#that I can dress the bits I can't change (like hips) in things that suit them

[dkettchen]

[vincentbriggs]

Hello! Transfem person here. I haven't started HRT yet, but want to procure a 1730s menswear suit (actually decided based on your video). I would prefer not to wait for it if possible, since I don't know when HRT is going to be possible. I am, however, a little concerned about my bust size changing and affecting the fit of the waistcoat. Is that decade usually pretty forgiving in it's tailoring? I am also considering having the upper back tie like some later waistcoats to accommodate if necessary (even if it's not entirely historical), but I figured I would ask you.

Thank you!

Hello! Ooh yay! Not enough people do early 18th century, so I'm delighted to hear that! (Link to the 1730's suit mentioned.)

I think the fit would be affected, yeah. The sides of the waistcoat are easy enough to let out (and we have extant examples of waistcoats with an extra strip of fabric added into the side seam) but the curve of the front is pretty important to how it sits on you. But then, it is fashionable in that era to leave quite a lot of the top portion unbuttoned, so maaaybe you could get away with it not fitting as well, depending on what changed and how much?

Regarding the adjustability of waistcoats, some of the earlier ones actually do have lacing in the back! This red one is an especially nice example, and it's separate all the way to the top.

(c. 1740's, V&A) (Though you also do see ones with the back hacked up and a bunch of ties that were likely added by Victorians for their fancy dress parties.)

The breeches also have adjustable waistbands, of course, so I think the hardest part to alter would be the coat. The back vent is edge to edge, so there's no overlap to sneak a bit more width out of, and letting out the side seams would require re-doing those massive pleats, which were the part I found the most difficult when making my coat. But fortunately those coats were worn open a lot of the time, so even if they're not quite right when buttoned, they should still look ok unbuttoned.

It's very difficult to predict how the fit will be affected, since HRT is different for everyone and things keep changing years down the line. (One comment on this post talks about suddenly getting more breast and hip growth after 7, 12, and 14 years.)

I only have experience from the transmasc side of things, and alas, I very much did outgrow all my old waistcoats and coats. My 1730's suit needs alterations, because the waistcoat is a bit too small, and the coat seams could use a bit of letting out too. (I made those the year after top surgery, but my ribcage kept expanding and my posture improving for quite a while.)

I've been putting it off because alterations are boring :/ My pre-top surgery waistcoats are all way too small across the chest even though material was removed, because my posture was kinda bad and I didn't even notice it, and I expect that the opposite could also lead to the same sort of better posture from more confidence & comfort.

But bodies keep changing forever anyways, even without transitioning. Plenty of cis people can't fit into the things they sewed when they were younger, so we may as well make things to fit us now. Perhaps you could make the suit now, but use a not-too-expensive fabric, and then maybe alter it later, or make a newer and better one with the experience you gained from the first one!

Also I know you specifically said menswear suit, but I want to add the fun fact that women's riding habits in this era looked extremely similar to men's suits!

(Left: Maria Amalia von Habsburg by Franz Joseph Winter, right: Member of the Van der Mersch Family by Cornelis Troost.)

As far as I can tell, the main differences are that the riding habits have a petticoat instead of breeches, and are made to fit over stays.

(Empress Elisabeth Christine in riding costume, unknown artist.)

So similar, in fact, that this portrait of a young lady in a riding habit was misidentified as a young man!

Most of the petticoat is out of frame, but you can still see that it's not beeches, and the stays shape is pretty obvious. Very silly of Sotheby's not to notice!

I have no idea if you're interested in wearing a riding habit, and I'm not sure how difficult it would be to alter the somewhat looser men's coat to fit over stays, but thought I ought to mention it.

[chronicowboy]

tomorrow will always and forever now be today (tomorrow is our always and forever) | 43k

"Think I can get a hug from my best man on my wedding day?" he asks, quietly hopeful in a way that makes Eddie want to tear off his skin.

"Sure," Chris replies with a shrug, turning to throw Eddie a cheeky grin. "Dad, Buck needs a hug."

Two things happen at once then: Eddie has to plaster on a smile authentic enough to convince the one person on this planet that knows him inside out—except he doesn't really have to fake his smile, not at first, because of number two—he sees groom-Buck for the first time. And groom-Buck is every bit as beautiful as Eddie might have imagined him over the years. Happy eyes bright and blue, pink lips stretched wide in a beaming smile, cheeks flushed pink with joy, hair carefully styled and stunningly golden in the morning sunlight. He's half-dressed too, tux jacket still on the hanger on the back of the chair, so Eddie gets an unbarred view of Buck's white shirt stretched taut over his biceps, shoulders, abs.

For a moment, Eddie falls into the greatest betrayal his brain has ever laid out for him, imagining that he might have got to see Buck like this for the first time from the other end of the aisle if he'd just been brave enough to—

"I think he meant you, kid," Eddie teases as he drops their suits to the couch. He widens his stance, so Jee can run through his legs and evade another of Chimney's grab attempts, then he ruffles Christopher's curls as a steadying act before he's suddenly in front of Buck. And he tries not to think about the pathway cleared through the living room by Jee's chase, or the fact that they're under the archway between the kitchen and the dining table, or the knowledge that Bobby is an ordained officiant where he stands behind them. "Hey, Buck," he says softly, smiling genuinely now because this is Buck.

"Hey, Eds," Buck murmurs back, and it's the first time since they'd promised to have each other's backs that Eddie can't quite decipher the emotions making Buck's voice thick.

Eddie wraps him in a hug then, careful and detached as he can manage, but it's Buck in his arms, warm and alive and his for just a few more hours. He doesn't let himself hold Buck's hips like he used to before—before he'd realised why he'd wanted to hold Buck's hips so tightly—just splays his fingers over Buck's back and tries to focus on the soft cotton under his palms rather than the way Buck's temple rests so perfectly against his. Eddie stays there, for too long probably, fingers digging in too tight possibly, and squeezes his eyes shut when they start to water. He's clinging, and he tries not to think about how it feels a little like Buck is clinging to him too.

"Ah," Eddie huffs as he pulls away, taking two steps back just to be safe. He catches Maddie's eyes on him then, sadder than they should be for the happy tears she'd been crying just before he'd got here, and Eddie wonders if her big sister omniscience is working on him too. "Come on, Buckley. Got to make an honest man out of you sooner rather than later."

"Whilst we're on the topic," Chim intervenes, a wriggly Jee on his hips with two shoes on—finally. "Are we sure he should be wearing white?"

(OR: eddie gets trapped in a time loop on the day buck marries natalia)

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[squerlly]

flames of desire chapter 11: pleasant surprise

Alastor x (f! bunny reader) TW!: violence

your POV:

I stir awake sitting up to look around, I was still in Alastors room and he wasn't there. I attempt to stand off the bed my whole body aching from yesterday, my thighs are basically screaming right now and the bite marks on my neck are a sight for sore eyes.

there was a note on the nightstand by the bed along with some flowers, classic red roses. they were simple but beautiful, I picked up the note to read it "I hope you rested well and that these flowers bring you a smile, I have gone to run some errands, I shall be back before noon, I'll see you in a few my dear~"

how funny that a man not well familiar with the feeling of love or romance is so good at it, I wonder how he got flowers down here in hell or the fact there are flowers in hell at all. I shouldn't question it, looking down I forgot that I wasn't wearing any clothes, I also forgot that the only piece of clothing I had was torn in half. great! option one is to book it to my room wearing nothing, steal Alastors clothes, or try to salvage what's left on the dress.

let's face it that dress is gone, and Angel will kill me for it. so I decided to snoop through Alastors wardrobe, finding a white button up on a hanger I snatched it off and slipped it on. it was too big but beggars can't be choosers, hurrying out of Alastors room I quickly ran to my hotel room, making it without being spotted I changed into my clothes, something simple and covered as I had decided to go out and buy Angel a new dress after Alastors made quick work of it.

I knew it wasn't a good idea to go out by myself, Alastor forbade it and I could understand why, after the Valentino incident he wanted to make sure that I never went anywhere without him for my safety. but with my stubborn self and the determination I had to replace that dress, I went out anyways.

Alastors POV:

walking the streets of hell I headed for cannibal town, I wanted to surprise y/n with a new dress and maybe a new suit for me to match, I had the perfect Idea for a date and it had been a while since she and I had gone out. I also needed to fill Rosie in on my and y/n's relationship status, her advice proved to be quite useful and I needed to properly thank her.

I open the coffin shaped doors to her emporium and walk in to see her helping a customer, I wait patiently before she turns her attention to me, pushing people aside to hug me. "Alastor! what a pleasure, here to finally replace your old suit" she teased giving me a toothy grin "You wound me so my dear, and here I thought you liked my suit" She brushed some dust off my shoulder "Well you could use a change, but what can I do for ya" "perhaps I was here for a new suit and maybe a dress for y/n, you know something nice to match" her face instantly lit up "oh please do tell me all the details~"

dragging me to a table I take a seat. "you will be pleased to know I have taken your advice and successfully courted her" "See I told you she would accept! She was a good one I just knew it" A good one indeed, it's nice to know y/n had Rosie's approval from day one, Rosie can be a bit judgmental in a friendly way... giving you suggestions that she feels you need even if you don't need them. it does my heart good to see her as excited on the topic of y/n as I am. "now about that suit, I think I have just the thing!".

your POV:

Angel told me about a store not too far from the hotel that he liked to get his clothes from so that was the first place I went to look for something of his style, walking into the store there were clothes of all types from lingerie to formal. heading to the section of the store where the dresses were, my eyes set on a black velvet fishtail dress, the hips had cutouts with gold chains to accentuate the hips and a deep open backing.

it was perfect, it was beautiful, and it screamed Angel. I quickly picked one in his size and rushed to the register to pay, dating an overlord had its advantages one of them being that Alastor had an almost endless supply of money that he so generously gave me access to. I didn't have much of a use for it up until now, paying and leaving the store, I carry a pink bag with the dress inside skipping like I just bought the most valuable thing in the world.

buying things for myself was never something I cared about, I lived simply and I was ok with that, but when it came to buying things for other people that was a whole other thing, it always feels nice to see that excitement in people when giving them things, sometimes I take it a bit too seriously but I always try to show my appreciation for people in ways that I can.

while walking back to the hotel I passed by an Ally, some people were hanging out there, there are always shady looking people looming through the shadows but something was different this time, usually when you pass by they just mind there own but instead, they were starring at me, I sped up my walking hoping I'm just paranoid but they begin to follow me, looking back one last time I decide to run.

clenching onto the bag I ran as fast as I could, I might be a bunny but I'm small and two steps for me is one step for them, so I wasn't surprised when they started gaining on me. I tried to turn a corner and lose them but came to a stop when I realized it was a dead end, I was cornered, three men, a hot pink shopping bag, and me.

I knew I was done for, I should have just listened to Alastor and not left the hotel without him, I stepped back pressed against the wall before I remembered something, I remembered what vaggie taught me.

-flashback-

"you want to learn how to fight?" "yes, I'm tired of being helpless and weak, I do not want to be a burden making people worry about me all the time" With a long thought she lets out a sigh "Fine, but we have to start small".

training with vaggie was...difficult, but with time training started to become easier. "clench your fist, but never with your thumb inside your hand, that's how you break a finger" Following her direction I ball up my fist "Ball it tight and put one foot in front of the other when you throw the punch, always aim for the face first then get the body". with one swift move, I step one foot forward and strike.

-end of flashback-

as one guy steps closer I take the shopping bag hitting one guy in the face while I step to throw a punch at the other, pushing forward I pass the two but not before the third man grabs me. I squirm trying to loosen his grip but it's no use I've been caught, that thought lasted a few seconds before everything went black.

Alastors POV:

I was quite pleased with what suit Rosie had saved for me, finding a dress that matched I waved her goodbye and walked back to the hotel. upon arrival, I headed straight for y/n's room hoping she was around so I could surprise her.

I knocked on the door "y/n darling I have a surprise for you!" no answer? I knock once more before opening the door and seeing her room empty, perhaps my room, walking upstairs I enter my room seeing the flowers still on the nightstand and the note opened but no bunny in sight. I didn't see her downstairs, in her room, or here.

with the snap of my finger, my shadow appears "Check every room in this hotel" With a nod it leaves, walking back downstairs I knock on Angel's door, if I'm correct he has the day off of work, and maybe there in his room.

the door opens and Angel walks out "Smiles? what do you want" "Is y/n in here with you?" "no, isn't she in her room or your room~" Not appreciating his comment I give him a glare "Sorry..." "Y/n is missing and if she's not with you then where is she" "I don't know but she's not here and I didn't see her leave, actually...I haven't seen her all morning" Losing my patience I leave Angel at the door walking to the lobby, my shadow reappears with no luck.

Charlie walks out of her office in concern "Al? what's the matter" "Y/n is missing and nobody knows where she is!" "Alastor maybe we should calm down a bit I could help you-" "NO!" Charlie flinches and I try to take a deep breath "I'm going out to look for her, and if something happens to her I will have someone's head"

your POV:

waking up my head was pounding and my ears were ringing, lifting my head I looked at my surroundings, there was a lot of blue with cameras surrounding every corner and a large bed. tugging at my hands I looked up to see I was tied to a pole.

the door opened, and a man with a TV for a head walked in along with "Valentino..." "Wow, you remember me~" "Why am I not surprised you're behind this, you piece of shit" "You should watch your words dollface" I turn my attention to the TV man "I'm Vox, you might not know me but I know you~"

he steps closer to me bending down to meet my eyes, grabbing my face with his clawed hands he inspects me "Tell me, how did the radio demon get such a pretty little thing like you?" "Why does it matter to you!" he chuckles and lets go of my face "Alastor is going to come looking for her and when he does...get rid of him, after we are done with him she's all yours Val~"

short chapter but I'm finishing this late at night and needed to get this chapter out before I get writer's block again. the poll for the new series was a success and all of you decided to bring it to life, so keep on the lookout for when that series will make its grand entrance. thank you all for the love and support, have a wonderful day/night!!!

-squerlly

@pooplyface1423 @strippezzz

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[radiant-reid]

LOVE your work, I seriously think you're amazing! Could you do a part 2 to the blurb you did about Spencer and the season 14 arrest?

Maybe she really fixed on his comment about how he'd be gentler with her and now she can't stop thinking about him and he notices which makes him a bit cocky? Maybe at the end of the day he brings her back to his hotwl room and shows her how gentle he can actually be? A little smutty??

waittt this was the same episode

R18 content, nothing too kinky but she does call him sir

Something compels you to walk from your room to his once you get back to the hotel. He stayed back at the hotel as well while the rest of the team went out for drinks, and you're choosing to read into that.

"What did you mean?" You ask as soon as Spencer opens his hotel room door. You shouldn't be there, you know that. It's a terrible idea, and you'll be embarrassed forever if you'd taken something he said the wrong way, but you can't help yourself.

So maybe you're going to have to quit your job, change your name, move across the country-or better yet, to a new country- get some plastic surgery, and start a new life. It's worth it for a shot with Spencer Reid.

He frowns at you, and you don't realize until then that he's not wearing a suit. It should have occurred to you sooner since he likely doesn't sleep in a dress shirt, tie, suit jacket, and dress pants, but it hadn't. His t-shirt and Caltech sweatpants are a cozy, comfortable look for him.

"What did I mean by what?" He asks in reply. "Do you want to come in?"

You step forward into his hotel room and he shuts the door behind you. "What you said earlier, about what happened before." You say.

"Descriptive." He teases. He stands less than a foot away from you, cupping your cheek to hold you there. "Tell me what you want, sweetheart."

"You." You admit.

He nods, pleased with you. "How? I promised I can be gentler, but maybe you want me to get rough with you."

Unfortunately, you know you have to pick. "Gentle, first..."

"First?" He repeats, smirking. "Does that mean I get you more than once?"

You nod eagerly. "You can have me as many times as you'd like."

"Good." He agrees, stepping close to you, until your hips slot with his. "I've got plans. Lots of plans. Things I want to do to you, positions I want to put you in."

It makes you shiver when he talks like that, heat rushing to your core. "Yes." You agree.

"You haven't even heard what those things are." He teases, profiling your reactions. "Needy. Although, I might have to test that theory."

You know what he's talking about from how his hips roll against yours, and you can't help but moan, nodding in agreement.

His hand presses against the zip of your pants, and he slowly pulls it down. Before he can touch your skin, he presses his lips forward to capture yours in a passionate kiss. While you're trying to focus on kissing him, he distracts you by unzipping and tugging down your pants.

You moan when his fingertips graze the developing wet patch in your underwear, feeling your arousal. "I'm rarely wrong." He reminds you.

"Please." You beg pathetically, thrusting your hips forward.

He nods, shushing you with a kiss on your forehead. "I don't usually take requests, but I'll make an exception."

"Thank you." You say before adding something you profiled he would like. "Sir."

He pulls you closer, taking his hand off your cheek to firmly grasp your hips. "Smart girl." He coos. "Strip for me, baby." He requests. "Want to see how beautiful you look."

You make a show of it for him, unbuttoning your blouse and slipping it over your head before stepping out of your pants. You're thankful you wore a matching set of underwear.

His hands are back on you again, wrapping around your sides and running his thumbs over your stomach. "Just as gorgeous as I knew you would be." He compliments you, eyes fixed on you. "So beautiful."

You kiss him as a form of gratitude, your own fingers tracing down his chest to palm the bulge in his pants. "How do you want me?" You wonder.

He moves you with a slight amount of force to demonstrate what he's capable of and drops you on the bed. "This will work." He says.

He slots a knee between your thighs, lips attaching to your neck as he leans behind you to skillfully unclasp your bra. His kisses continue down your neck.

"Fuck." You whine, tugging on his curls.

"Language." He scolds, using his hand to hold your throat so you can't look down. He holds you there while he nips at your skin, no doubt leaving a trail of marks in the wake of his lips.

Subconsciously, you grind your hips against his thigh, leaving a wet spot on his sweatpants. "Please, I need more." You beg.

"I know, darling girl." He assures you, pulling back and kissing your lips once more before he takes his shirt off before he tugs his sweatpants down, moving from the bed to take them off. You use his absence to tug down your underwear, exposing yourself fully to him.

Determined to feel all of him, you touch down his chest before reaching his cock, pumping him in your hand. "So handsome."

He drags your hips to the edge of the bed, standing between your legs so he can nudge his cock head over your slit. "Beg for me." He instructs.

"Fill me up, Spencer." You plead. "I want to feel all of you."

He keeps his face close to yours, making intense eye contact while he slides into you, throwing his head back immediately. "Shit, you feel amazing."

You bite your lip, nodding in agreement.

He knows what you're doing and he shakes his head. "No, I want to hear you."

You oblige his request, moaning loudly while he settles inside you. "Move, please." You say, touching his arm.

If he weren't so enamored by how tight and wet you feel around him, Spencer would have teased you about being so desperate. He thrusts in and out of you, filling you up so well you're practically screaming his name.

"Being so good for me." He compliments, not holding back in his deep, perfectly timed thrusts inside you. Every time he pulls out you miss his cock, and every time he fills you back up again, you swear he's gotten longer and thicker.

His fingers travel to your clit, softly circling it as he pushes you closer to orgasm. "I'm so close." You tell him before letting out a string of pleas.

"Let me feel it." He insists. "Cum around me."

It sends you over the edge, gripping his cock as you cum around him, stronger than you ever have before. He follows soon after, thankfully thinking forward enough to pull out and cum on your stomach.

He rests his forehead against yours, panting as you both come down from the high. "I'll, uh, go get something." He says, back to the awkward Spencer you first met, as he scurries to the bathroom to find a face cloth to wipe up his cum.

He's gentle as he touches you, leaning down to kiss you. "Was that okay?" He checks.

You nod, beaming up at him. "Everything I've wanted for a long time."

"Me too." He agrees. "And I'm very glad I get to do this again... if you still want that."

"I really do." You assure him. "Can I sleep here?"

He nods happily. "Of course. I'll get you something to wear."

"Don't want me naked in your bed?" You tease, sitting up to watch him rummage through his bag.

He chuckles, turning around to throw you a shirt. "I would accept that offer eagerly if I'd slept more than a few hours over the last few nights." He tells you. "But when we're back home, and we have a weekend together, you won't be wearing anything... maybe a few selected outfits."

[gabessquishytum]

Idk what specific au this is besides just a human one but skinny little dream with a big pop out pregnant belly he cant hide by month two... lets go w office au like last anon said bc the implications of everyone calling dream a slutty breeding bitch is sooo hot to me. Hes showing so soon bc hob put such a big baby in him and hes always sore and whiny and cries at the drop of a hat even at work now.. hob gets massive kudos for knocking him up and this would be perfect w omega dream i just realized bc "bitchy little omega learned his place". Hob finally taught the omega who thought he cluld boss everyone around some humilty.. hes gonna be out of work barefoot in their apartment soon enough and the alphas who hate him are sooo excited for both not having to be around him and also the bitch being "humbled". The problem? Hob is a LOT more territorial and protective now and hardly will agree to play along even when he knows dream gets off to it.. when someone gets a bit too close to a THREAT to dream instead of just venting? Its a good thing dream has a whole staff of lawyers on retainer and theres laws allowing an alpha to protect their mated omega!! Hob doesnt leave dreams side after that. Ever. And any time he even gets a wiff of dreams arousal hes dropping everything and holding dreams hips down to eat his pretty cunt out until hes come so many times he cant even speak<3 hob knows dream will be going back to the office. Hes gonna be the one at home and dream is going to work from home as much as possible now as well.

Also! Im getting distracted by the belly again and how dream was always all sharp angles and slim cut suits and now hes.. soft. Omega like. His wardrobe changes completely and hob thinks its the sweetest most adorable thing in the whole world when he gets all cozy in comfortable clothes and starts nesting like 100x as intensely. His tits are filling with milk and everyone can smell it on him, how fertile and bred he is.

-🔪

EEE yeah!!! YEAH!!

I love Dream being horny about all the alphas in the office saying mean stuff about him. It turns him on so much to see them leer at him and mutter under their breaths about how he's just a dumb, bred omega bitch now. Hob really wants to smack them all for talking about Dream like that, but Dream is like nooooo 🥺🥺 let them do it, it makes me so wet.

Dream starts showing up to work in maternity dresses and cute cardigans and Hob is constantly clawing at the walls with overwhelming horniness. He catches a glance at Dream’s belly and immediately starts getting hard every single time. He can't believe how massive Dream gets, and it happens so quickly!! His back hurts and his feet are swollen but he's determined to enjoy being pregnant. He grits his teeth through all the discomfort and only yells at Hob a little bit! He does have a bit of a breakdown later in the pregnancy when he finds out the baby is in the 99th percentile for size... damn Hob and his super sperm!

Hob is so looking forward to being a stay at home daddy for their little one - he imagines that he'll probably be bringing the baby into the office for visits a lot, when Dream can't work at home. They're so domestic now <33 Dream wants cuddles and Hob can't stop rubbing against him to make sure he smells claimed. 10/10, an absolute unbearable couple, everyone else in the office is totally sick of them.

A few weeks before he's due, Dream is meant to be on leave but he ends up popping into the office (he's a workaholic). Everyone is astounded by his massive belly (which is currently stretching one of Hob’s old t-shirts to the absolute limit). Considering how tiny and flat he's always been, it's a shock to see the boss so round, with his generous tits bouncing in time with each cautious step he takes. Every alpha in the office has a crisis over how innately sexy Dream is now. He's still a bitch, but now he's also a very sexy omega!!! Oh the dichotomy!!!

He goes home and gets his pussy eaten by his alpha, and totally gets off on knowing that Hob is going to knock him up again ASAP. If Dream gets his way he'll spend the next 10 years pregnant as fuck.

[harmeu]

Heyy! Can I request Hsr boys (Caelus, Jing Yuan and Welt if possible) reacting to an anxious!reader whos a performance monster? Normally, theyre quieter by nature. Wearing oversized sweaters and massive blanket scarves and dislike drawing attention to themselves (think cozy accademia)

They dont usually preform , but when they do, they will preform with ×100 charm. Full 180 from their more reserved, timider side. Confident, flirty and show-stopping they become, hypnotizing people with their preformances unintentionally.

The reason they preform is essencially a friendly contest between friends to see who can outperform the other, more of a playful pride/bragging rights thing then anything. (ie. whoever has the best preformance by vote doesnt have to worry about dinner) When your peers get competative, and step up, ones gotta rise to the ocassion. Due to that, it's kind of resulted in reader and their friends getting better and better, as everyone kept encouraging eachother (cheering, whistling, throwing money at eachother when one is preforming) to get better. (Also free food so ye)

(Feel free to decline if your not comfy, but if you do decide to do my request thank you!)

👁-👁 Anon

                               Unbelievable Show

(HSR Boys Reacting to an Anxious!Reader Who's a Performance Monster)

(GN!Reader)

Tw: Panic Attack Caelus:

The wind was sharp and cold tonight. You sat on your couch all cozied up with an oversized sweater and the longest pants in existence. A mug in your hand as you watched the local news. Today was the day you were going to face off Caelus in a performance competition. Caelus was your friend you met not too long ago in the Astral Express. He was rather expressionless and you were quite timid so the beginning was rough.

Though eventually you both warmed up to each other bit by bit. It felt like forever but it happened thankfully. As you sipped tea the door burst open almost making you spit the liquid out. It was Caelus.

“You ready to get beat?” He said with a small smug smile. 

“I’ll win..” You felt nervous. You weren’t one to enjoy others' attention. It made you feel uncomfortable. Caelus knew this as well but he wanted you to get out of your bubble and show off. Also, You can't let him beat you can you?

You then noticed his attire. He had the same clothes that he usually wore. Light gray t-shirt, black pants, and a long sleeved jacket.

“You can’t wear that to the performance..” You said pointing and mumbling.

Caelus put his hands on his hips and tilted his head with a neutral expression. 

“Why can’t I?” He said confused.

“It's a performance. You have to dress to appeal. Otherwise no one will cheer.”

Caelus did the so-called superman pose and pushed his shoulders up.

“I'm already attractive. The ladies love me.” The fact he said that with an expressionless face almost made you laugh.

“Okay let's get ready.” You say as you walk to your closet. You slipped out a seductive outfit that would catch the crowd's cheers. Your anxiety rose up but you knew this is how you'd win the contest between you and Caelus.

You put the outfit on and looked at yourself in the mirror. Taking deep breaths to get ready for what was going to happen. Caelus also changed into better attire. A suit and his hair slicked back as you headed to the theater building.

The crowd was bigger than you expected. 

Eyes everywhere.

 Your breath hitched in your throat as you tried to calm yourself down. That failed as it turned into hyperventilation. Heavy pants came out your mouth as you clutched your chest trying to stop it till you felt warm hands on your face.

“Calm down.” Caelus said cupping your cheeks. “You're okay. Everythings fine.” He said soothingly. For someone so emotionless all the time this was comforting.

“T-thank you.” You say slowly calming down. 

“I'm up first. Take inspiration if you need it.” Caelus teased with a small smile making you roll your eyes playfully.

He walked on stage and people squealed at the handsome young man in front of them. The performance was repetitive. He showed off amazing fighting skills and powers he had wowed the crowd over a million times. You smiled at your friend being proud of him. Though now you felt the urge to beat him in this even more. After all, it's a free lunch if you win.

Caelus winked as he got off stage hearing shrieks of fangirling.

“Where'd you learn how to wink like that?” You ask, chuckling.

“Sampo.” He said bluntly.

“Of course.” It was your turn now and an anxiety feeling crept on you again but you paced your breath steady as you saw Caelus shoot you an encouraging smile which you returned.

You stepped on stage and for some reason. 

Your whole damn aura changed.

You danced for the crowd with no sense of nervousness whatsoever sending Caelus into a dumbfounded state. 

Your flirty smiles caught many people's attention.

 Your seductive manner made people watch closely. 

Your beautiful talent at footwork made people stop drinking and watch in awe.

Movements flowed with ease.

Your nervousness was now confidence as you striked poses in the dance you were doing. You catched a glimpse of Caelus’s eyes and he was sparkling. Showing he was deep into the dance as well. 

A final movement to end it off and the crowds cheered as loud as they could. 

“Hurray!” 

“Huzzah!”

“MARRY ME.” Oh dear.

A blush crept to your face from embarrassment as you bowed and quickly came off stage flustered.

“That was amazing. I've never seen anything like it..” Caelus said, his eyes drifting away.

You gave a grateful smile as Caelus’s head shot up all of a sudden.

“Don’t tell me you put that nervous act just to get consoled by me?” He teased with a neutral face.

“N-no! I was actually nervous..I don’t know what just happened.” You said, shaking your head furiously.

“Now I wonder who got more votes..” Caelus replied which you nodded to.

Votes came in and goodness. 

CAELUS: 467     Y/N: 980

You had won by a landslide! Caelus’s face drifted off as he looked depressed but you smiled triumphantly at that. Though you could catch a hint of a smile on his face.

“Guess that means you're paying for my dinner.” You smirked as he sighed heavily.

“I gotta tell you something.” Caelus said with a stern face making you flinch.

“Y-yes?” You replied worriedly.

“I'm broke.”

Jing Yuan:

It was a beautiful sunny day, the clouds swarming the sky like an ocean wave. Today you were going against the General of the Cloud Knights. Jing Yuan. You couldn't find him as you searched and searched. Fu Xuan told you he was in a room which she pointed at. You thanked her and opened the door just to be caught in a tricky situation.

The General and his Cloud knights were at a meeting which you accidentally walked in on making you embarrassed.

“Oh. S-sorry wrong timing.” You flushed as you turned on your foot to leave.

“Wait. Today's performance today, right?” The General spoke with a smirk.

“Yes..but you can cancel if you want. You seem busy..” You mumbled shyly as the knights stared at the person who interrupted.

“Nonsense! I'm not busy. I have so much free time.” Jing Yuan stood up smiling. A young disciple named Yanqing of Jing Yuan also stood up looking ready to protest.

“General! You said you were going to teach me the new sword technique that the older soldiers are learning. So you are busy!” He said frustrated. Though it was a little hard to take seriously since all you saw was a little child complaining to his dad. 

“Yanqing. That can be another day. I've told them that I'd do this performance for a while now.” Jing Yuan sighed, crossing his arms looking down at Yanqing.

Yanqing then pouted and was clearly not happy with this revelation but then an idea struck. 

“How about you come along as one of the audience members?” You said murmuring a bit shyly to announce this idea.

Jing Yuan clapped once and smiled. 

“That'd be nice. Wouldn't it be Yanqing? You can also see your General doing a performance.” Yanqing wanted to decline but it was clear he wanted to see his General in the works.

“Yes, General.” He mumbled trying to cover the excitement on his face.

“Excellent!” Jing Yuan said, clearly pleased. “Why don’t you go get dressed, hm? The performance will be in 2 hours.” You nodded and headed out to the dressing room.

You dressed into an outfit that you knew would grab the crowd's attention.

 It was stunning. 

Though a wave of anxiety swept over you as you knew there would be loads of people watching. 

Staring.

After all, the General of the cloud knights was going to be there, and now his disciple in the crowd.Who would miss that? 

Your hands dug into a table as you tried to ease the stress building up on you. Your body felt cold. You needed warmth. 

“I can't do this.” You mumbled looking at the ground.

“And why can't you?” A familiar voice spoke.

Jing Yuan stood there crossing his arms and looking at you as if you were a student who was caught cheating on an exam, making you flinch in surprise.

“Ah..I'll freeze up. I can’t.” You say biting your bottom lip.

Jing Yuan sighed and held one of your shoulders as gently as possible.

“Yes you can.” He said looking straight into your eyes. “You have to. How will that bubble break if you don't blow it?” He smirked knowing he sounded poetic. “Well they don’t call me Shakespeare 2.0 for nothing.”

You chuckled amused at his comfortment. “O-okay. I'll try.” You say smiling softly.

“Good.” He let go of your shoulder smirking.

“I'm out first.” He waves you off as he walks out.

“Goodluck!” You shout encouragingly, getting a chuckle out of him.

Yanqing was in the crowd, clearly excited to see his Generals performance as goodness. He had the right to be so excited.

Jing Yuan showed blade work and how he handled weapons with amazing ease. Tricks and how he could attack his enemies from any certain angle. Each slash he showed to the crowd was as if a bird was spreading its wings for its first time.

“Wows” and “woah’s” echoed from the crowd making you feel proud but more competitive inside.

Jing Yuan winked as he came off stage and people clapped. Yanqing stood up in awe and clapped the loudest.

“You're up next.” He says to you as he walks off.

You take a breath and walk onto the stage. Feeling eyes on you. Though as the music began you swayed. 

With no tension in your body?

Fluid movements of the dance as you did neat tricks making you look like some sort of goddess.

 A flirty smile to the audience making them blush.

 A twirl to get their attention. 

An air kiss for people to continue watching.

A glimpse of Jing Yuan's expression was seen. Eyes widened and mouth slightly agape.

Minutes pass of this motion.

You stop and take a breath of relief as crowds begin cheering. Roses fell onto the stage and money was flung making you blush out of being flustered from such treatment. Yanqing gave a thumbs up which you returned chuckling.

You got off stage and smile to yourself and accidentally bump into someone quite tall.

It was Jing Yuan.

“Amazing job you did out there. I couldn't stop watching.” He says truthfully.

“I'm glad.” You smile, grasping your hands together.

“Let's check the votes shall we?” Jing Yuan suggested with you obliged and looked up at the screen.

JING YUAN: 890 Y/N: 974

You won! You won! You clapped for yourself in happiness as Jing Yuan let out a soft chuckle clapping for you.

“Well played.” He said smiling. “Guess that means I owe you dinner?” He says sighing.

“Hell yeah it does.”

(If I misinterpreted your request please tell me. <3)

[abbatoirablaze]

How To Get Away With Murder, Chapter 6

Word Count: 2.4k 

Warnings: unprotected sex, smut, protected sex, teasing/foreplay.

"Don't worry, I got you more than one suit jacket," Annalise laughed. Frank smiled at a very pregnant Annalise as she looked him over, "And Cheyanne helped pick it all out, so you can breathe easily knowing that it’ll be stylish."

"So, you’ll be sure to know you won't look too terrible.  Or dated.  God, just imagine it if Sam or my mom dressed you!”

He smiled a little bit more and your heart fluttered, “I’m just happy for something that fits.  I haven’t had my own clothes since I was thirteen!”

Frank smiled at me, some of his hair falling in his face and I giggled, reaching out to play with his thick hair, "Maybe we should get him a haircut too, so the judge doesn't hold him in contempt for looking like a bum."

"I don't even know why you are coming with us," Frank laughed, playfully pushiing my hand away from his hair, “don’t you have other things to take care of…like school work?  You-”

"Sam and Eve wouldn't let me come without her." mom answered, cutting Frank off.

"What, they don't trust me?"

"They don't trust you not to try to run out to a bar or after some chick," I laughed, sticking my tongue out, "Oh how disappointed Kennedy would be."

Mom laughed, "that's enough Cheyanne. They are calling for pregnant women to board. My cell phone is still charging, but I want you to bring it with you when you two board."

"Alright mom," I laughed. She boarded the plane with a few other people. Some were pregnant, and some people were handicapped. I bent over the chair to check on the progress, “so…you think it’ll be hot there?  I really don’t feel like changing!”

"Your shorts are a little short, huh?" he asked from behind me.

"Are you staring at my ass, Frank?" I asked, lightly pushing myself against him. I heard a sharp intake of breath.

"You shouldn't do that kid," he warned, "You don't know what you're doing."

I bent over again to 'check the cell' but this time I grinded against him hard. I could feel his manhood pulsating against my inner thigh. He grabbed my hips harder to stop me, and I heard him stifle a moan.

"From what it sounds like," I said, whipping myself around, "I know exactly what I'm doing...and I do it better than the law students you play with."

That's when I noticed his eyes were closed and his head was slightly thrown back. I looked around, but no one was paying attention to us. His head dropped slightly as I got some courage and reached between us, starting to massage his manhood. I stood on my toes and pressed my body to his. With my free hand I slid my hand behind his neck and closed the gaps between our bodies, and lips.

I felt like I was in cloud nine. Even through a full, thick beard there was nothing rough about him. His lips were the softest I'd ever kissed. He seemed to forget everything about me except what I felt, because while one hand slid around my waist, the other went to the side of my face, cupping my cheek.  It felt like a shockwave going through my body. Until suddenly his lips weren't touching mine, and his body wasn't against mine.

"Fuck," he whispered. I opened my eyes, and he had a look of pure horror on his face, "I can't do this. You're my boss’s daughter."

"I'm also not le-" I began but he cut me off by pulling me into another kiss. And who was I to complain. He pulled away this time but kept himself close to me.

"Don't say that out loud," he pleaded in my ear, “please…for the love of god.  I-I know it’s wrong…but it doesn’t feel like it.”

"You're still hard," I whispered back with a nod, "We have to board...cover up with your carry on.”

I grabbed mom's cell phone and turned it off, stuffing that and my charger in my bag. While I did so I made sure to bend over as much as possible. I caught Frank staring at me as I did and smiled. It was so weird seeing him being the flustered one. But I liked it.

The line was short, with Frank right behind me. Every time the next person boarded, I stopped short so Frank would bump into me. Then I would reach behind me, grab his hips and gently push myself into him every time. After I boarded, I heard the guy checking tickets try and converse with Frank.

"I wish a girl would do that to me, man."

Frank laughed awkwardly, "It's not like that man."

"What?  A prime piece of ass like that isn't banging you?"

That's when I smiled and came back up to him, leading him by the tie, "You done with him yet boys? Someone wanted to join the mile high club?"

That got the two ticket guys to wink at him and smile, gesturing that I could take him with me.

"Really?" he asked, "That's the best you got?"

I turned around and faced him. Our bodies desperately close. I reached up on my tip toes and half -closed my eyes like I was going to kiss him. He closed his eyes, and I went to his neck, kissing down it, "You get that when we land."

The plane ride for Frank had to be awkward in the very least. I slid past him to go to the bathroom, but he never followed. But when I brushed past him to sit down, I made sure to slide my hand along his crotch. I saw his eyes close, and he bit his lip. Every few minutes I would use some excuse to reach across him and get into my bags. I got the window seat, and he had the middle, and the seat on the aisle was free so we had our carry on sitting there. He kept insisting that I tell him when I needed something from my bag, but I shrugged and told him I could get it. When we had turbulence I grabbed at his thigh, and said I was nervous. Then my hand would slide up his leg until I was almost at his manhood. The entire plane ride he had an erection, and by the time we were getting off the plane, the look on his face was saying he was wishing he could be getting off something else.

But mom was with us as we bustled through the airport and to the line outside.  Mom rushed us into a taxi, and once more I played my cat and mouse game. We'd been ushered into a van with 2 rows and mom said she wanted to stretch, so I got to share the backseat with him. Mom had the cab driver drop us off at the hotel where we checked in. She then went to meet up with Eve and the other lawyers.  When we got our hotel keys, Frank made a bee-line for the room. I followed suit and saw that he looked like he needed a drink.

"You, stay away from me," he said seriously, "What you did on the plane isn't funny. You're lucky I don't tell your mom!"

Another trip with mom and Frank led to yet another hotel stay.  I rolled my eyes, looking to the gorgeous man I’d gotten to know over the past few years.

“What are you thinking about?”

“How I need to unwind after that flight!” he’d admitted. 

I'd already started unpacking. He went straight for the bathroom. He was in there a few minutes before he came out, looking a lot less frustrated. He'd changed into sweats and a plain tee. I waited until he parked himself in front of the television before I changed out of my jean shorts and tee shirt. I changed into a pair of booty shorts and a plain tank top, making sure to remove my bra. For lingerie I had on a pair of cute, lace boy shorts but nothing else.

I caught him watching me as I changed. When I turned around fully, his gaze went back to the television. I walked over to the mini bar and grabbed a glass, filling it with scotch. Then I walked over to him.

"You can't drink.  You’re only nineteen," he said, "Hand it over."

"Oh gladly," I giggled, taking a sip. His eyes went wide. I straddled him and handed him the glass, "You need to relax, Frank."

"If I mess up Annalise will kill me," he admitted nervously, “I’ve been on a tight leash since the trip when she lost your brother…”

“Well…let me help you unwind.”

“We aren’t supposed to be like this!” he reminded me, “both of your parents will kill me…your mom especially.”

"She doesn't have to know," I smiled. I held my arms out like I was going to reach for the glass. When he pulled it away, I shrugged and cupped his face, pulling him into a kiss, “god I miss the way your lips feel against mine…it seems like we’re only truly together on these trips.”

"Cheyanne," he whispered against my lips. I grinded my hips into his, and I felt him start to get hard again. His hands went from being over top of mine to sliding down my hips. One hand rested at my hip, while the other grabbed my ass. His protest turned into moans. Soon I joined him when he flipped us so that he was on top of me and his hand went from my ass, to massaging my breast, “you don’t know what you’re doing honey.”

"Frank," I moaned. He smiled and I felt my shorts disappear. My hands went from his face to being tangled in his hair. One hand slid along his chest before we pulled his shirt off. While I pulled at his shirt, he tugged at mine. When I removed mine, he took the time to slide his sweats and boxers off.

He kissed me deep and I felt the length of him lining up at my entrance. I was wet thinking about him. I wanted him, craved him. He smiled and pulled away from me. He laid a trail of kisses along my jaw and breasts, down to my navel. He stopped when he got to my lace underwear.

"You think these are cute?" he asked with a devilish grin. Before I could answer, he ripped them off me. My eyes went wide, and he buried his face in my crotch.

"Frank," I moaned, very loud. I felt him grin as he parted my legs even further. I quickly became a mess of moans. My eyes felt heavy, and I wanted to orgasm when he abruptly stopped and came back up to kiss me, "Please...I need you. So bad. Please Frank."

He smiled, "That's all you had to say baby doll."

And with that, I felt his hips line up with mine, and he entered me. I closed my eyes. I felt like I was being split in half.  Over the past year and a half, I’d grown accustomed to his size; having lost my virginity to him the day I turned eighteen, but this felt different.

Felt more special.

"Fuck," I hissed, “oh fuck!”

He stopped himself, "Are you okay?"

I nodded, "Don't stop."

"You sure?"

I nodded, "I want to feel every inch of you, Frank. Show me what a real man is like...please Frank!"

He smiled and pressed the rest of himself inside me. I closed my eyes, and a shiver went down my spine. Then in a flash, the pain was gone and it felt so good.

"You okay?"

"Fuck me like a real man, Frank," I smiled, "Give me your best."

"Oh sweetheart," he smiled, "I'll give you everything I got."

He felt amazing. I couldn't help but become a mess of moans one more time with him. I kissed him with every ounce of passion I had. The shockwaves were back. They felt more intense. I grinned as he slammed into me.

"Fuck," he said in a guttural growl, "Oh, fuck, Cheyanne. God damn."

"Yes," I kept moaning, again and again, "Frank. Yes. Oh, god, Yes!'

We were both becoming louder, unable to contain ourselves. Each of us moaning the others name. I came all over his dick and he pulled out.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he said, eyes closed, "I didn't finish yet. Get a condom out of my bag."

I nodded and ran to his bag, opening multiple zippers before I found a few condoms. I grabbed one and bounded over to him. I opened it and slid it over his still hard member before slowly straddling him, lowering myself onto his cock.

"Now give me your best," he grinned, “see how long it takes you to milk me dry.”

2 hours later, we were a mess of sweat and the smell of sex was in the air. We'd manage to make it to his bed in our span of having sex 4 times. I smiled as I laid beside him. He rolled so that he was facing me, "No one can know about this."

"I know," I said, facing him, "I'm not stupid."

"I wish it didn't have to be like this," he sighed. "I don't want you to think I say this to every girl, but I feel something with you...I know it's wrong, but it doesn't feel wrong."

I smiled and pushed my body against his. His lips met my own. When I pulled away, he had a dreamy smile on his face. I pushed some hair out of his face and rubbed his cheeks, "Honestly, I can't believe this is happening right now."

"Me either." he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, “shit…how’ve we managed to keep it up for this long?”

"I don’t know…but I'm really tired." I said.

"Then go to sleep, baby" he laughed. He kissed the tip of my nose, and I turned around so I wasn't facing him. I felt my face heating up. Could it really be that I liked Frank Delfino, the juvenile delinquent man whore? “I’ll be here when you wake up!”

“Promise.”

“Promise!”

I nodded and closed my eyes and flipped back over so I was laying on Frank's chest. I heard him chuckle. I concentrated on his heartbeat. It was slow and steady. He brushed some of my hair behind my ear.

"I know you probably didn't believe me when I said earlier," he sighed, more to himself than anyone. He thought I was sleeping, "But me and you feels so right...I don't care how long you wanna keep us a secret…I’ll do it until you’re ready...but one day I'm going to marry you. We're going to have a future together." 

Chapter 7

[justafairytailofinnocence]

New anon here <3

Match up for PotC?

General:

- Fem identifying + she/her if you need my pronouns

- Polyam and possibly bi (for now I'm only romantically attracted to males so)

- Academically smart + gamer

- I love drawing, learning languages and playing games (though you can't do that in those times)

- I also don't mind playing poker or mahjong so

- Mental state is questionable (I'm going to therapy so you be the judge /lh)

Personality:

- My personality changes from: Chaotic/happy - very unstable - Soft/cute - s e x (/hj)

- I've been known by friends and aquaintences to be... very confident/outgoing? Apparently I give off the vibes of 'F u im gonna be me and not care about anyone's judgements'

- My sense of humour is cursed and chaotic

- Speaking of, I am quite a chaotic person in general

- I'm also quite energetic? People say I'm always very cheerful

- That's a lie I'm just good at masking lmao

- I'm pretty indecisive too ohno

- Anyway, I'm VERY empathic/caring. I am literally part of an online support group full of strangers so we can all help each other

Looks:

- I am pretty small (5'2 or something)

- Also literally as slim as a stick (not like skeleton/unhealthy, just like... very skinny) 💀

- I have long straight black hair and brown eyes

- Small face shape too I think

- Pretty flat (both chest and butt) but I think I've got decent hips imo 🤔

- My fashion is as variable as my taste in men tbh

- Sometimes im the cute girl with short pleated skirts, oversized sweaters, flowy dresses, knee high socks, Mary Jane shoes, pink blushy makeup and soft strawberry pinks

- Sometimes I be put here with leather jackets, suits, bold black liner + red lipstick and g strings

- And sometimes im looking like a sl-tty e girl idk man 🤷

- Anyways, I think if I had to wear a pirate fit it would either be an off the shoulder crop shirt + low waisted trousers or a cute flowy white dress with a brown corset and stuff

Relationship stuff:

- I'm pretttty big on PDA

- I like holding hands, hugs, kisses

- What I absolutely adore is having a hand on the waist + being picked up bridal style

- Being hugged from behind is cute too <3

- Romantic gestures that are more verbal such as compliments, letters and such are cool, just not as good as PDA lol

- Oooo speaking of I would love getting jewellery or clothes from bf bc then I can wear it as if to prove to others we're together and stuff :)

- I think i would probably suit a more casual one rather than go straight into 'I love you' tho ofc later on I wouldnt mind

- I don't mind most dates, though movies + museums are probably not my thing lol

- I don't mind a bit of clinginess, but I detest constant messages/texts like leave me alone

- As for my pref in men, as long as ur taller and masc I'm good man

Extra:

- I saw u could do a theme song and I think that would be super cool!!

- If there's like... one person I wouldn't like to be matched with it would be any of the Turners (sorry lol)

- I assume it isn't allowed, but if it is then multiple matches are 😳 yes pls

- TYSM FOR READING THIS ILYSM 💜💜💜

Hello dear 💖, thanks for your request.

For potc I ship you with:

Jack sparrow 🏴‍☠️

And

Hector Barbossa 🐒

Jack met you through tortuga, he was sailing to find the fountain of youth.

You were captured with jack and black beard to find it.

Jack was whisping you away, he lost the pearl however to the captain.

He tried to make amends with you by showing how romantic he can be.

Jack is more passionate and romantic while Hector's more genuine and somewhat heartfelt.

Barbossa wanted to find Jack but at the same time he also wanted the pearl and find you.

Jack rarely was committed but he for the first time wanted to be with you.

Angelica got jealous most of the time and had you do the dirty work.

Barbossa didn't exactly share his feelings, he wasn't used to romance but he would be would reveal something to you.

Jack has more experience, he was quite more passionate and confident in what he knows.

Expect sword fighting and arguing between the two.

If you choose jack, he would marry you on the pearl and your kid would be the next pirate lord. They would have his eyes and your hair.

Your theme song with jack:

If you chose barbossa, he would marry you as a pirate bride and your kid would be a pirate or landlubber. They would have your hair and his eyes.

Your theme song with barbossa:

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta ✨️

[meownotgood]

rosemary. / hayakawa aki x fem!reader, 18+, smut, handjob, overstimulation, edging, sub aki

this work contains explicit content intended for 18+ individuals. please read the tags and do not interact if you are a minor.

Aki came home from work utterly exhausted, so when you told him to relax, pushed him into the loveseat, and asked to let you take care of him, he wasn't going to object. Truthfully, he was needy for you all day, counting down the minutes until he'd get to come home to you, and fantasizing instead of focusing on his job. 

This wasn't exactly how he imagined things going, though. Greedy hands tied behind his back, bound at the wrists by his own tie, preventing him from touching you or himself. Teased and edged by you for the past hour, rendering him a complete mess. 

Aki gasps, his hips squirming, but when you take your hand off of him, he settles with a desperate and frustrated exhale of breath. "Please," He begs sweetly, his voice raspy and strained, high-pitched and desperate. God, he's adorable like this, begging for you to touch his cock more. 

Aki didn't bother to change out of his work clothes, nor did you give him an opportunity to. His hair is messy but still up in its topknot, showing off the blush that covers his cheeks and the tips of his pierced ears. His slacks and boxers are pulled down to his thighs, his suit jacket is falling off his shoulders, and his dress shirt is unbuttoned just enough to expose his chest and the dip of his collar bones. 

The loveseat is a bit confined as is, but with his legs spread out wide for you, you're given even less space beside him. You're nearly sitting on the arm of the chair, pressed up close to Aki. You can feel the heat radiating off his body, hear each breath he takes in and every subtle whimper that leaves his mouth. 

When your touch finally returns to him, you don't give him everything he wants right away. You trail a single finger up his cock, circling the tip. You feel it twitch and Aki bites back a moan, tugging his wrists at his restraints to no avail, whining your name so faintly you hardly heard it. He's trying his best to stay quiet, but he still groans when your hand wraps around his dick, rutting his hips into your touch. 

His pretty cock is leaking so much. He's so hard, so sensitive, cock dribbling pre-cum all over your fingers and all over himself. Your knuckles are sticky and soaked, his thighs and the fabric of his pants are filthy. You stroke him once, echoing a slick, wet sound, before your hand trails up, rubbing the tip with your palm, fingertips playing with his slit. 

"Ah! Stopstopstopstop," Aki cries out, his head tossing back, his fingernails digging into his palms and his teeth biting down on his bottom lip in an attempt to keep his composure. "Slow down, slow down, too much… I can't, p-please…" 

You take your hand off of him and give him a second to calm down. He's panting, mouth parted, eyelashes heavy and fluttering. His dick is so damn sensitive from the constant teasing and from not being able to cum for so long. He wants your touch badly, needs it, but he's so overwhelmed he can hardly stand himself, so dizzy he feels like he's high. 

"You okay?" You ask him gently, whispering into the shell of his ear. 

Aki nods, swallowing before he speaks. "Y-yeah," His voice is weak, cracking slightly, despite the fact that he tries to keep it sounding resolute. "I can take it. Keep going." 

You oblige, but when you're touching him again, you're stroking his cock slowly and leisurely with an open grip. You're taking your time, not giving him too much, but it feels like you're not giving him enough. It's agonizing, and Aki is so desperate for more friction he can't stop himself. He thrusts into your hand, grinding his dick on your palm, moaning through shaky breaths. 

His whimpers are getting louder and louder and fuck, his roommates are still in the other room. They should be sleeping by now, but he needs to be quiet, otherwise he's going to end up waking them. You grab his chin firm, tilting his head to the side and towards you, silencing him with a hurried kiss. 

It's messy, and Aki's mouth parts obediently, allowing you to shove your tongue down his throat. His noises become muffled as he moans into your mouth. Your free hand holds the back of his neck, pressing him into you, further deepening the kiss. All the while, you're jerking him off, gripping his dick tighter. 

When you pull away, you trail kisses down his jaw. Aki isn't sure what to focus on, melting between the feeling of your soft lips on his skin, on his neck, over his Adam's apple, and your hand toying with his pretty cock. Your mouth moves to his ear, kissing it, nibbling at his earring. You whisper, "Shhh, shhh," into his ear to quiet him down, but he hardly notices. 

"Don't st-stop baby, don't stop," Aki begs breathlessly. He's fidgeting so much, and his cock is throbbing, just as hard as his own heartbeat pounding in his chest. He's getting close again, his breathing ragged. You promptly take your hand away before he has the chance to ride out his high. 

Aki lets out a high-pitched, loud whine, and your hand immediately flies to cover his mouth. His whimpers are muffled by your palm, and his gaze is pleading when he stares at you, pupils blown and pooled with need.

You keep your voice as strict as possible when you demand, "You need to stay quiet, otherwise I won't keep touching you. Can you do that?" 

You've stopped stroking him, but Aki still thrusts up slowly into your grip. His heart skips a beat at you bossing him around. The bridge of his nose crinkles in frustration, but he nods. 

You take your palm away from his mouth, but instantly grab his face to keep him looking at you. He's covered in beads of sweat and a bright red flush. His eyebrows are furrowed, his lips are quivering, his face is contorted in pleasure and desire. To say he looks desperate is an understatement.

You ask him, "How bad do you wanna cum?" 

"Really, really bad…" Aki murmurs, and he sounds like he can barely speak, stumbling over every syllable. "P-Please… please let… m-me. I wanna cum for you." 

Little, pent-up tears are welling in the corners of his eyes, and Aki rubs his bound wrists together in restlessness. Fuck, he sounds so perfect when he begs, when he says please, when he wants to cum for you. He's normally so professional and composed; you're the only one who gets to see him like this, needy and pleading with his dick in your hand. You're the only one who can control his pleasure, and there's no way you can resist him for long.

Finally, finally you start touching him again, and he's too far gone, fucking into your grip shamelessly, moaning like you didn't just tell him to quiet down, "A-ah! Holy sh-shit, f-feels so good…" 

"Aki, shhh." 

Yeah, he's not even paying attention at this point. Actually, hearing you say his own name just spurs him on further. He's whining again and again, his moans so pretty and a perfect contrast to the normally deep tone of his voice. 

"Oh my God, I'm gonna cum, baby, please-" 

All Aki can think about is how good it feels, how sensitive his dick is, how badly he needs to cum, and when you take your hand away again, he's unable to stop himself this time. There was no way he could, even if he wanted to. Not when he needs to cum this bad. 

His pleasure boils over and he's chanting your name between broken moans as he cums untouched, without your hand on him. He's squirming in his seat, panting, cumming all over his thighs and his pants, cum dripping down his cock. 

He came so hard, so much, but you hardly give him any time to recuperate. Your hand returns to wrap around his dick. You jerk it up and down until he's fully hard again, getting the entire length filthy and smeared with his cum. 

Aki just barely manages to choke out, "What're you…?" 

He trails off, out of breath, and you smile. 

"Did you think you were gonna get off that easy?" 

To be honest, he thought so, but after how much you teased him already, he should have known better. But cumming without your hand on him felt unsatisfying, and he's already hard again, his mind already swimming with thoughts of you giving him more. 

You can go another round for me, can't you? 

So, this is what you meant by taking care of him, huh? 

[unluckyhoneybee]

I just found your page, I looooove how you write.

We got to see how Gina reacted, can you write one about Mick's mum's reaction? I'm sure Corinna would be hilarious, sweet and would embarrass his son as any funny mum would 🤣

🤣😏😅

Part 10. Best friends to lovers MARSTERLIST

Note: I changed this a bit. We already had Gina reacting to the relationship so I made this more like Corinna catching them in a compromised position. And obviously, Mick would get grumpy.

Warnings: nothing to warn really. Things get steamy, but that's it.

"You did so well, babe" You said snaking your arms around Mick's neck. He was flustered and sweaty and his hair was a mess. "I'm so proud of you."

He had a wonderful race, he had battled so well with others, he had gained some places and defended them.

"Are you?" He had that cheeky smile that made you weak on your legs.

"Mhm. So so proud" You whispered on his lips.

He grabbed your hips and pulled you closer. He was happy with his results and wanted to celebrate with you. And a quickie on his driver's room would be just the beginning of it.

"Why don't you show me?"

You gave him a deep kiss, dragging your tongue against his lips and pulling softly his hair. He moaned in your mouth. You gently pushed him to the sofa and made him sit, climbing quickly onto his lap. He didn't have so much time, he had media duties.

The kisses grew deeper and more passionate. You were devouring each other mouths. Your hands had travelled down and were fighting with the zip of his suit. You cupped his member and Mick moaned in your mouth. His hands had lifted your dress and were now caressing your butt under your panties. But right when you finally freed his member, you heard the door cracking open and a loud wasp.

You jumped from Mick's lap and looked at Corinna, who was covering her eyes but laughing.

You wanted the earth to open and swallow you.

"Oh guys... You are really fast!" She said laughing.

"Mum..." Mick had finally fixed himself and was standing right next to you. You tried to hide behind his broad shoulders, too embarrassed to face your mother-in-law.

"You should have locked the door if you wanted privacy, Mick"

Corinna was so right.

Mick sighed and brushed his hair.

"Em... Do you want something, mum?"

You pinched his side.

"Don't be rude, Mick" You whispered to his ears.

"I'm glad you have her to control you. Those genes you have..." Corinna said smiling. "They were looking for you, Mick. You have something to do"

Mick grunted and you gave him a little pat on his back.

"Mick, you will continue later, she is not going anywhere!"

"Mum you really need to stop with this."

He was blushing so hard that it made you laugh. You gave him a little kiss on his cheek.

"Go Mick, you have duties" You caressed his lower back and pushed him gently. "I'll be right here"

"Oh no, not you"

Corinna and you laughed loudly. You were embarrassed at first, but it was kind of funny now.

"Sorry, babe. See you later"

He rolled his eyes and left the room first, Corinna and you following close behind.

"You know I have been there too, right?" Corinna kept joking and joking and you couldn't breath from laughing. "I've also had quickies on the driver room"

"I'm begging you, mum"

"I'm just happy that you are both happy, son" She linked your arms "I will knock next time, don't worry"

"Yeah, that would be nice, Corinna" You said blushing again. "Now we have to deal with him like that for the rest of the day"

You two laughed together.

"I hate you both, you are horrible" You heard him saying.

"Mick, the best thing you have done in your life is getting me YN as a daughter in law, I can't believe I changed your diapers"

You really loved her, but sometimes she was too much. Your belly actually hurt from laughing with her.

"Best mother in law ever!"

A bit shitty, not gonna lie. I'm drained from my two past exams.

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Objections: Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader

synopsis: you go to a wedding as the maid of honor for your best friend, so you have to keep things proper. But there's always room to have a little fun, right? (a piece for the Gangland Collab hosted by @semisgroupie)

wc: 2.5k

tw: NSFW

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Flustered.

That's one way to describe how you're feeling while everyone is running around and making demands. You're barely dressed when the bride - and your best friend - comes into your shared hotel room with a red face.

"Y/n, my shoes won't buckle!"

You stoop to help Mizuki silently, hoping she would calm down after your assistance. But then she begins to complain bout how awful the wedding rehearsal had gone the night before, where only two out of the four groomsmen had shown up. The best man had even sat the rehearsal dinner out, claiming to have a wicked hangover—a likely story.

"There," you state, standing up and pulling your blush-colored dress straps over your shoulders.

"Thanks, y/n. Don't know what I'd do without you."

And you carry Mizuki's flowers as she rushes across the courtyard to the church, her hands full of tulle skirt. And you adjust her veil when it slips off her hair a little. All the things her mother would have been there to do, you're there for instead. Because that's just who you are.

The groom and the groomsmen have already descended the aisle, and you hand Mizuki her flowers as her father approaches her in the church's lobby. His tattoos are covered by the long-sleeved suit and buttoned-up shirt, but you know Mr. Magahara would show his tattoos if he could.

"You're the best maid of honor," he mentions, and you smile, giving him a wink.

"Wouldn't give this up for the world."

As you walk down the aisle alone, you smile at all of the family members present on Mizuki's side, knowing each and every one of them by name and function. You take your place across from the groomsmen standing behind the groom and eye the best man - a tall, black-haired fellow - with curiosity. His black eyes flick to you for a moment, linger on your appearance in the blush silk, and then turn away just as quickly as if you no longer existed. But Mizuki is coming down the aisle, and you turn toward her, placing your best "I Want to Be Here" smile on your face.

The wedding vows and ceremony passes in a blur, and before you know it - she and her white-haired groom are wedded. As they leave, you walk back up the aisle beside the best man, secretly wondering why he couldn't just suck it up the night before, but you keep your thoughts to yourself as you wait for the golf carts purchased to take you all to the reception.

"Y/n, you and Geto will get in the next one," Mizuki claims and zips off, facing the crowd while her dress flies around her and Gojo. You turn to the man as he sits in the driver's seat of the white golf cart, and he pats the seat next to him. His cuffs roll up just a bit to reveal a red and black tattoo outline when he does so. You look back up at his face, and Geto raises a brow - noticing you noticing his tattoo.

"I don't bite..." he offers, shrugging. Other people are going past you and the stationary cart as you assess the Yakuza member, but after what feels like forever, you decide to get into the cart, and he starts it up before taking off at a crawl. "Often." Before you can respond, he floors the pedal down on the golf cart, and you scream, holding onto the side rails for dear life.

It would be just your luck. You're stuck in a golf cart with a bona fide crazy man who is in the Yakuza.

When he finally pulls up a the barn, you step off the cart, dizzy, but you feel no more inclined to throw up than you did before. However, Geto gets out of the vehicle and loops your arm through his, guiding you towards the repurposed barn like a gentleman.

"Wasn't so bad, was it? Maybe four-and-a-half stars out of five?"

"Out of ten," you mutter, earning you a hearty laugh.

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You're six toasts in and a little unsteady on your feet when Geto turns to you, watching you eat the cupcake offered to you moments before. He places his hand on his chin, examining you in the dim lighting of the venue like he did at the church.

"What?" you wonder, mouth full of icing and cake.

"Just watching you eat that cupcake. Maybe I should've gotten one, yeah?"

"Yeah," you muse, sucking some icing off of your index finger. "They're fucking amazing."

"I bet..." You think you hear him groan in his throat, but you can't be sure, so your attention goes back to the people on the dance floor, and you thumb over to the crowd.

"You don't like dancing?"

"Eh," Geto shrugs, watching the groom sway to the slow song with his bride. "No one's ever asked me to dance with them before." You stand from your chair and offer Geto your hand, praying he wouldn't embarrass you by not taking it.

"Well, Mr. Geto, may I have this dance?"

The man looks at your hand, then back up at your face, as if you were joking. But you continue to stand there, palm up, until he finally takes it, leading you to the dance floor. He pulls you into a traditional slow dance hold - one hand against your waist, the other holding your hand out - and you look up at him, laughing.

"You can dance!"

"Never said I couldn't," he chuckles, smiling down at you. "Just said I hadn't." After a few moments of this, the song changes to something fast and exciting - definitely a song that makes you want to shake your ass a little. At first, the mafia member is caught off-guard by the song, but he dances along with you, mouthing the words to the song.

"You acted like you've never been to a party before," you mention, and he shakes his head, his banging flopping back and forth.

"Always rolled up in the back and watched the festivities."

Your entire perception begins to shift, and for some reason, your cheeks heat up under his gaze. It's the alcohol, you consider. It has to be.

But as you move closer to him and Geto takes your hips in his hands, you know you won't be able to escape this evening unscathed. The DJ changes the song to a sultry and seductive song, and you follow the beat, rolling your body under the firm grip of the hands on your body. Your fingers creep up Geto's suit and rest on his chest, eyes following and resting on his face. He leans down and exhales in your ear, and you tilt your head back, hair tickling the back of your neck.

"Fuck..." he breathes, and you stifle a moan when his hands creep up to the top of the back of your dress. "Y/n, I don't know if I can keep dancing with you like this... Makes me think about--"

"Don't," you whisper, feeling the need grow in your stomach. "Don't say it. We just met, and I can't... I shouldn't..."

"I'm renting a hotel room tonight and heading back into town in the morning," he adds, ignoring your plea. "Maybe we could..." Geto leaves the ending open, and you close your eyes, hissing as he grips your ass.

"You're making a scene."

The sound of Mizuki behind you is enough to startle the both of you into sobriety. You look back, and Gojo and Mizuki raise their brows at the two of you simultaneously.

"If you're going to fuck each other, don't do it here. Go on," Gojo smirks, jerking his chin at you. "Get out of here."

Neither of you needs any more permission to take off and go back to the hotel.

"Get your things and meet me on floor ten."

You fumble with the keycard as you stumble into the hotel room you shared with Mizuki. Nothing but the thoughts of being under Geto fill your mind as you throw your things into a bag and rush up to the tenth floor.

Geto is standing in front of the elevators and scrolling on his phone, his black jacket slung over his shoulder and tattoos on full display from his forearms to his elbows. Shit.

He notices you immediately and holds his hand out for your bag, then walks you to a room at the end of the hall. The plush carpet beneath you makes you a little unsteady on your feet, but you keep your composure and step into the room behind him. He sets your bag on the couch in the room, sighing and placing his jacket over it before walking over to where you are, still standing at the now-closed door in anticipation. He tilts your chin up and smiles, leaning in for a kiss without speaking.

And you give him exactly what he wants, pressing your back against the door as Geto runs his hands over your body slowly, deliberately. "You've been driving me crazy all night long," he muses, pulling away from you and tapping your nose with his index finger. "But now I've got you right where I want you."

"Wait," you murmur, head hazy, already drunk on his essence. "I don't even know your first name."

"Suguru," he whispers against your lips. "But I go by Su."

And before you know it, you're moaning that name over and over again, his head between your legs and hands on your thighs. You can see all of his tattoos from his back to his hips, and for a moment, you're lost in the intricate patterns and swirls and animals. Your hands are tangled in his hair, and he moans when you tug slightly on it, pushing him into your cunt a little more.

"Please, Su..." you beg, and he answers your request by sucking on your clit and flicking his eyes up to watch your face change. "Oh my god." Your rock your hips against his face, and he hums loudly, bordering on a growl while his tongue flicks back and forth. "Ah!" Your orgasm arrives faster than you thought it would, catching you off-guard and making your back arch.

Suguru grabs your hips and repositions you so he's still eating you out as you cum. And when you're done, he pulls away slowly, licking his lips and peeling his pants off.

"That's a good girl," he mutters, pushing your legs up and grasping his hard length. "You ready for me?"

"Yes, please," you whine, and Suguru slides his cock up and down your pussy before slapping it with his cock head a few times.

"Wet as fuck," he groans, then slides into you, barely getting his cock past your entrance before easing up. "And tight as shit. Damn, Satoru owes me ten bucks."

You're about to ask what the hell that means, but he slides back into you, and the thought evaporates. "Oh, Su!" The man slides back out, then in, gaining a few inches each time. His hips meet yours with a slap of skin, a rhythm he maintains as your own personal initiation begins.

"Keep those hips still for me, kitten." You obey, moaning in time with his thrusts and watching his cock pump in and out of you with a milky, white ring of your cum forming at the base. "Look at that... You're creamin' all over my cock." All you can do is moan in response, feeling your body flush under his gaze. Lithe fingers dance around your collarbone before sliding back down to your breasts, toying with your nipples carefully.

"Can we..." You gasp as he leans down and swipes his tongue across your breast, the sound of your moans and groans cutting through the static in your head.

"What'd you say?"

"Can we--" Another gasp is pulled from you when Suguru tugs your right nipple with his teeth, delivering a shock of pain and pleasure.

"You keep stopping mid-sentence, kitten. Spit it out." All this time, he hasn't stopped thrusting into you, and you frown a little, trying to recall what you wanted to say.

"Su, can we please -- ah!" Suguru drives a hand toward your clit and rolls it between his fingers.

"Baby," he chastises, smirking playfully. "Didn't they teach you to finish your sentences in grade school?" You huff in response, and Suguru laughs, pulling his hand away and leaning over you. "No, really. What is it, y/n?"

"Can you fuck me from behind, please?" Suguru's brows raise, and you swallow hard, feeling him pull out slowly.

"Be my guest," he encourages you, and you flip over, scooting to the edge of the bed eagerly. Suguru slaps each ass cheek once before entering you again. "Go ahead," he murmurs, and you bounce back onto his cock, taking control. You look back at the Yakuza member and bite your bottom lip, feeling your climax build.

"Feels so fucking good, Su," you whisper, and his mouth parts at the way you look. "So damn sexy..."

He slides out of you almost instantly, pushing you onto the bed and mounting you from above. "Trying to make me cum, huh? I know your little tricks. I've got something for that." He doesn't sound displeased at all, just a little surprised, but his reaction no longer matters as he pounds into your little cunt as hard and fast as he can, pushing your hips into the bed over and over again. A hand crawls up to your neck, and Suguru latches his lips onto your earlobe, traveling lower while he fucks you so hard that the headboard begins to shake.

"The h-headboard," you cry out, but Suguru pays you no mind, keeping you in place while he thrusts into your abused cunt until you tip over the edge, choking out a sound between a wail and grunt.

"Good girl," he whispers in your ear as your hand scramble to find purchase among the silken sheets and pointless pillows. "Cum for me... just like that." A ragged inhale triggers his climax, but you're still riding your high as he rocks into your cunt, filling you with his cum. You both lay on the bed, recovering with deep inhales and exhales, and a soft moan or two.

"Shit," you breathe.

"That was fucking amazing." Suguru stays inside of you but pulls you onto your side so he's spooning your body carefully.

"You're in the Yakuza," you whisper. "Does this mean I can never tell anyone about what we did?" Suguru laughs loudly, shaking your body as he holds you.

"Everyone watched you and I leave, I don't think there's any confusion about what we're doing. And even if they didn't Gojo will tell them for sure." You groan, but Suguru pulls you in closer. "Don't worry, y/n. I won't let them embarrass you. I'll make sure to let them see you with me on dates, too."

[aot-brainrot]

seeing you in a swimsuit for the first time

info: aot and jjk. in order of softest/fluffiest to roughest/smuttiest

characters: eren, reiner, zeke, toji, sukuna

cw: possessiveness, dressing room sex, hair pulling, sukuna being sukuna.

EREN JAEGER wouldn't really know what to say or do with himself. he'd get all quiet, his jaw on the floor, his eyes just scanning your figure slowly like it would be the last thing he'd ever see. if you're shy about it, he'd tear your hands away from yourself so that he can keep silently inspecting you. he wants to memorize every single detail. there's no way he'd let you wear a revealing bikini to the beach, though, for that reason alone-- you're his to admire. you can wear another bathing suit.

REINER BRAUN would smile and hug you close while lifting you up a bit to make you laugh, but it's also an excuse for him to watch as your breasts squish and fall out of the suit a bit. you're ravishing. he'd tell you that you're perfect, you're beautiful, you're all his, he can't wait to spend the day at the beach with you looking like that because everyone will get jealous of you for being so perfect and of him because he has you. he'd drop you back onto your feet and kiss your nose before you head out.

ZEKE JAEGER is the kind of guy who wouldn't think twice about it while walking down to the beach, hand-in-hand, because you're wearing one of his large shirts to cover yourself. once you get onto the sand, though, and you take off his shirt, he hesitates and just... stares. he watches as you so casually move about, putting sunscreen on, laying out a towel, or kicking off your shoes so that you can run into the water. he knows you don't notice him staring. he knows you don't notice anyone staring. he's too breathless and taken aback to do anything other than grab your hip and pull you onto his lap so that he can whisper, "i love you so fucking much."

TOJI FUSHIGURO would just stand outside of the dressing room with arms full of clothes as you try everything on inside. he likes to buy you things. lots of things. when you said you needed a swimsuit before you could go to the pool with your friends over the weekend, he excitedly took you to the mall where he could go aisle by aisle, running his hands along all the fabrics, trying to find you the perfect one. he wants you to flaunt off your body. there's no point in hiding how beautiful you are. however, what he forgot to prepare himself for was you coming out of the changing room to show him each and every swim suit he picked out, spinning in circles in front of him, adjusting the straps to push up your boobs, asking him if he likes it. once you'd find the one, he can't hold himself back any longer. he'd push you back into the changing room and just fuck you right there while telling you to buy that exact swimsuit in every color possible, and maybe buy double because he's planning on ruining you in all of them.

SUKUNA wouldn't even let you out the door. whether it be to go to the beach, the pool, or just to tan outside-- whatever the situation is, the second he sees you parading around the house in your swimsuit while searching for your car keys, he'd grab you by the hair, bend you over the nearest surface, push your bottoms to the side, and just fuck you until you're dumb and unable to leave the house with shaky legs. "that's a good girl. now just stay right there for me to use again in a few minutes. no changing outfits today or tomorrow." he likes the easy access bikinis provide.

[peakyscillian]

It's my birthday | Cillian x Fem!Reader | One Shot |

Summary: It's your birthday & you know what you want. Requests: Not so much a request but a fic swap for our birthday month with @janelongxox Warnings: Smut/langauge A/N: Happy Birthday Girl! Enjoy this fic, thank you for letting me always talk about our Cilly!

It's my birthday.

The party was in full swing, everyone had a drink in their hand, you were stood with your girlfriends, you'd been away on location with Cillian and you had catching up to do, but it was your birthday and you knew you should be mingling with your guests.

Cillian had managed to pull off the ultimate surprise party, coordinating all the arrangements with your best friend in Dublin whilst you were both in Manchester. He'd even picked out a dress, which much to his relief you loved the moment you slipped it on that evening, his hand had run down your exposed back, stopping just before the curve of your backside, before he dropped his lips to the exposed warm skin of your neck making you suggest you forgot about dinner and stayed home.

He'd given you a coy smile, shook his head "plenty of time for that, birthday girl" he had teased, a gentle kiss to your painted lips before he grabbed his suit jacket and exited the room, leaving you with a dull throb between your thighs.

Your eyes caught him over with a few of your family members, your gaze dropping to his fingers, thick and long curled around the glass of Guinness as he spoke to your uncle, you felt the throb return to your core at the thought of those fingers, dragging under your tiny piece of underwear.

"Happy Birthday, Y/N" the voice made you jump slightly, you spun round face to face with Paul and Joe.

"Thank you, when did you two get here? Left you in Manchester under twelve hours ago" you laughed lightly as they hugged you in turn.

"Got the flight after you and Cill" Joe admitted

You laughed "so you were in the airport with us, why am I so oblivious to everything"

"Where is he? The big party planner, haven't heard about anything else for weeks, if this is your twenty fifth I can't wait for you to turn thirty" Paul winked.

You batted at his chest not wanting to think about leaving your twenties "he's over with my uncles, they're probably embarrassing me"

They excused themselves making their way to their friend and co-star, you were determined to distract yourself from thinking of all the sinful things you wanted Cillian to do to you.

You were waiting at the bar, when you felt the two arms slip around your waist, a firm body pressed into your back "my birthday girl" his breath fanned across your skin, igniting it with goosebumps.

You turned in his arms, back resting against the cool wood of the bar, arms instantly snaking around his neck "m' missed you"

He smiled, lips pressing softly to yours, hands on your hips kneading them through the material of your dress.

"I've been right here" he barely pulled his face away from yours, eyes locked together.

"I know, you've been the perfect host, want to be alone" you almost whined, hips moving to push ever so slightly against his.

Cillian changed his grip on your hips, firmly pressing you against the bar "later, I told you" he nipped at your bottom lip.

You felt the rush of pleasure run through you, his stern voice, the pressure on your hips, you nodded fingers running across the slightly out grown shaved back of his head.

"Cillian, uhm sorry but we need you in the back" your friend was awkwardly stood beside you both, you smiled at her as Cillian moved away.

"Be right back" he kissed you again, before they left you to sort out party business. You sighed grabbing your glass of wine and heading for Natasha, Sophie and Aimee who had also snuck into Dublin without you knowing.

The cake had been extravagant knowing that was all down to your friends, Cillian had held you close to his side as everyone sung you happy birthday, his voice low and vibrating in your ear. You'd hugged your girlfriends right after blowing out the candles, feeling so blessed to have this life.

A few wines and shots with Cillian's co-stars later the party was dying down, people calling taxis and heading to their hotels, you were on the dance floor, Aimee and Sophie ending the night with you, Cillian interrupted you all asking if he was allowed to take you home.

Sophie had made a lewd comment causing him to act like the older brother he played on screen, she rolled her eyes at him as they hugged goodbye.

Finally you were in the back of the booked car, you were hungry for him, lips pressing hot bursts of kisses across his neck, where he'd popped a few buttons undone as the night went on, your hand snaked its way into the opening pressing a warm palm against his cool skin.

"Baby...baby" he lifted your chin up to stop the assault of your lips "we'll be home so soon" he stated.

You whined, hand running across the bulge in his tight dress pants "just want you" you whispered sitting back in the seat trying to control yourself.

Cillian hadn't even got you fully through the door and you were kicking your heels off, attaching yourself back on his lips, feverish kisses leaving between wanting mewls.

"hey..hey what's got into you" he smirked scooping you up in his arms.

"I just need you, need you to touch me" you begged, as he carried you effortlessly up the stairs.

He dropped you on the bed, eyes scanning your body, licking his lips, he'd been so controlled all evening, holding off all your advances the best he could but now he was ready to ravish you, tease you into falling apart around him.

Your body was writhing on the bed, without any contact with him, just his gaze burning into you was enough to get you worked up.

"Cillian" you whimpered getting frustrated with the way he wasn't paying any attention to you.

He smiled, finally crawling over your body, pressing his hips to yours to stop you moving "yes? Birthday girl" a smirk tugged onto his face.

"Please" you whispered fingers fumbling with the buttons on his fitted shirt

"What do you want?" He was teasing you, you were so close to screaming at him for his hands to be on you.

"Just...fuck touch me" you begged eyes wide

Cillian brushed some hair from your face, fingertips feathered against your skin "where?"

You were biting your lip, tears pushing against the brim of your eyes in frustration "everywhere"

Cillian tusked, dropping a faint kiss to the side of your lips "show me or I can't help"

You groaned head thrown back, grabbing for his hands "I want your fingers in me, I want them pressed against my clit"

"You only had to say" he teased, lifting the hem of your dress up your body, you sat up letting him pull it off you, revealing your bare breasts and the barely there underwear.

"Been walking around like this all evening" he ran his fingertips over your breasts "if only I'd known" he tweaked your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pulling a gasp from your mouth.

"Shit please Cill don't tease me" you were barely able to form a sentence, hips moving off the bed.

"Baby, you need to be patient it's your birthday after all" he nuzzled into your neck, lapping his tongue against your sweet skin.

"I should get what I want" you pouted, grabbing for his hand, pushing it down to the edge of your underwear.

He rested his hand just above your mound, tutting at you once again "I've got a bratty birthday girl on my hands huh?"

You bit your lip, nodded at him because you couldn't deny it "Cillian I swear-"

You didn't have time to finish as his hand plunged into the thin material, hand cupping at your soaking pussy, thumb brushing over your clit "oh uhh fuck" you sighed feeling some pressure being relieved from your core.

"Been this wet all night baby?" He asked slowly pushing his finger into your cunt, you nodded "yea...yes all for you Cillian" you panted eyes closing in pure ecstasy. He pulled your underwear down your legs, dropping it on the floor, as you spread your legs from him. Cillian was working you up, adding another finger in as you squirmed under his touch. Stretching you for him, you moaned as he added a third finger, curling up to your soft g-spot, tapping on the area before roughly brushing his fingers over it, thumb pressed on your clit, he could feel your walls clenching and unclenching around his fingers, your panting breaths indicating you were already close.

"You can let go as long as you come around my cock later" his lips were pressed against the shell of your ear.

You nodded erratically, holding onto his biceps, with one final stroke of your g-spot, added pressure on your clit you were unraveling under him, head thrown into the mattress, legs shaking as he carried on pumping his fingers into your tightening pussy.

Your hands were grabbing for the zip on Cillian's trousers, he chuckled lightly batting your hand away "no touching, it's all about you, you've been so good"

He stood up discarding his trousers and boxers, you almost cried out in pleasure at the sight of his hard cock standing to attention, veins nearly pulsing with the tension.

Cillian crawled back over your heated body, running the head of his cock against your slick folds, you could swear your body was on fire, you needed release again, needed him inside you.

"Cillian, baby please" you whimpered propping yourself up on your elbows, watching him dip the tip of his cock into you.

"Want me to fuck you eh?" He smiled his charming smile, you jerked your hips trying to get him inside your clenching pussy.

"Yes fuck me please" you mumbled, voice breaking with the pressure growing in your abdomen, he nodded finally pushing forward, filling you completely in one swift move, stretching you, sending a wave of pleasure over your whole body.

Cillian's blue eyes had turned a shade or two darker, his hands on your hips pulling you to meet his thrusts , legs wrapped around his waist, he lifted you off the mattress, as he knelt onto the soft duvet, using his hands to guide you up and back down in a perfect rhythm.

Sweat was building on his forehead, your hair once perfectly curled for your party was sticking to your back and forehead, your sticky bodies hitting together as he pounded into you, losing the strength to hold you up, he dropped you back, not stopping his thrusts as he lent over you.

His lips wrapping around your erect nipple sucking and nipping, your hands were tugging at the hair on top of his head the perfect length for getting your fingers into.

"You look so fucking beautiful" he was pressing his lips to your collarbone, nose nudging your jaw before he finally kissed you, biting at your lip before his tongue slipped into your warm mouth, hips still snapping into yours.

"Fuck..Cillian, this is amazing" you sighed hands cupping at his face. Eyes locked with his intense and wide as the tip of his cock brushed your g-spot, he knew exactly how to angle his hips to find it.

"Just treating my birthday girl to what she deserves, looking fucking gorgeous all evening, dancing with her friends grinding them to tease me" his hand grabbed at the flesh of your backside, kneading it with a rough squeeze as he pulled your leg to sit flush against his hip.

"Just wanted you to take me home, all night wanted to be alone with my man" you confessed, nails scratching down his back in appreciation.

"People whispering about me being too old for you I heard them, but does any else make you feel this good?" He asked stalling his hips, his cock resting inside your needy cunt.

You shook your head "never, only you, you're not too old, you're mine" you pushed your hips off the bed, needing some friction from him anything.

He was peppering kisses across your face, you claiming him as your own making his hips snap faster into you, you were moaning with no stop from the sweet noises leaving your mouth, he was so close his abdomen tightening, the feeling of his cock twitching against your walls, he was panting, forehead pressed with yours. "I can't hold out much longer" he confessed, you moved your hips causing a primal moan to pull from his throat. "Cum in me Cill.. let go for me" you were circling your hips, causing a friction between you both, then his hips stalled, thrust sloppy as he came in you, pushing you over the edge for the second time, calling out his name as you done so. Cillian was still on top of you, holding himself up by his forearms on the bed, "Happy Birthday, baby" he smiled slowly dragging himself from your swollen pussy, rolling to lay beside you.

The feeling of his cum dripping between your thighs was something you wouldn't ever get bored of, having decided that you being on birth control was enough to not use protection after about four months of being together. "Best present ever" your hand ran across his cheek cupping his jaw. "oh there's more" he stood up, you watched him cross the room, his bare bum was sculpted perfectly, he returned from the walk-in wardrobe, your mouth pratically watering at the sight of him, still semi-hard as he made his way back to you, three gift bags in his hand. "I like this present best" you giggled fingers grazing across his cock, he let out a low groan, gift bags discarded on the floor as you crawled across the bed on your knee's, licking your lips ready for the sweetest gift of all.

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sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: you come home from california after a year back to your old man

(Heavily inspired by Heroin by Lana Del Rey + Lightly by Old Money by Lana Del Rey)

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs:: major angsttt, smut 18+ minors dni plz, bit of fluff, age gap

TW/CW: past drug use [reader], post-rehab

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: lana del rey’s music gives me major sugar daddy!steve vibes idky lol

(also brief description of ‘reader’ written to have hair that can moved from the face is like one sentence sorry but ur giving daddy steve a bj)

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You grabbed your bags and walked to the pick up spot at the JFK airport. It’s been a year since you’ve been in New York and you missed the city terribly. You especially missed your old man.

You stood for a minute scanning the bodies that littered across the floor until your eyes met those beautiful cerulean blue eyes you spent so many hours looking into. Instantly tears brimmed your eyes watching him move swiftly past the people dressed so casually unlike his usual stature sporting that incredible all black suit he always wore.

He looked tired and drained. Like he hadn’t slept in days.

“Y/n,” he came up to you, cupping your face before pressing his lips to yours passionately, desperately.

“Fuck, Stevie. I missed you so much,” you cried.

“I missed you too. I thought about you all the time; everyday, every hour, every second,” he hugged you tightly.

“Stevie, I wanna go home,” you whispered against his lips.

“Let’s go home,” he told you.

Home.

It’s been so long since you’ve been home.

You got to the car and Steve told you to just wait in the car as he put your bags in the trunk. You smiled softly at him before slipping in the passenger's seat waiting to go home like you’ve been dreaming about since the day you left. Steve quickly slipped into the driver’s seat himself and drove off eager to go home and finally hold you close again.

The car ride was quiet. You watch the blurry lights through the wet glass window of the car and your mind could help but wander back to the day Steve saved your life.

One Year Ago

You stumbled your way through the elevator doors with a lazy smile on your face.

“Stevie!!” you screamed when you saw him sitting at the counter with a whiskey in hand.

“You’re late,” he said quietly.

“Sorry,” you said.

“Why were you out so late? I gave you a curfew,” she said sternly.

You weren’t giving him much time, your body was on fire. You unzip your dress, not so gracefully, strippping out of your clothes. You pranced around in your panties and a bra giggling and running around asking Steve to catch you but he was having none of your shit.

“Get your ass over here right now!” his voice boomed startling you.

He pressed the back of his hand against your forehead and roamed his hands along your body anyway but sexually. Your skin was extremely overheated and flushed. He was pissed. You had promised him the reckless behavior was over, but you couldn’t.

You were an addict.

“What the hell are you on?” he said firmly.

“Guess?” you were absolutely not taking this seriously.

“I’m not gonna ask twice; tell me!”

“Molly,” you whispered shamefully.

“God fucking dam-” he rubbed his face in frustration.

"Why do you even care so much you're- I- I'm nothing but a stupid sugar baby, anyway, " you slurred your words.

“You're more than that, and I know you fucking know it. You promised me you were going to stop! I’m done, I'm done” he breathed out. His chest felt like it was tightening, he couldn’t breathe anymore. He felt nauseous.

“No! No, no, baby; please!” you cling onto him like a child.

“You could’ve been hurt! What would happen if that shit was laced with something that could have killed you, hell taking it alone in the first place could have been the last straw! I’m doing this shit with you anymore.”

You cried, no you sobbed hysterically. You need Steve, he was your everything, your rock, your hope, your love. You knew you were a huge mess but you couldn’t stop. You didn’t know how. Didn’t know where to begin, who to go to. You felt alone.

You grew surrounded by money but when you moved to New York, you succumbed to the temptations and your parents were done with your shit. Meeting Steve, agreeing to this sugar baby thing was simply to use his money for drugs and alcohol, that’s all you lived for. Your life was over, might as well fuck yourself over while you're at it.

But you fell in love.

Goddamn, the man was perfect. He was treated with so much love and gentleness and compassion. You hadn’t felt so loved since you cut your ties with your parents and it hurt so good. You wanted to quit for him. The first night he found you disheveled and fucked, you were so embarrassed. You promised him it would stop that you were gonna be clean; but that only lasted twelve hours.

He should’ve ended it. He should’ve stopped whatever this relationship was. He told himself it was one time thing but once turned into twice, then four times until you went out every night getting high off your ass with anything that was available.

Steve couldn’t take it anymore. But like you, he fell in love too. He loved you. He really loved you. He couldn’t imagine his life without anyone else and the thought of losing you made him terrified.

“I’m done! I can’t sit here waiting for you every night wondering if you went too far! Staring at my fucking goddman phone waiting for the day they call and tell me you killed yourself! I can’t do it! You promised me you were done with this shit but here you are high off your ass again with molly,” he cried. Tears streamed down his face, his heart pained at the sight you breaking down.

“I need help, please,” you whimpered.

“Are you going to let me help you?” he sniffled.

“Yes! Please, help me,” you sobbed.

“Pack your things. You’re leaving for California tomorrow,” he said.

“What?”

“There is a rehabilitation center in California and I want you to go there,” he whispered.

“No-”

“Please, Y/n. it’s only for a year-”

“A year! No, I can't be away from you that long, please no!” you sobbed even more.

“It’s for the best,” he tightly holds you down.

“Why not here-”

“It’s for the best. I promise I’ll be waiting right here for you when you get back. I swear,” he looked into your eyes.

“Stevie,” you cupped his face, “I don’t wanna leave you.”

“I know; I don;t want you to leave but I promise you’re gonna get on that airplane and you’re gonna come back and tell me everything’s ok, yeah?” he pressed his forehead.

“Ok. You make me feel I can change. I’m gonna come back and tell you that I have really changed,” you promised.

“I believe it,” he smiled.’

“Maybe California is good. Something about this city makes my head go crazy. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t sick of it,” you told him.

“I love you; so much,” he whispered those words for the first time.

“I love you too,” you cried.

“You ok?” Steve pulled you from your thoughts.

“Hm? Yeah, I’m just- I’m really happy to be home,” you choked out.

Steve grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips kissing you softly. His eyes stayed on the road every now and then glancing at you like a dream come true. You pulled up to the building where you two lived and Steve asked the entourage to take your things up for you. He lifted you in his arms with a beautiful hopeful smile and carried you to the apartment.

When the elevator door opened he practically ran to the bedroom nuzzling his face in your neck kissing lightly. You somewhat took in the familiar surrounding noticing no change since you’d last been there. It was bittersweet. He hadn’t changed a thing since you left.

“I missed you so fucking much, baby,” he whispered.

“Steve,” you sighed, combing your fingers through his hair.

“I’m never gonna let you go again.”

“You won’t have to. It’s all over; no more clubs, no drinking, no drugs, none of it. That girl, you used to call the queen of New York City, she’s gone. ”

“You’re still my queen,” he smirked, making you chuckle.

“I’m so fucking proud of you. You are so strong,” he praised.

You grabbed his neck and pulled him forward crashing your lips against his. You molded perfectly against like you were made for him. Like everything had led up to this moment. It felt different this time; his hands touching you delicately.

You two have had sex many of times but this time it was different.

He peeled your shirt off your body pressing kisses all over your chest. His tongue flicking over your nipple making you gasp softly. His hands gripped at your waist as he brushed his nose between the valley of your breasts.

You craved his skin on yours, practically clawing his shirt off his body. He got the memo and briefly sat up ripping his shirt off his body before falling back on top of you. His hips settled between yours and you could feel his growing erection poking through the material of his flimsy sweats.

You pushed him off your body, flipping him so you could straddle his waist; smiling devilishly as you brought your hands up to your breasts to massage them. Steve growled at the angelic sight above him pulling your hands away to replace them.

He twisted your nipples as you slowly grind your hips over his for a moment. That moment quickly died as you snaked down his body curling your finger over his pants. You languidly pulled them down his legs letting his erected cock spring free. You moaned at the sight, haven’t been able to see it since you left that fateful morning.

You wrapped your hands around the base of his cock and stroked his dick slowly pulling wanton moans from him that were music to your ears. You leaned forward and licked teasingly along the tip before swirling your tongue around it making him groan. His hand went to your head combing your hair from your face gathering it in a messy ponytail.

Your lips wrapped around his cock perfectly just that way he likes it; like you’ve a thousand times before. He looked to the ceiling and sighed at the pleasure you were giving to him. He was never one to make much noise during sex but he was craving your mouth wrapped around him; he couldn’t contain the moans and grunts that wanted to come out. He couldn’t wait until he’s buried between your thighs.

You cheeks hollowed around his dick sucking hard before you take him all at once repeating over and over again. Steve’s hold on your hair tightened with every bob of your head thrusting his hip in time with your rhythm. Hitting the back of your throat, Steve’s hip stuttered and his legs shook approaching his orgasm fast.

“No, I wanna come in you, baby girl,” he panted, pulling you off of his dick. You quickly discarded your panties before climbing back on top of him to straddle him, knees on either side on his hips. You cupped his face kissing him senselessly; passion and lust and most importantly love enveloping you two.

You lifted your hips briefly as Steve lined his cock with your soaking entrance and slowly sunk down allowing him to stretch you impeccably. You moaned in sync, like you were becoming one again after so long being unable to hold each other.

His arms wrapped around holding close as you waited a bit to adjust to his size again. He peppered faint kisses along your neck and collar bone, nipping playfully at your skin too. You felt so full and incredible basking in his attention and the feeling of your walls wrapped around him again.

You moved your hips back and forward, your clit grinding against his pelvis making you shiver in pleasure. You face tucked tightly in the crook of Steve neck, your thrusts getting faster and faster. Steve’s hands moved to your hips lifting you slightly before slamming you back down on his cock harshly. This made you throw your head with a cry of pleasure, strings of curse words flowing from your mouth.

“Fuck, Stevie. I missed your cock so much,” you whined.

“I missed you too baby,” he grunted.

You looked at his face watching it contort with pleasure, his eyes completely screwed shut overwhelmingly. Sweat lined his forehead, the shorter pieces of hair sticking to it. You brought your hand to it brushing his hairs back so you could see his face in it’s fullest beauty.

He peeled his eyes open, staring directly into eyes and breathed heavily in time with you. For a single moment between you both, time stopped. It felt as if the world was gone and all that mattered was right now; you being back in your old man’s arms again, the love of your life.

You couldn’t help the quick glance at his red swollen lips, desire to kiss them again overcoming you. You leaned forward capturing his lips for what felt like the hundredth time tonight, but it's something you’ve ever got tired of. The way slightly chapped lips molded perfectly with yours.

“I love you, baby,” he moaned.

“I- fuck!” you couldn’t even speak anymore when Steve’s thrusts became harder and faster desperate to chase both your’s and his orgasms.

“Look at me baby,” he growled, “You were fucking made for me. No one can ever fuck you like I can. No is ever gonna take care of you like I do. And no one, absolutely fucking no one, is ever gonna love you as much I do.”

Tears streamed down your face; overwhelmed with love and desire and lust. Steve saved your life and you owe him everything. You loved him evermore; he is everything. Steve kissed you again, addicted to your lips, tasting the salty tears that came from your hopeful and loving eyes. He wiped the tears away with his thumb.

“Stevie, I’m gonna come,” you whimpered.

“Come all over my cock baby girl. You deserve it,” he whispered.

Your body shook as you reached your high. Chanting Steve's name like prayer, like it was the only word you knew to say. Steve’s rutted his hips into one last time spilling his seed inside you, hot cum coated your velvety walls. You collapsed forward onto him and he held you tightly.

Your fragile body trembled against him and Steve's heart ached a bit. He knew you were overwhelmed, hell so was he. But he was so utterly happy to have you back. There were so many nights where Steve lied awake at night, unable to sleep without you, day-dreaming of a future with you when you’d come home. He knew you were a strong woman and he knew you were going to come back to him healthy and stronger than before.

He remembers the day he came back to New York after leaving you in California. He was with his old pal Bucky at a local bar in Manhattan. He’s always really known inside that he’d fallen in love with you, he’d proven already that he’d do anything for you. But that night is when he finally admitted it out loud to himself and to others. Steve can’t imagine his future with anyone else but you and he’ll be damned if something happened to you.

“Sweet girl, I love you with all my heart,” he whispered, stroking your back softly.

“Even when I’m old; when I shine from words and not from beauty?” you whispered.

“I will love you evermore,” he said.

He whispered more sweet things as you cried holding him tightly spending your first night back together in his arms. Before, you didn’t know where life was gonna take you; either to the moon or six feet under. But Steve swept you away to a promiseland and you’ll follow him blindly. It didn’t matter where life was going to take you next as long as you were with your old man, you were happy.

Completely and utterly happy.

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Scent from Above 2

Summary: The morning after.

Characters: Alpha!Jensen x Omega!Fan!Reader

ABO BINGO: Daisies/Fresh Bread/Pine

Word Count: 1,672

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, Scenting, Scent Bond, Smut (Use of condoms, Knotting), Mentions of Marking/Claiming/Mating, Fluff

A/N: Attention thirsty bitches...get your cups ready. : ) Each part of this series will feature an @spnabobingo square.

PART 1

Jensen woke with a groan and a stretch. As he moved, he felt another warm body beside him. He cracked open his eyes, seeing Y/N in his arms, neither of them having moved from the night before. He wasn't sure what to do as he watched her sleeping.

Should he wake her?

Should he try to crawl from the bed and let her sleep?

He quickly remembered that she was in heat as she shifted to her back. Her scent struck him, drawing him in once more, his nose drifting to the scent gland in her neck.

He breathed deeply of her, musing on her scent. There was something flowery, like daisies. Something warm and rich, like fresh-baked bread. He breathed deeply once more, catching the earthy undertones of pine. Each layer brought on a feeling of home and warmth and familiarity.

After a few minutes, he decided that maybe he was being a little creepy, and maybe he should try to occupy himself until she's ready to wake. So he carefully removed himself from the bed and ordered breakfast via room service, not thinking it wise for them to be apart or in public in their conditions.

Jensen took a quick shower and dressed in a t-shirt and track pants just in time for the food to arrive. As he removed the lids and the aromas filled the space, Y/N stirred awake.

"Good morning," Jensen beamed at her as she shuffled into the main seating area of the suite.

"Morning," she blushed at him, running her fingers through her tangled hair. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of her and he silently reminded himself it was only the beginning.

"Are you hungry?" he offered, gesturing to the cart, "I didn't know what you liked, so I got a little of everything."

She smiled warmly at him, "Could I take a quick shower first?" she asked, noting he already had. He nodded and silently guided her to the bathroom, watching as the door closed behind her.

He was absolutely not going to think about her naked and wet behind that door.

As he heard the shower turn on, he realized she didn't have a change of clothes with her. He quickly dug through his suitcase, finding another simple t-shirt and pants. He went to the bathroom and knocked on the door lightly, but there was no response. He took a deep breath and cracked the door open just enough to place the clothes on the counter before quickly shutting it again.

Jensen had started digging into the food by the time she came out. Her hair was down and damp, her face free of the makeup she had been wearing. His clothes draped her frame and the Alpha in him felt proudly possessive.

"Thanks for the clothes," she said as she sat on the couch with a respectable distance between them. She was nervous, not sure what to expect, and distracted herself with breakfast, "I'm in another room here," she explained, "Just a few floors down."

"What room? I'll have them send up your stuff."

"What? No," she protested, "I'm perfectly capable of getting my own things."

"It's not such a good idea to go anywhere," he began hesitantly, "And I'm not really sure I could handle it if you did," he added bashfully.

She was surprised. As she showered she thought about the events of the night before. How could she not? She was sure he would politely tell her it was a mistake, it was his rut, anything really to back out of it. But here he was, seemingly still sure.

They ate in relative silence, exchanging smiles and giggles between bites of food. They were both trying to ignore the fact that their biologies were ramping up once more, their urges becoming prevalent.

"Come here," Jensen softly spoke as he tugged at her. She went willingly, letting him guide her to straddle his lap on the couch. He buried his nose in her neck once more, humming in satisfaction as he took his fill of her. She scented him in turn, slowly allowing herself to believe it was real.

He placed a wet kiss on her neck, making her moan. He did it once more, teasing the tip of his tongue and her hips involuntarily ground down against his.

He was so very hard and so very there.

A moan slipped past his lips and Y/N shuttered. It was the most erotic sound she'd ever heard and she felt a swell of pride at being the one to bring it from him. She did it again, slowly and more purposefully this time, teasing them both.

"You want that, Omega?" he breathily asked as he ground up against her core, his hands squeezing her hips.

"So much, Alpha," she replied, before kissing him hard. Jensen responded eagerly, opening his mouth for her as she introduced her tongue. He moaned again, her hips now steadily working against him.

Their clothes were quickly shed, each piece being thrown without care as they bared themselves to one another.

"Condom?" she asked bashfully as she ran her fingers through his hair.

Jensen blindly retrieved one, his face buried in Y/N's breasts as he licked and sucked at her supple flesh. He held it up to show her, still preoccupied. She chuckled and took it from him, opening it with her teeth.

"Wait," he said, finally lifting his head from her chest to meet her eyes after she rolled the condom down his shaft, "Don't you want me to-" his fingers strayed to her core and she shook her head adamantly.

"No," she breathed, "Just you."

She shifted her hips and sunk down on his length with a long moan. His arms wrapped around her back, holding her tightly to him. The breath was punched out of him. She surprised him, he wasn't ready. But at the same time, he was so fucking ready.

Hell, he was ready to take her and claim her in the alleyway last night.

After they both adjusted, he loosened his hold, keeping his arms securely around her. She pulled back to look into his eyes as she began to move, sliding slowly up and down. Her jaw dropped open, the sensation of his thick girth pushing and stretching against her walls amazingly perfect.

Jensen almost couldn't stand the intensity, the intimacy of her gaze. This was quickly becoming the sappiest moment of his life and he couldn't complain one bit.

"J-Jay," she breathed out, adjusting her hips to a new angle and pressing her chest against his. His eyes fluttered closed at the sound of her calling his name. He groaned and went straight for her neck. After a good long scent, he opened his mouth, licking a line before clamping his lips down to suck a dark mark.

She cried out, her hips jerking, and he thrust up in response, sucking harder.

"D-don't claim me," she stuttered, riding him hard for the both of them.

"Not this time," he reluctantly agreed with a smirk.

He wanted to. God did he want to. He knew she was his and he was hers. But he also knew that she needed time to adjust. That she wasn't ready. That she wanted it but hadn't fully let herself believe it. He'd give her all the time she needed.

She panted as she rode him and he thrust up into her. He couldn't get the angle or speed that he wanted. And he wanted to be deeper. With a frustrated snarl, he wrapped his arms around her and dropped her on her back on the couch swiftly, still buried inside her.

She gasped and he plunged hard, knocking her body up the couch a few inches.

"Yes!" she cried out desperately, her nails digging into his shoulders. He growled and gave her all he had, riding them hard through their highs.

His knot popped and his teeth ached as his eyes locked onto her pulse beating rapidly beneath the taut skin of her neck. Feeling himself lose control, he turned his head, biting down into the couch cushion and growling as he emptied himself into the condom.

His teeth didn't release the pillow until his body calmed and he felt the urge pass. He immediately buried his face in her neck, lapping against the dark purple mark he'd left earlier, his mind letting him pretend it was his claim.

They spent the next few days in much the same fashion until her heat and his rut had finally passed.

"Stay just one more night with me?" he asked as she came out of the bathroom in her own clothes. Jensen ended up having her things delivered after all, "My flight's pretty early in the morning. But we can spend one more night," he pleaded, his hands on her waist as she shouldered her Winchester Bros. branded weekend bag.

He didn't miss the opportunity to playfully rib her over it either.

"I can't, Jay," she pouted. She had quickly adopted the nickname for him and he was thrilled with how comfortable she grew around him in such a short amount of time. He did his best all weekend to show - and say - just how much he wanted her and how sure about them he was.

"If you let me claim you we could take Mate Leave," he grinned.

She playfully slapped his shoulder and scolded him, "I just want both of us to be totally sure before making such a permanent commitment," she said for the umpteenth time that weekend.

"Next time then," he joked, wiggling his brows, "I stole one of your shirts, FYI," he added, blushing, "I think I'd go insane if I didn't have your scent around me."

"I guess that's okay," she said, "'Cause I took one of yours too," she looked to the ground bashfully. He laughed before cupping her face and kissing her hard.

"We'll find a way to see each other soon," he promised.

PART 3

Forevers:

@sis-tafics

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RPF:

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JENSEN TAGS:

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