp to leave it over the bar, an instant before gripping your fingers around his wrist to drag him straight to the dorms. You've been waiting too much time for this to happen. And yes, maybe you were playing at first, tasting the water. But he wasn't lying when he has threatened you. Of course, you two earn more attention than you could expect, when the crew watches you disappearing from the party —between cheers and claps and finallys.

As soon as you're locked inside his room, your lips crash with his. You're too necessitated, so is he; devouring your mouth while your fingers manage to undo his belt and the zip of his jeans. Chibs grunts with his tongue inside your cavity and his huge hands squeezing your ass, anxious to feel that same warm wrapping around all his hard length. And you aren't going to make him wait, having the same burning desire for tasting him.

Pushing him to the nearest wall, reclining his back against it, you roll down his black tight jeans and boxers to his ankles —as promised, you kneel. Chibs can't take off his eyes from yours, looking at you begging in silence to alleviate the bittersweet pain concentrated in his hardness. God, he has dreamt about this thousands of times. Your tongue swirling around his dick, your throat welcoming him, your lips sucking his soul out from his body.

So when you fill your mouth with his thick length until your nose touches his pelvis, Filip can't help but close his eyes uttering a pleased grunt echoing the room. His fingers land automatically on your head, forcing you to hold his reddened glans against your walls, making you gag vibrating his whole anatomy. He could cum just by feeling these same shivers another time.

“For chrissake…” He moans swinging your head back and forth, whilst your left hand massages his balls.

Chibs has never felt this good. He's trying to keep calm and control himself from fucking your mouth as he'd like to do right now. Brutality, fastly, without mercy. He can't wait to see his cream spilling down the curves of your lips, making you choke on his dick.

“God… Ye look so beautiful”. He whispers as good as he can.

His vocals cause you to smile somehow, increasing the pace of your dance wrapping his whole extension with the only intention of driving him crazy. And you're getting it, preventing Chibs from breathing quietly. A mix of gasps and whining comes from the deepest place of his soul, helping you with the rhythm needed for more. He buries his dick down your throat, filling your cavity and forcing your walls until your uvula trembles above his most sensitive skin.

He knows he's so close, ashamed for not lasting more than a couple of minutes. He's a man that can please you all night long, but the wait has wreaked havoc in him. Too much time spent on imagining how it would feel. Too much time spent on imagining himself pawing your body, nailing his ringed fingers into your soaked cunt. Too much time spent on imagining hearing you moan his name, begging him to let you cum while riding his face.

And of course, he's going to fulfill his fantasies tonight, leaving your legs shaking and your pussy flooded by his seed.

Just to think about it, Chibs has to contain his breathing when you abuse your throat one last time, feeling how he empties his heat inside your mouth. Ripping his chest by swallowing a loud delighted grunt, as his hands continue pressing your head deeper, you cough slightly until he loosens his grip. Filip doesn't give you time to recover, urging you to stand up, colliding your mouth to taste himself in your saliva. The best combination he has ever savored.

With a tight hand gripping your throat he makes you turn around, pinning you to the wall, using the other to eagerly roll up the gems of your dress and push down your wet panties enough to slam to curved fingers inside you. You cry out with his lips stuck in yours, pounding you with so much savageness that he needs to husk you, or the whole Charming will hear you.

“Ye… Bad girl… Playen' with the prospect ti make me feel jealous…” He groans huskily, not being able to think about it as his thrusts cloud your head. “Gonna make ye understand why whiskey is better than bourbon”.

“Please, Ch— Chibs… I fucking beg you”.

You want him to fuck you, that's evident. You want him to fuck you in every single possible position, in every single corner of this damn town. And he's going to do it —but…

“Say ye're sorre”. He hisses onto your ear, nailing his fingers as much deep as he can, forcing your limits and pushing them to beyond. “Say ye're sorre fo' making me wait, fo' playen with me”.

“I am… I a— am sorry”. You sob placing your hands on his shoulders looking for some balance, as he raises you on your tiptoes. “I am so sorry, Chibsy… Please… Please, fuck me”.

“'Corse I will, my love. Till ye beg me again, but ti stop”.

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Deku x reader- don't forget

Smut + Fluff. Porn with plot

This is part of the Deku’s birthday collab by @rat-zuki I'm Very excited to post my first tumblr exclusive chapter! Happy birthday to our not so sweet sinnamon roll!

Chapter includes: begging, slight daddy, praise, orgasm denial, fingering, a lil mirror shit, swearing, unprotected sex.

You slammed the door of the house and kicked your shoe’s off, shoving them to the side of the coat rack with your foot while you shucked off your jacket and threw it over the rack, not even bothering to hang it on a hook. The living room was a mess, magazines and paper strewn over the coffee table and chewed pencils were stuck in the crevices of the couch. The landline was stretched from the wall to the arm of the couch and tangled in its own cord, somehow a pair of tights (you’d intended to put on) had weaved itself into the knot and the sight just made you angrier. 

As quickly as you’d moved away from the door it swung open again and your freckled boyfriend walked in hurriedly taking his shoes off and blabbering while he attempted to fix your coat.

“Bakugo is going to keep him tonight and drop him off in the morning. If you forget to pick my son up from school again and there will be consequences” your words are firm and send the message across instantly. 

“Okay honey.” he muttered into your neck, making you shiver but you were so angry it didn’t feel right to give him any reaction. He was the one who made you angry in the first place. “Well if bakugo has the little one tonight…” he trailed off and let you fill in the blanks yourself. 

You scoffed and slapped his hand off of you pulling out of his embrace and turned to stare him dead in the eye. You open your mouth to yell again but your lips are swiftly caught between his and his large hands slide up the back of your neck tangling in your hair and his other arm wraps around your hips pulling you forward forcing you to be chest to chest with barely enough room to breathe. He pulls his lips off of you and you gulp struggling to find the resolve you had mere minutes ago but the blinding anger was still apparent in the front of your mind. 

You push him back and head for the door only to be grabbed by the wrist and pulled back towards him, turning toward him while you move leaving minimal space between you. His smile has faded. “Don’t push me” he warns and you tut shoving him away again but his feet are roots in the ground and he comes back to the center like a punching bag. He hoisted you up over his shoulder and dropped you on the bed facing the polished mirror and climbed up behind you sitting you in his lap. 

“Please apologise honey” he hummed into your neck, his thick calloused fingers drumming on your collarbone, thumb gracing your neck and you swallowed thickly making the digit bob on your throat. You purse your lips and narrow your eyes at his staring reflection waiting for an answer he wasn’t going to get so easily and he sighed disappointedly. “Do I need to fuck one out of you princess” he asked nibbling on your earlobe and you roll your neck to the side letting your eye’s flutter closed for a second. 

“Fuck off I’m not apologising for anything” you grumble with a waver that didn’t go unnoticed by either of you and you curse yourself for letting it slip out. You squirm in his lap feeling his cock harden behind you. The thin fabric between your legs was growing dark with your own slick and your core throbbed with each of deku’s hot breaths fanning your cheek as his fingers inched closer to your neck. 

“Don’t talk to me like that” he huffed and his thick fingers curled around your neck and you choked on a gasp as they squeezed ever so slightly on the sides of your neck. His other hand trailed up the inside of your thigh and ruffled with the end of your skirt teasing you as his knuckle’s grazed your pussy and you whined in the back of your throat leaning back into him and shifting in his lap. “You're being such a good girl, you could have all you want if you just said sorry” he mumbled and you really did consider it for a minute. Your cherry face challenges you in the mirror, daring you not to. 

“No.” 

He rolls his eyes and slips up your skirt the pads of his fingers rubbing on the damp spot on your underwear drawing a hum from your chest and you close your eyes swimming in the ocean of sensations bubbling in your veins and a plea climbs up your throat only for the green haired male to laugh and retract his fingers. 

Your eye’s snap back open and you glare at your boyfriend looming over you and lifting you off of his lap. “No please Zuku I need it” you whimper and watch his relaxed figure in the mirror laughing away to himself. You knew what he wanted but you were too stubborn to give him his satisfaction, it was a family trait it appeared as your brother was just as arrogant and stubborn. 

“Then you have to apologize,” he smiled innocently like his cock wasn’t strained against the fabric of his jeans and like you weren’t sitting like a pretty whore begging him to rearrange your organs. Kneeling with your back turned to him and your knee’s spread apart slightly, hands resting in the space between your legs and your puppy eye’s and glistening bottom lip jut out to beg like a hungry dog. 

He couldn’t see you himself but he could see it all in the mirror in front of you mounted on the wall and he bit his lip. He didn’t manage to notice your hands slip under your skirt behind you and slide your underwear off of you, landing in a small pile on the floor. You flip up your skirt and present your bare cunt glistening with your slick urging a soft groan from his throat. Your fingers travel up your thigh dipping between your folds and your thumb flicking over the sensitive button making you hum in blissful pleasure. Your small fingers pumped in and out of your pussy, digits gleaming with juices. 

You pulled them out and sucked on your wet fingers, tasting yourself while watching your boyfriend out of your peripherals, hand down his jeans and trying to discreetly pump his huge cock without you noticing.  You chuckle and swirl your tongue around the fingers deciding your next plan of action. 

You pulled your shirt off and unhooked your bra, the skirt being the only piece of clothing left and you leaned forward putting yourself on your hands and knees. “Come on. Don’t you want this... Daddy.” a growl comes from behind you and you’re pulled back so that you’re stretched, arms out in front of you and back arched up so that your cunt is directly in front of deku’s face. You wiggled your hips with a giggle when a sharp strike landed on your ass and you yelped, followed by a soft moan. 

He gripped your hips with one hand denting the flesh around his finger tips while his other stroked along your folds gently dipping his fingers in and out every time you made a noise just to pull back out and leave you unsatisfied. You wriggled trying to get out of his grasp and just pleasure yourself if that’s what it took but his hand was as tight as a vice and you worried that becoming an escape artist wouldn’t be worth the pain you’d end up in either from tumbling off the bed or his determination to keep a hold of you. 

Deku swiftly moved his thumb over your clit, circling the button slowly while stuffing 2 fingers in your hole, curling them quickly in a ‘come hither’ motion. The pads of his fingers grazed the spongy spot inside of you making you jolt with every curl and whine needily into the mattress as your stomach pooled with heat. “Gonna cum on my fingers baby?” his thumb sped up and you gasped, whipping your head up. Your chest began to heave and you nodded, biting on your lip hard enough to draw blood. 

your stomach tightened and your walls began to flutter around deku’s fingers signaling your oncoming release. He slowed his thumb and pulled his digits out of you leaning next to your ear and whispering, “tough shit.” 

Your eyes snapped open and you looked around wildly as if searching for your missing orgasm. “W-what”?” Your denied release fizzled away in your stomach and you pulled your knees under you so you were kneeling and shuffle around to face him. “Baby please make me cum I need it!” you whimpered, leaning your head against his hard chest, your own fingers beginning to doddle beneath your skirt. 

Your teasing was enough to encourage him again and he pushed you down gently, laying you on your back and spreading your legs, gripping the meat of your thigh as his lips caught yours in an intense kiss and you hurriedly pulled down his trousers and boxers in tow. 

His thick cock sprung out of his boxers standing to attention. Your small hand wrapped around the shaft and moved up and down slowly, your thumb swiped over the slit leaking pre-cum and he grunted bucking his hips in your hand. You come away from his length and draw your hand over his toned stomach tracing each muscle with a long fingernail that tickled.

“Patience daddy” a small giggle escapes your lips and you're pinned to the bed quickly, both wrists clasped together in one of Izuku’s dry, calloused hands and held above your head while Izuku rubs the head of his cock over your folds.

“You want it?” he asks inserting the tip and pulling out again drawing a moan out with it and jerk your hips up toward him. “Use your words honey I can’t give it to you if I don’t hear a yes” he hums next to your ear. 

Your wrists writhe in his hand and you nod “Yes! Please baby please I want you to fill me with your cum” the words echo off the wall and go straight to his cock, jumping in his hand. He pushed in quickly and you both moaned in unison, your head falling back into the pillow and deku buried his head in the crook of your neck kissing along your shoulders and up your jaw as his hips pummeled into you at inhumane speed. “Ah~ fuck deku your gonna rip me apart” your words are broken up by tumultuous moans that couldn’t be held back no matter how hard you bit your tongue. 

The burn of Deku's thick cock stretching you out again was blissful and the artful kisses he left behind were euphoric, seeping into your skin and lighting your veins on fire with pleasure filling them with napalm. “You feel so good honey. So warm and soft I could stay here all day. Cock buried in your perfect little pussy it’s like you were made to be my little sleeve” his words came out in a growl and you felt your stomach flip and tighten. His relentless thrusting left you hot like your fever pitch had turned into a real fever and you could feel your wrists redden and bruise as he grabbed them tighter with his oncoming release. 

“My hands deku” you chuckled and he let out a small gasp of panic letting go and used his hands to hold himself up, the right hand cupping your face and stroking your cheek like you were the most precious thing in the world to him despite his length ruthlessly tearing into you. 

“Sorry honey”

You shook your head afraid that if you spoke all that would come out would be high pitched squeals and broken moans getting caught in your throat. “Deku ‘m gonna cum fuck ahh.” you rocked your hips against his but he slowed his thrusting and you whimpered gazing at him with glassy eyes. 

“You can’t cum until you’ve apologised” he stated flicking your clit with his unoccupied hand and you squeaked pushing away from him with your feet.

“Apologise? Apologise for what!” you shout hitting his hard chest with an exhausted slap and his eyelids dropped to adorn a primal gaze watching you like pray. 

“Pushing me. And hitting me just now.” you crossed your arms and turned away making it clear you werent apologising. “Fine I guess i’ll just finish myself then” he pulled his cock out with a sigh leaving you feeling empty and you grabbed his large bicep staring at him desperately. 

“Fine! I’m sorry I'm sorry just please baby I need to cum so bad” you beg with misty eyes and he thrusts back in sharply eliciting a loud moan and a groan from his chest. “Fuck yes!” he thrusts into you forcefully the tip kissing your cervix and with every pull out he grazes the sweet spot inside your walls. His thumb circled your clit and he could feel your walls clamp around him making it slightly harder to move. 

“What a good girl. Gonna cum for me?” he praises and you nod with a whine and your hands dig into his back as your stomach tightened. 

And tightened 

And tightened

Until it snapped and you wailed into the air. Your back arched and head dropped into the pillow, your dark orbs rolled back into your head and deku could see the sweat collect on your brow as your vision clouded with white and your body went red hot. 

He kissed your forehead and kept thrusting into your exhaustion riddled body. “Well done honey” he smiled and thrusted a few more times before he quickly came painting your walls white and filling your womb with his thick hot cum. He must have been pent up as he kept cumming as he pulled out, his seed dripping out of your whole, sliding down your ass cheeks and the rest was spent on your stomach. 

“You did so well” he hummed quickly standing to grab a warm cloth from the master bathroom and wipe you down but the sight of his cum dripping out of you was almost enough to get him going again. He picked you up and laid you on the chaise beside the window while he fixed the bedsheets and duvet. Re-fluffing the pillows and propping them up the way you liked them.

You whined and stretched out for him making grabby hands at him “come cuddle me” you whisper and he smiles, nodding while he put you back on the bed under the warm blankets and climbed in beside you pulling your lassulus body into his and turning off the lamp. 

“I love you.” he mumbled into the top of your head and you smirked lightly. 

“I love you too”

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Chapter 1

A/N- I've teased y'all for so long I hope this series is going to live up to expectations, I'm confident it will though because I'm addicted and it's been super easy for me to write - I'm up to chapter 3 so far so updates can be on time! There's a slight age gap between my professor Hemsy and OC Jess but she's twenty and completely legal. You know this is gunna be a giant tease fest for the first couple of chapters cos that sexual tension is fucking gold 🥵

Summary- Jess meets the man of her dreams and then stupidly leaves without getting his number. Will fate bring them together again?

Word count- 1.5 K

Pairing- Professor!Chris Hemsworth x OC

Warnings- Swearing, age gap

18+ only!

Disclaimer: This is an entire work of fiction/AU and has no affiliation to real life what so ever! This is a fictional story about fictional characters who happen to share names and faces with some real people.

Posted: 5th August 2021

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Chapter 2

I pulled out a chair at the last available table in the unusually busy coffee shop, I thought I might've caught a break choosing the one outside of campus but alas I was wrong.

I was about to sit down when the chair opposite me slid out from under the table, my eyes lifted to meet with the most sparkly blue eyes i'd ever seen. The sight of him took my breath away. Literally.

I stood staring, frozen on the spot, my mouth slightly ajar as I looked him up and down. He was tall, so tall, definitely over 6ft and built like a dream. Thick thighs straining against his fitted trousers, wide muscular shoulders and I just knew there was a six-pack hiding behind that tight t-shirt. 

"Sorry. You were here first, I'll just grab a take-out." He smirked a side smile, amused at how I was so obviously checking him out but his sexy Australian accent distracted you from anything else.

"It's fine, I'm on my own. I don't mind if you want to sit there too." I mentally face palmed myself, drawing attention to the fact I was alone wasn't the best idea but then again he was alone too. "I don't bite." I added trying my best to flirt.

It seemed to work, he smiled at me as he sat down and I took the time to admire his handsome face. He was quite clearly a lot older than me, the laughter lines around his eyes a tell tale sign but he was still quite possibly the best looking man I'd ever laid eyes on. His hair was fair and the short beard framed his face perfectly but the one thing that stood out the most were those piercing ocean-blue eyes.

"So do you come here often?" I cocked my eyebrow at him over my coffee cup making him laugh at my reaction. "Sorry, it's been a while." He said nervously, running his hand through his hair.

"It's been a while since you spoke to a stranger or…?" I questioned casually.

"It's been a while since I spoke to an attractive woman." He finished, his eyes sparkling as he watched me almost choke on my drink.

"Oh, I err…. I don't think you're doing too badly." I absentmindedly circled my finger around the rim of my cup, crossing my leg over my other and accidently rubbing my foot up his leg. My cheeks felt hot and flushed as I looked up into his eyes and saw him smiling slyly.

"Evidently. We're already playing footsie under the table." He smiled widely, a genuine smile that stretched the corners of his mouth. I smiled back at him shyly, thinking of something to say to change the subject before I ended up looking like a tomato.

"What part of Australia are you from?"

"I'm originally from Melbourne but I lived in Byron Bay before I came to America." 

"Awesome. I've always wanted to go to Australia, the Spiders put me off though." 

"Yeah I think they put most people off but in heavily populated areas they stay pretty much hidden, I think it's the size that scare people." How have I made this conversation go from flirting to talking about spiders? And how do I get back to flirting?

"Are we still talking about spiders?" I raised my eyebrows questioningly and laughed at the innuendo, flicking my hair over my shoulder. I noticed something in his eyes when I did so, a hunger, just a little flash and then it was gone again. I'm sure I didn't imagine it though because his eyes lingered on my exposed shoulders.

I checked my watch subtly, not wanting him to think he was boring me but I had to get to class and couldn't be late again, not when this semester had only just started.

"I'm really sorry, I'm gonna have to run, I'm going to be late. It was really nice meeting you." I gathered up my bags, ready to leave.

"Already? You've only just got here." He looked disappointed, his smile fading. His mouth opened as if he was going to say something else and then closed again when he saw I was ready to leave. "It was really nice to meet you too, hopefully I'll see you again." His eyes sparkled as he looked into mine, standing from his chair to get the door for me. I felt fireworks when his hand brushed against the small of my back and his face lingered close to mine. The tension was unreal, like we were the only people in the room as his eyes hungrily stared into my soul, undressing me with his eyes. My heart stopped beating when his face moved closer to mine so I could feel his breath on my lips, the smell of coffee and his aftershave filling my nostrils. I paused, my feet routed to the spot, I wanted him to kiss me so badly but I moved away at the last minute. Surely he wasn't actually going to kiss me, we'd only just met, that would be ridiculous. Wouldn't it?

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I spent most of class daydreaming about my tall handsome stranger and the way he looked at me but most of all how I didn't even get his name. Or his number.

Now I was feeling sorry for myself because it would just be my luck to meet the man of my dreams and then never see him again. So I'd moped about all day and avoided the invitations for drinks after class. Instead I'd

gotten home early, changed into some sweats and settled myself in front of the TV for the night.

"What's up with your face?" My roommate, Ellie said as she walked into our room, throwing her bags onto her bed.

"What're you talking about?" 

"Your face. Looks like you're chewing on a wasp."

"Feeling sorry for myself." I pout pathetically.

"Why, what've you done now?" She rolled her eyes, kicking off her shoes and throwing her legs up onto the bed. I felt so lucky to have a roommate like Ellie, during our freshman year she'd become my best friend practically straight away and now after two years together we were practically sisters.

I sat up in bed cross legged and faced Ellie, getting myself ready to spill my misfortunes of the day with her.

"Well, I went to Impresso's this morning to get my morning coffee before class." She nodded, showing her enthusiasm by also sitting cross legged on her own bed, facing me. "And it was packed full of students, there was only one table left. So I went to grab it as soon as I could." She raised her eyebrow at me, wondering where I was going with the story. "And I kid you not, the most attractive man I have ever seen, pulls out the chair opposite me." 

"Oh my god! No way. Did you talk? Oh my god, this is like the perfect chick flick. Carry on." I smiled at her excitement.

"I told him I didn't mind if he sat there, I mean of course I didn't mind, you should've seen him El. Oh, oh, oh I almost forgot" I flapped my hands, bouncing on the spot. "He was fucking Australian."

"Fuck off, you're lying. Drop dead gorgeous with the sexiest accent ever. How is this even real? Now remind me why you're sat there with a face like a slapped arse?" 

"I panicked when I had to leave, didn't want to be late for class and I didn't get his number, didn't even give him chance to ask for mine." 

"Wow! Ok, now I understand. What were you thinking?"

"I wasn't thinking, I was panicking and you know what I'm like when I panic." You sulk.

"It's ok, maybe you'll bump into him again."

"Yeah, right. I should be so lucky."

"Cheer up." she says throwing a cushion at me. "There's a party at Alpha Kappa this weekend, I'm sure we can find you someone to help get over your mystery man. Or under should I say?" She raised her eyebrow at me, smiling slyly and making me laugh. She always did know how to cheer me up and maybe a party is what I needed.

There must be some good looking boys around campus that could make me forget about my Australian hunk. Surely? I thought about the guys I'd seen around campus, the guys I'd seen at frat parties and that's definitely not what I wanted. How could a twenty year old boy match to the masculine, experienced man I met this morning. My mind was set, I'd dipped my feet ever slightly into the mature pool and that's what I wanted more than anything. There was always something missing with previous boyfriends and I was tired of all the game playing. I wanted someone who knew what they wanted and wasn't afraid to get it.

The only thing was, he didn't know I was only twenty and I had no way of finding him again. If fate did bring us back together, would he mind that I was still a student? That I couldn't even drink when we went on dates? 

Who am I kidding? Of course he would mind, he could get any woman he wanted, why would he want me?

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Prank Backfired

Summary: This idiot plays too much.

Christopher Jamal Evans x Black Reader

Warnings: cursing, weaponry, mentions of cheating, threats of christopher jamal evans' life.

Chris, the most mischievous man you know, decided to upgrade that status and play a prank on you. A stupid one might you add.

You walk through the door after a long day of work. Even though you loved what you did and it paid amazing money, it could drain the hell out of you. You set everything down and kick off your shoes in the hall, heading towards the couch and plopping down.

Chris comes through into the living room and identically plops down beside you. You slackly move over to kiss him.

"Hey bubba", you say, but before you could reach his lips, he quickly leans back with a hardened look on his face. Confused you lean back as well.

"Chris, what's wrong?" He takes a deep breath, which does not help your racing heartbeat whatsoever, and starts talking.

"I'm just gonna be straight with it. I've been seeing this girl, well sleeping with her, for a few weeks now."

If looks could kill, you'd be sentenced life without parole for murder in the first, second and third degree. But hearing his words had you feeling all types of emotions. Angry, hurt, confused, flabbergasted, scared even, just to name a few.

"It was eating me up inside and I just had to come out and say it. I couldn't hold it from you anymore." He was fiddling with his hands and not even looking at you. It was quite strange because if he had something important to tell you, he would always look you in the eye.

"Who is she? Do I know her?" Your leg is bouncing and you're cracking your knuckles trying to hold it together.

"It was that waitress from Durty Nelly's on Blackstone. When you went to the bathroom, she slipped me her number."

"That bleach blonde, trailer-park trash, cousin-fucking tramp with those ugly cut out shorts and uneven boobs?" Oh there was no way in hell he cheated on you with that. Something was up.

But then you remembered. You never went to that bathroom because ew. You were considering it and you got up only to make 2 steps before sitting back down. And that girl was 2 booths down from y'all. There was no way she 'slipped him her number'. This motherfucker was lying.

"Yep.." he bites both lips. "That's her. Look babe, I'm sorry. I truly am. I don't know what I was doing. You know I have a habit on hopping from one thing to another." The fucking nerve of this fool. He finally looks at you and he honestly deserves all his success because he's really pulling this prank off.

"Well, I don't really have anything to say to you right now. I'm just gonna get my shit and go. You cheat on me with the literal definition of vile and expect me to forgive you like that? I mean out of all the people in this world, Christopher."

Still playing into his prank, you get up and walk towards the bedroom. He follows suite, totally thinking he's the shit pulling one on you, but things were about to get interesting. You turn into the bedroom going straight for the closet.

"Listen Y/N, I don't want to lose you okay? I just can't seem to let go of her. She's addicting, if I'm being honest." You just shake your head and chuckle. If you didn't know this was a prank, he'd probably be in intensive care right now.

"Baby boy, that is fine. You don't gotta worry about me anymore."

You move around his duffle bag and your never ending boxes of shoes until you find the one box you're looking for. You pull out the Yatch Club Vans box and set it on the island in the closet.

"You know, I don't know how you could cheat on me. I mean, besides the fact that I'm literally the best person over, look at me. Look at this fine black queenyou got standing infront of you. This shape is unique and very much rare. It don't get no better than this, honey. That's a fact."

You open the box and stare at your Glock 19. Yes, you had a gun. No, he didn't know about it. But he was about to find out now. You pull it out and insert the magazine. In the process, you hear Chris very audibly gasp and you smirk to yourself.

"Y/N Y/MN Y/LN! What the hell are you doing with a gun?" He absentmindedly backs up out of fear, for you were a very unpredictable person that it was actually scary.

"At first it was just for safety. I learned how to use it and everything. But since my mans wants to go out and have an affair, don't you think we should end it with something for you to truly remember me by?" By the time you're done talking, the gun is loaded and ready to be used. Only you had it on safety, of course.

"Babe listen calm down. For real Y/N. Look okay I was just joking. It's-it's just a prank. I didn't cheat I swear!" He has his hands up like he's surrendering, but pushing you away. Probably because you have the gun pointing to him. Gosh, this was so fun.

"Yeah sure it is. You can't even lie right. Well, one of us isn't making it out alive and I'm sure it's the one without the gun." You evilly smile and move closer to him. You lowkey feel really bad because your puppy is legitimately scared out of his little mind.

"Baby please listen to me. I was just joking! I would never cheat on you. I mean look at you. Why would I want that walking Pacific Ocean when I have you? I would never hurt you like that. You gotta believe me. I promise, just put the gun down please."

You tried to hold on for a few more minutes, but he was near tears and it tugged at your soft heart. You lower the gun and take it back apart.

"That didn't feel so good did it? I knew it was a prank. I just wanted to get you back." You close the box and put it back in it's place. You turn to him with your hands on your hips.

"Y/N, that wasn't funny. Why would you do that?" He moves closer to you, now angry. But oh well.

"That feeling that you had in your chest, that anxiety and fear. That's what I was feeling when you told me you cheated. You know I have trust issues and that wasn't funny at all. I wanted you to feel the same way. Maybe I went too far, but it's a done deal now."

You brush past him and back into the room. When you get into it, he is right behind you and grabbing your arm.

"I'm honestly sorry okay. I was just messing around and I wasn't being considerate of your feelings. I didn't think it would affect you like this. I didn't mean to put you in that position." You smile at his apology, knowing he was truly sorry.

"I will admit, I went a little overboard, knowing full well it was a prank from the start. You're a smart man. You know what you got right here." You trail your hands down your body playfully and pose. He giggles and wraps his large biceps around you.

"I won't do this again. I promise." He leans down and connects your lips, finally giving you what you wanted since you stepped foot in the door. You pull back and look up at him.

"To redeem yourself, you can order me take out and grab that foot massager I just bought and get to work, peasant," you giggle out while he rubs your sides.

"Your wish is my command." He grovels at your feet.

"As it should." And with that you sashay away like that HBIC you were 💅🏾.

This scenario came up in my head this morning and I wrote all of it tonight. How great is that? Now I shall work on my Andy Barber fic 😌

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Love On-Set (Pt. 10 of 10)

Pairing: Dacre Montgomery X Reader

Word count: 1.2 K

Summary: You knew acting on Stranger Things season 3 would be a challenge, and you also knew, from the start, you'd have to work closely with Dacre Montgomery. But is wasn't a big deal for you, since this is your job and you're determined to act professionally. You had it all figured out, or so you thought, until the moment you were out face to face with Dacre. Then, this job became a lot harder than it was supposed to be, since you can't seem to focus whenever you're around Dacre. And you'll have to be around him a lot until the end of production.

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What Comes Next...

The last three months have been hectic, in between shooting the last scenes of season three, the premiere, and the interviews that always follow. The Internet is going insane because not only Billy, one of the villains from season 2 changed and got a love interest, but you and Dacre, outside of the cameras, are together. The fans absolutely love it. But after the events and all the talk shows and YouTube channels wanting you both for a meeting, you had to call it out eventually and head back home.

It's not that you don't like it, the attention and the fans all rooting for your relationship, but you also like the private life, the one you get to share with Dacre alone, as well as your friends and families. But not everything is broadcasted. This moment is an example of that.

Seated on the sand, you watch the sun rising, casting its light on LA, lighting up the blue sky, mixed with the ocean ahead of you. Both your cellphones were left at your place, and the beach is empty. This moment belongs to you alone. Well, to you and the paparazzi that took a few pictures of you some minutes ago, but he's gone now.

“What are your plans after season four?” Dacre asks, his deep, strong voice being carried by the fresh morning wind.

Billy and Amy survived, unlike Hopper and Heather. It was a pleasant surprise you only found the day before shooting the last scenes of the Battle of Starcourt. And of course, you're already down for the next season, and everything you know so far is that Billy and Amy left with the Byers, and are now in an established relationship. The rest will only come when you get the script, which will take several months. “Uhm... Season five if the characters make it that far.”

“Uhm... And after that?”

Giving Dacre a glance, you wonder where he's going with this. Season four is only due to next year, and the production won't start in at least five or six months. “I don't know. Some studios are calling me but I'm not interested in the roles they have. What about you?”

“I'm thinking of holding to Stranger Things only.” He shrugs his shoulders, leaning closer to place a quick kiss on your lips. “Then I want to make a pause. Settle down, focus on my personal life.”

“Sounds good.” Raising an eyebrow, you can't help but ask. “And am I on this personal life thing?”

“Only if you want to.”

Blushing, you bite your lip. “Only if I want to.” You repeat, the wind suddenly stronger, messing with your hair. “I think I do, Mr. Montgomery.”

“There's something else I've been meaning to ask you.” His voice gets serious, and he pulls away so he can stare into your eyes.

“What is it?”

“I was thinking about going to Australia.” Dacre starts, holding your hand in his. “My family still lives there and I want to formally introduce you to them, not only through video calls. And there's a lot of places I'd love to show you.”

Oh... That's something. “I'd absolutely love to go, Dacre. Just tell me when and for how long.”

“That's the thing...”

“What's the thing?”

“I was thinking about staying there... Until the shooting for the next season starts.” There's insecurity in his voice and you know why. Dacre was only renting this house in LA because of the show, but his home is in Australia. “But honestly, going back there, and staying literally half a world apart from you is too much.”

“Yeah, I'd hate it too...” Holding your hair so it'll stay away from your face, you look at the ocean. “But this is... Something. I mean, I could rent a place near yours and–”

“We literally shared the hotel room, and now I either spend the days here or you stay at my place, so I guess that would go on for a few weeks until you decide to just stay with me.” Dacre has this cocky tone and a smirk, so you playfully punch his arm.

“Oh, don't tease me!” A small fight, filled with giggles start, as you try to slap him. But Dacre easily holds your arms, and suddenly, he pushes you down until you're lying down on the sand with him hovering above you. “I'll go with you.” You burst out because the possibility of not going didn't even cross your mind. “But only if you give me that amazing massage in the back after the flight because I know it takes like 48 hours to get there.”

“If we're lucky we can find a 24 hours flight.” When the wind pushes some hair over your face, Dacre moves it away before leaning down to kiss you, slow and passionate. “But yes, I'll give you all the massages you want when we get there.”

“You should really be more careful with the things you promise, sweetheart.” You tease, pushing him off of you. “So. When do we leave?”

“What about next week? Enough time to buy the tickets, pack everything, and to enjoy LA a little longer.”

“Speaking about enjoying LA...” Smiling, you stand up, taking off your shoes. “I'll go for a swim.”

“Babe... You can't swim.” Dacre keeps the half-smile as you walk backwards, eyes on him as you move closer to the water.

“Yes. I really wish I had a strong boyfriend to help me out but apparently–” You stop talking when he stands up, walking fast until he reaches you, and in a swift motion, he lifts you up, parting your legs so they'll be around his waist.

“You were saying..?”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you giggle when the waves start hitting your back, soaking your clothes. “I was saying I do have a strong boyfriend.”

“Interesting how you change your mind so quickly.” You feel when his feet stop reaching the bottom, and the two of you just stand there, floating, and despite knowing you could die here, you feel safe with Dacre.

“It's gonna be amazing, you know... Australia. The two of us.” You mumble, a hand caressing his cheek. “I am quite scared of the wild animals they have there, but I know you'll protect me.”

“I sure will. I did save you from a freaking Mind Flayer, didn't I?”

Giggling, you nod. “That you did.”

With the calming waves surrounding you, you kiss him, deep and sweet. It tastes salty from the water, but soon enough the taste of his lips overcome everything. And it also tastes like promises, spoken and unspoken. And you know that wherever you are, here or on the other side of the world, you will be fine, and happy, and safe. With Dacre, you don't have to be afraid of what you feel anymore, you can just let it out. You can trust him with your whole heart.

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