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as a fat person who's always clamoring for more interesting fat characters in media, I honestly think one of my all-time favorite depictions of a fat character is Jumba from the original Lilo and Stitch - both visually and personality wise

from a design perspective, even though he's an alien, he has so many little anatomy quirks that make him a more believable fat character than many fat human designs in other media. I love the realistic sag and layering of the fat on his arms, the lack of neck definition, the rim of chub around his face and upper back, the way his back is rounded. his clothes pull taut and pinch in anatomically accurate places (e.g. shoulders are firmer = smoother outlines, the sides and back are squishier = bumpier outlines).

and he's stylized so well! all these great details boiled down to some simple shapes and pen strokes. IMO the Lilo and Stitch art style is extremely appealing - it's warm and clean and visually pleasing, but every character is super unique. Jumba isn't supposed to be pretty, but even though he's a very large, very fat, bald older guy who spends most of the movie in crop tops, the way he's stylized and staged makes it clear the audience is supposed to find him interesting to look at, and variably intimidating/cool/powerful/capable. he's often funny, but the physical aspect of his comedy is derived from being so hefty the other characters struggle to prevent him from barreling ahead and doing whatever he wants; being fat makes him come off more in control of the funny situations he gets into, not less. also, because the art style is what it is, a lot of his character acting also just makes him look kind of cute ... though that's universal across the cast

I also really like the fact that his size clearly gives him both realistic advantages and realistic disadvantages. along with having a stronger sense of agency in the comedic scenes, his size in combination with his impulsivity also makes him a more intimidating antagonist. you never know what he's going to do, and his size makes it difficult for other characters to stop him when he's made up his mind. at the same time, it seems to take him longer to catch his breath, he sometimes grunts when moving around a lot to imply it takes more effort, and he clearly struggled to find clothes that fit him when putting together his disguise. I think it's awesome that the character's size impacts how he interacts with the world so much, and again, in relatable ways

and personality wise, it is ALWAYS great to see fat characters portrayed as intelligent - not only is Jumba an accomplished scientist, he's also crafty and witty! a few quiet scenes imply a philosophical side, as he ponders on Stitch's existence and feelings as a living weapon. with Stitch explicitly being made in his own image to an extent, I'd argue there's even room to interpret some of the things he says about Stitch being hints to how he sees himself; we never learn much about Jumba's past, but it's clear he's a social misfit and strongly defiant. I don't think it's a stretch to assume some of what he said to Stitch about being a monster who can never belong anywhere was intended to read as projection (which makes it all the more heartwarming when both of them find a place to belong on Earth)

it's also a nice twist that toward the end, Jumba is the one who is unexpectedly compassionate toward Nani, while Pleakley tries to urge him to ignore her. again alluding to a level of emotional depth and intelligence that is often missing from even well-intentioned depictions of fat people. his character isn't even fully explored, and yet he's one of the most dynamic and interesting supporting characters in a movie full of fantastic characters. the audience is expected to find him fascinating and even sort of mysterious, and he is!

the sequels and spinoffs were more merchandise-driven franchise fluff for kids than the artsy direction of the original movie, but even so, I remember Jumba went on to become Lilo's lovable, amoral uncle figure, which I also thought was so fun as a kid. I love that they committed to the fact that he was more caring and compassionate than he seemed. not only was he a cool evil mad scientist character, but he was also eventually ... a friend ...

and he was even gay

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Cherry Red, Crimson Blood

Chapter 56: Making Home

Summary: Now that you've got the house, it's time to make it feel like home.

Pairing: Poly 141 x reader

Word Count: 8,583 words

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, explicit sexual content, p in v sex, anal sex, smut, oral sex, fingering, unprotected sex, praise kink went wild with this one, munch Kyle makes his return, alpha/beta/omega dynamics, alternate universe, a little bit of angst, bad attempts at humor, language

A/N: This chapter tried to kill me but I did it. I finished it. Wound up like twice as long as I thought it was going to because of extra smut so you're welcome.

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“We got the house!”

Excited cheers sound on the other end of the phone.

“Congratulations kitten!”

“Very exciting news, love.”

“Can’t wait to see it.”

“I can’t wait for you all to come and visit and see it. It needs a little work but it’s so nice. It really feels like home being there.” You say.

“What’s it like?” Kyle asks.

“Three bedrooms, with the main one big enough for a large bed, two bathrooms so I don’t have to share with you stinky men. Four acres so we can have our farm. Nice big kitchen so we’re not stepping on each others toes.”

“Sounds perfect.” Johnny says.

“Send us photos when you get there.” Simon says. “I want to see.”

“Of course.” You say, kicking your legs back and forth. You’re laying on the bed in the Airbnb, John heating up leftovers from dinner last night. “I can’t believe we got it.”

“It’s lucky you got it so fast.” Simon says.

“Perhaps it was fate.” Kyle says.

“Whatever it was that made it possible, I owe it a lot. There were a couple other places that would have been fine but this one was the one.” You flop over onto your back. “I cant wait to see you all again.”

“We can hardly wait either.” Johnny says. “Soon as ye get into the house we’ll drive up and visit for a weekend.”

“It’ll be Easter soon. Four day weekend.” Kyle says. “I’ll be up there before then.”

“I can’t wait for you to finally be free.” You say.

“Don’t talk like that.” He chuckles. “I am excited for this new adventure, though. Can’t wait to see what comes next.”

“A farm with lots of animals and a dog and lots of free time.” You say.

“Big dreams, little girl.” Simon says. “I hope they all come true.”

Well, most of them will. Part of your dream is that Simon and Johnny will also retire and the five of you can live out the rest of your lives happy and free from the stress of the military, but you know that’s not going to happen for a long time.

“Thanks,” You say, looking up as John comes in the room.

He lays on the bed next to you and you move the phone between you. “You lads doing alright?”

“Yes, sir.” Kyle says. “Hanging in there.”

“It’s not the same without ye.” Johnny says. “Miss ye.”

“It’s definitely strange. Hasn’t quite hit yet.” John says. “Alright, boys, I’ve got to feed our girl before she gets grouchy.”

You open your mouth in shock. “I don’t get grouchy.”

“Yer the one that has to deal with that now.” Johnny laughs.

“Rude.” You pout. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay?”

“Take it easy, love.” Kyle says. “Don’t be too hard on John.”

“I’m not being hard on him.” You say. “Love you.”

A chorus of I love you’s follows before you hang up.

“I don’t get grouchy.” You pout, turning to face John, trying to convince him you’re right.

He gives you a look before pushing himself up to sit. “You’ve never been on the receiving end of your terror when you’re hungry.”

You continue to pout as he stands up, heading out the bedroom door. “I’m not grouchy.” You say to yourself as you push off the bed to follow him.

“We need to go paint shopping and furniture shopping.” You say, your head resting on John’s chest. “I need to think about décor too.”

You’ve been thinking a lot about your soon to be home and what you want it to look like. Cozy, warm, inviting. Lots of comfortable furniture and blankets and pillows. You want it to feel like home, like the MacTavish farm had. You want artwork and family photos lining the walls and big book shelves with lots of books.

“Let’s sign the papers and get the keys first.” He chuckles, his fingers tracing patterns up and down your arm where it’s slung across his stomach.

“I’m just excited.” You sigh. “I still can’t believe we got it.”

“I know.” He kisses your forehead. “I am happy it worked out.”

You are lucky that things worked out the way they did. You’re not sure what you would have done if you hadn’t gotten that house. You would have found another that you tolerated, but you’re not sure you could have made it feel as much like home as this one does. You can’t wait to make it your home, to have your pack settle down into a normal life with each other. Well, semi-normal. As normal as it can be.

“I can’t wait for Kyle to get to us too.” You say.

“Couple more weeks.” John says. “Around the time we close he should be on his way.”

“Good. I can get his help picking out stuff.” You say. “We’re gonna need so much. We don’t even have dishes to eat on.”

“One thing at a time.” John says, resting his cheek against your head.

“Can we at least look at paint tomorrow?” You ask, your eyes starting to droop a bit despite your excitement.

“If that will make you happy.” He says.

You hum. “It will.”

He presses another kiss to your forehead, still stroking your arm as you drift off to sleep.

“I’m thinking blue for the living room.” You say, looking at the rows and rows of paint color sample cards. “Something light.”

“You want to paint the whole room?” John asks as he grabs one of the cards.

“No, just an accent wall.” You say, grabbing another, looking through the many shades. “Something to give it life beyond the dull white. I like the tan in the kitchen. Nice neutral. I’m thinking green over the red in that one room.”

“You want to paint the spare room?” He asks.

You shrug. “We can still use it. It could be an office or a gym. We can use the other room for guests. I’m thinking we leave that room white.” You look down at the cards in your hands before looking back up at him. “I feel like I’m making all of the decisions.”

He gives you a look, leaning down towards you. “This house is your nest. I want you to make it what you want.”

A slight shiver runs down your spine as you stare up at him, at the sincerity in his gaze. “Okay.”

“Here,” He says, grabbing a couple green cards, looking over them. “How about this green for the red room?”

You drop your gaze from his face to the cards, looking at the light green shade. “I see the vision. It’ll take a lot to cover that red though.”

“That’s alright. We’ll just get a lot of primer.” He says. “How about purple for the main bedroom.”

Your eyebrows nearly shoot up into your hair. “You’d let me paint something purple?”

“Of course.” He says, grabbing a couple cards. “Like I said, this is for you.”

You stare at him for a moment before glancing at the purple cards. “Well then that changes everything.”

A grin forms on his face as you take the purple cards, his hand resting on your lower back as you look through them. You’re distracted, barely noticing the way John’s hand presses harder against your lower back, his body stiffening slightly beside you.

Something tickles in the back of your brain, drawing you from your thoughts as the scent of alpha washes over you. It burns your nose, the scent wrong and overpowering. John’s hand has moved from your back to your hip, your body pressed up tight against his side. There’s someone else in the aisle with you, perusing over cans of paint.

It’s an alpha, his gaze flicking over to you every so often. He’s young, a bit too cocksure and haughty. He’s projecting his scent, likely because you’re there.

Great. Just what you needed.

John shifts you over to his other side, putting himself between you and the alpha. You clutch the paint cards to your chest, staring up at John as he watches the other alpha. The other alpha glances up at him a couple times and you hold your breath, the cards in your hands shaking from the nerves of a possible confrontation. You don’t doubt John and his ability to protect you. He’s a seasoned alpha, a seasoned fighter. He’s a retired soldier for goodness sake. He could take down this cocksure alpha easily, but the last thing you want is a fight to happen in the middle of a hardware store.

“Problem, mate?” The alpha says, turning to face John.

“None at all.” John says cooly, his posture relaxed, demeanor calm.

The alpha gives him a once over and you hope he’ll decide it’s not worth the risk, but you’re not so lucky. The alpha tilts his chin up as his gaze flicks to you where you hide halfway behind John. “Cute girl you got there.”

“She’s taken.” John says, his shoulders starting to tense just slightly. You wouldn’t have noticed if you didn’t know him well enough.

“I bet.” The alpha huffs. He leans slightly to the side to see you better. “What do you say, sweetheart, want to go for a ride with a real alpha?”

You don’t respond, but you couldn’t even if you wanted to. You’ve never thought about this happening, about a confrontation with another alpha. Most people were deterred by John’s presence, but you knew there was always a possibility of some kid getting it in his head he could take on a seasoned alpha.

Of all places it’s a hardware store.

“She’s fine where she is.” John says. “I suggest you take a hint and go about your business.”

“Or what, old man?” The alpha chuckles. “Gonna fight me?”

John moves before you even realize it, closing the distance in three long strides. His hands grip the alpha’s shirt, lifting him almost off his feet so they’re face to face. John’s voice is firm, the captain starting to come out.

“I’d prefer not to, but if that’s what you want, I can make it happen.” The poor kid finally looks scared as John speaks to him, the alpha’s scent starting to waver as John’s takes over. “I’ll have my omega call you an ambulance now so they’re here in time to scrape whatever pieces of you are left off the floor.” He pulls the alpha closer, his toes scrambling to keep hold on the floor. “I’d suggest you go about your business, get what you came here for and leave.”

John releases the alpha and for a tense moment nothing happens. You hold your breath, hands shaking with adrenaline as you wait for the alpha’s response. He gulps as he stares up at John for a moment before nodding, taking a few steps back. His eyes flicker to you as you stand there before looking back at John. He makes the smart decision to turn on his heel, making his way down the aisle until he disappears around the corner.

John stands there for a moment, shoulders tensed before he turns back to you. He steps up close to you, his hands gently gripping your arms. You stare up at him, the adrenaline still pulsing beneath your skin. You really thought for a moment there John was going to have to fight him, but thankfully that alpha wasn’t as stupid as you thought he might be.

“Okay?” John asks quietly.

You nod. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

He nods, wrapping an arm around you as he steers you towards the door. You’ll worry about getting paint later, once you’re actually ready to move into the house. Still you clutch the sample cards in your hand, your fingers curled around them. You’re not sure you could let them go right now. Besides, you need to finalize your decisions.

John leads you out to the car, keeping an eye out in case that alpha decided to change his mind, but he’s not waiting for you. You’d rather not have to deal with the ramifications of a public fight. It wasn’t unheard of, alphas duking it out in public over an omega.

You’d do the right thing like John said and call an ambulance before the first punch was thrown.

“Sorry, love.” John says as the two of you get into the car. “Hate that this was cut short.”

You’re silent for a moment before you turn to face him, the adrenaline still pumping in your veins. “That was the hottest thing you’ve ever done.” You say, staring at him wildly. “I’d suck you off right now if we weren’t in public.”

“Appreciate it, sweetheart.” John grins, chucking you under the chin before he starts the car. “But I agree that we should wait until we get back. I’d rather not let the entire parking lot of the store see your bare ass.” He sinks his teeth in his lip. “That’s for me only.”

You let out a quiet whine, excitement stirring in your stomach, shooting straight down between your legs.

You can’t wait to get back to the Airbnb.

Kyle arrives a week before the sale closes.

You had hardly slept in anticipation of seeing him again after a long month away. You’re not sure how you’re going to stand being apart from Johnny and Simon for so long if a month about does you in.

You slam into him so hard he grunts, his arms wrapping around you to keep from going over backwards and taking you with him. You wouldn’t have minded. He’d break your fall.

“Good to see you again, love.” He chuckles, waddling you backwards into the house.

“I missed you so much.” You say, squeezing him as tight as you can.

“I know you did.” He says, kissing the top of your head. “Good to see you again, sir.” He says, John’s body pressing up against your back.

“None of that now.” John says. “We’re retired.”

“That’s a habit that’s going to take time to break.” Kyle says, gently prying you off of him to hug John.

You slip out from between them, watching them for a moment. Your alpha and beta finally reunited and free from the military. Now you just have your other alpha and beta to work on. Chip away at that stubborn desire to remain enlisted.

You think you can do it.

It’ll take some time, though. Time you might not have.

“So, when do I get to see this magnificent house?” Kyle asks, putting down his bag.

“Soon. The closing process is almost done. Then we have a lot of work to do.” John says.

“Painting, furniture buying, furniture assembly, decorating, barn building, animal buying.” You list off. All things you’ve been thinking about these last couple weeks.

John chuckles. “You retire thinking you’ll get freedom and then you go and buy a house.”

“Sounds like you’ve been busy.” Kyle says, sitting down on the couch.

“You have no idea.” John says, sitting down next to him.

“It’s good for us.” You say, plopping yourself down in Kyle’s lap, swinging your legs over John’s. “Keeps us from getting bored.”

Kyle chuckles, wrapping his arms around you. “I doubt you’ve let him get bored.”

You grin, leaning in to kiss him. “His dick has to be getting sore and I’m not even in heat.”

“Well, now I’m here to alleviate some of that.” Kyle says, nipping at your bottom lip.

John shifts as you kiss Kyle, one hand slipping around the back of Kyle’s neck. “Fucking gorgeous, you two.”

You giggle, Kyle’s lips leaving yours to trail down your neck. Your own teeth sink into your lip as he sucks at your skin, pressing his nose against your throat to inhale deeply. “Fucking hell, get a load of that.”

“She’s been insatiable lately.” John says, thumb stroking the side of Kyle’s neck.

“I missed you.” You say, letting out a quiet gasp as Kyle nips playfully at your throat.

“Haven’t even been here five minutes and you’ve got me bricked up.” Kyle groans, his grip around your waist tightening.

You hum, tugging his head up so you can kiss him again before pulling back. “It’s almost time for dinner.”

You barely make it off of his lap before his arms are around you again, pulling you back.

“Nah, nah, nah.” He grins, tugging you back so your ass is tucked up against the bulge in his pants. “None of that, love, you’ve got something to take care of first.”

Your teeth sink into your lip as you press back against him, grinding your ass against his cock. He breathes out a curse, head falling back against John’s hand as you tease him.

“Fucking hell, sweetheart.” He groans, his hands gripping your hips.

His fingers tease the skin under your waistband, tugging at your pants. You lift your hips for him, letting him slide your pants and underwear down your legs. You kick them off onto the floor, Kyle’s hands spreading your thighs apart. His fingers drag through your folds, already damp from the thick scents in the air and Kyle’s touch. How you’ve longed for him and you hadn’t even realized it.

“Already wet for me?” He groans in your ear, his fingers circling your clit. You let out a moan, pressing your hips up against his hand. “Been a while, yeah? Neglected my girl.”

His hands fall back to your waist, shifting your body up off of his and onto John’s lap. John’s arms wrap around you, his own arousal pressing up against your ass. You press back against him, watching Kyle as he drops to his knees on the floor, moving himself between John’s legs.

“Hold her open for me.” He says, pushing your thighs apart.

John’s hands slide down to your thighs, hooking under your knees, pulling them up to leave you spread open for Kyle. Kyle stares at your pussy with shining eyes, almost with love and reverence.

“How I’ve missed you.” He says, lowering himself down towards your glistening folds.

You don’t think he’s talking directly to you.

You let out a sigh as his tongue drags a stripe up your folds, the tip flicking your clit before he slides down again, prodding at your entrance. His hands settle on the backs of your thighs as he slips his tongue into you, tasting you directly from the source. He lets out a groan, his mouth closing over your pussy and slurping.

You let out a sound, eyes glued to his face.

“Look at that,” John groans, his eyes glued to Kyle as well, chin perched on your shoulder. “You like that, huh?”

Both you and Kyle let out appreciative moans.

Kyle focuses his attention on your clit, closing his lips around the sensitive bud and sucking hard. Your legs jump at the intense sensation, pushing against their hands. Despite the many rounds you’ve gone with John over the last couple weeks, you’re still sensitive, clit still throbbing from the attention being shown to her.

“Fuck, Kyle,” You gasp as he circles your clit with his tongue. Your hand drops down to his head, trailing through his short-cropped curls. You can’t wait for him to grow them out, if he wants to. Maybe you can convince him to grow a beard as well.

What a sight your boys would make, all shaggy with beards.

The mental image has slick oozing out of you.

“Fucking beautiful pussy.” Kyle groans, laving his tongue through your folds, tasting every inch of you he can. His fingers are pressing into your thighs leaving indents in your skin.

“Gonna cum just like this?” John rumbles, addressing Kyle. “Gonna cum in your pants just from tasting some sweet pussy?”

You let out a quiet moan at John’s words. Oh how you’ve missed them together.

“Yes, sir.” Kyle moans, one of his hands dropping from your thigh.

“No touching.” John says, Kyle’s hand rising back to rest against your leg.

Kyle moans against your clit, the sound vibrating through you. You let out a moan, arching against John. John’s hands pull your legs further up until your hamstrings start to burn. You offer no complaint though, too lost in the pleasure Kyle’s mouth is bringing you to care.

“Gonna cum for him?” He grunts in your ear as you push back against the bulge in his own pants.

“Yes,” You breathe, hands gripping John’s arms as the patterns Kyle’s drawing with his tongue push you closer and closer to the edge.

Kyle pants against your pussy, gripping your thighs for dear life.

“She cums first.” John says, no, commands.

“Yes, sir.” Kyle groans, closing his lips around your clit.

You’re a gonner as soon as he sucks, the sensation overwhelming as slick gushes out of you. Kyle is right there, his tongue pushing into your hole to lap up every last drop he can get. Slick smears across his face and your skin as he slurps at you like a man starved.

Well, he has been.

“Fuck,” he pants, pulling himself back, his fingers still dimpling the skin of your thighs.

“Did you cum yet?” John asks.

“No, sir.” He says, eyes and lips shining.

“Let me see.”

John releases your trembling legs as Kyle stands, undoing his jeans before shoving them down along with his briefs.

He is telling the truth, nothing but precum beading out of the tip of his almost throbbing cock. It’s angry looking, Kyle’s hands closing into fists at his side as it hangs there, hard and leaking.

John leans in, whispering in your ear. Your lips turn up in a smirk as you slide off his lap onto your knees, your legs trembling in protest but you ignore them. You take Kyle’s cock in your hand, warm and thick as you grip the base. Your tongue darts out, licking the bead of precum slipping out of his tip. His head is down, eyes glued to yours as you take him into your mouth.

“Bloody fucking hell,” He groans, one hand slipping into your hair, gripping the strands as you suck on his head, flicking his slit with your tongue.

Your hand strokes the rest of him, his hand tight in your hair as you work him closer and closer to the edge.

It doesn’t take much, his cock throbbing as he moans, hips jerking as he cums on your tongue. You work him through his orgasm, swallowing every last drop that he gives you. His head is tilted back, hand still gripping your hair as he twitches with the aftershocks of his orgasm when you pull back, letting his cock drop between his thighs.

“Thank you,” He breathes, his hand releasing your hair, his fingers dragging through the strands.

You both turn to stare at John where he lounges on the couch, knees spread and eyes hooded. There’s a very prominent bulge in his pants, you and Kyle sharing a look before he drops to his knees beside you as you reach for John’s belt.

“I can’t believe it.” You say, staring down at the keys in John’s hand. You’re standing before your new home, the thing you’ve been waiting for anxiously this last month.

“It’s cute.” Kyle says, standing next to you. “Can’t wait to see the inside.”

“You’ll love it.” You say, taking the key when John hands it to you.

You walk up to the door, your hand almost shaking with excitement as you put the key in the lock of your new home.

It looks different with the furniture gone. You’re already starting to imagine what you’re going to put where, what you’re going to decorate with, which walls you’re going to paint.

You lead Kyle through the house, showing him the space and the rooms, ideas starting to float through your mind. You don’t even have the furniture, and already you can see the house coming together.

You don’t think you’ve ever been this happy before.

Well, perhaps there have been a few times, but this is definitely going high on the list.

“I’ve ordered the bed, but it will be a few days before it gets here.” John says.

“Thought my days of sleeping on the floor were over.” Kyle jokes.

“Uh, no, we’re getting an air mattress.” You say, leaving one of the bedrooms. “I’m not sleeping on the floor.”

John kisses your forehead. “Don’t worry, we’d never let our princess sleep on the floor.”

Your face warms at the nickname. It’s been a minute since he called you that. It still has warmth fluttering in your stomach.

You stare up at him for a long moment trying to get yourself together before you clear your throat. “I think we should at least get the main bedroom painted before the bed gets here.”

“Right off to work, huh?” Kyle grins, coming to stand with you.

“She’s an eager little pup.” John says, chucking you under the chin before taking a step back. “We’ll pick up paint tomorrow, for now let’s get our stuff in the house.”

Well, they get the stuff from the cars moved into the house. You mostly supervise, watching them carry boxes and bags into one of the rooms for now. Your few meager belongings packed up from base and your time at the cottage.

You think you have the most boxes out of all of them. Most of them are probably books, stuffed animals, and blankets.

You do carry your big bear in though, setting him down next to the boxes before falling on top of him. “Whew. That was a lot of work.” You say.

“Yeah? I bed supervising us was exhausting.” Kyle says breathlessly.

“You have no idea.” You say, letting out a squeal as hands grip your sides, rolling you off of your bear.

Those hands tickle your sides, making you laugh and squeal as you attempt to fight Kyle off of you, but he’s too strong.

“You little shit.” He laughs, pinning you down as he mercilessly tickles you.

You land a knee in his side and he grunts, releasing you just to lay himself down flat against you. “You’re so heavy.” You whine, trying to push him up but he’s dead weight. “And sweaty.”

“That’s never bothered you before.” He says, voice muffled where his face is pressed against your shoulder.

“Well usually we’re in a different situation when you’re sweating all over me.” You say, pinching his side.

He jerks, his hands grabbing your wrists to pin them over your head. He leans down until you’re face to face, his nose brushing yours. “I could put you in that situation right now.”

Your breath catches in your throat, the energy in the room shifting as his scent starts to thicken. His fingers flex around your wrists as he closed the short distance between you to kiss you softly. You kiss him back hungrily, pushing against his hands but he doesn’t relent. You would have preferred to wait until the bed got here to christen your new home, but desire is quickly squashing those thoughts.

Kyle’s knee slots between your thighs, pressing up against your core. You push your hips down, grinding against him as warmth starts to blossom through your stomach. Your skin begins to tingle, your nerve endings coming to life as arousal pools in your belly.

“Alright you two.” John says, breaking the two of you apart. Kyle pulls back, lifting himself to glance over his shoulder. “We need to hit the shops before they close.”

“Come on, just five more minutes.” You whine.

“You want to sleep on the floor?” John raises a brow at you.

You stare at him for a moment before pushing yourself out of Kyle’s hold. “Nope.” Kyle chuckles, letting you go. You bend down, giving him a kiss before you move past him, coming to stand directly in front of John. “You’re going to pay for that interruption.” You say, trying to threaten him.

“You think so?” He says, lifting his brows, a smirk turning the corner of his mouth up.

“Yeah.” You say, brushing past him to head towards the front door, excitement still burning hot in your stomach. You’ll need to get that under control before you go out into public. The last thing you need is another confrontation, but at least now John has backup.

Not that you think he’d need it.

The days go by in a whirl of shopping and painting and unpacking. Furniture is bought, walls are coated in new colors, the kitchen and bathrooms stocked with necessary items. Already the house is starting to feel like a home, even if you’re only just getting started.

The bed arrives sooner than you expected, and you’re glad you painted the main bedroom first. It’s a big bed, bigger than you thought it would be, but it’s perfect, covering the bedroom almost wall to wall. It’s comfortable too, just firm enough it supports you, but just soft enough it’s still comfortable. John and Kyle spend half the day putting together the frame while you work on painting the living room. They refused to let you help with the tools, but you were more than happy to let them figure out the instructions.

Kyle could defuse a bomb, but putting together furniture...that’s something else entirely.

You leave them to it, happily painting your walls in bliss.

“What do you think?” John asks as he enters the room again.

You’re laying flat on your back on the bed, relaxing on the mattress. “I love it.”

“It’s the perfect size.” Kyle says, crawling up from the end to flop down beside you. “Just big enough for the five of us.”

“Even with Johnny starfishing himself?” You ask.

“Well...it might be a tight squeeze with that, but at least we won’t be elbowing each other and stuck in the same position all night.” Kyle says.

You hum, letting your eyes close for a moment. The other side of the bed dips as John climbs up to join you. He relaxes back with a sigh, the three of you laying still for a moment.

Thoughts begin to form in your head, mental images of everything that could happen with this new, large space you have. Enough room for five bodies to maneuver comfortably, and you know John bought the reinforced frame, made specifically for larger packs.

If you’re going to spend money, you might as well ensure the bed can handle vigorous activities.

Many vigorous activities.

“What’s going through that head of yours, princess?” John rumbles, breaking you from your thoughts.

Your scent has projected a bit, arousal pooling low in your stomach from the fantasies your mind had conjured.

“What do you say we put this bed frame to the test?” You suggest, sinking your teeth into your lip.

Kyle lets out a breathy sound as John growls low in his chest.

“Eager little pup, aren’t you.” John says, scooting himself closer to you.

“I don’t disagree.” Kyle says, scooting closer on your other side as well. “I think we should test it before we fully commit. It says it can handle large packs. Let’s see if that’s true.”

John’s hand grips your chin, turning your face towards him. Heat blossoms from between your thighs as his scent washes over you, thick and musky with his own arousal. You can see it poking through his sleep pants, bulging the thin fabric.

“Fuck,” Kyle moans, pressing up against your side. You can feel his arousal through his briefs pushing against your leg. His lips find your throat, pressing soft kisses against your skin. His own scent is projecting, soft and fresh in the air.

John leans down, pressing his lips to yours as Kyle’s hand starts to wander, sliding down your chest to your breasts, palming them over your baggy t-shirt. “Couple of eager pups.” He murmurs against your lips.

His hand leaves your chin to trail down your body, skirting past where Kyle is teasing your nipple through your shirt. John’s hand trails down your stomach until it reaches the hem of your shirt...well, his shirt actually. He pulls it up, bunching it around your waist before his hand slips down, fingers trailing through your damp folds. He lets out an appreciative growl against your lips, his fingers dipping into your pussy.

You let out a moan, pulling away from his lips as your head falls back. His fingers push into you, two thick fingers spreading you open. He pumps them back and forth, back and forth slowly, working them into you as your body grows slicker and slicker around them. Kyle pinches your nipple hard, your back arching from the pleasure and pain.

John withdraws his fingers, bringing the shiny digits up towards your face. Kyle pulls away from your neck, dipping his head to take them into his mouth.

“Fuck,” You breathe, watching Kyle suck John’s fingers clean of your juices.

More slick dribbles out of you as saliva starts to form at the corners of Kyle’s mouth, threatening to slide down his chin as John presses his fingers as far into Kyle’s mouth as he can. Kyle takes it like a champ, swallowing around his thick fingers.

John pulls his hand free, patting Kyle on the cheek. “Good boy. Now go down there and make our girl feel good.”

“Yes, alpha.” He gasps, panting as he slides down the bed.

John’s body shudders at the sound of his status from Kyle’s lips. It wasn’t often Kyle called him alpha. He was more inclined to calling him ‘sir’ than anything. Perhaps he’s trying something new in his retirement.

Kyle settles between your thighs, his breath warm against your damp folds. John tugs at your shirt, your back arching so he can tug it off over your head. A gasp leaves your lips as Kyle licks a stripe through your folds, his tongue flicking across your clit before his lips close around the bud.

He wastes no time, licking and slurping at your pussy, trying to drink every last drop of your essence. John’s arm wraps around your back, holding you against his chest as Kyle relentlessly eats you out.

“Feel good?” He breathes in your ear. “Is our boy making you feel good?”

You nod, clinging to John’s hip for dear life. “So good. So-fuck-good.”

Your legs are already shaking around Kyle’s head, trying to squeeze closed but his hands keep them open.

“Gonna cum,” you breathe, back arching off the bed. “Please, please let me cum.”

“Go ahead.” John says, Kyle sucking hard on your sensitive clit.

You cum with a cry, Kyle’s mouth abandoning your clit to drink up your juices as they gush from you. John’s fingers take his place, rubbing tight circles against your throbbing cit, working you through your orgasm.

“I can’t,” you breathe, trembling in John’s hold. “I can’t…”

“Yes you can.” He growls in your ear. “One more.”

You whine, your body writhing in his hold in overstimulation as he continues his assault against your clit. He doesn’t let up, doesn’t slow as you almost seize, legs clamping shut around his hand.

Kyle watches as another orgasm burns through you, forcing your legs open so he can push two fingers into you. You yelp at the intrusion, your walls fluttering around his fingers as you cum again.

John finally relents, easing off your clit as he kisses you softly. “Good girl.” He praises you.

You let out a quiet sound, body still trembling as Kyle thrusts his fingers into you slowly.

“Well?” John says, looking down at Kyle. “Are you gonna fuck her or do I have to hold your hand?”

Kyle breathes out a curse, fumbling to yank off his briefs, releasing his hard cock. John tugs one of your legs up over his hip, holding you open for Kyle as he slots himself between your thighs.

“I’ve missed this fucking pussy.” Kyle breathes as he prods at your entrance, slipping the tip in before pulling it back. “You have no idea.”

“Missed your cock,” You whine, pulling your other thigh up so you’re spread open for him.

“Fucking hell,” He breathes before pressing into you, stretching you open around his cock. “Still so fucking tight.”

“Glorious when she’s all nice and slick, huh?” John says, leaning on his arm as he watches Kyle.

“All nice and warm, gripping me so tight.” He moans, his hands dropping to grip your hips as he presses completely into you.

“Feel so good, Kyle.” You moan, squeezing around him.

He curses again, fingers indenting your hips as he tries to hold on to a semblance of control. He starts to move his hips, dragging his cock in and out of you slowly and steadily. You’re breathing heavily, skin slicked with sweat as you lay there at their mercy, John’s fingers drawing patters across your stomach as his eyes watch the way you spread open around Kyle’s thick cock. He’s enjoying this, watching his beta fuck you.

He presses his hand against your stomach, applying gentle pressure. “Let me feel you.”

Kyle shifts his hips, starting to thrust faster as he angles upward. John hums contently as you moan, eyes rolling back from the way Kyle’s cock drags along your walls. You’re shaking again, already approaching another orgasm from how sensitive the first two made you. You won’t last long, and from the way Kyle is moaning, he won’t either.

John applies more pressure against your pelvis, Kyle’s cock pressing upwards with every thrust. Your legs are shaking around his hips, pleasure burning hot through you, your very nerves alive from the sensation.

“Oh fuck, she’s cumming,” Kyle moans, his body folding over yours as your pussy squeezes tight around him.

Your back arches off the bed, your entire body trembling as another orgasm rips through you, your toes curling from the pleasure as Kyle continues to thrust into you, chasing his own high.

“Come on, be a good boy.” John says, pushing himself up to sit. He reaches back, squeezing Kyle’s balls.

“Fuck,” Kyle’s hips buck hard against you, nearly pushing you up the bed from the sudden pleasure. “I’m cumming.”

His thrusts get wild and sloppy, losing all rhythm as he snaps his hips against yours a couple more times. He spills into you with a deep groan, pressed as tightly as he can against you.

He’s breathing hard, John’s hand still massaging his balls as he cums, his own body shaking with overstimulation.

John finally releases him, dragging a hand up his back. “Good boy.” He praises, pressing a soft kiss to Kyle’s shoulder. He leans up, whispering into his ear for a moment.

Kyle nods, pulling himself out of you before dropping onto the bed next to you. He’s still shaking as he tugs you closer, rolling you up onto his chest. He wraps his arms around you, holding you there for a moment as John shifts behind you.

“Come on,” John grunts, patting your ass. “Present for me.”

You let out a whine, forcing your knees under you so you can lift your ass in the air for him. Your cheek presses against Kyle’s chest, Kyle’s fingers tangling in your sweaty hair. John’s fingers drag through your folds, gathering Kyle’s cum before pushing it back into you. You gasp as he fills your sensitive pussy, your walls clamping around his fingers.

“Still so sensitive.” He muses, thrusting his fingers into you a couple times before he pulls away, his pants hitting the floor.

The bed dips as he settles behind you, dragging the tip of his cock through your folds, gathering your slick and Kyle’s cum before he presses into you. You moan from the stretch, still a stretch after Kyle.

John’s hands close around your waist, holding your hips still as he starts to thrust shallowly into your pussy. You let out breathy moans, cheek still pressed against Kyle’s chest. His fingers run through your hair, his other hand finding yours and lacing your fingers together.

“Doing so good for our alpha.” He praises you, a shiver running down your spine. “Being a good omega.”

You whine at his praise, arching your back to press your hips against John’s hands.

“She likes that.” He says, starting to thrust into you harder. “Our girl loves being praised, don’t you.”

“Yes,” you whimper, almost drooling against Kyle’s skin and John has barely gotten started.

“Yes, what?” John asks, pausing his thrusts.

“Yes, alpha!” You cry, trying to push back against his hands but he holds you still.

“Good girl.” He praises, resuming his thrusts into you.

Kyle is still breathing heavily under you and you can smell the waves of arousal still coming off of him. No doubt he’s still hard, throbbing against his stomach. You wish you were flexible enough to reach back and help him out, but you can barely hold yourself up as it is.

John picks up his pace, snapping his hips against your ass. The sound of skin on skin and the squelch of your pussy fills the air, along with the sound of your moans and John’s grunts.

“Fuck,” Kyle breathes, long and drawn out as he watches his alpha fuck you, watches the way your ass bounces from John’s hips driving into you. His fingers tangle in your hair, tugging lightly as he lays there helpless.

“So fucking good.” John grunts, hands squeezing your hips tightly. “Love this fucking pussy.”

You whine, your legs starting to tremble again from the pleasure he’s bringing you.

“It’s all mine.” He growls, his thrusts starting to get harder and harder. He’s close to the edge already, riled up after watching you and Kyle.

“All yours.” You gasp, knees nearly giving out under you but his hands keep you upright. “Just for you alpha.”

He lets out another growl, one hand dropping to draw frantic circles around your clit.

You’re a gonner, body trembling as another orgasm washes through you. John doesn’t let up, still fucking into you hard as you squeeze around him, chasing his own high. He keeps circling your clit, dragging your orgasm out as his thrusts start to get erratic, your eyes rolling back as he snaps his hips against yours.

He pushes your body forward as he slams into you one last time, his cock twitching as he spills into you. You slide further up Kyle’s chest, John following you as you drop off your knees, falling forward out of exhaustion. John peppers kisses across your shoulders, hips still pressed tight against your ass.

“So good for me.” He whispers praises against your skin, dragging a hand across your still twitching body.

“Our good girl.” Kyle says, smoothing the hair from your face.

You can’t do much more than grunt tiredly, shuddering when John pulls his cock from your pussy. His fingers drag through your folds, gathering slick and cum before his hand shifts, Kyle’s body tensing under you.

“Oh fuck…” he breathes, his head falling back.

“Go sit on his face.” John says, patting your ass.

You’re too tired to move, but you do it anyway, dragging heavy limbs up until you’re resting over Kyle’s face. He’s moaning quietly as his hands close around your thighs, pulling your dripping pussy down over his mouth. You grip the headboard, holding on as he starts to suck the mix of yours and John’s cum, and probably a little of his own seeping out of you.

“Relax for me.” John says, Kyle’s hands gripping your hips tightly as his shoulders push against your feet.

He’s still moaning against your pussy. You can’t see what’s going on behind you, but you can imagine where John has his fingers. You can picture Kyle’s cock, hard and leaking where it rests against his stomach, John’s hand between his cheeks, two fingers stretching him open, getting him ready for his alpha’s cock.

A shiver runs through you and for a moment you almost want to turn around, but you’re fully seated on Kyle’s face, his hands holding you in place.

Kyle’s body shudders under you, shifting just slightly and you can imagine John pushing his legs up, shifting his hips so he can settle in, the tip of his cock teasing Kyle’s hole. You can tell when he starts to press in, Kyle whining against your pussy, fingers gripping you so tight you might bruise later.

The bed starts to rock back and forth as John starts to move, thrusting into Kyle. Kyle’s head falls back, pulling away from your pussy for just a moment as he basks in the pleasure. The sound of flesh hitting flesh sounds, Kyle letting out a yelp.

“Keep going.” John commands, Kyle’s hands pulling you down harder against his face.

The slow burn of another orgasm starts to build in your belly as Kyle continues to eat you out, his moans and groans vibrating through your clit. He’s getting close himself, you can tell by the way he shakes under you, the sounds coming from his chest getting needier and needier.

“Gonna cum already?” John asks, and you can imagine his hand around Kyle’s cock, squeezing the base of it to try and drag this out as long as he can.

Kyle makes a noise, his hand sliding on your thighs to your ass before he lifts you. “Please, please,” He begs, breathing hard.

“Get back to work and I might just let you cum.” John says, Kyle lowering you back down on his face.

Quiet moans leave your lips as the pleasure continues to build, your oversensitive clit thrumming from the pressure of Kyle’s tongue. He’s getting close as well, no doubt fighting off his orgasm until John deems it okay for him to cum. Such restraint, and control from your good boy.

Kyle’s body is shaking under you as he moans into your pussy, teeth scraping your clit to try and draw your orgasm out, trying to get you to gush all over his face so he can cum. No doubt John is making him wait until you cum again. You grind your hips down against his face, trying to make yourself cum faster for his sake.

John hasn’t slowed at all, grunting as he fucks Kyle into the mattress. You continue to grind against Kyle’s face, dragging his tongue across your clit. You can feel your orgasm getting closer and closer, your sensitive clit throbbing in need. You can do it, you can cum again, one last time.

Kyle moans as you cum, gushing all over his face. He drinks it up as you shake over him, his hands on your thighs keeping you upright as you grip the headboard tightly. John continues his pace, but you can hear his hand jerking Kyle’s cock, the wet sound of skin on skin as he works Kyle up to the orgasm he’s been holding back.

Kyle’s hands push you up off his face as his body shudders, head falling back as he cums, spurting all over his stomach. Your legs are still trembling as you watch, John’s hand milking every last drop out of Kyle’s cock. John’s hips snap into Kyle’s ass a few more times before he stills, groaning as he cums in Kyle.

John leans himself down over Kyle, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Kyle smiles softly, his hands smoothing up John’s back. John’s hand slips around the back of your knee, tugging you closer. You lean over, accepting his kiss as he leans toward you. His hand brushes your cheek, cupping it lightly.

“My good beta, and my good omega.” He praises you both, pulling himself out of Kyle. “Did so good for me.”

“Thank you, alpha.” Kyle breathes, pulling John down between the two of you.

“You were so good for us, too.” You say, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

John grumbles low in his chest, accepting your praise towards him. He wraps his arms around you both, letting out a long breath as the three of you lay there, recovering.

“The bed held up.” He says after a moment of silence.

You giggle as Kyle chuckles. “That it did.” He says.

“I think you made a good choice.” You say, laying your head on the pillow.

“Well, we’ll have to put it to the true test soon.” John says, and you can’t help the small sound that leaves your lips.

You know exactly what he means.

As the days go by your house gets fuller and fuller, furniture being delivered and décor starting to go up as you finish painting.

It’s starting to feel more and more like a home.

“Can we get a dog?” You ask as the three of you lay in bed one evening.

Kyle glances up from his phone, John marking his page in his book before turning to look down at you.

“Why don’t we get a bit more settled in first before we think about adding animals to the equation.” He says. “We can get one eventually, but the yard needs some serious work first.”

You pout. “But I want one now.”

John huffs, stroking a hand over your hair. “I know, but we still have a lot of work to do and we don’t need a puppy underfoot while we do it. Plus there’s all the training they need.”

“I can train them.” You say. “Besides, it’s not like you’re letting me do much anyway.”

John gives you a look. “Soon, but not right now.”

Your pout deepens and you flop over onto your back. “I just want a dog. And some chickens. And a cow. And some sheep.”

“Big dreams, love.” Kyle says, rolling onto his side next to you.

“I really liked being on a farm.” You say. “It was nice having animals around, and I liked the schedule it keeps you to.”

“Once we’re better settled in.” John says. “It’s not even been a month yet.” He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “I wish I could give you everything right away, but one of us has to say no.”

“I could say no.” Kyle says, leaning his chin on your shoulder.

John gives him a look. “You’re a sucker for those puppy eyes.”

“So are you.” Kyle retorts, wrapping his arms around your waist. “What if it’s both of us giving you those eyes?”

You can picture the softening of his gaze, those big brown eyes starting to go shiny. You give John your best puppy eyes as well, pouting your lips just a little.

John’s eyes flicker between you for a moment before he sighs. “I can still say no.” He turns around, putting his back to you.

You scoot yourself closer, pressing up against his bare back. “We were just kidding.”

“I know.” John sighs, pulling your arm around his side. Kyle presses up against your back, draping his arm over you to rest on John’s hip. “It’s still a no.”

You pout but you know he’s right. You’re still busy and the last thing you need is something else that needs your attention. You just hope John will decide it’s time sooner rather than later.

You press a soft kiss on the back of his neck before settling in, letting your body relax between your alpha and beta.

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Mallorca- Alexia Putellas

Summary: Alexia ruins your couple's vacation by inviting the girls to tag along with you. You decide to make her pay for it.

Word count: 2.5k

Warning: (+18) a little bit of smut, suggestive; fingering (r giving)

A/n: because I'm a whore

..

You were going on a vacation to Mallorca with Alexia.

She had promised she would take care of everything: the hotel, the flights, the yacht, everything. 

She told you not to worry about a single thing. So you absolutely didn't. 

You just made sure to stay pretty, to pack the smallest bikini you had, to pack the strap, the lube, and the handcuffs into your bag.

Alexia had grinned while watching you pack. She came from behind, biting your earlobe and promising she would worship you every day of the vacation.

That she would put you in so many positions you wouldn't even remember all of them.

She said she would eat you out on the private beach she had booked.

That she would finger you in the middle of the ocean, have your mouth wrapped around her strap on the sun deck of the yacht.

You trusted Alexia deeply. So you thought she would keep her word.

Your face fell flat the second you arrived at the airport with her and saw not only Patri and Ona, but Jana and Bruna there too, suitcases in their hands and bright smiles on their faces.

You couldn't help but feel confused by the coincidence. 

They were travelling too? To Mallorca? Wow. Small world, right?

You were hesitant as you greeted the girls, but you did your best to be nice. They were, after all, your and Alexia's friends.

"I'm so excited!" Jana said as the little group made their way toward the flight. "It's been so long since I had a vacation."

Alexia's hand was on your back, but she was weirdly quiet. Too quiet.

"Oh yeah," you said, watching Alexia out of the corner of your eye. "You guys totally deserve this vacation. The season was really hard."

"Definitely," Patri said, smiling at you, the sound of her suitcase wheels somehow managing to irritate you. "I can't remember the last time we had a vacation with all of us together!"

You stopped in your tracks. Alexia bumped into you, her hand catching your waist so you wouldn't fall.

"Ay, amor," she said grumpily. "Qué fue?" [Love, what's wrong?]

"What do you mean… 'all of us together', Patri?" you asked in a very calm voice, very deliberate.

"Umm…" Patri looked at Alexia, then back at you.

"Us? Like me, you, Alexia, and the girls? We were so happy when Alexia called and asked us to tag along, it's hard only seeing each other at training…we need some quality time together as a team"

Quality time together as a team?!

Your world shattered right in front of you. 

You always thought people were being dramatic when they said they saw red when they were angry.

But you were definitely seeing red now, maybe because the capillaries in your eyes were expanding as your heart started hammering against your chest.

You felt your nails digging into your skin as you turned to Alexia.

"I think I'll go to the bathroom before we board," you said, not looking at anyone as you left your suitcase behind and walked off. You didn't even know where the bathroom was, you just…walked.

You just knew you needed to be alone, or else you would scream at Alexia in the middle of a crowded airport, and you didn't want to make a scene.

Alexia clearly didn't realise that you wanted to be alone for her own well-being, because she followed you like a puppy.

"Amor…espera, por favor," she said, walking after you. [love, wait, please]

If it were you, you would be out of breath by now, but because Alexia was annoyingly fit, her breathing and tone were perfectly normal.

She also caught up faster than you would have liked, her hand wrapping around your wrist as she pulled you into some corner of the airport.

You were alone now, but it felt like the room was crowded because the air was thick.

It was hard to breathe, like your lungs were collapsing. You often felt that when you held your anger in. It hurt your chest.

So you decided to snap, finally.

"What is your problem?" you asked, furious.

Alexia didn't even try to defend herself. Guilt was scattered all over her face as she leaned her back against the wall, her hands were still holding your wrists.

You didn't like being restrained (not like that), so you tried to set yourself free, but she didn't budge.

"You said it was an us vacation. As in, you and me, not you and your teammatmes."

"Lo siento…" she said, pouting in a way that made you want to bite her lips off (not romantically). [I'm sorry]

"I asked Patri for a cool hotel to stay in, and she asked why, and I told her we wanted to go on a vacation," she explained, as you kept trying to set yourself free.

"Then she said she and the girls were also planning a vacation there, and she looked so excited, and I didn't have the heart to tell her not to join us."

You didn't bother to answer Alexia.

In the end, you walked back to where the girls were still standing, waiting for you and Alexia to return. If they noticed anything weird between the two of you, they didn't say a word.

The flight was annoying.

Nothing bad happened.

There wasn't a crying infant. No kid was kicking your seat, and the food was actually good. But you were still so mad that you couldn't see anything good about it.

Alexia kept quiet–she was smart when she wanted to be.

She did, however, try to keep her hand on your thigh for most of the flight.

Every time she did, you would take it off and place it back in her own lap without saying a word. Without giving her any sort of attention.

When you got to Mallorca, you were still silent.

You only spoke to the other girls, asking Jana how she was doing, asking Bruna how her season in London was.

You didn't even bother to grab your suitcase or any of the other bags.

Alexia walked behind you like a camel, slower than everyone else, because she was carrying all the weight, but you didn't care.

Alexia had ruined your vacation, and you were going to make her pay for it.

Day One.

You arrived at the hotel. And of course, there were problems with Jana and Bruna's room.

In the end, Jana had to share the room with you and Alexia for the night while the staff sorted it out.

The lights were already off. Alexia was lying on the left side of the bed, and you were on the right.

You made sure to build a pillow wall between you (to Alexia's disappointment) to create some distance. 

At one point, Alexia tried to sneak a hand onto your waist, but again, you gave it a little snap, and she retreated to her side of the bed with a quiet whine only you could hear.

Jana was curled up on the loveseat on the other side of the room, wrapped in a duvet.

Even in the dark, you could see the guilt written all over her face.

"I am so, so sorry," she said, her voice slightly muffled by her pillow. "I told the staff I could sleep in the lobby, but they said they couldn't allow it."

"It's okay, Jana, don't worry about it," you said, closing your eyes, trying to forget this whole trip was happening.

You should have listened to your sister. You should have gone on a family vacation. At least then, you wouldn't have created so many sexual expectations that were clearly not going to happen.

Now that it was night and you couldn't distract yourself anymore, you realised you weren't just annoyed.

You were sexually deprived.

You hadn't had sex with Alexia in two fucking weeks because of her stupid football calendar.

You had had to make do with your hand most nights, and it absolutely wasn't the same.

Now you were stuck on an island with Alexia and her teammates, and one of them was literally sleeping in your room.

You were just a girl with needs!! It was only fair that you felt this way.

The room was silent for a while, and you thought you might finally be able to sleep.

You even prayed that you would have a sex dream… Maybe then, you would get to experience some kind of sexual activity on this supposed vacation.

But apparently, Jana was not done making her point.

"But really," Jana continued, "I'm very sorry. If I knew the bugs in my room's mattress would mean I would be intruding on your and Alexia's privacy, I would have just slept there."

"With the bugs?" you asked, a bit grossed out by the idea.

"Yes," Jana replied seriously, as if she were ready to make that sacrifice. "I'm so, so–"

"Jana," Alexia said sternly, "shut up, please."

You felt yourself getting wet at Alexia's tone.

You liked it when she was stern. You liked it a lot. Although, of course, you weren't going to say it.

Day 2

You were at the hotel's pool.

Alexia was lying on the sun chair beside you.

She looked so incredibly delicious in her orange bikini that you wanted to put your mouth on every inch of her body.

You wanted a taste of her, and by the way she was looking at you, she wanted it too.

You watched as Bruna, Ona, Jana, and Patri played some kind of pool game; they were splashing water around and laughing like little kids.

That was when you felt Alexia's hand slide onto your waist.

In one swift motion, she pulled you into her chair, your was back pressing against her chest as she peppered your neck with light kisses.

It was intimate but not scandalous.

"Estás tan guapa," Alexia murmured in a low voice. "Muy, muy guapa." [You look so pretty/very, very pretty]

You hummed, tilting your neck to the left to give her more space. You felt her grinning against your skin.

"Fui una idiota por invitar a las chicas," she added. "Lo siento por eso." [I was an idiot for inviting the girls/I'm sorry for that]

You wanted Alexia so much.

There was nothing you wanted more than to grab her hand, drag her back to your shared hotel room (thankfully, the staff had fixed Jana's room situation that morning), and finally get Alexia all to yourself.

But no.

You couldn't get her off that easily.

As if Alexia were just an annoying little bug on your neck, you stood up suddenly, pulling her hands off your body. And, without a word, you threw yourself into the pool, completely ignoring her.

Alexia stayed behind in the sun chair, looking confused, but you didn't care.

You swam straight toward the girls.

"Are you guys playing Marco Polo?" you asked, wiping water from your cheeks. "I wanna play too."

..

You all decided to go out and eat at one of those restaurants on the beach. 

You and Alexia got ready without saying a word. Well, Alexia tried to talk to you. You just weren't the one responding.

You were putting blush on when Alexia apologised for the ninth time that day.

"I'm sorry, bebé," she practically whined, which was a great contrast to the way she looked.

She was wearing a long, white dress, and her hair was in a bun. She looked deliciously mature.

"I'm not talking to you," you said, not even glancing at her reflection in the mirror as you continued to do your makeup.

"But it's our vacation," Alexia said. "You can't be mad at me forever."

"Not forever," you replied, putting on some red lipstick. "I'll be mad for the number of days I find necessary."

Alexia went quiet again, and you continued to get ready.

You put on your earrings, then your necklaces.

You were too preoccupied checking if your dress matched your silver accessories to realise Alexia had once again pressed herself to your back.

"Me gusta cuando te pones así, tan brava," Alexia whispered, her lips brushing soft kisses along your jaw. "Me pone tan mojada." [I like when you get mad/It makes me wet]

She took your hand and slipped it under her dress.

Your breath hitched when you felt the warmth of her inner thighs, and then she lifted your hand even higher, until you were cupping her cunt.

Her bare, very wet and very warm cunt.

"Te quiero tanto ahora, amor," Alexia said, pushing your hand further inside until your fingers were inside of her. [I want you so much right now, love]

You slid one finger in, then another.

You wanted to pull away (no, not really), but you couldn't take your eyes away from the mirror; you couldn't look away from the way Alexia's face was filled with pleasure behind you, as if she needed this.

Maybe she wasn't the only one who was sexually frustrated out of the two of you.

You started moving your fingers deeper each time, reading her expression to know what she needed.

If the frown between her brows tightened, then you would slow down, but if her mouth fell open, you would push in deeper.

You angled your fingers slightly, hitting that spot inside her that made her hips stutter, that made her sound a little less dominant, a little more dumb, a little more helpless.

"Por favor…" she murmured, her lips brushing the back of your neck. "Lo necesito…" [Please/I need it]

"I'll get you to the edge," you promised her, "but you're not gonna cum. Not tonight."

"No," Alexia shook her head as you pushed your fingers harder. "No, por favor…"

"Shhh," you whispered. "Enjoy it, baby."

Whenever you felt Alexia contract around you, you'd pull your fingers away, taking them to your mouth.

You would lick them clean, tasting her sweetness, then you would slide them right back inside her.

You edged her more times than you could count. You even felt a little sorry for her.

When her makeup was a complete mess on her face, and when tears began falling from her eyes, you finally decided to put a (partial) end to her misery :)

You pulled your fingers away completely without a warning. Alexia whined, but you didn't put them back this time.

You let Alexia lean against your back. Her thighs were still shaking.

You turned around and kissed her face, her cheeks, her jaw, her lips.

"Later," you promised. "We'll go to dinner, you'll behave, then we'll come back to this hotel and you're gonna fuck me with the strap until I drench the sheets, okay?" You took her jaw into your hands, making eyes contact with her.

"Yo–amor!" she breathed, eyes fluttering closed. "I need to cum."

"And then I'm gonna fuck you so good I'll have you squirting all over me. How does that sound?" 

Alexia looked at you with those soft hazel eyes.

"Sounds great, mi vida," She said, sounding a little dizzy. "Anything you want."

..

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[unluckiestmember]

K-Pop Demon Hunters X Reader

Characters: Mira, Zoey, Rumi and Jinu

Warning: Some curse words, kind of hints to spoilers if you squint hard enough but outside of that, none. SFW.

A/N: Guys, I'm scared that I might be becoming CoryXKenshin. You know what else I'm scared of?... How much I love Mira, help me-

Mira

“That was a pretty cool show, right?… You were checking me out, weren’t you? You were totally checking me out.” Dating Mira is the literal definition of chaos. One minute she’ll have the two of you relaxing in her bedroom watching corny tv shows or criticizing a bad rom-com if not a horror movie. The next she has you two rolling heads at a press meeting, loving how people swoon over your relationship and quick to bite off the heads of those who criticize. Mira’s not exactly super romantic, more playful than anything. She shows her love in initiating pillow fights or tickling you suddenly, but that doesn’t mean she’s above a makeout session or cuddling before a show.

If you need to be affirmed of your love, she will cup your cheeks and tell you how much she loves you. She never really had affection from her family, so she knows how it feels to not be cared for and reminded of how precious you are. But she’ll remind you every damn day if she needs to. You’re her partner in crime and, as cringy as it may sound to her saying it aloud, you’re her one and only. A real ride or die.

Zoey

“Soooo what did you think of that one? Did you love it?! Because guess what? I wrote that one for you~!” Out of all the girls in Huntrix, Zoey is arguably the one to not hesitate showing her heart on her sleeves. It’s one of the reasons why you two are together. When she first saw you, she just knew you were the one. Were you her type? Yeah, that was a plus- But just your personality was enough to make her feel as if she was standing in the presence of pure light. To her, you are so cute that sometimes she’ll just. Freeze and get lost in your eyes or cup your cheeks and admit how breathtaking you are, even at the most weird of times. Same goes for kisses too! She will not hesitate to jump off the stage and pull you into an electrifying kiss!

Whenever she has free time, she’s running straight to you, talking your ear off about the many ideas she has for songs mainly about you or telling you stories. Even when she is on tour, she makes sure you’re there every step of the way. She hopes one day she can take you to visit her old home, but for now, she’s content just with being your sweet, loving, sometimes clingy girlfriend that totally doesn’t always daydream about you two getting married.

Rumi

“Okay. The show’s over, Mira and Zoey are stocked on snacks and the fans all got their autographs! Which means I am all yours for the evening~.” It’s honestly a miracle that you were able to date Rumi and even the rest of Huntrix along with Bobby believes that. That passionate workaholic found herself intrigued by you, mainly in how you looked at her and spoke to her as if she wasn’t some idol but just. Well. A person. It took some easing up before she actually tried to give things a shot between you two, but when she finally did, she had to admit she’s never felt as happy as she did with you. She loves how you help her get out of her shell sometimes and remind her to relax when necessary. In return for such sweet gestures, she showers you with sweet touches, beautiful whispers and affirmations as well as a nice meal when possible.

When she told you about her past, she was sure you would leave her. But when you stayed by her side, helped her become comfortable in her skin and even let your love grow stronger? Well, it made her just realize one thing; You were everything she could ever want and more.

Jinu

“Sorry for the wait, sweetheart, for a second I thought the fans were gonna snatch me up. A shame they can’t see I’ve already been swept off my feet by you.” For Jinu, love was never on his radar. He never dismissed the idea of being in a relationship, but he never thought it would be possible either. Until he met you. Honestly, when you two first met, he thought you could be useful, a tool even and that was all. But the more you two hung out, the more he realized how much his heart beat for you. He began to crave you by his side, enjoyed your company and how you treated his pets. He especially loved how you saw him as a person and not just some demon. Eventually, he asked for you to be in a relationship and when you accepted, he was more than elated.

Of course he tries to keep you away from Gwi-Ma with a ten foot pole when he’s working and makes sure you’re never in harm’s way. When he’s free to relax, he’s quick to slip into your arms and just enjoy being near you. He’s lost so much, due to mistakes or not. But he’ll be damned if he loses you too. You’re too precious to him. As far as it’s concerned, to him, you are his soul.

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[jarofstyles]

I love the idea of like imagine them having a random conversation completely unrelated to anything theyre doing, maybe its like after sex or something so theyre naked and shes straddling him or honestly hes straddling her doesnt matter lol, and he is just palming at her and pinching her nipples with a ~hiss~ , but still being engaged in the conversation

Omg love this idea let me write a bit of that!

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Warnings- nipple play, cockwarming, unprotected sex, play fighting, slight chihuahua slander (I had one I promise it isn’t personal), name calling, gossip

“S’not really my business, but in my opinion they aren’t compatible.” It wasn’t Harry’s business, no, but he always had an opinion. The man had a soft spot for gossip.

“I don’t think so either.” Y/N’s hands dragged down his chest, stroking over the soft, thin layer of hair that had begun growing there. “It’s like… she told me they get dressed right after sex. They don’t like seeing each other naked besides for sex.” Her face showed how odd she thought it was, but she knew she was a bit biased. Considering they’d been finished for a little bit now and she was as naked as the day she was born- and he was still snugly warm inside of her- she knew that their relationship acted on different perimeters than most of her friends.

There was no hint of shy between the two of them. Being naked together was an activity they both enjoyed since the earlier days of their intimacy. Skin to skin did wonders for them.

“Mm.” Harry sighed, looking from her tits back up to her eyes. “Yeah. Wouldn’t really fly with us, now would it?” Taking her pebbled nipple between his fingers, he tweaked it a little bit to get a squeak out of her. The tiny glare melted when he tugged at it a little bit, rolling it between his fingertips. “Think I’d probably die if I didn’t get my all access pass t’these babies.”

Letting out a little snort, Y/N closed her eyes as she let him play with her. “Yeah, yeah. We’ve got an abnormally nice relationship though. I’m always sitting in silence when some of my friends talk about their partners like they hate them. It’s weird.” It wasn’t like Y/N hadn’t had bad relationships but she didn’t like that it felt like the norm for a lot of people around her.

“Well, S’a bit complicated. A lot of them probably feel like they invested a lot of time into the relationship and don’t want t’call it because it’ll feel like a waste.” He was speaking from prior experience. Before he met Y/N he had been in a dull, resentful relationship that he was simply too stubborn to leave.

Thank fuck that was over.

“Yeah. I don’t want to be super judgmental.” Her breathing caught as he switched to her other nipple. Tossing her slightly sweat damp hair over her shoulder, she leaned further into his touch as he sat up with her in his lap to give her a kiss.

“You? Judgmental?” Harry was being facetious against her lips. His girlfriend had subjected him to her inner monologue while watching Project Runway. She was at least a little bit judgey.

“Watch it.” Her fingers pinched his nose lightly which made his features scrunch up. “Or I’ll pinch your nipples this time.”

“Do it. A little tit play doesn’t scare me.” He sniffed, taking her other breast in his hand. Double fisting, so to speak. “I’m happy to explore things with you. Just say the word-“ A hiss interrupted his sentence, a handful of his hair now tugged roughly and jerking his head back a little bit. “Rude.”

Y/N rose a brow at him considering they both felt him twitch inside of her from the manhandling.

“I’m correcting you. You keep misbehaving. Have to train you somehow.”

“What am I? A golden retriever?” He sputtered, though there was no real displeasure on his face. They both knew he liked to be roughed up a little bit.

“No. You’re a chihuahua.”

“A chihuahua?” The word was exasperated, the ego taking a hit. “I’d much rather be a golden retriever. The fuck?”

“Yep. You’re yappy, you tend to have one or two favorite people, aka me, more bark than bite- ouch, watch your fuckin’ fingers- like to play dress up, you could be considered an ankle biter-“ The last of her sentence was cut off with an ‘Oof’ as he took the relaxed state of her to manhandle right back, tossing her on her back.

“Watch your mouth.” He grunted, wrestling her slightly as he trapped both her wrists and pinned them above her. “Rude ass little thing you are. Thought two orgasms would have fucked the attitude out of you, but apparently- stop fucking squirming- you like to be a brat.”

Y/N blinked up at him with a scowl. “You like my attitude. Quite literally told me that when I talk back, you get hard.” Despite the play of trying to free her arms, she lifted her legs to wrap around his hips. “Now we’re both stuck. See? You had to go n’toss me like a doll or something.”

“A man with the essence of a chihuahua wouldn’t be able to do that.” Harry snarked back, pushing himself to the hilt inside of her. “Made me have to take over and you’ve gone and leaked spunk all over the place. What a mess.” Shaking his head, he leaned down to bite her bottom lip, not exactly gently. “Now M’gonna have to push it all back into you. Always causing problems, aren’t you?”

[moondustbaby]

Always On Your Side

bsf!Rafe x bsf!Reader

a/n: based on this request! 💌

summary: You walk out of a party after an argument with Topper and Kelce leaves you fuming. But Rafe’s not far behind — because when you’re upset, he’s already halfway out the door to find you.

⸻

You shouldn’t have come to this party.

That was your first mistake.

Your second mistake was letting Rafe talk you into pregaming with the boys—because now you’re standing in a stranger’s kitchen, clutching a red solo cup filled with watered-down tequila Sprite, trying not to lose your shit on Topper.

“Okay, but you literally said—”

“No, you said that!” Topper cuts you off with a loud laugh, pointing at you like you’re some kind of joke. “I said it’s not that deep. You’re the one who made it a whole thing.”

You blink. “Because it was a thing—”

Kelce interjects from the other side of the island, already grinning. “She’s getting mad. Look at her.”

Your blood heats instantly.

You open your mouth to fire back, but Topper holds up his hands like you’re hysterical, voice patronizing. “Relax. Jesus. You’re cute when you’re mad, but like—just take a breath.”

That’s it.

You slam your cup down on the counter and shoot both of them the nastiest look you can muster. “Fuck you. Both of you.”

“God, she’s feisty tonight—”

You flip them off as you spin on your heel and storm out of the kitchen, pushing past sweaty strangers and trying not to scream. You hear Kelce laugh, and Topper say something else—probably another you’re overreacting or calm down—but it’s drowned out by your pulse rushing in your ears.

You barely make it down the front steps before you hear him.

“Hey.”

You don’t stop walking.

“Hey.” He calls again—closer now. “Slow down.”

“I’m fine,” you snap over your shoulder, marching toward the street.

Rafe catches up anyway.

Long strides, slightly out of breath, hoodie hanging off his broad shoulders, baseball hat tugged low. He jogs up beside you, a little frown forming as he sees the look on your face.

“You’re not fine,” he says gently.

You look away, jaw clenched.

“Seriously, talk to me.”

You keep walking, arms crossed tight. “I don’t wanna talk.”

“Okay. That’s fine,” Rafe says easily. “We don’t have to talk. But can you slow down so I don’t have to jog beside you like a golden retriever?”

You crack a tiny smile despite yourself, biting the inside of your cheek.

He sees it. Smirks. “There she is.”

You shake your head, eyes still stinging with rage. “They’re so fucking stupid, Rafe.”

“I know.”

“And they think it’s funny to just—to gang up on me and laugh and treat me like I’m some dumb girl who doesn’t know what she’s talking about—”

“I know, baby.”

The word slips out without hesitation. Like it belongs to you.

You go quiet.

Rafe’s voice softens, warm and grounded. “You’re not dumb. And they know you’re not dumb. They’re just dickheads when they’re drunk.”

“They weren’t even drunk,” you mutter.

“Even worse.”

You finally stop walking, turning toward him. You fold your arms tighter, chin tilted up.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

Rafe blinks. “I was literally halfway across the kitchen—”

“Yeah, but you always say something. You’re always on my side.”

“I am on your side,” he says quickly. “Always. But I didn’t even hear what started it—by the time I looked over, you were already going full murder mode.”

You scoff. “Nice.”

“Hey,” he steps closer. “I’m not making fun of you.”

“You laughed.”

“I smiled. Different.”

You narrow your eyes.

He’s not smiling now.

He just stands there, letting you breathe.

“You know I’d never let anyone actually mess with you, right?” he says after a second. “I’m not gonna let Topper or Kelce—or anyone—treat you like shit. That’s not happening.”

You swallow hard. Your voice drops. “Felt like it was.”

Rafe’s jaw tenses.

He steps in again—close now, his cologne and hoodie and those sharp blue eyes all wrapped around you like a net.

“Then I’ll talk to them,” he says simply. “I’ll get in their faces. I don’t give a fuck.”

You blink. “You don’t have to—”

“I want to.”

“Rafe—”

“They make you cry?”

You hesitate. “No.”

“Wanna cry?”

You nod once.

He exhales. “Then yeah. They’re getting an earful. Maybe worse.”

The corner of your mouth tugs up. “You gonna fight Topper?”

“If he says one more dumbass thing, I might.”

You sniff, finally letting your arms drop to your sides.

“Thanks for coming after me,” you mumble.

He shrugs. “You stormed off like a main character. What was I supposed to do?”

You let out a small laugh. “Oh my god.”

“No, like—full dramatic walkout. Spinning on your heel, flipping everyone off. I had no choice.”

You hide your face with your hands. “Shut up.”

He’s grinning now. “You looked hot, though. Not gonna lie.”

You nudge him with your elbow, rolling your eyes. “Rafe.”

“What?”

“You’re so annoying.”

“You love it.”

You exhale a quiet laugh. “I really do.”

He bumps your shoulder with his. “You good now?”

You nod, still avoiding his eyes. “I just—I hate when they talk to me like that. Like I’m some little sister they get to pick on.”

“Yeah, well, they don’t,” Rafe says, voice suddenly firm. “They don’t get to talk to you like that. You’re not some side character. You’re my—”

He stops.

Then shrugs again, more relaxed this time.

“You’re my person. That’s it.”

Your throat tightens.

“I know,” you say softly. “You’re mine too.”

A pause.

“I love you, y’know.”

Rafe looks over at you, eyes soft. “I love you more.”

You nudge him again, and this time, he tugs you into a sideways hug, arm slung over your shoulders as the two of you start walking back toward the house.

“You still wanna go back in?” he asks.

You shrug. “Not really.”

He nods. “Cool. We’re leaving.”

“Rafe—”

“Nope,” he says, already pulling out his keys. “I’m taking you home. Or—my place. We’ll get food. Watch something dumb. You’re done being mad for the night.”

You sigh, leaning your head against his shoulder as he steers you toward the truck. “You’re really bossy when I’m upset.”

“I’m always bossy,” he says, flashing a grin. “But yeah. Especially when someone messes with you. That’s my cue.”

You smirk. “You really don’t have to fix everything for me.”

He opens the passenger door for you, voice quiet as he looks at you. “I know. But I want to.”

a/n: hi hi!! thank you for the request angel! give me bsf!rafe chasing after reader the second she storms off?? absolutely yes. no one gets to make you feel small when rafe’s around. i hope you love this soft, protective moment and as always, thank you for reading 🫶🏻

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filthy 1am thoughts (04)

just your boyfriend(s)— aka jjk men being pussy drunk for their girlfriend. mdni! cw: pussydrunk!jjk men, filthy bull

your man’s shoulders spread your thighs like he has been deprived of getting his hand on you, cheek pressed into your inner thigh just to feel how hard you throb when he spits on your pussy like it’s nothing.

doesn’t even bother warming you up with fingers. doesn’t bother being nice. you’re already soaked—he made sure of that twenty minutes ago when he talked about what he was gonna do.

the way he leaned down and said it slow, in that low murmur like you weren’t gonna start dripping through your underwear just from hearing it: “gonna get my whole fuckin’ face in it. right here,” he said, thumb dragging through your folds like he was clearing a path.

sure it turned you on but you’re still shy with him being so bare for you and when you tried to make an excuse, your man hit you with: “you think i care how messy it gets? c’mon, y’know want it messy.” he breathes on your hot skin. “wanna ruin you with my mouth.”

and now here he is. kneeling like it is the only will he came here to fulfill. holding your cunt open with both thumbs, just watching— no, observing you naked. for a second you think he’s teasing you but your wrong thought is cut short when his tongue is dragging up the mess like it’s syrup off a spoon. slow, heavy, filthy.

then he goes mean.

mouth clamping down like he’s starving. lips sucking your clit in tight while his tongue swirls rough circles around it—sloppy and deep like he’s fucking it with the tip of his tongue. and then both thumbs dig in. spreading you further, holding your pussy taut and pretty and open like he’s putting it on display just for himself.

“you hear how wet you are?” he says right into your cunt, lips brushing your clit when he talks. “you did this. just from me putting my mouth on you, you nasty fuckin’ thing.”

you moan—loud. too loud. that kind of noise you don’t even mean to make. it’s just what comes out when he does that flutter thing with his tongue and your thighs lock up, toes curling like your whole body’s trying to grab onto something. anything.

he doesn’t let up. not even when you’re trembling. not even when your hips start to buck.

“baby, stay still.” he pinches your thigh softly. “let me eat.” he spits a globe of spit again. lets it dribble right down the middle and then licks it back up like a pervert. like he’s obsessed which he definitely is. jaw tight, lips shiny, nose pressed in while his tongue drags every single moan out of you. he wants you dripping down his chin, messy, sobbing, twitching from how good it is.

“gonna suck on this tight cunt ‘till you cry,” he groans into it. “then i’m gonna fuck your hole so deep you won’t remember your name, get it?” you’re almost wasted.

his tongue slows—not out of mercy, just to watch you squirm.

he leans back slightly, lips shiny from your juice, chin slick with spit and arousal and everything he’s worked out of you already. breath heavy. hungry eyes fixed on your twitching cunt like it just pissed him off.

“part your lips,” he demands, voice low but fierce like it’s a fucking order. “spread it open for me. i wanna see it.”

your shaky fingers move on instinct, reaching down to obey. you hook your fingers under your folds, pulling yourself wide, and he groans low in his chest like it hurts to see you like this. so wet. so raw. clit swollen and twitching from the attention he’s given it—and now, exposed like this, it’s almost too much. it should be too much.

but then he leans in again, and your whole spine arches like it’s bracing for impact. he doesn’t start with his tongue this time.

no. he starts with his nose.

just brushes it up the slit slow, deliberately letting it nudge your clit—bump, bump, bump—like he’s testing your reaction. like he’s marking time with the softest part of him while your legs flinch and your stomach pulls tight from the overstimulation.

“look at this greedy little thing,” he murmurs, voice warm and dark against your cunt. “swollen like she’s beggin’ me to hurt her.”

then he flicks his tongue out—sideways, not up. not gentle. your thighs clamp down again.

“don’t fuckin’ close up now,” he growls, annoyed slap getting delivered to the inside of your thigh hard enough to sting. “i said open.”

you do. because you have to and this shit feels so good.

your boyfriend sucks your clit back into his mouth again, lips plush and tight around it, and just holds it there. tongue flicking back and forth underneath like a motor, side to side, building that high-pitched pressure that makes your whole lower body feel electric. and just as you’re about to go—

he slides one finger in, “fuuuuck.” he mouths, watching you stretch then adds another.

then—fuck—a third.

all in one go. deep. curling them inside you like a ‘c’mere’ sign. he knows exactly where to press and he does. his fingers are thick, deliberate, merciless. your walls clamp down, a slippery squeeze that makes his groan vibrate through your clit.

“tight as fuck,” he growls into you, barely able to talk through the wet suction of his mouth. “look at you. all stretched open and still tryna suck me in like you’re starving.”

his wrist moves faster. three fingers fucking in and out of you with obscene speed, knuckles wet, palm slapping against your cunt. he’s feeding your pussy the sound of it—squelch, squelch, squelch—and every time he presses up into that spot, every time he sucks on your clit at the same time, you swear your vision whites out.

“you feel that?” he pants. “that’s me fucking you with my hand. stuffing you like you’re made to take it. this hole’s so good i’m about to lose my fucking mind.”

you moan something incoherent—can’t even tell if it’s his name or just sound—and your hips try to run from it, but he just growls low and hooks one arm under your thigh, dragging you right back down to the base of his wrist.

“don’t fuckin’ run,” he says, licking a wide stripe up your pussy like a punishment. “take it.”

and like a good girlfriend, you will. you have to.

your legs are shaking.

trembling like you’re being exorcised, like something holy and terrifying is ripping through your core and trying to claw its way out. you’re babbling—words, moans, curses, all mangled into one long, wrecked sound while his mouth stays latched onto your clit like he’s feeding from it.

and his fingers— god, his fingers.

three thick digits fucking into you like he’s digging for something deeper, pumping in and curling like they’re sculpting you from the inside out. it’s fast. rough. deliberate. every drag of his palm over your soaked entrance sends another wave of heat crashing up your spine.

“you’re close,” he says into your cunt, voice tight and wet and vibrating directly into your clit. “tightening on me and shit, so proud of you.”

your thighs are twitching.

your belly’s clenching.

your whole body’s bucking off the bed like you’re being shocked. and he just laughs, this low, mean sound that makes your stomach drop—because he knows. knows what’s coming. knows exactly what he’s doing to you.

“yeah, baby, that’s it,” he groans, sucking your clit hard while his fingers slam into you. “give it to me. i want it.”

your vision goes white.

your hips lift off the bed.

and then it happens.

your cunt grip down like a vice—and your whole body seizes up, thighs locking around his head as you squirt all over his face. gushes. hot and fast, soaking him down to the jaw, running in messy rivulets down his neck and chin.

he doesn’t flinch.

doesn’t pull away.

doesn’t even slow down.

“fuck, there it is,” he grunts, filthy and proud, lapping it up like he’s dying of thirst. “so sweet when you let go like that. look at this mess you made on my face. you fuckin’ animal.” you would’ve playfully slapped him if you were in the right state of mind.

“so good for me.” your thighs are still twitching when he finally looks up at you, lips slick, eyes dark and hooded—but soft. not hungry anymore, just… proud. reverent.

“look at you,” he murmurs, voice all low and ruined. “still shaking.”

you try to speak, but nothing really comes out. your lips part, but all you can do is breathe, jaw slack, chest rising too fast.

he leans in anyway. kisses the inside of your knee. then your hip. then drags his hands up your sides, slow and grounding, like he’s trying to put you back together.

“you okay?” he asks, pressing his forehead to your stomach. “talk to me.”

you nod, but he doesn’t move just yet. just holds you, skin to skin, letting your body calm in his hands. his fingers trace lazy circles over your ribs, over your waist, like he’s memorizing every inch all over again.

“you were perfect,” he whispers. “every fuckin’ second.”

and even when your breath steadies, he stays right there. quiet. close. just making sure you’re still here with him.

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[harrysfolklore]

future wife some soft moments with lando that he has been waiting for years

GUYS I LOVE THEM SM OKAY IM SO SOFT FOR THEM

Lando wakes up slowly, sunlight filtering through his curtains. For a moment, he's confused about why he feels so content, then he remembers - you stayed over last night. His girlfriend stayed over. You, YN Russell, his girlfriend of exactly one month, stayed at his place.

He reaches for you, but finds your side of the bed empty though still warm. He's about to panic when he hears soft humming from his kitchen.

He follows the sound and stops dead in his doorway, breath catching in his throat.

You're standing at his coffee maker, wearing nothing but his shirt from yesterday, the hem hitting mid-thigh. Your hair is messy from sleep, early morning sunlight making you glow as you hum quietly to yourself while measuring coffee grounds.

It's such a simple moment, so domestic and ordinary, but it nearly brings him to his knees.

"I've been waiting so long for this," he whispers without meaning to.

You turn, startled, then smile when you see him. "For coffee?"

"For you," he says softly, still staring at you like you might disappear. "For this. For... everything."

Your expression softens. "Lando..."

"Do you know how many times I've imagined this?" he steps closer, voice thick with emotion. "You in my kitchen, in my shirt, making coffee like you belong here? How many times I've dreamed about waking up to you?"

"Baby..."

"I used to joke about it," he continues, reaching for you. "About you being my future wife, about how we'd have mornings like this. But I never really thought..." his voice catches, "I never really believed I'd actually get to have this."

You set down the coffee scoop and wrap your arms around his neck. "Well, you better believe it now. Because I plan on stealing your shirts and making coffee in your kitchen for a very long time."

"Yeah?" his hands settle on your waist, thumbs stroking the soft material of his shirt.

"Yeah," you smile. "Though maybe next time I'll wear the papaya orange shirt, since you love that color so much."

His eyes light up. "Really?"

"No," you laugh. "Never. But your face got all excited for a second there."

"Tease," he pouts, but his hands tighten on your waist. "You know, this isn't very nice behavior from my future wife."

"Still not your wife."

"Yet," he grins, then sobers slightly. "But you will be, right? Someday?"

Your heart melts at the hint of vulnerability in his voice. "Of course I will. Who else would put up with your papaya orange obsession?"

"It's a great color!"

"It's really not," you laugh, then kiss him softly. "But I love you anyway."

He freezes. You freeze too, realizing what you just said.

"I mean..." you start to backtrack, but he cuts you off with a desperate kiss.

"Say it again," he whispers against your lips when you break apart.

"I love you," you say softly. "I think I have for a long time."

His whole face lights up like sunshine. "I love you too. God, I love you so much. I've loved you for so long I don't remember what it feels like not to love you."

You kiss him again, coffee forgotten as he lifts you onto the counter.

"You know what this means?" he murmurs between kisses.

"What?"

"Now you definitely have to let me paint our future house papaya orange."

You pull back to look at him. "That is not what this means."

"But you love me," he grins. "You just said so."

"Not enough for orange walls."

"We'll see," he says confidently. "I can be very persuasive."

"Oh really?"

"Really," he steps between your legs, hands sliding under his shirt on your thighs. "Want me to demonstrate?"

Your breath hitches. "The coffee..."

"Can wait," he finishes, lifting you off the counter. "I have more important things to do."

"Like what?"

"Like showing my future wife exactly how persuasive I can be."

"Still not your wife," you remind him, but you're already wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you back to bed.

"Yet," he grins against your neck. "Yet."

[kallianthiutdr]

you cannot remove the queerness from utdr without fundamentally hurting the story. there is no label ever put on it but it's there and it has to be acknowledged.

Frisk, Chara, & Kris being non-binary instead of just–whatever the player wants them to be–adds to the themes of individuality and separation between them and the player. For Frisk & Chara, I've made a whole post about their role as narrative stand-ins but also individual characters. For Kris, it's actually ridiculous if you even attempt to claim they aren't non-binary–because they actively reject the player's influence and are the furthest thing from a self-insert. Monster Kid, Napstablook, etc are also genderless. In Deltarune, Seam also.

Also, Frisk considering to Flirt with literally anyone regardless of gender–and that being a game mechanic in and of itself–to me, implies this kid is most likely pan. Whatever you want to call it, their gender-blind flirting is in fact a game mechanic.

Alphys' and Undyne's sapphicness is the key to the pacifist ending. Without setting them up you literally cannot access the true pacifist ending. If it wasn't for Papyrus encouraging his lesbian bestie to send that damn letter, nothing would have happened. (Maybe indeed Flowey would've used another method to make time, but accessing the true lab with Alphys' permission would've been near impossible.) In fact, Alphys' bisexuality and her subsequent crushes are in fact a big part of her character. Not the most important–obviously, Alphys is one of the most layered characters in the game–but in hating herself, the lies she says to appease to Asgore first and Undyne later are undeniably a big part of what makes up her character.

Mettaton's allegorical transness kick-starts the events that lead to the creation of Flowey and the amalgamates. Without him, Alphys wouldn't be royal scientist. No determination experiments, no Flowey, no game. No Mettaton? Half of the hotland segments wouldn't exist, including the MTT resort in which the infamous it's raining somewhere else sequence happens. Mettaton also helps other trans people with their transition, like when he gifted his blue dress to the beautiful trans lioness after being done with it.

Mad Mew Mew's transness, even if unacknowledged by the main game, is constantly brought up by Toby since she appears in occasional News Letters, the alarm clock dialogue, etc, as a way to remind everyone that she exists and is as much s part of this found family as everyone else. She's also a sapphic, with her crush on Undyne also being acknowledged.

Asgore's implications of bisexuality and his inherent homoeroticism when talking about Rudy in the Alarm Clock Dialogue & Deltarune alike aren't game changing aspects of his character but nice touches that inform his relationships outside of Toriel.

The two Royal Guards in Hotland can only be spared through being set-up. Also, their romance cuts the player's nice cream supply.

Papyrus, though nothing game changing can be said about his sexuality, has a well-documented celebrity crush on Mettaton. Also, if you want to bring Toby's twitter joke into consideration, the skeleton brothers could in fact exist in the ace spectrum. And I say spectrum instead of outwardly asexual because Sans befriended our mom last night-

Even though Nice Cream Guy gives free Nice Cream to Burgerpants, he refuses to give free Nice Cream to the human. Burgerpants is so oblivious this could be considered flirting that I wasn't sure if I could count it, but then again Burgerpants is the nexus of a complex, interwoven web of non-reciprocated crushes and he's deeply unaware of the situation at large. This dynamic expands in Deltarune, with Bpants saying that Blue Ears is obsessed and has no sense of personal space–and the latter noting a love for his co-workers and giggling.

So then, In Deltarune, obviously, we have a deeply queer group of people and I think that this queer solidarity is really fundamental to it. I already mentioned the importance of Kris being non-binary .

Ralsei is generally understood to be maybe pan due to his general gender-blind openess towards especially Kris. I don't want to really get into his blushing when Kris gets too close or the fountain of love, because, well, he's representative of Asriel–but still. His queer-coding is undeniable.

But onto stronger candidates for this queer conversation, Noelle and Susie's dynamic adds two more sapphics into the utdr franchise. Noelle's crush has always been a massive, dare I say game-changing part of her character. Susie and Noelle met for the first time in Susie's first day of class. Susie had forgotten her pencil, and then Noelle noticed it and offered her candy-cane one. After this nice action of Noelle's, and also by the fact that she genuinely smiled at her, Susie developed a soft side for her and spared her from her bullying.

Then we have Berdly’s whole, “I'M the one Noelle and Susie are falling like dominoes for. And you know what dominoes means, Kris? ,,,You're next.” At another point he calls Noelle to ask her if she will be his date at the festival the next day. Susie tells him to leave her alone. And you can decide to respond that you'll go out with him or sing the Wrong Number song (in any case, Berdly is surprised). If you choose the first option, he says that Kris will have to compete with Noelle and Susie (thinking the two are into him). If it's the second then, he says that Kris will fall under his charm sooner or late. That also suggest a gender-blind attraction. But, in general, his crushes to Noelle and Susie respectively seem performative. And the queer reading that can be done here is undeniable, taking into consideration deltarune being steeped in themes of identity, performance, masks and unspoken internal conflict.

Now, mind you, every single side character can be viewed through a queer lense–in fact, it's damn near impossible not to do that. I just think that's wonderful. Like, have you seen Rouxls Kaard? Queen? Jevil? Spamton? Tenna? The queerness is oozing right through. The side characters in both Undertale and Deltarune are bursting with camp, flamboyance, theatricality–rarely do they conform into typical binaries/boxes wether those could refer to gender, sexuality, or like. Morality man idk.

[silentplanetcat]

Also, in my experience, when straight men AREN’T sexualizing lesbians they’re like “WHATS UP MY DUDE?!! I see you’re ALSO attracted to the Fairer Sex™️!! Let’s exchange hookup stories/dating tips/mildly misogynistic and objectifying jokes, not because I think YOU’RE a stupid bitch but because you and I are both cool, dominant SMOOTH OPERATORS who both want to FUCK the aforementioned stupid bitches!!”

Now granted, not all straight men who try to adopt a wing-dyke have this much internalized misogyny. Sometimes they’re perfectly nice, if flawed, guys who are genuinely curious about the differences between their dating experience and yours.

Also, I can’t lie, it can be fun and kind of heady to be seen—not as an object worthy of being pursued—but as a pursuer™️. No longer are you a delicate damsel waiting to be scooped up by a brawny warrior. Now you are a general on the battlefield of romance who’s extensive experience and SUBSTANTIAL rizz has rendered her/them/him worthy of consultation by her/their/his heterosexual brothers in arms! But make no mistake! This elevation from your usually disempowered position is temporary and once you have to deal with other men who see you as nothing more than the representative of the not-powerful gender—or worse, a failed representative of the not-powerful gender—the illusion of authority shatters like the thawing surface of a frozen lake, plunging you into the chilly waters of subjugation once more.

Not only can you receive Psychic Damage™️ from the sheer whiplash of these kinds of interactions, such commiseration with The Boyz™️ can also alienate you from straight women and women in general!

Examine every scrap of positive attention you receive and carefully chart how it makes you feel. When you have straight guy friends, keep an eye on how they treat other, non-dyke-y women in their lives and respond accordingly. It may take time for people to show you who they are, but once they do, believe them and protect yourself and those around you.

[emeraldserenade]

hiii i have a request!

bob floyd x reader who is also in the dagger squad, and the team goes to the beach to hang out and play volleyball and bob gets flustered seeing reader in a swimsuit

<3

Beach Bikini ~ Robert "Bob" Floyd

synopsis: All it took was once day at the beach in a bikini, but Robert Floyd was all yours

tw: fem!reader, reader's call sign is Star, reader wears a bikini, Bob throws reader over his shoulder (that man is strong and people can fight me over that), suggestive, barely edited.

fic, ficlet, drabble, request

Hi!! I love this idea so much!! This is my first Bob Floyd request!! This is also somehow my shortest Bob Floyd fic???

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Staying in San Diego has it's perks, the constant friends were probably the best part. Yet, you guys never ended up at the beach since the first time with Pete. You were never one to suggest to go, but you had just gotten a new two piece and wanted to wear it. Plus, you'd get really nice tan lines. So you did the only thing you could think of to get everyone to the beach. "Hangman, get everyone to agree to go to the beach, and I'll wear a bikini," you told him after cornering him in a random hallway. He was literally against a wall with you standing so close the toes of your boots were meeting for a little kiss.

"Seriously?" He gave you a once over. You knew ever since he saw you in the tennis skirt and tank top you wore once to bowling, he wanted to see more. You also knew he knew that unless your endless crush on Robert Floyd just suddenly disappeared, he had no chance.

"Mhm, but everyone has to go," you told him, spinning on your heel to leave. You knew you would get to wear your new swimsuit and you couldn't wait.

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You found yourself in your coverup walking down the sand to the group you called your friends. They had taken up residence by the volleyball net and you saw that the guys were already in a game. "Hey, Phoenix!" You called over, still a good couple feet away.

"Hey, Star!" Natasha called back.

You had a pretty smile painted on your face and Bob swore his heart stopped. Sure, he had seen you smile before but there was something different about this one. Maybe it's because you were being lit by the sun or maybe it was because Bob's infatuation with you was getting too hard to ignore. But the flowy sundress you wore to cover the swimsuit you were probably wearing and the sunglasses you had perched on the bridge of your nose, made Bob have less than gentlemanly thoughts.

"Yo! Bob! Pay attention!" Mickey yelled, breaking Bob from his thoughts.

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You hadn't taken the sundress off since you were too busy watching the boys play volleyball, but soon you and Natasha were being added to the game. "Hold on a minute!" You yelled over, pulling your sundress off.

"Well, shit, y/n!" Jake loudly announced as you dropped the dress. You smiled to yourself, Jake had never called you by your given name.

"What? You like it?" You questioned as you walked over, the dark green bikini covered just enough to be tasteful but showed enough to be suggestive.

"Me liking it is an understatement," Jake told you as you walked past him for the other side of the net.

"Then don't get distracted," you shrugged. "Actually, do get distracted. I want to win."

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The game went by smoothly, you didn't catch Bob staring at you but you did catch Jake. You would laugh every time he missed the ball when you would purposefully place yourself in his eyesight. "I'm going to the water, have fun!" You called to the others as you left the game.

"I'll come with you," Bob said from the other side of the net, making the teams even again. You two walked down the beach together, your hands lightly brushing against each others. "You, uh, look nice," Bob said and you smiled over at him.

"Thanks, so do you," you returned the compliment, trying not to look at him.

"Seems like Jake likes you back too," Bob said it so casually it made your head spin.

"What? Jake? No!" You feebly argued, the heat and the stare from Bob making your brain slow down a bit. "I don't like Jake, I like you!" You slapped your hands over your mouth.

"You, you like me?"

"I thought it was obvious," you mumbled, toeing the sand. "I just assumed you knew and didn't say anything because you didn't like me back," you admitted, scared now that you didn't think you knew his feelings.

"What? No, I do like you," Bob argued back and you stared at him with wide eyes.

"So, do you like my swimsuit? I bought it specifically to show off to you," you admitted lowly, giving him a slow spin. You weren't even in the water yet, your skin still sun warmed. Bob just watched you with heavy lidded and lust filled eyes hidden behind his frames, there was a slow nod from him before he reached out and threw you over his shoulder. "Robert Floyd!" Your shout called the attention of everyone else. They watched as Bob walked with you over his shoulder, swooped down to grab your things, before leaving the beach with you.

"Get it, girl!" Natasha yelled at you as you placed your hand on Bob's lower back to push your head up to stop the rush of blood to it. Your nails slightly dug into his back and you heard him groan at it. You dug your nails even a little bit harder with a smirk on your face.

"You're going to pay for that," Bob threw you off his shoulder to pull you into a bruising kiss, the hoots and hollers of your friends fading into the background as he gripped your hips tight.

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[dykeriver]

thinking about ellie coming across an old adult store as she hikes just outside an abandoned quarantine zone. curiosity wins, because of course it does, and she needs to look. just a peep, only for a moment. but a peep turns into scavenging, and scavenging soon turns into successfully finding a little sealed package in a box in the back of the store.

she knows what it is, she’s a grown woman, but obviously there’s never really been the time or place during her adult life to have been able to explore that particular aspect of herself so… intensely. ellie stares at the box for a second before deciding, fuck it. she rips off the top of the package and flips it upside down, shaking it. the… toy falls onto the table in front of her followed by a little instruction manual. she knows what to do in theory but she grabs at the instructions anyway, bending them a bit as she skims quickly. shut it — she’s just a bit eager, okay?

so she… and then she… nice. and she’s lucky, because this one doesn’t call for batteries. ellie just hopes that the power will have held up for all these years.

she secures the store and makes herself comfortable relatively fast, throwing one of her extra flannels onto the ground before pulling her jeans to her ankles and taking a seat on top of her shirt. she’s a little intimidated, so she doesn’t strip out of her boxers. ellie holds the button in for about five seconds before it vibrates to life, a gentle thrum sounding alongside her breathing in the otherwise empty store.

she just stares at it for a moment before braving the whole… opening her legs thing. don’t get ellie wrong — she’s touched herself before. hell, she’s even had sex a few times. but a vibrator is a whole new ball field. it thrums against her hand and it actually tickles a little bit. the lithe muscles of ellie’s thigh flex as she opens her legs, and she takes a deep, soothing breath. finally she brings down her hand, and…

what. the. fuck.

the vibrator buzzes against her clit gently and she gasps, the feeling immediately too much. ellie almost pulls it away, not knowing if she wants to press into or away from it. she rests her back against the floor, because she needs to fucking lay down for this shit. “hhh…” she breathes quietly.

ellie accidentally hits the button again, and she fucking gasps. the toy is humming louder, vibrating harder. “ha-” she moans before she can shut herself up. she knows she must be making an absolute mess of her boxers, can feel herself soaking right through the thin material. it feels fucking good, so incredibly overwhelming that her free hand keeps clenching uselessly against the ground. ellie brings it to the flannel underneath her, needing something to latch onto for support.

and oh, how ellie feels is unlike anything she’s ever felt before. a fire grows low in her belly, intense, building heat rapidly. the heat spreads all throughout her body and her toes curl in her sneakers. she chokes over a half held back whine. the feeling burns and burns until ellie thinks she’s going to fucking melt.

when she cums, she throws her hand over her mouth, sobbing into it. her orgasm is more intense than she ever could have expected; she feels it in her fingers, in her legs. in her fucking bones, man. she’s trembling everywhere, shaking like a leaf as it’s swept through the wind. ellie’s head knocks against the ground in overexertion, she hadn’t even realized she’d been holding it up.

when she comes down from that high, ellie just kind of… lays there a second. because, yanno. best orgasm of her life just achieved. she inhales deeply and then blows out a gust of air, chest deflating. eventually she’s got to get back on her feet, pulling her jeans back up and picking the flannel off of the floor before chugging some much needed water.

and ellie thinks she does a pretty good job at ignoring the weird, hollow, lonely feeling that grips her chest as she leaves the store: hiking into the unknown. alone.

[alukardtheabysswalker]

OP you can delete this and block (no like fr be as liberal as you want about blocking people) I just wanted to take this as a jumping point for something I've been advocating for a long time:

It's really really cool to be deeply in love with your friends even if they don't love you back (that way). Better yet, it can provide some incredible happiness to you.

Now I should say at least that I have never encountered anyone that feels this way (save maybe a butch friend of mine but butches are always a blessing on this earth so it makes sense) and it is important that you, whoever you are, take your feelings into account. If remaining friends with someone you're in love who doesn't love you back hurts you, unfortunately yes it might be better to distance yourself from them and that sucks for the both of them.

BUT consider as well, that not only can you remain friends you can still be in love with them without them loving you back, hell maybe you don't even want a relationship with them.

Again remember that I'm a freak™ but I've always enjoyed the feeling of falling in love, I think all alloromantics do, so feeling unrequited love towards someone that loves you as a friend can give you that dose of happiness so often.

You know that common idea of the man that will never go to Mecca because despite being devout thinking of going there, the yearning and desire for it is enough? I'm simplifying I know, I apologize, but what's important is that I hope I can somewhat convey the feeling of what I'm saying.

Romance does not go two ways, hell you can be romantic towards someone you don't love, it is about acts of self sacrifice and or kindness you make for others and that in and of itself does feel really nice.

I am in love with no less than TWO aroace friends which by definition means they will never love me back (that way, they still love me as friends). And it feels so nice! It's just nice to see them and feel like a high schooler twirling my pigtails and kicking my feet. It feels nice to have a boost of confidence when they tell me nice things, it feels nice when my mood improves when they talk to me, it feels incredibly awesome when I see them and I see them blooming with happiness because despite not being in love with me they love me so much!!!!!

Again I don't know that this can work for a lot of people (and I certainly don't believe many if any experiences are universal for humans) but I do think if you're willing to try and just say:"Hey, I'm in love with you, but that doesn't mean I expect anything from you, I don't want things to change, I just want you to know so we can set appropriate boundaries about it" then you might find a sort of freedom in not expecting the other person to love you back (that way) and enjoy just being in love!

part of the reason I think it’s so sad that we collectively write so few stories about unrequited love is bc I feel like there’s very little public acknowledgment of how much it sucks to be the one somebody is in unrequited love with??? and not in a way of like, oh they’re crossing boundaries or putting expectations on me or whatever. becoming close friends with someone and then finding out they’re in love with you and you don’t love them back the same way is heartbreaking, bc a) someone you love is in pain and there is literally nothing you can do about it, and b) it usually means that whether you like it or not there’s going to be distance in your friendship that wasn’t there before as they try to get over you. idk man I just feel like we’ve all discussed the tragedy of loving someone who doesn’t love you back quite a lot and very rarely discuss the tragedy of finding out the way that you love someone just isn’t enough.

[kxsagi]

Bllk (school au) where reader is always late or missing school😍

“𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩”

a/n: i wasn’t sure what to write at first, so i made this about late! reader who goes to blue lock high and her best friends are all the boys 

there were a lot of rumors about you. 

some said you were a secret agent for the japanese government. others swore you were actually a ghost haunting the third-year corridor because you tragically fell into a vending machine last year. one time, a teacher asked the class if anyone remembered your name, and isagi just blinked like he was trying to summon your existence through sheer memory power. no one was really sure if you were still enrolled or just a legend left behind like a cryptid with a school ID. 

the truth? you were enrolled. technically. officially. legally. but mentally? emotionally? spiritually? you were not present. 

until today. 

today, for reasons even you didn’t understand, you decided to show up to school. 

you burst through the front gate of blue lock high with your tie in one hand, your shoe half-off, and a meat bun hanging out of your mouth like you were cosplaying a main character who still didn’t have her life together. 

students turned. birds scattered. even the old gym coach accidentally dropped his cigarette. 

“who the hell is that?” a first year whispered. 

“i think that’s the girl who went missing during golden week,” someone murmured. 

“nah, she’s the one who took a nap on the roof in june and woke up in september.” 

“bro, it’s only may.” 

“exactly.” 

you finally reached the shoe lockers, panting, your bag trailing behind you like it was just as exhausted by your existence. 

the door to the main hall slid open. and of course, standing right there with the fury of a thousand unpaid overtime hours, was mr. ego, your homeroom teacher. he looked like he aged five years just from making eye contact with you. 

“miss [name],” he said, voice sharp enough to slice through your last brain cell, “congratulations on gracing us with your presence.” 

you smiled sheepishly. “good morning, ego sensei.” 

he raised an eyebrow. “it’s third period.” 

you shrugged. “good afternoon, ego sensei.” 

you thought the chaos would settle once you entered the classroom. but no. not when you were the chaos. 

as you slid the door open and dramatically limped inside like a war veteran, every single head turned toward you. it was like being the final contestant walking onto a reality show where everyone already hated you for breathing. 

“holy crap,” reo muttered, mouth half-open. “you actually exist.” 

“yo, i thought you transferred,” chigiri blinked. 

“nah,” nagi yawned from his desk. “she probably just got lost again. remember when she tried to go to the library and ended up at a train station in osaka?” 

“that was one time,” you muttered, throwing yourself into your seat like you were claiming a throne. 

“you missed, like, three exams,” isagi said, turning around in his chair to look at you. “you’re aware of that, right?” 

you gave him a thumbs up. “make it four. i’m not emotionally prepared for midterms.” 

from the corner of the room, rin stared at you like you were a glitch in the matrix. “you should be suspended by now.” 

you smiled brightly. “but i’m cute.” 

he turned back around with the most judgmental sigh you’d ever heard in your life. 

lunchtime was no better. 

you flopped dramatically onto the rooftop bench, sighing like you’d just fought off a demon invasion. the sky was nice. the sun was warm. the school curry had betrayed you, but you were still alive. 

bachira poked your leg with his chopstick. “you okay?” 

“emotionally? spiritually? no.” 

“physically?” 

“also no.” 

he grinned. “glad to hear you’re doing well! it’s good to have you back.” 

nagi plopped down beside you and immediately used your lap as a pillow. “if you disappear again, leave a note or something. i thought you died.” 

you squinted at him. “you didn’t even text me.” 

“i was emotionally distancing myself.” 

karasu popped out from behind the water tank like a raccoon. “yo, i heard [name] came back from the dead.” 

“i didn’t die, i just… missed a few classes.” 

“a few? girl, you missed the school festival. the sports day. the class trip. midterms. they changed the uniform policy and you missed that, too.” 

you looked down at your shoes. “… wait, we’re supposed to wear white socks now?” 

later, during afternoon homeroom, mr. ego made you stand up and introduce yourself to the class again. you were technically still registered as “absent” in the system, so he claimed this counted as a re-enrollment. 

“hi,” you waved lazily. “i’m [name]. i’ve been here since the start. i just prefer a more mysterious and elusive academic aesthetic.” 

someone in the back muttered, “you missed the school’s plumbing flooding and the time sae punched a vending machine.” 

“what?!” 

“you also missed the fire alarm being pulled by shidou because he thought it was a candy dispenser.” 

“… okay, that i regret missing.” 

by the end of the day, you were exhausted from being perceived. everyone kept poking you like you were going to vanish again. oliver tried to drag you to practice. yukimiya asked if you needed help catching up on literally every subject. kaiser accused you of faking your existence for clout. 

but then, as you trudged toward the gates, backpack heavier with worksheets and pity snacks from your classmates, you felt something weirdly nice. 

you looked up. bachira had tied a neon post-it note to your locker that read: “don’t vanish again or we’ll file a missing person’s report. love u <3” 

and underneath it, scribbled in black sharpie: “class won’t be the same without our favorite cryptid.” – isagi 

“you still owe me five math assignments.” – rin 

“next time, take me to osaka, too.” – nagi 

“glad you’re back, even if you’re a walking disaster.” – everyone 

you grinned. 

maybe school wasn’t so bad. maybe disappearing mysteriously once in a while had its perks. and maybe, just maybe, you’d show up again tomorrow. 

… 

unless you slept in. again. oops. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[harrysangel23]

Sucker*

A/N: I've returned! As an apology for not posting for a little, I wrote the fic to be a little longer! It's def full of absolute filth so enjoy! (please tell me I'm not the only one who kept thinking of Duplicity when reading this)

Pairing: Slightly mean dom Harry x Sub reader

Warnings: spanking, oral (F&M receiving), fingering (f receiving), food play, spit play, dirty talk, degrading, P in V, no protection, spanking, and aftercare (I think that's everything)

WC: almost 6k

18+

Harry had returned from his short grocery run, about to put them away before his attention was caught. His angel still lounging by their pool. 

It was clear from in between the time he first left the house and returned that she had gotten into the water. Her hair slightly damp as she laid on her back, soaking up the sun. 

What was also abundantly clear, was the sweet she had perched between her two lips. He could see as she swirled what seemed to be a lollipop between her lips. Her cheeks indenting from the hard suctioning she was creating, reminding him of how glorious it felt when she did that to him. As the sucker was finally pulled from between her lips, it left a miniscule trail of her own spit before it broke, and she swiftly reached her finger up to her chin to wipe the saliva, once again reminding him of how she would do the same after getting a lick onto him. 

Making himself known, as curious to see where he could take this, he opened the sliding door, stepped into their backyard and made his way towards her. 

“Enjoying yourself angel?” He grinned as he finally reached her, her own reaction reflecting his as she sat up even more to give him all her attention.

“Hi babe!” She beamed up at him, “I’ve been loving this weather, so nice out.” He found it hard to keep his eyes on hers as her body was hardly covered. 

She wore a red bikini, the color matching her complection. Despite it being a string set, it held her tits up perfectly, the strings adorning her sides indented into the skin, making him hungrier for her. 

“Sure is, do you want to help me inside with the groceries pet?” He noticed her eyes darken for a moment from the nickname he normally used in bed before she scrambled to get stand up with him. He nearly groaned at the way her tits bounced as she did so.

“I’d love to!” She excitedly smiled before leaning up on her toes to give him a quick peck on the lips. She then placed the sucker back between her lips before grabbing his hand and making their way towards the door. 

Harry, found the short walk to be even shorter, as his attention was dialed in on her ass. The bikini did next to nothing to cover her up, her plump ass jiggling with every step she took. As she released his hand to open the door, he couldn’t resist sneaking in a cheeky slap to her ass before she whipped her head around with a squeak, taking the lolly right out of her mouth. 

“Harry!” She looked at him in shock, still moving her body into the home, making her way towards the kitchen. “What the hell was that for, you perv!”

“Just looked too good not to sweetheart.” He smirked at her, watching her face grow red.

She busied herself taking the food items out of the bags, as an attempt to somewhat avoid his cheeky shenanigans. The sucker she was still sucking on though was not doing her any favors. 

She grabbed the bread, moving towards the pantry. She took her sucker out of her mouth, the slight slurp was ringing through harry’s ears and she bent over to slide the bread into the drawer, her bottoms scrunching up between her ass, revealing more skin. She quickly turned right up as Harry, once again, couldn’t help himself as he laid another smack, this time on her other cheek. 

“Harry! Enough!” If her face wasn’t red enough before, it surely was now. All Harry could do in defense was simply shrug, the same smirk plastered on his face. She playfully glared as him as a warning before her sucker made its way back into her mouth. 

Harry grew more jealous of the sucker as they both continued putting the newly bought food away. He could give her something much more enjoyable to suck on and leave both of them happy.

He imagined her getting on her knees as he leaned against the counter. The sucker long forgotten as her mouth slurped him down, leaving saliva to drip down her chin and decorate her breasts to make them shiny. He could feel himself grow more excited simply at the thought of it. 

However, he was soon pulled from those thoughts as she bent down, her tits spilling out of the red fabric that did a poor job of keeping them covered, and she grabbed the bag of chips she had dropped. He had enough. 

He made the short steps towards her as she stood back up, slightly shocked to see how close he was to her from his previous spot. He ripped the chips from her hand and tossed them onto the counter before grabbing her neck with his hand. 

“I don’t appreciate the teasing pet.” His voice was low, he stared into her eyes, slowly dragging them down to her lips where they were puckered around the sweet treat. He reached his other hand up, grabbing the stick and slowly pulling it out of her mouth. She made an effort to make the same slurping noise as it was pulled from her, as a way to collect the sweet juice it left and her own spit. The string it left from being pulled was smeared onto her chin before he leaned forward to lick it up. He dragged his tounge from the bottom all the way towards her lips. He eagerly began kissing her, his tongue dragging along hers. She whined as he pulled away, the lolly now being placed into his mouth. 

“I-I wasn’t teasing you, you’re the one teasing me!” She stated, exasperated. 

“I don’t think so angel. I’m not the one lounging around, slurping around sugar on a damn stick, with my ass and tits out, bending over and begging to be fucked.” The hand on her thorat tightening as he felt her swallow thickly.  

“I wasn’t doing it on purpose!” She stated back to him. 

“Purpose or not, I’ll give you something to suck on.” Her bikini bottoms had to be drenched by now. If not for the slapping on her ass, noticing him oggoling her body, this had done it. “I’m going to finish putting away this shit since you are seeming to be a distraction. When I’m done, I better see you in our bedroom, kneeling before the bed. Is that clear?”

“Yes daddy.” He groaned before pulling her forward to smear his mouth onto her lips. He pulled away, releasing his hand from your throat. She turned around to make her way to the staircase but was briefly stopped by yet again, another smack on her ass, letting out a little yelp. 

“And keep the bikini on puppy.” She shuttered before nodding

Her feet quickly carried her towards their bedroom, immediately kneeling before the side of the bed. She kept herself busy with floating thoughts of how good he’s going to feel down her throat. 

Soon enough, she had heard his heavy steps climbing up the stairs and carrying him to the bed before he sat infront of her with his legs spread. Her mouth nearly drooling at the sight of the tent in his pants. 

She looked at him, noticing what was once her sucker, still in his mouth. His jaw clenched as his lips were wrapped around it. She grew slightly confused at a second sucker placed beside him on the bedding. 

Still sucking on the lolly, he began undoing his belt, the clanking of it making her grow more excited. He sat up slightly to then pull his pants and boxers down, leaving his thick cock to spring up after being released from the restricting clothes. 

“You wanted a sucker pet? Now you got one, get to work.” He spoke around the lolly, glaring her down as he waited for her to touch him. 

She clenched to thighs to help relieve some tension. She leaned forward, spitting on the head of his cock. She admired the way it dripped down the veins before she stuck her tongue out to lick the trail it left. She continued licking stripes up his length, getting him wet with her own spit.

It didn’t take long out before her own need took over and she took him into her mouth. She started with just the tip, lapping her tongue around it, tasting precum. She moaned at how salty he tasted before sucking his head. The vibration and suction made him move his hand to her hair and tug at it lightly. 

“Good girl, now take more honey, it’s all for you.” She didn’t waste any time as her lips that were wrapped around his tip moved further down. She bobbed her head creating a pace as her tongue stroked at the vein on the underside of his cock. Her salavia was quickly building up as it soaked his dick and began making its way out the corners of her mouth. Like he had pictured, it slowly dripped onto her breasts the more she moved her head up and down and slurped at his cock. Her tits slightly jiggled as her movements increased making him moan loader around the sucker. 

Hearing his moans only drove her to work faster. She brought her lips all the way down to his base, her hands moved to his balls, feeling her salvia that had dripped down before she smeared it around them. Pulling off his cock she moved her head to suckle on his balls, hands keeping his cock occupied. 

When she felt they were wet enough, her mouth attached to his member again, taking him down her throat. She clenched around him as she gagged, his hands in her hair keeping her held down as he groaned. She began bobbing her head faster hearing him slurp around his own sucker. 

“Keep it up pet, M’gunna cum for ya.” The wet sounds were heard though their ears as she kept taking him down her throat, satisfying his lengthy cock and moaning around it as his words. 

She kept bobbing her head and soon felt his release fill her mouth. The salty substance nearly dripping out her mouth as she pulled back and swallowed it with pride. Harry was heaving as she lapped at his cock, getting every last drop she possibly could. She leaned back when she felt her job was done before looking back at him with a dazed expression. 

“Good girl.” She nuzzled his thigh at the compliment, almost shying away from his intimidating gaze. She turned her head to look at him as he peeled the now gone sucker from his mouth. The empty sick was held in his hand as he grabbed ahold of her hand, helping her stand on her sore legs. He moved her to the bed, making her lay on her back as he placed the stick on their nightstand. He reached for the other lolly that still sat on their bedding before removing the wrapping, placing it next to the stick on the stand. He brought it closer to her mouth, “Open up darling.” Despite her confusion, she obeyed as the sweet treat was placed on her tongue and the taste of cherry was filling her mouth. 

He took a moment to stand back up and just admire how she looked laid out for him. The red suit still in tact, her tits still restrained in the fabric, the bottom with a noticeable darkened spot that wasn’t from swimming, and her lips wrapped tightly around the sucker. He climbed onto the red to rest above her, forearms holding himself up as she gazed at him with wide eyes. 

He slowly moved his one arm from the bed, his other supporting his body, as he peeled the fabric covering her breasts to the side so her tits were completely out at this point, her nipples hard from the cold draft. 

His hand grabbed at the one breast, giving it a rough sqeeze before flicking against her nipple. His thumb slowly circled before bringing his mouth down to replace his finger. Harry’s mouth was sucking around the sensitive area before pulling back. 

The sucker in her mouth was removed with a pop before his mouth was on hers again. With roughness, their lips moved against each other, teeth clashing and spit being exchanged between their mouths. Soon though, she felt a new object circling her nipple, its coolness making her flinch as she felt the tacky substance being left on her. 

He pulled away, moving back down to lap at the residue left on her nipple from the sucker, slightly nipping at the bud as he moved to give the other side the same treatment. 

He moved the sucker back up to her lips, getting the hint she allowed herself to tongue at the sweet treat as much as she could before it left her lips once again. He moved it to her other nipple to let it get the same treatment. 

It circles slowly, before he pulls it back and brings it down to slightly slap the nipple. She released a gasp at the unexpected feeling of it, clenching her thighs even tighter. He pops the lolly back in her mouth as a holder for it as his mouth reaches down to suck and lick at her bud, while his hand occupies her other breast by roughlly sqeezing it and pinching her nipple. 

She whines as a sign of protest, and he finally leans up to take the lolly out of her mouth. 

“Whats the matter puppy?” He still teased her with keeping his fingers focused on flicking her nipple. 

“I need you on my pussy daddy.” With the sucker pushed into her cheek to speak, she spoke softly to him. His eyes widened at her forewardness, normally it takes a little more for her to be so open, but he doesn’t mind this newfound confidence. 

“Let’s take a look then hm?” He moved his body down between her legs as he moved her legs up, her knees resting on her chest and pushing her breasts closer together.

 From the position she was in now, her bottoms had nearly been swallowed by her cunt. The darkened spot on display as her puffy pussy was being restrained against the fabric. He groaned at the sight, taking his finger to slide up and down the wet spot as her arousal that leaked through the bikini was spotted on his fingers. 

He grabbed the bottoms, pulling them to the side so her pussy would be fully out like her tits. Her excitement had leaked to her ass at this point. Her juices were visible as they shone in the light in their bedroom. 

“Oh puppy,” He tsked at her mockingly, his breath hitting her cunt making her ache even more. “Looks like you did need me, this poor pussy is leaking all over my sheets.” He placed kisses around her thighs, nipping every once in a while. She needed to feel something, as her body took over and went to shut her legs but he stopped that immediately. “Nuh uh. You keep these up and open otherwise I’ll make a new arrangement for you. Is that clear?” 

She nodded but that was not good enough for him as he gave her a light warning slap on her thigh. “Yes I-I understand.” 

“Good girl.” Harry slightly sat up as he reached for the sucker in her mouth plucking it out and settling into his previous position. “I need you to stay good for me while I enjoy my treat puppy. I love seeing you laid like this for me, but I’ll have no choice but to move you around if you can’t listen okay?”

 She let out a restrained ‘okay’ as a way to hurry him along to touch her. Much to her liking, he began, but not what she was expecting. 

Keeping his gaze on her cunt, the sucker was dragged though her arousal. The first touch to where she needed him the most and it made her suck in a deep breath as it kept moving up and down through her lips. 

Once he thought the sucker, collected enough of her arousal, he moved it to circle her clit. As a shock to her from the feeling, her legs moved to close together again and her hands to reach for his hair and his movements were abruptly stopped. 

“What did I just tell you pet?” His gaze was dark, he glared at her unapprovingly. His hands reached to rip her legs apart and her hands from his hair. 

“I-I’m sorry, it just felt good. I won’t do it again daddy, I’m sorry.” She eagerly rushed out, feeling completely overwhelmed by not getting enough touching from him. 

“This is your last warning. Don’t make me tell you again.” She nodded, apoligizing once again as her hands rested on the backs of her thighs to keep herself spread for him. 

He resumed his work, letting the sucker circle her clit, before he moved it back down to collect her juices and smear it along her cunt. She felt her breathing pick up the feeling of at least something touching her cunt. The circling of the sticky treat on her cunt was enough to drive her mad. 

Harry decided to finally put her out of her misery as he pulled the sucker away from he clit, still letting it slide through her folds, as he leaned down at pressed a light kiss on her nub. His tongue soon came after, licking gentle stripes against her. He began lapping at her more as her soft moans were being heard. The taste of her slick was already addicting to him, but the slight hint of cherry flavoring was enough to make him spend hours going down on her.

She thoroughly enjoyed watching as he licked at her like a starved man. Moving the sucker covered in her juices back to her clit to circle it, his mouth moved to her folds. He leaned back to spit on her, making her gasp before he moved the sucker to rub it across her pussy before leaning down to lick it all back up. 

She was in heaven. She simply couldn’t help herself as her hands moved to pull his hair and keep him in place. However, Harry was not fond of this whatsoever. She soon she realized her mistake as he stopped and removed himself from her cunt. 

“W-wait, I’m sorry daddy! I won’t do it again, I-I didn’t mean to, I promise! It just felt so good, I promise I’ll-” 

“I don’t care. Since you can’t fucking listen like I asked, this isn’t going to go your way.” He graveled at her. When she attempted to speak up again, he was quick to reply. “Get on your hands and knees pet.” 

With her eyes cast down, she shamefully moved to where he wanted her. He also moved, quickly getting off the bed, and opening their nightstand drawer. She knew what he was grabbing the moment he reached for it and her thoughts were confirmed when he pulled it out. The handcuffs they used often were in his hand as he moved to tug her arms. He clasped the one around her wrist, circled the band around the headboard, before pulling her other arm up and clasping the other wrist. 

“Is that too tight pet?” His voice slightly softer as he rubbed her back, waiting for her response. 

“No daddy, it’s just right.” She answered him. 

“Alright. This is for your own good pet, I have to train my puppy somehow.” She shuttered just from the sentence alone. 

Her back was arched, arms pulled up as her head hung inbetween, and her ass was on full display for him with the red bikini bottoms covering nothing at this point. He grabbed her by the thighs to pull her legs apart, and her drenched pussy was soon in his view as well. He made a noise in the back of his throat at the sight before pulling the ties of strings of her swimsuit, causing it to fall onto the bed. 

“I need you to keep your legs right where they are pet, otherwise I’ll tie those down too.” He voice was deep, making her aware just how turned on he was too.

Before she knew what was happening, a hard smack was placed on her ass, making her yelp out, but she made herself stay as still as possible. His hand came down again, this time on her other cheek and she could feel her excitement start to drip. He continued to spank her ass, and the more slaps she recieved, the more drenched she became. Angel could feel it begin to leak down her thighs, and soon enough, Harry had noticed. 

Taking the sucker that was placed into his mouth before her spankings, he removed it as he spoke. 

“Jesus Christ angel, you’re leaking fucking everywhere. Didn’t realized getting spanked turned you on s’much, not so innocent are you hm? Little slut for me pet?” His degrading tone was doing nothing to help the problem between her legs, if anything, it was increasing how horny she was. 

“M’ such a slut for you daddy please! Please do something, I need it so bad!” Her voice was urgent, she couldn’t help it, she felt so deprived and he was doing nothing to help her but get her more worked up. 

“Such a good puppy I have. Just calm down, and I’ll help this poor pussy, give it a few kisses. It’s leaking juices everywhere baby.” Kneeling behind her he was quick to lick the trail of her excitment that ran down her leg before he indulged in her cunt. Before he could do that, he reached around her bringing the sucker to her lips. “Go on and suck it f’me baby.” 

She did as she was told, she began eagerly licking at it as her lips wrapped around it to attempted to keep the treat and her saliva in her mouth. It was pooling up and she struggled to swallow with her head down. He plucked it from her, plenty of spit stringing along with it and dropping onto the pillow below her. 

“Such a slobbery puppy, hm? Both holes are just so messy.” She didn’t bother responding, as her own moan cut her off by his tounge licking a stripe through her pussy. The sucker, placed on her clit once again as it was moved in circular motions, stimulating her. It took all the power in her not to move too much, her hands were clenched, nails digging into her palms as her whines grew. 

He pulled back to breathe as he let the sucker do some more work for him, letting it glide through her lips, and smear all her juices around her pussy. It was absurd how horny it made her for him to be using the sucker on her. 

He took her by surprise when the lolly that was just on her clit, moved to her folds and was pushed into her. She gasped loundly at the feeling of it being thrust in and out of her. Harry watched as the sucker pulled out of her, so many juices covering it before he placed it in his mouth, moaning at the taste. 

He plucked it out and brought it to her hole to do the same actions. She was so turned on, and it was clear from the noises of the sweet treat going in and out of her cunt. He thrust it in one last time before it was pulled, and instead of it being brought to his mouth, he reached around to where her hair was, pulled it as a way for her head to be brought up and brought it to her lips. She opened her mouth but before he placed it on her tongue, he let the sucker trace her bottom lip. Her own juices transferred before the sucker was placed on her tounge and she could taste herself. 

Harry became extremely aware of how hard his cock was as she gazed at him with wide eyes as her lips were wrapped around the sucker that was covered in her own arousal. He pulled the treat slowly, watching her lips morph around it as it was pulled before he licked the remaining juices off her lips and left her with a kiss. 

His hand left her hair causing her head to fall back down and he returned behind her. He was elated to see she still was dripping. Wasting no time, the sucker was proptly brought back to her folds, he continued to let it run through them once again before he pulled it back and let the sucker smack her cunt. It wasn’t very hard of a hit, but it still felt incredible. She whined more, needing him to tongue at her again and lick her juices up, she just wanted to cum so bad. 

Harry, however, was preoccupied with smacking her cunt with his sucker. The juices covering the sweet left a string everytime he pulled it back and it just was arousing for him to see. It took nearly all her strength to keep her legs open when he moved the slaps to her clit. He’d circle it before placing multiple pats onto the sensitive nub. 

Right before she was about to speak up, he placed the sucker on the nightstand ontop of the wrapper. His large hands smoothed over her ass before smacking them letting out a heavy sigh at the way they jiggled as he did so. His grip on her ass moved to her thighs, speading them more apart before he dove back into her cunt.

He was relentless as her whines were loud, as if that egged him on. He ate her out like a starved man, continiously lapping at her folds, placing kitten licks on her clit before sucking it into his mouth. The more he dove into her the more excitement started to leak, even he couldn’t keep up with it. More and more of it ran down her thighs, his hands moved to tightly grope her ass before he tounge dug into her folds and into her hole. She cried out from how good it felt to have him indulge in her. When she started feeling a familiar knot in her stomach he pulled back, his breaths coming out in heavy pants. He entertained himself with squeezing her ass, watching the flesh turn red under his touch. 

“Such a juicy little cunt baby. Love how you are so drenched more me, like you can’t get enough. It’s all puffy too, just begging me to lick at it” Working himself up from speaking- not just her- his hand laid another smack on her ass. “Just love your fucking body baby, love this fucking cunt, all mine isn’t it puppy? Your sopping pussy s’all for me isn’t it?” 

He watched as her juices shined in the lighting, bringing his hands from her ass to pull her lips apart. “Y-yes sir! All for you daddy.” He seemed pleased with the answer, keeping her pussy spread apart as he spat right on her cunt, watching the spit slide down to her clit before his tounge lapped back through her. She moaned, loving the feeling of his tongue on her once again. 

The handcuffs definitely had made marks on her wrist at this point from her tugging but she didn’t mind, if anything she liked it, made it all the more exciting. 

Harry took his fingers and allowed them to play with her clit while he tounged at her hole. She loved the combination, felt so good and she could feel her knot growing in her tummy once again, and decided to speak up. 

“Daddy, I- M’gunna cum, can I please cum?” Her sentence came out with a pant as it was hard to focus with his tongue lapping around her sensitive area. 

“No puppy, you’re gunna hold it like a good girl f’me. I wanna keep enjoying my sweet treat a little longer.” She was growing frustrated, she wiggled her hips as his mouth suckled at her clit but that only earned her a warning smack on the ass. 

“B-but daddy I can’t hold it! It feels too good, please daddy!” 

At her winey tone, he pulled himself away from her cunt, laying a harsh smack on her ass as he spoke up. 

“You don’t talk to me like that. I told you to hold it, so you’re going to hold it.” This time, instead of her ass, his hand came down right on her puffy pussy and she let out a yelp at how good it felt. “You have a choice puppy,” He spoke again before placing another slap to her cunt, the wetness making an audible noise against his hand. “You either hold it and wait for a little longer, or you don’t cum at all. What's it gunna be hm?” He placed another smack to her cunt. 

“I’ll hold it daddy.” Tears filled her eyes at frustration, she wasn’t sure if she could pull this off. His hand moved to rub his fingers through her folds, collecting all her juices before two fingers were pushed in. She tensed up at the feeling, the lolly and his tongue didn’t fill her up nearly as well as his cock but his fingers were a good start.

“Good girl. Now you just relax and let me enjoy my treat hm? Such a juicy little cunt.” His fingers were pulled out, and returned to her clit and his mouth continued its job lapping her up.

It seemed like torture as he kept groaning at how good she tasted, the feeling of his tongue and mouth pleasing her. The knot in her stomach was growing by the minute, she slightly moved her hips, swaying her ass slighlty and he kept busy on her cunt. He didn’t seem to mind as his tounge collected every drop of her arousal before he pulled off her. 

His cock was painfully hard just from the taste of her and he couldn’t take it anymore. His hand gave it a few strokes before he let it slide against her cunt, collecting her juices that continued to leak from the weepy hole. His hand reached up pulling the ties from around her neck and back, allowing her top to join her bikini bottoms on the red. 

“Just licked you all up puppy, and your pussy managed to slobber up right away, must’ve been anticipating my cock,” He teased himself and you as his allowed the tip of his cock to keep sliding in and out before he spoke up again. “Are you ready for my cock baby? By the way your cunts dripping, I have a pretty good idea what it wants.”

“Yes daddy! I’m ready for your cock! Please, please I need it!” He smirked at her begging and couldn’t keep her waiting any longer. 

He slowly pushed his cock in, loving the feeling of her tight cunt gripping him. Once he bottomed out, he didn’t hold back, he pulled back and harshly slammed right back into her causing her ass to jiggle. He growled at the sight, gribbing her ass and using it as leverage to pull her back into him as he kept repeatedly slamming into her. 

“How’s that feel puppy, this what you wanted?” He quickly slapped her ass before groping it again to keep pounding into her, picking up his pace as he felt his own orgasm approach. 

“Ye-yes thank you daddy! Your cock feels so good in my pussy, needed it so bad!” Her words only encouraged him more. His balls slapping against her cunt as her ass jiggled with each thrust and slap they endured. Both their moans could be heard through the room, sweat collecting on both their bodies. 

His one hand left her ass, the other still keeping it in a tight grib as he strummed on her clit. She mewled out as his motions grew faster and messier. 

“Daddy please, can I cum? M’so close I can’t hold it daddy, please!” 

“Yeah baby, you can cum. Wanna see your cunt soak my cock. Go on and cum for daddy, angel.” She let out a sigh of releaf as she felt the knot in her stomach keep growing.

The feeling of his cock relentlessly pounding her, the grip on her ass, and his fingers playing with her clit, she couldn’t take it anymore as her cunt spasmed around him, finally cumming. He felt her clench around him, continuing his pounding as he was reaching where he needed to. 

“Good fucking girl, so good f’me. Love when your cunt squeezes me like that.” She moaned as her orgasm continued to flow through her, her cunt still being abused by his cock thrusting in and out before he roughly pulled out. His hand furiously stroked his length before spurts of his cum landed against her ass and pussy. “Jesus Christ pet. What a sight.”

 He brought his hand down, smearing his own release against her pussy. She whined and wiggled as he touched her overly sensitive clit. 

“Sorry baby,” He left a chaste kiss on the side of her ass, pulled himself up as he grabbed the key for the cuffs. Once he helped her out of them he frowned at the harsh marks left on her wrists, lightly tracing his fingers along the markings. “I thought you said it wasn’t too tight angel?”

“It wasn’t I promise, I really didn’t hurt much, I promise honey.” She pressed a kiss on his lips to assure him as he let out a sigh.

“Next time you tell me if it does okay?” She nodded before laying flat on her stomach. “M’gunna run to the bathroom and help ya clean up baby.” In a flash, he grabbed a wet cloth and a glass of water before returning. He made sure to be extra careful when cleaning her up before tossing the cloth and climbing into bed with her. 

His arms pulled her to rest on top of him, his hands careful of her ass that he reminded himself to get a cream for before they went to bed. Her head laid against his chest as they rested together. 

“Y’can sleep a little baby. We’ll rest and then we can get up and make some dinner, how does that sound angel?” His voice was much softer than it had bed during the steamy sex they just had. 

“Sounds good H.” She leaned up, pressing her lips to his as they moved together, it was sweet and slow, nothing messy like before. They parted with a soft smack before she curled into his side and closed her eyes.

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Girl I need a lazy day with baby Norris and lando, maybe he’s not well or come home from a triple header (or both 🫢 who said that) and they’re just completely knackered

I’m so happy you’re back!

r and rs

lando norris x daughter!reader

summary: after an intense triple header, all lando wants to do is relax with his sweet girl

w/c: 1.1k

warnings: none!

a/n: sorry this is bad :( still getting back into the swing of writing!

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A race weekend on its own was tough enough. 4 days of presenting to the public eye, masking any other emotions, with the added fact that you have to drive at 200 mph a couple of times. Then, triple this, three weekends in a row of complete exhaustion, there you have a Formula 1 triple header. 

For Lando, as much as he loves driving, it has been his dream for as long as he could remember, he probably couldn’t think of anything worse than a triple header. He craves time to decompress after each race, without being thrown headfirst into the next one. 

It’s not made much easier that towards the end of this European triple header he’s managed to pick up some sort of bug. Nothing serious, he’d probably put it off to a slight tickly throat if this were a normal day, but the gruelling task of a triple header has managed to accentuate it by about 800 times. By the time he finally arrives home from Spain, Lando feels like he’s knocking on death’s door itself. 

Whilst he races, you spend your time with your grandparents, or sometimes a babysitter. Since you’ve turned 2, you’ve been going to a playgroup 3 times a week, although Lando was hesitant to let you go, kicking up a storm about how fast you were growing up, he knew it was important for your social skills and education. Having been meeting new, important, motorsports people since you had left the womb, you were one of the most sociable children out there, so playgroup was your most favourite thing. 

However, the last three weeks without your daddy had started to take a bit of a toll on you. Everyone in the playgroup was telling you stories about what they had done with their mom’s and dad’s when they went home, and even though your babysitter was very nice, you couldn’t help but feel left out, detached from the rest of your friends. 

So, when Lando finally got home, you wanted to do nothing more than to cling to him and not let go for at least 2-3 business days. 

You had just come home from playgroup when the familiar unlocking of the front door filled the apartment.

“Hi baby!”

You squealed, departing from your toys without a second thought, practically throwing yourself into his arms. “Daddy!!!” you cheer, as he picks you up with ease, placing kisses onto your face and the tip of your head. 

“Hi my love…” he mumbles tiredly into the top of your head, “Daddy missed you so much..”

“I missed you too…” you reply, your face shoved into the crook of his neck, clinging onto him so tightly that he probably should be worried about his circulation being cut off, but with you finally back in his arms, he couldn’t bring himself to care. 

“Daddy’s gotta go unpack and take a shower, and then we’ll play angel, okay?”

You reluctantly agree, going back to playing with your dolls - who were currently in the middle of a very important tea party.

A few minutes later Lando reemerges from his bedroom, bidding your babysitter goodbye and thank you, before scooping you up from the floor, back into his arms and kissing the top of your head. 

“Daddy missed you so so much…” he coos, settling down onto the couch, the weariness that has been accumulating over the last few weeks finally encompassing him. “You wanna play with your dolls, angel?”

You shake your head, you didn’t want your dolls stealing your time with your daddy from you, you just wanted to be with him. 

“Okay.. that’s okay baby… that’s good, we can just have some rest together, yeah? You wanna watch something on TV?”

“Bluey…”

“Good idea, angel, let's watch some Bluey..”

He grabs a nearby blanket, pulling it over the top of both of you, holding you close, like if he were to let go you were going to disappear. 

The two of you spend a good couple of hours just mindlessly sitting on the couch watching TV. Lando knows that he should be doing something more productive, looking at data, looking at emails, training, but at this moment there is nothing that he’d rather be doing than sitting with you and purely relaxing.  

Dinnertime eventually comes around, but neither of you seem to notice, or you do, and just can’t be bothered to get up from the comfortable couch that has seemed to melt around you. It takes a text from his trainer, reminding him on what he should be eating for dinner, to prompt Lando to remember that he does need to feed you, no matter how comfortable you are.

“We should get some dinner, baby…” he yawns, combing a few strands of your hair out from your face.

You whine in response, half asleep, burying your face into his chest, “‘M not hungry, wanna go sleep”

“I know, baby, Daddy’s tired too… but we gotta have something to eat before bedtime, okay? We can’t have you going hungry. What would you like, my darling?”

“Mmm, pizza..”

“Pizza? Why don’t we order in, baby? Hm? Then we could eat here on the couch, that’d be nice, wouldn’t it?”

You nod, still snuggled up in his arms, having no intention of moving anytime soon, pizza on the couch did sound good, “Cheese, please..”

“Of course, angel”

Dinner was not a fancy affair, the two of you stayed right where you were, eating from takeaway pizza boxes with Lando wiping your face to get all the tomato sauce off every couple of minutes. Dinner was nothing posh, but to Lando it was perfect.

Once all of the pizza has been hoovered away, not much movement is seen, the two of you too tired to make an effort to move and get to bed. 

“Missed you so much when I was racing…”

“I missed you, daddy, all my friends had their daddies at home, why didn’t their daddies have to go racing…?”

Lando’s heart breaks, “Not everyone is a racing driver, baby, their daddies jobs are probably here in Monaco..”

“Oh. Well then I think that they should be jealous of me. I love having a racing driver daddy.”

He laughs, he loves you more than anything he could imagine, “And your racing driver daddy loves you, baby, more than anything, okay?”

It’s probably a bad parenting move, and Lando knows that he should be more responsible, but he’s too tired to get up, and he can see that you’re the same. So that night, the two of you fall asleep wrapped up together, on the couch with your pizza boxes surrounding you, but so very peaceful. 

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a/n: tysm for requesting! requests are always open x