#my friend let me use a really gorgeous photo they took

[vampiresbloodx]

Stardew valley au:

Farmer!reader moving to Pelican Town and taking over their grandfather's farm will definitely be a lot of sweaty, sleepless nights and drowning on coffee to make sure everything looks just as perfect as you saw in those photos of what the farm used to be.

That's when you meet everybody in town (slowly at least) and your very friendly neighbors, who you think are way too friendly or you're just socially anxious and not used to small town kindness. You cross paths with Natasha Romanoff and her roommate Wanda Maximoff, they live in the same house together, just not in the same room she explains but everyone else calls them roommates.

Wanda wasn't there when you introduced yourself shyly to Natasha, she was supposedly out doing whatever she was doing (to quote Natasha's exact words) the mayor has expressed how fond of them he was, even first mentioned it to you the day you had arrived in hopes they'd be delighted by your presence.

It seems as though getting to know Wanda was gonna be a hard one...

But you weren't the one to hide away from a task.

Natasha herself didn't look all too interested in the new farmer in town, she kept on muttering about meeting up with a friend, Carol you think her name was, there was a Val to? You weren't sure. Maybe you should pay attention more often if the girls you didn't meet weren't so damn gorgeous you couldn't stop staring.

Weeks passed, soon it was your first month staying in this town. And you had gotten your very own cat!.

It was very unexpected the morning you heard your door knocking and you opened it, revealing Natasha's roommate, Wanda, who was more shy than you had imagined, you thought she'd be more confident, like her roommate in a way, guess she was kind of like you, introverted, quiet. You couldn't help but stare at her more than you should as you took in all of her, the skirt she was wearing, the long boots, the leather jacket and loose shirt, it almost made you feel like a damn creep staring especially when her cleavage was almost poking out.

Despite how intimidating she looks, she was actually really nice to you, she apologized for not being there when you first came, she was busy with her online classes to which you had asked about her interests and was intrigued about it, she seemed to really like that.

Was every girl in this countryside small town this damn beautiful? You thought, trying to keep it together as you probably looked like a flustered mess in front of this woman.

"um, where was I..." Wanda chuckled, looking around the front of your farm house, you smiled, letting her take her time to gather her words. "Nat and I like to go to the saloon on Fridays, she does, I mostly enjoy spending time in my room, but if you wanted to join us, you can."

You couldn't help but notice how red her cheeks got when she was trying to ask that question. God it was adorable.

You nodded.

She looked surprised.

"you'll be there? Oh, cool! I'll let her know and all, I'm happy you came here, dunno why, there's not much happening- okay maybe there is and I just don't go out as much but that's just me okay I'll leave you be I'm starting to ramble now."

You were beginning to love this town a little more.

[ionomycin]

Grief

ref photo by @jawsstone

[checkeredflagggs]

Glazed and Confused

Pairing: Lando Norris x Potter!Youtuber!reader

Summary: when lando fails to make a simple mug, fans direct him towards your YouTube channel

a/n: I took 1 hr long class on pottery and quit. Don’t like the feel of it, have mostly forgot literally everything about it so…🤷🏻‍♀️

a/n 2: I really struggled to get lando���s voice down and don’t really think I did. Oops 😬 will work on that for next time (also plz ignore that changing of the handles. I try to keep them accurate but again I’m not on those social media platforms so…)

a/n 3: I tried to make sure that this reader was never gendered or given a race — there’s one photo near the end that depicts 2 white smaller hands but I think that is the only time. Please let me know how I did, if you could

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pottermadeeasy: my newest video (mugs and bowls, pt 2) is now up! In it I show you ways to add a little flourish and decorations to the pieces you made from part 1!

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user1: thank you your majesty! Easy to understand and so so easy to follow!! (unlike my professor 🙄😬)

user2: right? If they either stopped mumbling or spoke up…

user1: might be asking too much of someone born in the 1800s 😭🙄

user2: unfortunately

user3: god your work is so gorgeous. Do you sell anything?

potterynadeeasy: occasionally! I’m based in Monaco rn and a friend owns a shop and sometimes they let me use a shelf or 2

user4: ohh! I’m in France. Plz plz plz make an announcement when you will next have some ready! I’d love to own a piece

potterynadeeasy: of course lovely 😊 vague plans are to have some ready in the next week or 2!

user4: seriously?!? Marking the calendar right now!

user3: you have no idea how jealous I am right now…

potterynadeeasy: dm me! I might be able to ship it to you depending on where you are!

user3: faints bless you

user5: landonorris here! They might be able to help you

user6: be so for real right now. It’ll take a miracle to help landonorris

user7: I hate to be a negative nancy but…yeah. That latest stream was bad bad landonorris

user8: I dont even know…that clay flew… landonorris

user9: would hate to be his cleaner…

lnupdates

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lnupdates: some of our favorite moments from Lando’s latest stream where he was attempting to make a ceramic mug…bowl? It was certainly an interesting one to watch

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user5: interesting is one way to put it. Tragic is another

user6: no but really…that was. I legit have no words

user7: he needs to watch potterymadeeasy! I love their videos

user8: oh? I haven’t heard of them

user7: they’re a Monaco based potter that has a lot of simple how to videos!

user8: just watched one of them! And god their voice…🥵

user7: oh my god right?!?

user5: but are they gonna be enough to help lando?

user7: well they certainly couldn’t make it any worse tbh

user9: you got this lando! Pottery isn’t something easy to pick up - you just gotta keep trying!

user10: yeah! There was definitely some improvement by the end

Twitter

Private DMs

landonorris

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landonorris: progress! these ones were mostly standing. I’m not done yet though - catch me tomorrow night giving it another go

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user11: those looked good! Most definitely an improvement!

user12: he’s almost there! It’s literally just the little things now

user13: oh how far we’ve come! In less then a year he’s gone from flying clay to something that could generously be called a bowl

user14: and an “artistic” vase!

oscarpiastri: definitely better then last time

landonorris: mate…

oscarpiastri: you don’t pay your cleaner enough

landonorris: mate!! get out of my comments

charles_leclerc: keep trying! Maybe one day you’ll get there

landonorris: yeah say goodbye to your Christmas present

charles_leclerc: 👎🏻

alex_albon: will be there! And will definitely be recording - gotta have proof 😂

landonorris: is it national bully lando day here or something?

user15: yes

user16: yes

oscarpiastri: yes

charles_leclerc: yes 👍🏻

georgerussell63: yes

alex_albon: yes!!

maxverstappen1: yes

danielricciardo: yes!

carlossainz55: yes!

landonorris: you freaking muppets!

user17: ok but am I the only one who noticed he kept looking to the side and like beaming?

user18: no but I thought I was going insane? Like he was so soft?

user17: yeah! definitely getting the feeling he wasn’t the only one there. Just who are you looking at?

user18: dare we say little lando norris has a partner now?

landonorris

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landonorris: haha! I did kt! A mug a vase and a bowl!! On to the next step - glazing! And you muppets didn’t think I could do it

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user19: woohoo! Congrats lando! Those look so so good!

user20: and those glazes are gonna be fire when they’re done. I use the same brand and colors he did and they turn out AMAZING

user19: ok don’t be shy drop the names plz

potterymadeeasy: those look great!

landonorris: thank you! Had a great teacher 😉

user21: ariana (potterymadeeasy) what are you doing here?

user22: thoughts are being thunk

user23: unthunk those thoughts right now

user22: sorry…thots are being thunk rn

user23: nurse she’s out again!

user21: really? Under my comment thread?

user24: I’ve connected the dots.

user25: you’ve connected shit

user24: no I’ve connected them

user25: god get a life

charles_leclerc: congrats!

carlossainz55: it only took a few months…

alex_albon: a couple of different throwing wheels

georgerussell63: and 3 different cleaning companies

landonorris: I’m gonna run you all over with my car

mclaren: legally this is a joke

landonorris

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landonorris: first round of my ceramics are currently cooking in the kiln. Starting a new batch and stretching my creative skills

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user26: holy shit those look INCREDIBLE

user27: I’m so shocked! I just started watching the old streams so like in the course of a day he went from wet clay lumps to these masterpieces

user28: I’m so so proud of him - I’m currently trying to get into pottery and ceramics and watching him keep at it is so inspiring

user26: user28 you can do it! Persistence is key

oscarpiastri: man thinks he’s Picasso now…but for real congrats lando. Those look good! And functional too

landonorris: I’m only gonna give you the lumpy ones actually

oscarpiastri: I’m good thanks

landonorris: 🙃

oscarpiastri: honestly proud of you. You’ve come a long way

landonorris: thanks mate!

oscarpiastri: I’m also glad you can stop calling me crying about your latest fuck up

landonorris: you muppet!

danielricciardo: too soon to call dibs on that dragonfly mug?

landonorris: after the way you continuously kept laughing at me?

danielricciardo: in encouragement?

landonorris: 😑

danielricciardo: 🥹🧡?

landonorris: fine 🙄

user29: ok yeah good job on those designs and whatever but are we gonna mention those HEART MUGS?!

landonorris: 😂🧡😉

user29: get back here and answer some questions! What? Does? That? Mean?

landonorris: 🏃🏻‍♂️💨

user29: SIR!

maxverstappen1: i see you’re finished making my present but really? Matching heart mugs?

landonorris: not actually for you!

maxverstappen1: heart❤️ been broke💔🤕 so many times⏰ i don’t know❌🤷‍♀️ what to believe 🍃🙏

landonorris: …who are you and where is max?

maxverstappen1: I thought what we had was special

landonorris: not my favorite relationship anymore! Sorry 🧡

maxverstappen1: 💔

potterymadeeasy: those look good!

landonorris: I had a good teacher 🧡

potterymadeeasy: flatterer

landonorris: always 😉

User22: !!!

User23: shut up shut up shut up

landonorris

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landonorris: kiln unveiling and some upcoming projects!

listen. when I randomly decided that I wanted to learn how to make ceramic dishes, it was mostly because I wanted to make something with my own 2 hands — and when I wasn’t immediately good at it, I decided that I wouldn’t stop until I was.

Its been a long couple of months with a lot of struggles but I can finally say that I’m proud of how far I’ve come. It hasn’t been easy but the journey and the process has been fun and i genuinely can’t wait to see what comes next!

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user30: I’m? Crying? 😭

user31: omg same!!! To see how far he’s come and to hear that he’s finally proud of himself too…

user32: we’re excited for you too!

user33: excited? For what? Some more mediocre “Art” by some mediocre man?

user32: go fuck yourself. And get out of my comments. And off lando’s page

used34: user33 how about you go get some sun and maybe shove some kindness up yours! 🖕

oscarpiastri: seriously, congratulations. Those look incredible

landonorris: thanks mate! I do appreciate your support

oscarpiastri: and my cupboards appreciate your work

user34: 🩵🩵 ahhh he’s giving away his pieces

alex_albon: it’s been a fun ride watching you!

landonorris: thanks i think

alex_albon: no problem!

alex_albon: and could you send me the name of your newest cleaning crew? They most be ungodly good

landonorris: and there it is… cleaningcrew

alex_albon: anyway i could get a series of mugs inspired by albon_pets?

landonorris: I’ll need a lot of pretty good pictures

alex_albon: on it 🫡

landonorris: in fact I might need to visit in person

albon_pets: yay! We love ❤️ getting visitors

user35: UMMM?!? That 5th photo?!?

user36: IS THIS A SOFT LAUNCH? DOES LITTLE LANDO NORRIS FINALLY HAVE A PARTNER AGAIN?!?

landonorris: 🫢🤫

user36: YOU CANT KEEP GETTJNG AWAY WITH THIS

landonorris: 😂🏃🏻‍♂️💨

yourpriv: my love, I’m so proud of you! Putting yourself out there in the world to learn something new is never easy but you have done it with amazing persistence and talent.

landopriv: babe… you know I couldn’t do it without you

yourpriv: oh I have no doubt you would have gotten here on your own

landopriv: no. No i don’t think I would have. I’m a fast guy and I’m used to fast results. When I reached out to you, it was a last resort last string. If it didn’t work out with your help, I was honestly going to quit. You pushed me to get better, to stick with it till I made it.

yourpriv: 🥹🥹🥹

landopriv: I’m serious. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me — i love you 🧡

yourpriv: 🥹🥰🧡 I love you too hun

maxverstappen1: can’t lie — it was a fun ride watching you fail but I also can’t wait to see what you make next

landonorris: …thanks for your support 😑🙄😅

maxverstappen1: you know it!

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landonorris: no time for a soft launch. Thank you honey for teaching me pottery and for designing such a bomb ass helmet!

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potterymadeeasy: Lando! We had a plan!

landonorris: 🤷🏻‍♂️

landonorris: love ya!

potterymadeeasy:…love you too!

[bunnys-kisses]

show-off (price's version)

capt. john price

cw: smut/pwp, filth, dirty talk, filming, mirror sex, doggy style, age gap (20s/40s)

simon's version | johnny's version | kyle's version

what belonged to price, belonged to no one else. that was sort of the rule. but that didn't mean that price didn't share... images. while the rest of 141 couldn't touch what was his, they could touch themselves to photos and videos of price's "puppy".

the cute little failed cadet that price swept away to a charmed little life. he told the boys you did better as a girlfriend than a cadet.

"ain't she a beauty?" price beamed over drinks on evening, "prettiest fuckin' thing i'd ever seen. let's me do all kinds of dirty things to her. she's my baby girl." then laughed.

even in a photo the other members of the team were chubbed in their pants. you just had this charm to you that greatly turned them on, you beyond gorgeous.

it made them a little jealous, and price knew that.

simon, johnny and kyle all woke up on the second day of their time off, to a video file in the group chat. the file was dense in size. what they didn't expect was the following.

you were in front of the mirror with price holding his phone camera. in the reflection was your naked body knelt in front of the full length mirror. price was behind you, he was nude as well. his built. hairy body was such a contrast to you.

you looked so small compared to him. like he had plucked you from the heavens and bounced you on his cock. you held onto the carpet under you as you rolled your hips.

"that's it darlin'." he said, "that's my baby girl." his voice was low, but picked up by the microphone on the phone. there was a nice sheen of sweat of your body as you worked yourself on price's cock like a good girl.

"john, please." you whimpered as you tried to keep yourself up right. withering on his cock was he stayed perfectly still. he was letting you do all the work.

"look up at the mirror, love. show the boys what their missin'." price chuckled as he rubbed his cock inside of you. the stimulation made you moan. when he saw that you weren't looking, he used his free hand to yank on your face till you were looking right at the mirror, "bad girl." he said, "and i was just gloatin' about ya to the team. tellin' them how much of a good girl you were for me. listenin' and, waitin' with legs open."

you whimpered as you continued to jack hammer your hips against him. there was a fire burning in your belly as you fucked yourself on price's cock. you made him promise that this wasn't going to be sent to everyone on base. price told you it was just "for the boys".

which meant simon, johnny and kyle all had the luxury of seeing you fuck yourself on their captain's cock.

"see how she is, boys?" he asked the camera, his eyes on the screen to make sure that they could see the video in the clearest definition, "ya gotta get yourself a good girl. ya keep findin' them at clubs and bars. don't bother, find yourself one who's eager to please. make her a better wife than a solider." price laughed before he buried his face in your neck and gave you what you craved.

movement of his hips.

you were practically face first in the carpet as price started to fully take over. the camera panned away from the mirror down to the back of your head as he took control.

your noises were so sweet they bordered on pathetic. the sounds of your wet pussy filled the room and easily caught on video. price got right in there, watching your pussy take him too his root.

"see boys." he said, "just find yourself a good girl like that. maybe if you behave, she'll tell her friends all about the task force." he laughed, the idea of your sweet friends ending up with someone like simon was almost adorable.

you whimpered and he held your head into the carpet, your ass right in the air as he started to really work at your pussy. your ass bounced with each hard thrust.

"pretty little slut." price laughed as he fucked you into the carpet, "knows how to keep her man happy, and it ain't from good cookin'!" he erupted in laughter as he just ruined your cunt.

his pace became ragged, his thrusts more desperate than before. he sole focus was getting to finish inside of you. but you beat him to it, you clawed at the carpet and whined. your pussy clamped around price's thick cock. you orgasm spurred his on and he almost dropped his phone as he buried his entire length into you.

a few heavy pants and he slowed down. he managed to focus himself enough to film himself pulling out his bare cock out of your sweet pussy. watching the stretch as the entire thing came out.

he pointed the camera one last time and asked, "ready for another round?" followed by a airy laugh.

you responded by lifting your head and nodded. you looked painfully blissed out. but ready for more. and price was going to give you more.

the video ended and a few minutes later, price sent a message.

rise and shine, boys! the message said, early bird gets the worm! followed by an image of your cum filled pussy as you laid on the carpet.

the rest of task force 141 was not embarrassed to admit the video and photo were quickly saved for later usage. what would they say, price's girl was just fuckable.

[goldsbitch]

That one Christmas flight

summary: Y/N and Lando Norris are seated next to each other on a long flight. Innocent little Christmas tradition that Y/N does every year brings them just a little too close.

warnings: fluff, one-shot (whops a lie!), meet cute

Christmas. Y/N felt like an alien walking among people. It was impossible to avoid it. It was present in songs, in decoration, in fashion, online and on the news. Everywhere.

It's not like she was a grinch or anything. Nor was it because of some tragic incident causing trauma. Just pure fatigue from all the logistics and travel connected, which most kids of divorced parents faced every year.

Flying from Japan back to England, from her mother to her father, was a chore that seemed unavoidable. Her mother was kind enough to splurge on first class ticket for her, which her fancy Tokio job allowed. Ever since fours years ago, she continued a tradition that was introduced to her by a fellow Christmas traveller - the most stylish sassy French woman, who often spend the holidays on a plane. She would get herself and who ever was sitting next to her a glass of champagne and chat them up. Y/N has never laughed so much in her life like she did when she met this woman - so she took the tradition as her own.

Lando's plan wasn't to be on a flight from Japan to London on the 24th of December. He had so little time with his family and friends that this secret work trip to the Honda factory was really pushing him into staying with McLaren for the following years and not switching to a different team. This whole situation was like fuel for his current headache.

Y/N second guessed her tradition when a super gorgeous looking boy, who seemed to want anything but to be bothered, was sat next to her. She was used to having older people sitting next to her. Anyway, tradition is a tradition, so she eventually got up to order the classic. She nearly turned back at the thought that this guy was giving off some serious "I'm a dick" vibes, he had barely acknowledged her since she sat down. Luckily, she ignored this feeling.

When a glass of champagne appeared before Lando, he was sure it was a mistake.

"Well, to Christmas," his neighbor toasted. While he thought that she was a rather good looking girl, he was in no mood for a fangirl.

"I'm very sorry, um...I'll be happy to take a photo with you or something, but I am not in the best mood for a interaction with a fan."

She gave him a baffled look.

He continued. "Look, I'll be more than happy to sign anything. Or a photo, just as long you keep between un on which flight you saw me."

Y/N put her glass down, this was a first one.

"First of all, sorry for invading your private time. I have this stupid tradition of having a glass with whomever I'm destined to spend this Christmas flight. Guess I was mistaken. Second of all, I have no fucking idea who you are. So, calm down." She downed half of her glass. Of course this stupid year would include an asshole like this. Oh well.

Lando was confused for a moment and immediately after that he felt like an idiot.

"Apologies," he slowly replied, somewhat baffled. "I thought you were a fan and I'm just not in the mood for that." Y/N rolled her eyes and downed the rest of her champagne. "I'm Lando, by the way."

"Is that a stage name?"

"No, " he laghed. "I think it was a random decision of my mom."

"Interesting. Y/N," she introduced herself, without looking at him.

There was a weird tension in the air. Lando was determined to break it. Y/N was currently casually offended.

"Let me get you another one so that we can have a toast."

"Great, getting drunk is also an option. Hate flying sober," she joked.

Another glass was brought by a smiling flight attendant.

"So, how does this work?" Lando asked. Y/N was a person easily annoyed, however as quickly this came it also ended.

"Fine. There are rules, btw."

"Of course there are."

"Ehm, ehm, " she cleared her throat. "So, this tradition was started by Madame Tatanova and from now on, if you find yourself on a plane on 24th or 25th of December, you need to toast with your fellow neighbor passenger and answer the following: why and for how long-"

"I will have to write this down, I have a memory of a dead chicken."

"-I'm not finished! And then you follow up by your biggest regret and one thing nobody knows. The purpose of this is to gain or pass on wisdom and use the opportunity you'd normally miss by blasting up your headphones." She's done this for four times now, still the introduction was missing the "Madame Tatanova magic". Maybe one day.

"Ok..." Lando was not following yet, but he was keen on doing so. She raised her glasses, as did he.

"Cheers, to Christmas flights."

"Cheers, " he replied and they both sipped their champagne. "Wait, I have a question - what would you do if I did not speak English? Or if I was deaf?"

Lando was being his cheeky self and Y/N was not having it. She answered the question with a look.

"Got it! Anyway...what was the question?"

"Why."

"Why? Why is the sky dark or....?"

"Why are you on this plane."

"I'm trying to get to London from Tokio."

"I swear to god, I will ask to be seated somewhere else, Orlando."

"Lando, actually."

"If you say so..."

"Huuh, I'm going back from a work trip. And since you claim not to know me, I can probably tell you more than I should. Um, imagine I am in a band, right? I'm singing for a band and every few years they change their lead singer, one of the two actually, and I'm a the lead singer who might go to a different band now. But it's not clear yet and super secret actually. So, please keep it to yourself." Lando felt like someone who has just discovered speech and this was the first time he was using it. "Does that make any sort of sense?"

"Sort of I think. So you're cheating on your band?"

"Uhh, I'd say checking out options."

"Remind me never to date guys like you," she joked and immediately regretted that. Y/N was not good at flirting and did not want to appear creepy.

Lando passed on this comment, still not sure if he could trust this girl. "So, what about you? Why?"

"The curse of the divorced parents. One lives in London, the other one in Japan and I'm a package they pass each year," she said rather bitterly.

"Sorry to hear that."

"Yeah. I get to see mom twice a year and it's all always so planned and predictable. I would kill for spontaneity."

"Take me with you next time, I'm sure she'll be surprised." "Yes, she is a big fan of British guys, that's why she divorced one!"

"Great, happy to follow that route!"

Y/N started to relax a bit. This could be good, actually. "Ok, so now. For long are you staying in London, Lando?"

"Only few weeks. Then our music season starts. "

"Yeah, the one with all the singing, of course."

"Yeeah."

Y/N laughed a bit. He was suprisingly easy to talk to.

"So, how long?"

"A week. Then I'm off to Bologna."

"Uuuh, fancy that!"

"Yeah, I'm studying history there."

"Bologna is the one with the old university?" he asked, pretending he has never heard of that.

"No, not really, they just opened. Last year we did not have chairs, because the shipment got delayed," she replied with a dry tone.

"One does always study better while standing. I believe it was Socrates, who said it."

"Oh, yes. They teach you this at the singing music school?"

"Exactly. We were never allowed to sit."

They continued to chat all the way through the airplane dinner, getting few more glasses of champagne during that. Their laughter was interrupted by a flight attendant, who acted on a complaint from a fellow passenger. They both fell asleep watching a movie. Y/N woke up few times in the night and observed the boy next to her. Knowing this was the best Christmas plane encounter she ever had. Lando woke up as well, feeling strangely happy about the fact she was resting her head on his shoulder.

//

"Wait." Lando stopped her at the entrance to customs hall and pulled them both behind a column, so that they could not be seem by bystanders.

"Yes?" she turned to him.

"This might be weird, but can I kiss you?" Y/N looked at the boy in a hoodie standing in front of her, cheeky guy suddenly appearing nervous. He was absolutely gorgeous. She hated the fact he was random guy on a plane to London and not to Bologna.

"Yes. Must be midnight somewhere. So it could be like a New Years thing."

"Yeah. Just an airport thing." With that he kissed her. Just two young people having a little moment of silence. His kiss was a light slow brush on the lips. He cupped her cheek and her hand brushed through his curly hair. First kiss usually does not take long. For a person passing by, this would appear like kiss these two shared a thousand times before.

When they eventually parted, it all seemed a bit surreal.

"We never got to the second part of your Christmas interview," Lando commented.

"Well. Let's say that the one thing nobody knows is that I just kissed a random guy from the plane. And that my biggest regret is that we will never see each other again." For the first time, she was this bluntly honest with somebody who had just kissed her for the first time. It felt intoxicating.

Lando smiled. "See, I knew we had something in common."

Lando was usually not so open with his crushes, if he could even put her in that category.

"Don't worry. I won't search for you online or anything. I want to keep the mystery of Lando alive."

He kissed her once more, before they parted.

//

Their hearts felt a little more heavier than usual on midnight that New Years Eve. Both standing surrounded by their favorite people, yet with the one they would wish to kiss being impossibly far away.

part 2

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@superlegend216

[captainwans]

she looks absolutely gorgeous…and he’s there! (smau)

arabella series!

masterlist!

pairing: alex turner x fem! actress reader

summary: the media and fans are taking a liking to y/n being apart of alex’s life, but there’s also a downside when your relationship gets public and having to deal with haters and nasty comments.

timeline: 2014

note: this format / layout is heavily inspired by my love @ithinkimokeei 🩶

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[realwitchieshit]

Fuck It, It’s Fine.

Summary: You find yourself falling off the wagon again, but you’re not sure if you want to get back on.

Warnings: hurt/comfort (sorta), gary mention, cheating (kind of), allusion to smut

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: I proofread this once so if there are typos pls ignore. anyway, this fic is the second part of my other fic, “Bad Idea, Right?”. so i would recommend reading that first! thanks for all of the love on the first one, enjoy!

Another month has passed since the last time you and Melissa had met up. She would text and call, acting as though the two of you were friends just asking about each other’s day, and then she would give you some reason to come over. “You gotta come over and watch this new show” this, “I got some leftovers” that, she would tempt you with everything she could think of to get you to come over.

While you did always answer, you had not given in. You would think of an excuse while you talked and when she finally asked you to come over, you’d hit her with it. You could’ve easily put your foot down and told her to stop asking you to come over, but you were sure it would upset her. You still wanted her companionship, but it felt wrong to have any more, considering her blooming relationship with Gary.

Shutting Melissa down wasn’t easy, though. You would put your phone across the room and distract yourself until the urge to call her back dwindled away. This method worked but was impractical as it sometimes took you a couple hours to regroup.

Turning Melissa down in person was even worse. Instead of just having your nice memories of Melissa to fuel the “call her back” fire, you had Melissa in front of you, in all of her stupidly gorgeous glory. She would smooth talk you a bit, like she did when you first began dating, making you blush and let out girlish giggles you didn’t recognize as yours. Then, once she had you all buttered up, she would ask you to come over. You would decline, but then you would see her throughout the day, thoroughly destroying any distraction you had. You almost said yes once, but Melissa had ended up going home early that day.

Today, you believed you were being tested. It was picture day and everyone tended to try and look their best. When you had walked into the gym during your planning period, you stopped in your tracks. Melissa was standing in line on the steps that led up to the stage, her left foot resting on the step higher and her back leaned against the wall. She was wearing a pink top with a black blazer on top along with her signature leather pants and her black boots. Her makeup was done nicely and her hair was perfectly curled.

You thought about turning back and going to your classroom, but then you remembered you don’t have another free period. Plus, if you didn’t get your picture taken today they would use last year’s photo in the yearbook, and that was a picture you were hoping to forget. You sighed and turned back around, walking over to the bottom of the stairs next to Melissa.

She looked up from her phone, lifting her glasses to rest on top of her head and smiling when she realized it was you. “Well, hello, gorgeous.”

You rolled your eyes, but smiled nonetheless. Even after breaking up, she still made you feel like a love struck 17-year-old. The glasses on top of her head made her look even better, the way they pushed her hair away from her face made your heart swoon. You nearly asked her to take you back right then and there, but then you pinched yourself and stared at the wall.

“Hey, Melissa. You’re not looking too bad yourself.” You said, only sparing her a quick glance before going back to the wall. She raised her eyebrow at your odd behavior.

“It’s true, but I don’t think you’ve looked at me enough to really appreciate it.” She teased, leaning in to lightly elbow your arm.

“Don’t be silly, Melissa,” you scrambled to say, trying to cover your ass, “I’m looking at you for a normal amount of time.”

To prove your point, you turn your head to look Melissa in the eyes. Bad move. She was even prettier up close, if that were even possible. She was still leaning over, the close proximity made your mouth go dry and your cheeks begin heating up.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” She asked quietly.

Before you could think better of it, you blurted out, “I want you so bad, but you’re with Gary and I don’t want to be a home wrecker anymore and—“

“Woah, woah there, hon. Me and Gary were never that serious, there was no home to wreck.” She interrupted you. You stared at her for a minute, replaying her words in your head.

“Wait. ‘Was’? ‘Were’?” You repeated, not believing you heard that right.

“Yeah, me and Gary ain’t workin’ out.” She confirmed. You stared at her for another moment until the photographer was asking for the next person in line, which was her.

She put a hand on your shoulder, “Come find me after the kids leave, we’ll talk.”

You continued to stare as she walked over to the photographer and got her photo taken. She winked at you as she left the stage, leaving your cheeks warm. You then head up for your turn, grinning widely for your picture.

The rest of the day seemed to drag on, a mix of excitement and the fear of the unknown causing you to be unable to focus. It was too early in the year to start watching movies, so you had your students get a book from the library and come back to silently read. When the final bell rang, you almost jumped from your chair. You watched as your kids filtered out of the classroom and said goodbye to all of them, waiting a couple minutes before you gathered your things and walked downstairs to Melissa’s room.

The classroom was void of any kids when you got there, only Melissa at her desk. You walked in and Melissa looked up from her phone to smile at you. You pulled up a chair and sat across from her.

No matter what she says, you have to think rationally. You can’t immediately jump into bed with her, she’s your ex for a reason, you repeated in your head.

“You wanted to talk?” You asked, trying to contain your excitement for now.

“Yeah. About us.” She admitted. Your heart was pounding in your chest.

“What about us?”

She sighed, like she was frustrated that you couldn’t read her mind. Melissa hated talking about her feelings and would often not talk about them at all, you had forgotten how irritating it was. You were about to tell her you weren’t here to play guessing games with her, but then she spoke.

“I was an idiot for not realizin’ what I had when I was with you. I wanna try again.” You nearly pinched yourself. You had to be dreaming. Melissa? Being honest with you about her emotions? Hell must’ve frozen over.

There was a silence. You weren’t sure what to say. Melissa had been emotionally unavailable for the majority of your relationship, leaving you fighting tooth and nail to figure out what was going on in her head constantly. This was exhausting for you, and it was the primary reason you had broken up. However, it looked like she had made some progress since she was the one to ask you to talk. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to try again.

“Why now? I thought things were going well with Gary.” You asked.

She shrugged, “Gary was easier, I guess. He didn’t ask how I’m doing, he didn’t notice when I was upset.”

“So, you want me to be your therapist again?” You deadpanned. She huffed, this was obviously hard for her.

“You know that’s not what I meant. I just… You cared for me. Even on my worst days, you were patient with me. I don’t think anyone could make me feel the way you do. I wanna make you feel the way I felt.” Your eyebrows raised in surprise at what she was saying, it was everything you wished to hear from her.

“You mean that?”

She smiled and nodded, “I do, hon. I…I love you.”

Okay, you had to be dreaming. Melissa just poured her heart out to you and on top of it, she said she loved you.

You didn’t hesitate to say it back. “I love you too, Mel.”

“So, you wanna give me a second chance?” She asked, her eyes lighting up with hope. You nodded eagerly, not wanting to pass this up.

“Okay. Well then, how about dinner at my place?”

“Yes, of course.” You accepted her invitation without thinking about it.

She smiled before standing up and coming around the desk to stand beside you. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Good. You can come over around seven if you wanna help out.”

Now she’s gonna let you help make dinner? You must’ve fallen and hit your head this morning.

The two of you walked to the parking lot together, splitting up to go to your own cars. When you got home, you were barely able to sit still. You had a couple of hours before you had to be at Melissa’s house, so you spent the majority of that time getting ready.

You were on Facetime with Mira, getting her to help you pick out an outfit. You had explained the situation to her and while she supported you, she had her doubts.

“I just want you to be careful, babe.” She said.

You rolled your eyes as you stepped into your camera's view in a potential outfit. “She’s different now, I swear. She talked to me about how she felt, and I didn’t have to beg her to do it!”

Mira scoffed, “Wow, bare minimum. Not that top, it’s too formal for dinner at her place.”

You stepped out of frame again, pulling off the top and hanging it back up. You pulled a black sweater from your closet and put it on.

“The point is, she’s making progress. I can help her become better. How’s this?”

She sighs, “It’s good. I hope you have a good time, don’t forget brunch in the morning, and please, for the love of god, don’t sleep with her tonight.”

“I’m not going to sleep with her!”

You did end up sleeping with her. Dinner was fantastic and in the process of making it, Melissa only griped at you once. After dinner, the two of you talked for a while and before you knew it, Melissa had you pinned against her bed. You fell asleep that night, content and hopeful for the future.

The next morning you woke up abruptly, the sun leaking in through Melissa’s bedroom curtains. You sat up and looked for your phone, needing to see what time it was. When you couldn’t, you leaned over Melissa’s sleeping body to check the time on her phone. You turned it on and relaxed upon seeing that it was only 9:30. A message popped up as you held her phone and you looked at it instinctively. It was a message from Gary.

Good morning, beautiful. We still on for coffee later?

Your stomach turned as you read the text over and over again. You dropped her phone back on the nightstand and got out of her bed, throwing your half of the comforter on top of her. Melissa stirred, watching as you went around the room gathering your clothes.

“Hey, what’s the rush?” She asked, her voice hoarse from a mixture of sleep and the previous night’s activities.

“You told me you and Gary weren’t together. Why did you lie?” You didn’t halt your movements, throwing everything but your pants on the end of the bed.

Melissa sat up, gaze still on you. “What are you talking about, hon?”

You scoffed, “Don’t lie to me, Melissa. Gary just texted you. He wanted to know if you were still on for coffee.”

Her eyes widened and she picked up her phone, reading the text for herself. You rolled your eyes and began angrily pulling your pants on.

“Hon, I was meeting up with him to tell him we’re over.” She said, crawling to the foot of the bed to kneel in front of you.

“Bullshit.” You muttered, buttoning your pants.

Melissa’s hand reached up to cup your face and you jerked back, glaring at her. She dropped her hand, looking a bit hurt.

“Just look. Please?” She pleaded with you, holding up her phone for you to see. You huffed, looking at the phone screen. It was Melissa and Gary’s text messages, she told him she had something important to talk about and he seemed to be none the wiser, asking to go to a new coffee shop he heard about. She wasn’t lying. You felt guilty, all of the sudden. You had lashed out a bit and woke Melissa up for no reason.

“Sorry about that. I thought—“

“Don’t worry about it. I haven’t been the most upfront with you in the past, so I get it.” She interrupted, shrugging. She reached up again and this time you let her, leaning into her touch as she cupped your cheek.

“So that’s all it is? You’re breaking it off with him today?” You asked, she nodded.

“Yes. That’s it.”

You sighed, the anger and frustration that had rapidly built up slipping away by the second. She noticed the way your entire body relaxed from its previously tense state and gave you a warm smile.

“Why don't you let me apologize for scarin' ya?” She offered, a mischievous glint in her eyes as her hand left your cheek to hold your waist. “I’ll make you breakfast after.”

You couldn’t help but snicker at her, “I have to meet up with Mira for brunch at noon.”

“It’s only half past nine, hon.” Melissa raised up on her knees to begin kissing your neck, occasionally nipping at the sensitive skin.

“You’ll make me late.” You protested weakly as she began trying to pull you into bed.

“I’ll be quick.” She promised. You resolve weakened as Melissa sucked lightly on your pulse point and when she pulled away, you huffed. She didn't respond, only looked at you with that shit-eating grin.

"Super quick?" You echoed. This time when she tried to pull you into bed, you let her. She rolled over on top of you, still grinning.

"I'll be so quick, you'll be begging for more."

The biggest lie she ever said.

[leviathxn]

“Little Girl to Little Lady”

Dads best friend! Miguel x Younger! Fem! Reader

Warnings : Cock Warming, Age gap, oral, mentions of masturbation (and slight but very little), dirty talk? Breeding king (per usual lmao) and I forgot what else but it’s sex so

Summary : Miguel and you have always been close… but even closer now

It always annoyed me whenever people would say “you grew up so fast” or “I remember you when you were just a baby”. It was even worse when Miguel O’Hara, your dads best friend, would say it. He didn’t say it often, but when it was a late night of drinking with my father he would always say it to me, almost as if he was telling himself. Whenever he said it he sounded like he was trying to reason with himself rather than just making small talk or being an emotional drunk. It wasn’t like Miguel and I weren’t close either. In fact my dad had always left me at Miguel’s house to babysit when I was younger, no naturally I looked at him as an important older figure in my life.

Well actually I looked at him more than just a supportive adult. To say he wasn’t an attractive man was a total lie. He was gorgeous, body chiseled like a greed god. He was the reason I even got sex toys and explored my kinks. Because every night he would plague my mind as I got older.

He was 20 when I was born, was married and had his daughter, Gabriella at 25. His wife passed 5 years later when he was 30. It was heartbreaking to see him and Gabriella in such despair and pain. Me and my dad had visited more often. I had felt the pain as well, especially as a 10 year old. Dana was a mother figure to me ever since my mom had up and left after I was born. Naturally this led me to help take care of Gabriella and be a supportive woman in her life. She lost her mom and I didn’t want her to feel the  loneliness that I felt. I was (obviously) 5 years older than Gabriella so when I turned 15 I was able to babysit her alone when Miguel and my father had went out. I taught her about body and how she would be changing, helped her dress up and learn makeup. It was almost weekly that our parents would come home and find us cuddled together, sleeping with a movie on.

When I had turned 19 it was a little harder to visit Gabriella but I was always a text or phone call away if she ever needed me. My connection with her and Miguel was still very strong, as they came over for “family night” often. Obviously Miguel and my dad would drink while forgetting about whatever card or board game we were playing soon after. Gabriella started to get tired, it was around 10:30 as I put her to bed in my room. Whenever she fell asleep I would always share the bed with her. That’s what led me, Miguel and my dad to be downstairs, still drinking.

I didn’t drink really, Miguel and my dad knew this, never offering alcohol unless I specifically asked for it. I didn’t have a reason to drink, my social life never landing me at parties. When it came to relationships, I was hopeless. I was usually into older guys and besides a decent fuck, I didn’t see myself getting attached to them. At the end of the day, I always thought of Miguel when they were on top of me. It was shameful but most of the time the guys were too horny to even realize I wasn’t moaning their name.

I sat next to Miguel on the big couch as my dad sat in the arm chair to our right. He smiled as he listened to my dad, looking over at me. That’s when I heard the usual.

“Seeing you take care of my little Gabriella reminds me of when you were younger. You’re much more grown now though. A little Lady instead of a little girl”. I laughed as my dad finished his drink.

“Well Miguel? Let’s look at some baby photos!” My laugh abruptly stopped as my face flushed. I always objected, saying that Miguel has seen me as a kid so many times already, that he didn’t need to see anymore or be reminded. They always laughed me off as my dad took out the book.

“Even if I took care of you then, it’s nice to be reminded. I may still see you as a kid but the pictures remind me of how much you’ve grown”. There was that tone again. The one where he sounded like he was fighting himself to reason. But to reason over what? That I was a growing into a woman? Or that he thought I still acted like a kid? I grumbled as Miguel finished his beer and flipped through the photos with my dad. Even though I objected at first, it was nice laughing all together about my funny photos. As the night went on, my father slowly fell asleep on the couch, a smile on his face. I shook him awake, helping him to bed. As I came back down I saw Miguel still flipping through the book. I sat next to him again, looking over his shoulder.

Then there was a photo oh Miguel, feeding me cake as I sat in his lap. We both looked so young. I was probably around 6 in the photo, his frame still much larger than mine. He sighed, sliding his thumb over his bottom lip. I looked at him, as he looked at the photo for a good few minutes.

“Uhm.. Miguel is everything okay?” He glanced over to me, face flushed. I had never seen him look that way. He put his bottle down, next to the many other bottles…. I knew Miguel could drink but when did he finish so many? While we were looking at the photos? Miguel definitely wasn’t drunk but he was positively tipsy. He put his hand on my thigh, running it up and down my leg. I shuddered at his touch. “Miguel?”

“I would kill to have you in my lap like that again”. He said unwavering. I felt the heat rush to my face as he said it, I looked away and shifted awkwardly.

“M-Miguel where is this coming from?” He chuckled and stopped his hand at my upper thigh.

“The only reason I’m able to say this is because of what I heard you doing to yourself last night”. My face drained. He saw that? How much did he see? I was face down, ass up with a vibrator, is he talking about that? Or is he pulling my strings? Did he hear me moan his name?

“What are you talking about? I was in my room reading.” I said, my voice wavering. I wanted to seem convincing, I really did but I was so nervous under his gaze.

“Were you? That’s not what it sounded like… or what it looked like.” He shifted onto the ground, moving in between my legs. His arms on either side of me, trapping me on the couch. I couldn’t move. I was so nervous as my body trembled. “Did you imagine me eating you out? Or maybe you imagined me fucking you, hm? You were so loud.. just for me”. He kissed my legs, slowly inching towards my inner thigh. I slightly opened my legs on instinct. He chuckled and didn’t move any closer. “Use your words querida.” He said firmly as I shook my head. This was too embarrassing for me. Even being below me he had so much control over me. He shrugged his shoulders and began to get up. I panicked and grabbed his shoulders.

“P-please don’t leave…”. I pleaded. No matter how embarrassed I was, I have been wanting this for so long, so painstakingly long. He licked his lips as he got on his knees in front of me again. Kissing my thighs again. “I thought about you… uhm well I thought about you eating me out” I choked out. He already knew that I thought about him, no point in hiding it. He smirked into the kisses and slid his fingers to the hem of my shorts. He unbuttoned and unzipped them slowly. Miguel looked at me for conformation and I nodded my head. He pulled them down and off my body, leaving me in a shirt and panties. He brought his fingers to my clothed pussy, feeling the drenched fabric.

“Ahh so wet already. Were you thinking about me today?”. I nodded my head as he looked up at me. “Why? Tell me what made you think about me”. I felt embarrassed again, hoping he wouldn’t be mad about the answer.

“When I was putting Gabriella to bed I thought about having a family with you… a-and what it would feel like to have you put a baby in me”. His laugh was deep as he put his hands on my lower back and pulled me closer to him. His lips hovered over my panties, kissing my heat through the cloth. I twitched from the contact

“Oh my… you’ve got more of an imagination that I thought. Would you want to be a mother? Have my babies inside you?” I nodded my head again and he snarled. “Words cariño.” His tone was stern, not making things easy for me

“Yes, Miguel”. He nodded his head in approval before sliding my panties down and blowing over my heat. I yelped as the sensation, his breath was hot, and it made my body shudder. “Miguel please~”.

“Please what?” He asked teasingly as he inched even closer.

“Please eat me out”. He chuckled and latched his lips on my pussy. He took no time sliding his tongue in. He lapped at my juices as I threw my head back, gripping onto the couch. I whimpered while biting on my lip. I didn’t want Gabriella or my dad to wake up. He moved his hands to my thighs as he prevented them from clamping on his head as he continued to eat me out. His tongue did wonders and he moaned into me, letting the vibration of his moan toy with me. He spread my thighs further apart, allowing him to go deeper with his tongue. I didn’t think it was possible but the sliding of his tongue left me shaking. I wanted to squeeze my legs around him so bad, I wanted him to stay right there.

“Miguel more please~” I whispered, I was so scared to release a moan that I squeaked out the words. I was surprised he even heard me as his hands moved to my ass, allowing me to close my legs. I felt the knot from in my stomach as he continue to tongue fuck me. My legs squeezed around his head as I came in his mouth. He lapped up all of it, licking his lips. I panted as he chuckled and wiped his cheeks. He played with my juices on his fingers, putting them up to my mouth and making me taste myself.

“Was that good? I don’t think any guy your age could do as good as me”. He stated proudly as I nodded my head, still dazed from the sensation.

“I’ve only ever fucked older guys… but no guy has ever done that for me in the first place”. He scoffed

“Really? So un-classy… good thing I’m taking care of you from now on hm?” I giggled at his response. He was really getting an ego boost from this. He moved me from the couch and brought me upstairs to the guest bedroom.

Him and Gabriella were over so often that it was pretty much his. The only problem was that it was right nexts to my dads, and the walls weren’t exactly thick either. I reminded myself to stay quiet so we wouldn’t wake him. “Rest for a few minutes. Im gonna clean up downstairs and then I’ll come back up and give you what you really want”. I nodded my head, feeling my pussy throb and clench on nothing. He walked out of the room, my body trembling thinking about him. I wonder how big he is…. I mean I’m already much smaller than him so he would probably stretch me out.

I let my fingers slid down to my pussy, gliding over it. I let out a breath as I slid my fingers in, toying with my walls. I bit my lip again as I finger fucked myself to the thought of Miguel. He was amazing with his tongue but his dick would be 100x better. Hitting every spot, reaching deeper and deeper… then coating my walls with his seed-

My wrist was grabbed and my fingers were pulled out. I gasped at the sudden emptiness as I saw Miguel over me, licking my fingers. I stared up at him, watching him clean off my digits. He cleaned up that fast? Or was I imagining him for that long?

“Really? You couldn’t wait 5 minutes?” I looked away embarrassed. He chuckled pushing me flat on my back. He took his jeans off and tossed them across the room. He slid his boxers down just enough. Miguel stood at the edge of the bed and pulled me towards him. I yelled as I felt my pussy press against his cock. He finally lifted up my shirt, unclasping my bra. “God you look perfect”. He stared at my flushed face, hair sticking out everywhere with lustful eyes. My nipples hardened at the cold air, perking up. He left one hand on my waist for support, the other hand lining himself up. I wrapped my legs around him as he lined himself up with me. I gulped. The most I’ve taken in is 5 inches, Miguel was at least 8 and his girth…. He pushed his tip in and I gasped.

He continued to push himself into me, my pussy stretching more and more. Tears brimmed in the corner of my eyes. He cusped my cheek and wiped the tears. “You’re almost there querida, breathe”. He got half way before my pussy clenched again. He grunted before putting both hands on my waist. He rubbed circles, trying to help me relax. “Mi amor please you have to relax or else I can’t fuck you”. The words ‘mi amor’ rung throughout my head. My body relaxed as I thought about it. I didn’t know Spanish but I knew that much. My face heat up as I brought my hands to my face. Mi amor? Would he call me that even if we weren’t fucking? Did he like me? I mean I liked him, hell I loved him. Did I love him or did I just want him to fuck me?

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I felt his push the rest of himself inside of me, I moaned out loud before quickly covering my mouth. I wasn’t ready for it as he bottomed out. He chuckled as he brought his lips close to mine.

“What got you so distracted? It’s almost like you forgot that my dick was in you”. I blushed as he stayed in place, me basically just cock warming as he spoke.

“I- uhm…. You called me ‘mi amor’ and I started thinking”. I trailed off, looking away. I didn’t want to move or else I would moan again. His eyes widened at my reaction.

“(Y/N) look at me”. I hesitated. “Look at me now.” I turned my head and met his eyes. Before could explain myself he kissed my lips. But it was warm… so warm and loving. I kissed back, wanting to feel more of his passion. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him in deeper. As our kiss deepened he began to rock his hips into me. I moaned into his mouth, letting him slide his tongue in. He took immediate control and continued to fuck me.

He bottomed out quickly, beginning to pound into me. “Listen to me (Y/N), wether I had you in bed or not I love you”. I nodded my head and whimpered as he continue to fuck me. He moved his hands to my breast, latching onto my left one with his mouth and playing and twisting my right nipple. I tried so damn hard to stay quiet as his balls slapped against my ass. If I spoke now I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from making noise. “Say it mi amor”.

“I- I love you too Miguel-mphm!” He shoved his fingers into my mouth, moving his to leave hickies from my shoulders to the valley of my chest. His tip hit every spot, I felt every vein on his girth as he continued to pounded into me.

“Yeah? So that means I can put my babies in you? Fill you up with my cum all night? You would want that wouldn’t you. For me to use you as a cum dump”. A ray of yesses left my mouth, said so drunkenly. I was so dazed from his cock I couldn’t think straight. The drool started to pour out of my mouth as he pressed himself deeper and deeper. He has so much stamina. He grunted as he watched my tits bounce. “Don’t be too loud… your dad might wake up”.

Miguel put his hands on my waist, wanting to let my boobs bounce on their own. Lewd noises filled the room as I saw stars, eyes rolling back from the pleasure. He staggered, my pussy clenching on every bit of him. A knot formed in my stomach as I continued to pant and whimper. It took every ounce of will power not to break and scream out his name.

I felt the knot burst as I came, a moan escaping my lips. A few more stores and Miguel coated my walls. I felt the heat fill me up to the brim. He hovered over me before pulling his cock out. He watched as our mixed cum began to spill out of me. Miguel pressed his thumb to my hole, keeping in as much as he could.

“Don’t want any of it to go to waste right? Or else we’ll have to do this again”. He was met with silence. Well besides my pants as I stared up at the ceiling with half lidded eyes and drool still lining down my cheek. He stared at my fucked out appearance and admired his work. He went into the bathroom (connected to the guest room) and grabbed a towel. He cleaned us both up before putting on a pair of boxers. He ventured to my room as he grabbed me a pair of panties. He looked over to Gabriella, sleeping soundly. He smiled and kissed her forehead thinking about how good of a mom I would actually be.

Coming back to the guest room he saw me sitting up, cleaning up my face and hair. We smiled at each other as he helped me put the underwear on. He gave me one of his shirts as it would fit like a dress. Although the sheets were slightly stained, that was something he would worry about another time. He debated his options. He could sleep and cuddle with me and run the risk of my dad seeing us or he could send me upstairs to Gabriella. As safe as it sounded he decided to keep me with him, wanting to be with the woman he just talked about having a baby with. It’s the least he could do after he just fucked you like that.

He pulled me close and laid down with me, spooning me from behind. I used his arm as a pillow, his other hand resting on my stomach. I smiled as I closed my eyes, painfully tired after our “little stunt”. He watched me fall asleep before kissing my head and closing his eyes as well.

OKAYYY SO IVE BEEN WRITING THIS FOR A FEW HOURS NOW AND IF YOU GUYS WANT A PART 2 OF LIKE THE AFTERMATH THEN JUST LMK! I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED

If I do write a part two should I make the dad find out and have angst or basically keep it hidden until the reader is old enough to live on her own

PART 2 IS UP AND ITS FLUFF - I don’t know how to link it so bear with me please and just find it, it’s “Little Lady to Little Wife”

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Smitten - A Noah Sebastian One Shot

*image not mine, credit goes to owner*

Summary: Noah Sebastian, lead singer of Bad Omens, gets brought to his knees when he meets a fan at the VIP Meet & Greet after a show 🤭

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Warnings: 🔞+, language, heavy smut (kissing, fingering, oral, hair pulling, unprotected sex, creampie) - DO NOT READ IF UNDER 18

Word Count: 🙄

Dedicated to my gorgeous friend @lovexsleepyhead ❤️ Hope this was everything you wanted!

Enjoy! 🫠✨️

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The roar of the crowd was deafening as concert goers were packed in St. Marx venue for Bad Omens. Flames shot from pyrotechnics on the stage and the low level overhead lights bathed us all in crimson.

Noah Sebastian had everyone jumping, hands in the air, as he belted out the powerful lyrics to Dethrone. His long dark hair was wild about his lithe frame, creating a curtain to shield his dark features as the growl he let loose rocked me to my core, quite literally. The vibrations from his voice went straight to my clit.

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My hands were clammy, heart racing as I stood in line to get my picture taken with the band. Thier performance still had my ears ringing. I glanced down at my attire, suddenly feeling out of place. My simple lilac tank, white cardigan and jean capris wasn't exactly 'Bad Omens' worthy except the small messenger bag I donned.

When it was finally my turn, I approached them cautiously, gripping the strap to my bag nervously but also to keep myself from launching into Noah's arms; no touching the band. Who's fucked up rule was that? Noah's eyes widened when I got closer, his jaw slack. Jolly grinned at him, elbowing his ribs when he stopped talking mid-sentence. Against the rules, Noah automatically engulfed me in his embrace and I swear I died.

After photos, I thanked the band and a member of Security started to usher me away when Noah suddenly stopped him. The Security guard gave Noah a curt nod of understanding before motioning the other woman behind me to go around. I turned to Noah questioningly and he looked down at me, his expression one of hunger.

"Your name. I need your name...please", he softly begged. I nervously bit my lower lip, his eyes immediately following the movement and I swear he drooled.

"Kati", I barely whispered, my body slightly trembling in nervousness. My panties did nothing to help the situation as a wave of hot slick filled them.

"Beautiful...come with me", Noah said, tugging me after him and we all but ran past everyone else waiting for VIP photos.

"Noah! Yo, man, what the fuck?!", Nick called, arms open wide. Before I could apologize or really do much more, Noah pulled me into the green room, slamming and locking the door. I barely had time to register the dècor before Noah grabbed my head in his hands, fingers carding through my hair, crashing his lips to mine. Shock had me gasping. Noah took that as an invitation to thrust his tongue past my lips. My clit started throbbing as another wave of slick filled my panties.

Noah's lips left mine to trail hot kisses down the colum of my throat as his hands worked the button of my jeans and hauled them roughly down my legs along with my soaked panties.

"I need to fucking taste you, pretty", Noah said pushing me back until I sat down on the couch. His large tattooed hands spread my thighs and he wasted no time diving between them. His lips immediate sought my clit, wrapping around it as two long fingers pushed inside my wet heat, my walls clenching around them.

"Oh my God", I said, tipping my head back against the couch, eye rolling back.

"No God. Just me. Now pray", he said darkly, going back to his ministrations. He sucked my clit harder, flicking it with his tongue as he thrust his fingers in and out of my dripping pussy.

"Noah...pleasepleaseplease", I begged, my thighs clamping around his head as my orgasm washed over me, coating his fingers.

"That's it, pretty...come all over me...goddamn you fucking taste like heaven", Noah said, his own eyes rolling back into his head as he continued to eat me like a man starved. My thighs shook from the aftermath as Noah finally pulled away, freeing his cock from the tight confines of his jeans.

Crawling up my body, he lined himself up with my dripping entrance, thrusting easily inside me to the hilt and I screamed at the stretch. Noah reached over my head, gripping the back of the couch as he suddenly turned feral, thrusting in and out of my pussy that was sure to bruise. Gripping his arms for anchorage, another orgasm hit damn near causing me to black out. Noah's cock continued shuttling in and out of me.

Harder, deeper his cock reached and I screamed out as yet another orgasm washed over me and this one seemed to trigger Noah's as he suddenly stilled, cock pulsing to empty rope after thick rope of hot come inside my overstimulated cunt.

Coming down from our high, Noah pulled out slowly, tucking himself back into his jeans. He walked over to a set of lockers, pulling a clean towel from it and knelt back in front of me to clean me up, the gesture had my heart clenching.

"Guess this means we need to go on a date", Noah said finally and I smiled pulling him back on top of me with a promising kiss.

🥵🤭

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Little Miss Nobody Part 3 - A Gojo x Reader Fanfic

You’re a weak, lowly sorcerer who barely qualifies as an assistant, but you get the opportunity to work on a mission that includes THE Gojo Satoru. Unbeknownst to you, he finds you incredibly attractive despite privately looking down on you as a nobody. On the last night of the mission, he invites you to his hotel room. 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Any feedback or comments whatsoever is greatly appreciated! Thank you to @doumadono for the name Mystigram!

Smut. 18+. Gojo x short/thick/curvy fem Reader. Rough sex, oral sex (69), implied bondage/use of toys, mention of Gojo being bisexual. Just pretend the Shibuya Incident never happened!

You allowed yourself to grieve for one week. You took time off from work and spent those days crying, yelling at no one about how much of an asshole Gojo was, and eating ice cream from the carton to numb your pain. Once the week was over, you cleaned up, went back to work, and returned to your normal daily life. 

It still hurt to think about him, and despite your best efforts not to, you did still have the occasional intrusive thought. Sometimes you wondered if he regretted anything he said to you, or if he simply regretted ever meeting you. Sometimes you wondered what kind of mission he might be on and who was in his hotel room with him. Sometimes you dreamed about him, dreamed of his hands gripping your hips, his cock rough and powerful between your thighs. 

In a weak moment you decided to check his page on Mystigram. A few particularly tech savvy sorcerers had made a social media site just for Jujutsu sorcerers. It began as a way for sorcerers to stay connected to their coworkers and share information, but it had grown to be something used for networking, planning social outings, and getting to know sorcerers from different branches.  

You’d looked at Gojo’s page before of course, back before you met him, when you were just a curious fan. He mostly shared memes about Jujutsu society, pictures from the places he’d traveled for work, and photos of the various treats and desserts he discovered at different restaurants and shops. There were occasional selfies, almost always with his sunglasses rather than his blindfold, and a few photos of him with friends. He often had his arms casually thrown around Ieiri Shoko and Nanami Kento, with both of them generally looking annoyed. 

You scrolled through his page, feeling desperate and pathetic as you searched for any sign that he felt anything at all about what happened between you. Even him sharing a vague, sort of sad quote or meme would have satisfied you. There was a four day period immediately following your last encounter where he didn’t post anything at all, but he could have simply been busy with work. 

One of his most recent posts was a selfie of him pulling down his shades and looking at the camera with gorgeous, bedroom eyes. It was the first one you’d seen with his eyes clearly visible, and it made you ache in more ways than one. The caption read, “The real reason I keep my eyes covered is to keep the whole world from instantly falling in love with me!” What a Gojo thing to say. 

His students had responded with laughing emojis (and in a couple of cases, barfing emojis). Ieiri Shoko commented with only a gif of a woman dramatically rolling her eyes. Nanami Kento commented with one word: “Disgusting.” You found the interactions charming, but also felt sad when you realized you’d never be a part of that group, a part of Gojo’s life. You’d never be able to casually talk and joke with him like the others did. 

Just once, during a night when you couldn’t sleep, you actually wondered if you should have just let him keep using you for sex. You thought about the “weekend of debauchery” he’d mentioned and imagined what it would have been like. Did he really want to tie you up in his basement? And why did the thought of that make you wet? 

You finally fell asleep right after thinking these things, and had a nightmare in which he kept telling you how unworthy you were to be his girlfriend, as he walked off with a glamorous, powerful woman on his arm. 

When you awoke, you had renewed resolve that you made the right decision to walk away from him.

Nearly a month after your second time sleeping with him, you crossed paths with him on the street. He was wearing his blindfold, but he pulled it down as he stopped in front of you and asked how you were doing. 

You wished he hadn’t. You didn’t want to see his eyes. You gave a vague, cordial reply and continued walking down the street, taking deep and steady breaths to keep yourself from bursting into tears until you could get far enough down the street to dart into a cafe. You bought a coffee just for an excuse to be there, but left it untouched on the counter and instead rushed into the restroom to cry in private. 

Seeing him hurt. Hearing his voice hurt. The fact that he didn’t seem bothered at all, that he had absolutely no hesitation in speaking to you, as if you were just friendly acquaintances, hurt. Deeply. But you pulled yourself together, dried your eyes, and walked out of the cafe with your head up. 

It would take time to fully heal, as all wounds to the heart did. 

Three weeks later, you met a grade one sorcerer on a mission who asked you to have dinner with him sometime. His name was Haruto, and he was kind to you. Handsome in a completely different way than Gojo, he was respected and liked among the assistants for his down to earth attitude. You accepted the dinner invite, and soon after, the two of you began dating. 

You liked him, but so far you hadn’t fallen in love with him. You kept waiting to feel that burning passion you felt for Gojo, that ache to be in his arms, but it hadn’t happened yet. Still, a slow burn romance might be a better fit for you, and you enjoyed Haruto’s company enough to date him a while longer and decide how you felt. It was clear that he wanted to be intimate with you, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to do that yet, not so soon after your experience with Gojo. But Haruto was patient, never pressuring you. 

As time passed by and the season changed from autumn to winter, you thought less and less about Gojo.

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Gojo wasn’t dealing with the fallout from his last hookup with Little Miss Nobody very well. He’d went through several different reactions, from anger at her for saying the things she said to guilt for saying the things he said to her. At first he tried to convince himself that he’d done nothing wrong. He’d been honest with her about the sort of relationship they could have. His only mistake was in telling her that after fucking her again. 

Just like before, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Despite being busier than ever with missions and his teaching job, his mind kept wandering to her. He worried she would do something reckless on a mission. She wasn’t a fighter, but she clearly wouldn’t hesitate to endanger herself to save someone. He admired the courage that took, but he found himself wishing she would just be a coward from now on. She didn’t have the strength to back up that desire to protect. 

Sometimes he laid awake at night, jacking off while remembering their encounters. It was almost too easy to get off, picturing her with her hands tied behind her back, her face pressed into the pillows. Every time he wore his blindfold, he remembered how it had looked around her wrists. 

Then, he saw her on the street one day. He spotted her from across the road, but she hadn’t noticed him yet. She looked like every wet dream he’d ever had, jeans tight over her perfect ass, a form-fitting sweater with a cutout right over her ample cleavage. She looked soft and squeezable. Pliable. His first thought was that he wanted to pull her into his arms and just hold her. His second was that he wanted to hear her voice. 

He crossed the road and approached her, trying to act as casual as possible. When she looked at him, there was an instant where she looked stunned, but she quickly covered that up with a pleasant smile. He pulled his blindfold down and said, “Hey, how’ve you been?”

It was petty of him, he knew, but he knew she liked his eyes. He wanted her to see them again, perhaps to make her want him again. There were plenty of hotels in the area and-

“I’ve been good,” she said, her face frozen in that same mild expression. “Thank you for asking.”  

And then she was gone, walking away quickly and then going into a cafe down the street. He thought briefly of following her, trying to talk to her again, but abandoned the idea. She clearly didn’t want to talk to him, and he wouldn’t press her into a situation that upset her. 

He’d left feeling frustrated, in several different ways. Finally, he grew desperate enough to talk to his friend about what was going on. But when he’d gone to Shoko for advice, she had been blunt with him as usual. 

“Are you a fucking moron?”

He gaped at her. “Huh?!”

Shoko took a drag of her cigarette and regarded him with a withering stare. “You find a girl who’s sweet, brave, laughs at your shitty jokes, who fucking bakes, and likes it rough? And you manage to screw it up? You’re hopeless.”

Gojo was sitting on a bench in the outdoor area of the high school, near some vending machines. He leaned back, slapping his forehead as Shoko stood beside him. “I don’t know where I screwed up,” he said, “I just told her the truth.”

“You told her she wasn’t good enough for you immediately after fucking her. Do you think anyone wants to hear that?”

He glanced up at his friend. “I didn’t say that to her.”

Shoko met his eyes. “Did you deny it?”

He sat there silently for a moment, thinking. “I didn’t know how to respond to that,” he finally said. “I don’t think she’s not good enough for me. If anything, she’s way too good.”

“Then what’s the issue?”

“It’s not about her as a person, or even me as a person. Maybe I’m being a narcissistic asshole. But I feel like I should be with someone closer to my level in terms of status, you know?”

She shook her head. “No, I don’t know.”

Gojo sighed. “I just… can’t imagine myself with an assistant who can barely use cursed energy. She’s weak. She’s not from a sorcerer family…”

“Geto wasn’t from a sorcerer family,” Shoko pointed out. “That didn’t seem to bother you.”

Gojo looked at her suddenly. Shoko rarely mentioned their departed friend. “Suguru was strong. At one point as strong as me,” he replied. 

“So?” Shoko asked. “A lot of people would call me weak. I sure as hell can’t fight.”

He stared at her, realizing she was making excellent points. Why did it matter what someone’s status was? He never cared about status when it came to picking friends, so why care now? Maybe he had to face the fact that he’d gotten too full of himself over the years. He’d started looking down on those who were weak within Jujutsu society, even if he felt no ill will toward them. 

He looked at Shoko, who was a precious friend, and couldn’t imagine looking down on her, even though she was exponentially weaker than him. Then he remembered Little Miss Nobody’s crying face, and he realized how monumentally stupid he’d been. 

“I seriously fucked up, didn’t I?”

Shoko exhaled, smoke drifting around her face. “Sure did.”

He leaned forward on the bench, resting his hands on his thighs. “Any ideas on how to fix this?”

“For starters, you better be damn sure of what you want,” she told him. “I’m serious, Gojo. Don’t toy with her again. Don’t contact her, don’t stir up her feelings, and for God’s sake don’t fuck her unless you’re sure you want to start something serious with her.”

Gojo nodded. “I’m sure.” He’d never felt more certain of anything. He saw her face everywhere he looked. He heard her voice in his dreams. He hadn’t even been able to fuck anyone else since her. He’d tried once and couldn’t finish, and boy was that embarrassing. 

“Then call her,” Shoko said. “Apologize, tell her you were wrong.”

“I don’t have her number,” Gojo said, remembering with a small degree of shame how she’d shyly offered it to him after their first time together and how he’d rejected it. 

“We can probably find it,” Shoko told him, digging into the pocket of her white coat for her cell phone. “I have a couple of friends who work at her branch.”

Gojo perked up, listening as Shoko called someone and made a bit of small talk before asking if they knew Little Miss Nobody. Shoko gave him a thumbs up, and asked the person to text the number over. Then he heard Shoko say, “Oh, she is? Right now?”

After the call ended, Shoko said, “They’re sending the number over but they said she’s in Tokyo right now. She’s supposedly meeting some friends for drinks at that bar for sorcerers in Ikebukuro.”

Gojo stood up. This was the perfect opportunity. He could talk to her in person, apologize properly and see if this could be fixed. He knew exactly where the bar was, having gone there to hang out with Shoko and Utahime just one week prior. He thanked Shoko for her help and hurried over to the bar. 

It wasn’t very crowded yet when Gojo arrived. It was late afternoon, and customers wouldn’t start pouring in until at least seven. He scanned the room for her when he first walked in, and quickly spotted her sitting amongst several other sorcerers in a corner booth. She was smiling, and he was glad to see her happy. 

He took a seat at the bar and ordered a soda, then tried to keep from attracting any attention. It didn’t happen all the time, but occasionally people recognized him and acted like they’d seen a celebrity. He supposed he was the closest thing Jujutsu society had to a celebrity, and while he usually found it flattering to be approached in that way, today he hoped no one noticed him. He planned to wait for her to go to the rest room or even to the bar. He didn’t want to approach her when she was surrounded by people. 

So he sat, and waited, and watched. After several minutes, he noticed that the man sitting to her right was a little too handsy with her. The man kept touching her arm and subtly leaning closer to her. Gojo didn’t like that, but she didn’t seem to mind. She was a little naive about things like that, so maybe she didn’t even notice. 

But the more he watched and listened, the more a knot tied itself together in his stomach. She was also leaning toward the man, giggling at something he said, playfully slapping his arm. Then, the man threw his arm around her, and she smiled, doing nothing to push it away. 

The realization hit Gojo like a punch to the face. She was with this man, romantically. Gojo was too late. He’d spent too much time being an egotistical jackass, and now she’d moved on. He couldn’t blame her. She had the right to pursue happiness with someone else. But where did that leave him? He sighed and lowered his head. For the first time in his life he considered trying to get drunk. 

He heard chattering from her table and glanced over. Little Miss Nobody, as well as the rest of the women in the group, were leaving together. Something about going to see a movie together. Gojo moved to the other side of the bar before they got near, making sure not to be seen. He watched her walk out, and it felt like she was stomping on his heart with each step she took. 

The thought occurred to him that he could potentially take her away from the man. If Gojo talked to her, maybe she’d decide she liked him more. But should he do that? She seemed happy. What right did he have to burst back into her life and possibly screw it up?

While he sat there, deep in thought, he almost didn’t notice the man she’d been with coming to sit at the bar, just a few seats down. But he did notice, and he couldn’t help paying attention to him. 

The man’s friend, the only other man who’d been at the table, sat down next to him. 

“Any luck yet?” the friend asked. 

The man shook his head and took a drink from his glass. “Nope. She’s still holding out. I think she’s hung up on some ex boyfriend or something, but she won’t say it.”

Gojo’s ears felt like they were on fire. His full attention was now on this conversation, but he sipped his Coke and pretended not to be listening. 

The friend laughed. “Sucks to be you, dude. You score a hot girlfriend and can’t even fuck her.”

The man laughed too. “I’ll wear her down. She’ll be sucking my dick soon enough.”

Gojo’s hand gripped the glass so hard, he had to force himself to calm down to avoid shattering it. 

Then the friend said something else, and Gojo felt his skin prickling with rage. 

“Don’t forget to record it when you finally get her naked. You promised you’d show off the goods.”

The man nodded. “Don’t worry, I’ve got cameras hid around my bedroom already. She doesn’t have a clue.”

“Good,” the friend replied, “cause I’ve been dying to see those tits for months.”

They both laughed, and Gojo stood up from his seat. He walked the few steps over to the two men and stood looming over them. He was wearing sunglasses instead of his blindfold, but he was still recognizable to most people who noticed him. The man she’d been with gaped up at him. “Gojo?”

Gojo grinned widely. “I couldn’t help but overhear you guys,” he said in a friendly tone. “Can you share those recordings with me when you make them?”

The men glanced at each other, looking like students who’d been caught smoking by a teacher who then asked for a cigarette. 

“You… want me to send you recordings? Of my girlfriend?”

Gojo’s grin was probably becoming more frightening as the moments passed. “Well you’re sharing them with your buddy, right? What’s one more?”

The man shrugged, still looking a little uneasy. “Sure, why not? Give me your number.”

Gojo kept staring at him. “So she has no idea you plan to do this?”

The man must have mistaken Gojo’s slightly unhinged expression for perversion. He laughed and said, “She’s clueless. Totally naive. Wait till you see her! Huge tits, fat ass, cute face. She’d be a perfect porn star.”

The friend chuckled and added, “Hell, I guess she will be after this. We could make a fortune selling the videos!”

That was enough. That was all Gojo could bear to listen to. He’d let the guy dig a big enough hole for himself. “Call her,” he said in a low voice, and both men looked at him with confusion. 

“What?”

Gojo’s smile was gone. He pulled off his shades and glared at the man. “Call her. Tell her you need to see her in private. It’s urgent.”

The man didn’t move, he just stared up at Gojo as if he’d sprouted another head. 

Gojo leaned down. “I think she has the right to know about this, don’t you?”

The man looked positively horrified. A bead of sweat ran down his face. “You want me to tell her? I can’t do that! She’ll-“

Gojo looked at the man the way he would look at a curse that had just attacked him, and the man’s words died in his throat. Gojo put one hand on the man’s shoulder. “I said call her. Right fucking now.”

The man’s fingers were trembling as he pulled his phone from his pocket. As he began dialing, Gojo pointed at the friend. “And you, if you ever so much as glance at her again, I’ll rip your eyeballs out of your fucking head.”

****************

You were standing in line with three of your friends to buy tickets for a movie when one of them asked how things were going with Haruto.

“Okay I guess,” you answered. “I’m still not sure how I feel about him. I like him, but I don’t think I’m in love with him.”

Your friend Sumi smiled reassuringly. “Give it a little more time. You guys are still getting to know each other.”

Aiko, another friend that you had been on many missions with, sighed and patted your back. “You’re still holding out for Gojo Satoru, aren’t you?”

Sumi and the third friend Keiko looked surprised, and you instantly reddened. “Huh? Gojo? What do you mean?”

Sumi asked, looking from Aiko to you. 

“They hooked up,” Aiko said, “twice.”

You looked at her with wide eyes. You’d never told her about that. “How did you know?”

She grinned. “Actually I just suspected it, but now you’ve confirmed it.”

You winced, but she laughed and went on. “The first mission we were all three on, you left the sushi joint with his arm around you on the last night. Doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what happened. Especially with his reputation. Then the second time, you two disappeared together in the middle of a mission.”

Sumi and Keiko stared at you for a moment. When you didn’t deny anything Aiko said, they launched into a string of rapid questions. 

“How was it?”

You shrugged. “Uh, nice?”

“Is he good in bed?”

“…. Yes.”

“Does he really have a huge dick?”

You blushed, but nodded, and the girls made a squealing sound. 

“I heard he keeps his sunglasses on during sex. Is that true?”

“I asked him to take them off,” you answered. 

“Can’t believe you scored him twice,” Aiko said, interrupting the interrogation. “From what I’ve heard, he never sleeps with the same person more than once.”

You blinked. “Really?”

Aiko nodded. “Yeah, he’s a one and done kinda guy. Guess he doesn’t want to get serious with anyone. Speaking of which, you should be careful. Don’t get too involved with him. He doesn’t seem like the type of guy to settle down, from what everyone says about him.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Thanks.”  You gave a vague answer. Aiko had no idea what had really happened between you and Gojo. You hadn’t realized that being a repeat lover for him was so rare. You wondered what the girls would think if they knew he’d invited you to spend the weekend at his place. 

But all that was over, you reminded yourself. You and Gojo were over. You had more respect for yourself than to be flattered by a guy, even one as amazing as Gojo, wanting to use you as a sex friend. 

Your phone suddenly rang, and you fished it out of your purse to see who the caller was, thankful for the distraction. It was Haruto, and you felt a little guilty that you’d just been talking and thinking about another man. You answered, and his voice sounded strained on the other end. 

“I need to see you,” he was saying, the words coming out a little too quickly. “It’s urgent.”

“Right now? But we were just together,” you said, confusion building in your mind. You hoped he wasn’t just trying to get you in bed. His attempts had started to feel a little pushy lately. 

“It’s important,” he said. “I’ve rented a hotel room near the bar so we can talk privately.”

“Haruto, I’m really not comfortable going to a hotel with you.”

“It’s not what you’re thinking, I swear,” he told you, his voice sounding frantic. “I just… need to talk to you. And it has to be in person. Okay?”

You sighed. “Alright. If it’s just to talk.”

After you ended the call, you got a text from Haruto with the name of the hotel and the room number. You told your friends what happened and waved goodbye to them before heading back to see what was so urgent. 

As you walked down the carpeted hallway of the hotel, you felt a faint feeling of panic, like something might be very wrong. Had Haruto received bad news? Or perhaps he’d grown tired of waiting and had decided to break up with you. The thought made you feel relieved rather than worried, and you thought that was a bad sign for your relationship. 

You reached room 404 and took a deep breath before knocking. A few seconds later, the door opened, and Haruto stood on the other side. He looked terrible! His face was damp with sweat, his skin was pale, his eyes darted about like a frightened animal’s. “Haruto?” you asked. “What’s wrong?”

He stepped back and motioned you in without a word. When you stepped through the door, your breath caught in your throat. 

Sitting on the edge of the bed was Gojo. No blindfold or sunglasses, which was rare, and his face looked deadly serious, which was even more rare. He stood up as Haruto shut the door behind you. 

“Gojo? What are you doing here? What’s going on?”

Gojo’s expression softened when he looked at you. “I overheard your boyfriend talking to his buddy at the bar after you left. I think you deserve to know what he was saying.”

You looked curiously at Haruto. He wrung his hands nervously and looked at the floor. 

“Haruto,” Gojo said, and there was a coldness to his tone that you’d never heard before. It was like that one word alone was the most terrifying threat in the world. 

Haruto nearly jumped at the sound, then he finally looked you in the face. “Alright! Fuck it, I’ll admit it! I have cameras hidden all over my bedroom. I was gonna record us whenever I could talk you into sleeping with me!”

You stared at him, hearing the words but not processing them. “Record us? What are you talking about?”

“I was gonna make videos of you without telling you,” he said. 

Gojo chimed in. “Tell her what you were gonna do with the videos, Haruto.”

Haruto was avoiding your gaze again. “I was gonna share them with my friends. And maybe sell them online.”

Ah. So that was it. He didn’t like you. He didn’t care about you at all. He just wanted to sleep with you, just like Gojo. Just like all the guys who approached you in high school and even now. Only this was much worse. He wanted to share your intimate moments with others against your will. Thank god you hadn’t slept with him. 

You glared at him, your face feeling hot with humiliation and your eyes becoming wet. All this had to happen in front of Gojo! Haruto took a step toward you. “I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t-“

“Stop,” you said, cutting him off. “I don’t want to hear another word. Stay away from me.”

He must have known you were serious by the look on your face. His expression changed from guilt to annoyance. “Fine. Whatever. I was only interested in you for your tits anyway. Not like you’ve got anything else I want.” 

Gojo stepped over to Haruto and shoved him toward the door. “Alright, you can get the fuck out now, you useless piece of shit.”

Haruto flinched at the harshness of Gojo’s voice, and was out the door in seconds. Now alone in the room with Gojo, you turned your back to him so he couldn’t look at your face. You were already embarrassed enough. 

“Thank you for warning me about him,” you said, trying and failing to keep your voice steady. You wanted to leave, but you also wanted to give Haruto enough time to be gone by the time you got down to the hotel lobby. You definitely didn’t want to run into him again. 

You heard Gojo’s footsteps coming closer to you, then his voice, so much softer than before, asking, “Are you okay?”

Wiping your eyes, you turned to face him, surprised that he was already so close. “I’ll be fine,” you said with a fake smile plastered on your mouth. Then you stepped toward the door to leave. 

Gojo suddenly grabbed your wrist. “Wait,” he said, “I was at the bar tonight because I knew you’d be there. I wanted to talk to you.”

You pulled your hand free of his gentle grip. Tears were still burning your eyes. “Please, I can’t handle this right now,” you told him. 

“Handle what?”

“You telling me again how I don’t meet your standards but you’ll lower yourself enough to fuck me sometimes. I get it, okay? Just please leave me alone.”

Gojo just stared at you, a hurt expression on his face. “I guess I deserve that,” he said. “But no, I came to apologize. I was wrong. I was an idiot, a dumbass, whatever you wanna call me. I said a lot of stupid shit that hurt you, and I’m sorry. If it’s not too late, could we start over?”

Your heart was doing flip flops. You’d longed to hear him say those words, but… after what just happened with Haruto, you had to be more careful. 

You looked away from him, not wanting to let him charm you with those beautiful eyes of his. “Do you want me as a sex friend?

Or something more?”

He moved closer, close enough to put his hands on your shoulders. “You’re all I can think about when we’re apart. I miss the way we talked during that first mission, the way you laughed. I want us to go back to that. I want to see where this goes. So I guess I’m asking if you’ll be my girlfriend.”

You turned away from him. “I’d love to, but I can’t be a secret, Gojo. If you can’t tell anyone about us-“

“I’ll tell the whole world!”

You looked at his face. “What?”

He looked totally serious. “I’ll tell everyone. I want everyone to know.”

You almost dove into his arms, but something held you back. “It’s easy to say that here, right now, in a hotel room. Will you still say that in the morning?”

He hesitated for a moment, and you felt that familiar sense of dread. But then he pulled out his phone and closed the distance between you. He wrapped one arm around you and pulled your face closer to his, then he kissed your cheek. At the same time, his other hand held up his phone and took a selfie of the two of you.  

He pulled away and began tapping on his phone, leaving you stunned into silence. Then, your phone chimed. You pulled it out and found a notification that you’d been tagged in a post on Mystigram. With trembling fingers, you opened it to see. 

Gojo had posted the picture of him kissing your cheek to his page, and tagged you in it. The caption read: “Me and my hot girlfriend! Try not to be jealous!”

Your eyes flew back to his face. He was grinning at you. The post started getting comments immediately. 

Itadori Yuji: Congrats, sensei! 😁

Kugisaki Nobara: Ugh, she’s way too pretty for you! 

Ieiri Shoko: Try not to fuck this up.

You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling. But you had one more question. 

“What made you change your mind?”

Gojo was laughing as he read over the comments pouring in. “Oh, it just took Shoko talking some sense into me. I was going crazy, worrying about you being on missions, wondering what you were doing, craving your homemade sweets… so I went to her for advice. She’s always had a way of making me see logic.”

“You told her about me?”

“We’ve been friends since high school. Of course I told her,” he said. Then he laughed again. “I told Nanami too but I don’t think he was paying much attention. I was mid sentence when he said, ‘Please stop telling me about your sordid escapades. I’m going to vomit.’ And that was all he had to say about it.”

He’d told his friends about you. He’d been worried enough about this situation to consult them. And he didn’t mind those closest to him knowing about you, even before realizing he’d been wrong. Those thoughts warmed your heart. 

Before you knew it, you were crying again, so overwhelmed with emotion. Gojo dropped his phone on the bed and wrapped his arms around you. “So? Are we a couple now?” he asked. 

You nodded against his chest, and his arms tightened slightly. “Great,” he said, stroking your hair. “Want me to fuck you?”

A laugh escaped your lips, and the tears stopped. You pulled back and looked up at him. “So romantic.”

He leaned down and kissed you. “I’ve been dreaming about rearranging your insides,” he whispered, his voice tingling in your ear. “Have you been dreaming about me?”

You kissed him back, tasting his lips. “Yes,” you breathed out. 

“What were you dreaming?” he asked, his voice turning husky as his hands began to roam over your body. 

“Ahh,” you moaned as he kissed your neck. “It’s… embarrassing…” You had been dreaming about him. A lot. Most of it had been quite filthy.

One of his hands slipped under your dress, rubbing up your bare thigh and then squeezing your ass. “Embarrassing? Heh. I’m gonna have to fuck that shyness out of you.”

That sounded fun, you thought, raising your arms to allow him to pull your dress over your head. You unzipped his jacket, your hands desperately trying to get his clothes off as fast as possible. 

The jacket discarded, he pulled his black T-shirt off next, then stood back to look at you in your silky black underwear. “Seriously,” he said, “tell me what you want. I’ll make it happen, whatever it is. Any fantasy, any dirty idea that pops into your head. I wanna hear it.”

You looked at the floor and muttered something. 

“What was that?”

You stepped closer and met his gaze. “I said… I want you in my mouth.”

His beautiful eyes widened, and there was a glimmer of excitement in them as he grinned and said, “Holy fuck, I hit the jackpot!”

***********

Gojo was lying on his back in the bed, completely nude, his naked girlfriend halfway across him, her warm, wet mouth greedily sucking his cock. He raised his head up to watch. He couldn’t imagine a more lovely sight than her soft, full lips sliding down his shaft. 

He moved one hand down to touch her hair, just happy to have her within reach. She glanced sideways at him, her face tinted pink. How cute of her to be shy even while deep throating him. 

He’d had plenty of blowjobs in his life, even given a few, but this… this was different. Was it because he’d formed an emotional connection to her? He felt so much affection for her that simply being touched by her at all felt far better than anything he’d experienced with anyone else. 

Well, with one exception, but he wasn’t ready to think about that, to compare them. He’d tucked those memories into a neat little box in the back of his mind where they could remain untouched and protected. 

But this wasn’t enough. He wanted to taste her too. He grabbed hold of her legs and swung them up and over him, so that she was lying face down on top of him, her head at his groin and his at hers. She gave a little cry of surprise and drew her knees forward to lift herself off him, but that only spread her thighs apart and gave him easier access. 

“G-Gojo, what are you doing?” Her voice sounded so flustered. He could practically hear the embarrassed arousal. 

“I thought I told you to call me Satoru,” he murmured, pressing his lips ever so gently to her heated, quivering flesh. She jerked, but he grabbed her hips and held her in place. He waited, feeling her taut legs relax slowly, giving her time to get used to this extremely intimate position. 

“Don’t stare at me,” she said in a shy voice, then he felt her lips around his cock again. 

“Oh I’m gonna do so much more than stare,” he said back, using his fingers to open her folds. “I’m gonna do so many embarrassing things to you…” He ran his tongue over her open slit, tasting the plentiful juices. She was drenched, and deliciously sweet. He felt her body twitch nervously, but her mouth never slacked off. He felt her tongue lapping at his tip, her soft hands squeezing wherever they could. 

Her clit was so cute, sitting there so glossy with his saliva and her fluids, completely defenseless to him. His thumb rubbed over it, then he prodded it with his tongue, drawing circles around it. 

She shifted, her mouth leaving his dick long enough for her to moan out, “Satoru… I’m… I’m about to…”

He licked her clit again, slowly. “You can cum first,” he said.

She wiggled a bit in his grasp, but then took him into her mouth again, stifling her own moans. She took him so far in it felt like he was being swallowed, and the little gagging sound she made sent shivers through his entire body. Now it felt like a competition, and Gojo never lost. 

His tongue was on her clit again, and he pushed two fingers inside her, curling them in a way that made her thighs tremble on either side of him. He felt himself slide out of her mouth, and then her tongue was gliding over him from base to tip. He could feel his cock twitching under her touch, but he kept himself under control. Then, he heard her sweet little voice say, “Satoru… cum in my mouth… please?”

Fuck, she wasn’t playing fair! His breath hitched in his throat, a shudder rippling through him, but he wasn’t defeated just yet. He leaned up and lapped at her clit again, gently, slowly, feeling her clenching his fingers, and then he grazed his teeth over it, lightly pulling on the tiny nub. 

She moaned around his cock, her legs shaking, and he knew he’d won. He kept pumping his fingers into her as she rode out her orgasm, her lips still around the base of his cock. With no more reason to hold back, he let the feeling of her hot mouth overwhelm him, and he came straight into her throat. 

He let his head fall back onto the pillow as he panted, and she took the opportunity to turn her body around so that her legs fell off the side of the bed, her face still buried in his crotch. She waited until he was completely empty before she removed her mouth, but a few strings of cum were drizzling down his cock. He held his head up enough to look down at her as she licked him clean.

When finished, she straightened up, sitting on her knees beside the bed. She looked like an angel, or a goddess. How could he have ever thought he was out of her league? How did it take him so long to realize how amazing she was? He’d been a fucking fool. 

He sat up in the bed and smiled at her. “Take a shower with me?”

She blushed. “A shower? I guess so.”

He laughed. “How are you shy after everything we’ve done? I had my face shoved in your pussy just now.”

She turned beet red. “Ahhh! Don’t say that! I was trying not to think about it!”

He stood up from the bed and pulled her into a hug, their naked bodies pressed against each other. “Do you still doubt how hot you are? You can’t even imagine how many times I’ve jacked off while thinking about you.”

She looked up at him. “Really?”

He gave her a quick kiss on the lips. “Really.”

She smiled then, and took his hand as they walked into the bathroom. 

**************

You were still nervous about showering with Gojo. It felt like such a private thing to do, but he seemed really into the idea, so you agreed. He joked around as he turned the water on, pretending he didn’t know how to work the knobs and “accidentally” spraying himself in the face. He was trying to put you at ease, and it was mostly working. You found yourself giggling at his antics as you both stepped into the large, walk-in shower. 

Before you could even reach for the small bottle of shampoo sitting in a tiny corner shelf, Gojo suddenly shoved your back against the glass shower door and kissed you passionately, his mouth overtaking your own. The steamy water was spraying both your bodies, soaking his shiny hair, running down his torso. Without even looking, you knew he was hard again, the large erection pressing against your stomach. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck and his hands slipped under your thighs, lifting you up so that your legs could wrap around his body. You were pinned against the shower door when you felt him push inside you, deeply, roughly, the way you loved it. Your back collided with the glass with every powerful thrust, an ache you’d been craving building between your legs as he pounded into you. 

You were going to be covered in bruises after this, but that thought only turned you on even more. Gojo had that wild look in his eyes, the one that almost made you cum on the spot. You wanted him to break you. It wasn’t that you were a masochist. It wasn’t pain that excited you, but rather watching him lose control, seeing that unhinged expression and knowing you had that effect on him, that you could drive him mad with your body. The pain, the bruises, they were just the evidence. 

Burying your face in his neck, you tried to muffle your moans, your breaths shuddering. He was making such lovely grunts and growls, his fingers digging into your soft thighs. You chanced a peek at his face, and he looked like an entirely different person from the man who’d just been joking around with you. His wet hair was partially covering one eye, the other practically glowing with uncontrolled lust, his lips parted, teeth showing as ragged breaths pushed through them. 

God, he was beautiful. Frighteningly so. Inhumanly so. For the second time, you wondered if he actually was a god that had been banished to earth. He certainly fucked like one. 

Your legs slipped from his waist, the water making it hard to keep your grip, and they dangled helplessly above the floor. He didn’t even seem to notice that he was holding more of your weight as he plowed into you, every thrust feeling deeper than the last. Your arms were still around his neck, but your strength was failing you. You clasped your hands tightly and leaned your face up to kiss him. His mouth was hungry upon yours, his tongue shoving its way in. 

When you came, your arms fell to your sides and your body went limp in his arms, quivering with pleasure as he kept fucking you. His grip on you tightened, and after several more minutes of being slammed into the glass door, you felt his whole body stiffen. Then, you felt hot cum shoot deeply inside you as Gojo groaned. 

He stayed inside you for several more minutes, even after he’d finished cumming. It was like he didn’t want to separate from you, but eventually he pulled out and set you back on your feet. You legs gave way immediately, as if they were made of spaghetti, but Gojo caught you. He held you gently until you regained your strength, then he reached you the soap with a grin. 

“I’ll wash your back if you wash mine,” he said. 

You laughed, taking the soap from him as he turned his toned back to you. 

An hour later, you were both dressed and sitting on the bed in the hotel room, talking about what each of you had been up to lately. During a lull in the conversation, you leaned your head over on his shoulder and whispered, “Is this real?”

“Hmm?”

You hesitated, then said, “I keep waiting for you to say this won’t work out.”

He wrapped an arm around you. “I’m not gonna lie and say this will be easy. I travel a lot for missions, and my teaching job is important to me, but we can make it work. We’ll spend time together whenever we can. Speaking of which… wanna come to my place next weekend?”

You laughed, feeling the tension dissipate from your body. “For pancakes? Sure.”

“And debauchery,” he said. “Don’t forget the debauchery.”

****************

Epilogue:

The first thing you thought when you arrived at Gojo’s house was, “Holy shit, it’s huge!”

Gojo stepped up beside you and gave you a peck on the cheek. “That’s what she said.”

You giggled at his silly joke and let him lead you inside. The house was of an old fashioned design, with a closed in yard, sliding doors, tatami floors, the whole works. It was a sprawling estate that looked as if it would have dozens of servants roaming the halls. 

“You really live here all by yourself?”

He shook his head as he laid out some slippers for you to change into, then pulled off his own shoes. “I have an apartment near the school that I use most of the time. I don’t use this place often, but this is a special weekend.”

“It’s beautiful,” you said, looking around. Despite the classic design of the structure, it had modern furnishings. You were admiring a lovely vase on a glossy wooden end table when you noticed a large cardboard box sitting just inside the living room. It looked totally out of place, and Gojo noticed your interest. 

“Go ahead and look inside,” he told you, a strange smile on his lips. 

“Okay…” 

You approached the box and pulled the flaps open, squatting down to get a good look. Inside was an assortment of items you couldn’t quite identify at first. But as you began pulling them out and looking more closely, your face began to burn. 

“Are these… all sex toys?!”

Gojo laughed at your reaction. “Well, not all of them. There’s some costumes, handcuffs, edible underwear…”

You grimaced as you pulled out what appeared to be a riding crop, then the biggest dildo you’d ever seen in your life. There was also a skimpy maid costume, among other bizarre garments. “Why is all this stuff just sitting here in a box?”

Gojo rubbed the back of his head, messing up his hair a bit. He looked oddly shy. “I ordered it all. I figured we could have fun trying a bunch of stuff, see what we like.”

That did sound like fun. You examined each item, sometimes having no idea what its function was. 

Gojo sat down on the floor beside you, watching your face as you looked though the box. “If there’s anything that makes you uncomfortable, just put it back in the box and I’ll toss it. Or better yet, I’ll have it delivered to Nanami’s place.”

You laughed then, imagining the strait laced-looking man you met a few days ago opening a box full of items like these. 

When you were finished sorting them into piles of “will definitely try”, “might try”, and “hard no”, you and Gojo both stood up. “So, are you going to give me a tour?” you asked.  

Gojo gave you a somewhat menacing grin, his dark sunglasses blocking out your view of his eyes. “Sure. Let’s start with the basement.”

The End. 

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Hey there, i love your writting 🤍

Maybe you could write something with Lizzie x Fem Reader

In a world when everyone knew about Lizzie being bi, she went to a concert thanks to Scarlett and the marvel girls, they went to see Yn and her group, later Lizzie and Yn met and It was really good and they become friends, they like each other, they have a thing, they kissed, even sex but they were not together.

Yn with her life, some girls usually said they have a one night stand with her, and Lizzie didn't like that, because she was falling in love with Yn.

So one day, Lizzie decided to do something, meeting a friend and the paps took photos of them and that got Yn very upset because she thought they were together or Lizzie got tired of Yn, so she wanted to write a song, about her (you can choose one if you want) and Yn told Scarlett about it, and told her to bring Lizzie and the others to her next concert. So before she started to sing the new song, she said like she wrote it because she wanted to tell the world she was in love with someone and hopes it's not to late for being with her.

Then Lizzie was speechless and when the concert finished and see each other, Lizzie went to her and kiss her

The song

Y/N: 26 years old ——————————————————

NO ONE'S POV "That was actually really good" Lizzie admits, following her friends out of the stadium.

Lizzie, Scarlett, Flo, Hailee and Brie have just been on a concert. Scarlett's younger cousin is a singer and invited Scarlett and her friends to her concert.

"I know, right?! I told you Y/N is a really good singer and her band is awesome. You guys should meet her, I think you'd be good friends" Scarlett smiles, not waiting for any reaction and leading the girls backstage.

Meanwhile Y/N is already in her dressing room, all changed into just jeans and a hoodie, taking off her make-up.

"Come in!" She shouts after hearing a knock on the door.

"Hey there, superstar" Scarlett teases, walking in on which Y/N gasps.

"Scar, you came!" The girl smiles widely, immediately walking over to give her older cousin a hug.

"I had to when you invited me. You were absolutely amazing" Scarlett smiles.

"Thank you" Y/N smiles back, her cheeks turning a bit red.

"Oh. These are my friends who came with me. Brie, Florence, Hailee and Lizzie" Scarlett smiles, introducing everyone to her cousin.

"It's nice to meet you" Y/N smiles at all of Scarlett's friend, her gaze staying the longest at Lizzie who blushes when she notices. "Hey, we're planning to go to the bar, don't you wanna join us?" Y/N asks with a smile

———

A few weeks flew after that night, that night when Y/N made new friends. Her and Lizzie have even been out for lunch and dinner a few times.

Y/N takes a deep breath before opening the door, her date only just arrived. She opens the door and can't help herself, but to stare at the gorgeous woman in front of her.

"Everything okay? Is the dress too much?" Lizzie asks nervously.

"No, no. You just look so beautiful" Y/N smiles, standing aside to let her date in. "Come in"

"Thank you, you also cleaned up nicely" Lizzie smiles back, walking in.

"Thank you" Y/N smiles, her cheeks turning red.

This is one of the few times that Y/N actually felt something towards someone. Usually she does just one night stands and never takes it seriously, but with Lizzie it's different and she knows that she wants more than just a one time thing.

The singer tried her best to cook the best dinner, so the date would be perfect. And it's all looking really good so far.

The conversation goes on and on, Lizzie has complimented the food a few times which always makes Y/N blush and Lizzie loves that.

The girls move to the living room after dinner. They continue sharing stories from their childhood and school years, laughing at them together.

That soon stops when they lips meet for a kiss. Both somehow felt like it's the right moment.

"Do you maybe… want to take that upstairs?" Y/N asks, smirk on her face when Lizzie agrees.

———

No call, no text, nothing. Lizzie's completely confused right now. Y/N promised she'd call her, but week has passed and nothing. Of course, Lizzie tried calling her many times, but Y/N just never picks up which makes Lizzie angry and sad at the same time as she's having feelings for the singer.

On the other side, Y/N is totally freaking out. She has no idea what to do. Relationships aren't her thing and she doesn't want to mess things up like she did in her previous relationships, she's really falling for Lizzie.

It is known between celebrities that Y/N's usually having just one nights stands and Lizzie only just found out which hurts her even more. She really thought they had connection.

"Are you sure she takes you just like a one night stand?" Aubrey asks which makes Lizzie sigh.

"She's not picking up her phone or answering messages, Aubrey. I was definitely just a one time thing for her" Lizzie explains, another sigh leaving her lips when she spots a group of paparazzi taking pictures of them.

"Why haven't you just gone to her house?" Aubrey asks, trying to help her friend.

"I don't need her to make me feel even more humiliated than I feel right now… I just… I just feel used by her and I really thought we could work" Lizzie sighs again.

While Lizzie's talking to her friend, Y/N is nervously walking around the house and waiting for her cousin to arrive and help her with this situation.

"Thank god you're here. I'm panicking and need your help" Y/N sighs, leading Scarlett into the living room.

"I'm sure it won't be that bad. What's up?" Scarlett asks with a chuckle, sitting down on the couch.

"… Scar, I think I fell in love" Y/N admits, dramatically sitting down next to Scarlett.

"What's wrong with that? It's completely normal" Scarlett says, rubbing her younger cousin's back and trying to comfort her.

"I just don't know what to do. We had a date and we… you know, we slept together. But usually I don't feel anything but now I do and I don't know how to tell her" Y/N sighs, burying her face into her hands.

"Just tell her you like her. It's not that complicated, honey. Just be yourself and tell her what you feel" Scarlett smiles, trying to encourage her cousin.

In that moment Y/N's phone beeps. The girl immediately takes a look, seeing an article about 'Elizabeth Olsen 'hanging out' with Aubrey Plaza'.

"I guess that doesn't matter now" Y/N sighs, her eyes filling with tears when she gives her phone to Scarlett.

"Wait. Lizzie is that one you like?" Scarlett asks shocked as none of them have mentioned anything. "Lizzie and Aubrey have always been close friends, I'm sure they're not dating"

"You can't know that. And the article says the opposite. Just read the first two sentences… I messed it up. I waited for too long"

"Y/N, if you really like her, just go and tell her, you'll-"

"No, I got an idea" A small smile forms on Y/N's face. "Can you please bring her to my next concert on Friday?"

"Sure, but what do you want to do?" Scarlett asks confused.

"I'm gonna write a song for her" Y/N smiles proudly.

"… Okay? I mean, I've never heard you sing a love song. Are you sure that's a good idea?" Scarlett asks unsure.

"Yes. I need something big… something romantic. I'll start working on it right now. Promise you'll bring her" The singer looks at Scarlett seriously.

"Okay, yeah. I'll bring her" Scarlett promises.

"Yay! Thank you!" Y/N grins, giving her cousin a hug before rushing away to find some papers and a pen.

———

"Scar, I really don't want to be here" Lizzie groans when Y/N sings her first song.

"Just wait a bit longer, you need to hear something" Scarlett sighs. Scarlett managed to drag Lizzie to the concert which Lizzie isn't happy about at all. Scarlett heard the song Y/N wrote though and she knows that Lizzie needs to hear that.

"Thank you for joining us tonight!" Y/N says to the audience that cheer in response and makes Y/N smile. "For the start I'd like to sing you a song that you've never heard before… I wrote it for one girl that I really like, but… but I panicked and messed everything up… But that doesn't change the fact that I want the world to know that I'm in love with her… Hopefully it's not too late to prove it"

When Y/N says the last word, the band starts playing and she starts singing the song she wrote for Lizzie who listens to every single word. Lizzie's eyes fill with tears while she's listening to the beautiful lyrics, she knows the girl Y/N is singing about is her and she knows she's in love with Y/N.

"So?… What do you think?" Scarlett teases, nudging her shoulder with Lizzie's playfully.

"I… I-I'm speechless" Lizzie admits, wiping her tears away. "I'm in love with your cousin" She smiles, looking back at Y/N who's about to sing another song.

"You're gonna need a lot of luck" Scarlett jokes. "I'm kidding. No. I'm not gonna lie, it'll be hard with her sometimes, but she really likes you. She'd never write a love song and then sing it in front of all of these people. You must be really special" Scarlett smiles, happy that her little cousin and her friend found love.

———

The concert just ended and Lizzie is making her way backstage with Scarlett following behind. She doesn't even knock and just opens the door of Y/N's dressing room which makes Y/N jump a little bit.

"Oh my god, you scared the-" Y/N starts, her sentence getting cut off by Lizzie's lips being pressed to hers.

"I'm in love with you too" Lizzie smiles after they pull away, Y/N's cheeks bright red as she wasn't expecting this at all. Y/N smiles and pulls Lizzie back in, kissing her passionately.

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This request could actually make the whole book. It's a really great idea! <;33

Part 2

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[pepsiluvr0209]

Tattoo Girl (Ivy)

Summary: Just a very cute and nervous Matt

Matt Sturniolo x Tattoo Artist! Reader

♫ I had no chance to prepare, I couldn't see you coming ♫

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Matts POV

“Hey, I uh- have an appointment for 1?”

“Yep, just sit right there.” The receptionist points to a waiting area and I wipe my clammy hands on my jeans and awkwardly sit down. 

I’m never this nervous for a tattoo, but goddamn today is stressful because I had booked with my artist being y/n y/l/n. She kinda blew up for tattooing big stars and getting her name around social media. And my god is she gorgeous. 

I saw her in person once, at some event me and my brothers had to go to. I barely saw her in my peripheral vision but I could tell it was her. She brings some sort of energy around, an addictive aura. Or it could just be the smell of her sweet perfume. She walked past us, laughing at something someone said and I kept my eyes trained on her tight dress like some creep. Chris noticed and punched me in the arm, shaking his head at me in amusement. 

The amount of effort it took to actually book with her. Thank god my friend Mezafram is in contact with her, and we found an opening.

“Matt Sturniolo?” The receptionist called. 

“Yep.” I sharply inhaled and stood up. 

“Just continue going forward and there’ll be a maroon curtain. Y/n will be waiting for you.” She smiles from her computer monitor.

Even her name can make my heartbeat quicker and my breath unstable. I trudge towards the curtain and timidly open it. 

Wow. 

“Hi I’m Y/n, I’ll be doing your appointment today.”

She looks like a goddess. She’s wearing a black tank that accuents her tits, tattoos littered around her arms, complemented with silver rings, bracelets and a necklace. She ties up her gorgeous hair. “So I looked at the designs the receptionist showed me, do you know where you want it?”

I can’t even focus.

“Matt?” Holy shit. I wished I recorded that shit, so I could hear my name fall from her lips over and over again. 

“Um- I… My arm?” 

“Okay.” She smiles. “Do you know which one?”

“T-This one.” And I hold up the one I want. 

“Okay take a seat.” And she gestures towards the black chair. I sit down and avoid looking at her. I can’t even breathe right now, let alone think straight.

“Where do you want it? Just here?” She whispers. Oh, if only she knew the things she’s doing to me. 

“Um- yep.” My eyes focused dead on the wall in front of me. 

“Okay, I’m just gonna sanitise the area.” And the beautiful woman spins in her chair to get her equipment. 

I mean it's not even sexual attractiveness. She’s so pretty, and nice. 

“Here.” Her voice barely above a whisper as she wipes on my clean skin. 

I think I physically gulped. “It's a really cool tattoo.” Y/n reassures, creating conversation. 

“Yeah.” I breathe. 

“Okay, I’m gonna start. Just relax.” 

“Mhm.” How?

I feel the needle press onto my skin. “Are you okay?” I nod. “Tell me if it’s too much okay?” 

Oh. My. God.

She continues her work, sometimes humming along to a random tune. “So how’s youtube?” She breaks the silence, gently wiping on the inked skin. 

“O-Oh, it’s going good.” I say quietly. SHE KNOWS WHO I AM. 

“I watch you and your brothers sometimes. You’re really funny.”

I want to cry, and throw up and laugh and kiss her all over her perfect face. 

“Thank you for watching us.” I stutter. What the fuck did I say?

Y/n just laughs. “No problem.”

“I’m a fan of your work.” I can barely get out. 

“Thank you.” She smiles. “Okay I’m practically done with this, just let me wrap it.” And she stands up, and bends over. 

I think I’m drooling. 

“Here.” She comes back up and wraps my fresh tattoo. She pulls out her phone and takes a photo. “How do you like it?” 

“It’s perfect.” I whisper. And it truly is. The owl detailed to perfection. 

I get out of the chair. “Great.” The artist removes her gloves and stands up across from my awkward figure. “Pleasure working with you Matt Sturniolo.”

I stare at her in awe. “Y-You too.” 

“Hey, can you do me a favour?” She tilts her head and I nod. “Can I have your number? Just in case your tattoo gets infected… And then you can call me.”

“Yeah.” OH MY GOD. It’s confirmed. My heart has stopped working. Y/n passes me her phone. I shakily type in my number. 

“Cool, I’ll see you around.” She smiles. And I give her my biggest smile back, cheeks red and neck flushed. 

“Hey y/n?... You’re really pretty.” Horrified at what I just blurted out, I gave her one last awkward smile before turning on my heel and racing out of the shop. 

Running out I feel like I’m in a fever dream. I met her, she knows who I am, we were literally centimetres apart. 

I look up at the sky, mentally thanking whatever God planned this shit out because I owe them everything.

Suddenly my phone buzzed and I pulled it out of my pocket. 

Unknown Number

Hey, completely unrelated but I’m on my break and I kinda want a burger.

You down? :)

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♫ The start of nothing ♫

Aww, sorry ab it being short

If your rlly rocking w a part 2 lemme know, otherwise I'll leave this here for ya'll matt girls to eat up <3

[storiesforallfandoms]

an out there request ~ matthew lillard & skeet ulrich

word count: 4740

request?: yes!

“hi hi hiiiiii, i wanted to start this off with saying am in love with you. like your writing? perfection. the fact you do this for all of us? so gorgeous. this one is weird? kinda, maybe. skeet ulrich x matthew lillard x reader, current time. you go to that convention where you talk and meet them, and you got the thing where you can go back and get a picture with them. you ask them (as respectfully as possible lol) if the pose you guys can do is eiffel tower (your head in one of their crotches and your ass in the others crotch). they’re like shocked and stuff (idk why but i see the reader pulling out their id and being like trust me, i’m of age). banter and them agreeing to it, then when you leave you notice something in your pocket, like a note or something saying one of their room number and smut ensues. thank you”

description: after she makes a lucrative pose suggestion for a picture, she doesn’t expect for that pose to become a reality

pairing: matthew lillard x female!reader x skeet ulrich

warnings: rpf, swearing, smut (threesome, fingering, oral f & m receiving, praise, p in v (protected), multiple orgasms)

masterlist (one, two, three)

I grinded my teeth as the person ahead of me went in for their photo ops. I should’ve been excited. I was meeting two of my heroes. I had spent so much money on the passes, on the hotel and travel. I had waited ages for this day. I should’ve been beyond excited for this moment.

Except I had to ruin it with a stupid bet with my friends that would decide what pose I did for the picture.

A bet which I then lost.

I looked over to where they were waiting for me. They were snickering to themselves. I wanted to glare at them, but my nerves and mortification were the only emotions I could muster.

“Next.”

They waved at me, still giggling to themselves, as I walked in.

My other emotions were immediately replaced with shock when I saw Skeet and Matthew. It was almost like I was only just realizing they were real people. They were laughing when I walked in, and it really did sound like the most beautiful sound. When they saw me, they smiled and I could’ve melted into a puddle right there.

“Hey!” Matthew said first, opening his arms to hug me. I happily walked into his welcoming embrace and immediately thought, He’s just as good of a hugger as the videos make him seem.

Skeet greeted me with a hug as well. I hoped they couldn’t feel how much I was shaking, but I realized they had probably seen that multiple times already.

“Nice to meet you,” Matthew said after I pulled away from Skeet’s hug.

“I feel like I’m dreaming,” I admitted. “You guys have probably been hearing that all day.”

“Doesn’t make it any less meaningful to hear,” Skeet said.

 “Let’s pose, guys, we have a line up,” the photographer said. He sounded bored, like he was tired of having this same scene play out over and over all day.

The mention of the photo made my body tense as I remembered what pose I was meant to do. I felt my mouth dry up as I was meant to explain to my two idols what I wanted to do for our pose. They were probably going to kick me out without taking the photo. I’d probably be banned from all celebrity meet and greets for life (even though that made no sense).

They were both looking at me. I had to swallow my fear quickly and just get through this.

“Okay, so...here’s the thing.” I took a deep breath and said, “Ineedtodotheeiffeltowerpose.”

Both smiles turned to confusion.

Just say it, get it over with.

“I made a stupid bet with my friends, and I lost, so they made the decision on what pose for me to do here.” I had to force the words out, “Eiffel Tower.”

Matthew and Skeet looked at each other. My heart had started to pound so hard that my vision was blurring. I quickly fumbled for my wallet and pulled out my ID. “I’m over 18, I swear. It’s just from a bet. I tried to say no, but my friends wouldn’t let me off the hook. They said they need to see the proof too...”

I trailed off as I realized I was rambling. My face was on fire with embarrassment. I just wanted to disappear, or cease to exist. I’d never forgive my friends for ruining something so important for me. My first time meeting two people who were so important to me, and they were going to think I was a sex pest or something.

“Okay.”

I blinked. “What?”

Skeet shrugged. “A bet is a bet. I’m fine with it. How about you, Matt?”

Matthew nodded. “Let’s do it. It’ll be the most creative pose I think we’ve ever done.”

I couldn’t believe they agreed. I thought it was some kind of joke. It wasn’t until they moved to either side of me, and Skeet asked, “Which of us is where?” that I realized they were seriously doing this; I was seriously doing this.

I turned to face Matthew, with Skeet behind me. Matthew held my arms as I leaned forward, not enough for my head to fully be in his crotch but enough for the sake of the pose. Skeet put his hands on my hips, keeping a respectable distance from me as well.

“Smile,” the camera guy said.

I smiled through the burning feeling of embarrassment in my face. At the same time, I couldn’t lie and say this wasn’t a turn on. I had definitely read Stu and Billy fanfiction that included this pose, so my mind was wandering to dangerous places.

The camera flashed a few times, and then it was over. I pulled away from them very quickly, trying not to be as awkward as I felt. Matthew and Skeet hugged me again, and I thanked them for going on with my crazy request.

My friends were waiting with smirks on their faces as I walked through the exit.

“How’d it go?” one asked. “Did you do it?”

“I did,” I responded, trying to sound more confident than I felt. “I think I have to wait for the physical copies, but I can prove I did it.”

We went to the part of the photo op where the pictures are done off. My friends asked me about the experience and I relayed the entire moment to them. I thought they’d be skeptical of what I was saying, but they hung on every word I said and were just as excited as I had been during the interaction. One of them made a joke that I must’ve made Skeet hard by “shoving my ass in his crotch”, but I told her that was inappropriate and there was no way it had happened.

The photo person called my name and passed me an envelope. I pulled out the print of my photos and my friends flocked to see it. They gasped and giggled as if we were teenagers still. I couldn’t help but blush at the picture, though. I originally thought this was going to ruin my one chance at meeting my idols, but in the end it seemed like it was going to be a funny story. I may actually even frame the photo for the memory.

My friends started walking towards a booth they had wanted to visit. I trailed behind them, putting the photos back into the envelope. That’s when I felt something on the back. When I flipped the picture over, I found a Post-It note. The note read, “If you feel comfortable, meet us in our hotel room tonight”, along with an address.

My face was burning again. There was no way this was real. This could not be the actual address for the actual hotel where actual Matthew Lillard and Skeet Ulrich were staying. There was also no way that actual Matthew Lillard and Skeet Ulrich were suggesting what I think they were suggesting.

I put the picture back in the envelope and pocketed the note as I went to catch up with my friends. I could feel the weight of it in my pocket, but I kept trying to forget about it. It couldn’t be real, and if I went to the hotel I’d probably find some weirdo instead of the two men I’d expect - or hope. It’d be a bad idea to go to that address.

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Well, the address was a hotel at least.

I knew I was crazy for showing up here. Anything could happen to me. Anything bad. I hadn’t told my friends about the note because I knew what their responses would be, so they didn’t know I was here. It was a stupid decision all around, but the curiosity was getting the better of me.

My heart was pounding as I took the elevator up to the floor I was directed to go to. It was making my vision blurry to a point where I almost couldn’t read the numbers on the doors. I was having deja vu to meeting Skeet and Matthew earlier. I lifted my hand to knock and paused only briefly to question whether or not this was a good idea. I knew the answer was no, but there was no going back now.

When the hotel door opened, I almost passed out.

Stood there was none other than Skeet Ulrich.

He was grinning at me in a sexy way. “We were wondering if you were actually going to come.”

“Well, you can’t blame a girl for being cautious.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, I figured. I told Matt the note was a little ominous, but we couldn’t exactly say anything in front of the camera guy. That’s not something we want to get out to the public.”

That just raised more questions, but I didn’t want to take up too much time just talking in the hallway. Skeet stepped aside to let me in. I was very aware of how close he was as I passed him, but I tried not to think too much about it.

I was expected a huge hotel suite since they were two big actors and all, but was pleasantly surprised to see that it was just a two bedroom, one bathroom hotel room with a small balcony. Matthew was laid back on one of the beds, watching TV. He looked up when he heard me walk in and smiled as if he was seeing an old friend. “Hey! You’re finally here!”

The reality of the situation was setting in. I was starting to feel a little lightheaded. They both must’ve noticed, or they knew how overwhelming this was going to be in general, because Skeet took my hand and guided me to the bed Matthew was sat on. Matthew sat up to put a comforting hand between my shoulder blades.

“This is a lot, we know,” he said. “You can ask whatever questions you need to ask.”

“Do I have to sign an NDA?”

I cringed at myself while Matthew and Skeet seemed amused. It definitely was not my biggest question, but it was the first one that slipped out through my filter.

“We didn’t tell either of our agents that we were doing this,” Skeet said. “So no NDAs are drafted. Is that a bad idea? Very much so, yes. But I also know our agents definitely would not want us to be doing this in general, so they’d probably try to talk us out of it instead of writing up any sort of NDA.”

“So...you’ve never done this before?”

“Not with a fan,” Skeet responded. “We have had threesomes before, but usually with girlfriends.”

“One time with a co-star,” Matthew added. “Not as awkward as most people make sleeping with a co-worker seem.”

Part of me wanted to ask which co-star, but that really wasn’t the most important thing right now. The most important question to me was, “Why me?”

The two of them shared a look. I couldn’t read what their expressions were saying, but there was definitely some shared thought process passing between them.

“Like I said, we’ve never done this with a fan before,” Skeet started. “Obviously there’s all sorts of power imbalance issues with that, and we don’t want anyone to think we’re using our star status to have sex. Because we’re not, and we don’t want that.”

“But there was something about you that made us go against that,” Matthew added.

I felt my face heating up again as I asked, “Was it the pose?”

Both men barked a laugh at the same time. I couldn’t help but smile as well. Despite the nervousness I was feeling, they were making me feel somewhat calm as well. Outside of the cameras and the long line of fans and the convention photo op, they felt like real people. Just two guys who were friends, who were asking a girl they just met for a threesome.

Okay, the nerves were back now.

“The pose definitely helped,” Matthew said. “But you are also very attractive, and you were very kind. It was hard not to think about making this proposition after you had left.”

This is a dream. I’m dreaming. I actually fainted before the photo op and now I’m dreaming.

Skeet sat down on the bed next to me. “This is all your choice. Please do not say yes just because we’re famous. If you’re uncomfortable at all, we’ll let you go. Trust us, we get that this is probably a lot to handle. Like I said, we’re not about to use our celebrity status just to get sex if you don’t want it.”

I could tell they were being sincere. I actually did have an out if I wanted one. And that was definitely comforting because I was still feeling very conflicted. None of this felt real, and I was almost inclined to turn it down just due to that fact.

But also, I had been crushing on these two actors since the first time I watched the original Scream. I had read so much fanfiction about their characters, stuff that involved situations like this. I’d been fawning over them for years. How stupid would I be if I let this opportunity pass by, even if I wasn’t able to tell anyone? Hell, I probably wouldn’t tell anyone anyways. This would be my little secret; something just for me.

Finally, I found my voice to tell them, “I want to.”

Skeet and Matthew shared a look. They had similar smirks on their faces, and I couldn’t help but wonder what I had gotten myself into.

“If you want to stop at any point you have to tell us,” Skeet said to me. “Promise us that.”

I nodded, but Skeet shook his head. “No, we have to hear you say it.”

“I-I promise I’ll tell you i-if I want to stop.”

Matthew’s voice was closer to my ear than I anticipated as he said, “Good girl.”

The combination of his words and his hot breath against my skin caused my to clench my thighs together. A whimper slipped from my lips as I felt him start to kiss against my neck. I lulled my head to the side, giving him full access to whatever he wanted, and closed my eyes to let myself get lost in the pleasure.

It didn’t take very long for me to forget the entire situation at hand. A fog of lust had washed over me enough to finally let my nerves subside. So, I wasn’t thinking much about who owned the set of hands that was unbuttoning my jeans, but rather how much I wanted them off and to feel those hands against me.

Someone - I’m assuming Skeet as I could feel Matthew’s hands against my waist - pulled my pants down my legs. Once they were gone, Matthew wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his lap. I gasped as I felt the already hard bulge in his pants against my back. He continued to kiss over my neck as one of his hands slipped under my shirt, teasing the underside of my bra, while the other made its way between my legs. My head lulled back against Matthew’s shoulder as his fingers lightly skimmed over my already damp panties.

“Already so wet,” he commented. “Just for us?”

“J-Just for you,” I moaned. I’d probably be embarrassed by how needy I was if I wasn’t so turned on.

His fingers traced over the waistband of my panties before he slipped his hand underneath them. He rubbed agonizingly slow circles on my clit while his lips still went to work on my neck. He sucked and nipped at the sensitive skin, undoubtably leaving marks I wouldn’t be able to explain. I arched my back, pushing myself further into him and his fingers further against me.

Matthew chuckled. “I think she’s eager.”

“Should give her what she wants, Matt,” Skeet said. I had almost forgotten he was there.

“Is that what you want, pretty girl?” Matthew asked me. “Do you want my fingers?”

“Yes,” I breathed. “Y-Yes, please.”

“How do I say no when you’re using your manners?”

He started with just one finger, slowly pushing into me. I let out a loud moan, but quickly covered my mouth with my hand as I remembered where we were.

Skeet chuckled this time, before saying, “Be as loud as you want. There’s no one else around us. We’ll give the staff a good tip just in case there’s any noise complaints, though.”

They didn’t really give me much choice on my volume, as Matthew added another finger after stretching me out with the first, and started thrusting them in and out of me at a quick pace. The sinful sounds of squishing mixed with whatever was tumbling out of my mouth filled the room. The heel of Matthew’s hand worked against my clit, edging me closer and closer to the edge.

I opened my eyes just for a moment, and saw that Skeet was now stood in front of us. He was watching Matthew make me come undone, and I noticed he had one hand against his crotch, palming himself through his jeans. I had never thought much about threesomes before, mainly because I hadn’t ever felt confident enough to bring a third person in to the bedroom in any of my relationships. But there was something extremely hot about watching Skeet get turned on by watching Matthew and I. It turned me on more to realize I’d be getting my time with him too.

My first orgasm hit me with little warning. One second I felt it creeping up, and the next the wave of pleasure was crashing down on me. My body trembled as I leaned against Matthew for support. He slowed his fingers, letting me ride through my high. When he slipped them out of me, I whimpered from the loss of contact.

I lazily turned my head to watch Matthew bring his fingers to his lips. He slipped them into his mouth, sucking off my remaining juices.

“She tastes so good, Skeet,” he said. “You should taste her.”

I thought for a second that Skeet was going to put Matthew’s fingers in his mouth, which would’ve been extremely hot. Instead, he got to his knees on the foot of the bed where Matthew and I were sitting. Matthew let me go so that Skeet could pull me to the edge of the bed. He pulled my soaked panties off and discarded them somewhere in the room. I could feel his warm breath against my still sensitive core, sending a shiver through my body. He leaned in and licked a long, slow stripe from my hole to my clit. My body jolted at the contact, still recovering from my first orgasm.

“She does taste good,” Skeet said.

I felt Matthew’s hands on the hem of my shirt. I lifted my arms over my head to let him pull it off me. With little effort, Matthew unclipped my bra as well, and it fell to my lap. I was officially completely bare to the two of them.

Matthew stood from the bed as Skeet started kissing over my thighs. First my inner right thigh, then the left, moving slowly up to my mound, to my stomach. He took his time leaving a trail of kisses up my stomach and to my breasts. He took one of my nipples in his mouth, running his tongue over the sensitive nub, while my other nipple was pinched between his fingers. I was moaning again, my body reacting by somehow becoming even wetter between my thighs. There was still a dull ache from my first orgasm, but it was quickly going away.

I heard the rustling of clothes and opened my eyes to see Matthew undressing himself. He was unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it on the floor, and his hands had just moved to discard his own pants when he caught me looking. A sly smirk crossed his face as he winked at me. At the same time, Skeet nipped at the skin of my breast, making me yelp.

When Matthew was left in nothing but his boxers, he said, “Seems you’re the only one left completely dressed, man.”

Skeet pulled away from me. He took a moment to look over my completely naked form before looking at Matthew. “Sorry, I was enjoying myself too much.”

As Skeet started undressing himself, Matthew extended a hand to me. “Are you able to move? Or should we just take you like that?”

“How do you want me?” I asked. I was surprised with how steady and strong my voice sounded given how the two of them had somehow already managed to ruin me.

“The Eiffel Tower seems fitting.”

I couldn’t help but laugh a little. I took Matthew’s hand and he helped me get up and to my knees. Skeet had stripped down, leaving him completely naked, while Matthew was still in his boxers. “Looks like you’re the last one clothed now, Matt.”

When Matthew took his boxers off, I couldn’t help but stare at him and Skeet for a while. They were definitely both packing, which was a little intimidating. Not like I hadn’t been with well endowed men before, but still.

“Should we take our positions from the photo?” Skeet asked Matthew. “You take the front, I’ll take the back?”

“Sounds good to me.” Matthew, who was already stood near my face, reached down to cup my chin. “Are you okay with that?”

I nodded. I was glad when they didn’t try and make me verbally respond again because I was sure I had officially lost my ability to speak.

Matthew held the base of his dick, pumping it slightly, as he moved closer to me. He waited until I pulled him closer and opened my mouth to take him in, not trying to rush me or shove himself down my throat. He let me take my time, filling my mouth with as much of him as I could. I placed my tongue along the underside of his cock as I slowly slid him into my mouth. He threw his head back and let out a moan. I got as far as I could go without gagging and stayed there just long enough to adjust to having his size in my mouth. One of his hands made its way into my hair, tangling the strands around his fingers, but he didn’t start moving my head. He kept me there, letting me set the pace.

I started bobbing my head up and down, slipping him most the ways out of my mouth before sliding him all the way back in. I did it at a slow, almost teasing pace. Matthew’s hand twitched against my head, like he was restraining himself from making me go at a pace that he actually wanted. I looked up at him through my eyelashes. His head was tilted down to look at me again, but his eyes were closed and his mouth was slightly ajar in pleasure.

Skeet was watching us, fisting his own dick at the sight. I had gotten so caught up in watching Matthew as I pleasured him that I didn’t notice Skeet moving to the bed until it dipped behind me. I gasped as I felt the hot head of his cock dragging through my folds. When it nudged against my entrance, just an inch pushed inside of me, I couldn’t stop myself from moving back against him and taking the rest of him in.

“Eager girl,” he said with a chuckle. “Don’t forget about Matt.”

“I don’t mind watching her be eager for your cock,” Matthew said.

I took Matthew back in my mouth as Skeet slowly started to thrust into me. I tried to keep a steady pace with my head, but I soon found myself more focused on the pleasure from Skeet’s cock dragging against my walls than the pleasure I was supposed to be giving Matthew. I was moaning around him, which in turn was making him moan. He used my hair to guide my mouth up and down his shaft so that I didn’t have to concentrate on doing it myself.

Eventually, Skeet start to thrust a bit more rough into me so that I was moving against Matthew with each thrust. Both men were moaning and grunting in time, the noises sounding like music. My brain had been completely taken over by the lustful fog and I couldn’t think about anything but the feeling of being full with both of their cocks. Matthew’s hand tightened in my hair and I felt his cock twitching in my mouth, signaling that he was getting close.

As if also sensing Matthew’s closeness, or maybe he was also getting close himself, Skeet reached around to find my clit. He started rubbing harsh, quick circles into my sensitive nub. My arms were starting to tremble from the effort of keeping myself up, while the rest of my body was trembling with pleasure. My second orgasm was coming on and I knew it was going to hit just as hard as the first one did. I was about to take Matthew’s cock out of my mouth to tell them both I was going to cum, but Skeet began to thrust rougher into me, sending me over the edge quicker than anticipated. I cried out, mostly muffled by Matthew’s dick. Skeet thrust into me one more time, shoving me forward so that Matthew was down my throat. I felt Skeet pulsing inside of me and he let out a loud groan, meaning he had came as well. Matthew was the last of us, shooting his load down my throat seconds after Skeet had cum inside of me.

Matthew pulled out first and I swallowed him down. I lowered my front half onto the bed, finally allowing my arms some rest. Skeet took a second to ride out his own high before pulling himself out of me and letting me completely collapse on the bed. I lazily turned my head to watch as he pulled something off of his dick, and then realized it had been a condom. I hadn’t even noticed him put one on, or the feeling of a condom while we were fucking, but that made sense for him to protect himself, and me.

Matthew had gone to the hotel bathroom and came back with wash cloths for all three of us. I slowly rolled onto my back and took one from him.

“I should’ve asked before finishing in your mouth,” he said. “Sorry about that.”

I waved away his comment. “Don’t worry. You wouldn’t be the first one to cum down my throat unexpectedly, although this was definitely the better of the other times it’s happened.”

Matthew chuckled. “I can only imagine. I don’t think I want to hear those horror stories.”

“You definitely don’t want to.”

After cleaning myself up, I slowly brought myself to a sitting position. I looked around the room to see if I could find my discarded clothing, but found that all of our stuff had basically been thrown around together.

“You don’t have to get up yet,” Skeet said. “You’re more than welcome to stay for a while.”

“You guys don’t wanna kick me out right away?” I asked.

Skeet shook his head. “This isn’t that kind of situation. You can stay overnight if you want to, and then you can go again in the morning.”

“I kind of want room service,” Matthew said. He had his boxers pulled back on and was looking at the room service menu. “Are you guys hungry? We could order a feast.”

I picked my shirt up off the floor and pulled it on just to have myself clothed. I sat on the bed across from Matthew and took the room service menu to look over. Skeet, also now in his boxers, sat in the bed next to me to look at the menu over my shoulder.

No one would ever believe what happened here, but that was fine by me. I was more than okay with this being my dirty little secret, with the only evidence being the hickies on my neck and the Post-It note that was still tucked away with my picture.

[angelsdevils]

Debt of the Heart

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It was 11:00 PM, and you guys were still at the club. You were laughing at your friends who were dancing. If you could call what they were doing dancing, their arms were flailing around, giggling. One of your friends had grabbed Rindou, making him dance too. He entertained them, of course. You took videos for much-needed blackmail for your friends. 

Of course, Rindou did a peace sign when he caught you taking a photo. Rindou would leave to walk through the club to make sure everything stayed in order. That was when one of the guys decided to sneak into the VIP section, you weren’t sober enough to deal with a handsy guy. He sat next to you, trying to flirt.

“Hey baby, wanna come get a drink?” He asked, moving his arm around you.

“No, thanks. We have plenty here.” 

“Come on baby, it will be fine. Your friends will be okay here.” 

“I am fine, really, I am married anyway,” he leaned in to whisper in your ear.

“I am not interested.”

“Come on, don’t be such a prude. Have some fun,” he said. You tried to push him off, and your friends were trying to get him off of you. But he ignored them. One of your friends was sober enough to find someone to help, luckily Ran and Rindou were already on their way when they saw your friend. 

Ran was pissed and pulled the guy off of you. The guy stumbled, and Ran grabbed him by his shirt.

“Mess with my wife again, and I will break every bone in your body.” 

“Ran, let me handle this. Go to (Y/N),” Rindou said. Ran nodded, letting the guy go. Ran was by your side. 

“Are you okay, (Y/N)?” He asked concerned, and you nodded. The guy killed the buzz, you and your friends had. You were a bit shaken up, and he wrapped his arm around you gently. You let him, and he held you tightly. You and your friends don’t know what Rindou did with the guy, nor do you guys care. After about ten minutes, Kakucho was in the VIP section.

“Ladies, this is Kakucho, He and Rindou will be taking you home. I am gonna take (Y/N) home,” Ran said. They nodded, too drunk to argue anyway. 

“I trust Kakucho, but still text me when you guys get home or send your location.” You said, and they nodded. Rindou came back, and they left with Kakucho and Rindou. Ran helped you to his car, and the car ride was silent.

“I am sorry,” you said.

“For what? You didn’t do anything? Next time you girls come, I will make sure a bodyguard is standing outside the section. I was careless and didn’t think about the drunken guys,” Ran said. 

You looked at him, and he glanced at you.

“Don’t worry about, it. It wasn’t your fault, you have nothing to be sorry for (Y/N). I am just glad we came when we did,” Ran was relieved. He placed his hand on your thigh, gently squeezing it. Not in a sexual way, but in a comforting way. 

You were still pretty shaken up by the persistent guy, but Ran eased your worries. You began to relax. You placed your hand on top of his sighing softly, you leaned your head against the window. Closing your eyes, falling into a light slumber. 

When you arrived at the mansion, Ran helped you out of the car. He made sure you wouldn’t fall over, which you didn’t. You weren’t drunk just tipsy, but the buzz was dying down. He led you to your bedroom, and he kneeled before you.

“I didn’t tell you earlier, but you looked gorgeous,” he said. His fingers trailed up your leg before he placed it on his lap.

“What are you doing?” You asked, watching him. He didn’t look at you, but he unfastened your heels, and you let him. When he was done, he massaged your feet.

“Just making sure you are comfortable,” he said. You blushed and looked away, not used to this kind of treatment, and he couldn’t help the smirk that graced his lips. He took some makeup wipes and began to remove your makeup. You stayed still, closing your eyes so he could remove your makeup. His hands were gentle, making sure to not rub your skin raw. He stood back up and turned you around, and unzipped your dress.

“So beautiful,” he mumbled. Once he unzipped your dress, he left the room so you could change. Once done, he came back in removing his suit and into something comfortable before crawling into bed with you. You checked your phone and saw your friends were all home.

Ran wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his chest. He buried his face into your neck, sighing softly.

“Are you really okay?” He mumbled, and you nodded.

“Yeah, I am okay.”

“Good, I am gonna kill that guy.”

“Don’t kill anyone on my behalf.”

“I can’t promise that, assuming Rindou didn’t already. One thing you need to know is I will set the world on fire for you.”

Ran turned you around, so you would face him. You meet his eyes, and he strokes your cheek, before pulling you into his chest.

© [@angelsdevils] all rights reserved. none of my posts or stories should be modified, reposted, etc. I do not own the character or the fanart, but I own the plots of these stories. All fanart goes to their appropriate owners. The dividers go to their original owners.

[rosepinksky]

Pay For My Time (pt. 4)

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Female reader

In which Ghost's neighbour drags him in for dinner, and then ruins his life.

Warnings: not my best work BUT thigh-fucking, slight degradation, aftercare but it's not outstanding, slightly more explicit alcohol misuse

word count 2.2k

part 1 (smutty!)

part 2

part 3 (also smutty)

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Ghost had left an hour or so after we had collapsed on the sofa together. We had spoken softly as we basked in the sweet afterglow of our climaxes, and he had dressed quickly but not said anything when I elected to sprawl naked with my legs across his lap.

We said goodbye casually, in the way that friends who already knew they would see the other tomorrow would, both content in the close proximity that we lived in.

But jesus, the wine was doing something to my body tonight. I had taken a shower, pulling at least five orgasms out of my aching pussy as I tried to recreate the feeling of his cock inside of me with my dildo. And then I took a cold shower, shivering as I stood in front of the mirror trying to talk myself down from this nymphomania-fuelled ledge I’d found myself on.

I shook my head as I tried to clear it, burying the empty bottle in the bin as I grabbed the vodka, pouring a hefty shot and downing it in an attempt to dampen my senses. It didn’t work; the alcohol coursing through my system only heightening the throb between my legs and the sensitivity of my hardened nipples against the towel. I groaned in frustration, abandoning the shot glass in favour of just taking a large swig straight from the bottle.

It helped a little; some of the shame starting to ebb away. The arousal was nowhere near dimmed, though, still coursing through me like an itch that I just could not scratch.

Fuck it. What’s the point in having a gorgeous Goliath of a soldier living directly above you if you can’t text him dirty pictures to get him over?

I dropped my towel as I positioned myself in front of the bathroom mirror, my back to it to show off my bare ass as I turned, hand just covering my nipples. I smiled coyly at the camera, wet hair still curling over my shoulder as I took the picture.

Water’s gone cold. Building wide plumbing issue? : (

I texted as I sent him the picture, biting at one of my nails nervously as I watched it go through. I really didn’t know what had gotten into me- I had sent countless people much dirtier photos in the past, but my heart was beating out of my chest as I saw the read receipt pop up on the screen.

Dirty girl.

That was all I got in response. I bit my lip, furrowing my brows in frustration. I leaned my phone on the windowsill, angling it so that I could hop up onto the counter and have my lower half in perfect view. I pressed record, grabbing my dildo and sliding it into myself.

I let out a low moan as I fucked myself with the toy, his name slipping from my lips as I leaned back against the mirror. My back arched as I found my sweet spot, thrusting into myself faster and using my other hand to squeeze my tits and run my fingers across my sensitive nipples.

 I pulled it out before I could let myself cum, ending the video with a wink to the camera, sending it to him with trembling hands.

Less than 30 seconds later, a loud knock sounded on my door. I squealed in delight as I wrapped myself in the towel again, opening the door breathlessly.

He stared down at me with a cold gaze, eyes raking over my scantily clad form before returning to my face.

“Are you drunk?” He questioned, his eyes narrowing at me.

I giggled lightly, tugging him inside. “I’m horny. That’s all you need to worry about.” I ran my hands up his chest.

He caught my wrists in his grasp before they could reach his collarbones. “I’m serious, Lucy. Are you drunk right now?”

I scoffed, bringing my hands back to my sides. “I’m fine.” I drawled, rolling my eyes at him.

He stiffened. “You’re wasted.” He concluded, stepping away from me.

I groaned as I walked through to my room, discarding the towel in favour of a silk robe. “You’re so stuck up.” I grumbled as I returned to him. “I’ve been so needy since you left.” I reached out to him as I pouted.

He swatted my hands away. “You’ve been drinking since I left. Go to bed.” He responded flatly.

I tilted my head at him. “You’re no fun.”

He chuckled, catching me as I stumbled slightly. “Sit down.”

His commanding tone had me obeying him before I even processed the thought, sitting obediently on the couch as I watched him with anticipation. “I’m serious, Ghost. I’ve came like five times and I can’t settle.”

He tutted as he sat opposite me. “I don’t fuck drunk girls.” He told me firmly, eyebrow raised.

I threw my head back in frustration. “Screw your little rule. You had your dick in me like six hours ago, what’s the big deal?”

He remained silent, reprimanding me with his eyes.

“…I should spank you for that. Hard.”

I blushed, thighs pressing together as his threat sent flutters between my legs. He chuckled again as he spotted my reaction, standing up to kneel in front of where I sat, somehow still towering over me.

“Go to bed, Lucy. And I’ll fuck the brat out of you in the morning.” He murmured lowly, eyes searching my face. I whined, a hand coming up to stroke his cheek.

“Why not now?”

He sat back on his heels, moving his face away from my touch. “I told you- I don’t fuck drunk girls.” He replied simply, and I could have screamed from frustration.

“…whatever.” I muttered, crossing my arms across my chest as I buried my grumpy face into the couch cushions.

“Good girl.” He whispered as he rose to his feet. “I’ll see you in the morning. Leave your door open, I’ll keep an eye on it for you.”

I didn’t respond, but watched him curiously as he turned to leave, closing the door softly behind him.

Bastard. I was most certainly not used men rejecting me, and I was most certainly not enjoying the way it only heightened the needy feeling deep in my core.

I fell asleep with my robe splayed around me; my vibrator abandoned somewhere beneath the sheets.

-

I didn’t wake up to the sound of the door opening and locking behind him, nor did I wake when the sheets were pulled off of my body.

I did, however, wake up when someone rolled me onto my stomach.

I whined weakly as I cracked my eyes open, twisting my head to try and catch a glimpse of the figure behind me. A chuckle reverberating in his chest sent vibrations through my back as he pressed his weight into me.

“You hungover, pretty girl?” He taunted, his voice low. I was hit with a vivid memory of his morning voice from the first time we’d met, his lidded eyes staring back at me as he’d padded through to my kitchen.

I groaned as the sunlight streaming in made my head throb. “What time is it?” I mumbled.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

I couldn’t even bring myself to be mad at his teasing as I felt his hands ghost across the skin of my ass. His calloused fingers dug themselves into the flesh, his thumb extending out to brush through my folds. I let out a soft gasp and arched my back to push myself higher into his touch. He pressed my hip back down into the mattress with one hand, the other still caressing my skin.

“That little video of yours came in very handy last night.” He murmured down to me. “Had to fuck my fist twice just to get the sound of those little moans out of my head.”

I shivered at his words, the thought of him touching himself to the image of me making the lingering discomfort of my hangover suddenly much less difficult to bear.

“It wasn’t the same as that sweet, tight cunt, though.” He leant down to whisper in my ear. I wriggled slightly under the pressure of his hands, a needy ache throbbing in my core. “Still…I don’t think you deserve my cock. Think you deserve to be left just as frustrated as I was last night.”

Another smug chuckle from him, his hands venturing from my ass to the tops of my thighs. He pulled them apart, his fingers dipping into the slick coating my pussy. A desperate whine escaped my lips as he brushed against my clit, but the sensation was short-lived.

He took the hand that glistened with my arousal and stroked himself with it, his trousers shoved haphazardly around his hips. I heard, and then felt, him spit on the top of my thighs, before he pushed his dick between them, groaning behind me. He caged them tightly together with his own legs, his left hand still keeping me still beneath him despite my struggling to angle my hips upwards towards his length.

“Come on, pretty girl. I told you I was gonna fuck the brat out of you. Didn’t say what I’d fuck.”

He moved slowly, torturously so, his tip only ever just brushing against where I needed him most with the lightest of touches.

“Ghost, please. I-I’m sorry. Please just fuck me properly. Need it so bad.” My raspy voice was muffled against the pillow. I could feel his grin even through his mask as he rested his face against my cheek, shaking his head.

“Not after the stunt you pulled last night, princess. Biggest blue balls I’ve ever had. That stupid fucking video…those sounds. You’re such a fucking whore, getting me so riled up and then being too drunk for me to use properly. Need to make you understand how frustrating that is.”

He sped up, the feeling of his dick sliding between my thighs, the slick dripping down them only making it wetter for him, sending me into a lusty haze. I pushed my hips upward with all of my might, but his single hand kept me pressed into the mattress firmly. A stark reminder of just how much stronger he was than me. And the worst part? That only turned me on more.

I could feel his pace faltering, his breaths growing heavier, the small grunts that escaped him so loud when his face was so close to my ear. I cried out sharply when he landed a stinging slap to my ass, clenching my thighs tighter. He let out an honest-to-god moan at that, his cock twitching. He spanked the other cheek, even harder than the last, and the sound of the hit rang in my ears like a bomb had gone off.

I was a flustered mess, unable to do anything except babble out pleas for him to fuck me, but it didn’t matter. His thrusts became harder, faster, more insistent.

“Shit, I’m gonna come on your ass. Such a pretty sight for me, Lucy. So wet, fuck, so wet.” He groaned lowly, pulling away from my thighs to stroke himself.

When he let out a final gasp, his cum spilling onto the handprints on my ass cheeks, I could have cried. My clit was swollen, needy, and I could feel the patch of arousal I’d left on the sheets below me. I was so turned on it hurt, and yet he sat back on his heels, soothing the skin on my ass like we’d made love.

“You okay, Luce?” He asked softly, his thumb drawing little circles on the sensitive flesh just above the back of my knees.

All I could manage was an indignant whine.

He chuckled. “I’ll take that as an ‘I’m sorry for getting too drunk and I won’t booty call you unless I can properly consent next time, Ghost’.”

Another indignant whine.

He smoothed my hair down and grabbed a box of tissues from the bedside table, cleaning away the worst of the mess with a tender touch. He pulled the sheets back over me once he was done.

“I’ll lock your door. I’m sure you could use the sleep.” He murmured, buckling his trousers back up as he stood. “You’re okay? Genuinely?”

I huffed as I turned to lay on my side, glaring up at him.

“I mean…no. But yeah. Can…can I booty call you tonight? Properly?” I was self-conscious of my puffy, hungover face, covering the lower half of it with the duvet. I could see his eyes crinkle up as he smiled down at me.

“Get in the shower, get some sleep and call me later, Lucy. I’ll be here.”

Oh, I’ll call you later, you asshole.

[collapsedglasshouses]

Hi..

So I’m not sure if your requests and still open. If they aren’t I completely understand. But is there anyway that you could write a Nick Folio x reader. There isn’t a lot of fluff written with him. At least from what I’ve found so far. There isn’t something specific that comes to my mind on the subject matter.

I’m thinking that nick just got done with their tour. And they need some r&r. Him and the reader having fun goofing off while they’re packing. Holding hands on the airport. Going to whatever you choose destination wise. And just having a good time.

If that is possible. I would appreciate it.

Thank you.

A/N: Hi! Hope you are doing well! I did my best to write a fluffy meet up of reader and Nick after the tour is over. I apologize, it's really short but I hope you like it!

A Well-Deserved Break || Nick Folio x Reader

PHOTO CREDIT: BRYAN KIRKS

PAIRING: Nick Folio x Reader (I tried to keep it gender-neutral)

WARNINGS: Fluff, maybe a curse word, :)

TAGLIST: @measuredingold @cncohshit (If you wanna be added to my taglist, please let me know in the comments or via direct messages!)

Nick and you had been dating for almost four years and every single one was filled with so many beautiful memories.

You had first met him at a gas station where he had come to your rescue, fixing a problem on your motorcycle and asked you on a date on the same day. Since then, your lives had become entwined, and your love had grown stronger with each passing day. You got to watch him do what he loved and how his band blew up. He on the other hand, saw you succeed in your life and was there for every single achievement you made.

Now, with two weeks off from work, you had made the decision to pack your backs and surprise your boyfriend on the last night of his tour. You were more than excited to spend quality time with him, catching up and just enjoying each other's company since you had been apart for almost two months.

When you arrived at the tour's final destination, you couldn't contain your excitement. Nick was absolutely flabbergasted when he saw you sitting in the backstage area about an hour before the concert started.

After their performance, you were quick to go back to his hotel room and the night was filled with laughter, catching up, watching movies and lots of cuddling.

The next morning, you woke up in his arms, feeling safe and loved. In moments like this you realised why you loved him so much. You could just be yourself when you were around him. Not wanting to disturb him, you quietly slipped out of bed and went for a quick shower.

As you returned, only wrapped in a towel, Nick was lying on the bed, gazing at you with an affectionate grin. "Good morning, gorgeous," he greeted you, making your heart flutter.

You giggled to yourself and began searching for clothes. Nick, on the other hand, stood up and hugged you from behind, his touch sending shivers down your spine. He plastered small kisses on your neck, making you realise how much you missed his touch and craved it.

"Maybe we should just stay here and let the others grab breakfast without us." Nick whispered in your ear and pressed himself a bit more against you. You let out a sigh, before biting your lip.

"As much as I wish we could do that, I promised Noah to be there." You answered him, reminding him about you also not seeing your other friends for almost two months.

He took a deep breath in mock offense, before placing a kiss on your cheek and going into the bathroom himself. As he was showering, you took your time to get ready.

Twenty minutes later, you both headed out to grab breakfast with your friends and they told you a lot about what happened on tour. While you enjoyed there company, you couldn't help but notice that Nick was more affectionate and touchy than usual, leaving you curious.

When you entered your hotel room again, you started packing your things to leave. As you were doing so you noticed how Nick's behavior became even more intriguing. Something was clearly on his mind. Unable to contain your curiosity, you can't contain yourself anymore.

"You know, you can't hide shit from me, Nick." You exclaimed, causing him to widen his eyes. "Spill the beans, Folio. I can't stand it when you're so shifty."

"What do you mean, Y/n?" He asked, clearly hiding something.

When you frowned in slight annoyance, he held his hands up in defense, before going to his back, retrieving something and telling you to close your eyes and hold out your hands. "I swear, if you're opening them before I tell you to, it'll have consequences."

You smiled in amusement as you closed your eyes and did what he told you to. Suddenly, you felt something unfamiliar being placed in your hands.

When you opened your eyes at his command, you were met with the sight of two plane tickets. Your jaw dropped in surprise when you realised where you were about to be headed off to, and Nick beamed at you. "Are you serious?" you asked, disbelief written all over your face as you read PARIS on the plane ticket.

He nodded with the biggest smile on his face. "We're about to be together for four years and I wanted to gift you something special four that."

You almost jumped into his arms, overcome with joy. Nick spun you around in a tight, loving hug, whispering sweet promises of the romantic adventure that awaited you both in the City of Love.

You were glad you packed enough clothes as you made your way to the airport about five hours later, both being more than excited what your adventures might bring you.