#when i made these they took SO long to fiddle with to sync up

[lovelandfrogman]

blasetober day 25: parker+megan

ok too tired 4 new stuff today. here’s some icons i made for my art fight page :]

[folklvrsworld]

between the books ♡

pairing: harry james potter x fem!reader

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, kissing, swearing/cussing, slightly spying

summary: reader is doing assignments in the library when she feels a pair of eyes watching her, harry decided to distract her and get her mind off of school for a hot minute

song: collide - justin skye, tyga

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Being a sixth year doesn't mean you can relax. Yes, we do have a lot more free time, but those free times are mostly used for doing homework, which the professors gave a lot, or studying for N.E.W.T. exams that we will have to do in our seventh year.

I was in the library, scribbling down answers for my defence against the dark arts homework, while constantly switching books. The library wasn't empty that day, but it wasn't full either. As I was writing, I felt like someone was watching me. I looked around, but no one was looking at my direction.

I shrugged it off and continued on what I was doing. I finally finished my homework and I closed the books, before putting them back in the right shelves. As I was returning the last book, I felt a presence behind me and before I could turn around, I felt someone kiss my neck.

"Harry..." I giggled quitely while turning around to see the raven haired boy standing in front of me.

"Took you long enough to notice me." he grinned and pecked my lips slowly.

I kissed him back and pulled away with a raised eyebrow, "What do you mean?"

"I've been watching you for the past ten minutes, I thought you would notice me, but you were very focused on your homework." he chuckled, kissing me again.

"I knew I felt someone was watching me." I said in between kisses, "Now we really shouldn't make out here, I have homework to do."

He groaned, "Oh come on, it's time for you to have a little break. What d'you say?" he smiled while running his hands up and down my waist.

I gulped and stared at him in the eyes, he wasn't wrong, I do need a little break. I've been doing homework for the past three hours, my fingers were tired from writing, my brain was tired from thinking, I needed a distraction.

"Fine.." I finally said, earning a big grin from him before he pinned me to the bookshelf and kissed my neck, "W-Wait...Here?!"

He pulled away and shrugged, "Why not? If you're comfortable with it, of course."

I reminded myself that we were on the back of the library, the section where no one really comes to, so if we were to do it here, it would be somewhat safe. We just have to be quiet.

"Okay...We have to be quiet though."

He chuckled, "You mean you have to be quiet, princess." he smirked as his hand started to go under my skirt, "Let me take care of you, yeah? I know you're tired, you don't have to do anything."

His words gave me butterflies on my stomach. Sex with him was always either gentle and sweet, rough and kinky, or lusty and passionate. Him being cute and gentle was always my favorite one.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and stroked the back of his neck before leaning in to kiss him, as our lips collided and moved in sync, his hand made its way to my underwear. He stroked my clit through the fabric making me gasp and  have goosebumps from head to toe.

"Shh, relax. I'll be gentle." he muttered through the kiss as he felt the wetness on the underwear, he fiddled with the fabric at first, before slowly taking it off of me.

When it was off, he kept it in his pocket and started to trail his thumb over my clit. I shuddered at his touch and he did it over and over again, "Can you tell me what you want, princess?"

I nearly come undone hearing his words, but I managed to look him in the eyes while saying, "Touch me...Please, Harry..."

He smiled and pecked my lips before slowly entering a finger in, while still caressing my clit with his thumb. I held back a moan as I closed my eyes and bit my bottom lip.

"Merlin, you're so wet." he groaned quitely as he went in and out with his finger, and not long after, he added a second finger.

I threw my head back to the bookshelf and couldn't help but let out a little gasp, he started moving faster and faster, it was getting really hard to hold back my moans. When he added a third finger, he knew I was about to moan, because he slammed his lips onto mine.

"F-Fuck..." I moaned quitely through the kiss, his fingers moving in and out frantically, I pulled away and gasped for air.

Suddenly, I felt the knot in my stomach forming, my body was starting to shake, I was close. Harry seemed to realize as he stopped for a second to rest his fingers before going in and out in a frantic pace, his thumb stroking my clit.

"Come for me, baby." he said while unbuttoning my shirt and squeezing my boobs gently.

Not wasting another moment, I bit back a moan as I felt my body completely let go. I let out little whimpers of pleasure as my body jerk and shake a little from the force of the orgasm. When I've relaxed, he gently pulled his fingers out and licked them clean.

"Good girl." he smiled at me and kissed me, letting me taste myself on his tongue, "Do you want more or was that enough for you, my love?"

I panted heavily, still recovering from the orgasm, and looked at him and his bulge. I knew I would have to really fight myself to not moan if we go further, but my body needed him. Badly.

"You deserve some too, Harry. Not just me." I smiled while fumbling with his pants, he raised an eyebrow before smirking lightly.

He understood what I wanted so he quickly took of his pants and underwear, while I completely took off my shirt, leaving me only in my skirt and bra. He picked me up and made me straddle him before taking one of my boobs into his mouth.

I moaned quitely as I tug his hair and let out a sigh of pleasure. He continued sucking on my breast while playing with the other one, before pulling away and looking at me in the eyes, "You're the most beautiful person I've ever met, Y/N."

My body instantly was filled with euphoria hearing that, my cheeks went red as I smiled at him and kissed him. He kissed me back with tongue as he gave his dick a few strokes before gently and slowly entering me.

"O-Oh, fuck...." I pulled away from the kiss and moaned, with our foreheads still touching.

He breathed heavily and continued to thrust himself deeper. When he's fully in me, he paused for a second to take a deep breath, before slowly moving in and out.

"H-Harry..." I rested my hand on his shoulder and clawed his back, we were only getting started and we were already such a moaning mess.

"Y-You feel so good, Merlin..." he moaned, squeezing my ass as he continued his rapid movement.

We were looking into each other's eyes as he moved in and out of me. Both of us sweating and breathing heavily, euphoria and pleasure feeling both our bodies. It wasn't until we heard someone talking that we knew someone was in the shelf next to ours.

"No, that's not the one I'm looking for. Maybe it's in the next shelf."

I widened my eyes and mouthed to Harry, "We're the next shelf!"

He was about to pull out of me but before he could do anything, another voice was heard, "Wait, here it is. Nevermind, we don't have to go to the other shelf, Celia. I got it."

We both took a deep breath of relief and waited for them to leave, when they did, he looked at me and smirked, "Now, where were we?" he started moving in and out of me again. 

Not so long after, he thrusted deep inside me, hitting my g-spot. I had to bury my face on the crook of his neck to hold myself from screaming out of pleasure. I was in absolute bliss. His thrust became faster and harder by the second.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck baby..." I whimpered into his neck, my body jerking from the force of his thrust.

He stroked my back reassuringly and eagerly kissed my neck to calm me down, "Shh, I know, sweetheart. I know."

He started hitting my g-spot over and over again, my body was jerking and shaking from the amount of pleasure I was getting. Little gasps and moans coming out of my mouth, as I feel the knot on my stomach forming again.

"I-I'm close, Harry..." I gasped and my legs tightened the grip on his waist.

He nodded his head and groaned, while pulling away from my neck after successfully making a hickey there, "Me too. Oh fucking hell, love.."

His movement suddenly became fast and hard, he was trying to reach both of our orgasms. My mouth was hung open in a silent scream, he was gasping for air and watching me slowly come building up to my release.

"Beautiful. So fucking beautiful."

With his words, I come undone. I tried my best to moan quitely, as my body convulsed and my thighs shake. I saw stars and I couldn't feel anything else except for pleasure. I never wanted it to end. I was having uncontrollable spams. It was the hardest orgasm I've ever had.

A second after my release, he had his. He buried his face into my chest as he groaned and released inside me. I felt his hot liquid filling me up, making me shudder and jerk slightly. As we were both coming down from our high, he stroked my stomach gently to calm me down, and I stroked his hair.

When we both have relaxed, we looked at each other and couldn't help but smile. He pulled out of me slowly and set me down on my feet, I trembled but I quickly leaned against the shelf so I don't fall down.

"Did you enjoy it, my love?" he said out of breath, while moving a strand of hair from my face.

I nodded my head vigorously and chuckled, "Every second of it, darling." I smiled, "God, I really needed that. Homework has been stressing me out lately."

He smiled and kissed my forehead, "I noticed, princess." he took out my underwear from his pocket and gave it to me, "We should dress up before anyone sees us."

We quickly tidied ourselves up. We made ourselves look like we did not just fuck the shit out of each other as much as we could. I fixed him a bit and he did the same for me, before we both walk away from the shelf hand in hand.

I quickly gathered my stuff that was still on the table before walking out of the library with him, "That was one of the craziest things I've ever done."

He chuckled and shrugged, "Hey, everyone does crazy things from time to time. But you didn't regret it, did you?" he said as he put a bit of my hair at the front, to hide my hickey.

I smiled up at him and shook my head, "Not one bit, Harry."

[wandasmistress]

Traitor

Synopsis- Your need to socialize brings you to the club and you meet a special someone who lights up your night, but can you handle finding out she wasn’t all who she claimed to be?

Pairings- Wanda Maximoff x Fem!reader, Bottom!Wanda Maximoff x Top!Reader

Warnings- Cheating, Drinking, 18+ Content

Word Count- 7.9k

A/N- This took me so long to write, I do not have a life :/

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You finally decide to take a break for yourself after working yourself to the point of hysteria.  Thinking there's no better place to go to than the club to get wild and let loose. Hopefully this time you would dance with someone or spark up a conversation with a stranger that would make you rethink everything in life.

Sadly you were mistaken, sitting on the barstool looking off into the distance of the crowd. Seeing hundreds of bodies moving together all in sync, seeing people eating each other's faces out as the lights flash the whole rainbow.

Groaning and rolling your eyes you shifted over to face the bartender who had a cheeky smile on their face, obviously too over-enthusiastic hoping you would give him a good rating.

“What could I get you for tonight?” He asked with a raised eyebrow as he shook the cocktail maker in odd positions while it felt like he was staring deep into your soul.

Stumbling on your answer of what to reply you fiddled with your hands trying to remember the name of any cocktail. Remembering the name of the show you watched on your dad's old tv when you were younger.

“The, um. Shirley temple, yeah that one!” You exclaimed still confused as to how you even remembered the show's name.

Still stuck in your thoughts you heard the bartender mumble out something as he walked off in another direction, probably to deliver a drink to someone else.

After this drink, you were definitely planning on going home coming to the conclusion that this environment definitely just wasn't for you. All the dresses people wore stopped barely below their ass, all the men with their shirts off trying to flaunt their sweaty 6-packs, and people who were way more extroverted actually talking to others.

While you were just in casual clothes you threw on not thinking too much about your physical appearance until now making you hunch your shoulders just slightly. Feeling a soft vibration on your back from where it was connected to the bar counter.

Raising your eyebrows lightly as you turned over you see the bartender had placed down your drink now in front of you and had moved along to other needy customers.

Scratching your neck as a nervous tick overcame you causing you to look at the other people sitting on stools at the bar counter you saw them all talking to one another or quickly stopping by and rushing their order because someone was most likely waiting for them on the dancefloor.

This made you feel even more lonely in a place full of people, sure you could go and start a conversation with a random person, but you were never too trusting so why start now. And your mind automatically shot to people seeking out others to kidnap or partake in their devious plans.

Absentmindley sipping on your drink as you thought of the movie you were gonna watch when you returned home soon, wondering if you should see horror, action, or romance movie. Coming to the conclusion that you weren't even gonna attempt to watch a romance movie that will call you single in 100 ways.

Too consumed with having an internal conversation with yourself you failed to realize a stranger trying to have a conversation with you, turning your head towards them while sucking the last of the cocktail out of the round glass.

Almost choking as you take the breathtakingly beautiful woman in front of you, wondering why she was talking to you out of all the people at the bar. You couldn't help but start to feel self-conscious under her faze as a little smirk played on her lips.

While you take in her whole appearance she continues talking to you while subtly looking around the club. Her jade green eyes bore into your dull ones, her dark brunette locks swishing from side to side. The released air sent her strawberry vanilla scent your way causing you to take in a deep breath. 

She waves her hands in front of your face when your eyes flutter shut for a few seconds still in such awe at her smell, thinking to yourself how you probably look so weird right now but you couldn't help it.

Finally turning her in she says, “You probably didn't hear a thing I said in the last ten minutes.”

You could hear the slight disappointment in her voice as she shifted in her seat awkwardly looking away from your sorry glance.

Thinking quickly to try and reverse the damage you've done you quickly say, “No, no I heard everything you said. It's just that I’ve never seen someone so beautiful before, let alone them initiating the conversation first.” You gasped out as you shot her a hopeful look.

Her eyes softened immediately and just for the littlest of moments, you could see something else in her eyes until it left just as fast. She laughed at your comment seeing through your little lie but didn't take it to heart because she knew you meant well. When she continued to laugh you couldn't help but be absolutely mesmerized, you'd do anything to hear it again and see the smile plastered upon her face.

“You know it's not a good thing to lie right?” She questioned faintly as she laid the side of her head on her palm as her elbow was planted on the counter.

Your reply is already on the tip of your tongue before you cant filter what you say, “What? I'm not lying, you really are the most beautiful person I've seen. Everything about you screams perfection.” You say the last line softly as you stare deep into her radiant eyes.

Your compliment made her chuckle softly as she looked down at the legs of your stool. But when she looked back up your breath hitched as you could finally identify the lingering look in her eyes, adoration. 

She slapped your jacket-covered shoulder lightly as she inched closer on her stool towards you, looking down briefly as her mouth flickered to a frown for a second.

“You should really stop lying.” She said quietly, you could tell that she didn't believe that she was truly beautiful, you could see her interlacing insecurity crack out seeping into her words and face.

Hesitantly bring your hand up to the bottom of her chin, lifting it up ever so lightly as if you were afraid you would break her. 

“The only lie I told you was that I was listening to you, I just never thought someone as breathtaking as you would be talking to me.” You explained gracefully while pointing to your attire and face.

This made a small smile spread across her face as the words left your lips truthfully, you turned over to the bartender waving him over hurriedly, maybe you would get just one more drink tonight.

Turning back around to the woman after you called the bartender over.

“And what will you be having tonight m’lady.” You ask her with fake seriousness laced in your tone and broadcasted on your face.

She giggled lightly as she mumbles “Paloma” while shying away from both you and the bartender's glance.

You turn away from her again and place her order along with a whiskey on the rocks for you. When the bartender glided away blissfully since he has most likely been doing his job for a while in order to be so swift you hear the woman say something. 

Your attention yet again on her you raise your eyebrow and ask her what she said.

“My name is Wanda, but if you want to call me m’lady I don't mind.” She said amorously while once again staring deep into your eyes, your stomach doing flips at the attention she has on you. You couldn't wait for what this night held.

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Before you knew it you had more whiskeys than planned, Wanda urging you to take some tequila shots with her. She was downing them like a pro and her slurred voice showed just how drunk she was. Not wanting to make her feel lonely you down as many as your alcohol-resistant body could let you.

As you both got drunker and drunker deep into the night you noticed that Wanda had an accent, one you didn't hear before her drunkenness most likely making it have an appearance. 

But as the night moved on the club seemed to get more packed than it already was. When a man in flashy designer bling rubbed up against Wanda at the counter while talking to the bartender you couldn't help but clench your first on your tequila shot, staring the man down as he looked on. 

While you were too busy glaring daggers at the man Wanda noticed this form of possessiveness and smirked to herself, even though she didn't plan on doing this her inability to make the right choices made her get up from her stool and plant herself in your lap.

Taking you by surprise you almost choked on the strong alcohol gliding down your throat smoothly, a little dribble of the liquor falling out of your mouth. As Wanda sat perched on your lap she saw it happen quickly wiping it away with her thumb as a wide smile graced her face now getting to see your features better up close. 

Your cheeks begin to turn hot from the intimate position you now realized you were in and her adorable smile.

Putting your hand on her waist to ensure her stability because she was sitting on your lap facing the large crowd of people on the dancefloor as you were still facing the blinged-out man. While you were looking back at Wanda you could see from the man out the corner of your eye staring at you both, he probably thought you two were together from her position on your lap and you grinned a second later he stalked away into the crowd.

Your hand gripping tighter on Wanda’s waist as your arm encircled the lower of her back, she shifted and you stopped suddenly as you thought you might have gone too far but then a second later she completely relaxed in your hold and rested her head on the left side of your shoulder gently sighing.

“Y-you seem tired...I can take you home if you like.” You told her calmly while staring down at her hair which seemed to turn and twist in every direction, like a captivating current.

“I- I don’t.” She answered hesitantly stopping herself before she could finish her thought.

Gently pressing her chin up with your free hand so she could come eye level with you, you asked, “Don't what?” with raised eyebrows, worry overfilling your mind.

“I just- I don't want to go home just yet.” She explained bouncing up from your lap and stumbling slightly as the alcohol intake finally caught up to her.

In just a second you were up and steadying her with both your hands planted on her waist. You could feel the tight leather fabric clinging onto her body so much better now, the thought of slinging it off of her was so powerful but you overcame it.

As you felt her stabilize in your arms you looked at her with admiration and a moment later she was staring right back at you with the same admiration, you could see the longing in her eyes for something. 

When you were with her it felt as if the rest of the world was on pause, you felt anything but lonely. It's like she opened a door in your heart that has yet to be opened before, she brought out the light in you.

The noise of the club drowned out as you were locked at this moment with her, and in the blink of an eye, your heads were both inching closer to each other. 

Electricity shot through you when your lips connected, having never felt like this before you wanted to cherish it for as long as you possibly could. You tasted the lingering tequila on her lips and the strong grapefruit flavor from her drink from earlier. 

Her arms wrapped around your neck slowly as she breathed in your scent, never wanting to leave your arms. You gripped her waist a bit tighter as your arms slid down her back slowly.

She bit your lip softly making you open your mouth to express a groan but before you could emit any noise she took her chance to slide her tongue directly into your mouth and you let her. Both your tongues fought for dominance as things started to get more heated.

You pressed yourself closer to her if that was possible considering how up against each other you already were. Feeling her fingernails grip onto the root of your hair, making you groan into her mouth and you could feel her smile against yours. She took pleasure in hearing the sudden noises come from your mouth, and you knew that which made the growing thirst to have her under you stronger.

Pulling away from her lips reluctantly fighting the urge to reconnect your lips to hers. She was caught in the haze of the kiss still and followed after your mouth, trying to reconnect them herself and take things back under her control. 

“Let's take this back to my place,” you said out of breath grasping her waist harder, “I don't live too far from here we can take a cab.” you finished off as you stared deep into her forest green eyes seeing her dilated pupils, causing your stomach to clench even more.

The urge to have your lips back on hers overcame your mind and you moved in to reconnect with her instead you could you felt Wanda slip from your grasp and snatch your hand with hers. Before you knew it she was dragging you through the crowd of people, everyone moving out of her path instantly as if they knew not to block her and her chances of relieving her aching libido.

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The whole cab ride to your apartment was pure ecstasy. She had already taken off her bra somehow as soon as she got in the cab and when you got in the cab a few delayed seconds later because the alcohol was starting to slow down your reality she slung it around your neck, teasing you almost. She knew it would be a few minutes until the cab reached your apartment when you slurred the location to the driver as she got in position on your lap.

The cab driver looked at both of you through his rearview mirror and scoffed, mumbling something about alcoholics or lesbians you couldn't tell but when he started driving that all went away when Wanda reattached her lips onto yours. 

You couldn't handle not being able to strip her right then and there and that's why you thought she was enjoying teasing you so much. She would constantly fall out of the kiss on purpose and laugh to herself enjoying seeing the small frown pull against your face. 

She then started to lick your jaw, catching you off guard for a second. Enjoying the feeling a little too much in the back of the cab your gripped her waist and jerked her against your leg causing her to release a loud moan just below your ear. 

The cab driver obviously did not like this as much as the both of you were he honked his horn making you both jump in surprise, your drunken mind thinking he wanted you guys to stop and you were about to retaliate with a few curse words until you felt Wanda dragging you out of the cab.

Still not sure of what was happening at the moment you looked up to see the bright fluorescent lighting flickering on and off in your apartment building's front office. You looked to your left and see Wanda staring enticingly at you as she bit down her lip a smirk playing at her lips, clinging onto your arm as if you were her lifeline and she was on the verge of death. 

You couldn't wait to get past your apartment door and give her the night of her life.

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As soon as your key left the slot Wanda twisted the doorknob swiftly and pushed open the door with such force you were sure there would be a dent in the wall from the impact but you didn't care. She turned around and stared at you seductively as she bent over slowly making sure you had the full view of her ass as she took off her heels oh so slowly. 

Subconsciously you slipped off your shoes and stalked over to Wanda who was still having fun teasing you with the sight of her exposed back thighs that were toned to perfection.

Right as she slipped off her last heel you were behind her in less than a second, an almost animalistic feeling took over you as you lifted her up from behind turning her over in the process so she could face you. In those mere seconds where your eyes connect you saw that her pupils were completely blown leaving no more room for the green pigment. As Wanda stared into your eyes she couldn't help but shutter almost at the intensity that was radiating from them and your slick grin. Like it was clockwork she wrapped her legs around your waist so she could be closer to you.

Before you knew it you were now in your room, slamming the door shut behind you not caring if you were causing more damage to your home that you spent so much money on, but again you could care less.

You threw her onto your plush bed that was covered in pillows you often slept with, immediately after she laid down on the bed and stuck her pelvis up in the air, latching onto her panties and shimming them down her legs. Stuck in the moment of bliss seeing her absolutely ready and willing to give her full self to you your grin spread further up your face. 

Unwillingly you looked away as you turned around towards your dresser. Stalking over quickly to get her a surprise not knowing the frown that was brought upon her face at your turned back, saddened from the fact that her attention was no longer with you. But that all changed quickly as you managed to unbuckle your jeans and slide them down your legs then reach for the strap tucked away deep in your dresser.

When you turned around you saw her face light up and she scooted back on your bed, her dress having completely risen up and now resting on her hips. She sat back and spread her legs giving you the full view of her glistening cunt that was soaked with her juices you couldn't wait to taste and have all over your mouth.

Putting the strap on as you maintained eye contact with Wanda. Her breath hitched as she looked at how feral your eyes looked, gulping as she was prepared for what you were about to do.

Once the strap was fastened perfectly around your waist the long-lasting grin left your face in seconds as you lowered your hands and planted them on the bed, staring at Wanda with more than hungry and thirsting eyes.

“Who said you could be that far away from me?”

Catching her off guard with that comment she took some time to think of what you meant but before she could have a chance to assess that thought she felt your cool hands on her ankles, one second later she was at the end of your bed causing a yelp to release from her mouth and a smile to spread across your face.

You kneeled awfully slow while a smirk grew on your face, teasing her like she had done you earlier in the night. Wanda gave out a whine and wiggled growing impatient from the need to have your hands roam her body and fuck her senseless.

As you were perched on your knees while Wanda was sitting up rested on her elbows with a little pout appearing on her face. You couldn't help but bring your hand up to her cheek, your hand touching her soft flesh. She released a sigh.

“Y/n… please don't play with me.” She pleaded with a steady tone.

Her cool tone washed over and you shivered just slightly.

“What do you want baby?” You questioned her with a raised eyebrow, your eyes drawing in on her rising chest.

Wanda’s breath hitched at the pet name, a feeling of contentment falling over her. She liked hearing you call her that and wished she could hear the name slip from your mouth again.

Pondering your question for only a second she took your hand that was still connected with her cheek and slowly slid it down her abdomen, past her hips, and stopped when reached her pelvis, your eyes following the movement as your heart raced. You’ve never had someone this eager to be in bed with you and you were gonna bask at the moment for just a little longer.

When you looked back up to Wanda’s face you saw her biting her lips as her eyes stayed steady on you, waiting for your next move. You just couldn't give in that easily, you still wanted to tease her more. Taking your pointer finger towards her slick coated folds you pressed her clit lightly. Just the slightest pressure caused her to yell out a guttural moan and fling her head back onto the plush pillows as her back arched. 

You couldn't help but run your other hand up her stomach stopping at her covered breast, gently squeezing it earning yourself another whine from the brunette beauty. Moving your pointer finger down towards her entrance and sticking it in then taking it right out after.

Wanda groaned in annoyance, she was too horny for you to be teasing her and getting away with it like that. She was quick to close her legs, affectively trapping your hand between her thighs. Confusion sprung over your face quickly, thinking maybe she didn't want you to touch her.

It was until she came up from her laid position on the bed to face you up and front.

“If you don't quit your teasing bullshit I'll leave right now.” She told you with a seriousness you couldn't figure out was real or fake, but you didn't want to find out the truth if she got up and left.

As you were stuck in your thoughts with your mouth agape Wanda smirked, she wasn't quite sure if her threat would work. She didn't know if you were gonna see right through her bluff but you did and that brought her a sense of happiness tricking you.

Nodding your head subtly you placed both hands on her stomach, pushing her back to her previous position before she arose and gave you an ultimatum. When she was successfully laid down again you spread her twisted thighs, you didn't notice that she was trying to ease the pressure in between her legs and that's when you knew she wasn't really going to leave. It was a bluff but you were done teasing now it was time to show her just how she makes you feel.

Before you lowered yourself to her cunt you sent one last glance towards her and smirked at the sight of her nibbling other lower lip as her dark locks cast down over her face, no doubt anxious for you to get a move on.

Not wanting to starve her of your services any longer you came face to face with her pink and puffy pussy. Your eyes widened and your stomach churned, you placed your thumb on her clit releasing a loud moan and squirm from the woman. 

You began to circle faster and faster on her clit, her thighs starting to constrict around your head. Wanting to taste her immediately you brought your face directly down into her cunt and licked along her shining folds. Her body shook as if she was having a seizure but she was happy to have you licking and touching all the right places.

Your pace around her clit fastened more as you started your tongue work, doing circles around her clout briefly then switching back to pry at her entrance leaving the woman a whining mess.

Once your tongue started to focus on her clit more your teeth glided across her bean which caused her to buck her hips into your face.

You prepared your fingers, going to start with three for a surprise. No teasing the entrance or anything you shoved your fingers up inside of her so fast she didn't process it at first until the burst of ecstasy sent her into overdrive.

The most boisterous moan left her mouth as the impact finally hit her, just immediately she began to buck her hips against your hands. 

Your tongue and fingers brought her such bliss she wanted more. Her hands gripped the sheets as she called out your name.

“Faster, y/n!” She ordered as she began whipping her head around from side to side in need of more.

“What was that?” You asked taking your tongue off her clit, your cockiness yet again making an unlawful appearance.

“Please, y/n. Fuck me like you mean it. Fuck me..” She begged as her eyes squinted shut.

“Fuck me what, baby? Use your words.” 

“Fuck me like you hate me, please!” She bellowed. 

The pace your fingers went in and out of her was ungodly with the loud smacks coming from your fingers pummeling into her entrance over and over. You practically had her seizing from how much pleasure she was receiving. The build-up in your core caused you to groan from hearing the noises she was emitting.

An orgasm was coming from her, the first of very many you planned on giving her that night.

As you added a fourth finger into her moments later you could feel her walls clenching tight against your fingers making it harder to pound into her with them.

But that didn't matter because in a matter of seconds she was cumming, a loud throaty groan rising from her. You were a little shocked at how someone the size of herself could make such a sound, a growl-like yell coming from her. 

Taking one last stroke inside her with your fingers grazing over the inside part that made her seize in the first place, her breathing became heavy and her chest was rising and falling rapidly. You took your fingers out from her and her thighs broke apart from your head as you stood up.

Satisfied with what you have done you sucked the juices off of your three fingers but left some for her as you bent over placing them in her open mouth. She sucked on them and sighed with a content hum. When she was done you took off your shirt wanting to feel her skin on yours when she was pressed up against you.

As she was coming down from her long-awaited high you flipped her over onto her stomach, her hair splashing over her back you took your fingers running them through her soft locks. She let out a soft sigh at feeling your hands on her head and before she knew it she felt the cool touch of your fingers gliding down her now naked back after you unzipped her leather black dress that has been partially concealing her the whole night.

You stripped her unhurriedly but not too slowly. As you brought the material down her legs, finally removing it, you flung it away towards a random direction in your room.

When you looked down at her to capture her backside your heart skipped a few beats, and this was just the sight of her from behind. She has a perfectly shaped ass with one dimple right off the center of her left cheek. Her back muscles shone perfectly against the moonlight seeping from your bedroom curtains. And her hair, her hair was splayed graceful along her backside. As you were taking in her breathtaking form she turned her head around and saw you mesmerized. She couldn't help but blush as you were admiring her and she couldn't help but feel merry at how you made her feel like the only person in the world.

She turned over pain painstakingly slowly to reveal her front to you, you could now see the wide smile that was upon her face, you smiling back in adoration.

“Well are you planning on standing there for the rest of the night or are you gonna finish giving me the best time of my life?” She asked you softly scrunching her nose in the process.

“What? A girl can’t admire what's hers when I’m looking the most perfect person known to human.” You told her gingerly, wondering if you might have overstepped with your comment.

A tender smile came upon her face once again at the compliment. She felt as if she was the most important thing in the world something she never felt often, not like this ever. But something in her heart ached at seeing your face, and she looked away from your gaze quickly taking in a sharp breath. You were too head over heels to notice this at the moment.

You came down upon her slowly as she scooted up the bed, you rested on your knees as she laid against your pillows softly. When Wanda turned her head in to bask in the attention again her nose overfilled with your scent and she grinned in satisfaction of being right here in the moment with you, wishing it could last forever.

Everything in this moment felt slowed to you both, you came down on top of her and connected your lips in a heated kiss. Your tongues danced wildly together as you pressed your thigh down onto her core making her moan into your mouth, taking this opportunity to remove your lips from hers and start sending sloppy kisses along her jaw.

A few moments you were sucking on her neck planning on making marks to let others know she was yours. If and when you decided to call yourselves more because surely this night meant a lot to the both of you, how could it not?

Then you felt her hands press against your chest and you stopped. You looked down at her with raised eyebrows and willing to stop at any second if she asked but instead of shaking her head you could tell she was fighting to say something.

“Don't-” You started to rise from her not wanting to give her something she didn't want but then she put her hands on your shoulder you to stay still, “No, I-I want you to keep going just, just don't mark me please.” She said fervently.

You couldn't help but feel like there was something more she wasn't saying and you tried to find it in her eyes but she looked away from your gaze and bit down on her lips.

“Wanda, what is it?” You asked, anxiousness starting to creep in your bones.

“It's just my first time that's all.” The reply rolled off her tongue almost too smoothly making you jump back in shock.

“H-how old are you?” You squealed trying to pry the thought of having sex with a minor from your head.

“No! No, that's not what I meant. I'm 27 it's just that I'm, I'm still a virgin.” She admitted the last part.

Your eyes softened and your breathing returned to its normal pace as you brought yourself back down onto her.

“That's fine, I'm just glad to be your first.” You admitted as you locked your lips with hers in a sweet kiss before you were pulling back. 

Your hands rubbed against her stomach as you sat upon your knees lifting up one of her legs as you slung it around your shoulder. Aligning the false cock with her coated entrance. She shuddered and released a sigh at just how right it felt.

You pushed your hips into her cunt at a slow and steady pace first then went faster as her moans started to increase in volume. Before you knew it sweat was appearing on both your bodies as the sex-filled room was intoxicating and your quick movements caused them to dribble slowly down your body.

Her screams were erratic as the pounding got more grotesque, her legs now wrapped around your midsection. Your fingers are interlaced together by the top of her head. With the force of your hips meeting her center and the harness of the strap rubbing against her clint to relive some of that extra pressure she was cumming in no time. 

An elongated whine left her lips, her face scrunching up together as her eyebrows pointed upwards. The radiance of the night shows how stunning she just was at this moment, the beads of sweat covering her body made her look heavenly, the strands of hair connecting to her face and neck. Her lips quirked up as she bit them, she truly looked ethereal and you were more than satisfied to have made her feel this way more than once already made a smug smirk appear across your face.

Before you could finish esteeming her beauty under the moonlight she flipped you over and was now on top, still with the dildo inside of her she release a sigh now that she was bottomed out.

You looked up with her with longing in your eyes as you placed your hands just above her ass. She came down to your level licking her lips gradually when she saw you staring at them.

“Let’s see how many times you can make me cum tonight, and when we're done I don't want to feel my legs.” She whispered just below your ears, her teeth gently grazing your earlobe causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head and push her ass into you further.

»

When you gave Wanda her seventh and final orgasm of the night you both were beyond tired. As you cleaned her up with a washcloth from your bathroom and settled her into the sheet comfortably because she couldn't in fact move her legs due to such intense pounding and spreading in her cunt that she received. 

A few minutes after you cleaned both of you up from the night's current events you snuggled into the cover, coming from behind her and wrapping your arms around her torso as you spoon.

Wanda decided she didn't like the position and turned over in your arms, laying her head on your chest. You felt the hairs on her head tickling your exposed skin but you didn't care because as long as she was comfortable and happy it mean the world to you.

Maybe you were falling too fast for her but you’d jump headfirst if it meant every night was like like this. It had you thinking what a coincidence it was the one night you decide to go out you’d meet her, the girl of your dreams, scratch that, world.

»

She was gone the next morning.

You're a pretty light sleeper so you don't know how exactly she snooks out but she did, you tried not to think about it too much. But when you rolled over on your bed you smelled her scent as it clung to the fabric of the sheets.

Your alarm suddenly blared on your nightstand next to your bed damaging your ears from the hangover, you shuffled from the comforts of your sheets and sat on the edge of your bed quick to shut it off staring off into the distance of your room. You didn't even get her number, how were you gonna ever get in contact with her again, everything is so fucked up.

You glanced down at your phone screen looking at the time plastered on the screen you saw it was 6:30 pm. This made you jump out of bed send shout obscenities as you rushed to get in the shower remembering the dinner with your boss you had.

Luckily you set up an alarm because you always forgot the time and you couldn't forget this important event, your job depending on it.

Spending the better half of your time throwing up the contents of your stomach thanking the heavens you didn't get alcohol poisoning.

As you finished taking a shower, brushing your teeth, and making yourself look presentable while debating if you should tell him you weren't feeling well with how sickly you looked. But you shook the thought away as you put on your black bomber and grabbed your door keys from the floor. Smirking at the thought of how they got there.

»

When you got out of the cab arriving in the suburban side of the area marveling at the big house sat in front of you. Walking past the big white picket fence thinking to yourself how your boss was living the American dream, he probably had a beautiful wife and two kids to be exact. One probably named Timmy and Bella. You rolled your eyes as you jogged up the steps of the grand house the motion censored lights flickering on causing you to look up at them squinting your eyes.

He works you till you're dry and then attempts to blind you, rolling your eyes tiredly even after you slept for the whole day. You knocked four times on the door hoping that he wouldn't answer so you could just go back home not having enough energy to plaster a fake smile on your face and interact with him for the next hour and a half.

When he opened the door you were taken back at how casually he decided to dress. He was in jeans for the first time out of all the times you've seen him and wearing a green turtleneck. You stifled a laugh as to how funny he looked and shook his hand.

He grabbed your hand with such enthusiasm you wanted to walk right back down the steps you came from. As he shook your hand he grasped your shoulder and squeezed it so tight you were sure it would leave a bruise. Closing your eyes for a second too long to roll your eyes.

“Nice of you to make it here y/n!” he exclaimed with a large smile that didn’t reach his eyes, all his movements were so robotic as if someone programmed him to do and say all of this. You knew for a fact the only reason he was doing it was that he got bad rates from his employees from a survey of the workplace environment.

You fought to urge to reply back that you didn't have much of a choice but before you could come up with a fake reply he ushered you inside,

“My wife just got done putting dinner on the table, it's one of my favorite dishes she makes. It's a traditional dish, from a place called, uh, Sokovia. That's the word.” He rambled as he took you through the grand foyer, living room, and kitchen. 

With all the miscellaneous toys and children's items thrown about the place, you could definitely tell that he had kids.

As he directed you into his grand dining room you couldn't help but stand stiff as his hand was on your lower back. You wanted too badly to slap his hand away but he took it off of you as you came to a halt in the dining room threshold.

Looking around you saw how the dining room looked brand new, you remembered him ranting to the workplace four years ago about him buying a new grand house but no one showed any interest because no one cared. 

He looked around confusedly as if looking for someone he muttered something about “her being somewhere over here”.

But before he could say anything a woman dashed into the room, not quite catching her face yet as she turned around setting something on the table.

“Ah! Wanda, there you are!” He exclaimed as he raised his hands in the air, “I thought you disappeared or something, seems you've been doing a lot of that lately.” He whispered the last part softly so she couldn't hear, but you could.

Not even paying attention to his words anymore you felt your heart nearly stop at the sight of her. She wasn't facing you still arranging things on the table, but you knew it was her because of her hair. The same hair you were admiring hours ago.

You tried to fight back the tears in your eyes, biting down on your lip harshly instead while looking off into the distance.

“Here my special employee is, I forgot to tell you her name my bad. Heres y/n, y/n y/l/n.” And with that Wanda froze in her place hands hovering over the steaming rice.

Putting on a merry smile as she turned around to see that it was in fact you, she was staring at you intently hoping you would look at her. But you did anything but that doing everything to avoid her gaze.

A part of her face faltered for a second as she realized how bad she fucked up. She shouldn't have done this to you, you didn't know she was married and when you expressed your feelings of being with her after that night she didn't have the heart to tell you it wouldn't be possible.

Your boss, Vision didn't catch onto anything and instead said let's get seated. You took a seat in the nearest chair while Wanda sat with Vision across from you. 

Here again, you felt lonely as ever. Who were you to believe that someone would have actually wanted you, to spend the resting of their waking moment in your arms.

Your shoulders hunched as you shrunk down in the chair, feeling the need to suddenly throw up.

Vision's voice brought you out of your slump, “Are you feeling okay y/n? You seem to look a bit too pale.”

“No, no I'm fine. It's just that I've been feeling as if I'm coming down with a cold, that's all.” You answered a bit too glumly.

But that's when you finally looked up and met eye contact with her for the first time tonight. Your breath stopped for a second as she stared back into your eyes keenly. You wanted to scoff so bad at how she still made you feel so special under her gaze. But you were just a fool and that's all you would be in your eyes and hers. 

She reluctantly looked back down at her plate, a tear threatening to drop from her eye. The admiration and affection were no longer present when you looked at her but betrayal and anger spiked from your dull irises. The confidence you often gave her now transferred to self-consciousness.

As you put rice onto your plate avoiding Wanda's burning gaze. You nodded and pretended to listen to Vision going on and on about himself and what he planned for the future of his business, he was too consumed in his speaking to realize no one in the room was listening to him.

You finally realize why Wanda felt so deprived, you can't imagine being married to a man like him and sort of understanding why she cheated. But then again you couldn't help but feel so used and that made you irk in your seat.

But she told you how it was the best time of her life, how she was a virgin but she obviously had kids with the man sitting in front of you. How everything about her was a fucking lie.

You stared up at her from your plate and met her eyes directly. It's as if she wanted to pull you aside to speak to you privately but she didn't know how to come up with an excuse this time. This time a lie couldn't help her out in her favor, looks like it was coming to bite her in the ass.

You couldn't take one more minute of this torture seeing the woman who you gave so much of yourself with sit up her with her husband who she was married to for years. She had a whole life of her own, only if she would have stayed out of yours you wouldn't be feeling as if your heart is being repeatedly stabbed over and over again.

Abruptly you rose from your seat scooting back your chair back on the tile, although you didn't see it Wanda flinched at such harsh movement.

“I'm actually not feeling too well, I think staying in bed would have been a better idea. I feel like I’m going to puke.”  You said with deceit lacing your tone, “Sorry Vision, sorry... Wanda.” You muttered out her name. 

Vision stood up in plans of leading you to the exit but you knew exactly where you came from so there was no need as you waved him off. Your eyes brought you back to Wanda but she was already sitting up and walking towards you.

“Here let me, we’ve barely talked and I know Vision was counting on this dinner to be great for you. The least I can do is walk you out.” She said as she stood cowered under your gaze but confident enough to say what she had to say.

Her lies were overflowing your mind and you couldn't take enough, she didn't care about Vision’s work and you knew it. You didn't want to privately talk with her and hear more of them.

“No, it's fine. Don't drive yourself crazy over this dinner. I'm not that special, never was right?” You asked her the question under your breath thinking she didn't hear you.

But you know she did because her breath hitched. It took your whole being to not look at her but when you did she had teary eyes and a small pout. After all, she did to you you wanted to comfort her and wrap her in your embrace but you just couldn't.

“Fuck you Wanda, and fuck you for making me think I ever had a chance.” You whispered below your breath so Vision couldn’t hear before you took off down the awkwardly long hallway.

Making it to the front door the feelings got too much to handle as you shakily opened the door and slammed it shut behind you.

It all came out as you were no longer in front of an audience. You stumbled down the steps of the house as tears streamed down your face. A choked sob left your throat as you cursed yourself for going out that night, you just should have stayed home. The world too cruel to offer you anything meaningful in life. 

Never again would you make the mistake of opening your heart to the next willing person, and never again would you make the mistake of attempting to fall in love with a brunette-haired traitor.

»

[infernal-fire]

suburban dream

summary: how do you wake up from a nightmare? is it a nightmare if you’ve been asleep the whole time?

major warnings: noncon/dubcon smut, stalking, mention of pregnancy, some cum play (check the prompts for indications of other warnings)

a/n: this is for @iraot​’s 1.1k writing challenge. BIG congrats on 1.1k (i cannot explain how glad i am that others get to read your amazing work) and another BIG thank you for hosting this challenge.

Here are the results of my wheel spins:

Kink wheel: daddy kink, somnophilia, breeding kink Character wheel: Jake Jensen Situation wheel: Neighbours AU

You let out a breath of relief as you dropped the last brown box into the corner of the room. How you managed to own this much stuff, you’d never know. Glanced around the living room, it was difficult to decide where to begin. After much contemplation, you huffed and picked up the pizza catalogue, deciding to call it a day. 

It was unbearable to leave the house in the mess that it was. On the other hand, your right hip wailed in agony every time you bent down. Lacking the much-needed support of friends or family, you had no option but to suck it up and unpack… but that can wait till tomorrow. 

Fishing out just the necessities for the night, you climbed up the stairs and headed into the master bedroom. Massive house for one person, you noted. You did insist that an apartment would suffice but Tony was a stickler for rules.

All Stark employees have to be residents of a Stark-Jensen neighbourhood. 

Before getting the job, you weren’t even aware that “Stark-Jensen” neighbourhoods were a thing; it was a term coined by the tech company itself, referring to neighbourhoods that are protected by Stark-Jensen technology. The crime rate in these neighbourhoods are always startlingly low, the odd criminal or two being from inside the community itself. All things considered, how could you say no to free housing? 

Sure, the security measures assured that you never had to worry, but it also made you wonder why they were there in the first place. This place was as secure as the Stark Tower; why? You tried not to ask too many questions, afraid of getting on Tony’s bad side. Besides, it isn’t characteristic of him to give you a straight answer anyway. 

Life is good, your most harrowing concern at the moment being that your new place had no curtains. It had been a long time since things were calm and you were just recognizing that your days had been free of storms for some time now. Counting your blessings for the second time that night, you stepped into the shower and reminded yourself of all the things to be grateful for. 

To say you were in a good mood was an understatement. You finished your night routine right as the pizza was delivered and excitedly skipped down. No one told you how fun living alone was but they didn’t need to - you quickly found that independence is a glorious necessity in everyone’s life.

Jake stood bewildered at your person throwing the door open. He gripped the pizza box tight to ensure he didn’t drop it and continued to look at you like you had grown a third head. He never was very good with his words, but your beauty truly inhibited his ability to think.

“Hi?” you asked.

“Hey, I-I’m your neighbour, Jake. Saw that you were moving in and I came to ask if you need any help.” 

“Oh,” you contemplated, looking past him. “Where’s the pizza person?”

“I paid for it. Housewarming gift?” he  said like a question and handed it over. 

You received the warm box and waited for him to say something as he fiddled with his hands. His smile looks so familiar but you couldn’t place your finger on it. 

“So…Do you need help?” He looked up right at the end. You grinned at how shy he was.

“I would really appreciate the help tomorrow,” you replied casually. 

“Oh, so… I’ll come by tomorrow morning?” He looked hopeful, as if you were the one handing him the olive branch. You took a once-over of his build, sure that he would come handy when your hip gives up again and nodded in response. 

He nodded back slowly and turned around to leave, but seeing him at your doorstep felt eerily similar to a puppy left out in the rain. 

“I don’t think I can finish this pizza alone,” you called out. He turned around, a glint of happiness apparent in the shine of his eyes. 

“Do you have time to help me with this right now?” It was your turn to look hopeful and you really hoped this cutie took the bait.

He did. 

You couldn’t ignore the nagging at the back of your head that you had seen him somewhere. You also couldn’t dismiss the fact that dinner together was just a little awkward. The conversation started off with small talk, and it didn’t take a genius to tell that neither of you enjoyed it. Luckily, it shifted to talks about the neighbourhood and your old job. After that, the words flowed easily, the two of you bonding like you had known each other forever. Although it was smooth sailing, you couldn’t help but wonder how he knows so much about the neighbourhood security measures. When he mentioned that he had lived there for about 6 years, you chalked it up to a simple accumulation of knowledge he must’ve acquired from being around for so long. 

“So everyone who lives around here works for Stark-Jensen, right?” you questioned, trailing your finger on the rim of your second wine glass for the night.

“Yeah, for the most part. Though it’s hard to tell who works for who.”

You chuckled in agreement.

“What is it with that? I mean, I work for Stark, and my colleagues, too… but exclusively for Stark. Jensen does exist right?”

“Yeah,” he snickered, “He does. Stark makes the tech and Jensen does the coding.”

“So they’re a two-man team, but Tony’s the face of the company? Seems sort of unfair,” you muttered, quirking your brow a little. 

Jake smiled at your comment, glanced at his hands and looked back up at you. 

“Maybe he wants it to be that way.” He nudged his glasses up and took a little sip of his wine while peering at you. 

You cocked your head to the side and considered the information. Your head was hazy and you needed to stop drinking; alcohol and cute guys are not a good mix. 

“Wait.” You squinted at him. 

“Does that mean you’re a Stark-Jensen employee?” 

He let out a chortle and took your glass from you. 

“Hey, hey I want that back!” you whined, not even caring that you’re embarrassing yourself. 

“I think that’s enough for today.” He gently helped you up, waiting for you to move. 

“I can usually handle my liquor,” you promised, clinging onto his broad form for support. 

He started moving you up to your lone mattress in the corner of your room, softly laying you down. 

“Jake,” you caught his arm. “You didn’t answer the question. Do you work for Stark-Jensen?”

“Yeah, something like that.”

You pouted at his answer, still gripping his wrist like you owned him. He tenderly pried your fingers off him and placed them on your belly. 

“See you tomorrow,” he mumbled as he left your room. You drifted asleep easily, blissfully unaware of how you’d never be able to live down the humiliation of your drunken stupor. 

The next day, you hoped Jake wouldn’t show up. It would save you from the burning heat that crept up your neck every time you recalled the night before.

Unfortunately, Jake had found it way too amusing an opportunity to tease you, showing up at your doorstep at 10 AM on the dot. 

The day went on without a hitch, the conversation picking up easily from where you left off. Jake found it endearing when you groaned at the mention of your state, only after three glasses of wine. The question of his employment never crossed your mind again, both of you having way too much fun unpacking. You felt ten times better knowing that your neighbour was a loveable, single, hunky nerd; it made the stress of settling in that much better. 

Of course, like all good things, the weekend came to an end. Monday morning, you eagerly prepped yourself for a new week at the office. Being Tony’s right hand took five rounds of interviews as well as background checks into every living relative you had. After the turbulent hiring process, you found that the job was not any easier. Luckily, the move had you feeling more thankful about being in sync with all the Stark tech; with FRIDAY managing your house and personal appointments, it was easier to keep track of Tony’s day. 

You stepped out of the house and shielded your eyes from the beautiful day. Just then, your lovely new friend stepped onto his porch wearing casual attire.

“Have fun at work!” he called after you.

“Thanks! Are you going to work?”

“Yes, I am.” You took in his outfit one more time, chuckling as you wondered what job would pay enough to live here while dressed in sweats.

“Well, in case I don’t see ya’... Good afternoon, good evening and good night!” you exclaim loudly. 

Jake giggled like a schoolboy and waved goodbye before ducking into his car. 

Tony’s 10 AM meeting has been pushed to 11 AM, Miss L/N. 

“No, no, that won’t do! He has another meeting at 12 PM, the timing will clash. FRIDAY, who was he supposed to meet at 10 AM?”

Speaking to the AI felt more like talking to yourself, but with time, you assured yourself that it would look as cool as Stark when handling your things.

He’s meeting Mr Jensen, the co-founder of Stark-Jensen. I believe you have not met him yet. 

“Yeah, I haven’t. Could you call him for me, FRIDAY?”

Sorry Miss L/N, Mr Jensen’s phone is switched off. He has already notified Tony of the change in plans. 

“What an asshole,” you grumbled. 

On the contrary, I think you would like Mr Jensen, Miss L/N.

“You can just call me Y/N, FRIDAY. Oh, and, send out a notification to all of today’s meeting hosts and tell them to push it by one hour. If they complain, send them my number to take up any problems they have.” 

It’ll be done by the time you reach your office. 

“Thank you,” you smiled and pulled into your parking spot, right beside Tony’s. 

It was hard to imagine what would’ve happened today if Tony didn’t give you access to FRIDAY. Calling each meeting host and personally asking them to push their meetings seemed like a tedious and mind-bending task. And frankly, you didn’t ever look forward to talking to Karen’s. But now, you would never have to know; FRIDAY was an absolute godsend. 

You stepped onto the other side of security clearance just as the clock struck 9 AM. Strutting up to your office, you made a mental checklist of everything you need to do during the day. Usually, Tony didn’t require you to sit in for his meetings. He has a different set of assistants for note-taking purposes. 

Too consumed by your thoughts, you didn’t notice the large picture of Jake and Tony sitting side by side on the wall beside the elevators. You also didn’t notice Jake’s smirk as he passed by you with ease. He would’ve stopped to say hi, but he knew that you didn’t realize who he was yet. Now he just had to figure out a way to get you to show up to his and Tony’s meeting and give you the heart attack of a lifetime. 

Beep, beep.

The Stark-watch buzzed on your wrist, letting you know that Tony was calling for you. You had barely even stepped into the elevator and he was already whining like a baby. 

You shook your head and stepped into the doorframe of his lab.

“Come here!” his voice called from the far end of a lab. Your suspicions of him being under the work table were confirmed when he wheeled out on his back and handed you a wrench. 

“Do me a favour. Tighten this for me?” 

He handed you the arm of an Iron Man suit, what you assumed was his latest mark. He already lived at the lab as it was, you wondered how he ever had time for Pepper. 

“Come on, put your arm into it L/N! You know what, you’re distracted, give it here.”

“Did you call me here to tighten your screws?” You shifted your weight onto one leg and crossed your arms. It was sassy of you, but Tony’s assistant needs to have some backbone, famously said by Rhodey.

“Well, you know me, screws always loose.” He knocked on his head and chuckled at his own joke. You sighed and turned to walk out. 

“I need you to sit in for my 11 o’clock. And cancel everything else today.”

You gasped and turned again, marching to where he was lying down. 

“Tony Stark, you have no regard for anyone’s time! I already pushed everything back by one hour because of your buddy Jensen and now you’re asking me to cancel everything?”

“I know, and I agree. I wish I could go to the mind-numbing meetings with corporate clowns, but I want to show you and Jensen something cool.”

He stopped fiddling with his toy just long enough to glance at you. 

You sighed and called for FRIDAY, groaning for the umpteenth time since that morning. Why were you acting like this was the first time he’s done this? It was probably your lack of energy from moving. You couldn’t wait to get home and maybe call Jake over for dinner. Now that you considered this possibility, time seemed to pass slower, but at least there was something worthwhile to look forward to. 

When 10:55 rolled around, you were sitting in Tony’s lab, patiently waiting as Tony set up his latest invention for demonstration. 

“Where’s your buddy?” you asked, checking your watch for the time again. 

“On his way,” he replied without turning away from his work. 

He paused and took a step back to admire his work before facing you. 

“You haven’t met Jake, have you?”

“Jake?”

Right on cue, Jake walked through the doors of the labs and you whipped around to find your grinning friend.

“Howdy neighbour,” Jake sneered. 

“Oh, right. You live beside each other,” Tony muttered as he gathered some more things from his desk. 

You shamelessly inhaled the pinewood and vanilla-infused scent of Jake as he sat down beside you. To have him so close to you was a dangerous thing, your cunt unknowingly clenching every time he moved his biceps. 

“Stop making heart-eyes at him.”

You threw whatever was in your hand at Tony’s head, and it happened to be a pen. It narrowly missed as he ducked and doubled over in laughter at your embarrassment. The bastard took sick pleasure in it so he often made it a point to humiliate you, but it usually wasn’t in front of the co-CEO of the world’s largest tech company. 

The rest of your time in that lab went on without any heart attacks - as far as anyone knew, the slick between your thighs doesn’t account for a ‘heart attack’, per se. You shouldn’t even be thinking about Jake like that. He was technically your boss too. 

Tony dismissed you at lunch and told you to take the rest of the day off, much to your delight. You slid into your car and dropped your head onto the steering wheel.

You had barely moved into the neighbourhood and you’re already finding ways to be fired.

~Time skip~

You sighed and laid back in the over-the-top maternity chair Jake got you for feeding. Your baby gurgled as curled his little fingers into his palm before knocking on your breast once. With a light chuckle, you cooed as the little bundle began falling asleep. 

This was the only place in the house that had a sliver of sunlight gracing the inside of the house. 

You could have outdoor privileges if you didn’t pull that little stunt. 

Could you really blame yourself for trying to leave? How were you to know that it’s impossible to leave a Stark-Jensen neighbourhood?

Because it says “Stark-Jensen” in the name, you dumbass. 

Fair enough.

You lost count of how many times you sigh on the daily, instead opting to count the number of times you’re able to hold off a mental breakdown. Today, you got the rare privilege of privacy, with Jake being gone to another one of Stark’s presentation.

You reminisced about the last time you sat in Tony’s lab and watched him explain his latest creation. Little did you know that the first time you sat with Jake in there would also be the last time you ever sat in there. 

You gently placed the Jim in the cradle. Again, one of the many over-the-top investments made by Jake to ensure the baby got state-of-the-art care. The way Jensen had made you sit beside him as he put the contraption together almost had you lurching. But you didn’t want to wake the baby. The horridness of the memories cannot outweigh your will to keep Jimmy from crying.

“Look at it!”, Jake excitedly spun the box to show you. It must’ve cost an unreasonable amount of money - not that he couldn’t spare to spend the coin, but the purchase confirmed your worst suspicions; he was serious about this all. 

Your eyes, puffy from the days of crying, were barely open. Yet you still nodded, figuring that if you put up with his enthusiasm now, he’ll let you go to sleep without raping you like he did every night. 

Anyway, you were wrong. 

When did everything go so wrong?; How?

You picked up your phone. Your eyes flickered between the only two contacts saved on it. Jake made sure you couldn’t do anything except call him or Tony.

You missed your ex-boss (who was always more of a friend to you). But, it was obvious that calling him wasn’t worth it and would rarely yield any fruitful conversation. Tony always spoke as if he were walking on glass around you and your words were always monitored and censored by Jake. It didn’t take long to figure that one out. 

“I don’t know what happened, Tony, she’s just unhinged,” Jake explained over the phone. In the background, you struggled against the bonds that held you to his bedframe. You sobbed harder into your gag and tried to scream ‘help’. All that came out was a shriek. 

“You hear her? She’s completely unfit to come into work… What happened? I don’t know man… She’s breaking down under all the stress. A few days of rest might do the trick. No, no, you don’t have to come down. I’ll take care of it.” 

He ended the call and you went limp, pausing your hysteria. He smiled at you as if he hadn’t kidnapped you. As if he hadn’t just made Tony believe that you were off your rockers. As if he hadn’t just fucked you five times over the span of 48 hours. 

He had planned every step of your entrapment to the letter and it was all going according to his plan.

You put your phone facedown on the dining table and walked back upstairs to your room. His room. Your room, too. 

Never, you internally screamed.

Well, it’s too late to debate it. 

You stood at the foot of your bed and traced the footboard. He took you countless amount of times on this bed and every instance held some clue that he was working up to what was happening now. You could see that now - but what was the point now?

You giggled as Jake pushed you onto his bed. Who knew this golden retriever could be so rough?

“Shhshshshhh” you slurred and Jake laughed in response. 

“Tony’s not here, baby,” he replied, climbing on top of you. 

“We’re not gonna get fired?” 

“He can’t fire me, sweetheart.”

“Oh… yeah.” You frowned, remembering that your risqué relationship was only risky for you. 

In your drunken haze, you didn’t realize Jake was rubbing his bulbous tip against your folds, gathering slick. 

“Condom?” 

“Don’t have,” Jake lied. 

“Oh,” you hesitated. 

“It’ll feel so good, baby.” He nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck and sunk in before you had the chance to protest. 

“Jakeeee,” you whined. Writhing under his grasp, you shook your head side-to-side as he vigorously fucked into you. 

He abruptly stopped and pulled out. “What have I said about saying my name?”

“I’m sorry, daddy,” you sheepishly say. 

“That’s right, slut. You’re gonna make me a daddy, right?” He pushed back in. 

“Yeah, you are. Gonna make me a daddy, so call me daddy.”

The implication of his words flew right over your head in your drunken haze and blank mind. Any ounce of sense that you had left was being fucked out by his thick length. 

“Gonna blow my load. Fill you tight cunt, not gonna last long.”

His words were broken with loud moans. He couldn’t think straight with your warm, wet pussy inviting him in over and over. 

As you shook from an overwhelming orgasm, your pussy involuntarily clenched, causing Jake to lose any last bit of restraint he was holding onto. He pushed in as far as he could go as you flailed around. He pinned your arms down and pressed his mouth into yours, delivering a hot and heavy kiss that had you panting. 

He pulled out, but the string of cum that followed made you blanch. You never were one for cum play. Still, you didn’t protest when Jake pushed everything back in with two fingers. 

“Gotta’ make sure you’re full baby.”

You shake your head now, but again, what’s the point? It’s all done and dusted. Though, you should give yourself some credit. Even if you had realized earlier, it wouldn’t have made a difference. He would’ve realized that you knew before you could’ve even thought about escaping.

As you drifted asleep, you adjusted the volume of the baby monitor one last time and slumped into the fluffy pillows. 

How do you wake up from dreams? Was it by pinching yourself? You couldn’t wake up from the nightmare that was your reality when you pinched yourself. You doubted that would work right now. You couldn’t recall how to open your eyes. Instead, you whimpered in your sleep, reliving the moment Jake finally revealed his ulterior motive

“You did what?” Jake was seething, but the only indication of it was his clenching jaw and red face. His tone was the perfect embodiment of the calm before a storm. 

“I know you aren’t happy… but Jake, you- you’re always talking about babies and a family. It was so overwhelming and I… I-I…” You were shivering now, unable to withstand the heat of his glare. You had never been on the receiving end of his anger. Hell, you had never even seen him angry. 

“I didn’t have an abortion, Jake, for god’s sake stop looking at me like a killed a baby! Plan B is not a crime. I’m only even bringing this up because I started on birth control anyway. Plan B every time we have sex is just not practical or feasible.”

At this point, you could’ve been speaking to a wall. Jake still hadn’t said anything and you were beginning to wonder if he had even been listening. 

“I can’t believe I didn’t notice,” he whispered, at last. 

“What?”

“I watch you do everything, I can’t believe I didn’t know about the Plan B.”

“What… What are you saying?”

“I said,” Jake stood up, “I’ve basically been watching you 24/7. And I don’t know how I didn’t notice this.” 

“What do you mean watching me?” Tears in your waterline were threatening to blur your vision but you blinked furiously in an attempt to keep looking Jake in the eyes.

 “You think FRIDAY works for you?” 

Jake leisurely cracked each knuckle and took a step towards you. You took one back. 

“Oh, now, don’t be like that.”

You woke from your nightmare that was the boiling pot and jumped straight into the fire. Jake was already moving in and out of your channel, moaning about how he missed you too much. 

You tried to adjust yourself but he caught your arms and pulled out just long enough to flip you onto your stomach. 

When he pushed back in, the hopelessness of your life manifested as tears; it happens every once in a while. 

Today, you had a new record: you were able to hold off a total of 7 breakdowns.

But, of course, that was right before he pinched you awake every time.

Masterlist

[lexie-cameron8]

Warning:

This will contain underage use of alcohol, smut, and mentions of drug use.

Word Count: 1.8k

Rafe admired the way Y/n let the liquor flow down her throat so easily. She'd barely made a face when she took the bottle away from her lips. He leaned back in his chair with his elbows resting on the armrest.

Y/n sucked in a breath through her teeth as she let the alcohol glide down her throat. "How many Pogues do you stare at all hours of the night?" She asked, her voice raspy from the bitter taste of the liquor.

The whole night was so out of character for Rafe. Nobody would ever catch him hanging around with a Pogue, especially if that Pogue was a girl. "Just you," he mumbled softly, his voice was low like he was embarrassed to speak about it.

"Somehow I don't believe that." She set the bottle down on the glass table and leaned back. She'd remembered how much her mother hated it when she sat that way, she'd say that it was the way a 'boy' sits. But none of that mattered to her anymore because she was gone, she didn't have to follow any of those stupid rules anymore.

Rafe chuckled and stood up all while lightly shaking his head. His tongue grazed his bottom lip as he watched Y/n fiddle with the tie on the front of her bikini top. The two were definitely not sober. Y/n had, had a few drinks at the bone yard, some gulps from the liquor bottles, and a few hits from Rafe's bright red bong.

Rafe was nearly the same, but he was more high than drunk. "I should drive you back," he said, walking towards the steps that led back down to the bottom.

Y/n gulped as she watched Rafe's hand grip the railing. "Yeah," She stuttered out as she followed him back down the stairs.

With every step Rafe took, Y/n felt herself swoon for him. He was being awfully quiet, like he was holding onto a sudden though. No one spoke, they just walked in silence until they reached the car.

Y/n sat in the passenger side while Rafe stood in front of her, the door still open. "Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked her as she looked up at him. Her eyes were filled with wonder and the possibilities of what could happen. Only she could dictate what happened next.

Her eyes were red from the high, but it made her seem to be ten times more attractive. "Like what?" She played the innocent card, that gave Rafe a sense of confidence.

Y/n stood up slowly and leaned on the car, her eyes still staring into Rafe's. A giggle escaped her lips as she felt Rafe's hand on her waist. His fingertips met with her chin once again before Rafe leaned down, the tip of his nose grazing hers. "You don't..." He paused and held his head in the position that it was in.

Y/n held her breath, she couldn't breathe with his lips so close to hers. She couldn't do anything with him so close to her. "I’m not taking you home tonight am I?" He asked her in a whisper.

Y/n sucked in a breath even though it was practically impossible. "We’ll I guess you’re gonna have to find out," she joked, her voice low and soft.

Rafe slowly lifted Y/n’s chin and pressed his lips onto hers in a slow kiss. She felt her body relax, she was relieved. Her arms were slung around Rafe's neck as she tried to keep herself from falling.

His lips were soft and tender against hers, it sent a rush of euphoria throughout her body. Their chests pressed together and Y/n could feel Rafe's unsteady heartbeat against hers. They were in sync in every way possible, the movement of their lips, their heartbeats, and the breaths that they held.

Rafe pulled her closer, if that was possible, and took a few steps backwards so he could close the passenger side door.

Y/n moved one of her hands down to the waistband on his swim shorts, she played with the strings with every turn of her head. She could taste the alcohol on his lips, but it was the same for him.

Rafe loved the way she tasted against his lips. It was different than anyone he'd ever met before. Rafe ran his fingertips through her straightened hair a pushed it behind her ear. He smile at the tickle from her breath just underneath his nose.

Butterflies blossomed into Y/n's stomach when a groan escaped Rafe's mouth and into hers when her hand brushed against him, creating friction. Her heart pounded in her chest while her knees grew weaker. She could only focus on how addictive his lips were, his so soft and wet lips attached to hers.

Rafe was rarely sure of anything, but there was no hesitation when he started to slip off Y/n's button up shirt. The skin on skin contact would soon have Y/n taking off his clothes.

The warmth of Rafe's mouth sent a shock through her body.

She couldn't hear anything but their synchronized heartbeats and the sound of their lips pressing together and pulling apart. She'd never been so eager to kiss somebody, nevertheless Outer Bank's Kook prince.

Rafe's tongue grazed Y/n's bottom lip, asking for entrance that she didn't hesitate to grant him. She gaped her mouth open and almost lost balance at the feeling of his tongue exploring her mouth.

Rafe never would have thought that kissing somebody would feel so normal, especially someone who was taught to be forbidden.

He'd brought his hands down to her waist and gripped her so tight that if it loosened, even just a little bit, he would loose her. And with each time his head turned he'd wished that he could relive that moment over and over again.

Y/n ran her hands down Rafe's chest and abdomen, then down to the hem of his shirt. The taste of the liquor sent her back into the rhythm of his lips.

She tugged at the hem of his t-shirt signaling that she wanted it off and in a quick second, Rafe opened the door to the backseat of the car.

The two pulled apart and Y/n watched as Rafe effortlessly pulled off his shirt over his head. Y/n sat down on the backseat and saw the smirk on Rafe's lips right before he climbed on top of her.

A giggle escaped her lips as he closed the door and dove down to kiss her lips again. Unlike the first kiss, this one was rough and needy.

Rafe brought his hands to her breasts, massaging one and sucking on her neck while his other hands moved toward her thighs.

But soon after he reached her inner thigh, Y/n pulled away causing Rafe to pull his hands off of her.

She looked as if she were about to remove an article of clothing, but being awfully slow with her movements.

He groaned from the lack of skin on skin contact and practically, silently, begged for her to take off her swimsuit top. Y/n reached to the back and unclipped the gold clip making the top loosen on her chest.

Rafe pulled away from the eye contact and pressed rough kisses into her breasts. Y/n's hands found his hair once again and she tugged at it while moans escaped her lips.

Rafe sucked a bruise into her breasts, massaging one and sucking on the other. One of Y/n's hand went to cover her mouth. Her back arched, pressing her stomach against Rafe's chest. "Fuck," Rafe moaned against her chest, sending vibrations throughout her body.

He lifted his head from her breasts and looked into her eyes while he singlehandedly pulled down his swim shorts. "You're very impatient," Y/n teased as she unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them off.

Rafe chuckled and his hand gripped her neck harshly, but not enough that it would hurt her. He angrily stared into her eyes as he pulled her closer to him. "I think you've had enough fun for one night," He whispered to her, roughly attacking her lips with his once again.

He longed to feel her.

Rafe reached into the pocket behind the passenger side seat and pulled out a condom. He tore the packet open with his teeth and rolled the condom over himself.

His fingers trailed up to Y/n's lips, forcing her to open her mouth. "Spit," He demanded. Y/n swirled her tongue around his fingers, coating them in her saliva.

He ran his tip up and down her soaked slit, leaning over her and their chests nearly touching. "You ready?" He asked her.

Y/n nodded with a slight whine rolling off her tongue. With one loud groan he pushed in, feeling everything. He could barely move because he was so overwhelmed with pleasure. "O-Oh God," He whispered against her lips as he started to move.

He shuddered with every slow thrust, rapidly increasing his pace. His forehead rested on Y/n’s while their lips failed to connect. Her moans made it hard for them to keep their lips together.

Rafe's groans of pleasure gave Y/n all the praise she needed.

The car shook with each movement of their bodies, the automobile filling with sounds of their moans and skin slapping. Y/n could barely keep her eyes open from the pleasure Rafe was providing. "It's so good," He moaned into her mouth.

Her eyes rolled back and Rafe brought a hand to her chin. He made her face him and look him in the eyes while he fucked her. "Don't stop," She managed to say. She said that over and over again while an orgasm built up.

"I won't-god-I won't stop." Rafe groaned loudly with a fast thrust. Y/n wrapped her legs around his waist, allowing him to thrust deeper into her. Shaky breaths escaped his lips with every second.

Y/n felt herself screaming his name over and over again, he was making her feel that good.

Rafe covered her mouth to quiet her screams, but only went harder. Their sounds and noises grew louder as Rafe pounded in and out of her. A euphoric feeling washed over Y/n as she spiraled into an orgasm. "F-Fuck," Her legs shook uncontrollably as Rafe helped her ride out her intense feeling.

He continued to pound into her, but it was now sloppy. They could both tell that he was extremely close to a orgasm and he couldn't help but slow down. He pulled out of her and came into the condom. His whole body shook from the intense feeling.

Before Rafe could think to do anything, Y/n pulled him down into a kiss. She wrapped her arms around him tightly and kept him close.

[indiee19]

Knee Socks

Alex Turner x reader

Summary: AM makes a music video for Knee Socks and your playing Alex's lover in it, then things get heated between you two after filming.

warnings: smut, fingering, oral sex (f! receiving)

word count: 2342

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You parked your car in the designated spot for you, nervous for what you were about to do, couldn't believe that Arctic Monkeys had hired you to play Alex's ‘secret lover’ in their new music video, Knee Socks.

You mentally prepared yourself before you got out of your car and walked to the set that you would be filming on. When you got there you were greeted by the director, hair and makeup artist, and costume designer, not any members yet though. You introduced yourself to them even though they already knew your name. Then, the hair and makeup artist took you to a trailer to get you ready. They styled your hair to perfection, and put on light, or natural, makeup. Then, it was time to get your clothes on.

You walked over to another trailer and were greeted by the costume designer once again. She handed you a sky blue Lacoste that was most definitely not your size, black lace panties, and white knee socks. How fitting for the song.

They pointed you to a small dressing room where you changed and admired yourself in the mirror, never knowing that you would look this amazing with the outfit on. You exited the changing room and asked the costume designer where you needed to go next.

They told you that you needed to go to the set which they gladly led you to. It was a nice small suburban house, not to different from the one you grew up in. You saw the director and walked over to him to find out what you needed to do.

"Alright, so, you're going to be inside the house for all of the video. And near the end of it, Alex is going to knock on the door and pick you up and carry you inside," he said.

"Okay, anything else?" You asked. He was quick to reply, asking you if you were okay with smoking and doing a more 'scantily clad' thing. To which you replied yes. He then pointed you to a person that would tell you how to move, kind of like choreographer.

She started explaining what all you needed to do such as swaying your hips 'seductively' and that you would have to pretend to be on the phone with someone. Though, you still wanted to know what the director meant by "doing a more 'scantily clad' thing."

"Do you happen to know what the director meant by doing a scantily clad thing?" You questioned her. She took a moment to try and get a sense of what she was going to say to you. "Oh, well, what he meant is - actually, follow me and I'll explain it," she answered, bringing you into the bedroom in the house. You sat on the bed waiting for her to explain it to you.

"Okay, now, I'm assuming you know what fingering is," she said, sitting down on the bed as well. You nodded and waited for her to continue. "Well, you don't need to actually do that, you just need to make it look like you're doing it. So, just watch what I do, okay," she added.

Once again you nodded, watching her as she just put her hand between her legs. You mimicked her motion and then she stopped.

"That wasn't so hard," you said, standing up along with her and walking out of the room to be greeted by the director again.

"Are you ready to begin filming?" He asked. "Yes," you replied. They quickly finished setting things up and got ready to start. You were slightly nervous, excited nonetheless, but you still hadn't met Alex which made you nervous. You are playing his love interest so it would've made sense for you to meet him beforehand, or at least one of the other members, like Nick or Jamie.

Then, you began filming. It was fairly easy to do, you had shared off your nerves from earlier and became quite confident in what you were doing, you even did the scantily part effortlessly. Then, it came time to do the final part of the video, the thing that brought your nerves back.

You waited for the knock on the door which queued you to open the door and jump into his arms. Then, knock. You opened the door and saw Alex stood there in a black pair of trousers and a white button-up. His hair slicked back, his quiff absolutely perfect. Then, without warning, he grabbed the underside of your thighs and picked you up.

He stepped forward allowing himself inside the house and shut the door, then the scene was done.

He put you down, looking you up and down with his big, brown doe eyes. "You okay?" He asked, taking a small step backwards away from you.

"Yes," you replied, amazed by how hot he looked.

"Alright, and we are officially done for the day," the director said. You and Alex walked out of the 'house' and you started to walk away, going to change back into your normal clothes, wanting to cover yourself up just a bit more. Then as you started to head in that direction, Alex grabbed you by your wrist. You turned around to face him, to find out what he wanted.

"Uh, um, I know we just met, but w-would you like to come back to me trailer, and hang out with me there?" He asked, not removing his eyes from yours. You didn't even have to think twice, saying yes almost instantly. I mean, how could you turn down an invitation to hang out with Alex Turner in his trailer?

He smiled and led you to his trailer. You got there and he walked in first, gesturing you to come in as well. You looked around once you got in, it wasn't big by any means, but it was quaint, it was meant for one person after all.

You sat down on the very small couch. "You want anything? Coffee? Tea? Something to eat?" He questioned.

"No thanks. I'm good," you replied. He nodded and sat down beside you, even though he was sat very close to you. There was a small amount of awkward silence for a few minutes. It wasn't because you didn't like him, it was just that you didn't know what to say.

After a while though, Alex broke the silence, "You look really pretty in that," he said, gesturing to your ensemble that you had on. You hadn't really noticed or cared that you were in it until now. Colour started to creep into your cheeks.

"Thank you, Alex," you said, not looking at him even though you could tell that he was looking you up and down. "Really, I mean it," he responded. You finally looked up at him and you both locked eyes. He leaned in and kissed you. It was passionate and needy, yet soft and gentle at the same time. Your lips moved in rhythm with his.

He pulled away and started kissing down your neck, sucking and nipping at it. Your hands found their way into his hair, messing it up. He pulled away from your neck and looked you straight in the eyes.

"Can I take this off?" He asked, tugging lightly on your skyblue Lacoste. "Yes," you said. A smile tugged on the corners of his mouth. You lifted your arms as he started to lift up your shirt, throwing it to the floor. He didn't have the patience to fiddle with the clasps on your bra, so instead he pulled the cups down, allowing your tits to spill over the strapless bra.

He wasted no time before leaning his head down, sucking one of your nipples in his mouth, his other hand squeezing and fondling with the other one. Your moans and whimpers filled the room.

He lifted his head from your breasts and moved away from you slightly, pulling you to be full laid down on the couch. You propped yourself on your elbows, wondering what he was doing. He crawled back on you, kissing your lips softly, then your neck, collarbone, breasts, stomach, and right above where you wanted him, the ache between your legs suddenly growing immensely.

"A-Alex, please," you begged. He looked up at you, starring you down with his big, chocolate brown eyes. "Tell me want you want, baby," he said.

"Please, touch me," you said. He smirked, sitting up and shuffling back. You were confused at first, then you knew what he was doing when he slid your panties down your legs until you could kick them off, kissing up your thighs, coming closer to where you needed him most.

All of a sudden, he spread your legs and buried his face in between them. His tongue lapping at your folds, teasing your clit. Your moans the only thing that you both could hear, your hands finding their way into his hair again, slightly pulling on it, causing him to let out a small moan, sending vibrations up your body. He moved from your clit and folds to your cunt, sticking his tongue in you, fucking you with it. His nose lightly grazing against your clit, driving you crazy. He removed his tongue from your cunt, replacing it with two of his long slender fingers. His mouth returned to your clit and folds, lapping at them in sync with his fingers that were pumping in and out of you. Suddenly, he curled his fingers deep inside of you and pressed down harshly on your clit with his tongue at the same time, which sent you spiraling. He kept pumping his fingers in and out of you, letting you ride out your high.

Once you came down from your high, Alex removed his fingers from you, making you whimper at the emptiness they left. He sat up, straddling your hips.

You sat up, helping him take off his shirt as well as unclasping your bra, throwing it down as well. He stood up and took of his trousers. He pulled his long, thick cock out of his boxers. He sat back over you, kissing you passionately. You moved your hand down to lightly stroke his cock, causing him to moan into your mouth. He sat up again, pushing away your hand, tugging on his cock.

The head of his cock began teasing your folds, spreading the wetness. "P-please, Alex, please," you said, breathing heavily.

"What, love?" He teased. You rolled your hips, desperate for some friction, even if it was the smallest amount. To hold you still, he grabbed your hips, not allowing you the friction you so desperately craved.

"You want me cock inside you?" He smirked. You nodded eagerly. "Beg for it, love," he said, still teasing your folds with his cock.

"God, Alex, please. I need your cock inside me. Please," you begged, doing what he wanted. "That's it," he said, lining himself up with your entrance.

Without warning he snapped his hips forward, slipping inside of you easily. He gave you time to adjust to his size before moving.

Once you signaled him to move, he slid almost all the way out of you only to slip all the way back in, setting a pace. Your eyes closed after a few thrusts, moaning loudly. Alex noticed that your eyes had shut and suddenly stopped moving, making you open your eyes.

You looked up at him confused. "Eyes on me, baby," he said. You nodded and he started thrusting in and out of you again, going faster than the first time.

His thumb found its way to your clit, rubbing circles on it in sync with his thrusts. Then Alex heard people outside his trailer, you on the other hand, didn't. He quickly moved his hand from your clit to your mouth to quiet you.

Someone knocked on the door and asked, "Al, you in there?"

"Uh, y-yeah, Matt," he responded, trying to catch his breath. "Okay, well, have you seen your lover," he joked, but still being serious. "We can't find her anywhere but her car is still here, so have you?"

"Umm, no, no I haven't. Hope you find her though," Alex said, his voice cracking mid sentence. "Okay, let us know if you see her or tell her that we're looking for her," Matt replied.

"I will," Alex said as Matt walked away. "Okay, now where were we," Alex asked, regaining his confidence, removing his hand to go back to your clit to rub circles. He started thrusting I and out of you again, but this time he was rougher and faster with them.

His pace kept increasing, your moans getting louder and louder. You began to not care about them even though you were very close to being caught. As his pace gradually increased, you began getting closer to the edge, your orgasm building quickly.

"Alex, I-I'm close," you panted. "Me too, love," he replied. His thrusts became sloppier indicating that what he said about being close was true.

Three more thrusts.

One. Two. Three.

He pressed down on your clit which tipped you over the edge. He wasn't far behind you, taking only a few more thrusts before his hot release coated your walls, riding out both of your highs.

Once you both calmed down, Alex collapsed on top of your chest. "Wow, you really are amazing," you said. "Am I? You weren't to bad yourself," he smirked, kissing all the way up your chest to your lips. Just then, Matt entered the trailer. "Al, you sure you haven't seen-" you paused.

Then, you woke up, Alex right beside you. You sat up, then noticing Alex shuffle and wake up.

"Mm, baby, what's wrong?" He questioned.

"Nothing, just woke up from dream," you answered.

"What were your dream about?" He asked, now curious.

"Well, it was a naughty dream ... with you," you said slyly. Alex shuffled closer to you, kissing up your neck, "Tell me more and maybe I'll make your dream come true, love."

[starlordamn]

My Girl - Michael Gray oneshot

Summary: You and Michael have always had sexual tension, from what started off as playful flirting has turned to actual feelings and most of all lust. So one night when you are doing last minute paperwork and Michael is making it so you can’t concentrate, a stare across a room leads to desk sex

Warnings: smut, fingering, desk sex?? vaginal sex, hair pulling, michael gray being hot!! fluff at the beginning, and its 1am i just got the idea for this sp possible grammar errors and yeah that’s it enjoy

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It was late at night when you were still in your office finishing off some paperwork Tommy had asked you to complete before tomorrow. Of course you took on the workload but you slightly underestimated how much there was to get through. Though you’d managed to get through a good chunk, you couldn’t help but feel distracted with the pair of eyes across the room that were fixated on you as you worked. Michael. He was your…you weren’t even sure what you two were anymore. You both would constantly tease and flirt with each other and though it started out as a joke – Michael’s stupid pick-up lines and your over the top, ridiculous attempts at seducing him – it all felt very real now. Your eye roll that usually followed his pick-up lines had been replaced by flustered mumbling and his sarcastic laugh that followed your teasing had been replaced with a fluttery feeling in the pit of his stomach. It would be a lie to say that no one felt the tension whenever you two were in a room together and it would be a lie to say that you both didn’t constantly have the other person on their mind, pretty much twenty four-seven.

Your eyes scanned the same sentence that you had skimmed over four times already, yet not properly taken in. You felt hot under Michael’s gaze, it made you almost squirm in your seat.

You swear he hadn’t looked away for a second in the past twenty minutes.

After rolling the pencil between your fingers, trying your hardest, one last time, to concentrate, you finally looked up to meet Michael’s stare.

“Do you like what you see?” Your eyebrows raised as you swiftly sat back in your chair, you legs crossing one another, moving slowly on purpose. Michael’s eyes darted away from your face momentarily to look at your legs before he replied,

“You know I always do.” He smirked confidently as he noticed your smooth façade crack at his words, your cheeks dusting with pink and you fiddled with the pencil in your hands. His smirk faded slightly as he noticed your nervous shift in body language,

“Do I make you uncomfortable, Y/N?”

You looked up at him quickly, shaking your head reassuringly, “no, I just,” you paused, during which you couldn’t help the grin spread across your face, “I can’t concentrate when you look at me like that.”

He grinned back at you, looking at the floor for a moment before he responded,

“Can you blame me, when you always look so stunning?”

Shaking your head gently unbelievingly whilst letting out a small giggle, you put the pencil back on the table before putting your elbows on the desk and resting your chin on your hands. Your cheeks were still so blushed were from his comments, you almost didn’t reply,

“Are you flirting with me, Michael?”

He uncrossed his legs and leaned forward towards you, his elbows on the opposite side of your desk, your faces inches away, “Yes. Is it working?”

His hot breath fanned against your lips as he made the gap between you both slightly shorter. His lips were centimetres away from yours and you felt your heart hammer in your chest with anticipation.

“Yes.” Was all you muttered out before closing the gap fully between the two of you. His soft lips hitting yours ever so gentle and soft. As if he were scared he would break you. Your hands raised to wrap themselves around the back of his neck as he stood up slightly and pulled you over your desk, knocking quite a few things off in the process before you were sat on the edge of your desk with Michael stood between your legs. You were about to protest about Tommy’s paperwork but was cut of with a gasp as Michael began to kiss his way down your neck, kissing slightly rougher than he had your lips. He took his time as he sucked his way down your neck all the way down to your collarbone as his hands gripped your hips, drawing lazy circles on them. He looked up at you when he reached the top of your shirt and you nodded, encouraging him to take it off.

He did.

He unbuttoned your shirt, his warm hands brushing against the skin of your arms as he slid it off you, sending a shiver down your spine. You sat in just your skirt and bra now as Michael leaned in to kiss you again, this time it was rougher. It was forceful and you sank into it with ease, a floaty feeling washing over you so you didn’t even realise he had taken your bra off until you felt the cold air hit your hard nipples. That feeling was eased straight away as Michael wrapped his lips around one of your nipples, sucking it and nipping at it while his hand pinched your other one.

“Michael.” His name came out as a breathy moan as you arched your back, almost trying to squirm away from his touch which only made him step closer to you. His clothed hard cock pressed against your clothed cunt as he took your other nipple in his mouth making you whine his name softly again.

Michael’s pulled away from your breasts, the cold air now teasing your nipples as one of his hands began tracing little patterns on your thigh underneath your skirt. Your breath hitched as his fingertips reached your panties and he stopped to toy with the lace before yanking it aside and running his fingers teasingly over your entrance,

“So marvellously wet for me.”

“Michael…fuck- please stop teasing m-” you managed to whine out at first before you broke off with a louder moan when his hand dragged up to your clit and began to slowly rub circles on it. He continued to draw circles on your clit agonisingly slow as he brought his lips against your ear,

“If you don’t like my teasing, why are you moaning?” He smirked against the skin below your ear as he pushed a finger inside of you, a line of expletives rolling off your tongue.

“Michael, please,” you whined as he began thrusting his finger in and out of you slowly.

“Tell me what you want and I might just give it to you,” he finished his sentence off by taking your earlobe between his teeth and dragging it slightly. You moaned in frustration, unable to get your words out as Michael added another finger to you, stretching you ever so slightly.

“Please, I want you, I want you to fuck me,” you whined out needily. As soon as the words left your mouth his hand was gone from in-between your legs, replaced instead with a dull aching sensation. He reached down to undo his belt and you reached out to unbutton his waistcoat and then his shirt. Pulling the waistcoat off his shoulders and unbuttoning his shirt you discarded them both on the floor before running your hands over his chest in awe. He dragged your skirt down your legs and your panties down as you lifted your hips slightly, also discarding your items of clothing on the floor.

Pulling his cock free from his boxers, you saw he was fully hard. Not only that, but he was huge. You widened your eyes slightly and he noticed immediately.

Resting his forehead gently against yours, “do you want this, Y/N?”

His eyes were sincere as they looked into yours, awaiting an answer.

“Yes, make me yours.”

Yours. He felt his stomach flip at the very word. His.

That was all the confirmation he needed before placing himself once again between your legs, Pulling them slightly more apart as he lined up with your entrance and slowly beginning to push inside you. You hissed as he stretched you out, his cock fitting tightly inside your cunt, the slight burning pain being overridden by the pleasure of being full to the brim with Michael’s cock.

He stilled inside you for a minute to let you properly adjust to his size, and it wasn’t long before you were asking him to move inside of you.

“Gosh Y/N, I can’t believe I’ve waited so long before doing this. Fuck…” he moaned lowly into your hair, resting his head on your shoulder momentarily.

“Aaaa…fuck, me too,” you moaned in agreement, you’ll never know why you both just allowed the tension to grow between you.

“Michael, god, that feels so good,” you cried out as he shifted your legs slightly. Placing his hands on the underside of your thighs he quickened his pace, his cock inside you feeling so good. Every nerve felt like bliss, you felt like you were on ecstasy, everything felt so good all at once as Michael brought a hand up to toy with one of your breasts. This feeling was a thousand times better than just your imagination could have ever created. You were both one now. Circling your hips in sync with his deep and sharp thrusts inside of you.

His hand pulled away from your breast and reached up to your head, pulling roughly on your hair as he buried his hand in your hair. Jerking your head to the side with his hair tightly in his fist he attached his lips to the side of your neck, instantly finding your sweet spot. Smirking against your skin once again he sucked on your neck.

“Mmm-Michael I- I’m close,” you barely managed to form coherent words as the build up of tension in your lower abdomen grew significantly as Michael hit a spot inside you that left you seeing stars, basically falling apart beneath him.

“I know, fuck, come with me,” he whined roughly against your neck, your hair still gathered in his hand as he pulled it harder. He thrusted repeatedly against your g-spot inside of you and your eyes rolled back as you squeezed around Michael’s cock, making it twitch inside of you.

“Come with me.”

You didn’t need to be told twice, the slight pain from the hair pulling, the fingers lazily drawing circles on your clit, his cock hitting your g-spot, it all sent you over the edge, your orgasm washing over you with force, causing you to shake slightly. Your walls squeezed Michael’s cock which sent him over the edge too, his hot release painting your walls as your grinded your hips in sync with his thrusts to ride both of your orgasms out.

Your hips finally came to a stop as you both steadied your breathing before Michael pulled out of you, causing you to whine slightly at the feeling of being empty. You both stopped to look around at the mess you made; all of your papers were on the floor, scattered here and there, all out the orders you had filed them in.

Michael smirked before looking back at you, “I’m sure Tommy’s paperwork can wait a little longer.”

You grinned, understanding instantly, “it can wait all night.”

“That’s my girl,” he grinned back at you before once again attacking your neck but you pushed him away slightly making him look at you with concern.

“My girl? So are we…” You bit your lip in hesitation.

“Dating? Of course, only if you want to, my love.” He smiled nervously awaiting a response, the glisten in his eyes genuine.

“Of course I do.”

[rodr1cks]

manic pixie pizza girl | 1.4k

fluff; you’re rodrick’s favorite delivery girl

“12 Surrey Street,” you mumbled to yourself, plopping down into your car. You sped out of the parking lot, ready to get your last delivery of the night over with.

You pulled up to the house and grabbed the five pizzas from your passenger seat and headed towards the home.

You knocked on the scarlet colored door a few times. And then a few times again when the first knocks went unanswered. You were met with silence.

You could hear ridiculously loud music from where you stood outside and you were growing irritated. You knew there was somebody home and if these pizzas didn’t get paid for you were a deadman.

You tried one last time, delivering three extra hard knocks to the door and ringing the doorbell at least twice.

At last, the door swung open, revealing the most attractive boy you’d ever seen. Your annoyance quickly reduced to a dull afterthought.

The boy called back inside, “Yeah these mom bucks are a gold mine!” He turned to face you again.

“H-hi, uh, pizza?” You stammer. He nodded at you curiously, “Yeah… Pizza.”

“Right, that’ll be $52.50, please.”

What was happening to you? You had laid your eyes on the raven headed boy for less than sixty seconds and you felt like you were disintegrating in front of his gaze. Shakily, you took the cash from his hand.

“Keep the change,” he winked at you. Suddenly, you couldn’t move, or speak, or breathe. You held up your hand, waving awkwardly as he closed the door.

You practically sprinted back to your car, ready to soak in the humiliation from your previous interaction.

The next day, you couldn’t stop thinking about the interaction you had on Surrey Street. The boy’s deep brown eyes were ingrained into your memory. You even made a note of the small mole that sat next to his eyebrow. He was tall and slim and wait, was he wearing eyeliner?

It was agonizingly painful to get through your day.

It was a saturday, so you were delivering pizzas back to back the entire day.

Your night was finally coming to an end. You had one more delivery slated before you could go home and absolutely crash. Your coworker handed over the order.

“Oh, and they specifically requested you to deliver this, by the way,” your coworker rattled off, nonchalantly. “They said to send the awkward girl with the black car.

That was you alright.

Your heart skipped in your chest. You tried to contain your hope, telling yourself there was no way he would ever ask for you.

You cleared your throat, “And what is the address on that one?”

“Hmm, let’s see. Looks like it’s 12 Surrey Street.”

Your jaw fell to the floor.

“Do you know them, y/n?”

You stuttered, unsure of what to say, “Oh, u-uhm, no, not exactly.”

The drive over to the now familiar house was nerve-wracking. Your mind was racing.

Oh, god. You probably smelled like pizza and you probably looked like garbage and- Your navigation system pulled you from your thoughts. “You have arrived,” the electronic voice droned out.

No turning back now.

Before exiting your car, you made an effort to somewhat fix your appearance. It wasn’t easy, but you improved your looks at least a little bit. You also made sure to reapply your perfume.

You grabbed the pizza from the passenger side, only one box this time. You slowly approached the door, your anxiety running rampant.

You rapped on the door three times and rang the doorbell. Tonight, the door was answered almost immediately, as if somebody had been awaiting your arrival.

“Hey,” the boy from the previous night greeted you with a slight smirk.

So he does wear eyeliner.

He was leaning against the doorway, one arm elevated, holding the top of the doorframe. You allowed your eyes to linger on his biceps a little too long.

“Is that for me?” He asked, knowing good and well it was.

You nodded, drool nearly departing from your bottom lip.

You opened your mouth to tell him the total, but he spoke before you.

“This might be weird but do you wanna come in? I won’t kill you or anything, promise.”

What? The? Fuck?

Is he serious? Okay, play it cool, y/n.

You nodded again, letting out a small squeak. So much for playing it cool.

He stepped back into the house, holding the door open for you. You passed under his arm and into the inviting atmosphere.

You hovered awkwardly in the entryway, waiting for him to say something, anything.

“Well, are you gonna tell me your name?”

“Oh right, of course, I-I’m y/n. Do I get to know your name?”

“I guess I can tell you. I’m Rodrick. You might’ve heard of me. I kinda run a band, Löded Diper.”

You’d never heard of it.

“Oh, yeah! Sounds familiar, actually!” You lied to protect his ego.

His eyes lit up, thrilled by your response.

“Wanna see my setup?” The pizza you brought was long forgotten.

Part of you knew that wasn’t really a question. Rodrick led you through the hallway and into the garage. It was covered with string lights and Löded diper posters. There was a small couch and coffee table against one of the walls.

“Please, y/n, have a seat. Take a moment to digest the man cave.”

He played a couple sets for you and honestly, he was better than you had expected.

After what was probably half an hour, he retired his drumsticks. You gave him a small round of applause and he gave you a dramatic bow.

You smiled up at him.

He plopped down next to you, resting an arm on the couch behind you.

“So… y/n, the ‘rents won’t be home for a while. We could… watch a movie or something. If you want.”

You still couldn’t believe this was happening.

“U-uh sure, what do you have?”

He smiled, immediately rattling off movie titles until one piqued your interest.

“Scream it is.”

Rodrick showed you up to his room. It was decorated similarly to the garage, complete with band and movie posters, colorful lights, and some miscellaneous items scattered on the floor.

One item being a playboy magazine. You blushed and he kicked it under the bed, attempting to laugh it off.

“Uhm, sit anywhere you’d like.” He was the awkward one now. Rodrick fumbled with the dvd, eventually sliding it into the disc player.

Despite this being your favorite movie, you found it impossible to pay attention. Rodrick had found a seat right next to you on his couch.

You were staring at Rodrick through the corner of your eye, unable to break eye contact from his fiddling hands. You watched the veins in his arms contract and flex with every small movement he made. You were enamoured.

Your breath caught as he moved his hand to rest on your upper thigh.

He looked over at you, searching for your approval, “Is this okay?”

You nodded as your heart rate increased rapidly. He began rubbing his thumb in gentle circles over your smooth skin. You could feel heat blistering in your cheeks and you were suddenly grateful that the only light illuminating your face came from the flickering tv.

You glanced over at rodrick, his pale skin and rosy lips glowing in the dim lighting. You wanted nothing more than to feel his plush lips on yours.

A surge of confidence rushed over you and you rolled onto his lap.

You repeated his own question to him, “Is this okay?” You could see his jaw fall open slightly as he nodded excitedly.

He placed his large hands on the small of your waist. He smirked at you, “How about this?”

You rolled your eyes at the little game the two of you had begun.

“And what about,” You leaned in and kissed him slowly. Your lips moved in sync perfectly. He tasted like sour candy and gas station icee.

“This?”

He pretended to think for a moment, “Hmm… not quite sure about that one. Let’s try again so I can be sure.”

He didn’t have to ask you twice.

You kissed him again, prying past his pliant lips with your tongue. This kiss was far longer and far more sensual. Rodrick’s grip on your waist tightened as your lip lock progressed.

You pulled away from him and broke the silence, “You owe me $15.29 for that pizza, by the way.” You smirked at him playfully, having a feeling the rest of the night was going to be more fun than you could’ve imagined.

+ hi guys i promise i see your requests and i will write them!! this was in my drafts and i wanted to post hope u enjoy c: also pls feel free to message me or send me asks abt anything and everything!!!

[apricotgojo]

hello! I was wondering if I could request a kinda spicy kinda not spicy chat noir x reader fic? It can literally be about anything you want. Please and ty❤️❤️

AHHH I’M SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT BUT I FINALLY WROTE IT !  Thank you for the submission anon! <333 i had a lot of fun writing it and i hope you enjoy it! 

Ship: Chat Noir x Reader 

Warnings! : SEMI-NSFW, all characters are aged up here!, swearing!

Tags: enemies to lovers?? ;))

“merde.”

That was the first word you hear that caused you to open your eyes. Your head was hurting and your whole body ached. You rubbed your eyes and sat up on the cold floor beneath you.

You saw Chat Noir sitting, slumped in front of you with his head resting back against the wall.

Great he was here too. You guys didn’t really get along, mostly because he tried to flirt with you on the first day he saw you and you didn’t want to put up with his shit because you knew he did that to every girl he saw. You both started growing pissy with each other since that day.                                                                                                       now you were stuck with him in this dark, humid room.

where were you guys? most importantly what happened that got you both here? you furrow your eyebrows as you try to recall what happened. All you can remember was Ladybug giving you the bat miraculous to fight along side them again. Then you went near the Louvre where the villain was and both you and Chat Noir made a run towards him. that’s all you could remember.

“You’re finally awake.” You hear him croak.

You snap out of your thoughts and look at him. His blond hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat and his chest was moving up and down with every deep break he took. He looked hot. wait, what no he didn’t why are you thinking that? “what happened?” You ask him. You couldn’t seem to take your eyes off of him and your body felt warm. Too warm.

“the villain knocked us out with his power and Lady locked us up in this room until she changes everything back to normal.” He says and slides a note to you. You grab the note and begin to read it.

Hi guys. You were both hit by the villain and got knocked out. I had to put you both in this room and lock you in here until I change everything. Don’t worry Rena is here to help me. Whatever you do, don’t give in to certain thoughts and fight against urges. -Ladybug.

You furrow your eyebrows. fight against urges? What power did this villain have?

“I don’t know why she’s keeping us locked in here, I mean, I’m awake now so everything must be fine,right?” You say as you get up from the floor and walk to the door. You feel a hand grab yours and turn around to see Chat Noir in front of you. His cheeks were a deep crimson colour. “Not so fast, bat.” He whispers. “His power wasn’t just to knock us out.” He says.

You look down, your eyes fixated on his body. Your body starts burning you. why the fuck was it so hot in there?

“T-Then what is it?” You ask, looking up at him again and noticing how big his pupils have become.

“Hawkmoth gave him to power to make people uncontrollably aroused.” He states, looking down at your lips. oh.

This is what ladybug meant by fighting your urges.

You instantly pull back from him and scoff.

“as if, I’d ever be aroused at the sight of you.” You say and cross your arms over your chest, turning around and giving your back to him. You were lying, you knew that every time you looked at him you could feel your body burning and aching for his touch.

You gulp and sit back down where you were, trying your best not to look at him.

“Yeah because it’s not like you want to rip all my clothes off and suck me dry whenever you look at me, it’s just cause you hate me right?” He says, chuckling dryly.

You instantly feel your cheeks heat up at his words and your legs close together. fight the urge. fight the urge. fight the urge. that’s what you kept telling yourself but god you needed some type of release so bad.

“What is it now, Chat got your tongue?” You hear him whisper in your ear and your head instantly turns to face him.

How did he get there?

Your faces were inches apart. Your lips were both parted, your cheeks both red and your breathing increased with every passing second that you stared down at his pink lips. They were a deep shade of pink, mostly because he was biting them so much because of the frustration. You look down at his body again, the bulge in his suit was evident and it made you rub your thighs together even more. You knew he wanted it as bad as you.

But why him? You hoped that when Ladybug reverted the damage done by the villain, you wouldn’t remember this at all. But maybe the attraction to him was always there.

But you never wanted it this bad before in your life.

Fucking akuma.

Your body moves without you realizing and you end up straddling him, catching him off guard. His hands move to your thighs for support and you swear that it took everything you had in you to repress the moan you wanted to let out simply because he touched your body.

“Shut up, kitty.” You say, your noses touching and your hand running through his hair.

You felt vibrations emerging from his chest as he rolled his eyes back. He was purring.

Holy shit. You wanted to remember this moment just to be able to tease him afterwards. You couldn’t take it anymore. This stupid teasing. Ladybug’s voice started speaking in the back of your head.

Don’t give in to certain thoughts.

It’s your fault for locking us up In here together Ladybug so, fuck you.

You move closer to his face and lick his lips gently and slowly.

You feel his grip on your thighs tighten.

“Holy shit, we can’t do this.” He breathes out while you start kissing down his jaw.

“why not kitty?” you mumble against his skin.

“Because I don’t think I want to forget it.”

“Maybe we wont.” You whisper and look up at him with half lidded eyes.

And with that, he crashes his lips onto yours.

It was pure bliss.

Just what you needed. Just what your body was aching for.

Okay, maybe your body did want more but this was something that gave you that hint of satisfaction.

Your lips moved in sync and your hands wouldn’t stop running through his hair.

Your bodies started moving together, both eager to get any type of friction, any type of satisfaction. God you needed him so bad that it was painful.

The room was filled with lewd noises you made while you kissed and small grunts and moans that escaped your lips.

You wanted more and at this point you couldn’t think straight anymore.

A hand moved from his hair down to his shoulder. You gripped it a bit for support before making your way to the bell on his neck. You fiddled with his bell before you noticed something behind it. A zipper. Jackpot.

You felt his teeth bite your lower lip and you let out a soft whimper. You gripped the zipper and began to slowly pull it down.

You froze when you felt a gust of wind overcome you.

A surge of pain went through your head and you shut your eyes. you opened your eyes again and realized that you were on top of Chat Noir.

What the fuck? You fell on your ass and rubbed your head. “What the hell happened?” He asks scratching his head.

You were about to respond until you hear footsteps and the door unlocking to reveal Ladybug and Rena Rouge 

“Are you guys ok-“ She stops and looks at both of you, her eyes wide.

You furrow your eyebrows and look at Chat who has his hair disheveled and his lips red. Little red marks were peppered from his jaw, down to his neck and then it hit you like a truck.

Holy shit.

“Oh my god do you think they-?” Rena didn’t finish her sentence and started chuckling.

“we what?” Chat asked, confusion filling his voice.

Ladybug shook her head and laughed nervously. “Nothing, the villain knocked both of you guys out and we put you here for your safety.” She says and grabs the sticky note from the floor, crumbling it in her hand.

“You guys don’t remember anything right?” Rena asks, smirking.

Chat shakes his head and gets up.

But you did remember everything.

[hornime]

pretty boy | yamaguchi tadashi x gn!reader

his eyes focused on you, pupils clouded over with a haze of ecstasy. “wan’ you ta—t’go faster,” he babbled mindlessly, brain barely registering his growing incoherence. “wan’ you to—to—” a particularly tight pressure had his mind reeling. “want you t’touch my ass ‘n make me feel good there, too! wan’ you ‘nside me so so badly!��

warnings: 18+, timeskip!yamaguchi, sub!yamaguchi, yams wearing a maid dress, handjob, ass play, begging and praise, mentions of dacryphilia

w/c: 1.1k

a/n: yamaguchi is best boy!!! he would look so pretty in anything but i saw this maid dress and immediately thought of how cute he’d be when he wore it. gah i just wanna kiss him and make him feel good!!!!!

tadashi sat the the edge of the bed, hands fiddling with the lacy white hem resting on his thighs in nervousness. he was wearing the pink maid dress you’d bought him, olive hair pushed back with pastel-colored barrettes. he thought he looked, well, cute.

and you thought he did, too.

you approached him, hand reaching out, and he almost instinctively leaned his cheek to fit squarely in your palm, nuzzling delicately. “you’re cute,” you murmured, verbalizing both of your thoughts. he blushed at your praise, the tips of his ears burning scarlet.

you angled forward, head lowering to make eye contact, and kissed him lightly on the tip of his nose, eliciting a soft smile from him.

“you’re cute,” you restated, placing an arm on each side of his body, forcing him to shift backwards on the bed, “and you’re gonna be good for me. you can do that, right?”

he nodded eagerly, eyes wide and innocent. “i can—i’ll be good!”

you hummed in approval, crawling towards him until he fell back onto his forearms, knees folded up, allowing him to see your lustful face between his spread thighs. but if you were there, that’d mean you could see under the dress, and he wasn’t…

“no underwear, huh,” you smirked, licking your lips at the beauty of his rigid cock. the tip was flushed a delicious shade of pink, weeping pretty droplets of translucent pre-cum that dripped tantalizingly down the side. you rested your hands on the inside of his legs, leaving light, fleeting touches that made him squirm. “so dirty, ‘dashi.”

his cock bobbed in response, slightly shifting the fabric of the dress, and he looked to the side, averting your gaze, splotches of pink simmering under the freckles on his face. your words always made him flustered.

tadashi inhaled sharply as the pad of your finger fondled the skin of his balls before tracing upwards to tease his slit. “hngh,” he whimpered. “feels s’good.”

“yeah?” you moved the heel of your hand upward, rotating it around the head of his cock and smearing his arousal around your palm. his hips jerked upwards as you wrapped your now-slick hand around the shaft, stroking agonizingly slow.

from the angle he was at, the bottom of the skirt blocked any view of your ministrations. his inability to tell what was going to happen next made each touch even more electrifying. all he could see was the predatory look in your eyes, a sight that made his breath catch in his throat. as he grinded into your grip, his heart hammered in his chest, the muscles in his thighs flexing uncontrollably, body desperate for more stimulation.

“please, please, please,” he begged. “gimme more. please, i want it s’badly.”

“want what, ‘dashi?” you knew it was cruel to toy with him like this, when he was so desperate and needy, but you couldn’t help it: he was just so fun to play with.

his eyes focused on you, pupils clouded over with a haze of ecstasy. “wan’ you ta—t’go faster,” he babbled mindlessly, brain barely registering his growing incoherence. “wan’ you to—to—” a particularly tight pressure had his mind reeling. “want you t’touch my ass ‘n make me feel good there, too! wan’ you ‘nside me so so badly!”

you stopped suddenly, slowly processing his words. tadashi whined at the loss of contact, writhing in a feeble attempt to get you to continue, too lost in his pleasure to realize what he’d just admitted to you.

“you’re so filthy,” you muttered, your remark falling on deaf ears. he wanted you to play with his ass, and who were you to decline him that satisfaction?

taking the hand that wasn’t preoccupied with his cock, you brought it to your mouth and sucked sloppily at your pointer finger, using your saliva as makeshift lube. you tentatively took the digit and swirled it around the rim of his tight, pink hole, causing him to squirm in bliss.

“hah! oh god, oh m’god, feels s’—ah!” he moaned wantonly as you steadily pushed in, feeling the firm walls expand and contract at the intrusion. he was practically sobbing from the double contact, his abs rippling with exertion. your finger began thrusting in sync with the slippery strokes on his cock, nonsense tumbling from his lips with the overwhelming sensations. “m’god, h’m’god, f—fuck, fuck, fuck.”

pearly tears pricked at his batted eyelashes, and, with a sudden curl of your knuckle along his prostate, began flowing freely down his spotted cheeks as he lurched forward in alarming delectation. your movements became more fervent and he moaned even louder, body urgently chasing an ever-growing release.

“‘m gonna, ‘f you keep doing that m’gonna, gonna cum!” he stammered, eyes pleading and searching yours for permission. “i was good, s’good. please, le—lemme cum. please, ple—“

“go ahead, ‘dashi. be a good boy ‘n cum for me.”

he followed your directions instantly, making a high-pitched noise as his white cum spewed mesmerizingly from his cock and the clenching of his hole almost forced your finger out. you maintained your pace, sadistically tormenting him through his orgasm until he was thrashing in overstimulation, pained cries escaping his mouth.

“no more, no more, please. can’t take ny’more. hurts!”

you relented as he spasmed, practically jerking out of grasp. gulping for air, tadashi collapsed onto the pillow under him, and you balanced yourself on your hands and knees on top of him, hesitantly pushing stray strands of hair from his sweaty forehead. tongue lolling, his glassy eyes stared at you in awe, like you were the most angelic being in the world.

“thank you,” he rasped, throat scratchy from the volume of his moans. “you’re s’good to me.”

“you’re always the good one, ‘dashi,” you whispered lovingly. you gave him a peck on his forehead, his nose, his lips, and each of the freckles that dotted the constellations of his face, and before long, you both were giggling.

you lowered yourself into his embrace, adjusting your head on his collarbone so that you were peering into his brown eyes. “so pretty,” you murmured, giving another light kiss on his cheek. he beamed, snuggling you closer.

suddenly, a thought occurred to you, and you raised your head. “i didn’t know you liked things in your ass,” you teased, drawing a humiliated whine from him.

he covered his face with his hand. “well, i mean—”

“i think it’s sweet,” you reassured. “maybe we can play with your ass some more next time.” at that, he blushed profusely, nodding lightly.

he’s such a pretty boy, you thought. though i bet he’d look even prettier with something bigger than a finger stretching his hole open.

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[smellslikemultifandomimagines]

Hi, I would like to request a full length Derek Hale smut if that’s okay. I can’t come up with a exact idea, but along the lines of something fluffy but smutty. Thank you in advance!

pairing: Derek Hale x fem!reader // werewolf!reader 

warnings: smut → cute smut!, soft!Derek - what more could you ask for with that man honestly 😍, also just the basic fingering and fucking lmao. not proof read lol 

word count: 1.9k

plot summary: you moved out of town due to a new work opportunity that lasted for 18 months. it was known to almost everyone at beacon hills that you and Derek were an item, and as soon as you come home, you surprise him with a visit. 

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The plane ride had been slow and exhausting. All you wanted to do was just come home and breathe the bittersweet air of beacon hills; a home to many, especially supernatural beings. You had become quiet accustomed to the supernatural. That’s how you met Derek after all.

Derek was your trainer. he taught you how to survive, how to control the werewolf urges, and how to avoid detection from werewolf hunters. The more  time the two of you spent together, the more the feelings for the other would grow, and finally, after a few years of training with him, you both succumbed to the undeniable love. 

The airport was busy; filled with tired businessman, overjoyed couples finally reuniting, stressed parents trying not to lose their children in the chaos. Luckily you had your headphones on you, so you put back over your ears after getting off the plane. Your fingers stretch out and try to hold everything you’re putting in your arms. Your phone slips through your hand, and you curse while frantically picking it up. Grabbing your luggage bag, you book an uber and breathe out a reliving sigh as you walk outside, glad to get away from the mayhem. 

You hadn’t told Derek you were back. in fact, you hadn’t spoken to him in most a year. Your job was demanding, always wanting everything from you, and although you love what you do, it was exhausting. you simply had no time to talk to family, let alone friends from home, or even go out with colleague on their traditional Friday drinks night. You feel your heart pounding in your chest as the nerves begin to grow. Your fingers fiddle with your phone in your lap while you chew the inside of your cheek. 

The uber finally pulls up in front of Derek’s loft. the driver helps you with your bags, and you thank them politely. Rolling your suitcases up to his door, the nervousness builds even more, causing your palms to sweat. Softly, you knock on the door of his loft. It only took him about a minute to answer the door, and finally, there he is, standing so gorgeously in front of you. His jaw drops as he looks you up and down. 

“hi,” you beam with a wide smile. He pulls you into him, wrapping his arms around you so tightly, you thought you’d suffocate. You didn't mind though, in fact, you hugged him just as tight, feeling nothing but safe and sound

“I-you-oh my god,” he babbles, still in shock. “you never told me when you were coming back.”

“I wanted it to be a surprise.”

he hugs you again, picking you up and spinning you around. Derek kisses you passionately, instantly humming into the softness of your lips.

“I’m so glad you’re home,” he mumbles against you. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too, beta.” beta. a nickname you haven't said in so long. You used to tease Derek by calling him ‘beta’ to remind him he wasn’t your alpha wolf. 

He rolls his eyes, planting yet another kiss on your lips. Your lips move in sync, getting deeper and more passionate with each movement. Derek’s calloused hands slide up your arm, shrugging off your jacket before leaning down to pick you up. You immediately wrap your legs around his waist, pulling at his hair as he holds you against a wall. 

“I’ve not even been here for 5 minutes and you’re already undressing me,” you tease as he removes your shirt and bra. 

“I see you’ve still got your Beacon Hills charm,” he teases right back, lips connecting effortlessly on your neck as he sucks a hickey. 

“And you’ve still got yours.” You drop down, and rid his shirt before dropping it beside you. He helps you unbuckle his belt, watching as you drop it near his shirt. Your lips smash together again, both of you not bothering to pull away as he shuffles out of his jeans. 

Derek turns you around, the coolness of the wall can be felt against your chest and stomach. You shiver and feel his fingertips graze along your back before finally pulling your pants down. Kicking yourself out of them, you turn back around and wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss once again. He pulls away, his hand holding yours as he guides you to his bedroom.

Derek shoves you against the wall, kicking the door to his bedroom shut. He trails kisses down you neck, hands snaking around your back to unclasp your bra. A giggle passes your lips as you slightly push him off you, your hands taking his as you lead him to the bed. He pushes you down gently and crawls up your body, kissing up from your stomach to your collarbones, to both of your exposed breasts, to your neck, and finally, to the soundness of your lips.

Your hands tangle in his hair, pulling at the ends as you both deepen the kiss. Derek pulls away and drags his fingertips up your body, chuckling as he feels the goosebumps grow on your skin from his touch. He shuffles down the bed slightly, lips attaching to your breast while his hand squeezes the other. You moan softly and tug his hair. You almost forgot how sex was like with Derek; he always gave you so much attention that there was no part of your body he hadn't touched or kissed.

Dark marks are scattered all over your chest. Though he knew they would heal quickly, he wanted to see you marked from him; that he was finally yours again and no other man could have you except him. That was one of the things you remembered from what Derek loved doing to you; he loved marking his territory. He leans up and plants a rough kiss on your lips, causing you to whine against him. Just as he detaches from you, you pull him right back down, wanting to kiss him just a little bit longer. Derek chuckles and pulls away, leaning his head against your forehead.

“I’m so glad you’re home,” he whispers, planting a delicate and loving kiss on your forehead. You giggle in response, lifting his chin up to kiss his lips again. Derek shuffles down the bed, trialling kisses all the way down until he reaches your thighs.

Your heart flutters with such awe as you watch Derek kiss your inner thighs; paying attention to the way his lips purse while he kisses you, and to the way he’s so gentle with you despite being so eager and needy for you. Derek grazes a finger up your clothed clit and you gasp at the feeling. Taking the fabric of your underwear between his fingers, Derek gently and slowly pulls it down your legs, throwing it behind him. He watches your reaction intently while he rubs small circles on your clit. Your head fell back into the pillows as you whine, bucking your hips up for more.

“God, I missed this,” you breathe out a breathy moan, hands coming down to his hair and tugging it gently, remembering how much he likes it. Finally, his tongue licks a stripe up your folds, instantly humming at the sweetness of your taste. It had been so long since the two of you had slept together, he almost feels ashamed at how he forget what you tasted like.

He sucks at your clit before swirling his tongue on your clit, eliciting a rather loud moan from you. You buck your hips against his mouth, a sign that he remembered as wanting more. His fingers tease your entrance; toying and circling the area before finally thrusting into you.

“Derek, fuck,” you moan. You walls tighten around his fingers, causing a beautiful grunt to slip from his lips, the vibrations transcending onto your clit so nicely, you whine out for him again. The grip on his hair tightens as he curls his fingers and massages your g-spot. Your body shakes as waves of pleasure shoot throughout your body. You're close. The tightness in the pit of your stomach rises with each lap of his tongue and each flick of his fingers inside you.

“Derek, baby, you’re gonna make me cum,” you moan loudly, grinding your pussy against his face. He mumbles an ‘cum for me’ against your core, which only made your orgasm come faster than you expected. With a loud moan and a string of curses rolling off your tongue, you cum on his fingers. He groans as he feels your walls pulsing, and the pure sound of you moaning just for him makes him even harder and the craving he has for you becomes more intense than ever before.

“fucking hell,” you chuckle, panting from the intense high.

“Was that better than you remembered?” Derek teases, crawling his way back up to you. You giggle and pull him in for a kiss.

“much better.” Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer to you. Using one of your legs, you manage to push his boxers down to his knees before he leans down and takes them off himself. You stare into his captivating eyes while you wrap your hand around his cock. He sucks in a breath as he shudders, closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling of you slowly pumping your hand up and down.

“Angel, I'm not gonna last long if you keep doing that,” he groans out, pressing his forehead to yours. Detaching your hand from his cock, you drag your nails up his back. Derek leans over and grabs out a condom from his nightstand before sitting up slightly to roll it on. He kisses you're forehead as he pushes in, both of you sighing out in pleasure. Derek laces his fingers with yours, bringing it to the side of your head as he rocks his hips harder into you. Your moans are so soft and delicate, a smile cracks on his face. His lips trail kisses down to your neck again, hips rocking faster as moans become louder. 

with your free hand, you claw at his back. He lets out a moan and shifts his body to bring your leg around his shoulder. Derek thrusts faster, sitting upon his knees to drive his cock in deeper into you. Your back arches in response to the immense pleasure, body tingling with satisfaction and a dopey smile appears on your face as you moan. 

“fuck, Derek, you’re cock feels so good,” you whimper. He chuckles in response, thrusting harder into you which makes the bed rock against the wall. You grip the sheets to try and ground yourself, feeling overwhelmed with the amount of pleasure your body was undergoing. 

“you gonna cum, baby?” he asks, taking his thumb into his mouth before rubbing faster circles on your clit. 

“mhm,” you whimper, eyes squeezing tighter as the pressure in the pit of your stomach builds and builds. Your body shudders underneath Derek’s as you cum around him; walls pulsing and strings of moans and curses spill from your lips. 

“shit, I-” before Derek could get another word out, his cock twitches inside you and he’s hips still for a moment as he cums inside the condom. 

“oh god,” he moans, rocking slowly into you. He gently pulls out and instantly attacks you with kisses. You giggle in response, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him in closer to you. 

“Please don’t ever leave me again,” Derek whispers against your lips. 

“I promise.”

[siriusmydeer]

late common room nights

ron weasley x fem!gryffindor!reader

summary: after hermione and harry leave the common room to go to bed, you and ron have to find something to keep yourselves... entertained

word count: 1.9k

warnings: first of all that summary is ass but, unprotected sex (DONT FORGET TO WRAP IT BEFORE U TAP IT), uh fingering?, RON IS A CONSENT KING, this was also my first smut so don’t expect anything amazing 😭, uhm underage drinking, lowkey an innocence kink, exhibitionism, and c*rmac again

“guys, ‘m out m’tired.” harry spoke, getting up from his seated place on the common room floor and stretching out his arms.

“me too, ‘ve got a new book to catch up on” she says, slowly walking over to the girls dormitory tiredly from the long school day.

“night y/n, night ron.” harry says, before making his way to the boys dormitory.

“so, ronald, what do we do now?” a smirk grazes your lips with an arched brow, chuckling a bit at the end of your sentence.

“oi! stop calling me that!” the boy basically cried out, grabbing a fluffy pillow from the vermillion couch throwing it at your chuckling body.

you catch it with ease shoving behind you, thinking of something to do with your best friend.

“how about.... 21 questions?” proposing your idea whilst pursing your lips, looking at the boy again with narrowed eyes.

“alright, darling. you first.” his voice lacing with an amused tone at your proposal, leaning back on his hands that laid comfortably on the mahogany floor meanwhile sitting across from you.

“ok...” your voice slightly trembling in nerves, whilst wringing your fingers together. “whats your favourite colour?” your voice swift, his ears barely catching the question. having a small internal battle with yourself for chickening out from your original question.

“navy blue..., what’s your favourite memory?” his sentence pausing in the middle, attempting to maintain eye contact with his azure irises.

not bad, you quickly thought while trying to think of another question. a chortle falls from your lips thinking of the amusing memory, “that one unsupervised quidditch match when i was knocked off m’broom and broke my foot”

“the one where i had to bring you to pomfrey at two in the morning and serve a months detention for being out past curfew.” you both reminisce at the memory.

as the night progressed the both of you passed around the fire-whisky the questions got bolder, and to say the least dirtier.

“okay... okay...” giggle escapes you, the alcohol clearly in your system. ron chuckles at your disgruntled face, leaning closer to your face wiggling his eyebrows.

“have you ever like... done it?” a tinge of awkwardness runs rapidly throughout the room, you giggle again nervously taking another swig of fire whisky.

“it..?” he looks at you cluelessly, waiting for more information. you widen your eyes at him like you’re trying, and failing, to send him a mental message.

after a few seconds he looks at you with widened eyes, a small chuckle leaves his mouth as he takes the fire whisky from you. “merlin y/l/n i didn’t know you wanted me like that” he says taking a swig.

“no! i don’t!” you attempt to explain, with a vermillion running up the expanse of your next directly to the apples of your cheeks. “i’m just.... curious, because i know lavender has it bad for you” you attempt to cover your tracks, but your intentions already revealed.

“yes i have, for your information. not with her though.” he says with a sassy remark, passing you the bottle again. “have you?” he spoke while eyeing you suspiciously.

“well now i’m embarrassed.” you divert your eyes to the staircase. “oh so, you haven’t! my oh my, i guess you and mclaggen never got that far.” he adds with a raised brow and smirk.

“for your information, we never did anything because he was busy gazing at every other female in his vicinity” you punctuate and return to his sassy-tone, and a hair flick. you steady your eyes back to ron who looks at you amused.

“if i was with you i wouldn’t look at anyone else” he mumbles, gaze strictly on the floor his face matching his hair colour; a bright scarlet hue.

“what?” you look at him, widen eyes, face flushed and hair dishevelled. thinking you heard wrong, scooting closer so you can pick up his head with your thumb and pointer finger.

“i said...” he takes a deep breath before continuing, “that if you were mine, you would be the only person i’d look at” he says nervously, grabbing your wrist looking up at you.

you inhale and close your eyes for a second thinking about every single possibility this night could lead too. you choose wisely and opened your eyes looking in his direction finally choosing your words.

“prove it.” your tone stern, looking in his cerulean irises to prove your sincerity.

after that he doesn’t hesitate to capture your lips with his, moving together while subtly maneuvering you to straddle his waist. he opens his mouth so swiping against the strawberry chapstick that was worn into your lips and pleading for entry beneath your lips.

your mouths synced together in a deep harmony while both his larger hands came to grapple at your hips to keep you steady on the planes of his thighs. your core just above his clothed cock, you sink down slightly swivelling your hips slightly to create friction.

“bloody hell.” you hear him mumble while your lips were slightly seperated before rejoining them, his slowly growing tighter at the slight friction. one of your dainty fingers tugging at his reed tresses and the other on his placed on his jaw. you move forward again and create more friction against his strained erection, a low groan falling from his mouth.

you had a butterfly feeling erupting in your stomach, as one of his hands made its way into your hair giving it a small tug. a barely audible moan left your mouth, ron pulled away just a millimeter to look into your eyes.

“i want you, right here, right now.”

“what if someone see’s-“

“let them.”

he captured your lips again, placing both of his large hands right under your thighs maneuvering you to the nearest vermillion couch to lay you on. He hovered over you before kissing down your neck, sucking marks on the nearest skin he could find.

you knew you would have to cover them up in the morning, but you didn’t care. you could only focus on his lips sucking on your skin, and tangling your fingers into his fiery red hair.

he kissed up from your collarbone, kissing the fresh red marks that laid beautifully on your skin before hovering over your face again.

“you’re beautiful, darling.”

he leaned in again, tongues prodding at each other lustfully, while his warming taste of spearmint and pumpkin bleeds onto your tongue. one hand aggressively gripping your hip and the other one fiddling with the buttons of your uniform top, robes and ties already discarded when you entered the common room.

“are you sure you wanna do this, m’love?” he asked gently, affirming this is what your intentions were. hearing the repetitive pet names conform out of his mouth sending shockwaves of butterflies erupting through the warming of your belly, mixing with arousal.

“i want you ron, all of you.”

you leaned forward pushing your lips together in a passionate kiss, slotting them together the mess of the kiss being your last concern; while you both worked and attempted to rid each other’s clothes off. both of you left in your undergarments, he disconnected your lips for a moment to take a look at your body and seeing the heavy breaths you took from the frequent moving of your torso.

the eyes the stretch marks on your hips, the small scars from quidditch on your body, the birth marks scattered on your body and he thought he had never seen anything more beautiful.

“w-what?” you stumbled on your words, as he looked upon your body thinking he was judging you. you instinctively almost went to cover yourself, he quickly grabbed your wrist pinning it beside your head before looking deep into your irises.

“you’re the most stunning thing, i’ve ever seen.”

he went to kiss the column of your neck again, slowing down before he mumbled again.

“i want to get you ready for me first, can i do that?”

“please.”

he took off the rings on his middle and ring finger seeing the callouses from the handling of his quidditch broom, and slowly slipping them on your agile fingers and leaning in towards the shell of your ear.

“hold on to those for me, darling.”

he kissed down your bra-clad chest, to your stomach and down to where you needed him most. he slipped off your panties, throwing them on the common room floor before kissing up your thigh.

he looked at your glistening core with lust, his pupils blowing wide before running a finger down your wet folds. you let out a breathy whine before he continued, slowly slipping his middle finger into you and slowly pulsing it in and out.

“ron- fuck.” you hissed in pleasure, from being touched for the first time. “you like that, princess?” ron mocked, seeing your face slightly contort.

a small whine slipped from your slipped from your lips as a response, before he continued his torture on your cunt. you bit your lip, trying to keep quiet hoping nobody from upstairs would hear ron pleasuring you.

he kept a steady rhythm, pulsing his fingers in and out of you knowing how hard it was for you to keep quiet. he kissed your thoughts and stomach while teasing you by speeding up his pace in and out of you.

you let out a moan escaping your lips before biting them harshly,

“come for me darling, come all over my fingers”

you let out a loud moan in response, unable contain it anymore. you felt a wave of euphoria wash over you as you came for him, gripping whatever was close to you. he puts his fingers in his mouth with an exaggerated moan before leaning over you again kissing your lips, making you taste yourself feeling arousal wash again all over you.

he kissed back up your stomach before his hand slid up towards your back, undoing your bra before throwing it towards the floor, along with the matching set of panties. he looked at you in adoration of your naked body, before looking up at you,

“are you ready, angel?”

“but i want to help you too, ron”

you said leaning to grab at his briefs before he grabbed your wrist in his hand, and interlocking your fingers.

“tonight is about you, your my priority.” his tone was hoarse but a mix of gentle lacing it, the last sentences being whispered in your ear. you tried to suppress a shiver before grabbing his face and looking into his sheer-like azure irises.

“i want you inside me” your voice slow and and heaving, you spoke then kissing him again. he moved up, placing himself between your legs and leaning on both of his forearms, one of his hands tangled in your tresses and the other grabbing at your hip.

his cock hard, almost painful and leaking with precum started to slip into you, only managing the tip in before a whine escaped your lips while digging your nails into ron’s flexed bicep.

“it’s ok, m’right here”

he took your nod as a sign to keep going before slowly pushing fully into you. at first his strokes only small, barely there. he didn’t want you to hurt, he adored you and he just wanted to make you feel good.

“ron, please. go faster” you said gripping his hair in one of your hands, and his dipping your nails again in his bicep with the other. he slowly started to build up a pace, he knew you both wouldn’t last long considering this was your first time and the girl he loved was withering in pleasure under him, and only pleasured by him.

he let out a grunt into your neck, as he littered it in kisses while murmuring small praises into your ear. you tried to suppress your moans by biting into your lip, hoping hermione wouldn’t come looking for you.

“ron i’m gonna- fuck”

“me too, come with me” he said in between small grunts. you both let out low moans at the same time before he let white ropes of cum shoot into you and another wave of euphoria washed over you, harder this time. he laid beside you, both panting as he grabbed a blanket covering the both of you. he leant his head on your shoulder, his arm winded around your waist, pulling you closer to him and kissing your shoulder.

“keep the rings, darling, they look better on you.” he said in between pants.

you looked at him before speaking,

“is this the part where we separate and go to our dorms?” you mumbled, scared of his answer.

“no.” he whined, “i don’t know about you, but m’tired” he said sleepily, closing his eyes.

“we’re also naked, the first years will be mortified-“

“don’t care. they can close their eyes” he said, with sass.

“your brothers and all of our friends will tease us for all eternity” you teased with a laugh.

“they’ll be more relived that the pining is done.”

“pining over who?” you said, arching your brow.

“YOU. merlin woman, you are blind.” he picked his head off your shoulder to look at you before putting his head in the crook of your neck, giving it a small peck.

“mortified, ron. i’m telling you—“

[motherjoel]

hostile (spencer reid x fem!reader)

summary: after months of trying to get pregnant and a miscarriage, you finally succeed. will you get the chance to tell spencer this time?

a/n: this is my first oneshot in a veryyyy long time so im sorry if im a little rusty! trying to get back into it :) also i know very little about pregnancy so forgive me! (i got the hostile uterus part from greys anatomy lmao)

wc: 2.3k

warnings/includes: lotsa fluff, angst if you squint, criminal minds stuff, pregnancy, miscarriage

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“Spence, were you even listening in there? I have a hostile uterus. Not only am I feeling incredibly hostile right now, but my uterus?” you yelled as Spencer guided you to your car.

“All I’m suggesting is that we keep trying, Y/N. And I’ve already done plenty of research on adoption and surrogacy, did you know that 140,000 children are adopted by American families each year?” he asked, opening the passengers side door for you and running around to hop in the driver's seat. “And there's always in vitro fertilization,” he suggested as he reached to shut his door and start the car. 

“Of course you wanna keep trying Spence, all you have to do is stick it in and thrust,” you huffed as he winced at your harsh wording, grabbing your hand over the center console. “I’m the one taking hormone shots in my ass and drinking less than 5 cups of coffee a day,” you complained about your attempts at increasing fertility. “Who knew a miscarriage would be the thing to get me to cut down on caffeine.”

Spencer was silent as he drove back to your shared apartment, both of your minds on your struggles to get pregnant in the past year. You thought back to your miscarriage and the impact it had on you both- it had only been a few months since you and Spencer became official. It was new, and this pregnancy was unplanned to say the least. Not telling Spencer about it was the only solution you could think of at the time- until it was too late. 

You remembered the feeling in your chest, your entire body running cold after being tackled by an unsub. You hadn’t told anyone of your pregnancy, not even Spencer, but as the blood ran down your legs it was pretty clear what had just happened. Derek dragged the unsub away in handcuffs as you sat in the open back of the ambulance, a paramedic wrapping your wrist. You barely remembered JJ’s look of pity or Rossi’s concerned gaze. The only thing you remembered was the pale face of your boyfriend as you had been lying on the ground moments before trying to hide the blood. He eventually made his way over to sit next to you after a few minutes of stunned silence.

“Hey, Spence,” you whispered as he sat next to you, the paramedic finishing up and walking away.

“How long?” He looked at your stomach, fidgeting with his hands in his lap.

“Three, um, three months,” you fiddled with the bandage on your wrist.

“And you didn’t… you didn’t think to tell me?” he asked, eyes welling up as he finally made eye contact.

“I’m so sorry Spencer, I just, we never talked about kids before and we haven’t been together for too long… I just needed time. To think.”

He nodded and swallowed thickly before softy taking your hand in his, running his finger over the fabric of your bandage.

“You never have to hide something like this from me, y/n. We’re in this together and... not to be um, too forward, but I love you,” he confessed. You knew you loved him, but neither of you had dared say it. “I love you now and I always will, so you can trust me with this kind of thing.”

Since that day, the two of you had only gotten closer. Now, a year into your marriage, you were actively trying. And after months of trying to no avail, a trip to the obstetrician was called for- the obstetrician who called your uterus hostile, which was likely the reason for your first miscarriage. You could barely fall asleep for a few weeks after your obstetrician appointment, which made this early morning case call all the more difficult. The two of you dragged yourselves out of bed and began your morning routine of getting dressed and making coffee, moving in sync with each other as you prepared for the day. It was a quick drive into the office and before you knew it you were sitting in a room full of your coworkers looking at pictures of human remains. 

“Four men killed in Ohio in the past month, each left with a note written in the same handwriting,” Penelope says as you all look at the case file. You normally had an iron stomach- in the BAU, queasiness wasn’t an option. But for the first time in your career, your face turned green at the pictures of dead bodies.

“It says here that they are all men in long-term relationships?” Emily asks.

“Correction: Were in long-term relationships. Right before they died, it was reported that they left their girlfriends,” Garcia explained.

“That’s important for the victimology, but there has to be something more to set off the unsub,” Spencer commented.

“Yeah, I bet that there was a common reason for them leaving,” you suggested, closing the case file and averting your gaze from the pictures.

“We’ll discuss more on the jet. Wheels up in twenty,” said Hotch.

You all gathered your things and began to leave for the jet, Spencer walking in stride with you.

“You know what, Spence, I’m actually gonna run across the street and grab some tampons before we go, I think i'm gonna need em,” you said. “Go on ahead without me.”

“Are you sure? I can just come with you,” he offered.

“No, no, go brainstorm with the team. I’ll be right there,” you smiled at him as you parted ways. You were going to the convenience store across the street, but it wasn’t for tampons. Your stomach fluttered as the bell jingled at the entrance. The aisle for pregnancy tests was easy to find, and you were on the jet five minutes later.

“Hey, did you find the, um…” Spencer trailed off as you sat down next to him on the jet. He wasn’t one of those men who got weird about menstruation, but you knew he was avoiding the word “tampon” to save you any embarrassment .

“Yup, I’m good,” you smiled and focused on the team who had now gathered around to further discuss the case.

“So, is there any link between the men yet? There has to be a reason that they were all killed soon after leaving their girlfriends,” JJ mused. You thought back to your past fears and your current situation and something suddenly clicked in your brain.

“Wait…” you picked up the case file. “What if… what if they were pregnant?” you asked, looking up to see furrowed brows. “I mean, the handwriting is feminine, so maybe the unsub is a woman who’s getting revenge on men leaving their pregnant girlfriends?” you concluded.

“I’ll call Garcia. We land in 30, keep looking over the files,” Hotch said before you all sat back down in your respective seats, the outside of your thigh pressed against Spencer’s.

You were trying to think of a good time to take the pregnancy test- you couldn’t do it on the jet, it would be really hard to hide on a plane full of profilers. You decided that the best time to take it would be back at the hotel, but after working for hours you found it hard to focus with the pregnancy test in your bag. Excusing yourself to the bathroom in the local precinct, you snuck the test with you. You locked the door behind you and took the test, trying to control your breathing as you waited for the results. As you waited, you got a text from Morgan telling you that there was new information. The moment you finished reading his text, your alarm beeped. Taking a deep breath, you dared a glance at the stick. With shaky hands, you picked up the test and bit your lip to hold back your yelp of joy at the tiny little +. Shoving the test into your bag, you rushed back to the rest of the team to continue working on the case. You would tell Spencer this time, but you decided it would be best to catch a serial killer first.

Garcia confirmed through the phone that all of the girlfriends were pregnant and shared the same obstetrician who was a single mother with a young child. This seemed to be the perfect profile for an unsub killing men who walked out on their families, but something seemed off to you. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but something was bugging you about the case. You were on the way to Shelby Meyerson’s, the obstetricians house, with Morgan and Spencer when Garcia called.

“Whats up baby girl,” Morgan answered, one hand on the wheel.

“So I’ve been doing some digging and it turns out that Shelby actually has a boyfriend, Andrew. Recent social media posts show that they started dating a little over a month ago, and it looks like Andrew grew up without a father” she said.

“Right before the killings started,” you looked at Spencer from the back seat.

“Garcia, send his address,” Spencer spoke into the speaker.

“Already on it my loves,” Garcia replied, and you could hear the clacking of her keyboard as she hit send. You looked at the address in your phone.

“Morgan, that's right down the street from where we are right now,” you pointed out. The three of you didn’t waste any time getting there. You hopped out of the car and approached the door, hand instinctively resting on your gun.

“FBI, open up,” you said, rapping on the door. You waited for a moment, but when nobody answered, Derek took matters into his own hands. Within seconds, the door had been kicked down and the three of you spread out around the house, Morgan going upstairs and Spencer going into the basement as you canvassed the ground floor. You took notice of a cup of tea on a coffee table, still warm. Once you cleared the area, you made your way into the basement, gun drawn. Your heart dropped at the sight before you- a man you recognized as missing tied to the radiator in the corner of the room, and your unsub restraining your husband with a gun to his head. You kept your gun pointed at the unsub as you heard Morgan come down the stairs behind you.

“Don’t move!” The unsub, Andrew, yelled. You raised your hands when he pointed his gun at you, dropping your weapon to gain trust.

“Andrew, there’s no way to get out of this, just let him go so we can talk,” you tried to soothe him, his grip on Spencer only tightening.

“No, no, you don’t understand. These men deserve to die for leaving their children, they-they’re terrible people, I’m giving them what they deserve,” he argued, becoming frantic.

“Andrew, if you hurt that agent, you’re just as bad as the men you kill,” you began, taking small steps toward Spencer. “He’s my husband and…” you started, locking eyes with Spencer. “And I’m pregnant with his child,” you confessed. Spencer's eyes went wide, shock overtaking the previous expression of fear. You continued to speak. “If you kill him, you make him leave his child. I know you don’t want that, I know you don’t want someone else to go through what you went through,” you bargained. Thankfully, you seemed to get through to him, as he dropped his gun and collapsed to the ground, his grip on Spencer loosening as Derek moved in to cuff him.

You immediately ran to your husband, throwing your arms around his midsection as he wrapped himself around you, kissing the top of your head and whispering reassurances to you. 

“I was so scared,” you said into his chest, your voice muffled by his kevlar vest. He put his hands on the side of your face and wiped your stray tears, his own falling as he started to smile.

“Were you serious? Are… are we pregnant?” he asked, his hopeful smile spreading wide as ever. You bit your lip and nodded, squealing with joy as he picked you up and twirled you around, not even noticing the rest of the BAU had arrived at the scene.

“Hey, be careful with Y/N! She’s carrying my god child,” Derek smirked as Spencer set you down, his arms still wrapped around your waist. 

“Hold on, why does Morgan get to be the godfather?” Rossi questioned, putting on a mock italian accent, making you all laugh.

“That’s not important, what's important is that we're gonna have a baby genius running around,” JJ smiled as she walked over to hug you both, which turned into a group hug between the entire BAU. You all broke up the hug when Morgan's phone began to ring.

“Yes, baby girl everyone's safe. Actually… Pretty boy and pretty girl have some big news,” he said, putting Garcia on speaker.

“What! Tell me right now, I can't handle this!” she begged. You and Spencer smiled at each other before you began to speak.

“You’re gonna be an aunt,” you said excitedly, receiving the loudest gasp through the phone.

“You mean… you… Spencer… you guys… oh my GOD!” she began to ramble about her excitement as you all laughed, Derek taking the phone off speaker to calm her down.

“Our kid is gonna be so loved,” you smiled, grabbing his hands and standing on your toes to press a kiss on his cheek.

“We got really lucky,” he blushed, pulling you back into another hug, the world around you frozen in that moment.

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The Art of Inversion

Neil x Reader

Chapter 29 - No Sound but the Wind

Masterlist; Chapter 28

Summary: Stalsk-12.

Warnings: Angst™️, swearing.

Author's Notes: Here we are... at the end of all things. My take on Stalsk took a lot of pain and time to figure out and actually write down so I hope it will be satisfactory. As usual, thank you Shet, for life saving diagrams and patience, as this wouldn't be possible without you.

Still probably 2-3 chapters to go so we're not quite at the end end just yet 😅 With that said, this chapter is as much a finale is it could be. Do hope you'll enjoy and feedback is greatly appreciated!

Waking up on the morning of the battle was strange. After the group conversation on the bridge, you and Neil collapsed into the bed, falling asleep instantly. The dreamless night was a welcomed surprise, and so, when you finally resurfaced on the side of consciousness again with the phone alarm ringing in your ears, you felt kind of rested. With the tight schedule, you took no liberty in wasting minutes cuddling and promptly got up, with Neil asking you to join him in his cabin in a quarter for the suiting up. There was no chance in hell you would refuse that.

It was once he left, after a kiss and quick reassurance that somehow it would be alright, the reality dawned with full force. Anxiety settled in your stomach, the nauseous feeling growing with every minute. A strange ache in your right shoulder, radiating down the arm, adding to the rising pile of questions. And doubts. At the edge of your consciousness, a festering thought that would not disappear. What if… what if? The question too terrifying to name, let alone answer.

Desperate for a distraction, you looked outside at the blue skies dotted with clouds, painting a contradictory image to the inside of your mind. At least you didn’t have to worry about the inverted rain… Sighing, you took one last look at the right shoulder and massaged the area with a frown permanently etched onto your face. Maybe it was nothing. With the time nearly running out, you quickly grabbed the battle gear and left the room.

As expected, the suiting up with Neil proved to be the distraction you needed. The moment he opened the door for you, wearing nothing but dark green combat trousers and a matching fitting long-sleeved shirt, your jaw fell slack. Somehow, out of the mess in your head, the only thought that survived was the attraction towards him. Because he looked very good. The shirt complimented his upper body in all the right places, making your eyes widen, overwhelmed with thoughts and feelings. The unbelievable luck and the gravitational pull that always pushed you towards him. And not without reason. Neil instantly caught your wandering gaze, took your hand in his, and pulled you inside the room, letting the door close behind you. The clueless look, checking your sanity from up close, before he asked:

“Why are you staring at me like that?” running a hand through his hair, making the strands stick up in every direction.

Adding to the charm. Stifling a groan building up in your throat, you placed the clothes on the empty chair before turning to face Neil again. Utterly perplexed in his dark green outfit. Stupidly hot. Just… fuck it.

“Because I can’t believe how attractive you are,” stating the truth felt relieving, but still like an understatement, “Like- my god, I-” you huffed, annoyed at both him and yourself.

Passive aggressively, you took off the shirt and pants, taking fleeting pride in how Neil seemed transfixed as well, watching your every move with fascination. Yet, it was much easier for him to shake off the mood and grab the holster. The brow furrowed; coherence lost:

“Seriously?” he was looking at you as though you have lost your mind, thoughtlessly fiddling with the thigh holster.

It was the glimmer of uncertainty that you noticed in his gaze that made you push forward. In any other moment, you would have backed off, pretended the exchange never happened, or responded with a joke to change the subject. But faced with the slightest potential that Neil could be genuinely doubting your claim, embarrassment and pride had to be abandoned. You quickly buckled up the trousers and took a step closer, taking a long look over his body. Your eyes were instantly drawn to all the details that never failed to make you want him. Placing your hands on his shoulders, you nodded:

“Yes. Being this fit is unprecedented,” grinning, you took in his stunned face, letting the frustrations and feelings lead the speech “It’s those broad shoulders and the narrow hips that always distract me when you’re wearing shirts,” letting your fingers skim over his chest and down the stomach in appreciating strokes “Long legs with those thighs… Darling, you’re making that holster look almost illicit” you eyed the accessory encircling his upper thigh with unhidden hunger, the tip of your tongue poking out to deliver the punchline “And let’s not even get to the best part because you know what I think about it” settling your palms on his hips, you grinned wickedly, meeting his gaze.

“What?” Neil swallowed hard, his hands instinctively wrapping around your waist.

Still so adorably confused. But now, you could notice the faint flicker of gratitude. And amusement. Might drive the point home then…

“Always knew you’d be a spectacular lover, but Jesus Christ… you’re making me regret half the times when I said no to you before” brushing over his backside and pulling your lower bodies flush together, you teasingly slipped your thumb underneath his shirt.

Taking immeasurable joy in the shallow gasp, he let out upon the simple action. You observed as he slowly shook himself awake, blue eyes searching yours, and then a hand raising to cup your cheek, tenderly brushing over the skin:

“What’s gotten into you?” the outpouring of affection waking up the butterflies in your stomach “Not that I’m complaining, though,” he shrugged, the slight concern tinted with happiness.

With your brain eager to remind you about the terrifying reality and the spikes of pain pulsing through your right shoulder, you chose to dive headfirst into the feelings warming up your chest. You shrugged and covered his hand with yours:

“Adrenaline fucked up and activated the wrong part of my brain. I’ve no clue,” your lips twisted in a hesitant smile, “But I want you, and that’s that” with the free hand, you traced the outline of his jaw.

Running over the stubble on his chin and the fading bruise underneath his ear, light blush spreading over your cheeks at the memory connected to it. It still felt strange sometimes to be this open with him. To speak your mind without fearing rejection or ridicule. To know that the sentiments were reciprocated with equal strength.

“Can we move that to after the battle?” Neil wrapped his arm around your waist, searching your face for clues, “Because now… now I just want to hold you. Kiss you, maybe” the timid whisper tugged at your heartstrings as he ran the pad of his thumb over your lower lip.

A familiar gesture, sparking up the fire and asking for consent. As if he still needed to.

“Maybe?” you arched an eyebrow, latching onto the word if only to make him smile.

Neil grinned, happiness radiating from his gaze as he tipped your chin upwards, syncing up with how you rose on your feet to meet him halfway.

“Certainly,” the murmur laid to rest on your lips.

The slow, gentle kiss, beginning with the tenderest of touches, his lips gliding over yours, carefully igniting the flame. It was as though he wanted to commit it to memory, softly drawing out sighs from your throat with the delicate pecks and ghostly brushes. The texture of his lips getting imprinted on yours, the taste of his kisses becoming a permanent memory. The hints of Earl Grey tinting the tip of his tongue as he finally deepened the kiss, trailing along the outline of your mouth and slipping inside to give you the necessary fix. You tangled your hand in his hair to bring him closer and to feel the strands between your fingers. Running out of air, at last, you withdrew by a millimetre and smiled against his mouth, giving in to the chaste pecks, extending the contact even if for a second. Neil grinned back, his thumb caressing your cheek in soft strokes, eyes showing everything you should need to know. The intimate moment awash with affection, adding meaning to the scene. Holding his gaze, you made sure to return the sentiments with equal strength before you leaned back and took in his lovesick expression.

“Don’t worry, I’ll address all of what you said later… Because I’m flattered” Neil broke the silence at last with a glimmer of gratefulness shining through the blue irises.

You grinned, allowing yourself a rare dose of hope for that later. May it come. Sending silent prayer to whatever god could be listening, you brushed away the hair from his eyes before responding:

“Good, because I meant it,” your eyes roaming over his face, admiring the striking features, “You handsome bastard,” the nickname coming out without hesitation.

How very fitting. Your grin only getting brighter when you saw Neil’s double-take, eyebrows scrunching up in confusion once more, only to be replaced with an uncertain head tilt and a thoughtful pause.

“… that sounded way too enticing than it should’ve,” he admitted finally, drawing you closer with his hands on your hips.

Confirming the sentiment, he licked his lips thoroughly with the gaze focused on your mouth. Bingo. Unable to stop the smug smile from spreading on your lips, you suggested an answer to his predicament:

“Maybe that’s just because I said it,” the rare rush of confidence and pride spreading blush on your cheeks.

Once more, you were separated by a breath of space with your lower bodies flush together. That impeccable pull, doing its work as usual as you felt his breath ghost over your lips. Then Neil smiled, confirming the beliefs with a simple statement:

“Yes, that too,” another kiss shutting down the worries and strengthening the feelings.

It only took three more before you continued with the suit up. To prevent distractions, you settled on the opposite side of the cabin, slowly assembling the military outfit, the silence occasionally interrupted with comments. It was once you have adjusted your thigh holster and slipped in the faithful Glock that the reality has once more dawned on you. You were about to head into a battle. An actual, large-scale battle, on the Siberian steppes, armed with nothing but a handgun and rifle. And Neil, both the protector and the protected. Not that it made any sense.

Sighing at the mess of thoughts in your head, you turned back to the man in question, observing him for a moment. He was busy packing the military backpack with the needed supplies, half-dressed in the top layer of the suit. With the hair grown out and the slight stubble on his chin, the outfit gave him the ‘rough mercenary’ look that could not help but quirk your lips in a tiny grin. Luck, and all that. As your gaze fell on the dark green backpack, your eyes got caught by a pendant attached to the zipper. With the curiosity piqued, you crossed the space to see the trinket, asking the question in the process:

“What’s that?” tenderly, you reached out to touch the pendant.

It was a vintage coin from India, attached to the zipper with a red and orange piece of yarn, washed with the years of use. Upon your innocent question, Neil let out a long exhale. Nervous. Perplexed, you glanced at him, immediately noticing the shy smile and hesitant gestures. Running a hand through his hair, he finally strung together a sentence:

“I… uh, that’s something Alex gave me and I- I can take it off if you-” stopping the panicked ramblings, you placed your finger upon his lips.

Idiot. Smiling gently, you let go of the trinket and took Neil’s hand in yours, slowly rubbing out the tension and cherishing the feel of his palm in yours. There were no doubts as towards what you had to tell him in response to something this outrageous.

“Neil, why do you think I’d want you to get rid of that?” you watched as he struggled for an answer, the adorable pinkish tint darkening his cheeks, “I’m glad you had him. And that he was lucky to have you” as his eyes turned glossy, you swallowed the sudden rush of tears and added “I can only hope I’ll be fortunate enough to have you for the rest of however much have we got” the uncertainty creeping in, forcing to add the necessary disclaimer “If you’ll-”

If you’ll want me for that long. But you never got as far as telling that. Neil closed the gap, pulling you close with cheeks wet with tears and eyes full of inexplicable emotions:

“Shut up” he brushed his nose over yours as a prelude before covering your lips with his in a kiss.

A hungrier one this time, a way of returning the feelings you have poured into your words. His teeth grazed over your lower lip in a familiar expression of passion. In response, you could only draw him closer, sighing when the salty tears tinged the contact with boundless weight. Somehow you knew that whatever would happen beyond this moment, the love you had was real. Probably the only genuine feeling you ever had the luck of experiencing. With the realisation fresh on your mind, you could only whimper quietly when Neil broke the kiss at last and pressed another to your forehead. He kept on holding you close as though worried your time was running out. Overwhelmed with the conflicting emotions, you reached out to brush away the evidence of his tears, caressing his face in a dream-like daze. Finally, he broke the silence:

“Never thought I could love someone that much again, but there we are. And you know what?” the happy smile contrasted how his eyes glistened with melancholy, “I like it,” you mirrored the grin, letting the blue of his eyes pull you under “Emotional compromise has never been this tempting” reference to the nightly conversation making you giggle.

A perfect opportunity to lighten up the moment and shake off the premonition shadowing your every gesture and word. Distractedly, you placed your hand over his beating heart, glancing up at him with a playful smirk:

“Does your gob just like… never run out?” Neil’s grin widened, your interference doing its magic, “I’m impressed,” as a confirmation, you patted his shoulder humoredly.

Neil shrugged, the look in his eyes clear: you knew what you’re signing up for. And you did. Frankly, you would not have it any other way. No matter the consequences or the future. Love is merely a madness, after all.

“And I-” when Neil spoke again, you could tell what was coming.

Getting into the temptation (and because you haven’t said it in an hour), you interrupted him with your confession:

“I love you. I know,” a smug smile splitting your face once more upon seeing his reaction.

The eyes widened for a split second, furrowed brow and lips open in a gasp. Before Neil somehow became even more beautiful as the morning light lit up the joyful glimmer in his eyes. The hair caught on the golden fire, giving him the look of an angel that has fallen straight from heaven. And was yours, for some unknown reason. Your affirmation added a spark of confidence to his expression as he thanked you for it with another breathless kiss.

The rest of the dress-up continued in that manner, often interrupted with kissing, hugs, and banter that seemed to wash away the fears. Even if only for the moment. As you adjusted the bulletproof vest and made sure the front pocket was full of the extra magazines, you checked the time. A little too tight, considering you were yet to assemble the oxygen tank and prepare the rifle. Looking up, you met Neil’s attentive gaze as he was shamelessly staring at you. For a second, you could tell that you were both considering never leaving the room and ignoring the reality. Just saying ‘fuck it’ to the universe and abandoning the post for whatever cost to never let this moment end. But it had to. The mirroring mournful smiles on your faces contrasted with the desperate hope you tried to hold on to. Finally, without breaching the gap, you remarked quietly:

“We should move, or else they’ll leave without us” a meaningful look at the window.

Yet without urgency present in your heart. Because you did not want to go. Not at all.

Neil could easily read the sentiment from your face, for he picked up the remaining parts of the equipment and asked:

“Do you think there’ll be bears?” the innocuous question dropped with the needed effect.

A distraction. A way of making the exit easier for you.

“… what?” staring at him with confusion written all over your face, you gaped.

Beloved idiot. He grinned, taking that one step closer to brush away the hair from your eyes with extra care.

“You know, bears, Siberia… Rasputin?” his lopsided smile adding the punch to the ridiculous statement.

And then, just as you were sure the situation would not get stranger, he started humming. Boney M. Rasputin, naturally. You groaned, pondering life decisions. Seduction through talking absolute nonsense and humming Boney M? Sure, why not. Ignoring the urge to facepalm, you let the amusement and bewilderment spill through the glare you gave him. He shrugged in response. Another message easy to understand: your idiot. Taking his hand in yours, you decided to play along:

“I don’t think it’s that sort of Siberia,” you frowned, looking for the correct metaphor, “Think more like… Chernobyl, graphite, and radiation poisoning. Inverted, at that” wincing at the mental image, you squeezed his palm.

The quiet reassurance complementing the silent conversation. All that you did not need to say but knew anyway.

“Inverted Chernobyl?” Neil met your absent gaze with a laugh reflected in the blue irises.

The laughter never felt this important before. Clutching his hand tightly, you collapsed into his arms. A few minutes of delay wouldn’t hurt anyone.

***

If anyone later were to ask you how the briefing looked like or about the specifics of what you did before boarding the container attached to the chinook, you would not know what to tell them. As though in a dream, you attended the meeting led by Wheeler and crafted to fit the needs of the Blue team, registering half of what was said. You had the plan for your unit memorised, and that had to be enough. Rest was up to fate. With the pain resonating through the shoulder and the suffocating anxiety making a home in the pit of your stomach, Neil’s presence right next to you and his hand resting on your thigh mattered more than usually. You had a feeling he knew, shooting you worried looks now and then and focusing intently on Wheeler at the same time. As though he knew that he had to be the strong one. The leader. You could only hope that you would not disappoint him or fuck it up. After all, the fate of the world was a pretty crucial cause to fight for. Even if your world has shrunk to that 1,85m, blue eyes, and dyed blonde hair. Fighting for your future together was good enough, too.

You settled on the bench in the blue container, struggling to find the air to breathe in the cramped space, weighted with the fears and the suit covering every inch of your skin. As the chinook rose and the wind shook the container with force, you strengthened the hold over the helmet resting on your lap and screw your eyes shut. The throbbing sensation in your arm only seemed to get more prominent with every passing minute as though sensing that Stalsk (and whatever awaited there) was getting sooner for you. Trying to keep the mind at bay, you went over the plan once more. The bullet points straightforward enough to be recited like a prayer: upon the landing, exit the container and run towards the epicentre, following Neil; stay out of trouble; enter the dead-drop chamber with 5 minutes to spare (ideally); cover Neil as he deals with the lock; leave and arrive at the drop off zone in time to come back. Simple, right? You glanced at the watch on your wrist. It already felt like ten minutes from the explosion will not be enough. Because what if you were stopped? What if something went wrong, and you will never make it to the lock? What if you mess it up by letting nerves take over everything else? What if something goes wrong?

With the questions multiplying at an alarming speed, you quickly found yourself struggling for breath. The mask and the constant rattling of the packed container were not helping. Shit. A louder gasp was unnoticed by everyone but the man to your right. Neil turned on the bench in a second, scanning your face for the obvious signs. As your wild, panicked gaze met his, he tilted your chin firmly:

“Hey, hey,” the gentle whisper urging you to focus on him only “Look at me” he searched your eyes for something and then asked, “What’s wrong?”

It was that patience and kindness that always got you. No matter the circumstances or the advancement of your relationship, Neil always reacted with the same gentleness. And that was both the reason to love him and to be disappointed by your inability to keep it together.

“Sorry, it’s just nerves… and… fuck, I’m sorry” stumbling over the words, you could feel the tears welling up in your eyes, betraying you “You need me, and I’m already fucking it all up by being too weak-” your rant was gathering speed, stopped only by Neil.

“If it wasn’t for the bloody oxygen masks, I’d make you shut up now,” he sighed with exasperation, eyes glancing at your mouth to point out the true meaning of the sentence “Stop it, give me your hand” obediently, you let him entwine your fingers “Actually, I’d be a little worried if you weren’t scared. But we’ll manage because it’s us. And there’s nothing we can’t do” the words spoken with confidence you could only dream of having “Do you trust me?” he asked the question with startling resolve in the blue eyes.

Despite the mess of thoughts, the answer was too easy.

“With my life,” you squeezed his palm for comfort and added, “And heart too, apparently” a sheepish shrug to complete the confession.

But is it still a confession when it’s glaringly evident? Talking with Neil like this with the troops all around and the chinook’s rattle overhead, everything felt surreal. But it did not seem like anyone noticed your ‘heart-to-heart’. Thank fuck.

Neil did not seem to mind, staring at you with that familiar affectionate glimmer in his eyes. He brushed his thumb over your knuckles, soothing the anxiety and reasserting his presence.

“I’m glad because I kind of need your heart to pull this off,” he grinned, the sudden tentativeness endearing and distracting you successfully “Because this way I know that it’s all worth fighting for” locking your eyes with his, you somehow knew what was coming “Do you remember the promise?”

Of course. It was not as if you spent many hours thinking about it. And praying that you will never have to break it.

“Yeah, I… I hope it won’t come to that” the careful answer to make sure he would not catch on to your doubts.

And the countless plans you have made in the quiet of your mind. Just in case.

“Me too, but if- If it’s me, or you, I’ll always choose you,” the simple statement made the breath hitch in your throat.

As did the look in his eyes, assuring you that he meant it. Boundless love, pouring out of every glance and expressed through the firm hold over your hand. There was no escaping it.

And I, you. The answer unspoken; whispered only to yourself. And that had to be enough.

***

The moment of quiet did not last long. Soon after your conversation ended, the wind picked up, increasing the shaking of the container. Even without windows, you could tell that you were getting closer. After another violent jolt, Wheeler stood up, holding on tightly to the railing overhead:

“We’re coming in on the shock wave,” her voice rang out loud and clear, “Hold on, people!” with the warning, you strengthened the hold over Neil’s palm and used the other to tighten the seatbelt.

You tensed, body preparing for the impact and everything else that could come after. As though following your instincts, you turned to Neil at the exact moment he glanced at you. Your gazes locked as the chinook flew through the explosion shock wave, eliciting gasps from the troops and increasing the feeling of doom. The only anchor, the blue eyes gazing back at you with love and determination, were a perfect place to wait for the landing. You kept on staring, letting yourself find a piece of hope in his face and knew Neil was doing the same. But the time was already running out.

Two minutes later, the blue container touched the ground with a thud giving you the signal to stand up and prepare for the charge down the ridge. You fastened the helmet and prepared the rifle, ready for the strike. As the doors opened, you got struck with the piercing light outside. The area was covered in the sandy steppe, the ruins of the city littered with crumbled grey buildings and blocks. The blue skies, giving nothing but a contrast to the scene with its startling serenity. As Wheeler gave the Blues signal to begin, you followed the troops, running out of the container and down the steep ridgeway, instantly noticing the hundreds of mercs in your way. Inverted, normal. Everything the hell had to offer. You could see the Reds fighting them off, trying to create a safe passage for the splinter unit. Before it began, one final thought resonating through your head – you never even got to say goodbye to TP. It felt strange. And yet.

You did not have much time to process the realisation as Neil tugged at your hand in a clear signal: C’mon. You followed him down the hill, rifle comfortably placed on your shoulder to allow easy aim if needed. 9:35. The bullets were wheezing past, inverted, and normal. An additional level of chaos was introduced by the crumbled buildings, flying upwards in denial of physics. That’s what the training was for. Focusing on staying alive and relatively unharmed, you swerved between the rocks and walls, eyes open on those that behaved differently. Rounding up the corner of one derelict building, Neil pulled you to crouch as he scouted the horizon for obvious traps. The construction acted as a hideaway, giving you a moment to catch the breath burning your lungs and give the legs a millisecond-long rest. The ringing in your ears seemed permanent as you stared at Neil, awaiting instructions. 8:00. The blue digits on the watch speeding up the pounding heart. After too long a pause, you asked:

“Are we clear?” your voice wavered, showing the anxiety brewing underneath.

“One second” Neil glanced at you before going back to risk assessment.

You tensed, closing your eyes for a split second to ground within the moment. To find clarity in the chaos of the battlefield. A breath in and out. Hand tightening the hold on the rifle. The other was squeezed by Neil. The sign to sober up.

“Go” your eyes shot open as he whispered the command.

Without a second of hesitation, you leapt up, turning around the corner and running straight towards the bunker. You could hear Neil following close, the sounds of your footfall the only noise you allowed in. And then the third one joined. Startled by an explosion nearby, you looked to the right in time to see a merc running in your direction. Inversed, luckily. He was too close to use the rifle, and so you faced him for combat. A kick there. A backhand to weaken the enemy. Adrenaline rushing in your veins as you successfully brought him to his knees. Now it was just the question of pulling the trigger. The shot echoed in the space as he fell on the ground with a thud. It never got too easy. Stifling a heavy sigh, you only managed to turn on your heel when Neil’s yell broke the silence:

“Watch out!” you saw the worry in the blue eyes before the world turned upside down.

In a flash, you heard strange noises coming from the rumble laying all around. There was no time to jump to the side as the stones flew up. A piece of rock hit you in the shoulder as another large boulder made you trip, landing face down on the ground. Fucking physics. The breath knocked out of your lungs as you groaned:

“Fuck,” the curse coming out as you tried to pick yourself back to standing.

The time was still running out. You winced as the pain radiating from the right shoulder increased by a notch.

“Are you alright?” Neil pulled you up with a frown etched onto his face.

No.

“Yeah, let’s go. It’s close now” you offered him an unconvincing smile and looked towards the buildings.

From the distance, it looked like a barrow or a war-time bunker with the top covered with soil and the entrance through a dark tunnel. The main way in was not yours, however. Projecting the mental map of the compound, you searched the terrain for your entryway. Soon, just where you expected it to be, you noticed a metal trapdoor in the ground, partially hidden by the shadow of a crumbled building. You knew Neil noticed it too, for he gently pushed you in the direction without a word. 6:02. On time. Sort of.

The rusted padlock keeping the door shut gave way after a forceful kick. You stood on the lookout as Neil opened the flap with a creak of the old hinges. Making sure no one was on the horizon, you looked over your shoulder to see the progress. It seemed like your way in was a vertical tunnel with ladder steps ending in eerie darkness. And beyond? God knows what. Fantastic. As Neil peered down the hole with a small torchlight, you frowned:

“A dark hole in the ground… brilliant” letting out a small sigh, you met Neil’s eyes as he looked up at you.

A glimmer in the blue irises told you he was up for no good. And you were right.

“… there lived a Hobbit?” Neil completed the quotation in an innocent tone.

Just as if you were not in the middle of the battle with bullets wheezing past and explosions punctuating every heartbeat.

“… Neil, what the actual fuck?” gaping at him, you almost forgot the reality.

For a split second, there was no ticking clock and worry of death waiting around the corner. Only you and Neil, entangled in yet another dialogue of nonsense. As it was supposed to be. You knew he understood, for he squeezed your hand once more before responding:

“Sometimes I ask myself that too,” a perfect punchline to elicit a sharp gust of laughter.

But there was no time. You both checked the horizon one more time before Neil pushed you in the direction of the entrance:

“Go, I’ll follow,” a whisper, giving the necessary support.

No chance of backing out. With a final sigh, you secured the rifle on your shoulder and took the first step down the ladder. The railings were cold and corroded by time and elements, giving that additional spark of anxiety you did not need.

Looking down, you could make out the end, and so, making sure to ignore the aching body and screaming mind, you began the descend without a second of hesitation. There was no time. With only the light from the world above, you soon lost the count and the ability to see, relying only on your instincts not to slip and fall.

After what felt like hours, your feet touched the ground with a shallow thump, resonating through the cavern. The tunnel was lit by a single fluorescent, giving out its swan song underneath the Siberian ruins. As you took a step to the side to let Neil join you, you scanned the surroundings. The dark cave with rusted pipelines lining up the ceiling and the metal crate and railings covering the ground. You exchanged a glance, similar reactions mirrored on your faces. It was easy to feel unwelcomed.

You turned to the right, as the maps indicated, following the tunnel towards the epicentre. With each step, the anxiety rose, manifesting itself through the shaking fingers and shallow breaths. You could feel the inexplicable feeling of dread fill your heart with nothing to blame it on. Until you finally turned the last corner and found yourselves at your destination.

The dead drop chamber had a high dome with the entrance at the top and a cage-like construction underneath, edging a dark cavern. In the poorly lit space, your eyes took a second to adjust and take in the necessary details. Inside the cage, you could see TP and Ives, hunched over a mysterious, steel object, shaped like a coffin. The Algorithm. A shudder ran through your body as you noticed the yellow countdown clock attached to the item. Next to them, there was a body. A man lying flat on his back with a gunshot wound in his head. You immediately recognised the face from the folder given to you long before the mission took off. Volkov, Sator’s right hand. Your blood turned cold as though anticipating something that was yet to happen. The pain in your shoulder has reached the levels of tolerance, increasingly growing to make sure you could not ignore it. Tough luck.

“Neil… something’s wrong,” you whispered, grasping his hand in yours, seeking comfort.

Even though he could not offer anything beyond his presence. You knew that whatever would happen, you had to face it alone.

“I know,” the low murmur bringing you back to the present moment.

As you locked eyes with Neil, you could see the worries confirmed. He was tense as if anticipating the worst yet not knowing when or how it would come. On the periphery of your vision, you could see Ives and TP stare at both of you, seemingly unsure of how they should act or which part to play. The body language, showing nothing but unease and confusion. You knew Neil noticed it too, for he quickly closed the space to the lock and rummaged in the front pocket of his vest for the tools.

“Let’s…” throwing a look at you with the necessary determination.

No time to waste. You nodded, blocking out the pain, if even for a second longer. Job to be done.

“I’ll watch your back,” the assurance he did not need, but you gave anyway.

As Neil began the lockpicking, you positioned yourself sideways, hoping to have a good vantage point to observe the inside of the cage and the tunnel leading to the epicentre. A glance at the watch picked up the heart rate. 03:27. With the muffled sounds of the battle above the cavern, you could hear your heavy breaths filling the silence, sometimes interrupted with backwards gibberish coming from the splinter unit and Neil’s curses. The time was both suspended and was ticking away mercilessly.

Upon a louder sigh, you glanced in his direction. The question died on your tongue as you perceived movement through the bars of the chamber. A gasp pierced the silence as your eyes landed on Volkov raising from the ground. No bullet hole in his head. Fuck. Before you could utter a word, a gunshot resonated through the space. Ives lowered the gun, staring at you with a strange emotion. Neil glanced up, a shaky breath the only sound on the comms.

It was easy to put together the pieces. And make the decision. Ignoring Neil’s startled look, you crossed the remaining gap to the cage. The gate was almost open, needing a few seconds more, at most. And after… It made so much sense. Easy. No need to think or analyse. Shield Neil, keeping your gaze fixed on Volkov. The pulse, pounding in your ears. The backward gibberish, coming from the splinter unit, talking to the henchman. It all did not matter. You awaited that faithful sound of the lock opening. A breath in and out. It would be alright. It would be worth it.

The click came both sooner and later than you expected. A jolt of adrenaline ran through your body, elevating the heart rate, making your reactions fluent. Fear is your companion. As the gate creaked, Neil’s tools clattered to the ground. He looked up at you, questions and worries multiplying in the blue eyes. He didn’t know yet. Taking comfort in the realisation, you smiled at him. For reassurance. I got you.

And then swiftly threw yourself between him and the now open door as the second gunshot echoed in the chamber. A flash of pain ripped through your shoulder; the inverted bullet tore through the tissue before you could perceive it. Of course. Everything made sense now.

Volkov lowered the gun and retracted through the tunnel in the dome. With a strangled yell, you fell onto the ground. Your knees hit the crate as you toppled onto your side. The edges of your vision darkened; your brain overwhelmed with the increasing agony. As though through the glass, you could hear Neil scream your name before he gathered you in his arms. Through the tears, you could see his furrowed brow. The eyes glossy with unshed tears of his own. You wanted to brush them away. To tell him that you are going to be alright. That you love him. But no sound could come out through the tightened throat.

The warm liquid was pooling inside the suit and spilling through the gaping hole. Pain flooded your vision as you fought to keep your eyes open. Through the ascending fog, you could hear Neil’s whispers, begging you to stay with him. To stay awake. Easier said than done.

Slowly, he stood up, cradling you in his arms. Horror and determination etched onto his face. You laced your hands on his neck, following the instincts that played out their roles without your actions.

The tunnel. Please, don’t cry. Bright light, hurting your eyes. Explosions in the distance. The boundless blue cast with fear. I love you. Burning agony radiating through the body. I don’t regret it. Neil’s panicked screams. I’ll do everything for you. The soil underneath your fingertips. You’re my everything. Scarlet hands. Pain.

No sound but the wind.

[milf-harrington]

LIGHTHOUSE - homesick

reunion

The sky stretched above him, an ink wash of deep black that bled into the ocean.

Stars glittered, cold and distant, forming constellations that were as easy to read as the books stacked under his bed.

He remembered nights spent high above the ground, a quiet voice murmuring stories of ancestors, their backs pressed against a stone wall as they pointed out constellations to each other. It had been a race to see who could name the most stars before the sweeping light of the tower swept back around and hid the sky for a few blinding seconds.

It had been the night Zuko knew he was in love.

He smiled now, tracing shapes in the sky and mouthing stories, a warm ache settling deep beneath his ribs. The open ocean, especially at night, had been a haven for him for many years, with nothing but the gentle slap of water against the sides of his boat to keep him company. It had been his escape from a stifling family, from strained friendships and unhealthy romances, from a life of sinking his teeth into every hand that reached out to help him.

He'd learned to sail when he was young, and turned to it when he needed to clear his head. Burning his hands on ropes and his eyes with salt water and his lungs with running back and forth had felt like a more productive use of his anger and grief than yelling. (Although, he'd done a fair amount of that to.)

The gentle rocking of the waves lulled him, even now, but the their siren calls grew quieter every day. He no longer dreamed of running, no longer wandered aimlessly across a map. Now he had somewhere to anchor, someone to sooth the rope burn on his palms, a small X in blue ink written over an island.

Gently, Zuko refolded the letter he'd been reading, his heart warm and heavy in his chest with the loving ache of missing someone's embrace. Sokka rarely sent letters, often writing them and then leaving them tucked away amongst his haphazardous desk ("My organization system is fine love, I know exactly where everything is."), so Zuko cherished the ones he remembered to send.

With a fond smile, he brought his left hand up to his face, admiring the simple ring that now adorned his finger. According to the letter his fiance - fiance! - had sent him, the ring had almost met the same desk-related fate, which would have made for an interesting proposal. He pressed the ring to his lips, eyes sliding shut as he remembered his last farewell.

(Sokka took his hand, kissing the new engagement ring, and then smiling at Zuko so softly the sailor felt it melting down his spine.

"Now you have to come back." He teased.

Zuko laughed, taking his hand back so he could tilt Sokka's jaw and press a kiss to his mouth. "My love, I don't need a ring for that.")

Holding the letter gently between his fingers, Zuko stood up and stretched, breathing in the night air and letting it out in a long exhale, exhaustion creeping into his bones.

After dropping the letter into his small bedside drawer, he climbed into bed and got comfy, sighing explosively as he stared at the off-white of his ceiling. He missed Sokka.

He let the silence build, his heart beats slowly syncing with the rocking of the boat before he tucked his fingers under his pillow and pulled out a slip of glossy paper, holding it above him.

It was a photo of Sokka, his head tilted down as he looked at his hands, legs spread slightly in front of him with one bent at the knee. His face, streaked with grease and strands of hair held out of the way with his glasses, was lit up in a smile, tongue peeking between his teeth while his nose scrunched. He was wearing his 'mechanic' clothes, a rusted tool box open next to him while he fiddled with some thing that was supposed to fix the twisty part of the lighthouse's spotlight.

It had been mid afternoon when Zuko had taken the photo, sunlight streaming through the glass, bathing the subject in a warm sunny glow. He was breathtaking and Zuko could almost hear the constant thrum of waves against the shore, only broken by the scraping and clinking of metal.

Gently, he brought the photo to his lips, the surface slightly sticky as his eyes slid shut against another wave of imissyouimissyouimissyou, before he tucked it safely under his pillow and turned out the light; mentally drafting the letter he would send in reply.

"My dearest love, I wish you could see the stars from out here, I know you would love them. I could teach you these new constellations, and how to use them to navigate a path. Maybe I'll teach you anyway, when I return home.

How odd... to think that the ocean is no longer home."

[prfctethereal]

happy anniversary | james potter

pairing: james potter x reader

word count: 2,100

warnings: PURE SMUT. this is smut. do not read if you are uncomfortable with that. also swearing.

a/n: oop hi. this is the first time i’ve written something like this. also, haven't written in second person pov in a long time. anyway, thanks for the support and i hope you like this. - kennedy

***

You curled up in your boyfriend’s arms, pulling your knees up to your chest, your potions book long abandoned from the homework session you were supposed to be doing on the couch.

James’ fingers carded through your hair, a soft sigh falling from his lips. A glassy expression was plastered on his face, his eyes extruding boredom as he just stared at the page of his book, uninterested in what he was reading. You admired your boyfriend in this moment, adoring the way his eyes flickered or the way he licked his lips when he was trying to concentrate.

He was so desirable.

But you two had never done anything more than snog before. You wanted to do more but you couldn’t, you were too nervous. It was no secret that James had slept with other people before and it wasn’t that you minded, it was just that you didn’t think you’d be good enough. So, you never went that far.

“Jamesie?” You cooed, watching as James’ eyes lifted from his page, his eyebrows knitted together with confusion. Subconsciously, his hand reached, his fingers intertwined with yours, the pad of his thumbing gently caressed your knuckle.

“Yes darling?”

“Do you know what tomorrow is?” A gentle smile grew on his face, turning into an intoxicating grin. His eyes lit up, the catchlight dancing with wonder. Of course he knew what tomorrow was. Tomorrow was your one year anniversary.

“How could I forget?” He placed a gentle kiss on your hairline, bringing his arm up to stroke your waist lovingly. “One year with the love of my life.”

Cautiously, you reached up to James’ cheek, cupping it before leaning in to peck his cupid’s bow. You were so close to him, his breath blowing across your face ever so slightly. Pulling back up to him, you kissed him again, more passionately than the last. His skillful hands slowly made their way up your back as you moved your leg over to straddle him.

Melding your fingers in with his hair, you tugged mildly, a soft groan dropping from his lips, making you look with arousal in your panties. You forgot to stop as James’ hands went higher until they were resting just below your bra, snapping you back into reality. You pulled away nervously, your breath jolting up in your chest as if you made a mistake.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Apology after apology spilled from your mouth as you hopped off of James and back to your end of the couch. He was chuckling by the time you had composed yourself and finally looked over at him, his head dangling off the side of the couch.

“Why are you apologising, love? You know I would never go that far.” Then he noticed the way you were shaking slightly and his face softened, an arm reaching over you to pull you into his chest. “I’m sorry for freaking you out. We don’t have to do anything like that if you don’t want to.”

“That’s the thing. I do want to.” You blurted without realising. The ghost of something flickered in James’ eyes as he listened intently. “I really want to do it.”

There was a moment's pause while James watched you, before whispering into your ear, his hot breath sending a shiver down your spine. “Tomorrow, my love. Tonight, you need sleep before our day tomorrow.”

***

Your anniversary was perfect. The day started off perfectly, with the two of you sneaking into the kitchens for breakfast, followed by a swim in the black lake. After, you strolled around the grounds, finding your way onto the quidditch pitch. Together you flew around on your broomsticks until you were tired once again, opting for a picnic on the grass.

It was nearly evening before you got back to the common room. Dinner had just started but the both of you weren’t particularly hungry from the festivities today. You just wanted to go upstairs and cuddle.

Well, cuddling was an understatement. Your heart was starting to race as James led you by your hand into his dorm rooms, closing the door behind him.

Biting your lip, you raised your mouth to his ear, whispering something you knew would get him excited. “I’m on the potion.”

With that, James placed his lips against yours, slipping his tongue into your mouth, melting against your skin. Still kissing, you managed to kick your shoes off as you made your way to his bed.

You fell back on to the bed, your hands tangled up in James’ hair, who laid you down softly. His mouth moved in sync with yours perfectly. He took his lips off of yours, which made you pout, but he made it up to you by reconnecting them on your neck. You moaned, a foreign sound falling from your mouth, as he worked, sucking tiny love bites into your neck. His lips felt cool against you, relaxing you from what was inevitable.

“Can I take this off?” James asked permission, tugging slightly at the blouse you were wearing. Nodding slowly, you helped him, starting to unbutton from the bottom, as he worked down from the top. You were thankful that you had chosen to don yourself in some black lace lingerie, ones that James eyed hungrily. His pupils had dilated, lust blown from just the sight of your bra-cladded chest. “You are fucking stunning.”

Giggling, you watched as James reattached his cushion lips to your chest, kissing softly as his nimble fingers fiddled with the clasp on your bra, loosening it. Eagerly, you pulled at James’ shirt, trying to get across that you wanted it off. Getting the hint, James placed one last kiss on your tit before removing his shirt, flinging it somewhere across the room.

His lips found a place on your left nipple sucking it gently as his fingers rolled your other nipple, giving it similar attention. Your back arched from the bed, pleasurable moans mewling from your lips. You were in a state of bliss.

Swapping over, James started sucking at the other nipple, while his hand dipped down to your skirt. It rested on your waistband as he looked up at you for consent. When you nodded, he took it as a sign to pull down your skirt until it sat at your ankles and you could kick it off.

Slipping his fingers into your panties, his fingers swiped through your fold, a rush of euphoria jolting you up as his pointer finger found you clit. Smiling dorkily, James replaced his finger with his thumb and started rubbing figure eights on your sensitive bundle of nerves.

Moans were spilling non stop from your throat now as you got used to the unfamiliar feeling. It felt perfect; waves of pleasure that you didn’t even realise were possible finding their way through your body, letting you close your eyes.

“I love those sounds.” James brought his lips to your ear and whispered, his other hand pulling down your panties completely so he could get at a better angle.

You could hardly register what he was saying as you felt an exotic feeling building up inside of you, making you clench your thighs. Your muscles tensed as you gripped your hands against the bed, balling up the sheets.

Then, you felt the cool touch of James’ tongue down in your nether region. It was all too much as he started sucking at your clit, bringing you closer and closer to your edge, his fingers slowly penetrating your pussy.

“James I-”

“I know darling. Let go for me.” And you did, the feeling of pure bliss washing over you. You had come undone, your breathing was ragged as you played with James’ hair, coming down from your high.

Once you felt calmer, you noticed that James had risen up next to you and was placing gentle kisses back on your neck, whisking sweet nothings into your ear. “You’re so beautiful. My beautiful, beautiful girl. You are everything to me.”

Looking down, you noticed the outline of James’ erection, begging to be freed from the constraints of his pants. Taking initiative, you reached downward, slowly unzipping his zipper and pulling down his pants. After you had tugged his pants completely off, you slowly pulled down his boxers, unearthing the throbbing cock in waiting. It was hard, very hard. Standing tall at at least seven inches, it slapped up against his stomach, the tip looking red and angry.

Unsure of exactly what to do, you brought your hand down to his cock, gently stroking the head with the pad of your finger, bringing the precum around the entirety of his length.

Once it felt somewhat lubricated, you started moving your hand up and down, squeezing gently as groans erupted from James’ throat in pleasure.

With the close proximity, you tenderly kissed James on the lips, locking him into a sweet and soft kiss. Bringing your other hand up, you brushed it through his hair, tugging where you knew he liked it most, letting him moan out, sending vibrations into your mouth.

You started going faster, more and more groans slipping from James’ lips. It just encouraged you to keep going until you felt him out his hand on your, advising you to stop. Scared that you had done something wrong, you started spitting out apologies until you felt him put a finger to your lips.

“I want to come inside of you.” There was someone so special about the dirty thing he just said that made you even more wet than before. Sheepishly nodding your head, you watched James move on top of you, and place the head of his cock at your entrance.

“You okay?” He asked you, trying to find any hesitation in your body language, but he could only find pure lust.

“I need you.” You begged, earning a small chuckle from James, who swiped his head a few times through your heat before sheathing himself into you completely.

You cried out at the pain that was slowly blossoming into pleasure. James waited a moment before thrusting again, wanting to make sure you were comfortable, as it was your first time.

“Are you alright, baby?” James softened, leaning down to kiss you on your nose. You were panting heavily, getting used to the feeling of him inside of you. Surprisingly, it didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would so you nodded.

“You can keep going.” You managed to mutter out as James finally started thrusting into you. He started off slowly thankfully, watching as your face contorted from a look of discomfort to a look of pleasure. He admired the way your eyes looked back at him with complete adoration. Your beauty was intoxicating for him.

“Go faster.” You hummed out, as you felt James quicken the pace, still not wanting to hurt you. You were absolutely infatuated by his treatment as James continued to press doting kisses across your body and face, each one laced with love.

There was something building up in your stomach again but you didn’t want it to end, so you held out. Reaching your arms up, you looped them behind James’ beck bringing him closer.

He angled his body down so you could lock lips once again, wanting to be smothered by his scent, but an unforeseen side effect of this angle meant that James could now go deeper inside of you.

You moaned out in pleasure as the tip of his cock plunged at the sensitive cushion in your wall. James could feel it, the way your walls were pulsating around his length. To encourage your release, he brought one of his free hands back to your clit and started rubbing harder.

The sound of your mixed moans filled the room heavenly. The closer you got to your shared release, the louder you both got, grunt after grunt spilling out from you.

A light was closing in on you, darkness ebbing at the corner of your eyes. Small stars were invading your vision as you felt the build up become too much. You let go. Everything was perfect. You felt content. A wave washed over you, your high crashing down on you in a way you would’ve never thought of.

You felt James spilling himself into you, knowing that he had reached his high too. You palmed your hands through his hair as you both tried to catch his breath. Slowly, he slipped out of you and fell down next to you, smothering a kiss on your temple.

“Happy anniversary, my love.”