Hi so I mostly write Aaron Taylor-Johnson characters fanfics cause I get bored.
Also only write Female reader x ATJ characters
Who I mostly write for is in pink, for who I can try to write but don’t count on it cause I feel it could be terrible or haven’t watched the movie yet will be in blue
Aaron Taylor-Johnson Characters
Tangerine
Ben Leonard
Tom Ryder
Dave Lizewski
James Frey
Sergei Kravinoff
Pietro Maximoff
Alexei Vronsky
Friedrich Harding
🎀=Fluff, 🥀=Smut, 🌷=sad(watch out for TW)
I’ll be open to try to write them but don’t count on them being great😭
Rules are I will NEVER write about r@pe, incest , grooming, or just anything that’ll lowkey make me uncomfortable. If you request something that isn’t comfortable to me then I’ll simply ask you to come up with something else or don’t request at all.
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made sure to do this asap because it was requested by the very special @izzybean :) just wanted to shout them out because they have legit been my supporter since day 1. they also write, so make sure to check them out!!! i hope you like this hehe
• i think you’d absolutely help him decorate his guitars 100% and he’s always so in awe of you. he just thinks you’re the most talented person in the world :(
• he’d make you listen to all his songs first. “don’t i sound weird here? i sound weird here. maybe i should redo it. or scrap it.” / “mikey, you sound like an angel. keep it.”
• yes, he’s alwaaays second guessing himself. but you make him feel better. i mean, you’re the reason why he’s even doing a solo album. with you by his side, he’s finally got the courage to do it.
• he sees you as his safe spot for sure. so he wants to be yours too! he’s always checking in on you, asking if there’s anything you need.
• that also means him making sure you’re well fed and well hydrated. he always has your favorite snacks on hand!
• he would let you style him for sure. he just thinks you’re so cool and have the best style. (which includes you doing his nails / makeup)
• he’s ALWAYS talking about you. to his friends, family, interviews. he wants the world to know he’s all yours and you’re all his. that also means always posting pictures of you two together or just posting random candid photos of you because… why not? he loves you.
• which… he’s always telling you “i love you.” and every time he runs backstage after a performance he definitely tells you how much he missed you. “mikey, it was only a few hours.” / “too many hours without you. i wish i could just bring you on stage with me.”
• michael would absolutely have a song for you that he wouldn’t release. just something all for you. he sounds like an angel whenever he sings it, strumming his guitar to that soft melody you love so much.
• there’s also a duet of you two that stayed unreleased. he thought it was too precious to share with the whole world.
• also i think he’d be the type to unironically wear those “i <3 my girlfriend” shirts. just sayin.
• when you get into his interests he gets soooo excited. the dude literally exudes golden retriever energy sooo bad.
• but he’s also a great listener! he’ll set crosslegged on the bed with you, listening with wide eyes and keeping up with the conversation by asking questions / reacting.
• you guys would have soooo many inside jokes. not only is this man the love of your life but he’s also your best friend without a doubt.
• poor baby is so scared of losing you he literally has nightmares about it. when he wakes up from it he always pulls you closer. (also yes, he loves to cuddle. but lowk… he doesn’t really mind being little or big spoon. he just wants to be close)
• he never forgets an important date like your birthday or your anniversary. but he also remembers your first kiss with him, your first date, when you guys met… sometimes he even remembers the times too lol.
• he’s like always writing love letters or sweet notes to you :(
• if you guys ever argue (which is rare) he always gives you space… because he’s busy making you a gift basket to present to you while apologizing.
• he has to be touching you. holding hands, arm around your waist, hugs from behind, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck… all of it.
• he’s the type to wake you up with breakfast in bed. your favorite foods, your favorite drink, the whole deal.
• he loves talking about the future with you. babies, animals, the house you two will get. at stores he’d always point out cute outfits or toys for your future children.
• something small but sweet is he’d always help getting you ready. putting your bra on, clasping bracelets or necklaces on you, tying your shoes… he does it all.
• especially when it’s cold he’d button your sweater up or zip your jacket up.
• sometimes when you guys are playing games together he lets you win. lolll
• out of all the members i think he’s definitely the most likely to get a tattoo for you. nothing tacky, but something small near his wrist where you can feel his pulse or perchance on his rib near his heart.
• and when he proposes to you, the engagement ring is exactly what you wanted in your size… meanwhile your actual wedding rings are gimmel rings! (rings that can be interlocked to form one ring). they also have your names on them.
summary: the line you drew on the beginning of the original agreement with dean becomes blurry
c/w: allusion to sex, denial dean, idiots in love
a/n: omg I really wrote this. and i'm not betraying my akotsk sweethearts. definitely. my first fic of off campus. hope you guys like it and send your thoughts in the comments! also pls send requests i'm BEGGING
You and Dean have been in this situation for months. At first, you both came to an agreement that it's supposed to be casual. Just having sex, having fun, and all the things that come with it. It didn't help that you're both freaks tho.
The first few weeks were crazy. Everything was still fresh and you both discovered a lot of things about each other. What you like, what turns him on, what makes you can't hold back your moan, what makes his thrust fumble. Exploring those things has been fun. But you both just didn't stop exploring only on those things.
What's starting with getting to know each other's body slowly turning to getting to know each other. Right now you're the expert of recognizing the face he makes when he's vulnerable, the dimples on his cheeks when he laughs, the way his hair is messy when he wakes up. With you next to him.
You never stayed the night with him. No sleeping in, and absolutely no cuddle. So how do you explain the situation you find yourself in the morning when your head is in his chest and his strong arms wraps around your body? You tried to brush it off the first time it happened.
But then it doesn't happen once does it?
You surprise yourself quite a lot, waking up with him pressed behind you, or his face buries in your neck, or his arms around your hips while he snores against your soft stomach. You like it. It's not addicting like the crazy sex you had with him, but it's... Oddly comforting.
Dean never brings it up. He never asked you to leave, and he carelessly puts his weight on top of you and hearing you giggle about him suffocating you.
"Better get used to it." He says as you can feel his grin against your chest before it fades as he drifts off to sleep.
You promise you just let one thing go, sleeping in after sex. Or snuggling, based on the position you are in with him.
But then the list goes on. Him taking a nap with you after his practice, and him getting you off of your desk after studying for hours with his tickles and kisses, and him memorizing your coffee order, and you two go out to 'spend the night' when his homeboys are busy with their chicks.
Spending the night means you have outdoor sex, yes, but also buying a lot of food trucks that he practically has to drag you away whenever you impulsively lean towards it.
"Dean, I want that taco!" You wiggle in his grasp, his arms restrain you from walking towards the 5th food trucks you visit tonight.
"Nope. Absolutely not." He says casually, not minding people staring.
"But I'm hungry!"
"You always get a crazy midnight crave and complain to me about it in the morning."
You stop in your track and turn so you can face him. "I do not do that."
He raises his brows skeptically, like he doesn't buy a word you said.
"Then explain the pizza box, the mac and cheese bowl, the chicke—"
"Okay stop. I don't eat breakfast and lunch the morning after that, okay. So it's only fair."
He scowls in disagreement. "It's not about fair. You make yourself hungry because you feel guilty. That's not good."
Now it's your turn to raise your brows at him. "And you think you know what's good for me?"
There it is again. That tension between you and Dean. It always simmers whenever you two argue and have disagreement. It's not even about the disagreement itself. It's more about the thing you argue about is outside of your actual deal that is just sex.
Now you argue about your craving and your breakfast and lunch skipping. Yesterday it's about him when he pushes himself too much at practice when he has a lot in his mind. Last week it was about you not updating your location when you go out and he's not with you.
You realize from the very first moments that neither of you drew a firm line about the casual thing. You never bring it up and he never points it out. Resulting in you two never talks about it.
But like what always happens when you argue... Both of you don't finish the argument. It always ends up unclear, which creates new tension and the explosive sex days after.
"It's getting late. We should go home." You sigh, unable to meet his eyes. For a second you think he might say something, to confront you, confront this very thing that's been sitting for a while, but he doesn't. He lets out a heavy sigh.
"Alright, let's get you home."
Yes. He always walks you home after you spend the night out.
It's a party at some friend's house where Dean scans his eyes across the room to find you.
Garett is telling boring stories about boring practice to Hannah and he grins widely when she puts her palms on either side of his cheeks. Dean rolls his eyes at the sight. Fuckin baby.
Logan is in the kitchen listening to Tuck's rant about how to make and serve proper snacks for parties like this. He talks about when he was in high school and his mom would make absolute deliciousness that his friends like. Logan is constantly nodding while stuffing all the food he can see.
And here he is, sipping his drink while trying not to look miserable, standing alone beside the counter because he dismisses all the girls that flirt with him all night.
"Hey. You okay?"
He turns his head to see Garett looking at him. "Yeah. Why am I not okay?"
Garett makes a distrust face at his reply. "Because you've been quiet and brooding all night."
Tucker joins and stands beside Garett. So does Logan. Dean shrugs his shoulders carelessly. "Well this party is lame."
"Is it now? Or she's not here and you've been looking for her all night?" Logan raises his brows.
"Looking for who?"
Logan clicks his tongue. "We all know who."
Tucker leans in, studying his face. "Let me guess. You two had an argument and now you don't talk and you miss her."
Dean immediately disagreed with that. "Agree to disagree. I do not miss her."
They all exchange looks. "Well, let the time do its magic and boom, you two get back together."
Logan quickly refutes. "Wait, no. In order to get back together, they have to be in a relationship." The group falls in silence.
"And they are not in a relationship." Tucker nods at himself like he just finds the important point. And honestly, he does.
"Shit, Dean, you're not dating her?" Garett suddenly realizes and is confused.
"No, he is not." Logan instantly informs.
"What? Of course I'm not dating her. You guys know that. We are just... Casual." Dean explains himself but his voice gets more unconvincing at the end.
"So that date night, that cuddle, all the gooey disgusting stuffs... It's casual?"
He scoffs. "We are not cuddling."
Tucker gives him a look. "She sits on your lap in our game night and you two kiss and laugh together at something stupid that I have to turn up the volume."
He momentarily goes silent at that. If he thinks about it, yeah. His friends see it. More clearly than him. He doesn't even realize it. The 'going out', the cuddling, the giggles. He just, well... Enjoys being with you. He doesn't think much about it. But now that he does...
"Okay. Everyone gives him some space and lets this idiot come to the conclusion."
Each of them pats Dean in his back before they leave him for him to figure this out.
Dean thinks about it for exactly 3 days. His friends just give each other understanding nod when they see him dissociating in the kitchen or unusually quiet during practice.
Then one evening he finally makes up his mind. He texts you and asks if you come over at Malone's and you say yes. Now here he is, sitting in the booth with his friends. He already told them what he's gonna do tonight, and they are nothing but supportive towards him. You obviously are good for him and they like you. Besides, they are tired of seeing Dean sulking and miserable in the corner. Tucker said it's an unsettling sight.
You texted him that you're on the way but it's almost an hour ago. His legs start to bounce and as always, he's oblivious to his boy's eyes.
"For fuck's sake, Dean, just go and get your girl." Garett hisses, he's sure Dean didn't hear a word he says since they came here.
"She said she's on the way here, okay. And she's not my girl. Not yet." He says, rapidly glancing towards the door in case he misses you walking in.
Logan huffs. "Well maybe you should go check on her, maybe something's got in her way."
"Yeah, and make it official tonight, man. We can't wait any longer." Tucker adds.
Garett basically shoves his back to get off of the booth. "Now go. I'm gonna see Wellsy."
Dean clenches his jaw, but he already walks out the door. The night is rather chilly, he wonders if you put your jacket. Or any outer at all. You never wear that and end up stealing his.
"Yours is better." You said in his face one day, practically mocking him with that teasing smile of yours he likes so much. He pretended to be annoyed but secretly liked it that you wear something of his.
He walks down the road when his eyes finally spot you.
"Hey."
"Thought something happened."
"No, my appointment just ran late."
For some second you two just stare at each other.
You're the one to break it. "Should we uh, go to the Malone's?"
"No." He replies immediately and you raise your brows in questions.
"I mean, yes, it's just..."
"Just what?" You urge him to continue his explanation.
"It's just the boys said if I return with you there, you should be officially my girl."
Your face scrunches in further confusion and Dean curses at himself.
"So you ask me to be your girlfriend because your friends demand that?"
He rubs his hands roughly to his face, frustrated and nervous all at once. Annoyed by his vagueness, you fold your arms and tilt your head at him. "Get to the point, Dean."
He exhales heavily, trying to calm his nerves. "I like you." He looks up to meet your eyes, his gaze uncertain, like he braces for your worst reaction. When you give him none, he continues.
"I know we had a deal to keep things casual, just fun and sex, but—fuck, somewhere along the way, I... I fall for you." He grimaces, avoiding the word love.
"I don't know when exactly it happened and how, but I find myself enjoying spending my time with you, laughing at our inside jokes or hunting food trucks with you at midnight—"
You smile at that. He does too, seem to calm him down a little to carry on with his confession.
"So, what I want to say is... I like you. I want you to be my girlfriend. No." He inhales shakily, his voice quieter and more vulnerable.
"Do you want to be my girlfriend?" You can see his hands—not exactly fidgeting, but unsure where to put them. And his eyes, usually crinkle with that charming mischief, now looking unsure and cuter than ever. You want to imprint this moment to your memory, for no cuter sight in the world than watching Dean Di Laurentis confessing his love to you.
You take a step closer. "That depends. Will you accompany me having my 5th street food?"
He huffs and rolls his eyes playfully at that. "Only if I cook you breakfast and lunch the morning afterwards."
You make an adorable face of feigning thinking. He has to restrain himself from grabbing your cheeks and kissing you stupid.
"Deal."
"Deal."
You look up at him. "So, what now?"
He takes a step closer to you.
"Now I'm gonna kiss my girl before announcing to my friends in Malone's that I have fulfilled their demand."
"By returning and bringing your girlfriend?"
"That's exactly what I'm gonna be doing."
You can't help your smile at that, so does he. "Then come closer and kiss me, Dean."
He grins before he leans down and grabs your cheeks carefully.
"Anything for you, pretty girl."
Then he closes your eyes and presses his lips to yours, his hands land on your waist and pressing you close to him like he can't get enough. You tangle your fingers in his blonde strands, smiling when he grunts between kisses.
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The Agreement | Garrett Graham & Dean Di Laurentis
summary: when garrett finally gets you, dean realises what he lost.
request: yes/no
warnings: mature themes, p in v, oral (both f & m receiving!), cocky Dean, threesome, swearing, drinking.
word count: 3.52k
authors note: I loved writing this! Threesomes always have a special place in my heart so I was gnawing at the bit for this. I know you you gave me the choice between Dean or Logan as the second member but I had to go with Dean once I saw that image of the guys with the girl between them and it was edited as Dean, Garrett and Hannah.
You knew that you were playing with fire.
It was the night of Beau and Dean’s annual birthday bash and here you were, looking a little too good next to Garrett Graham.
Which would have been fine if you were just some girl talking to him, but you weren’t just someone random.
You held a record that wasn’t something to be praised about; you were Dean’s longest-standing hook-up, spanning over both your freshman and sophomore year. Night outs always ended with you in his bed, his hands in your hair, and without fail. Your clothes on his floor.
Despite the fact that there was never a title on the two of you, everyone just assumed you were together. It was hard to assume anything else when you ended up on his lap, making out as Dean taunted the guys about beer pong.
It looked like the two of you were going well, but you decided you wanted more, and he wanted things to stay casual.
So you ended it.
There were no arguments, no fights. It was honestly a pretty clean break.
You were able to stay in the same circles, and somehow, you were both good friends.
That was how you got an invite to the party “you look good tonight.” Garrett’s voice was sweet as his hand rested around your waist.
It was comfortable, as you stood in the corner, “just tonight?” You licked your lips as you cocked your head.
You loved teasing the boy as he was always so responsive, “you know you always look good.” His cheeks blushed with his confession. He had always liked you but didn’t act on it because of Dean.
But now that you guys really seemed done, and you were in this tight little police woman costume. Garrett decided that he was done playing nice “still nice to hear it.” You taunted back, making him huff a quiet laugh under his breath.
It made him nod, “I’ll make sure I tell you that more often then.” He didn’t have that sarcastic tone you would have expected if the comment came from Dean. From Garrett it was genuine and something he was sure he was going to make good on.
Even though the party around you both seemed so busy, all you could hear was each other “what happened to that girl you brought?” You asked, remembering that there was another half to his magician costume somewhere.
Garrett shook his head, “she found her interest in some musician dude here.” That was always the plan for Hannah, so Garrett had to admit that he really wasn’t mad about the new position that he was in.
You nodded as his eyes dropped to your lips and then back up to yours, the move so fast that if you blinked, you would have missed it “besides, theres a different girl that I have my eye on.” The way he looked at you was if he was undressing you with his eyes, not to make you naked. But instead it made you simply you.
It should have made you feel vulnerable. But instead, it just made you feel like you were about to step onto the best ride of your life.
There always did seem to be a game of cat and mouse between you both, with neither one ever quite ready to make the first strike “well I think she’d tell you to kiss her.” And that was an offer that Garrett didn’t need to be given twice.
When he kissed you it felt sweet. Like he cared what you felt like. What you tasted like “wanna go upstairs?” He asked, his lips hovering over yours.
You smiled into him “lead the way, handsome.” Your hand squeezed his as you pecked his lips again.
Garrett nodded as he locked his fingers with yours, letting the two of you slip out of the party and head upstairs without a trace.
It took him fifteen minutes to notice you were gone. Dean couldn’t help it when his eyes scanned the room for you. Your police costume was nowhere in sight “don’t tell me you’re looking for her.” Beau mumbled, knowing all too well what was going through his best friends head.
He was the one who watched you both fizzle out with what felt like a front row seat as the Maxwell boy was your friend too “can’t a guy just look around his own party?” Dean grumbled, not letting his eyes leave the crowd.
But still he couldn’t see you “promise me you won’t get pissed off if I tell you where she is?” Beau knew that the blonde wouldn’t settle until he knew where you were.
Because as much as Dean swore he didn’t, he cared about you. Even if he didn’t know how to show it “you know where she is?” Deans jaw tensed as he immediately knew the answer wasn’t going to be something he’d enjoy.
A harsh sigh escaped from Beaus lips “I saw her talking to Garrett.” It caused the blondes fist to clench “unbelievable.” He grumbled as his face scrunched in disgust.
Beau couldn’t help it when he laughed “they’re upstairs?” Dean didn’t need Beau to answer, his silence and the look on his face told him everything that he needed to know.
Dean had no right to get annoyed; you hadn’t been with him in over six months. So why was it that he pictured the thought of Garrett being on top of you. Dean knew you had been with other people, because so had he.
But this felt personal, “don’t go!” Beau groaned as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
The blonde raised his hands in defence, “all I’m gonna do is go piss.” It was a blatant lie, and both boys knew it.
But as Dean chugged the rest of his beer, Beau knew there was nothing he could do, “just don’t break my house, please.” The brunette sighed as the blonde sent him a salute.
Upstairs, you and Garrett were both blissfully unaware of what was coming towards you “just like that.” You whimpered as your fingers gripped his hair.
He sucked on your clit while his eyes never left you. He treated you as if you were his last meal, Arms wrapped around your thighs so tight you didn’t have a chance to even think about leaving him.
He loved how responsive your body was when his nose nudged your clit, the way your cunt clenched around his tongue. Or how your fingers tugged at his curls while you babbled on about how he was making you feel so good.
His lips left your cunt with a pop as his fingers replaced him “you sound so good, pretty girl.” He cooed, pressing a kiss against your inner thigh when his fingers felt how your walls hugged them.
“Oh she knows she can do better than that.”
That voice made you freeze. There stood Dean with his arms crossed as he rested against the door frame. You swore that you were dreaming “shut the door.” You grumbled, picking up the pillow behind you as you lousily threw it at the blonde.
He caught it effortlessly as he licked his lips “please don’t stop on my account.” Dean turned his attention to his teammate, “your little pretty girl here has been known to like an audience.”
Garrett tensed when you clenched around his fingers “what do you want?” He asked you, wanting it to be your choice.
His finger ran over your clit as you moaned “he’ll stop if you don’t answer him doll.” The captain hated that his teammate was so right. He knew you better than Garrett could have, Garrett even had a feeling that Dean knew what was coming next “want you both.” You pleaded, letting the words slip from your mouth before you could stop them.
Dean shut the door finally, ensuring that he actually locked it as this wasn’t going to be something he wanted anyone else walking in on “you want us both right now?” Garrett stammered as he could see how much you were enjoying this.
The blonde laughed “trust me, your special girl is a whore for some attention.” He licked his lips as he crossed his arms “you can tell him the truth doll.” When he looked at you, you swore your insides turned to jelly.
Garrett knew that he probably should have left, let the two of you deal with whatever it was that the two of you hadn’t delt with that so clearly needed to be put to bed. But instead, he opted to stay, “like it a lot Gar.” You nodded as you sent him this comforting glance.
There was a mental coin toss in his mind and for the captain, the sight of you won “okay, lets do it.” Garret nodded, now on the same page as the two of you.
Dean patted his teammate’s shoulder, “trust me her mouth is where you want to be.” Dean swore that for the casual sex relationship that he had, you really deserved one for your mouth. It was honestly heavenly and he hadn’t had better since you.
Garrett looked at you as you nodded “c’mon baby give him the proper show.” Dean clicked his tongue when the boy stood up, finally retracting his fingers from your cunt.
You nodded as you got up and faced the brunette. You had to force a smile onto your face, as you were sure that he definitely didn’t think that he was going to be having a threesome with a teammate when he brought you upstairs. So you couldn’t help it when you kissed his lips.
Dean watched it and honestly, he was a little bit surprised. You were usually so rough and careless with him, so to see you guys, a guy like you, gave a shit kind of hurt more than he wanted to admit “lets get these off of you k?” You tugged at Garrett’s shirt as you sent him a grin.
That was how you ended up between the two boys, and everyone’s clothes were nothing more than a messy pile on the floor
Garrett was sitting in front of you, his legs sprawled out on either side of you as his back was against the headboard, “such a pretty boy.” You cooed as you pressed a string of kisses, down his chest, stopping when you got to his navel to send him a grin. Your nails were softly running up and down the length of his cock.
From behind you a hand gripped at your ass “stop teasing him you brat.” Dean grumbled as you turned back to look at him “since you asked so nicely.” You stuck your tongue out at the boy before you turned back to the brunette in front of you.
The captain couldn’t help it when he nodded. And you didn’t have to be told twice.
You pressed a soft kiss against the head of his cock, swirling your tongue around his length “holy shit.” Garrett immediately felt his eyes shut when his hands went to your hair. forming a messy, makeshift ponytail.
Dean let out a soft laugh from behind you “yeah she’s good at that.” You could feel the mattress dip behind you as you instinctively spread your legs while Garrett’s cock hit the back of your throat.
The blonde wrapped his arms around your thighs as he was now underneath you, blowing warm air onto your glistening cunt “god Gar, she clearly enjoyed ya.” The comment made you moan, gagging on his teammate in the process “what can I say?” I know how to treat a girl.” It was a clear dig at the blonde and all three of you knew it.
The room felt slick with sweat as you squirmed, waiting for Dean’s response, “well let’s hope that you know how to cum quickly because your pretty girl won’t get to finish until you do.” His words felt like a challenge, and you didn’t know whom it was directed more towards, you or Garrett.
This time he didn’t wait for a response, forcing you down onto him as his tongue lapped at your slit. Garrett watched how you responded to the blonde boy’s contact. You moaned around him, sending shivers through his body as he chewed at his lip.
You let his dick slip from your lips with a pop, allowing from a glob of saliva to trail from your mouth to him “wanna hear you handsome.” You cut yourself off with a whimper as Dean slid his tongue into your cunt.
Your eyes fluttered as Garrett nodded, bringing you back to the boy in front of you. Allowing you lips to wrap around his cock once more.
Dean’s nose continued to nudge your clit as you rode his face, his tongue grazing a part of your cunt that made your thighs shake.
Garrett let his fingers softly tug at your hair while your tongue swirled around him like he was a lollipop “you’re so good.” His words hung in the air, smug with pride as they praised you.
The room felt dirty as it soaked in the sounds that you three would more than likely agree never to relive again once this weekend was over. Dean was treating you like a last meal, in case this really was the last time he got his head between your thighs. He’d alternate between fucking you with his tongue and sucking at your clit, a combo that he knew you loved so much. And for the boy in front of you, your cheeks hollowed out, just about to milk him dry.
Garrett’s orgasm hit him hard and fast, making him mutter a string of obscenities as you didn’t let up, continuing to guide him through it. His release coated your throat, the way his cock throbbed in your mouth, triggering your own orgasm.
Much like you, Dean didn’t play nice. Continuing to suck at your clit until your thighs threatened to crush his skull.
The captain let his cock slide out from your lips as he huffed out a breath. You caught your lower lip between your teeth as you swallowed his release, “that was the hottest thing I think I’ve ever seen.” Garrett announced as Dean and set you back on the bed when he stood up.
The blonde smirked when he tipped your head backwards, letting his hand rest on your chin “she’s pretty good at that.” He murmured before he kissed you.
It was needy and strong as his tongue slotted into your mouth as if it were its second home. The boy in front of you didn’t have a chance to feel jealous, not tonight.
Not when your hand reached for his, bringing him closer so that by the time he was next to you, you could pull away from Dean to kiss him.
He was so much sweeter than Dean, letting his hands cup your cheeks as if he was more methodical with how he kissed you.
Jealousy bubbled up in the blonde for the second time that night, watching how you both slotted together made him feel almost out of place. So instead, he did the one thing he knew he could do, and do it well. His hands cupped your tits, his fingers rolling your nipples between them, “shit.” You moaned, letting your head fall backwards.
Both boys looked at each other as they nodded, moving to either side of you “guy?” You looked confused as Garrett squeezed your thigh “relax pretty girl.” He smiled when you lay there staying still.
“Oh shit.”
Your eyes went wide when you realised what they were doing. Each one wrapped their lips around your tits. They watched how you melted into their hands “you both are-” you ran your fingers through their hair when you forced your thighs together, already feeling pleasure forming in your core.
Dean popped your tit out of his mouth “you see how needy she already is again?” He clicked his tongue as he brought his hand down to your cunt.
His fingers rubbed along your slit making you moan out.
Garrett nodded, “what are we gonna do with her?” He asked, making you whimper.
The boys went back to looking between the two of them “want you to fuck me.” Your words were needy, you looked desperate as your eyes were wet, with gloopy mascara smeared under your eyes.
It made Dean laugh “which one of us?” Dean knew you had three holes but he wasn’t exactly going to do this in Beau’s house “I couldn’t.” Garrett shook his head, a little nervous almost.
“Perfect.”
“No.”
You shook your head as you raised your hand to stop Dean “Garrett gets to fuck me tonight.” You announced as you looked at the brunette.
It made his mouth go dry, sure there were no favourites in this. But on the technicality that only one of them could be in your cunt at a time, this was technically you picking a favourite. And it was Garrett, “yeah okay.” He nodded as he ignored the fact that Dean was shooting him lasers.
That’s how you ended up with Garrett behind you and Dean standing on the side of the bed, “fuck her well, Graham.” Deans words were meant to remind Garrett of who had you first, but before he had the chance to let it simmer in, you argued back, “pretty sure your captain knows how to fuck a girl right.”
Your words had this glare that made Garrett smirk, but honestly, he couldn’t wait to fuck you.
So he stopped waiting.
He drove the head of his cock over your clit as he shuddered, watching your cunt swallow his dick. Garrett rocked his hips as your walls stretched to accommodate his size “oh my god.” You moaned as you gripped at the sheet beneath you.
The captain smirked “just me baby.” He let his eyes fall onto Dean as he let his fingers swirl around your clit.
Dean swore he was ready to punch his teammate in that moment, “c’mere.” His words were somehow sweet as he kissed you, “gonna fuck your face now.” He hadn’t even waited for you to respond, as you clenched around Garrett.
You felt so good as your cunt squelched with every thrust of his cock “she’s gonna like it too.” The mere thought of how the boys had you was enough to make you want to cum.
It was as if you were in the middle of some competition as Dean fucked your face and Garrett bottomed you out. It should have made you feel dirty being used, but honestly?
You had never felt so hot in your life “see why I had her for so long?” Dean let out a dry laugh, seeing how responsive Garrett was to your cunt.
His words made the brunette scowl, “wouldn’t have lost her if I were you.” He shot back, letting his eyes narrow.
Dean smirked as he licked his lips “bold of you to ever think I lost her.” The boys turned their attention back to you when you gagged on Dean’s cock. Your skin felt warm as you were overwhelmed by the attention.
You knew you wouldn’t last long. Not only because you were still sensitive from your first orgasm, but because the feeling of Dean in your mouth, combined with the way Garrett felt in your cunt it was bound to send you over the edge.
If the walls around you could talk, they would have stories that would last a lifetime. Moans and the sound of skin slapping mixed into each other as all of you just wanted to get off on, the boys on you and you on the boys.
Skin was slick with sweat as Dean grabbed your tits, making sure that you were both full and fucked. Just how he knew you liked it.
Your whimpers became more inconsistent as your throat constricted on Dean’s cock, sending him over the edge. His hands gripped your hair so hard it hurt your scalp.
Stars scattered over your vision as you came, feeling your orgasm wash over you when your body shook. The way your cunt clamped down on Garrett’s cock practically milked him dry “such a good girl.” Garrett didn’t let his fingers let up on your clit as he fucked you through it.
He bit the inside of his cheek when he slid his cock out of your cunt, watching how your body collapsed onto the bed, “look at you all fucked out.” Garrett cooed as he ran his fingers through your hair.
Dean let out a hearty laugh as he shook his head “oh please, we’re just getting started.” He smirked as he cupped one of your tits.
Your night was just getting started, actually.
And it seemed that so was the race to see which boy really got to keep you as theirs.
But maybe they’d find a good common ground, an agreement if you will.
summary: you accidentally hear strange sounds from dean's room
c/w: smut, hot dean, naked dean, water glistening his skin dean, did I say hot dean, masturbating contest
a/n: i genuinely can't take my mind off of him i hope you guys suffer the same way as i do
You are walking to Garett's place right after your class. You intend to return his girlfriend Hannah's musical notes that you borrowed earlier. You texted her and she said to just come over to this house because it's closer than walking to her place and because well—she's busy making out with her boyfriend on the couch in the living room.
"Seriously? This is how I'm greeted with?"
Your voice breaks their kiss with their eyes wide. Although Garett quickly recovers, he doesn't take his arms off of his girl, glaring at you like you just ruined his perfect moment. You kind of did, but whatever.
"Oh my god, I'm sorry. I was waiting for your update but you didn't call?" Her voice is high from the embarrassment and the sentence ends in questions because she's sure you'd call again but you didn't.
"Yeah, my phone died."
Garett rolls his eyes at your answers. "You just ruined our kiss, you know." Hannah immediately hits his chest, giddy yet signaling him to behave.
"Oh I'm sorry I ruined your hot make out session." You say in mock playfulness. Hannah laughs at that, her voice sweet in your ear. She's such a lovely girl.
"Anyway, these are your musical notes, thank you. And do you guys have a charger? My phone is like, dying dead." You turn to look at them both.
"Oh, I think Garett has it. Right, Garett?" He gives her a look that makes her blush. "Right, baby?"
You make a disgusted face at that. He smiles at her then looks at you. "It's in my room. You know where it is."
Your feet step on the stairs. "Beside Dean's right?" You wonder where the rest of the boys are because the house is oddly quiet.
You don't hear his answer so you turn your head just to look at them back making out again. "Ugh, you guys are unbelievable." You roll your eyes as you climb the stairs and refuse to look back.
"Right back at you." Garett says, his voice muffled by Hannah's giggle. You just shake your head.
Garett's room door is opened while Dean's door hung partially open, making you curious what his room looks like. You wonder if he's home, you didn't ask Garett beforehand. But it doesn't matter, you step into Garett's room to quickly grab his charger and leave. But before you climb down the stairs, you hear a faint sound of moans.
You try to shrug it down, maybe it's Dean or his friend with a random girl. But you don't hear the girl's moan. You take a peek downstairs, Hannah is still on Garett's lap, laughing about something. You turn on your feet and walk towards the source of the sound.
It's from Dean's room.
Following your impulse curiosity, you open the door slightly to take a peek at what's inside. You know you shouldn't be doing this, but stepping inside the famous charming womanizer to follow the sound of his grunts? Well you can't miss this.
You finally steps inside his room. It is surprisingly neat and clean. And it really indicates that he's someone who prioritizes his hygiene and looks. Because the products are everywhere. You will bring it up and use it against him in the future, you grin to yourself. The most wanted man on campus really cares about his looks. Can't wait to see his face.
He faces you backwards, his bathroom door barely closed. And now you can see it clearly with your eyes. He's jerking off. Dean Di Laurentis is jerking off. He fists his cock. He strokes his dick. Whatever. The sight is so salivating and interesting that you have to look at his butt and the way he throws his head back in pleasure for a few seconds before you call him out.
"Don't have your girls to please you, do you, Dean?"
He immediately snaps his neck towards you and his eyes widen in panic. His hand's quick to close the door in a loud bang and you let out your laugh. You can hear him cursing to himself in the bathroom now that the water stops running.
Then he comes out of the bathroom wearing only white towel that just covers the bulge between his legs. Obviously, he hasn't cum. Or else his face wouldn't be flushed red with embarrassment and frustration.
You check him out from head to toe without shame. His blonde strands are wet, the edge of them dripping water from the shower. His skin is sheen, showing he doesn't even dry himself properly. With lack of time and being caught in the middle of masturbating, you assume it is understandable. His muscles are even more tempting, not to mention his broad, ripe chest. And the abs, oh the abs.
"You done checking me out?"
"Hmm... Not yet." You tilt your head menacingly. He huffs, ruffling his hair, probably to act cool and not showing too much of his embarrassment.
"I see no girl in there."
"There is no girl." He replies almost immediately, looking at you now.
"Oh. Didn't think you were the independent type." You make a mock innocent face at him. He looks irritated now. He looks at the phone charger in your hand then looks at his on his table, then the gears turn behind his eyes once he realizes it's probably Garett's.
"You should leave." He says in a neutral tone, his one hand on his hips while the other holds the towel. You wonder if it'll fall out now.
"It's not gonna fall down, so stop eyeing me, pervert."
You make a disapproved expression. "Pervert? I'm not the one fisting my cock in the shower."
"That's because you don't have a cock." He shoots back immediately, although you can very clearly see the line of regret in his face after you say that. You press your lips to hide your laugh.
He exhales heavily. "Just, please leave."
"Aww, poor you. Must be frustrating to not cumming." After you finish your last word, he approaches you abruptly until his forehead almost touches yours. You don't back down.
"Now that you don't wanna leave, you should help me with this."
"With what? Your sexual frustration? Your hard dick?"
He clenches his jaw and you want to grab it down and kiss him rough. What you didn't expect is him going to the door and lock it. Then he turns to look at you.
"Oh wow. I'm forbidden to get out."
"You are." Now that he's not so helpless, that smug grin comes on the surface. You are very annoyed for finding it mad attractive. Because it is.
He walks towards you slowly, like he's taking his time. Now it's his turn to eye you up and down, making sure he doesn't miss a single sight. You grin. "Now who's the pervert?"
He drops his towel on purpose, his cock standing proud and hard while he puts his hand and strokes it slowly. "Me."
Your breath hitched, causing his lips to pull into that jackass smirk. "Thought someone agreed to help me."
You look at him for a moment before taking a step closer towards him. "I did, didn't I." You say quietly as you push his chest, making him fall to the nearest chair in a sudden move. He squints his eyes on you but doesn't complain. On the contrary, his blood rushes to his already hardening dick.
You stand in front of him, sending him a knowing look with a faint smile. He quickly gets that as his hand comes back down to stroke his dick as you unbutton your clothes.
He looks at you intensely from his seat, switching between holding eye contact and following your fingers movement. His face scrunches as he can't hold back his grunt when you're finally bare, sitting on his bed, your legs opened, one hand slowly comes down to your core.
Fuck, you're gorgeous. Your eyes shine with lust and thrill, your lips hold that teasing, naughty smile, and the sound you make—he's done.
You never break eye contact as you finger your slick pussy and play with your clit. Your sigh and moan fills the room, making his chest heavy with sigh as your voice turns him on more than he could imagine he's capable of.
"Are you enjoying the show, Dean?"
He sucked his teeth. "Not a show when I'm also looking at one."
Your finger hits that particular spot and you moan. "So cocky now when you were the one asking for my help in the first place." Your voice is breathy and trembling. His hips jerk uncontrollably at it.
"I'm gonna come." He says through his gritted teeth. His veins pop out of his forehead and drops of sweat falling from it as his face twists in frustration and pleasure.
You pinch your clit. "Mhm, me too."
You both edge yourself without taking your eyes off of each other, even when he rubs his sensitive tip and you circle your swollen clit. Your breath becomes short and heavy as you chase your release.
You cum first, the sight of your pussy clenching around your fingers and milk your wrist sets him off that he follows you quickly after.
You both pant, you're still unconsciously grinding your fingers, chasing for more friction. He grins through the coming down haze.
"You just came and you already want more?" He says in that mocking tone of his, his voice is still raw and husky after his intense release.
You can't help but blush at getting caught. Shit, how did you not realize you're still riding your fingers. But your release is so intense that most of the nights alone in your bed that you let your guard down and you can't help it. He's right. You want more.
He grins in triumph at catching your vulnerable desire, and you want to come up with smartass remarks when you hear knocking on the door, followed by Garett's familiar voice after.
"Hey, you've found the charger, right?"
You and Dean exchange looks right away.
Oh, fuck.
yeay dean smut done! i can't wait to write for more! send your thoughts in the comments guys xoxo 💋💋💗💗
Can you please do a will Trantor x female reader? This is from fuze movie. ATJ is so hot in it. Reader is from USA and is on vacation in Istanbul. She meets will and they fall madly in love. Lots of sexual tension, they end up making love and wanting to be together. Reader is very innocent, hasn’t met the right guy yet. Ty!!!!!!!
ID LOVE TO DO THIS but I haven’t watched the movie, if you can tell me more about how his character is I’ll definitely start working on it cause that man looks BEAUTIFUL in the trailer
please PLEASE Can you write reader ovulating with Simon Riley, his dick would hurt by the end.
what happens to simon riley when you're ovulating
(his dick would fall off if it were me tbh)
your sex life with simon is already active as is, so the moment you start ovulating, he's in trouble. serious trouble. you can barely keep yourself off of him. everything he does sends a throbbing want to your pussy.
manspreading? you're already on top of him, tugging his jeans down just enough to ride his heavy cock. his big hands find purchase on your hips, grunting lowly.
"fuckin' eager, huh?" he's only half hard by the time you're bouncing on him, and you don't get off until either of you can't speak, and you've ruined yet another pair of his jeans from the amount of slick and cum that stains the fabric.
rolling up his sleeves, seeing the way his forearms and veins flex? you're begging him to finger you, and he gladly listens.
"need me t'fuckin' fill ya full, don't ya?" bent over whatever surface of your house, stuffed full of his fingers knuckle deep as your walls clench around him. one orgasm isn't enough, two, three, four, five until you're babbling incoherently and spraying the front of his shirt with your release.
the thing men do when they reverse, placing one hand behind the passenger seat? belt, GONE. you make hasty work of his jeans just so you can suck his dick as he drives—bonus points if he's still reversing. half-way laid across the center console with a face-full of his throbbing cock, already leaking pre. he's a mess, whimpers spilling from his lips as he bites down on the plush flesh. he's pulling your panties to the side, burying three fingers deep in your cunt with ease at the sheer wetness of your pussy.
him, reading with glasses? you bet he isn't taking his eyes off a single page as he ruts into you from behind, book laid across your back slick with sweat. he might be a little mean, make you fuck yourself back on his dick, balls slightly slapping your clit enough to make your eyes roll back into your head. get a drop of cum on his book, and he'll punish you.
getting passionate about his interests? fuck in missionary so he can continue yapping as he toys with your clit and pounds into your throbbing cunt. his words are long lost on you—you don't even notice when his words start getting condescending.
"always gettin' in m'pants..." he grunts, the sound of skin slapping and mindless whimpers and mewls fill the room, "fuckin' slut, you tryin' to get pregnant? want me t'fill you? dirty whore..."
by the end of your ovulation phase, you might've definitely gotten knocked up, and his dick is no longer with us. (he still has his hands and face, ladies...)
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Notes: always never knew how people write jealous tropes and make them long and I tried my best over here😭 still taking Pietro requests
She and Peter always got along, maybe cause they both were a little awkward I mean he’s new to the avengers and she was just the hacker girl with no like real powers, but that’s why the two were close just good company.
However her boyfriend Pietro wasn’t really sure what to think of this “friendship” he always use air quotes for, Wanda always confirmed to him that she only she Pietro and no one else, but did he believe what his sister say? No.
Pietro was done training and went to look for his girlfriend, he had a day planned, no more computers,no more training,no more guy friends,just him,his girl,and alone time in his room.
Pietro found Tony Stark to ask a question “Hey Mr.Stark you know where-“
“Your girlfriend? She’s up in the lab finishing something up if you wanna see her up there.” He told him as Pietro snapped and smiled.
“Thank you Mr.Stark.” Pietro said walking to the lab, well why walk? He can just be there in 10 seconds, so that’s exactly what he did.
He made it in the lab just to hear laughing from her but someone else. He peeked and saw her and of course, Peter. Can’t Peter Parker just leave her alone for one what he thought.
“Ok so the suit how does it look? A little uncomfortable.” Peter said stretching and such.
“Well it’s not Iron Man material and Tony had me in charge of it so yeah but either way it’s looks good Peter.” She said turning in her seat typing.
Oh so now she’s complementing him?
“Well is there anyway for your genius brain to get used to it?” Peter said hovering over her shoulder looking at the computer but Pietro thought he was too close to comfort for his liking.
“Um I don’t know train in it, that what I tell Pietro when it comes to any clothes.” She laughed as bit as he did too and Pietro just mocked and rolled his eyes.
“Any other helpful tips?” Peter asked backing up flexing in a mirror.
“Yeah don’t be a try hard, it’s unattractive.” She said turning to him as Pietro heard and all he thought Peter trying to impress her.
“Yeah uh sorry I just I don’t being an avenger all new and stuff and just everything looks cool and good looking like you I mean sorry you have a boyfriend just complimenting.” Peter said as she rolled her eyes and nodded cause wow Peter talks a lot. “Sorry, just all this is a lot everyone cool and such and I’m just… Peter Parker.” He said sitting on the table as Pietro scoffed.
“What a loser, playing a pity card with my girl.” Pietro whispered to myself.
“It’s fine, trust not everyone that cool, you’ve seen Steve Rogers.” She laughed as he did as well. “You’re fine Peter it’s just a lot to get used to so don’t overthink too much, alright?” He nodded as she side hugged him.
“Thanks, Pietro really lucky to have a girl like you.” Peter said.
“Yeah of course I’m lucky you see her.” Pietro said coming out scaring both of them.
“Hi lover boy.” She said running to him and kissing him but he didn’t seem happy and she caught on right away. “More like jealous boy Pietro.” She said as he groaned.
“He flirts don’t you see? He called you good looking and acts all awkward like a personality trait.” He said, oh if only he knew it was honestly.
“Um hi yeah sorry I just tend to be awkward ok you know I’ll shut up.” Peter said looking down when she shot a look to him to shut up.
“Pietro, please stop getting jealous, yes it’s a little cute but gosh it’s gets to a point and ease dropping isn’t cute.” She added as he sighed. “If it’s makes you feel better yeah Peter cool but he’s not really my type.” She said.
Ouch.
“No offense Peter.” She said looked at him as he shook his head.
“None taken I don’t see you in that way either so Pietro she really is all yours.” Peter confirmed as Pietro looked at him to just shut up. “Yeah imma find Tony, bye you two.” Pete ran out and left the couple be.
She pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. “Pietro this was the third time this week you scared Peter away.” She said as Pietro looked down like yeah he may screwed up.
“Is there any way I can make it up to you my love?” He asked with those eye, oh those eyes that always made her weak.
“First stop ease dropping it’s weird.” She said as he nodded. “Stop thinking Peter flirting, he’s too awkward for liking and on top of that IM MOT INTO HIM!” She said as he nodded.
“I understand that now beautiful ok I apologize anything else?” He asked as she thought.
“Pizza and movie in your room til we both fall asleep please.” She said wrapping her arms around him as he smiled a bit.
“I was already thinking way ahead of you beautiful.” He said kissing her as she kissed back smiling into it as he did as well then started kissing all over her face as she giggled, the giggle that he only creates and the one he loves to hear.
“Let’s go lover boy I’m hungry.” She said grabbing his hand and walking out the lab but he lifted her up carrying her.
“I’ll get us there in 6 seconds.” He said smirking as she smiled.
“Make it 5.” She smiled as he did as well.
“Love you when you challenge me.” He smirked then she kissed his cheek.
hii, i seen you were looking for pietro x reader prompts so i have a suggestion! it could be a fic about him and the reader having the same superpower which causes a competition between them? like almost an enemies to lovers trope type
Make the best one win
Pietro Maximoff x Reader
Notes:it may suck we never know🤷🏻♀️
You and Pietro are each other worst enemies, what everyone been telling the two of you. You two either try to what up each other or volunteer for whatever to prove you’re just better than one another.
It doesn’t help you two also have the same powers, that what everyone thinks it’s the worst about you two, all competitive cause you both have the same powers.
Today was training with Tony, it was a mock mission to see how the group work as a team. The team involved was The Maximoff Twins,Vision,and you. Tony already knew he screwed up putting you two in the same group cause this was gonna be a challenge.
“Alright, the point of today is working as a team keywords TEAM! T-E-A-M” he said as you rolled your eyes.
“We know how to speed team Stark.” You told him as he looked surprised.
“Really? I didn’t realize since your and Quicksilver over here and help but to make anything a pissing contest.” He said… he wasn’t entirely wrong, Pietro laughed a bit and you looked at him seriously.
“Oh lighten up would you Принцесса(Princess) look, we’ll work together amazingly Mr.Stark right Принцесса?” Pietro asked wrapping his arm around you then you pushed it away.
“I told you to stop calling me that. I’m not your princess and yes Tony we’ll behave and be the best team ever.” You told his sarcastically, he knew he can’t trust both you but might as well.
“Ok all yall have to retrieve the target gem, if yall drop don’t worry it’s not gonna destroy the entire world, just there will be of course obstacles in the way.” Pietro and you looked at each other and knew one thing, one of you aren’t gonna see someone back cause one gonna be faster and Tony sighed. “Of course don’t listen anyways figure out strategy mission in 3 minutes.” He left and Wanda and Vision joined.
“I’ll handle handle the obstacles along with Vision, you two retrieve the targets.” Wanda said and you nodded but Pietro smirked looking at you. “No Pietro.”
“How about a little bet hm?” He asked you as you groaned turning to him. “Fastest to get the target is the winner.” He said as you always liked a little bet.
“And what does the winner get huh?” You asked as he thought.
“What do you want Princess?” He looked at you with that little smirk that you hated but him loom so good.
“Pease and quiet you to admit I am better than you!” You suggested as Wanda laughed a bit.
“Deal.” He said having his hand out for you to shake it.
“No no what do you want if you win?” You asked as she shrugged.
“I’ll figure it out when I do win. Now shake in it.” He said gesturing his hand. You sighed thinking the worst of what he wants when you win. But you sighed and decided to shake his hand and promising yourself you’re gonna wipe that dumb look on his face when YOU win.
“This is stupid.” Vision whispered to Wanda and she knew cause we’ll look at her brother and still not understanding how he’s a few minutes older than her.
The seconds went by for there mock mission, Wanda and Vision were ready to work together and You and Pierre were getting set to ease to the target.
“Oh I figured out what I want when I win.” He said as you looked at him as there was 10 seconds left. “If I win.” 5 seconds. “I get to take you out.” 0 seconds and that stunned you that you hesitated a bit and he went first and you followed right after.
Take you out? That’s what he wants when he wins? Was that a joke? Was that a way to throw you off your game? No no way, you’re not losing this especially not to him.
You went cut corners and finally caught up to him, he looked at you and smirked.
“What can’t catch up?” He asked as you groaned.
“You’re dead, so dead.” You told him as he laughed.
“I don’t think so, cause watch your step.” Right as you said that you tripped over the side walk and rolled to ground but didn’t fall. “Can’t wait to take you out!” He yelled, you slammed the ground and ran right after him.
It was no use, cause one you made it to the target thinking you made it first Pieter came out out and took it with a huge smirk.
“That’s not fair I fell!” You said kicked some rocks as he laughed a bit.
“Sorry Princess but you snooze you lose if that’s you Americans say.” He said as you’re rolled your eyes. “Alright alright let’s make a deal.”
“God what now?” You said crossing your arms looking at him.
“You can say you won, I’ll win even let you make fun of me.” He said giving you the target, you were very suspicious.
“What’s the catch?” You asked squinting your eyes cause you knew there was something else, he stepped closer to you and looked in your eyes.
“I get my reward for winning, to take you out a date.” He said as you were surprised, he wanted to take you like for real, no joking around.
“I thought you hated me.” You said stepping away a bit he shrugged.
“My way of flirting I guess?” He said rubbing the back of his neck. “Do you hate me?” You laughed a bit.
“Yes, but no enough to not let you take me out.” You said smiling as he smiled back, apparently he does have a really nice smile.
Then you stopped closer, him thinking you were gonna kiss him so he leaned in, you took the tater to and smiled.
“But I’m winning this time.” You said running off.
He laughed a bit and stretched a bit. “Make the best one win princess.”
Notes:Russian used by googles so correct if anything wrong… or don’t🤷🏻♀️ but on a Pietro run rn(cause hello look at him) so currently taking requests so have fun with that but if you ask for smut idk if I’ll write cause not in a smutty mood. Anyways enjoy the story
She woke in the hospital, she groaned and tried to get up til someone stopped her.
“Hey hey easy girl.” She recognized the voice immediately, Steve Rogers.
“Ow, where am I?” She asked trying to open her eyes slowly but lights were too bright but Steve lead her to lay back down.
“You’re in the hospital.” That shook a bone in here when he said that. The hospital? How? Why? What the hell did she do?
“What do you mean the hospital, how i get here? When I get here?” She asked but Steve rubbed her head and shook her head.
“Don’t overthink it right now, I’ll explain after the doctors check on you alright?” He said as she nodded, then remembered a key thing, a key person who was there, her boyfriend.
“Wait Steve does Pietro know?” She asked but then the doctors came in before he answered her.
After 20 exhausting minutes of pain tolerance and what not she had enough of waiting.
“What happened exactly?” She asked, the doctor sighed and Steve gave him a look that he’ll handle it, and that the Doc left. “I get shot or something?”
“No no just, you may feel embarrassed.” He said as she looked at him confused. “While we were during the mission, you ran to try to get Tony… and you slipped and hit your head hard on the concrete and passed out.” That was the most embarrassing thing she heard, and it was from her doing.
“Oh that’s so ughh how long have I been out?” She asked as Steve looked down.
“2 days.” He said as her eyes widened and all she’s thinking, does Pietro know? Does he know.
“Did you tell Pietro what happened?” She asked and then Steve went silent again. “Steve Rogers.”
“Pietro was on a mission where there was no way reaching him, we even tried to reach Wanda but no use cause there together on that mission.” Oh just amazing she thought. “But they said he should be having signal today maybe we don’t k ke but he’s gonna be somewhere with som-“
And right on cue, her phone was ringing, she quickly yanked it off the charger and put it to her ear when she saw it was Pietro.
“Hello?”
“Hi Любимая (My beloved)” he answered sounding out of breath but happy to even hear her voice. “I am so sorry I barely called or even texted, this place were at so abandoned don’t have any signal.” He said as she laughed a bit.
“Just glad you’re ok.” She smiled as her cheek started turning red.
“How’s my pretty Ангел(Angel)?” He asked, oh boy, how is she gonna explain this…
“Umm I think ok.” She questioned looking around which made Pietro concerned and confused.
“What do you mean think?” He asked as she tried to figure out a way to say it without sounding too bad.
“Um, just don’t panic or overreact.” She asked hoping he would eventually tho he would.
“What’s wrong my love?” He asked as he was sounding worried.
“I’m in the hospital.” She said. The line cut off, she was confused, did he lose signal again? “Hello? Pietro.” She check if she hung up, no seems her did.
Few seconds later a blue blurt came along with a gust of wind surprising her and Steve.
“Pietro?” She yelled a bit cause wow he really gets here fast.
“Oh my Принцесса(Princess) what happened? Why? What? Why don’t you tell me she was in the hospital!” Pietro asked Steve as he stood up raising his hands.
“We tried reaching you but there was no way, we understood the signal was bad and next ti-“ Pietro didn’t let Steve finish when he interrupted him.
“Won’t be a next time, not when I’m around, never leaving her alone again!” He said walking to her hugging her and kissing her head. She gave Steve signs to leave and he took them and left.
“Pietro my love I’m fine, I just don’t watch my step and fell on the concrete.” She said looking down, embarrassed all that lead to her in the hospital.
“Doesn’t matter, I wasn’t there to help my girl.” He said pushing the hair out her face and kissing her cheek. She smiled and leaned in to kiss to soft lips that she love the most.
Kissing each other felt like lightning when they did kiss, Pietro loves how her lips fit into his like a missing puzzle piece, She loved when every time before they kissed he wear a chapstick that made his lips soft and taste like vanilla. They stopped and she was starting to feel much better just seeing him.
“Wait wait, Pietro you were so far away, you were on a mission.” She stated as she shrugged. “Did you?”
“Run across the globe from my mission to check how my Ангел is, I’ll run the whole entire earth just to be wherever you are beautiful.” He said kissing the top of her head as she blushed.
“Wow, you really ran across the world to just see him, oh baby.” She hugged him as he went in the bed cause he was tired too.
“Slipping huh? And ended up here?” He said as she pushed him while he was laughing a bit. That’s was very her to do but still sucked she got hurt.
“Next time, I’m just gonna take the mission that you’re going, cause at least if I fall you’ll always hurry to catch me.” She said as he leaned down to kiss her lips.
“I’ll always be here to catch you Любимая (My beloved)” he told her looking at her eyes, letting her know he means it with his full heart. She smiled kissing him again and this one was a little longer.
“I love you.” She told him that he would only hear.
“Я люблю тебя ещё сильнее, моя красавица (I love you more beautiful)”
Heyyy guys, if you’ve been seeing all my posts lately, sorry been annoying and stupid, I’m one on my period and two Pietro made me stupid with how hot he is
Hi can you please do Sergei x female wife reader. Wife just had their twin babies & is very self conscious about her post partum body (overthinks, trying hard to lose weight, and fears the worst). She tries to hide her body in Sergei’s tshirts during sex and bed. Sergei realizes and is so loving towards her. He’s even more horny for her. They start off gently but end up having sweaty, hot, fun, erotic sex.
I absolutely loved writing this and I think Sergei would be so so loving with his wife, especially if he detected any form of insecurity tbh. Hope you like it x
Birth Changes Everything (one-shot)
Sergei Kravinoff (Kraven) x wife reader | Explicit, NSFM!
His large, calloused hands feel warm against the soft skin of your thighs. His lips pepper kisses along your jaw, down to the side of your throat. A soft grunt escapes his lips as he deliberately presses his hips down onto yours. You let out a soft breath, your eyes fluttering open and closed as you try to focus on the sensations he's giving you. It hasn't been two months yet since you gave birth to your twin babies. Sergei adores them. He hasn't been able to stop talking to them, watching over them at night. Right now though, his attention is fully on you; trying to make you feel good again for the first time since.
It's different, though. Your mind isn't in it the way it was before. Your body is different. Post-partum made you feel self conscious in a way you didn't expect. It's the entire reason you didn't take off your shirt now with Sergei on top of you. He feels the change in you the moment he slides his hand under your - or rather his - large shirt. You twitch in an unnatural way, Sergei's senses sharpen immediately. He lifts his head from your neck and watches your reaction like you've been caught. "You alright?" he murmurs hoarsely. You nod, trying to ignore the gnawing feeling of insecurity about letting Sergei see you fully again. He stares at you a moment longer before he shifts, letting out a rough breath through his nose as he leans on his forearms to take more of his weight off you.
"Dorogaya (sweetheart)," he starts. "Are you not ready? We can stop if you want. I don't want to hurt you." His gaze is intense, but you can see the genuine concern behind his eyes. You tug the hem of his shirt down your thighs a bit more, subconsciously hiding more of yourself when your behaviour finally clicks in Sergei's mind. You're momentarily snapped out of your racing thoughts as he gently cups your jaw, his thumb stroking over your cheek. "You have no idea how bad I've been craving you," he almost growls. "You're gorgeous." His hand slides slowly under your shirt again, gently, his palm resting against some excess skin on your tummy. "If this is what you're worried about… I'm going to remind you that you don't need to change the way you look. I still want to devour every single inch of you, especially when you look like this." His eyes are locked onto yours as he speaks, meaning every single word. "Like what?" you breathe, almost nervous for his answer. "Like you just carried and birthed my babies. Like the mother of my children," he speaks low as his palm rubs over your stomach, emphasizing what he means. "Birth changes everything," you softly protest. "Birth changes nothing," he states firmly, the words slowly but surely cutting through the self conscious thoughts that haunt your mind right now. "If anything, it made me want you more."
A sharp breath escapes you as he tugs your shirt up higher, exposing your stomach and bare breasts. He's quick to dispurse open mouthed kisses to the valley of your breasts, his eyes flicking up to watch your reaction when he lowers more, gently kissing your stomach. A wave of relief washes over you, watching him get so incredibly turned on from you - no matter what you look like. Your body gives in the moment you feel his tongue drag over that spot where your thigh meets your abdomen, sucking a firm bruise to prove his need to claim you all over again. "Let me show you how much I love you, lyubimaya (my love)." Your eyes meet his, his lips parted just above where you need him most "Can I?" he murmurs, waiting for your permission. "Yes," you breathe out "God, yes. Please." He doesn't wait a second longer, his mouth closing around your core, dragging his tongue through your folds in one languid motion. He's still watching you carefully though his lashes, making sure there's no signs of discomfort. He laps at you, his tongue circling that little bud with both eagerness and delicacy. His one hand massages the soft skin of your thigh while the other slowly creeps up to rest on your stomach, showing you there is absolutely nothing to feel insecure about. The vibration of his groans against your core forces out a loud moan from deep down. Your hands find a place in his hair, anchoring yourself to your husband, who is happily devouring you.
He presses a final kiss to your inner thigh before he sits up and wraps his arms around your thighs, dragging you closer to the edge of the bed. He lets out a soft grunt as he positions himself with your entrance, his eyes flicking up to yours to check on you. When you give him a small nod, he gently pushes inside. The room fills with the sound of your mixed moans. His hips quickly find a steady rhythm, rocking your body back and forth on the mattress with each sharp thrust. Sergei grits some Russian words you're unfamiliar with, his eyes boring into yours as he wraps a large hand around your neck. He leans in until his lips are inches away from yours. "You're perfect, detka (babe)," he breathes against your lips before he captures them in a demanding kiss. You whimper into his mouth, your body squeezing him tighter as if it never wants him to stop making you feel this kind of pleasure. His thumb works you simultaneously with his hips, pushing you closer and closer. Your nails dig into his broad shoulders, your head tipping back before he lets you tip over the edge around him. He abruptly pulls out when the aftershocks ripple through you. Your eyes flutter open as you feel the warm, white liquid coat your stomach and chest. Sergei groans roughly, his hips jerking into the tight grip of his palm as the last of him paints your stomach. Instinctively, you reach for him, to which he responds immediately. He lowers himself back on top of you, cradling your head. "Let me get you cleaned up, darling. I've got more ways than one of showing you how much I love every single bit of you."
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