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Desire — Kaz Brekker

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Requests: “Hello there! I've been around this blog for a bit now and you are an amazing writer! I was wondering if you would be ok with doing something with 21 28 & 29 from the smut prompts and kaz brekker? If you are uncomfortable please just ignore this!”

“Kaz brekker Smut prompts 28 66?? Love you💖!!”

“I can request Kaz smut prompts 29?❤️”

Smut prompts:

21. “Look at you, I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking.”

28. “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

29. “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

66. “You know I don’t like to be teased.”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, mention of shot, mention of desire, desire, mention of smut, explicit smut, NSFW.

Word count: 3k

A/N: All smut requests for Kaz must follow these rules.

I hope you like💕 English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

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There was something about you. Something impossible to decipher, with a glow hovering around you like a electrical energy. Wrapping your whole body in a cloak of magnetism. There was something about the way you spoke, walked, laugh. Something about what it was like to be you, in your beauty and mysteries like a sphinx.

Something that made Kaz Brekker completely furious.

You couldn't be more distorted from the image, in Kaz's mind, than what was to be a peaceful woman. Calm, controled, with steel emotions and wit in eyes. Someone who, like him, knew how to dance the waltz of negotiation, manipulation, who could blend in with the shadows and know the best time to listen more than speak.

You were not like Inej, you were not like Jesper. Hell, you were like nobody Kaz has known in all of his 28 years.

Nothing reminiscent of calm and control would be used to describe what it meant to be you.

Your soul are stormy, loud, obstinate, too stubborn and too talkative. You needed to speak loudly, laugh, move, expose your opinions to the seven winds and to whoever listened the most. You needed to question, inquire, doubt and test the limits of any situation. A direct order for you would be an affront to your free and independent spirit. A command that would curtail your freedom or tame your strong genius was almost like an invitation for you to do exactly the opposite of what they had ordered you to do.

So, for a man of trained reasoning, subtly balanced world, and who was used to his every command being followed vehemently and promptly in blind obedience, such a personality like you was like introducing a disturbing factor capable of shaking all his judgments. Sand in a watch, or stone in a shoe, would be no more a nuisance than a strong nature like your.

The extraordinary stubbornness and mania to counter his orders - when, in your words, they were unreasonable - had made you different from all the women Brekker had ever met. Kaz liked challenges and responsibilities, a good puzzle, but you were on a level far beyond that.

You were a danger to his peace of mind. And you knew that. All his aversion to your indomitable spirit only served as fuel for your own mission in to piss him off. Few men were like Kaz Brekker, you knew that, with a strength of character too powerful to be ignored. He was not just comfortable in his position of authority as he was obviously unable to act in any other way than as a leader. His stoic figure and always so contained in a wall of indifference made you want to ruffle his hair to see if you could remove any emotion. And being a girl who hasn't always liked leaders, Kaz Brekker was a huge temptation. Few moments had been better than those that you managed to piss him off beyond what he could handle.

However, all the reasons why the two of you were so exasperating for each other, did not explain why the air crackled in ambiguity when your eyes met. The hemisphere was adorned in a thought-provoking, poignant veil, like a warm honey flowing down its throat, and there was something else in the way blood flowed like flames of fire through veins of you two.

Jesper said that the sexual tension between you was so tangible that it could be cut by one of Inej's knives, but you refused to think of Kaz that way. At least until that moment.

Not pure images of what the infamous Brekker could do to you between four walls swept you like the strong Arabian wind. Making you be surprisingly breathless. Kaz was not a man whose private life was exposed, nor was he involved with many women, but you have heard two or three of them when they were drunk saying that Kaz Brekker in the room could be incendiary.

Everyone knew that his touch reserve didn't limit him to anything, but that his job was at the top of the priority list and that sexual encounters were almost never on that list.

"It was not my fault!” Jesper defended himself one night, slightly drunk, sitting at the club's round table next to the other crows “I didn't know he was married to another man! That damn pretty face seduced me!”

"Did he seduce you?" You asked, skeptical and playful.

"I swear to God! And it had been a long time since I had sex with anyone, and I went… ”

“But you did sex last week." Inej laughed, chocked.

"Exactly!" Jesper said, as if he were obvious.

You laughed with your beer glass in your hand, taking another sip.

“Is a week a long time to not sleep with anyone?" Matthias retorted, trying not to laugh.

“Are you going to tell me that is not?” Jesper and Nina spoke at the same time.

“If a man has time for sex more than once a week, he clearly doesn't have much to do. And I'm sure I gave Jesper a lot of tasks that would keep him busy.” Kaz narrowed his eyes at his friend, and Jesper hid his guilt behind the rim of his beer glass, looking to the side.

"So you are saying that you are a very busy man?" You teased, trying not to laugh at the scathing look Kaz sent you.

"I disagree. The values ​​of hard work and discipline cannot match the hot body of a woman in bed.” Matthias said, exchanging a brief conspiratorial look with Nina, who winked at him.

"There are more important things." Said Kaz.

"Like what?" You rested your chin on the back of the hand whose elbow was on the table, the playful look of a rebellious student.

"Progress." Kaz held your gaze.

He wasn't going to take your bait. But you didn't give up easy.

"Tell me, if God gave you a deal: all the hunger in the world would be extinguished in exchange for you never being able to have sex again, what would you choose?" your eyes had a teasing feline glow.

At that moment, Kaz felt a shiver up the back of his neck, like a warm breath of autumn. Something crawled, like a snake, across his rib cage and down to his groin, pumping blood like fire through his veins.

He held your gaze, but the feline glow in your eyes promised to contain the most ardent sins. Suddenly, Kaz's mind was flooded by the wave of obscene images of you, on his bed; moaning, squirming, shouting his name and being very obedient with every order he gave you.

He would make you such a good girl...

"I don't believe in God." He replied succinctly, the predator's eyes still in your eyes audacious feline's.

A big, satisfied smile spread across your face, and you said: "As I thought. Bad luck for hungry people.”

Realizing that he had fallen right into your cunning trap, Kaz got rid of your diabolical magnetism and cursed.

“I didn't say…” he stopped, impatient “It doesn't matter. I have more important things to do than waste time here.”

But the smile you hid behind the glass was noticeable to Kaz.

After that night, the crackling, gasping flame that circled the two of you intensified to alarming levels. Kaz could feel you holding your breath when he was too close, and you could see him squeezing his cane harder when you sweetened your voice for him.

However, regardless of Kaz's wanted to fold you at a table and put an end to your brat girl pose, enjoying the groans he was sure you would let out, the two of you still fought like dog and cat.

Just as it was now.

“What do you mean, I'm not going?!” You looked at Kaz, amazed, when he told you that you would not participate in the robbery that week “I know that security system like the back of my hand!”

It was true, what you had of stubbornness, you had of technological intelligence. There was no computer that you would not hack, a program that you would not hack, and a system that you would not unlock. Your genius with technology made up for all your lack of obedience.

But Kaz ignored. “I've already told you. It's a more dangerous mission than you're used to and we don't have time for the plans you come up with right away.” He needled you.

“Are you referring to Switzerland?” You were never anything short of direct and inquiring. It was logical that you would question every orden. “But I already told you that when the alarm went off your plan didn't work anymore! I was more useful inside to deactivate the alarm than waiting outside.”

And stubborn. Holy God, how stubborn you were!

"And it cost you to get shot."

"But it was just a shot!"

Kaz looked at you, puzzled. “Just?! And wasn't it enough ?! You put the whole team at risk!”

“But if I hadn't deactivated the alarm, we would all be arrested! And only I knew how to do that!”

"My fucking God, isn't there a speck of common sense in you?!"

But you answered boldly: "Not when you impose clueless plans on me."

Mortified would be an understatement to describe how he was now. What an unbearable creature! Kaz felt the anger spread from his neck to his face, igniting his breath and squinting his eyes in annoyance.

Why was it so difficult for you to follow a simple goddamn rule?!

“Besides, your initial plan was flawed and there was no reason for me to be out when it was necessary inside and...” And you kept talking!

If you had noticed Kaz's completely enraged state in front of you, you would have been scared, shut up and ran. But, truth be told, Kaz suspected that even if you knew how to read the murderous humor in his eyes, you wouldn't have left that office. Much less be afraid. You could argue with the demon. And you would probably beat him out of tiredness.

However, regardless of the desire to shake you up, to see if that put any good sense in you, in that second, watching you gesture with your hands, defending your point of view as if it were the england queen's crown, something swept Kaz's body from the top of his head with dark hair to the tips of his illustrated boots.

The sound of the world was drowned out by the flow of blood itself in his veins. His heart hammered hard in his chest and, in that instant, a sharp sting in his groin and the pit of his stomach set him on fire.

His gaze went down to your mouth, which kept moving. And when it came up to your eyes, your stubborn and defiant gaze sent Kaz's rationality into space. He dropped the cane abruptly, which toppled to the floor with a hollow crack, and advanced towards you in firm and determined steps.

Gluing his gloved hands to your face, Kaz silenced all your protests with a strong kiss. Hot, fiery, domineering. The kind of kiss that held years of camouflaged desire, years of irritability, years of an unnerving desire to make you shut up with all the perverse forms that existed.

You weren't afraid of him. But you should. You should if you knew everything he wanted to do with you.

However, as if you have been burning in the same desire for years, you responded to that kiss with the same urgency. The same hunger. Kaz slipped his hands into your hair, closing his fingers there and deepening the kiss with ferocity. He felt beside himself, like a hungry wild animal that had been denied food for years and that only now had its teeth set on its prey. You moaned against his lips, bringing your hands to his lean, strong biceps, squeezing your fingers there.

You both needed air, but neither seemed to give a damn about that. Misted of desire that burned like a fire in their bodies, Kaz pushed the two of you backwards, slamming your back against the wall and swinging a frame beside. You gasped, and the gesture made it possible for Kaz to invade your mouth with his tongue, hunting every piece of hot meat. You two fought the same battle in that kiss: invade, dominate, conquer.

They both wanted to take the waltz, but Kaz would never let you conduct the show.

He pulled your wrists up, pinning them with one hand against the wall, leaving you immobile while sinking his mouth further into yours. Kaz felt you try to get rid of his tight grip, but he was stronger than you. And much more when he have a objective.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." He murmured against your mouth, the tip of his tongue playing with your bottom lip. “You know I don’t like to be teased.”

Was impossible for you to control the loud moan that escaped. Your body trembling with desire, your legs wobbly, your wet core vibrating with his words. Kaz Brekker was a fallen angel. With a beauty and charm you've never been immune to.

How can you think you'd win the dominance game with him?

And, like the fallen angel he was, his smug and arrogant smile painted the corner of his lips when he saw what his lines did to you.

“I didn’t know you were so sensitive.” Kaz mocked “If I knew it was only necessary to do this for you to shut up...” he brought his lips closer, his voice hitting yours “I would have fucked you like the naughty brat you have been a long time.”

If his caustic and maddening kisses hadn't been enough to break you in half, that statement would have done all the work.

In that second, you hoisted your white flag, biting your lip in a needy moan and closing your eyes for a second by the overwhelming vibration of your core. God, you needed more. Whatever he gave you. Anything he wanted to give you. You just needed more.

"Are you going to be good?" He played with the dough you were in his hands, his devilish mouth going down your neck, leaving a trail of fire and debris wherever he went.

You agreed, desperately. “Yes, Sir."

That title seemed to do things with Kaz. Because in the next second, his mouth was back on your. More urgent, more needy, more dominating. You shifted your hips for more friction with his, and Kaz rewarded your obedience by pulling one of your thighs forward, making your skirt go up, aligning your thigh on his hips and giving access for his member to fit perfectly against your pulsating core.

You moaned louder this time. Fingers clenching, heart pumping frantically. Kaz pulled his lips away from you for a second, taking his hand off your thigh and bringing it to your mouth.

“Pull.” He ordered, referring to the glove.

You murmured a low, excited moan, bringing your mouth to the glove and clenching your teeth on the cloth at the top of his middle finger. Satisfied, Kaz pulled his hand back, watching the alabaster skin peel away from the leather fabric. As soon as he was free, he removed the glove from your mouth, replacing it with his own and stealing all your breath in that fiery kiss.

His free hand wandered over your thigh, touching you for the first time with a touch that promised to show you all the most delicious and secret sins in the world. His tongue wrapped around your again, and the moan you let out was even greater when his long fingers brushed against your wet, throbbing core.

"S-sir!" You sobbed, your hips rocking against his hand, desperate for more.

"Look at you." His fire voice beat against your lips, the tightness against your wrists getting stronger, more possessive "I’ ve only started using my fingers and you ’re already shaking"

Your body cried out in unbridled desire, sobs mingling with loud moans and heavy sighs as Kaz tormented you with his fingers. He touched you, slid, opened and sank, increasing the volume of your pleas.

“P-please" You begged, the body in need, the urge too urgent.

Kaz looked you in the eye, a dark, malicious gleam burning in his Egyptian blue irises. "Such a needy little thing, aren't you?" He teased you.

But you no longer cared about his teasing. With your lips swollen and red, your heart racing and the core pulsing in despair on his experienced fingers, you were already surrendered.

"Please. I n-need." You mumbled submissively, rummaging your hips in his hand.

"I bet if I wanted to fuck you against my desk, here and now, you would be very happy to do it, wouldn't you?"

He was foisting all of his dominance on you, bending you to your knees for him. And you knew that. You knew he was taking years of anger out on you. But you couldn't care less. You wanted him. Ardently. Desperately. And if it was a good girl Kaz wanted, damn it, you would be a good girl for him.

You readily agreed, your eyes shining in supplication.

“Good.” Kaz pulled you brutally off the wall, turning you over to the table and pushing your chest against the icy wood, pulling your hips at him. “Because that's exactly what is going to happen.”

Suddenly, desire and hunger roared like a wild beast. Kaz watched you, bent over his desk, obedient, surrendered, offering every inch of your body to him.

His breath was burning in his throat and it was no longer possible to order his thoughts, contain his euphoria. He would fuck you so hard that it would make that memory the only thought when you remembered him. When you dare to rebut his orders.

Kaz pulled you skirt up and your panties down, letting out a groan that sounded more like a growl as he saw your wet core. Pulsing and desperate for him. For anything he wanted to give you. It sparked a fervent desire that Brekker had never felt in his life, devastating any possibility of thinking about anything other than fucking you.

Playing with your fingers in your slick, wet folds, you whimpered again, the core pulsing whenever he teased you inside, pressing his fingertips there but never entering.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" His voice came over the top of your shoulder, hoarse, animalistic, full of profane desires.

"Please." You were quick to beg “I do what you want! But just...please, please… ”

You already felt your eyes watering from over-stimulation, your heart burning so hard it was beating, your core aching from emptiness.

You sealed the end of the game between you. Kaz had won. In a triumphant checkmate.

And you didn't have to beg again. Barely seeing when he unbuttoned his pants, you just reasoned his hard, hot, pulsating member by opening your from the inside. Claiming everything that was yours as his in a strong, desperate, hungry lunge.

"S-sir!" You screamed, your nails scraping the wood from the table, the core pulsing overwhelmingly around his rigid member.

In a more badly lunge, Kaz sank completely into you, moaning loudly as he hit rock bottom. The gloved hand slid over your shoulder, propelled you to him while the bare hand tightened on your waist, hitting you at a steady, raw, animalistic rhythm.

The sounds were pornographic, dirty and loud, echoing off the walls. The air was hot like molten lava, pungent and muffled, driving you two lost breath. Their bodies clashed as if the world was going to end tomorrow, in aggressive, rough thrusts. These were thrusts that made half of his things on the table fall to the floor, mixing in a mess that would serve as a reminder later about the sinful activities you two did.

You screamed when Kaz took on more force, his fingers squeezing you so hard that they would leave you with marks on your shoulder and waist the next day.

"Fucking hell!" Kaz snarled between his teeth, feeling your flesh throb around him, squeezing he with such desperation that he knew you were close.

You sobbed, tears streaming down the corners of your eyes as you pushed your ass towards him, trying to bring him as deep as possible, as deep inside you as possible. But every time his pelvis smashed into your ass, a loud moan and the feeling of being completely full drowned you.

You begged, pleaded, for something you didn't know. But Kaz seemed to know. Taking both hands to your hips, your pace became even more unperturbed, pushing you to the limit until you cum in a scream in his name, your lungs on fire. Kaz came close behind, sinking as deep as possible and pouring all the hot liquid into you. Almost like a brand.

The air was filled with sex, lust and desire, filled only by the sound of their ragged breaths that struggled to stabilize.

You were still panting when Kaz's voice came after you: "Whatever I want, don't I?"

A deal with the devil.

Good Girl

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: She’s his good girl.

Warnings: Smut, fingering, dirty thoughts, dirty talk, possessive Dean

WC: 1464

A/N: This is from an anonymous request. Don’t get used to me writing so fast again, though.

He presses her against the elevator wall, hands skimming under the skirt of her dress, fingers brushes over the lace of her string that leaves nothing to the imagination.

He knows that, because she’d flash him as she walked out of the bedroom and he had a hard time keeping himself in check. Had to hold himself back from bending her over the next horizontal surface and rip them apart, held himself back from driving his leaking cock deep into her wet heat.

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A/N: Request from anon. Really liked the idea! ♥

Words: 1392 Warnings: fluff and being followed (?)

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Something to consider if you write that Loki x reader x president Loki, good cop bad cop dynamic when they’re getting it on 😏

Oh hell yeah! 😏🤭😉

We all know who the good cop and who the bad cop will be in that situation hehe

Stephen doesn’t have to know

Summary: Wanda had captured you in her palace when she took you from Stephen, she planned to make you hers to get back at him but she found herself taking a liking to you

You were strapped down on a platform, grunting and thrashing around, trying to break free of her magic restraining you. You were crying at this point, scared of what Wanda was going to do to you, all you wanted was to be with Stephen again.

“Your whining is really loud.” Wanda said, making you turn to look at her, there she was, levitating in the air, her eyes still closed as red auras surrounded the air around her.

‘I’m not whining’. You thought to yourself as you turned your attention back to your restrains.

Wanda must have heard your thoughts because she dropped to her feet with a loud thump, walking towards you. In the corner of your eye, you could see her slowly approaching you, her eyes now shining a bright red.

“Don’t, give me an attitude, darling.” She said as she leaned on the platform, her hand holding her chin as she stared at you while her other hand was playing with your hair.

“Let me go, please.” You cried, tears streaming down from your face, making her heart soften. Sometrhing about seeing you upset made her heart sink.

“Now, no more crying, you shouldn’t be staining that pretty face with tears.” She said softly as she used her finger to wipe a small tear away from your cheek, her eyes turning back to green.

You got scared and started pulling your hands from the restrains so hard that you were sure that it was going to leave a bruise, grunting and whining,making Wanda frown.

“You know… I can give you something else to whine about.” She said seductively as she traced her finger along your body, eventually resting it on your stomach, sending shivers down your spine.

“You’re an awfully pretty young girl… Are you a virgin?”

When the question registered in your head, your face turned a bright red.

“So you are. Cute.” She chuckled as she slowly pulled downyour robe from your shoulders, making you pull away from her.

“I know you want this, darling, you have very very loud thoughts.” She smirked, ignoring your continueous whines and removing your robe.

You couldn’t lie, Wanda has been on your mind since the fight in Karmataj, you just knew that it wasn’t right to love a witch that Stephen was after.

“Stephen doesn’t have to know, sweetheart.” She winked as she stood in fromt of your now bare body, she must have read your mind because you were sure that you didn’t say it out loud.

Without warning, she entered two fingers inside you, making you gasp loudly at the sudden fullness in your hole.

“S-stop.”

“You sure you want me to stop? Your pussy doesn’t seem to be agreeing with you.”

She started moving her fingers in and out, making you hold back moans, not wanting to seem too submissive to her.

“You’re so wet, is this all for me?” She chuckled as she quickened her pace, making you whine, feeling your climax.

“W-wanda, I-”

“Wanda? Are you sure that’s what you want to call me, sweetheart? Because I think that you have a secret kink…Something along the line of…Mommy?”

You gasped as she used her thumb to rub curcles on your clit, making you a moaning mess as your orgasm became closer and closer.

“Mommy, I need to-”

“Come for Mommy, kitten.” She cut you of, you didn’t need to hear it a second time before you released all over her hands with a loud moan, making her satisfied.

“Good girl.” She cooed as she pulled her fingers out of you, bringing them to her mouth, sucking on your release, making sure that she had gotten every drop of it.

Wanda looked back to you to find you exhausted now, rubbing your eyes and yawning.

“C’mere, kitten, Mommy’s got you.” She said, opening her arms for you to crawl into, and you obliged.

You rested your head on her shoulder as she swiftly picked you up, bringing you to a bedroom in the palace, setting you down on the bed gently.

“Stephen will be here soon.” She muttered to herself, making you wide awake, starting to panic.

Tears started forming in your eyes as you looked at Wanda with a concerned look, making her frown again.

“Mommy will protect you, I promise.” She whispered, placing a gentle kiss on your nose, smiling as you hid your blushed face.

Suddenly, a loud thump was heard from the outside…Stephen had arrived.

(Hi friends, just got dumped by my boyfriend so life sucks right now but here’s another fic for you guys:,))

ayo I'm fkn wheezin

nigga said

I'm sorry I love him but I'm cryin

Husband NCT

Proposal + Wedding

Taeil | Johnny | Taeyong | Yuta | Doyoung | Jaehyun | Jungwoo | Mark | Haechan

Renjun | Jeno | Haechan | Jaemin | Chenle | Jisung

A/n: hi hello babies welcome to chanie’s version of husband!nct i can’t imagine this sassy bub getting married he’s my child.

Haechan

☆ Proposal

My sassy king

alright

first of all well done for being able to put up with his ass

Haechan is honestly the best friend type of partner

that you fuck ygm

“Y/n don’t wear that”

“why”

“cause you’ll look better than me and i won’t allow that”

my guys only teasing don’t worry

honestly don’t know how you haven’t broken your ribs from laughter yet

well done for making it this far

Haechan was just as happy with your relationship

and was determined to take it to the next step

“hyung what if she says no”

“Jisung please don’t underestimate Lee Donghyuk”

he’s shitting himself

he took you to a lake and rented a boat

yanoe the ones where a guy with a hat and a long moustache and a striped shirt is rowing with a long stick

it’s italian i forgot what it’s called

anYway

it was late so the lakes path way was lit with pretty lights

you were practically crying at how pretty hyuck looked in the light

the boat trip was filled with laughter

and him feeding you weird cheeses

“I can say it ok don’t underestimate my english skills”

once it went past 10 the moon was out

you had a blanket wrapped around your shoulders

Hyuck was humming No longer

you had your head on his shoulder

then he stopped

and you were like

???

you lifted your head to look up at him who was already staring at you

“is there cheese on my face”

he smiled cause your just uwu to him

grabs your hand

rubs your knuckles before kissing them

affectionate hyuck

always a fav

“what’s wrong”

“Y/n, i love you, you know that right?”

now you’re scared

“i know i don’t always say it but you mean so much to me”

if you look closely you can see tears in his eyes

“and i never thought i’d meet someone almost as funny as me”

you snort

“i always want you at my side, we’re a great duo, a team and i want us to be husband and wife”

the way you look at him is just like

wtf

Lee Donghyuk just proposed

wTF

“Y/n?”

“Hyuck are you serious?”

now he’s scared

“yeah-umm”

“well then of course i’ll fucking marry you”

“oh thank god”

oh the ring

Haechan had in a cute little pouch with a picture of you on your first date

he’s cute

love him

☆ Wedding

i think he was more excited than you

literally was so against hiring a wedding planner

wanted to do it himself

“hyuck he’a just trying to help”

“hmph”

put up with it cause he loves you and hates seeing upset

even if he’s your no.1 bully lmao

is it a shock he picked mark as his best man

thought since he was practically breaking up with him it’s the least he could do

mark ran when he tried to kiss him tho

you got married in a church

which was half occupied with dreamies in awe at the decorations

“Chenle don’t touch that”

waiting for you at he alter was hell for him

even Haechan gets nervous

has the members giving him tips from their own marriages to distract him

“i know hyung”

“yes hyung”

“hyung shut up”

then the doors open

and your standing there in all your glory

i think hyuck forgot what breathing was for a sec

accidentally saw your dress a few days ago

but it still didn’t compare to now

the violins and the pianos honestly made the whole thing more breathtaking

when you reached him he was actually speechless

for once

ngl you were kinda shy

cause he was just staring at you like

:0

then the priest spoke and he snapped out of it

the ceremony was sweet

Taeyong cried again

like every wedding he attends

after you kissed

he got a pat on the back from Mark

“well done dude”

the reception was filled with jokes

if you thought you couldn’t get anymore embarrassed

Johnny made a slideshow on how you and hyuck have ‘grown’

throwback pics galore

i think hyuck snarled at Jaemin when he tried to touch the cake

but we act like you didn’t hear it

you had a slow dance with Taeil

“you two look amazing together”

think you almost cried at his words

“promise you won’t miss him too much Taeil”

“i’ll try”

you ended up dancing with Donghyuk after being twirled into his arms by Taeil

that’s when welcome to my playground started

Karaoke with nct

yes please

i think you stole Taeyongs place as main rapper

tha night was literally just a celebration with your best friends

and the love of your life

Writing Lines

Title: Writing Lines Pairing: Reader x Lucifer!Cas Summary: Casifer has a bratty sub and he needs to teach her a lesson. Words: 928 Warnings: Shameless smut, daddy kink, denied orgasm, choking

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the sex scene || andrew garfield

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: being a new actress in the scene is hard enough, especially with sudden script changes. ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: andrew garfield x fem!reader ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: as many as I please ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: smut

Holding the script in your hands felt unreal. Although it was just a supporting role you felt incredibly proud of yourself for pulling it off, but there was still a long way to go. Your screen test was with one of the casting crew since the actor who was cast for the main role had interviews scheduled for the day, and a million questions went through your head. What if you didn't get along? What if there just wasn't that chemistry that makes movie couples so special? What if you failed to connect and that got you kicked off the movie?

Just as tears of nervousness and stress brimmed in your eyes, you realized you were gripping the script so hard it had started to crumple.

"Oh God..." You sighed and flattened the paper on your table, as you messily wiped away the tears.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door of your room.

You mumbled a couple of curses as you tried to make yourself look presentable and opened the door.

"Good morning miss, I hope you slept well, Andrew has arrived to the set so the directors can see if you work well together."

"Right now!?" Your heart started racing and the nervousness that you had just calmed down from came back.

"Yes, since the shooting starts in two days they want to make sure you two work well together, if we wait any longer it will be harder to find a replacement for your role if you two don't get along in your roles."

Well there was a nice way to say 'we need to do it now 'cause if you fuck it up we have time to replace you'...

"Alright, could you just give me a second to change?"

The man nodded and informed you he'd be waiting at the reception for you.

"Shit, shit, shit."

You showered in record time and fixed yourself up as fast as possible to meet the man that was waiting for you, and once you found him, you two were off to the set. It was at a walking distance from the hotel you were staying in.

Every step you took seemed to fuel your stress and anxiety, and had you not been in public, you would have slapped yourself to calm down, but since there were people around, counting to 10 backwards would have to suffice.

The second you entered the room your eyes met with Andrew's, and he smiled at you. You smiled back, trying your hardest to hide how nervous you were.

"Hi, I'm Y/N Y/L/N, nice to meet you!" You introduced yourself, and held out your hand.

Andrew immediarely stood up and shook your hand.

"I'm Andrew Garfield, it's a pleasure."

You took your seat and the director proceeded to explain to the both of you that you'd be doing an exercise, sort of like the screen test, to test your chemistry together as the main couple. The man indicated which scene you'd be playing and you both stood up to act it out.

"No need to be nervous." He whispered, as you two walked to the place where you'd be performing.

You smiled shyly, embarrassed that he'd picked up on your agitation, but happy he was actually really nice.

You took a deep breath, and did your job as best as you could. And it went a lot better than expected. Turns out that Andrew was really approachable and easy to work with, making it a lot better to get through. The director still had some tips and fixer-uppers, which you very much appreciated, and although it wasn't perfect, you were happy at how comfortable you had become by the end of the session.

"I'm looking forward to working with you, I hope you're not as nervous as you were..." Andrew told you, as he slipped on his jacket.

"I'm less nervous now, but I'm still very shaky 'cause this is my first time in the big screen. I've done some small roles but the vibe is a lot different right now."

Andrew nodded, as the both of you headed outside.

"It is pretty harsh, I remember my first time and I was just as nervous as you, but you'll do great. If you need anything you can always come to me!"

"Thank you so much! You've been so helpful, I'll make sure to buy you dinner after we shoot, if I'm not kicked off that is." You laughed.

Andrew laughed along.

"Don't say that! But hey," he stopped and pointed at you, with a cheeky smile on his face "I'll take you up on that offer!"

The man told you goodbye, as you went on your separate ways. Andrew had his own place on set since he'd be needed for a lot longer than you.

You hid your nose and mouth in your jacket, trying to warm your nose while simultaneously hiding the way you were smiling like an insane person, after the night had gone that well.

However, your happiness wouldn't last for long. The very next day you received a call from the directors about a script change. They told you you'd need to come by to pick up the new script, so they could discuss it with you and Andrew (since the scene they changed happened to be between the two of you).

Once you got there everyone was already sitting down, with the script in their hands. You greeted the men in the room and immediately sensed the discomfort in Andrew's voice. You found it strange, since you seemed to get along just fine the night before... Your tried to remain calm, however, and just took your seat.

But the reasoning of his uneasiness came rather sooner than later. The robust man handed you your new script.

"Well, Y/N, after yesterday we thought the scene wasn't enough, it was lacking a certain something that we saw would really get a good reaction of the spectators, and since you seemed to click so well we've decided to add a sex scene after the fight scene."

Ah, so that is why Andrew was so uneasy. You could see him staring at you from the corner of your eye, searching for what your reaction would be. You gulped, trying to suppress all feeling rushing right into you at the moment, and smiled.

"Sounds good!"

It had to sound good, you were far too scared of losing your first decent role by objecting to a director decision.

"Alright, Andrew agreed as well, so we're all done here, tomorrow we'll start with that scene, since it will be a rather climax point in the movie we want to get it done first."

You nodded and left without another word.

"Y/N!" You heard a familiar voice call from behind you.

You stopped and turned around, to find Andrew with a worried look.

"You alright?" He asked.

You smiled slightly and nodded.

"I'm okay."

There was an awkward silence, one of two people who knew the conversation was pointless. He knew you weren't okay, and you knew he was aware of your lies.

Andrew stepped in front of you.

"I know you're nervous, it's a big scene that just got bigger, with more feelings and emotions to act out, it's okay to feel nervous, it's the most normal thing in the world... Why don't we go over the scene tonight? I can come by your hotel and we can act it out."

You looked up at him.

"I don't want to bother you, you have weeks on end shooting scenes I don't wanna take up your last night of proper rest."

"It's okay, I was going to be up all night anyways, I can never sleep well before the first day of shooting, I'm always too anxious and excited." He told you.

You bit your lip, trying to hide how happy you were he offered to help you through it.

"So you really don't mind?"

"No ma'am." He replied with a smile.

You laughed at his goofy antics and nodded.

"Alright then, I'm in room 104B, come by whenever."

"I'll see you then!"

You waved goodbye to each other as you went your separate ways. The state of your room sent you into a slight panic. You had asked for the cleaning ladies to not clean your room since you had a bunch of things related to the movie around and you were afraid something would get leaked to the public if someone came in and saw those things. As a consequence, everything was everywhere. Clothes on the floor, papers all over every surface, makeup brushes sprawled on the sink counter and shoes and bags covering the floor. You continuously cursed yourself out as you cleaned your room and put everything in its place. You made the bed, folded the clothes neatly and put all the makeup in a proper bag.

By the time you were finished you were sweaty and hungry, so you made some 3 minute ramen on your room and took your sweet time taking a shower, so you'd at least be presentable when your co-star arrived.

You were blow-drying your hair when you heard a knock on the door.

"Shit- Just a second!"

You turned off the blow dryer and got dressed at the speed of light, you didn't expect him to come so soon, but then again, you might have taken a little too long cleaning up and lost track of time, with the dance breaks you took during a couple songs you played to help with the chore.

You opened the door, breathless, as soon as you were done.

"Hi! Sorry you had to wait I was... fixing myself."

"Oh no need to worry," he said, as you stepped away so he could come in "I didn't wait for long."

"You can take a seat, do you want anything to drink? I have tap water and tea made with tap water." You joked.

His laugh and smile were contagious, and you couldn't help but follow along as he giggled at your joke.

You sat in front of him, on the chairs by the big windows that showed the bright city underneath you, divided by a small circular table, where you placed your scripts. You had taken a little time to read it so you weren't unprepared when he came.

Andrew made sure to hit you with continuous small talk, to make you more comfortable with the scenario, and it worked very well.

By the time you started the scene, you were fully relaxed for the first time while holding those pages.

You started out by just reading the lines to each other, getting accustomed to it, and imagining the scene in your head. And you thought that was going to be it.

"Should we act it out now? Or do you want to read one more time just to make sure?"

You choked in the water and looked at him with big eyes.

"Act it... out?"

"Yeah I mean I thought that was the point? Acting it out is sort of the hardest part, trying not to look awkward on camera. But if you don't feel comfortable that's totally fine! I can help you out tomorrow when we shoot."

You looked away and chewed on your bottom lip as you thought. It should be a no-brainer really, but you weren't mentally ready for a fake sex scene with a man that good-looking, alone. If you made a fool out of yourself it would give you a couple sleepless nights, but you figured it was better to look like an asshat for one person only.

"Alright, let's do this. But please take the lead and tell me what to do."

Andrew set down the script on the table and stood up.

"Let's take it from the end of the fight scene, 'cause you have that one down really well."

You blushed slightly at the compliment.

"Alright so we end looking at each other angrily, and then I'll push you against the wall, alright?"

"Okay, let's do this."

You took a deep breath and shook out all the nervousness, as you got into character.

"So you can go fuck yourself!" You yelled the last line of your character and stared daggers at Andrew as he looked at you with the same intensity.

Just as promised, he gripped your hips and pushed you against the wall. The man inspected the way your body stood, and his hand crept down until it settled on the small of your back. He pulled you towards him softly yet confidently.

"Try to arch your back on this part, the closer our bodies are the better." He whispered.

His hand went back to holding your waist and your body maintained the shape he had carved, when his lips finally took yours, you were surprised at how passionately he kissed. Andrew had the sensation of someone who was incapable of being rough, but there he was, handling you like you were his puppet, and for a second you wished it wasn't all fake.

You instinctively pressed your crotch against his, and Andrew had to suppress a couple sounds that threatened to leave his throat. It wasn't his first sex scene, but the fact that you two were practicing alone, touching each other so intimately alone made him feel something else.

His fingers trailed up your body, from your waist to your hips. They went under your shirt, and his touch on your skin made your hand grip his hair a little harder. With one movement, Andrew removed your shirt, and his lips grazed your neck.

"Keep your back arched, lean your head against the wall, and make sure you don't cover your chest with your arms." The man whispered once more, before his lips left a wet trail of kisses down your jaw, kissing and sucking on some spots on your neck, hard enough so you'd feel it, but soft enough as to not leave a mark.

It was insanely hard not to say 'fuck it' and beg him to do it harder, but you maintained calm. His lips trailed back up and caught yours in a passionate, sinful kiss that would have you dreaming with him that night.

His hands held your ass, and he gave you a little pat as a signal, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, so he could carry you into bed.

Andrew laid you down quite harshly, then muttering a small 'sorry' in your ear.

He bent your legs and spread them apart so he could settle between them. The man glued his body to yours, your lips almost touching.

"Your thighs," he started, running his hands up your legs slowly "need to be covering our crotches to mask the fact that we won't actually be... well, fucking." He blushed a little as he said those words.

He kept straight eye contact as his hips moved steadily against yours.

Suddenly, you felt something hard against your crotch, and then Andrew stopped moving.

"Ah, shit... Sorry, that's... That's awkward."

He looked away for a second, unsure of what to do. A shot of adrenaline suddenly ran through your body, and in an unknown moment of bravery, you held his chin and made him kiss you again. Andrew gripped your thighs as he deepened the kiss. Your hands tangled in his hair and for the first time you didn't have to hold back.

Your fingers trailed down his body, and hooked around the hem of his shirt. The man got the message and immediately removed it. He looked into your eyes as you admired his physique. His tongue explored your mouth once more, as your hands grew more and more curious.

You undid the button of his jeans and slid one hand inside, earning a breathy moan from the contact of your hand against his boner. You teased him a little by squeezing his hardened member.

"I'll make you regret that, darling." He whispered in your ear.

His hand slid inside your underwear so fast you only noticed it when his fingers teased at your entrance.

"This wet? Already?" Andrew whispered, before kissing the spot right below your ear.

One finger entered you, followed by a second one right after, and then a third, stretching you out just enough.

You were trying not to be loud, and he could tell.

"None of that princess, I wanna hear you." He demanded, keeping a steady grip on your neck.

That was your kryptonite, and moans left your mouth non-stop. You were so drunk in pleasure from his fingers you didn't even notice him getting rid of the rest of his clothes. That is, until he pulled his fingers out.

"Open wide."

He placed his fingers by your mouth, which you gladly took and licked clean, never breaking eye contact.

"Good girl."

You winked at the man, and his soft side was brought up once more as he blushed, looked away and smiled slightly.

"Are you ready?" He then asked, his tip by your entrance.

You gripped the sheets and nodded as a response. Once he had your permission he didn't take it slow, he rammed inside of you, and a scream-like moan left your lips.

His hips snapped against yours almost melodically and you gripped his biceps for dear life.

"S-shit you're so good-" You moaned out.

He desperately tried to hide his blush every time but to no use. Your eyes were focused on his pleasure-filled face.

You clenched around him, and a string of curses left his mouth as Andrew tried his best not to cum yet.

"You're doing s-so good, y-you feel so good princess."

The praises sent you closer and closer to the edge, and as he hit just the right spot multiple times, your walls tightened around him and you came with a cry for his name. You didn't have time to ride out your orgasm, as the feeling of you and the way you moaned his name threw Andrew over the edge, and he pulled out, staining your body with hot spurts of cum.

Your foreheads rested against each other as you tried to catch your breaths.

"So... Are we doing it like this tomorrow?"

Andrew smiled and kissed you softly, tucking a strand of your messy hair behind your ear.

"If you want to, I don't mind."