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webslinger-holland · 25 days ago

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I had an idea of a cute prompt, where the reader can’t swim, and so Bob teaches them how to?

I adore your writing so much, btw!

The Deep End | Bob Reynolds from Thunderbolts*

Summary: Bob eagerly offers to teach swim lessons, helping get over some fears and building trust with the reader.

Warning: reader has a fear of water/fear of drowning (undisclosed trauma), Walker kinda acts like a jerk, Bob being so wholesome that he needs his own warning ;)

Pairing: Bob Reynolds x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Type: A lovely request

The installation of a swimming pool was one of the best renovations for the Watchtower. Having it outside on an overlook balcony ended up doubling the construction time and the overall cost, but money wasn't a problem for Valentine. The pool was supposed to be a "training utility" used for combat simulations, underwater operations, and breath-control training.

When in reality, once it was complete, it was really only being used as a pool for leisure. More often than not, Bucky, Walker, and Bob spent their time swimming around or playing water themed sports together. Alexei was the one who spent the most time in the pool and just loved the luxury of it. Yelena and Ava sometimes found themselves in the water, but they often opted to lounge around the lawn chairs in the sun.

And then there was her. The one who almost never got into the water.

Even if she did get in, Y/n only wanted to get her feet wet and never came to the pool wearing a swimsuit. Walker once joked that she didn't own one and Yelena offered one of hers to borrow, but Y/n politely declined.

One hot summer afternoon, the team decided to spend some much needed time relaxing by the pool. The girls, adorned in their own suits, lay on the chairs with sunglasses over their eyes. The boys, wearing their trunks, tossed one of those foam footballs back and forth and treaded water easily.

The glass door leading out to the balcony slid open. Hearing the door, Bob turned his head and looked towards Y/n who was making her way out in a simple white shirt and jean shorts. He lost focus for a second and only hearing his name snapped him out of the trance.

"Come to join us?" Yelena asked with a small smile.

"Mhmm," Y/n nodded and gingerly sat down near the end of the pool. She dipped her feet into the cold water and gripped the edge, leaning forward to watch the boys mess around.

"Stand back! I will now show you what true Soviet athleticism looks like!” Alexei announced loudly and charged towards the pool, jumping high and cannonballing into the water.

His impact on the water sent it flying in all directions, causing Bucky and Walker to turn their heads away. A few drops phased through Ava on the lounge chair. And Yelena yelled at him in Russian for getting her wet.

Bob, sparing another glance, caught the way Y/n's lips tugged into a soft smile. The sound of her gentle laughter caused his heart to skip a beat. All of the sudden, without warning, Y/n lifted her head and looked directly at him.

His breath caught in the back of his throat and he quickly plugged his nose to submerge under the water, hiding from her gaze. He mentally cursed himself, but couldn't prepare for what happened next.

Because Alexei swam right under him and rose up to that Bob sat on top of his shoulders. Emerging out of the water, Bob tried to steady himself and Alexei held onto his legs.

"I challenge the two super soldiers to a classic game of chicken," Alexei stated. "A true contest of brains, masculinity, and strength!"

"So you chose Bob as your partner?" Walker snickered and Bob turned red from embarrassment.

"You underestimate him; that's good." Alexei smirked competitively.

"What are we twelve?" Bucky asked with his hands on his hips.

"Y-Yeah, I'm really not good at this game," Bob tried to reason, but he was still stuck on Alexei's shoulders.

"One round," Alexei pleaded with Bucky and Walker. They shared a quick look and reluctantly accepted the challenge.

Not two minutes later, Bucky was sitting on top of Walker's shoulders. The pairs neared the center of the pool, circling like two predators about to fight. A tangle of limbs, grunting, and competitive yelling filled the air.

Walker shouted, “Stabilize, Barnes!”

Alexei bellowed in Russian.

Only a second later, the four of them went underwater with there being no clear winner. When they surfaced, each of them wiped the water and hair out of their eyes. Bob sputtered some water.

"That was great entertainment," Yelena clapped sarcastically. "For about the two seconds it lasted."

"You play like a bunch of girls," Ava added.

"We do not," Walker rolled his eyes. He padded over to the ladder and climbed out, followed by the other three.

"Yeah, I'd like to see you girls play a round or two." Bucky smirked and passed some towels out.

"No thanks," Yelena shook her head. "I enjoy being in the sun and staying dry."

"Same here," Ava raised her ice cold drink in agreement.

Being the last one, all eyes fell to the one who sat near the edge of the pool staring into the water. She glanced over her shoulder and found them all staring at her expectantly. She quickly scrambled to her feet and shook her head in denial.

"N-No, I don't really want to play." Y/n failed to come up with a good excuse.

"Have you ever gotten in the pool?" Walker asked half jokingly and Y/n made a point to avoid his gaze.

"I-I'm just going to go inside. Getting kinda hot out here," Y/n tried to brush them off. She went to walk past them, trying her hardest to avoid staring at them without their shirts on and dripping wet.

"What better way than to cool off in the pool," Walker joked smugly.

Before she could answer, Walker shoved her from behind playfully, but forcefully—straight into the center of the pool. She wasn't given much time to react.

"JOHN!" Y/n breathed a shocked gasp as she fell directly into the pool with a heavy splash.

She didn't scream; she just sank.

The weightless water distorted her sense of direction. There was no bottom and there was no top of the pool. She flailed her arms so violently that they began to burn and grow weak. The bubbles slipped further into her mouth and filled her lungs painfully.

Above the surface, a few seconds of laughter echoed through the air. The only one who didn't laugh was Bob whose eyes were fixed on the spot where she fell into the water. After a couple seconds without reemerging, the laughter died out and everyone went quiet.

"Shit," Bucky cursed to himself and Bob leapt into action.

Without a second thought, Bob dove directly into the water and swam towards the limp body. He came up out of the water with her in his arms, ignoring the wet locks of hair that stuck to his face and the water that dribbled down his chin.

Having come up, Y/n coughed to expel the water that filled her lungs. She half-heartedly smeared the hair out of her face and her eyes burned from the chlorine. She clung to Bob desperately, fearing letting go and loosing herself to the water again.

He swam the both of them towards the edge of the pool, helping her onto the concrete surface and having the others bring her to safety. But John stood at a safe distance and felt a wave of guilt wash over him.

Trying to regain a sense of her surroundings, Y/n tried to calm herself down. She coughed violently, still choking on water; her eyes wide with panic. And Yelena was the first to kneel beside her.

"You’re alright. You’re safe.” She reassured her.

Then Alexei awkwardly came up beside them, draping a sun-warmed towel around her shoulders. Yelena tenderly brushed away some of the wet hair that stuck to her face.

From the way her body was reacting, practically trembling out of shock and utter fear, all of them knew there was some underlying trauma with being in water. They sent each other all-knowing glances; an unspoken look of understanding being communicated amongst them.

"Easy. You’re alright. Deep breaths.” Bucky encouraged with a smile, kneeling beside her and helping her rise to her feet.

"Come on," Yelena came to stand beside her and wrapped her arm around her shoulder. "Let's go inside for now."

"We'll get you out of these wet clothes," Ava smiled and joined the other side.

All three girls began to walk back towards the sliding door; Ava and Yelena throwing a quick glance over their shoulders towards the boys who stood about awkwardly. The door closed behind them and they ushered her towards her bedroom.

By the time Y/n reached her bedroom, the tears had begun running down her face. She tried to sniffle up her tears to no avail, thinking her reaction was plain stupid and she was just showing weakness. The door closed behind them and the walls came down.

"I-I am sorry. This is so stupid," Y/n half cried and half laughed.

"It's not stupid," Ava shook her head. "It's very human actually."

"Walker was way out of line," Yelena insisted with a shake of the head.

"Not knowing how to swim at my age," Y/n scoffed and nervously fiddled with the edge of her towel. She tossed it off her shoulders in slight frustration, proceeding to shed the wet clothes from her body because she just hated the feeling. "Being scared of water," Y/n spoke angrily more to herself.

Rifling through her drawers to find new clothes, Y/n tugged them over her body and pulled the wet hair from under her shirt collar. She smoothed her hands over her shirt as if trying to brush the entire experience away.

"You know..." Yelena tested the waters by stepping forward. "It's never to late to learn."

"What?" Y/n asked with furrowed brows.

"To swim," Yelena extended and Y/n's face went pale. "Nobody would judge you— "

"I-I don't know," Y/n lowered her gaze to stare down at the floor, suddenly feeling nervous and anxious about the idea of trying something new.

All of the sudden, there was a soft knocking sound that came from the door. She brushed past the others and grabbed the door handle, opening the door to reveal Bob standing there. Her breath caught in the back of her throat because...

Bob was still dripping wet from the pool and was still not wearing a shirt (just his swim trunks). He stood there panting like he was still trying to recover his breath from the dive, sending a brief smile at the sight of her standing there. His hair clung to his forehead and a few drops dripped down the sides of his face.

"H-Hi," Bob waved awkwardly. He tried to wipe some water out of his eyes; his hand blindly searching for the doorframe for balance. "Ho-How are you doing? Everything okay?"

"Uh, yeah. I-I'm fine," Y/n said. She crossed her arms over her chest and she coiled deeper into her own body. She avoided his gaze with expertise, trying to hide the evident blush on her face.

"We were just discussing the idea of teaching Y/n how to swim," Yelena spoke from behind her, sounding rather excited to bring up the idea to Bob. His brows shot up in surprise.

"Oh. Really?" Bob asked. He looked down at her for confirmation.

"Yeah. But I don't really know if—" Y/n began only to be cut off.

"I could teach you," Bob volunteered without hesitation and Y/n's head snapped towards him.

"You would?" Y/n's voice squeaked out in surprise.

"Sure," Bob shrugged.

During the team's next mission, Bob and Y/n stayed behind at the tower. They scheduled a time to meet out on the balcony by the pool where it would just be the two of them. So now, Y/n stood at the pool’s edge in a black fitted tank and shorts, hair pulled back, arms folded tight. She still hesitated before entering, but it was less about fear now—more about memory.

And Bob was already in the water. He looked up at her with a patient smile.

“No pressure,” Bob said. “Just you, me, and the water.”

He offered his hand as a sort of invitation and she trusted him enough to take that leap of faith into a genuine fear of hers. She stepped into the water.

The first initial moments felt like her heart was going to leap out of her chest, her lungs would collapse, and the tightening feeling in her stomach only got worse. That was until Bob drew her closer by wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into his chest.

Their proximity left both of them feeling a little flushed. Noses nearly brushing together and skin pressed against skin. She didn't even realize that he was slowly walking backwards so the water rose just past their chests.

"Do you trust me?" Bob wondered. His eyes briefly darted down to her lips.

"Yes," Y/n whispered.

With a gentle push off, Bob proceeded to swim backwards with Y/n's weight of her body resting on the majority of him. She clung to him like to lifeline, truly terrified to let go at first. But he kept her afloat, above the water line and away from her fear.

After some time, Bob suggested having her lean back. He calmly supported her back with one hand. He watched her face for any signs that would tell him it was too much.

"Breathe in,” Bob kept his voice calm “Fill your lungs. They’re like built-in floaties.”

She laughed under her breath, nervous and still clinging tightly onto the edge of the pool. The water lapped at her sides gently.

“Now lean back. I’ve got you. Trust me.”

She did, only to quickly catch herself like she felt herself falling.

"Nope! Nope," Y/n scrambled into an upright position and clung desperately onto the edge again.

"It's alright," Bob reassured her, not pressing. "Take your time."

Glancing at him, Y/n took a deep breathe and closed her eyes. She leaned back again, this time, fully trusting him. Her body stretched out across the surface of the water, tense at first—then easing, just a little, as she felt the subtle lift of buoyancy under her spine.

Bob didn’t let go, not yet. He smiled at how peaceful she looked.

“You’re doing it,” Bob murmured. It was the first small victory.

Each day, they spent anywhere from thirty minutes to an hour practicing swimming in the pool. He first wanted her to work on floating to develop the trust that the water could hold her. Then she practiced kicking off the side herself and towards his open arms. And Bob didn't move, just watched—hands ready, but not needed.

A few weeks had gone by when she made it from one end of the pool to the other by herself. She padded her way over to him, sending him a look of surprise.

“You didn’t catch me,” Y/n observed, knowing that was what he normally did.

“You didn’t need me to.” Bob smiled back.

One of the most nerving lessons involved jumping into the water and allowing her head to submerge under the water. She stood frozen at the edge of the pool, peering down into the depths with uncertainty in her eyes. And there Bob was, just looking up at her and waiting patiently.

"You can do this," Bob nodded reassuringly.

"I--I don't know if I can," Y/n insisted with a firm shake of the head. She took a step back, but he moved forward.

"I'll catch you," Bob called. He opened his arms to her. "I promise you."

She closed her eyes, took a single deep breath through her nose, and leaped into the water. The water swallowed her up and the bubbles around her rose rapidly to the surface.

The water rushed up to meet her, cold and clear. She opened her eyes beneath the surface. It wasn’t blurry. It wasn’t loud. It was quiet. Peaceful. And she didn’t panic.

Her feet brushed the bottom. Her body rose again.

When she broke the surface, hair slicked back, breath rushing, she looked for him immediately. He was right there for her; his eyes were shining.

“Y/n” Bob breathed, moving closer.

“I did it,” Y/n said, half-laugh, half-sob. “I dunked my head.”

“You did it.” Bob was so proud of her.

Gleefully, Y/n launched herself at him—arms around his neck, face buried in his shoulder. He held her there, weightless in his arms. The fear was no longer there, only the trust they'd built for one another. Both of them, in their own way, keeping the other from drowning themselves.

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bambiihee · 3 months ago

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SPRING BREAKERS༚ ── y.jw

on the pier, by the lake, jungwon wants to make this spring break one you’ll never forget.

▸ PAIRING༚ 양정원 x fem!reader ▸ WC༚ 0. 6 k ▸ GENRE༚ straight filthy smut, pwp ▸ WARNINGS༚ NSFW, MDNI! public sex, exhibitionism, slight dubcon (jungwon tells her to make him stop and she doesnt), dirty talk, dom!jungwon, vaginal fingering, teasing, breast play

[ note༚ ] part one of fifteen for my 500 followers event! doing the prompts out of order >_<

When Jungwon had told you that his friends had planned an afternoon trip to the lake, a week into spring break when the weather was the warmest, you had begged to go with him. You hadn’t spent a day at the lakeshore since you were young, and all of his friend’s girlfriends were coming, so it was only fair if you got to tag along as well.

But now, sat in Jungwon’s lap on the pier, his hands growing bolder and bolder as he slips his fingers underneath your bikini strings, you wish you had stayed behind.

All of his friends are out in the water, too caught up in each other to pay attention to the two of you perched on the rickety wooden dock— you watch them like a hawk, praying to whatever god will listen that none of them take a passing glance over their shoulder.

“Jungwon!” you hiss, though it sounds more like a whimper. “We can’t do this here!”

He just hums, tugging playfully at the straps to watch them snap back against your skin. The tie threatens to give way with every teasing motion, your bikini top falling open and your breasts spilling out for everyone to see. The thought horrifies you, and so does the feeling of something hot and heavy swirling in your gut.

“Do what?” Jungwon asks innocently, venturing down your chest to cup your tits. He gropes and kneads them, pushes them together just to pull them apart, twists at your hardening nipples through the fabric of your bikini. You slap a hand over your mouth to keep from moaning aloud, somehow feeling even more sensitive than usual, every touch sending sparks of desire through your core.

Jungwon’s touch is ravenous, rough and greedy and so fucking obvious as if you were back at home and not sitting in public. in broad daylight. with all of his friends around.

“That! We can’t, not here!” you try to wiggle out of his grip, but you only manage to rub up against the growing bulge in Jungwon’s swim trunks. He’s already half hard, you realize with a gasp— the fabric of your swimsuits are thin enough that you can feel very ridge and vein of him, slotted between your asscheeks and straining up against you needily. The soft grunt Jungwon lets out in your ear goes straight to your pussy, dripping slick and clenching around nothing in record time. “Won, please, they’ll see—“

“What if I want them to?” he purrs, his whispered confession shocking you into silence. Slowly, his hand leaves your breast to trail down your belly, fingertips like fire as they caress your skin. The tip of his middle finger comes in contact with your clit, the littlest ghost of a touch that makes you jolt and mewl. Your reaction makes him chuckle, and he slides his fingers farther, traces the outline of your slit through your bottoms. “Fuck, you’re already so wet for me. You sure you don’t want it too, baby? I could make you feel so good, just slide your bikini bottoms to the side and make you cum on my fingers— make you cum so hard you don’t care if anyone notices.”

“Wonnie…” you warble weakly, your defenses cracking as Jungwon starts to peel your soaked bottoms from where they’ve stuck themselves to your core.

“Tell me to stop. Tell me to stop and I will.” Two long, bony fingers prod at your weeping entrance, the bump Jungwon’s hand makes in the flimsy fabric obscene. You hiccup and roll your hips, unable to stop yourself from seeking his touch.

You don’t tell him to stop. You can’t even form words.

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mariasont · 3 months ago

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pearls and other happy accidents

spencer spends the afternoon holding shells and enduring your sweet torture

pairing: spencer reid x bimbo!reader warnings: fem!reader, bimbo!reader, spencer being the most patient bf ever, reader making suggestive jokes, suggestive-ish ending prompt: here wc: 0.6k

Spencer cocks his head, eyes tracing your figure as you sift through the shore with earnest determination, sand sticking messily to your manicured fingertips.

You’d agonized endlessly over your swimsuit selection, consulting him repeatedly for opinions he knew you’d disregard anyway, yet the resulting ensemble (completed with color-coordinated anklet, bracelet, and claw clip) undeniably makes the ordeal worthwhile.

And sure, perhaps his lingering attention on your ass is not exactly intellectual, but he decides it’s permissible — purely observational, of course.

“Spencer, babe, look how pretty!”

Your fingers wiggle expectantly behind you, already certain he’ll handle the precious cargo.

Spencer dutifully accepts the offering, eyes flicking downward to inspect what appears to be little more than a battered shell fragment.

He nearly chuckles to himself, but tenderness wins out as he murmurs gently, “Yeah, angel, very pretty.”

He balances the newest treasure precariously atop the mound of sand and miscellaneous beach finds already overflowing from his left palm.

“You know, most of these shells are calcium carbonate — the same stuff pearls are made of. Not that we’ll find any pearls today, but,” he smiles, clearly entertained by your fascinated expression, “I suppose your collection is pretty valuable regardless.”

You peer up at him with wide eyes, a thin sheen of sand glittering across your face and tangled in your hair as if you’ve become part of the beach yourself.

“Wait, so, like, does that mean shells are pearls, or pearls are shells?”

Spencer nearly laughs aloud, his heart helplessly melting as he wonders how exactly he ended up falling in love with you all over again on a random beach.

Crouching beside you, he reaches forward and sweeps a gentle hand over your cheek, amused by the way sand sticks stubbornly to it.

“Well, they’re related, but not exactly the same,” he answers. “Pearls form inside the shells, kind of like a happy accident.” He pauses, eyes crinkling at the corners. “So, technically, your shells could’ve had pearls.”

He doesn’t mention, of course, that pearls aren’t really happy accidents at all — more like desperate attempts to shield themselves from pain.

When a grain of sand or parasite irritates them, mollusks secrete layer after layer of nacre, tirelessly covering the discomfort.

Spencer knows that sometimes beauty comes from suffering, though he’s certainly not about to burden you with the heavier side of biology — not when you’re smiling at him like the sun itself decided to visit the shore.

“Hmm,” you hum vaguely, fingertips tunneling deeper into the damp sand. “So my shells are almost pearls.”

“Maybe almost.” His brow furrows as he spots your slightly reddened knees — raw from hours in gritty sand. “Angel, your knees look like they’re taking a beating. Maybe it’s time to sit up for a bit?”

Your lips twitch into a flirty grin, eyes sparkling with barely concealed delight. “Is that your way of telling me you wanna be responsible for the state of my knees?”

Spencer nearly chokes on hair, eyes darting anxiously around the beach as if expecting judgmental seagulls or scandalized crabs to overhear. “You — seriously, you can’t just say stuff like that in public.”

Rolling your eyes, you stand, brushing your palms together to dislodge the sand sticking there.

“Okay, okay, I’ll behave,” you promise. “You ready to head back? I bet we can find something else to do.”

Spencer knows exactly what you’re suggesting — your subtlety has never been your strong suit, but frankly, it’s one of his favorite things about you.

He watches you walk ahead, smiling to himself as he trails behind, hands still full of your beach treasures. Perhaps it’s fitting, he muses, that pearls only exist because of persistent irritation.

After all, you’ve certainly mastered the art of sweet torture. Beauty from suffering, indeed, and Spencer is more than willing to endure a little discomfort, as long as you’re the one responsible.

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ferrarifever · 7 months ago

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hawaiian heat | c. leclerc

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader

summary: you and charles go out clubbing while on vacation in hawaii, but he isn’t a fan of the attention his girl is getting

warnings: jealous! & possessive!charles, extremely light choking, oral (m receiving), fingering (f receiving), unprotected p in v

wc: 2.7k

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author’s note: hi! this is my first fic so i'd really appreciate feedback! (also i'm scared this will flop lol). also requests are open or if anyone has prompt/headcanon ideas hmu because i’m always looking for (and need) inspo (and also mutuals because i’m new around here!) - stella♡

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leading up to takeoff, you spent weeks making sure everything was perfectly prepared. you made sure to pack all your best swimsuits, your nicest outfits, and your finest jewelry. the opportunity to spend this much uninterrupted time with charles was rare, so you were determined to make the most of it.

filled with anticipation, the flight from monaco to maui felt like an eternity. you tried to downplay your excitement, but your plan completely failed once you arrived at the most picturesque villa you’ve seen in your life. it was the type you’d only seen online, and the reality you were staying there with the love of your life felt like a dream come true.

stepping out on the balcony of your room, you couldn’t believe this wasn’t a dream. so entranced by the sounds of the waves crashing against the shore, you failed to hear charles joining you. you felt his arms, already warm from the maui sun wrap around your waist. he began pressing feather-light kisses into your neck,

“i can’t believe we’re finally here. i can’t wait to spend the week with you chéri” he whispered in between kisses

you momentarily turned your back to the water to face charles. resting a hand on his chest, you whispered back “i can already tell i’m not going to want to leave”

you lightly press against his chest, leading both of you back in your shared room. placing his hand over yours, charles fell back gently on the bed, pulling you on top of him. you align yourself with the monegasque, feeling him begin to press his hips into yours. you felt his hand grip your cheek, pulling your lips to his. feeling charles hands migrate to the bottom of your shirt, you knew the rush of heat that flooded your body could not be attributed to the hawaiian climate. fighting your desire, you attempt to pull away

“baby–” you mumble against his lips, trying to pull him out of his trance of desire.

“charles– c’mon baby i have to start getting ready” running your hands up his body, you push your hands against his shoulders to force yourself off of the driver. he did not hold back his displeasure, groaning and falling back into the mattress.

“the sooner we leave the quicker we can come back, love!” you yell back towards charles, while making your way toward the bathroom to get ready. dedicated to your goal of making the most of the trip, you picked your favorite dress out of your suitcase. might as well kick the trip off with a bang, right?

you pulled every trick in the book. you did your makeup to make your eyes pop. you styled your hair in the way you knew charles loved. the jewelry you put on was flashy, but not tacky. before slipping on your favorite dress, you put on charles’ favorite ferrari red lingerie set. the lace hugged your curves perfectly, giving you a perfect boost of confidence before going out. you slipped on a maroon satin mini dress, leaving little for the imagination. you knew you looked good, and anyone else you come across will know too.

after giving yourself a onceover, you stepped into your favorite pair of louboutins. you walked out of the bathroom, the clicking of your heels drawing charles attention away from his phone and up to you. he gasped quietly, sucking in air while biting his bottom lip.

“holy shit y/n– there’s no way we’re leaving this room” he choked out.

you giggled at your boyfriends awe before replying; “as amazing as that sounds, you know we would never hear the end of it if we’re late”

charles pulls himself off the bed, meeting you halfway. he gently pushes you up against the doorframe of the bathroom

“let them talk baby–they’ll get it once they see this dress” he says quickly before kissing you passionately

cutting him off before things get too heated, you push him away; “charles, seriously, lets not give them a reason to make fun of us on day one. we’ll regret it i promise”

charles groans dramatically, knowing you’re right but not wanting to admit to it. you grab your purse off your nightstand and give yourself one last look in the mirror before turning back to charles to ask; “ready?”

charles pauses for a moment, deciding whether or not to put up one last fight. he ultimately replies “ready,” before holding out his hand for you to grab.

you make it to the club with perfect timing, meeting up with the other drivers and their partners. charles politely greets the other drivers and with just a single glance at your outfit the other girls give you a knowing look.

as the drinks started flowing, you knew this was going to be a memorable night (if you can remember it in the morning). with enough liquor in your system, you joined the dancefloor with the other wives and girlfriends, while charles hung back in a booth.

you knew that when you learned over the bar to get another drink you were giving everyone a peak at the lacy set under your dress. with every sway of your hips, the skit of your dress rose higher and higher up your hips. you were having the time of your life, failing to realize that you were driving charles insane. you momentarily locked eyes across the room, and while you flashed a smile, charles lowered his eyebrows in dismay. as you turned back towards the dancefloor you felt charles’ arms wrap tightly around your waist

“i think you have had enough dancing for the night, hmm?” charles whispered into your eye

“baby c’mon…the night is just beginning!” you giggle back

“the fun will begin once we get out of here…it’s time to go” charles growls into your ear. your desire to fight back died as soon as you saw the passion in his eyes. a wave of heat flushed through your body, and you allowed the driver to grab your wrist and pull you out of the darkly lit club.

the uber ride back to the hotel was tense. as charles hand slipped higher and higher up your thigh, you had to use all of your will to not climb onto him in the backseat. as soon as the car shifted into park, charles was pulling you out of the seat and up to your room.

as soon as you heard the door shut behind you, charles pushed you back against it. alternating running his hand along the bottom of your dress and pinch the fabric, charles growled out

“you happy now? finally getting the attention you clearly desperately wanted in this dress?” his words sparked heat in your core and you failed to muster any reply, simply whimpering in response.

“mmhm? now that it’s just us, my bébé is shy?” he questioned. his hand finally migrated up your thigh to where you really needed him. he snapped the elastic of your thong against your core, continuing his teasing.

“charles…please…” you continued to whine. you knew you sounded pathetic, but your need continued to build in a way that led you to not think clearly.

as soon as the ‘please’ left your mouth, you felt charles remove his hand from up your dress and placed it carefully around your neck. he bent his knee between your thighs, holding you up against the door.

“you know bébé–if you asked that sweetly before we left i may be nicer right now. instead, you thought teasing me in front of the boys would end better for you. so right now i’m going to remind you that you’re mine and only mine.” he growled into your ear before migrating lower and lightly biting at your neck.

“i’m sorry” you apologized with a light smirk. making charles jealous was never your priority, but if it happened along the way you were going to enjoy the ride.

“prove it then” he snapped back. he increased pressure on your neck, slowly pushing you down until you dropped to your knees. you looked up at him, giving him the most seductive eyes you could muster. he bit down on his lip in return, not wanting to praise you just yet. he nodded down at you, giving you silent permission to continue. you slowly unbutton his jeans. you know continuing to tease him is a dangerous game, but you know secretly charles likes it when you take your time with him.

you tug at his jeans, pulling his boxers down with them. his hard length bounces, hitting his abs. you take the opportunity to lick a long lick from the base to head of his length before taking his sensitive tip in your mouth. charles groans, throwing his head back as you take him deeper and deeper down your throat.

as your eyes begin to water, charles stretches out his arms before pressing his palm against the door to balance himself. the warmth of your mouth felt like heaven and he was doing everything in his power to ground himself.

your hands migrate to the back of his thighs, pulling him into you to take him even deeper into your mouth. you continue flicking your tongue below his tip, drawing obscene noises out of the driver.

he is able to center himself enough to look down and make eye contact with you. he quickly realizes he made a mistake, using your hair to divide the two of you.

“i’m not finishing down your pretty mouth tonight, cherí,” charles groans. just as you start processing his words, charles is pulling you off the floor and towards the bed. before either of you hit the mattress, charles is unzipping your dress. as the satin dress falls to the floor, your lace-clad body is presented to the monegasque. after taking in the sight before him, charles lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding

“mon ange” he says, gasping for breath. once you’re face-to-face you give him a quick peck on the lips before whispering in his ear “use me baby, i’m yours.”

charles pushes you back first onto the bed. he pauses for a moment to take in the view in front of him. still clad in lace with your heels, lips swollen, eyeliner running, hair tousled…you were a dream come true. he can’t hold back for long before collapsing on top of you. you pick yourself lightly off the mattress, leaving just enough space for you to unclasp your bra. as soon as you pull the red lace off your body, charles is attacking your skin with his lips.

he runs his hands down your torso before looping his fingers into the waistband of your panties. he finally pulls them off after what felt like an eternity. his hands graze your thighs before making their way back to your core. he slowly runs a single finger where you needed him most.

“you're already so wet for me, bébé. no need to even prepare you, huh?” he says with a dry laugh. you didn't find it as funny, whining in return

“charles– please i need you so bad” you plead. he takes pity on you, sinking his middle finger into you. you moan slightly, you need for his touch your body had been begging for began to subside.

he continues pushing his middle finger in and out of you at what can only be considered a painstakingly slow pace. you continue your whining and muffled pleads, knowing it won’t do much at the moment

“who does this pussy belong to? hmm?” the speed of his words is a complete juxtaposition of his pace inside you.

“yours charles, yours!” you exclaim, “please do anything baby” you whine out. he was clearly not completely satisfied, but he took enough pity on you to move his thumb up towards your throbbing clit. the minute his thumb made contact with your throbbing bundle of nerves, you arched your back off the mattress. you attempted to moan out charles name, and although his title may not have been clear, your pleasure was.

as he began slowly rubbing circles on your clit, he added another finger inside you. you did not realize how deep the need inside of you was until this moment. you had no clue what to do with your body, alternating between gripping the sheets and running your hands through charles hair.

“now cherí, i’m going to be good to you today and let you get off on my fingers, you know why?” he questioned you, while quickening his trusting pace inside you.

you attempted an answer, but the fear of giving the wrong response and overwhelming pleasure led it to be incomprehensible. charles laughed slightly before filling you in,

“because i’m the only one who can make you feel this way bébé. none of the boys at that club would be able to make you feel this good with just his fingers” he announced. you nodded your head rapidly,

“only you baby–” you repeated like a mantra as you fell over the edge. your body spasmed and your stomach clenched and you screamed out. charles continued working you through your orgasm, slowing down his pace as you caught your breath. he slowly removed his fingers from where they were curled inside of you. he licked his middle finger quickly before holding them to your mouth. you began sucking on his fingers,

“now you can feel and taste how good i make you feel bébé” he says with confidence, knowing the power he holds over you.

he pulls his fingers out of your mouth with a pop. his wet hand moves down between your thighs, pushes them open just enough to make room for him. he continues leaning in closer to you before he whispers

“ready?” he asks carefully. you nod, using all your strength to mutter out a quick “yes.”

you feel his length slowly penetrate you, every inch pulling another gasp out of your lungs. he hands grip your waist as he immediately begins rocking in and out of you, filling you up with every rock of his hips. every thrust brought you closer and closer to your edge, and charles knew. he moves his hand from your waist back to your sensitive clit, causing you to let out a high-pitched moan at the additional stimulation. before you can process the added pleasure, you hear charles begin to speak,

“could any of the other guys in the club make you feel like this baby? hmm?” charles growls into you ear, frustration from earlier simmering back up

“only you charles! no one else, baby” you squeal out quickly. charles’ pressure on your clit gets faster as his thrusts get harder, pulling you closer and closer to your edge

“who’s are you bébé?” he growls out, keeping his explosive pace

“i’m yours baby! only yours! please” you scream out, gripping the bedsheets in an attempt to ground yourself

“go ahead cherí, cum for me” charles says in the calmest tone of the night. with a scream of his name, your walls flutter around him as you cum on his cock. so wrapped up in your own pleasure, it wasn’t until charles grabbed your hips tightly and slowed his pace you felt him filling you with his cum.

he stills over you, both of you panting and fighting to catch your breath. charles leans to kiss you quickly before slowly pulling out of you. he rolls next to you on the bed, both of you still fighting your air. charles makes his way to the bathroom, grabbing a towel to clean you off. as you feel the cloth running up the thigh, you remind charles

“you know it’s always been you, right? and always will be?” you remind charles

“mmhm i know cherí,” he replies calmly.

he leans over to press light kisses on your neck before continuing, “...but i never mind a reminder” ;)

#charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc smut #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 smut #charles leclerc #formula 1 #f1 #f1 one shot #charles leclerc one shot #charles leclerc fic #charles leclerc x you #f1 x you #f1 fanfic #cl16 #stella writes!

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rinhaler · 1 year ago

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I’m begging you to write a bimbo x Toji fanfic

IM ON MY KNEES PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE IM BEGGING YOU🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

Been in a BJ mood so enjoy some 69ing xoxo

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, bimbo!reader, pet names (princess, sweetheart, baby), daddy kink, spanking, 69ing, messy blowjob + pussy eating (duh), head pushing, praise, dumbification, degradation, age gap, exhibitionism ig?

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“He’s not here, sweetheart.”

The bass of his voice rattles throughout your nervous system. And before you know it, you’re squeezing your thighs together and biting your lip as you look up at him, the way he almost entirely fills the space between the door frame. A slow smirk beginning to play on his lips as he watches you.

You’ve had a crush on your best friends dad since the first time he brought you over to hang out. He didn’t seem particularly interested in you, at first. Not until your skirts got shorter and your tops became skimpier.

“We had plans…” you pout a little, glossy lips shimmering in the afternoon sun. He clears his throat, adjusting his stance a little as he continues to look down at you.

“Oh yeah?” he asks, a little more curtly than intended. “And what plans were those?”

“Mm,” you hum, flicking through your texts to pull up your thread with Megumi. “Wanna hang out on Thursday? I can get us some booze and we can relax around the pool. My dad will be at wor— wait, you’re not at work?”

“Because it’s Monday, baby. Not Thursday.” he laughs a little as he shows you the date on his own phone. “Got a little confused there, huh? He’s at the library with the pink haired one, he ain’t here.”

“Oh…” you pout again. “’m sorry. I guess I should be studying too, I’ll go meet him there. See ya later Mister Fushiguroooo~!” you smile before beginning to skip away.

“Hey,” he calls after you. A grin quickly spreads across your face before you turn to face him again. He kisses his teeth, looking you up and down slower and more purposefully than ever before. He curls his finger, prompting you to come closer. “You’re all dressed for the beach, not the library. You can come in ‘n wait for him here, baby. You even brought your li’l swimsuit in your bag, huh? Come on.” he tilts his head as he walks inside.

You follow him hurriedly, closing the door after yourself when you enter. He doesn’t wait around for you, jogging up the stairs and shutting the door loudly after himself. You huff, wondering what the point of coming inside was if you’re just gonna be waiting by yourself anyway.

It doesn’t deter you, though. You dip into the downstairs bathroom and change into your swimsuit, sauntering outside to set up a lounger so you can at least catch a few rays before Megumi gets back.

You lay back, immediately feeling your skin heat up as the sun burns down onto your still body. There’s a lack of breeze, and the warmth soon becomes suffocating.

But soon enough, the sun disappears. Your eyebrows scrunch at the sudden change, your body plunged into shade and your temperature drops. You open your eyes, your best friends obscenely large father blocking out the ball of fire as he stands above you.

“Here, keep hydrated.” he orders, putting down a fruity looking cocktail filled to the brim with ice by your side. His white, open shirt begins to billow from a brief gust of wind, and he takes his seat with his own drink on the lounger beside yours.

He wasn’t avoiding you after all, he was getting changed.

You lean over, taking a small sip of the cocktail by your side. “Oh shit, that’s so yummy. Did you make it?”

He smirks again, but keeps his eyes closed as he lays back under the shade of his parasol. “Nah, the butler did it.”

“Really?” you ask, excitedly.

He can’t help but laugh at your naivety, turning his head to look at you. “No, sweetheart. Have you ever seen a butler around here? Course I made it.” he tells you, drinking in your bewildered expression as how gullible you are begins to dawn on you. “You ain’t too bright, are ya?”

“That’s—” you speak instantly, but put your drink back down to soak up the sun once more. “Mean.”

“Awe, sorry darlin’,” he smiles at you, but you don’t see it. “At least you’re pretty.”

He angles his head to face the sun, while yours snaps to look at him. You can’t hide your wide, cheesy smile as the words race through your mind.

At least you’re pretty.

At least you’re—

“You think I’m pretty?” you blurt out, though you feel no shame as the words leave your mouth. It’s the best thing you’ve ever heard another human being say to you in your life. Megumi’s hot dad thinks you’re pretty.

“You’re not that dumb, are you?” he faces you, finally, running his tongue along his top row of teeth. “You’re a gorgeous little thing, that’s for sure. Gonna give an old man like me the wrong idea, walkin’ around in a skimpy swimsuit like that.”

“The wrong idea?” you tilt your head at him. “I dunno what you mean, Mister Fushiguro.”

“Mmm, I betch’a don’t. I love li’l airheads like you.” he sneers. “Or maybe you know exactly what I mean, ‘n you’re just pretending to be dumb.”

You pout again as you think about what he’s saying. He watches you as you try and understand his words, the notion of pretending to be anything utterly perplexing you. He doesn’t take his eyes off you, though he’s a little surprised to see you roll onto your side so you can look at him properly.

“… Are you flirting with me?” you wonder.

“Hah,” he snickers. “You’re really tryna get me in trouble, huh? Would ya like that?”

“… uh-huh…” you nod slowly, biting your lip again. You watch as he smirks at you, adrenaline running through your veins as you wonder where this is heading. Is he simply teasing you?

“Have you got a li’l crush on me, sweetheart? That’s real bad. Remember who I am? Your best friends old man.”

“You’re not an old man,” you try to assure him. But he can only laugh at your idiocy once more. “Had a crush on you forever…” you admit, getting up from your lounger and walking over to his. You decide to take the risk, moving each of your legs on either side of him before slowly lowering yourself.

He bites his own lip, aged scar pulling deliciously as he smooths his hands over the curves of your waist. A grunt rumbles through his throat as you barely move, lightly humping against his stiffening cock.

And in an instant, your bikini is soaked.

You rut your hips more, and more, until he holds you still.

“Wanna fuck.” you whimper, and he starts to tut.

“Mmm, me too. Maybe next time.” he thinks, cock flexing as he imagines the feeling of your tight walls wrapping around him so perfectly. “Wan’ you to put that empty head of yours to good use.” he tells you.

A dazed expression decorates your face as you try and decode what he means. But instead of leaving you confused, he carefully pushes you away from his growing bulge so he can pull out his leaking length.

“Go on, princess. Suck me off.” he tells you.

You’re too astonished by the sight of his cock to even move. A beautiful thickness with a gorgeous curve you can only use as a fantasy for future reference as you imagine it hitting and stretching every spot inside.

He’s amazed that you don’t need to be told twice, however, you soon position yourself to take his length into your salivating mouth. You look up at him with wide, wet eyes as you kiss and suck his tip. Only looking away to spit into your hand, using it to jerk him off whilst you continue to suck like your life depends on it.

He can’t take his eyes off you, even taken aback as you further pull down his beach shorts to free his balls. He’s besotted at the sight of you, completely and wholly lovestruck as you produce enough saliva to completely soak his length, spittle dripping and sliding as it drenches his cock and balls. He winces as you cup them, licking up and down his cock before you suck one into your mouth.

All the while, your eyes are on him. Never before has he felt embarrassed whilst receiving head. But right now, he feels entirely at your mercy. He holds your gaze, though, intent on overriding the feelings of embarrassment as you turn him into a grunting and groaning puddle.

“Fuuuuuck, sweetheart,” he grins, chest heaving as you don’t let up on him. Your fist becomes a blur, and even still, he can’t stop himself from thrusting into your grip. “Pretty little girl… look s’cute with your mouth full’a my cock.”

You moan, at that. The praise overwhelming you enough to release one of his balls from your mouth before you go back to sucking him off. You take him deeper and deeper, as deep as you can take him without showing any signs of gagging.

“Such a good cocksucker for me, baby,” he tells you as he starts to push your head down on him. “Knew that an airhead like you would be a fucking pro.”

“G-Got such a big dick, daddy.” you tell him as you push off of him, desperate to tell him. He drags you up closer to him, kissing you sloppily as your body presses into his. You lie comfortably in his embrace in the shaded spot, moaning into his mouth as you grind down on his cock. “P-Please fuck me.”

“Oh, princess�� does your little cunt need daddy’s attention?” he wonders, kissing you again. “Told ya, I want my cock sucked.” he slaps your ass. “Move, go on.” he orders, though despite his instruction, he begins to manhandle you.

You’re soon positioned so you’re practically sitting on his face while his throbbing cock is back in yours. He moves the material of your bikini into the crease of your thigh and gives your pussy a light spank.

“Don’t stare at it, sweetheart. Suck my cock, now.”

You immediately do as you’re told, taking him down your throat while he teases you enough to have you trembling. Touching anywhere and everywhere except where you need him most. Until finally, he places a delicate kiss between your sodden folds.

“Baby, she’s drooling. You really do have a crush on me.” he chuckles. He wastes no more time, after that, burying his face between your thighs and slurping up your lewdness. He moans into your folds before he shoves two fingers into your clenching hole.

His cock falls from between your lips, then, and you moan loud enough for the entire neighbourhood to hear you. He slaps your ass again, and it’s hard. “Shut up.” he warns. “I won’t let you cum if you do that again.”

The warning is enough to make you focus yourself on his pleasure. His mouth is making your toes curl and your head become emptier than even he thought possible. Tears begin to flow from your eyes as you do all you can to prioritise him and keep your moans to yourself.

Your throat tightens and constricts the more you withhold. You can’t control it fully, still humming around him. It’s somewhat calculated, yes. But the thought of being caught or ratted out to Megumi is making him a little more cautious. Then again, if he really didn’t wanna be caught, he wouldn’t be fucking his sons best friend in the backyard.

He pulls away, still curling his fingers into your g-spot as his face shimmers from your sticky folds. “Can’t believe you called me daddy you little slut,” he spanks you. “That’s right, isn’t it baby? You’re daddy’s dumb little slut.”

“Mhmm!” you mewl. “Mmm, mmm, mmm~!” you whine as you begin to unfurl. Your cunt squeezes hard enough to almost break his fingers, though it doesn’t deter him from devouring you whole. He begins to thrust up into your mouth, and he shoots ribbon after ribbon of hot white cum between your drool soaked lips.

Neither of you move, both exhausted from the overwhelming release.

“Wh— Did that just… happen?” you ask, breathlessly.

“Sure did,” he laughs, slapping your ass as he does. “You need to give me your number, baby. I gotta be able to text you when Megumi ain’t home.”

“Hm…” you consider it. “Why would I come over again when Megumi isn’t here?”

“God, princess, you really can’t think why? Daddy wants to be able to split your pussy open on his cock whenever he wants. Don’t want Megumi home for that, do ya baby?”

“N-No…” you sigh dreamily, closing your eyes as you finally move to lie comfortably beside him. “You better fuck me next time!”

“Next time?” he grins. “Megs won’t be home for a few hours. I’ll fuck you in a few minutes, sweetheart.”

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annaofthenorthernlights · 2 years ago

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For the 30+ fanfic discord third anniversary server prompt event "summer holiday"

Fandom: Beauty & The Beast (Disney 1991) campervan au Pairing: Belle / Adam (friends/idiots to lovers...) Rating: Mature / Explicit

Chapter 4 - prompt: Shit, where is my swimsuit (part I) - or the deal

Belle gets into a conflict and Adam finds the perfect solution, solidarising …

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#batb1991 #modern au fanfic #belle/adam #campervan au #beauty&the beast fanfic #30+ discord server #anniversary prompt fic #shit where is my swimsuit #part I

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avocado-writing · 11 months ago

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Wade Wilson x Reader

Wade x Sweet Reader

Girls' Night

Pegging*

Fictional Crushes

Reader Who Forgets Things

Mileena!Reader

Wade Finds Out You're A Mutant

Fucking in the Suit*

Logan Howlett x Reader

say you'll remember me* ♥ & pt 2 everything stays but it still changes*♥

Morning Sex*

Taking Your Undies*

Logan Proposing*

Weather Detector

Chains

Lingerie With His Name on It*

Comforting

cutman* ♥

Broken People*

The Place Where The Pages Meet* ♥

Sub!Logan*

Shy!Reader

Taking Care of Him During a Rut*

Worst Wolverine Finds His Wife!Reader Again

Logan With a Newborn

Somno with Old Man Logan*

Pussy Drunk*

Calling you Daddy*

Logan Howlett x Reader x Wade Wilson

Sharing You*

Dp & W Taking Your Virginity*

Making Wade Watch*

Top 5 Kinks*

Sunshiney Reader Comes Home Sad & pt2

Eiffel Tower*

Saving You & pt2

Patching Them Up

Pegging HCs*

Stopping Mid-Sex*

Swimsuit

Car Fight* ♥

Pregnancy Headcanons

Reader Hurt During a Fight

Sick Reader

Reader Who's Secretly Kinky*

Goth!Reader*

Spanking*

Logan in Panties*

You & Wade Looking after Logan in a Rut*

Shy!Reader Gets Irritated

Wade's Label Maker

Sex Pollen* ♥

Birthday*

Various Prompts:

smut prompts x x x x x x x

Reader Who Has a Kid

Kinktober 2024*

cuddling prompts x

quiet acts of love prompts x x x x x x x x

#thank u vampiricgf for my graphics! <3 #my writing #james logan howlett x reader #logan howlett x reader #logan x reader #wolverine x reader #x men x reader #logan howlett imagine #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #marvel fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #mcu imagine #mcu x-men #logan #wolverine fanfiction #mcu fandom #Deadpool x reader #wade wilson x reader

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jocelynscrazyideas · 1 month ago

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In your love | Luke x Reader

inspired by the song In Your Love by Tyler Childers

Summary: Luke treats you to a special night in Michigan for your one year anniversary!

Warnings: NOT PROOF READ!! Smut- almost

a/n: I’ve been lacking on posting and i realized i never finished my Ficsmas, so to officially announce and answer many people’s questions, I am not continuing to finish the project. Sorry!

📚💬*prompt(s)*:

“how did you know that?”- “You’ve told me before.”

“You’re blushing!”

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:

Luke and I are coming into our 13th month of being together, we didn’t celebrate our one year due to mis-matched schedules. Today, we planned to go out to the Michigan house and eat a delicious dinner on the lake. Of course knowing Jack and Quinn, we expected them to sneak into the house and take a few corny pictures of us but they both had plans tonight with friends. (So we thought).

“Hey babe?” Luke knocks on the bedroom door. “Are you almost done packing? We have to be at the airport in 40 minutes.”

“Yeah-hey Luke?” I answered his question, following up with another.

“What should I bring for our dinner date tonight? A dress? A swimsuit? Sweats and a tank?”

I have no information about our date tonight, only the fact it’s a dinner at the Michigan dock.

“Bring everything!” Luke says. “We can pay for extra luggage weight, I have some left over money.”

We ubered to the airport, we made it to our gate just in time for boarding. We sit down on the crowded plane, luke had bought three tickets so we didn’t have to sit next to anyone. I too window and he took middle.

The end of the flight is here, we are boarding off of the plane. Luke gently pushes me off the plane, he speaks to the flight attendant and he hides something in his pocket. I keep walking, waiting for him at the gate.

“What was that all about?” I ask.

Luke shrugs it off and we walk out to the exit. We call for an Uber to the house.

When we arrive, Luke finally hands me the thing he slid in his pocket.

“Biscoff cookies!” I jump in excitement. We walk into the house, and I slide my shoes off. Luke is looking at the clean kitchen, standing there wondering what he’s going to cook for me tonight.

I look at Luke, walking up to him, placing my hands on his shoulders from behind. I rub his tense muscles, “how did you know?” I smile.

Still standing behind him, I lower my hands from his shoulders to his waist, I hug him and he holds my hands in place. “Baby, you’ve mentioned it a few times.”

I know I’ve mentioned airplane cookies before, but only when I’m blackout drunk, never have I spoken about them sober because they are my drunk cravings. When I’m drunk I yap and babble a lot, so it just shows that Luke listens to me.

I unpack my heavy suitcase, and settle in Luke’s Michigan room. Nice and fresh. The summer breeze runs through my body. I open the window above Luke’s bed. The white shutters slam against the wall as the wind blows through his room.

“Hey.” Luke smiles at me as I sit in his bed with my special pillow and stuffie in my arms. He’s standing in the doorway, on hand in his hip and the ither against the door frame.

“You’re so cute.” Luke laughs, “did you have any requests for tonight?”

I just wanted him in bed next to me, eating my airplane cookies with a good movie on. I responded with, “something easy, your mom cleaned up the house pretty well from last summer. It was such a mess when we left, we shouldn’t make it a mess again.” I smile. Luke steps onto the room.

“Hey moose?” I softly asked as Luke walked closer. His hair captured perfectly in his backwards hat. His nose looking so kissable. His cheeks blushing, his eyes on me.

“Hey what?” He smiles, he gently places his right leg over the left side of my body, he laughs on top of me. His body weight sinking in on me. His left leg now swinging over my right leg.

He kisses my chin, he makes his way to my neck, then to my collarbones, then down to my low cut neck line. My red tube top starts to feel tight. My heart pounding.

I watch from Luke’s bedroom, he’s setting up in the dock. I re-curl my hair, touch up my makeup, and re polish my toe nails. I put on this cute black lacy set, the bralette is tight, pushing up my boobs, the thong isn’t covering anything. I’m wearing this under a black and white polk a dot sun dress. Very sleek and see through. Just to tease Luke.

I walk down to the dock, like now is put together. His hair is now curly without his hat, he’s in khaki shorts and a blue polo. He’s also bare foot, and he looks like a summer- golf prince. I hope he thinks I’m a princess.

I see him stare at my breast area. My chest are is too tight, the dress pressing against the bralette, making it very visible in the setting sun. He sits down, lifting a leg over his other leg. He crosses his legs hoping I don’t catch his boner.

Fortunately I see this. I hurry to eat the delicious meal Luke cooked me, we talk about our memories, and he hands over a black velvet box. I open it, inside it is a dainty ring.

The shiny rocks aren’t too big and heavy, and they aren’t too small and pointy. The gems are perfect, the silver band has engraved letters reading:

L+(your initial).

“It’s perfect!” I get up to hug him, the ring on my middle finger on my left hand. I sit in his lap, I kiss his cheek and hug him. My lip stick pressed on his cheek is now stained.

“You’re the best gift God could give me.” Luke whispers in my ear. He snuggles his head into my neck. He kisses me again and looks at me. His eyes are now locked into mine.

“You’re blushing!” It was hard to catch Luke in a vulnerable moment. Especially when he is “in love” so when I caught this moment, I immediately teased him about it.

“Oh come on!” He laughs. We stand up and hug for a moment, he laughs it off, “I’m waiting for a gift…” he jokes.

But I slide my hand up his shirt, rubbing his back, his shorts start to get tight, I feel his waist get closer to mine. His hands sliding my loose sun dress off. He sees my lacy set. He immediately pulls off his shorts.

Just as we start to make moves, pushing the food over, placing more blankets down, kissing, hot wet kisses. I look over at the house, seeing Jack and Quinn in the window, they duck down immediately. I get upset, we were going to have a grand moment but just as always, Jack and Quinn were in our love.

#jocelynscrazyideas #hockey #nhl #umich hockey #luke hughes #lh43 #new jersey devils #njd #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes fic #hockey fics #luke hughes smut

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scealaiscoite · 1 year ago

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.☽༊˚ a hundred assorted prompts

¹⁾ raspberry lip gloss

²⁾ pajama bottoms

��⁾ a silver lighter

⁴⁾ fresh honey

⁵⁾ flushed cheeks

⁶⁾ a fogged-up mirror

⁷⁾ the imprint of a belt buckle on skin

⁸⁾ helium balloons

⁹⁾ a broken cocktail glass

¹⁰⁾ old playing cards

¹¹⁾ chipped green nail polish

¹²⁾ a brown leather wallet

¹³⁾ bullet holes in a wooden wall

¹⁴⁾ seashells lined up along the curve of a spine

¹⁵⁾ beaded curtains

¹⁶⁾ pomegranate seeds

¹⁷⁾ a carabiner heavy with keys

¹⁸⁾ fresh-cut orchids in a pottery vase

¹⁹⁾ vending machine cigarettes

²⁰⁾ an out of date map

²¹⁾ a creaky wooden gate

²²⁾ a minifridge stocked with budweiser and paracetamol

²³⁾ snapdragons growing between pavement slabs

²⁴⁾ smudged yellow eyeshadow

²⁵⁾ slept-in braids

²⁶⁾ library books that’ll never be returned

²⁷⁾ a pink-tiled shower

²⁸⁾ a honeybee on a linen shirtsleeve

²⁹⁾ burnt popcorn

³⁰⁾ watching an eclipse from bed

³¹⁾ a black lace bralette

³²⁾ a tattered patchwork quilt

³³⁾ blue raspberry bubblegum

³⁴⁾ a rusted fishing rod and a dried-up lake

³⁶⁾ the taste of whiskey on someone else’s lips

³⁷⁾ rose-scented candles burned down to the wick

³⁸⁾ crescent-shaped coffee stains on a wooden tabletop

³⁹⁾ odd socks

⁴⁰⁾ a loose thread on a jumper sleeve

⁴¹⁾ warm sheets on cold skin

⁴²⁾ amber-tinged perfume

⁴³⁾ gold jewelry

⁴⁴⁾ a calloused palm against a soft cheek

⁴⁵⁾ a busted headlight

⁴⁶⁾ sunrise from a jail cell

⁴⁷⁾ hand tattoos that weave around fingers

⁴⁸⁾ coconut shampoo

⁴⁹⁾ a doorbell sounding in the middle of the night

⁵⁰⁾ ladybugs crawling across a headstone

⁵¹⁾ grass stains on blue jeans

⁵²⁾ a loaded saddlebag

⁵³⁾ a dusty wine cellar

⁵⁴⁾ a bikini top draped over a bedpost

⁵⁵⁾ snow in july

⁵⁶⁾ dirt-red mountaintops

⁵⁷⁾ goosebumps in a heatwave

⁵⁸⁾ an empty dinnertable

⁵⁹⁾ a fresh manicure and bruised knuckles

⁶⁰⁾ zombie movies

⁶¹⁾ bitten lips

⁶²⁾ dark eyes full of tears

⁶³⁾ a soft cast in summertime

⁶⁴⁾ stale coffee in paper cups

⁶⁵⁾ frozen peaches on a black eye

⁶⁶⁾ acrid smoke

⁶⁷⁾ bound hands

⁶⁸⁾ animal tracks

⁶⁹⁾ unwound vhs tapes

⁷⁰⁾ cartoon plasters

⁷¹⁾ lipstick marks on shirt collars

⁷²⁾ silver bangles

⁷³⁾ sharing a coat in a downpour

⁷⁴⁾ fields with grass at waist-height

⁷⁵⁾ daisy chains up to your forearm

⁷⁶⁾ rolled-up shirtsleeves

⁷⁷⁾ the smell of bleach in a dark room

⁷⁸⁾ a shared sleeping bag

⁷⁹⁾ a new haircut

⁸⁰⁾ swimsuit tanlines

⁸¹⁾ perfume clinging to a pillow

⁸²⁾ lollipops dangling between lips

⁸³⁾ a badly-timed grin

⁸⁴⁾ old books

⁸⁵⁾ tongues stained from slushies

⁸⁶⁾ waking up in a hailstorm

⁸⁷⁾ dying sunflowers

⁸⁸⁾ colourful sunglasses

⁸⁹⁾ the last pew

⁹⁰⁾ tall, rattling windows in a storm

⁹¹⁾ six missed calls

⁹²⁾ sticks of incense burned down to the last

⁹³⁾ bunk beds

⁹⁴⁾ matching sets

⁹⁵⁾ ruined mascara

⁹⁶⁾ a boxing ring

⁹⁷⁾ stained glass windows

⁹⁸⁾ fairy forts

⁹⁹⁾ a cluttered bedside table

¹⁰⁰⁾ a hangover in the evening

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