#sick gazelle

[raccoonhomes]

i love melon beastars so much i need psychological help, what is wrong with me

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[martitheevans]

I swear I am not easily influenced as if I spent probably at least half the money I made in my first Real Adult Person Job during the summer on Adidas stuff because Oasis

[aajjks]

Gazelle (m)

synopsis. You’re his, only his beautiful gazelle.

pairing. gojo x fem!reader

warnings. MDNÏ. yändêrê thèmès, mátúrê ëxplïcït thèmès, ünprôtèctèd sèx, ëxplïcït sèx, scènt kïnk, hè’s sö nèèdy, kïndá sübmïssïvè gôjô, lôts óf kïssïng, präïsè kïnk, röugh fückïng, márkïng, pösèssïvè!göjö, prôfânïty, yándèrè gôjô

note. I could’ve done this so much better but…. I’m still a rookie when it comes to writing smut… hehe… also gojo loves to call you his gazelle… ifykyk… 👁️💌 ENJOY!

Gif not mine I found this on Pinterest so cr to owner.

It’s absolutely embarrassing how needy he gets around you.

Satoru Gojo is helpless around you, his beautiful and dazzling girlfriend, Y/N.

One second around you and he feels his mind shut down, his heart pumping loud so hard that he’s convinced you’ve noticed the sound of his heartbeat.

One second around you and all he can think about is fucking you so hard that the only name you remember is his.

He is a possessive guy, and you are unfairly gorgeous.

Gojo is territorial, he knows it’s toxic but you’re too precious to him, so he tries his best to make sure you stay with him, and only him.

People are disgusting, oh he knows, especially men.

Men are predators, you are like the most beautiful gazelle, Gojo is a man after all, he knows what goes into their [his] sick brain whenever you’re around.

You’re the most valuable person in Saturo’s life.

He can’t loose you.

So he just has to keep you happy, by any means necessary.

But, there’s this one way that he loves.

Pleasing you through sex.

He can’t help but pound into your heat like a desperate man, fuck, you feel so good that his mind feels numb, only the thoughts of you surrounding his brain.

“F-Fuck, ‘toru!” You yelp,

Gojo watches your beautiful E/C eyes, your lashes flutter, your face is scrunched as your bite your lower lip, your hands feel so hot around his back, “B-Baby harder!” He moans, too lost in his moment.

God you’re so beautiful like this.

“H-Harder, princess, please dig them in deeper!” He crashes his lips into yours, swallowing your breaths as he dives deeper into your core, the pressure makes your eyes roll back from the sensation,

Your nails are scratching his back so hard, the burn feels orgasming to him, he bites your lip hard, yet gentle and it spurs you on further,

Making Gojo whimper when you clench around him so tightly.

“F-Fuck princess! C-Can’t move..” he breaks the kiss, your eyes are now wide open as you look into your boyfriend’s wild cold coloured eyes.

“F-Fuck love you so much!”

“Please help me baby.. please..” Satoru sounds pathetic right now, be he doesn’t care, peppering kisses all over your tear stained face as you smile sweetly at him.

“‘m close turo.. so fuckin’ close!” How can you sound so cute at a moment like this, your tongue is lulling out of your mouth, your body feels so soft beneath his running palms all over your skin.

You’re a piece of art, so beautiful that it drives him insane.

“M-Me too baby, fuck, gonna cum together yeah?” His heart feels crazy, you nod, “gotta release me a little baby please..” he groans.

You feel so hot, he feels so hot.

He pushes your body deeper into the mattress, you don’t object as he buries his face into your neck, his breath chilling over your sweaty neck.

“So good, S-Satoru…” you praise your boyfriend, he whined into your embrace, you know how to get him so needy, that’s why he’s so in love with you.

You’re his everything.

He licks over your sensitive skin, grazing his teeth, he bites softly.

“Yn… gonna cum!” He’s almost about to cry, you inhale a deep breath, trying your best to loosen up a little around his length.

“D-Do it toru… let it go!” You kiss his cheeks, his breath is trembling as he whined again and again into your neck.

“You’re so… fuck.. you’re so good to me.” He loves you so much, Gojo loves you so much, you’re his everything, always so considerate.

How did he get so lucky?

“Baby… yn..” he calls out your name in the most soft voice, his lips hot against your skin, “want you to cum together w’me..”

He thrusts deeper into you, making you gulp before you can respond to him, you can see the stars as he mercilessly fucks you with all his might.

It. feels. so. good.

“I-I feel close, gojo..” you confess. He knows, he’s nodding into your hair, kissing you, “I know princess, let loose.”

He’s so gentle with his words yet so rough with his movements.

You know you can’t hold yourself back anymore.

He caresses your back, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, you feel his hips bucking up.

You follow him, doing the same.

And before you can think of anything, you both release together.

“My gazelle… so perfect for me every single time..” he smiles, panting hard as he presses a wet kiss on your sweaty forehead,

“it’s completely okay if you get pregnant baby.”

He winks and you roll your eyes.

[bunnys-kisses]

. 。・゜✭・mean・✫゜・。.

max verstappen liked to make you cry. it wasn't your fault, you were the sister of his infamous rival so if max couldn't make charles cry then he'd make you cry. that time he hid your favourite teddy bear and teased you for loving it so much as a teenager. the other time he pushed you into a corner and got into your face how something so pathetic shouldn't be in the paddock getting in everyone's way. you remember when he scared off a sweet boy that you were talking to a year before max left for f1, you saw how he stalked to you. you'd always remember it like a lion being possessive over a specific gazelle it wanted to feast on. only max could work you bones between those massive teeth. he loved the waterworks, how you'd sniffle and your eyes would be rimmed a deep red. how you'd wipe your eyes frantically and your plush bottom lip would wobble. it lit something sick in a young max. you learned that even bullies can win prizes and races, get sponsorships and get his way into formula one.

and what turned into teasing from a bratty teen boy turned into an insatiable hunger in adulthood. even now well into his twenties, that front lobe full developed, max still liked to make you cry. except instead of calling you names or pulling your hair, he was bullying that sweet pussy of yours. his large hand over your mouth as he had you bent in half against the couch in his driver's room. you had taken a week off of school to come see your brother, but max got you into his space before you could find charles. and that was when the fun began. you looked up at the wold champion with big, wet eyes. the tears trickled down a little onto max's hand. max replaced his hand with his other one to he could lick the salty tears off of it. the taste made him shudder, it was like tasting sparkling diamonds. the richest feeling he could have only on par with his fat cock shoved into your achy cunt. he continued to fuck you, watching your expressions change with each thrust of his hips. he had to make sure that his leaky cock was stuffed deep in your pretty hole.

the wetness in your eyes only excited him more, he continued to fuck you up against the couch, keeping you pinned under him as he fucked the daylights out of you. his weepy little cry baby.his cock touched the deepest parts of you, he wanted to make sure every last drop got pushed into the back of your pussy. letting his poor cock just batter the hell out of your sweet cunt. he had been with a fair number of women, but he was your first (and only). he wouldn't allowed anyone else to touch and your brother was (unknowingly) his guard dog. charles would never let you date someone, his only sister should be focusing on her studies. not focused on boys. but yet, max verstappen was bullying your pussy and making your mascara run down your sweet cheeks. poor thing looked like a raccoon.max silenced you with a kiss and his palms on your bare breasts.

max wanted to breed that sweet little cunt. see your bottom lip wobble as you tell your older brothers (who thought you were a virgin) that you were becoming a mother to the next greatest in formula one. don't worry, he'd make sure you were nice and safe, of course you could finish your schooling. but you might have to do it in monaco because he wanted to be with his baby. the three of you somewhere safe. you'd be closer to your family then you were before, he'd make sure that you lived a charmed life. as his, all his. his cock prodded against sensitive parts of you and you felt your brain go numb. you choked back whines as he held your mouth once more. let him just get a good feel for your soft, gentle cunt. he needed to make sure you could fit all of him, after all he'd be the only one who'd ever fuck you. you sniffled and looked at him with wet eyes. he licked his lips. you looked divine, like an angel. the kind that max got his claws into and plucked all their feathers off. the sounds of your fucking were messy and wet. you swallowed back all the moans you could, but you felt limp against him. your tears reaching your chin. you sniffled and maintained eye contact and felt the twist in your core. you looked so cute, he had made a total mess of you. you looked so pretty, the center of max's world. the subject of so many fantasies. but as your eyes almost roll back from the pleasure of it, all max couldn't get enough. he'd every way he could, make sure that a few tears slipped out. he was sadistic, but the hunger grew every time he went without. he'd be good to you, just let him finish inside. it's where it was meant to be.

"max."

the world champion loved to make you cry, except instead of pulling your pigtails. his hand was deep in your hair as he forced you up and down on his cock, drooling creamy promises into your soaked cunt.

[lanasblood]

TEMPTATIONS | miguel o’hara x reader

summary: in the midst of a vibrant nightclub, you found yourself consumed by a heady mix of desire and anticipation as you encountered miguel o'hara for the very first time, and oh, what an encounter that was.

word count: 3.6k

warnings: nsfw 18+ (minors do not interact), head empty just smut, alcohol, fingering, mention of penetration (p in v), voyeuristic and exhibitionistic behavior, kissing and touching, power play, just two horny strangers basically, 

note: my first and probably last attempt at smut (if one of my mooties sees this, ignore me, I’m testing something) 

* gif’s not mine

"Oh, I didn't order this..." A dreamy sigh escaped you as you gestured toward the glass and lifted your gaze, looking up at the waiter, who had gracefully approached you like a gazelle, carrying a round tray in his right hand. You had ordered yourself a light, spritzy cocktail because your world was already wrapped in cotton, and a strong tequila like the one right in front of you would likely exceed the perfect level of intoxication. You didn't feel sick, but thick veils of mist flickered before your eyes, and your teeth gradually felt suspiciously numb. It was the perfect time to dial it down a notch and fully savor the lighthearted moment for you enjoyed being pleasantly tipsy, without the discomfort of getting too drunk.

"The gentleman over there sends his regards and asked me to deliver this message," the waiter said with a smile, "The drink is on him."

For a moment, it felt like his words were sluggishly making their way into your hazy mind, but you snapped out of your daze and took the perfectly folded note from him. Your eyes followed his hand gesture and landed on an incredibly attractive man seated a little further away from the dancefloor, in the dim light of the club, also indulging in his exquisite drink. He had casually undone the top three buttons of his pearl-white button-down shirt, probably due to the stifling heat, and rolled up his sleeves, offering you a tantalizing glimpse of his defined chest muscles.

He flashed a stunning smile, though there was a touch of arrogance, something edgy, in it. You couldn't quite pinpoint it, but there was an intriguing allure to his expression.

This seems much more your style.

In neat handwriting, this short and concise sentence was written on the paper. You stared pensively at the glass of tequila on your table. Was it not appropriate for you to be drinking cocktails?

You offered a hesitant smile, as you delicately held and lifted the glass. A rosy hue tinted your cheeks, a blush that couldn't solely be attributed to the alcohol. His intense gaze fixed upon you, leaving a strangely electrifying sensation on your feverish skin.

"Thanks," you silently formed with your lips, getting lost in his unfathomable eyes for a moment. You couldn't quite determine the exact color of his eyes, as the darkness around him revealed little, but there was something fiery in his gaze. His slightly longer dark hair was tousled in a chaotic yet undeniably sexy way, as if he had just moments ago buried a woman beneath him in a frenzy of passion, causing his hair to become disheveled.

The thought was undeniably erotic.

Without thinking, you took a big sip of the tequila, and in that same moment, a sensation of both heat and cold sent a shiver down your spine, causing an involuntary shudder. The alcohol was relentless, mercilessly scorching your throat, and your stomach clenched uncomfortably.

You should have taken a small sip, but in your boldness, you had wanted to prove to him that you could handle the high-proof tequila, that it was your style.

As the loud thumping from the speakers reverberated in you, practically vibrating in your chest, the bright beams of light flickered at a smooth pace over the dancing crowd, gently caressing their grotesque silhouettes, briefly illuminating the flushed and sweaty faces of the people, hinting at their burning desire and fervent bodies yearning for the touch of unfamiliar hands.

"God," you murmured, choked, and closed your eyes for a moment. The glass shimmered on the table, and you pressed your thumb gently against your lower lip, trying to alleviate the persistent burning sensation.

"You were supposed to enjoy it and not see it as a challenge..."

Your body involuntarily tensed as you heard a foreign voice so close to your ear, feeling the tingling breath warm on your skin. You opened your eyes and looked up, feeling bewildered. It was him. His smile was audacious, arrogant, and strangely enticing in its own way, a promise.

You found yourself momentarily paralyzed, locked in a gaze with him, before regaining your composure and mustering a response. "I do enjoy a good challenge," you replied, your words laced with a subtle undertone that veered towards the provocative allure. You couldn't help but get lost in the depths of his eyes, feeling as if you were drowning in their almost reddish-looking intensity.

"I can see that," he responded with a charming smile, his tone dripping with amusement. It had the power to make your knees turn to jelly. Thankfully, you were seated, saving you from any potential embarrassment of stumbling over your own feet. But it wasn't just the alcohol that had your senses tingling; there was an undeniable magnetism in the air.

"It’s brave of you to come here alone," his grin sent shivers down your spine. "May I?" He nodded towards the empty seat next to you — there were plenty of free seats at your table, yet he chose to intrude upon your comfort zone and occupy the chair right beside you. Nevertheless, you granted him permission; perhaps it was his intoxicating scent that clouded your judgment and compelled you to make that decision.

"I’ve been here for a long time. And mostly alone," you let him know, observing every taut muscle as he took a seat beside you. There was something formidable about him; an immense presence. The intense longing to surrender to him clung relentlessly to you, and you found it difficult to resist the urge to actually give in. It was an experience unlike anything you had ever encountered.

He ran his right hand through his tousled dark hair, as if he had done it a thousand times before — which he probably had — and smiled at you. You found yourself lost in his enigmatic eyes for a moment. "You are drawn to danger," he stated, his voice void of any question.

"Are you not?" you asked him, crossing your legs, causing the short, strapless black dress to ride up slightly, still covering the essential areas. You could feel his gaze lingering on your bare thighs, causing his muscles to tense involuntarily.

"Mhm," with a graceful motion, he ran his hand along his jawline and briefly closed his eyes, "I guess, in a twisted way, I am." Bringing the glass of tequila to his lips, he paused for a moment, as if savoring the smoky aroma that wafted from it, before taking a leisurely sip.

“So, danger brings you here tonight?”

Your eyes instinctively traced over his muscular upper arms, the tensed muscles and the delicate hairs that adorned them, clearly visible beneath his rolled-up sleeves. As he gently placed the glass on the table, his full lower lip glistened, a subtle smile forming at the corners of his mouth. Rather than giving a conventional response, he simply looked at you, captivating you with his gaze. In that moment, his piercing eyes seemed to light up, a hint of something wild and untamed flickering across his features. His eyes were red.

You gasped for air... a shiver relentlessly cascaded down your spine, giving way to a blazing inferno that almost consumed your body. The pulsating sensation in your veins drove you to the brink of madness, while a familiar ache in your core elicited a soft sigh. This man was the epitome of masculinity... you had never experienced anything like it before.

"Do you see the woman over there?" You were still feeling stirred up, but you followed his gaze and spotted a young, quite attractive blonde woman sitting at one of the tables, no more than ten meters away, with a stunning man by her side, dark hair, sparkling eyes, and his upper arms were completely tattooed, visible through his muscle shirt.

"Yes," you whispered breathlessly.

"She resembles you in many ways." You furrowed your brow once again, puzzled by his comment. It couldn't possibly be about your appearance, as you looked nothing alike. Your gaze shifted questioningly to the unfamiliar, handsome man beside you, admiring his striking profile and the scruff of his five o'clock shadow.

He turned his gaze away from the two strangers and locked eyes with you. 

"She also loves challenges, and the danger." For a brief moment, his eyes lingered on your lips, and you couldn't help but bite down on them, causing his muscles to tense again. This time it wasn't intentional; you weren't trying to seduce him. "Watch how he’ll devour her like a vampire."

Unable to tear your eyes away, you couldn't help but give your full attention to the spectacle unfolding before you. The man leaned in towards the young woman with a seductive smile, gently brushing her hair away in a fluid motion, revealing her exposed neck, and with a stroke of his tongue across her bare skin, he left behind a moist trail.

"How did you know that?" You whispered so softly that normal people would have had great difficulty understanding you, but the man next to you had no trouble at all.

"I have my ways. Sarcasm, a healthy dose of cynicism, and the occasional tequila," he took another sip of his drink and ran his fingers through his hair, "They keep me going."

"Keep you going and make you have everything and everyone under control?" you wanted to know, a teasing undertone in your voice.

"At least, the illusion of control, yes." It wasn't his intention, but it felt as though the desire you had initially felt towards him had only grown stronger.

Shaking your head, you struggled to regain a clear mindset amidst the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body, "Illusion or not, you seem to handle it with style."

"Style, huh?" he chuckled to himself, thinking back to his note for you, a deep rumble in his chest, "I'll take that as a compliment. Besides, in combination with a good poker face, it can get you pretty far in this crazy universe."

You shifted your gaze, the woman appeared somewhat pale, while the man whispered something in her ear again —something you would have loved to hear. She shuddered, repeatedly, and her gaze gradually became glassy. Her lips parted slightly as she pressed herself against him, yearning to touch him, and perhaps even more, running her hands over her breasts and her entire body, tilting her head, biting her lower lip.

And then it dawned on you. You knew exactly what tattoo-guy had in mind. "Is he going to—" you gasped breathlessly, looking at the man beside you. "Here in the club where everyone can watch?"

He appeared completely calm and composed, not half as outraged by the spectacle before you as you were. He took another sip of tequila, letting it slide down his throat, and looked into your eyes alternately. "She wants it. There is no reason to intervene."

You wanted to protest loudly and tell him that the woman currently had no control over who or what she wanted, considering she was under the influence. But his hand on your thigh silenced you in an instant. The rushing thoughts faded into the background, suddenly seeming much less significant.

His warm hand ventured higher, erasing all the questions in your mind in a single stroke. A shiver ran through your heated body, and you couldn't help but bite down on your lower lip and close your eyes. His warm breath on your neck made you tense up. 

"What are you doing...?" Almost involuntarily, you lowered your right leg that had been crossed over, as if to grant him greater access and space.

You opened your eyes and gazed at him with anticipation, your vision hazy, your body yearning for his touch. Your hand moved across your own body as if guided by an invisible force, brushing aside the long strands of your soft hair. He wanted to seduce you, much like the man with that woman, but you were determined not to make it easy for him. The intensity of his effect on you was thrilling, almost painfully so. It was exactly what you had been seeking for in recent years – something that would consume you rather than just arouse you.

His eyes followed your hand as you raised the glass of tequila and then returned it to the table.  You had a different plan in mind — you dipped two fingers into the amber liquid, offering him a seductive smile, never once taking your eyes off him. Slowly, you brought your tequila-dripping fingers to your luscious lips, moistening them in a deliberate, tantalizing motion.

Every fiber of his being tensed up, as if it took an enormous effort for him to refrain from plunging his tongue into your lips, to savor the lingering taste of tequila and the sweetness of your skin. But with remarkable self-control, he resisted the overwhelming urge. You realized he saw through your audacious challenge, and in that moment, you knew he would give you exactly what you desired.

His hand disappeared under your dress, and you stifled a moan as he pressed two fingers against your center, through your underwear. You hadn't expected this move at all. Your body was engulfed in flames, craving his touch. But your attention remained captivated by the beautiful woman and the man that was savoring her. He had buried his head in her supple neck, kissing and sucking on her skin, leaving behind a trail of love bites. It was only now that you seemed to notice the numerous pairs of eyes around you... all of them fixated on this couple.

"Isn't it highly exciting?" he whispered in your ear, having followed your gaze. The woman moaned, seemingly enjoying the kisses in an indescribable way, sending another shiver down your spine and a pleasurable ache spreading in your lower abdomen.

"Yes," you said huskily. This man had an unimaginable amount of power over you, while you seemed to have none over him. After all, the tequila situation hadn't fazed him. "But it takes more than that to catch my attention." 

"Oh really?" he raised an eyebrow, teasingly. "And what exactly does it take to catch your attention?" You gasped as the pressure on your core increased; he was caressing you over your panties now.

"Someone who can keep up with m-me," you breathed, "Looks alone won't do the trick."

"Is that so?" Your eyes followed every motion as his tongue licked over his lower lip, almost in slow motion, the witty smile never leaving his lips. "Well, I have to say, I'm not easily impressed either. It takes more than a pretty face to pique my interest." Upon hearing that you slightly furrowed your eyebrows,"Perhaps we should put our theories to the test?"

His words, surprising and enticing at once, echoed in an incessant loop in your foggy mind. You glanced at the couple once again, feeling the crackling tension that was almost electrifying, and you would have never expected that the role of a voyeur — even if it was just observing kisses — would arouse you so much.

"Perhaps." You wanted to feel so much more from this man than just his hand and hungry glances. And perhaps you were indeed foolish to believe that you could easily wrap a man, especially this one, around your little finger, but you at least wanted to try, "Be warned, I'm not one to back down from a challenge." You pushed your hips forward, slid a little closer on the padded chair, and sank into it. Your hand wandered onto his thigh, your long nails digging into it tightly.

"Neither am I," a low growl in your ear made you shiver again, "I guess we'll see who can keep up with whom." The pressure on your core eased just for a moment before he slipped his fingers into your panties. You moaned loudly, shamelessly, as his fingers found their way between your slick folds, wet and throbbing, and his free hand closed around your jaw. He almost forced you to look into his hungry eyes, which had never looked more dangerous than in that moment. 

"So much courage should be rewarded," his warm breath met your lips as he pushed two fingers inside you. On impulse, you tensed all your muscles, and a loud, prolonged moan threatened to draw attention from all the guests. However, you bit down on your quivering lower lip with all your strength, suppressing it as much as you could.

For a moment, you forgot about his mocking gaze and completely surrendered yourself to the comforting images that flashed vividly in your mind's eye, one after another. You could clearly feel his fingers inside you, his thumb circling and massaging your most sensitive spot so charmingly,  like the most precious pearl, but in your mind, you were in a completely different place, and you knew that you owed it to him and his intoxicating demeanor. His muscular body hovering over you, rumpled bedsheets, loud moans, your long fingernails on his broad shoulders — how he kept thrusting into you, filling you up completely, and the wonderfully demonic eyes that glowed so brightly above you.

The various sensations nearly drove you insane, and you let out a loud moan as the images gradually blurred into a massive splash of colors, and you found yourself back in the club. The waves of the impending orgasm towered over you relentlessly, like a giant house of cards, and you felt that you would be buried under it any moment. And as you looked at him, you realized that one thing in your erotic short film — in which you had simply cast him as the main character — was real. The desire in his burning eyes. He stared at you like a hungry predator, and it dawned on you that it was just because of what he was doing to you — right in the middle of the club.

"If only you knew," his fingers moved faster inside you, his thumb massaging your clit incessantly, you almost lost your mind, "how much I’d like to fuck you right here on this table."

And that was it. His words were the trigger, the fateful gust of wind that brought the house of cards crashing down. Your orgasm overwhelmed you with the intensity of a comet, only to have you find yourself moments later in a consuming sea of flames. You completely lost touch with the sense of space and time, gripping his thigh with all your strength, as your muscles tightened around his fingers; as long as your orgasm lasted until it gradually subsided, and you managed to regain control over the incessant trembling.

Your gaze blurred, your breath in gasps, sweat ran down your neck and lingered somewhere between your breasts. You had absolutely no clue what had just happened and whether anyone had noticed, but to be honest, you didn't really care. You looked at this incarnate devil, who had just given you an incredible orgasm with just his fingers. He smiled a heavenly devilish smile, revealing a row of perfectly white teeth with unusually sharp cuspids. Fangs. It almost looked like he had fangs, you realized, as his red lips burned upon yours, but you hadn't tasted them yet, and without batting an eye or giving him any chance to stop you, you pressed your lips against his.

His body no longer had the strength to push you back. He tasted your lips, savored your sweet scent, and buried his hand in your long hair. As you let out a soft moan into his mouth, he wrapped his arm around your waist and with a fluid motion, positioned you straddling his lap. Once again, you gasped as his warm tongue invaded your mouth, hungry for more. He completely threw you off balance, and your organized thoughts fluttered chaotically, intertwining into an uncontrollable mess, leaving you fearing you would never be able to sort them out again.

You had once again gambled too high. You had absolutely no chance against him.

You could feel his smile against your lips, before he reluctantly let go, the connection between your wet lips remained unbroken until the very last second, as if they were glued together. 

"Miguel," his eyes gleamed; the chaos of hair practically begged for you to grab onto it with your fingers. "Miguel O'Hara," he introduced himself, his deep, passionate voice vibrating almost in your chest.

You didn’t realize how you told him your name as his hands slipped under your dress, clutching your round butt, squeezing slightly, which you acknowledged with a low moan. It took seconds; within seconds you were aroused again, in a cruel way, not least because his hard cock pressed through his pants against your throbbing pussy.

"It’s a pleasure, y/n" There was something indescribable burning in his eyes, something dangerous. He enjoyed playing just as much as you did; after all, you had often been the one to almost cruelly tease men and then leave them high and dry, halfway through, just to prove something to yourself.

And in that moment, in this strange moment, in which you sat there so horny, with wild, tousled mane and in that skin-tight dress, on the lap of one of the most attractive and simultaneously most dangerous men you had ever seen in your life, you didn't know whether his tempting suggestions, like a deep fantasy, now planted in your mind, would be followed by actions, or if your karma would thwart your plans and leave you here all alone, in this incredibly aroused state...

[natsaffection]

hey love 👋👋

could you right some nsfw were r is like a ray of sunshine, always nice, kind, joyfull and a little shy, so nat is aurorised how >>loud<< they are and what they like in bed, please 🥺🥺 also, mommy nat being very teasing.

i'd really appreciate it, thank you sm sweetie 😻💖💖

Hidden | N.R

MINORS DNI!! (18+)!

Summary: Natasha gets to know the real you.

warnings: Mommy Kink, fingering (r receiving), Strap on use (r receiving) Rough (?) sex,

Word count: 1305 k

A/N: Thank you so much for this one <3.

How grateful Natasha was. Not the fact that she got a second chance or found a new family. No, she was grateful for you.

If someone had told her that some fire in a coffee would lead to her meeting a sweet little someone like you, she would have given that person the darkest look ever.

You talked one night about how Natasha approached you, and you were so happy because you never dared to approach her yourself.

Not only did you bring a smile to Natasha's face every time, but also to her comrades. After seven months of dating, you decided to make your relationship public, and it was time to involve your friends. Since then, the Tower has been surrounded only by laughter and joy.

Someone drops their drink? No big deal, you laugh at how Steve's face was when he could feel his cup sliding out of his hand.

The power goes out again because Tony overdid it again? Don't worry, you'll be the first one in every room with candles ready to light.

Someone is sick? You're at their sides. Someone is sad? You've got tissues and Disney movies in hand.

Natasha was really lucky...Especially behind closed doors.

Damn, you have some vocal cords. And how Natasha loved it, "Gosh Detka..Now I have to ask Tony about the soundproof walls.." she said as she shoved her knuckles deep in you pussy. "I-I'm sorry..."

God, how Horny Natasha is for you..How fragile you are, how sweetly you try to escape her pleasures.

So she never would have expected the way you try to hide that you are discreetly excited by the scenes in front of you. It was Natasha's idea to watch a certain documentary for the night.

In fact, it was, but Natasha wanted to find out how far she could take you, and so now a documentary on the background of the female orgasm is playing before you.

"What's going on, Detka?" She knows what state you are in right now and wants to take it further. Only you don't like it at all. How embarrassing. Why are you..aroused?

"N-Nothing! I'm just sitting very uncomfortable..." Oh god, you have to get out of here- "Are you sure about that Y/n? It looks to me like you're enjoying yourself here..." Was she right? Do you get off on it? No, it can't-

"N-Nat?"

"Yeah, baby?" Natasha eyes widen..That look you have, she already knows from others Natasha has been with. That's why it surprises her that you, of all people, have it right now, "Um..you always said that I could..come to you, and so I wanted to ask if..you- if we-"

"You want me to be rough with you? Is that it, Malysh?" You couldn't bring yourself to say anything, so you nod frantically. You need her. Now.

And Natasha knew that too. She's on you like a gazelle, that haven't had anything to eat in a long time. With one hand she pushes you further into the bed and with the other she moves to your pants, "You don't know how much this is turning me on right now..." Fuck. You thought to yourself. Why didn't you open your mouth sooner?

As quickly as Natasha was on top of you, your clothes were on the floor and her fingers were already inside you. You groaned out and at that exact moment a groan also came from the TV you forgot to turn off, and it was followed directly by a "Mommy.."

"F-Fuck, Y/n!" You had also forgotten that Natasha's fingers were inside you and this..word tightened all your nerves in your pussy. "Mommy, huh? Do you want to call me mommy?"

"S-Stop..." You put your hands over your mouth to keep it from being more embarrassing for you, but Natasha was quick to respond and stopped you, "No, no, let me hear you. Come on, I won't hold it against you..."

Come on.. Natasha thought..She wants- no needs, to hear it. She made it her task and thus no longer held back. She rams into you full force and curled her fingers perfectly, "A-Aah, M-Moommy!!!" You both had the same reaction. Natasha had to moan out now too, "There it is..Fuck, who thought you were so dirty for me, hm?"

"Please, stop talking like that..." embarrassing, embarrassing, emb-- "N-No!!!" You were so close, so close! But Natasha pulled her fingers out and took them in her mouth. You watched her enjoy the taste of you, and when she looked back, you knew immediately that you were in for a long night.

But the spark faded when Natasha got up and went into the next room. You were puzzled and scared...Was it too much, after all? Crap, you shouldn't have-.

"I ordered this two months ago and was hoping we could use it at some point. What do you say?" She was leaning against the door with a bright pink- 9inch strap-on in her hand. You had to swallow and nodded again. "Would you turn around?" she asked and you do as she said. You now look at the wall in front of you, confused, trying to catch everything that is going on behind you.

Suddenly, you notice the bed buckling behind you and feel your lover's hands on your hips. "Tell me what you want, baby..." Natasha wants to hear you.

"Just..Fu— I-Im not gonna say this..." Natasha was already expecting an answer like that, "Okay."

You sigh out, glad that she's satisfied with that.

You take a deep breath as you suddenly feel the tip of her dildo against your folds and brace yourself, but the thrust never came. Instead, she just nudges it back and forth.

"Nat.." Natasha had to smirk. She had you where she wanted you, "What? Tell me what you want.."

"P-Put it in..." God, how sweet you sound..That's why she had to thrust in, but no more, "God, Natasha, please!!”

"You know what to do, Y/n.." she sang. Her most important person lying squirming under her and thirsty for pleasure.

And how you needed it, "Please fuck me already! Please, just- O-Ohh, yess!" Natasha was now desperate too, thrusting back and back into you with tremendous force. In, out, in, out it goes all the time and you and Natasha forgot everything. You had absolutely no backbone, "Pl-Please slow..d-down, I-" She rocks into you so hard that if she wasn't holding you by the hips, you would be constantly sliding forward,

"No..you take it, fuck..baby!"

You were starting to run out of strength in your arms, and before you fell into the pillow you suddenly noticed Natasha suddenly pull out, turn you around and fill you right back up. Her pace picked up directly, "You look so good when you're taken through..."

"PLEASE! I'm so close..so close..." You were in heaven and Natasha was close too as her thrusts become more erratic, "Look at me Y/n..I want to see you.."

You almost couldn't hear her, so fucked are you. Look at Natasha, look at Natasha, look-

"Natasha! I'm c-cumming!" She was already grunting too, "That's not my name, sweetheart.." You feel her thrusts slow down, "M-Mommy! No, don't stop, please!!"

"Then try again." She had to grit her teeth as she was about to finish as well, "Mommyyy, please let me come, please, please, please!!"

She picked up the pace again and shortly after, you both lapsed into endless release. Natasha fucked you through your orgasm, and you were sure you saw Jesus. As you both came down, Natasha laid on your chest, "That was fantastic..Who would have thought you would be so-"

"Please don't say it.." You put your hands back on your face and Natasha had to laugh,

"Oh Detka, I'm so grateful to have you.."

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[lillyofthevalley66]

Vampire Imagine

(Sry if this is cringey but I tried lol)

The hard enamel of his incisors grazed the skin of your neck. Everything you knew about vampires and the dead in general told you he should be ice cold. But to the contrary, everything about him was hot. From his muggy breath on your neck to the warmth of his body pressed flush against yours. It was a fatal kind of heat, like that of a deadly fever.

Yet nevertheless it attracted you, with you having subconsciously angled your body towards his. Like the sun attracts a comet to its gravitational field, just for it to explode in some fiery disaster.

“Are you scared?”

His tone was probing, curious even.

“No.”

It was the truth. Well, mostly anyway. You could never fully be scared of him. The same man who had once looked at you as if you were the very air he needed to breathe, his water in the desert of a cruel life.

But some animalistic part of you was just as enthralled by him as you were afraid. For when you had first seen that normally loving gaze after he turned there was something that had chilled you to your very core. His icy blue eyes had held something predatory, something cold. Like he was a lion and you were a gazelle, freshly caught prey ready to be devoured. It was unnatural, inhuman. A look that no person’s eyes should have, just innately wrong. But you couldn’t look away, like a siren’s song. And even now that you couldn’t meet his gaze you were still caught in that spell, unwilling to move.

He chuckled dryly, moving his head away from your neck. He put a hand beneath your chin, angling it up to look at him. His thumb brushed across your bottom lip, in some sick mimicry of his past affections. His smile was saccharine sweet, like belladonna before the first bite.

“You’ve never been the best liar baby.”

He moved back to his former position. He kissed across the skin of your neck so gently, to the point where you could’ve almost fooled yourself into thinking it was lovingly.

“Trying to be so brave aren’t you?”

You could feel his razor sharp teeth leaving small slices across your soft skin.

“Don’t worry, I’ll try and make it quick. For old times sake.”

Before you could prepare for the inevitable it happened, he bit into you. You grit your teeth, biting down a yelp. It reminded you of the times you’d gotten your blood drawn, though admittedly much less sterile.

You couldn’t remember how long you sat there, with him attached at the neck like some sort of leech. But as he continued you progressively felt more and more faint, the room swaying around in a dizzying manner. Halfway through you nearly collapsed to the floor, only saved by his strong arm snaked across your back to keep you steady.

When done he lowered you gently to the ground, laying your body on the hardwood.

You barely managed to reach up a hand to his cheek, caressing his face. His hand reached to overlap with yours.

“You can rest now” he said in a near whisper.

As your eyes fluttered closed the last thing you saw was his face staring down at you with a look of cruel satisfaction.

[merakiui]

Okay but coed nrc brings the prospect of it's beastgirl students regularly going into heat because of all these strong potential mates

Aaaaa true!!! I like to imagine they have measures put in place to prevent that, such as medicine that can be taken to suppress the more extreme symptoms of heat. Perhaps scent blockers and whatnot like in omegaverse. And I'm sure 'heat days' (much like sick days) are a valid reason to be excused from classes because you just can't help biology sometimes.

But imagining for a moment that they don't......... this gives beastmen all the opportunity to force a poor beastgirl into heat. >_< maybe you're Housewarden of Savanaclaw and a few unruly brutes decide they'll corner you when you're on the cusp of your heat just so you'll be easier to handle. Leona who steps in to help you out and he's just absolutely furious. Is this the sort of example Savanaclaw leads? He gives them all a stern talking-to, and perhaps if you weren't there, already so distressed and reeling with heat hormones, he might've roughed the group up even more.

Leona will make sure these miscreants (and anyone else who might have been considering taking advantage of you) will never harbor any thoughts like that ever again. It's bad enough to try to take advantage of Housewarden, but this shouldn't happen to anyone. It's one of the few times the dorm sees their Housewarden step up, but Leona takes these things very seriously.

Maybe he'll have Ruggie or Jack bring you somewhere safe and secluded so you can relax and calm down, or perhaps he'll do it himself if he doesn't trust anyone else to look after you in this state.

Maybe you're arguing with him over the fact that you could've handled it and Leona knows you can, but you were struggling and vastly outnumbered. He won't deny your strength; you're a very formidable beastfolk, but in the state you were in you were essentially an injured gazelle and they were a pack of predators closing in. Those odds aren't in your favor, and you can't exactly bicker when faced with those sobering facts.

Leona takes care of you for however long you remain in heat. He's very protective of his dorm members, especially the beastgirls who deserve respect just as the rest.

[eldritch-spouse]

Just when you thought taking a day off from retail when you're sick would be paradise away from the retail hell boys when your door suddenly explodes and the retail hell boys enter your room when they heard you got sick. You can't win.

TW: Reader has a dark mindset, their suffering is not treated seriously.

It's kind of ridiculous that your only respite is sickness, isn't it?

Does it count as self-harm to deliberately let yourself get sick just so you can miss a day or two of work? Does... Does not caring about a twisted ankle that much because you know you won't have to work for a while count as mental illness? If only you could afford a psychologist right now.

What you do know, is that in spite of your physical pain, you haven't felt this at peace in a while. You can even ignore the fact that your pay is getting damaged from this, it's worth it. It's calm.

No weird coworkers, no pressure from a shitty boss, no creepy clients-

CRASH

There's no mistaking it. That was the front door of your rackety little apartment.

Fear has you flatten to the wall of your bedroom, ankle squealing with pain. Deep down, you've always dreaded this would happen since moving to Hell. That some nutjob would just break into your place and butcher you like a pig. Because they feel like it, because some demons are just like that, because humans are easy targets.

Humans are like gazelles to them. And amidst all those grazing bodies, a tired and beaten down one like you is the gazelle with the limp, the one that's getting picked first.

Fucking damn it, you should have bought the domestic defense bat that tall butch tried to sell you when you moved in. You wondered why she was pricing it so high until she revealed it was some kind of hellish beast, as opposed to a barbed wire bat.

As is, you can only grab the bedside lamp and hope, with every fiber of your being, that the thing you're up against has a skull soft enough to allow brain damage.

Hearing hushed voices, your plan is to turn the corner and possibly run outside before you have to hit anyone.

A plan easily thwarted when a meaty hand swipes the bedside lamp right out of your hands.

Alright. You didn't think that far ahead.

" YEAH, THAT'S IT SMALL FRY! " The meathead you've come to recognize as one of the creepy regulars beams. He smashes the bulb out of the lamp, and jams some kind of blade in the hollowed space, using fabric to tie it all together. Is that... Part of your curtains?

" Moz, you ruined the door, you oaf... Isn't that essential to keep the house safe? " The other one, the incubus, points out, feeling the dents left in your wall.

Said wrathful demon pauses to gouge the extent of the damage for several seconds, then waves. " Huh. I'LL DO YA ONE BETTER- WHO NEEDS DOORS?! By the time I'm done, no one will even think of trying to get in. "

Babesley turns around. " Well, she does- Oh! Oh there she is, our tasty workaholic. " The incubus gets a glimpse at your injured limb and gasps. " My sweet hardworking princess, what are you doing out of bed?! Come on, let's go lie down, I'll give you a wonderful massage and you can tell me all about the awful people you work with! "

The awful people being them both, mostly. On a good day.

Babesley has started pulling you along gently, and frankly, you know there's nothing you can do to get them out of your home now, so you might as well just bide your time and see what comes next.

He openly evaluates the state of your room before cautiously helping you lay down, starting to work on your back muscles with surprising competence. You didn't know he was a masseuse! Out of spite, you don't allow the shock to show on your face, keeping noises to a minimum.

" Come now, it's no fun if I don't get to hear it. " He huffs. " You're being difficult when we're just trying to keep you safe! Tsk tsk, brats these days. "

" Get- Hnnh- " Oh he popped something ancient in there. The smug brow raise is his display of victory. " Get out of my home. "

" Mhm, not happening. I was thinking of getting a pizza from that cozy nook downtown. "

Pizza does sound good.

You ponder on it to the sounds of Moz breaking your house apart in a nightmare DIY session.

" ... I want the pepperoni one. " It was a moment of weakness. And most importantly, free food.

" Say please. " He sing-songs, clawtips flirting with the fat of your rump through your pajama shorts.

" Cunt. "

" Yes, I bet yours is heavenly. "

Before things can get any more awkward, the other demon bulldozes in with a cup, slapping your ass with a force so great it has you barking every curse under the sun.

" Spit on this, jizzbrains. " He angles the glass at Babes, who easily 'ptoo's in.

You think that one slap just undid all of the incubus' work on your accumulated tension. " What are you even doing? Ruining my house for the fuck of it?! "

" HAH. " Moz grunts. " I'm making it IMPENETRABLE. This here is for a booby trap. IMAGINE DYING WITH A BONER. "

You and Babesley look at him blankly.

" They walk in, right?! They STEP on the plate, they ACTIVATE THE TRAP, THEN BOOM- GET A SPRAY OF THIS NASTY SHIT AND THEN THE FUCKIN' LAMP COMES SWINGING DOWN JAMMING RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES! Either that or the throat... Actually, I need a plan B for a shortstack. "

You decide you'll mourn your furniture later.

" What about the pizza guy? "

" WHAT PIZZA GUY?! "

Babesley waves Moz away, continuing his earlier work above you. " Think about it this way, if it works, we won't have to pay for it. "

You want to go back to work.

[babyb1ues]

Xavier is hungry.

Everybody knows that Xavier likes to eat. He stalks a kitchen like it’s his den and he attempts to cook, to scope up food and get his hands dirty. He has a big appetite. He loves meat. He’s happier after a good meal.

He eats, moderately, as much as it’s socially acceptable. But he doesn’t devour. He’s never done so, doesn’t know the feeling of being so full and stuffed that it makes you feel like you’ll implode. He abstains from feasting like the king he was once supposed to be.

Love is to eat. Love is to consume. Love is to devour.

He has self-control, he knows to abstain, has done so for as long as he’s been alive. It’s a quiet sort of hunger now. The beast in his stomach purrs like a sleeping cat.

Like the exhaust of an engine, or the yawn of an awakening predator. A lion with its eyes on a gazelle.

He’s hungry.

He’s always, so, so hungry.

A hunger that eats away at the walls of his sane mind.

Xavier loves like hunger. And love is the flesh of your lover. To sink down his teeth on tender skin and swallow down centuries of unsaid words—to consume to the point of sickness, offer himself up—feed from my veins and become one with me, let our tongues coat in our blood.

He loves the way animals do, in a primal way. Like a lonely, unwanted dog waiting to be picked up. Inhumane levels of abandon lead to desire that encompasses your entire being, leaves you aching and craving and reducing you to basic instincts—fervent and disgusting. He loves like there’s no end or beginning. He loves like devotion and like teeth on an apple.

And he’ll let you rip his body open and feast from it too. Satiate yourself until you’ve had enough, until he’s you and you’re him and the marks on his flesh spell your name and the bones of his ribcage fit between your canines.

Love is to consume. Love is to feast. Love is to feel the sun inside your belly and let it tear you from the inside out. Love is hunger and he’s got plenty of it.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for stealing jewelry and a few other items from my hoarder aunt?

This was a few years ago now, I wanna say maybe 2018? My dad has two sisters, Z and K. K is married to a hoarder and has some hoarding tendencies herself so their house and particularly their garage is a mess. Not biohazard levels of mess but for sure just dusty, dirty, and stuffed with with ancient unusable garbage. K and her husband don’t have any kids, they’re both in their mid-70’s and both are in pretty poor health, so Z flew down from Florida and asked my father and I to come help clean. We agreed and came down for a day.

I have a weird relationship with my aunts. K took care of their mother until she died, and until she died my father would be at his sister’s beck and call. He would frequently abandon his own family to go help K and his mother. I don’t blame him for this, he wanted to help his sick mother, but I do blame K for using him as free labor. He built the house K is hoarding in, destroying his body in the process. Now that I’m an adult I don’t really speak to either aunt, like I had no contact with Z since Z’s second wedding in 2013. K is much closer location-wise but I don’t speak to her either because she’s just kind of off putting. The last time I spent time with her we went shopping and she kept telling me stories of her miscarriage and how annoying her husband is and pointing to someone and loudly asking “you think that’s a man or a woman?” Like I understand we are family but K and Z are as close to strangers as family can get to me. This doesn’t even cover my mom’s opinion of them and their treatment of her. Both Z and K have a history of manipulation, deception, and are both very vindictive and ignorant. She hates them both to the point of paranoia. My sister and I have a similarly low opinion of them both, but we both are more tolerable, myself especially.

So we arrive and we clean, Z and I working together to throw away a bunch of shit and my father worked on installing a new dishwasher. I stumble upon this gorgeous hanging lamp that looks like a large full moon. I text my mom about it and she flips. “That’s mine,” she says, “your father and I found that on the side of the road one night when we were first married.” So I load it into my dads car because it’s so pretty and it belongs to my parents. “Hey, you better ask if you can take that” Z says and I flat out tell her that it belongs to my mom. She shrugs and we continue to work. I find another really cool set of hanging lamps and a solid wooden lamp base carved to look like a gazelle that probably belonged to K’s husband’s parents and I took those too, with no input from Z.

These items weren’t lovingly packed and carefully stored away. They were sitting in plastic bins stuffed with dozens of boxes disintegrated plastic gloves and tools that were more rust than anything else. Towards the end of the day we discover some jewelry boxes and I take those inside to go through with K. A lot of it was junky costume jewelry but there’s some incredible pieces including a pair of 14k gold hoops that look like rams heads, a cool brass ring with an enameled signet with the Sagittarius archer, and a huge silver heart pendant. I carefully set aside the items that I would like to take home and K didn’t say anything, either because she didn’t notice or didn’t care.

Finally when we got home I showed my mom all of the cool stuff I found and she kind of scolded me, saying I should have asked to take this stuff and I brushed it off by joking that this was payment for my cleaning services. She was very happy that I rescued her moon lamp though.

I’m wearing that chunky silver heart pendant today and am thinking about it again. K doesn’t have any children so the only people who would ever inherit this junk would be either myself or Z’s kids, but Z’s daughter is no contact with Z and Z’s son lives on the other side of the country. We own the property that K lives on, pay for the taxes on it and pay for the maintenance on it all without charging K anything, so even when she and her husband die my family is going to have to clean it anyway and I can assure you I would be the only person who would actually want to sift through the garbage to find cool stuff. I feel like I saved this stuff from the landfill. I wear the jewelry I took, we have that really cool gazelle lamp displayed in our living room, and my sister said she was going to use the hanging lamps I brought home for when she has her own home. But of course I technically stole all of it and for sure will not be giving it back, even if she noticed it’s missing. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[talaok]

Good afternoon honey, I was wondering if you could write dark! Joel x plus size reader where the reader is suffering with body image and that night you go out to a club and meet Joel but smut? love the blog🥰

Pairing:Joel Miller x plus size!reader

Warnings: body image problems, negative talk of reader's body and self, smut| dub-con, unprotected p in v sex, a bit of degrading, and dark! Joel

A/n: ok ok ok I've never written a plus-size reader so if this is bad just tell me, honestly, I'll delete it, it's fine (yes I'm really nervous about this, I'm scared it's disrespectful) thank you so much for the ask tho babe💗

The dress looked absolutely horrendous on you. It was too tight and too loose in all the wrong places.

Your curves looked like they were stretching the fabric so much it was gonna tear the moment you took a step, and the makeup on your face now just looked like a pathetic attempt at driving people's attention away from it.

This was a mistake, you sighed, looking at the loser staring back at you from the other side of the mirror.

I should have never agreed to this, It's so fucking stupid.

You mumbled to yourself as you unsuccessfully tried fixing the dress in any way that wouldn't make it look so incredibly ridiculous.

Maybe I can pretend I'm sick or something, 

Maybe I got a really bad headache all the sudden,

Maybe I got fucking infected, I don't know, that would be believable. I can just start making some weird ass noises and I doubt she'd still want to go out with me.

"Hey, you ready?" Kora opened the door, causing all your plans to fall apart with one single action.

"yep" you forced a smile "all ready"

"Great, let's go!"

fuck my life man.

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"Are you serious?" you asked, actually kind of mad

"I know, I know, I'm sorry"

"you've just met him" you pointed out, frustration and annoyance lacing your tone.

"I know" she repeated "but-" she sighed, glancing back at the man "he's so hot y/n, I mean-"

you rolled your eyes "Whatever, go have fun, I'm just gonna go home"

"no don't go home, you can have fun without me," she said "Maybe with someone else..." she raised her brows suggestively and you felt one breath away from punching her.

You shot her a look.

Yeah, like anyone would want to "have fun" with me

"what?" she asked, clueless

you stared at her, the same expression in your eyes.

"you know what"

"oh my god," she moaned "again with this thing? Y/n you're hot as fuck, anyone with half a brain cell can see that"

You remained silent.

You hated the pity party of having everyone constantly lie to you about how you looked.

Just tell me the truth. I look like shit.

It's fine, I know it, you know it, the whole world fucking knows it so stop talking to me like I'm a fucking baby and tell me the truth.

I can take it. Trust me, I've been telling it to myself since I was born.

"in fact..." A small smirk tugged at her lips as her eyes focused somewhere behind you " I think somebody definitely noticed" she grinned like an idiot as she stared at someone behind you.

"shut up" you stopped her "You know he's not," you said "He's probably looking at you"

"Oh no" she shook her head, that stupid smile still tugging at her lips "No he's definitely looking at you" She waved at him and you immediately grabbed her hand, forcing it down

"stop! what are you doing!?"

"I'm helping you out" she smirked "You'll thank me later," she said with a wink, turning to walk away but not before chuckling a taunting"Have fun"

Goddamnit

You could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks as you sneakily tried to catch a glimpse of whatever Kora was talking about.

She was probably bluffing, you thought as you slowly turned, but just then, you had to think again.

A man was looking at you, no, not looking, staring.

His eyes were pointed at you like a viewfinder in a gun. 

He was sat at a table alone, an empty beer bottle clutched in one hand, and the other one relaxed on his leg.

He looked focused, like a tiger watching a gazelle.

His salt and pepper beard suggested he was older, and so did the lines across his forehead.

But most of all... his eyes were the tell.

His deep brown eyes staring back at yo-

shit

You turned away.

Fuck

I was staring at him,

You clutched your purse to leave, but a voice stopped you in your tracks.

"hi sweetheart"

He sounded exactly how you'd imagined.

You turned to him, your eyes glimmering with shame

"hi" you breathed "Sorry if I bothered you"

He chuckled "A pretty thing like you could never bother me"

he sat down "Besides," he said "I was staring at you first"

You forced a chuckle as an awkward silence fell between you.

"I saw your friend left," he said, sitting down on the stool next to you,

"yeah" You nodded "She does that a lot"

"that's too bad" he cooed "well maybe not entirely" he considered, something switching in his tone.

"What's your name sweetheart?"

"I-I'm y/n"

"y/n" he let your name roll out his mouth with ease "pretty name for a pretty lady" he commented, "I'm Joel"

"nice to meet you" you mumbled, stumbling over your own words.

Was he coming onto you? 

"the pleasure's all mine darling"

He definitely was

But, like... why?

"I'm sorry-do you- do you know my friend?"

He grinned, his white teeth showing "no,"

"she didn't like, tell you to come here or anything?"

A small laugh fled his throat "no sweetheart"

"oh" you breathed "so you came here 'cause..." you trailed off, 

" 'cause you caught my eye from the moment you entered, and when I saw your friend leave you here all alone, I couldn't not offer a bit of company"

You felt a shy smile spill from your lips

" 'got a pretty smile angel" he smirked 

"t-thank you" 

He chuckled again "Why are you so nervous sweetheart?" he asked, his hand traveling to your thigh and stopping all oxygen from getting to your lungs "Is it me? Am I so scary?" his voice got lower as he inched closer "I don't bite y'know?" he joked "not unless you want me to"

A small gasp fled your throat, making him chuckle.

"what is it, angel?"

"I-I'm sorry I'm just not- used to this"

"Now I don't believe that" he murmured "A sweet thing like you?"

"I just-"

"What?"

"nevermind"

"If you want we could go back to my place, and you can tell me all about it with a little more privacy" he suggested, "what do you say?"

Your cheeks were as red as the fire burning in his eyes.

"I-" you stuttered

"I can show you a good time angel"

"I'm sorry" you breathed, leaning away "I'm-I'm sorry I have to go to the bathroom" You stumbled over your own words, clutching your purse and rushing off the stool and through the groups of people in the club.

You didn't even realize you were bumping and hitting every person in your trajectory as all you were focused on was that damn door right in the corner.

Oh my god, what felt like the first actual breath you'd taken in ten full minutes, finally left your mouth as you entered the bathroom.

"oh my god," you mumbled to yourself, walking to the sink to look at your reflection in the mirror.

"what the fuck was that?" you sighed 

Am I dreaming? Is that it?

If that's it this is not funny brain.

I'm so confused,

This is... I mean this is just-

What the fuck is this?

He's hot. Like hot hot and I'm... You looked at yourself, and I'm me.

You took a deep breath, looking around you.

The green stalls were empty, and the music was still blaring from the other side of the door.

You could still picture him, feel him. He was so close to you, and you could feel every molecule of your being dancing as his hand remained on your leg.

God, what the fuck

I don't even know how old he is.

And just then, the door opened.

You turned the faucet on to pretend to be washing your hands, but a voice startled you.

"there you are"

Your eyes snapped open

"T-This is the women's bathroom"

Joel smirked, "you thought you could get away from me that easily?" he asked, taking a step towards you.

"I-" you took a step back, but he followed.

"I was being nice there," he said "complimented you and shit" 

Your back was to a stall and he was right before you.

"and what did you do?" he asked "you ran"

"I didn't mean to, I was j-"

"what, angel?" he mocked "You got shy?"

"well don't you worry" His hand went to your chin, tilting it up "I'll fix that right up" He took another step, imprisoning you "I'll help you out sweetheart, mh?"

Your mouth gaped open to say something, but before you could, his lips were on yours, and his hands on your back were forcing you flush against him.

His tongue moved into your mouth as he quite literally shoved you into the stall behind you, pressing you against the closed door.

"thought you could get away from me?" he growled, kissing your neck as his hands roamed on your body, one of them roughly grabbing your ass "Thought I was just gonna let you go?" he asked, now looking at you.

"oh no angel" he kissed your mouth "I have to have you" he murmured "And I will" He kissed you again, and this time, you found yourself reciprocating.

This was wrong and scary and weird, and still... countless butterflies filled your belly.

"there you go" he praised you "That's a good girl" He moved some hair out of your face " 'knew you wanted this too," he said "knew you'd be good, angel" He smirked before you felt his hands go to your waist.

"turn around for me"

With a little push from him, you did, finding your cheek flush against the door.

"god baby" his hands took in every inch of you, adoration clear in his tone "Wanted to fuck this body of yours since I first saw you" he explained, as he slowly rolled your dress up to your waist until only your panties were left to cover you.

"it's what you wanted too, isn't it," he asked, suddenly grabbing your arms to force them together behind your back "You wanted to be fucked like a little slut didn't you?" he continued as his hand pulled your panties down, the cold hitting your core "didn't you angel?" he urged, his grip tightening as he kissed your neck again.

"I-" You didn't know what to say. you were feeling too many things at once.

"Tell me you want this" he breathed, and you heard his zipper being undone.

"tell me you want this angel," he asked again, his hot breath on the skin of your neck "C'mon, I know you do"

" I do" you admitted, and you felt him smirk.

"that's right" He nodded, positioning himself at your entrance "and you're gonna get it" he promised, pushing himself into you hard.

"fuck" Your moan resembled more of a scream as you tightened your fists on your back

"What angel, can't take it?" he taunted, speeding up " 's too big for you little slut?"

"y-yes" you begged, making him chuckle "I can't take it"

"yes you can" he groaned "You're gonna take it all in this little tight pussy and you're not gonna complain about it, understand?"

"understand?" he asked again, his threatening voice spilling in your ear.

"y-yes I'm sorry"

"good girl" he praised, resuming his violent pace, as a cry fled your mouth and tears filled your eyes.

He smacked your ass and you gasped, but before you could let out a moan, his hand covered your mouth.

The door had opened, and two women had walked in.

"we gotta be quiet, angel" he whispered to your ear

"can you be quiet for me?"

"can you be a good little girl and keep that pretty mouth shut for me?

"mh-mh" you nodded, your breathing made difficult by his hand on your mouth

"atta girl," he said, still fucking you, but much slower, and to your dismay, much deeper.

He was hitting undiscovered spots inside of you, and the mix of the pain from his cock stretching you with the pleasure of each thrust was making it really hard not to moan.

"fuck" he groaned softly in your ear "You've got the tightest little pussy angel," he said "Squeezing me so good" he breathed " like it's made for me"

You whined

"Like you were made to be my little slut" he whispered "and have this little cunt abused by my cock"

Your eyes were wide shut, your orgasm approaching as he kept hitting you so fucking well.

"you coming angel?" he asked and you nodded "We're gonna come together" he purred "I'm gonna fill you up real good" his breathing was ragged "and then you're gonna get out there and dance with my come leaking down your thighs"

"you understand?"

You nodded 

"no cleaning up," he said "I want everyone to know how much of a slut you are" 

The women's voices resumed. Or maybe they never stopped. You had no idea of what was happening beside your impending orgasm.

"fuck" he groaned "Such a good fucking slut" he whispered, his head falling in the crook of your neck, as the door opened again and the women finally got out.

His hand left your mouth

"you coming angel?"

"y-yes"

"then let it all out baby"

[fxchild]

The Switch

Miles Fairchild x fem!reader

Chapter nine: Make you stay.

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Miles pov

I think it's been one- no. Two weeks, since Y/n had that.. encounter? It's not like we had sex or anything but I definitely didn't expect to make out on her bed until Flora came banging on her door complaining about a nightmare, while Y/n forced me to hide under her damn bed on the cold floor for half an hour while she made sure Flora went to sleep and didn't bother us again. I was kinda glad we got interrupted if I'm being honest. Even though Y/n pounced on me like a lion to a gazelle, she seemed pretty nervous whenever I kissed her too hard or if I touched her leg. Believe it or not things have been even more awkward than before when we were constantly nipping at each other and now I'm starting to miss the fighting more than the dry tension in the room.

Anyways, I've got about fourteen days to make things less awkward and for her to stay with us for the summer. I heard her talking on the phone a few days back, thinking about taking up a different job in California. Her teacher recommended it or some shit, get into a better college. She's not going to Harvard I know that for sure.

Something that's been pissing me off is that Quint has been messing with her head so now she sleeps with the door off and the lamp lights on. I asked him to lay off but it's not doing much. I've been trying to sneak in to make sure he's not fucking with her in her sleep or anything. She's only sixteen like me after all, he shouldn't be messing with kids our age, especially the ones I want to stay.

Uhm, another thing is that I've been out of it for a day or two. Like my throat is pretty dry and I've had a wicked headache. I swear to god if I wake up tomorrow with a cold I'm gonna be pissed.

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Your pov

It's been about two weeks since Miles and I had that half-assed hookup. Ever since then it's been so awkward. We can't even speak to each other now for more than two sentences before getting freaked out and forgetting what we were talking about. I mean, it's easier to focus on Flora and her work, but at the same time it's boring without being able to pick a fight with Miles. I miss our back and forth bickering because at least it kept us talking and occupied. I have fifteen days before I go back home for the summer, I really wanted to stay but I've gotten more job offerings in new places and I want to go out and explore. Plus, spending the summer in some creepy ass house, with a boy who can't even be in the same room as me for five minutes doesn't seem like the ideal summer. I feel bad for leaving Flora, and I guess Miles because they are all alone with Ms. Grose, who is lucky if she can live another four years. But I need to put myself first, that's what's important. I just wish Miles would talk to me before I leave, because even though we snap at each other, he's been growing on me. I'm not saying I like his stuck up asshole personality but I see how he is with Flora and I sometimes wish he could be able to open up to me like that.

This morning I woke up to the sound of projectile vomiting. I figured it was coming from Flora's room since she ate a lot of chocolate last night. I ran to her room to check on her to find her still asleep in her bed. Then I realized that the puking and groaning was coming from Miles room. I debated on leaving him there to take care of himself since he thinks he's grown and can take care of himself but then I remembered the time I was drunk. The way he drove me home at 2am and stayed outside my door all night in case I felt sick again. I walked into his room and knocked on his closed bathroom door.

"Miles, it's just me. I'm gonna come in okay?" I say as I hear him groan and spit into the toilet. I open the door to see his face almost glued to the toilet bowl, gasping and throwing up. I sit next to him and rub his back, grabbing a few sheets of toilet paper so he can wipe his mouth when he's done. "Get it all out, that's it.." I whisper to him as he continues to gag.

When he finishes he grabs the toilet paper from my hand and wipes his mouth, flushing the toilet. I let him sit on the floor with his back pressed against the wall for a moment as I grab a washcloth, drenching it in cold water. I put it on the back of his neck as he tries to stand up. He walks over to me where I'm putting toothpaste on his toothbrush and handing it to him.

"Make sure to brush your tongue too." I put the cap back on his toothpaste. "I'm gonna get you a new shirt, there's a little bit of puke on it." I point to the spot on his shirt. I walk out of his room and open his closet, looking for an old shirt in the piles on the floor. Miles walks back into the room and curls up on his mattress with his washcloth in his hands. I didn't even realize he came back into the room until he spoke up and groaned.

"Jesus it's fucking freezing in here.." I turned around to see him shirtless, breathing heavily and laying down. I grab a random green shirt and walk over to his mattress.

"No Miles, sit up you have to let your stomach settle for a bit." I prop his pillows against the wall and help him sit up a bit. I let him put his new shirt on and pulled the covers up to his waist. I felt his forehead and winced at his temperature. "Miles, you're really hot." I sighed and bit my bottom lip trying to think of how to take care of him.

He let out a chuckle and wrapped a hand over his stomach. "I'm hot? Thanks.." I frown at him since this isn't something to be joking about. "Not funny." I say with pursed lips and put the washcloth on his forehead.

"I'm gonna go to the store to get you some medicine. Flora used it the last time she was sick. Do you want me to pick you up something?" I put my hands on my hips and waited for his response.

He sat there for a second to think, "Am I even allowed to eat anything? Like I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to eat when you're sick." He tilted his head, squinting his eyes.

"You're allowed to eat Miles but only if you feel up for it. I can pick you up some grits, or popsicles? Do you sound up for that when you get your appetite back?" I rub the back of my neck, giving him a sympathetic look.

"I'm not hungry..I-I don't care okay? I'll be fine by tomorrow." He shakes his head and waves his hand in the air.

"Okay, well I'm still going to the store because I'm not putting up with your whining later. I'll be back in an hour okay?" I shrug and ruffle his hair lightly before trying to smack my hands away.

I brush my teeth, grab my keys and put on some slippers. I head out to the car to start for the store.

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Miles pov

She couldn't have taken any fucking longer to get back from the store could she? I'm sitting in my bed, trying my best for an hour to hold my stomach until she comes back but it's getting too painful. I ran to the bathroom throwing up nothing but stomach acid. I was panting and almost crying from the pain, it felt like my stomach was twisting. Y/n hears me gagging and rushes into the bathroom to rub my back and hold back my hair. When I'm done, there's tears in my eyes from the pain and she gives me this stupid sad look like she feels sorry for me or some dumb shit. I sit on my bathroom counter as she hands me my toothbrush again. She opens up a small can of Gingerale and puts it on my nightstand.

"You don't have to drink it now, but if your stomach feels funny again try some. It works trust me." She smiles and feels my forehead again to see if my fever had gone down a little. I sit there under the covers with my head against the wall as Y/n sits at the end of my mattress reading a book.

"What's that?" I say weakly, motioning to the book. I catch her attention and she smiles. "A book?" She giggles trying to be funny or something.

"Yeah, no shit." I chuckle and she gives me an unamused look. So apparently I'm not allowed to be funny anymore I guess. "What's it about?"

"It's about a prince trying to find his princess through a dream. It's really cute." She gets up to sit next to me on the mattress, showing me the blurb.

"Oh.. fantasy?" I mutter out as a question.

"Yeah, I like fantasy. You don't?" She tilts her head to look at me, tabbing her book before closing it. I shrug, "I mean, it's not bad but I just can't ever get into it."

"Well maybe that's because you haven't read a good one." She smirks, and for a second I feel like we aren't talking about books. I shook my head and stayed silent for a few minutes.

"You know, I usually get sick in the summer." I give her a side glance. I lied, I never get sick. This was the first time in probably a year and a half I've gotten sick. "I mean, who's gonna get me a cold washcloth and rub my back when I'm throwing up?" I smirk at her slightly.

"Ms. Grose?" She jokes and I roll my eyes.

"Be serious Y/n. She's so old I think she's gonna kick the bucket any day now. And when she does that, who's gonna help me take care of Flora? I don't have any parents you know." I sit up more and turn to face her, putting my hands in my lap.

She sighs and turns to face me. "Who said I was leaving?" She gives me a confused look.

"Y/n I heard you on the phone. I mean California seems nice, but is that what you really want?" I give her a dead eyed look and raise a brow.

She studies my face letting out a deep breath, "Miles, you don't even like having me around. We fight all the time, why do you want me around?" She shakes her head and leans back a little bit.

"Come on, Flora will miss you. She'll be upset that you aren't coming back. I mean she really loves you, fuck, she wants you to be her mother! She needs you, Y/n- I-I need you okay? I can't even take care of myself while I'm sick and you expect me to take care of myself, a whole property and a little girl? I mean, jesus, what do I have to do to make you stay?" I spurt out quickly, motioning my hands everywhere with dramatic tones.

She smiles for a moment and grabs my hand, "You just did." She gives me a sincere look, like we finally came to an agreement. I let out a relieved sigh I didn't even know I was holding and she giggled. "Why do we fight so much? Everything would be so much easier if we just listened to each other, you know?" She asks even though she sounds like she already knows her own reason.

"I think you know why I do it.." I look at my red candles I caught her staring at one day in particular when she first came into my room.

She looked at the candles then back at my eyes. "Because you don't know how to treat people?" She barely whispered out. She looked into my eyes for a moment before speaking once more. "I only pick fights with you cause I think you're kinda cute." She admits, leaning back again.

I raise a brow, "You think I'm cute?" I chuckle and she let's go of my hand, she's trying to bite back a smile.

"Yeah, you're cute. So what?" She smirks and we stare at each other. I think we were both waiting for one of us to do something, anything. But no one moved or spoke. After a moment of my silence she got up and put the covers back over my waist. "You should get some rest, it's not good to stay up when you're delirious." She gave me a dejected look and turned off my lamp.

"I'm not delirious." I grab her wrist gently and assure her.

"You're sick, Miles." She gives me a stern tone, and eyes me down to let go of her wrist.

"I know what I'm saying, Y/n." I gulp and give her the smallest smile I could muster and let go of her wrist, laying back into the pillows. She slides a hand on my forehead and it goes into my curls. She kissed my forehead and walked to the door.

"Get some sleep, call me if you need anything okay?" She gave me a sad smile and walked out of the room.

Now she was just confusing me because did she just reject me without either of us talking about dating? I don't think I asked her out but I think I wanted to. I want to I really do, but how the hell am I supposed to do that when she can't take me seriously? I better get over this damn sickness soon.

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Hi hi! It's fxchild back again with another chapter! Sorry if this is bad I had to rewrite it THREE times because it kept god damn deleting. This took me 2 hours and 15 minutes to write (I timed it yes) so hopefully you enjoyed it. Plsplspls if you did not see my other post to put some requests in because this will be one of the last chapters until Mr. Fairchild finishes his story. I literally do not care what you ask me to write as long as it's not acc insane. If my requests don't work PLEASE dm me I will answer because no one texts me like ever ! Anyways, I love you guys so so much 💕 thank you for continuing to motivate me to write.

-fxchild

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Can you write some angsty stuff followed by fluff. Something with Harry styles.

Basically reader being heavier and insecure had no male attention all her life. She is a big time introvert and opens up after a lot of struggle. But her life changes when Harry makes an entry.

Until I Found You - Harry Styles

Harry Styles x fem!reader Summary: You’ve never been overly confident, but then someone comes along and makes you feel things you’ve never felt Warnings: angst to fluff, body insecurity, Harry being perfect as per usual Word count: 1K words

I hope this is what you were looking for lovely! Thank you so much for requesting!

You were no stranger to the judging stares that came with the industry you were in, fashion was a tough career as it is without everyone thinking you couldn’t be fashionable just because you weren’t thin. It’s not like you could escape it either, the main part of your job being styling overly self-obsessed celebrities who think they’re perfect and everyone else is ugly. You always tried to stay confident, posting outfit of the days and filtering out hate comments for your own mental health, but somehow some always got through and you would be lying if you said it never affected you.

You assumed this would be the same, some singer you didn’t really care enough about judging you and shitting on your outfit choices even though most of the time you put them in their own wardrobe and they were too stupid to realise they picked the clothes themselves. You walked into the dressing room to see this one particular celebrity talking with your PA who was helping him pick from the sequins you would later have to meticulously embroider.

“You must be Harry,” you spoke, walking over with your hand outstretched for him to shake, “I’m Y/N, I'm your designer!” He took your hand immediately, shaking it without breaking eye contact. He was wearing a simple short-sleeved t-shirt with a pair of ripped jeans. His hair was pushed back away from his face with a pair of brown Gucci sunglasses and he wore two necklaces, one made of pearl and the other a cross.

He smiled warmly before replying, “I know who you are. The famous Y/N Y/L/N? C’mon, you’re renowned. Thank you for taking the time to come and help me.” His voice was soft and genuine (which you will admit created butterflies in your stomach) then you quickly got to work on creating the outfit that he would wear to the Grammys. He pointed at crystals every now and then, commenting on how they’d match his shoes or his nails - which he planned to paint pink. At this current moment, they were a deep shade of blue, almost the same colour as his navy Adidas gazelles. 

You had just assumed that Harry was just being nice but - though he was being polite - he found himself unable to take his eyes off of you. He had heard about you through the endless attack of hate that you got just for looking how you look. Harry never understood it, he thought you were beautiful, often seeing photos of you and thinking of Italian Renaissance statues.

The day ended quickly and for that, you couldn’t be happier. You got in your car and cried, tears hot against your cheeks as you thought back to how you felt that day. Harry didn’t stop staring at you, at your body. You knew that most people didn’t like how you looked, but the fact that he looked at you for so long. It made you want to shrink into the floor. You were still in your car, having just stopped crying when you reached the impulsive part of your breakdowns so you got out your phone and sent a tweet.

Y/N

So fucking sick of all this body hatred in my line of work. My body is beautiful purely because it is mine and it exists, get over it.

You immediately closed your phone, knowing you wouldn’t feel regret until the inevitable negative comments came a few hours later. You drove home and collapsed onto your sofa, feeling overly proud of yourself for what you had tweeted. Well, that was until you got a text message from Harry asking if the tweet was about him. You weren’t sure how to respond, not wanting to face the problem head-on this early. But, deciding it could only get worse, you replied.

Y/N

So?

There was no reply for a while, then:

Harry

We need to talk this through in person. Meet me in St James’ Park. Please. - H

You froze. No one had ever done this before. You knew that it was getting late, but something was drawing you there so you grabbed your coat and a pair of gloves before rushing out the door, the park only being a five-minute walk from you.

You debated walking up to him, standing there hoping he would keep his eyes on the sunset so you could just turn around and go. Of course that didn’t happen. “Y/N. I wanted to apologise for today. I sincerely promise I didn’t mean to make you feel like that.” 

You crossed your arms, staring into his bright eyes. “Cut the shit. I have gotten the same treatment from every other celebrity I’ve worked with Harry. Each one thinks they're better than me because they have every person's dream body.” You spoke, your words creating a mist in the cold.

He shook his head and stepped closer. “I promise you. That’s not what I was thinking.”

You scoffed, looking away from him as you unfolded your arms. You didn’t believe him even though deep down you wanted to. He took your hands suddenly and you met his gaze again, his eyes filled with an emotion you’d never seen before. 

“Is it so hard to believe that I find you intoxicatingly beautiful?” He asked, brows furrowed in confusion. He stepped closer again. “Everything about you, call me corny but I feel like i haven’t seen beauty like yours since I saw the statues in Rome.”

You blushed as he slowly moved his hands from your hands to your waist, his soft grip settling there as if it were the place it was destined to be. You stared at his lips, seeing them curve into a soft smile full of adoration. He leaned in slowly, making sure you wanted the same as him. You met his lips in the cold, the taste of his mint gum lingering on his lips.

“I’ve always been crazy about you, Y/N.” He whispered as you pulled away. You rested your foreheads against one another, hands still on each other's waists. This was something you never wanted to end.

The sun had set a long while ago, but the two of you were still in the park, quietly talking as you held hands, looking at the stars from an old rickety bench. Harry liked you for both your body and your heart and that was something you thought you’d never get.