#based off that one tik tok sound

[wade-winston-wilson]

[srry-its-me-again]

what do you think of that marichat deniers? This is our perfect victory ! THATS RIGHT WE’VE WONNNN

[buckys-metal-arm]

A Friendly reminder:

THIS BITCH WALKED. SHE FUCKING STRUTTED THAT RUNWAY

SO THAT THIS BITCH! COULD! RUN!

[dantakeyoman]

You and Kiri Overhear Lo’ak Giving Neteyam Advice On How To Ask You Out (SFW / Comfort)

Reader is Fem! Omaticaya

CW: fluffy fluff, Neteyam is adorable, Lo’ak and Kiri duo strike again, all this is based on this one tik tok sound that I heard that was SO adorable, and it screamed Neteyam

“I’m telling you, that boy is obsessed! I’ve never seen someone pine over another so much,” Kiri laughed, giving you a playful shove.

“You’re just trying to make me feel better. If he liked me as much as you said, he would’ve said something already,” you playfully rolled your eyes, waving your friend off.

You two had just finished healing lessons with Mo’at, and were now on your way back to the Sully tent to hang out with the boys.

Kiri was swearing up and down that the feelings you had for Neteyam were very valid and very mutual, but you weren’t buying it.

Neteyam was a warrior, a Sully, a future Olo’eyktan.

You were just a simple girl who wanted to become a simple healer.

In your eyes, there was nothing special about you. You weren’t the best hunter, singer, or dancer.

So why would he ever like you?

A romantic relationship with Neteyam was a pipe dream. And to keep from getting hurt, you reminded yourself of this fact over and over again.

 “Well, my brother may not look it, but he’s an idiot. And a shy one at that. But that shyness and idiocy is alllll for you,” Kiri teased, giving you a few pokes in the stomach.

“Quit it!” you laughed, frantically shoving her hands away.

That was your tickle spot.

“You’re crazy! I could never say that!” a familiar voice exclaimed from inside a nearby tent.

You and Kiri quieted your giggles, turning to each other in confusion before moving closer to the home, peeking through a small tear.

“Shut it! Do you want the whole clan to hear?!” Lo’ak harshly whispered, shushing his older brother.

Neteyam.

“I’m sorry, but that’s far too bold. I’ll scare her away,” Neteyam dismissed, resting his hands on his knees, which were sat criss-cross.

Her?

You felt a piece of your heart break, and tears well in your eyes.

They were talking about a girl. One who Neteyam seemed fond of.

“We should go. It’s rude to listen in,” you whispered, your voice small and slightly broken.

Why were you feeling this way?

A lump in your throat seemed to grow larger and larger every time his words replayed in your head.

You had tried to push away your feelings, but at the first mention of another girl, it was made perfectly clear that you could not hide emotions so intense.

And Kiri was quick to pick up on this.

“Now hold on a minute. Let’s hear the rest,” she held your hand, giving it a comforting squeeze.

Little did the two of you know, Lo’ak had heard every word you said, and was now going to make it his mission to put on a show for Neteyam’s girl outside.

He knew his brother was a painful over-thinker, and would never make the first move on you.

So why not give him a little push?

“Okay, so what do you want to tell her then?” Lo’ak started again with a sigh, giving his brother tired eyes.

Neteyam groaned, raking a nervous hand through his braids. “That’s the problem. I don’t even know what to say.”

“Girls love compliments. So you gotta compliment her. Tell me a feature of (y/n)’s you like,” Lo’ak smiled, hopefully talking loud enough so you could hear

“Her eyes. They’re so big and beautiful, and have such a pretty, yellow color to them. I want to tell her this, but how should I?” Neteyam asked again.

“Just say it, bro. Walk up to her, flash her a nice smile, then say, Hey, (y/n). Did anyone ever tell you your eyes are beautiful?” Lo’ak demonstrated, making a Neteyam face at the last part.

You blushed so hard you thought you might burst.

Neteyam felt this way...about you?

“See, there you go again. You may be able to say that, but I cannot. I do not......I do not have your confidence,” Neteyam looked down at himself, hanging his head.

This was pathetic.

He needed to get help from his baby brother in order to talk to you.

He had faced his Iknimaya, Sky People, even his angry dad. But talking to you was scarier than all of those three things combined.

Lo’ak gasped, abruptly standing up from his seat. “You have loads to be confident about, bro! Just look at you.”

He smirked, walking over to his brother and giving him a firm pat on the back.

“You’re a strong warrior, a skilled hunter, and a killer with a bow and arrow. Not to mention you have the devilishly good looks of us Sully men. You’re the whole package, dude.”

Neteyam slightly smiled, thankful for his brother’s praise, but still on the fence about all this.

Lo’ak sighed, sitting down in front of the nervous boy.

“Let’s try something else. Why don’t you tell me what you like about her face? Her lips? Her hair? The way she braids her hair? What about-?” “I love all of it, okay!” Neteyam interrupted, unable to take this anymore. 

“I can’t pick one thing to like because they all are perfect to me. She is perfect to me. But I cannot just walk up to her and tell her this because what if she does not feel the same. I’d have poured my heart out, only for it to spill on the floor.”

Damn. 

Lo’ak had no idea his brother could be so poetic.

Sure, it would make him want to barf if anyone else had said it. But this was his brother, and he was happy for him.

Lo’ak smirked, realizing the trap he just led Neteyam in and giving his mental self a high-five.

Mission Accomplished.

Meanwhile, you were practically about to faint.

Your long time crush had just professed his love for you loud and proud.

And while you were over the moon with this news, Kiri’s I told you so face was starting to get on your nerves.

“C’mon. Let’s go before we get caught,” you whispered, getting ready to tip-toe away.

“You ladies can come in now!” Lo’ak cockily announced, you and Neteyam turning as pale as ghosts.

Shit.

...

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[miniwheat77]

Taboo. (Stepbro!Soap x Reader.)

!This is 100% pure disgusting taboo smut, do not read if you cannot handle it. You've been warned! NSFW, smut, unprotected sex!

(A video surfaced on my tik tok of Neil in that god forsaken wife beater where he says "Big sister to the rescue." and this was completely the reason behind this fic. Good luck.)

A sigh leaves Johnny's lips as they get ready to board an airplane to go home. Which catches the attention of Ghost. "What's going on Johnny?" Ghost asks. Johnny laughs. "Ah. I just would rather stay on base to be honest." He laughs. "Why?" He asks. "Well. My Step sister stays in my parents guest house everytime I come home and she kind've just... gets on my nerves." He laughs. "How so?" Ghost asks. Passing Johnny a water bottle. "She teases me about some of the dumb stuff I did when we were younger but it's relentless when she's around. Any girlfriend I've brought home she's run off by telling them what I've done." He rolls his eyes. Ghost laughs. "Sounds like her and I would get along ah?" He smiles.

Johnny laughs. "When is the last time you saw her?" Ghost asks. “It’s been a few years.”

Ghost nods. “Well. Johnny. She is your sister. Maybe just talk to her about the teasing.” He shrugs. Johnny nods. “Yeah you’re probably right.” He looks down. “Is that all she does?” He asks. “Yeah that’s pretty much it.”

“You’ll be fine Johnny. Just relax.” Ghost laughs. He nods. Ghosts flight makes last call, and they say their goodbyes. Johnny still has some time to kill before his flight is due.

He was not excited to be home.

———

Johnny feels dread as he catches a taxi to his parents house. They insisted he come visit during his break off. “It is summertime after all, Johnny.” Was their excuse. He agreed, but upon hearing his step sister would be there, he wished he hadn’t.

He knows she shouldn’t get to him as easy as she does, but there’s just something about her that he wants to avoid.

Despite growing up together, and getting along for the most part, he still wished he wasn’t here.

He carries his duffel bag inside and sets it down. Closing the door behind himself. He can hear his mum humming in the kitchen. “Hello?” He calls out. “Oh!” He hears her. She appears in the doorway to the living room. “Hi honey!” She smiles. She pulls him into a hug. “I’ve missed you so much. How was your deployment?” She asks. “Not bad. Fighting bad guys as always.” He laughs.

“Ah. Johnny. How are you kid?”

It’s his step dad, your dad. “I’m good old man. How are you?” He sees his graying hair. It makes him sad a bit, just how much he’s missed out on. “Good. Nice seeing you.” He pulls Johnny in for a hug. “I’m gonna go put this up in the room.” He nods. “Oh, Johnny wait.” His mum stops him. “Sorry. I turned the guest room into an office. You’ll be staying out in the guest house with Y/N.”

Johnny can feel the color leaving his face. He’s so screwed.

“Oh okay. So.. I’ll go take it out there.” He nods. He breathes. "Okay honey. I'm making lunch so tell Y/N to come in once you're done." She smiles. He nods his head. "I will mum." He laughs, making his way out the door. He runs his hand over his mohawk nervously. He's not looking forward to seeing you. He feels dread settle into his chest once again as he knocks at the door before entering. "Come in!" He hears you call. He grasps the knob, taking one last breath before he opens up the door. He sees you sitting on the couch in the small living area. You're watching something. "Johnny, hey!" You smile. He smiles. "Hey." He nods. "Heard I'm staying out here with you." He laughs. Stepping into the house awkwardly. You laugh. "Yeah, your mum turned the spare room into an office for her work since the place she was working in shut down." You explain, standing up. You hug him, and he can smell your perfume. The hair in his body standing up. He needed to get away from you. He nods his head. "I'll just go.. Unpack then. Room on the left?" He asks. "Yep."

———

Johnny can't get the tequila down fast enough. He hates this. He's only been here three days and already wants to go back. You've been glued to his side since he's been home. "Hey uh.. Is everything okay?" You ask.

You've just got home from his aunts house, and you'd done it once again. Pointed out something stupid or embarrassing he did as a teenager. He was trying to talk to his cousins new wife and you'd started in with it. He takes a deep breath.

"I just..." He sighs. Tilting back the cup of tequila he'd just poured. He's sure they didn't notice him take it from the main house. "Why do you always make it a point to embarrass me in front of people?" He asks. You look at him in confusion. "What?" You freeze. "Earlier, you brought up some stuff I did as a teenager and you do it all the time. Anytime I'm around." He rests his hands on the granite countertop in the kitchen. "Johnny I-"

"No, you do it all the time. I mean really. Any girl I've tried dating, anytime I'm around you, you make it a point to do it. I mean seriously. I didn't want to come home because of this and I knew I should've stayed on base." He shakes his head. "Johnny, I'm sorry okay?" He can see the hurt in your face from the words he's just said. "They're just stupid stories that I thought were harmless, I didn't know it was bothering you that bad." You sigh.

"Yeah well it is. I didn't want to leave base because of it and I've been here three days and you've already done it." He grumbles.

“Well that just makes me feel like a horrible big sister.” You sigh.

“You’re not my real sister.” He shakes his head.

He can see the hurt in your face. “Why do you always say that Johnny? We practically grew up together! What difference does it make if I’m your step-sister or not!”

“Because…” he grits his teeth. He rubs his hands over his face, stepping around the countertop. “It’s just different okay? You’re not my sister.” He shakes his head. Looking at the ground. "And I'm not a kid anymore alright? I wish you'd stop treating me like one." He sighs. You shake your head. He can see how bad he’s hurting you. He has to go all in.

All the poker chips in the pot, no going back. "Why do you always say that hm? That I'm not your sister? What's the difference?" He can see the tears gathering in your eyes.

“The difference is.. is that…” he shakes his head. Teeth gritted once more.

“Fuck it.” He mutters. He grabs a hold of your shirt, pulling you into him. He kisses you hard, feeling you tense up against him. He backs up into the countertop. Your eyes are wide for a second, closing after a moment. He pulls away when he doesn’t feel you kiss back.

“Shit- shit. I’m sorry.” He steps back. Seeing you standing there. You’re staring at him but he can’t tell exactly what’s going through your head.

He wouldn’t call you his sister because of the way he felt about you.

You shake your head, shaking yourself out of your thoughts. Kissing him again.

He freezes up, just like you had. Before wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you up. He sets you down onto the countertop. Your dress gives him easier access to your body, feeling his rough and calloused hands gliding up your hips and onto your waist. Hooking his fingers over your panties to pull them down. He says nothing more, quickly freeing himself from his jeans, lining up with you. Just like that, you're exposed. Nothing between the both of you anymore.

When he thrusts up into you, a gasp leaves both of your lips. Freezing up momentarily at the intensity. Your hands clutch the edge of the countertop. His eyes burn into yours, only pulling away to look between the both of you. The clarity seems to hit the both of you all at once.

A knock at the door has you both jumping. “Shit-“ you mumble. He presses a finger to your lips. “Y/N? Johnny? Dinner is ready!” He can hear his mum yell. “Fuck- oh fuck.” He mutters as quiet as possible. “Uh. Yeah! Okay! We’re just going to finish this movie really quickly!” He calls out. “Okay sweetie. No rush.”

He can hear her footsteps going back to the main house. He turns back to you. Swallowing hard. “Should we stop?” He asks.

Your heart pounds in your chest. Johnny has barely touched you and you already have that knot forming in your stomach. He’s undeniably good at this, he feels even better. “No.” You look up at him. He swallows hard, grasping a hold of your wrists and holds them against the countertop. Pinning them there. He raises himself up, sliding out of you. Feeling you choke out a gasp as he thrusts back into you. The muscles in his upper arms and shoulders flexing. The muscles in his neck doing the same as he grits his teeth. He pushes you back by your chest, until your back is flat on the counter.

“Oh fuck Johnny.” You whimper. His pace is bruising. Slow but hard thrusts. “Fuck- I’ve wanted this for so long.” He clenches his eyes closed. “So fucking long you have no idea.” He cries, body shivering. He’s finally getting what he’s dreamt of for nearly 20 years. “I knew coming here was a bad idea, I knew I wouldn’t be able to control myself around you.” He hisses.

Johnny feels like a freak. Like some kind of pervert for pining after his step-sister after all of these years.

It’s almost like you read his mind. Maybe you can see the doubt in his eyes.

“I-“ you start. You flinch as the tip of his cock presses against your cervix. “It’s why I ran off all your girlfriends.” You gasp as he clutches your thighs harder. “Wasn’t just you.” You pant. Eyes fluttering closed. “Fuck.” He growls. He lowers his head, resting it over your clothed chest. You can feel that his hair is damp with his sweat. The thought that you want him just as bad as he’s wanted you lights a fire inside of Johnny. He bites down onto your collarbone, feeling you whimper. He’s going to make you his. He’s going to show you that nobody will be able to touch you like he can.

Johnny will learn every inch of your body and he’ll know exactly what to do to get you addicted to his touch. Addicted to him.

He adjusts himself, fixing the angle at which he thrusts into you. Gliding through your folds. He presses right against that spongy spot inside of you, hearing you gasp. He lowers his hand, thumbing your clit. He can feel you jump at the pressure he puts on it. “I know it’s a lot baby. Just relax.” He breathes. You nod your head, watching his hands as he touches you. Rubbing gentle circles into your clit. “Poor thing.. so swollen.” He pouts, a smile playing at his lips. A whine leaves your lips. You’re close already. Dangerously close. He can feel you clamping down around him. This is where he makes you his.

He pushes your dress up onto your hips, spreading your legs further. Pushing them up just slightly.

He thrusts into that spot, mercilessly. Your legs tremble and tears gather in your eyes. He’s so good at this, so so good.

Tears spill over your eyelids and before you can stop yourself, a moan leaves your lips. He clamps a hand over your mouth, seeing your eyes roll back. His eyes widen as your pussy clamps down around him. He leans down, pulling his hand away to kiss you, fucking you through your high. Feeling you squirming beneath him as he overstimulates you. “M’close, so close.” He pants. “Can you take it?” He asks. You nod your head. His breathing picks up. You can hear his heart pounding from a few inches away. “It’s okay Johnny. Relax.” You breathe, trying to soothe him. His skin is beat red.

“Look at me.” You breathe. His eyes flicker to yours. “Give yourself to me Johnny.” You sigh. His body shakes, he’s right there. You wrap your legs around him, hands clutching at his shirt for dear life.

He grits his teeth, moaning out as he reaches his high, not even thinking to pull out. A gasp leaves your lips, eyes widening as he empties himself inside of you.

Your thighs are sore and shiver slightly. “Fuck…” he gasps. leaning onto the counter to hold himself up. He breathes heavily. He rests his forehead against yours. He can still hear you panting, over his own. He pulls away from you, sliding himself out of you with a gasp, hearing you whine. He stands up completely, tucking himself back into his jeans. “I.. I gotta go change.” He breathes. You nod your head, pulling your dress down slightly, holding your knees up to yourself. Once he’s gone, you make your way into your room, walking awkwardly as you feel his filth seeping from your cavern, coating your thighs. You lock your bathroom door behind you, turning to look at yourself in the mirror.

You’d just had sex with Johnny. Your step-brother.

You shake yourself out of your thoughts. Cleaning yourself up and changing out of your dress before you emerge. You can still hear him moving around in his room. Maybe, it’s a one time thing. Maybe it won’t happen again.

You want to beat yourself up because you know if he tries again. You won’t stop him. You step out into the kitchen, freezing up when you see the countertop where he'd been inside you just moments ago.

A gasp leaves your lips as he turns you by your shoulder, pushing you up against the wall. You didn’t hear him come out. He takes a deep breath, looking at you. “I’m sorry.” He breathes. “I shouldn’t have done that.” He sighs.

“I’m not sorry. Because I liked it.” You breathe, looking up at him through your eyelashes. You can see his eyes darken. He grips your jaw, kissing you again. He kisses you hard, lowering his hand to rest around your throat. Holding you still. You whine into his kiss but he knows he needs to stop before it goes any further. He pulls away, keeping his lips just centimeters from yours. “We have to go inside.” He sighs. Finally pulling himself away from you.

“After you.” He moves to the side. Hearing you laugh.

The dinner table is incredibly awkward. You and Johnny keep exchanging awkward glances, knowing that what you had done just minutes before was sinful. It was dirty and bad and you couldn't imagine what would happen if your parents found out. “So. What movie were you guys watching?” His mum asks.

“Uh..” you breathe. “It was a show I was watching, he was just finishing up the episode with me. Just some documentary.” You speak up fast. Knowing Johnny isn’t too fast on his feet when it comes to lying. “Well I’m glad to see you two getting along.” She smiles. “Yeah. It’s been fun.” You say. “Yeah, I’m glad I came to visit.” Johnny nods. Neither of you eat very much. “I couldn’t help but notice the door was locked earlier.” His mum laughs. “Almost had to dig the key out but I forget you’re both adults and I can’t just barge in.” She laughs. “Oh yeah, I was taking my makeup off in my room and Johnny was taking a shower. Didn’t want to leave it unlocked for some creep to walk in and try to join him or something.” You send him a playful smile, seeing him roll his eyes.

His mum laughs, your dad rolling his eyes at your crude joke.

I almost feels like the dinner goes by even faster. Neither of you wanting to face what had just happened between the both of you.

"Alright, you guys get a good nights sleep, we're going to the lake tomorrow remember?" Your dad smiles. "Yeah, course dad. See you guys in the morning." You smile. You and Johnny walk back to the guest house. It's a slow walk.

When you step inside, locking the door behind you, you turn to him. "Maybe we should talk about this." You sigh. He grips your chin, holding your face still so he can kiss you, feeling you melt right into him. "Or maybe we can talk later." He breathes. His breath is warm on your face. You can't stop yourself as you nod your head. He turns you around, backing you up into the door. Pushing you up against it and kissing you again.

What were you getting yourself into?

[sonder-paradise]

𝐁𝐮𝐭, 𝐎𝐡, 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐦 — 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭

◊ ft. kazuha, cyno, wanderer, gn!reader

◊ genre. fluff, infuriating love, accidental confessions

◊ a/n. based off that tik tok audio that goes “oh, i hate him! but, oh, how i love him”

— 𝐊𝐚𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚

oh there was something just so infuriating about kazuha sometimes. he runs through your mind in a wafting haze and despite his sweet, charming smile, you see the way he teases you. the way he brushes his fingers against your cheek, asking with an innocent smile if you're alright.

"are you sure you wouldn't like some assistance?"

you can see the laughter in his perfect eyes and you pull back. he's just so charismatic, just so lovely, just so... so annoying!

the one night you're not with him, you're speaking with the wind. it combs back your hair with whispy fingers and tells you to spill your secrets.

"oh, i can't stand that man sometimes!" you sigh, "he's too charming for his own good!"

kazuha smiles to himself, sitting in the branches above. he sends a flickering leaf down to you, but you pay it no attention as it kisses your head.

"but i suppose that's why i love him..."

with that, he tumbles from the tree's lofty wooden arms and stands before you. your eyes widening before he's reaching out to seemingly cusp your face.

"y/n... you've got something in your hair."

his hand flickers to the leaf settled on your head and you stare at him in vast awe. oh, he truly is just so annoying!

— 𝐂𝐲𝐧𝐨

bursting into your bedroom, you flung your items from your travels to and fro. frustration pulses through your mind before you settle on the sofa nearby, plopping down and clutching a throw pillow.

that bothersome general mahamatra! you stared at the pool of items you had thrown onto the floor. everything you carried during your brief travel with him.

"how can one man be so oblivious?!"

from the shadows of the doorway, cyno peers inside. he questioned your odd behavior early this evening, but never had he thought he was the root of your problem.

"ooh! i hate him! i hate him!"

cyno's stunned; frozen to his feet. you dislike him that strongly? the throw pillow in your hands flies towards the door behind which he stands and for the first time in a long time, cyno flinches hearing its impact.

"but, god, i can't hate him," you sigh, "not when he's so..." the words drift away from you but cyno catches them. he wants to, anyways.

and he feels his cheeks warm.

he peeks in through the doorway, watching as you stand to pick up the pillow. you're a mere couple of inches away from him and his heart races in a way he's never felt before.

and suddenly, he's staring into your eyes and—

"...cyno?"

ah, could a heart potentially stop this way?

— 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫

you could not believe that such a horrific nuisance of a man claimed a piece of your heart. you stared at the white handkerchief Scaramouche had handed you earlier.

how pretentious he sounded whilst clicking his tongue and wiping away your scratches and wounds after a rather nasty fight. his scolding felt like acid against your skin.

yet, the way he gently wiped your cheek and dabbed away the caked-up blood embedded on your fingers...

you crumpled the clean handkerchief in the palm of your hand. you wouldn't... you couldn't...

frowning, you held the handkerchief to your face, trying not to remember the way he stroked back your hair just so he could get a better look at you.

"fuck...!"

"what's got you in such a shitty mood?"

the very man you were cursing arrived at your side, smirking somewhat at your rather erratic behavior.

"what're you doing here?" you grumbled, narrowing your eyes at him.

"i'm here for you."

your eyes widened, your breath got caught in the back of your throat, your mouth opened and you—

"Not literally you though. Just to get back my handkerchief."

This little...!

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[spaceshipellie]

Hey angel, i love easy mode so much, that I needed to request you something 🥺 can you write an one shot based on this tik tok

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZM2HGg4h8/

And in the end ellie fucks you to teach you a lesson goddddd pls

hey babe thank you so much!!! and thank you for the ask i’m feral for gamer!ellie😭 i hope you like it!

warnings: SMUT OBVI SO MDNI

you were lying on the sofa with your feet in ellie’s lap whilst she played her video game. she kept switching back and forth between leaning forward, arms resting on her knees saying things like “fuck, come on, you fucker” etc and leaning back when it was less intense. whilst sometimes you found her game rage really funny, sometimes it just turned you the fuck on. this was one of those times so you decided to have some fun with it.

“baby, remember that girl i told you about who also plays this game?”

she didn’t look at you, her eyes completely glued to the screen.

“ummm, no?” her fingers moved rapidly on the controller.

“well anyway, she was telling me she’s got to the highest level or highest ranking or whatever and i was saying that you were trying to do that but were struggling so she offered to come over and give you some tips.”

this ‘girl on the highest level’ didn’t exist but it was worth the lie for the way ellie squinted her eyes and had a look of disbelief on her face.

“tips? she wants to give me tips?”

“yeah, i thought it was nice of her to offer,” you said sweetly. she just scoffed and carried on playing.

“i’m gonna text her and say she can come over for a game night sometime.”

“i don’t think you are.”

“why?”

“i don’t want this girl to come over and give me tips, fuck that.”

“but i thought you wanted to level up?”

“i don’t care.”

she was starting to get defensive and you had to stifle a laugh.

“but she really wanted to help!”

“well, she can go fuck herself,” she grumbled.

“ellie!”

she ignored you. you watched her long fingers moving quickly over the buttons on the controller.

“fine, i’ll just message her and tell her not to bother.”

“sounds good to me.”

“or maybe i’ll ask her to come over and teach me how to play.”

for the first time, ellie looked at you before looking back at the tv.

“why the fuck would you need to do that…”

“maybe i wanna learn and i mean i’d be learning from one of the best,” your tone was teasing and you could see her jaw clench. she was pissed off and it made your stomach knot.

“ellie.”

“what.”

you let out the laugh you’d been holding in and she slammed on pause, throwing the controller down. she grabbed your ankles in her lap and pulled them harshly until your ass hit her thigh and you were lying on your back.

she leaned over you, grabbing your cheeks in between her fingers. her other hand rubbing soft circles on your bare thighs.

“something funny, baby?”

“n-no, ellie.”

“you tryna make me jealous?”

you shook your head no. her hand crept further up your thigh under your skirt.

“don’t lie to me, or else i won’t give you what you want.”

it was amazing how quickly you could go from being smug and teasing her to being completely at her mercy, letting her do whatever she wants. she released your cheeks and brushed her thumb lightly over one.

“now tell me what you want.”

you stuttered not being able to get your words out.

“don’t go shy on me now, baby,” she squeezed your thigh before hooking her finger in your underwear.

“do you want me…here?”

you nodded frantically.

“speak up.”

“y-yes, please.”

“there you go.”

she pushed your legs apart, exposing your pantie covered cunt. she immediately started rubbing circles on your clit through the thin fabric and you moaned. she leaned down to kiss you before moving her lips to your ear.

“gonna have you coming so hard for me you won’t even fucking remember that girl.”

your back arched as you started grinding on her hand.

“i need more.”

“do you deserve more?”

“ellie, please.”

she smiled wickedly.

“you’re so cute.”

her teasing was getting too much and you just really needed her to fuck you. you tried to catch her lips in a kiss but she moved away making you whine.

she pulled your underwear down and tossed them aside, shifting so that she was sat right in front of your exposed pussy. she glided a finger through your folds, feeling how wet you were. you pulled your top up so you could play with your tits and she smirked.

“you’re so fucking needy for me, aren’t you?”

she started rubbing your clit again and you pinched your pebbled nipples.

“yes.”

“only like it when i teach you, huh?”

her movements quickened.

“oh, fuck, yes yes, only you.”

“good girl.”

she replaced her fingers with her thumb and pushed two fingers inside you, fucking them in and out. you whimpered and your eyes rolled back.

“look at me,” she ordered and you did. she looked down at where her fingers kept disappearing into your dripping cunt.

she then leaned over you and wrapped her other hand around your neck. you looked up at her with pleading eyes.

“think you can take another finger, baby?”

you nodded and she pushed a third in, stretching you. you gasped and moaned as she hit your sweet spot over and over, the sloppy wet sounds filling the room.

“ellie, i’m gonna–“

“come, baby, fuck.”

your moans were animalistic as you came, feeling something gush out of you. her hand let go of your neck and after a couple more pumps she pulled her fingers out. they were dripping.

“you fucking squirted, baby.”

she had the smuggest smile on her face as she lied on top of you to give you a kiss. she then put her fingers in her mouth to taste you.

“bet no one else could get you to do that.”

[mykneeshurt]

Breath work

Am I a ghost simp? Damn right baby, since I played that menace back in 2009. All the edits on tik tok have gotten me feral and frothing at the mouth. He could break my neck and I’d thank him, so have a quick one from me (☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞

I have other ideas I’m working on, but I work full time so please bare with ✨

Feedback always welcome, I DO NOT own the mask line we all know and love, it was too good not to put in here. I DO NOT own any of the characters mentioned. I do not own the gif, credited on the tag line.

Warnings - breath play, vaginal sex, rough, unprotected sex, quick sex, no minors! Get outta here.

I tried to keep him the silent type, and everything he says I said to myself in his accent first lmfao to see if it sounded good 😂

The first time you met Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley was when you were introduced to Task Force 141, as a new Special Forces Sargent. The rest of the team welcomed you with open arms, keen to get to know you. John ‘Soap’ McTavish and you soon become good friends. But Ghost? Nothing. He barely even acknowledged you. You were all currently at base in Herefordshire, training whilst waiting for your next mission instructions.

Your down time was spent at the firing rage letting off some steam. It was early November so there was a chill in the air. As you led on your stomach lining up your target you took in a deep breath to steady your aim. Squeezing the trigger the shot fired and the butt of the gun kicked back into your firm shoulder. Bullseye. Smiling to your self you sat up on your knees taking in the clean morning air. ‘Not bad’ a gruff voice rang out behind you making you jump. Spinning around you saw Ghost stood before you, his intimidating frame casting a shadow with the morning sun.

‘Not bad?’ You asked completely offended, who does he think he is? He barely speaks two words to you and now he’s critiquing your marksmanship? You got to your feet in a huff and barged past him, placing your rifle on the table. He stood arms crossed against his wide chest, his biceps bulging underneath his khaki jumper. You stood drinking him in, all of him. He stood at roughly 6’2, towering above you and you 5’5 medium build. Thick strong thighs sat under his tight cargo trousers begging to be touched.

He let out a small sigh ‘yeah not bad, could do with brushing up on your breath work though.’ Was he actually doing this? You were a special forces Sargent who specialised in weapons? Sure he was good, you’d seen his record but was he as good as you? Surely not?

Scowling at him you crossed your own arms closing off your body, ‘fine, you can show me. Seeing as I’m clearly not up to your standard.’ Grabbing your rifle you walked back over to him slamming it into his chest. Fuck, you thought to yourself, his chest was rock hard. You felt heat rush to your cheeks as you let go of the gun, catching his gaze.

If you’d have known any better you’d say you saw a slight movement in his eyes indicative of a smirk. Ghost led prone on the floor, his right knee bent parallel to his hips. His ass looked phenomenal in that position, it was only when you heard 3 rounds go off did you avert your gaze back to the target. Damn, fucker was fast. Seeing him do that in the flesh was … something else. He peered over his shoulder at you, the white skull detail was stark contrast the black paint he kept on around his eyes. ‘Try again, I’ll help you’ he gestured.

Rolling your eyes you led next to him on the floor, you’d never been this close before. Your left arm brushed against his as you took hold of your rifle, your hip in line with his as you brought you knee up to position. You took aim as Ghost took hold of your shoulders slightly altering your position. His grip was firm, his large hands encasing your shoulders with ease. He trailed his hands to your ribs ‘breathe in’ he commanded. Taking a breath in to steady yourself was torture, you felt like you were going to explode. ‘Hold it here’ he said as he gripped your chest, your heart was pounding at his touch. As you held your breath at his desired depth you squeezed the trigger, one, two, three times. Hitting the bullseye again but this time it felt cleaner.

‘Better.’ He said finally letting go of your ribs. You let out a shaky breath, ‘thanks, sir.’ You mumbled, feeling him slightly tense next to you. If there was one thing you had noticed about Ghost, it was his eyes. Dusky blue peering out of his black skull balaclava which he never took off. They always seemed so empty, glazed over and yet always full of emotion. He never outwardly showed much emotion during missions, he and Soap were close and he trusted his team. Soap always told you about his great sense of humour, but he was yet to share that with you. You were nearly always paired with Gaz or Captain Price in the field.

Ghost got to his feet before helping you up, his firm grip on your hand and the ease he pulled you up with further made your heart pound in your chest. He’s your lieutenant, your superior, you shouldn’t be having these feelings … these thoughts. Your mind wandered to what his hands would feel like around your thro … ‘alright love?’ Ghost asked interrupting your train of thought. Flustered you let go of his hand and tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear. ‘Oh, yeah, sorry, not with it today.’ Your hair was normally slicked back into a tight bun, as per regulations. But no one bothered you out here this early, so you’d wear your hair in a loose plait instead.

‘That was a good shot, hold your breath just like I showed you. You’ll be making cleaner shots in no time.’ You smiled up at him through your thick lashes. ‘How did you know I was down here?’ He visibly tensed, staring with his arms crossed across his chest, staring right at you. ‘I always know where you are.’ He replied bluntly.

He took a step forward closing the space between you, his gaze never faltered from yours. Your breath hitched in your throat and you instinctively took a step backwards. ‘W … what?’ You stammered, surprised but not afraid.

He reached forward and grabbed your belt pulling you into him, you slammed into his firm chest. He snaked his hand to the back of your neck, his gaze becoming suddenly more intense. You placed your hands on his abdomen, your nails firmly gripping his jumper. You could feel his breath beneath his mask brushing over your flushed skin. Short shallow breaths escaped your lips, as you searched his eyes for any clue of what he was thinking.

Nothing.

‘Simon?’ You stuttered beneath your breath ‘what are you doing?’ His hand cradled the base of your skull and neck, his thumb and forefinger adding slight pressure. His eyes darted from your eyes to your lips and back again, pupils dilated. Yet he still seemed un phased by what he was doing. You licked your dry plump lips, all moisture seeming to have escaped your mouth. His eyes flicked down again, if you hadn’t have been concentrating you would have missed it. His gloved hand still gripping onto your belt as he pulled you closer still. He brought his head to your ear ‘I 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 want to know where you are’ he growled.

You clenched your thighs together, his deep voice ricocheting through your body. The tension between you two was building, something had to give. It was a matter of time of who would break first. His clean but musky smell invaded your nostrils further heightening how aroused you were. You looked up at him with doe like eyes, lips slightly parted.

‘Take it off’ you asked looking at his mask.

‘Negative.’

‘Why? Are you ugly?’ You smirked.

‘Quite the opposite’ he replied, sounding amused. Slowly you creeped your hand up his chiselled body, searching his eyes for any objection. As you got to the base of his mask you slipped a finger under the fabric, the pressure of the back of your neck increased. His eyes never straying from yours, fuck this guy is intense.

You slowly brought your other hand to the bottom of his mask and began to roll it up. His defined stubbled chin and full lips came into view. Slowly you traced your thumb around his lips, before slowly dragging your thumb on his bottom lip. Managing to get a glimpse of his white straight teeth. His grip on your belt tightened, so much so you could hear the crunch of the leather. His breath smelt like mint as it caressed your face. You traced your thumb again, this time placing your other hand on the side of his neck. His pulse felt steady, almost relaxed, because of course it did. His skin was warm and soft to the touch, as you grazed your nails along the back of his neck. You broke eye contact first, glancing at his lips, silently begging him to make to make the first move.

Without warning he dropped his hand from your neck to your ass and lifted you with ease. Coaxing you to wrap your legs around his waist, which you did without hesitation. He took a few steps before your back met with the brick wall of the shelter with a dull thud. The thud caused an involuntary moan to slip past your lips whilst you tried to catch your breath. As your lips parted Ghost met them with his own, his kiss tasted of pure desperation. Desperation to taste you, to feel you, to claim you. His other hand still cradled the back of your head, where he placed it to stop it from hitting the brick.

He led the kiss, opening your mouth with his, his tongue meeting yours as he tightened his grip in your hair. Breathless he pulled away ‘fuckin’ hell’ he muttered. Another moan escaped you as you caught your breath, tightening your legs around his waist. Begging for some friction to release the tension. ‘Dirty fuckin’ bitch’ he growled before reclaiming your mouth. He lightly tapped your thigh for you to get down, he lowered you to the floor not breaking the kiss.

As he kissed you, you heard a belt buckle rattle before he pulled your plait, forcing you to look at him. ‘I wanna see how good your breath work really is.’ He slowly wrapped his belt around your neck before pulling it tight, ‘that’s it’ he whispered in your ear in a low tone. He pulled the belt tighter until you had just enough room to inhale. You gripped his forearm, feeling his muscles tighten and he gripped the belt. Each fibre rippling under your fingertips. ‘Don’t touch the belt sweetheart, or I’ll stop.’

Nodding, he turned you around and pushed your torso into the red brick. He pulled your elbows behind your back holding them in his firm grip. His free hand slid under your top, his gloved hand grazed your skin. You just about managed to squeeze your vocal cords together ‘the glove … off’, you panted. Ghost placed the tip of his gloved finger on your lips, as you bit the tip of the glove he slid his hand out. Placing his hand once again on your stomach, this time the sensation of skin on skin burned through you.

He undid your belt and popped open your trousers, slowly working his hand inside. His fingertips brushed over your black lace panties, eliciting a gasp from your lips. He yanked your trousers down just below the crease of your ass. A sharp blow hit the right cheek before he pulled your panties down also. He pulled your hips back into him forcing you to stand at an angle, your cheek pressed into the wall. You could feel his gaze burning into you, ‘fuck … me’ you groaned through gritted teeth and a constricted throat. He caressed your thigh ‘patience love.’

An eager but exasperated moan left you as you looked over your shoulder at him. Silently pleading. He’d pulled his mask back down over his lips, once again becoming Ghost, looking back at you through hooded black eyes. Without warning he cupped your pussy, your eyes rolled back from the much needed touch. He let out a grunt of approval before sinking a finger into you. You arched your back into him, this wasn’t want you wanted, what you needed. What you needed was for him to fuck you.

Sensing this, he lined up his cock and thrust into you. Forcing you to take him in one go, it was the most pleasurable burn. Breathy moans filled the morning air between you. He steadied your hips with his hand as he quickly established a firm pace. Letting go of your elbows you placed them on the wall in-front of you for extra support. The shape of your body in this position drove him crazy. The defined muscles of your back peeking out from the bottom of your top, tensing with every thrust. He grabbed your wrist, guiding it down to your clit, instantly understanding you began rubbing firm circles.

He unexpectedly let out a small whimper from underneath his mask, he was close. ‘Good girl’ he praised, ‘just like that … fuck.’ You were close too, the pressure began building, your muscles becoming tighter. Hoarse moans left your throat, the belt feeling tighter and tighter. You came just before he did, clenching around his generous sized cock. He slid his hand under your top grasping at the untouched skin of your chest. ‘Please don’t stop’ you gasped, desperate for air. The pleading tone in your voice sent him over the edge. He came in your still pulsating pussy, filling you with his cum. You looked over your shoulder, eyebrows furrowed, meeting his eyes with a filthy smile on your lips as he filled you up.

His rhythm slowed until he eventually stopped, making sure every last drop was inside you. As he pulled out he watched as yours and his cum dripped out of your pussy slowly. Not being one for waste he trailed his finger up your thigh to push it back in, the feel of his finger sliding back in was bliss. He undid his belt from around your neck as you pulled up your trousers, a satisfied grin plastered on your face.

Your face still flushed you looked up at him ‘not bad Riley, but maybe I can help you with your technique.’

[bellewintersroe]

Daniel Ricciardo x HornerDaughter! Reader

part 13 - dramaaaaa y/n gets upset when reading some of the weird comments after a little group holiday goes viral and secrets are starting to be exposed. Little bit of a time jump here, I wanted to get to the nitty gritty parts. Also I realised I accidentally wrote the last chapter in first person instead of third? (Or second I can’t remember wtf each one is) oops!!!! Here’s the LINK to part 12.

warnings: mentions of sex, inappropriate touching (consensual ofc) nothing too graphic, hate?? comments& crying. Mentions of readers and Daniel’s age gap, but again the ages are up to you, I’m going no lower than 22/23 because I feel kinda weird about any younger.

“How are you so tanned, Daniel?!” The almost-as-tanned girl sat down on the Australian’s bare lap. Hence the almost, being from England and from a ginger father, she was always naturally pale and tended to use spray tans to make up for the translucency of her skin.

“It’s called being Australian, baby.” Daniel cheekily grinned, holding her bum cheek and giving it a quick squeeze as soon as she sat. “Yeah, but…” y/n scooted forwards, playing with the strands of his hair. The Ibiza sea had somehow made his hair even curlier, even hers had a beachy wave to it that Daniel thought made her look like a mermaid (as he told her 5 times over). He thought she looked beautiful- he didn’t think she could get anymore beautiful until he saw her bikini cladded, in her natural form, cannon-balling off the side of the yacht they’d boarded for the night.

“You’re like so nice and dark, can’t you give some to me?” His eyes, fell to her chest, the baby pink pushing up the swell of her breasts. He just wanted to nuzzle his face deep inside of- “Daniel…” she warned.

“Right, sorry… yeah, I would if I could.” With his eyes back on her freckled face, she offered him a smile, nudging to leave his lap. Daniel’s hands tightened with a soft, “no.”

“What? You wanna have sex… again?” Her brow perked, Daniel felt hot under her gaze, and he couldn’t deny the semi that was growing in his swimming trunks.

“No- yeah.” He couldn’t even lie. They’d been at it like rabbits, and especially on this yacht, on the deck when nobody was watching, all over the bedroom, in the water (comment if you acc want me to write a smut based off this lmao). She was sore from the amount of action she’d had the past two days, but she wasn’t complaining, y/n just thought she needed to give certain areas of her body a rest.

“Daniel.” She groaned, head dropping on his shoulder. “Can’t help my girlfriends fucking sexy as fuck.” His lips pressed to the inside of her shoulder, at first she was about to shudder from the action, but the specific use of girlfriend threw her into a frenzy of excitement. “Oh, I’m your girlfriend now?” She tried to play it cool, but both of them could hear the giddiness oozing off her voice. “Uh huh… if you wanna be?” Daniel nodded up, a closed mouth smile growing on his face. “Yeah.” A giggle escaped her lips.

“Yeah? I already thought you were, you… sausage.” He teased, bouncing her slightly on his knee. “Mmmmh, whatever.” They shared a loving kiss, one that wasn’t helping Danny’s situation in his pants. “I’m gonna go shower.”

“Ok, babe. I’ll get in after you, I’m just gonna go back on deck with the lads for a bit…” The good thing about the pair of them was that they could spend as much time together as possible without getting sick of one another, Daniel felt like she was apart of himself that he’d been missing his whole life- not to sound cheesy. But spending their own time together was so important, and space for y/n felt vital, especially when she wanted to have silent time, scrolling through her tik tok. At least, she thought she wanted some time to herself. Things were going well until a specific video of an overwhelmingly recognisable yacht came up on a video. Her stomach immediately dropped, pictures of her and Daniel, engaging in nothing to explicit, but a few kisses, touches, hugging. Clearly somewhat intimate moments that they kept concealed to the public eye. She swiped furiously, concerned as to what else had been captured. Daniel untying her bikini top, the two of them making out…

Y/n felt her breathing intensify and skin prick with beads of sweat. The comments were what she feared the most- the exploitive pictures were guaranteed to bring unasked controversy.

A mixed response was guaranteed, of course people were shocked, some ecstatic, others doubtful of their age gap. It wasn’t that which bothered her, it was the intruding questions and statements of complete lies and assumptions that rattled her. It didn’t take long for tears to form when people began comparing her to Daniel’s ex’s. Questioning ‘what age’ the relationship started, pointing out insecurities on her body, commenting on their visible intimacy.

Y/n was shaking when Daniel returned into their bedroom. She froze, phone still in hand, automatically turning off her phone as though she intended to hide this from him. “Still in your towel?” He attempted to tease, reaching out to nudge it off her head. The lack of response had him confused, stepping forwards with a slight hesitation.

Daniel questioned if she was crying, before shaking it off, but when she sniffled he was falling to his knees in front of her. “Hey…” he crouched in front of the saddened girl. He reached out, both hands resting on her lap comfortably, feeling a punch in the chest when he caught sight of her tear stained face. “Somebody’s leaked pictures.” She blurted out, voice heavy with upset. Daniel felt his breath hitch.

Without saying another word she handed over her phone, allowing Daniel to see for himself. “Nothing like- really bad, but… I don’t know.” She watched his reaction through the corner of her eyes, using her towel to wipe at her damp eyes.

“Oh, y/n/n.” Daniel sighed. “Fuck. I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.” She let out a sad laugh. “It’s just- it’s so invasive and the comments-” her voice became choked up once again.

“Ah, babe, you know not to read them. Fuck all that, it’s not even important.” He slung an arm around her, pulling her instinctively into his chest. “Like the most people are fine- but I-i don’t care it’s just the awful ones, Daniel. How have- why has somebody followed us on a fucking boat?” Her torment was something that angered Daniel. Not towards her, but to whoever the fuck stalked them, whoever decided to be a creep and take these pictures of her- not to forget the people who sent spiteful messages.

“People just like to ruin it for their own gain. I’m sorry, baby.” Again, Daniel sighed, feeling a little lost for words as y/n cried quietly in his arms. “Don’t-dont cry, y/n/n. C’mere.” She shuffled further onto his lap, wiping at her eyes in a subtle manner. “Like now my dad has to see that, everybody’s just gonna see and-” her voice cut short to avoid becoming too distressed. Daniel felt the tension that began to grow in his muscles.

“I don’t know.” She managed to exhale after. Daniel pressed a lingering kiss to her head, and squeezed her again. There was a moment of silence which fell between the pair. Daniels mind now began lingering.

“What did they say?” He knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help it.

“Just stupid shit.” He was already reaching back for her phone, glimpsing through a few of the weirder comments. “Oh, I can’t even read that shit.”

“Don’t read it then.” She muttered, biting down on her thumb. “Honestly fuck them.” Daniel inhaled, lifting up her cheek. One kiss was pressed to the rounder part of her cheek. A small, angelic kind of smile managed to peak through her sadness, even just for a second or so.

“I love you. So much, nothing in those comments will change that, will it?”

“No.” She agreed, swiping the last of her tears. “I’ll sort it out. Don’t worry.” He then nodded, a slight sense of reassurance filling her. “Are you sure?”

“Positive, baby. I’m not gonna let that slide, not when it’s upset you like this…”

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[bloodwrittenballad]

The Egg Incident | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: It turns out your husband is in fact very useful in the kitchen…

Warnings: Making out, suggestive themes, hint of smut at the end, married people banter, teasing, pranks, like one swear word? it’s short but fluffy and silly!! and not proofread!! i’m gonna list this as 18+, so minors, scram. based off a tik tok trend. okay bye <333

You saw it on tik tok, and you thought it was hilarious. Women from all over were posting videos of them using their husbands and boyfriends heads to crack eggs. It was genius, and the reactions were nothing short of amazing. You couldn’t help but imagine your own husband, Bradley, in this situation.

The mere thought already had you chuckling quietly to yourself, looking over at your sleeping husband as a smirk grew along your lips. Oh, you were so going to be trying it out in the morning. With a sigh and a small kiss to his nose, you settled in next to him for the night, cuddling into his side as an almost apology for the plan you’d be unfolding on him in the morning

Now, typically you weren’t an early riser. You liked sleeping in on your days off, but Bradley seemed to have other ideas. You woke up to your neck being pecked and tickled, no doubt by Bradley’s infamous mustache. His lips trailed gently down your shoulder as you turned to face him, a smile on your lips as you gazed upon your husbands pretty face. “Mornin’, you pretty little thing.” Bradley whispered along your skin as he continued bathing you in his love. “Morning to to you too, handsome. Someone’s in a good mood today,” you noted. “What? A man can’t show a little appreciation to his wife by waking her up with some lovin?” That had you giggling, as your hand reached up to hold his cheek. “Appreciation? Or desperation? Cause can’t seem to keep your hands to yourself this morning.” It was the truth. His hands hadn’t stopped roaming your body since the second you woke up, not that you minded of course. “Why you little-” Bradley began, but cut himself off as he lowered his mouth to yours once more.

And soon enough the two of you were in a heated make out, Bradley on top of you as he began making his way down to the needy spot between your legs. You were moaning, panting, clutching the white sheets in complete need as his jot breath fanned over your body like a sauna. And he was so close, so close to giving you what you wanted. But then- your stomach rumbled. Loudly. It sounded like a damn thunder storm, and Bradley couldn’t help but laugh at the sheepish look on your face as he began pulling away from you and stood up. You whined, making him chuckle more as he helped you out of bed. “Let’s get you some breakfast, baby, then I’ll have mine.” He said with a wink, leaving your mouth agape as he led to you the kitchen.

Once there, Bradley, of course, made himself comfy on the barstool by the counter. “What? You’re not gonna help me?” You teased with a knowing smile. Bradley wasn’t the best cook, to put it nicely. Hell, the man could hardly make toast without burning it. “I am helping!” Bradley defended, “I’m sitting here, all nice and pretty. I’m the eye candy,” he winked. And that he was, you agreed. As you looked him up and down, his abs on display as he was only wearing his boxers. With a playful scoff and shake of your head, you turned towards your fridge and began grabbing all the ingredients you needed for your breakfast. You began cooking, and once the time was right, you grabbed the eggs out of the fridge. That’s when a cheeky smile rose upon your features, as you remembered the countless tik toks you saw the night before. Your smile turned into a smirk, as you reached for a bowl and made your way towards Bradley.

Who, was watching you lovingly and was none the wiser as you padded your way up to him. You set the eggs and the bowl down, giving him a quick kiss. “Someone’s in a good mood,” Bradley copied your words from earlier, reciprocating the kiss. You had a sly smile as you said, “only because I have the best helper.” Bradley’s eyebrow quirked as you pulled away, but before he could say anything- wham!

The egg in your hand gently bounded across his forehead, “what the-” he watched as you smiled softly to yourself and mixed the egg into the bowl. “Baby, what the fu-” and then the second egg. He was left even more speechless as you walked back over to the burner, pouring the egg mixture into the pan. Your back was turned to him, so he couldn’t see the laugher you were trying to hold in as he stuttered out. “HUH?” Bradley finally croaked, and that’s when you lost it. You almost keeled over, laughing loudly as Bradley looked at you with wide and confused eyes.

“I am so lost right now, babe.” He said, walking over to your shaking with laughter figure. You sucked in a deep breath as you looked up at him, “see? now you’re not completely useless in the kitchen anymore!” You said with a small clap of your hands, before you went to turn around and focus on the stove. But before you could, Bradley was hauling you up in his arms, tossing you over his shoulder and matching you towards the bedroom. Not before he switched off the stove, of course.

“Bradley!” You squealed, playfully and lightly pounding your fists onto his back. “Let me down, my breakfast!” You whined, before Bradley tossed you onto the bed. “Oh baby, don’t worry, you’ll get your breakfast. Just not the one you were expecting.”

And then his boxers dropped to the floor.

[strniohoeee]

Guide

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Chris takes Y/N ice skating, but she can’t stop falling….(for him). This is based on my request asking for Chris to teach the reader how to skate, and she falls into his arms

Warnings⚠️: Nothing…just super cute once again

Song for the imagine: Are We Still Friends?- Tyler the Creator

“Pleaseee come with me” Chris was begging over the phone

“I don’t know how to ice skate though” I said back to him

“Dude I can teach you” he said in a dumbfounded way

“Why don’t you go with Nate, Matt and Nick?” I asked him

“They don’t want to go with me, and I really don’t want to go alone PLEASE” he yelled the last part

“Chris my ears..” i said to him

“Sorry! But please come with” he said sounding sad

“UGHH fine” I told him feeling defeated

“YES! Okay I’ll be there in 15” he said before hanging up on me

I sighed, and decided to get dressed. Waiting for Chris to come get me. Finally I heard music blasting and tires screeching to a stop, so I knew it was him. He just got his license, and for sure did not know how to drive still

I ran out the door, and into the car

I gave him a side hug as I got in the car

“Hey Chris” I said after I pulled away from the hug

“Helloooo ready to bust your ass” he asked as he put the car in drive and literally skirted off

“Ummm if we make it there, Jesus who was in the car with you when you took your test? A blind person?” I asked laughing at him

“Excuse me that’s not nice” he said looking at me with a sad face

“I’m sorry, but I’m also very serious,” I told him, laughing in his face.

The rink was only 10 minutes from my house. So once we pulled up and parked we hopped out, and headed inside

“Damn there is no one in here” I said as we walked up to the booth to pay for our ice skates

“Well it’s 12pm on a Monday afternoon….who would be here” he asked after paying

“You weird ass” I told him

“Well you’re here with me too, so that makes??? TWO WEIRD ASSES” he said, and we just laughed about it as I shook my head at his stupidity

I put my skates on, and immediately started to regret it…how the fuck am I supposed to skate on ice in these?? Let alone walk to the damn rink

“CHRIS” I yelled as I tried to stand up

He ran over and helped me balance myself

“I’m going to eat shit while we skate, and then you’re going to not be paying attention and skate right over my fingers, and then I’ll have no hands” I said trying to not go skate

“Y/N be for real right now….this is not final destination” he said pulling me with him to the ice

“I’m so scared” I said gripping onto him tightly

“Calm down and relax before your knees lock and you pass out” he said laughing at me

“This is not funny asshole” I said smacking him lightly

He helped me onto the ice and immediately I almost fell

“You are like a newborn deer” he said holding onto me

“In case you haven’t noticed because I know you don’t like to listen, but now you don’t like to use your eyes apparently…IVE NEVER DONE THIS” I told him sarcastically

“I’ll let you go” he said started to back away

“NO! I’m sorry” i said pulling him in tighter

“Take me to the ledge I’m going to hold on” I told him

He brought me to the ledge and I held on, I took my phone out of my pocket, and opened up TikTok

“Since I can’t skate let’s make some tik toks” I told him, at first he rolled his eyes, but then agreed

I started to film the tik tok, and slowly backed away from the camera

“Oh my god I’m doing it” I said as I looked back at him. The countdown went down and we started to lip sync to “I’m real” by Jlo and Ja Rule. I back up into Chris and he grabbed me putting his arm over me to hold me while we lip synced

A few tik toks later I was getting more comfortable skating a little bit.

Chris had it recording and I came up skating behind him, but I got a little wobbly, and I went to grab Chris, but I was falling and I ended up pulling him down with me. Both of our legs went up into the air, and we started dying of laughter. Chris got up dying of laughter and was trying to help me up, but he could not stop laughing

Finally he got me up, and I had hit stop, and slid the phone back into my pocket

“Okay let’s go to center so I can teach you some more” Chris said pulling me to the center of rink with no protection around us

“Okay so first move is how to stop” he said so he started to skate and stopped

“Do exactly that and you will not fall” he said smiling

“Oh my god yes that is so easy” I said in the most sarcastic way

“Just do it” he said rolling his eyes

As I went to stop I continued to slide, and fell right on my ass

“OUCHHHH” I said groaning and trying to get myself up

“Well how about we try a spin?” He asked

“Bitch? A spin? I just ate shit trying to stop and now you want me to become a figure skater” I told him

“It’s easy watch” he did a small spin, and I will say it looked easy, but Chris knew how to skate

As I went to do the spin I lost my balance, and as I went to fall back Chris caught me in his arms.

I looked up at him, and our eyes locked as we stared into each others eyes

“You’re not falling for me now are you?” He asked with a smug expression

I just rolled my eyes and got back up

“Way to ruin the mood” I said looking at him

“There was a mood?” He asked with a dumb look on his face

“Chris can’t you see I like you?? The way I just looked into your eyes, and practically melted” I said looking at him

“Ahhh so you do feel something for me?” He asked smirking

“Chris….” I said sighing

“What if I told you the feelings were mutual?” He asked skating closer to me

“I’d probably kiss you” I said looking at him

“Well in that case I really like you too” he said smiling at me

I turned and crashed our lips together pulling him in by his coat. We both pulled away

“I could do that all day” he said

“What is it with you and corny ass pick up lines” I said laughing at him

“Because they make you laugh, and I love how you look when you laugh” he said back to me

“Stop” I said trying to skate away as I was blushing, but instead I lost my balance and I took Chris down with me again

As we hit the ice with a thud we started laughing. He looked over at me, and kissed me, and I kissed back

“We’re going to have to work on these skating skills if you’re going to date me” he said helping me up

“Well good thing I have a good teacher” I said kissing him on the cheek

“And I have a good learner,” he said, kissing me back.

The End

Once again I hope you liked!!! And I hope that whoever requested this also liked it as much and I loved writing it🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽 I have more imagines to write, but I’m almost done 🙏🏽🙏🏽the rest will be uploaded later on today (it’s 1:34am) where I’m at🫢

-J💅🏽

[viradeity]

wingspan

summary: The Inner Circle ladies have a much needed night out, talk about wingspan ensues.

oh yeah requests are open!

azriel x reader

A/N: I had a lot of fun with this one. This was based off a popular Tik Tok sound going around now. Also, I am currently drinking Arizona while writing this, I realize I love Arizona just as much as I love Azriel.

THIS IS SUPER SHORT, I JUST NEED TO POST SOMETHING.

Warnings: Extremely Suggestive.

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You sighed against the loveseat you were sitting in, swirling around your wine in its glass. The girls have decided it was time for a night out. Honestly, you couldn't pass up the chance to hang with them.

The night was perfect, starting with you guys going for dinner, then doing a little shopping. Now, you were having a chat over drinks. You were completely lost in thought until someone called your attention.

"Y/n?" Elain asked.

"Yeah?" you replied, words not coming to you as fast doing to being a little tipsy.

"We were wondering um..." Elain seemed to blush and not continue.

Thankfully, Nesta finished, "We were wondering if Azriel has the biggest wingspan, for real."

The rest only looked at you with a look that screamed, "give us the details"

You laughed and took one big swing of your drink, "He might not look like he gets bitches, but honey that dick was 11 inches!"

When you finished, the girls jaws literally fell to the floor. Mor was the first to speak.

"I am actually crying for your cervix."

To this, Amren thoughtfully replied with, "In all my years of knowing him.....holy fucking shit."

Feyre just laughed, "Well- he's 100% the biggest, no question there."

Nesta looked at you thoughtfully and said, "I gotta say, I am pretty jealous, not even Cass could compare."

Elain had a face that said "what in Mother's name-"

When you got home, you saw Az. Rhys, and Cassian having a talk on the couch, they all looked up at you all as you came in.

"Hey love, how was your night?" Azriel asked.

"It was good, we talked about stuff."

"LIke what?"

"Wingspan." you deadpanned.

To this, the three batboys sighed, and brought out the measuring tape.

[yxngbxkkie]

i love you (h.j)

so, i found a tik tok that you can watch here of hannie saying i love you. and, i wanted to write a fic based on it. it's kinda sad but it has a happy ending 🥹 i hope you guys like it! 💓

feedback is appreciated 🥰

"Are you seriously being this way?" Jisung asks you with pointed eyes, his arms crossed over his chest. "I told you that this month's going to be busy. Our comeback is coming up quickly."

You scoff and run a hand through your hair, getting frustrated. "Okay, and I get that," you tell him. "But, I also thought that you'd make a little time for your fiancé."

The dark brunette rolls his eyes before walking towards the front door. "You're really going to throw that in my face? You said you understood. This is my life. It's always going to be this way," he mentions, putting his shoes back on.

"Where are you going?" You ask him, looking towards the clock.

"I'm going back to the studio. I'm not going to sit here and argue with you over stuff you already know, Y/N," Jisung sighs, opening the door to your shared apartment. "You're being really clingy right now, and I just… I can't handle it."

You purse your lips as tears begin to pool in your eyes. "God forbid I worry about you, Jisung," you laugh, shaking your head. "If you don't want someone clingy, maybe we shouldn't get married."

Silence fills the shared space, and both of you avoid eye contact with one another. Tears begin to slide down your cheeks, feeling a little hurt that he's not fighting to stay with you.

You walk away from him first, heading into your bedroom. You flinch a bit when you hear the front door shut, silence continuing to fill your apartment.

Your lip quivers as you look down at your engagement ring. A sob escapes your lips as you slide the ring off of your fingers, gently placing it on the dresser.

After trying to stop yourself from crying so much, you grab your duffel bag out of the closet. You stuff some clothes into it, packing everything you might need for the next couple of days.

A part of you wants to text Jisung to let him know that you're not going to be home. But, another part of you wants him to worry. Maybe he'll come to his senses and not let this small argument ruin your relationship.

You tuck your hair behind your ears before wiping the tear streaks from your face. You slip your shoes on and walk out the front door, locking it behind you.

~

Jisung plops down in Chan's chair, releasing a deep sigh. He rubs his hands along his face as the argument he had with you replays in his head.

He checks his phone and frowns at the photo of you on his lock screen. Jisung slowly closes his eyes, knowing that he's not going to get anything done in this state.

He scrolls through his contact list and decides to call Minho. He presses the phone against his ear while staring at the white table.

"Ya," Minho answers after the third ring, hearing the sound of oil bubbling in the background.

"Minho hyung," Jisung starts to break down, tears spilling from his round eyes. "I think I fucked up."

"What happened? Where are you?" Minho asks him.

Jisung wipes his eyes while leaning back in the computer chair. "I'm in Chan's studio," he mentions, sniffling a bit. "Y/N and I got into an argument… a-and now I don't even know if we're together anymore."

"Ya, Han Jisung, I swear," Minho sighs. "You need to go back home right now and make up for whatever argument you had. Understand? Otherwise, you're going to lose her."

"O-Okay. I'll head there now," Jisung whispers into the phone, shoving all of his stuff back into his bag. "I'll talk to you later, hyung."

"Let me know what happens, okay?" Minho's worried voice reaches Jisung's ears, causing the younger boy to nod his head.

He hangs up the phone afterward and quickly rushes out of the studio. It doesn't take him very long to get back home. He pulls his house keys from inside his pocket, unlocking the door before opening it.

His heart drops at the sight of an empty apartment. The only light comes from the oven in the kitchen. "Y/N?" He calls out your name, slipping his shoes off.

Jisung's heart races in his chest as he checks each room. He checks the bedroom last and notices the ring sitting on the dresser. He swallows the lump in his throat, tears quickly pooling.

"No, no, no," he mutters to himself, gripping the ring until his knuckles turn white. He grabs his phone with his free hand, typing in your number before calling. He starts to panic when it immediately goes to voice-mail.

He takes deep breaths, feeling an anxiety attack coming on. Jisung redials your number, calling again. "Come on, baby, please," he begs to himself as he tries to call for a third time, getting the same result.

His hands shake as he looks at the screen, seeing your cheery smile break his heart more than it already is. He swallows the lump in his throat, moving to sit against the wall.

"I guess I'll just leave a message…" He whispers, dialing your number.

~

You wake up feeling like absolute shit. A groan leaves your lips, bringing a hand to your forehead. "This is what I get for crying myself to sleep," you sigh, pushing the covers off of you.

You glance around the hotel room you're staying in, your chest clenching at the thought of what happened yesterday. You reach for your phone and turn it on for the first time in twelve hours.

The first notification that pops up is a voice-mail from Jisung. You hover your finger over the message, debating on whether or not you should listen to it. You swallow the lump in your throat and decide to listen to it.

You press play and press the phone against your ear. Your heart strings tug as soon as Jisungs voice starts. "Instead of apologizing, I'll say I love you," he starts, noticing his voice is a bit raspy and you frown. "Thank you for worrying about me, I love you. Really, thank you. I love you. I love you so much. I love you immensely. I love you endlessly. I love you completely. I love you so much. I really love you. I love you the most. I love you the most in the world. I completely, madly love you."

By the time the voice-mail finishes, you're crying your eyes out. You cover your mouth with your free hand, not wanting to be too loud with your sobs. You pull the device away from your ear, not hesitating to call him back.

You click on his contact and press the phone to your ear again, listening to it ring. After the fifth ring, Jisung picks up. "Honey?" He mutters, causing your breath to hitch. "Baby, listen, I-I'm so sorry. I-I didn't mean to call you clingy. It's just… this comeback is really exhausting, and I took it out on you. A-And I know that's not an excuse, but I don't want to lose you. I won't survive."

"Jisung," you cry out, his words making your heart hurt even more. "I don't want to lose you either."

"Come home, please," he begs before mumbling incoherently. Your lip trembles as Jisung starts to cry on his side of the phone. "I love you so much. I'll work on myself, I promise. Please marry me still."

"I'll still marry you, baby," you whisper, sniffling. "I'm sorry I left. I'm coming home right now."

You stand up from the bed, quickly making it before gathering your things. Jisung's still on the phone with you, and his voice comes through the device.

"You have nothing to apologize about, honey. This is all my fault," he reassures you. "When you come home, can I give you a kiss?"

A breathy laugh escapes your lips, and you grab a tissue to wipe your nose with. "Yeah, baby, you can give me a kiss," you tell him, feeling your heart flutter in your chest. You pause what you're doing as your gaze is fixed on the marble sink. "You pinky promise this won't happen again?"

"Cross my heart and hope to die, honey. I will never, ever do this again. I love you."

"I love you, Han Jisung."

~

tagging: @thewxntersoldier @reddesert-healourblues @spacegirlstuff @moon0fthenight @foxinnie8

[vanwritesfan-fiction]

“Because I Don’t Wike It!” (Request)

Based on this Tik Tok Video

Words: 960

Warnings: Mostly fluff, but kissing, illusions of smut

“5..4..3..2..1. Ready or not, here I come!” You took careful steps down the hallway of Jason and Kylie’s house on the lookout for two sneaky, little hiders. With the off season officially underway, you had a lot more time to travel with Travis. Your first stop was to Philly so Travis could visit his brother and see his nieces, and you tagged along because you loved his family so much. Wyatt was basically attached at the hip to you when you visited, and you loved getting time to spend with the girls.

You swung open the door to the bathroom- nothing. Playroom- still nothing. It wasn’t until you rounded the corner to Jason’s office that you heard two little giggles. “Wyatt, Elliotte, I don’t think you’re supposed to be hiding in Daddy’s office.” Wyatt jumped out from behind the couch, giving you her best scary growl. “Oh my gosh! You got me!” You got down to her level, whispering, “where is your sister?”

Wyatt pointed over to the closet, the door cracked ever so slightly. The two of you creeped over to the door, stopping just before it. “Gotcha!” You swung the door open, expecting to see a two foot 2-year-old, but were met with a 6’5 Tight end, Elliotte in his arms. “Rawrr!” their innocent scare made you stumble back, landing on your butt just before the fireplace. Travis placed Elliotte on the ground before rushing over to help you up. “Baby, I’m sorry, are you okay?” He pulled you into a hug, rubbing your back as you groaned in pain. “Yeah, I’m fine. A kiss would make it better though.” Travis looked down at you with a smile. “Oh, it would?” He leaned down to plant a kiss on your lips. “Ewww!” both girls giggled at your sign of affection.

“Alright!” you turned to the girls, clapping your hands to get their attention, “we have two hours until Mommy and Daddy get home, what do we want to do?” “Ummm…” Wyatt contemplated for a while, tapping her chin, “I don’t know”, finally answering in her sweet voice. Elliotte just stood in place, frozen, making you chuckle. “I need to go downstairs to make the pizza, T, can you take the girls to play for a bit?” Travis gave you pleading eyes, not wanting to be subjected to another princess party. The small crowns didn’t fit his head. You ignored his call for help, walking out of the room and down to the kitchen. “Babe, don’t leave me here alone!” Travis called after you as you jogged down the stairs. You grabbed the frozen pizza from the fridge, preheated the oven and left the box on the counter to thaw.

You were scrolling through your phone at the kitchen island when you heard a little voice shouting. You made your way up the stairs to the sound of Wyatt yelling at Travis. You stood in the doorway, taking in the scene. Travis was wearing a ridiculous pink wig that made him look like a Muppet character, Wyatt reaching over the chair he was sitting in to try to get it off his head.

“Take it off! Take it off!”

“Why?”, Travis asked, shaking one of the girls’ many toys. “Why do I have to take it off?”

“Because I don’t wike it!”

“You don’t like it? I thought you said you wanted Dad to have pink hair?”

Wyatt was beginning to get frustrated. “Yeah, but I don’t want you to have pink hair!”

Travis looked at you in disbelief, a scoff leaving his lips. “Why can’t I have pink hair?”

“Because you’re naughty and you’re sneaky!” That got a laugh out of you. When Elliotte saw you enter the room, she immediately asked to be picked up, a doll in her hand. “Thank goodness I’m not the only one who thinks you’re naughty and sneaky babe.” Travis reached for Elliotte, pulling her into his lap. “Ha Ha, very funny.” Travis pulled off the pink wig, handing it to you. “Auntie Y/N can have pink hair then.” Wyatt nodded her head furiously, so you obliged. “Very sexy, baby.” Your boyfriend gave you a wink. “I think I heard the oven beep, let’s eat dinner.”

Both girls ran out of the room, and when they were out of sight, Travis pulled you into his lap; you squeaked at the surprise. He wrapped his arms around you, giving soft kisses on your jaw line as you leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder. “I love them, but kids are tiring.” You nodded in agreement, your eyelids heavy with exhaustion after the events of this evening. You pulled a stuffed bear out of the basket next to you, holding it close to your chest. “Good practice for the future, though.” You and Travis had discussed getting married and having kids, and as far as you knew you were still on that road. You felt Travis’ chest rise and fall steadily. Your comment didn’t startle him at all. “As soon as we get home, we can start workin’ on those babies,” Travis whispered in your ear. You slapped his arm, rising up to look up at him. “Let’s get through tonight first, bub. You might not make it the next two hours.” Travis let you go, throwing his head back on the chair knowing you were right. You turned to lean into the cushion between his legs, grabbing his face in your hands. You gave him a gentle kiss, then another, your action quickly becoming a makeout session. You perked up at the sound of crashing downstairs, Wyatt and Elliotte accidently left too long to their own devices. “Oh my god! The girls!”, you exclaimed as you ran out of the room.

[softtcurse]

fan! Reader posting an audio of herself singing the ‘nananana boo boo I fuck him more than you do” sound on her tik tok 😭😭

based off of this insta au

You smiled to yourself as you pressed post. The caption reading ‘ 🧴🥧’. Every since it was revealed you had been dating Jack it seemed the whole world wanted a piece of you. The only unprivate socials you had were tik tok (which you rarely posted on, and were more used to look at funny videos) and your Twitter which was filled with mostly things having to do with Jack. His whole fandom had gone crazy when they found out you were a fan of his, you had been too since the Loose era. Who would’ve thought 4 years from now you’d find yourself laying in bed with that same man. His head resting on your thigh and your hand scratching his scalp just like he liked it you had come to find out.

Jacks hand steadily resting on your thigh. Rubbing small circles on the skin. It didn’t take long for your phone to start going off. Forgetting to turn off the notifications which caused Jack to stir.

“You acting up on tik tok again ma?” You gave him a sour look and shook your head.

“Acting up? Never, you know me”

He grinned at you and shook his head. You two had only been dating for two months but Jack was already finding himself crushing harder and header on you. You left a pink tinge in his cheeks and he hated to admit that he loved it. Your follower requests on Instagram had grown, not that you would accept any of them. You valued your privacy and Jack did too, that didn’t mean you were about to tell everyone your business. You could handle your own against any one that wanted to be rude to you, you didn’t mind clapping back if necessary. People could be so rude.

“What did you post this time?” He hummed, kissing your thigh softly.

Reaching over you hastily unlocked your phone and shrugged handing it to him when you opened your tik tok.

Already at 30k followers when just last week you were only at 2k. And the video had 40k views in less than 10 minutes.

The video starting off with you showing yourself, you looked so pretty and unknown to you Jack already started thinking of all the way he was going to fuck you later that night. You mouthed the words to the tik tok and smirked, then the camera flipped and it showed Jack’s tall frame in your bedroom, flipping through some Netflix with your remote. His hair was messy and it was only his side profile you could see that didn’t stop people in the comments from going crazy.

“Yo, these comments got me” Jack laugh and started reading some out to you.

“That should be me he’s fucking”

“It’s giving husband already”

“I know he fucked the shit outta her after the video ended”

“She got y’all real mad under these comments huh”

You giggled at the last one. “That one’s funny, like it”

Jack pressed like and tossed your phone aside.

“Take your shorts off, since you wanna act out”

You didn’t fail to comply.

[pinkpastels113]

the knee thing

you’re confused. you set down your phone. you hop off the bed and tread into the kitchen, where your girlfriend is finishing up the dishes.

“what’s the knee thing?”

chloe looks at you. laughs. a bit choked up and high too, you notice. “excuse me??”

“y’know. the knee thing.” you lean against the counter and wave a hand in the air. “the trend all over tik tok or whatever. i don’t know what that is.”

“and you think i do??” chloe rinses the last plate, sets it in the dishwasher. you watch her avoid eye contact with you as she fishes out the soap to start it. “why don’t you just google it?”

“because i think you know it already. and i want you to show me.”

chloe pauses from her position bent over the dishwasher. slowly, she closes the little door containing the dishwasher soap and then the dishwasher itself. after starting the cycle, she turns to you. “you. want me. to show you.” chuckling, she tilts her head cutely at you in just the way she knows irritates you sometimes. “beca, baby. you do know it’s a move, right? like a move to turn someone on.”

“oh.” to be honest, you had an inkling. based on all the girls swooning in their povs on your for you page. but you still pretend to be surprised, because if it means you get to make out with your beautiful girlfriend and be turned on, sign you up. you’re always up for a reason to have chloe blink at you with hooded dark eyes, to have her take you to bed and whisper filthy things in your ear as you whimper her name. “i didn’t know that.”

“yep.” chloe pops the p. then she takes a step closer, and bites her lip. and you’re done for. “you still want me to show you?”

“god. yes, please.”

you suddenly find yourself up pinned against the counter, next to the sink, chloe’s hands on either side of you, caging you in. chloe’s mouth is a breath away from yours and you can barely breathe. “don’t say please to me bec, unless you wanna be fucked really good tonight.”

“chloe-“ you don’t even get a chance to finish your sentence before chloe is kissing you speechless. your surroundings blur into the background as she sucks on your lip. one hand settles on your waist while yours sink into her hair. your senses are so overwhelmed with her taste and her smell and her touch that you don’t notice chloe surreptitiously nudging your legs until it’s open wide enough for one of hers to slip between. you gasp into her mouth, and chloe smirks before kissing you harder with tongue. “fuck.”

“of course, baby,” she replies, like it’s a promise. and then. and then she presses her leg closer to you so that her thigh brushes against your clit, through the fabric of your boyshorts, light as a feather. your eyes open just enough to see that chloe is watching you too, with dilated pupils and a glint in her blues, as the base of your spine digs into the granite behind you. her grip tightens on your waist. her lips taste like raspberries. the bed suddenly feels too far.

her thigh never loses contact with the apex of yours. her leg slides up, up, up, until it’s her knee that’s grinding on your clit. “oh my god,” you say, repeatedly, as chloe adds more and more pressure, until you’re full on moaning. “chloe, please. that feels so good.”

“yeah?” her lips have now moved to your neck; she’s a big lover of you making sounds of pleasure for her. she’s leaving a mark. a litter. “this is what you were wondering about. are you turned on?”

“yes.” you tug at her hair a little rougher than necessary. the curse chloe lets out before nipping at your pulse point makes it worth it. “so turned on right now. i want to fall apart for you. please let me. right here.”

and chloe does. the other hand not palming your ass grips the countertop like her life depends on it, her knee moving like her hips always do when she’s on top on you, and soon you’re sobbing her name into her shoulder. your vision turns black, then white, and then you’re gasping back into reality, with chloe’s face looking incredibly smug.

“and that, my beca, is the knee thing.”

*****