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notjustjavierpena · 1 month

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Five Minutes

A/N: As promised, y’all. Thanks to @strang3lov3 and @angelofsmalldeath-codeine for always helping me improve my work ❤️💖 Just to put it out there: The translations aren’t always literal but paraphrased to maintain context.

Summary: Lucien kisses you outside during your house party and puts his hand under your dress.

Pairing: Lucien Flores x reader (no y/n)

Tags: Teasing/banter, pet names, passionate kisses, groping, dirty talk, over panty clit stim, degradation, slight verbal humiliation, overstimulation, bit of exhibitionism

Word count: 1.8k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54514960

Five Minutes

Your head is swimming with how close Lucien is. His breath tickles your skin when he talks, ghosts over your ear as he noses along the side of your head. In the smoke-filled room where the floor shakes from the music playing, you can smell his cologne on him. He is velvety soft when he speaks, enchanting you, “Let’s get out of here, just for a second.”

“We can’t,” you turn your head a little and look up at him through your lashes, “It’s my party, baby.”

“I don’t care,” he nods towards the open screen door in your living room, “When everyone is distracted, we could slip out. Nobody will notice.”

“That their host is gone?” You tut in disbelief, “Luce…”

“Corazón (honey),” he mimics your tone of voice, “They’re too busy to notice us leaving for a few minutes.”

“Oh, it’s a few minutes now? It was getting out of here a second ago,” you tease him playfully. In reality, you have already decided to give in and all he has to do is drag you away from the crowds. You won’t protest.

“I feel like we’re throwing out a lot of terms about time on the table here,” he grins against your forehead, having moved slightly to hold you close. His arms rest along the small of your back.

“I’ll give you, hmm,” you pretend to think, “Five minutes. Is that satisfactory?”

“I’ll give you satisfactory,” he unwraps himself from you to grab your wrist. You giggle as he drags you through the loud house, slipping the both of you out of the half-open door to your backyard.

The air inside was oppressive; smoke-filled, hot, and with a distinct smell of alcohol. The air outside however is filled with mischief and adventure, your garden smelling of freshly-cut grass and blooming lilacs. Lucien’s hand slips down your wrist so he can entwine your fingers, his hand sure in its grip when he guides you past a group of people who are talking loudly. He hadn’t been wrong; no one seems to notice you passing by as they are all too invested in their conversations. Lucien would probably phrase it that they have their heads too far up their asses.

He leads you to the wall of your house that is enshrouded in darkness now that the sun is no longer shining. The chatter from your guests fades into background noise, replaced by the cicadas singing in the night breeze and a gentle rustling of the leaves on the trees.

As soon as you become your only witnesses, Lucien backs you up against the rough exterior of your house. He cups your face with gentle, calloused hands, and then suddenly, he kisses you deeply and forces you to do a sharp intake of air through your nose. It is like he tries to be soft and sweet but there’s something more behind the way his lips meet yours, and he easily slides his tongue into your mouth because you cannot help but moan at the taste of him.

His thumb goes down your cheek, settles on your chin to pull your mouth open so he can lick hotly into it. You place your hands on his shoulders to dig your fingers into the muscles there, then tilt your head to meet him even more while desire pools in your belly.

The hand that isn’t holding your mouth open for him slides down to rest on your shoulder. However, it moves quickly to grope obscenely at your chest over the fabric of your dress and you let him as his thumb brushes over a nipple. It stiffens immediately despite the indirect touch.

The moan you let out turns into a snicker that interrupts you. Lucien’s fingers have slipped under the dress strap on your shoulder and he tries pulling it off. You shake your head while laughing quietly, “No, Luce, c’mon.”

“But you have such pretty tits,” he argues with almost a raspy whine whilst you pull the strap back in place, “Necesito sentirte (I need to feel you).”

“That’s very nice and all but I don’t need the whole party to see my breasts,” you bump your head slightly against the wall when Lucien’s head descends to kiss your neck, “You’re gonna have to get creative, I’m not going to strip in my garden like I’m in my teens.”

As he noses along your pulse point, both his palms skim down your sides and eventually cup your ass with lewd hands. You think that might be it, but suddenly his fingers bunch up the fabric of your skirt only to pull it upwards so he can slide his hand underneath it. You gasp as he drapes his palm over your whole mound on top of your underwear.

“You’re certainly determined,” you say breathlessly as he grinds the heel of his hand into your clit. More blood goes south. You reach for his hair to pull his mouth to yours again, moaning as he guides two digits over your clothed slit.

“You’ve put me on the clock here,” he replies between kisses, voice a mere growl, “I don’t think I need much time though, do you? You’re sticky through your pretty panties already.”

He moves his hand to run his knuckle over the damp patch on the fabric, pulling away from the kiss to show off the shiny knuckle between your faces whilst he holds the skirt of your dress in his free hand to keep it from falling down again. He smirks in a self-satisfied manner and your mouth falls open in aroused surprise when he sucks the slick off his digit, “Tienes un coño precioso, mi amor, sabes tan dulce (You’ve got a pretty pussy, my love, you taste so sweet).”

“Lucien,” you breathe.

“That made you say my whole name, huh?” He grins boyishly but he is more filthy than anyone knows.

“Touch me,” you look down between the two of you briefly and then find his gaze again, your eyes becoming heavy as the anticipation settles in the evening air. Without a word, his hand finds its way down between your legs again. You widen your stance slightly, open your legs for him.

Your eyebrows scrunch together when he skims his palm over the soft skin right below your belly button. He teases you for a moment, dipping his fingers underneath the waistband of your underwear before letting them remain on top once again. He finds your clit easily despite it being covered - it’s so hard that he cannot miss it - and presses his index- and middle finger on it. He rubs your cunt in torturous circles and suddenly, the whole world seems to close in on you.

You spread your legs as wide as this position will allow you. Lucien chuckles quietly at your desperation, covers your mouth with his own as you pant with each little pulse of pleasure that he beckons from you.

His fingers shift between featherlight touches to just the right amount of pressure, sending you through a rollercoaster of arousal. You know the white cotton underneath his ministrations is see-through by now, messy and wet from the way your whole cunt flutters and clenches in the absence of anything he is willing to give you. You gush every now and then, and he groans into your mouth each time he feels his palm soak.

“Put your fingers in me,” you beg when it becomes especially unbearable but he doesn’t.

“I don’t think you need the whole party to see this pretty pussy, it’s mine,” he mocks your argument from earlier and pecks your lips impossibly soft compared to how he is treating your clit, “You’ll have to make do with what I give you, mi flor (my flower). I don’t care if you start begging me like a wanton little whore.”

“That’s so unfair,” you whimper as the first tells of your orgasm approaches. Lucien notices immediately and pulls his head back a little to watch your blissed-out expression. He circles in on your clit even further to make you cry softly, biting down on your bottom lip so you won’t alert anyone nearby.

“Shut up and come for me,” he is too pleased with himself. He can probably feel your cunt throbbing against his fingers when you finally do, doing a sharp intake of air as pleasure starts flowing through your lower body. You let it wash over yourself, clenching walls pushing more slick out to wet the thin fabric. If you had time, you would have told him to have a peek.

“You are so fucking cheap and easy,” he reminds you with a sleazy grin but you are too lost to coming from his fingers that you fumble for the right retort and decide to say nothing. Instead, you try not to lose your balance as he keeps stroking your oversensitive pussy until you have to grab at his wrist.

He bites at your jaw, stronger than you ever will be, and keeps up his torture over your panties. You are forced to come again less than thirty seconds later, and now, you start to actually cry out to the point where he has to kiss you quiet again.

You cling to him when he finally stops. He is your anchor in this state of mind-altering dopamine rush.

“You don’t even know how hard you make me,” he whispers against your lips, “Should drag you to the bathroom and fuck you stu—“

In the aftermath, two guests, much younger than him, round the corner. They are deep in drunken conversation, all giggly and eager, and appear to be searching for a quiet spot to do the same thing as you have just done. With a rush of adrenaline that clears your mind, you push Lucien away and yank your dress back down, smoothing out the fabric to remove any evidence that it has been crumpled by desperate hands, something that Lucien points out is only visible to your eyes before the intruders are within earshot.

“Oh, sorry,” one of them says as the other kisses their neck. They try to bat the other away with an embarrassed smile, “We didn’t know you were out here.”

Lucien wraps his arm around your waist and leads you away with his cock shamelessly straining against the front of his slacks. He smiles at the couple and they offer their bottle of wine to him as an apology. He takes a swig from it but doesn’t give it back.

“That’s okay, how could you have known?” He begins the lie, “We’ve only been gone for five minutes.”

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harryslittlefreakk · 2 months

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drunk in love

a late night talking extra 💓

summary: harry invites y/n to a party celebrating his upcoming final LOT show

warnings: very light smut (pretty much just touchy feely, male masturbation), alcohol use

wordcount: 4.1k

a/n: i want this to be me ? if i could have any harry, i want this one 😭 can’t believe it’s nearly a month since i last posted!!! sorry!!

you can find my masterlist here! happy reading 🫶🏼💖

“Harry, seriously!” You were swatting his hands away for what felt like the thousandth time that evening.

“Please. Missed you,” he pouted, opting to wrap his arms around your waist instead.

“I know baby, missed you too. But walking into the party late and together is hardly keeping it on the down low.”

It was Harry’s idea to keep it quiet tonight, for you to be by his side as a friend of Gemma’s and nothing more. His nearest and dearest had flown to Italy to celebrate the end of Love on Tour, and while he knew he could trust the majority of the guests, there were sure to be people who’d sell photos for a quick buck. You were happy to keep your privacy a little longer, but truthfully, you were itching to shout from the rooftops. It had only been a month since you’d met Harry, and you hadn’t even seen him for 3 weeks of that month. But it was the best month of your life.

“Don’t wanna keep it on the down low,” he groaned, throwing his head down into the crook of your neck. “You do, and you’ll thank yourself for it.”

His green eyes were peeking at you through the mirror, hungry and desperate for more of you. If it were any other occasion you’d be straight into bed with him, but you wanted so badly to make a good impression tonight. You were lucky to have Anne and Gemma on your side already, the pair of them taking to you so well that Harry even ended up setting up a group chat for the four of you to keep in touch while he was away. A mother’s judgement was quick and usually correct, and Harry had made it explicitly clear to you that she totally adored you. You were normal, she said. But still, meeting the remainder of Harry’s closest business partners, friends and family was downright terrifying to you.

“Would help with your nerves.”

“Harry, we have to be there in half an hour. You’re not even dressed.”

“Don’t have to get dressed if I’m jus’ going to get undressed.”

“Go next door and get dressed. Or let go of me so I can,” you laughed, turning around to press a kiss to his forehead.

He trailed away silently, feet scuffing on the carpet before he threw himself down on the bed. Always one for the dramatics. “At least let me see what you’re wearing before I go.”

You padded across the hotel room, pulling a metallic gold maxi dress from the wardrobe. You’d worried it would be too much, far too attention grabbing at a party where you wanted to stay out of the spotlight. But Gemma and Joanie had convinced you, and now that you held it up towards the window, you could finally see their vision.

The slowly setting sun was beautiful, gold and pink tones washing across the sky. You’d never been to Italy before, and suddenly it was your favourite place to be. The Mediterranean was good to Harry, the tan he’d picked up since you saw him last now rich and deep. He was glowing so brightly that you swore he could literally illuminate a dark room. Even the tiny beads of sweat on his chest sparkled like diamonds. He was delicious, and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him for too long. The way his eyes were fixed on you, likely imagining himself doing filthy things to you in that dress, made you weak at the knees. You had, what, 5 or so minutes until Gemma came to collect you? Plenty could be done in that time. But as soon as the idea popped into your head, Gemma’s voice came from the other side of the door.

“Get out Harry,” she called. He groaned as he heard her, running a frustrated hand through his messy curls. “You’ll look beautiful, always do,” Harry told you, pressing a kiss on your lips as he moped over to the door. He said a quick hello to Gemma before leaving, knowing that if he lingered around you for any longer, he’d never make it to his own celebration.

“What’s up with him?” Gemma laughed, pointing behind her as the heavy door swung shut. “Needy,” you told her, amusement tugging at the corners of your mouth. “I told you he still throws a tantrum! You think he’s all grown up on the surface, but there’s a stroppy little boy in there still.”

You pulled her in for a hug, grateful to have her by your side. “I’m really nervous,” you confessed, sinking down onto the edge of the bed. “I don’t know who Harry’s told what to, don’t want to slip up and ruin it for either of us.” You pulled your bottom lip into your mouth, the weight of your nerves finally crashing down on you. You hadn’t wanted to show Harry how anxious you were, knowing that he’d never leave your side if he knew.

“You poor thing,” Gemma smiled, placing a protective hand on your arm as she joined you on the soft bed. “I’ll be by your side as long as you want me to be. Some of Mum’s friends are coming too, so if you need a break from the crazy, they’ll be happy to look after you. Proper British mums.”

—

The venue was potentially one of the most beautiful places you’d ever seen. A rooftop bar with floor to ceiling windows leading out onto a patio, the evening sun casting a warm orange glow over every inch of the crowded room. You didn’t think you could ever get over the views from this high up, even stores and corner shops looked beautiful. In the few hours since you’d arrived in Italy, it had totally captured your heart. You could see why Harry chose here for his final show.

“Ready?” Gemma asked, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Ready,” you smiled, taking a deep breath as you followed her through the double doors.

There were so many people you recognised, some people you didn’t, and it was genuinely like walking into a weird fantasy. A month ago you were getting ready to see your favourite artist perform, now you were walking into a room of celebrities with his sister by your side. It didn’t matter how many times you went through it in your head, how many times you looked through your pictures with Harry, it never felt real.

Gemma took you to meet some of the band first, Sarah, Mitch and Pauli all huddled around a high table. They greeted Gemma warmly, but when Sarah’s eyes landed on you, she threw her arms around you with almost enough enthusiasm to knock you off your feet. “Y/n! You look incredible,” she grinned, squeezing you tightly. “She’s had one too many already,” Mitch muttered, nodding a gentle hello.

You stayed with them as Gemma went to get you both a drink, listening to their stories of touring and performing in different cities around the world, each tale filled with laughter and joy. Speaking to people who had known Harry on a deeper level for so many years made your heart soar, the same tenderness and care he showed you evident in the way his band mates spoke of him. Just as your eyes began to wander across the room to find him, Gemma returned with two glasses of Prosecco, handing one to you with a warm smile. “Got to keep moving, but we’ll be back,” she told the group, guiding you to some more of Harry’s friends.

—

From the other end of the bar, Harry’s eyes were fixed on you. He took a sip of his drink, his gaze never wavering as he watched you laugh with Sarah and Glenne. The way your eyes sparkled as you giggled, the tiny snorts that slipped out when something was truly funny. He was totally captivated by you. Harry couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming protectiveness, so desperately wishing he could’ve been the one to introduce you to his loved ones. He’d watched as you and Gemma made the rounds, shaking hands and exchanging hugs with his friends and colleagues. You’d mesmerised every single one of them, effortlessly commanding attention as if tonight was for you. He’d had no doubts about them liking you, seeing in you what he did, but there was still a little bit of pride bubbling away inside of him. You were his girl, and you were fitting into his life so perfectly. He may have been a little tipsy, his emotions a little heightened, but right there he realised he couldn’t imagine a life without you.

He started to make his way towards you, silently joining your group with a dorky grin plastered on his face. Your brows furrowed as you looked over at him, rocking on his heels slowly as he stared between the three of you. Sarah and Glenne could only laugh, taking his appearance as their cue to leave.

“Do I have something on my face?” you smirked once you were alone with Harry.

“Little bit of sexy right.. there,” he grinned, reaching out slowly to poke at your cheek. His playful grin widened as he leaned in closer, a tiny chuckle slipping past his lips. "Gonna need to wipe that off," Harry teased, his warm breath brushing over your skin.

“Is that so?”

“Absolutely. Can’t risk anyone else seeing that.” His finger lingered on your skin for a moment, tracing light patterns before he pulled away, replacing his gentle touch with soft kisses.

“Harry!” you scolded, trying to pull away from him before anyone noticed.

“No one’s looking,” he murmured against your skin, wrapping an arm around your waist and tugging you closer. His lips wrapped around your earlobe, his teeth grazing the skin as he sucked tenderly.

“Let’s leave, come home with me,” Harry groaned, his voice husky. His hand was splayed against the curve of your ass, his bulge starting to stiffen against your core. Being so close to him for the first time that evening felt like heaven, but you were far too conscious of the amount of people around you. Still, you instinctively turned your head, giving him access to kiss along your neck.

“This is your party, H,” you reminded him, familiar butterflies taking flight within your core as his tongue flicked against your skin. As much as you wanted to give in to Harry, you couldn’t be responsible for taking him away from his own celebration, so many people here for him.

But each movement of his tongue tightened the knot in your core, your walls aching for his touch. His voice, muffled against your skin, whispered, “I know, love. But y’look so fuckin’ good.“

You let out a soft moan as his lips trailed higher, his teeth grazing lightly along your jawline. The pleasure was almost agonising, you couldn’t help arching your back, craving more of his touch. The warmth of his breath against your skin sent shivers down your spine, the strong scent of spirits mixed with his aftershave, almost enough to put you in a trance.

Harry’s voice was filled with desire, continuing to coax you into surrendering to him. “Can’t help myself, princess. Not when y’look like that,” he murmured, your breath hitching as his lips finally found your mouth, his movements soft yet desperate. His tongue danced around yours, exploring every corner of your mouth as though trying to memorise each taste and sensation.

You gripped onto his shoulders, your fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt, desperately trying to ground yourself. “I want you,” Harry panted as he pulled away, his lips swollen and breath ragged.

You were totally lost in him, your chest heaving as Harry stared deep into your eyes, searching for any sign that he’d convinced you enough.

“That is quite enough of that.” A voice came from behind you, startling you both out of your moment of serenity. You jumped away from Harry to see Anne giving you both the once-over, a hint of amusement dancing across her face. “You,” she pointed at Harry, “keep your tongue where it belongs. You,” she was grabbing a hold of your forearm, “with me.”

You could feel a blush creeping up your cheeks as Anne whisked you away, consumed by the long forgotten teenage embarrassment of being caught kissing by a parent. “Sorry,” you cringed, unable to meet her eyes. “It’s only a little kiss, love. I just wanted to help you escape him before anyone else saw,” Anne smiled.

“Oh,” you giggled, relief washing over you. With all the sneaking around, you sometimes had to remind yourself that you weren’t actually a disobedient teenager, waiting to be caught after sneaking a boy into your room.

Anne took you to meet her friends properly, the women she referred to as Harry’s other mums. They were exactly as Gemma had described, the exact same personality that your mum had, the stereotypical welcoming British mum. They told you countless stories of a younger Harry - the cheeky little boy who was always trying to make everyone laugh, to the teenager who took every opportunity to sing in his bedroom. It was always weird to you, knowing so much already about someone who was still new to you. Thankfully, everyone in Harry’s life seemed to accept that you’d been a (deranged) fan of his before you started dating. As he’d told you many times, it would be borderline impossible to date someone who had no idea who he was. Unless he dated babies or old ladies, and he’d been very clear that he didn’t fancy dating either of them.

“How did you two meet?” one of Anne’s friends had asked. It may have only been a month ago, but this was already your favourite story to tell. “In a Starbucks,” you confessed, cheeks tinged pink at the memory. “I was actually seeing him at Wembley, and we just happened to be in Starbucks at the same time. He asked me for a napkin and,” you shrugged, “we just hit it off from there.” Even the world’s strongest man couldn’t wipe the grin off your face at that moment. You loved to talk about your meet-cute, the way your heart caught in your throat at the sight of Harry’s rings, the way you ended up basically living with him for a week from that moment onwards. And yet, you couldn’t focus fully, still heated from your moment with Harry earlier.

His touch still lingered on your skin, warm tingles spreading across your waist where he’d pulled you into him. Anne’s friend grinned back at you, your feelings for Harry evident in the way you spoke about him. “Sounds like fate,” she told you, rubbing a hand on Anne’s thigh. “Your little boy all grown up and in love,” she laughed.

You nodded, unable to hide the sparkle in your eyes as you thought about Harry. It really did feel like fate had bought you here, a higher power intervening to lead you to him. As the conversation continued, you couldn’t help but steal glances at Harry across the room. He was dancing with Jeff, and an unexpected guest - at least for you - James Corden. You knew they were friends, you’d watched Harry’s carpool karaoke and every other late late show segment an embarrassing number of times. But to see him here, genuinely friends with Harry was so bizarre to you. You’d never seen him drunk before, and it wasn’t too different from a puppy with the zoomies. His feet moving too fast for his body, his drink sloshing around the glass as he threw his arms around anyone who caught his eye. He just radiated pure happiness, the very definition of a golden retriever boyfriend.

Harry’s eyes met yours as you watched him, the green of his irises darkening the longer his gaze rested on you. You blew him a kiss, laughing as he mimed catching it and pressing it to his lips. It was insane how someone so sexually driven could be so fucking cute. If you met him for the very first time while he was being sweet, you’d never expect what he could do to you in bed. And if you met him for the very first time in bed, you’d never expect how loving he could be. And now you were thinking of him in bed and getting yourself all worked up again.

“I’m just going to nip to the toilet,” you told Anne, signalling your head towards the corner of the room. You purposely walked behind Harry, trailing a light hand across his lower back to grab his attention, sauntering away without a glance back. You didn’t have to look to know he’d be following you. He caught up to you as you reached the entrance of the toilets, grabbing a hold of your hips with his bulge pressed firmly against your lower back.

“Didn’t think you could get away without me, did you?” he slurred against your ear, guiding you towards the cubicle at the end of the corridor. “Harry, babe, I got your attention so that you’d follow me.”

He laughed, locking the door behind him as one hand trailed up your torso. “Knew you couldn’t resist me,” he smirked, eyes landing on your tits as you turned to face him.

“Was doing fine until you played dirty,” you told him, tangling a hand in the curls at the nape of his neck. He pulled you close to him, his mouth lingering dangerously close to yours. All he could think about was ruining you, having you begging for mercy as he shot streams of his hot cum into you, finally fucking something other than his fist. But he couldn’t do any of that here, couldn’t fuck you the way he needed to in a bathroom stall. “I like playing dirty,” he whispered, crashing his lips against yours. He walked you backwards, hands moving to unzip your dress as his tongue danced around your mouth.

He pulled away to help you out of your dress, his cock twitching as you stepped out of it, left in only your tiny thong and heels. “Fucking hell,” Harry groaned, one hand tracing the curve of your waist as he looked you up and down. Your lips were swollen from his kiss, eyes hazy as you watched him undo his trousers. The second his cock sprung out of his pants you reached for it, desperate to feel it again after so long. Harry grabbed your hand, tangling his fingers in yours, denying you a touch. “Can’t fuck you the way I want to here,” he whispered. “Just need you to stand there and look pretty f’me.”

You nodded, swallowing thickly as he began to stroke his cock. You needed to come, but you didn’t want to spoil your appetite for him. So if Harry needed you to stand and watch him, a starter before your well-earned main course, you were more than happy to. “So fuckin’ beautiful,” he groaned, gripping onto your hip with his free hand. He knew he wasn’t going to last long, he never did with you involved, each stroke only making his core tighten more.

He looked fucking hot. His hair messy, sweat glistening on his neck as he stroked the sweet cock that you’d missed so dearly. Precum was gathering on his tip, his rings clashing together as he grunted and groaned, blown-out pupils fixed on your body. You couldn’t hold in the pants and moans that were forming in your throat, your core on fire as you watched Harry bring himself closer to his climax.

“Turn around,” he drawled, pushing your back down as his tip bumped against your ass, your eyes glued to him in the mirror. He pulled your thong to the side, pushing his fingers inside of your entrance. “Gonna- fuck-” he panted, no time to get you stretched out for his cock before his orgasm started to creep up on him. You shuffled your feet outwards, resting your elbows down on the countertop so he could enter you. He pushed into you quickly, the burn pulling a deep cry from inside of you. “Come, baby,” you pleaded, mouth locked open as your walls closed around him. Harry shot his cum into you, sighs of relief tumbling out of both of your mouths to finally feel your cores connected again, finally have his thick cum deep inside of you.

He stilled, rubbing his hands across your asscheeks, dizzy from the sensation of being deep in you.

The moment was quickly broken by someone banging on the door, and Harry jumped back, the sudden absence of his cock making you a little sad. “Occupied,” he called out, buttoning up his trousers before picking up your dress. “Bastards,” he smirked, bending down behind you to help you back into your clothes. He pressed a kiss to the bottom of your asscheek, moving your panties back over to cover your mound.

“Can’t leave together,” Harry said as his shaky hands did up your zip, still dazed from his orgasm.

“Go,” you told him, pressing a final kiss to his lips. “Need to touch up my makeup anyway.”

—

You could hear Harry’s voice booming over the music as you left the toilets, the rest of the party fallen silent. “Here she is!” he slurred as you came around the corner. Harry was standing on a table, a microphone in his hand as he addressed the crowd gathered in front of him. He reached out a beckoning finger to you, motioning for you to come over. You could hardly reject him in front of all of these eyes, let alone with that cheesy grin calling out to you. “This is Y/N, and f’anybody who doesn’t know, she’s my future wife,” he beamed as you got closer.

He giggled into the microphone, jumping down off of the table on unsteady legs. Harry’s audience clapped at his words, a few drunken cheers erupting. “Louder!” he demanded, “everyone cheer for Y/N!”

He had far too much power with a microphone in his hands, you thought to yourself as he wrapped an arm tight around your shoulders, pressing a kiss to your temple. You knew you were blushing wildly, not at all used to being in the spotlight. You rested your head on his shoulder, hoping it would somehow obscure you from view. “Seriously,” Harry continued, his goofy grin not budging as he glanced down at you, “this woman is the joy of my life. And you’re all close seconds. Thank you f’coming out to celebrate me, the band and everyone who’s worked on this tour. Roll on Saturday!”

He dropped the microphone onto the table behind him, moving his hand to cup your cheek before pressing his lips to yours, harder this time. The rest of the party had started to disperse around the room again, but now it didn’t matter if anyone saw. You were kissing Harry, properly kissing him, in public, and there was very little that could bring you down from that high. As he pulled away, Harry sat back on the table, pulling you to stand between his legs. “M’ so proud of you,” you whispered, brushing your fingertips across his cheek. He was looking deep in your eyes, his stare laced with something deeper than the affection he’d shown you before. “I love y-”, he started, his words cut off when you slapped a hand over his mouth. “Nuh uh, not letting you say it when you’re drunk,” you laughed, snarling at him as he tried to pull your hand away. When he finally managed, he pinned your hands to your sides, turning you around in his arms until your back was flush with his chest.

“A drunken mind speaks sober thoughts,” he chuckled, peppering soft kisses down your shoulder. You could have exploded, physically exploded in that moment. “Harry,” you warned, unable to wipe the smile from your face. He pressed his lips close to your ear, his warm breath washing over the side of your face. “I love you,” he whispered, grinning at you as you craned your neck to face him. “I love you,” you replied, heart hammering against your ribcage as the words finally came out. “Can I take you home now?” Harry smirked, his fingers dancing across your waist. “Please,” you whispered, taking his hand in yours.

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sanjisprincesswifey · 1 month

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helloo~ first of all congratulations on your milestones! your fics are amazing and you deserve all the love on your works🥺 as for the event, may i request for song 1 with eustass kid with an afab reader? nsfw or sfw are both fine with me! tysm in advance 💖💕

pretty in pleasure (or realizing you're falling in love ft. eustass kid)

notes: kid is bad with emotions but oh so good in bed. nsfw!!! mdni!!! p in v sex & riding with an afab!reader! around 500+ words i think ?? thank u sm for participating, ily 4 requesting eustass i luuuuuv him

despite being such a large, strong man, it felt as if kid has always been so gentle with you.

his thick, calloused fingers grip around your hip, your skin bending into his touch. a mewl falls from your lips as he guides you up and down as you bounce around his cock.

a string of curses leaves his own, but he can only focus on how fucked out you look instead of watching himself disappear inside of you as he typically did.

as a dragged-out groan escapes him, he’s not watching your tits bounce with the movement of your body, but how your face contorts with a pleased expression. or how your beautiful, lust-filled eyes stare down at him, which he would never verbally admit that it only drives him further to his release at an exponentially high rate.

a light yelp leaves you as kid effortlessly lifts you off of him in a swift motion, his dick curving as his cum spills onto his own abdomen.

a strangled gasp leaves you once more before you stand up and grab him a towel, giggling as you clean up his mess.

“did you finish?” his nonchalant tone protects the sheepishness he feels he needs to mask.

ensuring your satisfaction guaranteed him more nights with you, so he was eager to know the answer.

you nod with a cheeky smile, “yeah, like three times. was just waiting on you.” you reach for his goggles, pulling them off his head as you ruffle through his hair and wipe the sweat from his forehead.

your gentle touch was so unfamiliar to him that he rejected it at the beginning of your late-night visits, muttering for you to get out and get some sleep instead. but as the days turned into weeks, kid had succumbed to your soft touch, and grown accustomed to you occupying not just his bed, but his thoughts too.

all of which he could never admit to you, deeming himself far too coarse and animalistic for such vulnerable emotions.

somehow though, he had granted himself to reward of imagining you sticking to his side not just in the dead of night when his fist was not enough to get him off, but in his day-to-day activities.

“here,” he murmurs, opening up the blanket for you to climb inside once you have finished cleaning up.

“thank you,” you sigh, a content smile adorning your face as you cuddle up next to him. your arm is not long enough to wrap around his wide torso but rests just above his heart, the soft beating reverberating through your palm.

the exhaustion pools through your body as your eyes lazily shut in the comfort of his arm. kid this opportunity to stare down at you, his gaze memorizing each of your features until his stained, bruised lips rest in a small smile.

“your heart is beating so fast,” you chuckle, glancing up at him.

he grunts, spitting out something about how he was thinking about your session that ended mere minutes ago. you accept the answer, still finding pride in your efforts as you shut your eyes once again.

kid manages to capture a couple more peeks before he’s relaxed enough to doze off too, hoping one day he’d be man enough to tell you how he feels.

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rabbitblackx · 10 months

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Bubs,Nubs,Chops and Brahms with a typically sweet and quiet s/o but is very protective and hot headed when it comes to them. Like if someone insults the slasher they literally have to hold their s/o back from attacking the person(or not and just let them go ham 🤷‍♀️) bonus points if the person insulting Brahms is Malcolm

Slashers when Sweet!Reader gets overprotective

Includes: Nubbins, Bubba, Chop-Top and Brahms

Nubbins Sawyer💖

You made Nubbins melt. He was in a fit of giggles as you littered his red face with little kisses. He often told you that he did good, and that you were a nice one. He was very proud to call you his own

Though you were a sweet little angel, sometimes your nice nature was challenged. Like when one of Nubbins victims tried to escape. She tore herself free from the dining chair and made a run for it. Just as your boyfriend grabbed ahold of her, she bit down hard on his hand

You launched yourself at the girl, throwing her roughly to the floor. You went to attack her some more, but Nubbins grabbed your wrist

“It’s okay! I’ll handle this.” He stuttered

Before you could rip into her more, you forced yourself to go into the living room to blow off some steam. It wasn’t long until Nubbins’ victim stopped screaming. He entered the room covered in her blood, a crooked smile on his face

“Are you okay, honey?” You asked sweetly

You walked over to Nubbins and gently looked over his bitten wrist. You then grabbed his face, placing soft kisses all over. You were the perfect balance for him. One moment your violent and possessive, the next showering him in affection

Nubbins wrapped his lanky arms around you, hearts in his eyes

Bubba Sawyer💖

You were the love of Bubba’s life. Every moment spent with you was a blessing. He wasn’t afraid to give back any affection you threw at him. You both gave each other many, many sweet kisses during the day

Bubba chased a trespasser through the house, readying his loud chainsaw in the air. You were hot on his trail as they ran into the dining room. The victim panicked, snatching a sledgehammer from the table. Just as Bubba charged him, he threw the hammer. It spun in the air before hitting your boyfriend dead in the forehead

“Honey! Are you okay?” You gasped

As you set your sights on the trespasser, all you saw was red. You ran around a dizzy Bubba to tackle the man to the floor. How dare he hurt your precious boyfriend? That wasn’t very nice!

After finishing off the trespasser, you stood from his bruised body and raced over to Bubba. You kneeled down where he sat against the wall. You lifted a bloody hand to carefully touch his sore forehead

“You poor baby. Does it hurt real bad?” You cooed

Bubba rambled some gibberish, shaking his head furiously. He was only concerned about you. He took your hands in his, blood getting on him but he didn’t care

Chop-Top Sawyer💖

Chop-Top was always trying to rile you up. You were so sweet and quiet, he just wanted to tear that from you. He got off on you going crazy. He loved your two sides. One minute you were cuddling into his side, making him giggle. The next, you were strangling some poor girl for hurting him

Chop-Top’s victim got loose within the abandoned amusement park y’all called home. It wasn’t long until he found her, running after her with his knife ready. You watched from across the way as she screamed and bashed her fists against him. She screamed profanities, digging her long nails into his wrists

You stormed over to the pair, snatching Chop-Top’s hammer from the table in the process. You shoved the girl off him, and threw the hammer down onto her head. Chop-Top laughed hysterically as you slammed it over and over into her mushed skull

“Whoa, baby! You got her good!” He exclaimed

You loomed over her corpse, your chest heaving as the bloody hammer hung limply from your fingers. You carelessly tossed it next to her, slowly turning to face Chop-Top

“How’s your wrists, dear? She didn’t hurt you too bad, did she?” You huffed

Chop-Top didn’t answer. He crept over to you with a big grin, snaking his arms around your waist and pulling you close

You were so hot to him

Brahms Heelshire💖

Brahms was so soft for you. You never denied him any kisses. Which was honestly all he could ever ask for. Every little kiss you gave him made him melt. Your kind and gentle nature was so appealing to him. He wrapped his arms around your waist as you cradled his face. You offered the cutest smile, before planting a warm kiss to his mask

Brahms hid within the walls while Malcom delivered your groceries. It was obvious that he was trying to befriend you, but you were much too busy with Brahms. He was also still under the impression that he was just a doll, and not a six foot three guy in the wall

Malcom was trying to convince you to leave the manor for a bit, and get some fresh air. He offered to take you out into the village, but you politely declined. He asked you why you were so bent on caring for the doll, and even poked at his porcelain cheek

You had to bite back your anger as he made jokes about Brahms, calling him harmless names. But it still hurt you. Before you could snap at Malcom, you simply strolled over and scooped Brahms’ doll up from his seat

“Okay, that’s enough.” You said, feigning politeness

You felt a bit silly as you exited the kitchen, placing the doll onto the couch. Malcom didn’t even know that Brahms was still alive. It wasn’t like he was insulting him, but still. You were very protective of your boyfriend, and even his doll at times

You waved off Malcom dismissively, offering a rushed goodbye as you forced him out the door. You walked back into the living room with the doll, calling out for his human counterpart

“Brahms, honey?” You cooed

Brahms crept out of the walls, slowly lumbering over to you from behind. You whirled around, a hurt frown on your sweet face

“Oh, honey. I hope you didn’t take what he said to heart.” You lifted your hands up to cradle his mask. “I think you’re just lovely.” You smiled softly

Brahms didn’t care nearly as much as you did. He kind of liked that you got riled up over him like that though. He threw his arms around your waist and tugged you close. He hid his masked face in the crook of your neck, emitting a deep hum of affection

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batfleshh · 4 months

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Taking the time

Captain Price X M!Reader

MERRY CHRISTMAS since this will probably be done by then‼️💖🎄

Warnings: ur a virgin but not a stupid one that doesn’t know how a penis works AHEM f!reader fics AHEM :3 faggot, He says he loves you so idk L bombs or whatever they’re called, soft sex, crying during sex, use of condoms, hand holding, frotting but only for a lil bit, did I mention soft sex?, this is long, this is a bit of a self projection kind of thing cause idk what else to write about and yeah, I love price, comfort and mostly js fluffy smut, not proof read, men are dicks, gay sex! :3

“And you’re sure about it?”, the older man in front of you asks as he has you sat on your shared bed, your ear pressed against his chest as you listen to his heartbeat. You nod, his hand absentmindedly making its way into your hair to stroke at it gently. You both were getting used to your sexual life, that wasn’t really that sexual at all. Sure, you knew how to give a good handjob, and the many times he had fucked your thighs was probably uncountable, but he had yet to fully be inside you. To be honest, you were kind of scared. Sure, you love John, and John loved you maybe a thousand times more, but something inside of you just wasn’t sure. You weren’t stupid. You knew how sex worked, and how a dick was supposed to go in. But something about it happening to you made it such a strange feeling to think about. You wanted to be taken by someone you could trust, not just some man that you knew wouldn’t care all that much about it.

You felt dumb thinking that much about it, but you couldn’t figure out why. But something about Price made you sure you wanted it to be him. He was gentle with you, but stern when he needed to be. He didn’t have a problem with how you were, almost always on board with how you felt. You learned to love yourself as much as you loved him. The bearded man making you find some value in yourself that you couldn’t find on your own. Of course, you did have self independence, even helping him through tough times of his own every once in a while. You took care of each other, and you knew he wasn’t gonna be another man that would run off on you again.

You were aware of your bad experiences, how every past man you met was more worried about chasing his own pleasure rather than you both getting what you wanted. That’s what made you back out last minute, the noises of disappointment leaving their lips made you want to hide in a hole. You didn’t want your inexperience to be a big problem, it wasn’t like you hadn’t done other things with other men before Price. A lot of trust had to be built up with this moment, and you were finally ready to let it happen. That night, you had just finished showering, Price going in after you had stepped out with a towel around you. You sit at the edge of your bed, picking at a loose thread on the towel. You take a few deep breaths as you stare at a few items resting on your bedside dresser. A condom rests there, as does a bottle of a liquid. You sigh to yourself and shiver as cold air hits your bare back, continuing to pick at the fabric of the towel.

Price returns a decent amount of time later, a content sigh leaving your lips as you stare at his chest, eyes tracing up to his face and down to his towel. He makes his way over to you, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead. You let out a bubbly giggle at the action, feeling sickly in love with the man in front of you. “You ready, sweetheart?”, he asks you, his voice as soft as it can be. After receiving an eager nod from you, he chuckles before gesturing for you to remove your own towel. As you do, you feel heat rush over you as he stares down at your body. His rough hand moves to trace your skin, cooing at how your body reacts to his touch.

You begin to grow ever so needy, moving your face closer to his as if to ask him for a different favor. He presses his lips to yours eagerly, smirking against your lips as small noises begin to slip past them. After a few moments of this repeated make out, you hear him drop his towel. You glance down quickly, your breath practically rushing out of you as stare at his cock. He notices how your eyes dart down at him, chuckling once more as he reaches his hand to hold your chin in up higher as he continues to kiss you. You allow him to move your face, somehow ending up with your back on the soft bed moments later. Soft noises leave you as he finally pulls away from your face, gently moving you onto your stomach. You begin to take in air a little faster, trying not to get worked up as you listen to him shuffle behind you. You feel him move off of the bed to grab something, before feeling it dip again when he returns. He pushes your lower back down gently, your body complying easily as you wait patiently in this new position he’s put you in.

You hear a pop of a cap from behind you, trying not to focus too much on any background noise that might make you shy away from the situation. Your mind was hazy as you feel something at your entrance, tilting your head to attempt to look back at Price. He attempts to reassure you in a soft voice, his hand stroking at your hip gently. You don’t pay attention to where the other had gone until you feel him slowly push his lubed up finger inside of you after giving you a brief warning. You let out a noise of surprise at the action, hands curling into the soft sheet on the bed. You attempt to get used to the feeling, whining as you feel small tears prickle in your eyes. A small grunt leaves Price, attempting to keep you calm as his free hand wanders over to yours, resting on top of it. He strokes the top of it with his thumb, your breath beginning to slow as you try to ease up a bit. “That’s it, baby. You’re doing so well.”, he praises you, pushing his other finger in after a while. You let out soft moans and noises of slight discomfort as he pumps his fingers in and out. This new step into this territory is making your head spin, the feeling of it slowly getting to you.

His fingers are pulled out of you after a while of him stretching you open for him, praising you once more as you only nod absentmindedly, your voice quiet as a “thank you” leaves your lips. You hear him tear open the condom you noticed earlier, your eyes closing slightly as you wait patiently for him. John roll the condom onto his cock slowly, grabbing at your hips and lining his cock up with you. He groans as he slowly pushes the tip in, a drawn out moan leaving you as your eyes are blown open from the feeling. His bigger hands rub against your skin, attempt to comfort you as you whine at the feeling of him entering you, more moans being pulled out of you as he slowly moves himself into you. More tears begin to form in your eyes again, wanting him to slow down more than he’s already attempting to. You begin to squirm, small whines and noises of discomfort leaving your lips as he looks down at you with a concerned expression.

He immediately catches onto what’s wrong with you, his hand reaching to take yours in his gently. The small action makes the tears that had formed spill over, his lips forming a small frown as he watches your face. His rough hand rubs small shapes into the back of yours with his thumb, not pushing any more of his length into you. “You alright there, pretty?”, he asks as he attempts to coax an answer out of you, his other open hand rubbing small circles into your hip. You nod, a small noise of agreement leaving you as you do so. He asks again, just to be sure as he squeezes your hand ever so slightly. You let out an audible “yes”, pushing your hips back eagerly as you whine at the feeling of him inside of you. When you finally start to get used to things, your head slowly rests against the bed, drooling leaving past your lips as you moan out in pleasure.

“That’s a good boy. Such a good boy for me, baby.” he grunts out as he begins to pick up the pace of his hips, leaning forward as you begin to see stars. It’s a lot to handle, almost making you second guess your decision. It was strange, tiny noises leaving you and falling in between your moans as your mind begins to wander, wondering what could make Price want this from you so much. You feel warm tears well up in your eyes, small sniffles leaving you as you begin to squirm under John. It wasn’t like he forced you into doing it, you were the one who gave him permission to do it. You feel Price begin to slow his pace as he notices the shuddering of your shoulders, a frown on his face as he takes a glance at the tears rolling down yours. You whine out of embarrassment, feeling him pull his cock out of you slowly. You slowly lay yourself down onto the bed, thoughts of insecurity and sadness immediately plaguing your mind. You feel his body weight be lifted from the bed, only to feel it dip once more as he sits next to you. He gently pulls you up into his lap, more tears leaving you as you begin to sob. You hear Price coo at your sounds, his larger hands moving to rub at your body soothingly, trying his best to calm you down. After a little while, you finally get yourself back down emotionally, face pressed into his neck.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?,” he asks you gently, hand rubbing up and down your back as you let out soft noises into his skin. You shrug, not entirely sure yourself about where the thoughts sprouted from. “Just was thinking, didn’t mean to start crying,” you say quietly, a slight tremble apparent in your movements. You hear him let out a noise of acknowledgment at your words, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your face. You let out a tiny laugh at the feeling of his lips, feeling him smile against your skin. You stare longingly at nothing in particular as you begin to calm down more and more, starting to attempt to explain to him why you reacted the way you did.

He listened to you, his hand on your back never stopping it movements. “I see,” he says, kissing along your face more when you’re done speaking. “I’m sorry you feel like that, baby.”, he says to you gently, trying his best to understand. Even if he couldn’t take the feeling away, he sure would try. You mumble a few more words, the both of you sitting in comfortable silence for a little while after that. You whine as you slowly realize you’re both still naked, glancing down as you move your head from his neck. You whimper at the sight, his cock inches away from yours. He hums as he follows your gaze, his hand moving to lift your chin up. You pout when you meet his eyes, his lips pushing up to form a smile. He places a soft kiss to yours, a content sign escaping you as you accept it.

You feel him move a hand down to your cock, giving it a few strokes, a smirk forming on his face when he hears your small noises of pleasure. He pulls his lips away from yours, chuckling as you whine and try to follow after them. His rough hand still continues to pump your dick, small moans and whimpers slowly picking up in volume. He moves his hand back slowly to grab his own cock, stroking both of them together in his hand. The action makes you lose your mind, whines escaping your throat at the feeling. Price shushes you gently and moves down to kiss at your neck, whispering soft praises into your ear. Your hands begin to explore his chest, not knowing where to keep them. “You still want me inside you baby?”, he asks in a whisper in your ear, smirking and placing another kiss to your face when you eagerly say yes.

He removes his hand from your cocks, a small whine of disappointment leaving you at the loss. Price moves his hands down to your hips, lining his cock up with your hole as you whimper impatiently. He lifts you up slowly before thrusting into you, a moan tumbling from your lips. His hands guide you up and down on his cock, staying planted reassuringly on your body as he kisses you softly. His soft movements make tears well in your eyes again; not out of sadness, but out of appreciation. You appreciate John, fuck, even love him. You move yourself faster on his cock, small tears rolling down your face. He quickly asks if you’re okay, humming when you give him a firm nod. One of his hands moves up to stroke your face, more kisses being left on your body. You begin to cry once more, but this time, he kisses your tears away gently, the feeling of his prickly beard making you let out a small giggle. You feel your orgasm begin to build up, whining a little louder than before. Price just gently hushes you once more, repeated “shh”s leaving him once you begin to grow louder. You attempt to apologize, only for it to be broken apart once you feel yourself grow closer. You look at Price for approval, only for him to push his cock into you further. You gasp, your breath leaving you as you shoot your load onto his chest. He follows suit, releasing into the condom he had made sure to keep on.

You whine at the feeling, slumping against his chest, his cock still inside you. You let out small noises as his hands go to mess with your hair, a soft kiss pressed against your skin once more. “I love you, pretty.”, he whispers into your ear, chuckling at the noise that leaves you. You mumble back an “I love you too”, pushing your face into his chest slowly. You knew you had made a great choice that night, sighing contently as you rest against him.

~ 🎄

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synthetickitsune · 6 months

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angst 16 and fluff 32 with jeonghan please? and that will be my last one haha i'm just so happy that your requests are open. and i just wanted to say thank you so much for your service really, you are legitimately one of my favorite writers on here and i love your blog so much. also you're really sweet and friendly and i appreciate u! <33 have fun writing and don't put too much pressure on yourself, take care, love you 💖

aah, thank you so much!! it took a while but i hope you'll like this ♡

Jeonghan (Seventeen) | Scaring them + “It’s okay. I’m here.” angst/comfort | 0.9k | gn!reader

“I-”

“Shut up.”

You’re seething on the opposite end of the sofa, your knees hugged to your chest and your body so tense he’s afraid something in it might snap. He can barely see you in the faint light coming in from the kitchen. Jeonghan’s just helpless about what to do now.

He realizes, in hindsight, that the prank was stupid. You did mention you like horror movies, that you enjoyed being scared sometimes. Still, he should’ve known better and he’s angry with himself that he didn’t. It’s dark, it’s late, you’ve had a long day, and already had to walk through the dark streets, of course you’d be on edge, and then he jumped out at you from the shadows in your home before you could turn on the lights.

It’s funny when Mingyu shrieks and pouts and complains, but he sees now it’s not so funny when you’re the one screaming and trembling, pushing him away when he tries to hug you and make up. You won’t even look at him.

He pushes his luck and cautiously moves to sit a little closer. You don’t pay him any mind so he monitors your reactions and continues until he’s sitting right next to you without really touching you. You glare at him when he opens his mouth, and from this close he can see the corners of your eyes are red and you look like you’re about to cry. His heart drops, and Jeonghan can’t resist the urge to hug you, to touch you, but he can slow it down.

To his surprise, you let him wrap his arms around you, you hug him back too, slowly uncurling from your previous position. He maneuvers you until his back is against the armrest and you’re almost lying on top of him, clinging to him with desperation that matches his own.

“It’s okay, I’m here,” he whispers, tucking your head under his chin after he plants a kiss to your forehead.

“It’s not okay, because you’re here,” you counter. You have every right to be upset, he acknowledges, and he deserves this but it feels like someone is trying to crush his heart in their fist.

“I know, I’m so stupid,” he agrees, squeezing you a little tighter in hopes you won’t push him away again.

“Extremely stupid,” you hiss.

“Dumbest person alive~” he sing-songs and while you don’t laugh, you scoff and that’s alright for now. At least you’re not struggling to get out of his embrace.

He holds you tightly and when you don’t say anything more, Jeonghan starts humming the melody as softly as he can. His hand rubs circles over your back, soothing you until the tension melts from your body. He closes his eyes and gets a little lost in the feeling of holding you, chasing away the unpleasant memory of you fighting against him, of you shaking in fear in his hold. That’s something he doesn’t wanna experience again, much less so when he knows it was his own doing.

But then you start moving and you want him to let go of you - he can’t stop the quiet whine that spills from his lips. You pause and everything is still for a moment before you sigh.

“I just want to see you, Han,” you explain and pull away just enough to look at his face. He gives you an apologetic smile, adjusting his position so you’re both comfortable and he can keep holding you.

“I’m sorry,” he finally gets to apologize. He nearly melts when you shift in his arms just so you could put your forehead against his.

“I know you are,” you accept, “So I hope you won’t-”

“I won’t. I’m never doing it again, I promise,” he quickly reassures you, and the only thing that stops him from pulling you flush against his body again is your hand against his chest. You frown seeing how quickly he freezes.

“I just wanna see you when we talk,” you tell him again and he quickly agrees, settling against the pillows again. “I’m not leaving, Jeonghan.”

He nods with a sigh and brings one hand to your face, gently stroking your face. “I’m just really sorry I scared you so much. I didn’t mean to.”

“I know,” you press a kiss to his cheek, “Don’t beat yourself up over it.”

He hums, and you know he won’t listen to you, so you make a note to remind him again tomorrow. For now, you think you both just need some time. You talk some more, ask each other about your days, and when he starts getting too distracted, you snuggle closer to him under the excuse of being tired.

Nobody is as doting as Jeonghan, more so when he knows he has something to make up for. He cuddles you for a few more minutes, careful to keep you nice and warm, rubbing your arms and back and whispering in his soft voice. He helps you to bed, tucks you in and gets you anything you need - glass of water, a little snack if you get hungry during the night, he sets up your phone to be charged. But just one word from your lips and he’s under the covers with you, holding you again. When he promises to protect you, you know you’re as safe as you could ever be.

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nouverx · 1 year

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Ok but Vash trying to heal Meryl when she's not feeling well because plant in instincts is so CUTE! If you're still taking requests: Meryl holding his hands and touching foreheads with him whenever he's sad? And him doing the same for her? It'd be so cute! 💖

Sorry it took me so long to draw that one, really loves it I but wanted to make it justice so badly!!

(previous request for more context)

#trigun stampede #vash the stampede #meryl stryfe #vashmeryl #art request #trigun #im not happy with my drawings heeelp #I LOVE THE IDEA THAT VASH LIKES TO DO HEAD BUMPS WITH HUMANS TOO #like he cant communicate with humans thepatically like he does with plants but he still likes the closeness u know what I mean???#his plant brains goes brrrr when humans do this to him and I wont elaborate

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yxngbxkkie · 1 year

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mornings with chan ✨

we've got 5/8 done for the mornings with series 🤭 i really enjoy doing these. this is fun! this one's a tad bit more spicy than the others, so i hope you guys enjoy!

feedback is appreciated 💖

Voices outside the room you're sleeping in wakes you, a short groan slipping from your lips. You bring a hand to your face, tiredly rubbing it as you turn to lay on your side. Your eyes flutter open, and you thank God that you're in Chan's room.

"Fuck, my head," you quietly complain, squeezing your eyes shut. You shove your face into the pillow before inhaling the lingering scent of your best friend.

"I have water here for you," Chan's morning voice reaches your ears and a shiver runs down your spine.

You lift your head, finding his gaze already on you. "Hi," you whisper, feeling a bit shy suddenly.

He laughs and the dimples in his cheeks show. "Hi," Chan mumbles while bringing his hand to your waist.

A gasp leaves your lips as the cool touch of his rings shock you. Wait… You peek under the covers, and your eyes widen at the sight of your naked body. You begin to panic, pushing Chan's hand away from you before wrapping the blanket around yourself.

You expose your best friend's body in the process and you shut your eyes, giving him some privacy. "Chan, what the fuck did we do?!" You ask as your skin grows warm.

"Well, since we're both not wearing clothes it's safe to assume we slept together," he sighs, moving to lay on his back after covering his lower half with the top sheet.

Your heart pounds against your chest, memories of last night slowly flooding your brain. The blush on your cheeks darkens the more you think about it, remembering the way his lips felt on your body.

"Y/N," Chan whispers, capturing your attention. "Do you regret it?"

You shake your head without hesitation as your fingers grip the blanket. "N-No, of course not. I mean -" you cut yourself off, starting to ramble. "I've always thought about sleeping with you. Who hasn't? You're…"

Chan grins before shuffling closer to you, the words you're about to say die on your tongue. He closes the distance between the two of you, his lips connecting with yours.

Your gasp becomes muffled as the kiss gets more passionate. A shiver runs down your spine as his ring cladded fingers brush along your bare skin.

"C-Chan," you stutter his name, pulling away from him slightly. He follows your lips, pressing multiple kisses onto them. "Chan-"

"Shh," he cuts you off. You look up at him through your lashes as your fingers wrap around his wrist. "Just let me kiss you a little longer."

You don't say anything else as Chan moves to rest his back against the headboard. He gives you a look while patting his lap, signaling for you to sit on him.

You swallow thickly, feeling a bit shy as you keep the blanket at your chest. You find yourself straddling his lap, feeling his member against your core.

"I-I'm nervous," you giggle while Chan trails his fingers along your thighs.

"We literally had sex last night," he laughs, leaning forward to press a kiss on your collarbone.

You groan, resting your forehead against his shoulder. "Yeah, but I was drunk. That's when I'm most confident, Channie," you tell him.

He continues trailing kisses along your chest, bringing one of his hands to the blanket you're clutching. You blow out a breath of air as he lowers the blanket, exposing your chest.

"You're so pretty, you know that?" Chan asks, pulling back to look at you.

You nod your head while he hooks a finger under your jaw, bringing you closer. He places the most delicate kiss on your lips, and you run your hands along his chest.

"I could wake up to this every day and never get tired of it," he confesses, grabbing a hold of one of your hands. "Would you?"

"Get tired of it?" You ask for clarification, a giggle leaving your lips. "I could never get tired of you, Channie."

tagging: @thewxntersoldier @reddesert-healourblues @spacegirlstuff @moon0fthenight @foxinnie8

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blingblong55 · 6 months

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My Darling -Simon 'Ghost' Riley NSFW

^@ave661 mother fed me baby fever again...lover her though

Based on a request:

Heyyy!! How you doin?!... I hope you're doing well with every thing in your life and I with you the best so I wanted to ask about that kinktober thing👀 would you please write 5,21,22 for ghost?? (breeding, praise and after care I guess) I truly admire your writing(kicking my legs in the feet and screaming quietly😭😭😭) so I think that I don't need to talk about the scenario and I really need this😭💖 thank you~ _____ F!Reader, smut, MDNI, 18+, breeding!kink, praise, aftercare, P-in-V, unprotected!sex, established!relationship _____

A/N: I just know this man makes love to his little darling when he wants to be soft and cute with her...

"Oh, what a good girl," he grins as you take his cock in your mouth, he pushes himself deeper into your throat, your eyes teary as he keeps you there for a moment. "Look at me my love," he whispers. Your gaze on him, his cock making you gag and then he pulls your head back, and you gasp for air. "Oh, my darling, doing so good," he leans forward and kisses you. His big arms bring you up, carrying you to his bed. The way his arms wrapped around you so protectively, it made you want him more. He lays you down on the bed and kisses you, getting on top of you as his lips stay on you. His hands were on your delicate face, bodies intertwined.

You pull away from his kiss only to have him sit down on the bed and bring you onto his lap. "Simon-" He cuts you off and kisses the tip of your nose. His free hand is on your face as the other rests on your thigh. "Such a good girl," he chuckles when you let him move you around. "I regret telling you about my kinks," you nudge him. "Oh you don't," he grins and nuzzles into your neck. "Good girl~" he whispers. You can't help but blush. "Such a good little slut for me," his lips on your neck, kissing the same spot he had many times claimed as his favourite place.

Your chest to his, one of his hands supporting your back, the other making sure his cock was sliding into you. You look at him, eyes almost closing as his fat cock slips inside your tight cunt. You whimper, biting your lip down only to have his fingers pull on your lips. "C'mon, focus on me, R/N." His voice is so soft like a plea for you only to hear. As he kisses you, his arms wrap around your body, keeping it warm and comfortable. "I won't let go, just trust me." He reassures you when he sees how hesitant you are. His balls slapped against you with each of his thrusts. Your hands are on his shoulders, holding onto him.

His lips on you, never leaving them when in between kisses he whispers sweet nothings and promises for the future. His gaze is on you, a hand on your tummy when he whispers, "I'll pump you full of my kids." Another promise for the future. His fat cock parting your lips, you cry in pleasure and as he groans or grunts he kisses you. "You'll be so beautiful when you're all chubby with my babies, that beautiful belly of yours, carrying my kids," he kisses you again. Your body pressed against him tight. You, the key to his heaven. "I love you," he reminds you, his cock twitching as he paints your walls white. He moans, kisses your shoulder and lets his cum drip from you. You both panting, holding the other with care.

His forehead resting on yours, "God, you're such a beauty." Both of you catching your breath. He kisses your hands that rest on his chest. From your hand to your shoulder, he kissed and repeated in whispers, "I love you, I really love you," it was like a soft reminder of the words you so needed to believe. He kisses your neck and jaw, "To the moon and back," he whispers. You smile and brush your hands on his hair. He hums, "Hmm, just like that," he whispers and leans into your touch. He reaches for a towel and wipes the sweat, and tears from your pretty face. "I love you too, Simon," your stare so soft, so full of love for a man who swore no one would love him.

And he knew he knew best to trust the sweet melody of your voice when you spoke the words all poets died writing. His hands caressing your delicate face. Like all songs about real love, the struggles, the sex and the tears, he wandered to you like a bluebird to a princess, his princess. He lays you back down, massages your body and lays beside you. His eyes never leave you as for the first time in his life he made real love to the woman of his dreams. All other times, it was sex for what sex is, two people, one bed. The art of making love is magical, two lovers, one bed, two lips, two hearts and one home.

Your eyes closed as you sighed, sheets over both your bodies, he smiled, staring at the ceiling. A wish a young soldier made many moons ago, now coming true. "I love you," you repeat, an oath to the gods of the sun and moon. "I love you more," he whispers back, another oath to the gods of love and war. "My only girl," he holds you tight.

A/N: this is what happens when Niall Horan plays as I write smut...

Tags: @liyanahelena @simpxxslutxx @idkwtftitbh @sevvygirl1995 @actuallyhiswife @aghast-victorian-noble @linhkhanh97 @paracosmparadise @undercover-smutlover @idesofarch @magpiemoon6 @pseudophyllus @abeltesfayefangirl

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reidsweetener · 1 year

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Its 7am for me but literally all i can think about is Spencer going into work with bright pink kiss marks all over his neck bc bimbo!reader refused to let him go almost making him late and he didn’t realize she had already been wearing lipstick😭✨

spencer would be really confused as to why everybody's staring at him once he arrives— he knows he's a lil bit late, but the rest of the team was looking at him funny.

“that shade looks good on you, pretty boy.” morgan snickers, both jj and emily dissolving into a fit of giggles. whereas poor spencer just tilts his head, like a confused puppy bc why? what's so hilarious that's got even hotch to smile??

then eureka.. oh oh.. he touches his face automatically, garcia handing him a small mirror so he could check your handiwork.

kissmarks literally decorate his face— it's on his forehead, his cheeks, his nose and smeared on the contours of his lips.

you'd whined, and tearfully pouted when he had to untangle himself from your comfortable perch on the couch. throwing your arms around him, and begging him to stay with you longer; just a few more moments, you babble on his neck.

and he was so consumed by you, your fruity perfume, your warm and soft curves and soft lips pressing against his skin that his rationality left him. he had coaxed you gently, hands on the back of your neck, “i'm sorry, baby. i'll make it up to you later, i promise.”

“promise?” he nods, “pinky promise.”

you blink up at him trustingly, and he cups your cheeks, kissing you lovingly.💖💖💖

“it matches my complexion, thankyou very much.” he remarks evenly, sitting down on the swivel.

“alright, everyone settle down. i want all your attention,” hotch interrupts morgan's snarky reply, while emily dutifully hands spencer wet wipes.

#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x female reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid x bimbo!reader #spencer reid x bimbo reader #spencer reid x fem!reader

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wave2tyun · 3 months

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pillow talk

pairing: taehyun x reader

genre: suggestive?? it's nothing explicit but i wouldn't call it fluff either cause it's just a makeout sbdsbshd

summary: more taehyun brainrot (i'm insane.)

warnings: none<3

word count: 0.6k

a/n: here it is, just as promised!!!!😼😼💖 sorry if it seems like i've been spamming lately- i'm gonna go back to uni in less than a week so i'm kinda trying to make the most out of my free time until then sadbahjb cause i don't know how active i'll be after that :( also this is completely off topic but i JUST found out the game burger shop 3 has been released.........it's downloading right as i'm typing this.....guess i might be busy over the next few hours

his hands were all over you- coming from cradling your hips to stroking down the skin of your thighs, gently gripping the muscle as he further immersed himself in the feeling of your lips on his. he couldn’t get enough of it- having you tangled up in his sheets every night, with no other priority on his mind besides losing yourself in your warm embrace.

parting slightly, you lingered with your lips hanging open, still touching against his, yet not returning to closing the space.

“wanna go slow?”

taehyun’s eyes were still closed as he heavily exhaled, answering you.

“don’t be a tease, sweetheart”

but he waited patiently, caressing the curves of your hips, hair already a ruffled mess. your fingertips traced the outline of his lips slowly, in an almost tantalizing manner.

switching to lean in closer, you pressed a peck so quick it could barely be called a kiss before you nibbled on his lower lip, provoking him further with your tongue as you lightly brushed it over his lips, yet not turning to do anything more.

“just kiss me” he groaned, at which you let out a small laugh.

taehyun felt his cheeks go red, it wasn’t usual for him to act with such transparent greed. his desire was beginning to feel insatiable- it was a struggle to contain it.

“you’re too impatient-” you began to mutter, but taehyun reconnected his lips with yours, kissing you right through your words.

that tenderness of yours- it was such sweet agony feeling you touch him so slow, teasing the fiery longing burning within him. who would have thought that a mere two centimeters could be so maddening?

now that he had convinced you to give in again, he cupped your face, holding you close. his lips moved against yours in a slower rhythm than before, taking his time to feel you, to pleasure you, careful so that you wouldn’t pull away again and leave him hot and heavy chasing after you. he turned further into a mess the more you bit his lips, the more your tongue glided past his, the more he felt the heat of your mouth.

out of breath, you pressed your forehead to his for a few moments before moving to graze his jawline with your lips. you dipped your head down to reach his neck, all while your left hand caressed the skin along his nape, switching between lightly scratching with your nails against his scalp, and tugging at his hair.

the more you nipped at his neck, the more he felt himself becoming slightly feverish; low hums and soft praises escaping whenever you took your time biting down a certain spot.

“fuck- do that again” the words escaped in a mellow tone.

“do you like it?” you asked teasingly, pausing your movements.

“don’t stop” he pleaded urgently. it’s not just that he wanted more- he needed more. he needed to feel you closer, to feel the heat from your lips completely coating his body, settling and nibbling on his bare skin.

“keep going, baby” he urged you on.

his chest heaved underneath you, and you could feel his heart thump in expectation. he couldn’t just stay still, his fingers were brushing over the expanse of your back, roaming around your shoulder blades then down your spine, and coming to settle on your waist underneath your shirt. in a mixture of desire and anticipation, he threw his hair back, releasing a soft sigh- no matter how much your lips brushed over his, no matter how many times you explored his body, he could never cease craving more of your touch.

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sethsclearwater · 7 months

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Could you do a fic for Paul in which reader never has been in a healthy relationship so now she's getting used to the gentleness that comes with our boy Paul. How do you think he would be with her?

Btw I love all your fics💖

thank you!! 🥺🤍

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you were woken up by your imprinter's warm touch on your arm, gently squeezing the muscle to wake you up, "hey princess," paul murmured, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your temple.

you let out a soft groan, blearily knuckling at your eyes to wake yourself up a bit more, "need you to get up for me real quick," he said softly and you frowned, not sure what he meant as you rolled over onto your other side so you were facing him.

despite the fact that it was clearly still the middle of the night based on the darkness in your room, you were able to make out his features, "'s wrong?" you asked softly, still trying to knock the fatigue out of your system as you asked your question.

paul offered you a soft smile, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, "you jus' started your period is all," he explained and you frowned, looking down to see that there was a small blood stain on the sheets from when you must've started your period earlier in the night.

"oh i'm sorry-" you murmured, quickly sitting up so you could change the sheets for him but paul stopped you, sliding his hand over your hip so he could gently tug you back down.

"'s not your fault," paul reassured, "i think i have some tampons in the bathroom somewhere if you want one," he added and you slowly nodded, blushing as you peeked up at him.

in your previous relationship, your ex was beyond disgusted with you when you bled through the sheets, making you clean everything up while he went to go sleep on the couch. so paul having the complete opposite attitude was a welcome surprise to say the least.

"thank you," you whispered after a moment of processing his words and paul just offered you a smile, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your lips.

he offered your hip a soft squeeze before he was getting back up and you followed shortly after, letting out a quiet whimper when you felt the all too familiar cramps begin to plague your abdomen.

"cramps?" he asked softly as he came around the bed to squat in front of you, taking your hands into his while he waited for your response.

you nodded, closing your eyes to take a few deep breaths while you waited for them to subside enough for you to get up. after a moment, you opened your eyes again and paul gently squeezed your hands, "i should have some midol in the bathroom if you want to take that," he suggested and you nodded, taking your hands out of his so you could wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a tight hug.

paul just let out a breathy laugh, hugging you back, "you're doing great princess," he reassured, pressing a kiss to your temple before you gently released your grip on him so he could slide his hands down to rest on your thighs.

"you wanna get some new pajamas and i'll go find the midol?" he asked, standing back up when you nodded and taking your hands into his so he could help you up.

while you grabbed a pad out of your bag and got changed into a fresh pair of pajamas, paul went into the bathroom on a hunt for the spare midol he apparently kept lying around.

you padded over to the bathroom after a moment, the light from the bathroom taking you a moment to adjust to before you saw paul pulling out a box of the infamous midol from the cabinet.

he looked over his shoulder when he saw you, offering you a small smile when he saw how shy you looked despite the fact that you two had been dating for nearly 6 months now. you slid your hands around your waist in a weak attempt to dull the cramps in your abdomen.

"here you go," he said softly, handing you one of the midol pills and your hydroflask that you lugged around with you everywhere. you offered him a small smile, taking the pill and swallowing it with a sip of water, "why don't you go lay down in the living room for a little bit while i get the sheets in the washer?" he asked, smiling as you stepped closer to him so you could rest your head against his chest and wrap your arms around his waist.

he kissed the crown of your head, gladly hugging you back. the two of you stood there for a few moments, just relaxing in each other's embrace before you felt your cramps flaring up again and realized you needed to lay back down.

as you let out a quiet whimper, paul slid his hands down to your lower back, gently kneading at the muscles there for a moment before he was releasing his grip on you so you could head into the living room.

while you went and laid down on the pullout couch in the living room, paul quickly got the sheets off the bed and into the washing machine.

when he came into the living room, he let out a quiet laugh to himself when he saw you already sleeping on the pullout couch with your favorite blanket thrown haphazardly across your figure.

he quickly got onto the bed with you, the squeaking from the mattress waking you back up just enough to roll over so you were curled into his chest.

#paul lahote #paul lahote x reader #paul lahote imagine #paul lahote blurb #paul lahote fluff #twilight #the twilight saga #twilight imagine #twilight wolves #twilight wolfpack #twilight wolves imagine #imagine #blurb #fluff

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