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illdowhatiwantthanks · 1 month

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can you write a fic where emily is on her period, annoyed at work, irritated, and really needy but is lowkey embarrassed to ask reader for relief? reader basically then calls her silly and tells em she loves her always and then helps her? and heavy smut takes place

(reader also works at the bau)

thank u!! - and no problem at all if u don’t feel like writing this <3

I got u, anon! ❤️ Hope you enjoy! – illdowhatiwantthanks

Touchy

Emily Prentiss x fem!reader Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, graphic sex, fingering, afab body parts, menstruation, explicit language (let me know if I've missed anything!) Word count: 2.7k

Summary: You and Unit Chief Emily have had a secret thing going on for a while, but when she starts lashing out at you and the rest of the team, you suspect something's wrong. Turns out, it's something you are very capable of fixing. 😏

Emily sat hunched over a book that she clearly wasn’t reading, massaging her temples. She’d been touchy this whole trip. Touchy with the rest of the team, with local law enforcement. Thank god JJ was in charge of dealing with the press, or she would have been touchy with them, too. And now she was touchy on the jet.

Usually on the last night of a case, when the end was in sight or when you were headed home in the morning, or even on a night where she was frustrated that they hadn’t made progress, Emily would come to your room. She’d knock softly, in the dead of the night, slip into your room, into your bed, into your very body. And she’d be gone before your alarm went off in the morning.

You’d waited and waited last night for Emily to come to you, watching the minutes go by, then hours. You knew you hadn’t made any plans, nothing concrete. There was never anything concrete when the BAU was out on a case. But, nevertheless, you missed her. You missed the warmth of her body next to you, the way you’d talk and laugh about nothing while she sat in bed, naked, and smoked a cigarette after she’d thoroughly fucked your brains out. You missed the way she’d vent to you about the case or tell you something personal, something she wouldn’t tell anyone else, as you fell asleep together, tangled in some random hotel’s sheets.

You’d been seeing each other for months now and, outside of work, had some semblance of a typical relationship. But at work, you were just an agent and her unit chief. Friendly colleagues, at most. You and Emily were always careful to appear impartial. And you were profilers, so you were pretty good at avoiding tells that your relationship was more than it seemed on the outside. But you were worried about her today. She was angry and irritated and… not herself. You were trying to figure out a way to ask her what was wrong, but you couldn’t figure out how to move seats to be near her without arousing suspicion. Not to mention the fact that Emily would never tell another member of the team that something personal was going on. So she couldn’t tell you. Not here, not on the jet.

You tried not to look too interested when Reid sat down across from Emily, playing with the string on his sachet of green tea. “Are you okay, Emily?”

She made a noncommittal sound of affirmation, then muttered. “Just a headache.”

“You know,” he started, and you could just tell he was prepped for an educational monologue. “Headaches are simultaneously one of the easiest and one of the hardest medical maladies to solve, depending on their cause. There are over 50 reasons why one might have a headache, usually categorized into two overarching categories: primary and second–”

“Reid,” Emily snapped. “I am begging you to shut up unless you want to become one of the 50 causes of a headache.”

Reid shrank into himself, and you immediately felt sorry for him. Sure, he could come off as a know-it-all or annoying, but he was goodhearted and kind and smart and cared about the team. It wasn’t like Emily to belittle him.

When you’d all debarked from the plane and made your way to the parking lot, you waited for the other cars to peel out before approaching Emily’s. You tapped on her window and she rolled it down for you.

“What?” she growled.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” you asked, voice full of concern. “You seem off.”

“I’m fine,” she stated. “God, I wish people would just fucking leave me alone today. And stop asking all these questions.”

You were taken aback, hurt. You weren’t “people.” You were, for all intents and purposes, her girlfriend, everywhere but at work.

“Well, um…” you stuttered, unsure how to proceed or respond. “Do you still want to come over tonight?” She almost always did the night after getting back from a case.

“Y/N,” she groaned, massaging her forehead. “No offense, babe, but what part of ‘I wish people would fucking leave me alone’ did you not get?”

You felt like crying, but you’d be damned if you were going to let Emily see it. “Whatever, Em.” You shook your head. “I’ll see you on Monday.”

You watched Emily zoom out of the parking lot and, once she was gone, you let yourself cry. At least it wasn’t just you she was upset with; clearly she had it out for everyone right now. But still… Emily was usually different with you. She was softer around the edges, kind and thoughtful, a little bit silly. This wasn’t like her at all.

The more you thought about it, the angrier you got. How fucking dare she blow you off like you were no one!? She’d been rude and dismissive and snappy and weird with everyone this whole trip and, dammit, she was not going to get away with being like that to you, too. Either something was wrong with her or something was wrong with the rest of you that had pissed her off. Either way, you were determined to figure it out. So when you sped out of the parking lot, teary and determined, you headed not to your apartment, but to Emily’s.

You knocked angrily on Emily’s door until she threw it open, looking as pissed as you’d ever seen her. “Y/N,” she said, frustration evident. “I told you I didn’t want to see you.”

“Yeah, well,” you said, pushing past her and into the apartment. “Sometimes you don’t get what you want.”

You poured yourself a glass from the open bottle of wine she had on the counter and took a sip. Emily stood across from you, still massaging her temples and looking generally annoyed.

“What, Y/N?” she groaned. “What do you want?”

You set your glass down so aggressively the wine sloshed a bit. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Emily!?” you railed. “You’re being so mean and so… not yourself. Is something going on!?”

She sighed heavily and lowered herself into a chair and, for a moment, you thought she might cry. You surged toward her and tucked her hair behind her ear, holding her face, softly, delicately, in case, as she had all day, she decided to pull away again.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” you said softly, your thumbs lightly tracing the circles under her eyes.

Emily leaned into your touch and you knew she was finally there, finally at a point where she’d stop fighting and let you in.

“I’ve got fucking fibroids…” she mumbled, avoiding your eyes. “And I’m on my period and… they’re always bad, but they just make it so much worse.”

“Em,” you sighed, letting her rest her head on your chest. “Why didn’t you just say that?”

“It’s embarrassing…”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Periods aren’t embarrassing, honey. They’re just a part of life. A shitty part.”

When she didn’t answer and kept her head buried in your chest, you started playing with her hair. “What do you need, huh? What’ll make you feel better? Do you have pain meds? You want to take a bath? Lie down for a bit?”

Emily pulled back and looked away, shrinking into herself.

“Hey, don’t start that again,” you scolded, taking her hand.

“Babe, just tell me. What do you need, hmm?”

She mumbled something under her breath, so quiet that you couldn’t catch it.

“What?”

“I need you to touch me,” she whispered, blushing furiously. “But that’s not fair of me to ask.”

You smiled, relieved. This is what Emily had been so frustrated about!? You chuckled and leaned forward to kiss her head, her cheek, then sunk your lips into hers. You felt elated by the way she grasped your shirt, the way she pulled into you.

When you broke apart, she was breathless, her pupils blown, but she still looked so deeply embarrassed, almost ashamed.

“Come on,” you said gently, leading her by the hand toward the bathroom. “And to think this whole time you were just really fucking horny.”

You turned on the shower, made sure it was the right temperature, and started stripping your clothes off.

“Wait, wait, what are you doing?!” Emily asked, leaning against the bathroom counter.

You stared at her. “What do you mean what am I doing?”

She gestured at your now nude body, as you folded your clothes into a messy pile.

“I’m getting in the shower,” you explained. “And you’re getting in the shower, and then I’m gonna make you come.”

If possible, Emily’s face reddened even more. “Uh… no,” she protested. “No, no. Did you miss the part where I said I was on my period?”

You gestured toward the steaming shower. “Did you miss the part where we’re in the shower so it doesn’t matter?”

“It does matter,” she argued. “I don’t– I’ve never… It’ll be messy, Y/N. I don’t want you to have to–”

You stared at her, mouth slightly agape. “You’ve never had sex on your period?”

She looked at the ground. “I… I mean, I guess I’ve never been with someone who… wanted to.”

Your heart broke then, just for a moment. For sweet, needy, embarrassed Emily, hugging herself in the corner of the bathroom.

“Well,” you said, approaching her and slipping your hands under her shirt. She gasped as you bent to suck on her neck. “That’s their loss.” You lifted her shirt over her head and unclasped her bra, quickly taking one of her nipples in your mouth. She moaned and sank her fingers into your hair. “I can assure you that I…” And you planted a kiss on her chest. “Very much…” You gently unzipped her pants and placed a kiss there, just below her stomach. “Want to.”

Emily pulled you back up and kissed you hungrily, desperately, as she kicked off the rest of her clothes, pushing you into the shower so she could discreetly remove her tampon. You pressed her up against the cool tile, letting the warm water rush over you both. It’s not that you were normally rough with Emily or vice versa, but you were careful to be particularly gentle with her tonight, knowing that her body was sensitive and in pain.

You kissed Emily slowly, deeply, making your way down her neck, across her chest, tracing slow, indulgent circles around her nipples as she let her head rest back against the tile. You could feel her heart beating underneath your tongue and it drove you wild.

When you crouched to move lower, holding yourself steady against her thighs, she pulled you back up, eyes pleading with you. “Just your hands. Please.”

You brushed a wet strand of hair off her forehead. “Are you sure?” You smirked. “I really don’t mind getting messy.”

“I know,” she replied, still breathing heavily as your thumbs drew circles against her hips. “But I mind.”

“Whatever you want, honey,” you breathed into her ear as you ran your fingers through her warm folds.

Emily shuddered and pressed her head into your shoulder, bucking involuntarily into your hand. You let your thumb idle around her clit, slow and rhythmic and gentle, until you had her panting and whining against you.

“More,” she begged, and you happily obliged, softly pressing two fingers into her pulsing entrance. You picked up speed as she pressed into you, her breath high and hitched, with small noises of effort and pleasure echoing around the shower.

“Wait, stop,” she gasped, even as she thrust into you. You stilled your movements, and waited for her to tell you what she wanted. “I feel like I might collapse,” she gasped.

“In a good way or a bad way?” you asked, both of you giggling.

“A good way, but…”

“Here,” you said, moving her arms so they were wrapped around your neck and inching forward so that your thigh was between her legs. You wrapped your free hand around her waist and planted a kiss on her neck. “I’ve got you, okay? I’m not gonna let you fall. Just let go, baby.”

Emily didn’t need any more encouragement, riding your fingers as if her very life depended on it. And when she finally reached her peak, when she finally let herself fall apart, nothing in the world could have made you let go of her. You held her up as she shook, her walls pulsing around your fingers, her mouth wide and warm against your shoulder.

“There you go,” you whispered, bringing her back down and planting fluttery kisses wherever you could reach as you held her steady. She shook against you, holding onto you, and when she finally found her way back to her feet, you kissed her again and again, all over.

“Feel better?” you asked her, cupping her face in your hands. She nodded and wrapped her arms around your neck in an embrace and, for a while, you just held her there, hot water pouring over you, heartbeats dwindling back to a normal rate.

“Thank you,” she said, her voice vibrating against your skin. She stood and looked at you apologetically. “Sorry I was such a bitch.”

You shook your head and kissed her again. “It’s okay. Everyone’s a bitch on their period.”

Your heart was in your throat as Emily let you wash her, let you lather shampoo into her hair and rub soap gently across her body, making sure she was clean and cared for. She was so soft under your touch, so soft and pliable, such a contrast to how she was at work with everyone else. She always acted so tough. And she was tough, but she could also be so soft. You loved that she was soft for you.

You dried her off, you kissed her shoulder, you told her to go ahead and get in bed, that’d you’d be right there. And when you returned and found her in bed with wet hair in an oversized t-shirt, you were struck by the realization that you never really wanted to go to bed with anyone else. That what you’d really like is to be in bed with Emily every night. Not just random nights on the road. Not just after the dates you spent at places you chose because it didn’t seem like any other member of your team would be there. You loved her. You were falling in love with her.

You handed her the glass of water you’d prepared in the kitchen, and thought about how not to accidentally tell her you loved her. She sipped gingerly at the edge of the bed and looked deeply at you.

“What?” you asked, shrinking under her gaze.

“Do you want to stay here?” she asked.

“Duh,” you replied, already climbing into bed next to her. “I always spend the night after. And we don’t have work tomorrow.”

“No, I mean…” She picked at her fingernails, avoiding your eyes. “Do you want to stay here… for good. Like, would you want to move in?”

You felt like the breath had been knocked out of you. “Are you serious?” you asked, gaping at her.

Emily shook her head. “Forget it. Sorry. It was a stupid question.”

“No, no!” You grabbed her hand and held it between both of hers. “I just… I didn’t know what this was for you. If you wanted to… keep it casual, I guess.”

She sighed and looked into your eyes and you knew then, you knew that whenever it slipped out, whenever you were ready to say it, she would say it back. “I haven’t been casual about you for a while now, Y/N.”

And you kissed her. You kissed her again and again, kissed her until she was giggling and squirming, until you had her wrapped in your arms under the covers.

And when she reached to turn the light out, when she curled into your body, you let your words venture out in the darkness, soft and quiet, almost imperceptible: “I love you.”

And like a light, her voice, vibrating against your skin as she fell asleep in your arms: “I love you, too.”

#emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x fem!reader #emily prentiss smut #emily prentiss fanfic #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic

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wh1msic4lwasab1 · 3 months

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𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 ✮⋆˙

synopsis: Your secretary Alhaitham and you have a tension full relationship, but he finally snaps after some miscommunication- or lack thereof!

tags: angst for like 1 second, explicit, cunnalingus, office setting, penetration, vulgar

wrd cnt: 1.9k

a/n: repost/rewrite from first acc!

As the CEO of a thriving business, you were known for your sharp wit and unmatched determination. Alhaitham, your steadfast secretary, had always admired you from a distance, his heart secretly harboring a deep affection for you. The dynamic between you two was a blend of professionalism and underlying emotion, a sentiment you both tried your best to hide. It was more than him getting you coffee each morning, more than the soft shoulder massages he’d give you at the end of the day, more than the glances you’d exchange at each meeting.

One evening, you find yourself mindless scrolling down a dating site. Half of you bored, half a little curious. You leave your computer on and exit your office on a lunch break.

Unfortunately for you...your secretary came in to deliver your papers and set them on your desk, glancing at the screen.

You hear the door open to the break room, Alhaitham entering.

"Ms. Y/n, would you like me to schedule anything for you this evening? Or are you doing something personal..." He asks, catching you off guard as it's not usual for him to pry like this.

"No it's fine, I do have something later tonight. Thank you though!" You reply. Watching Alhaithams eyes dim.

The night of the blind date arrived, you got ready with a mix of excitement and apprehension. You chose a stunning outfit and hoped the evening would be a pleasant distraction from all your stressors at work. However, as the night progressed, you realized your heart wasn't in it.

You find yourself subconsciously comparing your date to Alhaitham, his genuine care, and the way he always seemed to know what you always needed. He's always there, fixing things up, making your life so easy and balanced. He knew how to make you happy.

During a lull in the conversation, your date asked if everything was okay. You hesitated before admitting that your mind was elsewhere.

Unbeknownst to you, Alhaitham had decided to swing by the same restaurant after his work hours. It was one of his favorites and one he made you familiar with too, hence why you even decided to pick it for your date.

He had been feeling restless all evening, and a strange intuition led him there. And of course he saw you and your date, talking and spending an evening dinner together.

His heart raced, and he couldn't ignore the surge of emotion. He sat at the other end of the room for about 10 minutes; before getting up and leaving.

You stood up, your body reacting without your minds permission. You followed after him for 20 minutes. Your poor date left in confusion, but it didn't matter.

After not much longer you find Alhaitham back at the office.

You park your car adjacent to his and enter the building, feeling your knees shake as you felt like you did something wrong. You two had always had a sort of...tension. Unspoken, undelved, and more complicated than you could explain.

You're going up the elevator, you know exactly where he could be. Your intuition speaks true.

"Alhaitham!...there you are." You say in a sigh, catching him in your office, organizing the filing cabinet as his light green eyes cut through the air separating you two in the room.

You walk closer to him, the night sky illuminated by the lights of the city, the moon shining through the big glass walls of your corner office.

"Is something the matter? There's no work left on your agenda for tomorrow....l checked." He remarks, pretending like nothing had happened.

"Meaning you have none either...why are you here Alhaitham? You just- left? You didn't even say Hi..." You mention.

His head quickly turns as if you’ve offended him.

"You...wanted me to come talk to you while you were on a date with your partner?"

"My partner? I just met that guy tonight...why would that be a problem anyways?" You say.

Alhaithams scoffs, visibly trying to articulate himself in the professional manner he’s tried so hard to maintain with you.

"It's just-it's not appropriate, is all, we have a professional relationship, right?"

"Well, I mean I consider you a friend, you don't think the same?"

Alhaitham slams the filing cabinet shut, truthfully startling you.

"Your friend? I am your secretary. I plan your meetings, I make your spreadsheets, I bring you coffee, I make sure you finish your agenda, and I take care of all your needs."

"Then why are you acting like this...?" You say in a lighthearted tone, laughing smally. "What do you not approve of my date or something?" You laugh as you get closer to him, a little too close to call friendly.

You let that comment slip out of your mouth, and quickly it's replaced with Alhaithams tongue.

Pinning you to the wall you once leaned on as you spoke, now moaning into his mouth.

He pulls away, his lips touching you as he speaks. "I take care of you. I should be the one you spend your evening with. Right here. In this officer." He mutters, before you pull him back into the kiss.

You can't help but melt right into him, his grip now released from wrists as your hands wrap around his head, his hands holding your waist and the side of your face.

"I didn't know you felt that way...should have said something sooner."

"Well I'm saying it now. You're my boss. Mine to take care of. Mine."

The kiss doesn't last long before things get heated, your secretary now kissing down your neck...unbuttoning your top as his lips trial down your body. He throws your clothes nicely on top the chair nearby, as he works his way down your waist, leaving a trial of evidence down your body.

His jade green eyes glisten in the moonlight, as he drags your panties down with his teeth.

"You can't know how long l've wanted to do this... y/n. How long l've admired you, watched you, I serve you completely." He says, as you feel his warm breathe around out cunt.

"Alhaitham... what are y-" You're cut off, feeling Alhaithams mouth split your lips open, his tongue grazing up your folds and circling your clit. You try to stay standing, holding yourself up with a hand on the cabinet, your other on top of his head. He looks up at you frequently, as he kneels below of you: licking your hole and pumping his fingers inside it. He sucks on every part of your cunt, tasting every inch like his salary depends on it.

The feeling of his hands running up your thighs, and his mouth sucking on your swollen clit, push you over the edge in no time. The vibrations of Alhaithams moans send themselves into your cunt, forcing you to cum; all, over, his face.

You writher and squirm while your knees shake.

Feeling his large tongue lick every drop of cum that spills out of you. Wiping the corners of his mouth with his fingers and sucking it off, savoring you.

He comes back up and kisses you, making you taste yourself.

You kiss him deeply, wanting his tongue. You're both pulling at each other, pushing your bodies closer as you moan into each others mouths against the wall.

"Alhaitham...give me more." You say softly into his ear, as your hands rub his erecting through this pants. Your hand reacted faster than your mind, you couldn't believe this is what you and your secretary were doing right now, but you don't want to stop now.

"Y/n...let me, this is about you." He says, quickly lifting you up with his hands under your thighs, turning you around and dropping you softy on the wooden desk behind you two. Your desk.

He slowly undressed you, leaving you bare infront of him. You lift up your leg and prop it on the corner of the desk, you make him watch as you spread open your lips with two fingers, playing with your pussy while he undressed. "This is what you wanted huh? What a naught secretary."

His face got even more red, before he kissed you again. "You're what I want." He quickly says, before his mouth is latched onto your hard nipple, as the other gets rubbed and pinched by his hand.

"Keep playing with yourself, it's so fucking hot." He snared, biting and sucking your chest, softy enough to make it painless but feel so fucking good.

As Alhaitham works on your tits, his cock springs out of his last piece of clothing.

Leaving so much saliva and hickies on and around your puffy nipples, you're eyes meet with his cock. A slightly dark tan, with the prettiest shaft and a throbbing red tip; just waiting to fuck you.

"Please boss...tell me you'll have me. Let me take care of you."

"Then do it, it's your job, right?" You smirk, before you softy hiss at how good his cock felt gliding all over your folds, he slapped his tip on your clit and rubbed them together.

"God I can't wait..." He says, he grabs onto your hips, as you sit on the desk.

You look down at his cock while it starts to disappear into your sopping wet pussy. Each inch making you gasp and squirm.

"Fuck...Alhaitham, it's not going to all fit..." You hear him grunt, before slamming it all into you. "It has to...it all has to fit y/n, I need you to feel it." He says, as your mouth can't keep in any of the sounds it's making.

His thrusts are slow and calculated, his thumb rubs your sore, engorged clit, while his cock is feeling your walls.

You can't help but fall back as his thrusts get more desperate, shaking you along with the table; which you now lay on, your tits bouncing up and down with it.

"Tell me y/n, will you remember me every time you sit here? Will you remember my cock fucking your tight little hole, like this?" He says harshly, needing you to need him.

You can't even reply, as the only thing coming out of your mouth is his name as you clench around his thick cock.

His body drops down towards you, his arms holding himself up which now lay on both sides of your face, feeling his hair on your forehead.

He's grunting and moaning right into your hear, turning you on even more while his hard cock doesn't stop rutting into you.

"Y/n...fuck, please forgive me...I can't stop boss."

You continue to gasp at the feeling of his cock even more close to you now, as his lips find your neck once again and create more areas for you to hide the next morning.

"Y-Y/n... i'm so fucking close...l don't think I can-"

Alhaithams words find no finish, but he does; you can feel warm ropes of thick cum coat your walls.

You've already came on his cock so many times, but you finish again from the feeling of his release inside you. His breathe is heavy on your neck, his knees buck a few times while his cock still stuffs you, cum oozing out onto the table and the floor all the while.

The night ends with him licking all the cum off you, gently and so lovingly. Dressing you, kissing you softly as he fixes up your desk. Telling you how he's always yours, always there, always the one who will take care of you. Only him.

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tojipie · 1 year

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3:30 pt. 2

pt.1

content: dilf toji, slight temp play (?), car blowjob, age gap, fem!reader, slight exhibitionism, lots of teasing

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“is the pistachio flavor even good?”

the older man side eyes you from the drivers seat, taking another bite of the pale green treat in his hand.

the mall parking lot is always quiet just before sunset. you watch as the sky casts soft hues of gold and orange over the corded muscles of his biceps and shoulders.

he’s.. gorgeous you think. even despite the permanent scowl on his face and how comically small the spoon he’s holding is compared to his massive hands.

“what, you wanna try or something?” he asks you, motioning for you to lean towards him.

a large hand settles on the base of your neck as the older man feeds you a spoonful of his ice cream, wiping the corner of your mouth with his thumb as you swallow down the bite.

toji pops the finger into his own mouth, chuckling with low eyes as he sucks the sugar from his skin.

“messy.”

“shut up.”

“you calling me a liar little girl?”

“hell yeah old man.”

you pause for a moment in spite of the butterflies in your chest, pondering the new flavor.

he scoffs as soon as your face screws up with a sour grimace.

better than whatever the fuck you got.” he laughs.

“there’s nothing wrong with black raspberry!” you say with a light shove to his chest. the older man catches your wrist with his own, pulling you towards his body and placing a playful bite to the junction of your neck.

you shiver hard at the contact, fighting the urge to groan at the feeling of his mouth on you. the beginning of a moan is quickly covered up with a laugh as you pull back.

you secretly hope he leaves a mark, teeth shaped indents in soft shades of blue and green you can run your fingers over later.

“fuck, you ok? cold?” he asks with a chuckle, running his warm hands down your sides. you shiver just as hard at the contact, mentally berating your body for giving your thoughts away so openly.

“sensitive huh.” you practically feel the sleazy grin forming on the older man’s, even without seeing it. you’re currently too preoccupied to focus on anything but the clear shape of his hard cock through his denim work pants.

“wanna park somewhere quiet and help this old man out?”

you’re embarrassed at how fast you nod.

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an animalistic groan erupts deep from within his chest at the feeling of your freezing cold mouth closing around his tip. toji winds a fist into your hair, guiding you up and down his hot length.

the roof of the dodge still lies open, exposing the two of you to the night air. you’re parked as far back as the lot goes, illuminated by what little light the street lamps cast on the two of you.

the seats of the car are pushed forward, giving you room to work in the back on your knees.

“fucking freak.” he mumbles, letting go of your hair to bring a zippo to the end of the cigarette pinched between his teeth. he tips his head back and blows smoke into the air, groaning at the cocktail of stimuli his body is receiving.

the older man pets your head as though to make up for his harshness, humming at the way you try to take him into your throat. toji attempts to ash his cigarette into the soupy remnants of your dessert, blowing more smoke into the evening air.

you release his tip with a cough, a sparkly line of saliva stretches from his cock to your swollen lips.

“mm don’t.” you tell him, leaning down to mouth at the thick vein that runs up from his base

“hm?” he hums absentmindedly, tucking your hair behind your ear with his free hand. a sharp “fuck” rings out as you start bobbing your head again.

“why’s that baby?”

“use the ashtray.” you tell him sweetly, pressing a chaste kiss to his weeping tip. “cleaner.”

“cleaner huh?” he teases. the older man gathers your hair into a ponytail at the base of your skull, stopping to massage your scalp with deft fingers. he takes a short drag and blows the smoke directly in your face, chuckling at your sour expression.

“wanna take that sweater off for me?” he asks, looking down at you with dark eyes.

you nod, raising your arms as he helps you out of your uniform. you wince at the bite of the night time air on your back, upper half exposed to the world.

toji palms at one of your tits with his hand, pinching your hard nipple through the thin fabric of your bra.

“cute.” he mumbles, fixated on the weight of your breast between his fingers.

“open.” he tells you, grabbing his cock by the base and holding it out for you. you stick out your tongue immediately, arching your back to get a better angle.

he slaps the head of his cock on your tongue twice before reaching for your thighs. the slap that lands just below your ass bounces off of the pavement and rings through the lot.

you take him back into your mouth without being asked, relaxing your throat to accommodate his thick length. the man above you rewards you by flipping up your already tiny skirt, thumbing the lacey fabric that covers your little slit.

“fuck.” he groans, sinking back into his seat and reaching to stroke his length. “fuck, i’m gonna bust.”

you whine at the loss of sensation on your pussy but quickly pull back, silently requesting his release.

“ohhh?” he chuckles darkly. “you want it on your face then? you want my seed on your fucking face?”

you nod with a sickeningly innocent giggle, replacing his hand on his length with your smaller one.

you stroke him to completion, gasping at the milky ropes that flow over your knuckles and down the length of your wrist. toji holds you in place with a hand on your crown and slaps his cock against your face, smearing his release over your lips and cheek.

“say thank you toji.” he tells you, flicking the butt of his cigarette onto the pavement.

“hm’ thank you toji.”

you press a final kiss to his milky tip.

#fushiguro toji #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji drabbles #toji fluff #toji fushiguro #toji hcs #toji headcanons #toji x reader #toji zenin #dilf toji #dilf!toji #zenin toji #jjk hcs #toji x fem!reader #jjk toji #toji #jujutsu toji #toji thirst

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pinkbeanii · 2 months

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚𝓡𝓸𝔂𝓪𝓵 𝓣𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

-green flags & sweet gestures-

Summary: how the boys would give you the royal treatment and how you'd make sure they know they're loved as much as they love you.

Warnings: mentions of food, social anxiety, and showering together (soul's part)

a/n: I love the "princess treatment" hcs, so I wanted to make one for p1h. I say royal treatment bc that just feels more gender neutral for me. Also, this is probably ooc or bad characterization, but everything here is fictional so it isn't a big deal lol.

-keeho-

{giving} drives you everywhere

When he's free, this man is so so insistent about driving you around.

He loves spending time with you, and if he has the time in his busy schedule to be with you, he's gonna take advantage of it.

Even if it means having to deal with rush hour traffic, bad city drivers, or sacrificing sleep for late night rides.

Keeho just loves to be around you, and loves to do things for you. Very much an acts of service lover. He feels good just turning on some background music and listening to you ramble as he keeps his eyes on the road.

{receiving} shoulder & back massages

Please, for the love of everything good in this world, massage his shoulders!

Keeho has so much stress and tension stored in his upper body, mostly neck and shoulders.

If you randomly start massaging those areas he will actually melt, it might hurt a bit at first bc there's so much tension there, but you both can feel the muscles loosen within seconds.

The first time you did it Keeho thought he fell in love with you all over again.

theo

{giving} fixing your clothes

Whether it's tying your shoes, pulling your shirt down if it's riding up, or untangling your accessories, he's on it.

He's pretty observant, definitely notices any outfit, malfunctions or little things before you do. It's also because he is looking at you almost 24/7.

Theo is pretty quick at fixing little issues with your outfit. Half the time you wouldn't even notice till after he's pulling his hands away. He's discreet with any malfunctions and has such a gentle touch.

It gives him an excuse to touch you as well, and he loves being able to help you with the little things.

{receiving} soft flirting

Theo isn't flustered easily, putting up a pretty indifferent face and attitude, which doesn't change much when it comes to you. Ofc he's sweet and shows he loves you, but he's not the most vocal about it

However, the moment you compliment him, he's gone. It's not always obvious, but you can tell by the raised eyebrows and twitch in his lips.

It works the same with pickup lines, specifically cheesy one liners, he will sometimes let out a little giggle if you catch him off guard.

You're never too outwards and aggressive with flirting, neither of you are like that. But soft words and teasing lines are something Theo really likes coming from you.

juing

{giving} good night & good morning texts

It doesn't matter when he goes to sleep or wakes up, this man has your schedule memorized.

Jiung will text you good night and a sweet message around the time he knows you get home from your day.

And get ready for a "good morning sweetheart" text with some encouragement while you're getting ready for your day.

He's so sincere about it too, it's not a chore for him, he genuinely wants to send you little messages to remind you he loves you.

{receiving} surprises & dates

Please please please surprise him with a date! He will have the cutest and biggest smile as soon as you tell him your plan, and it's a gift to see.

It doesn't have to be super fancy or for a special occasion, just plan a little something to do while you spend some time together and he's so happy.

Maybe it's a late night movie marathon with both of your favorite snacks, or a little picnic in the park that you threw together last second. As long as he's with you he'll love it.

It reminds him that he doesn't have to take on every single responsibility, that you care about him and wanna be with him as much as he wants to be with you.

intak

{giving} gentle touches

Intak loves to show affection through touch, pda is his shit {within reason and your boundaries ofc} but he's also so sweet about it.

Loves to hold your hand and play with your fingers, or if his arm is around your waist his thumb will be rubbing little circles on you hip.

It also serves as a good reminder that he's right there next to you, that he's got you no matter what. It's grounding to have him hand gently squeeze yours periodically.

He thinks of you as something precious, he knows you're not breakable yet he still treats you with so much care.

{receiving} sharing foods

You know the saying "the way to a man's heart is through his stomach"? This is basically that, except you don't have to be the one making the food or anything like that.

If you just share a bite of what you ordered, a snack that you so happen to have, or a sip of your fancy cafe drink, he is so grateful.

Even if it's new to him, if you like it he'll try it if you're offering. And if you're the one feeding it to him he will get so giddy and giggly.

He thinks it's so romantic to share food, and also feels like it shows how well you take care of each other. He definitely shares his food too!

soul

{giving} little gifts

He is a trinket connoisseur and collector, so he definitely has a good eye for little gifts, especially if they are for you.

It isn't always silly, a large number of his gifts to you are sentimental. But the silly ones are just as sweet. But he basically always has you on his mind and it shows.

It could be as simple as "it reminded me of you!" to "I remembered that you said you still needed this version, and I thought I'd grab it!" or "This is from where we first met, maybe we should collect things from all the important dates we've had?"

Soul is almost kinda like a crow, he will find something shiny and cute and bring it back to you as a way of showing affection.

{receiving} washing his hair

Y'all have seen that video of Soul walking through the hallway with the dramatic he turns, and how frizzy and puffy his hair is? Yeah, that's what happens a lot of the time if you aren't washing his hair.

Not only does it help the look and health of his hair, he finds it so relaxing when your hands are in his hair, gently working the products into the strands.

Whether it's you showering together or him laying in the bath with you kneeling to the side, it's a sweet experience. One you both treasure.

Also, if you just wanna play with his hair, stick it straight up when it's all soapy or make it into fun shapes, he's so down. Very laid back and cool with whatever you want, just as long as your hands are in his hair.

jongseob

{giving} ordering for you

It doesn't matter if you have anxiety about ordering/talking to strangers or not, he's ordering for you. Not because he thinks you can't, if you really wanna you can, but because he wants you to be relaxed and not have to lift a finger.

It's not even a big deal at this point, y'all will walk into a restaurant and he can rattle off your order in a heartbeat. Seobie memorized stuff pretty fast, and when it comes to you it stays firmly in his head. You're important to him, ofc he remembers everything about you.

And if you are going to a new place and are having trouble deciding what to get, just look at him. Once he knows what he wants, he's looking for stuff he thinks you'd like.

It's a show of care for him, remembering the little things and making sure his lover doesn't have to do any extra work.

{receiving} sharing clothes/accessories

Doesn't matter what size you are, if your sizes are bigger or smaller than his, you're sharing. Either clothes or accessories, or both.

It's an unwritten promise to each other, what's mine is yours. You guys haven't ever really addressed it either, just asking where something is or if you're planning to wear something the other wants that day.

It's a natural thing, and it honestly feeds into the small possessive part of you. Almost like you're staking a claim, but more in a "we belong to each other" type of way

He loves it bc it reminds him of you. Jongseob gets especially happy when your scent lingers on the soft fabric of what was originally his shirt.

#piwon #fluff #kpop #jongseob #p1harmony #p1harmony fluff #p1harmony headcanons #p1harmony scenarios #p1harmony drabbles #keeho #p1h theo #p1h jiung #hwang intak #p1h x reader #p1h soul

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the-californicationist · 6 months

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fluffy smutty dom soap just spoiling the everliving shit out of the female mc, like they've been lovey dovey so much but theyre finally getting down to businesssssssss (to defeat... THE HUNSSSSS)

idk if this is what you were looking for.... but!! 😅

TW: rough sex, collar, D/s, face fucking, boot-riding, female reader, unsafe motorcycle events, enthusiastic consent and prior boundaries

Backpacking

Soap’s hands grabbed yours and pulled them around his waist, showing you just how tight to hold on. You could feel the heat of his skin through his clothes, and you let your fingers tease the hem of his thin tee shirt, tracing little lines across his belly.

You’d spent the whole day on the back of his motorcycle, speeding from one town to the next, packing his side bags full of trinkets and jewelry — anything you wanted, he handed over his card. A brand new baby pink helmet? Check. The safety jacket to match? Check. A white leather collar with the cutest little bell? Check. He was doing anything and everything he could to treat you like a princess, and as much fun as you were having, you could recognize a pre-apology from a mile away.

He wanted to butter you up, to lull you into a false sense of relaxed euphoria, and then he’d pounce. You knew his patterns well. He’d compliment you, calling you the bonniest wee backpack he ever did see, telling you that you were his fit lassie, prettier than any other, and that you felt so good wrapped around him when he rode.

Soap lifted up your legs and scooted you forward, jamming you up against him. Then, the bike roared to life, ready to take you home. You could feel the machine rumble beneath you, vibrating right to your very core.

You dared move your hands lower, cupping his heavy cock in your hands, feeling him twitch, threatening to get hard behind the zipper of his jeans.

“Lass,” he warned, flipping up the visor to his helmet while he waited at the red light.

The light turned green and he flipped it back down, turning his attention back to the road.

You moved your hands again, squeezing him and massaging him until he was throbbing. You knew you were in for a world of hurt when you got home, but that was miles away. When he sped up, you squeezed harder, finding his swollen head and torturing it with your fingertips, spidering your nails across the stretched denim, knowing he would feel the ghost of your touch against his skin.

He was certainly bothered. You could tell he was gunning for home, taking all of the shortcuts, shifting in his seat. Then, a stop sign. It was the entrance to your village, and your house wasn’t far off.

As he rolled to a stop, he didn’t say a word, but his masked face looked over his shoulder at you, and you could feel his eyes, fiery and vengeful. It made your legs tremble, knowing how he would punish you.

The twists and turns to your home were achingly slow compared to your ride on the highway, and the anticipation mounted in your belly. He pushed the button for the garage and rode inside with you still on the back, which was not your normal procedure. Soap usually helped you down from the seat, sending you inside so he could get his gear off. But, you were trapped up there until he dismounted.

He parked the bike and killed the engine. Then, he closed the garage, leaving you in the dim light, watching him swing his leg over the low handlebars and stand up. You moved to follow him, but he stopped you, shoving you back down with a wide hand on your hip.

“Nuh uh, I dinnae think so, bonnie. You’ve been a naughty wee backpack today, you ken?”

You pulled off your helmet, fixing your braid, peppering your words with just a little more attitude than they needed,

“I just wanted —”

His hand darted to your neck with a violent snap, something you hadn’t experienced, and he startled you. It also made your body extremely pliant, and you felt your hole pulse for him, turned on by his sudden aggression. Soap’s helm was still on, and it muffled his voice, but you could still hear him,

Your helmet fell out of your hands, and he caught it, setting it down with his free hand on the workbench. His other hand tightened around your neck,

“Take off your clothes, bonnie girl. Every bit.”

He released you from his grasp, but you were still trapped, forced to strip on the bike, unable to dismount as he was standing in your way. Soap was just watching you, occasionally palming his hard cock through his pants just as you had on the bike, hungry and fully in control.

“Johnny, I promise…”

He grabbed your throat again, staring at your state of undress, just panties and socks remaining, and he barked his commands at you,

“Kiss me.”

“What? With your helmet on?”

His hand constricted your throat even tighter as a warning, and he whispered in a deep growl,

“Like you mean it, bonnie.”

Unable to escape, you began to kiss his helmet. It was plasticky and dusty from the road, but you tried to comply, licking and sucking at the mask, leaving little trails of drool across the dark visor.

“That’s it, baby girl. Show me how sorry you are. Your man treated you like a princess, hm? And you were a wee brat, rubbin’ my cock all the way home. Teasin’ me. Such a bad girl.”

“I’m sorry, Johnny,” you gave him your best doe-eyed impression, but it was no use.

“You will be,” he growled.

All in a flash, he shoved you over the seat of the bike, the engine still warm beneath the leather, soft and supple as you lay on your belly. From this angle, your ass was up in the air, your feet barely touching the garage floor, and your head was hanging off of the side, blocking your view.

Then, a hard slap rang out through the garage. You heard it before you felt it, but the sting sent you reeling. You cried out with a shriek and he hit you again. It was the other cheek this time, but it hurt just as bad.

“Johnny, please!”

You heard him rip off his helmet. It clattered to the floor and he reached over the bike, pulling you up by the nape of your neck, forcing you to arch your back,

“Mercy? Where was my fuckin’ mercy while you were havin’ your fun on the M80?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry… I’m — nghh!” You whispered a slew of apologies, but you were silenced as you felt his cockhead being shoved roughly against your folds, pulsing through your tight muscles, popping into place with a hot, unbearable pressure.

Soap began to thrust himself into you, both hands tangled in your hair at the base of your skull, the full weight of his body rocking into you, threatening to knock over the bike. But, it was in its wheel locks, and it wasn’t going anywhere. You had received no kindness. No soft licks with his smooth, generous tongue, no delicate swipes from his finger. Johnny was making you take his cock raw… and you loved it.

“Mmf-fuck!” He groaned, bending himself over you like a rabid dog, sinking his teeth into your shoulder with a sharp bite, holding you up with his enormous arms, your breasts swaying with every unforgiving thrust.

“Is tha’ what you needed, hm? My bonnie backpack just needed to be stuffed full of her man’s fat prick, is tha’ it?”

“Yes-s-s-s, sir!”

“Takin’ me so well, princess. You ken I love it when you’re a good girl. Such a good fuckin’ girl.”

Every word that oozed from his mouth was punctuated by another overwhelming invasion of his hard rod, and even though you were intimately familiar with his size and shape, you couldn’t remember ever feeling him go this deep. He was relentless, and his pace was taking your breath away.

Suddenly, you were lifted from the bike, and his hand forced its way into your collar, controlling your every movement. You were pushed to your knees, and you landed in a splayed, awkward way, with Johnny bent over you, snarling into your face,

“Find my boot with that wet little slit, princess. Find it. Tha’s it. Spread those legs. Show me you can be my good girl.”

You were cock-drunk and lost now that you were empty, but you did as you were told. You held onto his huge thigh and humped your hips down, trying to reach for the toe of his riding boot. When you found it, you noticed how he had it angled up for you, ready for you to grind yourself into it like the wanton little thing you were.

When you felt the smoothness of the leather toe, you became all too happy to oblige, thrusting forward and back, rubbing yourself to an almost-orgasm on his boot. Just as you were about to tumble over the edge, you heard him chuckle, and you felt your neck being yanked by the collar, pulled face-to-face with his dripping cockhead.

“Open up, bonnie.”

He didn’t wait for long. Johnny pressed his cock into your mouth, making you taste yourself, giving you a few shallow thrusts to get used to his thick girth. He still had his fingers laced through your new collar, and as he began to shove his length past your shining lips, the bell made a darling little tinkling sound.

“Mmm,” he smiled down at you, petting the hair out of your face with his other hand, “There she is. There’s my good girl. My backpack loves to be stuffed. Loves to swallow my load, huh? Tell me how much you love it.”

“Mmph mmn mgh!” You tried to speak, but his dick was filling your cheeks, making it impossible.

Another sharp yank on your collar got your attention, and your eyes darted to his, wide and full of wonder. He smiled, commanding you,

“Louder, bonnie. Cannae hear you clearly.”

“Mmph mmn mgh! Mmn mgh!” You were basically screaming against his flesh, struggling to push your voice out just like he wanted you to. You wanted to be so good.

You continued to rub yourself on his boot, and you were getting close. You gripped his thigh tighter, fucking yourself with the smooth leather, chasing your high.

But, it was Soap who got you there. He grabbed you by the face and pushed himself down into your throat to his hilt, burying your nose in his curls, running his thumb over your tear-stained cheeks and coaching you through it,

“Come for me, bonnie. Come right now. Tha’s it. Scream. Scream on my cock, you pretty little slut. Mngh! Tha’s it!”

Your body didn’t give you a choice. It was on his side, and it followed his orders. You felt yourself coming, shaking in your legs, gushing all over his shoe, staining the concrete floor of the garage, screaming like you were dying.

He pulled himself out of you all in one, gentle go. Then, he started jerking himself off, keeping hold of your collar, fisting his cock onto your cheek.

“Close your eyes, princess, and open up that filthy fuckin’ mouth.”

You obeyed, pliant as ever, and as you did, you felt his come coat your face, rope after rope, warm and creamy, getting all over your cheeks and mouth. You opened your eyes to look at him, and he was worn out, wrung like a rag, panting and dizzy. He used the tip of his dick to paint your lips one more time, and you cleaned him up, laving him with your tongue from base to tip, letting his seed drip off of your nose and jaw, not caring how messy you were.

While he was watching you, you swiped a dollop of his come up with your finger and began eating it from your hands, showing him your tongue, trying to please him with your loyal obedience.

“Oh, fuck. Such a pretty girl. So perfect. Best fuckin’ backpack in the whole world, bonnie.”

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#call of duty fanfic #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod #call of duty #captain soap mactavish #soap mactavish #soap #soap mw2 #john soap mactavish #john mactavish x reader #johnny mactavish #johnny mactavish x reader #johnny soap mactavish #soap mactavish x reader

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vivian-pascal · 4 months

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Sandy Winds

bf!javier x f!reader

summary: Just a relaxing day out with your lovely boyfriend, Javier Peña.

warnings: fluff, teasing, public clit rubbing/fingering, ass grabbing, dirty spanish talking javi, hand grinding, description of what reader wears, vivid description of reader/Javi applying sunscreen

authors note: this is for Jamie's ocean challenge!! @mermaidgirl30

You woke up this morning feeling bright and happy. The sun was shining, the weather was good. So, you rolled over and looked at the man sleeping next to you. Your hand slowly ran up his back and into his messy curls, softy massaging his head as you watched him begin to wake.

He slowly turned over to you and smiled. "Morning querida." His gravelly morning voice coming out stronger than ever. You smirked at him as his eyes slowly began to flicker open.

"Let's go to the beach." His head immediately perked up and smiled. He hummed lowly. "And, what's got ya in the mood to go to the beach today? Thought you didn't like the sand mi amor."

You giggle at his teasing and roll your eyes. "The sun looks so beautiful today and it's perfect! I checked the forecast so it looks like there will be no rain!"

He smiles at you as you boop his nose. "Alright alright." You smile with excitement as you immediately bounce up from bed and go to grab a swim suit.

When you emerge back from the closet fully changed into your bikini, Javier can't help but to mellow a low whistle. You looked stunning.

He rises out of bed and walks over to you. Placing his hands on your waist and reaching down to grab your ass. You swat at his arm and roll your eyes. "Te ves tan hermoso bebé"

You giggle as he reaches down to kiss your lips. "Javi!!! We need to go!" He chuckles at your flustered state and lets go of your body. You grab towels, sunscreen, and you even pack a cooler filled with some drinks and snacks. You also make sure to grab some umbrellas.

Before heading out to load everything into the car, you grab your sun hat and a pull over for your swimsuit. You load everything into the back of the jeep as you hop into the passenger side.

You see Javier coming out through the garage with his swim trunks on and a green shirt. One of your favorite shirts. You unwind the window and shout out to him. "Don't wear that one!"

He gives you a confused look before heading towards you to understand what you said. "What?" You roll your eyes and motion for him to open the door. He does as he's told and stands with his hand above the door and his other on his hip.

"Don't wear that shirt." He wipes the sweat off his temple and rolls his eyes. "And why not?" "Because it's my favorite and I don't want it to get ruined at the beach."

"But I thought my blue shirt was our favorite?" You roll your eyes and sigh. "I have many favorites, now go change!" He scoffs before running back inside and forcefully changing his shirt, he reemerges with a black tank top and you smile as it is acceptable.

He hops into the car and buckles his seat belt. "Thanks hon!" You smile at him as he starts the car and backs out. "Sure thing hermosa."

Your at the beach in no time, he parks the car up and you both grab your things. Javier grabs all the heavy things of course, since you couldn't be seen with a crooked back but he could.

You grab the towels and your bag whilst Javier carries the umbrellas and cooler.

You both walk along the beach for a little before finding a nice, quiet sunny spot. He sets up the umbrellas and you lie the towels down under them. You sit on your towel while Javier assembles the umbrellas above you. You remove your pullover and start the sunscreen process.

You start with your arms, rubbing equal amounts of sunscreen on each and then down to your legs doing the same. You rub some on your face and neck before calling Javier over to do your back. This was his favorite.

He smirks as he grabs the sunscreen bottle and pours the lotion into his hand. "Now, I don't need a massage Javi, just some sunscreen applied." He rolls his eyes as he gets to work.

Slowly rubbing the cream over your back and on your shoulders, massaging it in thoroughly. He reaches down and applies some to your ass, making sure to give it a big squeeze before you turn around and scold him.

He sits next to you on his towel and watches you as you put your sun hat back on and start your people watching. He looks at you softly as he admires you.

You're his. His beautiful girl that he loves dearly. He watches as your eyes softly begin to close as you reach your hands back and begin tanning.

He moves closer to you and runs a hand over your belly, your eyes flicker open as you see his hand slowly running down your body.

"Javi." You whisper in desperation as his hand runs over your clothed pussy and down your thighs. He runs his finger under the band of your bikini and you gasp quietly.

He pulls you close so you're lying down and facing him, one leg over his. Giving him easy access to your sweet core. He looks around to see nobody in sight. When the coast is clear, he slowly pulls back your bikini bottoms and inserts his hand.

You moan at the contact of his fingers on your clit, rubbing in slow soft circles. You grab onto his bicep and pull your hat down and over your face.

His fingers run down your slit and tease your weeping hole, going in the slightest bit but then pulling back out again. He circles your clit with the smallest amount of pressure before inserting his middle and ring finger into your hole.

You moan aloud at the intrusion, he shushes you as you bury your head into his shoulder. His other hand reaches behind you and squeezes your arm, pulling you closer to him.

You begin to grind down on his hand as his movements speed up. "Estoy aquí cariño" He praises you as he circles your clit with his thumb.

Moaning and gasping as his hands work their magic. You tug at his shirt as he adds a third finger. "Come on hermosa, you can take it."

You moan as he thrusts his fingers in and out of your weeping pussy at an exhilarating pace, making your thighs tremble as you grip his shirt harder and bury your teeth into his shoulder as you come.

He growls as he feels our pussy leaking for him. He rubs your arm as he soothes you.

You giggle as the waves of your orgasm subsides. He nudges your hat up to see our beautiful face and immediately smirks. "That was fun!" You giggle as he chuckles and nods his head.

You spend the rest of the day swimming in the ocean and tanning with Javier. Just you and him, and the beach.

translations-

querida-dear

mi amor-my love

te ves tan hermoso bebé-you look so beautiful baby

hermosa-beautiful

estoy aquí cariño-i'm here honey

tags!!

@guelyury @livingonthehems @ursagittariusgirlfriend @iamsherloocked @heartpascalispunk

@pinkcrystal44 @amyispxnk @simplewanderer @tupelomiss @heartramen

@kotourasan123@brittmb115 @littlevenicebitch69 @sinful-mind-joyful-thoughts

@morallyinept @magpiepills @javierpenaispunk @rav3n-pascal22 @yorksgirl

@itsokbbygrl @mountainsandmayhem

#javier peña smut #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena x reader #javier peña #javier pena narcos #Jamie's ocean challenge #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters

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darklydeliciousdesires · 3 months

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Hi Claire! I didn't realize no one sent in a request for Luca so I'm here to rectify that for you. Could I pls have the following prompt? It seems perfect for him, doesn't it? 9. “Have you ever come so hard, you’ve cried? I could make that happen for you.”

Darling Lee, when I tell you that I love you all the more for requesting this prompt with Luca! He's the perfect man to deliver! Enjoy *kisses*

Words - 554

Warnings - Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

You never usually see him during the day, but that morning, your new love took you out for breakfast in Manhattan, followed by a stroll through Central Park. After that, you’ve no idea what else he’d planned, but you certainly hadn’t expected to find yourself within the pristine luxury of soft, white linen, Luca deciding his place was too far to get to so checking into the nearest hotel. He couldn’t wait for a moment longer to get you into bed. It mattered not that the bed wasn’t his own.

When he got you there, naked beneath him, neither could you.

That leads you up until now, your hands wandering over the lean definition of muscles pressing you into the bed, noting to yourself how beautiful his skin is. He shifts a little, mouth still upon yours as he lies at your side, kisses full of sugared embers continuing, his hand wandering down.

You gasp when he reaches the petals of your sex, a little dewy with want for him already, his fingertips gliding through that silken wet before they settle to gently rub at your clit.

Oh... oh wow. He knows. Some men, they miss it by a mile, or they touch it as if they’re attempting to rub a damned genie from a lamp. Not this man, as his fingers circle slowly, drinking back every little whimper you gift him with, smiling against your lips.

“Does that feel good, doll?”

Biting your lip, you nod rapidly. “Don’t you dare stop! It’s perfect!”

He chuckles, that deep rasp making your tummy flutter. “Tell me somethin’, beautiful. Have you ever come so hard, you’ve cried? I could make that happen for you.”

“I haven’t,” you gulp, heat roaring through you, “but I think you’re probably right.”

He smiles, kisses moving to your neck. “Baby, I ain’t ever wrong.”

Not many men have the prowess to back up such an assertion of confidence, but god, you know, you just know that he does. Those little circles rubbed tight over your bundle continue, more pressure added, your back arching against him.

It feels too much, but not quite enough as your cunt streams against his touch, those talented fingers dipping inside you, massaging your walls, playing your body with all the precision a violinist uses to evoke the most beautiful sounds from the strings his bow teases.

The sounds you make for Luca a simply celestial.

He moves to kneel before you, knowing exactly what your body is calling out for as he replaces his fingers with his cock, arrowing your centre fluidly. You cry out, thighs trembling, his thumb moving to continue stroking pure heaven at your clit, those beautiful, luminous green eyes watching you carefully as you fall apart rapidly for him.

You’ve never felt yourself so wet for a man before, the silken satin of your arousal dampening his cock as he glides back and forth, pleasure warming your veins, lighting you up like a shooting star streaking through the ink of a night’s sky.

It takes scarcely more than a few more thrusts for you to reach crescendo, wailing as your eyes dampen, your lover leaning to nuzzle you with a somewhat smug chuckle.

“Look at that,” he murmurs, lips pressing into the tear that glides down your cheek, “I struck water.”

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loveisanimaginarydagger3000 · 10 months

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The Babysitter (35)

All I'll Ever Need

MILF Wanda Maximoff X Reader 18+

Summary: In need of money and a way to escape the problems at home, you get a job babysitting two lovely boys named Billy and Tommy Maximoff. What happens when you start to feel things you shouldn't for their mother? Will it bloom into love or leave you heartbroken?

A/N- I would just like to say that there will be some sensitive issues in this story such as alcoholism, homophobia, anxiety as well as more mature content such as smut so, if you continue to read this, please consider this warning.

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All I'll Ever Need

A weight pressing gently into your back gradually pulled you out of your slumber, a drowsy noise escaping you as your face pressed further into the pillow in front of you, eyes remaining shut as you wished to stay in the comfort of yours and Wanda's bed. The older woman's legs were either side of your lower back, her hands pressing down against your shoulder blades in an expertly manner, a satisfied groan escaping you as she applied the pressure at just the right spot, her hands softly massaging you.

If her plan was to wake you up, she was doing an awful job at it. Her fingers worked wonders on the knots in your back, the pleasurable feeling causing you to melt against the sheets, slowly falling back asleep as your body relaxed, appreciative hums occasionally leaving you.

Upon hearing a borderline soft snore, Wanda stopped her ministrations, her nose scrunching in that adorable manner as your head merely tilted to the side, trying to get a glimpse of her, a pout evident on your face. Your eyes closed, lips forming a disappointed line as you conveyed your disapproval of her stopping, the older woman letting out a small string of angelic laughter as your hands reached behind you, blindly searching for her hands to push them back towards your body.

"Detka," she hummed out, moving to press her entire body weight against your back, mouth near your ear as you smiled at the feeling of her hands gliding up and down your sides, the close proximity waking you up properly. "You need to wake up now," she tells you, knowing how important today was.

As you were off for the rest of the summer holidays, waiting on your test results, you had managed to get a job at the Guardian's Café that was near the park you all liked to visit. The plan was to raise some more money of your own as, although you had a considerable amount of money from your Dad's inheritance, you wanted some of your own money to spend on Wanda and the twins as well as potentially some driving lessons if you could get over the fear of being in the driver's seat of a car. Wanda had been supportive of you but now you wished she wasn't so eager for you to do this, wanting to stay wrapped up in bed.

"Five more minutes," you mumble, finding one of her hands and interlocking your fingers, simply wanting to stay trapped in this moment with her, relishing in the domesticity of it.

"Come on Moya Lyubov, you don't want to be late on your first day," she teases softly, pressing a lingering kiss to your cheek, smiling against you as she can hear you grumble something under your breath, eyes eventually fluttering open. "Good morning Detka," the words fall from her mouth in a loving whisper, your lips inevitably tugging upwards into a smile at the sight of her enticing green, her nose scrunching up once more.

"I'd argue it isn't good," you mutter, pressing your face back into the pillow and groaning as you can feel her chuckling against you, "Morning my love." Your words are muffled by the fabric but Wanda doesn't care, she's just amused by your unusual antics. Despite being with you for months, she still finds it entertaining how much you hate waking up in the morning at a reasonable time, refusing to be anything close to a 'morning person'.

"Is waking up with me not good?" she murmurs, hints of playfulness in her tone as her hands slide under your shirt, her cold fingers having your body jerk under her, your breath hitching as oh my god why were they so cold.

"Not if you do that," you mumble, manoeuvring under her so you were now laying on your back as opposed to your stomach, her straddling your waist and staring down at you with a small, victorious smirk as she had properly woken you up. "It would be a 'good' morning if I got my morning kiss though," you whisper, letting your hands interlock with hers and rest on your stomach.

"Yeah?" she chuckles out, raising her brow at you as you nod adamantly, her eyes glimmering with love and care. She lowers her body, lips ghosting yours and you can feel that familiar heat flow throughout you, eyes instinctively flickering down to watch how she swipes her tongue across her lips, wetting them. You wait, and wait, and wait for her to press her addictively soft mouth against yours, to let you lose yourself in the feeling of her, but she doesn't, she simply smirks down at you before pulling back, chuckling at your offended expression. "Go get ready and brush your teeth, then I might give you a morning kiss," she murmurs, pressing a chaste one against your forehead before moving off you completely, the pout from earlier returning at her cruel actions. All that did was prove how this wasn't a good morning.

"So mean," you mutter, making the older woman smile to herself as she watches you reluctantly roll out of bed to go towards the bathroom, a hint of determination on your face as you really wanted that kiss.

***

Wrapping your arms around her waist, your head rested against her shoulder, a smile present on your face as you had done exactly what she asked of you. It was as if she knew what you were after, her body turning around in your arms, the twins' backpacks being placed on the table as she was ready to take them on the school run.

"After something?" she asks innocently as you roll your eyes at her teasing, your fingers drawing random patterns against her back as you peered up into her softening green, her smile widening every second the gaze lingered.

"Potentially," you murmur, flashing her a charming smile as you listen out for two smaller sets of footsteps, nothing being heard giving you the impression you were safe from the two mini Maximoffs at the moment. "I was promised something earlier and I intend on getting it," you say softly, one of her hands coming up to brush a stray strand of hair behind your ear before cupping your jaw, bringing you closer.

"I don't remember anything being promised," she whispers tauntingly against you, "In fact, I remember saying might."

"Just kiss me," you grumble, the older woman chuckling against your lips before pulling you closer for a tender kiss, the soft nature of it having warmth and affection fill your chest, love evident in your eyes as they slowly flutter back open. You don't know how it's possible for every kiss to be better than the last, your eyes getting lost in hers as they always do, admiring the various shades of green that gazed at you, nothing but care in them. "I think I deserve another one for all the teasing," you try, making her roll her eyes this time, pecking you on the lips once more before the sound of running can be heard, breaking the two of you apart.

"Are you two finally ready?" Wanda asks as the two boys who enter your view, one of your arms still wrapped around her waist as you stand by her side, leaning your body against hers. Wanda had an eventful morning trying to get the three of you up, but now things were finally starting to piece together.

"Do we have to go to school?" Tommy grumbles and you just chuckle at him, a teasing comment on the tip of your tongue but Wanda's disapproving look stops you, already knowing you were about to tease the boy.

"Yes, it's important," she says, motioning for them to grab their bags as you lean against a piece of furniture, ruffling Tommy's hair slightly when he walks past still half asleep. "Just think about it, the quicker we go to school, the quicker it will finish and we can meet Y/n at the park after her first day." You want to fault her logic but refrain from doing so as the boys' faces light up at remembering the promised park trip, eagerly running towards the car.

"Good luck today, Detka," she murmurs quickly, kissing you one last time with passion, stunning you as you take a moment to register what's happening, kissing her back with the same ferocity before she pulls back. "I'll see you later," she whispers before leaving you to take the twins to school, your smile never leaving your lips as you lean against the door frame, watching her wave goodbye to you.

***

Just think about the money.

That's what floated around your head for most of your shift, your fake smile plastered on your face as you had to deal with another moody customer, the middle aged man deciding to take his daily frustrations out on you.

"I've only ordered a coffee, why is it taking so long?" he complains as you told him his drink would be with him in a couple minutes, the queue daunting for you as you had only been trained a couple hours ago, your co-worker, Peter Quill, stepping in to help.

"Sorry Sir, but as you can see, there is a long queue," Peter says, subtle hints of sarcasm present in his voice making you hide a smirk. The only thing you liked about this job was your co-workers, the team was really close and welcoming, all of their humour perfectly combining to make a fun work experience. "We'll get your drink to you shortly," he says while the man goes to complain again, Nebula handing you his drink to shut him up, her glare deadly at the man who stutters a little in his rant.

"Enjoy the rest of your day," you say, faking the customer service voice as he mutters something under his breath, taking his drink and swiftly leaving the café, the queue eventually subsiding.

The rest of your shift passed by effortlessly, laughter filling the air as you talked amongst your new co-workers, learning more about them. The discovery of Peter and Gamora dating was something you found interesting, the woman looked slightly threatening and a person who wouldn't put up with any sort of nonsense whereas Peter was the literal embodiment of nonsense as he amused you all day along with Drax, a slightly older man who worked with you, seemingly in his own world most of the time except when he'd add something random to the conversation. You found out that Gamora and Nebula were sisters, everything clicking as it just made sense, the blunt banter between them and sisterly love somewhere there. Mantis was slightly shyer than the rest, but you found it endearing as she always checked if you were alright along with the rest of the group, making sure everyone was doing ok emotionally as some customers could be extremely rude for no apparent reason. There was also another member of the team, Rocket, but he was currently on a holiday with his girlfriend Lylla so you wouldn't meet him for a while.

Before you even knew it, you were at the end of your shift, hanging your apron back up as you weren't needed for any longer, all of the major rushes over. A smile was present on your lips as Peter told you that you had a very impressive first day and that you could have something on the house to celebrate the occasion. You quickly took two muffins for the twins before paying for a coffee for yourself and Wanda, deciding it wasn't fair to take that much, even when Drax insisted it was alright.

After saying goodbye to everyone, you made the short walk over to the park, your eyes searching for a familiar set of auburn locks or two twins causing chaos. You continued to scan the park while moving towards the bench you would all typically go to when you visited, your eyes widening when you saw a small girl fall over, scraping her knee.

Carefully placing all the food and drink on the floor near her, you crouched down to comfort the girl, tears pricking in her eyes as small specks of blood formed on her knee.

"Hey, it's alright," you cooed softly, offering her a reassuring smile as her blue eyes peered into your own, her lips trembling as pain shot through her leg.

"I- I want my mommy," she managed out, wiping the few tears that spilt, your head snapping up to search for an adult nearby, your blood running cold when you heard a familiar voice.

"Harley?" The woman called, rushing over to the blonde child sitting on the floor, your mother pausing when she saw you, hurt and confusion evident on your face. "Are you alright, dear?" she asks the small girl, her head shaking as you staggered to your feet, confused as to what the fuck was going on. "It's ok, I'm here, Mommy's here," your mother whispers to the girl, holding her close as she calms down, her eyes on you as you stand frozen on the spot, mouth opening and closing as you want to say something but you have no idea where to start.

Mommy? Who even was this child?

Seeing the pain flashing across your face, your jaw clenching, your mother quickly called over a man, worry evident on his face at the sight of presumably his daughter crying. You didn't focus properly as she was sent to be taken care of by her father, your gaze locked on your mother, thoughts racing.

"Y/n-" She tries before you cut her off.

"I can't," is all you say before grabbing your things, starting to walk away. You couldn't forget all the pain and suffering she caused you, the vile things she said to you. You hated her.

"Y/n wait, please," she says while walking after to you, the man looking puzzled as he tends to his daughter, watching his partner chase after you. "Let me explain, please, I've changed," she says but you're too busy shaking your head. You want her to go away. You need her to go away. "I'm sorry."

You pause at her words, turning around and staring at her in disbelief.

"I'm sorry for how I treated you," she says cautiously, your mind screaming at you to continue walking away. "You didn't deserve any of it." Her eyes show signs of guilt but you're too scared to believe they're real, scared this was some extravagant way she was going to hurt you again.

"You... You can't think 'sorry' fixes this," you say quietly, not meeting her eyes, too busy focussing on the two mysterious figures who were watching you.

"I know it doesn't," she says, stepping closer to you which makes you step back. "I want to try and make it up to you, Y/n. I meant it when I said I'd change. I'm sober now, I have been for over four months," she says, a hopeful and promising tone to her words as you remain where you are, listening to her. "That's Brian," she explains, looking over at the man you were staring at, "And that's his daughter, Harley." You absorb the information she's telling you, still unsure of how to feel. She clearly hated being your mother, so why would she be willingly to care for another child, one that's not even hers properly. "I met him at an addiction meeting, he... he really helped me."

"Why are you telling me this?" you croak out, annoyed at the lack of composure in your voice.

"Because I have a family again," she says and you can't look at her anymore. You just wanted this to end. Where was Wanda? "And I want you to be a part of it," she continues, your eyes displaying your disbelief and annoyance. You don't want to be. You want to be with your family. Wanda and the twins.

"No," you say, shaking your head and taking another step back, "No, I don't want to be."

"Y/n-"

"No." Your tone harsher, making your point clear. "I... You hated me, you made me hate myself, made me think I was the reason he died. I lost my dad and my mother at the same time because you pushed me away." She avoids your gaze as you express your feelings, guilt stirring in her for what she had done. "You don't get to choose when and where you want to be a mother."

"Y/n please just give me another chance," she begs and you scoff, clenching your jaw in annoyance now.

"Why should I?" You snap, you've had enough of her. "Even if I did, would you accept me?" Her mouth opens and closes as she knows exactly what you're referring to, a breathless laugh leaving your lips. "That's what I thought," you mutter, "You made it clear to me that you never wanted to see me again, so just leave me alone."

You see her eyes flicker over to your side, a protective arm wrapping around your waist as a familiar perfume invades your senses, Wanda glaring at your mother with a look that could kill.

"I suggest you leave," Wanda's voice is cold and stern as she addresses your mother, a glint of anger in both of their eyes as they stare at each other.

"This is between me and my daughter," her tone is blunt as she talks to your girlfriend, annoyance growing in you, Wanda's hand on your waist holding you tighter.

"You lost the right to call her your daughter when you kicked her out," Wanda grits out, still furious that she did that to you. "Now leave before I do something I regret," her voice is laced with venom as she watches your mother look between the two of you, a glimpse of disgust still present in her eyes as she backs off, deciding that it wasn't worth the fight.

Once you can see her walk away, you crash into Wanda's arms, holding her close as you let out a breath, closing your eyes and focusing on the feeling of her body embracing yours.

"I've got you Detka," she murmurs at the top of your head, pressing a kiss to your hair as your arms hold her tighter, her gaze locked on your mother who eventually starts to leave the park with two other figures, her attention then switching to you and only you. "I'm here," she whispers and you melt even further against her, savouring the moment briefly before realising you're in the middle of a park.

"Sorry," you mumble, her hands cupping your cheeks to make you look at her, care and love that you desperately craved swirling in her eyes.

"You have no reason to be sorry," she says in an honest tone, her lips briefly meeting yours as you calm down in her presence, your racing thoughts gradually slowing. You look down at the floor, seeing the food and drink you had placed down before grabbing it and handing her the now stone-cold coffee, an apologetic look on your face. "Ok, maybe one reason why you should be sorry," she teases in a light-hearted tone to ease the mood, you chuckling softly as you appreciate her gesture.

"I got the twins muffins," you say, diverting the conversation onto something else, the older woman understanding that you didn't want to talk about it now, her tender smile encouraging you to continue talking. "They're big so we could steal one and share it while they share one too," you suggest, her eyebrow raising at you before looking back to the twins who were playing on the playground.

"Or," she whispers, "We could eat both of them and prevent the sugar rush they'd get from it," her voice dropping to a mischievous tone, one that rivals her brothers as you laugh, unable to stop the smile that stretches across your face. Oh you loved her so much.

"We have to be quick then," you muttered into another chaste kiss, swiftly walking with her to a bench to eat the treats, out of the twins' view.

***

Closing the door quietly, Wanda turned to admire your form in bed, arms wrapped around her pillow as you cuddled against it, pretending it was her as you waited for the other woman to finish getting ready for bed. Green eyes softened when she saw your face partly smushed against the fabric, eyes seemingly struggling to stay open after the eventful and tiresome day you had, the older woman gently climbing into bed to finally join you.

It had felt like you had waited years for Wanda to replace the pillow in your arms, her fingers wrapping carefully around the object and slowly sliding it out of your grasp, moving her body to slip into its previous position. A soft hum of appreciation left you as her comforting arms snaked around your middle, pulling you impossibly closer to her, your head pressed against the crook of her neck and relishing in the warmth of her skin. Her fingers eventually slipped under your shirt, a relieved sigh leaving you when you discovered they were significantly warmer than this morning, soothingly tracing random patterns against your skin, adding to the relaxing feeling flowing throughout you.

"I'm here if you want to talk about it," she whispers after a moment, her tone soft and calm as to not push you into telling her, simply offering you her comfort if you wanted it. You pull back from the safety of her neck, only just being able to see the enticing green that were gazing at you ever so softly, the gentle light streaming in through the curtains somehow perfectly highlighting her face in a soft glow, your eyes admiring her features.

"I just want to forget about it," you murmur, sliding your leg in between hers as you cuddled under the sheets, moving even closer to her body, able to feel all of her pressed up against you. "To forget about her," you mutter, one of Wanda's hands slipping from under your shirt to softly push some of your hair back, her fingers threading through your locks to scratch your scalp softly, your body melting against her even more.

"I think I know something that could help," she whispers, keeping her tone light as she had a vague idea of where your thoughts were heading. Every time you'd think about your mother, your thoughts would automatically go to all the lies she told you, your mind believing all the vile things she would say to you. Wanda hated how you could think so lowly of yourself, so she'd try her best to show you that she loved you, that she was here for you.

Your eyes contain a glint of curiosity in them at her words, her smile softening as it grows a little at the mere sight of you, her hand slipping from your hair to cup your cheek.

She pulls you closer gently, her lips pressing against you in a way that was heavenly. It was so incredibly soft, her mouth claiming yours in a manner that was nothing but tender, loving and affectionate, all of her love for you being poured into it. It was almost overwhelming at how delicate the kiss was, your thoughts being replaced by the sheer amount of love you held for the woman in your arms, a soft sigh leaving her before her lips met yours again. Your chest bubbled with warmth as a smile took over your face, her silent message enough to cause all the worry and negative thoughts to fade away, your mind, heart and soul entirely consumed by her.

"I love you," her words a mere whisper, tone somehow containing more love than the kiss, various emotions flooding through you at the immense amount of care you were feeling. "You're everything I want and more, Detka, never doubt that," she murmurs, pressing another kiss to your lips, your eyes lost in her green as she keeps your gaze, expressing her emotions.

"You're all I'll ever want, all I'll ever need," you whisper back, matching her tone, yours dripping with honesty and intimacy as you lean your forehead against hers. "I love you."

With a final kiss, you move your head back to her neck, letting out a small sigh as you relax against her, her arms holding you close as she lets you drift off to sleep, her eyes watching your adoringly before she follows suit, another soft 'I love you' gracefully spilling from her lips.

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Part 6: What Then?

It's over kids! The longest and final chapter is done. Chris Storer & Co. are probably going to put our beloveds through it in S3, but until then let's enjoy our low-key angst and romance. Post Season 2, Canon-Compliant, swoony, girly, fluffy. A happy-ending obviously.

After 10 years of grinding himself into dust Carm’s body began to surrender. About a month after The Bear’s opening, he came down with a cold that turned into a low-grade fever, a bitter cough with lime green mucus, night sweats, and mind-numbing exhaustion. After two days Sydney and Fak showed up to his apartment and dragged him to the emergency room. It was pneumonia and dehydration. The young male doctor muttered that his lungs sounded just like his father’s, a 40-year smoker. Yes, pneumonia was the primary reason, but a man Carmy’s age should be in better shape. He was out of commission for a whole week. The regret of letting down The Bear crew so soon after the Friends and Family fiasco motivated him to make a couple changes. First, he allowed himself only one emergency cigarette a day, which he needed less and less. Second, he went outside on Mondays, when the restaurant was closed. If the temperature was over 30℉, he took the train or walked to a park. His favorites were Humboldt and the Garfield Park Conservatory. Today he had come to the latter with his sketchbook and pencils in his backpack. Since the renovation he had continued drawing.

As he went towards to his favorite bench, he noticed a slender woman walking ahead of him. Her height, long swishing braids and jacket were identical to Syd’s. He compulsively began jogging towards her. Before he could call out her name, the woman pounced on a tall lanky man in front of her, wrapping her arms around his waist. Carmen had the sensation of being pushed off a diving board unexpectedly, his stomach pitching forward, unable to breathe much less scream before slamming into the water like a brick. The man turned and picked up Sydney up, planting a kiss on her mouth. He spun her around and…she wasn’t Syd. Thank God.

Carm made his way to the bench and hunched over, his head in his hands. She wasn’t Syd he recanted over and over until the feeling of relief gave way to self-reproach. This time it wasn’t her, but one day it would be. Would he be able to live with that? Uncle Jimmy’s warning not to be an overthinking manichino flashed in his mind. It was time to do something. He took out his sketchpad and began thumbing through it, an idea beginning to take shape. Hopefully, it wouldn’t scare Syd away.

The following Monday Sydney was in her cousin’s salon getting her entire life. Her microbraids were taken out, her hair was washed, deep conditioned, her scalp massaged, and now she was getting box braids put in. They were accented with delicate gold hair cuffs. She drowsed in the chair, with an almost empty to-go container of jollof rice in her lap, as her cousin and another hair stylist quietly discussed the latest season of Love is Blind.

“Sydney babe, would you ever go on Love is Blind?” her cousin, Ashley, asked in a louder tone.

Syd startled and rubbed her eyes.

“Never. That’s insane.”

“I got a message on IG that it’s coming to Chicago. You live and breathe your job so when are you going to meet somebody? Maybe your soulmate is in one of those pods!”

“Why don’t you apply then? You could find “love” and get more exposure for the salon.”

“Same for you and your restaurant ma’am, but I have a man.”

“Since when?”

“Since three months ago. His name is David, he’s a chemical engineer and the son of you know, Ms. Jumoke, she goes to the African church on Mackinaw…St. Paul.”

“Yeah, I remember her. Her sister used to watch me when my dad worked nights.”

“Anyways, back to you. Are you dating anyone, or should I send you the show application?”

“I don’t think love is blind. Have you seen the people they cast? Nobody too unfortunate-looking gets on. It’s so shallow.”

“Ha! You’re one to talk. You have a very distinct type…white boys with tats and muscles.”

“Ashley, there’s been two of them. Like, that’s not a pattern.”

“No, three! This boss, no “partner”, of yours, had Sydney written over him. The family never sees you anymore.”

“I came to lunch at uncle and auntie’s last month! Besides, opening a new business is like having a kid. You know this.”

“Sure, but when I had dinner at your restaurant and you introduced us, he complimented you for five minutes and then followed you to the kitchen like a whipped puppy.”

Sydney grinned biting her lower lip and covered her eyes. Her cousin stopped braiding and hugged her.

“Aww…my baby cousin is finally going to get some!”

“ASHLEY!” Sydney groaned pushing off her cousin’s arms.

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop, but I am happy for you. He is sexy. That neck is thicker than a tree stump.”

Sydney who had just taken a sip of her sweet tea, spat it out all over the mirror.

“That’s on you, Ashley!” she choked out between laughing and coughing.

When she was able to contain herself, she tried to reel her cousin back in. Talking about romantic potential with Carmy gave her too much pleasure. If he was content with the status quo she didn’t want to get her hopes up.

“Nothing really is going on. We’re business partners and we’re pretty good friends and it’s probably best we keep it that way.”

“Yes, and he gave you an equal share in the restaurant out of the friendly kindness of his heart.”

“You know, I think he would do that, because I’ve put in so much work, but it did feel like it was something more, at least his Uncle Cicero or Jimmy seemed to think so.”

“Girl, watch out. His sister and an uncle like you!? Would you take his last name, hyphenate, or keep Adamu?”

“Ugh, I’m not going there with you! Shouldn’t you be done with my hair by now?”

“If you want it done right it’ll be 2 more hours. If you don’t…30 minutes?”

“Fine, take your time but please let me sleep.”

Sydney closed her eyes, admiring her self-control. She hadn’t told Ashley that Carmy asked her to come by The Bear this evening. He was reworking a few old dishes. The invite was made at the end of the night a few days ago while they were turning off the lights. She said yes as they pulled down the last switch and she couldn’t see his expression, but she heard him exhale loudly as if he feared she’d decline. Sometimes they meet up on Mondays to network with vendors or collaborate on menu ideas, so this wasn’t out of the ordinary. However, she intuited he was hiding something again like when he and Nat surprised her with a share in the restaurant. This time she didn’t pester him for details, knowing that it was probably worth waiting for.

When Syd arrived home at 3:00 pm she could’ve folded laundry and watched an episode of Psych, but she decided to pretend this was a date; well, like she was preparing for a date. It was a long time since her last. She had entered the Convent of Failed Dreams after Sheridan. Then The Beef/The Bear became her world. The light blue cuffed jeans and stripped white and mint green button-down shirt she was wearing was more than appropriate for a food brainstorming session. However, Carmy’s mysterious attitude might be concealing more great news. She might as well look good when and if he had some.

She took a luxuriously long shower, shaved, and rubbed in her mandarin-scented body oil. Then she entered slowly sifted through her closet considering a red jumpsuit, or just nicer jeans and a blouse when her eyes fell on her marigold-colored shirt dress. It was knee length, comfortable, but chic and the color made her complexion pop. She paired it with a brown and gold oval buckle belt and brown flats because she might be standing in the kitchen for hours. After a short struggle she decided to keep the top two buttons of her shirt dress open. It was only a collar bone, not cleavage. Then she considered makeup. She hated wearing a lot of it; her skin felt suffocated with foundation. She did her brows, applied mascara, a little mineral powder, a smidge of highlighter on her cheekbones, and finished with the Fenty “Hot Choclit” gloss bomb her cousin had given her as part of a set for Christmas. Her new braids with the gold cuffs made the look even better and Sydney couldn’t help admiring herself more than usual in her floor-length mirror. She felt so delicious that she ordered an Uber rather than sit on the train. She would take it later or maybe Carm would give her a ride home.

Just before she could lock the door Emmanuel came up the stairwell, his face lighting up.

“My baby girl, you are stunning! Where are you headed?”

“Thanks, daddy. I’m just going to the restaurant. Felt like dressing up for once.”

“So, is it a staff meeting?”

“No, just working on some recipes. I gotta go. My Uber’s waiting.”

Emmanuel leaned against the door and nodded with a sly smile.

“Oh okay, I see. Tell Carmen I said hello. Have fun!”

Sydney’s eyes widened and she ran down the stairs waving goodbye. Her voice couldn’t be trusted.

When the car arrived at the restaurant, the sky was overcast, the evening darker than usual for the time of year. She let herself in and observed the layout. The lights were low, and the back center booth was set for dinner, with a single table candlelit. She could see Carmy in the kitchen already sautéing something. She was headed towards him when he looked up, seeing her through the window and rushed to meet her in the front.

“Syd don’t-” he began before he was immobilized by the vision before him.

Sydney was similarly taken with him and marveled at how often they were of the same mind. Carm was wearing a crisp button-down blue shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, the shirt tucked into dark navy pants, and he had gotten a haircut. Somehow it made his eyes stand out more. The sides were moderately tapered, his hair on top remained almost as long as before, and one of his rogue curls was damp against his forehead. He was perspiring, apparently having been cooking for a while.

“Nice haircut”, “You look amazing” they began at the same time and laughed nervously.

Carmy started again, beating his trusty spoon against his palm.

“So, the food is almost done. Just have a seat over there and I’ll be right out.”

Sydney nodded, a little confused and excited for this change of plans. She sat in the booth and noticed the speakers were playing The Teskey Brothers’ “Take My Heart.” She leaned back and closed her eyes letting the lyrics wash over her, her emotions stirring with that sweet ache.

“Take the time to notice what you really need, 

You’ll find it’s a little more simple, than what you thought before,

But I can say for certain that I’ve got more than I ever had before,

By remembering the little things that make my heart warm.

So take my heart and cut it into two,

After all the only thing missing from me was you,

You’re all I want, you’re all I need, you’re the air I breathe,

Cause after all the only thing missing from me was you.”

“Hey, are you good?” Carmy asked approaching the booth with their plates.

Sydney sat up and cleared her throat.

“Yes, I’m good. I really like that song. Reminds me of-“

“Otis Redding?”

“Yeah.”

Carm carefully placed the plates on the table.

“Well, speaking of throwbacks, I made-”

“Pork confit with onions and rhubarb!”

“Yes, and after we’ll have Milk and Honey.

Sydney bit the inside of her mouth trying to absorb what seemed to be happening. Carm muttered something about getting their drinks and went to the bar for their club sodas. Sydney remained mute, not knowing if she should ask him what this meant now or let it play out. “Don’t get ahead of yourself”, she admonished her heart.

He returned to the booth with their drinks and encouraged her to start, rubbing his chin as she put the first bite in her mouth.

“That’s it Carmy. Maybe even better than the first time,” Syd purred the pork melting on her tongue and some of her anxiety with it.

He blushed and began eating too.

“It is pretty good. Eleven Madison Park taught me a lot.”

The meal was mostly silent except for the occasional ejaculation over some element of the dish. Carmy couldn’t help gazing at Syd, taking in each detail, and rejoicing in the whole. The dip above her collar bone that rose and fell whenever she swallowed, made his head swim. Her lovely face was absolutely regal framed by her new box braids. Syd’s brown skin glowed in the candlelight and a heavenly citrus scent emanated from her. Whenever her eyes caught his obvious staring, he was too filled with gratitude to look away. Sydney’s eyes were soft and filled with kindness for this dear, lovestruck man. He looked helpless. In moments like this she remembered her capacity to build or obliterate him at will. “Go with the flow” she reminded herself.

After they finished the main, Carmy took their plates and returned, with dessert, Milk and Honey. Syd lit up at the sight and when she tried it a wave of surprise flitted across her face.

"Is that mango? I didn't taste it at first, but then it like...bloomed at the back. Wow!"

"I thought it could use a Sydney twist. You always grab the mango lollipops off Sug's desk."

She resumed eating her dessert. Carm noticed everything about her. She'd played the Teskey Brothers, once or twice while they cleaned after a service, comparing them to Otis.

The Milk and Honey was devoured too soon and just as she wondered what else was on the agenda, Carmy took their bowls and returned with a package tied with twine. He set it in front of her, hands trembling, and sat a little further away than before. Syd perceiving his anxiety didn't raise any questions. She untied the string, removed the wrapping paper, revealing a red leather hand-bound notebook. The cover was engraved with her initials. On the first page was one of Carmy's drawings. It was a curbside view of The Bear. Several lined pages followed, then a drawing of the grapes in bone marrow broth. This alternating of lined pages and his pictures continued throughout the thick notebook. There were more pictures of their recipes, the various designs of her head scarves, and some were of her in different attitudes. In one she was leading expo with the confidence of Napoleon, and another was a portrait, her chin leaning on her hand, with a faraway expression in her large brown eyes. There were several others, so perceptive that Sydney felt naked. Adored. The final picture was surreal. It was a profile of Carmy's head the entirety of which was filled with Sydney wearing a hopeful smile and the scarf and shirt she'd worn her first day at The Beef.

She couldn't stop looking at it, her index finger tracing the lines.

"Sy-d" Carmen croaked his voice thick.

Breaking.

She looked up to find red-brimmed blue eyes searching hers.

"Come here" she breathed and no sooner than she blinked he was at her side.

"Syd" he tried again. Hyperventilating.

"Say more", she gently commanded smoothing his hair back before taking his hand in her lap.

This disarmed him, and he grinned in surprise. That was his line.

"Okay."

Breathe

"I want you Syd. I want to be with you.”

Breathe

“I want to do everything with you or not at all."

Then for the first time he wanted to say the words that had been a weapon for most of his life. They either were forced on him or yanked from him. His mother thought those words meant meekly submitting to her abuse. For Mikey it was cutting him off, so he wasn't exposed to his self-destruction. He never got to say it all. Claire believed it was part of a script. If he would only play his role and ignore who they were underneath, those words would become true enough.

Now, he had a new idea about those words, and they were wrapped up in this beautiful, talented, funny, tender, generous, stubborn, loyal, woman. His friend.

Suddenly they didn't hurt. He continued leaning to rest his forehead on hers.

"I love you."

Sydney blinked slowly as if in a trance, tears dropping to their joined hands.

Carm didn't move, but his face was filled with concern.

'Syd, are you-" he started to ask. Then he was spinning.

Sydney kissed him.

His neurons habitually used to process grief, anxiety, and small doses of happiness, trembled with the unusual amount of joy coursing through him.

Sydney was delirious. Her only thought was, he loves me.

Carmy couldn't close his eyes. The curve of her soft cheek so near his made him want to cry.

Then he did, for Sydney said,

"I love you, too."

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thenewausten · 5 months

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Nerd!Quackity x Y/N - Short (and cute) Story <3

Alex was such a nerdy, glasses, beanies, an e=mc² shirt and a black watch would make him such an Albert Einstein fan but, he was, still, the best friend of your brother, Charlie, who was also a nerd, but a popular one. You were just the little sister of Charlie "the boy with beautiful green eyes and weird best friend (Alex)". At least, no one called you weird, tho.

You were just one year younger than Charlie, but he'd always think you're his little sister, protecting you from every boy he'd see around you. "You should stop being such a dick, Charlie. Why can't I have a life?!"

"Well, you can have a life! I just don't want boys around you, Y/N! All they suck and I don't want you to get hurt." He says and you roll your eyes. All you wanted was to kiss some boys and enjoy your teenage years. "Alex is coming." He says and you nod, Alex was so hot. The boy was just your fuckin' type. Nerdy. Glasses, beanies and the shirts that made him look even better. You couldn't believe he was real sometimes, but Charlie would never approve the both of you. He. Would. Never.

You listen to Alex's voice when he arrives and go downstairs to see the boy sitting on the sofa. He smiles to you and you approach him. "Hey, Alex. I loved your shirt." You say, it was a Jurassic Park shirt. "Oh... Thanks, Y/N, Jurassic Park is one of my favourite movies." He says and you smile, he's so cute. "Yeah, it's a very nice movie, right?! A classic."

"Yeah, I really..."

"Fuck, dude, I forgot the avocado for the guacamole..." My brother appears on the living room, looking at Alex and then looking at me. "What are you doing here, Y/N?"

"I live here, dude." I answer him and roll my eyes. "Whatever, I'll buy the avocado, okay? Alex, ignore my silly sister." He leaves the room and you roll your eyes again.

"I hate when he does that, you know?! Pretend I'm a little girl." You say and Alex nods. "Yeah, I understand. I'm sorry for that, maybe one day he'll change his behaviour. I mean, you're clearly not a little girl anymore, but..." He says, looking at your whole body. "You're right, I'm not." You approach him for behind the coach, your hands on his shoulders to make him a little massage. "W-What are you doing, Y/N?!" He asks. "Jesus... Are you always this tense, Alex?!" You ask him, his muscles start to relax in your fingers, a sigh of relief scapes from his mouth. "Does it feels good?!" You ask him with a smile on your face. "So good, Y/N." He whispers and you smile, Alex groans as you suddenly stop, but you turn around the sofa and sit on his lap. "Hey, what the..." He starts, his hands on your waist as you kiss his neck. "Y/N, s-stop."

"What?! You don't want me?!" You ask. "I want, but we're in the living room and your brother..." You shut his mouth by kissing him on the lips, almost whimpering with the feeling of his soft tongue against yours. Alex holds your face with one hand as he kisses you, the other one pulls you even closer than before. "We can't." He whispers as soon as he breaks the kiss. "Why not?!" You ask, upset. "I always wanted to kiss you, Alex. Maybe do even more..." You whisper and he blushes. "Your brother." He says, his thumb moves on your face and you sigh. "I can't let Charlie control my life." You say and kiss his lips. "And you shouldn't let him control yours."

"I don't." He says and kisses your lips again, your hands on his hair and neck, making him shiver with the touch. "To a nerd, you're such a great kisser." You whisper when you both break the kiss again, and Alex laughs. "Are you insulting me or...?"

"I'm not, 'Lex." You give him a peck on the lips and he smiles, hugging your waist. "You're so handsome." You whisper to the boy, kissing his face. "You're very beautiful, princess."

You both hear the front door and you immediately get up from Alex's lap, sitting on the other sofa. Charlie appears with two avocados on his hands. "Hey, what... Are you okay?!" He asks to Alex, he was red and nervous. "Uh, yeah... I'm, you?!"

"I'm good, dude. Was my sister making fun of you?! Y/N, what did I..."

"She wasn't, it's okay, Charlie. It's just... Hot. It's hot, you know?! Here." Alex says and Charlie frowns his eyebrows. "Y/N, can you turn on the air conditioning to Alex?!" Charlie asks and you nod, leaving to the kitchen. You get up and smile to Alex, turning on the air conditioning to him and giving him a peck on the lips. "Stop!" He whispers with a smile on his face, you hold his cheeks with your fingers and Alex keeps the smile on his lips.

"Can we keep it in secret for a while?!" Alex whispers and you nod. "Sure." You smile to him.

"Alex! Help me to make the guacamole! Stop talking with my sister, dude!" Charlie says from the kitchen and Alex gets up.

"See you, 'Lex." You give him a peck on the lips and leave the room to go upstairs.

You and Alex would keep in secret the beginning of your romance, expecting for Charlie to don't find out.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy the writing! :)

Requests are open!

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darkstrawberrytimetravel · 16 days

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Why don't you just give in?Pt.4

Fem reader

Pt.3

You

I grab my drink and follow the girls to a nearby table, we’re seated midway between the bar and the back of the pub. I know the girls are watching the lads at the pool table, I can’t help myself either as I look up and watch as Simon loses his current round against Gaz. His movements around the table are sleek, like a panther, and practised as he lines up his next shot. His muscles flexing under his jacket, the hem of his jacket and shirt riding up just enough for my eyes to trail over his lower back. He’s trying, but he’s never been great at scoring, he’s just in it for the game.

Images of us in bed together lazily flash through the forefront of my mind, him laid on his front as I straddle his bare thighs and massage his back. My thumbs working deep into the knotted muscles of his broad and muscular physique, the feel of my breasts brushing against him as I lean forward and trace my tongue up his spine. The taste of his skin, sweat and his own scent that I can never find elsewhere.

I clear my throat and shake my head away, willing those thoughts to dissipate as quickly as they had appeared. I shouldn’t be thinking of him. We’re history.

I stir my drink and make an idiotic point of counting the beads of condensation on the glass. Anything to distract myself. By the time I lookup again I realise he’s gone, I check the table with Soap and the others and he's not there either.

Breathing a sigh of relief I settle in, despite my little speech in the taxi it looks like we’ll be staying here. Then again I can’t really go elsewhere in shorts, a hoodie, and trainers. The evening flies by, finally we actually start to socialise as a group, no more eye fucking the boys. Just as I start to feel that familiar easy going feeling of the alcohol working its magic on my body, my eyes trail up to the pool table and then the adjacent table and bench. Still no Simon.

I wonder why he's gone, he doesn't chain his cigarettes, and normally after a particularly long operation he parks himself out in the pub until last orders. The more I think about him in the present I can't help the past rear its ugly head. Though it hasn't always been ugly. I find my thoughts shift to us, our passion once upon a time. How fierce it had burnt, the feeling of our bodies, limbs tangled, comfortable and even serene moments in each other's company as we went about mundane ordinary hobbies and tasks. Hopes for the future. His hopes for our future. My inability to fully commit myself. His disappointment and hurt.

“Hey!”

I feel myself being shaken lightly, blinking and looking around, I'm met with a pair of green eyes. Laura's eyes. Suddenly I'm back in the present, we're in the pub. I realised I'm chewing my thumb, removing it and wiping my thumb dry on my hoodie. I avoid her eyes.

“Yeah sorry, got a little lost there. You know…. I think I'm going to head off. Make my own way back.”

Standing up, I make my excuses to the rest of the girls, citing plans for the weekend and needing an early night. As I step out onto the street and the pub door closes behind me I take a lung full of air. There's an autumnal chill, I realise how cold I am despite the alcohol coursing through my body. Standing there for a moment longer I make my mind up and walk further along to the taxi rank. My self control crashes, vanishes, and I know I can't fight the inevitable.

Settling into the taxi I nervously play with the cuff on my hoodie, I'm drunk. That's all it is. I just need physical connection. No other reason. I try to distract myself by looking out the passenger window, watching the dark houses fly past as we get ever closer to my destination. My limbs are tingling, I start to panic as I think about the last time we were in close quarters, alone. How he'd looked at him with dark eyes, disappointment and hurt morphing into something else. Anger. How he'd fucked me, lulling me into a sense of security only to pull the rug out from under me after we'd finished. Calling me a slag and practically kicking me out his house.

His defence mechanism. What did you expect? You broke his heart, did you expect him to carry on with the arrangement as normal, as if he hadn't poured his heart and soul out to you? Only you couldn't reciprocate back could you. Those three words on the tip of your tongue but you're not brave enough to say them. Coward.

The taxi stops and I'm pulled from my thoughts again. I barely register myself paying the fare and stepping out. I'm outside his home. Simon's home. I'm always awestruck with the mundanity of it. Just a simple two bedroom detached brick property on an unassuming street in Hereford. Close enough for a 15 minute standby, far enough for privacy and comfort away from the Garrison. I feel my heart race and my breath shudder out as I walk those few remaining steps to the front door, I don't even have to knock. The door opens and I'm met with his eyes, I can't tell how he's feeling. It's too dark to see any emotion written on his face.

“Hey” I don't realise how soft my voice is. How nervous I am.

Pt.5

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kryptonitejelly · 1 year

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Inspired by this picture basically. In my mind, this is flyboy!Jake, because he is easy and my comfort character - but you can imagine him / read him as any Jake tbh. Credits to @lostinthefandoms11 for indulging my ideas that the slew of pictures from Glen’s sister’s ig has spawned.

You are seated at one of the two chairs in front of the teacher’s table, nodding lightly, lips moving as you both exchange the necessary pleasantries while waiting for Jake to start the session. He had texted you just a minute ago - In the parking lot, see you soon - so you had both decided to wait, rather than begin, after all, you were both her last parent-teacher conference for the day.

Both your heads, you and Ms McKenzie’s, snap towards the door as it creaks open. Jake pokes his head in first, eyes darting around the room, only settling when they find you. You see the sparkle in his greens, the crinkle in the skin beside his eyes before a smile slips onto his lips.

“Sorry I’m late,” he says, voice kept more neutral, further away from his usual drawl because of the setting.

“No worries Mr Seresin,” Ms McKenzie’s voice floats into the air, just that bit breathier and a pitch higher than she had it when speaking to you. You hear the slightest hitch in her breathe as Jake flashes her a polite smile, the rest of his body stepping into the classroom. You really can’t blame her - he looks delightful, hair damp, bits of it casually sticking out from having run a towel over and his fingers through quickly, dark casual button up with just that one button too much open, paired with a set of form fitting dark jeans.

Jake makes his way towards you both, but he doesn’t sit immediately. He reaches for you first to place a hand on the backing of your chair, fingers gently brushing your back as he leans down to kiss you hello. It is a quick kiss on your lips, but something that manages to feel way too intimate with just one other person seated across the table, her gaze directly on you both. Your smile grows the moment your lips meet his. Jake sits, keeping his hand anchored on the back of your chair, and you slide your hand to come to a loose rest on his jean clad thigh. There is a scraping sound against the floor as Jake drags yours chair just that few inches closer towards him. The classroom and teacher in front of him weren’t going to stop Jake Seresin from being him.

His movement is so natural, but Ms McKenzie’s gaze moves along with your chair. Her gaze dips to the hand which you hand which you have on Jake’s thigh and you see the flutter of a frown cross her features. You aren’t the only one who sees it, judging by the shift of Jake’s leg which deliberately drops your hand further down his inner thigh. You find yourself stifling a chuckle as you feel the pads of Jake’s fingers massage your back gently.

“So, you were saying Ms McKenzie?” Jake cuts the silence and her frown, his interjection making the teacher clear her throat hurriedly as she busies herself with picking up the sheets of paper she has in front of her.

“Ye-yes, as I was saying…”

“So,” you wait until you hear the click of the classroom door close behind the both of you before you continue, “Mr Seresin,” you say while batting your eyes at Jake.

It makes him grin, with a slightly raised brow before he takes a step froward in a singular, smooth motion, his body pivoting to press you against the wall of the empty hallway. Your back lands against the cool wall, Jake’s hands slipping onto your waist, and your hands going instinctively up his chest.

“I see my wife has decided to amuse herself by mocking me,” Jake states, his lips skimming across your cheekbone, kissing their way behind your ear, and against the column of your neck.

It makes you chuckle as you tilt your head ever so slightly to allow Jake’s lips better access - married, children under both your belts, and you both are still unable to keep your hands off each other.

Jake brings his head up from pressing a kiss to your neck and you let your lips meet him in hello, properly greeting him for the first time today. He had left too early for base in the morning for you to have caught him.

“One of my most enjoyable hobbies,” you say, between the first kiss and the second which Jake goes in for without hesitation. “You know she wants you to coach the soccer team because she’ll get to spend more time with you, don’t you?”

You tease as Jake presses his body more firmly into yours, his hand skimming from your waist and up your side before it comes to cup the side of your face, his fingers slotting themselves through your hair behind your ear, massaging gently as you lean into his touch; you let your hand drops to his front.

“And I said no because I much rather spend that time with my wife.”

“Is that so,” you hum in response, your hands pressing against his abdomen. After years and children later, Jake still boasted an impressive physique, less lean than he had been years ago, and slightly thicker, but no less attractive.

“Affirmative M’am,” Jake cocks to his head to a side a lazy grin on his features.

“And if your little gremlin was any less of a monster on the soccer field than she is now?” You ask, picking up the nickname you both had for your youngest daughter. Jake was competitive, and you knew part of the reason he said no to coaching, the first being Ms McKenzie’s obvious attraction, was that there really was no need - not with the absolutely fiend your youngest was on the field. All your children had gotten Jake’s athletic ability, but your youngest - well, there was a reason even her grandma had nicknamed her your little terror.

“Well, she gets that from her mother,” Jake says in jest, leaning in to kiss your forehead before moving his lips down to yours again. If anything, she got it from him. This kiss is soft, gentle, drawn out, and he pulls away leaving you wanting more.

“Dinner?” He asks, as he steps away and extends his hand towards you, the knowledge that your children were at home, under the watchful eye of the babysitter. You take it, fingers tangling with Jake’s. Jake loved his children, but without a doubt, his first priority had always been, and was still, you.

“Lead the way Mr Seresin.”

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impaladolan · 2 years

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small request! grayson and y/n were supposed to be going out for a date night but he goes to buy y/n another dress because he insists hers is too short to wear in public (plus he’s overprotective)

Blurb Alert! - Grayson Dolan

a/n: i changed it a little, and i kinda made grayson a meanie in this one

Stingy:

"I'll be out in the car." Grayson runs his hand through his hair before leaving you to finish dressing. He looked irritated, wouldn’t talk much and had a semi-sour expression.

You had your hair and some makeup all done up, and a nice emerald green dress and some heels on for your attendance of your friend’s wedding reception.

Grayson wasn’t upset this morning when the two of you had attended the ceremony. He was all flushed, doe-eyed and lovey, his touch never leaving your body.

But now, after dressing for the party, his mood had a total switch. You couldn’t understand why. You don’t recall anything of importance angering him, and your Grayson was a patience man, not one to be upset over small things.

You dismissed worrying about it— he wouldn’t tell you why he was mad or what you could do to help, but instead stayed in silence as he too readied himself for the evening ahead.

Maybe a little dancing will loosen him up.

After spraying a sweet perfume and grabbing your purse, you ducked into his low car and strapped your seat belt, pulling your dress down so it wouldn’t be bunched up against your lower abdomen.

Grayson scoffed and started the car, evading your glare as he backed, rather aggressively, out of the driveway.

“What’s your problem, baby?” You smoothed your hand over the console and onto his own, massaging the backside of his palm sincerely. He bit the inside of his cheek and looked over, not at your eyes, but to where your dress ends and your legs begin.

“Do you think that dress is appropriate to wear tonight, Y/N?” He finally looked at you, his gaze still hard and unmoving.

“Excuse me?” You almost gasped at his words, your face flushing and a fiery anger shooting throughout your body.

The nerve.

“Answer the question.” His grip on the steering wheel tightened and his foot seemed to grow heavy against the gas.

“I don’t see a fucking problem.” You looked down your torso and along the sleeves, in search of whatever the hell could be wrong.

“So you don’t think it’s pretty revealing?”

You pulled your hand away from him and shook your head, appalled by his thoughts. You were struggling to speak, surprised by his sudden dismay of your attire.

“Oh, you don’t? Your fucking ass is hanging out and your tits are on full fucking display. I hope to god you’re wearing some kind of panty under that, fuck.” He had you stunned with his words and you could hardly see straight with all the anger bubbling inside of you.

“You bought me this dress, Grayson!” You huff, flailing your hands in the air. Your chest began to turn red, that’s what usually happens when you’re flushed or irate, and your teeth grind against each other in continued irritation.

“I didn’t realize it’d be that short when you put on heels, Y/N.” He was annoyed, pressing the gas further down and moving around other vehicles like he thinks he’s a nascar driver or something.

“It’s not your decision of how clothed or not I want to be.”

“Well, then we’re making a stop before the reception.” He pulled off the highway and sped down the exit, taking a right at the stop light and flying down the road. He only slowed to turn into a luxury dress store and parked, turning the car off.

“I’m fucking walking, asshole.” You reach for the door handle, but he holds his finger over the lock button and moves across the console to shut the door back.

“The hell you are.”

You continue to try and open the door, using all your might, but even with hardly a grip Grayson’s stronger than you.

“You’ve never acted this way before.” You subside from trying to leave and cross your arms, covering the exposed cleavage he’s so upset about.

“I’m not trying to control you, Y/N,” he sighs and let’s go of the door. “I just don’t want anybody getting ideas. You’re mine.” He runs his hand through his hair, it’s disheveled and a couple strands had fallen upon his forehead.

“I didn’t think this would be an issue for you. I figured you’d like to see me wear this.”

“You’re more than welcome to wear it at home.” He flicked his eyebrows up and down and you let out a small laugh.

“Fine. Better hurry up in here or we’ll be late.” You both empty the vehicle and he joins you on the sidewalk, landing a harsh slap to your ass before grabbing your waist with a chuckle.

“I’m still upset with you, Grayson.”

“We’ll see who’s upset when we get home tonight..”

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