#i’m going to say something n i mean this in the nicest way possible no hate i swear

[sunmisbf]

i’m not going to watch ten’s lie with you track video bc i like to wait until the album is out n be surprised but i’m really nervy besties 😭

[persephonewritessometimes]

Aaron Hotchner x bau!reader

Where after months ( cuz shes new n young working there)they cant také anymore their attraction to each other.

Key sentences: Hotch: I’m old enough to be your father. R: Should I call you Daddy then?

Smut n fluff

Please

Author's Note: oooo thank you for this request anon!! thinking many thoughts, head very full

Summary: It's no secret that you have a thing for your boss - a man 25 years your senior. What happens when he reveals he has feelings for you too?

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x (AFAB) Reader

Word Count: 5108 (i got carried away hehe)

Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!! UNDER 18? PLEASE KEEP SCROLLING! SMUT; DADDY KINK; SIR KINK; OVERSTIMULATION; MULTIPLE ORGASMS; UNPROTECTED P IN V (don't be like them y'all, stay safe); DOM!HOTCH, SUB!READER; READER IS HORNY; FINGERING; ORAL (F RECEIVING) reader gets distracted by Hotch's hands, pining, confession of feelings, reader blacks out from cumming really hard; Hotch calls reader "good girl, princess, baby"; Morgan is a cheeky bastard (as per usual)

This work is meant for readers aged 18 and over. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

“Y/N, you're staring, again," Morgan says with a chuckle and I quickly find somewhere else to look that isn't our section chief. Which I was definitely not having rated-R thoughts about.

"Shut up, Morgan," I mutter.

"Why don't you just tell him how you feel?" I turn and stare at him now, eyes wide in disbelief.

"Sure, why don't I just tell a much older man that every time I look at him, I feel weak in the knees and sweaty? That would really go over well." I say, sarcastically.

"We're getting tired of watching you eye-fuck him, Y/N." Emily sighs, jumping into the conversation.

"It's getting kind of pathetic at this point," Morgan adds and I smack him on the shoulder.

"You guys are being mean. Let me pine in peace."

"Y/N, none of us are at peace when you start acting like a dog in heat every time Hotch walks in the room. It's genuinely hard to watch." Morgan shoots back, grinning at me. I feel my cheeks grow hot at his brazen comment. "Just put us out of our misery and get laid for once, damn." I feel my cheeks growing even hotter.

"He - he doesn't like me like that." I'm tripping over my words, embarrassed that everyone can see what's clearly written by my body language when Hotch is around.

"Y/N, sweetie, you're smart, but sometimes you're an idiot," Emily says kindly. "He likes you."

"Trust us, we know," Morgan adds.

"How?" I say and cross my arms over my chest.

"Really? Okay. Whenever he's giving a briefing and you're standing next to him, his body gravitates towards yours, you're the first person he looks for in every room, Y/N, two weeks ago on that case in Charleston he almost throttled the officer that merely tried to flirt with you."

"Wait, that officer was flirting with me?" I've only been here a few months, so I haven't learned how to read people as well as him yet.

"Oh my god, she actually is an idiot." Morgan groans. "Yes! He always got you coffee refills without asking, offered you the first pick of the donuts, and gave you, and only you, a very thorough tour of the precinct. He was trying to impress you." He looks at me closely. "How the fuck did you get this job?" I shrug.

"Impeccable academic record?" I suggest timidly, and he snorts.

"Just pay attention to Hotch. More than you are already. You'll see."

"He's old enough to be my dad," I say.

"Why do I have the feeling that only fuels your fantasies?" Morgan mutters. "I'm done with this conversation. Either you tell him, Y/N, or I will."

"MORGAN!" He just throws his hands up in the air giving me an exasperated look. "Em? A little back up here?"

"As much as I hate to agree with Morgan, he has a point. It’s kind of hard to focus on work when we all know what’s going on except for you two. I mean this in the nicest way possible, but just say something, for the sake of everyone who has to be in a room with you guys. I could cut the tension between you two like a knife.” She gives me a small smile.

“I- I’m just nervous. What if you guys are wrong?” She places her hand over mine.

“We’re not wrong, Y/N. We even asked Reid to weigh in and he agrees with us. Just say something.” I frown and head back to my desk, needing to be alone with my thoughts for a while. I’m deep in a stack of paperwork when Hotch calls the team into a meeting. I sigh, set my pen aside, and make my way into the boardroom. I’m on high alert, due to Morgan’s comment, and as I step into the room, I glance at Hotch to find him already looking at me. He looks away quickly and I watch as the tips of his ears turn pink. Oh my god, they were right.

I’m hyper-aware of him the whole meeting, so much so that I barely heard a word he was saying.

“Y/N? Are you paying attention?” Hotch asks, looking at me.

“Uh, yes, sir.” I blurt out in a panic. I wasn’t expecting him to directly address me.

“YES SIR?” Morgan hollers. “That’s a new one.” Even Em is hiding a smile behind her hand. Hotch glares at him.

“Don’t tease her, Morgan. Y/N, please pay attention.”

“I will, sorry Hotch.” He just nods and goes back to what he was saying. I tried to pay attention I really did but I found myself watching his hands as he talked. He gestures at the screen, then to something in the paper he had given us, then puts his hand on his hip. His fingers are so thick I wonder if two would even fit inside of me. I’m thinking about him fingering me on his desk, pussy splayed and dripping for him, and I shift in my seat, feeling the wetness in my panties. Dammit, Y/N, don’t get carried away.

“Y/N, seriously,” Hotch sighs a few minutes later and I’m dragged from my dirty daydream. “I need you to pay attention or leave. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me today.”

“I’ve got an idea,” Morgan whispers with a grin. I glare at him.

“I’m trying to pay attention, I swear.”

“Are you sick? You look a bit warm, why don’t you step out for a few minutes.” I just nod, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. “And I want to see you in my office when we’re done with this meeting.” I nod again and feel my stomach drop to my ass in nervousness. I quickly walk out of the room and am pacing when the door opens up and Morgan walks out, a shit-eating grin on his face.

“What the hell were you thinking about in there?” He whispers, then pauses, “Actually, I’m not sure I want to know.”

“Just leave me alone, Morgan. I’m embarrassed enough already.” I say quietly.

“Oh, baby girl, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to tease you too much. You’re just an easy target. If it helps any, Hotch was downright flushed after you left. He stumbled over his words. Twice. I’ve never seen him that flustered. It’s like he knew what you were thinking about.” He nudges me with his shoulder. “Don’t sweat it, okay?”

“You’re not the one who has to face him in his office,” I grumble.

“Well, just make sure you guys close the blinds.”

“MORGAN! Shut up!” He’s laughing as he walks away. JJ and Em shoot me sympathetic smiles as they walk by and Reid pats me on the shoulder. Hotch doesn’t say a word as he walks out of the boardroom, and I diligently follow him to his office.

“Take a seat.” He says, gesturing at the chair and my eyes follow his hand again. Y/N! Stop! That’s what got you in trouble in the first place! I quickly take a seat, clasping my hands in my lap. “Now do you want to tell me why you were so distracted today?” He asks, looking at me. I feel the heat creep up my chest and onto my cheeks.

“I-um-no. No, I don’t.” He raises an eyebrow at that.

“Really? Because Morgan seems to have an idea. Maybe I should go ask him what he thinks.”

“No!” I blurt out. “Sorry. It’s just…embarrassing.” He just looks at me and I sigh before whispering, “Your hands. I was distracted by your hands.”

“My…hands?” He says slowly.

“Yes, sir, I mean Hotch, sorry. I know it’s not appropriate and I apologize.”

“What is it about my hands?” He asks, his voice low and in a tone that makes my heartbeat travel down to my pussy. I shift in my seat, a movement that most likely does not go unnoticed by him. “Y/N. Look at me.” I take a shaky breath and look up at him, all rational thoughts leaving my head when I see that his cheeks are pink, and his pupils are so blown I can barely see the brown. “What is it. About my hands.” He enunciates every word.

“They’re big,” I whisper.

“And what does that make you think about?”

“Please don’t make me say it.”

“No, no I want to hear you say it.”

In the smallest voice possible I say, “I was wondering if your fingers would even fit in me.” I hear him take in a sharp breath. “What it would feel like to be spread out on your desk with - with your fingers inside of me.”

“Careful, Y/N, you’re walking a thin line.” He murmurs.

“Haven’t I crossed it already, sir?”

“I’m old enough to be your father.” He says, words clipped. I get a sudden burst of confidence and stare him down.

“Should I call you Daddy, then?” I ask sweetly. I watch as he tightens his jaw.

“Watch your mouth, little girl. You don’t want to see how mean Daddy can get.”

“And what if I want to find out, Daddy?” I watch as his nostrils flare and he takes a deep breath.

“That’s enough, Y/N.” He spits out and I still, and fear that I’m about to lose my job to ill-timed arousal. My breath hitches as he leans back in his chair, eyes carefully watching me. “What am I gonna do with you?”

“Whatever you’d like to, sir,” I say simply and I watch his jaw tick again.

“Listen to me very carefully. We are going to go downstairs, you are going to gather your things, and you are not going to say a single word. I’m going to tell everyone that you’re not feeling well enough to drive, so I’m taking you home.” I swallow hard, not believing that this is actually happening right now. “Do you understand?” I nod quickly. “I need to hear you say you understand. Or else this stops now, and we don’t speak of it again.”

“I understand completely, sir.”

“Good girl.” He says in a low voice and a whimper escapes me before I can shove it down. He stiffens. “Do you like that? Hearing that you’re a good girl?” My pussy clenches around nothing, begging to be filled.

“Yes, Daddy.” He hums, getting up quickly and my mouth goes dry when I see the tented fabric of his pants. He shrugs off his suit jacket and slings it over his forearm and in front of his body, effectively hiding his raging boner. He walks over to me, and I hastily get up from the chair, and he grabs my arm, gripping it just hard enough to keep me grounded and lucid despite the lust-filled thoughts in my head. He yanks open his office door and we make our way down the stairs. I keep my head down as we approach my desk, the bullpen so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

“Y/N isn’t feeling well. I’m driving her home.” Hotch says, letting go of my arm so I can grab my jacket and purse. I glance at him, nodding that I have everything, and he grabs my arm again, and we hastily walk towards the elevator.

“GO EASY ON HER, HOTCH!” Morgan shouts, and I hear Em laugh.

“Shut up, Morgan.” Hotch growls over his shoulder, and I glance back at Morgan, who mouths ‘Good luck’ at me. “Don’t look at him. The only person you should be looking at is me, princess.” We get in the elevator, and he pushes the button so hard I think that he’s going to break the damn thing.

“Jesus, what’s got you so riled up?” I say sweetly, not caring that I’d probably pay for that question later. I just want to see him snap, lose that carefully cultivated control and unleash himself on me. He turns on me in a second, caging my body between the wall of the elevator and the hard planes of his body. He grabs my chin, tilting my face up to look at him.

“Watch yourself. I’d hate for you to get into something you can’t handle.”

“I can take whatever you throw at me, sir.” He laughs.

“Yeah, right, princess. Keep talking a big game – we’ll see how far that gets you.”

“Well, it got me here, didn’t it?”

“Right where you wanted, I presume?” He asks, tilting his head and there’s nothing friendly in his eyes. I just nod, sucking in a breath when he pushes his body closer to mine and his hard-on is pressing into my thigh. “Before this goes further: green for go, yellow for slow down, red for hard stop, no questions asked. Do you understand?” I nod, and he raises his eyebrows.

“I understand!” I blurt out.

“Good.” He suddenly dips his head down, nose bumping into mine as we share the same breaths for a few seconds. “I’m going to ruin you.” He whispers onto my lips, not quite kissing me.

“Please. Ruin me, Daddy,” I whisper and he’s kissing me as soon as the last word is out of my mouth. It’s overwhelming, the way he kisses, stealing all the air from my lungs in a millisecond. I gasp when the hand from my chin drops to my chest, reaching into my dress shirt and under my tank top to tweak my right nipple. He takes that opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth, tasting me. The elevator dings and his hand disappears from my shirt and his lips retreat. I whine at the sudden loss of contact, as we had just gone from 100 miles an hour to 0 miles an hour.

“I know, princess, I’m sorry. You don’t want Daddy to get caught, do you?” I shake my head vigorously and he chuckles, escorting me to his car, and opens the passenger door for me, ever the gentleman. He gets in and starts the car as I buckle my seatbelt. He backs out of the parking spot, placing one hand on the back of my headrest and I suck in a sharp breath. He glances at me. “Really? You’re turned on by my driving?”

“I can’t help it. I’m sorry.” I breathe out, not daring to look at him. My cheeks are warm, and I feel frazzled. I jump when his hand comes to rest on my thigh, dangerously close to where I want him. I shift my hips, trying to get him closer to where I need him. He smacks my thigh abruptly.

“Don’t do that. You can wait.” He says gruffly.

“I can’t. I can’t wait.” I gasp out. “Please. Please touch me. I need you. Please, sir, I’ll do anything.”

“I’ll oblige you, but only because you begged so prettily. I like it when you sound desperate. One rule though: no cumming without my permission.” His hand slips under my skirt and I thank god that this was one of the rare days I decided to wear one. His fingers ghost over my cunt, the lightest touch and my breathing is already starting to labor. When his fingers press my clit from outside my panties my hips buck into the air. “Someone’s responsive.” He says, more to himself than me. His fingers trail lower, and he groans when he feels the wet spot. “Already this wet for me, princess?”

“Only for you, Daddy.” I whimper when he pushes my panties to the side, hand now free to touch as he pleases. His fingers come up to tease my clit again before one deftly slips inside of me. I let out a choked sound, tight around him. Just one finger feels thick, and when he slips in another finger I keen, tightening again.

“Jesus, you’re tight.” He curls his fingers and hits that spot inside of me that I struggle to hit by myself. I gasp, hand closing around his wrist, and I don’t know if I’m trying to stop him or egg him on. He continues to work his fingers in me as he drives and I’m not sure how he’s managing to stay on the road. I know I should reciprocate but the feeling of his fingers plunging in and out of me has made every thought I’ve ever had flee my brain. After a few minutes, my thighs start to shake and I’m panting, so close to a mind-blowing orgasm that I forget he told me I can’t cum without his permission. His fingers slip out of me seconds before I hit my peak.

“NO!” I shout, shaking in the passenger seat, sitting in a small puddle of my own arousal. I hope it stains his impeccable leather seats.

“Only good girls get to cum, and you haven’t been a good girl today, baby,” He says, “Open.” I open my mouth and he slips the fingers he just had inside of me into my awaiting mouth. I suck his fingers off earnestly, just like I would to his cock if he gave me the chance. He pulls his fingers out with a pop and I realize he’s parked the car in his garage. Is this really happening? I think to myself. “Color?” He asks me, turning my face so I can look into his eyes. I could get lost in his eyes.

“Green,” I say quickly.

“Good girl,” He whispers and meets my mouth in a messy kiss full of tongue, need, and teeth.

I don’t know how we made it inside, but as soon as I cross through the doorway, Hotch throws me over his shoulder, and I shriek. He carries me to the bedroom, dropping me on the bed. I’m paralyzed as I watch him rip his tie off, dress shirt following soon after. He’s beautiful, and I want to run my hands all over him and feel every scar. My eyes are tracing his chest and ever the profiler, he notices.

“You can touch. It’s okay.” He walks over to me, planting himself between my legs. I timidly touch his stomach, trailing my hands up his abdomen, running my fingers along his scars in quiet admiration. He suddenly takes my hand, kissing it, a break in the dominant façade. I give him a soft smile, one that has always been reserved for him, and his breath hitches in his chest. His hands cup my face, looking into my eyes, and I’ve never felt safer than I have at this moment. I close my eyes, leaning into his touch, my hands resting on his wrists. It feels like we’re the only people in the world, two souls destined to collide. His next kiss is gentle as if he doesn’t want to ruin the moment, but he tosses his resolve out the window when I bite his bottom lip. He growls, pushing me onto my back and stepping out of his pants and boxers. I push myself up on my elbows to watch him and gasp when he’s revealed to me completely. He’s big. Bigger than I’ve had before. I knew it would be big because of his damn hands. “You’re far too dressed for my liking.” He mutters, and the next moment he actually rips my shirt off of me, buttons flying everywhere.

“HOTCH!” He stops, looking at me.

“Try again, sweetheart.”

“Sorry. Daddy.”

“Much better. And Daddy will buy you a new one, okay?” I nod, suddenly unable to think as he slides off my tank top and unclasps my bra. My nipples are aching to be touched and as if he can read my mind, his head dips down to take my left nipple in his mouth. I suck in a breath, my hand coming to rest on the back of his head. His tongue laves over my nipple, and I swear I see God for a moment. He moves to the other side and my cunt is begging for attention. He slides my skirt and panties off without once leaving my chest. And when I’m naked before him, he kisses his way up my throat, leaving hickeys that will definitely be hard to hide.

“Daddy, people will see.”

“And? They should know whom you belong to.” He says plainly, he leans back, admiring my form and my hips jump up on their own accord, grazing his weeping tip in the process.

“Fuck, princess, don’t do that.”

“Please, please, please, Daddy, I need you so bad.”

“Daddy has to make sure you’re ready for him. I don’t know if my fat cock will fit in your tight little pussy.” I whimper at his words, more turned on than I’ve ever been in my entire life. He slides down my body, pressing kisses into my skin as he goes until he gets on his knees, dragging me towards the edge of the bed. He slings both of my legs over his shoulder, pressing a chaste kiss into my thigh. “Your pussy is dripping for me, princess. Can I taste it?”

“Please,” I manage to whisper, and I watch as his head dips down and he licks up my pussy. He groans against my clit when he tastes me, and I shout in surprise at the added stimulation. He chuckles against me and goes to work, tongue thrusting shallowly in me before coming up to tease my clit. He’s getting me closer to the edge and when I feel two of his fingers slide into me easily, I sigh contentedly. He finds the spongy spot inside of me with ease, hitting it every time he thrusts his fingers into me. I’m hurtling towards my peak when I gasp out, “Daddy, please, I’m close, can I cum? Please? I’ll be a good girl, I promise. Your good girl.” His eyes flick up and he watches me, never stopping, and watches as my abdomen tenses and I start to clench around his fingers, panting. He pulls his mouth away from me just long enough to whisper,

“You can let go, princess.” And resumes his torturous pace on me. My hand shoots down to grip his hair and a few seconds later my orgasm rips through me. I shout loudly, hips moving with abandon against his face, and he doesn’t let up, continuing to lick and finger me through it until I’m twitching with overstimulation.

“Daddy, please, too much.”

“You wanted to cum, princess, so you’re going to cum until I’m done.” He growls and goes back to eating me out. I had no time to come down from my first orgasm and my body is already sprinting full speed ahead toward my second. My thighs clench around his face but it doesn’t stop him. He stills his fingers inside me and simply presses them into my G-spot, never letting up, just putting constant pressure on it.

I’m babbling at this point, nothing coherent coming from my lips except for ‘daddy’ and ‘please’. My orgasm blindsides me and I clench hard around his fingers and scream, not caring if anyone can hear me. My vision goes spotty as I continue to cum until he finally slips his fingers out and I feel like I can breathe again. I’m gasping for air as his touch trails along my hips.

“Still with me, pretty girl?” I nod still gasping. “Color?”

“Green, green, green.” I pant out quickly and he chuckles. He gives me a few more seconds to come down, tracing gentle patterns into my sides and he kisses me once my breathing slows. I pull away to bite my way down his neck, leaving my own marks on him. “Daddy, need you inside me, please.”

“Are you sure you’re ready for me, princess?”

“Yes! Yes! So ready! Please just fuck me!”

“Okay, let me grab a condom.”

“No!” I shout, grabbing his shoulders. “I’m clean. Please, I want to feel you. Just you.”

“You’re going to be the death of me, you know that?” He says, kissing the tip of my nose. I watch as he pumps himself a few times and lines up with my entrance. He pushes in, just barely, and stays there until I’m begging him to push the rest of the way in.

“Please, Daddy, I want to feel full. I feel so empty.” He sheathes himself in me in one quick motion and I gasp. “Thank you, Daddy,” I whisper onto his lips.

“Fucking hell, Y/N, you’re so goddamn tight.” He’s still above me, and I can see his shoulders shaking in restraint. “You feel like heaven.”

“Please move, please. Let go, I can take it.” I whisper, peering into his eyes and he pulls out a little bit to thrust shallowly. He swallows my moan with his lips, kissing me with the fervor of a man starved. He starts off at a slow pace and despite being sensitive from my previous two orgasms, I need more. I dig my nails into his shoulder. “Please, for the love of God, fuck me. Hard. Please. I can take it. All of it.” He looks at me hard, searching for any hesitation, but his dick is literally inside of me, so there’s no hesitation on my part. I nod up at him and he leans down to kiss me as he starts to set a brutal pace. His hips are slamming against mine and when I shift my hips up to meet his thrusts he hits my G-spot with every thrust. “SHIT!” I shout, the words quickly turning into a loud moan as his thumb comes down to flick at my clit. I’m shaking with arousal, and I can feel his balls slap against my ass with how hard he’s fucking me.

“Come on, pretty girl, I know you’ve got one more in you. Give it to Daddy. I want to feel you cum around my cock.” There are no thoughts in my head anymore, everything in me has zeroed in on the feeling of him literally fucking me into the mattress. “You look so pretty fucked out like this, bet you can’t think of anything but my cock inside of you, huh?” I nod and he laughs, kissing me hard. He leans back just enough to change the angle by shifting my calf onto his shoulder. He thrusts, hard, and I whimper. “You make such pretty sounds when I’m fucking you.” He picks up the pace again, moving his thumb on my clit in tight circles. I let out a broken moan as he hits just the right spot inside of me, and he takes note of it, hitting the same spot repeatedly, thumb keeping its pace on my clit. It’s overwhelming and I know that this orgasm is going to ruin other men for me. No one can do it like him. “Y/N,” his voice is low, “Look at me, baby, I want to watch you fall apart.” I drag my eyes open and look at him with dazed eyes. One particularly hard thrust and a drag of his thumb over my clit and I’m cumming violently, thrashing against him and gripping the bed sheets, my body spasming and I feel him fuck me through it and spill inside of me with a shouted curse before I black out.

I come to and can feel a warm washcloth being dragged between my legs gingerly. I hiss at the contact.

“Oh, thank god, are you okay?” I nod, throat raspy from screaming. “Can I get you anything?” I shake my head no, and the warm washcloth returns, I jump at the sensation. “I know, I have to clean you up though, okay?” He finishes in the next couple of moments and throws the washcloth into the hamper.

“How long was I out?” I say softly.

“Five minutes? Maybe six.” I nod.

“Sorry.”

“Sorry? Y/N, that was the biggest ego boost I’ve had in years.” He chuckles and I let out a weak laugh.

“Help me up?” I whisper, holding my hands out toward him. He obliges, gently grabbing my hands and pulling me into a sitting position. My vision starts to go spotty again. “Oh, Jesus,” I say, starting to slump forwards. His arms wrap around me quickly, holding me against his chest until my vision starts to return to normal. His thumbs are rubbing my back and I wish I could stay in this moment forever. “I’m okay, I think,” I whisper after a minute and try to pull away but he only lets me get a few inches away, eyes worriedly searching my face. “Hotch, I’m fine. I swear. Now let me go so I can go pee.” He lets go of me slowly and when I stand up to walk toward the bathroom, my legs buckle underneath me. “Oh, come on!” I exclaim, but Hotch is right there to catch me. He scoops me up despite my protests and carries me bridal style to the bathroom, setting me down on the toilet. “Thank you,” I whisper, suddenly embarrassed.

“No, don’t do that. I can see you trying to hide, getting embarrassed.”

“Am I that obvious?”

“Yeah, when your guard is down, you’re easy to read.”

“So, uh, do we just pretend this never happened? Go back to the way things were. I assume that’s what you want?” I bury my face in my hands, unable to look at him.

“Go back to the way things were? Y/N, baby, no. I can’t go back. This was not a one-time thing. I’m yours if you’ll have me.” I peek at him from between my fingers.

“Wait, you’re being serious right now?”

“Dead serious.” He gets on his knees in front of me. “I’ve wanted you from the first moment you walked into my office. I just didn’t think you’d reciprocate, until Morgan made a comment two months ago about your body language, and that’s when I had the hunch you felt the same way.”

“So, you’ve known I’ve been pining over you for months and didn’t think to say anything?” My pitch gets higher as the sentence goes on.

“I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“Yes, I’m clearly uncomfortable with you as I’m sitting in front of you, naked,” I say drily and he laughs again.

“Yeah, I know, I’m an idiot.”

“Yes, you are,” I say, smiling, before adding, “But you’re my idiot.” His eyes brighten at that.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. As you said, I’m yours if you’ll have me.”

“Good. Because I’m never letting go of you.” I feel my cheeks grow warm.

“Good, because I don’t want you to.”

[norrisleclercf1]

Brother’s Best Friend

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x Norris!Reader

Rating: R

Warnings: Angst, mentions of smut, denial, slightly possessive!Carlos, probably some other stuff I’ve forgotten

A/N: F1 is back which means I’m back I hope you all enjoy

You could care less that he was your brother's best friend or used to be a former teammate. It was hard to resist him; his honey eyes, the hair, fuck, just everything about him was damn near charming. He was a walking Taylor Swift song.

Worse, your brother Lando brought you everywhere with him and Carlos. You hated it, yet you bloomed under the Spaniard's attention. Carlos loved showering you with attention, and Lando was none the wiser, believing that Carlos was treating you like a sister, but Carlos definitely didn't treat you like one when you both were alone.

You can't remember when it all started, but one night with enough alcohol to wipe out Kimi, you both hooked up. Waking the following day, you claimed you didn't remember it, but the way you could still feel his hands all over you at night was something you'll never forget.

But, to Carlos, he never once forgot how his name felt on your lips, how you practically came from his lips, praising every inch of your body. Carlos wished you remembered everything from that night, but he never brought it up and never pushed the topic.

"Come on, Y/n, just come out with us; you'll have fun. Charles, Carlos, George, Daniel, Alex, and Lily will be there. Just come out, pleaseeeeeeee!" Lando begs in your ear while you try to watch Wednesday.

"Lando, I said no. Can you please leave me alone?" You grumble, but Lando whines, resting his forehead on your shoulder.

"Why don't you hang out with us anymore? Ever since the party at the club." Lando bitches, and you tense up but quickly shake it off so your brother doesn't notice it.

"Just, the guy I'm talking to wouldn't like it." You blurt, lying without a thought. Lando's head snaps quickly, shocked to hear you have a guy.

"Really?" He asks, a smirk tugging his lips while you start cursing yourself for saying that.

"Well, fuck this guy, you're coming out." Lando smiles and pulls you off the couch while you give up, knowing it was a losing fight against your twin.

"Lando, please, can we not? I just want to stay in." You beg, trying one more time, but it's no use. Lando is already in your closet, picking out your clothes.

You sit on the edge of your bed as Lando pulls out a black shirt with mesh covering a black bra to cover your chest. Lando looks between you and the shirt.

"What?" You ask, ready for him to judge you for owning something like that.

"I mean this in the nicest way possible and with as much respect as a brother can muster, but....I need you to wear this to get laid and stop being bitchy." Lando smiles as your jaw drops open with shock.

"Lando!" You exclaim, but he shrugs and tosses it at you as you stare at your brother in shock.

He grabs a crushed red velvet skirt that had opened slits on either side so whenever you moved, it'd show off your toned thighs and hips, especially with the madonna heels that Lando just pulled out of your closet.

"Go get dressed; we leave in an hour." Lando smirks and strolls out of your room like he accomplished something grand.

But you don't argue and head to the bathroom to get ready. For your hair, you decide to do this weird updo bun with thick curls that unravel out of it slightly and leave two strands to frame your face with the wide coil. With the makeup, you decide to go with this smokey-eye but topped with this ruby red glitter on them to match your skirt. You frame your lips with this bombshell red lipstick that completes everything.

Heading to your jewelry, you stop seeing that necklace he gave you, it was a birthday present, and to you, it meant everything, but to him, it was just some gift for a teammate's sister at the time.

Picking up the necklace you admire, the gold chain, and the red pendent on the front and back always made you guess exactly what you are to him.

"For the one, I always look for." In perfect cursive, it sat on your palm; putting it down, you grabbed some silver chain and put it on, forgetting about the necklace.

Fast forward, and here you stood, surrounded by people and Lando's friends while you danced with Max and Mick, not having a care in the world.

You stop soon enough when you run out of breath, and your throat is dry; walking to Lando, you yell you're getting a drink, but he just nods and watches you head to the bar.

Your fake smile slips off quickly as you stand at the bar waiting for water, refusing to drink any alcohol for the night. Lily seeing you at the bar, makes her way toward you and taps your shoulder.

"You aren't wearing the necklace." Her comment takes you aback, and a nervous laugh rattles your body until you clear your throat.

"What necklace?" You ask, fening innocence while Lily stares at you with this, yeah, right look.

"I couldn't wear it tonight, okay, I...I told him I didn't remember Lily. I can't keep doing this to myself, alright? I mean fuck he won't even look at me anymore." You plead to her.

Lily knew everything about what happened, how you told Carlos you don't remember when you actually did and how you jumped him just to have him to yourself one more time on more than one occasion.

Lily stands there and shakes her head at you and this whole situation. After that night, Carlos threatened the other drivers and told them never to make a move and that you are his. Of course, no one told Lando, as the dumbass was as clueless as ever to the pair of you.

"Y/n, he's been here the entire night, and his eyes hadn't left you, not even when a half-naked girl threw herself at him. Honestly, this is ridiculous. Why can't you two be together?"

That was the question you wanted to avoid.

Because in the end, there really wasn't anything in your way. Lando would be supportive as he loves the two of you more than anything in the world. You know the lifestyle of an F1 driver well and know how busy they can get and wouldn't hold it against him. So why couldn't the two of you be together?

"I have a boyfriend, okay!" You yell the first excuse that comes to mind while Lily is in total shock.

"What?" Oh god, you hoped that voice didn't belong to who you thought it was, but here you are facing Carlos, whose face showed nothing but pain and heartbreak.

Lando and the others stood there too, but Mick, oh sweet Mick, stepped in quickly.

"Yeah, it's a friend of mine. I introduced her to him, and they hit off great, been what Y/n, 2 or 3 months?" Mick asks, smiling while you force the knot in your throat back down.

"Yeah." even to your own ear, it sounded pathetic. "Yeah, his name is Kristopher; been together 3 months now." You smile brightly, knowing you fooled everyone or hope you fooled everyone.

Lando knew Kris as he's seen you and Mick hang out with him constantly; he never knew you two were that close. But Mick quickly texts Kris to tell him if Lando needs evidence.

"Woah, I didn't know Kris was the guy you mentioned earlier. Why didn't you just tell me?" Lando asks, slightly hurt by his twin's secret.

"It's new, Lan, besides you're always busy, and he works too, so it's never been a good time to introduce him properly as my boyfriend." You explain while the others just listen or have conversations of their own.

"Still, Y/n, why wouldn't you tell me I thought you and-" But Lando stops talking when he gets this panic look on his face but stops; shaking his head, he just brushes past you to the bar getting a drink.

You couldn't be in this room anymore; the music, the smell, how the heat was suffocating you, all the eyes on you, it was too much.

Pushing people aside, you rush upstairs onto the private deck; no one ever used it as they preferred to be in the club partying, then somewhere silent and outside for prying eyes.

"Go away, Lando; you made it very clear you aren't happy with me." You yell from your spot when you hear the door open, filling the quiet space with the heavy bass, but it soon grows quiet again.

"Is it true?" Who knew 3 words could make your heart break more than anything.

"Go away, Carlos," a soft whisper is all you can conjure up with him, knowing your voice would betray you.

"I asked if it was true?" He repeated again; this time, his voice was closer. You didn't need to know how close; you could feel the heat rolling off his body, the way his deep smokey cologne made your throat close slightly, wanting nothing more than to pull him into you and bury yourself in that scent.

"Stop." You whisper, hanging your head in shame, hearing Carlos's ragged breaths, either of anger or hurt; you weren't sure.

"No, I won't stop, dammit." He growls and turns you to face him, his normal honey eyes darker, skin flushed, and hands tightening on your arms, making you flinch.

"Carlos, please." You plead the way your voice croaked in the end, has Carlos's hands slipping off your arms, and you feel the familiar weight of his body pressing against yours.

"I was too late. Wasn't I?" He asks, those hands trailing up your body and to your face making you look him in the eyes.

"Yes-" your voice breaks, but you swallow, gathering the courage again. "Yes, you were late, Carlos."

You can see the moment he stops breathing, his chest stops moving, and his tight throat makes his muscles flex, but the jagged breaths start all over again.

"No, no, Mi Cielo, I'm not. That's not true. We can start over, I promise. Please let us start over, Mi Cielo, don't walk away from us; we aren't temporary. We're permanent." He begs, kissing you, pouring in all his heartache.

You shove him off you as tears flow down your face, no longer holding it together.

"Everything is temporary; this was merely one of those things." You sob, smearing your makeup and tears all over your face, no longer caring about holding it together.

"Just one favor, please? I need to hear you say it once; tell me you love me." He whispers, knowing he needs to hear it from your lips once.

You stare at each other, everything slamming into you at once the late-night talks at the tracks, the necklace, the night together, your feelings, his feelings, love. It all hit you at once.

"I love you, Carlos." It was so soft that it made Carlos question if you even said it, but you did.

Carlos steps forward and pulls you into him. Leaning down, he kisses you in such a way you feel like you are melting. His hands travel all over your body, memorizing how you feel, taste, and smell; he needs to know what it feels like once more. He pulls away gently and pecks your lips one last time.

"No matter how hard you fight, you'll always be mine." He whispers, ripping his body off your in a painful, torturous way as he disappears down the stairs, leaving you stunned as the tears slip down your face.

[wishuroses]

.⠀ ݁ ⸜⸜ 𓂃 𓇼 avatar boys as romantic tropes.

✶ featuring: neteyam, aonung, lo’ak, spider, and rotxo.

✶ warnings: fluff, humor, crushes, pretty lengthy cus i got carried away, just boys being boys, lowercase intended!

✶ a/n: i remember seeing a trope post and thought it’d be fun to do! i also feel like i wrote too much but nonetheless happy reading :-)

〘 neteyam 〙⠀:⠀unrequited required first loves.

neteyam seems like the type of person to not really be looking for any kind of romantic relationship; he’s way too busy with trying to keep an eye on lo’ak and all that other olo’eyktan in training business he has. when you finally confess, he lets you down gently, “i hold you dear to my heart, but not in that way, i’m sorry.” “oh, no worries. friends?” “friends :)” you’re upset, obviously he wouldn’t think of you like that, he has too much on his plate to even think of a relationship, but you’re cool with being friends if it meant you still got to be near him. (truthfully when you confessed, he was wondering why his heart was palpating violently like it was about to jump out his chest and run away, and why the air felt hotter than usual.) after a while, neteyam realizes that he does, in fact, love you as much as you love him. neteyam felt so stupid, and he would do anything to prove that he’s loved you for the longest. “i was stupid to realize so late, that my heart has always belonged to you.”

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〘 aonung 〙⠀:⠀bullying you cause he wants you.

aonung reminds me of those elementary school boys who bully and tease the people they have a crush on, and i mean this in the nicest way possible. he realizes his feelings quick and comes to terms with it (sorta), but it takes this idiot so long to even say something about it that you’re genuinely convinced he just doesn’t like you. despite his nonchalant front, he’s definitely the first person to notice something different with you and starts touching. got a new hairdo? “oooh trying to impress someone? (please say me)” he’s twirling your lock around his finger with a smirk on his face. new set of top and loincloth? “you made these yourself? a 5 year old could do better! (please go out with me)” he’s tugging on the top, you swat his hand when he reaches for your cloth. you later on find out that he does have a thing for you, but you’d have to be the one to make the first move, sorry! this boy is too prideful, but don’t worry, it’s easy to make aonung crack, any type of affection from you would have this boy on his knees in mere seconds. “if you liked me you could’ve just told me.” “i don’t like you???” “nung we're literally holding hands?” “...ok and????”

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〘 lo’ak 〙⠀:⠀reckless loser who you would do anything for, something along the lines of blooming puppy love.

lo’ak is a very quiet character i haven’t quite gotten down yet, but he definitely has little to no idea about romance, nor does he really care about it–he’s just here to have fun and cause trouble. you, on the other hand, are completely smitten with him. you follow him wherever he asks you to go, even if you felt like it wasn’t a good idea–you knew he would never purposefully put you in danger, surely not. “your dad is going to beat the hell out of you if he finds us here” “not if i tell him you’re with me!” touché. he’s a man of little words, so physical affection is his go to, along with him dragging you places. you both definitely have a super secret hideout some place no one knows about. he calls you “bro” which you’re fine with but you only get confused when he does things like hold your hand (for such a long time too, you once counted 32 seconds in your head), so you’re just like–is he into me too or...? not to mention, tuk definitely tries to play matchmaker, despite lo’ak’s embarrassed protests. “tuk, shut up!” “blehh :P”

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〘 spider 〙⠀:⠀both pining but are too stupid and stubborn to realize, everyone sees it except the both of you.

you and spider have liked each other since you two started walking. everyone’s sick of you tiptoeing around each other’s feelings and it’s baffling how oblivious the both of you are. the subtle touches and lingering glances grew more and more, yet you still weren’t sure if spider liked you in that way–and vice versa. let lo’ak make some sort of comment about it, spider gets defensive immediately “bro! shut up!! i don’t like them like that!!!” “wooaaahh spider don’t pull out the 9!” get lost in each other’s eyes once and all of a sudden that means you two should kiss right then and there. somehow jake gets involved? “aren’t you two dating?” “what?!?!? no we aren’t!!!” damn y’all might as well be! despite the both of you getting pep talk from kiri and lo’ak, it takes ages for either of you to make the first move, but eventually one of you will break sooner or later. and you bet kiri and lo’ak made some sort of bet out of it.. loser does chores for a month.

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〘 rotxo 〙⠀:⠀best friends to lovers, slow burn.

you both are so in love with each other it makes aonung sick, he’s definitely the type of friend to fake gag when you two smile at each other “get a room you two!” (but don’t worry, he’s still rooting for the both of you, even if you’re both stupid). whenever something happens, whether it be good or bad, rotxo always goes to you, and you go to him! rotxo was definitely raised by his grandma, so you can imagine how sweet he really is–he even knows how to weave and weaved your clothes (managed to start courting you without even realizing he was actually courting you). both of you like each other but neither of you wanted something bad to happen to your already healthy friendship and make it awkward or something (which is an excuse–a very valid excuse– but still an excuse). “rotxo can i spend the night at yours? i miss your grandma!” “ah, sure, but do you ever miss me? :(” “of course, i love you too much not to!” bonus points if you hug him after. it takes the both of you a while to start dating, but when you do, you’re both inseparable.

[pimosworld]

Down the rabbit hole

Kinktober prompt-Group sex/Orgy/Costumes

Pairing-Triple Frontier boys x f!reader

CW18+,MDNI,NSFW,EstablishedPolyamorous Relationship,Fluff,Teasing,Smut,Coercion,BribeCostumes, Hints at Roleplay, Fingering,Oral f receiving,Oral m receiving, mentions of MM dynamics, unprotected p i v, anal, cream pie,anal cream pie(don’t look at me)

WK-4.8k

A/N- In the story of us universe but can be read as a stand-alone. I definitely could’ve added more smut but I’m not done with this group just yet.

Not beta read

[Main Masterlist] [Series Masterlist]

“We have to do a group costume please….please.”

“Cariño, whining isn’t going to change my mind.”

  You huff out in frustration as Frankie tries to conceal his laughter. You and Santi had been going at it for a while as you tried and failed to convince him of what you’d already got the other three to agree to after some unfair persuasion tactics. 

  “Sweetheart he’s just mad you want him to be the cat.” Will chimes in from the loveseat as you all sit in the living room.He says it with such disdain that you know he’s not helping your case in any way.  Alice in Wonderland, is long paused on the tv because Santi decided half way through he was not going to be the Cheshire Cat. 

  “How did you all even agree to this?” Santiago still looked gorgeous despite the permanent scowl that worked its way onto his face throughout the conversation. 

  Benny sits up from the floor stretching his long arms over his head. “Well besides for the fact that the rabbit is the coolest character, I got one the best massages of my entire life after my fight last week.” 

  “Weak.” Santi scoffs as he places your feet in his lap. His actions are the complete opposite of his tone. 

  “You’re just jealous.” You’re flattered at Ben's enthusiasm but you know it’ll take more than a massage to convince Santiago to wear a costume. You gave him frequent massages that always led to something else and of course he knows that…hence the smirk etched on his face as he silently rubs your feet. 

  “What about you iron head? How the hell did she convince you to be a caterpillar?” Everyone chuckles at the hilarity of it all because how? This stoic and mostly reserved ex military man was going to dress up as a caterpillar for you. 

  “He’s actually the best character, way better than a rabbit.” He ducks as the pillow Ben throws from the floor narrowly misses his head. “I may have got a lap dance.” The rest audibly groan. “I also get to smoke.” 

  “Okay rub it in some more.”

  “I’m not the one who caved for a massage.” 

  The brothers continue to bicker as you shift in Frankie’s arms to look at Santi. He’s got the look on his face, the annoying toothy smile… the reason you wanted him to be the cat in the first place. That look that says it's gonna take more than that. It’s your own fault really…you were showing off some clothes you bought the other day when he told you to strip. You thought he was joking at first but the way he looked at you, you couldn’t help but do whatever he asked. 

  Your impromptu strip tease turned into another impromptu lap dance. Which of course always turns into something more because this is Santiago Garcia.

  “Sooo hermano that just leaves you. I’m sure all she had to do was look at you and you caved.” The men laugh but you know as soon as Frankie shifts behind you he’s thinking about the other night. 

  Frankie leans in pushing you closer to Santi “For your information I got to put it in her…” You elbow his stomach before he can finish his sentence. It’s too late as you watch the grin on Santi’s face grow even wider somehow. 

  “I heard that Fish.” Ben’s sitting up again looking at you with a mixture of shock and awe. 

  “Sweetheart…I mean this in the nicest way possible but how?” Santi and Frankie are cackling at Will's response as you lean back into Frankie covering your face with your hands. Your body is on fire from the attention placed on you at this moment. 

  “With much preparation.” He whispers into your ear as he squeezes your side. You can’t help but think about how he took his time and worked you open. Whispering praise into your ear as he did, of course in your lust filled haze you hadn’t realized how he knew exactly what to say and do. Like he had been given a playbook on all the things that made you tick. How you would keen under the praise and melt into his touch.

  He would only know this because Santiago had already done it and told him step by step instructions as if it were a mission and for Frankie it was a successful one. He would don any ridiculous costume for the rest of his life if it meant he could hear you make those sounds again. 

  “I’d like to add that the Mad Hatter is the number one character…and I get to wear my standard oil hat underneath.”

  “Oh my god babe you gave him everything.” Ben’s dramatics have everyone buckled over in laughter. You try to regain your composure as you wipe the tears from your eyes. 

  Santi leans toward the coffee table to grab the remote, you can just see the wheels turning in his head as he thinks it over. 

  “As wonderful as all that sounds…I’m still not convinced.” He presses play on the movie as you sigh and drop your head back onto Frankie’s lap, he rubs your arm sympathetically as you stare up at the ceiling wondering how his mother ever put up with him. He lived and breathed to be difficult it seemed. You think he may even secretly get off on it. 

  “At least you tried hermosa.” Frankie leans down planting a kiss on your forehead, no doubt pleased with the outcome either way. Everyone got what they wanted except for you. 

  The boys are suddenly so enthralled with Alice in Wonderland while your mind wanders. With Santi things were never simple, you had to make it exciting or he would lose interest in whatever it was you were trying to accomplish. He may not even realize he does it but you think it’s his way of coping with not being in the military anymore. You know what makes him tick, anything that requires a challenge or a puzzle to solve. 

  Alice: Why, why you’re a cat!

Cheshire Cat: A Cheshire Cat. All mimsy were the borogoves… 

Alice: Oh, wait! Don’t go, please!

Cheshire Cat: Very well. Third chorus…

Alice: Oh no no no… thank you, but- but I just wanted to ask you which way I ought to go.

Cheshire Cat: Well, that depends on where you want to get to.

Alice: Oh, it really doesn’t matter, as long as I g…

Cheshire Cat: Then it really doesn’t matter which way you go! Ah-hmm… and the momeraths outgrabe… Oh, by the way, if you’d really like to know, he went that way.

Alice: Who did?

Cheshire Cat: The white rabbit.

Alice: He did?

Cheshire Cat: He did what?

Alice: Went that way?

Cheshire Cat: Who did?

Alice: The white rabbit!

Cheshire Cat: What rabbit?

Alice: But didn’t you just say… I mean… oh dear!

Santiago was indeed just as frustrating as the aforementioned character that you were unsuccessfully trying to make him dress up as. You’ve spent the last several months in happily uncharted territory since you finally put a title to what it was you all were. The boys had no issues sharing you, it seemed they were much happier doing that than seeing you unhappy with any guy you’ve ever tried being around. 

You were all so close, there was never any animosity or jealousy…maybe some light hearted teasing when someone was feeling left out but you always managed to keep them all satisfied. 

It’s a mad idea…but we’re all mad here. 

You sit up abruptly,slightly startling then with your enthusiasm as you grab the remote from Santi’s lap pausing the movie again. 

“I know you’re going to wear that costume.” He turns to look at you as if you’ve grown two heads. 

“Oh is that so?”

“Yes that’s so.”

“Are you going to forcibly put it on me?” You shake your head as you bite your bottom lip.

“Remember that thing you said you wanted to try?”

“Cariño you’re going to need to be more specific.” You know it’s silent as the intrigue lingers in the air. 

“You said when I was ready to just tell you…so I guess I’m saying I’m ready.” In all honesty you’ve been waiting for the right time to bring it up but you’ve been so nervous. This seems as good a time as any. 

“I see what you’re doing here Alice but I don’t remember, you’re going to have to tell me.”

“Well we have two weeks until the party so if you figure it out let me know.” You press play on the movie again as you get comfortable. Now you can enjoy the rest of the movie while Santiago tries to decipher your riddle. 

****

It’s really not fair

How you have all these men somehow wrapped around your finger. You try to ignore the looks you get when you’re all out together and they can’t keep their hands off you. You can see the wheels turning when someone tries to make out which one of them is yours. You’ve always been affectionate with one another but since putting a name to this it’s like the band aid of shame has been ripped off. 

You’re buzzing with excitement as you sit nestled between Ben and Santiago in the back of Frankie’s Jeep. Frankie’s new boss insisted you all come to his annual Halloween party after meeting the guys and hitting it off with them. Meeting new people and attending such a large party in a ridiculous costume no less took some convincing but the past few days they’ve all been very agreeable. 

Santi promised he'd wear the costume even though he couldn’t figure out the bribe. He said he would ‘since it was important to you’. That should’ve been your first indication that something was off. 

Will is the stoic picture of perfection in the front seat next to Frankie as he twirls the unlit cigar in his hands. He wasn’t a man of many words and he jumped at the chance to be the aloof caterpillar. 

“You look beautiful Honey.” He’s not even looking at you as he stares out the window watching the street lights. You’ll never get used to the flurry of his attention. The affection seemed to ooze out of his pores like he’s been waiting years to tell you how he felt about you. 

You glance over at Santiago as his furry pink and purple sweater brushes your bare legs. You can tell he’s uncomfortable but he’s doing his best as he fidgets with the collar. His salt and pepper curls peak out adorably along the headband of the matching cat ears. 

“I can feel you staring cariño.” You quickly avert your gaze to Ben who is doing some staring of his own. Since you came out of the room adorned in your flouncy powder blue dress with knee high white stockings he can’t seem to keep his eyes off you. 

“I like this.” Ben grazes his finger just under the hem of your dress, lifting it slightly to reveal your thigh. You shift in the seat rubbing your legs together desperate for some relief. The last two weeks have been uncharacteristically lacking in the sex department which is nearly impossible when you’re sleeping with four people. His barely there touch has goosebumps rising along your skin as he threatens to touch you almost where you want him too. 

“Ben.” Frankie warns from the driver's seat as he  approaches a red light,he notices your desperation in the rear view mirror as you hang your head back in frustration. 

“Just worry about the road, old man.” Ben flicks the back of his comically large hat placed atop his standard oil cap. 

“I’ll show you old man.” He grits out through his teeth as he returns his attention to the now green light. 

The tension in the air is thick, it has been since you left the house. You all decided to get ready together and seeing as though you moved into the Miller-Morales household a few months ago that only left Santi to bring his costume and an overnight bag. You had the feeling that conversations were being had without you even though not many words were spoken. It was reminiscent of the night before a mission. All of you lost deep in thought while meticulously going over the plans ahead. 

The four of them had a way of communicating despite all your years spent together that you just couldn’t seem to tap into. You couldn’t shake the nagging feeling like you had been left out of this one. 

You pull down an unfamiliar street lined with massive homes, certainly less modest than the one you currently resided in. You assume most of the cars you pass are for the party and your excitement bubbles over into nervousness as you realize how many people may be in this house. The men all seem completely fine…almost unaware. 

Frankie parks and exits along with Will and Benny without so much as a word being said. You turn to slide out Santiago’s side but he hasn’t moved. You think he’s having second thoughts about going in with this ridiculous costume. 

“Listen if you don’t want to wear the ears -.” He cuts you off with his fingers placed gently on your lips. He smiles wide as if channeling his character for the night as he trails them down along your jaw. His other hand is wrapped around your shoulder teasing the top of your sweetheart neckline. 

You’re already one edge with this being the most physical contact you’ve had in weeks. He leans in placing feather light kisses along your neck as his hand makes its way further down. He traces the path Ben once did as he lifts your skirt higher, his firm grip on the inside of your thigh when he bites down gently on your pulse point. 

You don’t miss the way he chuckles in your ear as you shudder a breath when he drags his fingers along the seam of your panties nearly soaked from just the anticipation. 

“I figured it out a couple days ago.” He rasps into your ear as he continues teasing. You’re trying to focus on his words but you think you could come like this from his barely there touch. “You told us we needed to learn how to share.” 

In reality this is your fault, it was your suggestion after all when date nights kept overlapping. They never made you feel bad or acted jealous of one another, but you couldn’t help but think how unfair it was to split your time so often. 

“We could all go on a group date?” 

“We already have group dates, sweetheart.” 

“Yes… but I mean it doesn’t have to end with the date.”

That was months ago and you thought he had all but forgotten or maybe he suggested it and no one else was down for it. Either way you dropped it until you realized you’ve been tricked. Santiago knew he had to raise the steaks in order to agree to this and you fell right for it. 

“You have a few hours to decide what you want to do. Just say the word and we’ll leave.” You’re speechless as he withdraws his hand and it’s as if a bucket of cold water was dumped on your head. The humid air as he opens the door is a stark contrast to your chilled exterior. 

“Alice?” He’s standing next to the door ajar with his hand out to help you down, you quickly smooth down your skirt as you grip his hand and hop down. 

‘Every adventure requires a first step.’ Cheshire cat

****

It’s not that you aren’t having fun…it’s just you can’t stop thinking about what’s to come-no pun intended. After introductions everyone instinctually split up. Frankie roped into schmoozing with his boss while Ben found a partner to play beer pong, some jock dressed as Ken seemed fitting for the younger miller.  

  Santiago had made eyes at you when you saw him cornered by Barbie, there wasn’t a jealous bone in your body as you watched the poor girl talking his ear off as he stalked you like his prey. He teased you enough for you to let him flounder his way out of the conversation. If there was anything he hated more in this world it was pretending to be interested in a topic he could care less about.

  You were plenty buzzed as you wandered aimlessly through this extravagant house, the furniture and fixtures much too gaudy for your preference .Gold plated frames lined the walls as you climbed the spiral staircase to explore the upstairs. You drag your fingers along the banister as you stare up at the three tier chandelier above the entryway.Apparently running a private helicopter business paid very well…unfortunately money didn’t buy good taste.

  Your eyes are drawn to the red carpet lining the hallway as you peak into the first room on the left. A large Victorian bed with a gold frame is in the middle of the room. Next to it is a floor to ceiling mirror with a slightly beveled curve, the room in its reflection is a little distorted as you lean in further gripping the door handle to keep yourself steady. 

  Either you’ve had too much to drink or the floor is caving in. Strong hands grip your waist just as you’re prepared to meet face to face with the awful carpet. The wind is nearly knocked out if you as your back is met with a hard surface and you feel like your head is in a tailspin as you’re whipped around to meet your savior. 

  You’re met with the soft chocolate brown eyes of Frankie as he walks you backwards further into the room. The smirk on his face as he raises his eyebrows at you because surely he caught you snooping about his boss’s house while you were supposed to be enjoying the party. 

  “Find what you were looking for Alice?” His eyes roamed up and down your body as he stopped you just before the foot of the bed. 

  You realize you haven’t spoken in awhile as you try to answer and manage a squeak. You clear your throat slightly embarrassed after being caught and scramble for any words to come to mind. It doesn’t help when he’s looking at you that way or when he presses against you with his arm caging you in. You can feel his arousal through the thin fabric of your dress as he cups your ass pulling you impossibly closer to him. 

  He leans in and you close your eyes waiting for a kiss that never comes as he drops down to his knees. His fingers dip into the waistband of your panties as he slides them down your thighs. A soft whimper of his name leaves your lips and the thought of someone walking in is completely drowned out in your horny brain when all you can think about is his deft tongue working you open on no doubt his boss’s bed. 

  He taps your leg silently instructing you to step out of them as he balls it up in his fist and places it in his pocket. His breath is hot on your stomach through the fabric as you place your hands on his shoulders for purchase. You’re trying to be patient but you’re pulled taught after the teasing from Santiago in the car. 

  An inaudible whine leaves your mouth as he stands again and places a soft kiss to your forehead. “Shh it’s gonna be ok.” It most certainly won’t be. 

  “Frankie, where are you going?” The look on his face says isn’t it obvious as he grabs your hand and makes his way towards the door without an answer.”

  “Frankie…where’s your hat?” He points to the standard oil cap as if that’s the one you were asking about as you huff out in frustration. 

  They are having way too much fun. 

  ****

  When you finally returned to the party Ken had decidedly had enough of Barbie flirting with Santiago and ditched Ben. 

  Ben managed to find someone he could talk to about his upcoming fights and Will was still nowhere to be found. Frankie and Santi looked like they were having a serious conversation in the kitchen and their eyes on you were suddenly too much. You needed some fresh air as you stepped out on the back deck. Of course there seemed to be no place that wasn’t occupied with guests, as you say your excuse me’a and make your way down the steps to find a modicum of privacy. 

  The smokey sweet aroma of tobacco and chocolate permeates your senses as you follow the trail coming from around the house. Will is leaned back, head against the wall with one leg propped up as he stares up at the rings disappearing into the clear night sky. 

  He holds out his hand and you hesitate, you’re not sure you could take anymore moments of being brought to the edge…but it’s Will. His large calloused hand takes yours as he pulls you into his chest making you face out. You sigh into the warmth and you’re enveloped by his cologne and the smell of the cigar. 

  “How are you feeling Honey?” Honestly…like you’re all trying to kill me.

  “I’m fine.” He tsks under his breath as he kisses your neck, he breathes in deep as if you’re having the same affect on him as they are on you. 

  “I don’t like that answer…you tell me if you don’t want to do this.” Always the one to check in with you, he’s so sweet even when his own resolve is breaking. 

  You doubt he’s expecting your next move when you spin in his arms and grip him by the collar of his shirt as you crash your lips to his.The taste of tobacco and mint fresh on his tongue. He’s lost momentarily as he moans into the kiss, not caring about who could come around this corner at any moment. You pull away, reveling in the way he chases after you. His hooded lids staring you down as you brush your thumb along his swollen pink lips. 

  “I want to do this, I just don’t think I can take anymore teasing baby.” Will’s a private man so your pet names are reserved for your private moments, but you can see the moonlight luminate in his eyes as the blue practically disappears. 

  “Come on Honey, all you had to do was ask.” You scoff at that as he yanks your hand and practically runs you up the back steps back into the house. 

  When you enter the kitchen Benny,Frankie and Santi are all standing in the corner with knowing looks on their face and Will signals it’s time to go. 

  Santi and Frankie are out the door before you can blink as you pull back slightly in Will's grasp. “Shouldn’t Frankie say bye to his boss?” 

  “No time sweetheart, we’re late for a very important date.” 

  “Seriously Will, you’re going to steal my only line.” Ben skips along in front of you both as you exit the grandiose home. 

  “You had all night to use it, it’s not my fault you’re too slow.” 

  ****

  You thought you would’ve been more nervous or feel unprepared but it seems as you lay out completely exposed on Santiago’s bed as you try and keep track of the hands all over you, it sends a surge of confidence through you. 

  Santiago had taken control right away, the guys already had some sort of plan hatched out as you could’ve guessed by the way they were silently communicating every step. 

  The ride home was less than romantic as they went over your safe word and hard no’s. That shifted as soon as Frankie pinned you against the front door, too impatient to wait any longer before touching you as he unzipped your dress leaving it in a pool of fabric beneath you. 

  He knelt down on the floor, raising your leg over his shoulder as you gripped on tight to his soft curls. Your panties lost in one of his pockets earlier left easier access to you as he licked a stripe through your wet folds. Your head hits the door as you try to stay standing, already so worked up from before. 

  You’re a whimpering mess as Frankie works you open like a man starved. “You always taste so good hermosa.” 

  “Frank!” Santi reappears in the entryway naked and hard, looking as though he’s gonna spit fire. 

  “What?” You’d laugh if you weren’t so close to your first climax of the night as his nose nudged your clit. 

  “Bedroom?!” He sighs into you sending a chill up your spine as he fights against every urge to ignore Pope and continue his ministrations. He looks up at you almost apologetically as he places a kiss on each thigh. 

  ****

  “Fuck baby that feels so good.” Will’s grip is tight in your hair as he works his cock deeper down your throat. You can’t manage more than a whine as you try to focus on Santi thrusting behind you, slamming you further onto Will's cock with every switch of his hips. 

  “Do you have any idea how good you look right now?” Frankie pants beside you as Ben works his hand up and down Frankie’s length. 

  The praise and attention has you keening as you arch back into Santi’s chest. His hand on your hip is sure to leave a bruise as he pounds into you relentlessly. He’s close, he can tell you are too as you clench him tighter and moan out his name. 

  “Santi, I can’t.” You’ve lost count on how many times you’ve come. On Frankie’s tongue, on Will's fingers. When you were sitting on Bennys lap with Santi’s face buried in your cunt, you thought you were close to passing out. 

  “Tell me what you need.” You’ve never seen Santi as sweet or gentle as you have when he was methodically taking you apart. 

  You weren’t sure they heard when you whispered more. Santi was sure he heard you loud and clear as he asked if you were sure. Your pathetic mule as you chase his hips was all the answer he needed as he slowly pulled out of you. He gives a silent signal to Frankie as he replaces Will's spot on the bed.

  Frankie’s wrecked, his own orgasm held off this entire time in anticipation for this. His sweat slicked curls cling to his face as he guides your hips above his throbbing erection. He  grips the base of his cock as he slides the tip through your swollen folds. As you sink down onto him he moans in unison with you as a cold sensation meets your other hole. Santi smears the lube around your sensitive nub with his thumb and he nearly chokes at the way you push back onto it. 

  “Stop teasing Santiago.” Frankie rasps out between muttered curses as he bucks his hips into you. 

  Santi is a tease but at this moment he can’t hold on much longer. Your grip on Frankie tightens as Santi prods your entrance, the tip just barely in almost has you seeing stars. Will’s behind Santi working his length as he watches him pick up his pace. Ben’s lips are on yours as he reaches between you to rub slow circles on your clit. “Oh fuck…oh my god.”  

  “I need you to come cariño.” Santi grits out behind you as his hips start to stutter. 

  Frankie plants his feet in the mattress as he pounds up into you, a lewd moan leaves your lips as you cling to someone’s hand. Benny singing sweet praises in your ear of how good you’re doing as your body heaves and your heart threatens to pound out of your chest. 

  The smallest sound leaves your mouth as you cease up in pleasure, it rolls over you in waves as they both stutter their hips spilling into, the only sounds in the room are moans and pants as you collapse into a puddle in the middle of the bed. 

  You come too with concerned faces surrounding you as Will cleans you up gently with a damp towel. 

  “I told you, you went too hard.”

  “Me…I’m not the one who made her come three times.” 

  Ben notices your blissed out face as you suppress a giggle. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. His dopey smile is on full display as the other men bicker behind him. 

  “You ready for round two Honey?” 

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[cheesysoup-arlo]

Just a Kiss, Right?

Regina helps teach you how to kiss because you like Janis

“Oh my goodness I really like Janis but what if I’m a bad kisser like what if she gives me a chance and-“ your rambling is stopping by Regina putting a finger to your mouth “Y/n calm down, we can just kiss and I’ll tell you how you do” “This isn’t gonna make things weird between us right?” You say cautiously “Y/n, kisses don’t always have to mean you like someone like that, me, Gretch, and Karen practice kissing all the time, I know you like Janis and since you’re my friend I want to help you” Regina says trying to get you to chill out “Well…ok then” you both lean in and kiss it’s nice really nice you both pull away before the kiss can escalate in any way “Wow you’re a really good kisser y/n” Regina says wiping her smeared lipgloss of the bottom of her lip “Oh um thanks” you say blushing a little “um well I’m gonna go thank you so much Regina I really appreciate” you say pulling her in for a hug. “Of course any time, Bye y/n” she says as you leave, Regina calls Gretchen as soon as she hears the front door close down stairs

“Hey G what’s up?” Gretchen answers “Gretchen I have a problem” Regina says a little panicked “Gina what’s the matter? You didn’t kill anybody right?” Gretchen says really concerned do to Regina’s out of character behavior “What? no? I- I think I like…(y/n)” Regina says feeling a little anxious “Oh Gina you can’t like y/n that’s totally against the rules of feminism her and Janis are like practically dating and you just fixed your relationship with Janis you don’t want to ruin it that would be like super bad” Gretchen rambles “I know, can you just come over so I don’t have to be alone with my thoughts thinking about it is stressing me out” Regina says with a sigh “yeah I’ll be over in like 10 ish minutes, k?” Gretchen says grabbing her purse and heading to the door “ok see you soon bye” “bye” Regina hangs up and screams into her pillow “god damn it Regina why are you so stupid” she tells herself

———

‘Oh my god’ you thought ‘I can’t like Regina I like Janis like sooo much shes like the best thing to happen to me…but Regina I don’t know why I’m drawn to her and that kiss definitely meant something to me…what am I going to tell Janis “hey remember your best friend turned enemy turned friend again? Yeah well guess who has a crush on her? Me yup but like also have a crush on you” no that’s dumb’. Your phone buzzed which pulled you out of your thoughts

👾Janis💕: heyyy beautiful I miss you

(Y/N): aw Janis I miss you too

You’re heart was pounding trying to wrap your head around these feelings

———

“Maybe you should talk to Janis about this” Gretchen says earning a shocked look from Regina “look I know you might think it’s a bad idea but I think if you’re honest with her and yourself, you’ll feel better” “Gretch, I mean this in the nicest way possible and you know I’m trying to be nicer but that is a horrible idea” Gretchen sighed “Regina” “ugh fine I’ll talk to her”

Reg👛: hey Janis can we talk

J👾: um sure what’s up? Is this a call or text or in person situation?

Reg👛: um call or in person but if it’s in person you can’t get mad at me

J👾: reg what’s going on?

Reg👛: can you just come over to my house please

Janis was definitely concerned, Regina said please and wants to talk to her. Janis quickly got ready and headed over to Regina’s house on her skateboard

“Ok I’m gonna go call me after you talk to her for a debrief” Gretchen said hugging Regina “I don’t even know what to say” Regina complained “just be honest, you got this Gina” Gretchen says pulling away from the hug “bye Gretch” Regina said with a sigh

———

Shortly after Gretchen left there’s a knock at the front door. Regina heads down stairs and answers it. “Janis, wow you got her fast” “uh yeah hi, what did you want to talk about?” Janis said leaning in her board “oh um right, let um go to my room” Regina said awkwardly, alarming Janis slightly but still following Regina upstairs. The enter Regina’s room and she closes the door. “Ok don’t get mad and don’t freak out, ok?” Regina said hesitantly “ok…?” Janis said confused but wanting to know what Regina has to say “ok so I know (Y/N) likes you and I’m pretty sure you like her too which makes sense but I decided to help her out because she was worried about being a bad kisser and you know I help Gretchen with that all the time but with (Y/N) it felt different my whole body was like tingly in a good way and I think I have a crush on her which is honestly really weird because I haven’t felt like this since- “ Regina paused her rambling and made eye contact with Janis realizing the feelings that she thought were gone flooded back like they never left “since us…?” Janis said “yeah” Regina said softly “so we both like y/n, that’s ok, feelings aren’t something you can control Reg, I’m not mad at you for liking her she’s awesome” Janis said calmly “J I- never mind” Regina said too scared to continue which was weird given her usual confidence “Reg you gotta be completely honest with me for us to work, so what is it talk to me?” Janis said putting a gentle hand on Regina’s knee to show she’s not trying to be threatening “J I think my feelings for you never went away but that doesn’t make sense because how could I like y/n and you, you can only like one person at a time” Regina said starting to be more confused with herself and feelings “that’s actually not true, you can like a lot of people, it’s called being polyamorous, I’m polyamorous” Janis said a little nervous “wait really?” Regina said with a slight head tilt “yeah, also I think I still have feelings for you too which I have definitely been trying to ignore” Janis said looking down at her hands “wait what? Really? Don’t mess with me Janis that’s not funny” Regina said getting defensive “Reg, chill” Janis said putting her hand on Regina’s thigh. Regina’s breath hitched in her throat as she looks down at Janis’ hand then back up at Janis “J, I um” Regina said blushing “oh um sorry I didn’t um” Janis said pulling her hand off of Regina, Regina stopped her and and said “Janis can I um can I kiss you?” Janis nodded starting to lean in for a kiss, Regina connected their lips the same spark Regina felt earlier with y/n was there again but with Janis. They both pulled away “wow” Janis said blushing “you’re good at that” Regina giggled

*buzz* *buzz* Regina’s phone vibrated, it was y/n calling

“It’s y/n” Regina said to Janis “answer it” said Janis “ok” Regina said answering the call

“Hello?” “Hey Gina um can we talk about are um kiss from earlier?” You said worried she be mad about you bringing it up “yeah what’s up?” Regina said “um I think it meant something to me and I’m kind of hoping it meant something to you too? Also I have to be honest I still like Janis so i don’t know I feel really confused” you said freaking out a little “hey y/n” Janis said making you freak out more “JANIS?!?!” “The one and only” you couldn’t see her but you could hear the smirk on her face the way she said it “did you um hear everything I just said?” You said sounding worried “yeah but I also heard Regina have a very similar freak out a few minutes ago so don’t worry” “wait what?” “I like you y/n…and I also like Janis” Regina said “WAIT SO WE ALL LIKE EACH OTHER?” Happy shocked “Yeah” Janis said with a small laugh “um y/n you should come over to my place, Janis is already here and I feel like maybe we should um just like all be together right now you to like figure out what this means for us?” Regina suggested “um yeah absolutely I’ll be there soon” you said putting on your shoes

———

*knock* *knock* “hey y/n” Janis says as she opens the door looking you up and down slowly “h-hi” you said blushing slightly

A/N: does this suck or should I write a part 2?

[theemissuniverse]

“STAY WITH ME” MILEENA X FEM!READER

SUMMARY : Mileena is worried about you. After the events that led up to Armageddon, you made it a priority to always be on patrol. (Also reader is immune to the tarkat disease because I said so). You’re also an Earthrealmer in this technically but live in Outworld with Mileena

WARNINGS : MINORS DONT INTERACT. I’m not typing all that. It’s lesbian smut. Read it or don’t

Mileena first thought it was endearing. The way you vowed to protect her. She couldn’t help but feel loved. Truly cared for. Now, she found it obsessive.

You would not go to sleep with her. You would instead help patrol the palace at night and even during the day.

Mileena wanted to snuggle with you. She wanted to care for you. She wanted to lay in your arms and for you to play with her long brown hair.

You wouldn’t though. It was like after her mother’s death, you became obsessed with protecting her. She had to put a stop to this.

Mileena was in her bra and underwear, getting ready for bed. When she walked out of the bathroom, she had seen you gathering your weapons and placing them on your arsenal.

She sighed at this. “Darling, you don’t have to go. The other guards will be fine with protecting the palace.” You were so in tune to what you were doing, you didn’t hear her. Mileena snapped her fingers to get your attention and you broke out of your trance. “Hello! Outworld to (Y/N)! Do you not hear me talking to you?”

You looked at her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Alright, baby. I’m about to go out.”

You walked past her and that’s when Mileena drew the line. Mileena turned to face you, your back facing her. “As your Empress, I forbid you to go out there. There. I said it.”

Your hand was touching the doorknob. You let out a sigh and removed your hand before turning to face her. “Really? You’re going to pull the ‘Empress’ card on me?”

“When is the last time you slept or ate?” Mileena questioned you.

You shrugged, not really caring. “Why does it matter?”

“Why wouldn’t it matter? What wouldn’t you matter?”

“Mileena, I’ll say this the nicest way possible but you’re acting crazy.”

You went to open the door to leave her. Tears filled Mileena’s eyes. She felt as though she was not being heard of seen. She thought you of all people would understand her.

“I get it. My mother died and you’re scared that the same will happen to me. Do you not think I fear for that too? Not only do I fear that it will happen - I fear that my lover will die as well. You keep putting yourself in positions, positions that are disastrous and I can’t keep standing here. I can keep watching it happen.”

You didn’t look at her. Your hand was steady on the doorknob but by her cries it loosened. It took a lot for Mileena to show you emotion. You knew that. So, that meant she was truly scared.

Then she said the three words. Something she had never said at least out loud to you. “I love you.”

It was at that point in time, you turned your head in her direction. You saw the tears escaping her eyes. You not only felt bad but felt an overwhelming sensation of love suffocate your heart.

You walked up to her and instantly kissed her. Mileena kissed you back by wrapping her arms around your neck.

The kiss continued for some time until you both pulled away. You stared in each other’s eyes like time stopped itself.

“I love you too.” You wiped away the tears that were rushing down her cheeks. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. I just want to protect you. I always want to protect you.”

“Show me how much you love me.”

Mileena’s fingers traveled to the belt of your jeans. She started to undo the belt with your arsenal on it and you just watched as she did so.

She slid the belt off of you and onto the floor. “I need you, (Y/N).”

You knew what that meant. You lifted her chin up and brought her into a slow, sweet kiss. As you did so, you removed your jacket and threw it on the floor.

Mileena didn’t break the kiss when she helped pull your pants down, leaving you in your underwear.

She pushed you gently on the bed and got on top of you. The two of you continued kissing when your hand went inside her panties and you started to play with her clit.

Mileena moaned against your lips. She tried to remove your hand from her. “I want to please you.”

There was no stopping you though. You made her lay on her side and you continued kissing her. You didn’t break your pace on her clit and kept rubbing it in circles.

Mileena kept moaning in your mouth, letting you slip your tongue in. The two of you tongue wrestled each other.

When you felt that she was wet enough, you stuck two fingers in her. Your index and middle. Then you began to pump in and out of her.

“Oh, (Y/N).”

Mileena went inside your underwear and started to rub your clit too. You moaned against her lips a little. You weren’t as vocal as her when it came to intimacy. (Which she hated.)

Mileena rubbed your clit in circles but at a faster pace than you ever could. “Oh, shit.” You said. Her applying pressure to your clit made you break your pace a little.

She realized this and just made you lay back on the bed. Mileena broke away from the kiss. She then grabbed your underwear and took them off for you.

Mileena took off her bra leaving her completely naked up top. You played with her breasts and rubbed at her nipples making her throw her head back at pleasure.

She took her own underwear off before holding your leg up a little. She then positioned herself where her clit connected with yours.

You moaned at the sensation. Mileena began to move at a steady pace. “Damn, you look so good.” You told her.

Mileena moaned in response. She brought her body even closer so she could feel your clit more. “Oh, (Y/N). Yes.”

Your hands gripped Mileena’s hips. You helped Mileena move on you back and forth like your life depended on it.

“Just like that, baby. Mmm. Don’t stop.” You told her. Mileena gripped on your thighs. You were absolutely beautiful to her.

Mileena played with her breasts, giving you a show. You licked your lips at the sight and it made you grip harder on her hips.

Your fingernails dug into her hips which she loved. “Oh, I missed this, darling.” She told you with a slight pant.

You flipped the both of you over so that way you were on top of her. You then placed your clit on top of hers and went back at the pace.

Mileena usually was the more dominant one but she was at your complete mercy. “Yes. Please don’t stop. I need you, (Y/N).”

You didn’t break your pace as you rubbed all on her body, taking in her beauty. It still amazed you how you ended up with an Empress.

“Fuck…” You mumbled to yourself. You watched as her breasts bounced up and down making you inch closer to your release.

“Oh yes, (Y/N). Yes.” Mileena grabbed onto your hips, making you move faster.

“Damn. I’m close.”

When Mileena heard you say that, she turned you two over once more. Mileena was back on top while you were underneath her.

Mileena ripped open your shirt, including your bra, with her strength. Once your breasts were free, she started to play with them.

Your hands darted to her ass and you gave it a smack which resulted in her moaning loudly. “Your pussy feels so good.” Mileena complimented. She grabbed one of your hands and placed it on her chest. “You want to cum on me, lover?”

You tilted your head back at her dirty talk. “Chill, Mileena. I don’t want to cum before you.”

It was always a game to see who would cum first between you two. No prize really just satisfaction. Mileena smirked at your words slightly and she noticed you were playing with her left breast. “Oh come on baby. Cum on my pussy. I know you can do it.”

You fought hard to not cum but the release was reaching to your stomach. “Oh fuck. Mileena.”

“That’s right. Cum all over me. Say my name.”

You tried to move her but she overpowered you and continued to go at her fast pace. “Mileena. Yes. Oh my god.”

With you moaning, it made Mileena edge to her release. She instinctively grabbed onto her breasts and kept going. “(Y/N). Yes. I need you.”

You realized that Mileena was losing her pace. You gripped her hips and helped her move back and forth on you. “Aw. Don’t give up on me now, baby. You’re almost there.”

“Oh my gods. (Y/N), yes. Please let me cum on you.” Mileena begged while playing with her breasts. You tried to shut your eyes hoping that maybe if you didn’t look at Mileena, you wouldn’t cum faster but that didn’t really work.

Mileena placed her hands on your stomach and in that moment it felt like fire. The two of you kept going and that’s when it started to wash over you. “(Y/N), yes. Yes, yes. I’m cumming.”

You made sure to open your eyes so you could watch your girlfriend cum. Your right hand reached her breast and you played with her nipple. “Give it to me, baby.”

“Oh my gods. You’re so amazing. I love you. Yes. (Y/N).” You felt Mileena’s clit start to come undone and it made you cum.

The two of you let off a stream of profanities as you rode out your orgasms. Mileena bent down to kiss your lips and you kissed her back.

When she pulled away, you gave her light butterfly kisses on her neck. “I love you too.”

Mileena lifted your chin so you were facing her. “I’m still hungry.” She crawled down to you and made you spread your legs before starting to eat you out.

“Damn Mileena.” You moaned out. Your hands went in her hair and you started tugging at it.

This was going to be a long night.

[abiiors]

im back again!

could u try to do a thing where reader tries to attempt the gaslighting thing from tiktok on matty

- esp with the like "do you ever wish you were tall" or "have you ever thought of trying to make actual music", or something like that

maybe even confuse him abt if u actually are a thing or not to the point he gets extremely jealous n clingy

Look at him!!! He’s so soft and pretty, how am I supposed to be mean to him? 😭😭 But for you, I’m going to give this a try…

I hope you like it ❤️

Grouch

Can I come over later?

His text from a few hours ago is still fresh in your mind. The excitement about him coming over has since doubled, tripled because you have a plan forming in your head. 

An evil plan brewing more like…

You can’t help but laugh giddily as you put on your nicest dress possible, as you scour Pinterest for the best “sultry makeup inspo”. You can’t help but laugh as the doorbell rings. 

This has to be strategically executed, it absolutely needs to be perfect. You have to greet him exactly like usual, with a smile and a kiss.

He raises an eyebrow when he comes in, eyes you from head to toe appreciatively and then pulls you in for another kiss. 

‘You look gorgeous, baby…’

You blush, shyly say a thank you, but the confused look on his face is back. 

‘I thought we were just going to stay in today?’

‘Well…yea, we are. I just thought I’d go out with Nick after you’ve left?’ You deserve an Oscar for the performance you’ve been putting on so far or at least an Emmy. 

His eyes narrow at the mention of another man’s name. ‘Who’s Nick?’ he tries to be all cool and nonchalant but you can already see the cogs of his brain working overtime trying to place that name. 

Nothing’s going to occur to him, however. Because Nick isn’t a real person, he’s only a prompt for this prank. You let him mull that over in his head for a bit as you make your way to the kitchen. It doesn’t escape your notice how he follows you like a puppy. 

‘Oh, Nick?’ you try to look at him through innocent doe eyes.

‘Yea, do I know him?’

‘Oh well, I don’t know. He runs that bakery in town, remember? I always talk about how much I love their brownies,’ you prod on. Even sigh wistfully for dramatic effect. 

Matty, however, looks like he’s swallowed sour milk. 

‘And what are you doing with him?’ 

You shrug in response, turn around to grab some mugs from the shelf. You even make sure to stand on your toes to grab them from the highest shelf. It wouldn’t hurt if he sees how good your ass looks in these jeans…

‘He said the bakery was going to be closed today,’ you fiddle with the mugs, try to find the right ones, stall time so you won’t have to look at him during this part. ‘I asked him if he could teach me how to bake, so that’s what we’re doing today.’

You turn back to him and smile cheerfully. 

‘So is he teaching a class?’ he asks hopefully, ‘like with multiple other people?’

‘Oh, no,’ you smile excitedly, ‘this is a special one-on-one.’

‘A special one-on-one?’ his jaw hangs open slightly as if he can’t believe what you’re trying to imply. For a moment you wonder if you’re going too far but this is just starting to get funny.

You click your tongue, ‘you know what I mean…’

There’s a beat of silence when you’re both silent. He’s trying to figure out what to say and you’re trying to hold the laughter in.

‘Baby, I could teach you how to bake,’ he grumbles, ‘Fuck, youtube could teach you that.’

‘Yea but he’s a professional,’ you laugh and press a chaste little kiss to his cheek. ‘Besides, do you even know how to make brownies?’

‘It’s not like it’s rocket science,’ he rolls his eyes. ‘And what’s so good about this guy anyway?’ 

‘He’s French,’ you answer as if that explains everything. Matty can make of that whatever he wants to.

You turn around, put the kettle on and start walking away to get some snacks but he’s not about to let you… Not so fast.

In one smooth movement, he hooks two fingers in the back pocket of your jeans and pulls you flush against his chest.

‘I don’t know what you’re trying to pull but you didn’t seriously think you were going to a special session with this dickhead, did you?’

The possessiveness in his voice sends shivers down your spine and makes your mouth go dry. 

‘Especially not looking like that.’

His mouth hovers just above your ear and you know he felt that shiver just now. 

‘No?’ you try to sound confused but it just comes out breathy.

‘Yea, no French asshole is about to get one-on-one time with my girl,’ he declares. And just like that he’s back to being annoyed and huffy.

Your already-weakening resolve breaks instantly as you turn to hide your face in his chest and burst out into a fit of giggles. 

‘Oh god, you really…you really fell for it,’ you try to get the words out between giggles and he frowns. 

‘What do you mean?’

‘You,’ you jab a finger in his chest, ‘Matty Healy who is almost chronically online doesn’t know what a TikTok trend is?’

You look at his face, see him go through all five phases of grief at once. You can feel the tears running down your cheeks, smudging your eye makeup but his face is just too funny. 

‘You’re an asshole,’ he mutters but holds onto your waist just as tightly 

‘Grouch,’ you tease as you stand on your toes once again and start peppering kisses all over his face. ‘Would it help if I say the clothes and the makeup are for you?’

‘Whatever,’ he rolls his eyes, looks at a random spot on the wall but he hasn’t exactly pulled away from you. If anything, he’s leaning into them. 

‘And would it help if I say Nick’s not a real person?’

‘He’s not?’ Of course, that piques his interest but he’s quick to put the annoyed mask back in place, ‘I mean, yea sure. Why do I care?’

‘You really don’t care?’ you pout, press a feathery kiss on his jaw. To his credit, he manages not to close his eyes and sigh at the kiss. 

‘Are you mad at me?’ you look at him through your eyelashes and even make your lip wobble for the added effect. 

That’s the trick that does it. He stops focusing on the wall and looks back at you again. 

‘This is so unfair!’ he grumbles. ‘I can’t even stay mad at you.’

[reds-fluff-extravaganza]

Please may I have a Undertale one shot of when you (Papyrus's female human S/O) had to break it to Papyrus in the most nicest way possible that his pasta was a health hazard..and you knew this because he often put non food seasonings in them and it wasn't exactly hygienic or safe. You weren't being critical to be mean..you were only pointing out the health hazards for the sake of everyone else who were too nice to say anything and had food poisoning from his dishes. You are more than happy to teach him how to cook properly though..

I really hope this is alright, and that I made reader more gender neutral! Sorry if the ending seems rushed. Also I didn’t write Papyrus’ text in all caps, and sorry if he seems OOC, it’s been a while since I’ve written for him!

You and Papyrus have been together for almost three years now, and you absolutely adored practically everything about him, how sweet and kind he is, how he’s always there for you when you need him, and how he’s always there to comfort you when you’re upset, and was always happy to help with anything you needed help with.

However, there was one thing that he needed help with, and that… was his cooking skills. While he’s not the worst, he’s… definitely not the best when it comes to cooking, and you know exactly why. Papyrus needs a better teacher when it comes to cooking, and you were willing to help him learn. Unfortunately… you first had to tell him your thoughts, since no one else was going to. You knew others, more specifically, his brother, Sans, would do whatever they could to avoid eating whatever he made. As much as Sans loved his brother, that was the one thing he didn’t love.

Sans had told you that you were going to have to be the one to tell him, as you were his significant other, he would listen to you more than him, which… you didn’t really believe that. You just figured he was either too lazy to tell him himself, or afraid of telling him. Or both. You weren’t too sure, but you weren’t going to argue with him, since you knew it would just end with him leaving, or something along those lines.

You sighed softly as you made your way to the kitchen, where you knew your boyfriend would be, since it was close to dinner time and all.

“Papyrus..?” You called out to the taller skeleton brother as you stepped into the kitchen.

“Ah! There you are, Y/n! I was actually about to look for you!”

“I see. Well, here I am.” You walked over to him, noticing the cooking pot on the counter, which contained tonight’s dinner. You didn’t realize that you had made a bit of a face at it.

Unfortunately for you, it seems he noticed the look on your face. “Is something the matter, Y/n?” You flinched a bit as you looked back at Papyrus.

Well, it’s now or never. You had to take a moment think about what you were about to say.

“Papyrus, there’s something I have to tell you.”

“Oh..? What is it, Y/n?”

“If I tell you, will you promise you won’t be mad at me?”

“I won’t get mad, Y/n! I love you too much to ever get mad at you!”

“Well, if you’re so sure…” you took a breath, “it’s about… your cooking.”

“Hmm? What about it?” He sounded a bit confused, and a little nervous.

“I know you’ve been learning from Undyne, and that’s great!… what’s not so great is that… while I know you look up to her and what not… she’s been teaching you all wrong.”

“What makes you say that?” You don’t say anything as you looked back over to the big cooking pot that was on the counter, looking into it to see what was in it.

“I’m going to say this in the nicest way possible…” you grabbed a big fork, poking around at the ‘pasta’ in the pot, noticing the inedible, non-food seasonings and what not. “It’s not safe for consumption.”

“I… I see.” He sounded rather sad, which made you feel so bad.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry.. but if I didn’t say it, no one else was going to..!” You did feel bad that you had to tell him this, but you had to! Or at least… that’s what you had thought, in order to help him.

“Well…” His voice brought you back from your thoughts. “If that is the case… would you be willing to teach me?” He sounded a bit hopeful now, which made you internally relieved. Of course you would teach him!

“I would love to teach you, Papyrus. Now come on, I’ll show you a better way to make spaghetti. And a few other things, but we can get to that later.” You smiled softly and you dumped out what was in the pot before washing it out to use it once more before filling it up with water and setting it on the stove. You had gotten out a package of hamburger (or turkey meat, I like both!) as well as a separate pot for it, and started cooking the meat.

“Just follow my directions, and you’ll get better in no time, Paps!” You said, looking up at him, who looked quite interested in what you were doing at the moment.

“Of course! I will learn what I can from you!” He pulled you into a hug, smiling.

“And I’ll teach you everything I know.” You leaned up and kissed his cheek, making him blush a soft orange. You chuckled a bit and went back to cooking, Papyrus taking in everything you were doing, making mental notes, and even physical ones!

“You don’t need to be rough with your ingredients, that is… probably the worst thing you can do, actually.” You told him as you were now straining the noodles, glancing back at him. “We really don’t need to be burning the house down.” You placed the noodles back in the pot, which was now off the stove.

“Alright, and everything is done.” You walked to the living room and called out, “Sans, get your ass down here, food’s ready!”

“*what about my ass? Or rather lack thereof?” You turned around to see the shorter brother with a plate in hand.

“You never cease to amaze me, Sans.” You laughed a bit as you went to grab a plate.

“*i try my best, Y/n.” He chuckled a bit, “*this, uh, looks really good actually. thanks.”

“Yeah, no problem! We both made it, or rather I made it and Papyrus helped.”

“*well, alright. Thanks again.” And with that, he left the kitchen.

“Alright, let’s get a plate ourselves and eat.” You grabbed a plate for you both, handing one to him. You still didn’t understand how and why they both were able to eat, but you’ve gotten to the point where you don’t even question it anymore.

Once you had a plate made, you glanced over as Papyrus took a bite, you swore you saw stars in his sockets, making you smile softly.

“Good?” You asked him and he nodded in response, looking at you,

“This is amazing, Y/n..! Thank you… for teaching me how to make it better. I will remember this!”

“Of course, Paps! It’s not s problem at all, you know I love helping you, since you’re always helping me out. I love you, Paps.”

“I love you too, Y/n.”

“Now come on, let’s not let this food get cold.” You went to the small table and ate together, silently enjoying the food, and each other’s company.

[garfeildfanpage]

Ok so this may just be a personal pet peeve I have but I can’t STAND when fanfics n such include characters listening to music that makes no sense for them to listen to

To each his own, I know everyone has their own understanding of characters; and self-projection is fun! But it’s just so exhausted and I want something that isn’t just the author using their own taste in music for once

Yes OBVIOUSLY a fictional character listening to mitski in a fan fiction doesn’t matter and I’m upset at nothing but when it’s in every single one, it can really strain the immersion

Don’t get me wrong, I love me some mitski! But variety is important, and can give a character more personality, even in fan works!

So, basically, here are my personal two cents on what I think the tbhk cast would listen to.

(If I come off as a hypocrite I give you the permission to shoot me)

Keep in mind I am not Japanese, nor anything close. My understanding of Japanese music stops at idol-game music and everything after that eludes my little brain. these are just vague ideas, to then be added to by someone more well versed than I, so do as you will. Doesn’t necessarily have to be Japanese music either, music is for everyone! Let teru listen to Rihanna! Have akane listen to one direction! Aoi listens to Belgian death metal! So yeah just take everything I say with a nice, handful of salt.

Yashiro: As shown in a volume extra (I think) Nene plays idol games! So it’s safe to assume that she enjoys J-idol music as well, which makes sense! J-pop fucks. ALSO mentioned in a volume extra, she enjoys jaded-lover-type music, which could encompass music akin to some 90’s J-Rock!

I would put suggestions here! But I am bad at listing artists - SUPER☆GIRLS is like the only J-idol group I listen to don’t hit me. ( 7/10 on the mitski meter: she could, and probably would listen to her, but only lush, only lush.)

Kou: Yeah not gonna lie if someone said he’d listen to weezer I wouldn’t have any reason to disagree, he’s very loser-rock and I mean that in the nicest way possible. Though to me he seems much more like a “I-listen-to-mainstream-rock-because-it-sound-good” type guy, keep in mind tbhk takes place in like 2014-2015 (I think) so whatever band were popular then, he probably listened to just that. Anime openings…fucking….Naruto…also, nightcore….anime openings… live that 2010’s life Kou you deserve it…be cringe…be free. (3/10 on the mitski meter: he wouldn’t, just cause he wouldn’t really encounter her in the wild. Maybe if he was recommended her…but not on his own.)

Hanako: ok look idk what the hell supernatural music sounds like so I’m just going to go off of the time period to which he was alive. Orchestras and Jazz were popular around the 1950s in Japan (along with other more western styles of music) so, that, probably, i don’t know. With Amane’s connection to music (at least vaguely) plays, musicals, and other type performances could’ve been an interest; though for Hanako, I don’t really know if he’d even have any interest in music specifically. So considering that he’d probably just listen to whatever people play around him. (5/10 on the mitski meter: totally possible, but not believable.)

Akane: m starting to blank gimmie a moment. Instrumental. That’s really all I can say. He listens to music when studying, cleaning, or performing any task where he has to focus, so anything rhythmic and calm, something to take up the brain space that isn’t doing the task at hand so he doesn’t get distracted by something else. Video game soundtracks (like Mario or some ambient bullshit), soft pop. He also seems like the kinda guy to just listen to whatever his parents play, so yes most definitely some old shit. Recommendations from Aoi or Nene. Basically just noise, a nice distraction from the horrible horrible world, yknow? (5/10 on the mitski meter: anything goes I s’pose)

Teru: Classical?? I guess?? Dude does not listen to dick, nothing, absolutely fuck all. Old classic, a nice orchestra or quartet. western or eastern it don’t matter, as long as it’s nice, repetitive, and peaceful it’ll do the job just fine. (2/10 on the mitski meter: probably too much for him to handle, man’s constantly on the edge of a mental break mitski’d kill him, maybe if he handled his underlying issues first, but until then no mitski)

Aoi: last one cause I am clocking out. Similar taste to akane, undefined and flexible. probably listens to the same stuff as Nene, though I think she probably enjoys older j-pop, just cause she seems like that, Yknow? Movie soundtracks, Anime soundtracks (shoujou, probably. Precure n such just cause Aoi seems like someone who deserves to heal her inner child, same goes for Akane as well) Similar to Teru she probably also likes the more calmer and downbeat stuff. (8/10 on the mitski meter: totally possible, I’d believe it, but she wouldn’t tell anyone, it’s her special secret.)

Anyway see you next week for more awesome pubg 360 no-scope compilations ninja out

[razrbladekiss]

NSFW ALPHABET | Jax Teller

Author’s Note: obviously, as the title suggests, this is an NSFW alphabet. so it is very explicit. and, i mean this in the nicest way possible, but if you are under 18 years of age, don’t interact with this piece.

Pairing: Jax x Fem!Reader

A = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Oh, Jax is absolutely no stranger to taking care of his ladies after fucking the shit out of them. In my mind, he’d be the unassuming gentleman type when it comes to cleaning up and making sure you’re alright after spearing you on his cock. 

But, in reality, I feel like it’d go a little more like..

You have sex

He throws a towel on your ass, or a shirt 

And just as he’s about to lay next to you, quietly inciting another round, he gets a call on his burner and immediately throws on his kutte, getting back into business. 

Sorry, gals. 

B = body part (their favorite part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves his eyes, his ass, his arms, all ‘cus you do. His dick (and obvious fucking sex appeal) is what makes him such a hit with the ladies, but Jax definitely likes the fact he can charm a bitch with the most obvious twinkle in those cute little hues. Jerk. 

C = cum (anything to do with cum, basically……)

Anywhere and everywhere, he loves it. 

D = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

LOVES it when he’s getting his dick sucked by you and you make cute little moans, or just any seductive sound while your lips are wrapped around him. It’s so hot, really. 

He also finds it insanely hot when, after he cums, you trail a finger (or two) through the load wherever he spills it, and lick it clean off of your own skin. Like, it’s to die for. 

E = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Pfft. He knows what he’s doing. He even knows where the clit is. 

Maybe. 

F = favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary, he’s basic. He likes it when you’re fucking at the end of the bed, though, and there’s a mirror. So he can see himself.

G = goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous?)

Definitely serious. Jax is hardly humorous as it is. 

H = hair (how well groomed are they?)

OHHHH VERY WELL. His pubes are just as perfect as the hair on his head, I’m sorry. 

I = intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect……)

Jax is so insanely romantic during sex it makes me want to kill myself. He’s so sensual, so close to you and soft, so gentle and fucking warm. He’s perfect, basically. 

J = jack off (masturbation hc)

Loooook, like Tigger, he goes off on long runs! He’s bound to have become acquainted with his right hand over time. And, I mean, I’d totally rather him having a little wank than fucking another woman whilst away. 

K = kink (one or more of their kinks)

He definitely has a breeding kink. Also definitely (like I am 10000000% sure about this one) has a daddy kink, and not just an occasional “oh, daddy” during sex, I’m telling you this man LOVES it when he’s referred to like that at any fucking time. This ain’t up for debate. 

L = location (favorite places to have sex)

Literally anywhere he can get his hands on you, he does not care. 

M = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you’re a little bit of a bitch, Jax likes that. He also finds it H O T if his lady is good with his sons, his family, and the fucking club. Like, that shit is his life. Jax adores the fact you take the time to appreciate and respect them, so he wants to (constantly) take the time to appreciate you. 

N = NO (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Jax would never let you peg him, sorry girly pops! 

O = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He definitely prefers receiving. To be honest, he strikes me as quite selfish in the bedroom, but he’d give head if he felt like it. He’s pretty good, too, but not as into it as he would be getting his dick sucked. 

But, fuck ME! He would be so hot eating pussy, right? Imagine: those eyes looking up at you, just coaxing you to cum all over his tongue? Holy. Shit. 

Anyway… 

P = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

This one is wholly dependent on either of your moods, the time and place of which you’re fucking. By default, I’d like to think Jax takes his time pleasuring his girl. 

Q = quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc)

Yeah, he likes quickies. Especially before church. 

R = risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc)

Risky? Jax? Hell yeah. In the bedroom, however, this man likes to stick to what he knows will have you unravelling beneath him, writhing like a motherfucker. 

S = stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last….)

Jax can go all night.

T = toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Jax Teller’s only toy is his cock, be real!

U = unfair (how much they like to tease)

I’m gonna be so honest with you guys, Jax is probably a fucking tease in the bedroom (verbally, at least), but I feel like he’d so much rather getting down to business. Like fucking you silly is the only thing on that pretty little mind, and any charade or heckling of you will set him way back in his sex schedule. 

V = volume (how loud they are, what noises they to make)

Pretty quiet, I’d say. He’s much more focused on making you scream his fucking name. 

W = wild card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Ohh this one’s cute… But, to me, I think Jax secretly loves just holding you in those rare moments after sex that you guys don’t need to rush to get dressed again, or he doesn’t have to shoot out of the door on a call. It’s so intimate and perfect, and it reminds him that he really truly loves you, and that spending every little moment he can get with you alone is honestly his favourite thing.

X = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Are we gonna be honest here? It’s huge! It’s so pretty and pink. 

Y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

VERY FUCKING HIGH HE IS LIKE A BITCH IN HEAT. 

Z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Sleep? Jax has never slept ever in his life.

[selenitesdawn]

Babysitting

pairing : steve harrington x reader

warnings : none

summary : steve invites you on a date, which turns out to be not exactly what you imagined.

First person pov

No one, and I mean no one can ruin this day for me. Tonight I finally get to go on a date with the boy I’ve been crushing on since literally forever. Steve Harrington. The past weeks have been a literal fever dream. First, Steve finally seems to have gotten over Nancy Wheeler. Not that I waited for this to happen, but yeah I guess I did wait for this to happen. It just didn’t sit right with me. I mean, Steve has been on my mind none stop for what? 4 years? Nancy is a total douchebag for letting Steve go, plus she didn’t deserve him anyways. He is just such a sweet guy. Caring, attentive, funny. I won’t defend all of his past actions, he did act like a jerk back in the day. But people can change. So if someone deserves to go on a date with him, it’s most definitely me.

About three weeks ago, Steve randomly came up to me in school and asked if we’d know each other. Not gonna lie, that hurt a little. We’ve been sharing classes since primary school and I obviously always knew who he was. But hey, better late than never right. Besides almost shitting myself, the conversation went pretty well. In fact he seems to have grown as a person and my crush on him just kept growing equally. Since that day we’ve been talking on a daily basis. But until tonight, we never met up outside of school. Although I silently hoped for it to happen. Then yesterday, it did finally happen. He asked me out on an actual date. A non platonic actual date!

“Hey y/n!”

“Oh, hey Steve.”

“So, uh. I’ve been wondering, and it’s totally cool if you say no of course. I wouldn’t be mad or anything and it’s really just like uhm… it just came to my head that maybe.. and I mean, just if you’re cool with it-“

“Just say it Steve.”

“Yeah sure, uhm. I don’t know, would you want to go on a .. like a.. a date? Maybe? Like in a.. boyfriend and girlfriend do dates way? Not that I’m asking you to be my girlfriend! Just not in a friends way date you know. It’s totally okay if you don’t-“

“I would love to actually.”

“Cool! Great! I mean, that’s great. Tomorrow? I’ll pick you up at 7?”

“Sounds good to me.”

On the inside I was dying of course, but I think I played it off pretty well. Nevertheless, since yesterday I’ve been in a constant state of anxiety.

As I’m standing outside of my home, my legs start to get more shaky by the minute. I anticipated this day for so long. What if anything goes wrong? What if he doesn’t like me like that? My train of thought luckily gets interrupted by Steve pulling up in his car.

“What a beautiful night it is to meet such a beautiful human. Care to get in?”, he says smugly.

“You’re such an idiot.”, I respond while getting in his car.

As I sit there for what feels like forever without Steve saying anything, I start to get more and more nervous. I don’t know what to say, he clearly doesn’t know what to say and I can’t shake the feeling that something is going on.

“So uhm. About tonight..”, he starts saying.

Shoot. He’s going to tell me that he regrets asking me on a date. And now he’s trying to say it in the nicest way possible.

“Hey it’s okay if you-“, I try to say, but he interrupts me.

“We have to babysit.”, he admits.

What did he just say?

“What?”, I manage to speak out.

“I’m so sorry, but you know Dustin Henderson? He acted so weird today and he does stupid stuff sometimes, so I’m obviously just super worried about him and his friends and-“, he keeps rambling and rambling so I just sigh and accept my faith.

“It’s fine. Where are they?”

He smiles sincerely and immediately seems more relaxed. To be honest, this for sure isn’t my dream date. But it’s kinda cute that he has small friends and acts like a mom. And who doesn’t want a man that’s good with kids right?

“They are at the arcade. If that’s fine with you.”

“Sure, I’d go anywhere with you.”

We start driving to the arcade while loudly singing along to his mixtape. Now and then he acts like his hand is a microphone and puts it in front of my face, and honestly, it’s the cutest thing ever. When we arrive he gets out of the car and holds my door open.

“Thank you very much Mr. Harrington.”

“You’re more than welcome.”

When we get in I spot Dustin and his friends playing at the vending machines, seeming completely normal. Steve walks up to them and starts talking with Dustin. I can’t really make out what they’re saying but his little friends keep glancing over to me. I give an awkward wave and try to give the nicest smile possible.

“Y/n, this is Dustin.”, Steve says, pushing Dustin in front of me.

“Pleasure to meet you! I heard Steve already messed up your date, really sorry about that.”, he tells me.

“Hey it’s not my fault! You kept saying weird things through the walkie-talkie and then stopped answering me!”

“Well, did you mess with the frequency?”, Dustin asks.

“How do I do that?”, Steve questions.

“Did you play with the switch Steve?”

Steve stays quiet and exchanges looks between me and Dustin. I can’t help myself but laugh at the situation. Dustin shakes his head and pats Steves shoulder. He then returns to his friends.

“Okay, maybe that could have happened, I don’t really know how that thing works okay!”, Steve defends himself, shouting after Dustin. He puts his hands on his hips and gives me an apologetic look.

I nudge his shoulder and smile.

“While we’re here, i’m pretty amazing at playing pac man.”, I say.

Steve sighs and brings out a smile.

“I bet I can still beat you.”, he says confidently.

In the end we spend all night trying out the different machines and I beat Steve in almost every single game. He was pretty cool about it though, admitting that I’m just a better player. Now and then he would check up on Dustin, just to make sure that everything is alright.

When we drive back to my home, it is pretty quiet. But it is a comfortable silence. I notice Steve glancing at me now and then, looking away almost shyly whenever I turn to him.

“I really enjoyed tonight.”, he says as we still sit in his car in front of my home.

“I did too.”, I smile.

“Sorry about that babysitting thing again, I was just.. you know. Dustin does stupid stuff sometimes and I get nervous, since some stuff happened before. But you know, I’m really glad that you handled that so well and next time we’re definitely going to-“

Hearing him ramble again, I just can’t help myself but feel the urge to stop him from explaining himself. So I channel all my braveness and finally do what I’ve been dreaming of since years and years. I break his rant by pecking him on the lips. After that, he stayed silent.

“Oh god, I’m sorry. I didn’t-“, I start explaining, but this time it’s Steve who interrupts me by pressing his lips onto mine.

The kiss is tender and sweet. I feel myself melting into his touch, as he puts his hand on my neck and pulls me just a little closer to him as I was before. After our lips part, he grins at me brightly.

“Tomorrow at 7? Just me and you?”, he asks.

“I would love that.”

Just as I am about to get out of the car, he grabs me by my wrist.

“By the way, I did know who you were, when I first talked to you.”, he admits.

“What? You did?”

“Yeah, I just didn’t know what to say and I got nervous. So it just slipped out I guess.”

I start laughing and he joins in shortly after. He then lets go off my wrist and starts his car again.

“You’re such an idiot.”, is the last thing I say before he drives off.

[hermionesslut]

𝐒𝐄𝐀, 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐄

(natasha romanoff x fem!reader)

SYNOPSIS : best friends mom smut 🙈

CONTENT WARNING : nsfw, some smut, mostly just tension i guess, infidelity, lmk what else !!

꒰ AUTHOR'S NOTE ꒱ i rlly WANT to make a part 2, no guarantee bc i’m all over the place but i had ideas i wanted to write, as well as some requests to fulfill🤞

you and your best friend were completely inseparable as cheesy as it sounds but every second with her felt light and easy. she was smart and everything any person could value in one, you spent so much time together. eventually, her home felt like yours. she had a beautiful home, it was massive, and it made you question what her parents did for a living. your best friend has two moms and an older brother. her older brother was already married and left the house by this time. she was left with her two parents and they were hard to be around at times. for instance, last night. you couldn’t make out their yelling, but it was remarkably intense. you could tell your best friend tried her best to ignore what was happening outside her door, you could see tears pooling in her eyes. but she was glad you were there, it made it all easier to swallow.

and you had stayed over the night with your best friend, her parents were fighting again, from your judgment they didn't seem too happy. but there were times when you saw the two of them, and they seemed warm together. that in that single second they were the only two people in the world and they could grow older together, happily. when you and your best friend woke up, she was pleased to find last night was over. she tells you "um, y/n i think i'm gonna go out with my mom real quick, it shouldn't take long," she smiles, "about three hours, nothing more. you can stay here if you want, i'll be back." some days she goes out with one of her moms. her name's wanda maximoff she kept her last name when she and her wife got married. she seems the frequently nicer of the two. she wears her hair long and red, she has the nicest green eyes. you try not to get lost in them..too often.

her mrs, natasha romanoff wasn’t what you’d call mean, she talked to you more than Mrs. maximoff did, but she came off as rather cold. she also had red hair, but it was deeper and slightly shorter than wands. she had lovely green eyes, but you didn’t attempt to leave them. they were unnecessarily enticing, she wore her suits with confidence, and with every step, you swore there was no mistake. no use in paying attention..she’s your best friend's mom, no use at all, there couldn’t possibly be any worse way of betrayal. this friendship certainly wasn’t something worth risking.

and as you say your goodbyes to your best friend, you lay on her bed and you couldn’t help but feel guilty. only because you couldn’t stop thinking about her, it wasn’t right, you knew but these thoughts clouded your head. you ached for them to be gone, so you decided that you should probably leave for a little while just to clear your head. you needed to change your clothes your pyjamas still covered your body. And you couldn’t possibly go outside like this.

you reached in your bag, you had plenty of clothes there. you’d settled on a black flowy dress, there were bows on the peak of the straps. it fitted perfectly around your waist and was truly suitable for the day, it was comfortable. you picked out stockings, black, to match your dress. you started to undress towards the window, thankful for the curtains and the tinted windows. as you lifted your light tank top off your neck you heard shifting outside your door. you quickly turn your body to face the disturbance. your movements are scattered, and you use your top to stifle your masked breasts. you were sure the door was shut, no more than a creak, you understand now that you’re so clearly wrong when you see mrs. romanoff standing in the doorway.

“shit..” you mumble. natasha’s eyes travel over your body before she says, “I'm sorry,” she laughs, “i just wanted to ask you something.” when she’s talking she inches closer and closer to you. your mind is perplexed, what could she possibly question right now? “i-uh—can i..”

“don’t worry, baby, it’ll only take a second.” natasha explains.

“oh uh okay.” you hesitantly reply. she always leaves you asking, wanting more. she’s inches from your face at this point.

“tell me you don’t want me, y/n."

“i–i do, but-“

“but what? wanda doesn't have to know.” she smiles, you honestly don’t quite understand why something like this could amuse her. if you proceed this would eat at you forever, but she moves closer to your lips and you forget all of your doubts. “tell me this doesn’t feel good.” natasha reaches her hand to brush your hair behind your ear and kisses you. her lips are buttery and light, she takes you softly and confidently. soon that delicately is gone and she brings you closer, your hips collide with hers. you’re a bit hesitant with the kiss at first but soon natasha pulls away.

“tell me. tell me your pussy isn’t dripping for me, please,” natasha whispers.

“i-i..” you had to weigh your options here. truly this could ruin possibly the best friendship you had, but how could you deny something like this? such an enticing woman, wanting to be all yours?

“natasha-” with that, your shirt from your arms slips and natasha kisses you again this time more intense than the other. her soft hands travel up your body, grazing the most delicate parts of you. you whimper weakly when she brushes the place you’d love to have her most. she lingers deep in your doe eyes and she asks you “you haven’t had anyone touch you like this, have you?”

you shake your head, you really haven’t, you’ve truly-barely touched yourself this way. you want natasha to show you how. natasha moves her hand from your waists to reach down your panties and she used her thumb to tease your clit. she never put any full pressure, to see how you’d react. she wanted to see how fast she could make you ache for more. she laughs when you moan and buck your hips. you plead.

"please, what? you want me to fuck you already?” nat smiles and continues before you can even begin to think of a reply. her voice deepens as she glances at your tits. ”you’re such a desperate dumb slut, baby.”

“all yours.”

[neopuppy]

i’m convinced you started this headcanon that jeno loves anal cause ever since you started writing it it’s all i see across jeno fics but i’m not complaining 😁😁😁

I looked through his smut tag for the first time in months today and definitely saw my paw prints scattered about….very interesting. not a bad thing, sort of just surprised…….am I…a popular writer.. 🤔💀

was searching for something to read bc *sighs, sobs, chokes myself until my vision goes spotty* where is my neopuppy to quench my Jeno needs🙄

its hard bc if its not getting ick from reading ‘JEN’ over and over again, its the characterization that angers me, if its not that it’s the weird shit y/n says and does that makes my skin crawl, if its not that its the bland plot, if its not that its the Oscar Wilde ass vocabulary, if its not that….its the dirty talk(and I mean this in the nicest way possible, reading certain sentences mid-sexy time can rly KILL the fic. I see a ton of people hate ‘milking’, CANT BE ME🤭), if its not all that…..its the rushed smut that left me more confused than titillated…

its ok, gonna go read my fav ao3 fic for the rest of this evening(and pretend its Jeno🫶)

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A Ghost Playing Hangman {J.Seresin} Part 10

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Mild swearing, normal amount of fluff

A/N: Part 10 is finally here!! So sorry for the delay but i'm back on the writing train! Enjoy!

Masterlist for rest of series

Both alarms went off, but the two of you had been awake for the past few hours wishing the minutes would pass slower. The second you left the bed, reality was going to set in and the magical oasis the two of you created would vanish.

“I could lay here forever but I don’t think the Navy would appreciate it.” You tried to smile at Jake’s weak attempt to lighten the mood, but you didn’t have it in you. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest when you didn’t respond.

“We are the best at what we do, and we were chosen for this assignment for a reason. If one of us or even both of us get picked, there is no doubt in my mind that we will breeze through this and be back by dinner.” He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but you knew he was trying to convince himself as much as he was you.

“We should get ready.” Your words were short and dry as it was the first thing you said, and he wasn’t having it. You went to get out of bed, but Jake sat up and grabbed your hand, stopping you from walking away from him.

“Hey, talk to me. What are you thinking right now?” This was new for you, having to worry about someone else and getting you out of your routine. As selfish as that sounded, your deployment routine was something that kept you focused and grounded. You knew if you got back in that bed or melted into the gorgeous man who was looking at you like you were the only thing that mattered, your head wouldn’t be in it. And that could be life threatening.

“I mean this in the nicest way possible, but I can’t be someone who is in a relationship today. I have to be a pilot or else my mind won’t be where it needs to be to fly at the level that’s expected. I love you but I just can’t show that right now.” As soon as those words left your mouth you knew you messed up. You didn’t miss the way his eyes widened or his grip on your hand tightened when they registered for him.

You pulled your hand back out of his grasp and ran it through your hair in frustration, mumbling “shit” under your breath.

“Say it again.” Your eyes cut over to him at his request and you saw a smile starting to form on his face.

You shook your head, “No. That is the complete opposite of what I meant when I said I couldn’t do relationship things today.” You took a few steps away from the bed putting space between the two of you, but you couldn’t escape the look he was giving you.

“You love me. Good lord someone actually loves me.” You had to stop when he said those words. You could hear the disbelief coming from him and your chest tightened at the revelation that he didn’t think he was capable of being loved.

“Of course, I love you. You might not see it, but you are perfect in my eyes. Who couldn’t love someone who was not only the best damn pilot in the US, but someone with the amount of determination and drive that you have to continue to be the best? You are attentive, compassionate, and selfless. I have never met anyone who put that much effort into understanding me and making sure I was cared for. So please get rid of any doubts you have about yourself, because you are perfect for me, and I would be crazy not to love you.”

He was staring at you with nothing but awe and you knew he had never been told those words before. Every day you were learning something new about this man and today it was how deep his insecurities ran. You made a mental note to revisit this later.

Jake took a few steps towards you, and you held up a hand, “No boyfriend shit today. We can pick this up when we get back.”

He stopped in his tracks and couldn’t help but chuckle. “No boyfriend shit. Got it.” He continued walking towards you and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek. “I have to head to my apartment and grab my stuff. I’ll be back in an hour to pick you up.” The heaviness was back and all you could do was nod your head.

You watched him as he walked out of your apartment and hoped to God that it wouldn’t be the last time.

Everything had moved too quickly, and you were all lined up waiting to hear who would be chosen as the 4 daggers. After the stunt Maverick pulled, it wasn’t a shock that he was chosen as the team leader. It actually gave you some reassurance that someone with that much experience would be leading the group and making the difficult calls.

But that meant there was only one solo fighter pilot position left.

You didn’t know if it was disappointment or relief that washed over you as he called out Rooster’s name. You had worked so damn hard to be chosen as one of the daggers just for it to be another failed attempt at being ready. It was almost a slap in the face. That no matter how hard you pushed yourself, you weren’t good enough in their eyes.

But then you realized why Bradley was picked. With the history between him and Maverick, it was almost like a peace offering. Any pilot here was capable of pulling off this assignment, but the two of them needed this. It still left a bitter taste in your mouth though.

A hand on your shoulder pulled you out of your thoughts and Bradley was standing there with an almost guilty look on his face. “It should’ve been you. You deserve this.” While you felt his words were true, agreeing wasn’t what he needed to hear.

“Maverick needs to fly with someone he trusts and that happens to be you. He knows you can have his back and make the shot, so you sure as hell better believe that too. But you can buy me a drink when you get back.” He gave you a nervous smile and you squeezed his shoulder.

“You got this. No more doubts, okay? Go out there and make your dad proud.” He pulled you into a hug and thanked you. And as much as you wanted to be the one flying out there, Bradley needed this more than you.

You told the other pilot’s good luck and stood back as you watched them start their preflight checks. “That was a nice thing you told Rooster.” Jake came up next to you and stopped to watch his teammates load up. “He needed to hear it.”  

Jake looked over at you, impressed that you could be encouraging to the pilot who took your spot. When he didn’t get chosen, he had to take a few seconds to compose himself before wishing his teammates good luck. But you made it look effortless.  

“Hangman and Ghost.” You turned around to see Admiral Simpson walking towards you. “You will both be dagger reserves. Get your preflight checks done and be prepared to deploy.”

The nerves started back up at the chance that you might see some action but hated the reasoning why. The two of you would only be given the green light if things were going south. But what made it worse was that the man who you confessed your love to that morning would also be thrown into the chaos.

"Hey, look at me.” You sighed and turned to face Jake.

“No one else I would trust out there to have my back. And you know I will do everything in my power to get you home safe.” You knew that. And you also knew the actions would be reciprocated for him. He gave you a quick kiss on the top of your head and walked over to his plane. 

But what you didn’t know is how quick things could take a turn and that the two of you making it home in once piece might not be obtainable.

A/N: Thank you all so much for continuing to read this story!! I never thought it would have this many readers, but I’m thankful for each and every one of you! As we are getting close to the end of the movie plot, I had a question for you. Would you want me to continue Hangman’s and Ghost’s story after the mission or end it with the original movie timeline? I have two different endings in mind but wanted to hear your thoughts!

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[vollereix]

LOVE ME AGAIN

college au

Kazuha and Heizou x f!reader

synopsis: after getting rejected by kazuha, you were left heartbroken for a while until you met Heizou whom you found to be a real delight to be around. Two years down the road, you and Kazuha end up in the same class and just so happen to be seatmates. It’s only the. that Kazuha realised how much he liked you.

“You’re a beautiful girl, y/n… i’m sure you deserve the world and more, but I’m afraid I cannot be the one to give that to you. I do hope we can still continue being friends after this.”

You were left standing at the rooftop garden alone. How long have you been there? After you’ve confessed your feelings for Kazuha, you thought that you would be able to accept his rejection. But if so why are there tears welling up in your eyes?

He had rejected you in the nicest way possible and yet you still felt a deep burning sensation in your heart. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you wiped your tears away.

A few drops of rain fell onto your hair alerting you of the incoming storm.

“Hey, it’s starting to rain.” Looking towards the sound of the voice, you recognised him as Heizou, someone in your science class.

Sniffing you followed him indoors, he walked you back to your class before leaving. Kazuha saw you walk in and upon making eye contact and seeing your tearful eyes, he gave you an apologetic smile. Looking away from him, you packed your things and went off, ignoring his looks.

“So, got rejected huh?”

Few days had passed when Heizou suddenly approached you during lunch break. Arms crossed with a smirk on his face.

“Wh- how did you know?” You ushered for him to keep his voice down as your face heated up in embarrassment.

“Kazuha told me someone confessed to him, just had an inkling that it was you.” Giving you a wink, he sat down next to you.

Heizou spent the next half an hour of lunch asking you questions about your life. You only answered monotonously, barely sparing him a second glance.

Prior to your lunch break, Heizou had been hanging out with Kazuha. The two of them would talk quite a lot since they were in the same elective.

“So since you rejected them, you won’t mind if i date them, right?”

Kazuha was rather surprised at the question, “oh um right.”

He wouldn’t admit it but he didn’t like the idea of Heizou dating you. Well… he didn’t like the idea of anyone dating you. But what does he have to say about that, he did reject you after all.

“Say y/n would you like to watch a movie together sometime?”

Heizou had been constantly walking you from class to cuss and even sending you home on days he weren’t busy. Suffice to say the two of you had gotten very close.

Much to his delight, you gladly excepted his invitation without a second thought.

AFTER THE MOVIE

“Let me walk you home.” Heizou offered as per usual.

Giving him a close eyed smile you nodded your head. The walk was comfortable and quiet, with only the sounds of nature.

While you were enjoying your leftover popcorn, Heizou was lost in thought. He had planned to confess to you after the movie but he chickened out.

“…hey, is everything alright?” Your worried voice brought him back to reality.

“Yeah- actually, y/n.” He stopped walking, you turned to face him.

“Ive been quite troubled lately… can i ask you something?”

You tilted your head slightly, curious. You’ve never seen Heizou so fidgety and nervous before.

“Do you… do you want to uhm go out with me? Like not as friends or… i mean as in a date? A relationship. You and I.” He looked away, blushing furiously.

You were taken aback at his question.

So that’s why he’s so nervous

“mm well only if we don’t have to keep it a secret!”