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sluts4matt · 3 months

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okay, i feel like this could be crazy? please take this any direction you want. like reader is at a party (like tara’s party) and her and chris get in a fight over a photo that was posted during the party. this has been on the mind, and im just not the correct person to execute this idea. but please take this any direction and change anything, please and thank you! i love your work please keep posting 🫶🏻

JEALOUS

pairing: rough!dom chris x sub!reader

summary: a picture of you a little to close to another guy at tara's 1 milli party is posted on the internet. chris does NOT like that at all and has to teach you a lesson.

warnings: SMUT, rough sex, spanking, degradation, daddy kink, dirty talk, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected sex, light bondage, blindfolding, choking, orgasm denial, pet names, slight dumbification (because i love it so much ), light fluff at the end

word count: 1652

author's note: i really hope i did your request justice @lovelysturniolos i HAD to feed into everyone saying chris and tara would look cute, i'm sorry, sue me. kind, constructive criticism welcome.

"what the fuck is this?" your boyfriend, chris, asks holding his phone to you. his tone wasn't an amused one which was very unlike him. "what?" you mumble, furrowing your eyebrows as you bring yourself closer to his phone.

the two of you had the house to yourself for the evening, and currently sat on the couch in the living room. you looked at the picture, you were wearing your sparkly black dress, the fabric hugging you just right.

you hand was placed on some guys arm. why? you were absolutely hammered and ended up trying to make chris jealous out of your own jealousy. he had been close to tara almost all night, and while his attention was on you, part of you seemed to think he'd rather pay it to her.

you and chris had ended up losing each other within two hours of being there. but when you found him, and he was talking to tara with tha big ass grin of his. the one he always gives you. you couldn't stand it.your hand immediately found the guy nearest you, batting your eyelashes at him while you giggled at the jokes he told.

all in hopes that chris would look over and see, but he never did.

guess a picture was taken though, so you'd still technically be getting what you want. "who the fuck is that guy? huh?" chris demands. "honestly chris? couldn't tell you," you shrug. "but it was someone who was nice to me while my boyfriend was off with another chick," you mumble the last bit, but chris catches it.

the dry chuckle that leaves his mouth sends shivers down your spine, and the way he was staring at you made your stomach feel tight. "i don't give a fuck about tara," he says.

"really? coulda fooled me," you retort. chris' jaw clenched, and he stood up from the couch, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you off the couch.

"where are we going?" you ask as you try to keep up with his large strides. "i'm gonna fuck some sense into you," he states. "and then, we're going to have a little chat about who the fuck you belong to," he tells you, opening the door to his (your shared) bedroom and shoving you inside.

"chris-" "strip," he says, cutting you off. his voice was stern, and left no room for arguments. he walked over to the closet, grabbing the silk ties and blindfolds that sat in a box on the top shelf. you stripped your clothes, watching chris as he got into the box.

"hands behind your back," he commands, walking over to you. "chris-" "shut the fuck up," he snaps. "unless you're gonna say the safeword, please, shut the fuck up," he repeats. you nod your head.

he places the tie over your eyes, and brings your hands behind your back, tying them together. "get on the bed," he tells you, smacking your ass as you walk towards the bed.

you climb onto the bed, sitting in the middle of the mattress. "chris, i-" you're cut off by chris' hand covering your mouth. "if you're gonna be using that mouth, it's gonna be for something useful ma," he tells you. "so, either stop talking, or put that fucking mouth to work," he says.

you nod your head, and chris removes his hand from your mouth. "yes daddy," you mumble. "what was that baby?" he asks, knowing he heard you. "yes daddy," you speak up, earning a satisfied hum from chris.

"that's more like it," he says, taking his shirt off, and kicking his sweats and boxers off. he grabs a pillow from the head of the bed, and puts it under your knees.

"open your mouth," he tells you. and you obey, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. chris grabs the base of his cock and guides it into your mouth.

you swirl your tongue around the tip, kitty licking it. chris grabs the back of your head, and pushes himself into your mouth until he hits the back of your throat. "fuck, your mouth feels so fucking good ma," he says, moving his hips and thrusting into your mouth.

he pulls himself out, and smacks your face with his cock a few times. he rubs his tip along your lips, smearing pre-cum all over them. "such a pretty fucking face," he muses, shoving his cock back into your mouth.

he groans as you take him back in, hollowing your cheeks as you suck him off. "fucking choke on it baby," he groans, pushing your head further down until his cock hit the back of your throat, over and over again.

you gag on his dick, tears beginning to leak from your eyes, dampening the fabric of the blindfold. saliva dripped down the corners of your mouth.

"fuck, i'm close," he moans. you move your head faster, bobbing your head, gagging and choking on his cock. "shit baby, that's it. gonna cum down that pretty fucking throat," he moans.

he pushes your head down again, and holds you there, letting his cum paint the inside of your throat. "fuck, fuck," he breathes, his chest heaving. he wraps your head in a makeshift ponytail around his hand tugging your head back.

he admires the way the black blindfold contrasts against your tan skin, "so pretty baby, too bad you thought you had to make me jealous to get my fucking attention." he says.

he takes his cock from your mouth and wipes the remaining saliva and cum off on your cheek. "now, i'm gonna fuck some sense into you, and after that, we're gonna talk about why it is you're my fucking girl," he says, pulling you up and positioning you how he wants.

his favorite position had your ass up in the air and your cheek pressed against the mattress. he rubbed your right ass cheek before raising his hand and landing a hard smack down on it. the sound echoed in the room, and the stinging sensation had you moaning because of the pain and pleasure.

"this ass, mine," he says, landing a few more harsh slaps down. "this pussy, mine," he continues, sliding his cock between your folds and pressing the tip at your entrance. "mhm, fuck," you gasp, as chris pushes himself into your cunt.

his right hand finds its way in-between your shoulder blades, shoving you down further as his left hand has a steady grip on your hip. his hips smack against your ass, the sound echoing throughout the room, accompanied by his groans and grunts and your loud moans. "i wanna hear how good my cock is," chris tells you.

"fuck daddy, so big. feels so fucking good," you moan, gripping the silk fabric tied around your wrists. "so fucking tight, ma," he says, his right hand sliding down to grab the fabric tied around your wrists.

he tugs your body back, forcing himself deeper into your cunt, causing your breath to catch in your throat. his hips move a million miles an hour, chasing his release, choked whines left your mouth that had you gasping for air, drool running down your chin.

"so fucking pathetic, look at ya," he chuckles, watching as you come undone underneath him. "such a whiny bitch, can't even speak." he tugs on the tie again, pulling you up. his left hand slides up to wrap around your neck, squeezing lightly.

"gonna cum daddy," you babble, your high approaching. "no you're not," chris says, denying you of your orgasm. he pushes you back down, pounding into you with no mercy, "chris," you whine. "wanna act like a slut to get my attention, gonna get treated and used like one."

"fuck daddy," you whine, the knot in the pit of your stomach becoming tighter. "chris, please, need to cum," you beg. he moves his left hand up to grip the hair at the base of your skull, "don't you fucking dare," he threatens.

"gotta earn it baby," he tells you. "how do you earn daddy's permission?" he asks.

"please," you moan, unable to think of anything else to say. "not what i'm looking for," he says, bringing his hand down on your ass, leaving a red handprint on your skin. "fuck," you hiss. "daddy," you cry. "please, please, fuck," you beg.

"that's more like it," he grunts. he leans over your body, his left hand reaching up to hold the headboard while his right stays in the same place.

"go on then, cum on my cock," he whispers, biting down on your earlobe, tugging on it. his words send you over the edge, and you come undone underneath him. your pussy spasms around his cock, squeezing and clenching, milking his orgasm from him.

he fills your cunt up, coating your walls white. his thrusts become slower, and the grip he has on your body is softer, until he stops altogether, and pulls out of you.

"good girl," he praises, running his thumb along your entrance, catching the mixture of both of your orgasms and bringing it to his mouth. he sucks the digit clean, humming at the taste.

he lays down next to you, pulling you into him, "now, who do i belong too?" he asks, holding you close. "me," you answer. "mm, and who do you belong too?" he asks, kissing your head. "you," you reply, leaning up to kiss him.

"good girl," he hums, placing a kiss on your nose. "want me to doordash panda express princess?" he asks, nuzzling his face into the conjunction of your jaw and neck. he peppered small kisses making you giggle. "nap first," you tell him.

he nods his head, grabbing the blanket and draping it over the both of you. he presses a final kiss to your temple, whispering, "i love you baby," before the two of you drift off.

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shotmrmiller · 3 months

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I do love that when people write about toxic Simon and soap there's price to comfort the reader...

Yet...

What if is price the toxic one for once?

Seriously the fics with toxic!price are really low and I think it's sad.

That man is probably the worst on crimes among them...

His personality is like a good mentor, yet there's more. I see him as an enigma...

Anyway I was just curious about your view?

OK!

yes!

he's not the blatant toxic like simon is. he's not the crazy-eyed masked creep with the bloodied shirt standing under a flickering street light like simon.

so i can see him in two ways. either he's a gaslighty manipulator who will coo sweet words and have the most gentle, reverent touch during sex only for him to be putting his coat back on within seconds of finishing. like his spend is still warm and dripping down your thighs but he's already grabbing his keys off the kitchen table. if you ask him to stay he's just like, "can't do tha', love. got somewhere to be. see you next week though, yeah?" and then leaves fucking money on that same table lmaooo im gonna throw up

or he's the type to let you fuck around because you will find out. like play your little games, wear yourself out. just don't be surprised that bloke you're flirting with ends up with missing hands (if he touched you). he will talk to you like you're stupid, so demeaning and terrible. "you knew better, didn't you? actions have consequences, love, it's time you learnt tha'."

like the neighbors love him. he's so kind, he helps with the yardwork and goes to church every sunday but they don't know that he broke the collarbone of the mailman cuz he greeted you good morning in a tone price didn't appreciate.

blargh, he's great. such malevolence beneath his ordinary exterior.

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fallingformatt · 2 days

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FIRST GLANCE M.S.

Matt x fem!reader

summary: while walking to the bar with your best friend you accidentally bump into Matt, then later you unexpectedly bump into him again, leading the two of you to do unholy things.

warnings: FILTHY ASS SMUTTT!!! unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), fingering, overstimulation, slight degradation, slight praising.

word count: 2.9k

a/n: Thank all of you so much for the love on the last post, as I started writing literally so recently it means a lot to me. Also these scenarios keep popping up in my head and I write them down immediately and just work on them till I’m finished, so yea Im posting three days in a row. THIS IS SO GOOD DOE, not proofread.

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"But I have nothing to wear," I whine as I plop down on my best friend's bed. She really wanted us to go out to this cute bar she found on TikTok.

"Wait, I have something in my closet perfect for you," she said excitedly, pulling out a black mini dress. "It's just a black mini dress, what so special about it?" I ask with a confused look plastered on my face. "It's not the dress that's perfect," she says as she starts to dig around her closet again. "It's what you're going to wear with it," she exclaims.

"Found it," she says and excitement can be heard in her voice. She pulls out a box that has 'GUCCI' written on it. She pulls off the lid and there are a pair of tights in there. "Oh those are really pretty," I say as she opens the packaging for the first time. "That's not the end of it," she says swiftly turning around as she gets on her tippy toes to reach the highest shelf of her closet.

She manages to reach and pull out this little, red shoulder bag that screams money. "See it's not always about what you're wearing, sometimes it's about how you accessorize," she says happily clapping her hands together.

We both do our makeup and our hair while listening to music, chitchatting, and drinking some wine. As I finish my makeup and hair I get up to put on the outfit my best friend picked out for me. "Be careful with the tights, don't ruin them," she turns her head and says. "Don't worry, I won't, thank you for the cute outfit," I answer. "Glad to get you out of the house," she says as she also stands up finished with her makeup, and takes her clothes to change into.

We both step out of the house, ready to go to the bar, enjoy a few drinks, and maybe take some cute pictures for Instagram.

The city is lively, people walking down the streets, the sun almost gone, as the streets get darker. A bit tipsy from the wine we had, we walked, headed to the bar as it's not far from her place, our elbows intertwined as we continue to talk about everything that comes to our minds occasionally letting out a small laugh when one of us tells a joke.

My head is turned to my friend as she's retelling the story about her most stupid hookup, and I can't stop laughing. One moment I'm laughing about my friend's story and the next I feel myself trip over a pebble as I lose my balance. My body doesn't meet the ground, instead, it meets someone's chest. I quickly lean back to stand on my own feet again. I look up and my eyes meet the most beautiful guy I've ever seen. I look at him as I study his features, the fluffy hair, the silver earrings, his light stubble, and finally my eyes meet his, his icy blue eyes I could drown in.

I snap back to reality as I hear his voice "You okay there?" he says, his voice just as attractive as his looks. "Yeah sorry," I say as my friend pulls me to her. "Come on let's go," she says still holding onto my elbow and we walk past this beautiful stranger. As we're walking, I turn my head back to look at him and our eyes meet for the last time as we walk further away from each other, both walking in opposite directions.

We get to the bar and order some drinks, we sit down and look around. The bar really is cute, the ceiling is covered in flowers giving the place a fairytale vibe. I look to my side and notice this huge mirror that's covered in pink bows. "We have to take a picture there," I say as my eyes light up.

We're now 3 drinks into the evening and the guy from earlier crosses my mind. His face, his voice, his eyes. I could imagine him in between my legs as he eats me out giving me pleasure out of this world.

"Hello, are you listening to me?" my friend asks as she waves her hand in front of my face. I snap back to reality and look at her. "Did you hear anything I just said?" She asks. "You cockblocked me," I say furrowing my brows. "What do you mean?" She asks confused. "The guy I bumped into, he was totally into me," I say confidently. "Oh come on, that interaction lasted 2 seconds," she said laughing. "It was enough to make me understand that I need to be dicked down tonight," I answer. "Do you want to go to the club?" She asks. I nod my head happily. We finish our drinks and head out.

We walked around 5 minutes before we were in front of the club's door. Loud music can be heard as we walk in, lights shooting and changing color as we walk deeper into the club. My friend takes my hand as she pulls me into the dance floor. "This is my song," she exclaims as we both start dancing.

Feeling the light buzz the alcohol gave me, I close my eyes and move my hips to the rhythm of the song. I put up my hands as I get lost in the song dancing my heart out.

When the song finishes and I open my eyes, my best friend is nowhere to be seen. I try to move past all the people on the dance floor in an attempt to look for her.

As I walk towards the bar, I feel my ass brush against someone trying to get past the crowd. I turn around and look up. My eyes widen, not believing who I'm looking at.

It's the guy from earlier, the one who broke my trip and didn't let me fall to the ground. His eyes meet mine as a lustful smile appears on my lips.

"You really like to touch me don't you," the pretty boy says. "What are you doing here?" I ask. "Well, what do people usually do at the club?" He answers my question with a rhetorical question.

"Thanks for not letting me fall earlier," I say as I brush his chest over the place I bumped into. "You have to be more careful, watch where you're stepping, it could've been a stinky homeless guy, instead of me that you bumped into, I'm Matt by the way," he says, his charming voice making my knees weak.

"You wanna go dance?" I ask him, and without hesitation, he takes my hand and pulls me into the crowd at the dance floor.

We dance in sync as Matt's hands are placed on my hips guiding them side to side as my ass is brushing against his jeans, my one hand bent backward wrapped around the nape of his head.

I feel myself getting wet as I feel his hands starting to roam around my body, touching me in all the right places. I begin to grind my ass against his crotch feeling his dick getting hard as he lets out a hot breath in my ear.

Now one of his hands has traveled to my inner thigh as the other one keeps resting on my hip slowly guiding it up and down his hard, clothed cock. He sneaks his hand under my short dress, moving closer to my heat. His thumb starts to move in circles on my clit as his ring and middle finger move up and down over my clothed folds. I let out a moan as the pleasurable sensation entered my body. I throw back my head resting it on Matt's shoulder.

I feel Matt's hand suddenly stop, as he spins me around. "Follow me," he says when he leaned in closer to my ear so I'd be able to hear him over the loud music. His voice was dark, filled with lust.

Matt took my wrist and quickly led me to the bathrooms, he approached a door with a 'staff only' sign on it. When he pulled the handle I thought it would be locked, but it wasn't. We went in and it was as dim almost as the nightclub itself only a few colored lights giving the bathroom enough light to see where everything was. It was a big one toilet bathroom though, but it's still weird that the staff would have to do their business practically in the dark.

I snap out of my thoughts as I hear Matt closing the door behind him and turning the lock. He looked at me, his icy blue eyes were now dark, filled with hunger. He takes my hand and pulls me close, smashing his lips onto mine and his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth. His hands travel around my body stopping at my ass, he grabs hard on it.

Without breaking the kiss he lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. I let out a moan feeling the cold buckle of his belt against my heat. He walks over to the counter where the sink is located and sits me down.

He breaks the kiss and looks me in my eyes, slowly kneeling down. His head is now on one level with my throbbing pussy. "Please," is all I manage to blur out.

I feel his cold fingertips trace along my thigh as he stops at my core, rubbing circles on my clit and I let out a loud moan. With one sharp movement, I hear the tights rip making me feel the cold countertop on my bare skin as the tights now have huge runs in them.

Matt's hands guide my legs on top of his shoulders, he pulls me closer giving him better access to my pussy, making me lean against the mirror that was on the wall behind the counter. I let out a whine as I felt two of his cold fingers moving my thong to the side now giving him full access to my dripping hole.

Matt looks up at me before moving closer, placing a trail of kisses from my thigh to my sensitive bud, causing my fingers to intertwine with his fluffy hair. He sticks out his tongue and starts licking circles around my clit. I roll my eyes to the back of my head. I feel his cold fingers pressing against my pussy, teasing me. "I need you," I manage to whimper under my breath and without any hesitation I feel his fingers push deep inside me, his cold rings pressed outside of my pussy.

I moan out loudly as his tongue and his fingers move in a rhythm giving me unimaginable pleasure. His fingers curled inside of me, places so deep I could never reach them on my own, his other hand holding a tight grip on my thigh. I feel a knot forming in my stomach. "Cl- close," I whimper out not able to say anything else.

His fingers slide out of my pussy and his tongue replaces them. Curling his tongue in my hole, I gasp out of the intense pleasure, Matt's now free hand traveling to my other thigh, holding on to it.

My sloppy moans fill the room as the pleasure is too much for me and I can't find the room to take in a full breath. "I'm about to cum," I moan out. He hums against my pussy, his tongue still in me curling inside of me. His voice sending vibrations through my core is enough for me to reach my climax. I let out a loud moan as I tug on his hair hard, bucking up my hips and rinding out my high.

Matt continues to move his tongue inside of me making my legs shake as the overstimulation rushes over me. My moans turn into loud pants, trying to catch my breath. My legs shake uncontrollably as his movements don't stop and he continues to curl his tongue, moving it in and out of me.

I try to move my legs, but Matt tightens his grip around my thighs, his short nails digging into my skin as I let out a hiss. I feel another orgasm coming, legs still shaking. "Don- pl- don't sto-" I try to speak in between my attempts to get some air in my lungs. I feel my vision getting blurry as I feel tears forming in my eyes from the intense pleasure.

My eyes roll to the back of my head as I feel Matt's thumb drawing circles on my clit. This is enough to send me over the edge and I squeeze Matt's head in between my shaking thighs as I cum for the second time.

I ride out my high and Matt stands up, his lips shining a bright red color. "You taste so sweet, I could eat you out all night," he says before kissing me and pulling on my bottom lip with his teeth.

"Get down," he says and yanks me by my wrists. As my feet meet the floor, I instantly lose balance as I'm not able to hold myself up on my own, still unable to fully breathe. Matt catches me, quickly turning me, my back facing him, and bending me over, pushing me against the counter.

I hear him unbuckling his belt before his pants fall to the ground. I look back at him and see him pulling down his boxers. He pushes my dress up revealing my almost bare ass as the only thing covering it is tights with huge runs and now holes in them.

I feel a sting as Matt slaps my ass making me moan out in pleasure. He pulls my thong to the side and without any warning he grabs my ass lifting it up before pushing his dick deeply inside of me, immediately kissing my g-spot on the first thrust. I let out a loud pornographic moan.

"Shit you feel so good around my cock baby," Matt moans, one of his hands placed on my lower back, the other traveled to my hair, weaving his hand around them to make a ponytail.

As he continues to plant deep, hard thrusts in me, he yanks my hair causing my head to tilt back, he leans in and places a kiss on my lips as his other hand now firmly holds onto my jaw.

"You're such a good girl for me, fuck," Matt growls breaking the contact between our lips, throwing his head back as his mouth falls open, his chest unevenly rising up and down.

Both of our heavy pants and moans are now filling the room. "Ahh fuck princess, you feel so tight, I'm about to cum," Matt moans out. My walls clench around his twitching cock as I also feel my orgasm coming, I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out, just a high-pitched whimper.

"Look at you, you're so pathetic, can't even say anything, I have fucked you dumb," he says and I hear how smug his voice is.

Matt thrusts a few more times before I feel my orgasm taking over me, and my legs again begin to shake. "Oh fuck," Matt moans out as he thrusts deeply painting my walls with his cum. He lets go of my hair as he pats my head "You're such a good girl," Matt says.

Matt pulls out his cock and pulls the dress over my ass pulling up his boxers and his jeans. I try to stand up feeling dizzy and lightheaded from the slightest movement. I lose my balance and Matt catches me once again. "Awww, I have really done a number on you, haven't I?" He asks teasingly, I just nod as I don't have the strength to answer.

Matt leads me to sit down on the toilet before he returns to the sink, and wets his hands under the cold, running water. He walks over to me and places one of his wet, cold hands at the nape of my neck and the other one on my cheek to help me come back to my senses.

We stand there like that for a while before he wipes the mascara that had run down my cheeks with his wet thumb while looking down at me giving me a warm smile, leaning down, and pressing a kiss on my forehead.

"How you feeling?" he asks innocently as if he didn't just fuck my brains out. "Better, I think I'm ready to go," I say as I stand up. We head to the door and I lead the way, unlocking the door we go out.

I see my best friend, she notices me too and rushes over, "What happened, where were you, I was searching all over for you!" she exclaims with a worried but angry voice as she looks me up and down. "What did you do to my tights?" Her eyes widen. "I got revenge on you for cockblocking me," I say as I smile. "Oh looks like we've got a brat on our hands," Matt says as he chuckles, leaning in, his hand on my hip, holding me tight, so I don't lose support.

"Bump into me again sometime," Matt says as a small smirk creeps on his lips.

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joeys-babe · 9 months

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Joey B Imagines: Honeymoon*

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summary: you had given birth to your beautiful baby girl just under a year before you and joe got married. to make the honeymoon something to look even more forward to, you decided to wait till then to have sex for the first time since giving birth.

warnings: smut

pairing: joe burrow x reader

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(y/n’s pov)

joe was getting antsy, that's for sure.

it was honeymoon night and he was excited for what was about to happen next.

he was standing behind me, holding our leftovers in his hands as i tried to use the key to open.

i felt him shift behind me. he was looking over my shoulder. im guessing trying to figure out what was taking so long.

"here give me the key." - joe

"no. it's okay, i got it." - you

"give me the key." - joes voice grew stern. he wasn't offering, he was demanding

he handed me the leftovers from the restaurant we had just left as i gave him the key.

joe got the door open and quickly walked in, he moved out of the way so i could follow him and then he closed and locked the door behind me.

i walked over to the fridge and put the food up, knowing joe was watching me.

"baby.. can we go to bed?" - joe

"yeah lemme shower first." - you looked at him innocently, playing dumb

"that's not what i- you know what never mind. i'll be waiting for you in here, okay?" - joe

"okay joey." - you

i left joe alone and walked into the master suite, in all honesty i wasn't about to shower. i was gonna use this time to get ready for what usually leads to a shower.

i turned the water on to be safe, i didn't want him to hear me opening my suitcase up.

unzipping my bag, i dug to the bottom and grabbed the lace black lingerie that had been hiding.

slipping it on, i felt so confident in it but i definitely still had my doubts.

after that i re-curled some pieces of my hair that had fallen.

for the next 10 minutes i just sat in the bathroom scrolling through my phone, not exactly stalling but also trying to kill some time.

i wanted to make sure sam was asleep so i called my best friend, alexa.

"are you and joe not fucking right now?" - alexa

"oh my god, no. i'm in the bathroom alone." - you

"okay.. what's up?" - alexa

"i just wanted to talk, we really haven’t talked since the wedding yesterday." - you

“uhm.. okay?” - alexa

"so like how've you been?" - you

"y/n.. what are you stalling for?" - alexa

"i'm not stalling!" - you

"you just got very defensive, why are you hiding in the bathroom?" - alexa

"okay so.. im literally in the bathroom wearing lingerie stalling because i'm scared" - you

"of what?!" - alexa

"what if joe doesn't like how i look.. my body has changed a lot after having the baby and i'm scared he's not gonna find me attractive anymore." - you

"y/n burrow. you're speaking nonsense." - alexa

"i- i'm just scared" - you

"you really think joe isn't gonna like how you look? you know he's obsessed with you, i'm sure he's already tried to make moves on you today. no way he'd pass up the chance of joining the mile high club with you on your way there." - alexa

"okay yeah he has been making moves, but i'm still worried!" - you

"don't overthink it. are you just going to walk up to him in it?" - alexa

"uh no, i was thinking about putting something over it. i brought one of his jerseys, but i could also use one of the robes here" - you

"no use the jersey, i'm gonna go now. good look, babe!" - alexa

"thanks.." - you

she hung up and i let out a loud sigh.

i turned the water off and quietly slipped into the bedroom, making my way over to my suitcase and unzipping it.

grabbing the jersey i ran my hand over the letters on the back. it was something about seeing my new last name on the back.

i put it on and smoothed it out as i took a deep breath and started down the hallway.

when i got to the end of the hallway i saw joe sitting on the couch shirtless. the tv was on but he wasn't watching it, when i looked over his shoulder i saw that he was looking at the wedding pictures that we had just received.

i put my hands over his eyes, he jumped slightly but he quickly realized it was just me.

"guess who?" - you

"uhhh... i have no idea. is that you coach??" - joe

i laughed slightly before taking my hands off and walking in front of him.

"holy shit." - joes eyes scanned your body

he dropped his phone next to him, making it known that his full attention was on me.

"you like what ya see?" - you did a slow spin

after i did my spin and i was facing him again, seeing the look in his eyes made my stomach drop.

"fuck yeah." - joe

i moved forward and straddled him.

wrapping my arms around his neck as his arms snaked around my waist, i let my lips fall to his.

"you're all mine." - joe mumbled into the kiss

his hands migrated to my hips as he started moving me back and forth, grinding me against him.

still grinding against him, his lips left mine as his kisses wandered down to my neck, there were definitely going to be visible marks.

as he was sucking on my neck i let out a moan and grabbed onto his hair causing him to grip my hips.

"no matter how good you look in my jersey, i need to get it off of ya." - joe

he bunched up some of the fabric and looked up at me, wanting me to either tell him to continue or to stop.

"please joe." - you

"please what baby?" - joe grinned dirtily

"take it off me." - you gripped his biceps

joe pulled the jersey over my head and threw it to the side. when he saw the lingerie i had hidden underneath his eyes darkened to a shade id never seen before.

"fucking hell, you're so beautiful." - joe groaned

"i- i was scared you wouldn't like it." - you

joe’s whole body tensed up and it felt like the whole world stopped, please tell me i didn't just ruin this moment.

"what?" - joe

"i don't know, i'm sorry for saying anything.. it's just that my body has changed since having the baby and i was worried you wouldn't be attracted to how i looked in the lingerie." - you

"baby.. are you being for real? i mean this in the most serious way possible but you know you turn me into a horny teenager." - joe

i laughed slightly before i started rubbing his arms.

"again i'm sorry for even saying anything, i was just a little self conscious." - you

"you're safe with me babe... do you want me to keep going?" - joe

"oh yes of course... i need you." - you

"that's it, can you get up for a sec" - joe

i nodded and stood up from sitting on him. he too stood up and pulled his shorts down, his impressive length flinging free.

"no boxers?" - you grinned

"it's our honeymoon, thought i'd have them off more often then on so what's the point of wearing ‘em." - joe smirked

"you're so hot." - you stared at him open mouthed

"i know, gorgeous c’mere." - joe

he sat down on the couch and grabbed the underside of my thighs, pulling me to him.

joe gently put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down onto the floor.

once on my knees, he didn't even have to tell me what to do. this position was all too familiar.

joe let his eyes close as he felt my hand wrap around him, his head falling back as he let out a groan when the movements increased.

when my lips wrapped around his tip he dropped one of his hands from the couch and let it find my hair, he wrapped my hair around his hand controlling the depth and pace.

"i don't think you understand.. how fucking good this feels." - joe moaned

i used my hand to continue the movements on his base.

endless groans, moans, and curses flew out of his mouth. thank god there is no one else staying anywhere close to us.

i noticed his breathing quicken as his hands started guiding me with more strength.

"your mouth y/n, holy shit!" - joe moaned

he came not much longer after that. he let go of my hair and leaned forward, pulling me into a kiss.

"get up here with me. it's your turn" - joe breathed out

i suddenly became very nervous, sure i was excited to be brought pleasure and i was glad it was from joe... but i was just so nervous.

when he noticed i hadn't moved from my position below him joe opened his eyes and leaned up.

"you okay? you're safe with me baby." - joe

"i- i know, and uh i'm okay." - you

"are you just a little nervous?" - joe

i nodded and he reached out for my hand, lifting me up to stand.

"that's okay, it's the first time since you gave birth. you know i won't hurt ya, and if i do something that makes you uncomfortable tell me to stop immediately okay?" - joe

"okay.. thank you." - you

"you don't have to thank me." - joe

i stood up from my kneeling position and sat down next to him.

"i love you." - you kissed him

"love you too babe, now what am i gonna do with you?" - joe smirked

joe turned me to where i was laying flat on my back against the couch.

he gently parted my legs and started placing kisses on the inside of my thighs.

"don't tease, burrow" - you

"be patient, burrow" - joe looked up at me with a grin

good lord... this man.

joe moved the fabric aside as he connected his lips to my core, i was seeing stars.

"fuck joe!" - you moaned

i could literally feel him smile against me.

his mouth was literal magic, and it wasn't long till i was practically screaming his name.

the smug look on his face was evident.

he knew the effect he had on me and it turned him on extremely.

looking down and seeing his already hard again and throbbing dick more than ready to be inside of me was exciting.

"i think you're more than ready for me." - joe

"joey." - you whined

"yeah baby? what is it?" - joe

i moaned in response, unable to form words as i watched him slowly pump himself.

"i need your dick in me, please joe." - you

"i forgot how needy you are." - joe

"shut up and fuck me." - you

"don't gotta tell me twice." - joe

he got on top of me, his hands on either side of my head holding himself up.

i wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down to me, our lips engaging in a filthy kiss as he entered me.

"oh my god- fuck." - joe

we were too busy moaning into each others mouths to kiss.

his thrusts were fast and hard, but i needed more.

"joey." - you moan

"yeah?" - joe breathed out

"harder." - you

"your wish is my command, mama." - joe

his hips met mine with heavy hard thrusts.

i was slowly moving farther up on the couch because of him literally pounding into me.

"damn it!" - joe groaned

with joe on top i could see his facial expression's, those that only showed how good he was feeling.

multiple thrusts later i could feel that unmistakable feeling in my stomach.

"joey, im close." - you gripped his biceps

he acted fast, his already ferocious pace speeding up as i moaned louder and louder.

"that's it baby, just let go." - joe groaned

that and a few more thrusts had me coming apart underneath him.

but the thing is, joe hadn't finished yet.

"babe." - your breathy voice rang out

"yeah?" - joe

"turn us." - you

"baby, you don't have too-" - joe

"i said turn us." - you

joe grabbed me and turned us around with ease, his back was now against the couch and i was on top.

in all honesty i didn't have the energy to ride him, but i wasn't about to let him walk away from this without finishing.

slowly, i started moving on his length. taking every glorious inch of him and then pulling off.

joes neck was rolling in every which way as his nose and eyes were scrunched.

"fuck, baby." - joe moaned

he had his hands on my hips to help guide me at the speed he wanted.

"i'm about to cum, y/n." - joe

i grabbed the back of neck and pulled him up to me, his lips attacking mine.

joe let out a guttural sound into the kiss as i felt him let go inside of me.

i got off of him and dropped next to him onto the couch. joe immediately pulled me to him and rubbed my naked back.

"that was amazing.." - joe

"mhm." - you mumbled against his chest

"i know you already showered, but we should go wash up." - joe

"i never showered." - you giggled as you traced the ridges in his abs

"okay well now you can come take a bath with me. i saw that huge tub in there so i know this is about to be relaxing.” - joe

he stood up and grabbed my hand, pulling me up.

i stumbled a bit, my legs were still wobbly from what we had just done but joe guided me to the bathroom.

he lowered in first and then i did, my back against his chest as i sat between his legs.

"i love you so much baby, i'm so happy you're my wife." - joe rubbed your shoulders

"i love you too, hubby." - you

we both giggled at the nickname before he kissed my forehead.

i've never felt so loved.

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authors note: why are imagines so much more fun to write than stories?

hope you enjoyed it!! ❤️❤️

#joe burrow #bengals #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow x reader #joey b #cincinnati bengals #joe burrow fan fic #joe burrow smut

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⋆⁺₊⋆ JEALOUS SEX ⋆⁺₊⋆

BILL KAULITZ X FEM!READER

Summary: you and bill attended toms party but when one of Tom’s fuck boy friend flirts with you, bill brings you to the bathroom to show them who you belong you.

Warnings: slight public sex, mirror sex, jealousy, mention of weed, rando flirting with you, language, hair pulling, bill grabs your boobs

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You and Billy were invited to Tom’s party. Bill was somewhat hesitant about going because most of Tom’s friends were fuck boys and Bill didn’t get along with most of them.

Thought you and bill decided to go after all. You were entering Tom’s place, as soon as you opened the door to Tom’s house, the smell of sex and weed engulfed your senses.

Tom immediately spoted you and bill and ran up to yall. “Oh heyy bill, y/n..you made it~” Tom slurred. You and Bill look each other knowingly. Tom was very obviously very drunk. “Ah hey tommy! What’s up!” You say, hugging Tom. “Ah it’s fuckin lit!” Tom says, hugging Bill.

You guys talked for a while until tom got distracted by a pretty girl and excused himself to go flirt with her. “You want be to get you a drink babe?” Bill says pointing to the kitchen. “Oh yes can you grab me a ______” you say smiling up at him. “Sure leibe I’ll be right back.” Bill says walking to the kitchen to get you and his drink

Now that you’re alone, a guy approached you. “Hey cutie.. you’re looking pretty tonight” the man says with a smirk. “Oh ah thank you, I appreciate it” you say with a awkward smile. “So why don’t we…go back to my place eh?” The man says leaning twards you. “Oh uh no-“ you’re cut off by hands wrapping around your waist.

“Hey baby girl, this guy bothering you?” Bill says from behind you. You don’t get to answer before the guy speaks. “And who the hell are you?” The man says Crossing his arms and raising his eyebrow at Bill. “I’m her boyfriend dumbass now walk away.”

Bill says starting to kissing your neck.The guy scoffs and storms off. Bill smirks and grabs your hand, leading you to the bathroom.

As soon as you enter the bathroom, bills mouth was on yours as he leans you against the door and locks it. You and bill roughly make out, gripping each other and moaning.

It was very messy and quick, in a matter of minutes y’all’s clothes were off. He spins you around, so you were facing the mirror in front of you, your naked body leaning against the sink as you look at bills large body behind you

Bill bends over and kisses your neck before shoving his dick inside you’re wet pussy (☠️) and gripping your face as your eyes roll back in pleasure.

He thrusts into you harshly as he whispers into your ear.“Such a sweet baby taking my cock so well.” “Such a little slut letting me fuck this tight little cunt however I please.” All while looking in the mirror, bill fucks you as he holds your hips in place.

“You look so pretty like this angel.” Bill says with a groan grabbing your tits roughly as you moan and put your head down. Bill suddenly grabs your hair and lifts your head back to look at yourself in the mirror.

You reach your hands back and grip his hair, body becoming hot as your moans grow louder. Not that bill seems to mind, he wants everyone to know that your his. “Billy I’m…hmmm I’m so close” you moan as this thrust become sloppy inside of you. “So on baby, go ahead, cum on my cock.” Bill says kissing your neck softly.

At his words your moans become high pitched and your mouth opens into an “o” shape as you came, as so did Bill. You both stood there just leaning against each other. Bill suddenly lifted your body onto the sink as he cleaned you guys up. After that you limp walk out.

He leads you to the couch and he sits you on his lap. Letting you nap as he cockily talked to every one, acting like nothing happened, though y’all’s necks.. showed a different story…

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A/N: it’s exactly 5 am when I’m finishing this so…AND I’M NOT EVEN TIRED!! So please send me more request IM ON MY KNEES YALL PLEASE 🗿

Thank you to whoever requested this! It was a great request!

#bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel #tokio hotel x reader

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Fic Finder

March 5th

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1. I’m pretty sure the fic im looking for is a one shot, but it’s been so long I can’t remember: LXC brings WWX (who he’s been teaching musical cultivation) to LQR and is like “he’s never learned this song, watch” and plays something. Then gestures to WWX who plays it perfectly from memory. LXC gestures to him while looking at LQR like “see?” and LQR is impressed

FOUND! multitude Chapter 13: good teacher lan qiren by bunny093 (bamf/genius wwx, the lans are better are sect-ing here, lightly based on a lilo&stitch scene, not yunmeng jiang friendly)

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2. Hello! Looking for a specific fic, at some point wwx transmigrates or reincarnates into the modern world where he is a ceo (?) and was trained by a teacher his whole life about sword fighting etc, and then he eventually gets his memories back and invents a way (i believe it was a device) to dimension/time travel to get back home. @vulpeculatee

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3. Hi, I'm looking for a Wangxian fanfic, where Wei Wuxian is in the Lan sect and he grows mushrooms. I just know that mushrooms were an important part of the fanfic, there was a scene where the other sects followed the Lan disciples to see where they bought the mushrooms. Thanks.

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4. hello! i just finished rereading "switched" (wwx switched with xz) but its ending was wwx finding out that he's pregnant. i remember that there's a part two of that where he gave birth in modern world, and they even cut their own hair but i cant find it. does anybody know where can i find it? or maybe im talking about two different story? im not really sure. thankyouuuuuu!

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5. good day! for the enxt fic finder, do u guys know tha time travel fic where wwx came back during the lectures then he let himself fall from the cliff where lwj was there and told him to let go? thank u in advance!

FOUND!🔒 Without end by barisan (M, 69k, WIP, WangXian, Time Travel, Suicide Attempt, Hurt/Comfort, Depressed WWX, Good Uncle LQR, Bad Parent YZY, Bad Parent JFM, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, PTSD, Panic Attacks, Yunmeng Jiang bashing, Sentient Resentful energy, Medical inaccuracies)

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6. Making a deep dive into my AO3 history is an Exhausting prospect right now, so I must turn to the hive mind. Three fics I'm looking for rn.

A) Meng Yao is running an errand and finds his car beset by a swarm of bees! 🐝🐝🐝 Cue LXC to the rescue.

B) Wei Ying is out on a first date and it's going poorly. Lan Zhan overhears. Tea facts are relevant. 🍵

C) Post-canon case fic, where the case is a mysterious energy that some people can see/sense and some cannot. Can't remember whether WWX just happened to bump into LWJ+ducklings or if they were already hanging out, but the two of them figure their shit out whilst investigating. I think there was a garden involved. And energy-induced kissing (possibly even sex?). @linderel

6A)

FOUND! save the bees (ride a beekeeper) by Ariaste (T, 4k, LXC/JGY, modern, Fluff and Humor, Meet-Cute, Bees, Flirting)

6B)

FOUND!🔒 Heaven, Wait by sunflowersfield (T, 2k, wangxian, Modern, Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Neurodiversity, Falling In Love, Getting Together, Happy Ending, First Dates, First Kiss, Hyperfixations, Strangers to Lovers, Meet-Cute, The bad date with the original character is brief and he never sees that guy again)

6C)

FOUND! Not What We May Be by brooklinegirl (E, 29k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Mutual Pining, Bedsharing, casefic, Hurt/Comfort, background Jingyi/Sizhui)

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7. Hi. Hope you are well.

I'm trying (and failing!) to find a WangXian fix I read years ago on Ao3.

From what I remember, Wei WuXian was a Captive of the Wen and kept in a high tower where is tortured and chained with a small window and Lan Zhan also gets captured and put in the same cell of Wei WuXian.

Lan Zhan is there when the Wen soldiers drag Wei WuXian away for torture and they bond. Later Lan Zhan finds out Wei WuXian is a Phoenix and the Wens want his tears. Wen Qing and Wen Ning are his only friends.

Wei WuXian helps Lan Zhan escape and Lan Zhan has to convince the cultivation world to save Wei WuXian but by the time they reach the Wens, they see that Wei WuXian lost control of the Phoenix and Lan Zhan calms him down amidst the fire.

I also remember the fic mentionimg that a Phoenix meant Goodluck.

Thsnk you in advance!

FOUND? a thousand hills, no birds in flight | 千山鳥飛絕 by defractum (nyargles) (E, 26k, WangXian, Mythology, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon adjacent setting, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort)

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8. thank u so much for all u do! i actually have two fics i’m searching for! i remember reading both in 2021 so i believe that narrows things down!

A) first one is canon divergence from qiongqi path, i remember that wwx almost dies but puts his consciousness into a paperman and his body is somewhat preserved by wen qing till they can find a way to heal him and then transfer his consciousness back but they pretend he died to the other sects (i remember they even go check his body) i remember the wen remnants go to lotus pier pretending to be related to ppl from yunmeg and jzx survives. the whole mess with mxy and the summoning array happens but it fucks it up a little since wwx isn’t actually dead and he becomes something like a spirit/ghost for a while and ends up meeting lwj by accident when he’s taming mxy back to lotus pier. they manage to heal his body and he transfers himself back in and they all live happily ever after.

B) the second one is a fic in a fic series of wangxian having more children and being very domestic that includes past lwj changing places with present lwj for a day and he basically spends the day with wwx, they go farming he helps with the kids, they see lsz for a time, unfortunately that’s all i can remember from it.

8A)

FOUND? 🔒 something like by silversshadow (T, 69k, wangxian, Major Character Death, Canon Divergence, Everyone Lives AU, Temporary Character Death)

8B)

FOUND? These Two Most Powerful by stiltonbasket (G, 4k, wangxian, LXC & LWJ, Married Life, Family Feels, Parenthood, Temporary Amnesia, Time Travel, it's amnesia but it feels like time travel to LWJ, wangxian have more babies, and they are the cutest buns, not your average amnesia fic? there's no drama here tbh, just soft husbands carrying on with fatherhood, And loving each other, Mild Angst, Happy Ending)

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9. Hello! I am looking for some help to find a fic. It's a story where Wei Wuxian becomes the ruler of afterlife essentially. All the characters who died before him are there but he has no memory of his past. The only way to get his memory was to go to earth and retrieve them(?). The last chapter I remember is MXY calling him, allowing him to return to the earthly realm.

Please and thank you 😊 @myblurryreality

Thank you for the suggestion but that is not it, unfortunately. The one I'm looking for starts out with Jiang Yanli and Jin Zixuan being in this after life city. They had to struggle for a bit because there death offerings(?) were delayed. Wen Qing was a doctor in the town and helped heal Jin Zixuan from an injury at one point. The reason everyone's offerings were delayed was because there was a new Ruler, who ended up being Wei Wuxian. He had absolutely no memory of anyone, but allowed Jiang Yanli to visit him. He would hear a song (Wangxian) played as a tribute(?) but didn't know who played it.

NOT FOUND!🔒 A Secret Never Shared by Vrishchika (T, 28k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, frankencanon, Pining, Soft LWJ, Deity WWX, BAMF WWX, Alternate Universe, LSZ is the best boy)

FOUND! A Celebration In White by Enigmatree (T, 20k, WIP, WangXian, XuanLi, Afterlife AU, Underworld, god AU, 13 years of Inquiry, Happy Ending)

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10. Help!

I lost a Twitter threadfic! I could have sworn I saved it, but either I accidentally deleted it or the author did. And they were about to update it too!

It was about WWX who, during the first Burial Mounds siege, was transformed into a rabbit, and now lives as an immortal bunny. Now it's modern times and he's been rescued by a reincarnated LWJ, who is about to leave for college (veterinary) and doesn't remember anything about his past life. WWX is wary of him at first (he thinks that LWJ was amongst those who led the siege), but he eventually warms up to him and manages to tell him the truth using a computer.

Please help me find this! @blueghost13

FOUND? Here's the link for the Twitter Thread And I just discovered that it got updated 2 days ago when I had expected no more, so thanks for making me check 🤗

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11. Hi! I've been searching this fic for so long and couldn't find it. As far as I can remember in this fic Wei Ying survives the siege and he goes away with Ayuan. He invents a silver core type of thing. some kind of mechanical/physical core. And later I think the jins capture him or something. Do you have any idea about this fic?

FOUND? 🔒❤️ kick at the darkness ‘til it bleeds daylight by AlfAlfAlfAlfAlf, tardigradeschool (T, 75k, WangXian, Hurt/Comfort, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Eventual Happy Ending, Getting Together, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Inspired by The Parent Trap (1998), Kid Fic, teen shenanigans, two a-yuans, Fluff and Angst)

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12. Hi. I love your Fic Finder and Recs and your suggestions have kept me busy reading for almost 2 years now 😍

I was hoping you could help me find a fic I've recently read the summary off. Something about WY accidentally domming LZ Z somehow and turning him into a sub without realizing? And I think WQ pointed it out to him? I believe it was a modern setting, and the summary sounded very light-hearted and entertaining.

I'm not sure if that's enough info to go on, but thanks for your help in advance 🥰 @papperlapapp1

FOUND! And They Were Roommates! or The Accidental Domming of Lan Wangji by DizziDreams (E, 21k, wangxian, Dom WWX, Sub LWJ, inexperienced BDSM practices, un-/under- negotiated kink, horny climbing, horny cohabitation, horny on main except by main I mean at a party surrounded by innocent bystanders, Praise Kink, Masturbation, Bondage, Lingerie, Orgasm Delay/Denial, omg they were roommates, Modern, BDSM, debatably a bit of dom drop, Public Masturbation, Edging, Getting Together, WQ has to come in and straighten this shit out)

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13. I was reading a great fic and then Tumblr updated and ripped out from me when I was only in chapter two! Devastated. Its world building at its finest, you are not folks directly what's happened or happening. WWX is the proprietor of Yiling Garden, a cafe that offers sanctuary. Mo Xuanyu arrives in the first chapter seeking sanctuary from the Inquisition. Lan Wangji arrives, saying he's sanctuary and there for Mo Xuanyu, but WWX assumed he was inquisition at first. They have not seen each other for years. Clearly something happened to separate WWX from everyone he loves except Wen Ning, who works for the shop too, and had been raised from the dead. For unknown reasons, Wen Qing is elsewhere and happy. Wen Yuan is mentioned, but WWX doesn't know what happened to him. There are phones so it's a modern au. And... That's it. Tumblr died right after Lan Wangji asks WWX out for dinner. Help! Thank you VERY much! @lurkdot

FOUND? transmuter by WithLoweredVoices (Not rated, 113k, wangxian, Modern with Magic, Magical Realism, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending)

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14. Hi 😃 I need help to find a fic because I only remember a tiny bit! LWJ isn't wearing his forehead ribbon and LQR/Lan elders are trying to get him to wear a new one, the bit I really remember goes like this:

LQR: gives LWJ a new forehead ribbon LWJ: it's not the same 🥺🥺🥺

FOUND? A Future Family In A Broken Past by Hauntcats (T, 121k, wangxian, WWX & Wen Remnants, Jiang Family & WWX, WQ/MM, JYL/NHS, LXC/NMJ, Not Jiāng Family Friendly, Not Cultivation World Friendly, WWX Needs a Hug, Family Dynamics, What is a good family?, Fear of emotions does not excuse abuse, Not Jiang Clan Friendly, Angst with a Happy Ending, Time Travel fix-it, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon Divergence, LXC needs a hug, Everyone Needs A Hug, Homophobia, Homophobic Language, Not YZY Friendly)

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15. Hi! Hope you are well. I am desperately searching for a fic I read once but cannot find it anywhere. In this fic WWX survives the siege and leaves with A yuan. He and a yuan live in hiding. wwx also builds a golden core-more like a silver core as he invents a physical core that works the same as a golden core. I can't remember how it finishes but I think Jins capture him and A yuan seeks help of LWJ. Hopefully you can find this!!! Thank You!

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16. Hi! This is for fic finder. Its cql post canon i think. WWX goes to some place near ocean and he resque a men who battling a ghost ship? I think he was a cultivator from a nearby sect. WWX then teach them a little bit before he continue his journey. He went to Jinlintai. In the road he met a woman who goes to the same destination as him to met her wife. They become a fast friend. Thats all i can remember. Thank you! @idontknowwhattowriteforusername

FOUND! Linger by the Door (I’ve Always Been Yours)by piecrust (T, 78k, wangxian, slow burn, canon compliant)

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17. Hi! I don't know if I'm doing this right bc I'm new to tumblr... I've seen your blog before though and it's so helpful! I have a fic finder request - I remember it was a harry potter au where wwx has been gone from lwj's life for 13 years. he came back (as an animagus?) as a black rabbit and lwj was a professor at hogwarts. lwj takes care of rabbit wwx and then jgy comes with aurors at the end of the fic to attack hogwarts and lwj fights him. When lwj is almost going to be killed, rabbit wwx turns back into a human and protects him. Thanks so much!

FOUND? an armful of warmth by Alaceron (G, 3k, wangxian, Harry Potter Setting) It has a sequel, too!

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18. I seem to have read a summary or a review of a wangxian fic and can't recall if it's from this blog so i am putting in a request for help in finding it so in that summary it was mentioned that wangxian had travelled to a village and met a lady on bank of the sea but she was actually a sea monster/creature don't exactly remember what and she consumes hearts of her victim and LWJ becomes her target but he distracts her by tell her his and WWX's story while WWX tries to save LWJ as the body of the victim comes to shore after a week or so don't remember much or more so I hope this suffices also it was most likely to be a multi chapter fic with less than 10 but more than 3 chapters and that it was probably on ao3 . Thank you so much for your work.

FOUND! The Eater of Hearts by ElDiablito_SF (T, 17k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Chinese Mythology & Folklore, LWJ is Scheherezade, WWX and LQR speak to each other agenda, Angst with a Happy Ending, WangXian are very in love and very disgusting, Case Fic, Gratuitous kissage)

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19. Hi!

For the next fic finder can you help me with this ao3 fic, Modern Au where wwx gets kicked out of the Jiang family house so he has to stay (I think) in a shed close to his school, and also he has to take extra food from the school cafeteria and that’s how (I think) LQR finds him stealing after class

There was missing food so they also checked the cameras but wwx dodged them also NMJ in this AU is a cop and close to LXC

When they find out about wwx situation he’s taken to the lan house, eventual wangxian

And I don’t remember more

Thank you a lot for the help!🙇‍♀️❤️

FOUND? Where is home? By SpicyRamen_10969 (M, 80k, WIP, WangXian Modern AU, High School, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Coming Out, Not Jiang Family Friendly, Supportive LQR, Good Sibling LXC, Fluff, Angst with a Happy Ending, JC Being an Asshole, Possible Smut?)

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20. There is this fanfic where Sizhuai(sp?) And Jingyi are night hunting with other Lan juniors. Nearly everyone dies, except him and Jingyi because out of desperation, Sizhuai uses demonic cultivation but he gets whipped a lot with the discipline whip because of it. Because of this Jingyi leaves the Lan sect. When he wakes up, Sizhuai is devastated. Cue angst, and Sizhuai eventually tracking Jingyi down and reconciliation. Unfortunately I can't remember this fanfic title and I would love to reread it. @andyousaidtruelovedidntexsist

FOUND? Give Me A Reason by useless_slytherclaw (M, 25k, ZhuiYi, LSZ & LWJ & WWX, Junior Quartet, Angst with a Happy Ending, Heavy Angst, Friends to Lovers, Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, Mutual Pining, Minor WangXian, Minor JL/OYZZ, Aged-Up Character(s), Grief/Mourning, PTSD, Dreams and Nightmares, Hurt/Comfort, Rogue Cultivator LJY, Family Feels, Demisexual LJY, Injury Recovery, Love Confessions)

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#wangxian #mdzs #wangxian fic finder #wangxian fic search #the untamed #wangxianficfinder #long post

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asmutwriter · 3 months

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Are You Scared Yet? (Part 1)

DESCRIPTION: You're a new student at your university. You were smart and dedicated to learning. But every uni student gets up to some crazy things, right?

A/N - I have work tomorrow and instead of going to sleep for my day I'm here writing a fan fic. I make very sensible choices.

WORD COUNT: 2245

Next / Master List

WARNINGS: Reader is an introvert/anti social, mild cussing (bloody/Jesus), reader is a little judgy, mentions of drinking, mentions of sex/nudity

DISCLAIMERS

This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

Not been proof read

You take a deep breath. Living on campus was new to you so you were quite nervous to say the least. Going into the dorm rooms you hear people chatting around you. Finding your room number. 16. Opening it with the new key you had. You shut the door behind you. Placing your rucksack down onto the chair in your new room.

You’d not been in education for about a year at this point. Having had a gap year to do some exploring so you had to get back into the mindset of doing if. You rst your head back as the door knocks. SOmeone walks in "Oh hey!" your roommate says. Her bubbly personaltiy being a surprise based on the rudeness of some of the other dorm people that you’d bumped into. "Im Lucky" she comes over to you. Hugging you. You gently pat her back before she moves away. Resting a hand on her hip she eyes you up and down.

Your oversized hoodie and jeans being a contrast to her mini skirt and tight shirt. Both leaving very little to the imagination. You wihs you had the confidence to wear something like that. "Im Luna"

"Oh that is a beautiful name" she says, cuaisng you to smile. SHe hugs you again "I think we're going to be best friends" she says. ALmost squealing as she moves away from the hug. "What is it that you're studying?"

"Art and drama"

"Oh my friend did that last year. I tried but got bored. Everything I do mildly creative ends up looking like a toddler did it” you let out a soft chuckle

“So does mine but that doesn’t mean I don’t try to do it”she laughs “what do you do instead then?”

“I do psychology"

"Thats cool. I was debating doing it but decided against it” a knock at the door stops your conversation as she looks owards it

"come in". she says. SOmeone walks in.

"Lucky do you want to come see my new room?" she nods, looking at you as she stands

"DO you want to come?"

"No Im ok tha k you. Ive got to unpack" she looks at your singular rucksack but nods

"ALright then. See you later" she smiles before walking off. You grab your bag. Taking out your various items. Your diary, book, clothes, etc. SOrting it all out onto your bed before putting it away properly on your side of the room.

Youd moved in on the Saturday. Sunday having a few induction days or various groups you could join. Then Monday being peoples first day at uni. Now it was Sunday. After a night in reading yur book. Your roommate coming in during the early hours of the morning, very drunk. You got up early and explored the grounds. Going over to a stall with various cakes and such on it.

You hear someone letting out a groan beside you. "Hi there Luna"

"Did someone have a good time last night?" you look at Lucky standing next to you. Sunglasses on despite the dark weather. SHe nods. Taking the glasses off as she looks at you. A black eye adorning her face. "Jesus what happened to you?"

"I had a terrible fight. With the floor. ANd lost" you let out a slight chuckle as she picks up one of the cupcakes. The lady at the stall going to speak but she shushes her. Walking off. You grab out a fiver from your purse, placig it down and mouthing 'sorry' to her. Catching up with your new friend. SHe bites down into the cake, a moan escaping her lips as she speaks with her mouth full "That is a bloody good cake". SHe looks at you, swallowing before talking again "what did you get up to last ngiht?"

"Nothing in particualr. I read my book, had a shower, then went to bed"

"You should come out with me tonight"

"I have classes early tomorrow morning so I really shouldnt"

"Oh come on. Itll be fun!" she grabs your arm "I can introduce you to some of my friends. I think you'll like one of them. Hes handsome and he likes books to. Plus you have similar fashion tastes. Oh lets look over here" SHe drags you over to a stall. Making small talk with the person behind it. You both go round to the rest of the stalls. Meeting a couple of her other friends.

The day going past quckly. You manage to convicne your new friend to stay in the night. Inviting her and two of her other friends rund. You stay up till quite late. Talking about a whole variety of things. Sadly things that didnt overly interest you. Boys you found cute. WHat lipstick shade was the best. Hair products. Although you found the conversation lacking in intellect you enjoyed the girls company so engaged in the talk with them.

You found one of the girls was also doing art. So you agreed to walk to class together. Her name was Hope. Sitting next to her in class, you found she had a lot higher intellegence then you initially thought when yo first met her. ACtually having a decent conversation with her until your professor walked in. Then every brain cell she seemed to have rotted away as she practicly stared at her. A young woman. Probably early thirties. Eyeliner perfect, hair styled in a way that looked both messy yet neat. You chuckle slightly. You were unaware that this new friend of yours swung that way, and this was certainly an interesting and entertaining way to find out.

"Please can you all call me Destiny. I would go about the formality of you using my doctorate name but we are here to make art. Not have a tea party with the queen. So-" she says. "I want everyone to pick up their pens. Pencils. Paints. Paper mache. WHatever you need to make a piece that says 'I am me'. You have the rest of the day. I will be judging them when you all go home to some sort of party Im sure"

You pick grab out your sketch book and pencils. Starting to trace your art piece. Noticing your friend still drooling over your teacher. You nudge her. Cuasing her to fall out of the trance. SHe looks at you. Her face turning a wonderful shade of tomato red.

"How much of that did you get?"

"Soemthing about her being our destiny"

"Ok then" you laugh. Explaing to your love stricken friend what she needs to do.

Once she listened she started her piece, as did you. You did a simple piece of work. A black and white picture of yourself. Behind it a mass of colour. Tryng to show that although you appeared dull on the outside, you had a lot of fun to show to those who got to know you.

Hope links an arm with you as you leave the lecture. "Are you coming to the party tonight?"

"You know that we're here for education right? ANd npt to drink ourselves to death"

"Oh come on"

"Ive got a very good book and a film to watch though"

"You can do that any day"

"I can have a party any day" she rolls her eyes.

"Come for like... an hour. If you dont like it then you can go back to your room"

"Fine..."

"Yay!" she exclaims. "I'll be round to take ypu and Lucky at 9. SPeak of the devil!" Lucky walks up to you both. Linking an arm with you on the other side. "I was just telling Luna about our party tonight"

"Youre coming?"

"I am" she squeals. Hugging you close to her. You gently pack her back. "You can borrow one of my dresses if youd like?"

"Oh no. Im not wearing a dress"

"Yes. Yes you are" you give her an uncomfortable look "At least wear a skirt".

"Skirt but a hoodie. ANd tights"

"Deal" she holds her hand out for you to shake. To which yo do.

If this was a movie. There would be a cheesy dress up montage. WHere the popluar girl takes off your glasses and straitens your hair and your suddenly beautiful. But this isnt a movie, so you settle with them doing their makeup in your room. Playing various pop music on their 'top of the charts' CD. Putting some mascara on your, as well as a deep blue skirt paired with a grey hoodie and black tights.

You get to the partry. You stand awkwardly in the corner. Watching men and woman get more and more drunk. With each drink they seem to strip too. Leaving a lot of half naked people around you.

Lucky stuck by your side for the first hour. Getting herself drinks. She had gone off to get drinks some more 20 minutes ago and hadnt returned. Hope stuck by your side though. Not drinking, joining you in a joint sober. You did start to enjoy yourself. You were planning on going for an hour but ended up staying for 2. Not a long time compafred to most people but for you, it was a lot of time to socialise.

So you bid your friend farewell. Telling her that you were grwing tired and would see her in class the following day. SHe agrees. Seeming happy that you had a good time. Sad to see you go but understood how introverted you are.

You head back to your dorm room. WHen you get there you see a tie firmly tied around the door handle. Now, you werent necersarily the most outgong person you knew. But you did know what that meant. So you turn tail. Annoyed that your friends had managed to convince you to not take your tote bag with you book in. You guess youd check the university library and see if they had anything in there to read.

Thankfully the library was run by book enthusiasts so was open 24/7. You go inside. Smiling at the lady at the desk as she smiles back to you. You idle down the rows of books. Seeing if any screamed out at you. You found one in the fantasy isle. Picking it up you turn it to read the blurb.

"Id recomoend this book instead" a voice says. Making you jump back at the suddeness of a male voice. You thought it was only you and the librarian (who was a female). "Sorry, didnt mean to startle you"

"No. No its fine. I just wasnt expecting anyine else to be here" you say. Now that you were over your initial scare you take a look at the man. Dark hair contrasting his vibrant blue eyes. Glasses sat comfortably on his nose as he wears a blazer over a vest shirt.

"I wasnt expectinh to see anyone else either. Normally its just me here reading up on studies". DUe to his youthful featrues yete his smart attire you couldnt tell if he meant in a professor or a student kind of study. He seemed to be able to tell your confusion as he continues speaking. "I work here". He outsteetches his hand towards you. "Professor Crane". Yiu take his hand.

"Luna. Like the moon. Ironic given that I often suffer from insomnia" he chuckles. "What do you study then professor?"

"Psychology"

"No way. My friend is studying that! Lucky... I dont know her last name"

"Yes. I know Lucky" he smiles. Obviously not overly impressed by the name drop. "WHat do you study then? Assuming you do come here and havnt just decided to sneak into a unis library"

"I stidy art. Not quite the level of psychology but still good fun".

"WHat made you come here rather then go out and party?"

"I was at a party but I decided to go back to my dorm". He looks around the library. "Oh no. There was a tie on my dorm door. I know how promiscous my roommate is so I just decided to leave her to it".

"Ahh. Well, if your wanting something to read whilst you wait then Id recomend this" he turns. Taking out a book from the shelf and handing it to you. You take it from him, turning it over to read the blurb. "Its a very good stroy line with some strong characters"

"Ive read this author before. Hes a good writer". You place it atop the oteer one youre still holding. "Ill add it to the pile"

"What book is that one?" he motions to the one your holding. "I saw you get it from the fantasy section"

"Its part of a series I read. Not read this one rhoufh. Its about an angel who solves crimes. Using his powers to force people to tell the truth"

"Sounds..."

"Utterly insane?"

"I was going to say interesting but yeah, that sums it uo better" he smiles. "I have taken up enough of your time. I imagine that you are wanting to get back to your reading. So I shall leave you to it Miss Luna. I hope you enjoy your books. And I hope tat your roommate lets you back into your dorm at some point tonight"

"If not then Im sure the librarian wont mind me camping out here" you joke. Causing him to let out a laugh. Adjusting his brief case before turning and walking out.

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pr33tylul · 1 year

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HARRY POTTER X FEM READER

The bet pt 3

The both awoke to the sun shining on the both of them, y/n was the first to wake up. She realised what position they were in, also realising they had school.

“Harry up we have school!” She panicked getting dressed quickly. Harry groaned getting up, getting dressed then they both went separate ways to go to their common rooms.

Y/n got to her dorm and dressed as fast as she could.

“Where have you been then?” Blaise said looking at the tired Harry walking to his dorm. “With y/n” was the last thing he said before going into his dorm.

Malfoy and Blaise looked at eachother.

Not long Harry came out.

“So what did you two do on that date?” Blaise finished.

“We fucked, happy?” Harry was stressed, the boys cheering him on but he wasn’t interested he didn’t want her to find out how much of a dick he was.

He had gone back to his dorm, slamming it and that’s when the last of his mates saw him.

Y/n on the other hand was panicking, what if he didn’t enjoy the sex? What if she fucked up? She carried on with the rest of her day and still

Harry Potter was no where to be seen.

After school she’d had gon up to her dorm.

She sent him letters but there was no sign of his snowy owl.

She’d fallen for the boy, a boy she didn’t want to lose.

She decided to got to the slytherin common room.

She slowly walked out her dorm and walked to the slytherin common room.

The door was just opening as some people were going out so she walked in looking around the room. No sign of Harry anywhere, not even his mates? No malfoy or Blaise.

“Excuse me, do you know where I can find Harry potters dorm?” Y/n had gone up to a brunette hair girl. “Yeah uh just up there and the last door on your left” the girl said and y/n nodded.

She walked up the stairs to find the door closed but a little open, she went to push it open.

“So Harry, how’s it going with y/n” she stopped her movements and listened. “Good it’s going good.” Y/n smiled at his answer.

“So your not gonna tell her it was a bet?”

A bet?

Her heart sunk and she pushed the door open to see Harry with a cigarette in his hand. His friends froze and Harry did too.

“Thought you didn’t smoke?” Her voice cracked at what she just heard.

Harry on the other hand didn’t know what to say, he prayed she didn’t hear.

“So I’m a bet to you?” She said crossing her arms, tears pricking the corner of her eyes.

“Well we’re give you some space” malfoy said as the boys walked out, closing the doors. Harry had put the cigarette down and stood up. “Y/n no I can explai-”

“IM A FUCKING BET TO YOU?” Tears fell down her face. “I should of fucking known.”

“Y/n no listen to me please it was a bet yes but I love you I do.” Harry took her hands is his as tears were in his eyes now.

“Yeah and how am I supposed to believe that. we fucked! You were my first! And you knew that and you still did it anyway! You were just playing me like you to to most girls.” She shouted

“Y/n please don’t say tha-” before Harry could carry on she slapped him. “I hate you, never talk to me again, potter” she ran out with tears in her eyes and Harry was left there tears falling down his cheeks.

It had been a week since y/n found out about the bet and she was heartbroken.

She didn’t hate him, she loved him and she hated herself for loving him.

She had not seen Harry ever since that day. He’d send her letters but she’d never open them.

“Y/n where’s y/l/n!” You heard a voice outside, she furrowed her eyebrows and walked out to see none other than Draco malfoy.

“Y/l/n” he said looking at her “it’s Harry, look he’s drunk he’s just not himself so can you help him, we’ve tried he just wants you.” Y/n not really wanting to get involved she found herself walking with the blonde, walking past all the chattering slytherins and over to Harry’s dorm pushing it open.

He was sat on a chair, bottles of fire whiskey, empty cigarette boxes.

“Harry?” She walked in closing the door, she walked infront of him, he was looking out the window. “Oi” she said kneeling down. He looked at her.

The girl he fell in love with. “I’m so sorry y/n” his voice cracked. “I’m so sorry I’m so sorry” he repeated.

“Shhhhh” she took his hand and stood up. She helped him off the chair and into bed. “Come on sleep it off, then we’ll talk okay?” He nodded.

She stood up and picked up the bottles and cigarette packets. She went downstairs to Blaise and malfoy.

“How long has he been like that for?” She asked sitting down. “Well when you left him, he’d punched something or some sort” Blaise continued on “then went out, turned up drunk. The teachers think he’s sick.”

Y/n nodded. “Well I’m gonna go back up there and well…why did he do it?”

The boys looked at eachother. “It all started when you bumped into him, Ron thought you and Harry were cute and Blaise said you and him would never happen…Harry took it as a challenge and yeah we’re here.” Malfoy said then said. “He didn’t wanna tell you because he’d fallen in love with you, he was scared so he said he would make sure you didn’t know but that didn’t go according to plan.”

Y/n looked down, she felt heartbroken but she loved him, she loved him a lot to just quit on him. Whiteout saying a word she stood up and walked to his dorm, he was asleep in his bed. She sat down in the chair he was in and looked out the window, the sun was settling . She looked at Harry again and smiled.

Y/n had woken up early. It was 5 in the morning and Harry was still sound asleep. For once in her life she didn’t freak out about getting ready for school, she sat there and waited for Im to wake up.

“What are you doing here?” She turned to see Harry sitting up wiping his eyes. “I’m here for you”

“Look y/n I’m sorry okay…I’m an asshole for doing that to you, for breaking your heart but I really do love you, I understand if you don’t care or just don’t feel the same way anymore or even if you ever did, I just want you to know I’m sorry”

He didn’t look away once, which made y/n know that he was telling the truth. She walked towards him and kissed him.

Harry was taken back but kissed her back. “I love you, yes” she said breaking the kiss. “And you hurt me, but I don’t think I’ve ever loved some more than you.”

Harry looked at her and smiled, in the first Time for a week he smiled and it was because of her.

OKAY THIS FUCKING SUCKS, LOVE YOU ALL IF YOU LIKE THIS IT JUST SOUNDS SO RUSHED BUT REALLY I WAS SITTING HERE FOR HOURS TRYNA THINK HOW TO END THIS. Hope you like it or even if you hate it then yeah idc but I’ll still love you dw

#harry james potter #harry potter x reader #harry x y/n #harry potter x y/n #harry potter x you #harry potter smut #harry james potter smut #harry james potter x you #harry potter

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descendantofthesparrow · 2 years

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Cant stop this feeling - Harry Hook x reader- SMUT FIC p1(?)

SMUT FIC-MINORS DNI- All ‘important’ characters are 18+!

warning; slightly dubcon due to drugged sex, only Harry is drugged (he fully aware about what's going on and is consensual (both parties are), but its still drugged sex) basically sex pollen smut but its sex potion, SMUT, unprotected sex (don worry (y/n) is on birth control), rough sex, first times, hella swearing and dirty talk. note, i think this is my best work yet lol

Chubby!reader-no fem pronouns used but using female anatomy cuz this is fully self-indulgent, im still very much getting used to writing smut so i’ll be sticking with fem biology for a bit longer until i’m fully comfortable writing that, then I’ll start experimenting.

Thiiiis was not how you were expecting your night to go. It was just supposed to be a normal senior trip for Auradon prep, it really was. With all the vks and aks hanging out on the royal cruise ship. But now here you were, standing right in front of your cabin door, holding it open with one hand as Harry fucking Hook stood on the other side, his face flushed entirely red and he was…god he was panting. “shit-can-can I come in?” Harry said breathlessly, god he sounded so-“yes-yes” you stuttered out, forcefully interrupting your train of thought. You stepped to the side, letting Harry into your cabin which was luckily only inhabited by you.

God his eyes, they were usually the brightest blue but now they resembled storm clouds, dark with…fuck-was he?- “Are you okay?” you asked Harry, once again interrupting your train of thought; not daring to touch him as he leaned against the support beam that sat in the corner of your cabin, his legs shaking and-oh god did he have a fucking- “No” Harry whined pitifully and god the way he sounded just sent shivers down your spine. “some-something's wrong n’ -fuck- everything hurts”

“Hurts?” you asked quietly, if he was hurt, why would he come to you? One of the regular kids of Auradon prep? Why not go to Uma? Or hell to the medical team on the ship? “Oh shit what-what hurts?” Harry looked up at you, his cheeks a nice dark red and he glanced down at his pelvis, glancing away when you followed his gaze. “i-wha?” you flushed bright red; he was hard, and it looked to be painfully so, the fabric of his sleep pants twitching every once in a while. ”what’s happening to you?”

“I dunno” Harry rasped, his entire body shuddering with arousal, heat pulsing through his body so intensely it hurt. “i-I woke up like an’ hour ago in me room, just-well-“ he shrugged, gesturing his hand in a way that made it clear what he meant, hard. He continued to attempt to explain his last hour awake “and well-I tried ta’ rub one off but-fuck nothing worked, it just got worse and hurt more an’ then-then” his face turned bright red, glancing away from you, his nostrils flaring “I-fuck I smelled somethin’ that just-shit made me even harder n’ when I went ta look for tha’ thing it-it” Harry swallowed, harshly, his eyes consumed with lust “it led me ta you”

You?....YOU?! why would a -obviously some sort of -lust spell or something-lead Harry right to you, and why would your scent make him even harder?! What the hell?! It was no secret to anyone who knew you that you had a major crush on the son of hook…maybe much more than a crush. You were snapped out of your thoughts again when Harry practically crumbled to the floor, breathing heavily in short bursts and drool starting to leak down his cheek, his eyes glassy and cheeks burning even brighter.

“loo’k ah dunnae kinn how or why this-whatever thi’s is-led me ta yeh by yer fucking scent or some shit” Harry shuddered again, the cabin somehow was fucking filled with your scent, the shampoo you used, the body wash, the candles set by your bed, the detergent you used for your clothes, your perfume/cologne, everything just set something off in him. something that wanted to ravish you until you couldn’t speak, trapped underneath his body helpless and needy for him; just like he felt for you.

God, he didn’t even know your fucking name. “I wouldn’t fucking dare ta’ ask this of yeh darlin’ if there was any other choice” Harry rasped out, the name he had bestowed upon you made you shiver, making you almost give into the temptation and jump him “but yer the only one that caught this-things-attention, I don’t think this’ll go away normalllly” his word extended as pain thrummed through his body, starting at his pelvis and sparking up his back, god it hurt so fucking bad.

Harry panted as the intense body cramp passed, looking up at you with glassy eyes “Darlin’ please-help meh, I hate ta take-take advantage of yeh fer somethin’ like this but- I won't even bother-hahh” he let out a breathy moan, a drop of drool hitting his knee as he crumbled further into the floor from both pain and intense arousal. “fuck-I won't bother yeh ever again, fuck I’ll get ye something nice ta make up fer this-but-“ he shuddered again, tears of pain at the edge of his eyes “help me, please.”

You stared at him for a long moment, fuck-he thought he was taking advantage of you? Because of the-whatever it was-leading him to you? Fuck more like you were taking advantage of it, being very sexually attracted to the damn handsome pirate. Harry looked right into your eyes, his glassy dark blue eyes practically begging you to help him come. You took a long, deep sigh. You took a single step, then another, then another, until you were standing over Harry's crumpled body; he stared up at you, breath becoming rapid and uneven. God, you smelled so fucking good he wanted to just have you, keep you, devour you.

Fuck.

You kneeled in front of him, tilting your head just so “Just so you know, my name is (y/n)” you whispered, and Harry surged forward, his impossibly soft and plush lips capturing yours “(y/n)” he purred into your mouth as he pulled away for just a moment “God that's feckin' hot.” Fuck-he thought your name was hot-was this a dream? It had to be. But damn it felt so real, his lips felt so real as they pressed a searing kiss to your lips, all the pain and arousal he had been feeling pushed into it, his nimble hand curled around your waist, the other cupping the back of your head.

“Fuck yer so soft, so sweet, god ye smell so good” Harry continued to mutter into your mouth as he pulled away from each breath-stealing kiss, his hands wandering all over your body which was only covered by a t-shirt and sleep pants. You took a shuddering breath when Harry pulled away again, giving you a small chance to regain your senses as Harry’s lips traveled down to your jaw and neck, his teeth scraping against the suddenly sensitive skin.

“Harry” you breathed out, gasping as he suddenly shoved you to the floor, his eyes almost consumed by his dilated pupils, a dangerous smirk on his lips, his slightly sharp teeth peeking out behind his darkened lips "I’m giv’n' you an out righ’ now (y/n)” Harry rasped, leaning down so close to you, you could smell him “one word, all yeh need, and I’ll leave righ’ now.” God his eyes were so pretty, you could look into them forever, get lost in that stormy ocean blue.

Wait what did he say? You weren’t listening. You looked up at him, just blinking. Harry pressed his forehead into yours, his breath ghosting across your lips “last chance before anythin’ happens, and I cannot guarantee I can stop after we start” he almost sounded afraid, he didn’t want to hurt you or do something that you didn’t like. He wasn’t at all experienced in the world of sex but-dammit he knew consent was key and he wanted to give you that.

You just kissed him, and that was all he needed, his hips pressed into yours, and you let out a shocked moan into his lips; feeling his hardened dick throb with each pulse of his heart. God he felt big, thank god you preferred using thicker toys instead of the smaller/normal stuff. You lifted your hips, helping Harry get some relief from the pain as you carefully rubbed your pulsing core against him. Harry let out a shuddering sigh, pulling away from the kiss to look down between your body; his hips already starting to meet yours in a sexual dance “fuck-“ Harry groaned, almost flopping completely on you and wrapping his arms around you, grinding against you. “fuck fuck fuck, dammit you already feel so fucking good, thank you-thank you” he kissed your neck, scraping his teeth against your skin as he dry humped you.

You let out a muttered response to his thanks, rutting back into Harry’s hips before it wasn’t enough for him anymore. He sat up abruptly, grabbing your body with all too much ease (boi lives and works on a pirate ship BOI IS JACKED)and standing on wobbly legs, walking over to your bed and setting you down not all that gently. You bounced as you landed, almost squeaking as Harry’s rough and nimble hands explored your body once again, pulling off your sleep clothes in fumbling and desperate motions. You sat up to help him slide off your shirt, Harry’s eyes catching on the soft curves of your shoulders and waist, he studied the way your stomach smoothed out into your hips and thighs, your skin so soft under his touch.

He leaned down, trailing his lips against your hips and stomach, his tongue licking up your waist until it reached your breast, his mouth latching into your hardened nipple as you shivered from the intensity of it. He whispered your name against your skin, like a prayer to the gods, and you took a deep sudden breath; god you had imagined your name on his lips like that for so long.

This had to be a fucking dream. It had to be, something like this would never happen to you. You decided to just enjoy it, it wouldn’t be the first time you had dreamed up something like this involving Harry. Soon your pants followed your shirt, landing on the floor behind Harry. Harry stood, staring down at you with dark eyes, his chest rising and falling rapidly; you almost matched him with how hard you were breathing. Harry suddenly pulled your underwear off, your soaked core exposed to the cold air of the cabin. “fu-“ you couldn’t even finish your sentence as Harry's hot and wet mouth met your core, his tongue diving into you as his thumb rubbed your clit “Harry!” you cried out, your hand reaching down to grab his soft and curly hair, bucking your hips against his mouth.

God, this felt 1000x times better than any clit toy you had ever used, this was such a good fucking dream. Harry’s tongue left you and you whined, back arching as his fingers were shoved into you, all three dripping with his spit; his mouth replacing his thumb on your clit. You were so aroused there was little to no resistance for his fingers, his long and thin fingers doing wonders in unraveling you. “Harry-Harry” you repeated his name as if you were a broken record, the heat in your face reaching down to your entire body, sighing as Harry pulled his fingers out.

You watched as Harry pulled off his sleep shirt and then pulled off his pants, his boxers going with his clothes, landing right next to yours. And-oh god he was so pretty, it was easy to see he had worked on a pirate ship for years now, he was toned, every bit of him defined and carved by the gods. He stroked his cock and oh my god it was-oh fuck you were going to be sore in the morning. It had to be 7 inches, and god-two inches thick. You swallowed, letting Harry maneuver your body and legs as he lined himself up; rubbing the purple-tipped head of his dick against the folds of your vagina.

He looked into your eyes, and smirked, pushing in with one swift motion, his eyes snapping shut as he felt your hot soft walls envelop him. In an instant, his body cooled down, allowing a moment of relief before it came back twice as hot and painful. He let out a pained/lustful moan and started to fuck you, it was simple at first, a simple pace; the sound of your wet cunt suctioning around Harry’s cock echoing through the cabin.

Your breath was suddenly gone as Harry pressed down into you, your legs tightly wrapped around his waist as his hands pinned your wrists to the bed “fuck fuck fuck” Harry growled, gods he sounded like an animal in heat; his hips hammered into yours, the sound of your cunt being abused getting even louder. You couldn’t even moan, your breath trapped in your chest as Harry fucked you-no, he didn’t fuck you, he used you; right now you were just a cock sleeve for him, something for him to get off with.

A means of relief.

And goddammit if that wasn’t a wet dream of yours.

“Ah-ah-ah!” you panted out, drool leaking down the side of your mouth as Harry fucked you hard, his hips slapping against your thighs and ass, the sound only turning you on even more; and it seemed to be the same for Harry. He bit your shoulder, moaning so loudly you would be afraid someone would hear the two of you if you weren’t so sure this was a dream or so lost in the pleasure.

Your first orgasm came fast and hard, the feeling of Harry’s cock slamming against your g-spot was just too much, heat and fireworks exploding within your body as the coil building in your gut snapped, you clenched hard around Harry, soaking him even further in your cum.

Harry let out a stuttered groan, coming to a full stop as he came, right inside you; filling you up in a way that shouldn't've been anatomically impossible. You gently pulled your hand free from Harry’s grip to feel around below, a sound of confusion making itself known as you felt his cum leaking out from you. God that was some porn shit.

Harry stared down at you, still panting, still in pain. He grunted as another cramp rushed through his body and he pulled out of you when it passed, flipping you over and pulling your hips up; ignoring your sputtering words and sliding back into you, choking on his breath as you clenched down on him; still coming down from your previous high. He practically overtook you with his body, his arms wrapped around your waist and hips as he fucked you like an animal in heat, his hips hammering into you like there was no tomorrow.

You could feel your combined cum dripping down from your core and landing on your intertwined heels, each thrust from Harry pushed out more and more cum, until every bit of your thighs and ankles were soaked with it. You couldn’t even breathe, each thrust taking it out of you as Harry used you again. God-how long would it take for him to lose stamina? How many times would he have to cum to regain his senses?

Fuck this was the best dream ever, 10/10 brain.

Harry moved his hips in the slightest way, sitting up on his knees, and then you were seeing stars. Each thrust knocked you out of consciousness for a split second, ecstasy flooding through your body as your front half went completely limp, panting moans pushing from your chest with each slap of Harry’s hips against your ass.

Soon enough your 2nd orgasm came crashing through you, not as intense as the first but you still came hard, clenching around Harry in such a way that he came again as well, this time he fucked you through it, even more of his cum filling you up. Again it-should’ve been impossible with how much there was; but-dream logic you supposed.

You gently pushed Harry away, your hand on his chest; forcing him to pull out. His eyes were still dark, still completely bound by whatever it was in his body “i-I need a moment” you panted, turning to lay on your side, Harry's cum leaking out and down your thigh; pooling on your once clean sheets. Harry shook his head, some of the light returning to his eyes, and he nodded. Kneeling on the bed next to you and taking your chin, tilting your head up to look you in the eyes “Are you okay?” he asked, voice strained as if he was struggling to control himself, and you nodded.

“yeah, just-came twice in less than five minutes, need a moment to rest down there” you muttered, gasping as Harry moved you to rest against your pillows, head sitting right in front of his still hard cock, the tip no longer purple but an angry red. Damn how many times was he going to have to cum to flush his system?!? But you knew this was a way to help him while taking a small break, you opened your mouth, letting your tongue drop out with it.

Harry slid his cock into your mouth, his head tipping back at the feeling of you, he slowly started to thrust into your mouth, being much less rough with it than your cunt. You sucked around him, resting your hands on his hard thighs, bobbing your head in time with his thrusts. “god, fuck yer mouth is just as good as yer fuckin’ cunt” Harry groaned, finally able to speak through the cloud of arousal. “so fucking wet n hot” he grabbed your head, not pushing you into his hips but simply holding you.

God you could taste yourself on him, and his cum dripped off at the base of his shaft, and you could feel your cunt pulse with want. G’damn, what a wonderful dream, and thank god it was, the soreness you would feel in the morning if it wasn’t. You felt his cock hit the back of your throat and you gagged slightly, tears at the edge of your eyes, he pulled back slightly, staring down at you in slight worry before the-whatever it was-took effect again and he thrust into your mouth, still not rough, but just using your mouth as his new cock-sleeve.

You sucked hard once and Harry groaned, leaning over your body to brace himself on the wall behind your bed, his cum flooding into your mouth, you didn’t even have time to swallow it, it spilled out the sides of your mouth and dripped down your chin. Harry, realizing you were going to choke on his cum, pulled out. You gasped as more cum hit your face and Harry closed his eyes, clenching his jaw so hard it hurt.

You noted it wasn’t as much cum as inside your cunt, maybe that meant he was flushing whatever it was out of his system. As you examined your chest, which was now covered in Harry’s cum; Harry started down at you, panting still. Fuck you looked so hot covered in him, it was all over your face and chest, still leaking out of your cunt and covering your thighs.

Harry rolled his neck, feeling another wave of heat overcoming his body, much less intense this time, but still hotter than anything he had ever felt. He had to get this shit out, and luckily, he had control of himself this time. He gently lifted your legs to where he could slide below them, your thighs resting on top of his; his cock resting in front of your cunt, which was all too ready to accept him again.

He looked into your eyes, leaning forward and kissing you, tasting himself on your lips and tongue. He slid in, groaning at the feeling of your tight cunt, god you were still so fucking soft and warm, still so tight around him after 2 rounds of hard fucking.

You moaned softly as Harry rocked into you, he was finally in control of his own body again, no longer clouded by an unending wave of pain and arousal that he was practically forced to fuck you so hard you couldn’t breathe. It was still a solid pace that sent shivers up your spine with each thrust but now you could actually breathe and respond to Harry’s motions. “ah~ Harry~” you moaned, your head hitting the bed frame as Harry gripped your hips, staring down at the space where the two of you connected.

He whispered out your name, once again as if it was a prayer to the gods; and you melted, sinking further into Harry and allowing him to go even deeper.

This continued on for another three rounds, each gentler than the last until both you and Harry were laying on your sides, his cock gently rocking into you, the tip brushing against your g-spot as his fingers played with your clit, his mouth was on your ears and neck, leaving dark and bruising marks that had accumulated throughout the night. You both came for the last time, a slow blooming pleasure that burned into a searing flame that turned to smoke.

Harry came inside you one last time, it finally being a normal human amount of cum. He gently pulled out, his cock finally soft; he was exhausted, panting and aching everywhere. But he knew he would not be able to compare to how you would feel in the morning. He had never had sex before but some of the crew and Uma had-and god the way they sometimes complained about how they couldn’t walk the next day or even just an hour afterward.

So he forced himself to stand up, walking to your connected bathroom on wobbly legs and grabbing a few soft towels and then finding a change of sheets. He got you cleaned up with warm damp towels, then used a cold one to cool down your body, resting a fresh cool one on your soon-to-be aching vagina. He cleaned up his several messes, got dressed, replaced the sheets, and rinsed out the sheets so the cleaning crew wasn’t traumatized the next day.

He gently took your body from the plush couch that sat in front of the tv and set you back on your bed, licking his lips nervously as he glanced between you and the door. He couldn’t just leave you, not after what you did for him. but he didn’t want to just-sleep next to you? Well he did, but…fuck. He settled for the pullout bed that was hidden in the couch, rubbing his face as he came to terms with what he had done for…god the last two hours?

He looked at the clock, sucking on his teeth. Nearly two hours of the night were spent fucking you. He fell back on the pull-out bed, staring up at the ceiling before falling asleep; a small smile on his lips as he recalled what you tasted like.

You woke up hours later, the sun already high in the sky, so very fucking sore and aching everywhere. It hurt to breathe. You sat up sluggishly, wincing at the pulse between your legs. You lifted the blanket to check what was wrong, only to see…you were in a new pair of sleep shorts and a plain t-shirt…these weren’t the clothes you put on before you fell asleep, and these sheets were…clean, like brand new just changed clean.

Oh-oh shit- you whipped your head around, looking for any sign of the handsome pirate. Only to find none, minus the pile of damp towels resting in the sink. “no way last night was real” you muttered, wincing again, your voice was just gone. Nothing but a raspy tone of a well fucked throat. Oh shit, oh shit oh shit oh shit!

You whipped around again as someone knocked on your door, in the exact same pattern as last night. You stood up quickly, yelping as your legs immediately gave out and you hit the floor, almost crying from the pain shooting up your legs and hips “(y/n)!” Harry called out, sounding very worried “Are ye okay?! That sounded like a nasty fall!” you just grumbled; face completely flushed from embarrassment. From both falling and the realization that what happened last night wasn’t a dream. You crawled over to the door and unlatched it, scooting back on your butt as Harry stepped through, a plate full of food in one hand and a small bottle in the other. “Oh shit, (y/n)” Harry said in a rush, setting down the two, no three-a water bottle that he had held in his armpit-, items on the nightstand and picking you up, carrying you back over to the bed and setting you down “fuck-I’m so sorry (y/n), I-i-“ Harry stuttered, and you could see panicked tears at the corners of his eyes. He hurt you, fuck he had hurt you-he didn’t want that-he had no control over how hard he was but god dammit!

“Hey” your raspy voice broke through his whirlwind of thoughts, and he looked back up at you, his lips dropping open at your soft smile and kind eyes “it was great, I liked it, and you didn’t have control; also that was five rounds, im bound to be sore after that even if you weren’t rough.” your voice got quieter with each word and Harry quickly grabbed the water bottle and the small bottle he had gotten from Uma. He handed both to you and you gulped down the water, the icy coolness feeling wonderful on your torn throat.

You looked down at the pills as you recapped the bottle, tilting your head at them, you had never seen them before, and they were unlabeled. “Got those from Uma” Harry said, grabbing the bottle again and opening it for you, dropping one into his hand and holding it out to you. “tis’ like a healing potion but-a pill, Uma made it for ‘er own” Harry made a vague gesture between the two of you then out the door “adventures” you smiled, that was so sweet of Harry to get you something to make sure you would be comfortable. You took the pill with a swig of water, and you sighed in relief; the pill immediately took effect.

All the aches washed away, and the soreness in your hips and core disappearing, it all felt like a nice refreshing dip in the pool on a hot day “Better?” Harry asked, his hand on your knee, and you nodded; patting his hand.

“Much,” you said, voice restored. Harry grinned, his eyes that wonderful bright ocean blue once more. He patted your knee, your hand bouncing with his hand at the gesture and he stood, walking over to the damp rags in the bathroom sink and stuffing them into a cloth bag, setting them by the door then turning back to you “so-yer…ye liked that?” Harry asked, as If you liking how he fucked you was a surprise. And you nodded, shrugging as you did.

“yeah, um-kinda was a fantasy of mine to be used like that so, now I know I’m very into it” you chuckled, drinking some more of the water as Harry turned bright red “where’d you learn how to it by the way? You’re a damn good fuck” Harry pursed his lips and shrugged.

“Never learned anything’, tha’ was me first time” you spit out the water, Harry leaping back in surprise, his eyes almost as wide as yours “you-me-what?!” you yelled, Harry’s hands suddenly covering your mouth to shut you up. “shhhh” Harry shushed you, pulling his hands away when your voice died out behind them “no, no-I've never-I, that…I was a virgin till last night” Harry muttered, almost embarrassed as he glanced away, then back at you “is-is tha’ a bad thing?”

You shook your head, no, being a virgin wasn’t a bad thing, nor was it to have lots of sex. You just thought-with how he looked-how he acted-how all the boy attracted isle kids talked about him “i-I just-assumed, I mean, with how some of the isle kids talk about you-I thought you were like-…I assumed you were one to get around, not that that's bad either, just…” you shrugged, unable to find any other way to say it.

Harry chuckled, rubbing the back of his head “Aye…uh, yeah. Never had it, wasn’t exactly-interested honestly, well-I have been interested before but I never partook cause it could’ve been used ‘gainst me n’ stuff so…never did it.” Harry started at you, licking his lips nervously “it-it wasn’t how I imagined losing me virginity, I always kinda wanted ta’ give it ta’ someone I love n trust but…yeah, tha’ happen’d” Harry shrugged, glancing off to the side and suddenly you felt horrible, but…it wasn’t your fault, was it? You didn’t make Harry inconsolably horny and need relief from you, you just happened to be who he was attracted to under that…whatever it was. But you felt pissed for him, whoever had-done that to him-took away his choice, and gods if you ever got your hands on them.

“you did a damn good job for a first time” you said, hoping to give him a bit of comfort, and it worked; he smiled, that pretty smile that had your knees buckling. “like-hot damn, you must have some damn good instincts for sex” Harry shrugged and laughed, not really knowing what had been going on to make him like that, he was aware of every part of it, but after you gave him your consent, it was like he was put on the back burner, something much more…animalistic taking the front seat.

Harry stood; arms crossed. “so uh” he started, suddenly feeling very awkward “um…thank yeh, fer helpin’ me through that” you smiled and nodded, about to speak but Harry continued “whenever ye want me ta get ye somethin’ nice or-whatever, jus uh, hit me up…n…yeah-thank yeh” Harry smiled at you one last time, and then left the room. leaving you alone with the magic healing pills, a plate of food, and an empty water bottle.

You guessed that was it then, a dream come true that ended all too abruptly the next day. You sighed, rubbing your face. You hadn’t expected anything after, honestly, and he did promise to never bug you again. But…god you did kinda hope for something more to come out of this, even if it was just an awkward friendship.

But you guessed you and Harry Hook wouldn’t interact again, not until you asked for the nice thing he promised. That was fine, you told yourself, he was his own person, and just because he asked you to let him use you, he was in no way obligated to become close to you.

Looks like it was time to go back to the toys. It was a damn shame, Harry put even those toys to shame. You brushed away the thought, it was over and done now, Harry wouldn’t be knocking at your door ever again to ask you to have sex with him. Not unless whatever it was came back around and attracted him to you again.

Pffft, ch-eah right. Like that would ever happen.

-later that night-

God dammit again?!

-end of part 1(?)-

i dont have a taglist for smut fics (i do have a harry permtaglist) but i have no clue who and who isnt comfortable being tagged for smut-soooo

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#harry hook x reader #harry hook descendants #Harry Hook smut #not tagging main fandom since its smut #rough smut #hard smut #MINORS DNI #PLEASE #CHRIST ITS FOR UR OWN GOOD #do you know how much better off i would've been if i didnt read smut at 13 years old?#probably not much better at least a little bit #this was real fun to write tho #i had WAY too much fun with it #if you couldnt tell

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cultrise · 10 months

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i see you talking about needy reader. im thinking about reader's first time having sex, talking all about ohhh how hobie's too big for her and wont fit BUT THEN the reader getting soooo fucking addicted to his dick like there's no tomorrow, being so greedy like a bitch in heat after she adjusted to him.

vice versa to hobie, the pussy felt too fucking good like its made for him.

they're both getting dick and pussy drunk like no amount of church can help them lol

- 🌙

ik that hobie would try to make your first time so special and take it slow even though he definitely craves more but then you start acting like a damn animal and he’s so confused and taken aback😭

like he’s asking you again and again “babe, ya sure? don’ wanna’ hurt you” and you just bring him closer to you by his jaw and say “hobie, if you’re gonna fuck me, then do it”

and once he hears that he’s nothing short of feral. by the end of it you’re both left panting and out of breath and he just whistles as he stares at the ceiling and going “well.. i didn’ expect tha’..” and he’s just grinning like a schoolboy because it was so good🫠

#𐙚 — inbox.#🌙

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luvchrissturniolo · 5 months

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Recognize

chris sturniolo x fem!reader

you got niggas

i got bitches

you got niggas

but i want you

warnings: smut - ish, mentions of making out and thas basically it i guess.

authors note: this is my first time writing a fan fic so it might not be the best 😭🙏. also i fucking write like shakespeare sooo. but if yall like this one it’s gonna be a series.

purple - nick

orange - chris

pink - y/n

blue - matt

summary: in which you and chris sturniolo are fwb and somehow you both fall in love with each other. no one wants to admit anything so it might be too late to confess.

(y/n pov)

i don’t know how me and chris got into this position but i guess things just happen.

not to long ago me and chris started having sex. we were drunk at a party and he was just there so i went for it. i thought it was a one time thing but obviously chris wanted more. so that’s when we started seeing each other. but we weren’t exclusive. just good friends who fuck each other from time to time.

im close chris, i moan. “not yet baby wait for me”. chris is pounding into me like there’s no tomorrow. he continuously hits my g spot as his hand reaches down to rub my clit. “come on ma give it to me” he groaned. that’s all i needed before i was coming undone on his dick.

his thrusts getting sloppier and now he has painted my walls white. after a long period of silence he finally speaks up. “shit ma are you okay”? i tried to form a response but i couldn’t. he then goes into the bathroom and starts running some bath water.

he picks me up in bridal style and places me in the warm water. he cleans me up and washes me hair. he gives me a clean pair of clothes to wear. he’s treating me like i’m the best girl in the world. but it hurts me that’s it’s only behind closed doors.

“i just feel like he only treats me that way because no one else is around” i explain to nick. i’m over at the triplets house because i needed to talk to nick about the situation. “okay y/n we have been talking abt this for hours, can you go get me something to drink from the refrigerator”. i roll my eyes but go downstairs anyway.

as i’m at the bottom of the steps i hear weird sounds. i turn and look in the living room and my heart drops. i see chris making out with a random girl. we told each other we could see other people but why do i feel so jealous.

chris’s eyes darts to me and he pulls away quickly from the girl. “look y/n i can explain”. he starts talking but i can’t hear him because i ran out the house slamming the door.

author - stopppp i’m so scared this shi is so ass. bro 😒😒🙏.

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #sturniolo smut #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #Spotify

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jinx-on-mars-19xx · 1 month

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Make Wishes Come True

🩸Previous Parts Here🩸

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats, mpreg), alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, cursing, hurt/comfort, d/s undertones, fight for control, weapons, mentions of knife play, gun play (seriously it gets weird), threats, teasing, accidental proposals, simulated blowjob (on a gun), needy boys, name calling, fingering, improper use of a weapon, spitting, biting/marking, dirty talk, controlled sex, messy orgasms, piss kink/omorashi, accidental kink play, cum marking, mentions of docking, body worship, foreskin play, joking with each other, happy boys, enemies to lovers 💣 Rating: explicit af

All ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

It was a long ass day getting everyone settled, they'd ordered beds for one of the apartments to house the omegas and made another one into an office for The Doctor. At first Blain had seemed worried he'd be staying with the others but after getting food for them all they took him upstairs, giving him a bedroom across from Tom's. The flat was starting to get cramped and Colson was surprisingly happy about that. He always wanted a big family he just hadn't expected to end up the mother of the group. The title still didn't feel like it fit.

They'd spent so long focused on their people they hadn't even discussed what to do about Megan. It was a constant fear in the back of his mind but by the time night fell he was far too tired to worry about it. That was a Monday Kells problem and it was still thankfully Sunday. At least for a few hours more. “I gave Blain one of the company credit cards and an iPad. Told him to order whatever clothes and shit he wants for his room.” The omega sighed as he came out of his quick shower and found his mate sitting on their bed. Dom smiled up at him and held out his hand.

“Tha's sweet tha’. You sure you ready for ‘is? I mean we bout to be parents anyways but… a teenager?” Dom whispered as he pulled his lover close and took the man's towel to dry his skin for him.

“You mean a second one? You're barely older than him, babe. I'm not worried. Rook was about that age when we took him in.” Col shrugged, sighing happily at the feel of his partner massaging and drying his thighs.

“I feel older. He's just so ‘urt. I don't bloody get ‘ow he ended up ‘ere. I want to ask but I don't want ‘im feeling interrogated.”

“We got this. I'm way more ready to take in a pissed off teenager than pop out a kid. A teenager can defend himself, dude proved that today. I can break our baby just picking it up wrong for fucks sake.” He hadn't voiced a lot of his fears but as always it felt safest in the dark in their room. Dom always reassured him and kept them safe.

“You'll be amazing. You already are.” The Alpha soothed, kissing over Colson's belly after he dried it gently. Thankfully their little one was settled for a while and the omega hoped that meant he could get some real sleep.

“You're not changing your mind are you?” He asked softly, carding his fingers through wild hair. He just needed to keep his mate as close as possible.

“Course not. Jus' felt guilty. Already moved me and Tom into ya flat and now wiv the baby I worried you was jus' saying yes to Blain for me.” Dom rested his chin on the swell of their child. Colson was mostly dry but he kept his hands rubbing knots out of the older man's lower back, his fingers occasionally teasing the top of his ass. He wasn't sure what the mood was so he left the option there.

“Nah. I adopt strays and Tom likes me better anyway. You, however…” The omega teased but the pout his partner gave him was enough to stop him from going further. He could tell when there was a hint of real emotion and the boy obviously needed to feel loved. “You're my family. Full stop.” He tried to mock the Alpha's accent. “So are they and so can he be. I take people in if you haven't noticed.”

“I know. Fank you. You me family too.”

“Duh.” Col teased as he crawled into his mate's lap. With his belly between them it was getting harder but Dom kept him balanced. Their lips met gently as he reached under the killer's shirt, his touch ghosting over the other's skin.

“Should marry yas.” The Alpha purred when Colson pulled off his tee, it was an offhanded thought but one he knew in his heart was right.

“Pfft. You should. I'm fucking awesome.” Kells wasn't really paying attention, not anymore, at least not to the conversation at hand. He'd had a stressful fucking day and he wanted his bitch nude. He wasn't sure what they would do after but that was the first step.

“No Cols- fuck. Alright, never mind.” Dom finally gave up when the older man started pawing at his pants. Both their fingers reached for the buttons and got tangled, making the process even slower. After a moment he huffed softly and swat Col’s hands away which seemed to make the other man even more aggressive. Instead of fighting for his zipper the omega tangled his touch in his psycho's hair and yanked his head back till his throat was a long line to explore with his teeth and tongue. “Shite, it's like tha' is it?” The boy hissed, getting a growl in return. “Can't get out me pants wiv you like tha'.”

Kells grumbled, pushing Dom back onto the bed roughly before crawling off to stand in front of him. “Get them the fuck off then. Hurry. You know you already pissed me off today. Ruined one of my favorite hoodies. Took my kill. I should kick your ass instead of letting you have mine.”

Dominic obeyed his lover but whimpered internally. He'd hoped they'd get to be a little soft together but his mate obviously needed an outlet for the rage that filled him all day and the nervous energy of losing control of a situation. He could be a good bitch though as long as he got to feel loved after. “Wha’ ya want? You talking a lot but not saying nuffin. I'd give you me arse but it ain't like you can use it.”

Col’s eyes went wide. The way his partner back-talked him felt like their first time together. He normally enjoyed Dom pushing back but he still wasn't sure what he needed. “You think I can't fuck you?”

“Not wiv tha' belly in the way. But I fink you got a big mouf for such a pretty lil omega.”

The omega in question had left his gun on the bedside table instead of the safe with all they were going through and in the next moment he was moving to grab for it and turning it on his mate. Of course he wouldn't shoot him but he could still threaten and the way it made his lover look at him always got him wet. “That's fucking it. You think I've got a big mouth? Bitch, have you seen you? Maybe you just say you hate these things because you really like them too much. Is that it? I mean you say you hate Alphas but you're just begging to be topped. Fell in love with me didn't you? Starting to make me wonder here.”

Dom swallowed hard when the weapon’s barrel slid up over his throat to tap against his lips. He arched a brow but opened, teasing his tongue over the cold metal. He trusted his man and he knew it was perfectly clean. Colson felt warmth rush straight to his core at the sight of the boy's lips wrapping around his gun. Sometimes it truly was an extension of himself and he'd never thought it could look so overwhelmingly erotic.

“I could fuck you with it. You'd let me, wouldn't you? You like being my sweet little whore so fucking much you'd bend over and let me shove it up your ass.” He didn't know where the words were coming from and he knew he probably shouldn't say them. When Dom whimpered he knew they were crossing a new line together and they couldn't come back. Not that they'd want to. He pulled the barrel free and pointed it at Dom’s temple before he tossed it back where he picked it up. “But nah, you fucking hate those things.”

Whatever noise Dominic made was barely human but he couldn't swallow it down. The exhilaration of the moment didn't die even when the weapon moved. They'd played around with knives but never really that and while he wasn't really sure of his answer he was glad not to actually need one, with Colson he'd almost always say yes. Whatever had happened it seemed to be over, the omega needed dominance and he had it in spades. “Use me, whatever you need. M’yours.” He vowed, his hands shaking as he pushed off his slacks completely and curled his palm around his aching dick. He was hard before but now he was throbbing- his cockhead shiny with precum and his knot already pulsing, ready for whatever the hell was next.

Kells stood back and watched his good boy squirm for him. He didn't know what he wanted but he was almost scared to touch. Dom was the sociopath but he had self control problems. He'd already backhanded him twice, bit, and shot him, and now he'd threatened his ass with a gun. Literally. He wouldn't kill him but there was a part of him that needed to own him so completely there would never be a question in the killer's mind. The boy had stalked him but sometimes he felt insane in the way he loved him. As if he could devour him. One bite at a time. The Alpha already had a few scars to prove it.

“Did I do summat?”

“No, shut your mouth. I just haven't decided what to do with you yet. Did I say you could speak?”

“No but ya didn't say I couldn't. You know me mouf. Only one way to shut me up.” Dom sighed, flicking his tongue out to wet his plush lips.

“Oh yeah?” The man's voice went raspy. He really loved his mate's mouth. He had to clench his thighs to try and keep his slick from dripping on the floor but he knew it was a lost cause. “I should jack off and make you watch for that.”

“Yeah alright. But wha’ a waste of a good whore.” The normally good boy was being a right bitch and he damn well knew it. He needed to be touched even if it was with a rough hand.

Colson’s eyes flashed gold and narrowed, his lover was trying so hard to push his buttons that it gave him an idea. One that would keep him from worrying about what he might do in the heat of the moment. “You know what? No. You want me so fucking bad? I get to be the doll tonight and you take what you want.”

That stopped Dom in his tracks and he knew his eyes were crimson and wide as a deer's as he stared back at his omega. The man had to know something like that would worry him, it felt too much like being one of the Alpha's he hated. His pulse raced in his chest and sweat broke out over his skin. He accidentally squeezed his own dick too hard and had to let himself go. “Wha’?”

“You heard. Get off the fucking bed.”

Dom stumbled off the mattress and Kells took his place, letting himself spread out and stretch, arching his back just like he knew the boy liked. “Five.” He sighed as he relaxed again, folding his arms under his head and letting his thighs open. “Four.”

“Fuck.”

“You might want to touch me. Three.”

Dominic growled under his breath and fit himself between the man's legs. He waited for the next number to be uttered with a nervous smile on his face. He knew the other understood his plans but it was still something he couldn't pass up.

“Twooh fuck-” He stopped counting when his mate buried two fingers inside his drenched walls. He wouldn't torture his bitch completely but they both knew they needed more. He didn't really even want to start with foreplay, he wanted to be ruined. He wanted to feel like they took a part of each other for keeps.

“Dripping for me. Look at ya. Such a pretty wet cunt.” The Alpha didn't normally dirty talk, he left that up to his more experienced dominant but for once he let himself use his mouth for more than pleasure. “So tight for me. Can't never fuck ya open, can I? Feel like a virgin every bloody time. Sometimes ya do even bleed for me.”

Colson shivered at the darkness in his lover's tone, he wasn't used to him talking like that and the more Dom focused on his core the wetter he felt. Every thrust of his touch squelched.

“Kept me leashed all day, shoved a gun in me mouf, keep bragging bout fucking me but can't. Now ya jus' wanna lie back and get fucked? Fink you deserve tha'? Fink ya pussy tha’ good?” Dom swallowed hard, the scent of Col’s slick was heavy on the back of his tongue and it was starting to hit him; he could do whatever he wanted. Part of him wanted to eat his lover out but he knew that wasn't what they both needed. “Ain't knotting yas. Ya too close.” He huffed, pressing a surprisingly gentle kiss to his baby mumma's belly. That more than anything seemed to aggravate the man but somehow Colson kept his mouth shut. “I'll fuck you, I'll slip me dick right ‘ere and pound ya pretty cunt until you squirt for me. But right before I pop?” He paused, scissoring open his fingers and slipping them free just to suck them between his lips and lick them clean.

The Alpha moaned around the taste of him and made a filthy show of getting clean. When he finally pulled the digits free it was with a sloppy wet pop. “Right before, Imma pull out and soak you in me cum. Rub it in. Claim all of yas.” Before pulling back he pursed his lips and spit over Col’s pink folds, grinning when he could see him clench.

Dom let himself play, his fingers teasing from his base to his tip where he eased his foreskin over his cockhead and back. He knew it fascinated the other man, sometimes he woke up to Colson’s hand in his shorts just sliding it back and forth. He let himself be vocal, every time something made his nerves tingle he'd moan or whimper. If his mate wanted him to fuck he would.

The first press inside was a fucking joke. Colson knew his bitch was playing with him. The boy kept hold of himself and pushed his tip between Col’s drenched folds and slipped just inside before pulling back out. Kells refused to react, he had to prove he could keep control of at least himself but it was torture not to move. His lip rolled between his teeth and he bit down until he tasted blood. Of course Dom licked up every trace and suckled at the wound like the perfect freak he was but he just kept teasing. The omega would go mad before the kid kept his promise and made him squirt.

“Ready luv?” The Alpha purred, kissing softly against lax lips. The only answer he received was an over dramatic eye roll.

He planted his elbows on either side of Col’s head and inched inside him like he was drilling for oil- Kells supposed it wasn't so different but he knew he could take him hard. Every buck forward he sunk a little deeper, circling his hips as if in a dance. If Colson were talking he'd throw out a few playful insults, ask if the killer was taking up belly dancing. Not that he'd complain. Shit that might actually be hot.

A growl rumbled in Dom's chest, the sound joining the messy wet squelch of his dick fucking deeper and deeper inside Col’s vise like spasming walls. If not for the way his pussy reacted the Alpha wouldn't think he was wanted. He knew Col was messing with him but he needed some noise. Some bloody reaction. Sweat dripped from his hair to the other man's inked chest as their eyes met. That golden stare felt somehow needy and passive at the same time.

When the omega finally felt his lover's plush thighs against his and he knew the other's cock was deep in his guts, something in him relaxed but his need for control still reigned. Dom must have felt the change but misunderstood the reason because his next thrust was rough enough to raise Col’s ass off the bed. Hands pressed under his back as the Alpha molded their bodies together. He was careful around the belly but he obviously needed to feel and be felt in return. His beautiful face buried against the older man's neck and his fangs nipped over Colson's racing pulse. When he swallowed excess saliva he knew the boy had to feel it.

“Feel me? ‘Ow deep am I Cols? Feel me deep in ya? You can fake it all ya want but I can feel ya needy cunt. Ya can't completely ‘ide wha' I do to ya. Never could. I'm the only one who could bring ‘is outta you and I'm the only one who ever will. Every inch of you is mine from the inside-” He paused long enough to slam his cock home, hammering over Col’s spot. “-out. Ya might act like a doll but I can feel ‘ow I drive ya wild. Ya wet as fuck, squeezing me so ‘ard I can barely pull out, and ya pretty dick is making a mess of me skin.”

Colson swallowed again, his eyes blinking fast. He wasn't exactly surprised his virgin boy could be so filthy but the pride was something new and hot. It made him want to present even though he was already getting fucked. It was a war inside him. Did he give in and let his lover win this one time? Dom was obviously desperate for touch. Reaction. To see Col’s desire. Which was more important? His own need for control or his mate?

One long leg wrapped around the Alpha's back while the other planted against the mattress to meet him thrust for thrust. Fingers carded into his hair and kept their faces close and the killer grinned and almost cried. “All for you.” The omega whimpered against his lips. “All yours. Gonna prove it?”

“Fuck yeah.” The Alpha promised, happiness and pleasure warming him from the inside out. It was a strange moment of fighting back tears because his mate was trying to show him how important he was but they were also falling into each other and chasing release. Their lips met until they weren't kissing so much as breathing each other's air and he tried to slow the roll of his body to angle his hips just so. Kells fought against every measured thrust and tried to meet flesh to flesh but Dom knew what he was doing. “Let me make ya feel good.”

Colson tried not to grumble because his boy truly seemed to think he knew the omega's body and for once he was trying to give up and let his bitch lead. It was a fight to make himself still but when he let his focus fall to the way his lover felt, all his nerves seemed alive. The Alpha was gentle but sure, every move had his crown massaging Col’s spot. The fucker was so big and angled so well it felt like he was putting pressure on both his pleasure centers. It didn't help that Dom's stomach kept rubbing over his dick. The killer’s cocksure attitude was right, he was making Kells see heaven.

The coil pulled tighter with every thrust, the pressure building. For once they both fell mostly silent, just their bodies making all the noise. Their panted breaths and racing pulses felt deafening in their ears but Dom rolled his lip between his fangs and worked to make his mate break first. He wouldn't press deeper, he knew if he did he wouldn't be able to stop and though his knot was threatening, he couldn't let them lock together. A soft moan broke free from Col's lips before another. Another.

“T-there-ohfuck!” Dom tried not to smirk as his mate shattered below him, his core clenching tight as he gushed hot and messy. The Alpha never stopped moving, keeping his thrusts exact even when Col trembled and scored the skin of his neck and back.

Colson didn't know what sounds escaped him when his orgasm hit, he was floating too high. He barely noticed as his boy pushed himself up to watch until the pressure release seemed to… switch inside him.

Dominic’s heavy crimson gaze tracked Col’s cock as he came, and when pearly white became a golden stream he arched a brow but didn't stop. He'd never shame his baby mumma for letting go completely and it honestly made his hind brain proud. He'd fucked his omega so good Kells lost control. The man who needed to be so in charge of everything had broken for him. From him. It pushed him even closer to that edge.

“Jus' like tha'. Fuck. So ‘ot Daddy.” He rasped, watching the golden stream wash Col’s tats clean of his spend and drip down to soak himself and darken the sheets below. It tickled his shaft, over his balls, and dripped hot down his thighs. It was never a kink he'd thought about though it was one Colson had mentioned off hand. He hadn't even wondered about it but he found himself fascinated. In a way he felt claimed.

“Yeah?” The omega gasped. The man was fighting back embarrassment but he wouldn't apologize. Not with how his bitch was staring at his piss drenched belly. When he'd offered this up before this wasn't how he thought it would end up but fuck he couldn't say it wasn't hot. The release itself was so intense he wasn't even sure if he was still cumming or it was just aftershocks and pressure relief.

“Fuck yes.” The Alpha couldn't take it anymore, not with the fucked out sight of his mate. He thrust deep once more to soak himself in slick before pulling out and curling his palm around his cock. Kells reached to help, his fingertips teasing his tip but he was so close already it only took a few strokes to spill a mess of white heat over his target. His rapture hit so hard some of it landed on Col’s chest but he couldn't look away from the way it mixed with the other man's piss. His legs shook under him, his arm trembling where he held himself up, but until his dick twitched from overstimulation he kept stripping himself just to watch the sticky mess combine.

When Dom finally couldn't hold himself up anymore he fell next to his lover as they came down together. Both their hands found their way to Col’s belly to do exactly what he vowed. The boy smiled as he caught his breath, his fingers tracking the mess up and over the other's chest, even stopping to tweak his mate's sensitive nipples. Kells rolled on his side and wiped his palm over Dom's pink tinged skin. It wasn't fair that he was the only one filthy.

They didn't need to talk about their possible new kink, they never exactly negotiated so much as explored and discovered what worked between them. Dominic wasn't shaming him but enjoying the mess. It didn't stop the Alpha from boasting a little though and Col was proud of him for it. It was nice to see the normally quiet boy so prideful. “Look wha' I made ya do.” He purred. The smile he gave Kells made his core clench again.

“You and the parasite you gave me laying on my bladder.” Just because he loved the pride didn't mean Colson could let it go without a small playful fight. He'd given up too much control and he wasn't sure if he was okay with it. It terrified him sometimes how safe he felt with his mate.

“Bollocks. I read about it. It ain't jus' the baby. Made ya cum so ‘ard you couldn't stop ya'self.”

Col narrowed his gaze and tried not to laugh. “You read about it, huh? You googling how to get me off?” Nerdy precious fuck.

“Course. Ended up down a ‘ole after trying to find out wha’ the fuck docking were.” Kells flushed hot at his words. Docking was something he'd suggested. His boy's foreskin fascinated him and he wanted to try everything they could together. “So bloody ‘ot.” He sighed again, his palm sliding through the cooling mess on Col’s skin. The omega watched as his jade eyes flashed red again and his pupils started to blow.

“Don't even. It's bedtime.” Kells huffed, not at all surprised when Dom pouted at him. “Don't get it up again, seriously. You have to change the sheets while I rinse off. This mattress was a custom order and I'm not letting it soak in.”

“Why do I gotta change it?” The boy teasingly grumbled as he pushed himself up to help his lover out of bed. Of course he would do it but part of him wanted to sleep in the scents. He was kind of glad Colson would leave him be for a few minutes because he was desperate to roll in it.

When Col was finally standing and looking back from the bathroom door he stuck his tongue out at his bratty boy. “Didn't you cause it? You were just saying ‘look what I made you do’, didn't you mean that? It's your mess, cocky bitch. Clean it up. Then you can meet me in the shower.”

“I fhought it were the parasite’s fault.” The Alpha joked back.

“Yeah well I can't make Punk fix the bed. Don't call our baby a parasite. Fuck is wrong with you?” At Col’s teasing words Dom flipped him off but flopped onto the messy bed and wiggled in the wet spot.

“I saw that.”

“Oi! Bollocks ya did. You ain't seen me wanking the day we met and ya can't see me now.” Dominic held up both middle fingers in the direction of the treated glass wall. You could vaguely make out shadows from the other side but his omega was lying about being able to see exactly what he was doing. Kells just wanted to seem omniscient and it hadn't been hard to figure out what he did that first day since he left a mess on Col’s pillow but the man always tried to bring it up to make a point.

“You're a fucking freak. Get out of the wet spot and clean the fucking bed. If you hurry we can try that thing you looked up.”

“Luv, tha's summat you want. ‘Ow is tha' a reward for me?”

“I didn't say it was, just that I might still be horny.”

The Alpha didn't respond but he laughed to himself as he set to work changing the sheets. He never would have thought that first day that he'd end up having a family with the man let alone being so fucking in love he'd tried to propose. He'd give it time because he knew his lover heard him but eventually he'd ask again in the right way. He didn't mind that they were doing everything backwards, it worked for them. Besides, they had a long ass day and he just wanted to pamper his mate.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 if anyone wants tagged let me know 🖤

So this was a lot of smut 🫣 and a LOT of exploration. Let me know what you think about some of it and we can see about more in the future. I thought I'd give you a big smut chapter because we're about to hit massive plot again. I hope you're enjoying it! 💣🖤

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shotmrmiller · 5 months

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Capt’ Mactavish’s wife *running* out the house for her girls night with ‘09 reader because Johnny can’t keep his hands to himself when she’s dressed up.

She’s taken to a squirt bottle. He was kissing on her neck from behind the couch. Mauling her when she whipped it out the first time. He fell back with an ‘ACK!’ and a loud thud and she’s just like ‘that’s what you get for acting like a horny teen!’

“You were tryin’ for a bairne yea? I’ve been reading up on positions! Lemme show you!” And she’s just like- I’m not going to survive this, am I? “I can pick up where we left off hen! Trust!”

I imagine Captain Mactavish went for a woman who is *younger* than himself. She’s a few years older than Soap, but she grew used to her grizzled ol’ guy and his routine! She’s old at heart now! He couldn’t immediately get it up every 3 minutes. But! He would take longer to cum, so the sessions were more intimate.

Soap? God, she’s not used to this! She needs water! They’re going into 5, 6 rounds and she’s blacking out! But, she doesn’t want to because she’s ‘scared’ he’ll keep going!!! She enjoys his enthusiasm, it’s sweet to see this part of her Johnny that she didn’t get to experience much! but, GOD DAMN *sprays squirt bottle*

…”this a subliminal message lass? This your mind trick to tell me you can squirt? Shit lass! Let’s get on that! Lemme figure it out myself!” Just talking you through the entire thing….

He’s totally asking what the baby names you were looking at were, while balls deep. what your registry looked like as he prods your cervix. Do ya’ have a Pinterest board for what ya’ want the nursery to look like? Add him, please? As he shoots his load deep. “You want a girl, or boy lass? What’re we havin’? Tell me what to give ya.” He cooed as he holds your legs up, elevated so it TAKES.

“I can pick up where we left off hen! Trust!” <- foul. foul foul foul i need him.

Captain MacTavish would totally be the sly type. Oh, the words he whispers into the ears of the ladies should be illegal. I believe he had his fun in his youth and was definitely a little older, but then he saw his wife and said, "Gunnae marry that, I am."

Wife doesn't see the similarities in their pursuit of her because one was suave about it. the other just doesn't care about what he looks like in the eyes of others, and she highkey loves that— just won't admit it.

I love love love that Capt. Soap is passionate when they have sex, but reg Soap is like im gonna get you pregnant, money back guarantee.

"Whadye mean tha' ye need a break? We've jus' begun, bonnie..." he says that 5 rounds in. Pussy is swollen, hole is abused, and she's been stuffed with so much cum it's no longer staying inside even at the angle he has her in to keep it in. She makes a mental note to (ask jeeves) if shooting blanks after finishing multiple times back-to-back is a thing.

She finds squirting embarrassing, as does when her cunt gets air inside but Soap??? Living his best life with it.

"Dinnae be embarrassed, hen, i love it when yer pussy talks back to me." <- this is so embarrassing my face is on fire

He definitely tries to get her to squirt, but he loses all patience because 'Ye just feel so good around my fingers, I cannae wait any longer.'

Soap tells her that his family has twins as he pumps her full of cum, and that he already has a list with names if she wants to go over it sometime later today.

He tells her that he's quit drinking, he's always hydrating, and that he takes his daily vitamins just to give his seed a better chance.

#multiverse cod

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bratshaws · 2 years

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goodness gracious 19. brb x oc

a/n: HEH hi, hi guys......um........im...going through it! Going through it but I managed to finish chapter 19!! hope you guys like it, I missed writing and Im glad my mental health allowed me to finish it. also, I tried get as much info as I could in Little Italy ( again remember im not amurican ok tha nk )

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: no rooster :(, bea avoiding talking to the last heads of the Hydra, overprotective parents.

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“So, you called your brother and your sisters.” Shells asked Bea while watching her friend hold herself upside down on the pole, her thighs clenching on the iron bar. The blonde stood by with her hands on her waist, keeping an eye on Beatrice and keeping alert if she needed to help her come down quickly.

“Yeah,” Beatrice, the upside down view of Shells’ face was weird but she got used to it quickly, holding herself as straight as possible “It wasn’t as bad as I thought it’d be.” she begins, “Marina honestly said that it was about time and she almost asked Derek to see if any of his doctor friends would be interested in me. Michael got a bit…I don’t know, he was a bit surprised, but he said he was happy for me.”

“Did he?”

“I mean,” she furrowed her eyebrows, “He spat out his coffee, which was what I thought Sabrina would do when I told her about it. But he wasn’t angry or anything.” she slowly dangles her body forward to slide down the pole, wiping the sweat forming on her temple, “So…it’s been going well so far.”

Shells hums, going to her own pole with Bea close behind, assuming the position her friend was just seconds before - albeit with a lot more grunting and cursing - “Now there’s only Guillermo and your parents.”

Beatrice lowered her eyes, “Yeah…I’m not…really confident about the three.” Was she probably overthinking? Maybe, but she knew her parents and Guillermo way too well, especially considering her oldest brother took a five hours flight just because her parents asked him to check on her. Not to mention her dad. God her father. Beatrice sighed, looking up at Shells’ upside down pose in silence, choosing to change the subject “Did Bob…message you yet?”

The blonde looked at her friend with her eyes stilling, then she looked away. “No. Did Rooster?” the brunette shook her head negatively, “Yeah, well, they did say they’d be outta contact for a while right?”

“Yeah…” Beatrice looks down at her thumb where her ring used to be, rubbing the slight discoloration on the skin there, “I hope they are okay.'' He has to be, he has to be okay. Which he is, he is okay, he’s safe. God she missed him so much already, three days and she’s already missing him. She only relaxed whenever she inhaled his scent on the Navy hoodie she took home from Sunday, it helped her sleep.

“But you know what?” Shells’ voice snaps her out of her thoughts, “I’m going to prepare him a feast for when he comes back.” her friend has that specific smirk on her face, the one that always screamed ‘i am up to no good’ . “I’m going to go to that nice sex shop downtown, buy myself an arsenal of sexy stuff and prepare something that he will never forget.”

Beatrice widened her eyes, looking around the studio in fear someone else heard their conversation, but they were too busy with their own training and the music pumping prevented them from hearing anything but the song. However…that genuinely made something in Bea’s head spring up “...you and Bob…already did it?”

“Oh yeah,” Shells chuckles, “That sweet face of his hides a lot of delicious secrets.” she says, rolling off the pole to land on her feet, “Not to mention, I have a whole gallery of nudes I’ll send him.”

“Nudes?” Bea questioned quietly, looking down at her hands with her lips parted. She…could do that, right? She could send some to Rooster…but she didn’t want it to be just a simple nude, she wanted it to be a lot more…sensual? Some mood lighting, perhaps? She looks up only to see Shells leaning an arm on the pole with the same smirk still on her face, one eyebrow going up, “I-I was just thinking!”

“Hmhm, about giving Rooster a nice gift he could unwrap back home huh?” Bea blushed a bright red, “Girl, why are you blushing? You think I didn’t see those bites on your neck? Or the way you two left the club? Or how you didn’t come back home on Sunday?”

“I–I never…” she lowered her voice, biting her lower lip, “I never sent anyone a nude, I don’t know what to do.”

Shells smiled, tilting her head then sweeping a hand over her body, “That's why you got me, I’m going to guide you in this journey young grasshopper.” she leans closer, “We should go to the sex shop after this, get you settled for him. What do you say?”

Beatrice hesitates for a bit,running her fingers through her ponytail as she thinks on it, but then she nods with her cheeks burning so bright she’d be used to signal planes. She tried to ignore the huge smile that split across Shells’ face, focusing back on finishing the class instead. Honestly it was a nice distraction from talking to her parents and final brother too, buying lingerie and other stuff? Yes, absolutely.

The class finished without issues, just Shells complaining about her muscles being sore but that was a common occurrence every time, with Tiff telling them she’d see them next week. Shells hooked her arm on Bea’s elbow, guiding the two to her Buick with a pep on her step. Beatrice didn’t know about the sex shop she talked about, mostly because she hasn’t been in one since she was twenty years old and was curious about…things…she couldn’t really talk about with her parents or siblings. Not because she was a girl, but because she was the youngest and they felt it wouldn’t be good for her innocent mind.

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the memory, she had sex ed at school. She wasn’t innocent at all, she knew things…maybe not hands on learning, but she knew the basics! Most of the stuff she ended up knowing she read online in fanfictions about her favorite shows, while she was safe from her family’s eyes in her room. Her first time was with Eric unfortunately, it wasn’t great, it was actually very quick and unimpressive, but for someone so young she thought it’d get better and that they were both nervous about it.

Her thoughts stopped when Shells parked the car in front of a black storefront, with the word ‘Silence… pleasure shop’ on dark letterings standing above the door. She looked around the street, noticing they were a bit farther from the common shopping center area. There was nothing that screamed sex shop besides the use of colors and the pleasure shop, the windows showed parts of the shop where honestly you couldn’t see much besides a few mannequins wearing negligees or short camisoles.

Shells was the first to enter, with Beatrice going right behind, her green eyes widening once she was inside. Well, it was a sex shop because what the windows didn’t showed was the amount of different apparatuses and clothing inside, especially the ones on the wall where the glass from the window couldn’t reach. There was the sound of heels approaching them, with Bea looking ahead to see a woman about their age with short platinum blonde hair and a vinyl styled dress, “Hello! Welcome to Silence!I’m Sydney,how can I help you two today?”

“Hi! So,” Shells looked around while rubbing her hands together, “We are trying to find something for our boyfriends, they were deployed on Monday and will be gone for two months. We need something to…make ‘em feel at home, you know?” Sydney lets out a knowing ‘ah’, then looks at the two of them for a while, squinting her eyes playfully.

She takes the two women to the back of the shop, where a staircase leads to the biggest area in the building, storage size almost, with things from floor to ceiling. Beatrice is so amazed by her surroundings she doesn’t hear what Shells is telling Sydney, only looking back when they reach the bottom of the stairs and the platinum haired woman is looking at her expectantly, “Oh, um…I…I dunno really what I’m looking for.” they had sex once, it was amazing, but she started to doubt herself on what he’d be into.

“Well, that’s what I’m here for!” Sydney smiles, “We can figure some stuff out, how about…let’s start with your favorite colors.”

“Oh, um…I like lilacs, teals, pinks, maybe something like light orange too?” She could see Sydney making notes in her head, all the while listening to her.

“What about your boyfriend? What does he like about you?”

What did Bradley like about her? She immediately blushed, looking at her hands, “Um…if he was here he’d probably say everything.” Sydney’s face softened, her hand touching her chest as she looked absolutely melted by that statement.

“That is so sweet.”Sydney said, “You are a very lucky girl. I think I have the perfect ones for you. Why don’t you follow me?” Beatrice blinked in surprise, how did she already figure something out for her? But she nodded, looking to where Shells was.Her blonde friend was holding up a nurse outfit in front of her body, then changing it to a police officer one, while there were several types of lingerie on the crook of her arms.

She wasn’t too far from her, so she just decided to follow Sydney to the other part of the store, watching the platinum blonde pick certain items from the clothing racks. It was so fast she couldn’t see much of what the outfits looked like, until they reached another counter where Sydney stood behind, putting everything on display.

She had never seen such pretty lingerie in her whole life: most of them were the colors she said, but Sydney told her that red was a great color for her skin tone. That made a shiver run through her, because those were Bradley’s words for her, so she agreed on getting something red. She didn’t get any outfits, because she didn’t know if he’d be…into that, he seemed to prefer her wearing his clothes more than anything else. Beatrice liked three of the ten options Sydney brought up, she had no idea how she figured out her size without asking her, but she liked the options she brought up.

She was never one who got a lot of lingerie in her life, most things weren't her size and if they were, they looked like only someone over seventy could wear it. She was very thankful of how the world changed when it came to plus size people, it wasn’t a lot of progress but it was enough for them to get more options in outfits.

Since she only had lingerie her purchase was a lot lighter than Shells’ was, her eyes widening when she saw her friend holding boxes of things she didn’t really want to know what it was. She was just happy with her purchase and she hoped Rooster would be as well, holding the black and red bag close to her chest, with a little smile.

There wasn’t much they could do once they got out of the shop, going back to Shells’ car once they completed their shopping, with the blonde taking Bea home with a grin that could probably rip her face in half at how wide it was.

Beatrice greeted Jolene before going up into the loft to put the newly purchased undergarments inside her armoire’s drawers, her smile faltering for a second as she checked her phone, unlocking to see that Rooster still hadn’t replied.

She shouldn’t be obsessed with that. He’s doing his job and she understood, no matter what her anxious thoughts would tell her, she believed him and his talent, she believed his team, she believed they’d all come back soon. So,with a deep breath she finished setting her new clothing aside to stand to her feet.

Nevermind she was also ignoring how she had to contact the final three. The so called last heads of the Hydra. She sighed, tsking in annoyance before standing to her feet, “I better get this over with,” she muttered to herself, thumbing down her contacts until she found Guillermo’s number.

Settling herself on her couch, with Jojo by her feet snoozing happily on the floor, Beatrice waited with baited breath for Guillermo to pick up. She knew her oldest brother hated video calls, so it was just going to be a simple talk by phone, a call she just couldn’t help but be nervous about.

The phone was picked up and he spoke before she could, “I was wondering when you’d call me.” his deep voice said from the other line, “Considering the topic you wanted to share.”

Beatrice blinked in surprise, then furrowed her eyebrows. How did he know? Oh…wait, Michael. Michael definitively told him already, “Do you have to be so ominous and cryptic?...you know what, don’t answer–”

“You have a boyfriend now.” he cuts her again, “Someone you met at the bar.” he didn’t sounded as disgusted as she thought he’d be when mentioning the Hard Deck, she hoped it was because their last conversation opened his eyes a bit more, “You’ve been together a month and hadn’t told anyone.”

“For good reason, don’t you think?” she retorted, narrowing her eyes at the open space of her living room, “You’d just scare him off.”

“If you think that then he isn't that brave of a pilot as you say he is.”

“Don’t talk about him like that, you don’t know him.” she even straightened herself on the couch, “This is the exact reason why I hesitated so much, you’d think there’s something wrong with him or that he’s not good enough and that’s not true! Bradley is the sweetest, kindest guy I’ve ever met, he cares about me.”

“We are yet to meet him.” he replied and she groaned in annoyance, tossing her head back against the couch, “We should come to our own conclusions, don’t you think?”

Beatrice bit her lip hard enough she was sure she tasted blood, but she just frowned even more, “You will meet him, when he comes back from deployment.” she explains in a huffe breath, bringing one of her fingers to her mouth to bite a cuticle out of nerves “But when I decide it too, just telling you guys about him is enough for now.”

“Is he coming to the wedding?” Guillermo asks suddenly, which makes his sister pause the chewing on her finger. He must’ve noticed her confused silence because he then added, “...aunt Martha’s wedding. In November.”

“No!No, absolutely not!” she said quickly once her memory wracked back in recognition, “There’s no way I’m taking Brad to the wedding. I want him to meet you guys, not the whole gang.”

“Dad will ask about it.” Guillermo says, “You know he will.”

Shit…he had a point. Her father, once he knows about Brad, would question if he’d join the celebration. It’s more of a test than cordiality, he’d make him meet all the other members , then he’d develop a strategy on how to get answers out of him. The wedding completely slipped her mind and now she had to figure out how to prevent Bradley from being thrown to the wolves, “I-I’ll figure something out, talk to dad.” her brother just hums, “I will talk to dad, not you.”

There’s an awkward pause, that Beatrice chooses to break with a sigh, “I like him, Gui. I like him so much…I just…want you guys to like him too. I don’t want to lose him.”

“You liked Eric too.”

“He’s not Eric. He’s anything but Eric.” she snarled, clenching her hand into a fist on top of her thigh, “Don’t you dare compare him and Eric. Brad is more than Eric ever thought he’d be.” Guillermo is silent after that, she could only hear his breathing from the other line, the sound of traffic mixing in the background meaning her brother was out around Manhattan if she wasn’t wrong.

“...you like him a lot.”

“I do,” the L word popped in her brain again, “I like him a whole lot, Guillermo.”

“...I won’t be cruel and say I’m not happy for you Bea. I want you to be happy and you know that, no matter how much you disagree with certain things I say.” she makes a noise of disapproval but says nothing else, “I want to meet him, whenever you plan on sharing him with us.”

She parted her lips, her eyes slipping shut as she let out a sigh of relief, “I will…I promise.” she whispers, “...thank you, Guillermo.”

“You are welcome, Bea…but you better get to mom and dad fast. You know they’ll figure out something is up soon enough…” his voice distances from the speaker, “I gotta go, I’ll talk to you soon. Bye.” she replies back her own goodbye before he finishes the call. Her phone drops down to her lap and her hands come up to rub her face, keeping her palms against her eyes in complete silence as she digested everything that had just happened.

Guillermo, while sounding displeased, didn’t stop her from going off about Bradley, even keeping his mouth shut when she defended him from his questioning and accusations. He was right in cutting the final heads before they get bigger, about dealing with their parents before, god forbid, they heard from someone else - Leo or Michael - that she was dating someone for a month.

She checked the time on her phone, chewing the inside of her lower lip in thought, meeting Jolene’s eyes as if the pittie would have answers to her torment. Shockingly, the auburn haired dog just stretched herself on the floor and fell asleep with her pink tummy up, alas giving her owner no answers.

So then, Beatrice thought with her eyebrows furrowed, there was only one thing left to do.

Little Italy was where she grew up, where they all grew up and where her parents remained in their golden years. Driving up the streets she knew from childhood, she couldn’t help but feel a mix of apprehension and nostalgia every time she turned a corner and saw a store that was there from the time she was just a young girl.

The colors, the smell, everything reminded her of a more innocent time in her life - innocent and sheltered- where she’d go with her mother or her nonna to the mercato on Saturdays to get fresh produce for the weekend lunches or when there would be the Little Italy Carnevale and she’d hide behind her father in fear of the Venetian masks parading around the street, with her face so pressed against the back of his linen pants it’d mark her skin.

God she hadn’t returned in months. Ever since she moved out.

She clenched her hands on the wheel, sucking in a breath of bravery as she neared her parents’ street, trying to keep her mind clean and eyes focused until she saw their house. It didn’t take long for the army green two story home to appear in her view, the tree in front still full and starting to brown while her mother’s red rose shrubs adorned the front, some of the leaves climbing up to the white steps railing. “It’s fine.” she whispered to herself, “I’ll be fine, there’s nothing to be worried about.” she licked her lips, her arms shaking with nerves, “It’s all…fine…just talk, you can talk to them.”

She parked the Subaru a bit farther from the entrance, not ready if her mother came slamming the door open. She wanted to think of how she’d act, “Hi mama, hi papa.” she whispered to herself, slowly sliding out of the car, “It’s been a while, yes I’m sorry for not calling I’ve been busy.” she rehearsed in her mind, her eyes moving up to the house “I just wanted to stop by and talk to you two, there’s something you should know…”

Beatrice clenched her hands around her bag strap, her steps weighing down on the wooden boards making them creak in complaint. She made it to the front door, the stained glass flower hid most of the inside from her view, but she could hear the sound of a piano being played.

So, she took another breath for courage, then pressed the doorbell. She heard the piano stop and then her father called her mother’s name, which in return she said she’d get it. The ‘thunk thunk’ of her heels only got closer, her mother opening the door just a fraction before a noise made out of her throat, “Oh my god!!” her mother, her sweet 5’4” mother - 5’6” in heels- with dark brown hair and perfect skin for her age yanked the door open.

You would think Beatrice was returning from war by the way she reacted: tears immediately falling down her eyes, her arms wrapping around her daughter’s neck and pulling her down to her height. Beatrice made a noise of complaint, coughing when her mother’s arms just squeezed, “Mom, mom, it’s fine–”

“My baby!OH my baby!!” Claudia shouted, pressing a series of wet kisses to her youngest daughter’s cheeks, cupping them to look up at her, “Oh it’s been so long! So long! Oh, I– Rafael! Rafael, Beatrice is home!!” her mother just tugs her inside before Bea could stop her, closing the door in behind her with a kick.

The two pitbulls, Jolene’s parents, immediately rose from their spots in the floral patterned couch to greet the brunette with the same excitement. Pomodoro and Marinara were their names, something her father made a tradition to all their pets: name them after food. The large dogs tumbled over each other, trying to get and give attention “Oh hey, hey guys!” Beatrice cooed, crouching down to let the pitbulls lick her face, “Enough! Enooough!” she tries to push them away while laughing, Pomodoro making sure his tongue licked even parts of her hair.

“Oh bambina,” Claudia smiled, gently shushing the dogs away, “Oh what a wonderful surprise, oh! Oh, are you hungry?”

“Um, no mama, I–”

“I’ll reheat the lasagna,” Claudia announces, already backing into the kitchen.

“But I already ate–”

“Nonsense! Nonsense! Go greet your father! I’ll call you when it’s done.”

Beatrice sighed, dropping her bag on the couch when she figured out her mother wouldn’t take a no, “Like always,” she murmured under her breath, looking up to the hallway next to the staircase that led to her father’s study, the piano still being played. She sighed, wiping her face from dog drool the best she could before she walked forward, her head tilting at the several pictures of her family members - and her own family- adorning the striped wallpaper, smiling when she saw the younger picture of her nonna and nonno on their wedding day.

Strange, she never noticed her nonno had a mustache.

She shook her head then, walking faster until she reached the open door to her father’s study.Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata was being played when she stopped by the doorframe, a smile spreading over her lips when she figured out the song. Her father had his back to her, the large black console piano in front of him, while around him were bookcases, four on each wall of the room. The large window that overlooked his garden shone with the afternoon sunlight, painting the room in a light yellow.

Beatrice stood there, silent, while her father’s hand moved speedily across the ivory keys, his light blue shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, where she could see his old watch moving every time he pressed a key. His hair, once deep black, was now streaked with gray and was a bit longer below his nape. Even in his age, her father still had the thick voluminous mane of hair from when he was younger.

“Hi papa.” she finally whispered, noticing her father stopped playing, straightening himself on the seat, slowly turning his head to face her.

His glasses were low on his nose and the beard he had for so long was painted gray just like his hair, with the thick mustache over his lips. His light brown eyes warmed up before he smiled, pushing himself upwards away from the bench to step closer to his youngest daughter. Her father was just as tall as Bradley was, shorter than Guillermo but with a presence she was sure it’d make an admiral shake in his boots, “Beatrice,” his smile warmed underneath his facial whiskers and he opened his arms, bringing his daughter to a bear hug, “Bambina, how good it is to see you.”

Beatrice smiled, wrapping her arms back around her father’s torso, pressing her cheek to his chest to hear his heartbeat, “It’s good to see you too, papa.” she whispered, smiling when she felt him kiss the top of her head, “I’m sorry for showing up like this.”

“No, no no,” he chuckled, “There’s nothing wrong in visiting your parents.” While her father lived his whole life in Little Italy, he still had a thick Italian accent from being raised by his Sicilian parents. Something that also added to his whole intimidating aura. “We were wondering when you’d come.”

Beatrice smiled up at him guiltily, “I’m sorry, I’ve been…very busy.” her father’s eyes lost a bit of their shine and his smile faltered for a second.

“Yes, I know…the bar.” he pulls back from her, pulling his glasses off to wipe the lens with a wine colored handkerchief. “Guillermo told me.”

Of course he did, she thought bitterly, but she kept her eyes on her father, “It’s not so bad, papa. I have friends there,” she tried to say, only frowning when her father’s thick eyebrows crinkled in displeasure, “Like…Michelle, you remember her right?” he hums a response, still cleaning his glasses, “I work with her, and her aunt…and everyone there is very nice.”

“Men.”

“Huh?”

Rafael Schiavoni shakes his head with disgust, “Too many men in a small space, dangerous.”

“Dangerous– papa…” she lowers her eyebrows, “It’s not dangerous, I’m fine. See? I’m completely fine.” But her father just sent her a look by the corner of his eye, “Papa…”

“You should’ve stayed with your uncle, you know I do not like you working at a bar.” His voice is quiet, but weighs tons just like Guillermo’s words often did. She sighed, this was already going great wasn’t it? “So close to a naval base too. It’s not safe.”

“It’s not bad. I like it there.” she closed her mouth at the sudden look her father gave her,but she held her ground “I do…I like it a lot. I know a lot of people there, I have friends there….a-and I have,” it was stuck in her throat, the words just clung to her vocal cords like a sloth to a tree, “I-I have…u-um…” she had the best man she could ever ask for, the sweetest, kindest, funniest man she had ever met, “I have…someone…”

Rafael brought his glasses back to his eyes, narrowing them at her, “You have what?”

“S-Someone…” she moved her gaze away, looking at the Divine Comedy collection in one of the bookcases, “I have a boyfriend.”

Silence. It’s complete silence. Her father freezes up immediately, his shoulders locking in a surprised position, his own eyes widening, “You have a what?”

Beatrice bites her lower lip nervously, rubbing her hands together just trying to keep herself occupied, “I have a boyfriend.” she said, louder this time, meeting her father’s shocked gaze, “H-His name is Bradley. He’s… an aviator.” she clenched her eyes, waiting for her Sicilian father’s outburst, coiling a bit into herself. When nothing was heard, she peeked one eye open, looking up to see her father in the same position, only this time his mouth was parted, with his hands clenched into fists.

Rafael just blinked, looking at his feet, then back at Beatrice, with his hands on his hips “...an aviator.” He almost spat it out, “He’s– did you meet him at the bar?”

“I-I…yes but–”

“What type of bar is this?” he snarls, anger slowly morphing his features, “What type of bar-Claudia!” he steps around Beatrice to leave the study, his daughter’s panicked steps not far behind, “Claudia!” her mother looks up from the stove where she is reheating the lasagna, a sweet smile on her face, oblivious to her husband’s sudden anger.

Rafael stops between the two women, “Tell your mother what you just told me.” Claudia’s eyebrows furrowed, her green eyes meeting her daughter’s, her smile losing its force in confusion.

“...mama I have a boyfriend, he’s an aviator, his name is Bradley and I met him at work.” she says in one breath, her whole body shuddering with nerves, her eyes stinging with tears she couldn’t free yet. She would not cry. She’d be strong and defend him, defend her, defend their relationship.

Her mother’s lips parted in a silent gasp, her own eyes widening as she leaned against the kitchen counter, “You–but…Beatrice…Beatrice you– a boyfriend?” her mother’s voice rose a few octaves in surprise, her saliva going down the wrong hole and she coughed, patting her chest in surprise, “Oh…oh Dio Santo, an aviator boyfriend??”

“You two are acting like he’s a drug dealer–”

Her mother’s gasp only got louder, “He’s a drug dealer??”

“No!” Beatrice said quickly, “No!Oh my god! He’s not a drug dealer! But you two are acting like he’s…some sort of criminal! He’s not! He’s the best man I’ve ever met.” her father scoffed, crossing his arms.”I– you guys don’t even know him! Why the hell would you act like this? It’s so unfair for him, he’s—he’s sweet, he’s caring, he brings me flowers, flowers mama! He likes me…I-I just wanted to let you guys know.”

“You are still in the young love–”

“Oh my god!” she cut her father’s words, slamming her hands on the wooden kitchen table, “I’m not young,I am not a child, I am twenty nine! Twenty nine! I am no longer the little girl with pigtails, I am grown, I pay my bills,” she unfurls her fingers to prove her point, “I have a house, I have a job, I have a car, I pay for my own things without asking for permission! I–” her voice drops to a shaky tone, “I like him…and he likes me…why can’t you–why can’t either of you understand that…why is it hard?”

Her parents only stared in stunned silence, the pitties coming over to comfort the brunette by rubbing against her legs. The only sound in the kitchen was the crackling sound of the lasagna being reheated, the cheese popping inside the oven while the three of them stood there staring at each other. It was Claudia who finally said something, “Bambina… we just–” she sent a look to her husband, placing a hand on his arm, “We just worry about you…you know? Ever since you left home—it’s been so quiet.”

Beatrice’s eyebrows curved downwards, but her mother continued, “With you working with your uncle…there was at least the certainty you’d come home every day and we wouldn’t have to worry.” she looks up at her husband again, Rafael sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“We never liked you working at a bar,” he says, “When you told us…we just thought it wouldn’t be for too long, a couple months maybe, then you’d find something better. But one month went by, then two, then three and you never told us about stopping…then came the tattoos, then you moved out and now, now you are telling us you have a boyfriend.”

But Beatrice just frowned more, “It’s life.” she says, “It’s what you did, what mama did. You didn’t stay at home when you found your way,” neither of her parents replied, “Neither did Guillermo,Sabrina,Michael,Marina,Leo…why would I be any different? I know, I know you two worry, but I told Gui this and I’ll tell you: you can’t protect me all the time. I can’t…live life while being sheltered and covered from harm like this, nor will I let you guys talk ill about Bradley without meeting him.”

Her father met her mother’s gaze in a silent conversation, with Claudia sighing but nodding her head, “...yes, yes I suppose, you are right.” he says with his teeth gritted just a bit, “...when will we…meet him then? This Bradley.”

She blinked in surprise, her body relaxing when the conversation was finally going on the way she wanted, “When he comes back from deployment, in two months.” she licked her lips, “I’ll just have to talk to him, he already said yes on meeting you.”

Rafael hummed, running his fingers through his beard, “Is he coming to the wedding?” she shakes her head negatively without even thinking, “I think he should.”

“No!”

“I think it’d be a good idea, bambina,” her mother began, “He could meet the whole family that way–”

“No! No!” Beatrice moves her hands with her eyes wide, “No, no way! I won’t put Brad under that much pressure! Not like that!” not to mention it’d be too soon. When her parents say nothing else, she just sighs, “Please, just let me do this my way?” while they didn’t reply, she saw her mother nod once, her father only stayed with his arms crossed and looking at his feet.

She let out a breath of relief, closing her eyes for a second before she looked up at her father “He…he plays the piano,papa.” that catches his attention, his left eyebrow lifting with interest.

“...does he?” he questions, approaching the table only to pull a chair back, taking a seat while looking at his youngest daughter, “...tell me about it then.”

Beatrice’s mouth upturned into a smile right away.

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(in)convenient [part one]

pairing: im changkyun x f!reader (ft. ex-bf kang yeosang)

summary: finding out your ex-boyfriend is engaged has you lying through your teeth about someone you barely know, merely out of convenience. thankfully changkyun doesn't seem to mind.

word count: 4.4k

warnings: swearing, angst, mentions of sex, (eventual smut)

Being late to class on the first day was not a great look. Especially as a grad student. And unfortunately for you, the room you were trying to get to was in a building on the far side of campus that was rarely used for lectures. It was mostly reserved for offices and meetings, so it was practically a maze to navigate, and the maps by the elevators only confused you further.

The day had already been rocky up until this point, and your scramble to your second class wasn’t making it any better. First your car wouldn’t start, then when it finally did you couldn’t find parking, then in your morning lecture you’d been assigned a project with a partner from your program you barely knew. You knew your degree would require a lot of group work, you were just caught off guard by how suddenly you were being thrust into the brunt of things. Im Changkyun was nice enough, at least from what little you knew about him. You’d had a couple of classes together in undergrad, but you had never had a real conversation with him until today when you exchanged numbers to talk about your assignment.

The room your class was in was tucked away in the corner of the building on the second floor. It was a conference room that was used for class overflow when the university booked too many courses at the same time. No wonder it took you so long to find it. Evidently, your history class had gotten the short end of the stick, which wasn’t surprising. Because even though you weren’t getting your degree in history, you had enough sense to know that the history programs were often overlooked in general.

Since it was a conference room, the set up was much different than what you were used to. Instead of desks, long tables formed a rectangle in the middle of the floor where everyone sat facing each other. Your professor was at the front of the room, standing in front of the projector screen as she called roll. She barely noticed you as you slid into the first empty seat you saw and you breathed a sigh of relief.

She was moving down the roster pretty fast, making notes in the margins about nicknames, pronunciation, and each student’s preferred pronouns. You fiddled with the ring on your middle finger, switching it between your pointer, then your ring fingers nervously.

“Kang Yeosang?”

Your head snapped up so fast that your neck audibly cracked, and you nearly spat out the iced coffee you’d been drinking.

“Here!”

The voice came from right next to you. You hadn’t even realized you’d taken the seat next to your ex-boyfriend until that very second. You hadn’t even realized that he was in this class.

Yeosang turned and gave you a polite smile of acknowledgement before returning his attention to your professor. You remained frozen in place until she called your name. Only then did you relax the tiniest fraction to tell her you were present.

You had to drop this class. You couldn’t spend an entire semester in the same room as Kang Yeosang, let alone spend it sitting right next to him. But you needed the course to graduate... maybe you could take it another semester- your train of thought was interrupted by your professor, who had introduced herself as Dr. Bender, instructing everyone to partner up for a ‘quick exercise’. You could weigh the pros and cons of dropping the class later. First, you needed to focus on finding a partner nearby who wasn’t-

“Want to be partners?” Yeosang’s voice was the last thing you wanted to hear, but you couldn’t just ignore him. Well, you could, but you didn’t want to seem like you were still bitter over the breakup that happened almost two years ago even though you absolutely were.

A quick glance to his left indicated that the girl on the other side of him had already grouped up with the guy on her left, leaving you as the only option. It was a relief to know that he wasn’t singling you out on purpose, not that he was the kind of person to do that anyway. Yeosang was a decent guy, your relationship had just ended badly with a lot of heartbreak on your end.

You weren’t sure if it was fair to hold that against him after so much time had passed, but you couldn’t help it. Just looking at him threatened to bring up those feelings you had worked so hard to suppress. That’s why you had deleted every trace of him from your phone. All of your messages, pictures, everything had been erased so you wouldn’t have to be reminded of him. It was probably all still there somewhere in the cloud, but you weren’t planning on searching for it any time soon.

“Sure,” you answered reluctantly.

By now, the person to your right had also partnered up leaving you with no other choice.

“What do we have to do?”

“Dr. Bender put up some questions on the projector for us to answer. We’re supposed to get to know each other and then I think we have to share something we learned about the other person when the timer runs out.”

“This is a graduate level course, right?” you asked, feeling mildly annoyed that you were spending your time doing this instead of something productive. Even going over the syllabus would be less painful.

Yeosang chuckled half-heartedly and shrugged. “She said her classes are always really close with each other by the end of the semester, so we’ll probably be doing this sort of thing a lot.”

“Did she say all of this before I got here or was I just not listening?”

“Mix of both, I think.” He had the audacity to smirk before clearing his throat and looking back up at the screen. “We should probably get to the questions.”

You nodded in agreement and turned to look at the screen, careful not to brush up against him in the process. The questions were all typical icebreakers, asking about pets, favorite colors, program of study, things you and Yeosang already knew about each other.

He seemed to make the realization at the same time you did because he murmured a quiet “oh” under his breath and scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

You tried to diffuse the awkwardness. “I don’t suppose your favorite show has changed since...” but you trailed off, unable to bring yourself to say it.

“Nope, it’s still New Girl,” he answered, saving you from yourself.

You were the one who had introduced him to New Girl and now you couldn’t even watch it anymore because you associated it with him. One of the many things Kang Yeosang had ruined for you.

“So I guess not much has changed,” you said quietly.

“Well, I don’t know if I’d say that.”

“What do you mean?”

“I-” he paused suddenly, eyes widening. “You’re engaged too?”

You followed his gaze down to your hand, not having realized you had still been playing with your ring. The one that was sitting on your left ring finger.

It didn’t even look like an engagement ring, at least not really. It was a gold band with a dark green opal embedded in the center— okay maybe it did look a little bit like an engagement ring considering so many people were moving away from the traditional diamonds and silver… curse those newaged trendy indie jewelers.

You were about to deny it, clarify that you usually wore it on your middle finger, but then it dawned on you. Yeosang had asked if you were engaged too, meaning also, which implied that he was engaged. This was news to you. You didn’t even know he was dating anyone.

The truth was, you hadn’t had a long-term partner since Yeosang. You had gone on a few dates, had a couple of flings, but nothing stuck. It was embarrassing to know that your ex had gone off and found someone else, someone better, and was fully in love and committed to them while you seemed to be exactly where he’d left you.

So you lied.

“Yes,” you said as confidently as possible, hoping he wouldn’t ask any further questions.

He beamed. “Congrats! I’m so happy you’ve found someone!”

“Likewise,” you agreed stiffly, and against your better judgment, “who’s the lucky lady?”

“Her name is Jiwoo. I think you’d really like her!”

You had to refrain from rolling your eyes. What was it with men and thinking all of the women in their lives would get along? Especially an ex-partner and a current partner? You nodded instead.

“What about you?” Yeosang asked. “Who has the pleasure of being your fiance?”

Fuck. You should have known he’d throw the ball back in your court after that question. Your curiosity had gotten the best of you once again.

At that very moment, your phone vibrated on the table, lighting up with a text notification from your project partner. His name slipped out of your mouth before you even realized what you were saying.

“Im Changkyun.”

You snatched your phone off the desk, hoping Yeosang hadn’t seen the text. Otherwise he might wonder why you had your supposed fiance saved under such a formal name in your contacts. The text he’d sent was even more damning. It read: hey this is changkyun just making sure i have the right number?

“I’ve seen him around,” Yeosang murmured, suddenly seeming less enthusiastic than he had just a moment ago. “Nice guy.”

You nodded. “Yeah, he’s great.”

Guilt twisted in your gut. You shouldn’t have lied to your ex boyfriend, even if you were just trying to save face. You shouldn’t have dragged Changkyun’s name into it either. You were relieved Yeosang didn’t seem to know him that well, but now he was permanently tied to you in some stranger’s head. Well, you definitely couldn’t drop this class now. He would know it was because of him if you did. You would just have to remember to wear your ring every day, and maybe it wouldn’t come up again.

“Hey, you and Changkyun should come to dinner with Jiwoo and I on Friday night!” Yeosang suggested. “We were planning to check out one of the new restaurants downtown. It could be a double date.”

“Yeah, that sounds great!”

What was wrong with you? Literally what the fuck was wrong with you? Later you’d tell him you came down with something- Changkyun came down with something and you would have to stay home. But then he might try to reschedule, fuck. Were you really going to have to orchestrate an elaborate breakup with your fake fiance to avoid coming clean to your ex-boyfriend? It wasn’t out of the realm of possibility.

“Great, I’ll text you the details tonight. I still have your number.”

“Will uh, Jiwoo be okay with it?” you asked, hoping for a way out. “Seeing as we’re exes and all?”

“Yeah, I don’t see why not! She’s still friends with her last ex-girlfriend, and we’re both engaged to other people now.”

“Okay, cool.”

It was not cool, but it was too late now. Now you had to play the long game, pretend like you were actually going to go through with it and then cancel at the last minute.

Before you had any more time to stress over the hole you’d dug yourself into, Dr. Bender was regrouping the class and asking students to share what they had learned about each other from the exercise. You already knew what Yeosang was going to say once she got to you two.

You wanted to bolt as soon as class ended, but Yeosang caught up with you before you could slip away. He just so happened to be parked in the same garage as you so you walked the half-mile, uphill path together.

Yeosang had wanted to be friends after your breakup. He said that he still wanted you in his life, that you were important to him, etc. etc.. But you didn’t think you’d be able to stomach it, especially not so soon after the relationship was over. No, you needed a clean break. Yeosang was upset, but he understood. And you got what you wanted, until now, that is.

You supposed that Yeosang got what he wanted in the end. He chatted happily to you about the other classes he was taking as you walked together. You tried to listen, but your mind was racing.

“Where are you parked?” Yeosang asked once you reached the garage.

“Fourth floor,” you sighed.

“Hey, me too!” he exclaimed brightly. “What a coincidence.”

You faked a smile and followed him diligently up the flights of stairs, only pausing to catch your breath once. You were both breathing hard by the time you made it to the top and a single glance at Yeosang brought you back to all of those nights you spent in bed together, tangled in the sheets, whispering and giggling as you came down.

You forced yourself to look away, nostalgia getting the better of you.

“See you Wednesday, I guess?” he asked, hopeful.

“I thought we were getting together on Friday.”

“Yeah, but we have class again before then.”

Right. You’d forgotten that this stupid class was twice a week. You’d have to put up with him, play nice, pretend you were fucking engaged twice a week.

“Oh yeah, that’s right,” you said finally, nodding as you spoke. “I’ll see you then.”

You were all too ready to part ways, keys already in your hands. You breathed a sigh of relief when you got into your car, slumping down into your seat with your face in your hands. That had been the longest two hours of your life. Having to repeat it twice a week for an entire semester was going to be hell.

You don’t text Changkyun back. Not right away, at least. In all honesty, you weren’t sure what to say to him. Do you tell him what you’d said to Yeosang? Obviously, right? It’d be wrong not to. But how were you just supposed to mention it casually- like, “oh yeah, by the way, I know this is the first time we’re having a real conversation, but I told my ex we’re engaged”. He would definitely ask your professor to switch partners. You couldn’t even blame him because you’d do the same thing if a stranger slash acquaintance used you as their fake fiance without asking first.

Just the thought of having the conversation filled your chest with dread. So you didn’t message him back. Not until it was almost midnight and you were laying in bed and you remembered that you had left him hanging.

You stared at his message before typing out your answer.

Im Changkyun: hey this is changkyun just making sure i have the right number?

It shouldn’t have been so hard to respond. Yet it had taken you half a day just to get the guts to send a reply. You hoped Changkyun didn’t think you were ignoring him on purpose, even though you technically were.

Y/n: this is y/n! sorry for getting back to you so late.

You locked your phone and set it on your bedside table, just for it to light up with a notification a moment later. You were surprised Changkyun was so quick to respond, especially considering you had blown him off for so long. But then again, it wasn’t as if you were teenagers in a “talking” stage. You were colleagues in an academic setting. There wasn’t a reason to play the waiting game- unless of course you were avoiding him because you had accidentally roped him into a lie about your romantic life.

Im Changkyun: no worries! When should we meet to discuss everything? The first segment of our assignment is due in a week.

Y/n: Wednesday maybe? I have another class after ours but I’m free the rest of the day.

Im Changkyun: perfect. wanna meet at one of our apartments? the library’s always full of undergrads

Y/n: we were literally undergrads not that long ago

Im Changkyun: and now we’re grad students so that automatically makes us better than them

Y/n: :/

Im Changkyun: i’m kidding. mostly.

Y/n: are you though?

Im Changkyun: 50/50

You laughed, nearly forgetting the mess you’d gotten yourself into with this man. At least he was easy to talk to. That might make the whole thing easier. Maybe he wouldn’t take it too bad.

Y/n: we can meet at my apartment if you want. i don’t have roommates so we won’t have to worry about taking up space.

Im Changkyun: i don’t have roommates either! we could do your place this time and mine the next time? if that works for you?

If there was a next time.

Y/n: sounds good. see you wednesday.

Wednesday came far too soon for your liking. You didn’t feel prepared for anything you had to do today. You’d been unable to focus on anything except for how you were going to explain your situation to Changkyun.

You didn’t absorb anything from last night’s reading, no matter how many times your eyes ran over the page. Even skimming the article again before class wasn’t helpful, but luckily you were able to coast through the lecture without being called on.

You didn’t have to speak to Changkyun or Yeosang in class, aside from exchanging pleasantries with both of them and then walking to the parking garage again with Yeosang, which you considered to be a blessing. The last thing you needed was another opportunity to dig yourself into a grave by opening your big mouth.

Changkyun was set to arrive around eight, and you spent all afternoon cleaning your apartment in an attempt to make it presentable. You had just moved in, so it wasn’t that messy, but you had nothing else to channel your nervous energy into so you scrubbed the kitchen sink three times until your sponge frayed and swept the floor until your back hurt from bending over to pick up the dustpan.

You cooked yourself dinner, leaving a little extra tortellini in the pot on the stove in case Changkyun got hungry while he was over. It was the polite thing to do, right? People did that... or was it crazy? Was it weird to plan ahead for something that might not even happen? Well it was too late, because you were full and you didn’t want to put the food away because then you’d have dirty dishes in the sink you’d just cleaned and then he’d see them and-

A knock on your door startled you out of your spiraling and you shuffled over to open it as fast as you could so that you could go ahead and get it over with.

Changkyun was dressed down in a black tee and sweats, similar to what you were wearing. His long black hair was tucked behind his ear on one side, showing off the clear frames of his glasses. All those years sharing a classroom with him and you never noticed how handsome he was. Fuck. That was just going to make this harder to endure.

You invited him in and told him that he could set his things on the dining table.

“It smells good in here,” he complimented, taking a seat next to the empty chair where he’d placed his backpack.

“Thank you, I just finished with dinner,” you explained. “I made too much. Do you want some?”

He shook his head politely. “I just ate too, but thank you. Depending on how long we’re here for, though, I might take you up on it later.”

You nodded, pleased with his ‘maybe’ response.

“Let me just put the rest away then so it’s not sitting out. You can, uh, pull up the instructions for our first assignment if you want.”

“Good idea, I’ll do that.”

You busied yourself with finding a tupperware container for the pasta while Changkyun pulled his laptop out of his bag and booted it up. You reluctantly placed the now-empty dishes in the sink and filled them with water to soak.

He moved his backpack to one of the chairs at the end of the table so that you could sit next to him and see his computer screen. He already had the document opened for you to go over together, and when you sat down he pushed the laptop closer to the middle so that you would both be able to have a good view.

The project was fairly straightforward, though it would be a good amount of work. It involved a fifteen to twenty page theoretical dissection of the topic of choice and then a presentation in front of your entire class at the end of the semester. You were feeling lightheaded just looking at it but Changkyun just smiled and kept scrolling.

The first section of the project that was due next week was the topic selection and proof of preliminary research.

“That seems easy enough,” Changkyun said, folding his arms across his chest. He looked to you for validation and you nodded in agreement. “We can think about topics over the weekend and then reconvene? Unless you wanted to start now.”

“About that,” you mumbled, figuring you needed to rip the bandaid off sooner or later. You didn’t want to waste Changkyun’s time working on the project in case he wanted nothing to do with you after you broke the news. So you’d tell him first, then you could discuss topic choices if he didn’t file a restraining order. “Do you know Kang Yeosang?”

“Kind of, why?”

Changkyun listened to you ramble until the very end, and he was still there by the time you were finished explaining- which you took to be a good sign, unless he was just waiting for the opportunity to cuss you out.

“Is that it?” he asked, seemingly unfazed by everything he had just heard.

“Um, yeah, I think so. And like I said, I’m so sorry! It was totally unintentional. Your name just happened to pop up at the wrong time. I know I shouldn’t have even lied in the first place but-”

“So all I have to do is show up to dinner on Friday?” he asked, interrupting your spiraling.

“What, no! No, no, you don’t have to do that. I was just going to tell Yeosang you weren’t feeling well and that we couldn’t come,” you rushed to explain, feeling even more embarrassed at how convoluted this whole thing was.

“Why would you do that?”

You sighed, laying your head on the table in defeat. “To save myself from the humiliation of telling the truth.”

“No, I mean, why wouldn’t we just go anyway? Prove to the guy you’ve moved on, and that you’re better off without him? Isn’t that what you want?”

You turned your head to the side so that you could look at him, gauge his reactions. “Yeah, I guess. But we barely know each other. I don’t expect you to do all of that for me. I couldn’t ask you to do something like that.”

“You’re not asking me. I’m offering.”

He was fucking with you. He had to be.

“You’re serious? You’d really pretend to be my fiance?”

“Sure, why not? Sounds like it could be a good time.”

You wanted to laugh. Pretending to be a stranger’s fiancé didn’t sound like your idea of fun, but to each their own.

“Oh my god, you mean it? Because that would be great. You’d be doing me a huge favor.”

“I mean it.”

“Wow, thank you. Um, how can I repay you? Other than buying your dinner, of course.”

“You don’t have to buy my dinner.”

“It’s literally the least I could do.”

“If I’m your fiancé, shouldn’t I be buying your dinner?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“First of all, you’re the one doing the favor for me, so I’m buying your meal. Second of all, just because you’re the man doesn’t mean you need to pay for your partner all of the time.”

“I never said anything about being a man, though I am a little traditional in that sense, I guess. I just like to provide for my partners, is that so wrong?”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes. “I guess not. I'm paying for dinner though. End of story.”

“We’ll see,” he replied through a grin.

“But aside from that, I could do most of the legwork on our project, if you want.”

“What, no. Why would I want you to do that?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. In my experience with group work, no one really wants to contribute so I end up doing most of it anyway. I didn’t see this being any different and figured I might as well give you an out, since you’re doing me this favor and all.”

“So that’s what you think of me, huh?” You could tell he was offended even though he was trying to play it off like a joke.

“That’s not it,” you explained, trying to backpedal. “We don’t really know each other and I just assumed it’d be like every other group project.”

“Well, that’s not the case. I’m not going to let you do all of the work, even if that’s what you were secretly hoping for.”

It was your turn to be offended. “Why would I-”

Changkyun scoffed. “Please, you’re trying to tell me that you don’t like being in creative control? That you don’t actually prefer to work alone?”

You narrowed your eyes at your newly acquainted partner. “Are you calling me a control freak?”

“I never said that.”

“You implied it.”

“You’re putting words in my mouth,” he muttered, narrowing his eyes to match your glare. It was silent between the two of you for a solid thirty seconds and you started to panic, thinking that all of this had been a terrible, terrible idea before Changkyun broke into a smile all of the sudden. “I think this will work. The chemistry’s there.”

“I- wha- okay,” you stammered, still recovering from the whiplash. “Then what do you want in return?”

“I’ll have to think about it and get back to you.”

Then you watched him check his watch and stand to pack his things. “I’ve gotta run, but we can meet at my place next time. I’ll pick you up on Friday so we can arrive at the restaurant together.”

“Okay.”

“Just text me the time, okay?”

“Okay.”

He was at the door now, backpack slung over his shoulder.

“Wait-” you exclaimed suddenly, reaching out for him but not touching him. He raised his eyebrows expectantly. “Did you want that pasta?”

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