#what she meant was… u don’t pay for it. ask for it when u get ur order. but what do u MEAN???

[willowfey]

i just had the worst autistic experience at a quick serve restaurant where i was trying to order the “chicken with 2 sides” option, which i was trying to make macaroni and yuca fries.

what the employee SHOULD have said was “yuca fries cannot be chosen for this meal as they are a Specialty Side, and only original sides qualify for this specific meal”. i would have understood perfectly. instead what did she keep repeating to me over and over, getting annoyed when i didn’t understand?

“what it says on the menu and what you’re asking for are two different things”

….. bitch what?????

i damn near cried no matter what i asked she would not explain it to me differently i was ready to give up my order entirely until my mother stepped up to figure it out for me.

catch me making my own food at home for the rest of the WEEK at least

[lewisvinga]

my mistake | lando norris x fem! reader

summary; lando had been chasing after oscar’s friend, y/n for a couple months now. he’s confused on why she keeps dismissing him until he finally got his answer

fc; nailea devora

warnings; cursing

taglist; @namgification

note; requested !

masterlist !

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yourusername: thank u mclaren n oscar for having me 🧡

tagged; oscarpiastri, mclaren

mclaren: always a joy to have you😎🧡

username: pretty girls stan y/n

oscarpiastri: ur annoying

yourusername: god forbid a girl ask for food

oscarpiastri: i kept getting weird stares bc you made me get you 4 plates of food.

yourusername: THE CHICKEN PASTA WAS GOOD🙎‍♀️🙎‍♀️🙎‍♀️🙎‍♀️

username: her friendship w oscar is everything

username: PAPAYAAA

landonorris: you’re forgetting someone 🤔

yourusername: no i don’t think so

landonorris: a handsome brit? 😁

yourusername: oh! lewis😁

landonorris: i meant me…

yourusername: ok !

username: lando😭

Y/N L/N ANSWERS YOUR FAN QUESTIONS!

lando👍

y/n

y/n

y/n🌷

what now lando

lando👍

what happened to u and why’d u distance yourself from f1😁

y/n🌷

none of ur business

lando👍

pleaseeee

aren’t we bffs😁😁😁

y/n🌷

no we are not

you just got my number from osc

lando 👍

well i’m not leaving you alone until you tell me

y/n

y/nnnnnn

answer

answer

answer

pleaseeeeeee🙏

y/n🌷

you really don’t remember?

lando👍

no?

y/n🌷

2019

i was starting to gain a following but nothing like what i have now

and i went to a race and i was so excited to be there and then i saw you

of course i was happy to see you but then when i smiled, you just rolled your eyes at me and looked really annoyed at me

and that hurt , lando

lando👍

shit

y/n i honestly don’t remember

but fuck i’m sorry

y/n🌷

whatever im over it

just sucks when someone you’re a fan of acts annoyed by u xx

but then i met osc and now he’s my friend so now i’m back into this f1 shit

lando👍

y/n seriously i’m so sorry

it was my mistake, i must’ve thought you were someone else

let me make it up to you

y/n🌷

it’s fine lando

past is past but just wanted you to know

lando👍

no i wanna make it up

y/n🌷

i said it’s fine

lando👍

nope!

not until i can make u laugh

at least let me take you out for lunch

y/n🌷

hmmmmm

fine

but i’m gonna order a feast

lando👍

fine by me😁

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yourusername: how does 1 live knowing that u invited someone out for food only to steal their fries ….. #landonorrisisover

tagged; landonorris

landonorris: u got full after 3 bites of your burger

yourusername: wrong it was 4! and it was a very big n filling burger!!

landonorris: omg u finally posted me 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

yourusername: don’t make me delete this post, lando norris 😒

username: i just know lando is giggling knowing he finally made it to a y/n post

username: did months of lando norizz flirting in her comments actually pay off??

oscarpiastri: wow.

yourusername: omw w fries for u don’t worry pooks

landonorris: worry if i eat them all

oscarpiastri: shut up lando norizz

lilyzneimer: miss u sm🥹🥹

yourusername: i miss u more💔 lmk when ur going to a race 😞

username: y/n gorgeous omg

username: wait who is that???

username: f1 driver and teammates w y/n friend oscar!

liked by yourusername, carlossainz55, and others

lando.jpg: the gf chronicles

tagged; yourusername

yourusername: fuck u and those stupid burgers and ur stupid jokes and ur stupid cute smile and the latte u bought me

lando.jpg: don’t worry guys she just hasn’t had her afternoon nap yet

yourusername: i’m so tired 😞😞

yourusername: bf🔥

lando.jpg: gf🔥

username: oh hello

username: wHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?

username: she’s scute i love her sm

username: idk who i want more him or her

carlossainz55: about time ! i didn’t know how many more calls of you talking about y/n i could handle!😂😂

yourusername: awh he talks abt me??

lando.jpg: not you exposing me, carlos 😒

oscarpiastri: fuck you you left me with half of my fries that time

lando.jpg: they were good sorry not sorry

yourusername: bro he’s such a fries stealer, i can’t ever eat my fries in peace

lando.jpg: tomato tomato

[emotionoitme]

nectar of the gods

nectar of the gods - lana del rey

part 2 of don’t call my name

warnings: jealousy, the c word (claire), pervy carmy but that’s a given, date gone wrong (pushy man & use of some force. nothing bad happens), guard dog carmy, small argument. nasty smut: themes of brat tamer carmy, female masturbation, teasing + condescending dirty talk, fingering, squirting, biting, kissing, unprotected sex (oops), slight size kink, he doesn’t choke her but he holds her neck, slight breeding kink, ok maybe not so slight, she gets fucked kind of stupid. 

wc: 9.5k

a/n: thanks so much for the love on part one! let me know what u think of this one!! <3 enjoy the nastiness

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the weeks that followed the soft touches and heated kisses were, to say the least, awkward. 

carmen has never been the strongest communicator, and working long hours at the bear conveniently meant they didn’t really see much of each other. 

unluckily for him, she conveniently seemed to be home when he had invited claire over to talk.

in his defense, it was a late night, heat of the moment decision. one in which he was caught in a weak spot–feeling lonely and, admittedly, thinking obsessively of his roommate. a decision he deeply regretted the following day, when he had checked his messages and saw she said yes. 

claire came over for morning coffee when carmy decided to go into work late. she gave him a enthusiastic greeting when he opened the door, rushing forward to hug him. it didn’t feel right, but he reciprocated. 

“so good to see you, carm,” she told him, warmly. 

“hey, you too,” eyes glancing over to the clock beside the door, “you’re early.” 

she pulled back, smiling. 

“i thought you’d be happy to have more time with me.”

he gestured her in and shut the door. he hadn’t really wanted her to come at all once he woke up, but how could she have known that? 

he felt stupid. 

“i, am” he replied unenthusiastically, “but my, um…. my roommate is still home.” 

“you have a roommate now?” she asked. 

“yeah, just for a while. want to go outside?” he questioned, eyes darting to the stairs. 

“can’t we just sit at the table? it’s cold out.” claire followed his gaze to the staircase. 

he paused, sighing. 

“okay, yeah. let’s sit at the table.” hand running through his hair, pulling slightly. he forced himself to sit and meet her gaze, asking her how she’s been, trying to pay attention. trying to care. 

a few minutes into their conversation, he heard soft footsteps approaching from behind. 

“goodmorning,” his roommate called out, smiling at claire. carmen whipped his head around. she was dressed for work. she looked good. 

“oh. hi,” claire returned, “you’re carmy’s roommate?” the surprise evident in her voice. 

“only short term,” she replied, shooting carmen a glance, “and you are?”

“i’m claire,” she returned with a smile, “i’m his-”

“she’s my friend.” carmy interrupted, watching as claire’s eyebrows shot up at this. 

“umm, we’re a little more than friends,” claire laughed, turning to his roommate, “me and carm have known eachother since we were kids. and we dated for a while, didn’t we, bear?”

he watched as his roommate widened her eyes a bit, nodding.

“how sweet. you guys are so cute together, you should date again,” sickly enthusiasm rung from her voice, “nice to meet you claire, but i’ve gotta get to work.”

“so nice meeting you! i’ll see you around.”

his roommate didn’t respond, quickly walking to the kitchen to grab a thermos of coffee then rushing out the door, letting it slam behind her. 

“she’s cute,” claire complimented, “should i be worried?” her tone joking, but still locking eyes with carmen. he stayed silent, rubbing a hand over his face, then exhaling. 

“listen, claire, you, uh…. you’ve gotta go. i’m sorry for inviting you.” 

“what?”

he left for work as soon as she was out the door, trying to distract himself from the reminder of all the people he had hurt so early in the morning. 

besides that tense interaction, he didn't see his roommate at all for about a week and a half. 

that didn’t mean he wouldn’t still think about her, though. in fact, it felt like he couldn’t focus on anything else—the night of their hungry kisses and gentle touches playing like a loop in his head. 

he thinks of how responsive she was, how her lips felt. how he longed to hear her beg for him. 

almost two whole weeks passed, and he still wasn’t man enough to face her, making sure he was in the restaurant until late at night and out of the apartment extra early in the morning. 

he scrubbed at the stovetop, remembering the smell of her skin. yearning for it. he stood at the expo and barked directions, skin prickling with the memory of her touch. the slight drag of her nails across his abdomen. how eager she was. 

that morning, as the sun just began to flood through the windows, he found himself passing by her room, glancing through the open door. 

he stopped himself as soon as he passed, taking a step backwards to get another look. 

she lay sleeping on her side, facing away from him, one leg resting on top of the duvet. her breath was steadily rising and falling, big shirt was bunched up over her waist, allowing him the pleasure of gliding his eyes along the curve of her bare waist. he savors the moment, gaze gliding down to her hip, then falling on the little blue pair of underwear that clung to her ass. 

and yes, he felt like a creep, but he still continued to stand there and watch her for a few minutes, wishing he could take a picture to remember the captivating sight. 

instead he just forced himself to walk away. 

it’s a long, stressful day of refires, late tickets, and continuous yelling. 

carmen only gets home shy of midnight, basking in the still silence of the apartment as the door latches. he slips his coat off and hangs his keys on the hook—the key hook she put up, after the 5th time he had asked her if she had seen his keys. 

hers were gone, surprisingly. he wonders where she could’ve been at midnight with a nervous uncertainty. 

carmen makes his way to the kitchen, grabbing a cold glass of water before walking over to the couch to collapse. 

the living room was illuminated in a soft lamp light. he loved that there would be lights on when he came home. it felt less lonely, somehow. 

his eyes glance around the room, noting the addition of potted plants, some throw pillows and blankets, art, framed pictures. some of her family, some of his. 

it had thrown him off, a bit, to come home one day, before the awkwardness, to see a framed picture of him and mikey standing on one of the living room’s side tables. he hardly recognized the old picture, studying it with disbelief. on that day, he picked it up and walked to his roommate’s door, knocking softly. 

“come in,” she had called. 

he opened the door, and found her sitting at her vanity, combing her hair. he held up the picture, pointing to it. 

“shit, i’m sorry. i should’ve asked,” she started to explain. 

“-no, no, i was, uh, just a little surprised,” he reassured, “where did you get this from?” 

she set her comb down on the vanity and turned to face him. 

“it was in a box at the back of my closet,” she told him, “lots of pictures. i promise i didn’t go through it. that one was just at the top. and i thought it was sweet. i was just thinking since i have so many up of my family, you would-” 

“-no, yeah. thank you. it was really nice of you,” he admitted, “just caught me off guard.”

she gave him a sympathetic smile. 

he fondly recalls the memory as he studied the decorations. never before had his home felt so much like a home.  

he lets his eyes shut slowly, basking in the comfort of the plush couch. around 20 minutes pass until he hears muffled voices from outside the unit, then the sound of keys fumbling with the lock. 

his stomach drops a little at the thought of having to face her, so he keeps his eyes closed, hoping he could ignore the interaction all together. as the door swings open, he hears her voice. 

“okay, thanks. i’ll see you around,” tiredness evident in her tone. then, a man’s voice. 

“it’s a nice place. what’s the inside like?” 

carmen feels a surge of annoyance. was she bringing men over? 

“it’s, uh, nice too. i have to get up early tomorrow though, so-”

“we had a nice time, right? let’s keep it going.” the man’s tone becomes pushier. carmen’s annoyance turns to anger. who did this douchebag think he was? he hears his roommate release a sardonic chuckle. 

“listen, dude, get out. i’m not interested.” her tone firm and assertive. carmen sits up slightly to peek over the couch. 

“god, i can’t stand women like you,” the stranger retorts, “a $200 check, and you’re not even gonna invite me in?”

carmen watches as she tries to close the door. the man puts his arm out, aggressively pushing it back open. he sits up the rest of the way, having had enough of the interaction. 

“hey fuckhead,” he barks. the stranger’s eyes dart to him, clearly surprised there was another person home. 

“she said get out.” his jaw is tight, eyes wide, staring the man down. “we gonna have a fuckin’ problem?” 

the stranger puts his hands up in defense, taking a step back. 

“hey, no problem here, man. just trying to say goodni-”

she slams the door in his face, latching the deadbolt. the girl lets out a heavy sigh before glancing over to where carmen sits. 

“thanks,” she mumbles, hanging up her keys and taking her jacket off. he glances over the skin-tight long sleeve dress she was wearing. 

“who was that?” he asks immediately, trying to keep the hint of possessiveness out of his voice. she leans down to slide her heels off, glancing up at him. 

“a date.” 

he continues to stare at her, hoping she would elaborate. instead, she ignores him, walking to the kitchen and putting the tea kettle on to boil. he stands and follows her, brow twitching. 

“you, uh, going on dates now?” he questions, hands coming to his hips. 

“yep,” she curtly replies, grabbing a mug from the cabinet and placing a teabag inside. 

“with guys like that, huh? nice.” he scoffs. the man has trouble rationalizing why he feels so aggravated. 

“fuck off, carmen,” she sharply retorts, refusing to turn toward him, “it’s none of your business.”

“it is when you bring them here” he argues. 

“what, like how you brought your little girlfriend over?” she yanks open the fridge and grabs the milk.

“she is not my girlfriend” he asserts. 

the girl rolls her eyes and ignores him, turning the burner off at the sound of the kettle whistling, pouring the hot water into her mug. he moves closer to her, staring at the side of her face.

“she’s not,” he emphasizes. the added pressure makes her feel compelled to respond. 

“well, she’s something to you,” she argues, setting the kettle back down harder than she intended, turning to face him. she immediately wishes she hadn’t, the intensity of his eyes setting her ablaze, skin prickling. it makes her a little weak in the knees to be face to face with him again, as much as she hated to admit it. 

“no, she isn’t, i- fuck…i had this weak moment after…you and i kissed, and it-,” he exhales, pausing. “i didn’t realize how much i missed…that kind of thing. so i invited her over. and immediately fuckin’ regretted it when she said yes.” 

“why?” she asks softly. 

“why’d i regret it?” he clarifies. she nods. 

he takes a small step closer to her. 

“because i don’t want that kind of thing with claire,” he confesses. 

she doesn’t know what to say, instead just watches him, studying his face. she catches the split second his eyes dart down to her lips, and feels what little resolve she has begin to crumble, so she turns away from him, back to her tea, and begins to stir in some milk. 

“okay,” her reply comes softly, “i get it.” 

“yeah?” he presses, eyes locked on her. 

“yeah,” she responds, “i know how it feels. to get…lonely like that. so truce.” 

he lets out a breath of relief, threading his fingers through his hair. 

silence, for a moment. he watches her bring the hot drink up to her lips and take a small sip. carmy is the one to break the silence. 

“is that, uh, the reason you’re going on dates, then?” he pries.

“what, because of loneliness?” she asks, warming her hands on the mug. he gives her a small nod, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. 

“yeah. i guess so” she responds, “with these… weirdos that don’t let me know they’re weirdos until it’s too late.” her gaze fixes on a point in front of her, unfocused. she stays like this for a moment, then breaks her trance, eyes coming to carmy’s face. his sweet and handsome face. 

“i’m really glad you were here, by the way.” she adds softly. 

he doesn’t know what to say for a second, shaking his head. trying to push away the anxiety that came with what could’ve happened to her, had he not been on the couch at that exact moment. 

“yeah. me too.” he replies soberly. she watches his serious expression, eyes locked. the girl can’t help but break out into a grin and softly giggle. she leans back against the counter.

“it was kinda sexy, too,” she quips, “watching you get all mad like that.” 

carmy can’t help the smile that breaks his solemnity.

“fuck off,” he amuses, shaking his head. she begins to laugh. he likes it a lot. 

“seriously,” she presses still smiling, “it was-…i liked it.” she gave a nod of her head. 

he just keeps staring at her with a soft smile on his face.

“well i don’t wanna yell at anyone else. so no more guys over.”

“oh yeah?” her tone teasing, “it’s kind of your fault that i even went on a date in the first place” she chimes, taking another sip of tea. 

“my fault?” he asks, eyebrows lifting. 

“yeah. i mean, i wouldn’t have to if you weren’t such a…fucking tease.” she tells him, smiling against the lip of her mug

that was the last thing he expected her to say, letting out a small scoff at her bluntness. 

“i’m the tease?” he asks in disbelief. if only she knew the relentless battles he fought internally from the second he first saw her. she’d been teasing him without knowing it for weeks. 

“you wanted me to beg,” she reminds him, “and then, you left me. i had to fend for myself.” 

he knew. he could hear her through the door. 

“yeah, uh,” he fights the smile that creeps onto his face, “sorry about that.” 

“that’s okay,” she replies, “cause i’m gonna give you payback.” 

“payback?” he amuses, eyes creeping down her face, briefly falling to her chest and admiring the scoop neck dress she wore. okay, maybe not briefly. 

she nods, stepping forward into his personal space, only inches apart. his eyes dart back up to meet hers.  she keeps her gaze locked with his and slides her fingers under his white shirt, ghosting over the deep cut lines of his hips. 

carmen’s breath stills as she hooks the waistband of his pants, leaning in to softly kiss his neck. she peppers sweet kisses up to his ear, then gently catches his lobe in between her teeth. her hands trail up, splaying across his stomach and feeling the firm muscle. carmen clenches his teeth as her lips begin moving along the base of his jaw. 

she had barely touched him and yet that burning sensation begins to creep up his skin. 

once her lips make it to his chin, she straightens and pulls him into her. 

he feels his breath skip.  

the girl hovers her lips over his, giving him only a light impression of touch. the front of her body is flush against his, and she can feel his hardness pressing into her. 

carmy knows exactly what she’s doing, and he doesn’t feel entirely enthusiastic about being teased. 

he glides his hand under her jaw, fingers carding through her hair and resting near the base of her skull. he grabs it tightly and she lets out a soft whimper, lips parting. the sound is too sweet for him to maintain his composure—he wants to taste it. 

carmen pulls her into his lips impatiently, relishing the supple feeling of her mouth. their lips lock together desperately, kisses in tandem. with a last, slow kiss she pulls away with a small grin on her face. his hand still entangles with her hair, eyed fixated on her lips. 

“that all you gonna give me?” he grumbles lowly.

she nods, “mmhm,” and her lip catches between her teeth. 

his free hand comes to grab her side, thumb pressing into her hip bone. she arches into his touch, lids heavy, body increasingly hot. he meets her eyes. 

“you’re…” he exhales, smile creeping at the edges of his lips, “you’re a little brat. y’know that?”  

“you like it,” she argues softly.

she’s wrong, he thinks, he loves it. 

she smooths her hand up his abdomen, fingers pressing into the firm muscle. he tenses under the rousing touch, then groans as she gently drags her nails down the length of his stomach. 

she feels his bulge twitch against her pelvis.

the girl smiles at this, satisfied with her work of payback. she doesn’t give him a chance to respond before she pulls away completely. 

he blinks a few times, processing the loss of heat, watching as she turns to walk out of the kitchen.

he almost follows her, too, but stops in his tracks when she calls goodnight. 

fucking tease. 

-

it was after 1am by the time the girl had showered and completed her nighttime routine, peeling back her duvet and slipping into the silky sheets. 

she tried desperately to clear her mind over the past hour, having difficulty thinking of anything besides her roommate. anything besides how much she had turned herself on in the process of “payback”. 

she lays flat on her back, then turns to her side. then she turns to the other side. then flat on her stomach. the girl releases a sigh of frustration. nothing was comfortable. every inch of her body felt hot. carmy’s lips felt so fucking good. 

the heater is too loud. the streetlights are shining through the curtains. she wants to take him inside of her. 

her hand sneaks underneath the duvet, brushing over her hardened nipples, trailing down her stomach and creeping under the waistband of her panties. 

she thinks about how much she liked kissing him as she begins to drag her finger through her folds. she thinks about how he would always hold himself back. it was easy to tell—he would tighten his jaw and his eyes would get dark, giving her this look at her as if he wanted to devour her whole. she feels herself getting wet, beginning to circle around her clit, frustration at the dull ache within that seemed incurable no matter how much she tried to pleasure herself. 

the girl feels so desperate laying in her bed that she decides she would take whatever carmen would give her.

even if that meant having to beg for it. 

she rips her hand out of her panties and flings the duvet off of her, sharply exhaling as the cool surrounding air kisses her skin. she throws her legs over the side of the bed and stands up. maybe a cold glass of water would help. 

the temperature drops as she exits her room. clad in only underwear and a cropped tank top, goosebumps begin to rise on her skin

as she makes her way down the hallway, curious eyes land on carmen’s cracked door. she stops and takes a peek inside. 

the outside streetlights flood in through his window too, yet there he lay sleeping heavily, completely unbothered. 

she pushes the door open a little more, just out of curiosity. 

he lay on his back, shirtless, with an arm thrown over his face, chest rising and falling steadily. watching him did nothing more than worsen the desire she felt. 

she inches into the room almost uncontrollably, coming to stand next to his bed. 

before she gains enough sense to turn away and leave, she peels back his sheets and slides in next to him. the man shifts a bit, then settles back into his slumber. 

she feels kind of creepy just watching him, but he looks so incredibly handsome in his relaxed state, his plump lips parting with soft exhales. 

she feels such little control over herself, thinking of how she wants to feel him. wants to taste his skin. 

fuck it.

she slowly pulls the sheets down and off of him. he’s wearing a pair of boxer briefs and she can’t help but release a breath of anticipation at the sight. she leans forward and crawls over his sleeping form, straddling him, hands coming to his chest. 

she watches as his head turns and his arm falls from his face, eyes blearily blinking open. 

his eyes meet hers, a stunned expression on his face. 

carmen thinks he’s dreaming at first—the sight above him all too similar to the filthy dreams he had been having lately. 

“uh, hey” he hesitates, voice deep and raspy, heavy with sleep. 

“hi,” she whispers. 

his eyes scan over her form and take in her position. her lack of clothes. she can feel him growing beneath where she sits. 

the girl smiles, giggling softly. 

a lazy smirk grows on his face at this, and he closes his eyes again.

“fingers not doin’ it for you anymore?” 

“shut up,” she retorts, slightly embarrassed. she hates how he knows. “i just wanted to…come see if you were sleeping well,” 

carmy opens his eyes again and his smirk morphs to a grin, arms folding behind his head.

“i was” he confirms, lazily blinking, “but then i got, uh, woken up.” 

“sorry” she sweetly exhales, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “i, um…” her eyes rake down his handsome face, losing her lame excuse completely. she’s silent, zeroed in on his lips with an overwhelming urge to kiss him. she watches them morph to a smile. 

“c’mere,” he whispers, tilting his chin up a bit. she follows his command, almost as if in a trance, leaning forward to capture his lips in a gentle kiss.

it feels blissful, almost like everything besides the two of them fades away. 

soft kisses become deep and the gentleness seems to fade as soon as it starts. the pair mutually quicken the pace of the kisses. they become messier, more desperate. 

the girl leans into him, hand coming to the side of his neck, the other caressing his collarbones. 

carmy chases her increasingly desperate kisses, gripping her hips with both hands, cherishing the feeling of her skin. 

the girl slips her tongue into his mouth and gently moans at the feeling, with which he reciprocates, indulging in the taste of her. his fingers press into her bruisingly. 

she rocks her hips against him. the sensation shoots a spark through her spine, so she continues to rock back and forth, grinding against his bulge, moaning softly into his mouth. 

carmen kisses her roughly, gripping her hips tighter, pulling and pushing her across the length of his cock. 

her panties feel slick, core feels tight, beginning to speed up her gyrations. she can feel the head of his cock through his briefs, and quickly becomes lost in the pleasure, kissing him with a ferocity she hasn’t felt in a long time.

the sensation is incredible to carmen, becoming more pent up by the second. 

she bucks her hips wildly. it feels so fucking good.

he mindlessly tightens his grip on her hips further, and her kisses quickly stop. hips stop. with a sharp inhale and a soft “ow,” her hand comes to his wrist. 

he immediately releases his grip, eyes snapping open. 

“shit, i’m sorry,” he hurriedly apologizes, smoothing his hands over the yet-to-appear bruises—a reminder of why he had tried to force himself to take it slowly with her. “y’okay?” he couldn’t help but feel guilty.

“mhmm,” she confirms, leaning down to give him a soft kiss of reassurance. “so strong,” she murmurs into his lips. he releases the breath he was holding, hands still on her hips. 

“can hardly fuckin’ control myself with you.” he admits guiltily.

“then don’t,” she replies softly, sitting upright. 

carmen’s hand falls over his face, sighing. his fingers card through his messy hair, eyes scanning over the girl. a soft smile twitches at the edge of his lips. 

the young woman sucks in a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves from the moment. her fingers thread under the edge of her tank top, and without saying anything, she slowly peels it over her head. 

carmen groans at the reveal, and she feels a twitch underneath her. his hand comes to grab the side of her waist, thumb stroking over her stomach. he stares at her breasts in awe, trying desperately to memorize the dreamlike sight above him. 

“you’re beautiful,” he marvels, hand sliding up her stomach to her ribs, “y’know that?” fingertips grazing the underside of her breast. 

goosebumps rise on her skin from the light touch. 

“touch me,” she tells him impatiently, pushing her chest out further as to emphasize. 

the man lets out a small scoff at her tone, but gives in, cupping her breast and giving it a soft squeeze. he runs his thumb over her raised nipple, giving it a gentle pull. 

she exhales harshly. it feels as if her blood had become hot, biting down on her lip to refrain from making noise. 

carmy brings his hand to her other breast and repeats: a soft caress, then squeeze, then a tug of her nipple, harder this time. she bucks her hips at this, whimper muffled by the tightness of her teeth around her lip. carmen lets out a soft groan at the momentary friction. 

he can feel the heat from her core over his thinly clothed erection as he touches her. the man marvels at her flushed skin, the curve of her breasts, the shape of her stomach, the expression of pleasure on her face. 

she finds herself aching for the friction of a moment ago, giving another testing buck of her hips. so good.

her hands plant on his chest and she continues to slowly grind back and forth against him. the perfect angle causes her bottom lip to release from her teeth, a moan spilling out into the silence. 

carmen keeps his hands pinned to his sides as he watches her closely, clamping his teeth together, clutching his fists. anything to keep himself from spinning her around and fucking her senseless. 

the girl continues to grind against him, one hand planted on his chest and the other coming up to grab her breast. she’s completely blissed out, but carmen feels hungry—her teasing movements not fully satiating. he can feel her wetness begin to seep through and slick the fabric of his boxers. 

“jesus, you’re fuckin’ killing me,” he strains, feeling his patience wear thin, “do something.” sounding almost like a plead.

she smiles, head falling back in pleasure, continuing to chase her high. her eyelids flutter at the pleasure, rocking back and forth.

carmy groans her name, followed by a “c’mon.” 

“ask nicely” comes her taunt, followed by a breathy laugh, continuing to pleasure herself. 

carmen decides he’s done playing with her. he plants his arm on the bed and sits up quickly, pushing her back against the bed, watching her eyes snap open to protest the loss of pleasure. 

“quiet,” he demands, cutting her off. she shuts her mouth, a look of disappointment on her face. he dips down to nuzzle her neck and hide his forming smile, peppering gentle kisses into her skin. her smell is almost intoxicating. carmen grips her waist as he kisses her neck slowly trailing down to her collarbones. he hooks his thumb into the side of her panties and shuffles them down her thighs. 

the girl breathes heavily, skin tingling in the wake of his touch. 

the man dips his hand into her panties, fingers slipping between her folds, feeling her wetness. 

“fuck,” he growls into her neck, “all this for me?” beginning to slowly circle her clit, the noise of her slickness like music to the man. 

she stays quiet, eyelids as heavy as her breathing. 

“hm? c’mon” he pushes, coming up from her neck and looking her in the eye, “tell me, pretty girl.” 

the name causes her chest to flutter, allowing a soft whimper to spill from her lips. the intensity of the sensation in tandem with his eye contact makes her feel dizzy. makes her less embarrassed about showing appreciation. 

“s’all for you, carm” she softly moans.

his fingers continue softly circling around the bundle of nerves, every few moments dipping into her opening to collect more wetness. 

she teases down his abdomen and slips into his briefs, wrapping around his erection. 

carmen softly groans, then inserts a finger, beginning to drag it in and out along her walls. she softly gasps at the feeling, and he can feel her squeeze his cock. 

“more,” she demands softly, starting to stroke him. 

he obeys, inserting a second finger, feeling more resistance now. she gasps. 

he plants a gentle kiss on her cheek, then shuffles down to kiss at her breasts. down where she couldn’t stroke him anymore. the loss of her touch feels cold, so he fucks her with his fingers a little faster to make up for it.

as he sucks her nipple into his mouth, she can feel her juices trickling down her thighs and onto the bed, a bit embarrassed about the mess she can feel herself making on his sheets. 

wet squelching sounds start to reverberate through the quiet room as carmy speeds his fingers up, softly nipping at her perked bud. the girl claps a hand over her mouth, muffling a boisterous moan. 

“hand off,” he growls, sending her a warning glance. she ignores him and closes her eyes, continuing to muffle her sounds of desperation, biting into her hand. 

his jaw clenches, and he pauses his movements. with his free hand he grabs her one wrist, then the other, and pins them over her head. 

the girl’s eyes snap open, and she attempts to fight against his single-handed hold. she gives her best effort, but in her weakened state her struggles do nothing against the man’s strength, so she just huffs. 

carmen scoffs at this, towering over her, beginning to slowly resume the movement of his fingers inside of her. he watches her face closely as he continues—studying the way her eyelids flutter, how her lips part, how her breathing picks up again, how she tries so desperately to hold onto her moans by biting into the flesh of her lips. 

he draws his fingers completely out of her, then slowly reinserts them, curling upwards and beginning to rhythmically thrust them into her. she releases the hold of her lip with a loud moan, unable to stifle it at the new positioning of his fingers. he smiles, having accomplished his goal. his fingers curl further into her. 

the girl begins to feel a bit of panic, an intense and unfamiliar sensation building up within her stomach. not an orgasm, but a deep, hot, wet feeling. with her arms pinned above her head, all she can do is take it.  

carmen speeds up the motion, thumb coming to brush against her clit. 

“fuck!” she yelps, arching into his touch. her mouth falls open, unashamed moans starting to pour out. his pace is relentless, and it feels too good to try and refrain anymore. 

“yeah?” he asks, tone cool and calm, getting a sick type of pleasure from watching her unravel beneath him. he curls his fingers up further, hand becoming soaked with her arousal. 

“mmh-carm, that’s-” she’s cut off by another whine, gaze flickering down to where he was rhythmically pounding his fingers into her. “ah-you…mmmh sogood,” she babbles, completely lost in his touch. 

carmy feels his composure crumbling, groaning at the way she was reacting. 

“c’mon, baby, let go,” he growls, palm sloppily smacking against her clit as he drives his fingers into her. her eyes roll back a bit, and with a final few curls of his fingers she does exactly what he says and lets go, giving into the sensation. the hot, wet tightness within her core bursts, flooding throughout her whole body. 

“fuuckk” she hears him groan, his voice seeming distant. 

her muscles convulse with orgasm, eyes tightly shut and mouth open. everything feels so wet. his fingers slow in pace, remaining deeply lodged inside her, releasing the grip of her wrists from overhead. 

it seems as if the only thing she can concentrate on is trying to remember how to breathe. as she struggles to blink her eyes open, she’s met with a handsome face that stares back at her with what seems like both shock and amazement.

“whathappened?” she jumbledly breathes out. 

he just groans again, dipping down to kiss the girl, big hand grabbing her face. his fingers are wet and sticky on her face. she eagerly reciprocates his kiss, hands coming to feel his chest, a pulsing in her lower stomach. 

carmy plants a kiss to her cheek then sits upright again. she pushes herself up onto her forearms, attempting to reorient. her gaze comes to where he kneels, then falls on the dark spot on the sheets that surrounds them, as if something had spilled. her brows furrow as she pulls her eyes back up to carmy. his face is flushed and pupils dilated, gripping onto the backs of her thighs. 

“you, uh…. god that was fucking hot,” he says with an unwavering stare. 

“did i do that?” she gasps, “fuck, i’m sorry, i’ve never-” hand coming over her mouth in embarrassment, “i’ll wash your sheets. or buy you new ones.” her face turns hot and red. 

he swipes his fingers over her opening, collecting her wetness, then sucks them into his mouth. 

her eyes widen, watching him savor the taste of her. 

“carm, say something,” she begs, still partially mortified. 

“you taste good,” he replies, pulling her closer by her thighs. there’s an animalistic glint in his eyes. 

“not about that,” she looks away out of embarrassment. 

“m’gonna make you do it again,” he strains, pulling down the band of his boxers and allowing his erection to spring free. he works to shuffle them down his thighs.

her short-lived embarrassment dissipates completely at the sight of his cock. he’s thick, and slightly curved, throbbing with arousal, emerging from a dark bush of curls. her breath hitches, and she almost moans at the sight, instinctively spreading her legs further apart for him.

carmen grabs a pillow and lifts her legs, tucking it under her tailbone and pulling her in closely. he begins to glide his head in between her folds, collecting her slick. he nudges against her clit, and she gasps, covering her mouth.  

“y’okay?” he checks, locking eyes with her. she nods her head. 

“mhm, just….be gentle,” she pleads, “please,” slightly intimidated by his girth. 

“i will be,” he nods, giving her a sincere look, “promise.”

she nods back, a signal to go ahead. 

carmy pushes against her opening, slipping his head in slowly. they release a breathy moan in tandem.

he pushes forward until he finds resistance at less than halfway in.  

“fuck,” she pants, hand flying up to grab his wrist. 

“doin’ so good,” he praises, “tell me when you want me to keep going.”

the girl nods, eyes shutting tightly, trying to adjust to the imposing stretch. she releases her grip on him, trailing her fingers down her body to rub circles into her clit. she feels herself relax a bit at the pleasure as carmy’s eyes stay glued to her, watching her every move with enthusiasm. her slow circles speed up ever so slightly, letting out a gentle moan, droopy eyes coming to meet those of the man above her. it feels so good, and she clenches around him. the only thing that would make it better would be-

“kiss me,” she pleads. 

he studies her swollen lips, flushed face, sweet doe eyes—he can’t help but mindlessly obey, caging her with his forearms.

the intoxicating mix of carmen’s kisses and the work of her fingers help her relax. the grip on his wrist loosens, and carmen is able to fully sink in. he pushes forward until his hips are completely flush with hers, moaning into her mouth. she matches it with a gasp. 

the girl can’t believe how full she feels. It’s almost hard to breathe, nails digging into carmy’s bicep. he pulls away from the kiss, thumb coming to stroke the side of her cheek. 

“doin’ okay?” he asks softly. 

she has to take a moment to find her words, overcome with a dizzy head high. 

“fuck, it’s s-so big,” she stammers, both hands now gripping onto his biceps for dear life. 

he can’t help the surge that runs through him at her words, small smirk tugging at the edge of his lip. 

“yeah?” 

“mmhmmm.”

“too much f’you? want me to take it out?” he teases, knowing full well what her answer would be. 

“no!” her eyes snap open “so good, carmy. want you to fuck me.” 

he groans. 

“give it a sec. play with ‘yrself some more. fuckin’ gripping me down there.”

her chest flutters at the sound of his voice—the low growl of it that seemed to resonate through her bones. 

“please,” she begs, pressing a kiss to his lips, “want it so bad,” another kiss, “i can take it.” 

he tightens his jaw, feeling his cock twitch inside of her at the desperation in her tone. 

“you tell me if it’s too much, okay?” he asserts, hand grabbing her waist to steady himself, sitting up. she eagerly nods her head. 

carmy begins to slowly ease out, his length dragging along her tight walls, then pushes his hips forward gently, sinking into her fully. her mouth falls open, a whiny breath spills out. 

he repeats this again, this time snapping his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt. her hands smooth up his biceps and wrap behind his neck, tangling in his hair. she pulls him down to her lips, and kisses him with frenzy, then peppers kisses along his cheek and jawline.

the man swears he’s miraculously died and gone straight to heaven, even though he hadn’t been to church in ages. 

the way she smells, the feeling of her lips trailing along his face, the fucking vice grip her pussy wrapped around him with. it’s all like heaven. 

he moves slowly, rolling his hips to softly thrust in and out of her. 

the girl responds enthusiastically, bucking her hips up to accommodate him further. it feels incredible, but it’s not enough for either of them. 

he wants to be gentle with the girl, try and counter the thoughts that pop in his head whenever he looks at her. he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to stop himself if he gives in. 

so he forces himself to take it slow. and gentle and sweet. 

but the girl keeps bucking her hips up to take more of him, frustrated that he won’t get the message.

“faster,” she whines, placing a few more kisses along his face. 

he ignores her, leaning down to nuzzle her neck. his hand trails downwards, wedging it in between them to lightly rub her clit. his pace stays lazy and soft, kissing her neck. 

“carmy,” she complains, fingers carding up through his hair, “give it to me.”

he just ignores her, slowing the pace of his fingers and biting her neck. 

she gasps and yanks his hair.  

“fuck me already,” she huffs, pout on her lips. 

he growls into her neck, then pulls back, looking at her. his eyes had grown dark, eyebrows slightly twitching. a completely different expression than the soft one he wore previously. 

this one was much hungrier. 

he sits straight up, pulling her legs to be flush with his shoulders, then he practically bends her in half, hands pressing down on the backs of her thighs. 

she flushes at the new position, feeling entirely vulnerable, but too overwhelmed with lust to do anything about it. she goes to say something, but he cuts her off by snapping his hips against hers, driving himself deeply inside of her. her mouth falls open into an o shape, taken aback by the sudden change in angle. she can feel every inch of him this way, so fucking full she can’t even seem to form a thought. 

carmen eases out of her, then sinks inside again, hips slamming against hers. this time she lets out a throaty gasp, eyes droopy, completely transfixed by the sight of him above her. his chest was flushed, a light sheen of sweat glistening on his skin. she wanted to lick it off. his messy curls bounce in time with his movements. 

he pulls back again, and snaps his hips forward, releasing a deep groan. 

she feels too full to make any sounds besides the needy gasps that pour plentifully from her lips. 

carmy smirks down at the girl, studying her blissed out expression with a sense of pride as he continually thrusts into her. his eyes fall to watch her breasts bounce in conjunction with his thrusts, and he can’t help but grab one, squeezing, brushing his thumb over her perked nipple. she arches into his touch. 

he increases his pace, hips beginning to drive into her harder. 

she can feel herself slipping into a cloudy haze, the consistent slap of his hips against hers almost meditative, a red hot pleasure circulating through her whole body. 

“look at me,” he orders, tweaking her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. 

she didn’t even realize she had shut her eyes, forcing them back open to meet his gaze. 

he slides his fingers down her stomach, over her pubic hair, coming to rub her clit. slick noises fill the room as his movements are eagerly met with more and more wetness. 

she studies his handsome face, watches how his eyebrows scrunch, how he bites down onto his lip and flares his nostrils ever so slightly. she wants to have his babies, she thinks in her haze. in that moment she would willingly take anything he gave her. 

she opens her mouth to express her gratitude, but all that comes out is a loud moan. 

“yeah? y’like that?” he asks, hiking her leg further up onto his shoulder. 

“mm-hmmm,” she cries in between breaths, wincing at how deep he was going, but somehow wanting even more. 

“tell me, pretty girl. use those words.” he plants a kiss to the inside of her ankle and keeps thrusting into her. 

“fuck,” she cries, “so good, carm. sososo good.”

his circles around her clit speed up, and the pleasure pushes her to continue, embarrassment out the window. 

“love it,” she gasps, “i love it. you fuck me so good,” beginning to babble, “please don’t stop. please don’t ever stop.” 

a grin breaks his face at this, and he drives into her faster, a wet slapping resounding through the room. he kisses her ankle again, then her foot. 

“whatever you want,” he tells her sincerely. “fuckin’ perfect, y’know that?” another kiss on her foot, “like you were fuckin’ made for me.”

she opens her mouth, but her rationality kicks in and thinks it might be too early to ask him to put a baby in her. she opts to take a less direct approach. 

“cum in me,” a breathy plead, “please,” locking eyes with him. he gives a slight shake of his head, surprised by her words. surprised by how mindlessly he wants to obey. 

“fuck,” he enunciates, “you know i can’t.” the justification of why barely makes it to his mind, overcome with the flood of arousal from her words. 

“i want it,” she whines. her legs slip from his shoulders and wrap around his back, pulling him in close. he releases a groan, sinking further into her, slowing his movements and beginning to punctuate his thrusts. he leans down and kisses her neck. 

“i said no,” he growls, “be fuckin’ good.”

she bites his shoulder. hard enough to sting. 

“ah-f’you keep acting like a brat i’m gonna fuck you like one,” he warns, hands holding her firmly in place. 

she grins, then bites him again, this time on his bicep. and much harder. 

carmen feels himself run out of patience, sitting up and pulling out of her. he shuffles off the bed and stands, and before she can open her mouth to complain, he yanks her up by the arm. his hand presses on her upper back and shoves her into the mattress, grabbing her hips and lifting her to arch to his liking. 

the girl feels slightly humiliated by the vulnerable position, yet finds it does nothing but make the tingling heat of her body intensify. 

she notices her cheek is wet—he had shoved her face first into the spot she made earlier. at this, she lets out an unenthusiastic groan. 

“yeah well, i told you to fuckin’ behave,” he responds, collecting some of her slick and coating it over his cock, stroking a few times. “was tryin’ to go easy on you.” he begins to press the head into her, eliciting a breathy sigh. “but you don’t want me to, huh?” he sinks the rest of the way in. “you’ve been wanting me to give it to you rough, yeah?” 

he buries himself to the hilt, and she gasps, feeling fuller than she ever thought possible. 

“no,” comes her breathy protest into the mattress. he wasn’t wrong. at all. but she had too much pride to admit it, so instead she argues. 

carmy scoffs.

“yeah? that why you’re fuckin’ soaking me? cause you don’t want it?”

he pulls back, dragging along her walls, then thrusts forward. the girl yelps, and takes a deep breath. 

“i’m not,” comes her sharp retort, forearms coming to the bed and pushing herself up. 

carmen drags his fingers up her inner thigh, collecting some of her juices that had trickled down, wordlessly holding them in front of her so she could see. 

her cheeks feel hot. she doesn’t say anything, instead turns her face away from his glistening fingers. he grabs her jaw and pulls her back, pushing his coated fingers into her mouth. the girl makes a noise of disagreement, but doesn’t move away. she swirls her tongue around him, sucking his fingers clean. 

he was right, she does taste sweet. 

carmy drags his fingers out of her mouth slowly, catching her lip on the way down, and wraps around her neck, pressing gently. only enough to remind her who was in charge. 

she willingly submits to the pleasure, arching back against him, growing impatient with his lack of movement. 

she begins to ease herself forward, then rock back onto him selfishly, working to help alleviate some of the pressure that had built within her. 

he lets her, for a moment, admiring the way she bounces against him, watching as she desperately tried to satiate herself. 

he leans forward to plant a kiss to her cheek, fingers still wrapped around her throat, and begins to drive his hips forward to match her movements. 

“yes,” she cries, hoping to god he wouldn’t stop again.  

he doesn’t, continuing to rhythmically thrust into her, filling her up and stretching her out. her hand flies down to her clit and begins softly rubbing, keeping in time with the movement of his hips. she can’t help the plentiful sounds that spill from her lips—sounds of motivation for the man. 

carmen, on the other hand, clenches his teeth together tightly and anchors himself by gripping her hip with his free hand, leaning over her. 

he’s wanted to cum since the second he slipped into her, actively working to refrain and make it last as long as possible. 

her juices begin to flow uncontrollably, completely covering his cock, sticking to his pubic hair. 

everything was wet, and hot, and felt so fucking good. 

the man wants to stay in this very moment for eternity, he thinks.

a particularly deep thrust makes the girl cry out voraciously, a primal cry that seemed to ignite something in him. 

his hand moves from her hip to her upper arm and he pulls her upright. she leans her head against his shoulder, and he wraps a strong arm around her torso, hand coming to hold her neck once again. 

the girl can barely support herself, legs trembling as carmen beings to increase the ferocity of his thrusts. the new angle situates him impossibly deeper—that familiar deep, wet feeling of heat starting to re-emerge within her stomach. his free hand trails down to her clit to help her climb higher.

carmy’s thrusts begin to cause wet squelching sounds. she completely loses herself in the sensation, mind blank with bliss, feeling tears begin to leak from her eyes. 

he grabs her jaw and plants a rough kiss on her cheek. his lips become wet with her tears. 

“that feel good, baby?” he hums into her skin, bucking up into her relentlessly. 

“so good, carm,” she cries, gripping onto his arm for dear life, “love it. so so good.” 

“fuck” he growls, shifting his hips further up into her, eliciting a yelp from the girl. 

“thank you,” she mindlessly moans, “thankyouthankyouthankyou.”

he grins, grabbing her jaw tighter. another rough kiss on her cheek. 

“where’d that fuckin’ attitude go, huh?” plowing forward into her, biting her neck. 

she just whimpers, body falling limp against him. he effortlessly holds her up right where he wants her and continues drilling his hips forward. 

“carmy, i’m- ah,” her mouth agape, “‘sgonna happen again,” she warns. he maintains his relentless pace, skin slapping against hers. 

“let it go, pretty girl. i got you,” he assures, face scrunching, muscles tightening, trying to keep his own orgasm at bay long enough to pull her through. 

with a primal cry of pleasure, she does exactly what he says and lets go. 

it’s a flood of heat through her body, a release so satiating she thinks she‘ll be addicted for life. her vision goes spotty, ears start ringing, mind becoming numbingly empty for a moment. her fingernails leave marks along carmen’s arm from how hard she grips, using him as her last remaining tether to reality. 

her breathing becomes rapid, body overstimulated with his continual thrusts. it’s almost too much, and then it’s nothing at all, feeling him pull out with a loud groan. feeling warm ropes shoot across her lower back. feeling him gently lower her down onto the wet bed. feeling her legs start to shake as the orgasm begins to subside. 

a few moments go by. she feels a cold wet rag clean off her back. she feels his hand rub over her ass, feeling it be squeezed. she doesn’t move. she can’t move. 

“hey.” 

his voice is so distant, sounding like he’s talking through a tin can. she feels him push her onto her side. she feels him smooth her hair out of her face.

she can’t seem to open her eyes. 

she can’t even seem to breathe without panting.

her entire body feels tingly. 

“hey,” comes again, this time a little closer, “y’okay?” 

she can’t respond. It’s like she forgot how to vocalize. 

carmen gently pats the side of her face. she doesn’t respond, so he does it a little harder. her eyes blink open at the soft smacks. 

her eyes meet his. they’re so blue, hazed with a slight expression of worry. 

“hi,” she whispers once she’s found her words. he’s so handsome, she thinks. his cheeks are flushed. his lips are swollen. 

“hi,” he softly smiles, “y’okay? was that too much?” 

she shakes her head no, a blissed out grin forming on her face. 

“mm. i liked it. a lot,” she tells him earnestly. 

“yeah? earlier you were saying you loved it,” he teases, smoothing her hair back behind her ear. she opens her mouth to respond but shuts it, rolling her eyes. 

there was that attitude again, carmen thinks to himself. 

“your bed is wet,” she complains, rolling onto her back and pushing herself up onto her forearms. 

“who’s fault is that?” he asks, an eyebrow lifting. 

she holds onto his bicep and pulls herself up, sitting on the edge of the bed. he sits next to her. 

“yours,” she responds. 

he scoffs. 

“it is,” she huffs, head resting on his shoulder, “i’ve never done that before. it felt…crazy.” 

the comment makes him feel big headed, a surge of pride and possessiveness that he’s the only one who’s ever made her feel that way. he doesn’t say it, though. just wraps his arm around the girl and kisses her head. 

a quiet settles between them. the yellow of the streetlights through the window gives the room a dreamlike glow. the time on the clock shows that it’s an ungodly hour to be awake. carmen thinks of taking a personal day. 

“wanna take a shower?” she asks softly, leaning up to kiss his neck, hand on his thigh. 

“that-” he exhales as she nips his neck, “sounds really nice,” his own hand coming to cover hers. his were so big comparatively. another moment of quiet. 

“i don’t think i can stand,” she admits, breaking the silence. he lets out a laugh. 

-

the silky sheets wrap around entangled limbs, draping the two lovers in a soft sleepy haze. 

the girl had to offer her own bed up for sleeping arrangements, given that carmen’s bed was completely soaked. 

their legs intertwine, feet rub together, skin smooths against skin as they lay facing each other. 

the cracked window allows an early november chill to sweep through the room. the girl gives a small shiver, and carmy pulls the blanket up over her bare shoulder, wrapping his arm around her back. 

they remain in a comfortable silence, both nearly delirious in the early hour, but too giddy to fall asleep. 

she studies his face in the close proximity, eyes smoothing over the small scar on his cheek, the light freckles that scatter his skin, the alluring curve of his nose. 

it feels almost as intimate as their shared shower, where they had tenderly washed each other’s hair and studied each other’s nudity in the light. he had called her beautiful. she returned the compliment. he held her up in the shower on account of her shaky legs, kissing her lovingly under the stream of the hot water, fingers gripping onto her as if he was scared she’d vanish into thin air. 

all that she was scared of happening had happened. she found herself completely infatuated with the man, the mere thought of him making her stomach flutter.

she tries to push it out of her mind, as she lay studying his face, that she only had a little over a month before she would leave chicago. as much as she tried to push it away, though, it came back. 

she doesn’t realize she’s furrowing her brows until carmen reaches up to touch her forehead, smoothing his thumb over the scrunch. 

she meets his eyes, and immediately feels a soothing sensation. 

his hand slides down the side of her face and cups it, thumb rubbing over her lip. 

“whatcha thinkin’ about?” he asks softly. 

she stays quiet for a moment, not sure how to express herself, chewing on her lip trying to piece together her words. he gently pulls it from between her teeth, his eyes fixed on her face, studying every emotion. 

she takes a deep breath. 

“i really like you, carmy,” her admission comes as a whisper. 

a tear escapes down her cheek, and she feels stupid because of it. 

“hey,” he soothes, thumb swiping away the stray tear, “c’mere.”

he pulls her into an embrace, arms engulfing her smaller frame. he rubs her back, and presses a kiss to the top of her head. 

“this about california?” the man asks after a moment. 

she doesn’t answer, just nuzzles her face into his neck. 

“we still have some time, yeah?” he consoles, “and it won’t be forever. you can come back and visit.” 

he stays positive, partially to reassure himself as well. 

“okay,” she murmurs into his neck, pressing herself closer to him. 

she thinks it might’ve been a mistake to have started something she can’t finish. 

it might’ve been a mistake to even entertain the idea at all. 

but even still, he’s so warm, smells so nice, feels so incredibly safe. 

he runs his fingers through her hair and kisses her temple, holding her tightly. 

it feels so good she thinks it can’t be a mistake. 

right?

next part

[steddiealltheway]

Steve gets a, “U up?” text at 2am from a girl he matched with on Tinder a few days ago. He’s not too upset about it, but he’s not too excited about it.

He also really isn’t doing anything, and maybe he’s awake for a reason.

He replies quickly and moves to snap, typing away with the girl before she asks for a pic. Steve sighs and half heartedly takes a dick pic, scrolling to his “E” contacts to send to Evie.

He’s surprised that she doesn’t respond quickly. But he’s not really paying too much attention as he scrolls through TikTok.

He perks up a bit when he sees a snap notification from Eddie. What’s he doing up at 2am?

He goes to the chat and sees his message, fuck, hope that was meant for me. If not, don’t open the picture I sent.

Steve stares at the red filled square next to the “tap to view”. This will entirely ruin their friendship, and they never can return from it.

And that’s exciting as hell.

The next morning, Steve wakes up to a sweet good morning text from Eddie, and a text from Robin reading, WHEREE IS OUR #1 BEST FRIEND STAYUS ON SNAP???? WHI DID I LOSE JT TOO STEVEN?!?!?!?!?!

Steve opens his phone and sends a quick heart emoji to Eddie before taking a deep breath before FaceTiming Robin.

This will be fun.

[nvuy]

omg did u see the sunday leaks ab his path and element..... hes also suspected to be released in 2.7 😭😭😭 sunday lovers r in agony rn

sunday potential leaks under cut;

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i always had this thing where you are an on call mechanic and you travel to planets and people commission you to fix their cars or their ships or whatever. you own a little warehouse on your home planet, whatever whatever.

you love your job. you’re also a bit of a grouch though. bit snarky, sarcastic, but you can offer some good advice if you need to.

you also happen to be the mechanic elio calls on when their ship needs repairs. it’s all completely secret. they call you in, you come on board, fix their shit, they pay you nicely, and then you leave.

you know them all well enough by now.

you’ve got elio who, when you come on board, says, “oh, by the way, watch the stairs on your way down.” (and surely enough you end up toppling down because there’s a loose step and you bruise your knee) (thanks for the warning). sometimes, you’re convinced he breaks their mangy old coffee machine just so you can visit again.

kafka loves to mess with you, but she means well. she enjoys a good chat, and sometimes when she’s not busy, she’ll follow you down to the engine and bring coffee. she drinks it black. gross.

she’ll ask about you, what you’ve been up to, how you’re feeling, whatever whatever. calls you beautiful, too. you guys probably kissed once. it’s sort of complicated.

blade is unfortunately your favourite. you love giving him giant hugs when you cross paths on the ship, and sometimes it’s like a reward when he returns the favour. at first you thought he was some big brooding hulk of a man, and then you learned he’s actually just some dude with really big arms. you also learn he owns bunny slippers and he likes pancakes, as weird as that is.

silver wolf cooks them best. you don’t really speak to her; she’s way too absorbed in her phone, but she thinks you’re cool. sometimes asks you questions about her PC or phone hardware and stuff, to which you reply, “i’m not tech support, weirdo.” she knows that, but your reactions are always fun. if kafka’s not around, she’ll show you the clothes she’s planning to buy online.

so you’re a common occurrence on the shuttle, sure. imagine your damn surprise when you stomp on board in the morning and when kafka greets you over her coffee, you accidentally shoulder check some random skinny dude (that’s not elio, because elio wouldn’t stand in the way at all) when you open the door.

you don’t pay it mind.

rather, you barely even notice and stalk over to the stupid machine while elio waves you a good morning. as you’re working, kafka leans on the bench next to you and offers you some of her coffee. it’s gross, but it keeps you awake enough to finish the job.

she’s chatting about whatever again until she falls comfortably silent.

“so, uh…” the machine buzzes to life as you plug it back into the wall. “what’s with angel face?”

she hums. “sunday.” she’s watching him now. silver wolf is showing him something on her phone, and he looks hilariously confused. “poor bird’s lost. flew too close to the sun.”

whatever that meant.

she takes her mug back from her hands. “why? like him?”

you hum lowly. when you turn and lock eyes with him, sunday quickly looks back down at silver wolf’s phone.

“handsome.” you weigh your options. “i think we’ll get along just fine.”

you were both doomed from the start, you and sunday. the pining was so obvious. you both practically chased each other around and then played it off as a coincidence when you bumped into to each other.

blade took it no mind, silver wolf gagged every time you two interacted. elio thought it was sweet, actually (he’s not surprised at how you two have developed). kafka plays wingwoman, because of course she does. she won’t voice it, but she thinks you both deserve to feel love again.

[empressdede]

Me, U & Jealousy - Chapter 1

Chapter One

“We’ll have Kayla give you the run around with how everything should be set up and she’ll help you get things going. Congratulations on your first day, good luck.” Eddie, a backstage producer had told me before walking off.

I was just hired on as an interviewer for WWE and I couldn’t really say I was that excited. Although this is a big opportunity for me, there was a couple people from my past who were here that I wish I could’ve left in the past.

But when my best friend, Jada, told me about the opportunity, I couldn’t let it slip through my fingers.

“I know it may seem scary but once you get acquainted with everyone, it’ll be easier for you.” Kayla starts as she takes over the tour. “Everyone here is very nice, so don’t be intimidated so easily.”

I let out a laugh, shaking my head at her. “Kayla I don’t think there’s a person here who can intimidate me. I don’t frighten easy.” It was true though. No matter how big, tall or muscular someone could be, it didn’t phase me at all. Not even a little bit.

Kayla laughed right back, “Okay, Good. I know most people come in and they’re so afraid to mess up because they work for such a big company; but I think you have enough confidence to do a great job.”

“Thank you Kayla, that really means a lot coming from you.”

“No problem girl. We’ll go around and introduce you to everyone backstage so that you can-“

“I know that ain’t who I think it is!” A voice called out from afar, and I had to keep myself from rolling my eyes. So much for keeping them in the past.

Kayla and I turned around to watched the entire bloodline walk up to us. Unfortunately I grew up with these fools, our parents were close and they always had us hanging out together. The Uso brothers and Roman were older so they didn’t hang out with me as much as their little brother did.

“We heard you was coming, but we thought Ma was just talking just to talk. Damn, look at lil Sorai.” Jonathon teased as he pulled me into a hug.

I gave him the hug in return but kept it short, pulling away from him. “I’m not lil Sorai, I’m grown now Jon.”

Joshua threw his arm around my neck to pull me into a hug as well. “She think cause she gain a lil weight she grown.” Josh laughed and I rolled my eyes.

“I’m a grown women, thank you.” I stated, pulling back from that hug as well. “I pay big girl bills now just like the rest of em.”

“Don’t think just cause you ‘grown’ you think you can walk around doing whatever. Joe on a mission to keep that whole locker room away from you.” Josh stated, throwing quotations around the word ‘grown’ as if it meant nothing to him.

And in reality, it probably didn’t. Seeing these boys did nothing but push those big brother instincts that they had over me back in high school.

They would run everyone away from me if they could. No boy stood a chance against these boys, and I wasn’t about to let them repeat my high school life all over again.

“Guys, Its been a couple of year. Don’t you think it’s time to drop this big brother act already? I mean We’re all grown now.”

It was Joe who spoke up this time. “Grown? You think she look grown Josh?”

“Nah not even a little bit, what about you Uce?” Josh asked, turning to his twin.

“Still look like the same lil Sorai from the playground. Ain’t that right Solo?” Jon asked his little brother.

Solo stared at me with the most intense look in his eyes before answering his brother. “Yeah, same lil Sorai from the playground.” He agreed, a small smirk on his face.

Solo fucking Sikoa. Damn I couldn’t stand him. Ever since we were kids, he would always teased me about every little thing and made sure to irritate my last nerve just to get a laugh. But it wouldn’t be like that this time around, I’m gonna make sure of that.

“I see you still can’t stand up for yourself Sefa. Guess some things never change.”

“It’s Solo.” He tried to correct but I shrugged him off turning to Kayla who looked amused from the whole interaction.

“Kayla, these fools are my wanna be brothers who tried to scare everyone away from me back in high school.” I stated, giving her the history of how I knew them.

“We don’t try to do nothing. We’ve successfully ran every lame away from lil Sorai because she don’t got time for heart break.” Jon bragged which caused me to roll my eyes.

“It’s a little too late for that. Listen as much as I would love to play catch up, Me and Kayla got things to do and I won’t be caught slacking on my first day. “ I turned around and started walking in the opposite direction of the group of boys to follow Kayla to wherever she had to take me.

“Aye Kayla, when y’all finish up bring her to our locker room so she can know where its at. That way we can play catch up!” Jonathan called out. Kayla let out a shout of agreement with a playful smirk on her face as we continued down the hall.

“So,” Kayla started as soon as we were out of earshot. “Wanna tell me the history behind that?” She asked teasingly.

Oh Lord.

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Let me know watchu guys think so far. Gimme some love though😭🫶🏾 like, comment and repost

[ashdreams2023]

Hello! Can u do one where Snape and student reader has a platonic bantering relationship? Like Snape favors them a lot and students and teachers clearly notices but Snape and Student likes to go back and forth with petty insults. Kinda like making the other students and professors confused if Snape actually favors them or not. But when someone insults the other they would passionately defend them. Something along the lines of "only I can insult Snape/Student" It can be like Snape is complaining abt Student to McGonagall then suddenly McGonagall agrees and adds her complaints making Severus defend student suddenly. Or when Student is complaining to her friends abt how awful Snape is but when her friends insult him she also defends him. HAHAHAHA i don't know if it makes sense so I understand if u can't make it lol.

Git

Platonic severus snape x reader

Severus didn’t like when students disrespected him, just because he’s young didn’t mean he wasn’t worthy out it.

That’s one of many reasons he’s so strict, students just learn to stay out of his way like that but then again there we’re always the ones who just didn’t get the hint.

And one of them was you.

Honestly you were bound to be trouble the second you opened your mouth in his classroom, left him gritting his teeth and furiously angry at the house you were from.

You were blunt, annoying and hotheaded.

"But Professor just one last chance! You need too you know this was not my best performance!"

"Sounds like a you problem."

It would be like that then after some more nagging he would give in because you we’re starting to give him a headache and he couldn’t give you detention for asking for help.

At one point he just gave up with your tactics all together and what made it worse was that you kept your promises, you did your work, participated in class, and regardless of the back talk and half assed comments at each other you were not, dare he say…insufferable but just more tolerable than most.

Although minerva likes to say you’re his favorite but he denies it every time, he doesn’t have favorites and he merely tolerates you.

"Severus due give this to young miss [——] when you go to the great hall"

"Do I look like an owl Minerva?" He said irritated.

The older professor gave him a look before he groaned and took the textbook and went on his way to the great hall where students were starting to gather in for lunch.

The great hall was buzzing with chatter, students were too busy to notice him enter and he liked it that way, he looked around then landed his eyes on you sitting on the gryffindor table to his pleasure, chatting with potter and granger.

He approached you slowly but stopped when he heard potter mentioning him.

"I swear I can’t do it anymore! If I get another troll on my next assignment I’m gonna try convincing Dumbledore that it’s not necessary in the curriculum"

"Don’t be dramatic, potions just need some focusing and if you tried not picking fight with snape things would be easier, I know he’s an ass but come on" you replied.

Hermione cleared her throat "it’s Professor Dumbledore Harry and professor snape to you!" She pointed at you but you just shrugged "moral of the story she’s right Harry you just need to focus, try to pay attention in class instead of neglecting your grades just to spite professor snape"

Harry crossed his arms "easy for her to say, she’s his favorite, it’s honestly starting to piss me off! He’s a git who only cares about his own house and I hope he does get that dark arts position at least then he would leave hogwarts one way or another!"

Harry regretted his words the second they left his mouth, the look you gave him was a mix of shock and angry.

"What is wrong with you?! I know he’s a git, he’s unfair and sometimes plain unreasonable when he feels like it but wishing death on him just because you dislike him!"

"[——] calm down Harry didn’t mean it like that!"

"That’s not-"

"That’s exactly what you meant Harry! He’s mean but he’s not a monster" you said all of that while not realizing snape was standing right there, watching and observing the whole thing.

It made his chest a tad tight, he hated the feeling but the look of absolute shame on Harry’s face made him satisfied.

Maybe he does have favorites.

"Snape? What are you doing with my textbook!" You said finally noticing him standing there with you transfigurations textbook. He scoffed and handed you the textbook.

"You brats would lose your head if it they weren’t attached to your body"

You frowned and took your textbook from him.

"I remember important stuff…like washing my hair" you smirked

Snape glared at you, screw what he just thought, you were still annoying.

[anonymous-hopeful]

hcs for francis and nacha if you haven’t already? <3 they make my brain rot in the best way possible

TYSM IF U DO THIS REUQEST! if you can’t, don’t worry! i love all your hcs 😭🫶

Two asks for Francis and Nacha! How could I not make a headcanon for them?

Headcanon below!

While most couples would panic at the thought of suddenly needing to raise a child together...Nacha and Francis were actually no different. They were both young and starry-eyed adults at the time, with Nacha going to culinary school and Francis going through college. They were well into planning their future together, saving what they could from their part time jobs (Nacha as a cook in a local restaurant, Francis as a milkman) while using the rest to pay the rest on their shared apartment...

...and then, it happened.

Of course young lovers do what young lovers do, and a few weeks later, Nacha started feeling a little different than usual. Being a concerned boyfriend, Francis urged Nacha to get seen by the doctor, and Nacha, wanting Francis not to worry (while also wanting to make sure she was alright) scheduled the appointment.

When she returned to their apartment after, the two of them locked eyes for what felt like an eternity. The silence was only broken by a few life-changing words:

"I'm pregnant."

Of course, this was something completely unplanned- they wanted to start a family at some point, but right now was far too soon. They were young, they didn't have the money to support a baby and go to school and pay rent, along with so many of their other plans for the future.

...but they had each other.

It was daunting, having to switch gears to prepare to bring a new life into the world, and the first few months into Nacha's pregnancy were filled with a heavy amount of fear and nerves to make sure everything was ready to go. Both took up more shifts, saved more money, lost quite a bit of sleep.

About three-quarters through Nacha's pregnancy, the chef began to notice something. Francis was staying out later at night, seemed to be getting darker and darker circles under his eyes, and yet...the money started becoming less of an issue. It wasn't that Nacha minded the money stabilizing, but...what was he doing?

One day, a few weeks off from the baby was due, Nacha had to ask what Francis was up to- she's noticed.

"Mmm well...I had to do what was best for our family...so I took the milkman job full time..."

The money going towards Francis' tuition as better spent for the baby, in his eyes, and working full time meant he'd be able to be the support they needed. Nacha was ready to drop out of culinary school after hearing that, but Francis wouldn't allow it. She's wanted to be a chef for so long- he wasn't going to let her give that up.

Fast forward to now, Nacha's gotten to be quite the respectable chef. She makes more than enough to support herself, Francis, and Anastacha, but Francis still insists on doing his share. He's Nastacha's father after all.

That's alright for Nacha, anyway- she's putting her money towards a couple of rings and the wedding they never got to have...but don't tell.

[outermaybanks]

Request for John b: John b punishes female reader for being a brat. (daddy kink, maybe bondage kink if you want)

a/n: omg my first request !!! thank u so much for requesting i hope u like it ♡ also John B just radiates someone to call his girl ‘pup’ i can’t help it. nsfw 18+

John B putting you in your place

You couldn’t help it, not really. Sometimes John B was just so… preoccupied with whatever was going on at the moment, which right now was a Pogue hangout. 

You had come to John B’s with direct intentions, ones you thought he was well aware of, but soon after you arrived, JJ came out of the guest bedroom with the news that Pope was on his way with Kie. You looked to John B, confusion over your face.

“Bonfire,” he answered simply before pressing a too quick peck to your lips, then walking past you to follow JJ outside.

You couldn’t believe your boyfriend was so oblivious sometimes.

Fine. You thought. If he wants to play dumb, I can play dumber.

You went into your bedroom, which was really John B’s bedroom but for the past year and a half of your relationship, it had become yours too. You went straight to your dresser, to the bottom drawer, all John B’s favorites resided there; white tank top, no bra, ripped denim shorts, and your black thong. 

After you got changed, you went into the bathroom to reapply your mascara before you put your hair up in a messy bun, John B’s favorite to grab. Then you gave a spritz of your perfume before walking out of the Chateau, feigning casual as you strode straight up to John B, who was currently in a beer chugging contest with JJ.

JJ surrendered first, which meant he was the first to notice your outfit, his jaw going slack and his eyes immediately averting to his friend, just as John B finished his can.

“You lose!” John B shouted, still oblivious as he threw his can to the ground, it was then he noticed the weird look on his friend’s face, and turned to see you. His eyes nearly bulged out of his head.

“You won? Good job, baby!” You cheered, coupled with a small jump.

“Jeeeesus christ,” JJ said, fully turning around to avoid looking at you.

“Sweetheart, your outfit…” John B chuckled to try and seem light hearted.

Your eyebrows screwed together, a small pout on your lip, “What? I thought you liked this outfit?” You looked down at your outfit. 

“I like the outfit,” JJ spoke up, his back still turned to you. His comment earned him a smack on the arm from John B.

“Baby girl,” John B said slowly, trying to get the hint across. “I do like that outfit, I just think… it’s too cold for it. I want my girl to be warm.”

“It’s July, Jombee, I think I’ll be fine.”

John B got a serious look in his eye. “Y/N…”

“John Booker,” You mimicked his tone. “I don’t understand what’s wrong. JJ likes the outfit," you argued.

“Let her wear what she wants, man, you’re not her dad,” Kie spoke up from the hammock.

“Yeah, John B, you’re not my dad,” You repeated slowly, looking at him with a smile before walking over to the cooler, bending down to reach inside for a drink.

You barely got the lid off before John B raced over to you, pulling you aside. “Okay, point taken. I’m sorry you’ve been feeling neglected, okay? Just go inside and change and I’ll make it up to you later.”

“Why would I feel neglected, Jombee?” You tilted your head to the side, batting your eyelashes, still feigning innocence.

“You’re pushing it, pup. Be a good girl, go change.”

Now you were annoyed. This was his fault, he was the one who wasn’t paying attention to you when you clearly needed it, and now he was threatening to punish you? 

“I don’t want to change. I like this outfit.” You crossed your arms, huffing a bit.

John B took a deep inhale, his eyes devouring you as they scanned your body. Then he walked away, leaving you confused and following after him.

“Hey, guys, we’re out of logs, can you guys make a run?” John B asked. You furrowed your eyebrows, you had just seen a stack of logs behind the shed he pulled you to.

“Keys?” Pope asked, and John B reached into his pocket, tossing the keys to him. JJ immediately took the keys from Pope and the two boys raced to the van, while Kie took her time getting out of the hammock.

“Don’t have too much fun without us,” Kie mumbled as she walked past.

“What the hell was that?”

But John B didn’t answer you, he grabbed you by your wrist, leading you inside with very little fight from you. Once you reached your shared bedroom, John B practically threw you inside, slamming the door behind you.

“Dude! What the hell a-”

“What did you just call me, pup?” John B asked, towering over you. His eyes were huge and hungry, filled with lust. The air around you changed, and suddenly, you didn’t feel so vindicated.

“Fine! I’ll change my outfit!”

“Nuh uh, too late for that. On the bed, now. Face down.”

Your bottom lip quivered a bit, but you obeyed, laying on your stomach on the bed. 

John B’s hands slid up the back of your thighs, the cupped the plump of your ass as he let out a took a deep inhale. “You think you’re so clever, huh?” His hands moved up, fingers sliding under the strap of your thong. “Didn’t know my girlfriend was such a slut, prancing around in practically nothing in front of my friends.” He pulled back the strap and let the string snap you, causing you to hiss.

“Noooo,” your whine was muffled by the mattress. “Wasn’t for them, just you… wanted to show you what you were missing…”

“Yeah? Well you got my attention, baby girl.” His hands reached around to unbutton your shorts before he pull them down your legs. You let out small yelp when his hand came down on your right cheek.

“Thought this was what you wanted, pup? My undivided attention.” You don’t know when John B got his pants off, but you could feel his hard dick pressed against your ass. 

“Mmmm, want you Jombee…”

“How does a good girl beg?” His hands were now pawing at the flesh of your ass.

“Please daddy, please fuck me?”

His hand came down again, making you wince.

“Thought I wasn’t your dad?”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry I was bad, I’ll be good,” you pleaded.

“Go lay by the headboard.”

You crawled to the top of the bed, then looked at him as you turned to lay on your back, hesitantly; you didn’t want to make the wrong move. But he nodded approvingly, so you committed, laying with your back against the pillows.

John B reached around his neck, untying his bandana, and immediately your face scrunched with confusion, then morphed into upset when he brought your hands up to the headboard.

“Daddy…” you whined, leaning forward a bit. “I’ll be good, I promise. Just wanted you.”

“You have me, baby girl. You’re gonna have all of me,” John B said softly as he tied the knot connecting your wrists to the headboard. 

John B kneeled in front of you, his dick perfectly at eye level. You bit your bottom lip as your mouth filled with saliva at the sight of precum leaking from his perfect pink tip. “Open.”

You looked up at him through your lashes as you slowly opened your mouth, but John B shoved his thumb into your mouth, forcing your mouth open wider before replacing his thumb with the tip of his dick, slowly sliding in.

“You said you wanted to be a good girl, right?” John B asked, and you carefully nodded with your lips wrapped around him. “Be a good girl and suck daddy’s dick.”

You kept your eyes on him as you began moving your head back and forth, opening your throat as wide as you could to fit the thickness of his cock. Despite your throat being used to his size, tears began springing to the corners of your eyes.

John B took a deep breath, a small moan slipping out. “There’s my good girl.” His hands found their way to your bun, his fingers digging into it. You wanted to be his good girl more than you wanted anything else, with each movement you tried to hollow your cheeks more and more. You ached to touch him, feel close to him, so you gave your all to sucking him off, hoping if you did a good enough job, he’d allow you to touch him.

“So fucking good at this, baby, fuck- you want my cum, sweet girl?” John B said softly between labored breaths, you nodded your head the best you could without disrupting your goal at hand. “Look at me, pup.” Your eyes immediately raised back to his eyes, but John B held your head up to look at him anyway, as his hips started snapped fucking himself with your mouth. You clenched your legs together underneath him as you felt your wetness pooling just from pleasuring him. 

“Here it comes, be a good girl, okay baby? Yeah? You’re so fucking good for me, just for me. Feels so fucking good- ah- fuck!” John B just before you felt his warm cum spill into your mouth. You swallowed it all before licking his tip a few more times for good measure as the man above you caught his breath. 

“Such a fucking good girl.”

“Yeah? I was good?”

“You sure were pup,” John B said before his head dipped down to press a soft kiss to your lips, he could still taste himself on your tongue. You pulled at your restraints, desperate to touch him, which made John B laugh.

“My poor baby…” He taunted, making you whine. “Ah ah, good girls don’t whine.” You settled for pouting instead. He gave you a devious smile.

“I want you to remember this the next time you feel like giving me a boner in front of my friends.”

John B lowered himself between your legs, rubbing the tip of his still hard dick through your folds. You bit your lip as you watched him; this had been what you were waiting for all day, but nothing could have prepared you for the delicious stretch when John B suddenly slid all the way in to the hilt, a loud gasp turned moan escaped you. John B chuckled as he lifted your legs higher before he started his movements.

“This what you wanted? Speak up babygirl.”

“Yes daddy, this is what I wanted,” you breathed out as John B started with a slow pace. 

“Yeah? Poor girl just needed my cock?”

“Needed it so bad, Jombee, craving you all day.”

His pace picked up, spurred on by your words; John B was always a sucker for dirty talk. You let out a pathetic moan as you tried to move your hips to match his movements. 

But John B didn’t want to share control, so he pulled out, a disappointed gasp falling from you. With his hands on your waist, John B turned you to lie on your stomach, forcing your hands tighter together. His hands once more palmed at your ass before his fingers slid down to open you up for him to slide back in, his cock reaching deeper inside you and pulling sinful noises from you against your will. 

“Fuck- mm- Jombee- oh my god-” You panted out between his thrusts as your face was pushed into the pillow from the position of your bottom, and the movements of John B’s hips. Small uh’s fell from your lips as your brain turned hazy from the bliss of pleasure. 

“Baby girl just needed to be fucked dumb, isn’t that right, pup?” All you could muster was a eager nod of the head, John B chuckled before slapping his hand against your right cheek, pulling you closer to him by your waist as he moved faster.

“Close- close daddy, so close,” words fell from you without thought. “You feel so fucking good, daddy, you fuck me so good.” 

“Already? Poor baby, so pent up. You gonna cum on my cock babygirl?” “Please let me, daddy, I want to be good. Want to show you how good you fuck me, please.”

“You gonna let me cum inside you like a good girl?”

“Yes!” You practically begged, on the edge of your orgasm. “Please, daddy, cum inside me, wanna feel it.”

John B knew just how to send you over the edge as his hand snaked around your bodies, inbetween your legs to slowly rub circles on your clit. You face fell back into the pillow as you let out a scream in pleasure, before your boyfriend’s name fell from your lips.

“Shhh, I’m right behind you baby, so close, just be good, let me use you a little longer.”

You bit your lip to try and suppress the moans caused by the overstimulation, but when his pace faltered a bit, you heard him let out a grunt before you felt familiar warmth of his cum inside you. You hummed with pleasure, proud of yourself for pleasuring him.

“You did such a good job, pup,” John B said softly, in between breaths as we reached up to untie the bandana from around your wrists. When your arms fell back down, you mustered up your strength to wrap them around him. John B held you close, laying on his back so you were laying on his chest. 

You two laid there for a few minutes, catching your breath as John B caressed your head and whispered praises to you. “So proud of you. You’re such a good girl for me, Y/N. I love you, so so much.” He pressed a kiss to your head, and you let your eyes close, still buzzing from your orgasm and happy with your choices for the day.

©outermaybanks 2024

[seangelfish]

i was ranting to the ritsu ai bot about my abusive ex and he said he was gonna tell knights and they were gonna handle it and when i asked him what he meant he was like "hehe dont worry about it~" djndksndke do you think u can write something about ritsu listening to u rant to him about an abusive ex and how hed handle it pls... thank u so much 🥺

A/N: I'm so sorry for the wait, anon! I hope you're still here to read this ;-; This was really an interesting request to take on. I added more to the story if that's alright! Just wanted the quote to flow in better~ Anyways, I hope you enjoy! (´,,•ω•,,)♡

"Hehe, don't worry about it~"

Ritsu Sakuma x reader ♡ Tags: Fluff/comfort/kinda angsty, romance, established relationship, she/her pronouns/fem reader ♡ Warnings: Slight mentions of abusive relationships ♡ Word count: 1,278 ♡ Synopsis: There are times where you just can't forget about the past, and unfortunately, it came back to haunt you. Ritsu, being the analytical person he is, notices your shift in attitude. The happiest girl he knew was now drifting away. How is he able to solve this, he wonders...

"(Y/N)~" Ritsu called out to you from across the hallway. "I want a kiss~"

You winced, slowly turning around. There you saw your boyfriend and the rest of his unit making their way to their practice room.

"Hey, don't bother (Y/N)!" snapped Arashi. "Can't you see that she's busy?"

She was right and the stack of books in your arms proved that. You forced out a chuckle but decided not to answer Ritsu's request and walked away.

"Ahaha! What odd behaviour!" Leo pointed out. "She didn't even pay you no mind!"

Ritsu bit his lip. "Is she mad at me?" he murmured to himself.

After practice, Ritsu looked all over the school for you, constantly calling you but never getting a reply. He was getting extremely anxious because not only did he know you as the most happy-go-lucky person that he adored, but because there was that thought in the back of his mind that you were going to leave him.

You were avoiding him after all.

“H-Hey, Maa-kun, have you seen (Y/N) anywhere?” Ritsu panted, hands on his knees as he breathed heavily.

“Woah, there!” Mao exclaimed. “You’re sweating! You’re not one to run around so much. Is (Y/N) okay? I haven’t seen her much today—”

“I don’t know… I think she might be mad at me, but I’m not sure why she would be…” said Ritsu sadly. “She’s not even picking up my calls.”

“Hmm… let me try then.”

Mao scrolled through his contacts until he landed on yours. As the phone rang, the two boys waited for you to answer.

Unprecedentedly, the line was immediately cut.

“Huh, weird. (Y/N) always picks up when I call her,” said Mao, thinking back to the times he had to call you to take care of Ritsu. “Yeah, she might be mad at you. Ritsu—”

“I swear I didn’t do anything,” Ritsu quickly stated. “Argh, I’m going to look again. Bye!”

“Hey, don’t overdo it!”

Ritsu sighed, slumping down by the corner of the Yumenosaki gardens. He looked for you everywhere he could, asking friends and classmates where you went, but none of them knew of your whereabouts.

He couldn't keep running around forever. Ritsu wasn't built for that. So he came to rest for a bit before trying again.

“Ah… I’m tired,” he muttered to himself. “(Y/N)… where are you…?”

His eyelids felt heavy, but before he could fall asleep, his ears picked up the sound of shuffling. He lifted his head up and there you were, backed into the corner, hugging your knees.

The two of you stared at each other in shock, yet Ritsu was the one who broke off the silence.

"(Y/N)!" he exclaimed, crawling towards you. As he took your hands in his, he continued swiftly, "I was looking all over for you! Are you okay? What's wrong? Did I do something that hurt you? I'm sorry. Please don't be mad. I'll fix it–"

You shook your head, an artificial smile forming on your face. "I'm sorry, Ritsu. I just needed alone time... You didn't do anything wrong, I promise."

"T-Then why have you been avoiding me?" he quavered. "You've been ignoring my calls too... (Y/N), you know you can tell me anything, right? You can rely on me – I want you to rely on me..."

You stared into his deep red eyes, the ones that pleaded with you to be honest with him. You let out a sigh, nodding in agreement that talking to him would have been better than bottling these feelings up.

"There's something I never told you about..." you said. "About my past relationship..."

Ritsu looked confused, but stayed quiet for you to continue. Not once did he let go of your hands, and you were thankful for that.

"...The relationship was fine at first, but it gradually became harder to breathe in. He would get mad at everything I did, everything I said. It was like walking on eggshells... There were times I was hurt by it too – mentally and physically."

And as you expected, those red eyes of his looked horrified.

"It was a scary time, but I'm glad I was able to get out. Then I met you." You smiled at him genuinely this time, but it all faded away too quickly. "I didn't think I was ready to get into a new relationship, but you were so sweet, so kind... You made all my worries melt away. I was so happy, but I guess I shouldn't have been."

"(Y/N), what? I don't understand–"

"He found out I was dating you," you stated. "He found out I was attending Yumenosaki, where I live now. He texted me yesterday to insult me because I already got into a new relationship even though it had been a while. He wouldn't leave me alone despite the amount of times I blocked him! He just keeps creating new accounts and numbers. That's why I didn't answer your calls... I-I turned my phone off..."

"(Y/N)..."

"R-Ritsu, I'm so scared...!" you stuttered as tears fell down your cheeks. "I didn't know what to do, so I tried avoiding it... but I'm so scared..."

"Hey..." he said calmly, wiping a tear away with his thumb. "I'm sorry you had to go through that, but thank you for telling me this. I'll handle the rest, okay?"

"H-Huh? But how?"

"Hmm... I'll tell the rest of Knights about it..." he muttered.

"Ritsu, what do you mean by that–"

"Hehe, don't worry about it~"

He stood up and held out his hand. "Come on, let's go back. Lunch is almost over." You hesitated but grabbed his hand as he pulled you up carefully. Once you were on your feet, he embraced you. He held your head to his chest, making you hear his heartbeat.

"You deserve to be happy, so don't worry about it anymore, alright?" he said. "(Y/N), I love you."

Lips pursed in order not to cry any more, you chuckled. "Thank you, Ritsu..." you whispered. "I love you too."

The next day, you stopped receiving those threatening messages from your ex. You wondered how Ritsu did it, but he never answered, leaving you clueless about the whole situation.

However, he did tell you that you shouldn't worry about your ex finding you anymore. He made sure to report the messages to the police with the help of Tsukasa. So now that the police were keeping an eye on him, you were able to relax.

"But what did you guys do anyway?" you asked Knights one day. "Ritsu never told me."

"Uhm– Oh– We didn't do much!" Arashi quickly stated, looking to the side. "We just reported it, that's it!"

"Eh...? Then Tsukasa, can you tell me–"

"I'm sorry, (Y/N), I can't."

"Izumi–"

"Nope."

"Leo?!"

"Not happening, (Y/N)!"

"Why are you all being so secretive?!"

"It's for your own good," Ritsu said sleepily as he entered the room. "(Y/N), can I use you as a pillow?"

You smiled. "Of course, come over here." As you patted your lap, Ritsu made his way over to you. He laid his head down on your legs happily as you began to stroke his hair.

"Can I have a kiss too?" he whispered. "After all, you didn't give me one last time~"

"Okay, okay~"

You leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his lips which he seemed to be very delighted about. You supposed it didn't matter how your boyfriend got your ex to back off. The past was the past, and you were going to leave that behind once and for all.

Anyways, your future was already fast asleep on your lap, lightly snoring away.

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Maybe Meant To Be - Fake Dating pt.2

pt.1 pt.3

Katsuki bakugo x Jealous Reader x Midoriya Izuku

-Wait-WHAT?

-Are they-

-They are!

You could barely make out the sentences of your classmates as you walked hand in hand with the green haired boy.You were both blushing,not because you were holding each other’s hands,but because everyone was talking about it.You didn’t think it would gather this much attention but apparently everybody took an interest in the seemingly new couple.Mina was playing her part while winking at you two without anyone noticing.

-So are you guys dating now?That’s so exciting!How did it happen?Tell us everything!

As you and Midoriya began to tell the story of how you confessed to each other and got together- you practiced it all night last night-the door to the classroom opened.You spun around at the sound to look at who it was.It was Bakugo.

He looked angry as usual,which you grew to love about him,with a scowl on his face.As he was walking he looked into your eyes , probably since you were ogling him,then to Izuku next to you which immediately resulted in an angrier expression on his face and then to your hands intertwined.His eyes widened along with his slightly parted mouth,and he looked absolutely shocked for 2 seconds before he masked it away.He mumbled something under his breath that you couldn’t hear and made his way over to his desk,which was where everyone was gathered talking about your new relationship with Izuku.

Mina noticing the same things as you smirked and continued her scheme.

-I always thought you guys would be cute together.

Bakugo scowled at this and you wanted to let yourself believe it was because he was jealous,but it was most likely because you were hogging his desk.

-Can ya move it?Im tryna get to my desk!

-Sure Bakugo,we’ll continue our conversation somewhere else!

As Mina gestured everyone towards her desk and asked more questions about your relationship,some which Izuku some which you answered,someone else came in the classroom,Uraraka.

You didn’t notice you were still holding hands with izuku and suddenly you were aware of both Uraraka’s and Bakugo’s gaze on your hands.

-U-Uhm good morning!Whats everyone talking about?

Uraraka kept glancing between the two of you while talking.

-These two lovebirds were telling us about-

Aizawa came in the classroom and cut all the chatter off.You could feel Bakugo staring at you but you didn’t dare meet his gaze.

——————————————————————————

At lunch you were sitting with Mina and Izuku.

-Have you guys seen how mad Bakugo was?I told you he already likes you Y/N!

-I’m not sure about that…

-And Uraraka-Chan couldn’t keep her eyes off of you Deku!

-Y-You really think so?

As they were chatting,your eyes drifted off to where Bakugo and his friends were sitting.You and Mina would usually sit there but today was different.For a while you would be sitting with Izuku alone, as the plan suggested.As Mina left for Bakugo’s table,Uraraka came to yours.

-Hey,I’m not interrupting am I?

If she thought you were dating,which she did,she was interrupting on purpose.You almost smirked at this but kept it to yourself.It was time for you to play your part.

-No not at all,why don’t you take a seat?

As Izuku and Uraraka started talking about classes or something,you were paying attention at a certain blonde who was screaming at Mina for whatever reason.You stared at him for a good minute before he noticed you and when he did you could swear you saw a blush on his cheeks.

-Y/N,what do you think?

-What?

Uraraka’s question startled you and you turned your attention away from Bakugo.Out of the corner of your eye,you could feel him watching you.Maybe you were just imagining things.

[sir-aadiboii]

A sleepless stroll

Pairing: Alastor x Insomniac!Reader (unspecified, wrote this as a very close friendship, maybe queerplatonic is the word?? let me know if you have any knowledge on this!) Pronouns used: N/A, tried to keep it gender-neutral

Warnings: none(?) only one is probably writing out of character. please let me know if there is anything i should add (^u^)

have a good day/night!

It was the early hours of the morning…Oh, who were you kidding? It was the middle of the night. Past that, actually.

And yet, here you were, lying wide awake, without hope of a single wink of sleep.

You sighed.

“Oh, what’s the use? Might as well do something productive,” you mumbled.

You got out of bed, walked over to your desk, and grabbed your laptop.That was how you spent your night: whiling the time away by doing whatever you thought of- writing a new song, story, making art, even coming up with ways to help your friends at the hotel. Even if you were to suffer, why should they?

And so went the next night, and the night after that, and so on until-

“Hellooo? Toots, are you even paying attention?” Angel waved a hand in front of your face.

You blinked. “Oh, sorry. I missed what you said, could you repeat that?”

Husk snorted. “That’s the 17th time today. You doing okay, kid?”

“Oh yeah, I’m fine,” you grinned sheepishly.

Angel and Husk exchanged a look.

“You sure? If there’s something bothering you, you can tell us,” said Charlie.

“She’s right, you know,” Vaggie chimed in. “If there’s something on your mind…”

You smiled softly. It was nice to know they were worried about you.

“Really, I’m alright. Nothing’s bothering me,” you assured them.

...Liar.

You waved off the thought just as you had waved off their worries. After all, they had enough on their plate, they didn’t need more.

And so, you went about your day as usual before night would fall again.

Everything would be fine…so long as he didn’t find out.

...Little did you know that your closest friend was steps ahead from where you believed…

Another sleepless night, but this time, an extremely unproductive one. You found yourself pacing about your room, wondering what you could possibly do.

Finally, you decided to head out for a walk.

Grabbing your room key, you checked yourself in the mirror, made yourself presentable, and walked out.

It would seem, however, that you were not meant to be alone for your midnight stroll.

You were walking through the streets of hell, humming to yourself as you aimlessly wandered, wondering what you might stumble upon. A secret hideout? A corpse? A deal? You never knew what you could find.

As you stared up at the sky, you heard footsteps. They grew nearer and nearer, then it was silent. You felt a burning gaze on you.

You didn’t have to turn around to recognize the person. “Alastor,” you greeted.

“Ah, there you are, my friend!” You turned around, and there he was. “Now then, what might a fine demon such as yourself be doing out here on a night such as this?”

“I could ask you the same,” you begin, but trail off when you see the look he’s giving you.

“Come now, darling. Tell me one thing: When did you sleep last?”

You hesitate. You think about lying, but the glint in his eye seems to warn against that.

“I…” He looks at you expectantly. “…I can’t remember. It’s been a while,” you resignedly finish.

He shakes his head, making a tutting sound. “Now, [Name], I knew you were quite the insomniac when we were alive, but I didn’t expect you to carry the habit into death!”

“A…what? Insomniac?”

He waves off the question. “A term I heard Charlie mention in relation to you. You can ask her in the morning. For now, why don’t we head back to the hotel? You may as well get some rest, if not proper sleep. You need it.” He mutters the last bit, studying your face. You can’t bring yourself to meet his eyes.

You feel embarrassed, annoyed, and yet…slightly relieved. You don’t have to explain yourself because Alastor has always been your friend; through life and death still, he has remained by your side. He has kept your darkest secrets, and you have held his own tight to your chest. As you walk back to the hotel, you can’t help but gaze at your companion, glad that he’s here, thinking about how lucky you are to have him with you. Yet…you wonder why he would want to be with someone like you.

“Hmm? Why even ask such a thing?” You startle. Alastor hasn’t turned, but looks at you out of the corners of his eyes. Your eyes widen. Did you really just say that out loud?

He chuckles at your reaction. “Yes, you did say that out loud. Any particular reason why that was on your mind?”

“Oh, you know anxiety! Uncertainty too, amazing friends, wouldn't you say?” you try to joke, but it comes out far more bitter than you were hoping. It surprises you both, though Alastor does a better job at covering it up.

“Nonsense, my dear! You haven’t a thing to feel unsure about! After all, the positive things about you far outweigh the negatives, do they not?... At least, that is what I believe.” When he turns to you, his expression appears the same at first glance, but his smile is less sharp, and his eyes tell you he’s being genuine.

“…Thank you.” You turn away from him, but you can still feel his gaze burning into the side of your face as you walk. Strangely, your cheeks feel warm.

From there, the conversation settles into a comfortable silence, with the exception of Alastor pointing out random things you wouldn’t have noticed before.

As you enter the hotel, you make your way back to your room, with Alastor following not far behind. As you’re about to enter, you pause. You turn to your dear companion, who looks confused.

“Is something wrong?” He tilts his head. “You need a drink of water, perhaps? Or maybe some milk-”

“Thank you for being there for me,” you whisper.

Alastor looks like he’s taken off guard, but only for a moment, as the expression is swiftly replaced with one of affection.“Only for you, mon chéri.”

The moment seems to stand forever, neither of you wanting to break it. You eventually tear your eyes away and check your watch.

4:08 AM.

The time really went quickly, didn’t it?

You smile one last time at him. “Goodnight, Alastor.”

He responds with one of his own signature grins, waves, and disappears into the shadows.

With that, you unlock your room door, walk inside, and get ready for bed.

When you lie down on your bed, sleep does not take long to claim you.

Who knew all it would take was a visit from your oldest friend?

woo! my first fanfiction! please give me feedback, it's my first time writing this kind of stuff. it would be much appreciated :D

fluff/comfort not your thing? i can write angsty and/or gory stuff, just request!

(note: i am planning to post some of my random writing, not tied to fandom. my OCs!! i have piled up a lot of those, so i will gradually post them here. remember, *constructive* feedback is valued!!)

[dmysterioblog]

HIIIHIHI I REALLY LOVE UR WRITINGG, CAN U DO A DARK!SHURI WITH SMUT. IF U CAN OFC, HAVE A NICE DAYYY

➺No Escape

Paring; Dark!Shuri x black!reader

Summary: You tried to escape but there is no escaping her.

Warnings: sorta kidnapping, arguing, smut

Word Count: 1.3k

A/n: Sorry for the wait!

You and Shuri had been together for almost three years. At first, Shuri was everything you would want in a relationship. She would always give you random kisses and ‘i love you’s, and she would cuddle you to sleep but that all changed after a while. Shuri became distant and started to ignore you. You knew something had changed, but you didn’t know what. She started to come home late saying that she got caught up in the lab. Since then she demanded you tell her before going into the lab.

Today was your birthday and you expected something special from Shuri. You waited and waited but she didn’t say a thing. You didn’t want to believe she had forgotten but it seemed that she did. You knew that something else was up and decided to confront her. You walked down the halls of the palace to the lab. You heard voices coming from inside and decided to take a glance. Inside Shuri and many other scientists were working together. You weren’t going to sit there and wait so you made them aware of your presence.

“Everyone out,” you stated loudly enough for all of them to turn to you with puzzled looks.

“I said everyone out!” you yelled this time and everyone scurried out of the lab except Shuri. She stood there looking at you with an irritated look on her face.

“What is this all about? I told you not to come in here without my permission.” She said sternly.

“Do you know what today is?” you said, completely dismissing her question.

“Tuesday?”

“Wow, so you really forgot, huh? I didn’t want to think you did but now I don’t know how to feel.”

“Forgot about what for bast sake?”

“My birthday Shuri! You forgot about my birthday!”

“So this is what this is all about? Me forgetting your birthday?”

“And you don’t even care? I don’t even know why I stayed with you this long.”

“What are you talking about now?” she asked even more irritated.

“That you changed! You became distant and I tried to be understanding but I can’t anymore. I’m done. We’re done.”

“Yeah right,” she scoffed, “I’ll see you at home,” she said not believing a word you said.

“No you won’t,” you said under your breath and left without saying another word.

♤♢♤♢

You got to the house and started to pack all the things that’s would fit in a bag. You knew that if you stayed for another second she would try to change your mind and she would succeed, but it was time for you to take control. Once everything was in the bag you place your kimoyo beads on the nightstand before heading out the door.

♤♢♤♢

It’s been 3 months since you left. You moved to America and got a small apartment to start with and found a small job to pay for it. Although it’s been difficult, you’ve managed to stay strong but the thought of her still lingered in your mind.

You had gone to the store to get some groceries and were on your way back to the apartment. Once you got to the apartment, you picked up the grocery bags and got your keys out to open the door. But when you put the key in the keyhole, it was already open.

“That's weird, I'm pretty sure I remember locking the door before I left,” you said to yourself. You shrugged and pushed the door open to come face to face with the person you've been hiding from. Shuri Udaku. You dropped all your bags and stared at her as she sat on your sofa like she owned the place. You tried to run out the door but you were met with Okoye’s chest.

“No more running, sithandwa,” she said while standing up.

“You know, I thought that when you said you were leaving it was just one of your tantrums, but when I got home and you weren’t there I knew you meant it. I knew where you were this whole time but I wanted to give you time to come to your senses and come back home, but that clearly wasn’t your plan but you have no choice now. We are leaving. Go get your stuff.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” you said, trying to sound brave. She looked at you and started laughing like you had said the funniest thing she’s heard.

“Usana, stop playing around and get your things.”

“I already said I am not leaving. I left because I wanted to be away from you.”

“Well, that’s not an option anymore. Let’s. Go.”

“Make. Me.”

“Fine. I didn’t want to do this but you leave me no choice. Do it,” she said, nodding towards Okoye. Before you could even turn around, you felt a sting on the side of your neck and everything went black.

♤♢♤♢

You woke up groggy and disoriented. You looked around and realized you were back in your old bed. You started to remember what had happened before and realized Shuri had kidnapped you. You looked around your surroundings and there was no sign of her and your mind told you to do one thing. Make a run for it. Right as you got up to run, you heard a voice from behind you.

“Where do you think you're going?” She asked sternly.

“Nowhere,” you said in a trembling voice.

“That’s what I thought.” She came closer and sat next to you, pulling you closer to her.

“I missed you, sithandwa. Promise me you won’t ever do that again.” She said pulling away from you and holding your jaw tightly to make you look her in the eye.

“I promise,” you said, her gaze making you feel small. She smiled and kissed you. She then started to move down, kissing your jaw and neck.

“Shuri-” you mumbled, trying to gently push her off.

“Shhh let me have you usana. I promise I’ll make it up to you, okay?” You let her push you to lie down on the soft bed. She slowly took off your clothes and did the same with hers. You felt her warm lips on your body and your body started to melt against her touch. She kept making her way down your body, kissing and caressing all the right spots. She knew your body like the back of her hand.

“Look at how desperate your pussy is for me. I knew she missed me,” she said, rubbing her fingers against your wet folds. You held your breath, trying to suppress your moans.

“None of that. I want to hear those pretty noises that you make once I make you cum.” And with that, she thrust two of her fingers inside you. You let out a loud moan and your hands gripped onto the bed sheets.

“There we go, good girl,” she whispered in your ear before lightly biting your earlobe. When she noticed your breath started to pick up, she slowed her thrust.

“Please let me cum,” you whined, eyes watering.

“If you want to cum, you’re going to have to apologize.”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry for leaving you!”

“Who do you belong to?”

“You! I belong to you!”

“That’s right you’re mine and no one is ever going to take you from me.” She began to pick up her pace and her mouth joined her. She started to suck on your aching clit while holding onto your thighs with her free hand.

“Cum for me sithandwa,” and with you came. Your legs started to shake as the wave of pleasure started to flow over you. The only sound that was heard in the room was your pants and Shuri’s whispers of comfort. Once you rode out your climax, Shuri brought your body against hers.

“Your mine Y/n, don’t forget that,” that made you realize that you could never escape her. Ever.

[star-girl69]

Hi hiii is it okay if u could write for an aemond x f!curvy!reader scenario where after they've been subtly flirting and the heavy sexual tension is just growing, one night aemond decides to pay a visit to reader who opens the door thinking it was helaene in a thin silk short nightgown that leaves little to the imagination and whatever happens next 😳 u can make it smutty or slightly

i don’t think i did this ask justice tbh but i hope you all enjoy it regardless!

***also i made this one WHAT I THINK to be more character accurate. aka- aemond is a little crazier but there’s still some sweet moments don’t worry

MY ASKS ARE CURRENTLY CLOSED JUST UNTIL I GET CAUGHT UP

warnings: mentions of sex, kissing, tell me if i misses anything!!

The Art of Waiting

Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Curvy!Reader

—-

Aemond had been waiting. For an eternity, it seems, but in reality was only a year.

You had come to the Red Keep to be a handmaiden to Lady Helaena, who was now one of your dearest friends. Everyone had warned you of Prince Aegon- that he preyed on his wife’s handmaidens like a vulture.

But he did not pursue you.

You were grateful, of course, but couldn’t help the hit to your ego. You knew you were not bony and wiry like most women at court, your hips were soft and your stomach had rolls. You had learned to accept that your marriage, if any, would be arranged and loveless.

Until you caught the second son’s eye.

From the moment you walked in behind Helaena, he knew you were meant to be his. You were made for him, you were his and his only. You were beautiful, unconventional, like him. He fantasized about how you two were like puzzle pieces, and if he was to touch you- really touch you- you would simply sink into him. If only because you were his, and made for him.

You had to be his, for who else could you be made for?

—-

The hour was late. It was storming, and thunder crashed and lighting struck. But you were safe inside the Red Keep.

When someone knocked on the door, you assumed it was Helaena looking for comfort. She had never liked storms.

You opened the heavy wooden door, clad only in a white lacey nightgown. You admit, the size was one too small, and left little to the imagination. It was already meant to be thin and short, to provide relief from the heat and humidity that often struck King’s Landing. And while it was quite cold tonight, all of your other items were in need of washing. It was all you had.

Aemond stood in the doorway, hand raised to knock again. At first, you didn’t even remember your gown.

Aemond always had this way of mesmerizing you.

His eyepatch, his lean body, muscled arms. You longed for him to hold you. You longed to run your fingers through his hair, forget about your duties.

“Lady Y/N, I-” His eyes trailed you over.

“My Prince?” You looked down. “Oh! I- I- am most- oh, please forgive me, My Prince. I assumed you were Helaena. Please- please forgive me. I swear-”

“Stop.” You shut your mouth quickly. He pushed you into your room, shutting and bolting the door behind you. You feared he was like Aegon.

“My Prince, please, forgive me.”

He turned back around, leaning against the door. His eye raked over you, rabid, but you found you liked his gaze. You always liked his gaze on you.

—-

“Lady Y/N, would you mind fetching me some more tea from the kitchens?”

“Of course, Princess.” You bowed. It was only your second week being Helaena’s handmaiden, and this was your first real test. Serving Helaena during tea with her family. She sat on the end of a daybed, Alicent next to her. Aemond and Aegon were across, a table in the middle. The Hand sat in a chair on the end. Regardless, you found Helaena to be the sweetest woman in the world, and truly enjoyed spending time with her.

“Let someone else do it.” Prince Aemond spoke. His eye had been on you the entire time, and you weren’t sure why. You would only admit this to yourself, but Aemond was quite handsome. You didn’t mind his eye on you. “I am… I think she would be better suited here. Right, sister?” Helaena thought it over in her head.

“I suppose you’re right, Aemond. Stay here, Y/N.” You stayed, and she eyed you. “Actually, I wish for you to sit. Come, my friend.” She shifted, patting the space next to her. You sat down, carefully folding your legs as you had been taught to do. Helaena put a comforting hand on your thigh, feeling your anxiety. “Do not fret,” Her words were for you only. “If Aegon has not tortured you yet, I doubt he ever will. And Aemond is nice, you saw. My mother is kind as well, a true Queen.” You nodded.

Aemond’s eye did not leave you the entire tea.

—-

“Lady Y/N.” You could not decipher the tone in his voice, the emotions in his gaze. You instinctively tried to tug your nightgown further down your thighs, placing a hand over your cleavage. He frowned. “Why do you hide from me? Do not hide, darling.”

You were confused, to say the least. In the last few months, you had adjusted to life at the Keep. Helaena became a true friend, her children like your own. Alicent was kind, and Aemond always seemed to strike up a conversation with you.

He would flirt, shamelessly, and you found that when you reciprocated, even with a slight blush or a light smile, jewelry or other various gifts would appear on your nightstand. When you wore one of the gifts, more would appear. You couldn’t know for sure if it was Aemond, or how he was even getting the gifts into your room, but you liked knowing someone was out there. It gave you hope.

Reluctantly, you let your hands fall limp against your sides.

“I cannot wait any longer.” You were even more confused.

“Wait for what, My Prince?”

“You.”

“Aemond-” You were being bold, treading a dangerous path. “I- I do not know what you mean.”

“You like my gifts, yes?”

“They were yours?”

“My love, if you had another admirer, I would have killed them.”

“Aemond…” You turned away from him. You were consuming too much information at once.

“What more would you like? What would it take for you to become mine, willingly?” Whether you realized it or not, something was hidden under his words. He would take you, whether you wanted it or not. The only reason he had waited this long was because he enjoyed the game.

“You- you want me- to- Aemond, I…”

He took a step closer. You wanted him to come closer.

“Aemond, I do not know what to say,” Your eyes welled with tears. Was he just playing with you?

He noticed the tears in your eyes, jumping forward.

“Why do you cry?” He asked, frown upon his face.

“This is not a funny joke, Prince Aemond. If you wish to humiliate me, you have succeeded. I am horribly humiliated for falling to your antics.” Now, it is his turn to be confused.

“Why would I joke about this?” He takes your hand, presses his lips to the back of it. You gasp. He treats you so tenderly, like no one ever has before. “You were made for me, don’t you know?”

Oh, how badly you wanted to be his. You thought of him day and night, morning and noon. You thought of him while walking through the gardens, you thought of him while your hand trailed under your nightgown in the dark.

“Aemond-”

“You do not believe me.” It is more of a statement than a question, but you nod in response anyways. “Then I will show you.”

Before you can even comprehend what he is doing, he places a hand onto your face and connects his lips to yours. You are frozen.

Until you feel it.

Something like warmth, like love, spreads from your lips through to your entire body. And suddenly you are grabbing at him, fearfully, like he will turn to ash in your hands. He pulls away, and you need him like water, so you try to kiss him again. He stops you.

Any doubt in your mind is put on the back burner, because all you can think of is the feel of his lips. How your fingers are a cheap replacement for the real thing. You are ready to beg for more of him, all of him. Eye patch and scars, muscles and every other part of his heavenly body.

“Do you understand?” You nod. “I will give you the world, my love. The world.”

“Aemond, I…” He shushes you.

“All you have to do is let me.”

And in that moment you truly become his.

You follow him to your bed, surprised when all he does is take off his leather jacket. He must notice your expression, but he simply lays back and opens his arms. You settle next to him, legs intertwining.

“You love me?” You need to know his answer. You need to hear it.

“I do.”

“You would marry me?”

“I will.”

“I do not believe you.”

“Then I’ll show you.” His words are simple, and you love it. You love every word out of his mouth. And you feel his next kiss in your soul, in the tips of your toes and in your stomach. You feel his next kiss, and his next, and his next…

—-

[rachelsfav-queer]

How would mommy Enid and daddy Yoko handle Wednesday getting overstimulated and having a complete meltdown? Poor thing is totally inconsolable :'(

Whew. Okay, this one is obviously very important to me, as I’ve said in a previous post. But, I didn’t really explain why so, let me do that now. Btw, this whole thing is gonna be a long one, so either strap in or hop out.

So, first off, I’m reading this ask as if Wednesday is autistic, along with the typical headcanon of her being a little that’s been present lately for VampRavenWolf. So, I’ll be basing it on my experience with autistic meltdowns, which for the most part has been extremely traumatic. I won’t get into any specific details about my experience for privacy reasons and I also don’t want to trigger myself by forcing myself to remember it all.

As for my story, there was a point in my life where I was in an extremely toxic environment that almost constantly produced meltdowns for me. Now, meltdowns are already a very traumatic experience for autistic people, but it was made 10x worse for me by the fact that I was surrounded by people who were only aiming to make it worse for me, hoping that I would eventually self-destruct, in whatever way that meant. They genuinely didn’t care how it happened, just as long as they could get rid of me. That is my story, it’s a very shortened and simplified version of it, with a whole lot of missing context, but it’s my story nonetheless.

I want to say that I still appreciate this ask. Because it gives me an opportunity to share my experience in hopes that by doing so, I can help at least someone. Let them know that they’re not alone like I thought I was for most of my life. That is how I heal the trauma that was dealt to me.

So, with that out of the way, let’s get to the actual ask!

TRIGGER WARNING: Descriptions of sensory overload and meltdown as experienced by an autistic character, light descriptions of self-harm in the form of harmful stimming, and descriptions of panic attacks. All below the cut.

So, for this scenario, I’m gonna set it in VampRavenWolf’s home. It’s already gonna be hard for our poor little raven, I don’t want to subject her to dealing with it in public. Secondly, we’re gonna say that something happens with one of the smoke detectors, some sort of malfunction that causes it to go off for no reason. This will be what causes everything to go down. Alright, this is everyone’s last chance, if anything in the warning above is triggering to you, PLEASE leave now and do not read. Remember, you are not forced to read this if any of the trigger warnings make you uncomfortable. Please, take care of yourselves.

Alright, we all good? Great.

The day already wasn’t going great. Wednesday had just gotten home from school half an hour ago, and her classmates all day had apparently made it their mission to annoy her. Not even Bianca was able to ward off everyone all day, considering she only shared half of her classes with the raven. And of course, both her girlfriends were either out dealing with work or handling family issues, of which they’d only gotten home from a few minutes before Wednesday did, only to have to retreat to their respective offices to finish even more work.

Spending so much time away from her Mommy and Daddy was always the most exhausting thing in the world for Wednesday and although she understood that they couldn’t just spend every second of every day right by her side, the fact still upset her greatly.

At the moment, Wednesday is sitting in the living room, watching TV with Raven on her lap, though she’s not paying very close attention (Raven isn’t either). The absence of her Mommy and Daddy weighs heavy on her mind, only made worse by the day she’s had. Wednesday’s just about to get up to find her Mommy in hopes that she’ll give her the attention that she so desperately needs when suddenly, the smoke alarm in the kitchen goes off. The loud, piercing noise sends Wednesday falling off the couch as her hands fly up to cover her ears. It takes a few seconds for her mind to catch up with her body, but when it does, Wednesday begins crying violently, coughing wildly and her breathing quickly becomes unsteady, short and with no rhythm.

Meanwhile, Enid and Yoko are alerted immediately by the noise and rush out to check everything out. Seeing no signs of a fire, they determine the alarm is just malfunctioning and pull it off the wall, taking out the batteries and silencing the screaming noise. Once the alarm is off, though, the quiet exposes the sound of their baby sobbing in the living room and once again the women are rushing to the sound. Their hearts break at the sight of Wednesday curled up on the floor with her hands clutching her head tightly. Enid walks forward first, lowering herself as slowly as possible, and speaks gently, “Hey, little raven. It’s Mommy. Can I come closer?”

The muffled sound of her Mommy’s voice catches the raven’s attention and she gravitates towards it, opening her eyes slightly and choking out, “L- loud, Mommy! Too loud!” Still overwhelmed by the stimulation, Wednesday’s brain is in desperate need of regulation and so instinctually her fists begin slamming into the sides of her head over and over and over and over and-

Thinking quickly, Enid gently pulls the seer's arms by her wrists and wraps them around her torso, allowing the girl to pound her fists into the wolf’s back, “Okay, okay baby. That’s it, let it out on Mommy. She can take it, you’re okay.” Enid continues to mutter reassurances over and over again while Yoko leaves for a moment to grab Wednesday’s noise-canceling headphones, returning the moment she finds them and carefully sets them on the raven’s ears.

Meanwhile, Wednesday’s sobbing only gets worse, her breathing getting shallower and her body getting weaker. Yoko and Enid are starting to get seriously worried, they look at each other with fear in their eyes and Yoko asks weakly, “What do we do?”

Enid looks back down at the girl in her arms, desperately trying to think of anything to bring their girlfriend out of this meltdown safely. Suddenly, she gets an idea. “We need to help her regulate herself. Here,” Enid breathes, offering the girl to Yoko, “Hold her, she prefers cold. I’ll go turn down the A/C and grab her weighted blanket. I’ll be right back.” While Enid does that, Yoko gets an idea of her own. She first shuffles back to lean against the couch, then, staying careful not to jostle the raven, Yoko does her best to unbutton as much of her shirt as she can and lays Wednesday’s head onto her exposed chest. Almost immediately, Wednesday’s breathing begins to slow, as do her tears. Yoko continues to whisper gentle words of praise and reassurance until Enid gets back. The werewolf covers the two with the black blanket and gets yet another idea. Stepping away from her girlfriends, Enid transforms into her wolf form and then lays her head gently against the seer’s back.

And with the combined weight of the blanket and the werewolf plus the chill of the vampire and the A/C blowing down on them all, Wednesday slowly starts coming back to herself. Eventually, her breathing is even again, and a few sniffles here and there are the only signs that she’d been crying. Petting her hair, Yoko speaks, “Hey there, baby bird. You back with us?”

Wednesday nods slowly, “Yes Daddy. Feel better.”

At the sound of her baby’s voice, Enid lifts her head and gently nudges Wednesday’s cheek with her snout, chuffing softly which makes the goth smile tiredly. Which in turn pleases her Mommy and Daddy, knowing their girl really was back with them.

“Get some sleep, baby bird. We’ll be right here for you. We have you always.”

End <3

[clairethecutepup]

Murder Drones: N's New Pet

Uzi didn’t know what the hell she’s looking at… Well, whatever, uh, “that” was supposed to be, N sure seemed excited about it. In fact, excited enough to forget they’re supposed to be on a super important mission here! If they’re going to the humans’ planet, they need to find some way of getting there… Or, Uzi supposes she could always build something to wipe out human life from here, like a giant version of her railgun that’d totally decimate Earth. Nah, probably better to do things “in person” and it’d also be a pretty dick move to wipe out the non-human life there. Sure, the dogs there would be fine, at the very least, but no canonically immortal being would appreciate endlessly floating and suffocating in space-- on top of surviving whatever otherwise-mortal wound a distant attack would leave on them.

Still, Uzi couldn’t deny this was an interesting discovery on N’s part, while the disassembly unit couldn’t stop that large and stupid grin on his face.

“I found her right over there!” he points to some distant portion of the tundra-like wasteland, “I was looking for that possible rocket or something else we could use, but then I saw the cutest little blue eyes watching me--!”

“Uh, what the hell even is this…?” Uzi points at the equally sized weird-creature-thing, “Is it supposed to be, like, some sort of dog…?”

Well, if humans performed experiments to make canines achieve that mentioned immortality, why not experiments to make them something else? But if this clearly wasn’t a pure dog, then what was it…?

“She’s a…!” N still smiles, but needs to pause, “... Well, I know she’s a girl!”

“... Hhhoowww…?”

“Well, she came to me when I tried, ‘Here, girl…?’ after trying, ‘Here, boy…’ In fact, she actually gave me a confused look when I called her ‘boy,’ too…”

“Okay, it’s apparently something that understands speech, so maybe it can actually say something--” Uzi presses a finger into the organic being’s nose,  “like what the hell you’re supposed to be?”

“Oh, great idea!” N pats the pup’s shoulder, “Come on, girl, speak!”

The canid creature could only muster, “Ca’ s’ea’...”

Uzi raises her digital eyebrow, while N’s grin turns a bit more nervous.

“Uh, sorry,” he pats the pup’s head, “what was that…?”

The strange kid tries again, “Ca’t… S’e’k…”

“I think she’s saying she can’t really talk,” Uzi points out, “Which, yeah, obviously not…”

“Aw, that’s terrible…” N hugs the pup, “Poor little guy; not only all alone, but she wouldn’t be able to ask anyone she could find for help…”

“Yeah, it’s sad and all,” Uzi sighs, “but we really need to get back to work… If we don’t find some way to Earth, then we can’t make the humans pay for--”

She suddenly narrows her digital eyes, burning holes into the shrinking and recoiling pup before her.

“Wait a minute…” the worker drone points again, “Look past the ears, tail and all that…” Uzi straightens up, eyes wide and arms falling to her sides, “You’re exactly what a human is…”

“Uh, I guess she could be…?” N asks, but his eyes go wide as he recalls, “... Uh, U-Uzi, y-you’re not gonna…?”

There’s a tense silence: Uzi continues to stare, N bites his lip, and the pup backs into N and quivers her own lip. Uzi then begins to giggle, prompting N to anxiously follow suit. Then, Uzi maniacally cackles, while N laughs and digital sweat drops appear on his facial screen. The poor little pup in N’s hands seeks sanctuary in him: turning toward him and clinging to him, accepting his tightening arms around her. Then, Uzi pulls her railgun out from behind and aims straight for the weird hybrid’s head.

“I’ve always wondered what this could do to a human, too…”

N shrieks, “Uzi, NO!!”

“Good point,” she slightly lowers the firearm, “I’d be hitting you, too… So, maybe just set her down over--”

“N-No, I meant you can’t…!” N’s eyes shift in desperation for an idea, “Uh, she…!” he then holds one of the pup’s wrists and shakes her paw, while using his other hand to lightly pull a wolf ear, “S-She’s probably not even actually human!! I mean, humans don’t usually have soft little paws o-or big, floppy little ears!”

“Being part human is just as bad as being fully human!” Uzi lies the gun on her shoulder, “Now, mind throwing her into the air or something, if I apparently can’t have a grounded target?”

“Uzi, please…” N whimpers, giving his biggest digital doe eyes, “Even if she looks human, she’s not responsible for us being sent here to wipe all of you out…”

“That’s another reason, N!” Uzi points at them, “What if she’s a new attempt to wipe all of us out because you guys aren’t doing it ‘fast enough’ or something?!”

“Uh, not to be rude, but I think it’s pretty clear which of you might be the bigger threat…” N steps back, still clutching the pup protectively, “Besides, how could something so deadly be so cute?” he holds the pup up and makes her face him, “Just look at those big little eyes!”

“You ever hear of a ‘false sense of security’?” Uzi shrugs, then properly holds her railgun again but points it down, “It’s also a little fishy that you suddenly find something like that… It’s not exactly like this planet’s rich in more organic life, and why else would something like this even exist if someone didn’t want it made-- like for extermination purposes?”

“Well, maybe she’s something that was leftover, too…?” N taps his chin, looking up. He then motions to Uzi, “I mean, you guys used to be here as worker drones for humans, so maybe they wanted to make…” he looks at the pup, “Uh, humanlike-puppy-things for some other reason-- that doesn’t involve killing anyone!!” N quickly hides the hybrid behind himself, “I-I mean, sh-she doesn’t even look like she could hurt anyone… No scary syringe-tail, clearly no arm-weapons…” he grabs one of the pup’s paws and holds it out, “Just soft little paws, see?”

He squeezes them for emphasis, his smile growing; Uzi simply looks back and forth between the two, slowly accepting the fact N won’t let her desires become reality. Yes, N has regenerative abilities and even recovered from the last time Uzi actually shot him, but she doesn’t like him being generally hurt and thus can’t just fire anyway. What? It’s not like she likes him or anything…! … Okay, maybe a little. Bite her!

Anyway, N made some good points… It’s weird humans would make something like this to kill them all, when disassembly drones seemed to be doing a fine enough job. It’s not like they hid behind her father’s doors because they feared the snow out here… Speaking of fear, this weird dog-thing seemed more eager to escape Uzi than destroy her. She was even the same size as Uzi, making her even less formidable. No, Uzi’s not short, the weird dog-thing is! “But being the same size as something ‘short’ makes you--” blah, blah, blah, bite her-- again!

But still, why was this clearly unnatural thing able to exist; plus, if she’s organic and all, how is she not dying from the frigid wasteland and unsuitable air? Something about her just doesn’t sit right with Uzi…

“Fine, N, I won’t kill it…” she sighs, “... But do me a favor and get rid of it yourself then,” she then rolls her eyes at his dramatic gasp, “No, I don’t mean you have to do it like that… You know, maybe throw a stick or something, and disappear before she’s got a chance to come back?”

“B-But Uzi…”

“No ‘buts,’ I don’t see any reason why it’d be a good idea to keep it around…”

“But there’s no reason why it’d be a bad one…”

“N…”

The taller drone bites his lip, his eyes shifting about. Then he suddenly perks up.

“Okay, Uzi, no problem! You won’t ever see her again…”

“Good, now do it before she causes us any trouble…”

N expands his metallic wings and flies off with the strange pup.

“Hey, just tell her to run back into the trees or something!” Uzi cries, “Don’t just leave me alone to-- UGH…”

Why did she even bother asking him for help…? Well, at least he’d return to actually do that… Uzi puts her gun back behind herself and ventures on. Of course, N was back in a near-instant. Uzi thought he seemed suspiciously happy for someone who just got rid of something that he took a liking to… He claimed he found someplace the pup could safely stay and would be taken care of. Note to herself: Uzi must check any areas that’d be perfect for hiding a potentially dangerous dog-human-thing… 

Oh, look at that: later on, she catches N carrying something in his hands.

“What’s that?”

He yelps and turns around.

“Oh, hey, Uzi…”

“... ‘#1 Pet’?” she points to the crafted water bowl, before crossing her arms, “... You’re seriously keeping her?”

That’s all she needed to say. N then shifts his eyes around, holding the welded and muglike water dish in his hands.

“... Mmmmayyyybbeeeee…?”

He chuckles and grins, making Uzi roll her eyes.

“... Do you think she’ll like it?” N asks, “I even put on this handle, in case she wants to drink it more like a person!”

“Just make sure she doesn’t kill anyone or cause any other trouble…”

“Don’t worry, Claire’s way too sweet and obedient for that!”

“You’re going with that for a name? How about one that actually kicks ass: like, ‘Vira’ or the classic ‘Cujo’? Although, I guess ‘Cuja’ would sound better for a girl…”

“Oh no, I didn’t name her, that’s what it said on her tag!”

Oh yeah, she was wearing a collar of sorts… Perhaps Uzi should take a closer look at it sometime, then they’ll get some answers to this “Claire” suddenly showing up-- and why she did.

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It's always fun to have your ocs interact with canon characters. Of course, I prefer going the platonic route as I'm not big on romance... Also, it's fun to take fanart/fan comics and turn them into an expanded tale through literary writing. Yes, this will be a bit of a "series" as I wanna make more images/comics.