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꒰ঌ ໒꒱. ） WHAT ARE YA LOOKN’ AT ?

－ℱ）paring : anaxa, phainon, aventurine, aglaea, mydei x f!reader

－ℱ）warnings : nsfw/smut, creampie, scissoring with aglaea, c*mplay, man handling, size kink, nipple play, boob obsession, hair pulling, chocking, biting and dumbification in aglaea’s part!

－ℱ）synopsis : they keep staring at your tits? (mdni)

－ℱ）note : not proof read!! header is a doujinshi and you can find it on X from : sakuranotomoru !!

( 𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐗𝐀 )

You noticed it again.

The way Anaxagoras kept staring. His gaze, sharp and unashamed, lingered far too long on your chest—tracking every small movement, every shift of fabric that strained against your curves. He wasn’t even trying to be discreet.

You finally snapped. "Why do you keep staring at my chest?"

He didn’t flinch, didn’t look away. Instead, a slow, knowing smirk curled his lips. "Because you make it impossible not to."

You huffed, crossing your arms—a mistake. The motion only pushed your tits together, and his gaze flickered lower, dark with amusement.

"Anaxa," you warned, but before you could say anything else, he moved.

He was fast, deceptively strong despite his slender frame. His long fingers wrapped around your wrist, pulling you forward until you were flush against him. The heat of his body was unmistakable, his breath fanning over your ear as he whispered, "You expect me to resist something so tempting?"

His hands found your tits, cupping them through your clothes, thumbs brushing over your nipples. You gasped, shivering under his touch.

"You do this without even realizing," he murmured, voice thick with hunger. "Walking around, teasing me… and now you're acting so innocent?"

Your protest died on your tongue when he pushed you back against the nearest surface. His lean frame pressed against yours, long fingers tracing down your waist before yanking your clothes aside.

"Let me show you exactly what you’ve been doing to me."

Before you could respond, he spread your thighs, his fingers teasing at your soaked cunt. He chuckled, soft and mocking. "Already so wet," he mused. "Was it the way I looked at you? Or were you hoping I’d do this all along?"

You whined, barely able to process anything before he lined himself up—his cock hard, thick, pressing against your entrance.

"You can take it," he murmured.

Then he thrust in, deep and unforgiving, stretching you open with a force that made your back arch.

You never should’ve asked.

A sharp gasp left your lips as Anaxa buried himself to the hilt, stretching your pussy wide with a single deep thrust. His cock was thick despite his slender frame, filling you in a way that made your body tremble.

"Fuck—so tight," he groaned, voice smooth but edged with hunger. His fingers dug into your hips, holding you still as he pulled back just enough to slam into you again.

Your back arched against the cold surface beneath you, your nails clawing at his sleeves. He barely seemed fazed, eyes locked onto your tits as they bounced with each harsh thrust.

"Look at you," he murmured, breathless but still smug. "Taking my cock so well, yet you had the nerve to question why I was staring?"

You tried to form a response, but all that came out was a choked moan when his hand slid up to your throat. His fingers wrapped around it, applying just enough pressure to make your breath hitch, to remind you of how easily he controlled you.

"That’s it," he whispered, tilting his head. "Let me hear you struggle to speak."

His free hand cupped your tits again, slender fingers rolling your nipples between them, tugging and pinching until you whined. The sharp pleasure mixed with the tight grip on your throat sent waves of heat pooling between your legs.

"Your pussy’s clenching so tight around me," he noted with a breathy chuckle. "Do you like being handled like this? Having me choke you while I fuck you dumb?"

A desperate whimper escaped you as he thrust even harder, cock dragging against your walls in a way that had your body tensing, aching for release. He wasn’t gentle. Every movement was calculated—deep, rough, unrelenting.

His thumb flicked over your clit, rubbing circles in time with his thrusts. "Come on," he coaxed, voice dropping lower, silkier. "Be a good girl and come for me."

His fingers tightened slightly around your throat, cutting off just enough air to send you spiraling. Your vision blurred, pleasure crashing through you as your pussy clenched around him, spasming with the force of your orgasm.

Anaxagoras groaned, hips stuttering as he chased his own release. His grip on your throat loosened just enough for you to gulp in a breath before he slammed into you one last time, spilling deep inside with a sharp, shuddering moan.

For a moment, all you could hear was your ragged breathing, the aftershocks of pleasure still making your body tremble.

Then, his lips brushed over your ear, and in that same smooth, teasing voice, he murmured, "Still wondering why I was staring?"

( 𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐍 )

You could feel his gaze before you even looked up. It wasn’t the kind of glance someone tried to hide—Phainon wasn’t subtle like that. No, he was outright staring, heavy-lidded eyes locked onto your chest with a lazy smirk pulling at his lips.

"You're doing it again," you muttered, shifting under his attention.

"Am I?" His voice was all amusement, but his golden eyes didn’t waver. "Can you really blame me when you're presenting such a perfect view?"

Before you could huff out a response, his fingers were already on you, tracing the curve of your breasts through your clothes. He wasn’t hurried—he never was. Phainon enjoyed taking his time, savoring the way you shivered at his touch, the way your breath hitched when his thumb ghosted over your nipple, teasing it through the fabric.

"You make it too easy for me," he mused, rolling the sensitive bud between his fingers. "So responsive already. I haven't even gotten you bare yet, and you're already squirming."

Your hands gripped his forearms, unsure if you wanted to push him away or pull him closer. "Phainon—"

"Shhh, let me enjoy myself," he purred, his other hand sliding under your top, fingers warm as they brushed against bare skin. "You have no idea how much I think about these." He gave a slow, appreciative squeeze, his smirk widening as you gasped. "Soft, perfect—exactly how they should be."

You whined, heat flooding you as he rolled your nipple between his fingers, pinching just enough to make your thighs press together. He noticed, of course. He always did.

"That desperate already?" He chuckled, letting his other hand drift lower, tracing the waistband of your clothes. "I barely touched you, and you're getting wet. You must love this even more than I do."

His knee nudged between your legs, spreading them apart before pressing up just enough to make you feel the friction. "I bet I could make you come just from playing with these pretty tits," he murmured, pinching just a little harder, loving the way you shuddered. "Should I prove it?"

His cocky smirk told you he already knew the answer.

Your breath hitched as Phainon’s fingers rolled your nipple again, slow and deliberate, like he was savoring every little reaction. His knee between your legs pressed up, adding just the right amount of friction to make you squirm.

"You’re so sensitive," he murmured, his voice dripping with amusement. "I wonder—if I sucked on them, would you moan for me? Or would you try to keep quiet, knowing how much I’d tease you for it?"

You barely had time to process before he tugged your top down, exposing your breasts to the cool air. He made a satisfied sound deep in his throat, blue eyes darkening as he took in the sight.

"Fuck, look at you," he murmured, thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples. "You were made to be touched like this, weren’t you?"

You gasped when his mouth replaced his fingers, hot and wet as he sucked one of your nipples between his lips. His tongue flicked over the peak before he bit down just enough to make your hips jerk against his thigh. He chuckled against your skin.

"See?" he murmured, pulling back just enough to breathe against the damp skin. "I could spend all night here, playing with you, tasting you, making you beg." His fingers tweaked your other nipple, rolling the sensitive bud between his fingertips. "And judging by how soaked you already are, I wouldn’t even have to touch your pretty pussy to get you off."

Your hands clenched in his clothes, your body burning under his attention. He was relentless, sucking and teasing until the heat between your legs grew unbearable.

"Ah, but I’d be cruel if I didn’t reward you for looking so fucking pretty like this." His hand finally dipped lower, slipping beneath your waistband. The moment his fingers found your soaked cunt, he groaned.

"Fuck. You're dripping," he murmured, rubbing slow circles around your clit before dragging his fingers through your folds. "So wet, just from me playing with your tits. Maybe I really should make you come like this—without even touching your needy little pussy properly."

He pressed two fingers inside you anyway, stretching you open as his mouth returned to your nipple, sucking greedily. His free hand teased your other breast, fingers tugging and rolling the stiff peak as he set a slow, devastating rhythm inside you.

"Come for me like this," he murmured against your skin. "Come while I’m sucking on your tits, and then I’ll give you my cock, since I know that’s what you’re really craving."

Smug bastard. But with the way he was touching you, you wouldn’t last much longer to argue.

( 𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄 )

Aventurine’s purple eyes had been on your chest for the last five minutes, and he wasn’t even trying to be subtle about it. Lounging back, one arm draped lazily over the couch, he smirked as his gaze flicked between your face and the swell of your tits.

"You always this much of a tease, or is today special?" he mused, tilting his head.

You huffed, crossing your arms—not that it helped. If anything, it only pressed your tits together, and judging by the way his smirk deepened, he knew exactly what you were trying to hide.

"Mm, cute," he murmured, reaching out. He didn’t ask for permission—Aventurine never did. His fingers traced along the curve of your breast, slow, deliberate, like he was mapping out a winning play.

"Fuck, you’re soft," he murmured, squeezing lightly before his thumb brushed over your nipple. Even through your clothes, the touch sent a shiver down your spine. He grinned. "Sensitive too. No wonder you were trying to cover up."

Before you could retort, he tugged your top down, exposing you to the cool air. He exhaled sharply, eyes dark with something deeper than amusement.

"Now that’s a jackpot."

His mouth was on you before you could think to protest, hot and greedy as he sucked a nipple between his lips. His tongue flicked over the stiff peak before he bit down, just enough to make you gasp.

"Yeah," he murmured against your skin, voice low and smug. "I knew you’d like that."

His other hand palmed your other breast, fingers rolling and teasing until your back arched. He played with you like he had all the time in the world, like this was some high-stakes game he was guaranteed to win.

When his hand dipped between your legs, his grin turned downright wicked. "Already soaked?" His fingers traced over your clit, teasing but not quite giving you what you needed. "And I haven’t even given you my cock yet."

He pressed two fingers inside you, slow but firm, stretching you open as he sucked harder at your nipple. Your fingers twisted in his hair, your body burning under his touch.

"Bet I could make you come just like this," he murmured, thrusting his fingers deeper. "Tits in my mouth, my fingers stretching you open—yeah, you’d look real pretty falling apart for me."

And with the way he worked you over, teasing and relentless, you knew he was right.

Your breath hitched as Aventurine sucked another deep bruise into the soft flesh of your breast, his tongue flicking over your nipple in slow, teasing circles. His fingers inside you curled just right, dragging against that spot that made your thighs tremble.

"You're not even trying to hold back," he mused, pulling away just enough to watch your expression. His fingers didn’t stop, fucking into you slow and deep. "Cute. Thought you’d put up more of a fight."

"Shut up," you gasped, hips rocking into his hand, desperate for more.

Aventurine chuckled, his free hand pinching your other nipple, rolling it between his fingers. "Oh? Didn’t sound very convincing." He tugged a little harder, making your breath stutter. "Maybe you should beg properly if you want me to give you what you need."

Your pride warred with your desperation, but the way he was playing with you, teasing every sensitive part of you with practiced ease, made it impossible to stay quiet. "Aventurine—please."

"Please what?" His fingers pulled from your pussy, dragging your slick over your clit before retreating entirely. "C’mon, sweetheart. I know you can say it."

You whined, frustration curling in your gut as he went back to palming your tits, rubbing your saliva-slick nipples between his fingers but giving you nothing where you needed it most.

"I want your cock," you finally admitted, breathless.

His smirk widened. "Now that’s what I like to hear."

He sat back, undoing his belt with an easy flick of his wrist. The moment his cock sprang free, thick and flushed, your mouth went dry.

Aventurine caught your chin between his fingers, tilting your face up so you had to meet his gaze. "You gonna be good for me?" His cock nudged against your slick folds, not pushing in yet, just teasing. "Or do I have to work you up even more?"

You shuddered, already feeling dizzy from how much he’d teased you. "I’ll be good—just fuck me already."

"Mm, good answer." His hands found your hips, fingers digging in as he finally thrust inside, stretching you open with one slow, deliberate stroke.

Aventurine groaned, his head tipping back briefly before his gaze locked onto your tits again, watching how they bounced with each roll of his hips. "Yeah," he muttered, thumbing one of your nipples. "This is exactly where you belong."

( 𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐄𝐀 )

Aglaea’s touch was always deliberate. Never rushed, never careless—just the perfect balance of control and indulgence. Right now, that control was turned entirely on you, her cool fingers dragging over your bare chest, pausing to roll your stiff nipples between her fingers with calculated precision.

"You look so pliant like this," she mused, voice smooth as ever. "I wonder—were you always this weak to being touched, or am I simply that skilled?"

You whimpered, unable to form a coherent response. Your head felt hazy, warmth pooling in your belly as she continued to toy with your tits, alternating between firm pinches and slow, teasing circles.

"Already slipping, are you?" Aglaea’s lips quirked into the faintest smirk, her gold eyes sharp with amusement. "And here I thought you had more to offer."

Her words should’ve embarrassed you, but the way she kept playing with you—never giving you enough to satisfy, only enough to make you crave more—had your mind melting too quickly to care.

"Speak," she commanded, fingers twisting just right, making your back arch. "Tell me how it feels."

Your breath hitched. "S’good—"

Aglaea tsked, shaking her head. "Articulate."

You tried again, but with the way her thumbs were brushing over your swollen nipples, your tongue felt heavy. Your thighs rubbed together, desperate for more friction, but she only chuckled.

"Mm. Thought so." She dipped a hand between your legs, pressing her fingers against your dripping cunt. "You're soaking. And all I’ve done is play with your tits."

Your hips jerked, but she didn’t move, keeping you right on the edge.

"How predictable," she murmured, finally sliding two fingers inside, slow and deep. "So easily reduced to this. A soft little thing, eager to be filled but barely capable of forming a sentence."

Her other hand never left your chest, teasing and rolling your nipple in tandem with every thrust of her fingers. Your mind fogged up further, thoughts slipping away with every precise movement.

"You’re taking me so well," she mused, voice low and sweet. "But I think we can empty that little head of yours even more, hm?"

And with the way she was working you over, it was only a matter of time before you gave in completely.

Aglaea watched you with that same calm amusement, her fingers still buried deep inside you, teasing, stretching, keeping you just on the edge. Every slow thrust was deliberate, her other hand never ceasing its attention on your chest, pinching and rolling your nipples like she had all the time in the world to ruin you.

"You're already struggling to keep up," she mused, tilting her head. "I wonder—how much more can you handle before your mind turns completely to mush?"

You whined, hips bucking against her fingers, desperate for more. Words were hard to string together, your body pliant and open under her touch.

"Mm. Perhaps we should push a little further." She withdrew her fingers, ignoring your pathetic whimper at the loss, and instead, shifted herself closer, positioning her body against yours.

Before you could even register what she was doing, you felt the smooth press of her soaked cunt against yours. Your breath stuttered as she hooked her leg over your hip, rolling her hips forward, making sure you felt everything.

"Look at you," she murmured, her golden eyes dark with something deeper than amusement. "So dumb and needy, just from a little playing. And now you get to grind against me properly—if you can even keep up."

You gasped as she moved, the slick heat of her cunt rubbing against yours in slow, languid strokes. Every grind sent sparks up your spine, the sensation of her wet folds pressing into yours too much and not enough at the same time.

"You feel that?" Aglaea purred, her fingers returning to your breasts, playing with your swollen nipples in time with her movements. "Every little shift, every drag of my clit against yours—ah, you’re shaking already."

Your thighs trembled as you tried to match her rhythm, but your body was too wrecked, too lost in the overwhelming sensation of her taking her time with you, dragging you closer to the edge at her pace.

"Mm, poor thing," she sighed, voice dripping with mock sympathy. "Already too fucked out to do anything but take it? That's fine. You don't need to think—just let me use you to get myself off."

Her pace quickened slightly, the wet slide of your cunts rubbing together filling the space between you. Every shift sent more pleasure flooding through you, your brain completely melting under her touch, her voice, the way she played with your body like it belonged to her.

"Go on," she murmured, her lips grazing your jaw as she pinched your nipple hard enough to make your breath catch. "Cum for me, like the dumb little thing you are."

With the way she was grinding against you, the stimulation to your clit, the way her hands and words completely unraveled you—you had no choice but to obey.

Aglaea’s smirk deepened as your body tensed, thighs trembling, a broken moan slipping from your lips as the pleasure crested. The wet friction between you grew even slicker as you came hard, your walls clenching around nothing, back arching into her touch.

"That’s it," she murmured, rolling her hips through your orgasm, not slowing down in the slightest. "Just like that. So easy to unravel, aren’t you?"

Your breath came in short gasps, your body still shuddering in the aftermath, but Aglaea wasn’t done with you. Before you could fully register it, her fingers tangled in your hair, yanking your head back just enough to expose your throat.

"You’re not done yet," she chided, her voice still smooth, still composed—but there was an edge now, something sharp and possessive beneath her usual amusement. "Did I say you could stop?"

Your whimper was cut off as she leaned in, lips dragging along the sensitive skin of your throat before her teeth sank in, biting down hard enough to make you cry out. The mix of pain and pleasure shot straight to your core, and your hips jerked, grinding up into her as she bit deeper, claiming you in a way that made your head spin.

"Mm, such pretty sounds," Aglaea mused, licking over the fresh mark she’d left before her teeth found your shoulder next, sinking in just as deep. "You take everything so well, don’t you? All it takes is a little tug on your hair, a little bite, and you’re already falling apart again."

She pulled your head back further, forcing you to meet her gaze. Her eyes were half-lidded, hungry, her lips swollen from the marks she was leaving on your skin.

"You’re going to give me another one," she purred, her hand trailing back down to your chest, fingers pinching and rolling your overstimulated nipples, making your breath stutter. "You’re going to cum again, right here, rubbing that dumb little pussy against mine."

Her pace quickened, her own breaths coming heavier now as her clit dragged against yours, the wet slide between you turning downright obscene. Her grip in your hair tightened as she leaned in, biting down on your lower lip this time, sucking it into her mouth before pulling away just enough to murmur—

"Be good for me and cum again, or I’ll keep going until you can’t think at all."

With the way she was using you, the way she played with your body like it was hers to control, you knew you wouldn’t last much longer.

( 𝐌𝐘𝐃𝐄𝐈 )

Mydei’s eyes had been on your chest for a while now. He wasn’t even pretending to be subtle about it, his golden gaze flicking down every time you shifted, every time your top dipped just a little too low.

"You’re not very discreet," you teased, folding your arms beneath your tits, knowing exactly what that would do.

His smirk was slow, calculated. "Why would I be? You’ve been parading them in front of me all night."

Before you could snap back, he was already moving. One step closer, his gloved hand reaching out, fingers tracing the curve of your breast over your clothes. A deliberate touch, slow and indulgent. His thumb brushed over your nipple, and even through the fabric, the sensation sent a shiver up your spine.

"See?" he murmured, tilting his head. "You react so easily. Did you want my attention this badly?"

You swallowed hard, heat curling low in your stomach as he palmed your breast fully, fingers squeezing just enough to make you bite back a sound. He leaned in, breath warm against your ear.

"Go on," he purred, lips ghosting over your jaw. "Ask me properly."

Your pride kept your mouth shut for all of two seconds before his fingers pinched your nipple through your top, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure straight to your core.

"Mydei—"

"Mm. That’s not quite begging, but I’ll allow it."

He wasted no time tugging your top down, exposing you fully to his gaze. His pupils dilated, golden eyes dark with something deeper than amusement. His mouth was on you in an instant, tongue flicking over your nipple before his lips sealed around it, sucking hard.

Your back arched as he lavished attention on you, his other hand kneading your other breast, fingers rolling the sensitive bud between his fingertips. He groaned against your skin, like he was savoring the taste of you.

"Perfect," he muttered, pulling back just enough to admire the way your nipple was slick with his saliva. "And already so worked up."

His hand drifted lower, fingers slipping past your waistband, finding your soaked cunt with ease. He hummed, amused. "So wet, and I’ve barely even touched you here. Seems like your tits really are your weak spot."

His fingers pushed inside you, stretching you open, fucking into you slow and deep. You barely had time to adjust before his other hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your breath hitch.

"Let’s see how dumb you can get for me," he murmured, tightening his grip as his fingers sped up, working you open until you were a trembling mess beneath him.

When he finally pulled his cock free, hard and leaking against your thigh, you didn’t even have the chance to beg—he was already lining himself up, the thick head pressing against your entrance.

"Take it," he ordered, his voice smooth but firm as he sank into you, stretching you inch by inch. His fingers flexed around your throat, his other hand pinching your nipple hard as he bottomed out.

A guttural groan rumbled from his chest. "Fuck. Look at you, stuffed full of my cock." His grip tightened slightly, just enough to make your walls flutter around him. "So good, so tight—like you were made for this."

He set a brutal pace, hips snapping against yours, his hands never straying—one wrapped firmly around your throat, the other still teasing your breasts, fingers rolling and pinching, making sure you felt everything.

"You’re going to cum for me," he murmured, voice low and commanding. "And when you do, I’m going to fill you up—leave you dripping with my cum, just to see how pretty you look all messy for me."

With the way he was fucking you, his cock hitting deep, his hands keeping you right where he wanted, you knew you wouldn’t last much longer. And neither would he.

Mydei’s golden eyes were sharp, watching the way your body reacted to his every move. His hand never left your throat, keeping you at just the right edge of breathless, as though he was savoring the control, the power he had over you.

"You look so small under me," he murmured, his voice smooth, but the satisfaction in it was unmistakable. "Like you were made to be filled."

You couldn’t help the way your body trembled under his touch, his words stirring something deep within you. The way he seemed to relish in the way your body barely fit him, the way his cock stretched you more than you thought you could handle, had your mind spinning.

"Can’t even take it all, can you?" he teased, his fingers tightening just slightly around your throat, his other hand gliding over your chest, gently pressing against your tits. "How cute. You’re barely able to take the size of me, aren’t you?"

You moaned, half-dazed, as he fucked into you with slow precision, every inch of his cock filling you, making you feel stretched beyond what you thought was possible. It was so much, too much, and yet it felt perfect.

Your thoughts grew more hazy, every thrust making your head swim, your body instinctively arching back into his. The sensation of him inside you, of him keeping you right on the edge, made it so hard to focus.

"Such a dumb little thing," Mydei murmured, his voice low and rough as he leaned down to bite your neck, marking you, claiming you. "Don’t even know what to do, do you? Just here to be fucked by me, to take all of me and fall apart for me."

You could only nod, body completely at his mercy. Words were slipping away, replaced by the overwhelming sensation of him. The way his cock filled you, the way he teased your body, leaving you weak and unable to think properly.

"You’re mine now," he whispered in your ear, his voice dark with something possessive. "Just a little thing for me to fuck, for me to use until you’re so dumb you can’t even remember your own name."

You couldn’t deny it. His size, his dominance, the way he made you feel so small, so completely under his control—it was all consuming. You were already losing yourself in him, and part of you didn’t care to fight it.

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[2kiran]

❛ I KNOW YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL ❜ ➖ ch1-ch2.

series masterlist | ghostface x reader | nsfw

IN WHICH THERE is only one way to live: take his virginity.

content: 18+ DDDNE: DUBCON, male!ghostface, top male reader, canon timeline, mentions of heterosexuality (?), death threats, physical violence: ghostface injures reader, freeze response, coercion, virginity loss (ghostface’s first time), unprotected sex, creampie

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“What’s your favorite scary movie?”

You pause momentarily. Titles which have no peculiar prestige in elements echo through your mind, and the back of your throat vibrates loudly with your humming. “I don’t know.”

“You have to have a favorite,” Ghostface answers in time, his palm soothing over his hardening cock hidden beneath thin layers. It was naught but of deviance, sick, and worthy to be indicted of indirect defilement, “What comes to mind?”

Clicking your tongue against the roof of your mouth, you settle on one and mutter it out. You return the question, “What’s yours?”

“Guess.”

“Hm,” in the forsaken trenches residing within your brain, you are able to vacuously sense an anomalous presence stalking you in every corner. Though, you decide on not to dignify it, considering your brain may be simply playing tricks on you. “A Nightmare on Elm Street.”

“Is that the one with the guy who had knives for fingers?”

“Yeah, Freddy Krueger.”

In spite of the known fact that it was inherently basic knowledge that anyone could possess with disregard to tolerance of such movies, Ghostface almost groans out in pleasure, digging his palm against himself firmer. You had no idea how proud he was.

“Freddy!” He cheered breathlessly, his gaze seemingly fixated on the bulge that resided on the front of your pants, inevitably causing his own cock to throb and his hole to clamp around nothing with want, “That’s right. I like that movie. It was scary.”

Buzzing resonates slowly from your throat, born out of you humphing thoughtfully in agreement. “Only the first one.”

There was thrill in this conversation, in spite of the certitude that this person was no woman.

“So... you got a girlfriend?” Ghostface interrogated through a ragged breath, the puff hitching at the end as he patted his growing bulge lightly as though to reign in his aggravated nerves. Haunting murmurs of jealousy brewed inside of the storm that was currently ravaging his brain at his own question.

It shouldn’t bear any significance. He’ll kill your lover if you have one.

With great and exceeding self-restraint, you hinder yourself from laughing out loud in surprise. The corners of your lips threaten to curve upwards, “Why? You into me?”

Perverted, outrageous excitement courses through the killer’s body as he steels his knees against the dirt to halt himself from humping his palm. He needed you to be with him—even better, have you inside of him for as long as he needs. “Maybe. Do you have a girlfriend?”

“No,” you answer honestly.

“You never told me your name.” He stated, despite already owning the knowledge of your identity.

It’s only a few more minutes until he’ll get to the love of his life; until he’s granted the luxury of being freely able to caress you, to trap you to his body with his arms, to make you carve your initials into his flesh with that soon-to-be familiar weapon of his, and so many other endless possibilities.

“Why do you wanna know my name?”

“Because I wanna know who I’m looking at.”

Oh, fuck.

Warranted fear seizes your heart, your body abnormally stilling for a moment as your breathing halts. Driven by shock, you steer your gaze towards any and every window that may allow anyone to peer into your home. To your dreadfully cursed luck, darkness completely embraced the outside.

“What?”

“I wanna know who I’m talking to.” The anonymous voice residing on the other line confirmed.

“That’s not what you said.” You mutter, departing from the counter behind you to seek for a weapon.

“What’d you think I said?” He rises from his knelt spot, pacing towards an unfortunate entrance of your home. With the aid of his current location, he still has the ability to watch as you fumble with a knife in your trembling possession, your shoulders stiff with alertness. God, you’re beautiful.

“What? Hello?” He prompted, a hint of impatience seeping into his tone.

“I gotta go.”

“Wait, I want to go out with you.”

“No, I don’t—”

“Don’t hang up on me.” Ghostface demanded, a precipitous dawn of anger crossing his heart when you still doggedly ended the line.

You needed to set the phone down somewhere or at least dial the police. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You’re not alone.

You’re not alone.

The unceremonious deathly rattling of the communicator startled you, your knife almost brutally descending from your grasp. You draw a tattered inhale, sweat naturally developing on your forehead as you reluctantly answer.

“Yes?”

“I told you not to hang up on me.” You didn’t know it consciously, but Ghostface was getting closer and closer.

“What do you want?” You force out, your fingers tightening around the handle.

“To talk.”

“Go dial someone else. Listen—”

“No, you listen you little bitch. You hang up on me again, and I’ll gut you like a fish. Understand?” Ghostface’s voice rose in temper, aggressiveness clutching the edges of the menacing syllables that probed their way out of his mouth. He chuckled upon noticing your shaken silence, “Yeah...”

“Is this a joke?” You ask, frantic. Like a man in dire need—perhaps, you were—you comically rush around your house to guarantee that every lock was activated.

“More of a game, really. Can you handle that, baby?”

If the situation did not concern your life status, your heart would’ve pleasantly fluttered.

Eventually, you arrive to a halt at a corner in the hallway. You glance towards the windows in your kitchen, attempting to gauge any sign that could denounce where he was lurking.

“Can you see me?”

“You know I’m going to call the police.” You warningly interrupted, the life-stealing metal that you delicately cradled was taunting you that you wouldn’t be able to strike the criminal. You were certain of it.

“They’ll never make it in time. We’re out in the middle of nowhere.” He painstakingly emphasized the last word, to which your abdomen churns with regret.

“What do you want?”

“To see what your pretty insides look like. But if you agree to play a game, I’ll let you live.”

A game? Is that what all this was?

Your capacity to laugh was dutifully robbed from you.

“Here’s how we play. I ask a question, and if you get it right, you live.” Ghostface beamed, soundlessly climbing through the window you well-conveniently failed to inspect.

“Come on, it’ll be fun. It’s an easy category: movie trivia.”

An instinct you did not know existed was nagging you.

He’s here.

“Let me give you a warm-up question. Name the killer in Halloween. You can do this.”

“Michael Myers.” You blurt out without thinking, a sharp exhale passing through your nose as you steeled yourself to not allow a hint of vulnerability to be brought into your voice.

“Yes! Very good. Now for the real question.”

“No—”

“But you’re doing so well. We can’t stop now.” Ghostface encouraged, his footsteps deliberately light against the floor.

“Same category. Name the killer in Friday the Thirteenth.”

“Jason!” You almost yell, both of your hands tirelessly seizing the communicator as if it was your dim lifeline, accompanied by the knife you can’t let go of in fear that he will come to terrorize you any moment.

“I’m sorry, but that’s the wrong answer!”

What?

No.

Please no.

“No, it’s not. It was Jason.” You outwardly panic, the beat of your steady heart amplifying. Adrenaline crashes into you like a bullet, practically rendering you free from all movements.

“Afraid not. No way. You should’ve known that Jason’s mother was the original killer.” Ghostface lightly scolded, the head of his cock babbling out small bursts of pre-cum in response to your perceptible horror.

“Lucky for you, there’s a bonus question. What door am I at? Go on, it’s your call.”

He’s here.

Before you’re able to respond in any form, a hasty crash of intricate glass scattering across the ground resounded through the halls. You tense automatically, your shoulders wincing when you see a glimpse of black cloth in one of your doorways. Involuntarily, you lose your grip on the phone and abandon it once it hits the floor with a dull echo. You don’t have the time to spare, so you dash up the stairs.

There’s only about four or five steps left until you reach the top of the staircase when ominous and foreign fingers curl around your ankle, yanking you back down.

“Fuck—” you grunt, twisting around and kicking against the grasp with the lack of precaution.

To great luck, your foot collides with the chest of a figure decked out in long, black, lurex robe with tattered edges at the bottom. It was graced with a metallic-like sheen, the fabric catching in the low lighting. Then, you glance to see the intruder’s face, only to be confronted by an eerie white mask that sustains a permanent and exaggerated horrendous expression that’s guaranteed to be engraved into your memory.

You hear him yelp from the force, followed by the sight of him stumbling. One of his dark boots skidded against the edge of the tread of the step, and it eventually resulted in his fall.

Seizing this opportunity, you steadily—if you can even call it that with how you almost trip over yourself several times—run up to the second floor.

The stranger rapidly shook his head, regaining his consciousness in spite of the near-television static consuming the foremost area of his racked brain. He shoves himself upward a tad too quickly for it to be good for him, and he trails after you like a man on a vengeance-fed rampage.

You’re able to take only a couple of steps inside of your bedroom before Ghostface tackles you on the ground, one hand of his weighing down on your chest while the other holds his knife—your own clattering someplace else—to your vulnerable throat. He straddled your lap, the sides of his knees digging against the outer areas of your thighs. The scent of death awakened; the infamous weapon was now a hair’s breadth away from prickling your skin.

You don’t think you can breathe.

Your knee nudges up, attempting to buck him off of you, to no avail. He assertively settles his weight down on top of you, angling the flat of the metal to your jaw with the sharpened part just barely managing to graze your chin. Your breathing locks in your throat, and you stiffen up to prevent erroneously giving yourself a fresh cut.

“You lose.”

It was nothing short of an exuberant declaration of your defeat. You didn’t need a view of his face to be aware that he was grinning unabashedly.

“There we go, stop struggling. If you wanna live, you have to listen to me.”

At that, you are overcome with the need to retain your life, and you reluctantly exorcise all means of vigor your body previously contained. You lay there, demeaningly underneath him, with the active withholding of delivering a brute hit to his obscured face. Your hands ball into tight fists and the intruder immediately takes notice. But it didn’t matter much to him. He knows you’ve given in.

A giggle, a demoralizing sound that is seemingly altered by what you guess is a voice modulator of some sorts, reverberates from his chest and up through the elongated, wide-open mouth that abominably expands the jaw. The eyes of the mask were hollow and dark; yet, nevertheless, they were piercing your form enough to make you slightly squirm.

Ghostface’s reaction is immaculately swift. He clenches his thighs around yours to force you to still, and that’s when you feel it.

Oh.

Oh.

He was hard.

His cock pressed against your thigh, the sensation remarkably solid and warm through the decently wispy material of his costume. He sees your gaze darting towards his groin, and he doesn’t know how to outwardly react, but he knows you’re staring. The hand that’s on your chest reaches up to take hold of your chin, tilting your head towards his own and away from the neglected ache in between his legs. Gloves—black gloves that are terrifyingly smooth against your skin conceal his hands, you silently note. He lifts the knife away from your body, but he did not discard it next to your forgotten knife. He was granting you some respite.

“I think you know what I want now.” Ghostface pinpointed, experimentally jutting his hips forwards and backwards once. It was uncoordinated, providing minimum pleasure for him but none at all for you. The realization that your hands were still unbounded has you hooking your hands on his waist, to which he let out a hoarse moan in delight.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

Hearing your question gifts him the audacity to groan in exasperation. He twirls the weapon around in his hand, idly swinging it with no true objective. “Don’t be stupid. What do you think I’m talking about?”

Before the urge completely registers in your brain, your right hand deviates from his side and flings upwards to connect with his jaw. He jolts, faltering on top of you as his palm gripping the weapon falls onto the floor to maintain his balance. It was an opening, and once more, you attempt to turn your positions around but he’s suddenly locking his legs around you. He slaps you hard across the face, averting you from retaliating in time, and uses his index finger, middle finger, and thumb to slightly compress your cheeks together.

Without a warning, he slashes a line with the steel blade over your cheek. You gasp, the dart of pain firing through the entirety of your face along with the stinging hit given to you just moments prior. The cut was relevantly shallow, light, and not at all intended to scar, but it still mildly hurts you. Beads of blood begin to dot along the cut and slide down your cheek. The scent was distinctly metallic, hitting you in the nose in a way that makes you want to hurl.

“Do that again, and I’ll fucking kill you! Now, stay still and keep that pretty mouth shut.” Ghostface reprimands as he repositions himself, the volatile duality of his behavior startling you into obeying his whims. You deliberately allow your hand to slip off of him, and he doesn’t seem to take any offense. Again, he rolls his clothed hard cock against your still-soft groin, albeit a tad too gentle for either of your liking.

“Fuck… you feel good. Real good,” He praises under his breath, slowly grinding against you. Using his thumb, he swipes the trickle of blood up, cautious as to not inadvertently brush the wound. He raises that hand and tucks it underneath his mask, grunting in appreciation as his tongue—not that you can see it, but it’s a prediction—flicks out to lick the vital fluid that belongs to you, and he mumbles, “Taste good too.”

In that moment, you were suspended in an unyielding trance, unable to respond or move from mere shock. What the hell was going on?

Ghostface sighs, long and drawn-out and agitated. For apparently good measure and to liberate you from your ephemeral hypnosis, he strikes your cheek a second time. It was delivered with a lower level of physical power but a higher level of intention to snap you out of whatever train of thoughts are booming through your head. It works as expected, your head briefly jerking to the side then back to him.

“I want you to fuck me,” he abruptly blurts out.

You sputter, heat skulking to your bloodied face and you half-expect to be hit again for the never-ending length of your stupidity, “What?”

“If you wanna live tonight, baby, you’re gonna fuck me. Sounds good?” Ghostface rephrases for your sake, tilting his head off to the side as if he was scrutinizing you.

“Why do I—”

KRNKKKK!

He stabs the knife into the floor right beside your head, the weapon scraping as it splinters the floor slightly. You flinch, instinctively trying to firmly separate yourself and the killing tool, and he considers that as a cue to intensely ground his groin against yours to hoist your attention to him and him only.

“Do you wanna live or not?”

“I—”

Your nth mistake.

You’re too slow in telling him what he desperately needs to hear. Driven by furiosity, he smacks your injured cheek, hard, your blood splattering all over his now crimson-stained glove—one that he’s neither throwing away nor throwing into the washer—and you loudly grunt out a pained curse.

He coils that same hand around your exposed neck. Not to strangle you. At the very least, not yet.

With his unoccupied hand, he reaches down to loosen the strings sticking out of your waistband. You want to argue, you should argue, but you realize that you’ll only grant an audience with your end if you dare voice out your disapproval.

“Take me to your bed.” Ghostface demanded, his fingers ghosting over your cock prior to grasping his knife once more. You were growing hard under his attention, inevitably. Your hands curl around his powerful thighs, the flesh flexing with anticipation as you sit up. Whether or not you were able to withstand such weight underneath your palms, it didn’t matter. You are obligated to hoist him.

He dutifully slings his arms around your neck, his legs wrapping around your waist to support himself upright. You carry him to your bed (just as he had ordered like you were some sort of rabid animal to be tamed) and drop him onto the mattress. The furniture creaks as Ghostface’s back connects with it, bowing a little in protest to an unwanted stranger. He kicks his knees up, pushing himself backwards for his boots to dig onto the sheets.

His hands reach down to take the bottom of his costume and yank it upwards, the material pooling around his middle as his lower half is exposed to your supposed-to-be uninterested gaze. His arousal prominently strained against his boxers, a damp spot residing where the head of his cock was. You had expected an unsightly creature to unveil themselves to you. Alas, his skin, of what you were permitted to view, was normal. Human. Soft, even.

He allows his weapon to fall next to him, deliberately within his reach in case he finds use for it.

“Well?” He prompts, hooking his thumbs beneath the band of his boxers and pulling them down until they are all the way around his ankles. He languidly hangs it around one of them, before booting it off of him. His palms smooth under his knees, lifting his legs up to exhibit his rim for you.

Shit.

There was slickness glossed over and inside Ghostface’s hole, which was seemingly stretched out. Putting it to a test, and you weren’t even aware that you found yourself allured by the sight that you should’ve felt repulsed towards, you rub the pad of your index finger around his entrance to gather bits of the lube and push it into him. No resistance, if you ignore how he squeezes down onto your digit with a strangled moan.

“Yes, fuck,” he gasped out through a distorted rasp of his voice changer, his walls tense and amazingly more welcoming than any other used cunt. “W-Worked myself open just for you and your cock. Mmn, you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this.”

Waiting? He’s been waiting?

You feel absolutely sick. For weeks, possibly for months, he has been stalking you without end.

And you’re the one who has to pay the price for his attention.

October 31st, 2:01 A.M.

Soon enough, your hips are snug against the backs of his thighs while your wet cock traitorously throbs inside of him.

Ghostface forced you into his untouched body without any remorse; his being born from sin ushering you to where you are now. You hold the advantage over him, with him being in a more vulnerable position, but you are physically and mentally departed from every means of control. He threw his legs over your shoulders, straining himself for the reward of pleasure that he’s selfishly making you give him. He beckons you to lean over him, and you follow.

“That’s a good boy.” He praises, his head tipping back against the sheets.

The sensation by itself is strange. You pilot your hips backwards until half of your girth is being clung onto by his too-tight rim, before you snap into him once more. That wrecks out an appreciative moan from him, his thighs twitching against your upper half. Your length glistens with the lube he had graciously fingered into himself earlier, causing the strokes to be much smoother.

The head of your cock manages to rub against his prostate, his reaction immediate. “Fuuuc—ah!” Ghostface babbles, the small of his back arching off of the bed as his hole can’t help but clench down tight around you. Granted, it has you buck into him, the veins that run across your length brushing against sweet spots that have his boots digging against your back.

You’re compelled to leisurely roll your hips, your dick slipping further inside of his spasming hole. You grind into him, ensuring that just the right amount of attention is driven into the certain bundle of nerves that has his pretty hole trembling around you. He whimpers, tears welling up in his eyes because, fuck, you’re too handsome and your cock is too thick for his brain to comprehend. The crease that’s formed in between your eyebrows due to them knitting together makes him want to rip off his mask and kiss you.

But that’ll wait for another time.

Once he loosens around you, becoming docile underneath the presence of your body, you resume to your previous pace. The unattended cut across your cheek stings as your teeth grit together, a drying stream of crimson trudging down to your jaw. He whines, his hand lifting to wipe that trail off of you and rocks forward to meet your thrust. “Best f—hngh— f-fucking cock I’m ever going to have,” Ghostface mumbles under a tight breath, his own length pulsing with the need of release against his flexing abdomen.

“You’re sick,” you grunt, pausing your movements to grab the base of your length and pull out. His lips part to retort, but you slide back into him with an abrupt slam.

“I—fuck!” He curses, a noise torn in between a pathetic moan and a scream. Ghostface laughs, his chest rumbling upwards as he uncontrollably contracts around you, “We are both sick. You’re gonna cum inside of me sooner or later, and you won’t be telling a goddamn soul about what happened between us, ‘less you wanna—”

You repeat the previous motion; your leaky tip slamming against his sensitive spot harder than before.

“—hnnngh—! Shit—” Ghostface gasps, interrupting himself as his legs slide off of your shoulders as they helplessly spread apart. He looked almost pretty like that, his cute rim squeezing onto every inch of your throbbing cock to coax out your own release. Your skin and hand was wet with him, the lubricant combined with your pre-cum was gushing out of his entrance and conveniently slicking you up.

He felt so utterly full.

Killing you will be a damn waste, and he couldn’t possibly get rid of his Sweetheart now.

His hands rush downwards, his fingers gathering the gentle sheets for leverage. He struggles, squirms, when he senses a rapid euphorical coil bundling within his lower abdomen. He whimpers, the vocal modulator barely managing to modify the noise.

“S’this okay?” You pant out the words sarcastically next to his ear, slowing your thrusts into harsher yet deeper ones. Ones that shove his body further up your bed and nearly bang the top of his head against the wall.

“Y—Yes!” He cried out, his voice gravelly and hoarse and raw. Squelching sounds came from the apex between his legs, from where your body was intertwining with his, and he zones into that sensation of you filling him up over and over and over again until his thighs flail and lock around your waist.

Suddenly, his body jerks once, before cum dribbles from his slit. He shudders all over, trembling breathlessly as he rides out his first high by rolling his hips just in time for the head of your cock to breach him. He clamps down there, purposely, to trigger your climax — just as he wanted.

It’s wet and warm. Ghostface can feel your cock twitching against his walls, and he has to physically prevent himself from forcing you to fuck into him again. He unwraps his legs, exhaustedly slumping against the bed. You pull out of him, rather too quickly to go on unnoticed, and practically collapse next to him.

He feels boneless, with your cum trickling out of his stretched hole.

You might’ve just successfully saved your life and a few others.

[p1astr81]

sub!oscar bc he's down bad? 😩 obsessed, give me ten

ask and I shall deliver! my second smut ever written so pls understand this isn’t my expertise.

warnings: sub!needy!oscar (obv), overstim, pnv, excessive use of the word baby, probably cringe idk, hint of dry humping

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Oscar hated triple headers, and he especially hated when you couldn’t get work off to join him for at least one of those weeks.

And god did he miss you. Your smile. Your laugh. The way you tried to drag him out of bed every morning just to be unable to move him an inch, and finally settle for kissing him until he couldn’t get back to sleep. And he missed the sweet smell of your perfume. And how the scent of your shampoo would flood his nose whenever you cuddled up with him at night. And he even missed your thievery, how you would snatch his hoodies when he wasn’t looking. The list could’ve gone on and on.

But he had to admit, even with all that sappy stuff, he did miss the sex.

He’d been so deprived of you that even the mere thought of you got him all riled up, and had his dick already hardening in his jeans.

It was definitely wrong, but the entire flight home, he was envisioning different ways to wake you up so you’d finally get him off after three very long weeks.

He never got to execute a single one though, because when he got home and crept into your shared bedroom, you weren’t there.

“Looking for something, pretty boy?” Your sweet, sultry voice brought a smile to his lips.

He turned to find your silhouette in the doorway, the only light flooding in from behind you. He quickly realized you were in nothing but a lingerie set. Not even a thin nighty covered your curves. It took everything in him to hold back a groan.

So sensual, you sauntered over to him, grabbing his face with your hands. You kissed his nose. “I’ve missed you.” You muttered.

Oscar allowed himself to grip your hips. Your breath hitched when he pulled you impossibly close. You could feel how hard he was. “Seems like you missed me, too.” You teased, a muted giggle. “And that seems really painful.”

“You have no idea.” He mumbled against your lips, already drunk on the smell of your shampoo and perfume, and the way your skin felt beneath his fingers, and the weight of your body against his.

He leaned forward, trying to kiss you properly. You pulled away, and he fucking whined.

“Someone’s needy.” You quipped.

Oscar bowed his head, shamelessly eyeing the curve of your tits. “Baby, I haven’t seen you in three weeks.”

You clicked your tongue, faking a pout that he could just make out in the dark. “Oh and that’s so long.” You purposely ground your hips into him.

His breath came out shaky. “Fuck, baby please.”

You hushed him, trailing kisses from his mouth to the curve of his neck and collar bones.

Each open-mouthed kiss sent a bolt of pleasure through him. If he didn’t do something, he was going to cum untouched. So he reached behind you and unclipped your bra.

You drew back. “Needy and impatient. What’s gotten into you?” You teased, backing him up until he’s fallen on the bed. Your lips restart their attack on his neck. “You’re wearing far too many clothes.” You breathlessly, complain. While you fumble to remove his shirt, Oscar is undoing his pants. He didn’t need to be told twice.

“So fuckin sexy.” You rasped, your hands traveling down his bare chest, tracing the grooves of his muscles. The soft biting of your lip drove him insane.

His jeans had been thrown somewhere in the room. It left the both of you in your just underwear. He took hold of your hips and rolled them against his own. The both of you moaned at the contact.

Silently, you pulled his hands away from your hips, planting them to the mattress. Your lips made his way down his chest, pausing when you reached the waistband of his boxers.

“You’re torturing me.” He panted in anticipation. He didn’t like how you smiled in response, like you had a plan for more torturous activity.

Of course, you did.

You mouthed his dick over his boxers.

Oscar stuttered a whispered curse. He gripped your hands, his head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, and his mouth open in a silent moan. “Fuck, oh fuck, fuck.” He moaned, high pitched. “Please, need you.”

He groaned when your fingers dipped under his waistband and peeled his boxers down his legs. His dick was impossibly hard and throbbing with need.

“Shit,” you cursed, finally letting go of his hands. “You’re so hot like this.” Shedding your panties, you made your way back up the mattress, shattering his hopes that you’d take him down your throat. You cupped his cheek. He was so blissed out and hadn’t even cum yet. “Tell me what you need.”

His hands ran up and down your legs while you hovered over him, he fought the urge to buck up into you. “You— I need, hm, I need you to—“ Before he could even finish, you sunk down on his cock, taking him fully in one go. A symphony of moans filled the room.

You only got three strokes in before his hands shot to your hips and stopped you from moving. “Wait— wait.” He panted. Brows furrowed, you questioned the action. “I’m, if you keep going I’m gonna cum.” He squeezed his eyes shut. “I’m so close.”

You held back a laugh. “Already?” You feigned remorse, choosing to tighten around him.

He gasped. “Shit, shit. Don’t do that.” He pleaded.

You did it again and earned another gasp. “Seriously, I’m gonna cum.” Pleading, glazed over eyes looked up at yours.

Gently, you took his hands in yours and relocated them to your tits. “Good.”

He tried to protest when you started to move again, but was cut off by his own moans. He mumbled out incoherent praises, struggling to catch his breath.

You leaned forward, placing a quick kiss on his lips. “Feels so good.” You muttered, and he greedily swallowed your moans.

The new angle felt even better. Oscar didn’t last long. He didn’t even get a chance to warn you before he was cumming inside you. Good thing you were on birth control. He pulled you down to muffle his moans against your lips.

But you didn’t stop. You continued to rock your hips at a steady pace, which was all fine until the pleasure started to become too much for Oscar.

“Ah, fuck, babe please-“

“Do you want me to stop?”

Oscar remained silent, but continued to fill the space with his shaky, breathy moans and incoherent muttering. “Perfect, so perfect.”

You sped up your movements, so close to the brink. Hiding your face in the curve of his neck, you gripped onto his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. He hissed, but didn’t complain.

He could tell you were close based on your quickening breaths and how your moans gradually increased in pitch. His fingers met your clit, and only circled it three times before you collapsed over the edge, body shaking. Oscar came for the second time and pulled you off of him after riding out both of your highs.

His fingers tangled in your hair as he confessed his love to you. You smiled and kissed him lazily, eyes closed as sleep tried to drag you away.

“Hey, not yet. Shower first and then sleep.” Oscar advised, picking you up before you could protest.

[saiyanprincessswanie]

Picture Perfect

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Word Count: 978

Summary: Steve draws you and your baby bump.

Warnings: Fluff, Smut, P in V

A/N: Avengers Spring Bingo. @avengers-assemble-bingo Square: Steve Draws, Card # AAS 008

A/N 2: Thank you to my beta readers @late-to-the-party-81 & @lfnr-blog-blog-blog and header creator @late-to-the-party-81

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The sun was just filtering in the window in the early morning, and Steve was already working on his latest project. You. He had his drawing book and pencil in hand as he started to draw what he saw before him. You were quietly sleeping on your side, facing him as if you were posing just for him. The sounds of pencil on paper can be lightly heard in the bedroom as he takes in your features. He wants to capture your beauty just right, like he has in his past work.

This time though, the drawing will be different as you lie with your hand on your baby bump. The sight of you pregnant with his child makes him prouder than anything else. He can’t believe that he will be a father in the coming months. So he continues to draw every curve that your body is showing and every soft feature the sun is exposing to him.

After an hour of drawing, you begin to stir. You let out a low hum as you roll to your back and reach out for him in your sleepy state. Your hand drifts over the covers and your eyes softly flutter open. You notice the bed is cold and empty next to you but you hear that familiar sound of pencil on paper as you roll back to the other side. You see Steve smiling at you as he puts his pencil down.

“Good morning, sweetheart. Did you sleep well?” His soft voice carries to you and it’s music to your ears.

“Morning, Stevie,” you answer with a smile. “I slept well enough. The baby was very active during the night with his kicks.”

“I’m sorry that he kept you up again, love.” Steve walks over to his side of the bed and puts the drawing on a table next to him as he climbs back into bed. Rolling close to you, he places his hand on your belly and rubs gentle circles. He smiles when he feels a faint kick. “I bet he’s hungry.”

You sigh as your stomach makes a noise, confirming Steve’s guess. “That’s my cue to get up and eat before he gets cranky.”

“Let me make pancakes for you while you shower and change. That way, you can start your day off the right way.” Steve leans over and kisses your temple.

“If I wanted to start my day off the right way, I’d have you inside of me right now,” you reply with a smile on your face. You knew you had him where you wanted.

At the mention of wanting him, Steve’s cock starts to swell in his shorts. He would take you anytime, anywhere, just to hear the little noises you make when he’s balls deep inside of you. Your hand starts to drift down his abs to his harding cock. When your hand slips inside his shorts and gently wraps around him, he takes a deep shaky breath in, only exhaling when you softly stroke him.

“I need you, Steve,” you whine out as your hand continues to move.

That’s all Steve needs to hear. He rolls you onto your side away from him and hikes your leg over his. His thick fingers immediately start to play with your clit, rubbing it in soft slow circles making you whine out in pleasure. He then lets his fingers move to your wet pussy where he teases you again, letting the tips of them press gently into you. In response you rub your ass against his cock making sure to grind against him just right before he stops his teasing.

Kissing your shoulder, Steve strokes himself a few times before he enters you from behind. You mewl when he pushes into your tight cunt all the way and starts to pull back his hips. He thrusts softly into you at a slow and steady pace. Every move has you moaning his name and begging for more. Steve's arm wraps around you, his hand placed onto your stomach. He loves feeling you soft and round for him. Knowing he did this to you several months ago fills him with pride as he continues to take you apart.

Your moans get louder as Steve starts to speed up his pace. His fingers find their way back to your clit and he starts rubbing you more firmly so you can finally fall off the edge for him. In moments he feels your pussy tighten around his cock and you scream his name to the heavens above. A few more thrusts and he joins you, cumming deep inside you with a shout of your name.

You both lie together in bliss as his hips stop jerking. Steve sighs against your shoulder, kissing it once more. As you hum in contentment. Slowly, he pulls out of you and lies on his back. You roll over and cuddle him the best you can with your tummy pressed up against his side.

“Steve?”

“Yes, sweetheart.” Steve looks at you with a satisfied grin.

“Can I see what you were drawing before I woke up?”

His face lights up as he rolls over and grabs the drawing book and eagerly shows you what he had been up to. You stare at the paper and see how beautifully he has captured you sleeping and cradling the baby bump. It had to be one of his best sketches to date in your mind.

“I love it,” you say as you kiss him on the chest. “I can’t wait to see you draw our little bundle of joy soon. You’re so talented and an amazing artist.”

“Thanks, sweetheart, for always being so supportive and being my beautiful muse. Now let’s get up and shower so I can cook you both some breakfast.”

Your tummy starts to growl again and you giggle. “Yes, please.”

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[prettygirl-gabi]

“To the Moon and Beyond” pt.5

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd x Reader (Pazzi x Reader)

Fandom: NCAA Women’s Basketball / WNBA

Warnings: 18+ content (smut, alcohol consumption, strong language), polyamory, public teasing/flirting, fluff

Summary: A tangled history of love, heartbreak, and hidden desire leads three elite players into a secret relationship—and the WNBA spotlight.

A/N: yes this is hella long… I got in a groove and couldn’t stop writing… but yeahh enjoy!! This is also one of the longest fics I’ve ever written… will be multiple parts….cause it’s too long for tumblr… this however is the last part…

Also thank you @cowboybueckers for the banner/header

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The elevator ride up is dimly lit, the kind of low light that wraps around you like heat. There’s music from the rooftop party bleeding through the shaft, a slow bass that vibrates through the soles of our shoes.

Paige is behind me now, hands on my waist again like she can’t help it, like she needs the anchor.

Azzi’s in front of me, walking backward slightly as she talks, her eyes raking over me in this lazy, half-lidded way that makes my knees wobble. “That dress really was a weapon, huh?”

“You should see what’s underneath it,” I whisper, watching Paige’s fingers tighten slightly at my waist in response.

“I plan to,” Azzi murmurs.

The door dings, and we spill into the rooftop, wind catching my hair and the scent of lit candles, pool chlorine, and lavender from the surrounding planters all washing over me at once.

The rest of the venue feels far away up here.

It’s quieter.

Intimate.

Like it was carved out of the chaos for just us.

The jacuzzi bubbles softly in the corner, warm steam curling up like an invitation.

A small low firepit crackles nearby, surrounded by plush couches and a low table covered in desserts—berries, chocolate truffles, a few slices of cake.

A bucket of champagne sweats beside it.

I drop my clutch on the nearest lounge chair. Azzi’s already unzipping the back of her dress with zero shame. “God, finally.”

Paige shrugs out of her linen shirt, chain catching the light, eyes flicking to mine with intent.

“Gonna need help with this zipper,” I say, turning slightly.

Paige’s voice goes low. “I got you.”

She steps behind me and unzips the mini slowly, deliberately, fingers dragging just a little too soft against the curve of my spine. Goosebumps rise immediately.

Azzi’s watching from the jacuzzi steps, submerged now up to her collarbones.

“Y’all are moving real slow over there. We judging foreplay or joining?”

“Joining,” Paige murmurs, tugging the dress down over my hips and letting it pool at my feet.

I step out, stripped to a deep purple lace set underneath—clearly made for someone to gawk at.

And that someone?

Two of them.

Both very much staring.

Paige’s hands brush over the sides of my thighs. “You planned this.”

“Obviously.”

Azzi lets out a low whistle. “You’re gonna make me lose my damn mind, pretty girl.”

I toss her a wink as I climb in, the heat of the water rising up my legs, steam blurring the sharp edges of the rooftop and replacing them with soft want.

Paige’s next.

Her pants.

She takes off mid-step.

Now leaving her in a sports bra and matching boxers.

She slides in beside me, arm immediately winding around my waist under the water.

Azzi moves in close too, the triangle complete, her knee brushing mine under the surface.

It’s warm.

Intoxicating.

Soon their hands are on my thighs, my waist, my jaw—soft touches, lingering fingers, teasing looks traded like secrets.

I lean in to kiss Azzi first—slow and full, like we’ve got all the time in the world.

Her tongue flicks against mine, steady, confident, and when we finally part, Paige is already tugging me toward her, mouth crashing into mine like she waited all night for it.

She did.

When she pulls back, breathless, she grins against my mouth. “I told you I wasn’t playing.”

I bite my lip. “Then don’t start something you can’t finish.”

"I've been wanting a taste of you ever since you first walked out the elevator."

Paige slides the seat of the purple lace I have on to the side.

Adding slow rubs to my clit.

I jumped slightly at the rush of Azzi brush up against me, from behind.

Azzi, fully calculated with Paige’s touch, pushes a finger inside.

Slowly, in teasingly way.

I moan out into Paige’s lips as she kisses me.

"Can I add another one?" Azzi asked with a seductive tone in my ear.

I nod my head "Y-y-yes give me more." Azzi leans down pressing a kiss to my shoulder as she pushes another one inside.

Once they both had set a good steady pace. I moaned out as I felt Paige and Azzi find my neck, marking their claim on me even more.

"fuck don't stop, m’need more."

But instead of giving me more Azzi removes her fingers from me, so does Paige.

I whimper at the loss of contact.

I was about to protest but with the help of Paige I’m now on the ledge of the jacuzzi, as she connects her mouth with my pussy.

“Fuck-"

Paige giggles and it sends vibrations through my entire body.

"You like that baby?" I nod my head and push her into me further.

“Uhhhh I'm almost there, oh P." My legs begin to shake and I cry out but she continues, letting me ride out my orgasm. 

Before I can protest or even catch my breath.

Azzi is now face to face with my pussy.

She swipes up and down my center, brushing my clit with every stroke.

I moan out, her movements feel too good.

“Does that feel good?”

“Yes, Z.”

Azzi leans her head down and her tongue swipes over my clit.

My limbs tense up in shock before they go slack again.

I moan out. The pressure on my clit feels so good, I feel my second orgasm building up.

"Oh god, Z." I moan out, despite how quiet I’m trying to be, those words still slip out.

Paige not being any help add fuel to the fire and attaches her mouth to my hard, sensitive nipple and using her hand to pinch the other.

I feel the coil tightening again, the urge to cum hitting me harder and this time I let go.

I cum all over Azzi’s fingers, and her mouth, soaking her mouth and chin in my cum.

"Good job, ma" Paige says, her words, in a low tone sends a heat pulses through my pussy and leaves me aching for more even though I just came.

Azzi rises from between my legs slowly, chin glistening, eyes locked with mine in the kind of look that makes my whole body clench again.

She presses a kiss to my inner thigh, then another, softer one to my hip before standing fully.

“Paige,” she says, glancing at her with something hungry and reverent in her gaze, “your turn.”

But Paige doesn’t move.

Not yet.

Her arm tightens around my waist, her mouth brushing the shell of my ear as she whispers, “Let’s go to the room.”

I blink at her, dazed, still recovering. “What?”

Paige grins, and even in the low rooftop lighting, the mischief is clear on her face. “You think this is over?”

Azzi bites her lip and offers her hand to help me up from the jacuzzi. “You wanted more, didn’t you?”

I nod, unable to form words.

Paige grabs our towels, wraps one around my shoulders, and we pad barefoot across the warm tile, slipping back into the elevator.

It feels different now—more electric, like the walls are holding secrets from just minutes ago.

Inside, Paige presses me to the mirrored wall and kisses me again—slow, deep, and claiming.

Azzi stands close behind, hands smoothing over my hips, her breath brushing my neck.

The bass from the party has faded now, replaced by the hum of anticipation.

The suite is dim when we enter, but the city lights pouring through the floor-to-ceiling windows make everything shimmer.

Paige moves first, flipping on one lamp that casts a golden glow across the massive bed in the center of the room.

The sheets are a deep, silky gray, turned down like they were waiting for us.

Azzi tosses the towels toward a chair and walks straight to the edge of the bed, lying back, hair spilling across the pillows.

“You gonna make me feel as good as I made you feel?” she asks, looking up at me, legs slightly parted in invitation.

I glance over my shoulder at Paige.

She nods, and there’s nothing teasing about her anymore—only reverence, only want.

“Come here, baby,” she says softly.

I crawl onto the bed hovering over her fully naked body.

I kissed along her neck, lightly nipping at the skin. My fingers began to glide downwards, briefly teasing her before I slowly slid them in her.

I groaned feeling the tightness around my fingers, she did the same feeling the stretch. Then Azzi let out a soft whined-moan.

She tried to rut against my hand, but Paige stopped her. “Just…let her do all the work.”

I come up from marking her boobs and collarbone lips hovering over hers, “Z, baby you relax.”

She whimpered, licking her lips. I chuckled, gazing into her low lidded eyes but my hand was still…at work.

Paige decided that she would join in and climb into the bed on the other side of us with a mischievous grin on her face.

Slowly she reached between Azzi and I, adding her soft-calloused fingers onto Azzi clit.

My fingers still buried deep into her pussy. Thrusting in and out.

We worked together matching pace.

Azzi breathing hitched momentarily.

But, neither Paige nor I didn’t really care.

We just kept going.

We wanted to get her there, Paige and I wanted Azzi to feel good.

She deserved to feel good.

Especially after all the support she’s given us.

“Are you close?” Paige asked quietly, into her ear.

“Yeah, you are, I feel you clenching round my fingers, princess.” A smirk began to tug at my lips when I saw her folding.

I felt her tense up.

Paige licking her lips at the sight of me adding a third finger.

“Mm, go ahead mamas, cum on our fingers. M’know you wanna cum baby.”

Azzi’s body arched off the bed legs trying to close.

“Fuck—Y/n—P.” Azzi gasp, legs now being held open by Paige.

“i’m… i’m close, ‘m so fucking close.”

“It’s okay, let go for us.” Paige husked.

We watched Azzi’s face twist as she got closer and closer until she came.

"F-fuck!" She groaned, her pussy making sloshing noises as I continued.

We helped her come down from her high and slowly I pulled my fingers out, mine and Paige’s eyes watching Azzi’s cum ooze out of her clenching hole and drip down onto the sheets.

Paige leaned in to lick her cum off my fingers.

"Hmm.." Paige moaned, her mouth wrapped around my fingers. "Tastes.. sweet, princess.”

and I decided to take those same fingers and collected more of Azzi’s cum and putting my fingers up to her mouth. "Clean it up, baby." I ordered and she nodded before opening her mouth, tongue wrapping around my fingers sucking them clean.

Soon we were in hot shower.

Steam curls from the glass door as the three of us step into the shower, skin flushed, bodies marked with kisses and memories we’ll wear like perfume the rest of the day.

The water isn’t too hot, just warm enough to ease us back into softness.

Paige stands behind me, her arms around my waist, chin hooked over my shoulder while Azzi gently rubs conditioner into my hair, her fingers slow and reverent.

We don’t talk much—just soft hums and shared looks.

A kiss to the shoulder here, a brush of fingers down a spine there. Nothing urgent. Just care.

“I can’t feel my legs,” Azzi murmurs eventually, and we all laugh, tired and giddy.

Paige kisses the top of her head. “You’ll survive. Barely.”

We towel off together, stealing oversized robes from the suite closet and wrapping ourselves in each other on the couch. Azzi scrolls on her phone lazily while Paige checks the time.

“Interview’s at seven-thirty. Don’t let me oversleep.”

“You’re gonna kill it,” I murmur, curled into her side.

She glances at me, eyes half-lidded. “I already did. Last night.”

Azzi throws a pillow at her.

The next morning, Paige looks like a dream on national TV.

Effortless in her oversized olive leather jacket and loose plaid shirt, sleeves half-pushed up like she’s too cool to care (but of course she does, just enough).

Baggy jeans hang perfectly on her hips, white Prada loafers beneath the studio lights. She’s calm, witty, magnetic—every answer poised but still undeniably her.

America swoons.

I sip coffee backstage and watch her charm a nation in real time.

When we finally meet her outside the studio, she’s beaming, cheeks pink from the cold and adrenaline.

“Told you I’d be quick,” she says, leaning in to kiss me, then Azzi. “You two look—god, dangerous.”

Azzi shrugs like she doesn’t know exactly how stunning she looks.

Her outfit is cool-toned and effortless—loose, beige pleated trousers and a buttoned shirt that dips at sharp angles, layered under a cropped black jacket.

Understated.

Intentional.

She might as well be on a runway.

She just grins. “You looked hot up there.”

“I did, didn’t I?” Paige teases, sliding an arm around her waist. “Y/N, though…”

And then there’s me—absolutely overdressed and not remotely sorry about it.

Lavender, one-shouldered, body-hugging elegance. Wide-legged trousers that ripple like water with every step. A subtle train. Soft drapes. All for breakfast. All for them.

Paige whistles low. “You’re gonna outshine me and my TV moment, huh?”

I shrug, lips curved. “You did the early shift. I’m the brunch feature.”

Azzi laughs, her hand brushing mine as we walk. “You’re both ridiculous.”

We tuck into a quiet corner booth at the café, sunlight filtering through the windows, the scent of cinnamon and espresso wrapping around us. Paige slides into the middle seat without even asking—she always does—pulling Azzi under one arm and curling her fingers around mine beneath the table.

Azzi yawns, her head tilted on Paige’s shoulder. “I think I’m still half-asleep.”

“You’re cute when you’re half-asleep,” Paige says, kissing the top of her head before looking over at me. “You’re dangerous when you’re wide awake.”

I smirk, sipping my coffee. “And what about you? You’re always dangerous.”

She leans in, her voice dropping. “Only when provoked.”

Azzi groans. “Can you two flirt after I get caffeine in my bloodstream?”

Paige nudges her playfully. “You’re just mad because I got both kisses this morning.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Azzi mutters, but she’s smiling as she slides her foot against mine under the table. “You’re lucky I like you.”

I raise a brow. “Like us?”

She rolls her eyes but she’s blushing, tucking her chin into Paige’s jacket collar like she’s trying to hide the way her cheeks are heating up.

Paige grins, squeezing both our hands now. “You’re stuck with us, Z.”

There’s a beat. A quiet kind of pause.

Then Azzi lifts her head, eyes bouncing between the two of us—Paige, still looking like a post-interview goddess with sleepy curls and leather layers; and me, in lavender silk and all my brunch glory.

“I love you,” she says quietly. “I love you both.”

I blink, warmth blooming in my chest.

“To the moon and beyond,” she adds, soft and a little breathless. “Just so it’s on record.”

Paige’s lips part for a second like she wasn’t expecting it either—but then she leans in, presses a slow kiss to Azzi’s forehead, then to mine.

“I love you both to the moon and beyond too,” Paige echoes, and her voice cracks just slightly on the last word.

I don’t speak right away. I just look at them—these two people I never thought I’d get to have like this, not at the same time, not in the open, not without fear.

But I have them now.

“I love you,” I say. “To the moon. To the sun. To the damn edge of the universe. You’re my favorite gravity.”

Paige makes a dramatic choking noise. “You would go full poetic at brunch.”

Azzi laughs, nudging her with an elbow. “Admit it, you liked it.”

“I loved it,” Paige mutters, clearly pretending to pout but already stealing another kiss from the corner of my mouth. “Still mad you outdressed me, though.”

“Oh my god,” Azzi groans. “You’re both ridiculous.”

She says it again, but this time, she sounds proud.

And happy.

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                 -Thank You For Reading!💚💙

                             -prettygirl-gabi✨️💗

[pretty-little-mind33]

James Potter x fem!reader / Pietro Maxmioff x fem!reader

Summary: Nothing is as it seems.

Prompt: "You look familiar. Where do I know you from?"

Warnings: crossover au, death, pietro, reader, and james are all sixteen, ending is very much up to interpretation (open-ended lol), confusing on purpose 😉

~ @simp-for-fictional-people this is SO niche and so different then anything I usually write! i hope this is what you wanted, lovie!! ~

ps: while i personally fan-cast James as Aaron Taylor-Johnson in my head and use him for headers, i try and write his physical descriptions more ambiguously in my other james works because i know there are plenty of other amazing James fan-casts (including poc!james, which i really love)! however, for this story's purposes, he's supposed to look like pietro 😁 ~

JAMES POTTER MASTERLIST

PIETRO MAXIMOFF MASTERLIST

BLURB MASTERLIST

Dead.

The word rings in your ears but you don't register it. You slide through the rubble, knees scraping the pavement to reach him. Alive? You hope as you see a glimmer of those blue eyes you love so much behind the strands of silver. You whisper his name, the letters feeling wrong on your tongue as you kneel beside him. 

You see the blood seeping through his costume and your heart sinks. Dead. Dead. Dead. It's a taunting chant as you push him up to lean his head on your knees, pushing his hair away from his eyes. His eyes, which are staring at you but there's no life behind them anymore. 

"No," your voice is shaky as you clutch him, your skin vibrating as your vision blurs. "No. No. No. No," you chant to counter the voice in your head. You bend over and kiss his forehead. No response. You try his cheek as tears stream down your cheeks. "Pietro," you plead, "wake up."

Anger courses your veins as his blood stains your hands. Your head is pounding so loudly you can barely think. 

Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead.

The team calls your name. You feel like the world around you is spinning as you feel your powers acting up as you hold him closer to you, crushing his face into your chest as you sob. You feel hot and misplaced as your head is throbbing. 

Your name is screamed again but this time, you can't even see them as a blinding green light surrounds you, catching the gimmer on your wrist—the small silver bracelet Pietro had given you for your sixteenth birthday—and you fall unconscious. Your head hits the pavement, making everything turn dark. 

His hand touches yours, the background blurry. He looks like a carefree kid again, those rosy cheeks so full of life and future. "Y/n/n, wake up," Pietro whispers, grinning as you stare into his blue eyes. "Wake up now."

You startle awake, sitting up as your chest heaves. You blink, dried tears still on your cheeks. You glance around the room, it looks ancient. You're dressed in clothes you don't immediately recognize as your head continues to throb.

From your bedside, a boy jumps up. He's wearing the same clothes, only his with red accents as opposed to your green ones. His dark hair is curled messily across his features and his glasses rest lopsided on his head. "Thank Merlin!" he exclaims, his British accent thick as he rushes up to you and leans over you, smiling. "Are you okay?"

You blink, looking at his features intensely. His smile, the way his nose curves, the swoop of his hair. His eyes. 

The same ones flash in your head. 

"You look familiar," you whisper, tilting your head with confusion, "Where do I know you from."

The boy laughs. "Y/n/n, it's me. It's James."

James? James? James? For some reason the name sticks on your tongue. You look at him as your memories rush back. James. Pietro? James. 

"Jamie, right," you shake your head, touching your scalp and frowning. "Shit, what happened?"

"You fell and hit your head pretty damn hard, love," James kisses your forehead tenderly. "Madam Pomfrey says you have a small concussion," he smiles and again you have a weird sense of déja-vu.

"I had the weirdest dream," you tell him and look down at your hands, almost expecting to see the green light from around them. Your frown deepens when you see the silver bracelet from your dream. You hold your wrist up. 

"James? Where did this come from?"

James looks at the bracelet and shrugs. "Why're you asking me? It's yours." 

You turn the bracelet around, frowning again as you see a hint of two small initials engraved onto the metal.

P.M

[romana-after-dark]

Our Gentle Sins: Part 6

Dark!Logan Howlett x fem!reader

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Chapter summary: Past. Remy teaches you to drive Present. Separated, you and Logan speak to others about each other.

Warnings: This fic features non con, pregnancy, and themes of religous trauma. I will not be saying everything that happens to warm you, by clicking read more you are prepared for extremely dark themes and that you at 18+. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

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Before

“Remy!!!” You giggle, the car driving slow as a snail, with you behind the wheel.

“You are doing great, pistache, but I think you can speed up a little more now.”

You nod, smiling as you tap the gas just a bit. The car jolts forward, making Remy gasp and grab at his chest.

“Shoot!”

Remy laughs. “C’est bon, just keep going.”

He was teaching you to drive. Your parents and husband did not think you needed to learn how to drive, which you thought was silly.

‘What if I need to go somewhere?’

‘Where could you possibly need to go without me?’

‘What if we have our baby, and there’s an emergency?’

‘Call me, I’ll take care of you. Besides, you should probably worry about managing to get pregnant before you worry too hard about that, babe.’

The memory made your skin crawl, and made you more determined to learn yourself. In the distance of the parking lot, you can see Logan leaning against his bike, smoking a cigar.  When you told him during your regular lunches you returned too that he was going to teach you to drive, Logan tried to insist it should be him instead. You told him you weren’t going to learn on a motorcycle before a car. When he pouted, you said that you’d let him teach you to ride a motorcycle one day. That made him smile. He was still apprehensive, but you promised he could watch just in case.

“Look out!” Remy’s call brought you back to reality, him grabbing the steering wheel and turning only just in time to swerve the curve of the car from crashing straight into it. The car jumps the curb and you hear a loud pop, but as soon as you had heard his exclamation, you had taken your foot off the gas. For a moment the car sputtered slowly as you drove back onto the parking, then it stop with a shake. Logan was there, his hands on the hood and preventing the little bit of engine power that made the car go in drive from pushing forward. The fear in his eyes as he locked into yours make your heart clench, but you were too busy feeling guilty for whatever you did to Remy’s car.

“Remy! I’m so sorry!” You exclaim as you put the car into park.

His hand is on his heart, but he’s looking you over. “Don’t worry about me, I can heal. Did you hit your head?”

“But your car!” Tears blur at your eyes fast. This is why you never learned. You were too stupid to learn. You were just a dumb stupid idiot girl who could drive and couldn’t do math and could get pregant so what was the fucking point of you? Stupid, stupid, stu-

Strong hands pulled your face to him, eyes wide and blown out and looking over you. “Baby doll, are you hurt? Is anything hurting?”

The tears stream down your face, panic rising in your gut. Remy was going to hate you. Your friend was going to hate you.

“I broke his car!!” You exclaim, sobbing loudly. 

Confusion flitters across his face. Ever gentle, Logan takes your face in his hands, getting close so that you couldn’t avoid looking at him. “Baby, look at me. Need you to look at me.” When your eyes focused on his dark brown ones again, he gave you a little smile. “Good girl. Now listen to me. You didn’t break his car, the tire popped and the rim is a little busted, but- hey, hey listen to me,- but, Remy isn’t mad, because I’m gonna fix it, right Remy?”

From behind you, Remy speaks, his hand on your back calming you. “I wouldn’t be mad either way, pistache. I promise, it isn’t a big deal.”

You sniffle. “...Did I hurt you guys?” You ask, looking at Logan but directing the question to both.

Logan shakes his head. “We he-”

“I’m not asking about the healing, I’m asking if you got hurt.”

“Little bit in my palms, but it’s nothing now. You were going slow.”

Remy. “Not one bit, I promise. It’s okay.”

You give a little nod. “Okay.”

“That’s my girl.” Logan thumbs away a tear. 

After you calmed down down enough to tell him you were hurt, just shaken up, Logan look visibly relieved. Remy went to the store with Logan’s card (Remy promised it was okay, but Logan wanted to pay), and got the parts Logan needed to repair, Logan took you up to your room.

“Are you sure you’re okay, dolly?”

“Yeah… yeah I’m okay… Can you… maybe stay with me while Remy’s out?”

“I’ll stay with you as long as you need me.”

The accident had scared you, but what scared you more was that they’d get mad at you, hurt you. You were so prepared to take a beating, and you would have deserved it. 

“Remy isn’t mad, right?” You ask once again, still nervous.

Logan frowned. “No, no he isn’t. Not one bit. In fact, he’s probably forgotten all about it and is flirting with some unlucky cashier as we speak.”

That made you chuckle, but quickly even that joy was gone. “I thought… I thought he was gonna start yelling at me… or hit me or something… I don’t understand how he’s so calm.”

His frown turned into something dark, a coldness washing his face that sent a chill through you. This wasn’t the Logan you knew, but you’d seen something akin to it before, when the man at the store yelled at you. “Has he ever hurt you?”

Your eyes go wide. “No! No, oh my god, absolutely not.”

“Has he ever yelled at you? Because I’ll kill him, I swear to god dolly, I’ll-”

“No! Logan,” You take his hand, thumbing over the hair at the top. “I promise, Remy has never so much as rolled his eyes at me.”

There was a pause, Logan searching you for a lie, checking if you were protecting him, your soft little heart not wanting him hurt… He was skeptical.

“Then why did you think he was going to?” When Logan asks this, you shift uncomfortably in your spot at the window seat, looking away, but he squeezes the hand you hold him with. “Talk to me, please.”

You still can’t look at him, ashamed to admit what happened to you, and not really telling the full story… but Logan deserved to know. The way he looked at you, the way you felt for him… he was as good as they came. He deserved to know.

“I told you I was married…” Another light squeeze. “He um… he used to beat me. Badly…”

Logan knew this of course, Charles letting you in on this when you were sick… Ever since then, he’s been trying to figure out who your husband is so he can go slice him open, leaving his guts hanging on your church’s door, intestines wrapped around the door handle. No luck so far.

“How badly, doll?”

“Bad enough to get frequent flyer points at the hospital.” You try to joke, but Logan didn’t think it was funny.

“And no one thought it was suspicious?”

You were so uncomfortable, needing so badly to get away from this conversation. Shame filled you, but what happened, what really fully happened was so much more worse than you could ever tell him, so you gave a simpler version.

“No. I tried to tell a doctor but he… said it was my fault.” Saying it was your fault was only the half of it.

Logan looked like he was ready to commit murder. 

“Tell me his name, doll. I’ll take care of it, I promise.”

*

You didn’t, refused to. He didn’t need to go googling that name and find what comes up.

Soon, Remy returned and Logan acquiesced to going to fix the car, only leaving you when it seemed like you might have another anxiety attack if Remy’s car wasn’t fixed.

You watch from your window seat as Logan worked. He had the car up on a jack, replacing the rim and the tire like new. He looked so good like this, that tight white tank top and blue jeans, muscles straining against himself and dirtying up in grease… he looked so good. Things were getting harder and harder to retrain with him, and god, when he was like this? He was exactly the masculinity you were taught to idolize, but with a softness you didn’t expect.

Your fingers were ghosting over your panties before you could stop yourself. A tingly rush came through as you touch over your clit, a mix of shame and pleasure filling you. You never, ever touched yourself. It was a sin, it was wrong. Yout thought. Honestly, you were still recovering from everything you and your husband went through, you hadn’t had time to re-evaluate your beliefs yet. It was all so daunting… but when you swirled over your clit while looking at Logan… you couldn’t help but moan. 

Fuck it.

You were on your way to hell as it was considering what you had done back in Carolina, this was the least of your worries.

Scrambling, you pull off your panties, your skirt giving you easy access to explore your body and feeling what you liked. You imagined Logan touching you, caressing you, telling you the sweet words you’d never heard before.

‘Such a pretty girl, dolly’ he’d say, that rough voice of his crooning against your stomach as he’d touch you. ‘So pretty and good, sweet little angel.’

Logan would make you feel worthy wheen he’d slide his fingers inside.

You pump yourself with your right hand, giving your clit attention with your left and panting heavily. Eyes remained on Logan as he lifted the tire up to the rim, mounting it on again and those muscling bulging even from your view 3 floors up. You pump faster, imagine his words and gentle touches. Logan was always so gentle with you, so careful and kind and filling you with praise you didn’t get before.

‘You’re doing so well, dolly.’ He would tell you, you know he would. Logan always complimented your food, your clothes, how you were with the children… surely he’d compliment your body, how good you were for him… he called you something today, a good girl… yeah he’d call you a good girl knuckles deep, right? ‘Good girl, my little baby doll’

As Logan bolted the tire to car, you feel the orgasm approaching and echo hose words he’d said in the car, over and over again as you watched and imagined it was Logan touching you, ‘good girl, good girl, good girl’ On repeat until it crashed into you.

Caught by surprise, you cry out his name, shouting in pleasure as you ride out your orgasm on your fingers,  wave after wave of pleasure gushing out onto your fingers, body shaking with the intensity. You’d come here and there with your husband. He was pretty good looking and occasionally made things good for you, but this? This was something else. Just the idea of Logan surpassed anything your husband had given you.

Sweaty and panting, you rest of the window, forehead pressed to the cool air.

When you open your eyes, your body ran cold.

Logan was looking right at you.

After

“It’s Logan’s, isn’t it?”

You gasp, startled so much from Scott just appearing behind her more than the words, but as you clean up your spilled rice from the counter, what he said sunk in.

“Sorry.” Scott mumbles, brushing the rice into his hand to throw away. “Thought you heard me come in. I wasn’t quiet.”

“I’m partially deaf, right ear.” You tap it, trying to steer him away from his questions. “Can’t really hear much out of there.”

He’s still staring at you. “That didn’t answer my question.”

Heat creeps up your body. You didn’t want anyone to know, but you were also scared for Scott. Everyone knew their animosity. That will happen when you sleep with a man’s wife. “I don’t know what you mean.” If Scott figured out you were pregnant with Logan’s baby, it wouldn’t take long for him to figure out you aren’t talking to Logan. If he thinks anything is amiss in your relationship, you’re concerned he’ll confront Logan. 

“You can talk to me.”

The urge to laugh at that was strong. You couldn’t even tell Remy what happened, why would Scott think you’d talk to him? You barely knew him. And thank fucking god Mr. Xavier was away or you’re sure he’d pick up on all this. You didn’t want to talk about it. You wanted it to have never happened. You wanted your Logan back. You wanted the Logan you knew before.

“Did he hurt you?”

You hadn’t realized you’ve been staring off into space, but his words make you snap over to him, looking right into his glasses.

“No!” You say quickly, the words sputtering out as denial seeps into your bones. “No, Logan wouldn’t hurt me, Mr. Summers. Logan just wouldn’t. He would do that!” Tears burn behind your eyes as you protest too much. “Logan is kind, and he’s gentle and he- he protects me! He wouldn’t hurt me!”

“Hun-”

“HE WOULDN'T! He protects me! Logan wouldn’t hurt m-me!” The final words came out in a sob, and you realize how suspicious you sounded. Were you saying this to Scott, or to yourself? Were you really denying what he’d done? If you were, you were as crazy and Logan was… but something about your words felt… good. Logan wouldn’t do that to you. Logan isn’t a rapist. 

There’s a beat of silence, Scott’s mouth opening to protest, but he seems to think better of making a crying girl cry more.

“Alright hun, if you say so. Logan wouldn’t hurt a fly.” There is a hint of sarcasm, but it was light enough you could brush it off. Your Logan wouldn’t hurt a fly. Your Logan came into your room as you screamed at a wolf spider, trapped it in his hands and let it go out the window. Your Logan held your in his arms when the nightmares didn’t relent, even though he had woken up from his own. No one understood your Logan. 

*

The girl was sleeping in the back seat.

Kurt and Logan’s pairing had been intentional. Kurt, a devout Catholic, was there to try and sway girl family with theology, convince them that their mutant daughter, Cecilia, was not possessed, but rather gifted by God, who had a divine purpose for her. They preferred to keep families together if possible, not wanting to separate children from their families.

When that didn’t work, and Kurt’s bleeding heart struggled to do what had to be done, that’s where Logan came in. No one was killed, but Logan came close with the father. When he looked at the young girl, he saw you as a teenager, needing help.

Now, as they drive back to New England, she rested, underweight and no sleep for days. They’d stopped at a Culvers, Kurt’s favorite, and got her a whole meal with ice cream included, which she devoured, and they were off.

“You and the young fräulein on the outs, my fruend?”

Logan rolls his eyes. “Everyone single one of you is so fucking nosy.”

“Judging by the tone, I’d say that’s a yes”

Kurt was lucky Logan liked him. He sighs, gripping the steering wheel as Kurt chows down on some fries. “There may have been a mild… disagreement.”

He chuckles. “And what did you do?”

“The fuck makes you think it’s my fault?”

“Deine kleine Puppe würde keiner Fliege etwas zuleide tun”

“English”

“You’ve lived all these years and you never bothered to learn another language?”

“Kurt.”

“Your little doll wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

Logan snapped his head over to his driving partner. “What the fuck did you just call her?” His tone was harsh, an aggression Kurt wasn’t used to towards him.

Kurt frowned. “Little doll?”

“Don’t fuck’n call her that.”

A beat. “Why?”

“That’s for me. Not you.”

The confusion was clear, but Kurt knew better than to push it.

“When was the last time she’s been to church?”

That made Logan glance over again. “Since she left her family, probably.”

He nodded. “Maybe offer to bring her some weekend.”

Logan couldn’t help but laugh at that. “The church sent her off to be married to a whole ass adult at 16 and let her get abused. I don’t think-”

“The IBLP is a fucking cult, Logan. But not every church is like that.”

A scoff escapes him. “I’m sure. Let me guess, you want her to go to your church?”

Kurt smacked him. “You know damn well I can’t go to mass looking like a demon. Cece’s family about had a panic attack seeing me. No, Logan, I mean like, something less intense. I’m not an idiot, I know you can’t just drop someone into a catholic church. Something like Unitarian Universalist, or a nondenominational church, somewhere she can worship how she chooses.”

There’s a bit of quiet, but Logan is thinking it over. His first instinct was to keep you away from any church ever after what happened to you, but clearly not everyone religious is bad. Hell, Kurt was going to be a priest for a while, and he’s alright. Maybe you needed that. You did still believe… after all your long late-night talks, he knew that much… Considering the baby you were carrying, maybe this would help calm your nerves. You needed hope, a reminder in love and how important family was, how important the family he had with you was…

Thanks for all the love you've been giving this series! It genuinly means so much.

As per the last poll, Im surprised t find remy is makin everyone suspicious! Crazy!

Anyway, now that we've met Kurt and Scott....

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Can I request something with Kokomi, just a soft moment maybe like on the cusp of a relationship but neither she or reader have much of an idea how to go about it. Either because of how busy or inexperienced they might be, but they do like eachother.

Beneath the Moonlight

Summary: In the quiet serenity of Watatsumi Island, Kokomi finds herself reflecting on the pressures of leadership and the weight of her responsibilities. When you quietly join her on the beach, you share a tender, unspoken moment of understanding. As Kokomi grapples with the idea of letting her guard down, you offer reassurance, creating a connection between you both that feels like the beginning of something more. Both unsure of how to proceed, you find comfort in the quiet bond you share, knowing that you don’t need to rush what is slowly starting to bloom between you.

Tags: Kokomi x Reader, Soft Moment, Slow Burn, Quiet Romance, Mutual Understanding, Tenderness, Emotional Vulnerability, Comfort.

Warnings: Light introspection on leadership burdens, Uncertainty about romantic feelings.

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The moon hung low in the sky, casting a soft glow across the serene waters of Watatsumi Island. The waves, gentle and rhythmic, lapped at the shore, as if whispering secrets to the land. Kokomi stood on the beach, her gaze fixed on the horizon. The night air was cool, and a light breeze stirred the flowing strands of her pinkish-peach hair, the bluish tips shimmering softly under the starlight. It was one of those rare moments when she could steal a few moments for herself, away from the constant demands of leadership and strategy.

You had arrived quietly beside her, careful not to disturb the tranquility that seemed to envelop her. Kokomi always carried herself with such grace, but you could see the subtle strain in her posture—the way her shoulders seemed a little too tense, the faint lines of exhaustion around her eyes, though they were usually hidden behind her composed demeanor.

“Are you feeling alright?” you asked softly, breaking the silence between you.

Her head turned toward you, her eyes meeting yours with that same serene intelligence that had always captivated you. “I am well,” she replied, her voice as gentle as the ocean’s murmur. “Just... reflecting. There’s always so much to do, but the sea... it helps me think clearly.”

You nodded, knowing she wasn’t just talking about the island’s needs but perhaps about something deeper, something she rarely spoke of—her own desires, the weight of her leadership, and maybe the quiet longing she kept hidden beneath that ever-present calm. You felt a stirring inside you, an ache of understanding, and a desire to ease that weight, even if only for a moment.

“I’m glad the sea can offer you peace,” you said, offering her a small, sincere smile. “If you ever need a break... or someone to just listen, I’m here.”

Kokomi’s lips curved into a soft, fleeting smile, her eyes softening as she looked at you. There was something in her gaze, something unspoken, that made your heart flutter. You could tell she appreciated your offer, but at the same time, she seemed hesitant—almost as if unsure how to take it.

“I... I know,” she murmured, looking back to the horizon. “It’s just that... sometimes I wonder if I’ve lost the ability to take a proper break. To let my guard down.” Her voice trailed off, the words more vulnerable than you expected.

You shifted a little closer, not wanting to intrude but also not willing to leave her to wrestle with this alone. “It’s alright,” you said quietly, your voice filled with a tenderness you didn’t quite know you were capable of. “We don’t always have to know how to let our guard down. It happens when it happens. And... if you ever want someone to share that moment with, I’d be honored.”

Kokomi turned to look at you again, her gaze a little warmer now, though still tinged with uncertainty. There was an unspoken question hanging between you—one neither of you knew quite how to answer. You could feel the chemistry, the pull between you both, but the weight of responsibility that Kokomi carried was a constant presence. It kept both of you in a limbo, neither daring to take the first step.

She took a slow breath, her fingers absently brushing the edge of her flowing sleeve. “I appreciate your kindness,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “You’ve been there for me, in ways that others... haven’t been. But sometimes, I wonder if I’m capable of offering anything in return.”

The words struck you deeper than you expected. The thought that Kokomi, with all her wisdom and grace, might feel inadequate in any way was almost unfathomable to you. You shifted closer, your heart pounding just a little faster as you reached out, hesitating for just a second before gently touching her arm.

“Kokomi, you don’t have to offer anything back,” you said, your voice steady but soft. “You already give so much to others—your people, your island, your wisdom. It’s more than enough. But... if you ever want to share something more, something that’s just for you... I’d be here.”

Her breath caught slightly, and she looked down at the ground for a moment, her mind clearly racing, grappling with something deep inside. Then, after what felt like an eternity, she met your gaze again. The silence that followed felt comfortable, a mutual understanding passing between you.

She finally nodded, the smallest of smiles tugging at her lips. “Maybe... maybe I’ve been afraid to let myself need someone. But I think... I think I might be ready to try.”

Your heart skipped at her words, the air between you lighter, somehow more open. It was a quiet admission, one that held the promise of something more, though neither of you knew exactly what that “something” might look like yet.

“Whenever you’re ready,” you said, voice barely a whisper, “I’ll be here.”

Kokomi’s gaze softened, and for the first time in what felt like forever, you saw the smallest flicker of relief in her eyes. She didn’t say anything more, but the moment, the stillness shared between you, was enough.

Under the moonlight, with the waves rolling softly at your feet, both of you stood side by side, the unspoken understanding that you shared gently binding you together, neither of you quite sure of where it would lead—but knowing, for the first time, that it didn’t have to be rushed.

For now, you would let the quiet moments linger.

[bunbun-mochi]

Never His Heart

Xavier x MC

Warning: angst, (with comfort, maybe? depends how you look at it)

Word Count: ~300, no proofreading

Preview: As the crowned prince of Philos, Xavier has his own responsibilities. His father, the king, refuses him to marry MC and arranges a marriage with someone else.

"Let's elope."

I remember Xavier saying that to me several months ago. But here we are, him on the altar while I'm standing on the side only as a guard. I felt my heart twist in thousands of different ways.

I should've said yes. I should've listened to my heart and not my head. I knew it was wrong for me to abandon this world, but I was taught to protect it.

Now I regretted it.

I gripped tightly on my saber as I watched the bride walk onto the altar. I felt tears threaten to spill when vows were spoken.

"I do," I heard her say.

But only silence from him.

I looked up only to see him press his mouth in a thin line. For a brief moment, I saw him glance at me before looking back at his bride.

"I do," he whispered.

Cheers erupted, glasses clinked, and joy was spread on this joyous sight. But all I felt was emptiness. The only thing I look forward to is when the bell rings to indicate the wedding is over.

Because then, I can cry to my heart's content.

I stare at the stars in the distant sky. A lone shooting star zipped through the sky. Every time that happens, I would make a wish.

This time, I didn't. Because no matter how many shooting stars there are, none will ever fulfill my wish. Because he is gone.

"I thought I would find you here." I heard a voice behind me. I felt my heart stop for a moment. Tears poured out of my eyes again.

Then warm hands embraced me from behind. And that's when my heart started to untwist itself. I leaned into the warm embrace. I wished we could do this just as much as we had done before, but I knew that wouldn't happen. He's now married. To someone else. I felt him gently kiss my neck. Part of me wanted to push him, to tell him it was inappropriate, but part of me wanted to hold him closer until he had to go.

"Let's elope." I heard him say it again.

I looked into his sky-blue eyes, filled with anticipation and hope. "But..."

"I didn't sign anything. Let's go."

"Now?"

"Yes."

I felt the corners of my mouth curve up. "Alright. Let's elope."

She grew up with everything. Her father was very influential with the royal family. Whatever she wants, she gets. When she saw the crowned prince, she knew who she wanted to marry.

However, this was the first time she didn't get what she wanted.

Every time she gets, she tries to get the prince to fall for her. But each time she gets closer, she ends up getting further instead. His eyes never lay on her but on someone else.

He only smiles for that someone else.

He only touched with his bare hands with that someone else.

He only talked so softly and so lovely to that someone else.

But with her. He only looks at her, touches her, and talks to her when it is necessary.

But when her father finally pulled some strings, she finally got her wish.

She stood on the altar, beaming, thinking she had won in life. She finally married the love of her life.

Oh, how wrong is she. She married him, but never his heart.

His heart had already been taken by someone else. That someone else. And he never intended to give her his heart.

In the end, the only thing she got was the marriage certificate. Because the prince is nowhere to be found.

He had left her for someone else.

To this day, she is left by her lonesome self, while the person she loves is with his lover.

Note: Ok, I need this off my chest. I didn't read much of the myth stories for all LADS LI (except Sylus standard myth) bc I'm terrified. I heard it's sad and I'm scared to read them. So here's my question, why did the previous king of philos just force Xavier to not see MC? Or like force him to marry someone else or something? idk, I think I've been reading too much manhwas.

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[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Ok picture this….

Reader and Tommy get married at the Little White Chapel in Vegas and then go back to the hotel for some rough passionate wedding night sex…

Romantic But Sexy » Tommy Lee

Pairings: Husband!Tommy Lee x Wife!Reader

Summary: You and Tommy have a romantic but sexy night after getting married.

Warnings: mix of Fluff and Smut (18+), language, sweet/dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, fingering, female receiving, unprotected sex, rough sex/love making, praise kink, pet names

A/N: Thank you for requesting @marvelobsessed134 🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

“I’m so happy we did this.” Tommy almost whispers, kissing you softly.

“Me too, baby.” You whispered back. “What should we do now that we’re a newly married couple?” You asked.

“I think you know what we should do.” He smirks.

You bit your bottom lip before kissing him once more. You and Tommy couldn’t keep your hands off of each other the whole ride to the hotel. As soon as you two got to the hotel, you two were making out and bursted through the door of yours and his hotel room. Tommy kicked the door shut with his foot and made sure to lock it. He then pinned you against the wall, kissing you hungrily but passionately.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to see you in this dress, baby.” Tommy whispers. “Now, I want it off of you.” He says.

“You’re in for a treat, rockstar, because I have a surprise for you under hiding this dress.” You say seductively.

Tommy’s eyes are now clouded with lust. He spun you around and unzipped your dress. He pushed the straps off of your shoulders, letting it slip off of your body and revealing the white lace lingerie you’re wearing. He spun you back around so you were facing him. He got an eyeful of your lingerie. He licked his lips, loving the way the lingerie hugged your curves.

“God damn. You’re fucking beautiful and sexy.” He says, licking his lips.

You stood on your tippy toes to kiss his lips softly.

“It’s your turn to show me some skin, rockstar.” You whispered seductively.

You walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge of it, leaning back on your elbows. You bit your bottom lip as you watched your husband strip off his clothes. You licked your lips at the sight of his naked and tattooed body. Tommy walked over to you and hovered over you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before slowly moving his lips downwards. He marked you up as he did so. You moaned softly when his teeth nipped on your skin.

You arched your back just enough for Tommy to slide his hand to your bra clasp and unclasp it. He threw your bra somewhere in the room. He then placed soft kisses on your breasts. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties and pulled them down your legs, dropping them on the floor. Tommy pulled you closer to the edge of the bed before he crouched down in between your spread legs. He kissed the insides of your thighs, making his way up to your pussy. You shivered when you felt his breath on your wet pussy.

Tommy licked from your entrance to your clit, a soft moan leaving your lips. He wrapped his arms around your thighs and started eating you out like a starved man. You grabbed ahold of his hair, tugging on it as he ate you out. He moaned against your pussy, moaning at your taste.

“Oh fuck, Tommy!” You moaned.

Your moans urged him on. He then attached his lips on your clit. Tommy brought a hand up to your pussy, sliding two fingers inside of you. He fucked you with his fingers while he sucked on your clit. His fingers fucked you at a decent, but a loving pace. He curled his fingers, hitting that one spot inside of you perfectly. You moaned out loud.

“You’re such a good girl for your husband, aren’t you, baby?” Tommy praises in a murmur.

You moaned and nodded in response. The sound of your moans went straight to his cock, which is almost becoming uncomfortably hard. He sped up the thrusting of his fingers. You threw your head back in pleasure, your eyes fluttering shut and your lips parted. Tommy practically moans when he felt your pussy squeeze around his fingers.

Tommy reached his free hand up to your breasts to play with them. His hand cupped one of your breasts, giving it a gentle squeeze before giving your nipple a pinch. He did the same thing with your other breast. A pleasure filled squeak left your lips. You put one of your hands on top of his hand that’s on your breast, holding it there.

“Do that one thing with your tongue please.” You begged.

“You mean this?” Tommy asks with a smirk, flicking his tongue against your clit.

“Oh yes!” You moaned loudly, bucking your hips against his face.

Tommy smirks to himself. He knows how much you love it when he does that with his tongue. His tongue momentarily swirled around your clit before going back to a flicking motion. His fingers continued to fuck your pussy. He curled them every now and then, hitting that one spot inside of you. Your back arched off the bed in pleasure. His name left your lips like you were chanting it.

“I can feel you getting close, baby girl.” Tommy almost whispers. “You gonna cum for me?” He asks in a cooing voice.

“Yes!” You moaned.

Your orgasm built up quickly. It always does when he flicks his tongue against your clit. His fingers sped up their thrusts, helping you chase your high. You felt that coil inside of you snap. You moaned his name loudly as you came. Tommy’s fingers and tongue fucked you through your orgasm before pulling away. You whined at the empty feeling. Tommy licked your release off his fingers, moaning at your taste.

Tommy leaned up, kissing you hungrily. You moaned against his lips when his hard cock bumped your pussy. He pulled away to flip you onto your stomach. Your ass was sticking out toward him. He gave your ass a playful spank. He wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking it a few times before rubbing it against your pussy to get it wet with your slick. He then lined his cock at your entrance, sliding it inside of you inch by inch.

“Tommy…” You moaned softly.

“You’re being such a good girl, babe.” Tommy praises softly, patting your ass.

Tommy rubbed his hands along the middle of your back before settling them on your hips. His thrusts started off slow, but got gradually faster and a bit rough in a loving way. Both of you quickly got lost in the pleasure.

“Fuck. You’re tight.” He moans.

Tommy bit his bottom lip as he looked down at where the two of you are connected, watching his cock thrust in and out of your pussy, covered in your slick.

“Fuck…” He moans.

Tommy moved your hair to the other side of your neck and leaned down, kissing along the back of your shoulders. One of his hands left your hip to turn your head toward him, kissing you sloppily. You moaned against his lips.

“You looked so beautiful today.” Tommy murmurs against your lips.

“You looked handsome.” You murmured back.

His free hand slid its way from your hip to your clit, rubbing it in circles. You moaned against his lips and curled your toes at the feeling.

“More please.” You begged.

“You want more, baby? I’ll give you more.” Tommy says huskily.

Tommy leaned back to his original position and began thrusting faster. Your mouth fell open, moans of his name leaving your lips.

“Oh my god! Yes!” You moaned.

Your hands held onto the sheets beneath the two of you, clutching the fabric. His cock hit that one spot inside of you perfectly every time as he sped up his thrusts. A pornographic moan left your lips. It was like music to Tommy’s ears.

“I love the cute sounds you make when I’m fucking you, babe.” Tommy says.

Your pussy squeezed around his cock, making his moan. His fingers continued to rub your clit as he slowed down his thrusts a bit to prolong the orgasms that were building up for the two of you.

“I wish we had a mirror in front of us so you can see how beautiful and sexy you look on my cock right now. You know, like at home.” Tommy says.

You moaned at his dirty words.

“Oh, you’d like that, don’t you, baby?” He says.

“Mhmm.” You moaned.

You felt your orgasm building up. So was Tommy’s. Your hands clutched the sheets tighter. Tommy’s thrusts sped up a bit, his fingers still rubbing your clit.

“You gonna cum, baby?” He asks.

“Yes! Fuck, please!” You moaned.

“Cum for me. Make a fucking mess on my cock.” He almost growls.

You felt the coil in your stomach snap and a loud moan of his name left your lips. Tommy fucked you through your orgasm and rubbed your clit a few more times before focusing on his own orgasm.

“Fuck, baby…” Tommy moans.

Tommy’s thrusts got a little bit sloppy, but he regained rhythm. Then he came inside of you. He thrusted a few more times before pulling out of you. He collapsed on the bed next to you and pulled you closer to him. You laid your head on his chest and put your thigh on top of his. His hand caressed your thigh.

“Fuck. That was amazing.” Tommy says after a few minutes.

“Mhmm.” You hummed.

Tommy rolled you onto your back and got on top of you. He put his weight on his forearms so he didn’t crush you.

“I love you, babe.” He whispers, pecking your lips softly.

“I love you too, Tommy.” You whispered back.

🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

-Bucky’s Doll

[airbendertendou]

BLUE BOY! ♡

synopsis : [name] meets someone a little… captivating while waiting for a friend from housen. kantou!mikey in mind.

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The streets of Shibuya welcome you jubilantly. You browse store’s windows with pursed lips, remembering what caught your eye and what you think others would like. With a vibrated chime, your phone beckons for your attention, drawing it away from the necklace you’re looking at.

yuken !!

omw

see u there shortly

Scrunching your nose in excitement, you grin and send a simple heart back. He’ll know what it means — will know how happy you are to see him. Humming happily, you continue your small stroll, keeping an eye out for blond hair or the store you’re meant to meet at — whichever comes first.

A crash interrupts your quiet afternoon. You ignore it, only watching from the corner of your eye as a tattooed boy runs past ; he’s followed by a few others. You shrug, deciding to mind your business and keep your eye out for your close friend.

As you turn, a flash of shoulder length blond hair catches your attention. With a grin, you race after him and tap on his shoulder excitedly. “Didn’t think you’d sneak pas— huh?”

Except, the guy turning around is not Odajima Yuken.

Soulless, enticing black eyes meet yours. He raises an eyebrow — you jerk your hand away from his shoulder, his touch suddenly burning you. It feels like you’re the only two ; like an entire city has disappeared and left you in the rubble.

Gulping, you try to reign in your shocked expression, composing yourself clumsily. “Sorry, I—“

“You know this person, boss?” Someone new stands to his right. Black hair is styled in a sort-of-mohawk way, red lining his eyes until it’s pointed into a wing. He looks you over, lips curving as he does. “Not bad…”

Blackened eyes still haven’t left your figure. “I don’t.”

“I thought you were someone else,” you speak quickly. Your palms feel sweaty ; itchy with the stares piercing into you. You want nothing more than to get away from this situation ; to get away from the blond in front of you. “I’m so sorry. I’ll leave now.”

The call of your name stops you, freezes you in place. Yuken strolls up casually, his hands in his pockets. He eyes your company, “making friends?”

“Ah.” The dark haired boy speaks. He goes from the stranger to Yuken and back again. “Makes sense. They do look alike.”

Your eyes find his once more and you freeze again before looking away. “Again, I’m really sorry.”

Turning quickly, you wrap a trembling hand around the inside of Yuken’s elbow, halfway dragging him away. Get out of this situation ; get away from them. You let out a small breath of relief — you can still feel his eyes on you.

Your name is called again, quieter this time.

Kokonoi hums, looking at his boss in question. “Something up?”

Mikey doesn’t answer, simply stares after you. As you look back one last time, you can’t figure out the tingling you feel. Can’t understand why the stranger behind you emits such an odd response from you.

The right side of his mouth tilts up as you flinch and look away. “Cute.”

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The Complete Manual for SEO in 2025: Methods to Rule Search Results

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Because Google's algorithms are becoming more intelligent and user behavior is changing, search engine optimization, or SEO, is always changing. To stay ahead of the curve in 2025, you will need to combine technical know-how, excellent content, and strategic link-building. If you are a blogger, digital marketer, or business owner, learning SEO can help you increase conversions and drive organic traffic.

In order to help you dominate search engine rankings in 2024, we will examine the most recent SEO tactics in this guide.

1. Recognizing SEO in 2025

Enhancing your website's visibility on search engines such as Google and Bing is known as SEO. A higher ranking for pertinent keywords, organic traffic, and improved user experience are the objectives.

Relevance, authority, and high-quality content are given top priority by search engines. Google's algorithms have become increasingly complex in comprehending search intent and rewarding websites that offer genuine value as a result of developments in AI and machine learning.

2. Keyword Analysis: The Basis for SEO

The foundation of SEO is still keyword research. But in 2025, search intent will be more important than ever. Take into account the following rather than just high-volume keywords:

Long-tail keywords are longer, more focused terms with higher conversion rates and less competition.

Semantic keywords: Include synonyms and variations of your primary keyword because Google's algorithms can comprehend related terms.

Keywords that are based on questions: A lot of users enter terms like "how to," "best way to," or "why does." By responding to these questions, you can increase how likely you are to be featured in snippets.

The Top Resources for Researching Keywords:

For both PPC and organic search insights, Google Keyword Planner is a free and helpful tool.

Ahrefs: Offers competitor analysis, search volume, and keyword difficulty.

SEMrush: Provides backlink analysis, site audits, and keyword research.

Finding frequently asked questions about your subject is made easier with AnswerThePublic.

3. Optimizing Your Content with On-Page SEO

Improving search rankings by optimizing individual pages is known as on-page SEO. Here's how to make your content better:

a. Meta descriptions and title tags

Your title tag should contain your target keyword, be compelling, and be no more than 60 characters. Likewise, your 160-character meta description should enticingly summarize your content and entice readers to click.

b. Header tags, such as H1, H2, and H3.

Use the main title in H1.

Utilize H2s and H3s for subheadings to enhance structure and readability.

Naturalize the use of primary and secondary keywords.

c. Optimizing URLs

A clean, descriptive URL helps both search engines and users. Example: Bad URL: www.example.com/p=12345 Visit www.example.com/seo-strategies-2025 for a good URL.

d. Linking Inside

Link equity is distributed, navigation is improved, and user engagement is prolonged when you link to other pertinent pages on your website.

e. Optimization of Images

To speed up page loads, reduce the size of images.

To help search engines understand images, use alt text to describe them.

4. Improving Website Performance with Technical SEO

Making a site's backend better for search engines to crawl and index is the main goal of technical SEO.

A. Optimization for Mobile

As mobile-first indexing is the standard, make sure your website is responsive. Google's Mobile-Friendly Test can be used to test your mobile performance.

b. Page Speed and Essential Web Elements

Google takes into account Core Web Vitals (LCP, FID, and CLS) and page speed when determining rankings. Boost speed by:

making use of a content delivery network (CDN).

making videos and pictures better.

turning on browser caching and minifying JavaScript and CSS.

c. Make Your Website Secure with HTTPS

Safe websites are given priority by Google. Convert your website to HTTPS if it still uses HTTP for better search engine rankings and user confidence.

Robots.txt and XML Sitemap

Make sure that all of the key pages are indexed by submitting an updated XML sitemap to Google Search Console. A robots.txt file can also be used to prevent the crawling of unnecessary pages.

5. Developing Authority and Trust through Off-Page SEO

a. Creating Links

One important ranking factor is still backlinks. Quantity is not as important as quality. Pay attention to:

guest posting on trustworthy websites.

Links are created by having high-quality content.

"Broken link building" is the process of identifying and fixing broken links.

Consider using HARO (Help A Reporter Out) to get backlinks from news websites.

b. Social Media Brand Mentions

Despite social signals not being direct ranking factors, a strong social media presence can boost credibility and drive traffic.

c. Local SEO and Internet critiques

If your business operates locally, encourage customers to leave positive reviews on Google My Business and Yelp. The local SEO rankings of your business are also raised when local citations contain your company's name, address, and phone number.

7. The Growth of Voice and Zero-Click Searches

It is imperative to optimize for voice search given the popularity of smart assistants like Alexa and Siri.

Make use of FAQs and keywords in natural language.

Because many voice searches are location-based, make sure your website is optimized for local search engines.

There is also an increase in zero-click searches, in which Google provides an answer right in the SERP. In order to appear in featured snippets:

Give succinct, well-organized responses.

For clarity, use lists and bullet points.

8. The Synergy of Content Marketing and SEO

Content marketing and SEO are closely related. For 2025 success, concentrate on

1,500+ words of long-form content that offers comprehensive answers.

Integration of multimedia (podcasts, infographics, and videos).

User interaction promotes sharing, comments, and conversations.

9. Tracking and Enhancing SEO Results

Use resources such as:

Google Analytics: Monitors conversions, traffic, and bounce rates.

Data on indexing and keyword performance is provided by Google Search Console.

Analysis of competitors and backlinks is provided by Ahrefs and SEMrush.

Important data to monitor:

an increase in organic traffic.

ranking of keywords.

CTR stands for click-through rates.

bounce rates and dwell time.

Conclusion: Make Your SEO Strategy Future-Proof

The process of SEO is continuous and necessitates continuous modification. Creating valuable content, staying up to date with algorithm changes, and focusing on technical optimizations are all ways to maintain high search rankings in 2025.

Ready to make your website more successful? Put these tactics into practice right now, and see how your organic traffic increases! 

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Optimizing Your Online Presence with Expert SEO and WordPress Services

In today’s competitive digital landscape, a robust online presence is essential for businesses to thrive. Whether you're running a small blog or managing a large e-commerce platform, search engine optimization (SEO) and a well-maintained website are the cornerstones of success. At Jazinfotech, we specialize in providing tailored SEO and WordPress solutions that help businesses grow and stay ahead of the curve.

Why SEO Matters for Your Business

SEO is not just about ranking higher on search engines—it's about creating a seamless experience for your audience. With over 3.5 billion searches conducted on Google daily, ensuring your website is optimized for search engines is critical to attract organic traffic, increase visibility, and improve conversions.

Effective SEO involves various elements, including keyword research, on-page optimization, technical SEO, and link-building. Each component plays a significant role in improving your site's search engine ranking. At Jazinfotech, we use proven strategies to ensure your website’s content, structure, and user experience are fully optimized for search engines, driving better results.

Expert WordPress Services

WordPress powers over 40% of websites on the internet, and for good reason. Its user-friendly interface, flexibility, and vast plugin ecosystem make it a top choice for businesses looking to create or enhance their online presence. However, just having a WordPress website is not enough; it requires ongoing optimization and maintenance to ensure it's performing at its best.

At Jazinfotech, we provide comprehensive WordPress services, from initial website development to ongoing support and maintenance. Our team of WordPress experts ensures that your site is not only visually appealing but also fast, secure, and optimized for SEO.

You Achieve SEO Success

Comprehensive Keyword Research and Analysis Understanding the terms your audience is searching for is the first step in effective SEO. Our team at Jazinfotech conducts thorough keyword research to identify the best keywords for your business. We analyze search volume, competition, and user intent to develop a strategy that will drive quality traffic to your site.

On-Page SEO Optimization On-page SEO involves optimizing individual pages to rank higher and earn more relevant traffic. This includes optimizing title tags, meta descriptions, header tags, images, and internal linking. At Jazinfotech, we ensure that every page of your WordPress site is optimized to meet both user needs and search engine requirements.

Technical SEO Technical SEO is a behind-the-scenes effort that ensures your website is crawling and indexing correctly. It includes optimizing site speed, mobile responsiveness, structured data, and fixing issues like broken links and duplicate content. Our team ensures that your WordPress site is technically sound, providing a smooth experience for both search engines and users.

Content Strategy and Blogging Quality content is at the heart of any successful SEO strategy. Jazinfotech helps you develop a content strategy that aligns with your audience’s interests and search intent. Regular blogging, optimized for both readers and search engines, is a powerful way to attract visitors and establish authority in your niche.

Link Building and Outreach Building high-quality backlinks from reputable websites is essential for improving your domain authority and search rankings. Jazinfotech uses white-hat link-building strategies to ensure your website gains credibility and improves its SEO performance.

SEO Analytics and Reporting Tracking your SEO performance is key to understanding what works and what needs improvement. Jazinfotech provides in-depth SEO analytics and reporting, giving you actionable insights into your website’s traffic, keyword rankings, and overall performance.

SEO and WordPress Services?

At Jazinfotech, we pride ourselves on delivering customized SEO and WordPress services that meet the unique needs of each business. Our team stays up-to-date with the latest SEO trends, Google algorithm updates, and WordPress best practices to ensure your website stays ahead of the competition.

Whether you're looking to optimize your existing website or develop a new WordPress site from scratch, Jazinfotech is your trusted partner in achieving digital success. With our proven track record of helping businesses improve their online presence, we’re confident that we can help your business grow and thrive in the digital world.

Conclusion

Investing in SEO and WordPress services is an essential step toward building a successful online presence. At Jazinfotech, we combine our expertise in both areas to offer a comprehensive solution that helps businesses achieve their goals. Let us help you optimize your website, increase traffic, and boost conversions. Contact us today to learn how our tailored services can make a difference for your business.

About Jazinfotech

Jazinfotech is a leading provider of SEO and WordPress services, offering customized solutions to businesses of all sizes. With a team of experienced professionals, Jazinfotech helps businesses optimize their online presence and achieve their digital marketing goals. Whether you're looking for SEO optimization, website development, or ongoing maintenance, Jazinfotech is your partner for success.

This blog post highlights Jazinfotech’s expertise and how businesses can benefit from its SEO and WordPress services.

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5 Essential SEO Tips to Boost Your Website's Visibility!

Hey, digital marketers! Ready to enhance your website’s search engine ranking? Here are five powerful SEO tips to help you climb those search results in no time:

Keyword Research is Key: Start with thorough keyword research to identify what your audience is searching for. Use tools like Google Keyword Planner or Ahrefs to find relevant keywords and incorporate them naturally into your content.

Optimize Your Content: Make sure your content is high-quality and answers users' queries. Use headers, bullet points, and images to break up text and enhance readability. Don't forget to include your target keywords in titles, meta descriptions, and alt tags!

Mobile-Friendly Design: With more users browsing on mobile, ensure your website is responsive and easy to navigate on all devices. Google prioritizes mobile-friendly sites in search rankings, so don’t miss out!

Build Quality Backlinks: Focus on earning backlinks from reputable sites in your industry. Guest blogging, partnerships, and creating shareable content can help you gain those valuable links and improve your domain authority.

Monitor and Adjust: SEO (Search Engine Optimisation) is an ongoing process! Use tools like Google Analytics and Search Console to track your performance. Regularly analyze your data and adjust your strategies to stay ahead of the curve.

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Dominate the Digital Landscape: A Guide to SEO in Parry Sound

In the vast digital landscape, Search Engine Optimization (SEO) is the compass guiding businesses to prominence. Employing effective SEO strategies is paramount for online success, and here are ways you can dominate the digital landscape through SEO:

Seamless SEO Integration 

When crafting a digital presence, weaving SEO into the fabric of your website design is crucial. Ensure your site is not only visually appealing but also search engine-friendly. Optimize page titles, meta descriptions, and header tags with relevant keywords, making it easier for search engines to understand and rank your content. A well-structured and navigable site enhances the user experience, contributing to higher rankings on search engine results pages (SERPs).

Content is King

In the realm of SEO parry sound, content reigns supreme. Develop high-quality, relevant, and engaging content that resonates with your target audience. Incorporate strategic keywords naturally within your content to enhance visibility. Regularly update your website with fresh, informative material, signaling to search engines that your site is active and authoritative. Content not only attracts organic traffic but also establishes your brand as an industry leader, strengthening your position in the digital landscape.

Link Building

Link building serves as the bridge connecting your website to the broader digital landscape. Cultivate a robust backlink profile by securing links from reputable and relevant sources. Quality over quantity is key; focus on acquiring links from authoritative sites within your niche. These links act as endorsements, signaling to search engines that your content is trustworthy and valuable. A well-structured link-building strategy propels your website upward in SEO rankings, dominating the digital competition.

Mobile Optimization

In an era dominated by mobile users, optimizing your website for mobile devices is imperative. Search engines prioritize mobile-friendly sites, considering the growing number of users accessing the internet via smartphones and tablets. Ensure responsive design, fast loading times, and user-friendly interfaces, as these factors significantly impact SEO rankings. Embracing a mobile-first approach solidifies your presence in the digital landscape, capturing the attention of a diverse and dynamic audience.

Analytics and Data-driven Decision Making

Monitor and analyze SEO metrics to gain insights into user behavior, site performance, and keyword effectiveness. Utilize this data to refine and adapt your SEO strategy, staying ahead of the curve. Regular assessments empower you to make informed decisions, optimizing your digital presence and maintaining dominance in the competitive SEO arena.