requested?: no
pairing(s): jake sully x GN!na'vi!reader
genre: fluff
warning(s): honestly not much, a lot of fluff, jake teaching reader about human things, reader speaks in broken english (they are na'vi, they dont speak much english, argue with the wall), sorry for anything that is inaccurate please lmk if there is (i was really tired while writing this and was trying to do my research while being able to describe things, so yeah), the description of jake's gift is very bad, im aware, but i was really tired and had no idea what the saddle would actually look like, so please dont come after me
summary: 𝘯/𝘢
word count: 1.1k
a/n: i had a laugh when i imagined the word 'bob' in a na'vi accent, its so funny to me that jake named his ikran bob. happy valentine's day to everyone! I'm single this year again (as per usual), but that's okay because I got my fanfics to save me through the day of couple cuteness. If you do have a special someone this year, I hope you have the most fun and you spoil each other the way you should be! I love you all, have an amazing day. don't forget to eat and drink something, love ya's, mwah! -Cilla
“val-en-tines… day?” you spoke carefully, outlining every syllable of the word as your amber eyes stared into jake’s, he smiled and took your hand in his.
“yes, it’s where you give people gifts that will mean a lot to them” he confirms, speaking gently as if that would help you understand.
“like meat after hunt?” jake laughed at your response, your ears twitched in slight embarrassment.
“less communal. it’s personal, so like that waistcloth you wove for me when we first mated, that would be a gift” he explained, your eyes brightened as began to understand.
“how long until this val-en-tines?”
“three days” your ears pricked as jake responded, you immediately lifted to your feet.
“i must go, i must get you a gift” you spoke hurridly as you ran off through the woods to find something that would be perfect for him.
the next few days were stressful for you. you had the correct materials for the gift you were going to weave new ikran gear for jake since his old one was becoming frayed and worn. you had managed to get the most vibrant feathers and the strongest animal leathers. then you got started.
you didn’t know how long it would take for you to make the gift, especially with jake always being around you, so you would always sneak off from the camp to a secluded area in the woods to weave in peace, and make it back just in time for the communal meal at night.
surprisingly enough, you finished weaving in two days, meaning you had an extra day to find the perfect addition to jake’s songcord, so the two of you would always remember the moment you gave each other the gifts for the day your mate found so special.
and when you found the perfect addition (a small crystal which had the softest and most interesting colours), you knew you were ready for the special day.
you woke up in jake’s arms as you did all mornings, turning to face him as he still slept. it was so surreal watching him wake up in his new body, for no specific reason, you were mostly overjoyed he was one of the people now.
“good morning” jake spoke, his eyes weren’t open yet, but he certainly felt the intensity of your gaze on him.
“it is valen-tines” you had become much better at pronouncing the word now, thanks to jake’s amazing lessons.
“you remembered” now, jake’s eyes were open, looking down at you as you lay on his arm. “i made you something” he manoeuvred you so he could stand and look around for where he hid your gifts.
“i also… made you something” you still struggled with the language jake spoke, that’s why you were giving him lessons on how to speak like a na’vi.
you instantly found your gifts, sitting with them while jake scurried around looking for his. he sat down opposite you.
you gave jake your gifts first, too excited to hold back your emotions. you presented him with the gear.
it was woven tight, the leather you had managed to dye light blue to stand out with his ikran. the pattern was intricate with a small carving reading “ma’jake”. jake smiled as he took it in, how much time and effort you had managed to put into your creation, however you still felt the need to clarify.
“for your ikran, bob” you said, showing him the individual weaving patterns and how it would no longer fray because of the correct materials, his fingers ran over the engraved words on the side. he smiled as he looked at you.
“i love it, thank you” he smiled, kissing your forehead.
then you handed him the crystal you had found in a cave when foraging. the outside was white, a harsh contrast with the dark purple inside. the crystal caught the light and shone brightly. it was one of the colours jake had said reminded him of you. it was only a small crystal, yes, but it would fit nicely onto jake’s songcord so he could remember this moment forever.
“this one is for your songcord” you explain, jake moved the crystal in the light, creating a lavender glow on the floor below where the light caught.
“its perfect, i love it” you smiled as he took the gifts.
jake moved you closer to him, sitting in-between his legs as he got his gifts. first, was a bow. it was made from the wood of the home-tree since becoming one of the people. the lower limb was carved to wind and stretch, the wood looking contorted by the knots and intricate carvings. the upper limb was more controlled with a small flick at the end. the string was pulled tight, small beads adorning it. the grip had a light purple-ish leather.
you gaped as your fingers ran over it. your bow had recently snapped and you were using a useless one the young warriors used, but now you had a new one.
“ma’jake” you whispered.
“do you like it?” he asked, concerned by your more shocked reaction.
“it is amazing” you gasped, running your fingers over the smoothed wood. you stood up and took your stance, feet planted firmly on the ground.
you tested out the bow with your stance, the string was perfect and the bow was comfortable to hold. you set the bow down carefully and tackled jake into a hug.
“wait, wait, i also have something for your songcord” he pulled out a small amber charm. you took it gratefully. it was some tree sap that had encased a petal from one of your favourite flora’s in the wildlife, it was gorgeous, trapped in time like this moment would forever be on your songcord.
you hugged jake again, though this time more tightly as he stroked your hair and kissed your temple. he brought your head back so he was looking at you properly and kissed you softly, and when you pulled away, jake sat you in-between his legs again. you both weaved the new additions to your songcord into them, and then jake asked you to sing him your cord. so you did.
jake stared at you the whole way through until you finished, then he pressed another kiss to your lips, keeping them pressed to yours for a couple of minutes before pulling away.
“oel ngati kameie ma’jake” you whispered softly, your fingers cupping his cheek. you felt jake’s tail wrap around your leg, pulling you closer.
“oel ngati kameie” he repeats, letting you straddle him as he held you close. “you are the closest thing to perfection i have ever found, you will always be my love”
one where reader goes out with her friends and doesnt tell dante and comes back super late lol
i smell smut coming from this scenario 🤯
Where Were You?
reqested?: yes
pairing(s): dante russo x afab!reader
genre: smut
warning(s): the tiniest kai cameo (i mean tiniest, but i still love him), mentions of alcohol consumption, finger sucking, unprotected sex (you know what im going to say here, but i'll say it louder for the people in the back: WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT), doggy, backshots, oral (f recieving), slight breeding kink, (light) fingering, rough sex, overstimulation, reader cant orgasm from just penetration, hair pulling
summary: 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦...
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a/n: i am so so so very sorry i disappeared off the face of the earth for like two months, i apologise, i was so busy in my real life that i have had little to no time at all to write. i promise to be more on track for a while because ive had many requests. i also would like to start writing for avatar characters because since fire and ash came out ive been in my avatar phase again (tiktok gave me a massive spoiler and i was very angry, but we roll). but have a very happy new years (even though its like one and a bit months in), i hope this year is the most amazing for you and you get everything you want! i cant thank you all enough for the love and support my small blog has been getting, i love you all so much and take care! remember to eat and drink something, love yas, mwah! -Cilla
it was a good night, to say the least. you had left not long before dante returned home from work. you knew he wouldn’t be happy, but you deserved to have fun, besides, he would have wanted to pay for the night out anyways.
dante was confused when he got home. you didn’t tell him where you had gone, you hadn’t even given him a heads up to let him know you were going out. he had tried to text you, but you only gave a small response, offering him no explanation to where you actually had gone. he was not happy at all.
he was even more unhappy when you stumbled through the door, obviously tipsy (you had managed to sober up a little in the bar before you came home). he downed the rest of his whiskey and slammed it down on the coaster before rounding the corner to greet you, except he didn’t greet you as you did him, no, he stood there silently.
watching, waiting for you to notice him in your alcohol-fueled haze. and when you noticed his silhouette standing in the distance, he still didn’t say anything. you squinted as though you were trying to make out who it was that was stood only a few steps in front of you.
“dan?” you whisper-yelled, dante forced himself to keep his composure, which was a lot harder around you. his mask began to crumble as he held back a smile, he forced it down and kept his frown. (bars) “is that you?” you say loudly this time.
“who else would it be?” his gruff voice rang out, you let your coat fall to the floor in a clump, you frown.
“dannie i missed you baby” your words were slightly slurred, you weren’t drunk, definitely not because you were still coherent. but your words were still enough for dante to raise a brow, you were never this affectionate with him. well not to his face.
you hadn’t drank that much, you knew how to hold your liquor, so you only had around five drinks. you still knew what was going on around you and was definitely not as drunk as your friends by the time you had been picked up by an uber.
dante walked fowards, looking down at you, gliding one of his hands down your upper arms to your elbows. his eyes pierced into yours in the dark, your lips were parted in such a way it had him feeling hot, he couldn’t help it. you looked all dolled up tonight and it wasn’t for him, given, he was less angry about the fact it was for your friends, but he was pissed off about the fact that you hadn’t given him a heads up to where you were going.
he cupped your elbow, his head dipping down just enough to brush his lips against your glossed ones before he decided against his actions. you chased his lips, trying to get the kiss you craved as he knelt down in front of you to pick up your coat. he stood to his full height and put your coat along with the other ‘over-priced’ ones.
then, he took your elbow again and lead you upstairs. he told you to get comfy in bed so he could bring you a drink, just because he was slightly pissed didn’t mean he wasn’t going to return back to his gentlemanly duties.
when he came back, you were washing your face, ridding yourself of the grime and dirt of the day passed. he sets the glass of water down on your bedside table and sat on the edge, waiting for you to return from the bathroom, and soon you did. you climbed into bed, dante watched as you did so, not making any move to join you just yet.
you sat with your back against the headboard, you both watched each other intensely. dante’s eyes roamed over you, you were no longer dolled up. your hair was brushed and neat, but your make up was gone and you were now wearing nothing but panties and an oversized shirt, one that you had stolen from dante when he went boxing with kai.
he saw the curve of you breast under the shirt, nipples just peaking through the thin fabric before it curved back down to your stomach, crumpling there slightly. the shirt covered your thighs when standing, but now you were laying down, the shirt barely covered your lower stomach.
he could see your panties, the covers barely brushing the parts of your upper thighs. he swallowed thickly and looked away, you only picked up the glass and started drinking from it, gulping down the water inside. dante watched as you did, his eyes flitting from the way your throat moved to the way your eyelashes touched your cheeks from the relief of the liquid.
you didn’t know he was nearing you until you felt a dip in the mattress on the side of the bed dante slept. a hand gently pried the glass from your grip and placed it on the nightstand next to you.
when you opened your eyes again, dante’s face was extremely close to yours, looking down at you with an intense lust in his eyes. you didn’t know when, but sometime when you were busy downing your water, you had managed to spill some down your chin, leading to it dribbling all the way down the column of your throat and into your shirt where it dried up.
dante traced his index finger up your throat, his finger dragging up the stream of water that had been left behind until getting to your lips. during his finger’s journey, your eyes had never left his, and his had never left yours. his thumb prodded at your lip before you allowed his index and middle fingers to slip into your mouth.
you instantly wrapped your tongue around them, relishing in the coppery taste. you closed your eyes as the taste overwhelmed all of your senses, allowing you to get lost in the sensation of his fingers pressing against your tongue, making you gag slightly. dante broke the silence when he tutted.
“keep your eyes open for me, mia cara” he pulled his fingers from your mouth. it wasn’t long before his lips crashed down against yours, making you moan into his mouth.
you arched your back into him as his tongue traced your bottom lip, silently asking for an entrance, and you would be damned if you didn’t allow him. his tongue tangled with your frantically, fighting for dominance. dante won, as he did most nights.
soon, he climbed on top of you, slipping his knee in-between your thighs and applying a bit of pressure to your clothed clit. the rough fabric rubbing into you created the best tension. you relished in the way his knee rubbed against you, not soft but not hard either.
you were instantly soaked, a wet patch forming in the middle of your shorts, beginning to seep through onto his trousers, painting them a deeper shade than they already were.
“such a dirty girl” he says, beginning to kiss down your neck, his tongue licking the skin softly before he nipped at your earlobe. “and a naughty one too, not telling me where she was going tonight” his nipping became harder, nipping the skin until he got all the way down to your collarbone and worked his way back up to your lips, but he didn’t kiss you.
he hovers above you, watching your face as he removes his knee, replacing it with his fingers, starting with his index finger, pumping it a few times before adding his index as well. the way he stretched you out on his fingers was delicious, but the way his thumb joined and pressed against your clit was even better, making you jolt with pleasure.
he started off slow, pumping his fingers and swiping his thumb over your clit softly, but he soon worked his way up to a brutal pace, curling his fingers with such intensity that he had you arching your back off the mattress in seconds. the sounds you were making were close to heaven in his eyes, making his cock harden and strain against his - more relaxed - trousers.
it was no secret this far into your relationship that you had to rely on simulation from your clit to get you closer to your edge, so dante would always focus on the nerve as if it was the thing that relied on all of his happiness. his thumb continuously swiped against your clit, occasionally circling it and occasionally pressing into it to make you jolt.
you could already feel the pleasure building in your lower stomach, becoming more and more uncomfortable, making you squirm, but dante didn’t care. he didn’t even slow his fingers, just kept doing what he was doing. your nails dug into his bicep for a bit of leverage, trying to keep yourself grounded as you tipped over the edge.
your back arched into him as you came, clamping around his fingers as he kept them moving steadily, the friction from his thumb brushing over your clit made your hips jump towards him, your nails were digging into his bicep tighter now, wanting to keep you grounded.
and when you finally came to your senses, dante’s hand had been finally been removed from your pussy and he was sucking them clean, watching your face as you came down from your complete ecstasy. he was already moving down the bed when you let out a puff of air, your chest rising in fast and hurried motions as he gently peeled your knickers down your legs and threw them off to the side somewhere.
he shifted you so you were more centred on the bed and spread your legs. the cool air nipped your pussy as you tried to close your legs from the sensation.
“you’re fucking dripping, mia cara” his eyes went from between your pussy to your face, watching as your eyes closed softly before opening them again, you were clearly getting more worked up by his words, your body betraying you as your hips wiggled upwards, wanting more friction.
he smirked and wasted no time in dipping down, his lips instantly finding your clit and sucking harshly, nipping as well; you immediately knew it was going to be a long night of pleasure and nothing but. your hips stuttered as he had to hold them down on the bed, needing you to stay still as he devoured your pussy like he hadn’t eaten in days.
his tongue flattened over your clit after a particularly hard nip, instantly soothing the burn it gave you. your thighs were shaking as he lifted them over his shoulders to get even deeper. your heel dug into his back as your toes curled, your back arched when your hips couldn’t move. dante’s mouth moving so fast you couldn’t comprehend what he was doing and when.
your next orgasm began in a blur, you weren’t even sure when the pleasure built up into something deep in your lower abdomen. you were close and dante knew, but he wouldn’t stop not yet, not until you had learned your lesson. the sounds that continued coming from dante were obscene and matched with his languid strokes of his tongue, almost like he was the one getting all of the pleasure (though he practically was as you caught his hips rutting against the mattress) to pull you closer and closer to the edge again.
the pleasure was so much and so little at the same time, it was so good it almost burned. you were squirming so much beneath dante, he had to hold you against his face, your juices coating his chin and mouth area, as well as his nose. he whimpered and moaned against you, the vibrations just drawing you closer and closer to the edge.
your pussy clenched around nothing as you came, hard, on his mouth. he slurped up all of the juices that gushed out of you, wanting to taste every part of you as if he hadn’t had you in decades. he rode out by continuing to lap up everything around your now tingling clit. your toes were curled and your eyes were screwed closed.
by the time your eyes were opened again, dante was wiping his mouth and looking down at you with nothing but lust and want in his eyes. you couldn’t do much but lay there and stare up at him.
he said noting as he flipped you over and forced you up onto your hands and knees. dante was on his knees behind you, he began kissing up your back until he got to the base of your neck, then he started nipping and sucking, earning whines and small noises from you.
“you’re going to learn what happens when you leave without telling anyone, mia cara” he moved off of your back, releasing some weight so it was somewhat easier for you to stay upwards. you huffed as the weight was released.
your puff of breath instantly turned into a noise of shock and pleasure as dante forced his cock into you. he groaned when you managed to take him all, as you always did.
“oh just like that, good girl” dante panted, already wanting to start moving, but he couldn’t bring himself to move before he had allowed you to adjust from the pleasurable stretch he gave you.
“oh fuck” you moaned out your pussy already clenching involuntarily around his cock, he groaned and gripped your hips tighter, enough to bruise by morning if he wasn’t careful.
your pussy soon adjusted to his thickness, you let dante know by pressing your hips further into him. his left hand instantly flew to your hair, pulling your head back so you were staring directly in front of you at the wall. you let out a small pained sound at the action, before trying to fuck yourself further onto his cock.
dante held you there as he started to plunge into you relentlessly, hitting that spot inside of you that made you feel oh-so good, but never managed to make you come, but neither of you minded. you both had your ways of making you come.
you felt good, but you didn’t feel good enough, you needed his fingers on your clit to make you come; but you knew better than anyone that dante was teasing you. he was going to make you cry with pleasure before he allowed you to get so much as close to the brink of your ecstasy.
you could practically feel the presence of dante’s smirk, he held your hair back with such ferocity that, in some places, your scalp was beginning to burn, but you were too lost in the feeling of his body moving roughly against yours to care.
his thrusts were malicious and meaningful, brushing your cervix with each stroke. the moans and sounds he was letting out were downright sinful as he continued to tear into you with an unmoving pace, not allowing you to keep up with your pleasure for long.
once dante had his fun (making sure he would get to the brink at the same time as you by fucking you relentlessly), he dragged his fingers down your spine, pressing at the right parts to make you arch your back towards the mattress.
your legs were starting to give up holding your body weight as dante’s fingers found your puffy clit again and circled it relentlessly, his pace never faltering as he pounded into you, making the headboard hit against the wall with a dull repeated thud. your mouth was in the perfect shape of an ‘o’, moaning helplessly as dante continued to make you feel good with barely any time in-between to comprehend what was going on.
“yeah?” dante mocked, staring down at you with a condescending gaze, watching as your body jolted with every ounce of pleasure he gave you. he would make sure you took it all.
your hips stuttered as the force of your overstimulation bore heavy on your body. your limbs were aching from keeping you upright for so long. the only thing that was holding you up was dante’s tight grip on your hair, only tightening with his oncoming orgasm.
his hips jutted as he got closer, his pounding dying down and instead being replaced by a deep and intimate rut, jerking the two of you forwards with each of his motions. his fingers kept their pace on your clit, rolling the nub, matching his strokes with the thrust of his hips.
you felt the coil snap in your lower stomach at the same time as his cum spurting out of his cock, dante stared down at where the two of you met, watching as you clenched around his cock, groaning at the sight. somewhere in-between bliss and the real world, you had collapsed onto your stomach, moaning into the pillow as you came before him. dante flipped you over and spread your legs again, taking in the sight of his milky white cum dripping through your folds, he gathered his cum on his fingers and pushed them into your weeping pussy.
“gotta make sure it keeps” he muttered, furrowing his brow as he concentrated on pushing his cum back into your pussy. you writhed beneath him at the overstimulation as he continued, murmuring things that were incoherent to you as you were still so far away, barely even enough time to come down after your high.
dante held your hips down, making sure you couldn’t move much as he continued to push his hot, sticky cum back inside of you. you couldn’t make out what he was saying as your face was flushed red, barely even awake. dante caught on eventually, realising what he had put you through that night.
only then did he stop, scooping you up into his arms and taking you to the bathroom. your face was pressed against his bicep - practically drooling - as he ran a bath, putting all the bath salts and soaks he knew you put in your baths from watching you over the years.
he sat back with you against him as you both waited for the bath to fill. he tucked your hair behind your ear and stared down into your eyes with an intense gaze as you stared up at him with a half-lidded one.
Heyy, can you do Seo Yi-su x f!reader story? I'm not sure if you can do this because she's young in the real serial but if you could?? Then pleasee
Hi love, I'm going to be so honest with you here I started the series but never finished it so I don't think I could write this for you
Again I am so sorry but I don't know the character that well
I will be taking sweet home off my master lists and things because I don't have any plans to watch it as I have been really busy atm
I will hopefully be posting soon, aswell as that I will be sorting my master lists because I've realised how many of the fics aren't linked to them anymore, so I do apologise if you've found that, I've honestly just noticed
this year i'm going to stop using pictures in my fics, i may go through all of them and get rid of the pictures simply because i don't like the way they look because they make the fic look even more bulky than some of them even are.
i know most of you wont care lol, but just in case you wonder where the pictures have gone, here you go
requested?: no
pairing(s): kim mingyu x afab!reader
genre: fluff
warning(s): mentions of pregnancy, a lot of fluff, mentions of alcohol (very vague, but its the holidays), kinda oc (mentions christmas is readers fav holiday), no pronouns used (implied reader's sex is female, but there are still no pronouns used)
summary: 𝘯/𝘢
word count: 722
a/n: ho ho ho! its that season again (by far my favourite). merry christmas everyone! look after yourselves over the holiday, i hope yiu have an amazing christmas and new years. this is a little fluffy fic i came up with for the holiday season, i hope you like it! but have a very merry christmas wherever you are, i hope all of your christmas wishes come true and stay safe! remember to eat and drink something, thank you for all the support and love on this blog, i love you all so much, merry christmas, mwah! -Cilla (p.s. i thought i would bring back the foundations of this blog and write about the one and only, kim mingyu)
You can also find a Christmas Lewis Pullman bot on Character.ai HERE
you had known for a couple of days at most.
the late period, the morning nausea, endless fatigue. you knew as well as the next person that you were pregnant, but you didn’t know how to tell him.
kim mingyu, aka mingyu, aka your boyfriend. he was good to you, amazing even, but he was famous and you were not. just an ordinary person with no fame (though you had started to get more famous after the two of you became public) but you weren’t sure how the public would react when news about your pregnancy got out, you didn’t even know how mingyu would react, but you knew you had to tell him. so, you devised a plan.
christmas was your favourite time of year, and you decided that was the best way to tell him, since you had only just found out. but then christmas rolled around, you were terrified.
you had the box wrapped and prepped, but you were too scared to actually do it, and you didn’t know why. you knew mingyu would want kids eventually, you had talked about it not that long ago, but you were terrified. what if he really wasn’t ready? what if he didn’t want you to keep it? what if he fell out of love with you when you got more round and moody?
“baby? you okay?” he spoke up, you had been staring into space for the past few minutes, barely touching the food on the plate in front of you. both of your families sat on the table around you, buzzing with chatter and festive excitement. mingyu’s fingers brushed against your knee under the table. “you feel sick again?”
“no, i’m okay. promise” you offered him a smile, though he wasn’t fully convinced.
mingyu had known you long enough to know when you weren’t feeling yourself, this was one of those days, but he didn’t want to press you any further and left you to eat your food, still keeping one eye on you.
the dinner and the rest of the day went well, both of your families leaving at various points in the day, but now you were left alone, just the two of you. you were both sat, watching one of your christmas favourites when mingyu’s hand drifted from your hip to your stomach, rubbing soft soothing circles. you tensed under him. he paused the movie and moved you to sit up to face him.
“what’s going on? you’ve been acting weird for a week now” he states simply, staring at you. you searched his face for something, anything. “are you gonna tell me? if you’re falling out of love with me, just say it” your face fell.
“no-that’s not-“ you took a deep breath, “i have one last present for you”
“will it explain why you’re acting weird?” you nod in response before going upstairs to grab the box.
mingyu opened the lid slowly. it was wrapped in striped wrapping paper, but inside was what struck him the most. pink and blue confetti surrounding a baby onesie. ‘i’ heart ‘daddy’ was featured on the front of it, and wrapped carefully inside the onesie was the pregnancy test that confirmed it all. two lines, one confirmation.
“you’re…?” he had tears in his eyes. you had seen mingyu cry before, but this time? it had you practically sobbing, “oh my baby” he pulled you close to him, stroking your hair while his other hand went down to your stomach and flattened against it “my baby’s baby” he spoke gently.
you let out a bark of laughter at his words. he held you there for a while, pressing kisses to your temple and cheeks as he stroked your hair and back.
“i’m sorry i was acting weird- i was just so scared” you whispered, finally meeting his eyes.
“scared of what?”
“i thought you would leave for some reason”
“oh my baby, i would never leave you. you’re everything to me, i love you so much and i would be a stupid and careless man to leave such a talented and amazing person like you”
“i love you so much, gyu”
“i love you, baby” he brought your lips to his and closed his eyes. the kiss was salty, a cross between yours and his tears. “best christmas surprise ever”
Hello!
Would you mind doing an aguni x teen reader, where he finds the reader having a panic attack and he comforts them? Particularly set in like. the beach episodes- if that makes sense.. Idk, I binge watched all of aib in 3-4 weeks and aguni seemed like such a father figure to meALUHLIGHUALUHUSIA he healed a bit of me✌🏽🥹
Completely okay if youre not comfortable with this, have a good day!!!!!
My Saviour
requested?: yes
pairing(s): morizono aguni x gn!teen!platonic!reader
genre: fluff, bit of angst
warning(s): reader has a panic attack (please talk to someone if you are struggling with these), aguni and reader have a PLATONIC relationship, mentions of blood and injury, set during the witch finding game
summary: 𝘯/𝘢
word count: 665
a/n: im trying to get through my drabbles first, happy christmas eve everyone (its christmas eve for me, i dont know if it will be for you, but i hope you have/have had an amazing christmas eve) i am so excited for christmas you don't even understand. aguni gives me major dad vibes its actually crazy, but i love the platonic stuff written about him, its so cute and it makes me feel so happy, but please do talk to someone if you are struggling with panic attacks, i hope the best for the people who do and i hope you are getting better. remember to eat and drink something, love yas, mwah! -Cilla
it was hard to breathe, there was too much going on.
gunshots echoed through the halls of the beach, niragi and his men shooting aimlessly at innocent people in hopes of finding the witch. tears welled up in your eyes as you stuck your head in-between your knees, trying to drown out the noise.
tears flowed down your cheeks, dripping down to your chin. you were a mess, trying to stop the sobs wracking through your body, but it wasn’t working. nothing was working.
what if you were next? what if niragi or one of his people found you and killed you? you weren’t ready to die. and aguni? you thought he was a good guy, he was the first you had ever met and he helped you during your first game in this weird land. he protected you, and now he was helping kill all of those innocent people.
you tried everything you could to distract yourself from the lingering thoughts of death and morbidity, but nothing was working. you couldn’t stop your hands from shaking and you still couldn’t breathe. your sleeves were soaked from wiping your tears which still fell.
you instinctively held your breath when voices drew near the room you were in. someone had said something about splitting up and looking through all of the rooms, there was two of them, but you couldn’t recognise the voices. you shrunk further into the corner you were tucked into, perhaps trying to hide or protect yourself. it was an unconscious movement, something aguni taught you to do when you were in trouble and had nothing to defend yourself with.
and that’s when you ran out of luck. the doorknob of the room twisted and turned, the force of the person behind the movement rattling the door. you had locked the door when you had ran in there, but a lock against a gun? it wouldn’t withstand anything.
a shot rang out, making you flinch where you were curled into yourself, the door opened, just slightly, but light poured into the room. a head poked into the room, looking around before they opened the door fully.
aguni.
you weren’t hidden that well, only tucked into the corner trying not to move as you didn’t want to be seen. it was too late, he wasn’t stupid. he had already seen you, bunched up and trying your hardest to focus on breathing.
he closed the door behind him, tossing his gun down onto the bed. he hastily moved towards you.
“i’ve been looking everywhere for you” he whispers.
“please don’t kill me” you sobbed out.
“sh, sh” he wiped your tears with his thumb, “i’m not going to kill you. i’ve been looking for you to know you’re safe” you let out a small helpless noise at his words, you didn’t know whether to believe him or not, given the past events, “i know you don’t trust me right now, but please, you need to try”
you couldn’t speak anymore, it was too hard to breathe. you were starting to feel dizzy, gripping onto aguni’s arm as he held your elbows just so you could stay somewhat grounded. his voice started to sound far away, you didn’t know if it was the fatigue getting to you, or if it was how short and frantic your breathing was, but you were feeling more and more faint by the second.
“breathe, sweetheart, you need to breathe” gunshots sounded again outside, drowning out his voice. “i’m going to get you out of here and somewhere safe, okay? then after the game is finished, i’ll come find you and we can get out of here” he rubbed your back in a soothing manner, you nodded, albeit the anxiety still running through you. “atta girl, come on, you’ll be okay”
he wrapped his arm around your shoulder as he helped you stand, and that was all you needed for comfort, you knew that you would be safe in his arms.
hii could request a blood hounds fluff/smut gun-woo x reader
After Training
requested?: yes
pairing(s): kim geon-woo x afab!reader
genre: fluff/smut
warning(s): not many, soft sex, riding, unprotected sex (wrap it)
summary: 𝘯/𝘢
word count: 620
a/n: i still have a lot o requests to get through, i will be writing a festive special though. i have had a lot of thoughts about what i should do for it, and i came to a conclusion. you will see when its out on christmas day. i am hoping to get all requests done for new years, along with a new year special which i am also hoping to get written and done by new years. i never actually finished bloodhounds, so this is fun, plus i haven't watched it in ages, so i'm sorry if my knowledge is sloppy, but there isn't much related to the actual show in this drabble. remember to eat and drink something, love yas, mwah! -Cilla
geon-woo trained a lot, you knew that, so he was gone a lot. not to mention he was busy fighting off loan sharks quite a lot. you didn’t see him a lot, but when you saw each other, he made that time special, something neither of you would forget.
geon-woo had just come back from training. his hair was dripping from a hasty shower, and there was still the scent of his sweat lingering around him. it was him, so uniquely him.
it had only been a couple of hours since you last saw him, of course it had, but the sight of him still damp and smelling of sweat had you rubbing your thighs together from where you sat on the sofa. you were instantly soaked, sticky and horny. geon-woo watched you from the front door.
you stood from the sofa, he slowly walked towards you. he knew you well enough to know you were horny already. he cupped the back of your head and leaned down to kiss you. as soon as his lips were on yours, you moaned into his mouth, pushing him back onto the sofa.
you dragged his joggers down his hips, along with his underwear with help from him, lifting his hips up in order to make the ordeal easier. you straddled him instantly, grinding against him, he was instantly hard, pre-cum already leaking from his tip.
you were only wearing panties, so all you had to do was slide them to the side. you were already soaked, so it didn’t take much for geon-woo to be able to slide into you.
you moaned as soon as the tip of his cock nudged your cervix. his eyes were trained on you, watching as you adjusted to his size again, and when you did, you began to move. you rocked your hips against his in circles before gradually moving to bouncing.
geon-woo kept his eyes fixed on your face, watching as it contorted and twisted in pleasure. he reached his hand down and toyed with your clit softly, adding to the stimulation, making you throw your head back, but it was brought back down when he tangled his fingers in your hair and pulled your head back down.
the two of you were now face-to-face, geon-woo leaned up and captured your lips in a soft but passionate kiss.
“you’re taking me so well, baby, just a little bit more” he spoke as he pulled away, you chased his lips with yours, but this time he only pressed his head to yours and stared into your eyes, wanting to watch every part of you fall apart when his cock finally made you come.
his fingers worked faster and faster, making you feel like you were in the clouds, but not quite bringing you to the edge, not yet. you wanted to wait for him so the two of you could come together.
the smell of him was now completely overwhelming every sense in your body, your muscles started to work faster, wanting to make him feel good so you could see his pretty face when he finally tipped over the edge of release.
and that’s just what you did. your pussy squeezed down around him as you finally toppled off the edge, making him come with you from the intense pleasure you were giving him. he watched you the entire time, as you watched him.
you both fell apart completely, your sounds mixing together as you felt complete ecstasy and nothing else. you pressed your forehead to his as he removed his fingers from your clit, instead gripping your hips and bouncing you, riding you both out of your highs together.
I’m begging on my hands and knees for more Owen smut! There is literally nothing for him and I’m so devastated. He’s so fucking hot I’m sorry, I know he’s a shit character but you can still think he’s fucking hot; would you consider writing for him but with an of age reader who is obvs not a minor !
Maybe reader is really bratty and teases him but they can’t stand eachother and one day he snaps and ends up fucking the absolute daylights out of her (which she fully enjoys) pls bonus points for dirty talk and choking kink xx
Learn To Love
requested?: yes
pairing(s): owen taylor x afab!reader
genre: smut
warning(s): (slight) mentions of church/religion (not specified if reader and her family are religious, so each to your own), for purposes of this fic owen is not taken (I DO NOT CONDONE CHEATING, DO NOT DO IT), reader chews gum (show horror), angry sex, oral (f receiving), orgasm denial, overstimulation, degredation, teasing, fingering, squirting, unprotected sex (wrap it, its getting cold again), spanking, choking, dirty talk, hair pulling
summary: 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳...
word count: 3.5k
a/n:i feel you boo, i really do. ugh, i love all of the characters lewis plays. skincare (nothing else needed). THE TEENAGE DREAM SCENE?!?! #NEEDTHAT. nobody couldve prepared me for that SCRUMPTIOUS scene. anyways, there isnt much fics out there for this man (and i see why) but here you go anon, hope you all enjoy bc i poured my heart and soul into this (thats why its so late, i send all my apologies)! remember to eat and drink something, love yas, mwah! -Cilla
owen taylor. he made you so very infuriated that every time you looked at him, your heart started beating ten times faster than the average person. you hated him, despised of him. owen taylor and his cocky attitude and his arrogant façade. it enraged you, and you hated him for making you feel how you felt. you hated him, until you didn’t.
unfortunately enough for you, your families were very close, and you couldn’t drive, which meant owen had to drive you home from church every time you and your family attended, much to your dismay.
however, that is not to say you didn’t annoy owen as well, because you did. your favourite way to tick him off was chewing gum. yes, it was seen as sinful, but it was a habit you couldn’t break out of, so you did it anyways.
there was various times where you would sit in the passenger seat of owen’s car and pat your thighs rhythmically to the tune of the song playing on the old radio station he listened too after all this time, chewing gum with no care in the world. until owen ruined your fun by sticking his hand out in front of your face, gesturing for you to spit the sinful object into his hand, you always did, perhaps annoyed (fearful) that he may kick you out of his pick-up and force you to walk all the way back home, in the cold, in the dark.
he never made the threat, but you weren’t willing to test your luck, it got dark quick this time of year, not to mention the cold.
he would always drop you off home safely, vexed, but safely. you would mutter a begrudged ‘thanks’ and get out of his car, walking frantically to the front door in a hope to not have to see his antagonizing face until the next day, when the cycle would repeat again. and it did. day after day, week after week.
today was no different. same routine, different season. it the dead middle of summer, the heat prickling against your skin, coating it in a sheen layer of sweat, making you glisten in the mid-afternoon sun. the passenger window was open, your hair rustling with the passing breeze as owen drove you home. he hadn’t spoken to you all day, nor had he looked at you as you made your way to his car, you thought he was just in one of his moods again.
you were chewing gum, as you usually did. it wasn’t like you were being loud or anything, but when owen stuck his hand out in front of your face, you knew he was for sure in one of his moods. usually he would at least glance over at you when he was driving as he did it, more focused on the road, but this time he didn’t, just stuck his hand out and expected you to spit.
you stared at him for a couple of seconds, waiting for him to say something or glance over at you to see what was taking you so long, but he didn’t. then you made up your mind: two can play at this game, owen taylor. you focused your attention back out of the window, letting your hair swirl around in your face as you watched the trees go by in a blur of browns and greens.
you heard him scoff as he retracted his hand and placed it back on the steering wheel. you looked over again with a hint of a smirk on your face, seeing his knuckles turn white before you turned your attention back outside.
you were pretty proud of yourself, until owen made a turn you didn’t remember being in your normal route home, because it wasn’t. you looked over at him, his face still stern as ever and unmoving as he wound his way through the wooded road. you didn’t recognise this place at all, until owen stopped outside of a secluded, somewhat of a farm house.
“this is your home?” you guessed, glancing around. there was a small patch of green which you could only assume was his home-grown vegetables. he got out of his side of the car, you did the same. he still wasn’t answering you and was instead making his way to the house, you followed him, spitting protests that you wanted to go home.
you followed owen all the way to his kitchen before he spun around, most likely sick of your whining. he instantly grabbed your chin and stared at you, deep into your eyes, watching and observing you. you searched his face for anything, he gave you nothing.
“spit” this time he told you, you were almost inclined not to listen again, to test his limits and see how far he would go before he snapped. you narrowed your eyes at him, challenging him, he glared down at you, accepting your challenge.
you didn’t spit the gum out, not yet he was resisting your attempts to rile him up, you had to give him credit there. he resisted good, but only for a couple more minutes before he was squishing your cheeks forcefully, and gave you a look, a look you knew that meant he wasn’t going to take any more of your bullshit. you decided to slowly spit the gum out, it landed in the palm of his hand.
he instantly took his hand away and put the gum into the bin before washing his hands.
“you’re being sinful whenever you do that, y’know” he remarked, not bothering to look at you as he dried his hands off.
“why are we here? i want to go home” you said pointedly, ignoring his declaration and instead focusing on getting home.
“yeah well, i told your parents you were back late, helping me at the church”
“when would they ever believe that?”
“since i sent a message through your phone as well” you paused at that, looking him up and down before narrowing your eyes.
“you have my phone!” you exclaimed bitterly as you soon realised you didn’t have your phone, he reached into his back pocket and handed it to you.
“you should really take better care of your things, could get stolen one day”
“you sound like my dad” you sneered.
“maybe you should listen to him then” and with that, you were back to glaring at one another.
you were the first to break, scoffing and plopping yourself down on his sofa with your chin in resting on your hands.
“so what do you want me to do?” you asked grumpily, glancing around at his decorations. bleak, like his personality.
“i want you to sit there and be a good girl while i do my work” you raised a brow at his words
“excuse me?”
“you heard me” he said, his face getting closer to yours, his arms either sides of you, trapping you against the back of the sofa “be a good girl while i do my work” his voice was deeper now, more husky. you looked up at him through your lashes, he was already staring down at you, his eyes looking slightly more brown now as opposed to his blue before.
“what’s your work?” you asked meekly.
“punishing you for your sinful actions” your eyes widened at his confession, watching as he stood back up to his full height. “bend over the arm of the sofa” he ordered. he had an indifferent tone, but you knew now that you shouldn’t test him, so you did as he said.
as soon as you laid your stomach over the arm of the chair, your dress rode up, exposing your ass. you watched as owen moved to stand behind you, before he moved out of your periphery, so you couldn’t see him anymore.
“a thong? such a slut” you rubbed your thighs together as owen tutted, a wet patch already forming in the centre of your panties.
owen slipped a finger inside of your panties, you immediately bucked your hips towards his hand from the slight friction he offered. but instead of giving you what you wanted, he hooked a finger around your panties and dragged them down, nothing but a string of your slick connecting them to you.
as soon as your panties were far enough down your thighs, owen’s fingers returned back to your slit, dragging his fingers down, teasing your hole and going straight down to your clit, flicking it experimentally. your hips bucked again, but this time down into the sofa, owen chuckled at your subconscious reaction from behind you, earning a small huff from you.
“you aren’t in any position to be huffing at this point, babygirl” he landed a spank on your ass, “what did i tell you before, hm?” he spanked you again when you didn’t answer, earning a small yelp from you, “what did i tell you?” his tone became more harsh and meaningful, spanking you a few more times, making you jolt forwards.
“be a good girl and let you do your work” you whined, repeating his words back to him.
“there she is, the good girl that i know you can be”
he wasted no time in shoving his fingers inside of you, instantly stretching you around him, you choked out a small noise, but took him the best you could, allowing yourself to get lost in the pleasure he was finally giving you. with his other hand, he played with your clit, using his middle finger to swirl around it and circle it, giving it an occasional pinch.
you were loud when your orgasm started to build. you hadn’t been touched in so long, you had almost forgotten the feeling, but you knew for sure that you were beginning to get close. owen must have decided you were being too loud for his liking, because just as you were about to reach pure ecstasy, he removed both of his hands. you cried out in protest, owen just pulled your hair back roughly, enough that your back was now pressed to his chest.
he nudged his knee in-between your thighs and spoke directly into your ear.
“i thought i told you to shut the fuck up and let me work” he spoke intimidatingly, his voice hoarse and low, a silent threat hanging in the air. you knew if you weren’t quiet then you wouldn’t get what you wanted. owen spanked your pussy, your clit stung with the aftermath, “hm? answer me you little slut”
“you did” you yelped, your head falling back onto his shoulder as he started rubbing harsh tight circles on your clit. your juices dripped down your thighs, coating them in your slick mixed with sweat, you were starting to get hotter and more needy, shifting your hips so you were getting more friction from his fingers.
the next spank was unexpected and made your hips jump back into owen’s, feeling his length through his trousers as he was growing increasingly more hard by the second, watching you take the little pleasure he had given you.
soon, you were turned around, your dress unzipped with practised ease that you didn’t know if owen had ripped the fabric open or if he had actually taken the time to unzip it. the dress pooled around your ankles, and your breasts immediately spilled out, courtesy of you deciding not to wear a bra this morning.
“fuckin’ knew it, saw those nipples pressing against that flimsy fuckin’ fabric the whole service” he dipped his head in the crevice of your neck and sucked harshly, not enough to leave a mark, but enough to leave a warning: ‘don’t do that again’. his hand that was reasting just under your ass spanked it again.
“m’ sorry, it won’t happen again” you whimpered softly.
“look at you, losing all your fight, am i fucking you too good, babygirl?” he cooed, you looked up at him again, already too stunned and he had only just started touching you.
owen pushed you down onto the sofa, lifting your left leg over the arm of his sofa. he kneeled down before you and brought your other leg over his shoulder, your heel pressed into his spine. he looked up at you as he dipped his mouth down and licked a stripe up your pussy. you felt hot again, jerking your hips up to chase the feeling of pleasure.
owen didn’t like this because he slapped your clit again before smoothing his tongue back over it, attempting to soothe the sting, you moaned out as he did so, but he wasn’t giving you much time to get used to the feeling of him slowly eating you out as he soon started suckling and flicking your clit with his tongue.
he made you see stars with the way he was moving his mouth. he removed his lips from your clit and moved down, shoving his tongue inside of your hole and curling it at just the right way. he pressed down on your hips so you wouldn’t move again, which also allowed him to get more leverage, slurping up your juices like he was deprived of drink for so long.
he was obsessed with the way you tasted, along with the musky scent of your arousal. his nose bumped against your clit repeatedly, his tongue curling every time. the mixed stimulation making your vision go hazy, the knot beginning to form in your stomach. owen didn’t move yet, making you think he would finally let you come.
but just as you were teetering on the edge of release, he pulled away. you groaned crossly, looking down at him with frustration in your eyes. he smiled up at you, wiping his mouth from your juices, watching you as you shifted to get more comfortable.
“fuck you” you spat.
“you’ll have to wait a bit before you can do that, sugar” he retorted, grabbing your thong that was discarded long ago, he bunched them up and brought them up to your face. “open” he tapped your bottom lip with his pinkie.
you did as he said, hoping it would get you rewarded in some way. he stuffed the panties in your mouth, making you taste the tanginess of your slick. you rolled your eyes back as you gagged on the panties.
“now you’ll shut up while i do my work and make you feel good, okay?” he slapped your pussy roughly when you didn’t reply. the panties did well to muffle your yelp, but afterwards, you cried out. a tear flowed down your cheek, you were desperate, anything would do, any touch, even words would do at this point, so you nodded, without a noise.
as soon as he was sure that you wouldn’t make a noise, his mouth was back on your wetness. somehow, you were even more soaked than you were before, juices dripping from your hole as he lapped at your clit, already sensitive from the two destroyed orgasm you had been so close to getting.
the lewd sounds of his licks and your muffled moans bounced off the walls around you, echoing in the mid-afternoon softness. you were holding back from jerking your hips up to meet his mouth, wanting to get yourself more pleasure, but owen’s hands also kept you rooted to your place on the sofa.
owen sucked on your clit harshly, another gush of your juices dripped down from your hole and down to the sofa cushion beneath you. owen made a disapproving noise against you, the sound sending vibrations through you straight to your core. the bottom of your spine tingled with pleasure, your back was almost arching off the sofa cushions, and you were shaking with the intensity of the pleasure you were receiving.
tears were now flowing freely, a silent plea to let you come on his mouth, stars clouded your vision as the knot tightened in your abdomen you were trying to rut against owen’s mouth, you were so close, only a little bit more would push you over the edge, and owen wasn’t slowing his sucking down.
that was, until he stopped the sucking altogether. you whimpered at the loss of contact, he removed his hands and his mouth altogether and stood up in front of you. you watched him with tear filled eyes, watching as he rid himself of his shirt and his trousers, leaving himself with only his underwear.
he grabbed you by your hips and spun you around so you were bent over the seat. your knees kept you somewhat upright while owen gripped your hair, keeping your face pressed into the cushions. your panties were still in your mouth as you cried out. owen pressed his knee in-between your thighs, keeping them open. you heard him move behind you before his unclothed cock was pressing into your ass, hard and leaking with pre-cum.
“look at how hard i am for you, this is what you do to me, y’know that?” you could only huff in response, your tears soaking the cushion under you more than the juices from your pussy already had. owen’s hand came up around your throat, bringing you upright, your back pressed against his chest. with his other hand, he took your panties out of your mouth. “need to hear you when i make you come, yeah?”
“yeah” you replied quietly, owen smiled and kissed your cheek softly, tasting the saltiness of your tears.
you cried out as owen lined himself up with your hole, pressing himself inside you. he stretched you out in the best way possible. it burned at first, but soon you were feeling pure ecstasy with the way the tip of owen’s cock pressing against that spot inside of you that owen has discovered made you feel amazing.
he started moving slowly at first, just simply rutting into you, grunting in your ear with each movement. you also made small noises with each of his movements, your pussy squelching around him and forcing him back in whenever he pulled out. but soon, his movements became more erratic and forceful as he drove himself into you with such a force that you jerked forwards with each movement.
his left hand stayed tight around your throat, squeezing whenever your cunt sucked him back into your warmth. you were soaking, juices still dripping down your thighs, making you more slippery and somewhat harder to fuck. owen opened your thighs wider, allowing him to fuck you harder and make it easier for him to do so.
he was making you feel so good, your pussy clamping down around him gratefully. your head rested on his shoulder, his mouth right next to your ear as he groaned and grunted.
“you tasted so good” he said, his voice strained from the pleasure he was trying to suppress, although the grip he held on you said different as he fucked into you with more and more ferocity. he was getting close, but you were even closer. “god, you feel so good wrapped around me, dirty little slut. you’ve always wanted this, haven’t you? someone to shut you up and put you in your place? hm? answer me” he slowly got angrier, his thrusts getting harder and longer.
“yes- oh- always wanted this” you agreed with him, wanting him to give you all the pleasure and let you come already, you were so close.
you were pleading with him to let you come now, pleading with him to make you feel good and you would be good with him for the rest of your life, you just felt so good.
“awe, my dumb little whore needs to come? you need to come so good?”
“yes-need to come- please, god please”
“not god, just owen”
“oh- owen, please let me come- i’ll be good, so good” tears were falling again.
owen knew you were close with the way your body jolted when he touched your clit, a small touch at first. but he was just slowly building you up. he would end up swirling your clit, pressing down on it and circling it to add more stimulation. you were frantically moaning and fucking yourself down onto his cock so he wouldn’t move away, and this time he didn’t.
his cock was halfway inside of you when you came, your cunt spasming around him, sucking him back into you. juices spurted out of you as your vision went black, almost going faint with the force of your orgasm. owen came not long after you, the warmth and tightness of your pussy making the knot inside of his stomach snap. his fingers tightened around your neck, but relaxed as he rode you both out of your highs.
owen was cleaning you up when he spoke to you next, dragging a damp warm cloth up your folds, the rough fabric grazing against your clit slightly, your hips jumped away from him.
“y’gonna stop chewing gum now?” he asked, muttering an apology as he grazed against your clit again.
“not if it makes me feel that good again” you joked back, you had regained some of your confidence, but not all. “you should take me back home now though”
“i told your parents you were spending the night at the church with me”
“you wanna tell them we fucked as well?” you joked, he didn’t find that funny, as he purposefully dragged the cloth against your clit.
and that was only the start of the rest of your evening.
hii i know you have written arisu from aib smut before but can you write more please? :)
Stay Quiet
requested?: yes
pairing(s): ryohei arisu x afab!reader
genre: smut
warning(s): pre-borderlands, arisu is said to be ignoring reader, smut, semi-public sex (reader has sex with arisu while he is on mic with some other people while playing his game), oral (m recieving), unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), sub!arisu, dom!reader, cute aftercare, honestly arisu kinda a red flag in this but we roll, orgasm control/denial, riding, slight overstim
summary: 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘶 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴
word count: 2.5k
a/n: im baaack. i am so so sorry i havent written since kinktober, i have no excuses otherthan the fact i genuinally couldnt find the motivation to write, so i am so sorry. i have nine reqs (including this one) which i am aiming to get done by new years, if you're lucky, you may get a christmas special (i dont know who to do it for, so if anyone has any requests as to who, please drop a request). thank you for being so patient, and enjoy. side not, i am sorry if this is disjointed and overall terrible, i had no ideas for this so i do apologise. remember to eat and drink something, love yas, mwah! -Cilla
it was aggravating how much time he spent on that stupid game.
bashing on his stupid controller while giving orders to the rest of his teammates. you were sick of it.
and it’s not as if you hadn’t tried hard to get him to pay attention to you. you had tried practically everything you could think of. nothing was working.
you were at arisu’s again, lying on his bed while scrolling through your phone, but you were starting to get bored. you threw your phone down on the bed next to you and let out a long sigh, glancing over to arisu. his eyes hadn’t moved away from the screen. of course. he hadn’t even looked in your general direction since you got here, muttering a quick ‘hi’ and getting back to his game.
you were starting to get needy. and not in the way that you could just cuddle up to him while he gamed and fall asleep, but the needy that made you wet between the legs. you could already feel your panties sticking to your arousal, soaking a hole in the centre. you had a nice set on, pretty pink lacey bra with a bow on the bridge, matching with the same panties along with another bow on the waistline at the front.
you stood up from the bed, arisu not even flitting his eyes over to your movements. you stood next to him with your hands on your waist as you waited for him to notice you. he never did, so you did the next best thing you could think of. you took off your socks first, kicking them somewhere else in the room. next came your shirt, revealing your pretty tits in the bra you knew arisu loved (when he wasn’t playing games with his friends).
you shivered as the cool air hit you, goosebumps raised on your arms, but you persevered. you were slower with dragging your bottoms down your legs, you stood back up as you kicked your bottoms god knows where, revealing the wet stain on your panties. arisu glanced at you. your heart picked up, hoping you would finally get what you wanted.
“you look nice” he murmured before going back to his game, barely showing any emotion whatsoever, before slamming the controller down on the desk, he had lost another game because he lost focus for a second. you didn’t flinch, you were used to it, but you rolled your eyes and placed your hands on your hips, thinking of what you could do next.
arisu sat back in his chair, sat on his phone and waiting for another match, during which he conversed with his team. he would talk to them but not to you, how strange. you got on your hands and knees, crawling under his desk when he was distracted with his phone. he looked over it and raised a brow, you just smiled somewhat innocently and sat back on your heels, he didn’t say anything, much like the other times you had done anything and went back to playing on his phone, still waiting for a match to appear so he could get back to gaming.
it wasn’t long before he rolled his chair back under his desk, making sure not to kick you or squish you in the process, he was ignorant but he wasn’t careless. you smiled softly to yourself as you heard him begin to bash his controller again, talking to the others in his team with the occasional curse. you waited a few minutes for him to become comfortable before you made a move. you tugged at his sweatpants. it was days like these which you liked the most, him wearing sweatpants made it a lot easier for you to pull them off when you needed him the most.
arisu muted himself as soon as he felt the first tug, looking down at you with a raised brow. you looked up at him through your lashes and smiled again.
“what are you doing now?” he questioned, looking back at his gaming set-up in order to concentrate, his main focus for now was winning for himself and his team. you didn’t answer, but instead tugged at his sweatpants again. he didn’t really question it further, you had done this before, but this was the first time you would punish him. of course, he didn’t know this yet.
he lifted his hips in order to help you get his sweatpants off, keeping his focus on the game, not that he would be focused for long. you smirked to yourself as his cock sprung out, already half-hard. arisu never wore underpants when he was gaming at home alone with his sweatpants on, you were always able to see the outline of his cock.
it wasn’t really thick, but wasn’t thin either. it was thick enough to pleasure you, and the length made up for it. it was fairly veiny as well, going from the base of the underside all the way up to the tip which was already red and angry, leaking with pre-cum. you licked your lips in anticipation, already wanting to take him in your mouth. you looked up at him again, he kept glancing down at you occasionally, his hands were already shaking. oh, he was in for a treat.
you wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, letting your tongue run across the slit, tasting the tangy flavour of his pre-cum. you heard a whine from above you, a hand coming to rest on your head. you pulled your head back, seeing arisu’s head tilted back on the head of his chair. he looked down at you when the cool air hit his cock, making it twitch.
“you make noise, i stop, you touch me, i stop, you lose, you don’t come for a week” you watch his throat bob, he nods and returns his hand back to his controller, “unmute” you say simply, “if they find out, you don’t get to come for a week” arisu nods in response and does as you say, unmuting and clearing his throat as he makes a quick excuse to his teammates.
you wrap your lips around his tip again, sucking and licking softly as you stroked his length, squeezing as you stroked upwards. you kept your eyes on him, watching him through your lashes as you continued to play with him, he bit his lip as he tried to hold back a sound, he managed. however, it would get harder for him as you soon took all of him in your throat, you gagged slightly as your throat constricted, you felt arisu’s leg twitch under your hand as you used his thighs for leverage.
it wasn’t arisu’s fault when he started bucking his hips up into you, he just felt so good. but he didn’t stop playing, because he knew you took threats very seriously. you watched as his fingers flexed and veins bobbed, his jaw clenched as another wave of pleasure washed through him, so much pleasure that he shook from the intensity.
his hips jerked upwards again, pushing his cock further into your mouth and making you gag more. you glared up at him, he looked back down at you with a sorry look in his eyes. but, he hadn’t disobeyed you yet, so you kept working. you pulled back, dragging your tongue up the base of his cock as you did so, and when you eventually got to the tip, you gave it a harsh suck.
then, arisu let out some kind of strangled moan mixed with a whimper. he sounded pained but pleasured at the same time. he instantly blamed it on stubbing his toe. you instantly pulled back and signalled him to mute himself again. he gave you a pleading look but muted himself again, muttering a quick apology to his teammates. you look up at him, taking your mouth away from his cock, only a line of saliva connecting the two of you.
“please baby” he whined “i was so close” you stared at him blankly, you didn’t feel bad for him one bit. you didn’t say a word to him as you waited for a couple of seconds for his orgasm to fully dissipate before you latched your lips back onto his tip.
from there, you focused on his tip, lapping at his tip and jerking what you didn’t have in your mouth with one hand, and with the other you massaged his balls. he knew when he had to unmute himself again, he was a quick learner after all. you watched as his face twisted and contorted due to pleasure, but he kept his fingers working on the controller. he focused on not making any sound, not wanting to ruin his orgasm again.
you licked at his tip, tasting more of his salty pre-cum that had gathered there. you saw in your peripheral that arisu had bitten his lip, a poor attempt to stop him from making any noise. soon enough, you took him fully in your mouth again, bobbing your head as soon as your nose hit his lower stomach. you left your hand to massage his balls, adding to the stimulation you were creating.
however, his pleasure didn’t last long yet again. he didn’t even get close to his high this time when he placed a hand on the back of your head, holding you down on his cock, making you gag. you removed your hand from his balls and slapped his hand away, beginning to pull back. you licked a stripe up his cock again, leaving a peck at his tip when you did so, just to prove a point.
he removed his hand as instantly as he placed it, wanting your warm mouth back on him again. you smiled softly, nodding towards the screen again. in his distraction, he hadn’t been paying attention to his game. he had died.
you tapped his thigh and he moved backwards on his chair, putting his head in his hands. you didn’t know if he was angry about the fact he had lost his game or that you would refuse to let him come. you felt somewhat sympathetic towards him, so you stood up and hugged him, his head against your bare tits. you rubbed his hair softly before crouching down in front of him, looking down at his cock, which he was also staring at.
you swiped your thumb over the tip, earning a lewd moan from him. he tilted his head backwards. you removed his hand before he could get used to the feeling of the pleasure you had ruined a couple of times now.
you moved to sit on his chair with him, your knees either side of his thighs, he looks up at you with those pleading eyes that almost always made you give into him, you almost did.
you took his cock in your hand and slipped it through your folds, allowing it to gather your wetness before you lined him up with your hole. he was already twitching by the time his tip pushed inside of you. you sat down fully on him, taking him all inside of you, gripping onto his shoulders like a lifeline.
neither of you could contain the sounds you both let out the second he was filling you up so well. it didn’t take long for you to start moving, rocking your hips slowly against his in attempt to get some friction and pleasure. his tip kissed your cervix as you started to bounce, making your clit knock against his lower stomach.
you clenched around him purposefully, drawing out the most gorgeous sound from him. you caressed his head, running your hands through his hair and tugging slightly when you got to the ends. arisu looked up at you with those wide blown-out eyes, tempting you lean down and kiss him so sweetly, but you didn’t.
you continued to watch as his face twisted in pleasure, he repeated ‘thank you’s over and over, not wanting the pleasure to end. you could feel his cock twitching and jerking inside of you, signalling to you he was close, but you weren’t yet and you weren’t going to stop until you got your fill as well, quite literally.
arisu gripped your hips with such a force you knew you were going to bruise in a couple of hours’ time, but you weren’t really sure he cared since his eyes were rolled back, his hips starting to buck up into you in an effort to chase his pleasure.
“slow down, baby boy, i’ll let you come, don’t worry” you didn’t get anything but a strangled whimper in return as arisu’s body convulsed below you, his cock spurting white hot cum into you. he was still bucking up into you in attempt to chase every last drop of pleasure, but you continued to bounce.
your hand slithered down your body, finding your pulsing clit pleading for attention, you circled it softly, making you throw your head back, arisu whined below you from the overstimulation, but you didn’t let up, not until you came along with him.
this time, you unintentionally clenched around him, your tight circles on your clit beginning you force you to your peak quicker and quicker with each round of your fingers. arisu stared up at you through his lashes, admiring your beauty even when you were coated in sweat and chasing your own orgasm, you were stunning.
your hips stuttered as you felt your stomach tighten, the squelching throughout the room growing quieter with each bounce as you lost the will and energy to continue, reducing your movements to small ruts of your hips in attempt to get some more friction for yourself. arisu wasn’t being much help as his legs were shaking, barely managing to keep himself together due to the intense overstimulation he was facing. you knew his body well, and you knew that if you denied him even so much as once, that he would be overstimulated for the rest of the day.
but soon enough, you reached your peak, throwing your head back so hard that arisu wondered how you didn’t get whiplash, you arched your back into him as you clenched almost as hard as a vice around him, making him let out a pathetic sob. he was crying now, everything just all too much for his poor sensitive cock. you rode yourself down from your high, your movements halting to a stop as you both panted, your foreheads now pressed against each other.
“i thought you said i wasn’t allowed to come for a week if i lost” he spoke weakly, scrunching his face as you pulled his cock out of you.
“yeah, well, i was feeling nice” you stood up as you spoke, helping arisu stand with his shaky legs.
you looked over to his gaming set up. his screen was now dimmed after being left idle for too long, and by the looks of it, his teammates had left the call a while ago, no doubt hearing you and arisu.
requested?: no
pairing(s): tf141 x afab!reader, smidge of simon riley x john mactavish
genre: smut
warning(s): hair pulling, oral (all recieving), unprotected sex (i say this repeatedly, wrap it), masturbation, pet names (dove, love, bonnie, baby), degredation, praise (brilliant combination), handjob, squirting, brief pussy slapping, brief nipple play, price is the only sweet one
word count: 3k
a/n: you can really tell price is my favourite lol. yet again, sorry i didnt post yesterday, but happy halloween everyone! i hope you were safe wherever you were, if you went rick or treating (i know some people still do) or went to a halloween party, stay safe! this has barely anything to do with halloween, im aware, but there are some mentions of it. yes, the name may be inspired by an american fast food chain (even though im english), but i was hungry reading this and watched a mukbang earlier with in-n- out food, so yeah (cries in english). on that note, remember to eat and drink something, love yas, mwah! -Cilla
you didn’t know how you ended up like this, your legs wobbling as they struggled to keep you in the position you were in. gaz’s cock filled your mouth, a mix of his pre-cum and saliva dripping down your chin. price was behind you, filling your pussy.
he thrusted into you at a rapid and relentless pace. each time he thrusted into you, you were thrusted forwards, gaz’s cock hitting the back of your throat as he, too, thrusted into you. tears were streaming down your face as you gagged repeatedly, your tiny throat contracting around the tip of gaz’s cock, making him throw his head back and grip your hair even tighter, the burn made you let out a small sob.
a chorus of groans were heard because of your pathetic little noise, price only drove into you faster, hitting your g-spot over and over, you knew he would feel guilty later. the grip he had on your hips was enough to bruise by morning, it always was when he fucked you raw and deep.
“you have to feel her mouth- fuck- so warm and tight” gaz used his grip on your hair to continue thrusting your mouth onto his length, making you gag again. “oh sweetheart, fuck, she really knows how to make a man feel good” he groans out through gritted teeth.
“i might just have to take you up on that offer” the scot spoke up, his voice muffled. out of your peripheral, you could see simon sitting back on the armchair in your bedroom, eyes trained on you as soap sucked him dry.
there were many sounds bouncing around the room, filling everyone’s ears, none of them were holy, all of them being obscene and sinful. price spoke up next through gritted teeth, much like gaz, he was getting close to his orgasm, his balls tightening as they slapped against your clit with every move he made, adding to the simulation.
“you like this, don’t you, dove? having all of us ruin every hole on your pretty little body” john spoke directly to you, leaning forwards as he rutted into you. he pressed a kiss to the bottom of your neck, where your spine started. “poor dovie, so ruined”
his voice made your skin tingle as he angled his cock inside of you to bruise your cervix over and over. you mewled and repeatedly made noises around gaz’s cock, making his stomach tighten as the vibrations sent shivers up his spine. the squelching your pussy made caught soap’s attention as he perked up, as did his cock, as he started palming himself through his boxers. you briefly saw simon shift in the seat, a telltale sign he was close.
you knew all the boys and their habits when they were about to come. the only one who wasn’t close was johnny, you made a mental note to pay extra attention to his cock to make him come so good when it was his turn.
your stomach tightened as you began to get closer to your high as john continued to fuck into you, now circling your clit as he drew you closer. simon was getting closer as his hips were raising off the sofa, bucking into johnny’s mouth as he gagged and moaned around him. you saw a wet patch forming in his boxers as he palmed himself. gaz was moaning and thrusting into your mouth with need and partial frustration as he tried to reach his orgasm faster.
it was like a chain reaction when you all came. price came first, almost collapsing on top of you, spilling his cum inside of you, painting your walls white. price was still drawing tight and rough circles on your clit when you came, moaning helplessly around his cock, your sensations were so overloaded you didn’t realise that gaz had came in your mouth, he immediately pulled out after all of his seed landed on your tongue, pulling back to push every drop in with his fingers. you were still coming down from your high when the salty taste of his cum took over your mouth. you swallowed, gaz made sure you did.
price pulled out of you, plunging his fingers inside of you in order to keep his white cum from dripping out of him. you mewled out as he did so, turning your head just in time to see simon come all over johnny’s face, most of it landing on his chin and lips. he stared at you as he orgasmed, his lips tilted in a smirk as his eyes were hooded, his hips bucking as he came down from his high. johnny licked his lips and captured every drop on his fingers, turning to stare at you as he sucked his fingers clean. it didn’t take long for johnny to come in his boxers, white cum staining the black fabric. he squeezed his eyes closed as he continued to palm himself, helping him to come down from his high.
panting filled the room as you all sat there, basking in the aftershocks of your orgasm. the guys all looked at each other, a silent agreement to what position they would go to next. you were left slumped on the bed, you hadn’t even noticed price’s fingers leave you, only realising when he had moved to take the spot simon was once occupying. his cock still stood, hard and girthy. his veins stood out in the dim light of the bedroom. it was still painted a very light shade of white, still wet and slick from both of your previous orgasms.
simon tapped you as he sat down on the edge of the bed, you straddled him instantly, facing away from him as johnny’s cock came to line up with your mouth. gaz came to stand next to him, though there was a small gap so john could see you. from the smirk on his face, you could tell you were about to be ruined by johnny and simon.
gaz’s cock wasn’t as big as the others’ but it was girthy and had a lot more veins than the others. if you wanted to be fucked good, you would pick either price or simon because they were longer, but if you wanted to have a good stretch, you would pick gaz. soap’s cock was arguably the girthiest of all of them. pale and less veiny, but still got the job done when it was needed. simon’s cock was similar to price’s, long but not as girthy.
simon sat you down fully on his lap, his cock already pressing against your cervix. soap’s cock twitched at the sight of you taking him so well. you looked in-between the two men to see price’s hand wrapped tightly around his cock as he began to jerk himself, starting off slow.
simon’s hands wrapped around your hips, cupping them perfectly and squeezing at the flesh. his hands fit perfectly in the indents price had already left for him. he squeezed the flesh, spurring you on, you lift your hips, his cock easily sliding out with the mixture of your slick and price’s cum, simon gave no warning as he pushed you back down onto his cock, making you cry out and lurch forward. johnny caught your chin in his right hand, using his middle and index finger to open your mouth.
he wasted no time in shoving his cock into your mouth, instantly groaning at the dampness and warmth of your mouth. he tasted faintly of cum, you knew it was from when he had came in his boxers, making a complete mess of himself. his cock didn’t quite hit the back of your mouth, but you still gagged around him, making johnny’s hand fly to your hair. he used his other hand to help him gather your hair in a ponytail so he could have more leverage before he tightened his fist around the hair. he pulls you back, letting you look up at him for a split second before he shoved your mouth back onto his cock, your nose hitting his happy trail.
gaz was next, gently taking your hand and spitting on it. he wrapped your hand around his cock, allowing you to stroke him a couple of times in order to spread the makeshift lube throughout his length, your saliva mixing with the bead of pre-cum threatening to drip to the floor. you started off slow, stroking him a couple times and squeezing as you went. gaz breathed out and threw his head back. you watched him through your peripheral, tears prickling in your eyes due to how restless soap was getting in your mouth, bucking and hips stuttering in your mouth, making his cock go even deeper.
soon, all three men worked in unison, your pussy squelched around simon’s cock as he pressed against your gummy walls, johnny thrusted into your mouth whenever you went down on simon’s cock, it was calculated. johnny knew that if he did it as soon as simon’s cock nudged its way back into your hole, you would moan around his cock, the vibrations sending a chill through him, helping with his pleasure. gaz kept his hand on your wrist, helping you stroke him up and down, occasionally bringing another hand to squeeze around your hand, showing you just the right times to squeeze.
“c’mon, lovie, be good and give the men their pleasure” simon whispered in your ear, he took your free hand in his and brought it over to gaz’s balls, helping you massage them for a couple of seconds before taking it back. with his left hand, he snaked it around your hips and found your clit effortlessly, giving it a small flick as a test. with his right hand, he brought it up to massage soap’s balls.
soap was definitely the loudest, moaning as he rutted his hips into you, you whimpered around him as his hand tightened around your hair again, pulling on it. simon tutted as he saw the situation. it was borderline painful, but not too bad. gaz chuckled as he saw your pain, rutting into your hand with more force as you squeezed unintentionally. simon retracted his hand from johnny’s balls, stopping the squeezing and the massage he was giving them in order to loosen johnny’s grip on your hair.
johnny whined as he took his hand away, but simon gave him a look that silenced him. you looked to the side and saw price, he was smiling softly. you looked down at his cock. it jumped in excitement as john realised what you were staring at. he tugs it a few times, you roll your eyes back as simon begins to thrust up into you, starting to get frustrated that you were no longer moving. johnny moved your head back so it was facing him straight, allowing you to take his cock properly in your mouth.
you then took control, wanting to show off to price how good you could be for the three men. simon still thrusted up into you, and gaz kept his hand over your wrist to help your movements, but you pulled back from johnny’s cock, simon seemed to have got the memo on what you were about to do as he took his hand from johnny’s balls and wrapped it around the base of his cock, holding it still as you made out with the tip.
you ran your tongue over the slit, the taste of his cum still prominent. you ground down on simon whenever he thrusted up into you, making you moan even more. simon smirked as he knew what your goal was. you were teasing johnny, wanting to make him come first so you weren’t going to get teased all night. you took his tip in your mouth and sucked, looking up and watching how his face scrunched in utmost pleasure. his mouth fell open as your lips and tongue worked in unison, lips sucking and tip flicking.
simon was barely moving his hand as you ground down onto him, making his hand come into contact with your clit every time. sometimes it was a brief and gentle brush, but other times his palm was mashed against your clit. you took johnny back into your mouth properly, now starting to ride simon again as he still rutted up into you. you clamped down around him as you moaned almost pornographically around johnny’s cock, the knot in your stomach began to tighten, becoming almost uncomfortable as you rode him faster. gaz watched your face as it contorted in pleasure, his hand was now resting on your right one, helping it massage his balls. simon stopped thrusting into you and made you stay still as you helped the others reach their orgasms first.
this time, johnny came first, fucking his hips into your face as his hot cum spilled down your throat, you made sure to swallow every drop as you continued to take him in your mouth, riding you out of your high. johnny tasted different to gaz, but still not terrible. johnny pulled away and wiped some of his cum away from the corner of your mouth, pushing his thumb past your lips and pressing it against your tongue, making you taste all of him. he grinned and looked back at price as he showed him how you had swallowed every last drop.
gaz came next, his cum dripping down your forearm as he continued to rut into the warmth of your hand, watching your eyes look up at him greedily. he took your other hand and made it continue to stroke him as he made you clean up his mess. you licked up your forearm, moaning at the tangy taste that mingled with soap’s. gaz stared down at you intently, as did the others as you greedily took every drop in your mouth.
both of the men pulled away and give price a good view of you, but they still kept their eyes on you. simon made you lean forwards, your hands braced on his knees as he pulled your head back via your hair, giving everyone in the room except for simon a good look at your scrunched up face as you took what you were given. simon started up his thrusts again, fucking up into you with a ferocity that made your tits bounce and stomach tighten. he slapped your bud a few times, making it tingle and burn. he reached his other hand forwards and encased your breast in his large hand. he played with your nipple for a few seconds before returning his hands to your hips.
he fucked up into you relentlessly, making sure your head was back so every expression was on display. your earlier ruined orgasm began to return as your pussy squelched from his brutal thrusts. you kept your eyes on price, whining for his aid, to which he never came. he offered you a smile, you closed your eyes again as you took what you were given, your hole was abused and aching, leaking your juices as they dripped down simon’s legs. he pulled you backwards to have your pussy on full display when you came together. his hips stuttered and cock twitched as you convulsed. you tightened around him and squeezed your eyes shut.
you came hard, body stiff and rigid as your juices squirted out of you. it sprayed all over simon’s thighs and dripped down them onto the bed below. your vision went black as you jerked from the overstimulation. sometime when you were in your cloud of pleasure, simon had come. he had removed his cock from your hole and replaced them with his fingers, copying what price had done prior to him and pushed his cum inside of you. the rest of the team were in awe from how hard you had come, watching as your juices dripped down your thighs as well as simon’s.
“go give the old man some help, lovie” price still hadn’t come, jerking himself slowly as he watched you. simon patted your hip to get up. he helped you down from his lap as you crawled the short distance from the bed to the armchair. price cocked a brow as he watched your cheek rest on his thigh. you took his cock into your hand and then your other. both hands were stacked on top of each other as you mustered every ounce of energy you had left and lifted your head.
“hi dove” price smiles as he cups your cheek, helping you up in order to take his cock in-between your lips. the back of your mouth was most likely bruised, so he didn’t make you take his full length. instead, he made you focus on his tip, flicking it with your tongue and sucking it as you had done with johnny.
price lets his head fall back as he groans from the pleasure. simon and price’s cum was dripping out of your hole, making a white line down the insides of your thighs and down to your knees. it didn’t take long for price to come, pressing your head down so his ropes of cum would shoot into your mouth, landing all over your tongue. price didn’t taste the best out of everyone, it was probably the amount of whiskey he drank, but you still loved the taste of him, it was unique.
price stroked your hair as he came down from his high, helping you up to clamber onto his lap, holding you close to his chest as you shivered.
“oh, they were so mean, weren’t they dove?” he presses a kiss to the top of your head, dragging his fingertips along your spine. “johnny, get her a drink, simon, run her a bath, gaz, get her some nice clothes to get into after” all the others jumped into action, pulling on their respective boxers as they go around the house to do the tasks they were given. price whispers praise in your ear as you watched him place a kiss to your forehead.
kink: telephonicophilia
meaning: inherently phone sex
pairing(s): shuntaro chishiya x afab!reader
warning(s): mutual masturbation, squirting, phone sex, sex toys (dldo and vibe)
word count: 739
a/n: sorry for not posting yesterday, i was really busy, but, happy halloween everyone, the halloween special should be out sometime soon, so please bear with me. i hope you stayed safe wherever you were, whether trick or treating or going to a party or just staying home in general. remember to eat and drink something love yas, mwah! -Cilla
your fingers were tired as they worked at your hole.
chishiya muttered praises over the phone. he was slumped against the wall of a dingy public bathroom. he was lucky they weren’t stalls or someone was definitely going to hear the squelching spilling from the speakers of his phone.
your phone was positioned directly in front of your cunt, showing the juices dripping down onto the bed the two of you shared, dripping on his side more than yours. you plunged your ring and middle finger inside of your hole, not needing much lubrication with how much you were dripping. you instantly curled them, making you moan out almost pornographically as you arched your back, showing off your bare tits to the camera.
“oh fuck” you moan, “chishiya- so close” you moaned his name over and over like a mantra. you watched the phone in front of you as you saw chishiya moving the phone to rest against a wall. it was tilted upwards, showing you chishiya stroking his cock languidly.
his head tilted back, you swallowed thickly as you saw the full length of his cock in the frame, veins and all as it twitched with the pleasure he was giving himself. he looked painfully hard as he made sure to squeeze and flick his finger over the tip of his cock as he reached the tip.
your hips bucked as your thumb played with your clit, giving you more stimulation as you drew closer. chishiya moved his head again, watching you with clouded eyes. he knew you were getting close with your whimpers and how much your hips were bucking.
“stop touching yourself” he ordered, stroking his cock again, using his other hand to massage his balls. “i want you to go to the bathroom, set up your phone so i can see your pretty pussy. go to the second drawer down, the one with the toys and get the dildo i make you ride and the small vibrator”
you sprung into action as soon as he finished speaking, almost running to the bathroom. you found the two things he asked for and put them into place. you set the phone up so it was facing you, your lower body took up most of the screen.
“second setting” you did as he said, turning on the vibrator to its second setting, “good girl” you were still soaked as you lowered yourself onto the dildo.
you saw chishiya’s hand begin to move faster, he occasionally spat on his hand and used it as extra lube, staring at your pussy as you bounced on the dildo. the stretch burned, but you soon became accustomed to it as you began to bounce.
your pussy was squelching and clenching all over the silicon toy, juices dripping down it. you brought the vibrator to your clit and held it there. your hips were bucking as you clenched even harder, causing more juices to drip out of you, dripping all the way down the length as it began to pool on the floor.
you threw your head back as you rode the dildo harder, a lot more relentless as the vibrator added to your pleasure. your back arched and you writhed, chishiya’s eyes on you only adding more to the pleasure as you rode into oblivion.
you could feel your orgasm coming quickly, approaching fast as your hips began to stutter. the hard silicon hit that spot inside of you that made you see stars, you began to rub soft circles on your poor abused clit as your movements got slower, but somehow more frantic.
chishiya was muffling his moans as he played with the tip of his cock, watching you bounce on his favourite toy made him painfully hard, and he was also getting close.
you were moaning uncontrollably, whining and gushing all over the toy. the circles on your clit became so tight until they eventually stopped, only becoming a slight movement of your wrist as you practically blacked out. your vision filled with stars as you came, hard and long.
your juices gushed out of you, and you just about saw chishiya’s cock spurt its hot white cum all over his stomach, you moaned pathetically at the sight as you kept the vibrator on your clit, hips barely even rocking against the dildo as you rode yourself out of your high.
kink: spanking
meaning: kinda self explanatory. spanking any part of the body fo sexual arousal
pairing(s): benedict bridgerton x afab!reader
warning(s): unprotected sex (yk what im gonna say here), spanking (obviously, pussy and ass, some thigh), kinda breeding kink, squirting
word count: 752
a/n: tomorrow is halloween! tomorrow if you're lucky, you might get two fics, one kinktober and a halloween special, i'll see what i can do! i dont know who to write for in the halloween special, but i will try to brainstorm tonight. remember to eat and drink something, love yas, mwah! -Cilla
a loud slap echoed throughout your bed chambers.
benedict stared down at your form, ass up and head down in the pillows, face wet with tears as you whimpered for him to stop. he lined the tip of his cock back up with your entrance, watching as his pre-cum mixed with your juices. you let out a sob, stuffing your head back into the pillows below you as he stuffed his cock into your abused hole, nudging against your cervix.
you siffled when benedict slapped your ass again, making you jolt forwards and clench around him, he groaned and muttered a curse.
“count” he says simply, you let out a sound of confusion “count how many times I spank you” he says again as if it were obvious, he spanks your ass in demonstration. he leans down behind you, kissing down your spine before getting to your neck. “one” he whispers, urging you with his hips to copy.
“one” you copied with a shaky voice. he smiled and pressed a kiss to your neck before getting back onto his knees, continuing to pound into your abused hole with his still-hard cock.
every so often, he would smack your ass, almost every time he thrusted into you. it became almost rhythmic. smack “two” smack “three” smack “four”.
your voice became shakier and weaker as he continued to thrust and by the time he got to the tenth thrust, your words were slurred, moaning out every number as his cock brushed the gummy part of your insides that made you jolt forwards.
benedict was going feral behind you as his hips never faltered, fucking into you relentlessly as he forced you to take every inch of him inside of your poor hole.
“you have been such a nasty girl today” he groaned as he pounded into you, the sound of your hole clenching around him bouncing off the walls. you were getting close to your pinnacle when benedict flips you over.
his cock barely left you as he flipped you around, slapping the inside of your thighs again, except even harsher this time in order to keep your legs open.
“keep them open so i can give you all of my babies, my love” you clenched around his tip as his words, making benedict throw his head back and groan. he shoved his cock back inside of you, making your hips buck away from him from the overstimulation. “oh i am so close, you feel amazing”
benedict reached down and circled your clit a few times, making wet sounds as he drew tight circles, you whimpered and whined as the tightness in your abdomen began to increase, but you made a choked sound when benedict drew his hand back, only to land a slap to your clit.
it wasn’t too harsh, but was enough to make you squirm away from him, an attempt to rid yourself from the constant overstimulation reaching your puffy clit repeatedly. your clit tingled in the aftermath, but benedict pulled you back into him.
he left slap after slap on your pussy, your past orgasm coming back, the pressure building in your lower stomach yet again. the liquids dripped out of your hole, dripping down onto the bed and all over his cock, a white ring forming at the base as he fucks his past arousal back into you.
your thighs began to cramp as benedict straightened them against his chest, lifting the bottom part of your body in the process. he placed a wet pillow under your hips, the one that had captured all of your tears. the pillow under your hips gave benedict more leverage to pound into you, hitting the spot inside of you that made you see stars continuously.
he repeatedly slapped your pussy, rhythmically as his slaps on your ass were, every time he thrusted into you, he would slap your pussy, making your clit tingle. you were getting closer and closer to your high.
slap. slap. slap.
over and over, he never stopped, and you knew he wouldn’t, not until you came. and you came fast and extremely hard. your juices gushed out of you, body convulsing as your vision went blurry, stars clouding it. you clenched hard around him, benedicts hips stuttered as his cock twitched inside of you, spilling white hot cum inside of you, painting your walls.
benedict never stopped fucking into you as he pushed his cum inside of you.
“making sure it stays inside of your tight little hole”
kink: somnophilia
meaning: sexual arousal from a person who is asleep or unconscious
pairing(s): yelena belova x afab!reader
warning(s): oral (reader recieving), somnophilia, dom!yelena,
word count: 651
a/n: only 2 more days to go and honestly i think i did really well with posting, even if they were posted very late in the night or so), but thanks for all the support and likes. remember to eat and drink something, love yas, mwah! -Cilla
yelena situated herself in-between your legs.
your slick had already coated your thighs from the dream you were having. you kept your thighs clenched together until she pulled them apart. you only shifted slightly as you let out a puff of breath, not waking up as she pulled your panties off.
your slick stuck you to your panties, only a string keeping the two attached. she spread your legs even further, making you shiver slightly. your eyes fluttered slightly, but still didn’t open.
yelena licked a stripe up your pussy, going from your hole to your clit. as she reached your sensitive nub, she gave an experimental flick, making your hips shift lightly. yelena held your hips in place as she made out with your pussy, leaving big kisses all over it before diving in and allowing her tongue to enter you. her tongue pressed against your gummy walls, digging into the spot where it made you tingle all over.
yelena didn’t care about waking you anymore, instead just eating you out as if you were the best meal she had ever tasted. you made a slight whimpering sound as your hands unconsciously found her hair, digging into it as she lapped your juices up, making a groaning sound that send vibrations through your body.
your eyes started to flicker as yelena kept working on you, focused on bringing you to your high. she watched your sleeping face, so peaceful yet scrunched up whenever you faced intense pleasure. yelena was overjoyed when you had told her that she was allowed to wake you up however she wanted, especially by eating you out. and you could do the same in return.
but yelena had just came back from another one of the missions valentina sent her on, and she was stressed. she couldn’t help herself, you looked so good just sleeping there, especially when you were having a dream that was so obviously about her. you were already so soaked, she barely had to put any effort in.
with how much you were squirming, she knew you wanted more. yelena wrapped her lips around your clit and sucked a few times, making your juices spill out of you, some dripping onto yelena’s chin and some ending up on the sheets below.
yelena chuckled against your clit, making your spine tingle. your eyes finally fluttered open as the pressure in your lower stomach finally began to increase.
“lena?” you whispered softly, raising a hand from her hair to rub your eye. you looked down at yelena’s eyes peering up at you from their spot.
“morning sleepyhead” she mumbled, staring at your pussy as if it was a five star meal. she spat on your cunt, letting it mix with your slick, adding lubrication as she dove back in.
she sucked your clit harshly before thrusting her tongue in and out of you, her nose bumping against your clit, allowing her to inhale your musky scent of your arousal, your whimpers only spurred her on as she moved faster. the pressure was building faster in your abdomen, the remanence of your past ruined orgasm bubbling back.
“lena- so close” you mumbled as yelena didn’t falter, staying at the same pace as she continued her focus on your orgasm.
“come for me baby” she mumbled against you, making you arch your back and buck your hips further into her face, begging her for more.
your high built faster, making your moans louder and more needy. her tongue’s attack on your clit was relentless. your clit began to throb as you got closer to your high. your eyes clouded over as you became more breathless.
you squirmed against her as your orgasm washed over you. you threw your head back and choked out a moan as yelena continued to work you through your high, helping you to come down from it.
May I request a twisted series Bridget Von Ascheberg x fem reader. Angst turned smut. Where the 2 used to date, but Bridget cheated on the reader, and years later they reunite, but the reader is not the same. Plz🙏
Pumpkin Pie
requested?: yes
pairing(s): bridget von aschenberg x afab!reader
genre: fluff, angst, smut
warning(s): Bridget has said to have cheated on the reader, reader is insecure, mentions of mental health, mentions of reader having a bad past, mentions of abusive relationships, reader is a chef, smut, oral (bridget and reader recieving) counter sex, kinda oc icl, reader has a gay uncle, mentions of homophobia (reader's parents), slight religious trauma implied, make-up sex, kitchen floor sex, not proof read, semi-public sex,
summary: 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘰, 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 '𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨' 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘵 '𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘴' 𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘫𝘰𝘣 𝘪𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯...
word count: 6k (dear lord)
a/n: ‼️i am NOT a mental health professional, nothing in this fanfiction is labeled as a specific mental illness, please do not come after me if i have misinterpreted something. if someone you know or you yourself are struggling PLEASE talk to someone you trust‼️ i heavily apologise for how late this is, i hope you can find it in you to forgive me for replying to this so late, thank you for being so patient! I got carried away with this, sorry for all the warnings, I js really don't want ppl to come after me for the warnings:). remember to eat and drink something, love yas, mwah! -Cilla (again, I will reiterate for the people in the back, I AM NOT a mental health professional, reader discretion IS advised as there are some very TRIGGERING topics discussed in this fic, PLEASE talk to someone you TRUST if you yourself or someone you know may be struggling or if you or they are going through something you think may be harmful, please take care of yourselves, thank you, have a good day, evening, night, morning, and enjoy)
you were 19 when you first met bridget, working in your uncle’s café. you had recently moved to new york from montana where you grew up. you had many reasons to move, but you were only working because your uncle needed help, and it was part of the bargain if you wanted to keep living with him. you had only been working there for a couple weeks, not knowing the area very well, nor the regulars.
you had always wanted to be a chef, you were a good cook, so all you needed to do was get a good job somewhere and work your way up to becoming a chef, but you knew you couldn’t do that without getting a culinary degree.
the first time bridget walked through the doors of the small downtown café, your heart leapt. you didn’t know she was a regular until your uncle had told you. not only was she a regular, but she was also a princess. the princess of eldorra came to your uncles little restaurant. how cute.
since it was close to closing time, you and your uncle were the only ones left in the building, and he was one of the main chefs. there was nobody else there, just bridget and her bodyguard, booth. you served her with a sweet smile and kind eyes, while she ordered a coffee with two pumps of caramel and something no one ever ordered: a pumpkin pie.
you nodded and went to the back to let your uncle know what she wanted, he already knew who it was. he told you she was the only one who ever came in there and ordered a pumpkin pie and a coffee with two pumps of caramel. he came out of the back to greet her while you warmed up the pumpkin pie and made the coffee.
and when you came back over to her table with a smile and gave her the pumpkin pie. your eyes met for a brief second, her eyes a soft shade of blue. your stomach flipped, erupting in butterflies as she gave you a smile.
that smile.
the smile that would become the sole purpose you woke up every morning and went into work, to see her at that specific time. the source of the butterflies in your stomach when she so much as looked in your general direction. you looked for it every time you spoke and even cracked a cheesy joke or two just in order to see it (you were obsessed, you knew that, but you were crushing).
it was one you began to look forward to every friday night. half past five in the evening, never earlier, never later.
and when you began to sit down with her to take your break, you got on so well. conversation flowed like a river, you both just clicked. sure, you had relationships back home in montana with local farm boys, but they were boys. immature, annoying, and just completely and utterly boys.
and that was when you figured out you liked girls more. you still found boys attractive, but not in the same way as girls. how they understood what another girl wanted, how they listened, how you just utterly clicked with them.
and that’s when you found yourself sneaking around with the pastor’s daughter. cliché, right? you were young, naïve enough to think it could work. it didn’t last a month before your parents found out, along with her parents. she was sent away.
there was a night full of yelling, tears and- well, you preferred not to remember those parts.
maybe that was why you fell for bridget so hard. she was a female, she listened, she was funny, made you laugh, and so utterly off limits. she was a princess, for fucks sakes! what were you thinking?
but that didn’t stop you. she told you about her parents and you told her about yours. you got closer and understood each other on a deeper level. so when you glanced up every so often from making your second daily coffee that you were going to drink on your break when bridget arrived, your uncle caught on.
he was a good guy, married, no kids. but he treated you like his own, he knew what it was like to have parents who didn’t accept him for who he was.
“you’ve looked up from that coffee so many times i keep thinking you’re about to put cheese in it instead of on your toastie” your uncle said pointedly. “besides, it’s only five twenty five. you have five more minutes before she arrives” you look up again from the coffee, looking through the glass of the front of the café at the many passersby that weren’t her.
“i don’t know what you’re talking about” you say, putting the lid on your coffee and putting your toastie in the toastie maker to keep it warm.
“oh come on, it’s obvious who you’re waiting for” your uncle’s husband, marcus, pipes up from restocking in the back. “you even have her order ready for when she comes in”
“it’s okay if you like her” your uncle states “we aren’t gonna hate you for it, hell, we can’t talk about who to like and who not to like”
“besides, me and your uncle have some business to attend to back at home. inventory and shit” marcus smirked “so you’ll be all alone with your little fairy princess” he teases.
“she has a bodyguard, we won’t be alone” you say pointedly.
“you know what we mean” your uncle smiles.
the bell signalled an arrival. on time, as per usual, but this time, she came alone.
your uncle took off his apron and handed you the keys to the front and back door, reminding you to check the front door twice to make sure it was locked properly since the lock was dodgy, and when he came in to kiss your temple goodbye, he whispered a little ‘good luck’, only for you to hear. marcus patted your shoulder and smiled at you, you smiled back and off they both went.
you both stood there awkwardly for a couple of minutes before she stepped forwards to order.
“hi” she said softly, “i’m assuming you know my order by now” she smiles. fuck, that smile.
“yeah” you say softly, grabbing the plate with the slice of pumpkin pie on it, warmed up to her liking. you also grabbed your coffee and let her sit on her chosen table before you grabbed your toastie and coffee and sat with her.
“you locking up today?” she asks, glancing up from her pie.
“yeah, marcus and my uncle have some inventory to take care of” she nodded softly, glancing back down at her pie and cutting a bit off with her fork. that was another thing you loved about her, she always held eye contact while talking with someone, and that smile when she had the first bite of her pie.
“booth not with you today?” you ask after taking a sip of your coffee.
“he’s in the shop next door”
“never took booth for a flower shop type of guy”
“yeah, he’s married”
“really? good for him” you say, taking a bite of your toastie.
for the rest of the time bridget was in the café, you both had a good laugh and had good conversations, and then it was time for her to go and for you to lock up. you walked with her to the front of the café, but right as she was about to open the door, she spun around.
“do you maybe wanna hang out some time? like outside of here, there’s a nice place downtown- they do good food- if you wanted to go of course-“ she blushed as she began to ramble. she took a deep breath and stared at you. “i like you. more than just like friends, and its fine if you don’t like me too, but i just wanted to let you know before i made things more awkward between us if i just grew distant one day- i was told i do that when i have a crush on someone by booth- and now it’s just an unconscious thing i do- i’m rambling and i really need to let you reject me so i can get on with it” she was speaking so fast you wondered how she didn’t fumble over her words or at least stutter, but she was red. you smiled softly.
her eyes flickered over your face, worried from your lack of response. since simply standing there and staring at her didn’t seem like a good enough response, she cleared her throat.
“oh- uhm, i would love to” you smile softly, “and for what it’s worth, i like you too”
bridget seemed to let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding, and that’s what lead you to making out against the counter. it was almost like you were a teenager again, making out with someone for the first time. you didn’t know where to put your hands, but bridget did, so she wrapped them around her neck as she hoisted you up on top of the counter, barely breaking the kiss.
the kiss was only broken when the bell sounded from the front door. you leapt apart as if you had both been caught doing something a lot more tedious than making out. booth cleared his throat.
“i can come back” he said awkwardly. a lot of things had been awkward this evening. bridget shook her head and handed you a napkin, she then pressed a chaste kiss to your lips before she left with booth, smiling and saying a small goodbye, you returned the goodbye.
you closed the door behind them and opened the napkin. you didn’t know when, but bridget had written down her phone number.
you opened your mouth in a silent scream before you composed yourself and wiped your hands on your thighs and looked up at the surveillance camera.
“you both better not have watched that” you point accusingly at the camera as if it had personally offended you, already knowing what your uncles were going to say when you locked up and got back home. (you remembered to check the door twice after you locked it, and thankfully, it was locked, one less thing to deal with).
when you got back home, you were greeted by two very excited uncles. you managed to bypass them and get up to your room. bleak, but you were trying to decorate as best you could.
that friday, a sleek black range rover pulled up in front of your house. bridget had told you to dress as fancy as possible. in a panic, you went to your uncles who took you shopping for a dress.
the dress you found wasn’t too expensive, it was within your price range, so it was perfect. your uncle offered to buy it for you, but you slipped the card on the machine while he wasn’t looking. the dress was form-fitting in a rich burgundy colour, featuring sparkly, glittery fabric. it had spaghetti straps and a low cut on the chest, showing some cleavage, but not much. it was floor length with a slit on the left leg, starting at mid-thigh, adding a touch of elegance to the already gorgeous look.
to finish off the look, your uncles insisted that they bought you a nice pair of heels, no matter the price. the whole time in the shop, you had kept sneaking looks at a pair of leather valentino garavani platform heels, you already knew the price, so you stayed clear of them, little did you know. you claimed you couldn’t find any you liked, and you all went for coffee. marcus stayed behind, claiming he found some shoes that he liked.
but, on the night of the date, your uncles were waiting for you downstairs. you felt like you were from a movie. since you didn’t buy any shoes, you were wearing plain black stilettos. it was like a movie scene the way you flowed down the stairs. your uncles lit up, smiling brightly at the sight of you.
as it turns out, they had bought the pair of shoes you had your eye on. you thanked them profusely before answering the door to which bridget had rang the doorbell. they told you to have fun, and you told them you would.
the restaurant was amazing. it was dimly lit, mostly by candles, some artificial lights here and there. the main restaurant was almost full, but your waiter took you to a more secluded spot, pretty far away from the rest of the people.
as usual, conversation flowed easily between the two of you while you both waited for the food to come. the menu looked expensive, but bridget assured you that it was the least she could do after you gave her all the pumpkin pies she could ever want. the food came, and you gawked. you knew it was expensive, but to the lords above, it looked ethereal, you almost didn’t want to touch it.
it didn’t look real the way it was set out on the plate, almost like plastic, synthetic and gorgeous. bridget laughed lightly as you stared, your mouth slightly ajar.
“you know its edible, right?” she said softly as she picked up the right fork for the meal, they were set out like a proper meal would be. she started to eat the starter she picked, a nice fancy looking soup. you picked out a salad with grilled vegetables and mozzarella balls, garnished with balsamic vinegar.
you dug in along with her, sighing with appreciation at how good everything tasted. it was a gorgeous taste for such a simplistic meal, and it was a wonder on how they made a salad look so aesthetically pleasing.
you made another conversation as you finished your starter, waiting for your main. it was mostly you geeking out about how good everything looked. then your main meals arrived. the whole time, you spent talking about how good everything tasted and looked. the textures were just right and there was the right amount of seasoning in everything. the meat was just the right amount of juiciness and the sauce was made to perfection, the right amount of ingredients added to everything.
the date went well, but it went by quick, too quick for your liking. that’s what happened when the both of you were having fun. bridget was staring at you the whole time with a look in her eye along with that smile. she took you back home, your uncles still weren’t home from their date that they had that night. you invited bridget inside for a coffee and her favourite, pumpkin pie.
that night ended well, you ate bridget out on the sofa until she was crying, then she went home with booth and you texted all night.
the two of you dated for a year in secret, the only people knowing about it was your uncles and booth, but that was until the both of you made a massive slip up. the two of you kissed eachother goodbye one day after a walk in the park as ‘friends’. a paparazzi managed to take a picture.
the picture ended up everywhere, all over social media. people found out about the both of you, and according to elin (eldorra’s communications secretary), the both of you had to break up, but bridget couldn’t tell you the reason why. elin set up dates between bridget and a random guy around her age who she thought would be a good match. bridget couldn’t tell anyone about anything, including you since elin thought it would be too much of a risk and you might tell someone. bridget knew you wouldn’t, but she had to follow orders.
you were heartbroken when the news of your relationship was overshadowed with pictures of bridget and a boy you didn’t even know the name of on a date, both of them looking rather happy gazing into each other’s eyes, bridget with that smile on her face.
the smile she once looked at you with, the sole purpose you woke up every morning and went into work, just to see her a few minutes before closing time. the source of the butterflies that now burned away whenever you saw an old picture of the two of you, her gazing at you with that loving expression and that smile. that smile that once belonged to you.
but now it didn’t belong to you, it belonged to another. your heart ached but for some reason still yearned for her. yearned for that smile. yearned for her attention. and soon, you stopped having a purpose to go into work, not wanting to see her or give her the slice of pumpkin pie, the recipe you were beginning to perfect before she became another’s happiness. the butterflies in your stomach became dormant, no longer fluttering when you saw her face in a crowd. now your stomach just panged and your legs led you almost unconsciously away from the source.
you thought about it for a while. it made you sad and you fell into a state of sadness. you didn’t know what to do anymore so you stayed in bed for a good few days. your uncles didn’t know what to do either, they had never seen you this way.
you were lost. but soon enough, your heart stopped yearning and your head stopped caring. but soon, you went back to work, you needed a distraction. you cut your hours shorter so you didn’t have to see her anymore. your uncle had told you that bridget had asked about you, and the never ending calls to your phone also told you that she wanted to talk to you, but you weren’t ready to face her. not when everything you saw reminded you of the one you once loved.
but years later, you found yourself in the birthplace of bridget, eldorra. they had good opportunities to work and become a chef, and you worked hard for years. you worked in various different restaurants, getting promotions and working extremely hard. you soon became extremely famous in the region, your food being the best around, your special but you still didn’t have the money to make your own restaurant, so you held off, working for others until you could afford to do so.
but, the last restaurant you worked in recommended you to the palace of eldorra. the palace reached out to you and asked if you would like to become their official chef since the previous one had recently quit since he had gotten ill. you knew about bridget being the princess, after all, the two of you had dated, but she wasn’t in the palace at the time, or so you assumed.
it had been a couple of weeks, and you were doing well. you cooked everything to perfection, getting praise from not only the maids, but the king himself and the prince of eldorra, bridget’s brother, nikolai. you liked him and his wife, sabrina, they were the most kind to you.
of course. there were whispers in the corridors, no one had really forgotten about what happened between you and bridget. especially not you.
the paparazzi had observed the ‘new couple’ for a while until all traces went cold, meaning either the relationship had ended or they had stopped going out in public for dates. you assumed it was the latter. if there was something you knew about bridget, it was that she never gave up on relationships as easily as you did.
you no longer made pumpkin pie, until one halloween. you were told that every year at halloween, the palace of eldorra hosted a ball, so you started the preparations. you were told that princess bridget wouldn’t be attending since she was stuck at thayer, you knew she would be in attendance, but it took a weight off your shoulders knowing she wouldn’t be there.
but, you got a request to make something. everyone in the palace knew you were famous for your homemade recipe of pumpkin pie, you knew it would have been requested either way since it was halloween, but there was another reason it was requested.
the maids and the housekeepers were getting the ballroom ready for the ball, you were carrying the last thing in, the centrepiece, the pumpkin pie. it was made to perfection, the base crusted to perfection to get the crunch everyone ached for and the filling had just the right amounts of every ingredient inside. it was held on a glass cake stand with intricate designs up the trunk and on the platter part of it.
you were passing the stand to a maid who would put it in its designated spot when you saw a flash of blonde hair and pale white skin. you almost dropped the stand, but it was already secure in the maid’s hands. you turned around slowly and caught a glimpse of blue eyes boring into yours. her mouth was slightly agape as you took in her features. she hadn’t changed much, it had only been a couple of years. you remembered her features exactly the same.
her plump pink lips and sparkly blue eyes that somehow brightened whenever she saw something she loved. her pale skin, you had teased that she looked like a vampire, saying she was a part of the ‘cullen clan’. her hair that perfectly framed her face. you loved braiding it when she would let you. she offered you a smile, but you turned and left before you could fully get a glimpse of her upturned lips. that smile. you walked back to your quarters, trying to supress the butterflies that were freed from their cage. you were so focused on her that you didn’t see if she was there with anyone, it didn’t matter, you knew she was there with someone. she had to be.
she wasn’t even meant to be there in the first place, still meant to be at thayer working on whatever she was working on there, so why was she here? but then why did you care so much? it wasn’t as if you had a crush on her or anything, you hadn’t seen her in years so why would you. but then, you couldn’t get past a day without thinking about here. why were you so pressed? it wasn’t as if you would personally be attending the ball anyways. you would stay in your quarters all night, your work was done for the day. you had made the food and that was it.
you were woken up by a knock at the door a few hours later. you groggily rubbed your eyes, ridding them of sleep as you slipped out of bed and towards the door. you swung it open and saw a flash of blonde. you were stood face to face with her. bridget’s face softened as she saw you midway through a yawn. why was she here? her mouth started to turn upwards, you forced yourself to look into her eyes, fearing that if you looked at her smile, you would melt and become hers again. you weren’t cracking that easily again, so you set your eyes on hers.
“sorry i woke you” she spoke first. you had to physically stop yourself for crumbling then and there. hearing her voice for the first time in years after it had started to remove itself from your memory. it felt nostalgic, like a song you hadn’t listened to in years had wormed itself back into a playlist and all of the feelings came rushing back to you.
“you didn’t” you closed your eyes at the lie. she had and she knew she had, but you couldn’t admit that. she would feel bad.
a silence washed over the both of you as you stared at each other almost as if the both of you were catching up on lost memories, replaying them in your minds as every feeing and image washed over the both of you. this was the first time that conversation didn’t flow easily between the two of you since you had met.
“the pumpkin pie was good” your insides melted at her compliment, but you kept the same expression on your face.
“thanks” you said blankly. her smile faltered, but you still didn’t look at her lips. you couldn’t. you couldn’t become hers again after all this time. “don’t you have to be getting back now?”
“i’m not here with anyone” she stated as if it were obvious, “nobody will even know i’m gone until I go back”
“i can’t see how anyone could notice you’re gone” you say, she smiled brighter, you were almost flirting with her, “you’re the princess after all, there must be many men out there who would take you on a date” you stated bitterly, her smile dropped.
“right, about that-“ you cut her off.
“about what? the fact you didn’t tell me that you weren’t into girls? about how you cheated on me with another boy i still don’t know the name of? or about how you thought you could talk to me like a normal human being again after i saw the pictures of the both of you. the way you smiled at him and looked at him like you were in love. that fucking hurt, bridget, it hurt a lot” she looked taken aback when you finished, almost as if she didn’t know you had all that pent up anger inside of you.
“i didn’t have a choice, baby”
“don’t call me that. don’t ever call me that again. you knew what you did was wrong, you had the choice to tell me even if nobody else allowed it and you chose not to”
“i tried to contact you, i tried to call you, but you never answered me, what was i supposed to do?” she had the same look in her eye as you did as she began to fight back with the same ferocity as you did.
“you contacted me after the pictures got out, bridge, you had the chance to contact me anytime before you went on the date, but you didn’t try. so i’m sorry for not wanting to contact my cheating ex-girlfriend, but it was your fault”
you felt nothing anymore. the pent up anger had left you, now leaving you empty and tired. bridget didn’t have a response for that, so you opted to do the best thing for the both of you and closed the door. you didn’t sleep for the rest of the night, but you never heard the retreading footsteps leaving your door, so you pretended to sleep to stop yourself from going out there and doing something you would regret.
bridget had tried to talk to you throughout the week that she was there. she had two weeks before she returned to thayer and resumed her studies, but you tried to stay clear of her.
so you started baking and cooking late at night when you were sure everyone in the castle was asleep. you felt alone most of the time, no maids or housekeepers to keep you company in the solitary silence of night, but you sometimes liked it that way. you had less distractions if you didn’t count the certain blonde that seemed to plague your every thought since she showed herself at your chamber on halloween night.
and one night when you felt particularly alone, you found yourself making the only thing that cleared your mind, but filled it with unspoken memories at the same time. pumpkin pie.
“sorry, i didn’t think anyone was here this late at night” you sensed her presence before you heard or saw her. “i just came for some water” she showed the glass she was holding in her dominant hand as she made her way over to the sink not far from where you were stood, rolling out the base for the pie.
she smiled as she saw what you were making, the rolling pin frozen above the base you were smoothing over. she leaned backwards against the sink, taking a sip of her water. you ripped your eyes away from her and forced yourself to get back to rolling, slightly more aggressively than you gave yourself credit for, but it got the job done sooner.
she saw the bowl of the filling sat on the kitchen’s island and gestured to it, you saw her in your peripheral.
“want me to stir it a bit so it doesn’t get too thick?” she asked softly. you closed your eyes before nodding briefly. she drifted out of your peripheral to stir. “do you always come down here in the middle of the night to make pumpkin pie?”
“sometimes. i like the quiet” you say with a curt tone, flattening the base in the tin. bridget came up beside you and passed you the bowl.
your fingers brushed as you did so. your breath hitched as you almost lost grip of the bowl. the butterflies erupted in your stomach, a fair reaction giving how long they had been dormant for. bridget grabbed the bowl and set it down on the counter.
“are you okay?” she asked, reaching out for your hand. she thought you had just gone faint, ignorant naïve girl. you shook your head and looked her in the eye. you could bite the bullet and confess now, you would most likely never see her again, she was leaving next week for thayer and by the time she came back you would probably own your own restaurant. it was now or never.
“bridge, i have loved you for a long time. it broke my heart when you cheated on me with that guy, but even then i still had feelings for you. i know you have most likely had multiple men ask for your hand in marriage and i hadn’t expected anything less than you saying yes to at least one of them. but i need to get this off my chest. its you, bridge, it always has been. i never lost feelings for you. after all this time i’ve never lost anything i felt for you, and if you don’t feel the same, i understand, just say the word and i’ll leave and never come back” your eyes were closed by the end of your ramble, barely even able to face her due to the embarrassment you were about to receive.
but that never came, instead, a warm soft palm cupped your cheek before plump lips enveloped yours in a sweet and calm kiss. you stood there with each other for a good few seconds, exploring each other and allowing eery unspoken feeling to simmer between the two of you, now hitting the both of you full force.
bridget hoisted you up onto a clean counter, like she did those many years ago.
“let me make it up to you” she mumbled against your lips, already untying the laces of your joggers, you nodded against her as she allowed you to lift your hips to remove your panties and joggers.
she wasted no time, dipping her head in-between your thighs and lapping up your juices. you hadn’t had sex in so long, you were so easy to get wet now. not that you had much time to yourself to make yourself come, and you could almost never reach the edge no matter how hard you tried.
bridget thrusted her tongue into your pussy, making your eyes roll back as well as your head. you raked your fingers through bridget’s hair, making it into a very dysfunctional ponytail, but it got the job done. you pulled on her hair as her nose bumped against your clit, already sensitive from being neglected for so many years.
“fuck- so good bridge” you whimpered pathetically as she wrapped her lips around your clit and sucked harshly, making your hips buck into her mouth. you felt her smile against you, giving your clit another suck. she was already managing to draw you closer to your orgasm.
“i learned from the best” she teased, the vibrations of her words sending a shudder through you and tingles through your spine.
she held your hips with an almost bruising grip as she kept your pussy against her face, almost as if she had never tasted anything as good in her life. she knew what she was doing, drawing you closer to your high. your thighs began to close around her head as the pressure built in your abdomen. your orgasm was quickly approaching and bridget was showing no sign of stopping anytime soon.
your orgasm washed over you quickly, drowning you in immense pleasure you had never felt before. bridget never stopped, still lapping you up as she rode you out of your high. and when your vision got rid of the spots clouding it, she stood back to her full height and undressed herself.
you jumped down from the counter and joined her on the kitchen floor, positioning yourselves so your cunts were pressing against each other. bridget started moving first, experimentally rolling her hips. your clits caught, causing the both of you to moan in perfect unison. your hips partially bucked away from hers, the overstimulation from your clit making your body move almost naturally.
but bridget kept you close, gripping onto your hip. you stared at each other as you rolled your hips at the same time. the friction was driving the both of you crazy, and soon enough you were both moving your hips against each other with a new ferocity and restlessness. none of you would stop until you were both satisfied.
somewhere in the middle, bridget’s hips stopped rolling as much, you were now doing most of the work, so you gripped onto her hips and rolled your hips into her, making your back arch and head roll back. you made a show of how you managed to pleasure the both of you, managing to lean forwards and take bridget’s nipple into your mouth.
now it was her turn to arch her back, this time into you as you nipped and sucked at her nipple. bridget must have felt the same way as you did before you had come, as she was beginning to moan more frequently. her body was now reacting to the slightest of movement in the most lewd of ways. she was practically moaning so loud she sounded like a porn star. you were both lucky the kitchen was far enough away from where anyone slept that you both wouldn’t wake anyone.
the taste and sound of bridget alone was enough to make the pleasure build back in your stomach, but the stimulation of your clit rubbing against hers continuously was only making it built faster. you took your mouth away from her nipple, instead replacing it with your fingers, rolling and pinching as you stared up at her wide eyed expression with clouded lust-filled eyes.
bridget exploded first, coming with so much force you thought she may pass out, she didn’t. you kept on moving as she came down from her high. the innocent look she gave you when your clit rubbed against her overstimulated one was enough for you to explode after her, eyes screwed shut as your hips stuttered.
you felt bridget’s tongue lap against your nipple through the fabric of your crop top, you laughed softly as you slowly came down from your high.
you both panted and sat there. you saw the remanence of your previous orgasm smeared all over the counter, but when you looked down at the polished floor, the moonlight showed both of your juices mixed together in a rather large puddle.
bridget’s lips were soon back on yours. you could still taste the musky tang of your pussy as her tongue entered your mouth, you soon pushed her away, panting for breath. your foreheads pressed together in a haze of post-orgasm bliss and new-found love that was there previously but was left unspoken and simmering between the two of you. she smiled. that smile
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