#Ok but can she do my eyeliner

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Hi o/

I nominated my OC Mercury/Miki (blue) for this competition!! Saturn (green) is just a friend and won't be competing

She has no idea where she is or what to do

She's a lil nervous

aww don’t be nervous!!! you can come sit in the lounge with us, we have headphones if you need them :3 -Iridiana

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𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘢 𝘶𝘱!

itoshi sae

when papa sae denied little natsuki—saying that she's too young for skincare—only makes her pout as she runs out of the bathroom.

"natsuki?" he halted when he saw his princess infront of your mirror, your beauty products scattered, even on the floor and when natsuki turns around, her papa's eyes go wide.

if not papa's skincare, then there's ma's makeup that would make her prettier than she already is.

"'m pretty now!" she says, holding up your lipstick, "papa i wanna make you look pretty too!"

"natsuki, come here," he says as he pulls a damp tissue, crouching down to her level as he starts wiping the makeup off of her face, completely unaware of what's going on in her mischievous little mind.

she smears the lipstick that she held on his cheek, "natsu—!"

"papa blushy blushy!" she giggles, "i wanna do more!"

he sighs. how can he say no to his princess? he really can't.

"what's..." they both froze, "...what's going on?"

little natsuki let's out a sheepish giggle while sae exhales, explaining everything.

you couldn't hold back your laugher, "you look good, sae," more laugher as your stomach start to hurt, making him glare at you.

"natsuki, you don't need makeup," you say as you hold your princess in your arms, "you're already so pretty," you look at sae, "but maybe we can help you if you wanna do skincare with papa so bad."

her eyes brightened, "yay!" she squealed.

later that day, sae ordered the best 3-4 step skincare that's child friendly.

itoshi rin

sakura rushed to her papa who was sitting on the couch who was scrolling through his phone, "papa," she calls.

he raises his eyebrow, seeing her hide something behind her back, "what is it, sakura?"

she giggles, giving him a smile(she doesn't even have all teeth yet she looks so adorable T_T), she reveals an eyeliner.

"sakura," he calls sternly, "what did ma tell you about touching her purse?"

she pouts, "jus wanna make papa pretty," she looks up at him with her pretty doe eyes, "pleaseeeee?" oh and who was rin to say no to her?

"there there..." sakura focuses, her tongue sticking out as she applies the eyeliner crookedly, "aaaaand there! all done! all pretty!" she shows him a little hand mirror, making him huff.

"papa do mine too! wanna look pretty too!"

rin clicks his tongue, telling his princess that she's already pretty. beautiful even, while applying eyeliner carefully.

click! click! click!

both rin and sakura look at the doorway where you stood, taking pictures of him.

"delete."

"no!"

rin had to pin you down after chasing you and even so, he didn't delete those pictures.

isagi yoichi

"papa hold still," yuki scolded, making you chuckle as her papa sheepishly says 'sorry princess.'

he waited patiently as yuki applies obnoxious amount of blush on his face while you record the whole process.

for a final touch, she picks up the brown eyeliner, tapping so many spots on his nose as cheeks as freckles.

"done!" she cheered.

then it was yoichi's time to put makeup on her, and sadly, he was very poor at it but you were there to guide and even if he messes up, yuki wouldn't mind one bit.

"there you go," yoichi leans back to look at her, "my princess."

"ok, one...two...three!" you click the picture of both of them smiling ear to ear and yoichi didn't mind you posting it on your socials.

#FrecklesAndFun

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kuronaaaaaaa: isagi isagi pretty pretty

hiori_yo_official: tutorial when?

bachirathecoolestxx: wowwwww 😍😍🔥🔥😝😝😝😻😻👍👍🤞🤞💥💥

michael kaiser

little anne was legit crying because her ma said that she couldn't get a red liner tattoo like her papa so obviously, her papa had to improvise somehow.

michael took anne's paintbrush, dipped it in water and the red colour as he applied it under her eyes.

"there. all done," he says and anne looks into the hand mirror to she her pretty little face.

"papa."

"yes princess?"

your mischievous daughter grins, taking another paintbrush, dipping it into the paint as she cheekily painted two round circles on her papa's cheeks and one big one on his nose.

he laughs, "what are you doing, princess?"

"making you look pretty!" she concentrates, "aaand finished!"

"do i look pretty?"

"...papa," she holds his hand as she says this, "you look like a clown."

the both of them hear laugher from the hallway. they turn to see as you stood there, arms crossed at you observed them.

"your papa already looks like a clown, he doesn't need makeup for that."

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[astonmartinii]

i hope your finger’s ok!! please take all the time you need and remember you health comes first :) imma be selfish and send you a charles request cause ur writing makes me smile at my phone like an idiot and i can’t help it :p ok so!! charles x versteppen reader? shes max’s sister and drives for redbull (cause im delulu like that) and they’ve been fighting w each other since they were kids (no one knows why they started arguing they’re j petty and refuse to give it up even though they dk what they’re arguing abt anymore) and obvs they’re in love w each other - maybe another drivers flirting w her or smth and charles j snaps and hard launches the reader cause surprise they’ve been dating each other 🤭 holy shit this is long sorry for rambling 🙏🙏

angel baby, devil child | charles leclerc social media au

pairing: charles leclerc x verstappen!reader

enemies to lovers blah blah blah

yourusername

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yourusername: crazy, crazy race. sorry not sorry to the tifosi, tell ur girl @charles_leclerc to kiss my ass not my rear tyre xoxo

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user1: okay they're clearly still in the enemies phase... when can we skip to lovers

user2: i personally love that charles is the mortal enemy of both verstappen siblings that's so slay of him

maxverstappen1: crop me out again and say goodbye to a tow in qualifying

yourusername: sorry maxy, not my fault i got all the photogenic genes xx

maxverstappen1: erm rude @christianhorner tell her to stop bullying me

yourusername: two can play at that game @sebastianvettel tell max to stop being a baby

user3: the way neither christian or seb replied they really don't get paid enough to deal with them

charles_leclerc: what is it with verstappens and their love for pushing me off the track

yourusername: what is it with your front wing and my rear tyre

charles_leclerc: umm i asked you first

yourusername: stop deflecting babe, we all know you love my ass so much you wanted a touch

charles_leclerc: i'd rather deep fry my hands than touch your rear

maxverstappen1: that can be arranged

user4: can't wait for these three to all be in the same press conference next week 🍿

carlossainz55: my favourite person to share the podium with

yourusername: thanks chilli (@tifosi you heard it here sainz is against ferrari 1-2s)

carlossainz55: NO that's not what i meant

landonorris: i see how it is ... god all men are the same AM I NOT PRETTY ENOUGH FOR YOU?

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maxverstappen1: happy birthday to my bestest friend, biggest rival and favourite roommate. though maybe now you're 23 you can get your own place so you can sneak out to meet up with your secret boyfriend on your own terms and can keep that massive ballsack away from jimmy and sassy. i love you and verstappen dominance 4 ever.

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user7: i love y/n but i think she should bring her cat to races as a scare tactic

yourusername: wrinkle doesn't appreciate your tone but it is duly noted

yourusername: awwwwwwwww i love you maxy !! and you're never getting rid of your little sister unless you get married and ur a big fat nerd so that's never happening xx

maxverstappen1: attacking me after i just bought you a whole ass car

yourusername: i JOKE. thank you soooo much and you'll never get rid of me you love me too much to anyway.

maxverstappen1: enough to finally introduce me to the mystery man?

yourusername: blocked.

user8: are we all just ignoring her doing her literal eyeliner with a knife?

user9: or the fact that max likely walked in and was like oh wait this is a sick shot

danielricciardo: oh no that was me, i'm still traumatised but it's probably the best photo i've ever taken

yourusername: easy to do with a model like me

charles_leclerc: wtf is that thing in the last one

yourusername: rude of you to think ur balls look any nicer

charles_leclerc: what?

yourusername: what?

user10: does anyone want to elaborate?

carlossainz55: happy birthday y/n !

yourusername: thanks carlos, thank you for the flowers 👍

user11: this is either their way of flirting or y/n really couldn't give a flying fuck about carlos' obvious crush on her

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yourusername: another trip around the sun and still following my brother around, difference is now i beat him x

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user16: your honour i am so obsessed with her

maxverstappen1: can't even be angry about it, you deserve the world

yourusername: you softy, i love you

maxverstappen1: also dummy i know who your boyfriend is now did you guys forget that we LITERALLY LIVE TOGETHER

yourusername: i was intoxicated my bad but we bought you breakfast?

maxverstappen1: literally the only reason he hasn't gone over the balcony, he might want to be gone before this hangover wears off

yourusername: noted.

user17: yall want to share with the class?

user18: based on ^^ this reaction i'm going to say it's not carlos

user19: watch out he'll drop a shit pick-up line in a second and be rejected

carlossainz55: hope you enjoyed your birthday beautiful

user20: bro this guy STINKS

user19: i told yall

yourusername: thank you carlos

user21: i'm sorry this is dry as hell it can't be carlos

charles_leclerc: my shoes will never recover, i'll be sending an invoice your way

yourusername: you're a millionaire boo, you can replace those tacky white trainers yourself

charles_leclerc: is having no manners a verstappen trait?

yourusername: come for max all you want, but the birthday girl? low leclerc

charles_leclerc: when you go low i go lower

yourusername: oh believe me i know all about you and going down

user22: DO YALL MIND?

user23: do they think we're dumb?

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc: a weekend without racing?

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user24: what is biden doing about the soft launch pandemic?

user25: well this is oddly timed ...

yourusername: you look like you'd have sweaty hands

charles_leclerc: wouldn't you like to know

yourusername: unlike all ur fangirls i've actually smelt you sweaty after a race so you can keep your hands to yourself

maxverstappen1: you heard her 🤨

charles_leclerc: why are you here? is this a 2 for 1 deal on annoying dutch people

yourusername: you can call him annoying all you want, but you love me don't lie

charles_leclerc: my lawyer says i shouldn't comment on that ;)

sebastianvettel: when will you two stop?

yourusername: sorry seb :(

charles_leclerc: sorry seb :(

user26: i know carlos is sick reading this weird flirting when y/n never comments on his pics

user27: she comes here just to flirt cause she didn't even like the photo

user28: she doesn't even follow him 😭

pierregasly: i love a slow burn as much as the next person BUT NOT WHEN I DON'T KNOW WHO IT IS PICK UP THE PHONE

charles_leclerc: you're so dramatic, nobody knows calmar

maxverstappen1: he's lying i do

pierregasly: WHAT

charles_leclerc: by ACCIDENT i didn't tell him by choice

user29: so like, it's definitely y/n LOL

user30: oh no everyone get ready marca is going to run a story tomorrow about how charles leclerc is ruining carlos' career with psychological warfare by flirting with the girl he likes

user31: sainz sr about to wage war lol

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charles_leclerc: i don't share. i love you. please follow me on instagram now (and let me come on max's jet) x

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user35: HOLY FUCK

user36: they're so fucking sexy my lord

yourusername: you're so weak, one teammate flirts with me and you hard launch, i've had 12 year olds use me as a face claim to pretend they're pregnant with your child

charles_leclerc: they took your face? i happen to quite like it, can they give it back?

yourusername: quite?

charles_leclerc: don't make me look bad you know i positively LOVE YOUR FACE

yourusername: and my ass since it's all you look at on track

charles_leclerc: okay you can drop the act now people know we're in love stop being mean to me :(

yourusername: but it's true, no?

charles_leclerc: rest assured i love your actual ass much more

maxverstappen1: believe me the people she lives with know WAY too much about how much you love it

user37: carlos sainz really thought he had a chance when these fools have been together for TWO years

sebastianvettel: congratulations you two, glad we don't have to watch you two trying to be subtle now

maxverstappen1: so wait when did you find out?

sebastianvettel: about two weeks into the relationship, they were very obvious

yourusername: thank you for keeping our secret dad <3

user38: y/n really said you ARE my grid dad

yourusername: oh no that's my actual dad

charles_leclerc: he's literally going to walk y/n down the aisle

maxverstappen1: please don't tell me you're engaged? i only just got over you actually being together

charles_leclerc: i'm not your brother yet don't worry (i will be soon)

carlossainz55: congrats guys

user39: it's okay bro you can cry

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yourusername: two years with the love of my life, still on max's side on val d'argenton x

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user40: they're disgusting (when will it happen to me)

charles_leclerc: we'll have to agree to disagree

yourusername: just admit it you love to push verstappens off the track

charles_leclerc: sorry babe as much as i love you, i'll never let you win x

yourusername: good thing i always beat you then x

charles_leclerc: either way victory sex still bangs

user41: yes, yes they're cute, but i need a full on play-by-play of how this relationship came to be

user42: i know these menaces were giggling and kicking their feet every time they had an argument in comment sections

yourusername: oh it was very fun

charles_leclerc: but the radio messaged are 100% real lol

maxverstappen1: thanks for having my back, you're welcome for all the gross pictures i've taken for you guys

yourusername: consider your payment like every meal i make us

maxverstappen1: well if i did it f1 would be down three drivers

user43: wait so does charles basically live with them now?

maxverstappen1: unfortunately yes. depressing music, even worse cooking than me and horrendously loud sex with my sister. i should kick him out

charles_leclerc: i literally bought you noise-cancelling headphones?

maxverstappen1: nothing you can say will save me from this trauma

yourusername: just shag daniel and get off of our case x

note: ahhhhh i am so sorry this request took so long, my inbox keeps moving stuff around lol. my finger is good thanks for asking, the human body is a wonder and i peeled off the last of my scab this week lol. i hope this was the kinda thing you were looking for !! xx

[megalomaniacz]

ur toxic pit fighter vi thingy is having me twirling my hair. me want more movie ….. if it ok….

TOXIC PITFIGHTER VI HEADCANONS PT2

i got you darling, more movie :)

incredibly short tempered. everyone has 30 seconds…29…28…27

last book she read was the art of seduction

likes the feeling of nails scratching her back

eats so messily and gets mad when you try to offer her a napkin

swears she can fix everything in the house and ends up making shit worse

air boxes next to you when you’re cooking in the kitchen

loves SPICY noodles. her asshole doesn’t tho…

doesn’t understand that a pillow fight is not an actual fight and you always end up on the floor teary eyed

likes when you do her hair and won’t let anyone else do it

used sharpie as eyeliner in middle school

“name five creed songs” head ass

has a picture of her and vander hung up in her room :(

lies about being over her ex

loves drawing on your face while you’re sleeping

invited jinx over for dinner once (it was take out) and they proceeded to break several lamps, had a mini food fight, and some words that i cannot repeat were exchanged…

gives you her jacket when you’re cold

smells like grease and milds

told you she’d pick you up from work but fell asleep instead

bad. bad. BAD texter. dont even get me started.

wants snakebites

will cuddle you sometimes in her sleep and she’s sooo warm

don’t gaf. will fuck you in public doesn’t care who hears and you better wear that skirt she likes

secretly sniffs your clothes when she misses you

lowkey has cuteness aggression and bites you during sex

[saturnbellfromhell]

Roasting your Moon Sign

Welcome back everyone to a little silly goofy post. I haven't been on the app for a long time because of my school, work and internship, but now I can proudly say I've finished a big chapter in my life and can't wait to be back writing, posting, chatting! Hope you all enjoy this easy-going post and don't take it to heart, it's just a fun time, not a serious time.

〰️ If you're easily offended by jokes and giggles don't read this post, most of my friends, family and people I know are some if these signs, so don't take it so far. In the end I will ne roasting myself as well. :)

➰️ARIES MOON

Why so explosive all the time? I know your emotions run wild, but being so dramatic won't get you anywhere. Take a nap sometimes will ya. No nobody thinks you're annoying all the time, just sometimes. We still love our divas.

➰️ TAURUS MOON

Sleeping again? Shopping again? Fighting over food with your significant other, aren't you? No, you can't get that puppy, you're too lazy to take care if it. Also, we get it, you love art and have the best taste in movies. You do have a nice decorated house, I'll give you that.

➰️GEMINI MOON

Yes, you're so different. Yes, we are all boring in your eyes. No, it's not cute to have an avoidant attachment style. Yes, your shoes are amazing, no, I wouldn't wanna go shopping with you. Why are you constantly buying new apps on your phone? Did you forget about your old friends again because you found a new group of people?

➰️ CANCER MOON

The moody bitch you are, always complaing about how stressed they are even though they cried 2 years ago. Do you always wake up and remember what food you didn't eat in a long time? I know for a fact you would be mad if I showed up at your house without an invitation. Do you also hate traveling because you're too scared to leave the safe place of your house or because you hate leaving your house?

➰️LEO MOON

We get it, you're always right. Yes you are loud yes you are annoying at times, but lovable aswell. Does everybody need to know your bf/gf treats you like a princess? Stop buying so much gold jewerly! You're moving in with a celebrity?

➰️ VIRGO MOON

So how was your day? No,no not work, not the new cleaning appliance you bought, how was your day? O the Turkish eggs at brunch were too cold when served and your dermatitis came back? And you deleted your "sad girl playlist? Damn that's harsh, but your eyeliner is still phenomenal, hope you have a good week even though I know you haven't had a normal week in a long time queen.

➰️LIBRA MOON

No I can't remember all your situationships, boy toys and playboys and wasn't Mark your ex in fucking elementary school, how'd you find him again? I know you're into pilates, you told me that 5 times already. No I don't want to get botox after 2 shots of tequila. Tramp stamp tattoos are cute, sure.

➰️SCORPIO MOON

Ok...yes your ex was a whore and that ex best friend really did lie to you. No don't get in your car and crash it into their house and than set it on fire and watch the flames feather out. Stop looking at me with those serial killer eyes! No, we will not stalk your boss because you think she's having an affair. Yes your knife collection is hot.

➰️ SAGGITARIUS MOON

We get it...you love porn. Yes we get it, you're so loose and easy going and so open and so talkative. No, blondy at the bar is not staring at you, she literally is sitting with her husband...You're moving to Malta? And you got a job in Thailand? And you're 2nd wedding is on the coast of rural Australia??

➰️ CAPRICORN MOON

Is your favorite movie still American Pyscho? O really, you still have the same routine as him, interesting. We get it, yes, you're an introvert. Yes people are gross, yes your cat is amazing. You got into Harvard Law?? On a random Tuesday and you got your Masters? Still fighting with your dad eh...yea, he's a cunt.

➰️AQUARIUS MOON

Can you stop being in your head for 10 minutes damn. And also can you stop talking about your feelings and just start you know...feeling them? Still trying to figure out why society is weird and you feel left out? You spent all your money on your library cards, are you serious..

➰️PISCES MOON

You broke up with your dismissive,back stabbing, crazy ex again? That's the 10th time this month. No, you don't love her, she's literally using you. No, we are not doing MDMA at a carnival to forget everything. Where have you been, why were you taking a walk for 5 hours?

That's all for now, hope you giggled a little. Love all my signs at the end of the day, we are all a little too much at times. Can you guess which I am...😅

[aurorawritestoescape]

BAD BLOOD pt 3

Pairing: step uncle Joel Miller x f!reader x stepdad Tommy Miller

Tw: +18, mdni, smut, step-cest, big age gap (reader is 22, Joel and Tommy are in their late and mid-40s), perv!Joel, dark!Joel, dark!reader, dubconned!Tommy, mention of f!oral, mention of mfm, fingering, semi public, cum eating, degradation kink, praise kink, daddy kink, alcohol consumption, swearing, reader wears makeup.

Summary: Joel and Tommy take you out and things get heated.

Word count: 5,8k

A/n: it took me longer than I planned but pt 3 is finally here. I really hope you’ll like it! Kisses and hugs to everyone who has given love to the series💖 I’m very grateful!! Special thank you to @milla-frenchy for the support! Ily baby❤️

Series Masterlist || MASTERLIST

*****

You’re sitting at your vanity putting final touches to your makeup. Butterflies are dancing in your stomach and your pussy is tingling as the anticipation of the night electrifies your nerves.

You can’t believe that it’s finally going to happen. You’ve been imagining it for so long. Every holiday, every family visit to your college, every time you saw your stepdad the desire for him ignited your core. You imagined him taking you in your bed, claiming your pussy under the secrecy of the night. You wished he would send your mom to hell, close the door in her face and take you in your dorm room. You dreamt of him fucking you on your desk and making you squirt all over the books. You’ve craved that cock and the man attached to it for so long and today you’re finally going to get it all.

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“Can you hurry up?” Joel’s booming voice startles you and your hand jerks making your eyeliner too thick. “Tommy’s waiting at the car and getting on my nerves, fidgety fucker.”

You see your step uncle’s reflection in the mirror and exclaim not turning to him, “Fuck! Stop creeping on me! Go away!”

Despite your words you quickly check him out through the mirror. He’s wearing dark blue jeans and a cardigan with the lowest V neck you’ve ever seen. Your mouth waters when you see his naked chest.

The man curses and steps into your bedroom shutting the door behind him. You turn swiftly, raising your hand in a stop gesture.

“No. Get out! You’re not coming on my face again. I just did my makeup,” you turn back to the mirror and start fixing your ruined eyeliner barely moving your lips to talk, “tonight is about Tommy and me anyway.”

“In love with your stepdad. Fuckin’ hell!” Joel chuckles, walking to your bed. He sits down and places the elbows on his thighs. His voice gets serious, “I want you to remember what you promised me, angel. No back outs.”

“I’m not in love, Joel. Just wanna fuck him. I’m gonna do everything the way we planned, ok? I can’t believe he’s still talking to you. After what you’ve done.”

Joel rubs his beard hiding a smile. “Told him you wanted to find out if he’d fuck you and I obliged. Then I just made big eyes ‘What?! She recorded it? No way! What a bitch!’ He ate it up,” he adds, looking pleased with himself.

You finally turn to him, eyes wide and mouth agape.

“Oh, so he thinks you’re innocent?!”

“Tommy knows that I’m far from innocent. But you…”, he points his index finger at you, “your stunt shocked him. His sweet stepdaughter, blackmailing him into fucking her.. Shit!” He adjusts himself and you lick your lips shooting a glance at his bulge.

You turn back to the mirror and silence fills the bedroom while you’re applying your lipstick. You feel Joel's heavy gaze on you until his gruff voice breaks it, “This color will look great smeared on my balls, baby.”

You scoff at his words but don’t say anything. You can’t deny that the desire to suck him off has been growing exponentially since the moment he slapped you in the backyard. Especially when you saw his fat cock that morning. Now you really want that bonus he promised stuffed into your pussy.

When the makeup is done you get up and walk to the bed. Your short black dress with sheer sleeves is laid out next to Joel who’s manspreading his thick thighs. His knee touches your bare leg and you step away furrowing your brows and whine, “Can you leave? I need to change.” Your voice lacks confidence as in reality you want him to stay and watch but it’s hard to admit that this man who looks more like a pimp than a contractor makes your pussy tingle.

“What’s the matter, angel? We’re family, no need to be shy around me.”

You roll your eyes and shift on your feet contemplating your next move. After a few moments your hands rise up to untie your robe. You open it not turning away from Joel and throw it off your shoulders fully exposing yourself. The robe pools at your feet as you’re looking at him with defiance.

Joel’s expression is serious and pensive. He takes you in like you’re an object on display in a shop window. You hold your breath fearing that any degrading comment thrown your way now might really hurt you. But a wave of relief washes over you when you see him breathe in sharply, lean back on his hand, spreading his legs wider and palming his bulge.

“What if I give you my bonus right now, angel. I feel generous.”

Triumph seizes you when you see the signs of his desire - your power over him. You have an upper hand and now it’s your turn to smirk.

“Don’t think so, step uncle. Need to ask my daddy first.”

You turn around and walk to the dresser hearing the man chuckle. You feel his gaze on your ass and push it out a little to give him a better view.

You open the top drawer and look through your panties and bras wanting to choose a perfect set for tonight.

You hear your bed creak and then the heat of Joel’s body warms up your bare back and ass.

“Want me to help you choose, angel? I know what my brother likes.”

“I was thinking this one,” you muse picking up a red lacy set and showing it to him.

“Fuck, it’s hot, baby. Suits you well. Slutty,” he comments and then leans lower, his lips are brushing your ear as he whispers, “but don’t forget your role, angel. You’re his innocent stepdaughter. He thinks he hates that he wants to fuck you but he fuckin’ loves it. He’s as twisted as me, just hides it.”

He raises his arms at your sides caging you between his massive biceps and searches through the drawer. He’s looking over your shoulder and when his hot wet exhale hits your naked breasts, your nipples get hard. He picks up a light pink mesh set, decorated with cute little white hearts.

“Wear this one and he’ll bust his nut as soon as he sees you”.

“I kinda need him to last,” you murmur but decide to follow his advice.

The thoughts are jumbled in your head as Joel’s low voice and hot breath on your naked skin are making you weak. You press your thighs together chasing any relief from the ache in your core. You feel cold air on your wet pussy. His bulge grazes the hollow of your ass and you bite your lip trying to swallow a whimper that is crawling up your throat.

“Yeah, it’s a good one,” you say, your voice soft and breathy. You want to take the lingerie from him but he doesn’t let you and pulls his hand away.

“I’ll help, angel.” You hear shuffling and turn around slightly to see him get on one knee behind you. He looks up at you, still dominant even in this position and your breath hitches.

Suddenly his hands grip your thighs and he turns you around. His face is so close to your pussy now your clit tingles and you gush more.

He drops his head and brings the panties to your feet. Your mouth parts with a surprise.

“Come on,” he hurries you and you step into the underwear, one foot and then the other. He hums with satisfaction and pulls them up, his hands brushing your legs and tickling your skin making it erupt in goosebumps. He notices your body’s reaction to his touch and stops his hands mid thigh looking straight at your pussy.

“Joel,” you whine as a sudden surge of shyness grasps you.

He seems not to hear. He leans closer to your mound and you gasp when his nose pushes into the spot just above your seam.

Then he plants a soft kiss on your mound and you take a deep breath as the desire overwhelms you. You want his mouth on you with fierce desperation, your mind is empty and only one thought is swirling through it, “do it do it, do it.”

You shut your eyes ready to drown in pleasure and hear his soft and seductive voice as his breath warms your skin, “Who’s gonna eat your pussy tonight, angel, me or your stepdaddy?”

You can’t help but imagine them both between your thighs and you moan dropping down your head and running your fingers through his hair.

To your disappointment Joel pulls the panties up and doesn’t stop until your pussy lips swallow the sheer fabric. It presses on your clit and you take a sharp breath as a surge of need ignites your core.

You lift one leg, brace your hand on the dresser behind you and put your thigh over his broad shoulder giving him a perfect view of your pussy. Then your hand darts to pull the material to the side and you bite your lower lip as his hot breath hits your wet skin. Joel growls and raises his eyes at you. His gaze is so dark the irises are hardly visible. You’re sure your pupils are as blown as his.

“Want uncle to lick your pretty pussy?” he asks softly but you hear a trace of mockery in his voice. Your need suffocates your pride and you answer him by gliding your foot up and down his muscular back.

He hums and leans closer to your center. You hold your breath in anticipation and run your fingers through his hair ready to tug on them when he finally eats you out. But you furrow your brows and blink in confusion when he presses his cheek to your folds and stills. “What are you..?”

Suddenly he moves his head up and down against your sensitive pussy rubbing it with his rough scruff. You cry out and jump back away from him.

“What the fuck, Joel?! It hurts!” you’re fuming looking at your burning folds while he chuckles getting up from the floor with a grunt.

“Just wanted to save your scent, baby,” he laughs rubbing his beard and you shout at him to get out putting on a bra.

“You have 5 minutes,” he says, still chuckling as he leaves the room.

***

When you finally step outside the house you see the brothers smoking by Joel’s truck. Jess took your stepdad’s car to go on a spa retreat and her plans to waste Tommy’s money pampering herself coincided perfectly with your plans to fuck her husband.

You bite your lip when you see Tommy wearing a black western shirt and dark jeans. Your heart sings at the thought that he wanted to look good to take you out.

Tommy quickly looks you over, trying to hide his interest but you notice his gaze slide over your body tightly enveloped by the slinky dress.

Joel on the other hand doesn’t hide anything. “Looking good, baby,” he comments shamelessly adjusting his bulge.

“Let’s go,” you say, coming up to the truck and batting your lashes at Tommy, “Daddy, will you keep me company in the back?”

“Sweetheart...” Tommy starts talking with an unsure expression but you pout your lips, mouthing, “please”.

He sighs and gets in the back seat. A little part of you wonders if he’s pushed by your threat or genuine desire to be close to you. But you shut this little voice down reminding yourself that the result is what’s important.

When you get into the car your dress rides up exposing even more of your thighs but you don’t bother tugging it down.

Joel starts the engine and backs out of the driveway while you’re looking around at the interior of his truck. It’s surprisingly tidy and you’re genuinely impressed until your gaze raises up and to your shock you see your panties hanging on the rear view mirror. Your jaw drops and you’re about to shout at Joel when you stop yourself. You realize that the perv must have picked them up from the floor of your room that morning and you’re not eager to let your stepdad know about your fun time with your step uncle.

So you shut your mouth and see Joel winking at you in the mirror.

Tommy on the other hand reacts as soon as he sees it, “God, Joel, take this thing off!”

“Why?” His older brother asks with defiance driving through the town streets with one hand on the wheel.

Tommy just sighs, not even trying to come up with a reason.

You’re squirming in your seat praying that Joel doesn’t mention whose panties are now swinging in front of the windshield. You almost moan with relief when he turns on some classic rock and doesn’t say anything.

Your eyes keep shooting at Tommy from time to time who’s looking out of the window. You hate that he’s so far so you unbuckle your seat belt and slide over closer to him. You trace a wedding band on his finger getting his attention. He snaps his head your way, brows furrowed.

“Get back in your seat. ‘s dangerous.”

You take his hand and bring it up to your lips as he’s watching you closely. You press your cheek to his knuckles and rub your face against his hand.

“Love when you worry about me, daddy,” you purr into his hand and then place it on your thigh that’s further from him.

You put your hand over his and make him squeeze your naked flesh.

“Keep me safe, please,” you breathe out feeling his palm against your skin, so close to your pussy and at the same time torturously far.

“I ain’t a seat belt, sweetie,” Tommy mumbles looking down at your skin erupting in goosebumps under his touch. He takes a sharp breath and lifts his hips before spreading his legs a little wider. You notice his bulge has grown bigger and you close your eyes for a second trying to calm down but sink even deeper in the sticky pit of desire. You think about moving his hand to your inner thigh and then closer towards your pussy. His fingers would immediately find your panties soaked and if he slid his thumb under the fabric he could easily find your throbbing clit and …

“Hey, lovebirds!” Joel rumbles and you snap your eyes open as he interrupts your daydreaming.

Tommy clears his throat feeling his brother's eyes on him in the car mirror and his hand flies away from your thigh. You curse Joel inwardly for ruining the moment.

Joel’s head turns to you slightly as he asks, “how about we skip the restaurant and get a motel, huh?”

You know that you’re the one he’s asking because Tommy has no say in any of this thanks to the recording you have on your phone.

“I’m not some cheap hooker you picked up at a gas station, Joel. I can’t just jump into bed with you,” you reply, putting your seatbelt back on.

Joel laughs and your stomach burns with rage. You’re fed up with his mocking, his attitude, his cockiness.

“What’s so fucking funny, old man?” You spit out at him grinding your teeth.

“Fuck, baby,” he says locking eyes with you in the mirror, “I don’t remember buying you dinner before I jizzed all over your pretty face a few days ago?”

“You WHAT?!” Tommy exclaims and your heart falls into your stomach. As long as you’ve known him you never heard him raise his voice like that, maybe only watching sports but never at a person. Especially Joel. He scoots forward in his seat to get closer to Joel and grabs his arm. “Have you fucked her already?” Joel seems absolutely unfazed as he replies in his usual “fuck y’all” tone, “No, I haven, Tommy, relax. We just fooled around. The princess wanted to come and I helped her.”

Tommy’s head snaps in your direction and you squeeze your body into the seat as fear grips your heart. He looks livid, eyes are scorching you under the furrowed brows, lips form a tight line in anger or disappointment. You feel small under his stare and stammer weakly, “d..daddy, he didn’t… ”

He suddenly gets closer to you, leans in, grabs your hand and squeezes it in his. It’s not painful but his strength and wrath make your breath hitch and your pussy clenches around nothing as the fear affects you like an aphrodisiac.

“If he fucks your needy hole before I do, believe my words, sweetie, I won’t touch you. You can put that recording of me on national television I don’t give a fuck. Got it?” He throws the words at you as his eyes are boring into yours.

You whimper as his face is so close you feel his breath on your parted lips. Realizing that he’s waiting for your answer you nod hastily and he gets back in his seat.

You feel your world tilting and turning upside down. Your stepdad, the calmest, softest man you know just shouted at his brother and said all that to you.

Tommy’s still fuming, clenching and unclenching his fist resting on his thigh and you wonder why it stirred him up that much. Why has his possessiveness burst out now? It was the first time you witnessed his passion for you. Is it sibling rivalry? Insecurity? Or did he finally let himself do what he’d wanted? You ask yourself these questions before you see Joel watch you through the mirror. He looks smug and you try to make your expression neutral not to give him the satisfaction.

You glance out of the window and your anxiety spikes up again seeing that you’re almost at the place you’ve picked.

“Oh, fuck no!” Tommy exclaims seeing where you three are going. “Are you fucking kidding me? You know that it’s Jess’ favorite place. How am I gonna look with you grinding against me all night?” He’s shooting daggers at you and you take a deep breath trying to find the right words.

“Tommy, listen. This restaurant is the only ok place in this shithole of a town. And I promise I’ll behave,”

Mistrust is painted on his face but seeing you shaken and nervous calms him down a bit.

“No ‘daddies’!” he demands pointing his finger at you.

“No “daddies,” you promise with sadness in your voice.

He points his finger at Joel next, “You too! None of your usual shit!”

Joel raises his hands and brows acting like he’s never done anything wrong in his life. You scuff but turn your pleading gaze at Tommy.

“And we leave when I say we leave!”

You hate losing your upper hand in the situation but your pussy is throbbing for him now, so dominant and rough, and you decide to submit this time.

You all get out of the car and Tommy stomps to the restaurant still angry. Having stayed alone with Joel you use the opportunity and grab his arm to stop him.

“Why have you said it? About the morning? I thought we were on the same page.”

“We are, angel.” Joel replies, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you in the direction of the entrance, “I know my brother. He always wants something I don’t have. He must be ecstatic seeing how hungry you’re for him. I just fiddled with his toy a bit and now he wants it even more.”

His hand grabs your ass and you slap it off getting away from him as you see Tommy watch you two waiting at the door.

You can’t believe that Joel is manipulating his brother so easily. But his words have reassured you and you feel less agitated.

When the brothers and you step into the restaurant, a host greets Tommy by the name and you see the confusion hiding behind his features at Mr Miller’s unusual company.

He asks about Jess and you cringe rolling your eyes so far up your head, the host gets even more flustered.

He leads you to your table and you settle down.

A waiter brings you the menus and you order a glass of red wine, adding “Please, you two, no hard liquor, we have a long night ahead of us,” Tommy chokes on his water as the waiter slightly raises his eyebrow.

Joel gets a beer and Tommy follows suit. When the waiter leaves your stepdad glares at you.

“You promised to behave.”

“I am behaving. I just don’t want you to forget why we’re here.”

Joel chimes in, leaning back against his chair with a grunt, “And why exactly are we here, baby?”

“I want us to get to know each other better.”

“We’re family, angel, I know everything there is about you.”

“Really? What’s my favorite color, Joel,” you ask, narrowing your eyes at him.

“The color of my brother’s dick?” Joel asks and you burst into giggles while Tommy mumbles profanities under his breath.

When the drinks arrive Joel starts asking Tommy about his work and you’re surprised to notice how the older brother eases him up. They talk and you listen, not really getting through the meaning of a bunch of contractor terms but you smile when they do and laugh when they say something funny.

Soon you’re drinking and talking and it actually feels comfortable. They reminisce about their life in Austin and you ask them questions genuinely interested in their past.

At one point Joel acts like a perfect wing man telling you a hot story of Tommy getting arrested for starting a bar fight because of a girl and you tingle all over. Your stepdad gives you a shy smile and your breath hitches.

Suddenly you feel Joel’s piercing gaze on you.

“What about you, angel? Got any fun college stories for us?” Tommy looks uncomfortable and you remember your promise to him to behave so you say softly,

“I’m a good girl, uncle Joel. I’m there to study, not to waste my time on boys.” You drop your gaze acting so innocent even you don’t believe yourself.

Joel chuckles and Tommy glances up at you with a little smile.

“Ok, our good girl. What about girls? Bet you’ve licked some pussies after a wild party.”

“Fuck, Joel,” Tommy curses and you bite your lip trying not to smile at the way your stepdad squirms in his chair. The wine makes you bolder and you decide to spice up the night.

“How about we play a game? I answer your question and then you two answer mine?” you offer fidgeting in your chair giddy with excitement.

“Shoot, baby.”

“No!”

The men reply at the same time. Tommy’s shaking his head and Joel slightly punches his brother’s shoulder.

“Come on, Tommy. Let’s hear how naughty our good girl gets. I remember you were fine with her… how did you put it… exploring herself.”

Your eyes are glinting with excitement as Joel quotes that dialogue. You remember it by heart now having listened and come to it so many times you lost count.

“Go ahead, angel,” Joel nods, motioning you to speak.

You take a deep breath and start talking softly.

“I’ve been with a girl just once. We weren’t wasted or anything,” You shoot a glance at Joel and then continue, “We were in her room watching a movie and then it kinda happened.” You suddenly feel shy as not only Joel’s but also Tommy’s gaze is glued to you.

“Nah, baby. We need details.” Joel’s voice, seducing and gruff, pulls the words out of your mouth before you can stop them.

“We started making out.. then I tugged her shirt down and sucked on her nipples,” you muse tracing the edge of the wet glass with your finger. “I kissed her stomach, then her pussy… She was so wet. So soft on my tongue. I sucked on her clit and fingered her for some time and she came…her pussy was clamping on my fingers so hard.”

When you lift your eyes you see the brothers stare at you with hungry obsidian eyes as if they’re ready to pounce on you at any moment. Joel palms himself through the jeans and Tommy doesn’t tear his eyes off you as they slide from your lips to your breasts and back up again.

For a few moments you three are soaking in this horny silence until you break it clapping your hands together.

“My turn!”

Tommy takes a big gulp of his beer and Joel raises his brows waiting for your question.

“Have you ever fucked a girl together? Like… shared her?” you quickly regret your question as only saying it already is making you uncomfortably wet.

You’re looking at Joel expecting him to answer but suddenly hear your stepdad’s voice,

“Yeah, we have. Once.”

Your head snaps his way and you gawk at him. You don’t say anything and just wait for him to continue. And he does.

“She was Joel’s girlfriend at the time. We went to a bar, got really drunk and fucked in the bathroom.”

Tommy glances up at you and then quickly averts his eyes.

“Fuck…,” you moan rubbing your thighs together imagining them using some lucky girl like that and ask,

“How did you do it?”

Joel leans closer to you placing his massive arms on the table and replies savoring every word while his velvety voice hits you right in the pussy, “I made her bend over to suck Tommy off and then shoved my dick deep into her cunt. He fucked her throat, I fucked her hole and we pumped her full.”

The moment Joel finishes talking you hear the waiter’s shaky voice asking if you’d like anything else.

Tommy curses and sends him away. He acts polite but his voice strains with rage.

He hastily gets up and mumbling the word ‘bathroom’ leaves you two. Before he turns away you spot his massive bulge and swallow loudly.

You take a deep breath trying to calm down.

“Angel, you ok?” Joel asks and laughs at you, shaking his head, “you want him, he wants you, what are all these fuckin’ games for? You coulda been stuffed with our cocks by now but no, little princes wanted to be wined and dined. Lets hope he doesn’t change his mind about tonight. If our plan goes to shit because of you, uncle Joel will get very angry. And you surely don’t want that, missy.” Joel’s expression is serious and you remember that he has his personal motive and his concern quickly becomes yours.

“I’ll talk to him,” you say, getting up from the table.

You come up to the bathroom and knock. It’s quiet so you knock again until you hear the lock click.

Tommy opens the door and steps out of the room but you gently push him back in.

“Please, let’s talk,”

You hear people’s voices and not wanting to be caught with you alone at the bathroom Tommy begrudgingly steps back and shuts the door behind you two.

“What?!” He grumps and steps up to the sinks. He opens the tap and bends down to wash his face.

You lean back against the door watching him and contemplating your next move. He’s about to snap and you’re afraid what unexpected fit he could throw again. You know he wants you and you need to be wise rather than play on his nerves. “You’re his innocent stepdaughter,” Joel’s words emerge from your mind.

You come up to him slowly and wait while he’s drying his face with a hand towel.

“I’m not a monster, Tommy. I don’t wanna ruin your life,” you speak softly, placing your hand on his shoulder. He turns to you, anger still painted on his face.

You inch closer, press your forehead to his shoulder and whisper breathing in his scent,

“I want you, Tommy. So fucking much.”

You feel vulnerable at the moment but that’s exactly what he wants you to be right now.

“So that’s why you spread your legs for my brother? ‘Cause you wanted me?”

You sniff not saying anything for a few moments, then lift your head, and glance up at him. His face is blurry as you’re looking at him through the tears.

“I was just horny, daddy. And when he was fingering me, I was imagining you fucking my pussy.”

Tommy’s breath hitches and you hold yours as well hoping he’ll react.

“Fuck, babygirl,” your stepdad whispers as his rage shifts into sympathy, his eyes sad and blown out.

The next moment he grabs you under your thighs, lifts you and sets you on the counter. He’s standing between your legs as you place your hands on his shoulders. His thumb wipes a tear from your cheek as the other hand is pressed to your lower back. You open your legs wider and the dress pulls up at your hips exposing your light pink panties.

“Shhh, don’t cry, sweetheart. I’m here,” he whispers, kissing your cheek gently and his head drops as he’s looking at your pussy, “I want you too.”

His smell, his touch, his confession make you ecstatic and you press your parted lips to his. They’re soft and plump as his tongue breaches your lips and he licks into your whimpering mouth. You grab his ass and pull him closer to your heated center. You feel him hard against your pussy and start grinding on his stiff bulge.

“What do you need, babygirl? Tell me,” Tommy says, parting from your lips.

“Touch me, please… can’t wait any longer,” you whine, pulling your dress up to the waist. His hands rush to free your pussy and you lift your hips before Tommy takes your panties off.

The cold marble under your ass makes you hiss but you forget about it as soon as Tommy’s fingers push between your folds and he rubs your clit making you moan.

“You like it, babygirl? Daddy’s finally touching your needy pussy.”

You can’t form any words so you just moan and nod your head frantically. His forehead is pressed against yours as you’re both watching his digits glide down to your hole and without hesitation he pushes his middle finger inside you. You’re so wet it slides in easily and he starts massaging your walls.

“More please,” you plead and he groans as his index finger joins the first.

“Good girl! You're sucking me in so well, can’t wait to bury my cock inside you,” Tommy murmurs in your ear and you whimper before you see the door opening. Your heart freezes in your chest as you’re about to get caught being fingered by your stepdad. But you breathe out with relief seeing Joel stepping into the bathroom.

“Fuckin’ finally,” he grumbles coming up to you two. He stands next to Tommy, his bulge pressed to your thigh. Through the haze of pleasure you feel Joel’s hand cup your tears stricken cheek and he leans to your ear and whispers, “Clever girl.”

Then his big palm squeezes your naked thigh as he asks you,

“Enjoying daddy’s fingers, angel? Who’s better at fingering your tight little hole, him or your uncle?”

Tommy groans and suddenly his lips are on yours. His kiss is hungry, desperate, claiming. You melt into it feeling your climax build as his fingers are pushing on the soft spot inside you.

You moan into his mouth and Tommy’s lips leave yours as he mumbles, “I’ll feed your pussy my cock.. soon, babygirl… just wait.”

“You’ll be full by the end of the night, angel,” Joel smirks and pulls down the neckline of your dress exposing your naked breasts to the men. He starts twitching your nipple as his brother is working your pussy.

Joel watches your face twist with pleasure, your teeth biting your lips mercilessly.

“Don’t ruin your pretty lips, angel,” he says, bringing his thumb to your mouth. He brushes your swollen lower lip and pulls it out from between your teeth, “Here.” He pushes his thumb into your mouth and you welcome it. You start sucking on his thick digit making the filthiest noises.

With your stepdad’s fingers fucking your hole and step uncle's thumb stuffing your mouth you feel yourself about to unravel. Tommy pushes you over the edge pressing his thumb to your clit and swirling it a few times.

“Come, babygirl. Make daddy proud,” Tommy says and your explode clumping hard on his fingers and moaning, your pretty noises muffled by Joel’s thumb still pressed to your tongue. The man praises you, “That’s our girl. Perfect little slut.”

The orgasm is hitting you hard and you’re shaking and trembling so Tommy wraps his arm around your waist holding you tight but still pleasuring you.

They both are watching Tommy’s digits rhythmically disappear inside your dripping hole and your pussy squelches as your creamy cum, pushed out by the intrusion, slides down your ass towards the counter. Finally your climax subsides and your body stills, jerking with aftershocks from time to time.

Joel's thumb leaves your mouth and he holds the back of your neck while you’re trying to catch your breath.

Tommy pulls out his fingers too and lifts them up for the three of you to see. Under the bright lights you see his digits glazed with your juices. A drop of your slick slides down his middle finger and Tommy licks it off and then brings his digits to your mouth. You happily suck them clean while they both are praising you, “that’s our girl”, “like that, angel”, “came so hard for daddy and uncle.”

When you’re done cleaning your stepdad’s fingers off your cum, he cups your cheek and asks softly, “ready to go home, babygirl?” You look at Tommy, whose adoring and hungry gaze makes you tingle again, then at Joel, who’s eating you up with his blown out eyes, his hand palming his huge bulge, and the anticipation of the night ahead makes your heart and pussy flutter.

Batting your eyelashes at the men you give them a shy smile and say “yes.”

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Timothee Chalamet- highschool au

nerdy!reader x popular!timmy

18+ mdni

my writing is everywhere. i had to get this idea out. lol

warnings- rough sex, praise, simp timmy, down bad timmy, semi public sex, all consensual, adult reader(18), cursing, corruption kink, timmy’s a bit of a stalker, squirting

info - nerdy reader gets invited to timothee’s end of the year party, shocked, she goes.

her surprise, it was all part of timmy’s plan of confessing and finally getting you as his.

in any way he can.

senior year, best way to put it. not going well.

you were in your last year of highschool, still the same you as you were in your first year. school oriented and focused. your only priority was getting into college. so that’s all you focused on your four years.

you were so smart, acing all your classes with straight A’s and even some college credits. you were the person people would come to for notes, or help and you always helped your classmates. you were just that type of person.

which is what made you catch timothy’s eye, he loved staring at you during class when you were turned away from him helping another classmate work out a problem, the way your hair fell in your face, making you push it behind your ear, watching how you bite your lip when really focused ok something. admiring how gorgeous your body was. from the curve of your chest to the curve of your hips. you were remarkable in his eyes, and he so badly wanted you to feel it.

you were the top of every class, straight A student, never going to party’s, always home studying. so when timothee hands you an invitation to his party, you were nothing but shocked, and a little confused.

“is this for me? or do you need me to give this to someone else?” you ask, because surely it’s not for you- right?

“uh it’s your invite, has your name on it” timothee smiles and points to the envelope, where your name was written in pink cursive.

“are you sure you want me there? i mean i’ve never even been to a party” you chuckle, cheeks turning a light shade of pink. embarrassed that your life is well.

boring.

“well yeah, i mean unless miss perfect has some studying to do?” he laughs, hoping you say no.

you smirk, “i guess i can push some studying aside to come to the infamous timothee chalamets party”

he smiles, gives you a nod and walks to his next class.

why is your heart beating so fast? and why do you feel hot and tingly all over.

you’re snapped out of your thoughts when your stack of books are pushed to the floor.

“what do you think you’re doing?” sara basically hissed at you.

ah sara, lead cheerleader, most popular, blah blah blah.

you get it? the school bully.

you say nothing as you grab your things and turn to walk away, not even giving her the time of day to ruin the high you’re feeling right now.

but that was only seconds before you’re pulled out of your thoughts again, by a hand on your shoulder spinning you around.

“i asked you a question, bitch. what do you think you’re doing? you’re not seriously thinking about showing up to that party?” she sneered.

“um actually, i am. thanks” you try walking away again, only to be pulled back.

“if i see you there, i will ruin your life. stay away from him”

you couldn’t understand the drama behind boys? she’s threatening you, over a boy? so weird.

last class of the day? done. school was finally done. couple months of studying and you’ll be off to college. you couldn’t wait.

but more importantly. timothees party tonight.

oh god.

what the fuck were you going to wear?

you ripped apart your closet. desperate to find something, anything.

finally, the perfect skirt and shirt.

the cutest black mini skirt and a white baby tee with a red star.

you couldn’t lie, you looked good.

maybe too good.

but you’ll never see these people when you go to college. so let’s have some fun.

you put on some mascara, a nice wing eyeliner, and a red lipstick. you left your hair down, but brought a hair tie in case you got hot.

driving over there, you were an anxious mess. you almost turned around thrice but right on time. you pulled on his street. parking a bit away.

walking up to his house, you can already hear music blaring and see a bunch of people standing around.

do you knock? do you just walk in?

luckily some people were coming beside you and just walked in, so you slipped in with them.

inside, you looked around. drinks were in the kitchen, and there was a snack table.

your eyes scanning the room for the host, not finding in in the large crowd you decided to head to the kitchen, get something to drink.

you turn around and bump into someone, nine other then timmy himself.

“ah y/n you decided to come” he gleamed at you, little brush creeping on his face.

“ah yeah, couldn’t miss your party” you laugh, as if you’ve ever been to a party before.

“come on, let me give you the tour”

timmy took you all around his house, showing off everything he could to impress you, and it was working. who knew the most popular boy in school was secretly a huge star wars nerd? you loved it.

you make your way back downstairs, timmy running to get you guys something to drink, you stand kinda in the corner, not wanting to get bothered as you waited.

you can only hope so much, “hello cutie, you dress up nicely” some boy basically growled at you he was so intoxicated.

“do i know you?” of course you knew who he was, but he doesn’t have to know that.

“we go to the same school?” he slurred out, this was seriously such an ick for you, do people really enjoy this.

before the boy spoke again, timmy showed up, wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you in.

“problem?” he said looking towards the boy.

he stammered son incoherent words before walking away, you sighed. gross.

“let’s go upstairs, yeah?”

agreeing quickly, you follow behind him to his bedroom, him closing and locking the door before sitting on his bed with you.

“here, try this drink” he says placing a solo cup in your hand, “it’s a creation of my own”

you smile and take a small sip, smelling the alcohol. but to your surprise it tasted like straight up juice. taking another sip you look even more surprised.

“this is alcohol?” you giggle.

“ahh yeah, made it so you wouldnt taste the alcohol” he smirked.

taking another sip, your cup is already half gone, starting to feel a bit fuzzy yiu place the cup down.

“i’m gonna tap out, don’t want to get too intoxicated. need to drive home”

“smart, ill stop too. let’s just talk” timmy smiles at you grabbing both your cups and placing them on the night stand.

“sooooo what made you invite me timothy? i don’t think we’ve ever talked much” you laugh.

he just stares for a second, “why wouldn’t i invite you? i like you” ending the sentence in a smirk.

you just stare at him, likes you? how? we barely know each other.

before you could say anything timothy continues, “i’ve been paying attention to you y/n. you’re so pretty in class, the prettiest.” he says moving closer to you.

“the way your bangs frame your face when you’re reading, or how they fall in your face while you’re writing. the way your skirt rides up your thigh from sitting” you looks you up and down.

you’re speechless, shell shocked even. did he really just say that? or did you drink more then you thought.

timothy just giggles at you, pulling you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“ah but don’t worry, i catch the way you look at me. such lust filled eyes for someone so pure” his eyes darken.

no like seriously darken, you’ve read this in books but you didn’t think it was actually possible.

your heart rate quickens, rapidly beating in your chest. you can’t help but to feel the heat rise up in you.

“timothy, are you drunk?” you finally speak out.

he laughs and shakes his head a bit, “i’ve barely drank baby, wanted to be perfect for you” he puts his face in your chest, inhaling your scent.

he groans, and pulls you closer, hands sliding down your back to your ass.

“i love watching you in class, or walk down the hallway. watching as your ass jiggles with every step, the way your tits bounce, i could eat you alive”

your cheeks darken a deep red, you could feel his hard cock twitching on your thigh.

“do you want me just as bad as i want you baby?” he innocently asks, pulling the hem of your shirt up.

you nod as you help him take your top off, boobs bouncing out of the shirt. sitting so pretty just for him.

“god they’re so much better then i imagined, so pretty” he says taking a bud into his mouth ducking gently while his other hand went to massage your left boob.

you make a small noise, this is all new to you. a virgin in every way.

“ahh timmy, wait” he instantly takes himself off you looking into your eyes.

“are you okay?” the sincerity in his eyes and voice is beautiful.

“i’m fine, i just want you to know this would be my first time” his eyes flickered.

“i’d be the first to have this body” he growled flipping you over so he’s on top of you.

he attacks your neck with sloppy kisses as he rubs down your body.

you’re making noises, so many small whimpers and whines.

it’s driving timothy crazy, he doesnt know how long he can contain himself.

“i need you baby, please?” the desperation in his voice was overwhelming. you nod your head and your skirt is flying off along with your underwear. his pants are being unzipped and pulled down

his hard cock popped out smacking his stomach, almost to his belly button. your eyes widen, that will not fit.

“don’t worry baby, i’ll go slow. you make all the calls, understand?” he doesn’t want to hurt you, he wants to take care of you. wants you to be safe and comfortable.

you nod, he spreads your legs and positions himself between them. he gives you a glance and you nod.

he slowly starts to push inside you, you’re so wet for him and he groans as he slides in.

you’re feeling nothing but good. this is better then you could have ever imagined.

he’s almost bottomed out before he stops, “are you still okay? need me to stop?” he rubs your face, brushing your hair.

you huff out a yes, before he pushes all the way in, the gasp you gusped was enough to stop your breathing for a second.

“god you’re so wet and warm for me baby, such a sweet girl for me” he slowly starts rocking his hips, needing to feel you.

you moan out, letting timmy know he’s doing well, quickening his pace he lets out small grunts and moans.

you’re a moaning mess, moans and curse words leaving your lips as timmy has found himself at a fast but harsh pace. he’s fucking you so deep, reaching spots that make you feel stars, his cock sliding almost completely out before slamming back in.

the way your pussy clings to his cock, sucking him back in is driving you crazy.

your pussy is absolutely dripping around him, you feel fucking amazing.

the way he’s fucking you is so intense the coil in your stomach is about to burst.

feeling like you have to pee, but the pleasure is so good you can’t help but to let everything go.

your orgasm shocking your core, timmy slowly fucking you through it. placing soft kisses along your collar bone.

“that’s it, such a good girl.” praising you as you cum all over his cock.

regaining composure you look down, his stomach is soaked, he’s soaked in your pussy juices.

“baby i think you just squirted.” he smirks running his fingers on his stomach before placing them in his mouth, “and you tastes delicious”

he flips you over so your on your hands and knees, you’re a bit wobbly but keep standing as he slides his thick cock back into your soaking pussy.

he quickly returns to his ruthless pace, slamming his cock deep inside you with every thrust, keeping this same ruthless pace but god it was amazing.

his grip on your hips are sure to leave bruises as you pounds your tight little pussy.

he reaches for your hair, tugging it back and using it as leverage to fuck you even deeper, you scream out. he’s hitting your spot over and over. fucking you senseless.

“ahh baby, i’m getting close. where do you want my cum?” timmy says breathlessly.

you moan out “inside, please”

that only makes tummy’s pace faster as he wants to so badly fill this hole.

you can barely hold your self up anymore, absolutely fucked out.

timmy’s rhythm starts to fall out of line as he’s getting closer, his grip on your tighter as his moans become louder.

few more thrusts and he’s cumming deep into your pussy, his whimpers as his orgasm rushed through his body is enough to make you cum for a second time. fluttering your walks on his twitching cock creates the best overstimulation for timmy. moaning again as he slowly thrust into. fucking his cum deeper inside you.

his little whimpers as the overstimulation is getting to you both.

he pulls out slowly, helping you lay down, before getting up and walking to his connected bathroom grabbing a wet rag and a glass of water.

he cleans you up and hands you the water, before cleaning himself.

he grabs you a shirt from his drawer as well as finding your underwear.

he slides your under wear up your legs, pulling them on, and helping you put the shirt on before pulling the blanket up and pulling you in.

“you’re okay? nothing hurts?” he asks as you runs his fingers through your hair.

“i’m good, more then good” you smile into his chest.

he laughs, “good, i didn’t want to hurt you, but i’ve been fantasizing about you for so long.”

“you drive me crazy y/n, i need you to know that”

you just laugh, he laughs with you.

silence passes between you, before timmy speaks up again.

“be my girlfriend y/n?”

you look up to him, innocent eyes he’s displaying and shake your head yes.

his giddy ass smile gives you butter flies before he pulls you in closer, and drifting off the sleep with you.

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i don’t know. this was just an idea i had to excute quickly.

hope you enjoy!

[celestial-grls]

You're so money, baby

-Summary: You and Kate are getting ready for a night out. She's as much of a distraction as she is helpful. Fluffy with no use of Y/N -a/n: hope you all like this and feel free to send requests! that's all ok mwah!

"Kaaaaate? Have you seen my eyeliner? I can't find it," You huff while trailing around Kate and your bedroom in your outfit for the night and rollers still in your hair. 

Kate is always ready ages before you. She has the patience of a saint and prefers to keep you company while you get ready, entertained by you like you're a one-woman TV show. 

She's in the closet trying to pick a jacket and answers you through the slightly ajar door, "Dunno, baby. Did you try the little makeup bag?" She's talking about the one you keep for when you guys have to quickly pack to make a red-eye flight to wherever the next basketball game may be. 

You crouched down to open the cabinet under the sink where you keep your travel things, and sure enough, your eyeliner was sitting in the very bottom, buried underneath everything else. 

Kate took a jacket off the hanger and laid it on the bed before crossing to meet you in the bathroom. She leans against the doorway while you lean over the bathroom sink to line your eyes. You're concentrating, but flash her a grin and turn to face her when you're done. 

She's wearing this one sweater you love on her because it's soft, and some of her white t-shirt sticks out from the collar. Your focus starts at her collar but quickly moves to her face as you place your hands behind her neck. "You look good, Martin." 

She gets a little timid under your gaze. The way you look up at her and tilt your head completely knocks her out. Up close like this, you can still see some of the freckles across her nose from the time you spent outside together this past summer. She shakes off shyness before pretending to be all business and tells you, "No fair. I was supposed to tell you that." 

With complete mischief in your eyes, you shift closer to her while shrugging, "There's still time, baby. Night's still young."

She laughs before sitting at the bathtub's edge to finish watching you get ready. She wouldn't tell you, but it's her favorite part of the night. She can't take her eyes off you — bouncing around, the sounds of your makeup clacking together. At the same time, you dig for specific products, an ever-changing playlist in the background. She doesn't know the first thing about makeup and believes it's more magical this way, watching you go to work. 

Your favorite part is sneaking glances at her out of the corner of your eye. There's always a point halfway through where Kate lets you run some brow gel through her eyebrows. Kate closed her eyes, even though she didn't have to, so she could smell the fragrance you had sprayed on earlier. When she opens her eyes, you're balancing one hand on her knee and shaping the ends of her eyebrows into place before you stand up and admire your work. 

"You make my job so easy by having a face like yours," clearly satisfied with your minimal effort on Kate's face and doing whatever it takes to make her blush. 

Kate's hands settle on your hips, thumbs teasing at the top of your miniskirt. She looks at you with your rollers still in and feels like forgoing the going out part so she can have you alone for as long as possible. Seeing your breath hitch and falter a bit at the sight of her big hands wrapped around the curve of your hips gives her the confidence to ask, "How do you manage to do it?" 

You amuse her, touching your thumb to her chin, "Do what, Martin?" 

Kate takes a second to move her hands down, gently cradling the exposed back of your thighs where the fabric of the miniskirt ends. She presses one chaste kiss to your exposed midriff and inhales the light sweetness from your lotion before saying, "Smell so good all the time," 

It's your turn to get all shy and flustered. You play it off by pressing your thumb to Kate's bottom lip, "Don't distract me, baby. There's still lots to do, and I haven't decided on which shoes to wear," 

Kate's always happy to help and asks, "D'you need me to take your rollers out?" 

It's still early days for you and Kate, but considering the number of events and outings she has to attend, you two have settled into some sort of a routine when it comes to getting ready. You consider it while you look for your lipliner: "Okay, yes." 

She starts with the rollers at the nape of your neck, twisting the ends like she's seen you do a million times. "I think you should wear your knee boots, s'cold outside," 

You see her eyes in the mirror and smile because she always knows these things. You apply some gloss to top off your lips as she finishes taking your rollers out. You clear some space on the bathroom counter to look for your earrings, and Kate is still staring. 

"What are you looking at, Martin?" You ask her as she leans her hip against the counter next to you. She's focused on your lips and how the center looks like that familiar sparkly pink you always use. 

"Mhm," she tilts her head, and her eyes start heavily drooping out of longing, "you, of course." 

You place your hands on her cheeks, slotting yourself against her and the bathroom counter, and watch her get a little more flushed the longer you hold eye contact with her. "And what are you looking at me for?"

"You're the prettiest thing, that's why," and when she says that, you feel defenseless. "Think I need to pinch myself, just looking at you," she grins, keeping one hand on your hip and the other steadied on the counter. 

You start to run your fingers along her hair, smoothing the blondest strands away from the perimeter of her face, and can't help but nervously laugh a little at the way she's making you feel like you're the only girl she's ever looked at like this. "Hey, you're nice," you stretch up a little to land a kiss on her, "and you're so money, baby. Look like a million bucks tonight." 

When you guys part, she has a little bit of your gloss. She taps your hip, "We're probably so late right now," you both laugh before grabbing your things and rushing out the door. 

[kagamesayu]

shidou ryusei x bimbo!reader

c/w . implied female reader, implied smut, fluff, shidou ryusei is crazy for you wc: 1 k a/n . shidou ryusei my beloved. literally obsessed with his crazy ass ugh <3 reblogs and comments appreciated ✧*.

pt 1, pt 2

imagine...

shidou who loves every bit of you. your short pink skirt that shows off your panties every time you jump around, your too tight shirts that show off your body and the way you make him feel like the smartest person in the world.

like - no baby, pikachu is not a real animal.

you bounce off each others energies so well, your dynamic is literally popular jock x popular cheerleader. he'd be at games and look for you in the stands, pointing and blowing kisses in your direction. and you'd return them in fervor, shaking your 'ryu-baby you can do it!!!' sign that was decorated with pink glitter and cut-out hearts.

he once flashed his tits to you while sticking his tongue out. you'd almost returned the favour but your friend stopped you. truly lucky for everyone, cause if you had done that ryusei would , firstly, destroy every camera in that stadium and then give everyone concussions because nobody but him could look at your bahonkers.

shidou who adores how your hands look in his. your acrylic nails that leave a delicious sting whenever they touch him beautifully contrast his own dull short nails that you manicured yourself.

"babe you need to look after your nails! at the very least let me paint a base coat!" you'd pout at him, fluttering your pretty eyelashes at him while holding his hands close to your chest.

usually when you went out together he'd hold you by the waist, but every time you get new acrylics he'd hold you by your hands. he loves playing with your nails, feeling the new textures you'd gotten.

he'll let you paint his nails too, makes you promise to get your painted the colour of his tip.

shidou who tells everyone about his beautiful partner. at this point, everybody in the world knew you were together, with how obnoxious he was about your relationship. in every interview he's able to bring you up. doesn't matter if no one asked him, he'll talk about you.

and he almost always gives them a little too much info.

"what i think of the other team? think they all suck. saw one of them lookin' at m' doll and i was gonna knock 'im out! i mean - i get it. they're fuckin' hot but they're mine."

"o-ok, well-"

"ya'll know about us right? i'm taken by her," he shows a polaroid picture of you he put on the back of his phone. "and she's mine. she's so cute too, almost sued dog treat companies cause she thought they were made from actual dogs."

"yes, let's move on-"

"and look - she painted my nails. painted them the colour of m' eyes."

"alright that's cute-"

"she painted hers the colour of my tip-"

"ANYWAYS."

shidou who loves doing makeup with you. yes he only has to do eyeliner, but he loves distracting talking to you while you get yourself ready to go out.

he absolutely adores helping you put on lip gloss. he has you seat on his lap, a hand holding your jaw while the other holds the applicator. he definitely steals a few kisses first though. wets your lips he says and you just nod along, too dumb to realise that the lip gloss does that for you.

that doesn't mean he doesn't kiss you after applying the gloss though. after making you smack your lips together he dives in like he's going for a goal, sucking and biting your bottom lip. you'd get so angry cause you'll have to clean your makeup up, but he doesn't care too much. he'll just sit there, pink smeared over his lips as you fret over your appearance.

he also loves when you help him draw on his eyeliner. he'll have his chin pressed on your fantastic titties, one of your hands on the back of his head as the other held the liner.

when this happens his eyes always seem to take in your features. the wrinkle of your eyebrows or the way your mouth is slightly open, he loves looking at you.

shidou who has to be pulled back by you every time he gets into a fight. it could be for any reason. they were looking at him funny, they were looking at you periodt, they were getting too close, anything and everything gets him riled up. especially if it involves you. his special little doll he loves so much.

he's got to protect what is his after all.

you'd hold him from behind both hands on his chest as you try to pull him away. "baby they're not worth your time!"

"those fuckers called ya dumb doll! ain't no fuckin' way i'd let that slide!" only he was allowed to call you that. he's growling, dangerous smirk on his face as the veins on his arms and neck stand up. this, you think, is when he's the most sexy.

the only way to stop him is to direct his anger into a different place.

you step closer, pressing your plush breasts against his back, the hand on his chest sliding up to his neck as the other moved to hold his shoulder.

"mm...but baby it's getting really hot here, and i really really want you." you stand on your tippy toes, pouted lips pressing against his ear as you whisper into his it.

his anger almost fully vanishes, gone with the guys who 'insulted' you. now his anger changes to something else, something more...dangerous.

to you, that is. cause you won't be walking for the next few days.

shidou who after tussles with people, lets you nurse him back to health. loves when you play doctor cause he get's all of your attention to himself.

doesn't matter if it's a bruise or if its his cut up knuckles, you tend to all his injuries with loving care. of course, you don't really know what your'e doing but it's the thought that counts! and he won't stop you when you use cute kuromi plasters on his wounds.

yes they are glittery, and pink and cutesy. yes everyone at training talks about how lovesick he looks when he stares at his fingers. but does he care? no.

[byllsbytch]

Halloween Party 🎃 (18+)

Nicholas Alexander Chavez

Genre : Smut

Summary: Dressed up as pirates you and Nicolas head out to a party, it turns out to be a great time and toward the end of the night things start to get heated.

A/N: Due to popular demand - the Halloween party plot was most voted upon so here ya go!

Warnings: p in v (tbh i dont know whats a warning)

I sat on the floor in front of the mirror. Makeup all around me. It was chaos, organised chaos though. I reached over to a fresh pack of eyelashes and placed them on to finish the look. Fuck I was smoking and I wasn’t even done. I leant over behind me to my curling iron and turned it on waiting for it to heat up. While waiting I scrolled through my phone and a message from Nick popped up on my screen.

“You’re gonna love my costume, I’ll be over soon.”

I smiled at his message before putting my phone down and reaching for the curling iron. We planned to go to the party together as pirates. I wrapped my hair around the rod and held it for a few seconds repeating the steps until I’d curled all of my hair.

Once I was finished I grabbed a bandana and wrapped it around my head. Finally I got changed into fishnets, boots, a skirt, white button up shirt and vest. I walked to the living room and loaded up my cooler bag with drinks and a pack of lollies I bought to get into the spirit.

“You’re looking good.” Mum called from the couch.

I smiled knowing damn straight I did.

“Thank you Mum.”

“Nicholas is still tagging along yeah?”

“Yeah he is, why wouldn’t he be?”

“Well, he’s cutting it a bit fine isn’t he?”

I looked at the clock.

“Yeah, but we’re in no rush.”

She shrugged her shoulders.

“OK then.”

Almost on cue a knock appeared at the door and I answered to be met with Captain Jack Sparrow.

“You look so good!” I shrieked. “Stop it!”

He looked at the ground a large grin on his face.

After the praise he looked back up and his eyes were stuck on me, his face going redder.

“Woah! You look gorgeous, who knew a pirate could be so HAWT!”

He took a step inside and followed me to my room.

“Can I please put eyeliner on you?”

In character he bowed, “Of course m’lady”

I pushed him onto the bed, straddling him with my eyeliner in hand.

“Ok baby, so you have to keep your eyes open and look up.”

He hummed in agreement.

I brought the pencil to his waterline while he brought his hands to my hips slowly rubbing his thumbs in a circular motion.

His eye twitched like crazy. “Eh! Uh, Uh!” He groaned.

“Shh Nick! Stop being a baby, relax your eye.”

“Oh my god! It’s not relaxing! I don’t know if you can tell… Jesus how do you do this?”

He gripped tighter onto my hips as I started on his other eye, digging his nails into me. I folded backwards yowling in pain.

“Fuck! Ouch!”

Nicholas quickly jumped up from underneath me with instant regret.

“Oh my god babe I’m so sorry.”

“What is going on here!” Mum screamed.

Me and Nick both flung our heads into her direction.

“Oh,” She said quietly. “Nice eyeliner Nicholas.” Before turning back around and heading out the door.

We both look at eachother in silence then began to lose it, laughing hysterically.

“We better go.” I tried to say in between laughs.

I got up and reached my hand out to him, he grabbed my hand and wiped his tears with the other hand.

I grabbed the bag full of drinks and headed out the door, it wasn’t long until our friends swung by and picked us up.

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Arriving at the party the music was already loud and bumping, the house was decorated nicely. Lights and projections illuminated the exterior of the home.

Me and Nick walked in hand in hand and began to mingle with all the other party goers. The house was packed with people and we were all cramped like sardines.

Once the liquid confidence kicked in, I joined Nick to the dance floor. Nick was being funny and bopped his head, pouting his lips. I giggled at his silly-ness and swayed my hips to the music, keeping my eyes on his. The music was upbeat and Nicholas grabbed my hand spinning me. We danced together and sang all the songs at the top of our lungs. It was so much fun.

We became sweaty messes and Nicholas took my hand as not to loose me dragging me outside to the cooler air.

“Oh this is much better.” I groaned fanning my face with a paper plate I picked up from the buffet table. Nick stood behind me and lifted my hair off my neck.

“Thanks babe, how’d you know?” I laughed.

“You’re gonna have to do the same to me in a minute, this wig is so fucking hot.”

I turned around, him letting go of my hair, placing a hand on his chest.

“That wig IS so fucking hot.”

He rolled his eyes with a chuckle and I lifted the heap of hair off his neck, fanning him now with the plate.

“Fuck this sweat and all this makeup, I cannot wait for a shower.”

Nick grinned looking me up and down. “Me too.”

“I’m gonna get us a drink. Objections?”

I shook my head. “None whatsoever.”

He took off back into the crowd and loud music.

I scanned around me and seen people jumping in the pool, other drinking and then a girl laying in the bush, spew all around her. Yikes.

I walked over to the food table and grabbed some munchies placing them on a plate for me and Nick to share. I then walked back to where I was before so Nick would loose me.

After a while he came back with drinks.

“They’re doing beer pong in there if you want to play.”

I gestured the plate toward him and he grabbed a mozzarella stick.

“Sure, can we finish our drinks out here and then go in?”

“Yeah of course darling.” He wrapped his free arm around me rubbing my shoulder.

Nicholas spun his head toward the girl in the bush and made a disgusted face. “Eh. Nobody see this?”

“I don’t think anyone cares to be honest.”

“She’s sleeping good alright.”

I sipped my drink and once I got to the last mouthful I downed it.

Me and Nicholas walked back into the muggy house and felt the heat instantly his us. The smell of sweat and booze lingered. I noticed that the house was all foggy whether that was a result of a smoke machine or the many vapers in the house I couldn’t tell at first. Judging by the fruity smell it was the vapes.

I stood behind Nicholas as he played his turn at beer pong, cheering him on. He managed to get 3 cups before missing on his fourth attempt. The chick opposing him absolutely crushed his team, dunking 7 cups in a row.

Later on in the night I had a girl spill her drink on me and I was so fucking ready to fight her. I grabbed all of my hair and started to tie it up, to which Nicholas grabbed me and pulled me away.

“It’s not worth it!” He yelled over the music.

I looked at him and instantly calmed down.

“Just wait here I’ll get you some paper towel.”

“I’ll meet you in the bathroom.” I yelled back so he could hear me.

I’d seen the line to the bathroom and threw my head back in annoyance. I leant on the wall with my arms folded waiting for the queue to die down.

Nicholas found me and looked around before shaking his head.

“Come.” He said holding onto my hand and taking me upstairs.

“Nicholas, we shouldn’t be up here.”

“Pft, it’s fine, no one will know.”

He lead me into one of the bedrooms which had a bathroom connected to it.

I hoisted myself up onto the bench which Nicholas soaked the paper towel handing me one, I scrubbed at my t shirt while he wiped the drink off my chest. He stopped what he was doing and looked me in the eyes with a hunger.

I lifted my head up noticing his sudden halt. He’d placed his hand on the spot of my chest he was cleaning previously and then moved his hand up toward my neck, his hand pushed back until my head touched the mirror behind.

I spread my legs making room for Nick to get in between them. He came closer and tucked the hair out of my face all the while I wrapped my legs around his waist.

He kept his hand behind my ear, continuing to look at me with desire. We stayed in this passionate encounter for a couple second before Nicholas had brought his soft lips to mine. He tasted of spirits, making me drunker by the second. I’d had fully given into him.

I wrapped my fingers into his hair, slipping my tongue into his mouth as he sucked on it. Our tongues went to war for dominance, with Nick’s ultimately winning.

“Best get this dirty top off, I don’t think that stain is coming out my love.” He managed to hush out in between our kiss. Immediately I obliged taking off my vest while Nicholas undid the buttons of the white shirt. He stood back to watch himself slip the shirt of my shoulders, admiring me.

“You’re just too perfect my beautiful.” He closed the gap between us, holding my face in his hands. I felt him poking me. “Ouh!” I moaned excitedly moving my hands down to his pants and rubbing his bulge. I yanked at the top of his pants and he groaned lowly as a way to give permission. I began to have a go at his belt. Trying to rush and get his buckle undone quick only made it harder for me so I had to break the kiss and focus on getting the belt undone. Nicholas was panting and looking down at what my hands were doing.

“Mhmm, that’s it baby, you got it, good job” He encouraged me, making me instantly look at him for his validation. He nodded, causing a big smile to approach my face. He wasted no time sliding his pants down. He forced his way between my legs and I brought my feet up to the edge of the counter giving him full access.

His fat cock sprung free and I began to stoke him, teasing him. He threw his head back thrusting into my hand. He lifted my skirt over my thighs and pulled my panties to the side, exposing my wet pussy. He spat on his hand for extra lubrication and slipped his fingers between my wet folds, inserting two fingers. I stopped all movement, especially stroking Nick and gasped, reaching my hand out to grasp anything. He slowly pumped his fingers in and out of me before he teased my entrance with his tip. I flung my knuckle to my mouth and bit it, a weak attempt to silence my pleasurable screams, not that anyone would have heard it through the load music that echoed through the walls.

Nicholas kept his eye on me to watch my reactions, he was pretty good to take notice on what to do, if I didn’t like something or if he should keep going. Judging by the look on my face his had the green light to go faster.

I leant my head back and let the pleasure take over me, Nicks dick repeatedly hit all the right spots. I wrapped my hands around his neck for support and Nick leant in to continue the passionate make out. He slid his tongue to the back of my throat and licked my teeth.

He took it upon himself to lift me. With the back of my knees being supported by his forearms his repeatedly lifted me and dropped me back down onto his member. I buried my head into his neck and dug my nails deep into his back, making scratches that left welts.

“Uh-huh right there.” My words started to become gibberish, as I felt myself coming close to orgasm.

“Nick, uh, right there, right there, right there.” My pitch became higher and my words faster. He continued thrusting into me.

“I’m gonna cum!” I screamed twitching in his arms, my eyes rolled back into ecstasy and I continued to ride out my high. Nicholas placed me back onto the counter before giving his final few pumps, trying to chase his high. At this point I was overstimulated and really sensitive.

“Nicky Baby! It hurts!”

“I’m right ther-“ Before he could finish his sentence he released his load and folded in half, collapsing on top of me.

We both panted loudly and Nick looked back up at my face smiling with a light chuckle.

I placed my hand on his abs and shook my head with a smile.

“Are you ok?” He asked inbetween pants.

Unable to say anything I just nodded with my eyes half closed in satisfied relaxation.

“You were so fucking good baby.” He said planting a kiss on my forehead.

Nick handed me his shirt, “Just put this on, I��ll hold onto your dirty shirt.”

“And you’re just going to walk around half naked?”

He stared at his pecs in the mirror, “Well yeah, I don’t plan on staying for long, I think we have a date with the shower.”

I laughed and shook my head standing up, my legs were wobbly and I couldn’t walk properly for the life of me.

“Yeah I think we should go now, lets not worry about hanging around.”

Nicholas raised his eyebrow at me standing awkwardly

“Shit, I’m sorry babe.”

“It’s fine, as long as you make it up by round 2 in the shower and cuddles and candy in bed.”

He nodded, “Agreed.”

Nicholas was distracted by his reflection again.

“Sorry I gotta say fuck captain jack sparrow looks good shirtless” He winked and clicked his tongue then walked to the door.

“You bet your ass!” I said, following him out the door and slapping him on the ass.

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𝓒𝓪𝓷 𝓘 𝓪𝓼𝓴 𝓪 𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷?

✧warnings: idk

❁synopsis: You ask your boyfriend a question, seeing so many challenges on youtube, so.... he gave you quite an interesting response...

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"Can I ask a questionnnnn?~" Y/n asked as Riki turned to her with a sweet smile "Go ahead" he says, already somewhat regretting his choice of words, wondering what kind of mischief she has up her sleeves. "Well... If I can only say yes for 24hours.... what will you make me do?" She asked. Riki then had a smug smirk tug at his lips, and now y/n was the one who was starting to regret her decisions.

Suddenly th man leans dangerously close into her face, lips only inches away, black hair somewhat decorating his forehead as he licked his lips as he eyed her. Y/n was beyond shocked, heat reaching her cheeks, a soft gasp escaping her lips when she feels his cold hands touch her bare waist. "Hmm... let me do your makeup-" He says as Y/n frowns, pushing her away "What no-" "But you can't say no-" Riki said with a pout.

"Keep still- I can't do your eyeliner if you keep moving-" Riki complained as the girl sighed, staying put. The way he was so slowly, and gently stroked the black liquid across her skin. Though it felt like it was going well, she knew he's a mischievous man. "Ok... all done- but I don't know how to do eyelashes-" he said as he showed her the mirror. It was perfect. "How'd you- oh my god this is so pretty?!" the girl said, in awe. "God babe you can't expect me to always pull pranks on you-" He said with a pout as Y/n stuck her eyelashes on.

"How do you know how to do my makeup?" Y/n asked as Riki just shrugged "I always see you do it or fix it, so I sort of just copied what you did-" he explained as he placed a soft kiss on her forehead. "Cool... hey... You wanna head to the bar later?" Y/n asked with a smile as he stared at her. A bar means, no attention, drama, revealing outfits, and an INSANE amount of boys. "I have a better idea babe~" He says as he suddenly lifted her up.

"But- I wanted to-" "Shhhh" Riki cut her off, as he used the micellar water to clean off her makeup. The girl in her pyjama, and tucked into bed. "I just want to cuddle right now... I haven't gotten the time to get rest, and you practically never sleep" he explains, as he pat her face dry, slipped off his sweater and got under the blankets with her. Riki pulled her into his arms, her body warmth, radiating on his as he kissed her forehead.

"Babe... does lightning Mc Queen have car insurance or life insurance?" Y/n asked as she snuggled into his chest, her fingers fiddling softly with the duvet. "Both?" he answers as he snuggles her "okie.... if a fly-" The girl's question was then cut off by Riki's soft, plush, perfect lips, harshly attack hers. "Ok now it's time to sleep" He said , his voice conveying just how tired he is. Y/n pecked his lips, still shy, as she buried her face into his chest.

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Such a Flirt

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x F! Hunter Reader; supporting character Sam Winchester

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ please or I’m telling on you) fingering, oral, p in v protected sex (be safe out there everyone), couple of swear words, love confessions

Word Count: 3.3K-ish

Summary: Dean and Sam ask for your help getting information from a bartender at a local bar. You’re a smooth talker and can get info from anyone but Dean hates having to watch you flirt with handsome men.

A/N: Fair warning, there’s only a little plot with this one. I really just wanted to get to the smexy time. I had the strongest urge to write some smut for this smexy son of a bitch, I don’t know why but I’m just very much in love with all things Jensen Ackles right now(I’ve watched Tracker, My Bloody Valentine, and started watching season 3 of the Boys again plus random episodes of Supernatural) I can’t wait to meet him in October! I hope you like this one!

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

“Dude, why are you grinding your teeth like that?” Asked Sam.

Dean’s eyes were fixated on you as you flirted with the bartender. You were trying to see if he knew anything about a man who was in the bar a couple of days ago.

Later, the man couldn’t explain why he had beaten his girlfriend to death after being seen in the bar with a beautiful woman who was definitely NOT his girlfriend.

“Does she have to flirt so hard with that guy?!” Growled Dean. “He’s not even that good looking!”

Dean angrily took a sip of his beer and continued to watch you like a hawk.

Sam rolled his eyes, pressed his lips together in a straight line and tried to continue talking about the case with Dean but he was more interested in what you were saying to the bartender.

“She’s trying to get information for us, Dean. Relax.” Said Sam.

The boys didn’t always need a third “FBI agent.” Sometimes they just needed help getting information from the opposite sex. Men were a lot freer with their words with you rather than the “feds.”

You mostly hunted on your own but they would call you from time to time when they needed your…”wits,” so to speak. Plus, you liked to watch Dean struggle with his feelings for you and you very much liked him back but it was fun to make him jealous.

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Before leaving the bunker, you had asked, “What kinda bar is it?”

“What do you mean what kind? It’s a bar, y/n.” Answered Dean.

“Ok, I realize that, Dean but is it a biker bar, a country western bar, one that doesn’t have a theme? I need to know what kinda clothes to bring. I threw a whole bunch in my car, I’ll bring the one outfit I need, and pick up the rest back here before I head home.” You replied.

Sam was already on his laptop doing research so he did a quick search and found the bar’s website online.

“Looks like it’s quite the nice place, y/n. Reviews say it’s an after work hot spot for bankers, real estate brokers, professionals, etc.” Said Sam.

You replied, “Soooooo a little swanky, but don’t dress like a high end call girl, got it. You guys will fit in perfectly wearing your FED suits.”

You decided to go for the “classy attorney” look but without a blazer. A Kelly green fitted silk blouse, black wide-leg pants that had black studs on the seam, and black ankle boots. Your perfectly chosen outfit, paired with a black structured tote bag seemed like impeccable choices.

Eat your heart out, Dean Winchester.

While they were out eating lunch, you did your hair and makeup. You didn’t do this super girly stuff very often but you liked…feeling pretty. The times that the boys needed you to turn on the charm and bat your long lashes to get information, were really fun for you.

Drawing on your black winged eyeliner after having a little too much coffee proved to be difficult sometimes but you were a professional and could probably do it with your eyes closed if you needed to.

A medium tone matte eyeshadow and a bold lip completed the look while a strobe light like highlighter emphasized the high points of your face.

Satisfied with your look, you watched a little tv before changing clothes. They would be back soon to pick you up for drinks after they talked to the local cops.

While in the bathroom, you heard the door open and Dean called out to you.

“Y/n?! You better be ready; we gotta go!” Said Dean.

You emerged from the bathroom fully dressed with the exception of your shoes.

“Ok, ok keep your shirt on, Winchester. I just need my boots.” You replied.

After slipping into your boots, you picked up your bag and finally had a chance to look up. For once, Dean’s brow wasn’t furrowed and you could see his hypnotizing green eyes much better which caught you off guard.

“What is it? Do I have something on my pants?” You said, gazing down at your pants then turning in a circle with your head over your shoulder, trying to look at your own ass.

Dean was speechless and couldn’t get any words out so Sam answered as he tossed a burger at you, “Nope, all good. Let’s go. You can eat in the car.”

They walked up ahead as you locked the door behind you.

“Dude, what is wrong with you? You were staring at her.” Said Sam.

Dean replied, “She looks too good, Sam.”

“Can you wrestle with your feelings for her another time? She’s supposed to look nice.” Sam said.

Nervously, Dean whispered, “Well she’s distracting! And I don’t have THOSE kinds of feelings for her.”

“Whatever you say, dude.” Replied Sam with raised eyebrows.

You covered your mouth so they wouldn’t see you crack a smile.

While riding in the car, you leaned forward so the boys could hear you better. Making sure he could feel your breath on his ear, you said, “You two can go in first, have a seat, and I’ll make my way in after a few minutes. You can keep an eye on me as I walk up to the bar.”

A sly smirk stretched across your lips as you slinked back into your seat and looked at Dean in the rearview mirror, trying his hardest NOT to appear flustered but failing miserably.

You could have made it easy and told Dean how you felt about him but he deserved to be on the receiving end of the teasing. Women made it easy for him, just falling at his feet which meant he had his pick and he hated every time you teased him.

And now, drinking at the corner of the bar, you could feel him burning a hole in your head with his angry stare. It appeared that Dean couldn’t take just sitting there anymore. Sam tried to grab hold of his jacket but he missed and Dean started to walk over to the bar when the bartender walked away to wait on someone else.

“I’m getting some good stuff, Dean. Get outta here!” You whisper yelled at him without looking and without drawing attention to yourself.

He nonchalantly whisper yelled back at you, “You’re being a little TOO friendly with him, don’t ya think?”

“I’m perfectly capable of weaseling information out of a dumb bartender. Now get outta here before I kick your ass all over this bar!” You growled.

“Need something, friend?” The bartender asked Dean.

A tad flustered, Dean replied with a narrowed expression, “Two more beers, buddy. Thanks.”

You got what you needed from the bartender and after another hour or so, you paid for your drinks and left. Dean and Sam followed you out a handful of minutes later.

“Can we get pizza?” You asked.

Dean was always in a better mood if he was fed properly so as a peace offering, you bought pizza on the way back to the motel. And of course, Dean picked up more beer.

Settling in with your dinner, you told them everything Jeremy, the bartender, told you about what he witnessed.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, I didn’t know the two of you were on a first name basis.” Said Dean.

You rolled your eyes.

“Will you let me finish, please!?” You asked.

“Dean…let her finish. Come on.” Said Sam.

Dean continued to pace back and forth while you talked.

“…So the woman that he left with, Jeremy had never seen before. And this guy hung on her every word, gazed at her like she hung the moon, she said all the right things. Almost like he was legit under a spell or something.” You finished.

Sam had his laptop open. His fingers swiftly typed words into the search engine and he then flipped the screen around to show you and Dean what he found.

“I think we might be dealing with another siren.” Said Sam, confidently. “Two other women were murdered by husbands or boyfriends after encounters with beautiful women at that bar. Sirens need love and they compel people to kill to show devotion to them.” He turned to Dean. “Remember that one we dealt with before? The time where we were trying to kill each other?”

Dean nodded. “Yeah, I remember. I try not to though.”

Preoccupied with Dean’s eyes, they had darkened a little to match better with the green shirt you had on, you covered your infatuation by pushing the chair across from you out from under the table.

“Take a load off, tiger. You’re makin’ me nervous with all this pacin’ around you’re doin’.” You said in between bites of pizza.

The Winchester brothers were your second family and you knew them well, especially Dean so you knew when something was really bothering him. And right now, something was definitely bothering him.

Sam’s face was buried in his laptop, it was quiet in the room except for the sounds of fingers moving across a keyboard, and the tension in the room was so thick, you could cut it with a knife. Something about you being there was keeping Dean on edge so you finally decided to break the silence.

“Dean? Come on. What is it? You’re being extra grouchy right now, so grouchy that pizza couldn’t fix it. Ever since I walked outta the bathroom earlier, you’ve been short with me.” You said, calmly.

He pressed the palm of his hand to his forehead and traced the outside of his lips with his thumb and forefinger before narrowing his eyes at you.

You knew that look. The look of an extremely handsome literal green-eyed monster glaring at you from across the table. Dean was close to blowing a gasket.

He pointed at you and in his low gravelly voice said, “I don’t like it when you flirt with other men. There! I said it, ok!? You happy!?”

In one fluid motion, Sam closed his laptop, grabbed the keys to the car and said, “I’m gonna go talk to the cops again. Lemme know when you two work THIS out.”

You started to say, “O-ok, well just be—“

“Yep, I’ll be careful. I know what to look for. I’ll see ya guys later.” Said Sam.

The door closed behind him, the Impala roared to life, and Sam drove off, leaving you and Dean alone in the motel room.

“Well that was weird. Anyway…Dean, I’m just doing what you guys asked me to do! You needed me to get information, so I turned on my charm and I got what we needed just like any other time you’ve needed me for something like this!” You said with a raised voice.

Dean stood up from the table and loosened his tie a little. Unbuttoning the top button on his dress shirt, he didn’t take his gaze away from you.

“You don’t have to be THAT good, ya know! They eat it up every single time! Lemme ask you this…did that Jeremy guy ask for your number?”

Seeing Dean this upset made you think that he didn’t just have a little crush on you.

Feeling a little warm, you unbuttoned a couple of buttons on your blouse and stood up also. You were reluctant to answer him but finally said softly, “Yes, he did.”

“HA! I fuckin’ knew it! They always do and did you give it to him?” Asked Dean.

You started to answer before he interrupted you, “Dean…”

“Did you!?” He asked again.

Not wanting to confess your feelings first, you tried to stall.

“No, I didn’t!” You shouted.

The table was in between the two of you. Both of you were breathing heavily, your jawlines tight with anger and frustration, and the sound of your heart beating inside your chest was deafening.

“Oh yeah?! And why should I believe you, y/n?!” Dean growled.

“I’ve never given any of them my number, Dean! Not a single one!” You bellowed.

His expression softened as he asked, “Well…why not?”

After a long day, you couldn’t help but collapse onto the bed. You allowed your legs to give out and sat down on the edge of the mattress before answering him.

“Why do you think, ya big dumb animal?! Because the only guy's number I want in my phone is yours, Dean! And Sam’s but for different reasons. You know what I’m trying to say, stop looking at me like that.” You said, nervously.

He walked around the table, gazed down at you with his beautiful green eyes, they were the color of fresh blades of grass, and leaned over to inch his face closer to yours. The sprinkling of freckles across his nose was so youthful and adorable. You swallowed hard as you felt his breath against your eyelashes.

“And why do you think I get the way that I do when I see you flirt with other guys? You know why, don’t you sweetheart.” He said, melodiously.

Dean’s lips were ghosting over yours. You were silently begging him to just kiss you and kiss you hard. All the tension that had been building over the years was coming to a head right now. His tie dangled down from around his neck, you were dying to just pull him on top of you and find out what he tastes like…all of him.

“Because you want me as much as I want you?” You replied, gently touching his tie.

Still holding his tie, you inched yourself up toward the headboard. Dean followed your lead as you removed his tie and began to unbutton his dress shirt.

“I want you more.” He purred into your ear before his perfect lips crashed onto yours.

Dean covered your mouth with his own, devouring you with every kiss he placed on your lips, neck and jaw. You won the fight to be on top, although you were sure he let you win, and you continued to unbutton his shirt while he grasped clumsily at the buttons on yours.

They were small so he was having a hard time with them until you stepped in.

“I’ll do them, baby.” You whispered as he haphazardly tossed his clothes to the side.

You stood up and let your pants fall to your ankles while you finished unbuttoning your silk shirt. His desire for you was very apparent by the large tent in his boxers that you felt against your core as soon as you straddled him. The bottom of the shirt brushed against his thighs and goosebumps peppered across his skin.

You decided to let him finish undressing you.

Dean’s hands gently pushed your shirt off of your shoulders and all that was left was the black lace bra that was barely containing your breasts that he could not wait to get you out of. The man was a pro at unhooking your bra with one hand. If you didn’t want him so badly, you would have stopped to give him shit for it.

He lightly nipped the skin down the side of your neck, making you gasp when he got to the spot where your neck meets your shoulder. You felt like you could have come just by him biting down on that sweet spot. The growing ache between your thighs was torture and you desperately wanted him to touch you.

Like he read your mind, his strong hands migrated from your breasts down to your waist. Reaching in between your thighs, Dean teased your entrance with one finger, then slid another inside with ease.

“You’re soaked, sweetheart.” He whispered as a strangled moan escaped your lips.

To suffocate your screams, you bit down on your lower lip as he continued to move his talented fingers, hooking them in just the right spot to make you see stars, and drew circles on your clit to really tease you.

“Dean!” You pleaded, just before you hit your peak and tightly clenched around his fingers.

“You can be loud, baby. These kinds of places are used to noises like that, if ya know what I mean.” He said with a wink and a smirk.

You smiled back, pressed your lips to his, and lightly bit down on his bottom lip before starting to pepper kisses down his chest.

After pulling down his boxers, you took him into your mouth. A deep guttural moan and words of praise fled from Dean’s lips when your tongue circled the underside. That made him draw in a sharp breath as his fingers tangled in your hair.

“Fuck, that feels good, sweetheart.” He hissed and mumbled something else incoherently.

Crawling up his body, he slipped on a condom and then as you straddled him, you replied, “My mouth isn’t just for flirting, Dean.”

He slid into you with ease, burying himself to the hilt, causing you both to gasp before he cut your moan short with a hard kiss. You circled your hips slowly, allowing him to go deeper inside you, and it sent sharp tingles down your spine.

You pulled him in close as your walls began to tighten around him, clinging to him like your life depended on it with your climax starting to build.

Dean’s body was a warm cradle for yours as his fast abrupt strokes were about to send you over the edge and fast. But he loved to look at you so he pulled away slightly and watched your pleasure surge through you.

As you were riding out one orgasm, Dean managed to pull another one from you as you loudly called out his name like no one else was around which made him feral.

His movements became faster, more brutal, pulling out of you just so he could slam into you again and again as his body went rigid underneath you. Crushing your waist, his arms were wrapped around you so tightly that all of the air escaped your lungs.

His release came hard and fast, followed by a strangled moan while your bodies trembled from overstimulation. Dean’s eyes were wide and unfocused as he tried to catch his breath while you leaned in for a gentle kiss and let your fingers glide through his soft brown hair.

Collapsing on top of him, you smiled against his chest as his fingers tickled the outside of your arm and the only thing you could hear was Dean’s heart beating rapidly against your ear.

Trying to get your breathing under control, you covered yourself with the sheet and finally managed to ask, “So…does this mean you don’t want me to flirt for information anymore?”

Dean kissed the top of your head and replied, “As long as you come home with me, I’ll allow it.”

“ALLOW IT?! You’re not the boss of me, Winchester.” You said, sarcastically.

He licked his lips as you looked up at him through your long dark lashes.

In barely more than a whisper, he said, “Well what if I told you you’re really pretty and that I might be…in love with you?”

“Awww…you’re really pretty too!” You said, jokingly.

Dean rolled his eyes, “Alright, I’m tryin’ to—“

Wrapped up in the sheet, you sat upright, cupped his cheeks and pressed your lips to his, your tongue slipped into his mouth to tangle with his as a low growl escaped his lips.

“I might be in love with you too.” You whispered against his mouth.

Chasing each other’s smiles, he continued to kiss you until you heard a key in the door. Sam walked in, took one look at the two of you and without missing a beat said, “Oh good, you two worked it out. So I was thinking, I might know who—“

He stopped, looked at the two of you and shouted, “Guys…that’s MY bed!!”

You and Dean started to laugh.

Oops.

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Into the Wild ThunderClan!! These are 'canon' world designs for me! I've been working on a personal rewrite for my own entertainment (mostly fixing the family trees) alongside my WOF rewrite, but these designs ignore my family tree and follow the canon one! -> Fire and Ice

Design details and explanations below!

Bluestar- I wanted her to be like. somewhat regal looking, somewhat serving. But I also wanted to try a like, reverse colorpoint? It didn't turn out how I pictured in my mind, might have to revisit

Redtail and Spottedleaf- they are twins to me, I wanted them to look similar no matter what, I really like how square I made them. I also wanted to drift away from overly like, fem spotted- I have no problems with people who make her design overly fem coded but I personally do not care for it

Lionheart- Is a lion

Tigerclaw- is a tiger. Tiger means orange. get Oranged boy

Whitestorm- silly old man to me. Colorpoint like his mama, I wanted him to be very whispy, like a storm

Darkstripe- I wanted to get like. sleezy king's advisor energy. I think I did a good job with that

Longtail- I wanted him to look like a serval! I adore Longtail

Mousefur- wanted her to look like a lil mouse <33

Runningwind- I wanted quick, whispy shapes like the wind (and for him to look like sand. Can't help myself. She's a runningred baby all day everyday to me) I added the eyelines that cheetahs have bc he's a fast guy!

Firepaw- CRINGE BABY!!! wanted him to look flaming!

Dustpaw- I struggled with him bc when I think of dust I think of like, dust bunnies and kinda fluffy shapes, but he isn't a fluffy guy! Though, dust bunny dusty sounds fun. Might have to revamp him lol

Graypaw- droopy and soft and friendly! Gave him cartoony friend eyes bc it felt right. Looks like his mama!

Ravenpaw- tiny, weepy little guy. He is so cute

Sandpaw-I wanted tough, sharp, and swirly bc of her storm warrior name, and when I think storm and wind I think of swirls!

Brindleface- ok, I know brindle is a kind of pattern but when I hear the world brindle I think of like, crinkly shapes? So I tried to make her crinkled somehow

Willowpelt- droopy like a willow! I know willows aren't purple but I associate the word with purple? So she's purple n green! I love her design

Speckletail- I admit, didn't have much thought on her. Just made her speckled

Frostfur- snow, frost, cold girl- wanted her to have awesome snow and winter vibes

Goldenflower- Golden flower = sunflower, she is a sunflower <33

Halftail- really no thoughts about this guy but I like his shapes

Dappletail- she gives me like. old wealth vibes. High class old woman who is kinda mean. Tried to get that across. Don't know why, I really don't even remember her beyond her weird 'relationship' with Stormtail and how she died

One-eye- I wanted to make her kinda sharp and tough

Smallear- Old man looking cat bc he is an old man <33

Rosetail- I want to draw a full body of her one day bc I can picture a rose looking tail in my mind but until then, she just is pink and heart coded

Patchpelt- wanted to try and make 'stitches' along his patches!

That's everyone- some of these cats I could picture in my mind, some not at all but this was so fun. I can't wait to do more!

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Sins, Two Through Four <3

Javi doesnt do good girls. Literally and figuratively.

Theyre nice, sure. Honeyed voices and beautiful eyes. But theyre just not for him. He prefers to stick with what he knows best. Messy, broken, women who are looking to distract themselves with him and his body. Sharp eyes topped with heavy eyeliner and eyeshadow. Women who know what to do with him.

Hes been soiled by the world, therefore belongs with others whove met the same fate. But, hes okay with that. (3.3k words)

tags!! 18+ javier peña x reader ! one shot! inoccent reader i guess?, no set era just vaguely somewhere in the late 80s early 90s :p, since its like entirely from his perspective hes only referred to as Javi and not javier sorry if that bothers u </3, corruption, religious allegories, steve and connie r there for five seconds, dubious I suppose cuz they be drinking, smut but its not like Good and its also there for about five second lolol.., p in v sex, blow jobs, rough sex, lots of depressing internal dialogue for javi Uhhhhhh, Sus thoughts abt causing harm to u I GUESS?? Toxic javi of course lol. kinda bad boy x good girl concept here but he wants to make u WORSE. mannn idk, some dom/sub dynamics if u squinttt

authors notes!! hi! Ok my first Javi fic LOOOOL been binging narcos and i had to take a break from my joel fic in the works to write this shit. I SPENT THE ENTIRE DAY PUMPING THIS OUT AHHHHH Beinf as that ive been working on it For One whole day it may not b my best work but i still had fun!! i kinda like the religious allegories Uhh IM NOT RELIGIOUS OR SCHOLARYLY OR ANYTHING so take whatever i reference with a grain of artsy salt.. enjoy!!!!

Javi doesnt do good girls. Literally and figuratively.

Theyre nice, sure. Honeyed voices and beautiful eyes. But theyre just not for him. He prefers to stick with what he knows best. Messy, broken, women who are looking to distract themselves with him and his body. Sharp eyes topped with heavy eyeliner and eyeshadow. Women who know what to do with him.

Hes been soiled by the world, therefore belongs with others whove met the same fate. But, hes okay with that. 

That brings him to now, at this crowded bar with Steve, later Connie. And you, he guesses. Hes never met you but hes heard of you. Tonight youre tagging along so thats that.

Anyways, Steve is updating him on his daughter and something else about enrolling her in private school but New York City is wildly expensive. Javis caught the eye of a pretty brunette further away from the bar hes sitting at. Shes in a black miniskirt begging to get taken off.

“Stop eye-fuckin’ her, Im talkin’ to you.”

“Relax, Im listening.” Javi takes another drag from his cigarette, tapping away the ash into a tray.”Youre a hard worker, Im sure you can find a way to move up and earn a little more for Olivias private schooling.”

Steve sighs, nursing his beer as he thinks. “Maybe. Just dont wanna be away from her more than i have to be.”

“Mm.”

The brunette beckons him over, and Javi is already sliding off the stool to meet her. “Ill be r-”

“Steve!” 

Connie is here, and so is her-

Friend? 

Youre wearing a baby blue slip with sheer white tights and a thin, white cardigan. Youre pretty. Its only when you introduce yourself and he meets your eyes that hes sure. Youre good. And he doesnt do good. Youre not his type, Javi decides. Lame.

He moves down a seat so you can sit next to Connie whos also next to Steve, and you seem nervous. He gets the feeling you dont come out to places like this a lot. Its too.. Grungy. People smoke inside and get crazy drunk and dance. Probably not your speed. Youre easy to read.

Steve, “Remind me again how you know each other?”

“From work! Shes a nurse.” Connie smiles at Steve first, and then to you. A nurse, of course. Because youre good and its practically oozing off of you. Maybe hes wrong. He hopes hes wrong. Only because youre so pretty, with pretty pink blush and lipgloss. 

You now, “I work in pediatrics.”

You work with children? Jesus christ.

You help people- help your community and take care of children. Javi had to watch children die, over and over, all too complicit each time it happens. No, youre not his type. Hes not into angels. Javi is far from holy and isnt about to desecrate you.

Then there's this feeling that starts to stir in his gut. An ugly feeling that wants to scratch through flesh and bone to get out.  He takes the final drag of his cigarette before smushing it into the ashtray. Why do you bother him so much? Maybe its because upon your arrival that pretty brunette he was eyeing disappeared. A real shame.

But youre here, and your breasts are softly spilling over the neckline of your dress, and while the length is enough to cover your ass when youre standing, the way it looks while youre sitting is a whole different story. Youre good eye candy. Glass half full thinking.

He clears his throat. “How long-” 

The bartender interrupts with a pearly smile. Hes asking if you want anything and hes obviously into you. Annoyingly so.

While youre ordering, Steve and Connie walk away to dance, and Connie stops by Javi, dipping her head to his ear. “Please, please dont fuck my friend.”

Ironic.

“Dont worry,” He leans his elbow on the counter, finishing the rest of his whiskey. “Shes not my type. Go have fun.”

You order three shots of vodka and apple juice. Its a little cute the way you hold your nose while you down each shot and chase it with some juice. Javis on his next glass of whiskey, watching how some of your drink rolls down your collar bone and into the valley of your breasts.

The sight of you is downright sinful. Its not fair.

“You need another shot or are you good now?”

Youre laughing, batting your hand dismissively. “No, No. Im good. I hate alcohol so I wanted to get this part over with and loosen up a little.”

“You dont have to drink it if you dont want to.”

“I like being drunk, just not drinking.”

“Fair enough.”

You fold your hands in your lap, and spin your seat side to side. “You were asking me something earlier?”

“How long have you been a nurse?”

“Three years now. I was working at a different hospital until recently. Thats how I met Connie.”

“Ah.”

“And you? What do you do?”

Javi lets the silence linger a bit. Fuck it. “Uh, CIA- but im retired now.”

“Oh- Yes! Right! Connie- She told me. Im sorry, you probably dont wanna talk about it.”

This is what makes his gums start itching. Most women- who are just as tragic as him- just bat their lashes and tell him its sexy he works for the government.

But you- Youre good. So you actually care about how hes feeling, and arent just trying to fuck him. Maybe that could change?- Ugh- No- no. Just no. Youll be ruined. Youd get dirty and thatd weigh him down like everything else does. Plus, Connie told him not to.

“Um. Have you done anything fun recently? Aside from all that?” Cute how you try to change the subject to spare his feelings.

Javi breaks open a new pack of cigarettes, slipping one out and putting it between his lips, then flicks his lighter on. Once, twice. A fifth time. No dice. The fucking thing ran out fluid. 

“Fuck,” He grumbles.

“Ah! Hold on!”

An eyebrow is raised.

You dig through your purse, and pull out a disposable lighter. You thumb the sparkwheel a couple times to get the flame going.

“Do you mind?”

Javi hums no and leans forward. You do too, cupping your hand over the flame in case it goes out. It lights, and he gets a good drag in.

“Thank you.”

“Youre welcome.” And youre smiling again and Javi wants to shake you around and see where youre hiding your halo. Hes good at getting information out of people. He could get you to confess.

“Any reason you carry around a lighter?”

“Uhh. For medicinal purposes.”

“Cheeky.”

You spin in your chair once, all the way around then wobble when you stop. Javi shoots his arm out to grab yours and keep you steady. 

“Careful.” 

“Thanks.” A short breath. “Still think I need another shot?”

Javi smirks. “Oh, definitely.”

And youre ordering two shots. Bold.

“To answer your question, I havent done any fun things, no- Oh actually, you know what? I went to the art museum the other day.”

“The MET?”

“Mhm.” 

“I went there a few months ago! Its beautiful isnt it? Do you have a favorite exhibit?”

“Probably European sculptures. The ones under the skylights were my favorite.”

“Yeah, those are beautiful.” You look off, dreamy. 

Youre a childrens nurse, youre bad at drinking, you like art, and Javier feels sick just sitting next to you. Theres so much ugly out there, hes sure youre aware, and yet youre as bright as ever infront of him. Youd probably fit right in with The Triumph of the Church. 

 Theres only one word that can describe that ugly feeling swirling in him. 

Envy. He wishes he could be as untouchable as you feel right now.

Theres a push and pull. He wants to taste your lips and roll up your dress and roughen you up, but he cant- he shouldnt. You dont deserve to get felt up by someone so unclean.

And yet,

Your beautiful smile, one that always reaches your eyes, and your precious laugh, and the way youve been nervously playing with your hands this entire time makes him want to break you. To rip those wings out and keep you from flying. 

Javi really is devilish.

“Okay, shot time!” You push one of the glasses towards him. 

“Im not taking a shot,” He takes another puff from the cigarette, then lets it rest on the ashtray.

“C’mon, Javier! Pleeeeeaaaase?” 

“Javi.” He emphasizes.

“Okay.” You nod, “Javi, please?”

“Fine.”

Alright, alright. It didnt take much, but to be fair ‘please’ and ‘Javi’ just sound so good together when you say it. 

Clink! 

You count to three, and together you take the shot. Javi only grimaces at the taste and youre scrambling for the juice after letting go of your nose. Youre so damn messy about it too. Javi gets the bartender to get some napkins.

“I think I'm done,” You cough.

“I think youre done too.” He smiles, “Do you normally spill your drinks on yourself?” 

You patiently hold still while Javi wipes down your mouth, then your chin, then your collarbone, careful to not get too close to your chest. He eyes the dainty necklace that carries your first name initial. 

“Noooo, it all just happens so fast, you know? Oh! And thank you for cleaning me up.” Youre smacking your lips together, “Ah shit, my gloss.” 

“Yeah, looks like you ate it all in the chaos.” He glances over at the four shot glasses, all stained.

You groan after digging through your purse. “Fuck, I left my compact at home.”

“Being a girl seems hard.”

“It is.” You sigh, albeit dramatic. “Ill be back.”

You slide off the stool and almost eat shit actually. At least Javi is there to catch you. Again. This might be a recurring theme tonight considering how many drinks you had. Must be a lightweight.

“Im sorry- Fuck, Im so sorry,” Youre laughing again, and it gets a laugh out of him too. Back on the stool you go.

“If you fall again Im not gonna catch you.”

“Thats okay, I wouldnt catch me either.” 

Javi thinks for a moment, curious. 

“I could, yknow, put the gloss on you. If you want.”

“Really? Youd do that?”

Your eyes are big and bright, lashes accentuated by your mascara. The way you look at him makes him feel oddly special. Its not sultry, or wanting. You have this natural allure to you. Angelic. That alone makes him want to touch you again. To yank you down from the clouds.

“Yeah, gimmie the gloss.”

You put it in his palm and lean towards him. Javi messes with the applicator, listening to the squish of product inside the tube. Seems easy enough.

Javi situates himself more comfortably in the chair, then holds your chin as he applies it. Youre well behaved the entire time, like he expected, except for the fact that you lost your balance again and gripped onto his thigh to keep you from falling. He clears his throat. There are blaring alarms in his head telling him to put distance between you both.

“Sorry.”

“Its alright. I dont mind.”

You swallow nervously. Any angel would be nervous if they were this close to an agent of hell. Get it? Agent?

Javi tucks away the fly aways first. The applicator swipes across your bottom lip, and hes squinting at the little sparkles in the gloss. Its a nice touch. His thumb rubs away any excess to keep it neat.

“Good job for not falling again.” 

“I had some help.” And youre both grinning now.

“Mkay, all done.” 

You smack your lips, nodding. “Thank you.”

This is the moment where Javi should let you go. He should excuse himself and find someone who isnt you, someone whos filthy just like him, and have them instead.

You tilt your head in his palm, letting him cradle your face.

But youre so pretty, and youre so sweet, and youre right there. 

That feeling from earlier is bubbling up again, the need to ruin you. You might look prettier covered in bite marks and sweat, with your hair messed up and your recently applied gloss all gone. Again. 

He shouldnt.

But then again, what are sinners even good for if not this? Converting others and carrying on the missions of the Devil himself, you know, the works. Fuck, its not like he wasnt doing it anyways. Shout out to the government.

Javi observes you, trying to make a decision. “Hey,” 

“Hiii.” 

“Can I take you home?” 

Its was easy, and you were so well behaved about it too. You did a little nervous yapping on the way to his apartment but it was cute. He learned you had a pet cat, and he tells you about the dog he grew up with. You talk about the shitty weather recently and Javi tells you he got rained on and slipped going up the stairs. It settles your nerves. Good. His phone keeps ringing in the glove compartment, but he just tells you to ignore it. Steve no doubt.

He makes sure to hold your hand on the way up to his apartment, giving it a squeeze before he lets go to open the door.

Javi’s heart never usually pounds this hard bringing any woman to his place, and its downright sinnister how excited he is. 

When the door closes, you both leave your shoes at the door. 

“Want anything? I dont have any apple juice but I can give you orange juice? Water if you want that instead?” 

“Orange juice sounds good.”

You begin to linger about his living room. Youre probably getting a feel for how impersonal it all is. Plain. His room is a bit more interesting, at least. 

Javi hands you the glass and shucks off his leather jacket, draping it over one of the kitchen chairs.

The first time he kisses you, is while walking through to the entrance of his bedroom. One hand gripping your hip and the other cradling the back of your head. He swallows ever whimper, every sigh, every squeak until the back of his knees hit the edge of the mattress. Javi pulls away, watching the string of spit snap and cling to your bottom lip.

“Are you good at following directions?”

“Yes-Yes. I am.” You choke out.

Now sat on the bed, “Great. On your knees then.” 

Tonight, youre going to pray. Youre going to sing.

You hesitate to get down, but do it with no complaints. Javi stretches over to the bedside table, grabbing a spare pack of cigarettes and lighter. 

Your eyes are on him, patiently waiting for another command. 

He continues to smoke at a leisurely pace, petting your head and caressing the apples of your cheeks. Youre leaning into his hand affectionately again.

Youre hit with some of the excess smoke he breathes out, coughing a bit. 

“Javi-”

“No more talking. Understand?”

A beat passes, and you nod again, only shuffling forward to rest your head on the inside of his thigh. Javi taps away the ash.

“Good girl.”

You stay down there for a little while, only squirming and wiggling to relieve the soreness settling into your knees. You dont talk, you dont whine, you dont go grabbing at him. You stay put because he didnt tell you to do anything else. Youre good. Angels are loyal to a fault.

When you do get a command, youre perking up like a dog. Cute. Javis telling you to take his cock out.

You go for it, and he tuts at you. “Do it slow.”

And so, youre doing it slowly now, pulling out the leather from under the buckle, opening it up and then popping open the button to his jeans. Your lips press into a thin line, looking up at him for reassurance.

“Go on.”

His zipper is pulled down at a snails pace, and your eyes widen at the lack of underwear. No surprise there. Javi sighs when you take him your hand. 

He lets you feel him up curiously, your thumb wisping over his flushed tip, smearing along the white beads gathering there. 

“Put it in your mouth.”

You stiffen, unsure. Javis reminded that youre good and you probably dont do this kind of thing a lot. 

“Its not hard, nena. Promise. Want me to teach you?”

Youre nodding now, more eagerly.

“Start by kissing it.”

Tentatively, you kiss starting from the bottom up- That much you know how to do- So its a good start. He sighs out the last bit of smoke and stretches over to the bedside again to put out the cigarette. 

After kissing, youre licking, and after licking, youre finally trying to swallow him. He groans, holding the back of your head and coaxing you to take more.

You gag, backing out to catch your breath then taking him in again.

“Jus’ like that- Fuck-”

And somehow the slight inexperience gives you the upperhand. You want to be good for him, and your  clumsy hands are doing as much as they can to make up for your lack of deep-throating capabilities.

Its when you suck harshly on the head that he hunches forward with a gasp. “Yeah-Yes.”

You do it again, and again, and hes so fucking close now but he stops you. Not yet.

“You did good.” Javi reassures you. “Get up.”

You wobble up onto your feet and hes pulling you into a kiss, hands exploring you all over with urgency. He needs it now, to do what he wanted to do at the bar when he first started talking to you. He needs to drag you down with him.

Javi pulls your cardigan off, and then your dress, and as more layers of your clothing come off the more he cant wait. Youre moaning under his tongue, only squirming when he nips at the flesh of your torso, leaving a trail of blossoming bruises in his wake. He tells you to lay down and you follow accordingly. 

Javi kisses up your stomach, and the junction between your neck and shoulder. You almost speak, almost. And it has his dick harder than he thought it could get. Youre still obeying. Fucking incredible.

He pulls your hips forward, making you whimper. A finger traces through your folds, and he practically gushes with pride just feeling what hes done to you so far. He hasnt even gotten to the best part.

“Talk to me,”

Youre babbling now, “K-Keep touching me- Dont stop. Please, Javi.” There it is again. ‘Please’ and ‘Javi’. He cant say no to someone whos been so reverent thus far.

He rewards you by tracing soft circles around your clit, watching the way your abdomen flexes at the pressure. The combination of nervousness and arousal has your thighs quaking around his forearm. You give in so easy. 

Javi tells you to lay on your stomach, Then, hes pressing kisses up your spine to soothe you. To sedate you. 

You practically crumble when his cock reaches all the way inside you. This is it. Hes going to rip those obnoxious fucking wings out of your back.

“Javi,” You wheeze, clawing at the sheets. His hand sits on the nape of your neck to keep you pinned down. Javi grunts, doubling forward over your back. Its almost like hes punishing your guts just because youre you. 

He grabs your wrists instead, pulling them behind your back and anchoring himself with one hand. The other curls into your hair, yanking your head up from the pillow you covered in drool. 

You sob, trembling when Javi buries himself to the hilt. Hes panting over your neck like a dog, licking and nipping there like one too.

“Thank you,” You sniffle, twisting your neck to get a glimpse of him. Your mascaras running down your face. Humble, even in the face of your own sacrilege. 

Javi shushes you with a sloppy kiss. Hell only accept your thanks when hes finally run you dry.

Tonight is the night you fell from grace. All because of him.

[burntheedges]

8 AMAZING Ballet Moments From NBT’s HOTTEST Couple! (A Pas de Deux Epilogue)

Din Djarin x f!reader | 18+ | 5k | fic masterlist | main masterlist | ao3

summary: The link arrives with a text from Adrian that reads, "👀🩰🔥."

a/n: surprise! it's an epilogue! I wasn't originally planning to write this, but then I got this comment (thank you, @ageappropriatefanperson - I'm answering a few of your questions, lol). And then I was watching a highlights video and... here we are. It was fun to visit these two again. Thank you @katareyoudrilling for being the best beta, as always!! I hope y'all enjoy Sophie and Andre as much as I enjoyed creating them. 🧡

chapter tags/warnings: fluff, flirting, touching, reader sits in Din's lap, cuddling, YouTube video, ballet terms, more links for y'all lol, kissing, fondling, pet names (sweetheart), couch sex, p-in-v sex, dirty talk

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“What’s that?”

You feel Din come up behind you and lean in over your shoulder. You smile, leaning back against his chest. His arms immediately snake around your waist.

“Adrian sent it to me.” You angle your phone so he can see the title – 8 AMAZING Ballet Moments from NBT’s HOTTEST Couple! 

He huffs out a laugh and you feel his chest move against your back. “S’that about us? Are we the hottest couple?”

You nod. “Obviously. Don’t you feel like the hottest couple? I mean, you’re definitely hot.” He laughs again at your teasing and squeezes you. “I was about to watch it. Should I get my computer?” 

Din hides his face in your neck and groans. “Yeah ok, I’ll watch it, too.”

You fish your computer out of a pile of Grogu’s drawings on the coffee table and lead Din to the couch. He pulls you down onto his lap, so you settle the laptop on your knees where you can both see it. You find the link on YouTube and take a deep breath.

“Ready?” you ask, and Din sighs. 

“Ready,” he says, sounding resigned, and you know it’s because he hates watching himself like this. You start to turn to look at him but he wraps his arms around your waist and presses a soft kiss behind your ear. “I’m ready,” he repeats, voice warmer. You smile as you hit play.

The video begins with a cute animated intro of two people doing ballet (and sometimes falling down and laughing). A scrolling text, like cheerful handwriting, declares, “Sophie and Andre Talk Ballet!”

The camera pans out to two people sitting behind a desk. There are a few cute ballet-themed knick-knacks on the desk, but it’s not cluttered. They both have microphones in front of them. The wall behind them is decorated with posters and art from famous ballets.

The person on the right is wearing a bright blue, fuzzy sweater and matching eyeliner. She has her hair in microbraids that are pulled back into a ponytail.

She speaks first, a cheerful, “hey y’all! I’m Sophie.”

The person on the left has short red hair and freckles. He’s wearing a navy button up that has small white flowers embroidered all over. He repeats her greeting with a broad smile, “and I’m Andre!”

Together, they say, “welcome!”

Sophie continues, “welcome to the next video in our series of amazing ballet moments. We’re really excited about this video because we’ve wanted to make it for a long time.” She turns to look at Andre.

He nods. “Sure did! But we had to wait until the end of the ballet season. It was torture!”

Sophie laughs and agrees. “it really was! But the season is done and now we can say for certain that these are THE 8 amazing ballet moments from…” She trails off and looks expectantly at her co-host.

Andre drums his hands lightly on the desk in front of him. “Drum roll please!” 

Sophie smiles and says, brightly, “Nevarro Ballet Theater’s hottest couple!”

Briefly the two hosts disappear as images of you and Din appear on screen. 

You recognize it immediately. It’s a pretty popular still from Kuiil’s pas de deux, with him holding you in the air. You’re looking at each other, though, and Din has a tiny smile on his face. 

It’s one of your favorites, too. Din presses a kiss into your neck and you know he agrees.

The image of you and Din moves backwards and becomes part of the background behind the two hosts.

Sophie continues, “ever since we had confirmation that these two are dating back in January, which, oh my god! That’s so perfect!” She makes a high pitched noise that makes Din groan behind you and you laugh. ‘Ever since then, we’ve wanted to make this video.”

Andre nods and waves his hand in the air. “That’s right! But we wanted to wait until the end of the season to see Giselle. And spoiler alert, Giselle is definitely in the top 8.” 

You tilt your head against Din’s, thinking about Giselle and smiling. You’re glad it made the top 8.

Sophie grins at her co-host. “Of course! So we’re going to share our favorite moments from these two from the last year and a half, since that’s about when Din Djarin joined NBT.”

They continue on to give a little more information about the two of you and your histories with NBT and CBC. You turn your head slightly and press your smile into Din’s hair. You know he’s thinking of his first few months at NBT, too, from the way his arms tighten just a bit and pull you closer to his chest.

“Alright, you know the drill – we’ll countdown from 8 to our number 1, and we’ll tell you why we chose each moment.” Andre winks at the camera. “Let us know what you think in the comments!”

A banner unfurls across the screen that says “#8 - Nutcracker.”

“That’s right,” Andre says, “our first - or last? - moment is this year’s Nutcracker!”

Sophie nods. “This was Din’s first year doing Nutcracker with NBT, since he joined just before the holiday season last season and wasn’t in the show.”

Andre points at the camera. “And he did not disappoint! Now, we all know the Russian dance, also called Trepak. It’s tough, and fast, and hell on the knees. It’s usually a very specific bit of choreography with very few changes. But Din really made it look easy and new. I mean, of course he did, we’ve seen him jump!”

“We all have, and what was especially interesting this year was that they turned parts of it into more of a solo to really showcase how he can fly.”

Andre nodded. “Here’s a clip of our favorite part.”

You elbow him when the clip starts because you just know he’s hidden his face again. The short clip that plays is of Din doing the flying barrel turns, and then it cuts to his leaps in second position. He groans into your neck and you laugh.

“Seriously, y’all, I don’t know that I’ve seen someone hit those jumps that well, like, ever.” Sophie sighs.

“And did you see how high he jumped? And that extension? The lines of his arms?” Andre sighed, too, and then they both laughed. “He’s amazing!”

“But so is his partner, who danced the lead in Marzipan for the second time this year.” A picture of you in Marzipan appears behind Sophie’s head.

“And she freaking killed it,” Andre says, slapping his hands on the table. “Last year was good, but this year was great. Marzipan is tricky because the lead has to be hitting different beats than the rest of the dancers, and sort of leading them at the same time. And she really blew us away. I mean, those turns?” He looks at Sophie, who nods. “Just watch.”

You feel Din’s head come up and it makes you laugh. He’s more than willing to watch you dance, of course. The clip is of a moment towards the end of Marzipan, where you’re doing turns center stage. You feel Din sigh behind you and he murmurs, “gorgeous,” into your hair. It reminds you of when he complimented you, way back at the beginning, when you first met. You turn to kiss his cheek.

“Amazing, right?” Sophie asks, and Andre nods. “So that’s our first moment. And for the second....”

Another banner unfurls across the screen that reads, “#7 - THE Bayadère solo.”’

Sophie spreads her hands out and says, “now, we couldn’t do this list justice if we didn’t feature some truly impressive solo moments from each half of our favorite pair.”

Andre nods. “We have more of them together, but in what world could we leave this one out? And you’ll see the rest coming up.”

Sophie leans towards the camera with a serious look on her face, and the camera zooms in on her. “And we know you all know this one! We could. Not. Stop. Talking about it when it happened, because it’s just that good. Back when he first joined NBT, Din did a medley of three of Solor’s variations from different versions of La Bayadère, all in a row, in a mixed program.” 

She leans back and the camera pans out to show Andre fanning himself. “I still can’t believe he did this. Three variations from one of the hardest roles, and all in a row? No breaks?” Andre slams his hand into his fist. “It was a statement.”

Sophie nods. “It was honestly the biggest and best fuck you to CBC that anyone could have asked for, after his dramatic exit. It was hey, look what you let slip through your fingers! And boy did they fumble huge here.”

“Yes!” Andre agrees. “And we did a whole video on that that we’ll link below. But back to the solos — from the moment the lights came up and he hit that first double cabriolet, it was like time stopped. He smashed it. Just completely owned these variations.”

“We almost couldn’t choose a favorite part, but we had to go with the double assemblé turns. First, they are crisp and clean and perfect. Second, they are part of the third variation out of three that he did with no breaks. Third, he does like 7 of them in a row. That’s wild.”

“Wild!” Andre almost shouts. “Just… just watch.”

You reach up to grab Din’s chin to make him watch, and turn to whisper in his ear, “I was standing in the wings watching this, mesmerized.” His arms tighten around your waist and you grin. “I mean, at the time I didn’t know yet – I was still worried about dancing with you. But you were beautiful.” 

You know he doesn’t like it when you say things like that about yourself, and as always he tucks himself around you tighter and shakes his head. 

“I know, Din, I don’t think like that anymore.” You cut off his protests with a kiss, and he responds with interest.

By the time you break away and turn back to the video, they’re already talking about moment #6. 

“...and that’s why we love her portrayal of Hermia.” Sophie has her hands clasped in front of her chest. 

“Its technically and artistically beautiful, of course, but the feeling!” Andre slumps dramatically over the table. “How does she do it? We could feel how tormented the character was just from the angle of her shoulders, I swear. Take a look.”

It’s a clip of your Hermia variation from Midsummer, from the year Din joined NBT. He sighs and presses a smile into your cheek. “Beautiful,” he says, and then presses a line of kisses down your neck. 

“Honestly it’s my favorite interpretation of Hermia, probably ever,” Sophie says. “It’s no surprise to us that she finally made principal this year!” You turn to try to hide your face in Din’s neck but he chuckles and kisses you instead.

“And our next moment brings our two favorites back together,” Andre says, and a banner unfurls that reads, “#5 - Raindrops.”

You’re surprised, and kind of pleased. Raindrops was Jee’s fall premiere, her brand new ballet, from this last NBT season. It was an ensemble ballet, and very contemporary, and you and Din had been one of three main pairs.  

“If you’ve been here a while, you know we loved this new ballet and we hope it sticks around in NBT’s repertoire. It is so, so beautiful!” Andre sighs a bit dreamily. “And we loved the way the choreography played to the strengths of each couple.”

Sophie nods. “We’ll link our whole video on Raindrops below. But right now we want to focus on the final duet, danced by our favorite pair. The whole ballet creates such an interesting world of movement that echoes rainfall, but these two really brought it home with this part.”

Andre sweeps his left arm out. “I don’t know how they did it, but it feels like the calm after a rainstorm. Just watch.”

You feel Din looking at this one, and you know he’s watching you on screen. You suppose that’s only fair, since you’re watching him. Jee had really blown everyone away with this choreography and you were looking forward to doing it again. Din hums contentedly as the Din on screen lifts you and you smile. 

“Ugh, it’s so gorgeous,” Sophie says, resting her chin in her hands. “I don’t even know what I want to say.”

“Sounds like it’s time for our next moment!” Andre laughs. The banner that unfurls on the screen reads, “#4 - La Bayadère (Again).”

“We were both surprised and not surprised when the fall schedule was released for NBT,” Andre says, raising his hands. He lifts his right hand and says, “surprised, because they’ve never done La Bayadère before.” He lifts his left hand and tilts his head. “Not surprised, because we all saw what Din can do with it in his first NBT performance.”

Sophie nods. “And we knew it would be amazing when we saw who was cast as Nikiya.” A picture appears on screen of the two of you dancing together as Solor and Nikiya. “This was an ambitious addition for NBT and wow did they knock it out of the park!”

“He brought all of that power and grace we saw in the solos,” Andre continues, “and she brought a deep emotionality to the technical performance Nikiya requires that really blew us away. She more than deserved the promotion to principal and this just shows that.”

“They’re right.” Din’s mouth tickled your neck as he whispers against it and you shiver. “Shit, you were so amazing as Nikiya.”

He had told you that many times during the rehearsals and the show itself but the praise still made you squirm in his lap. 

“THE moment we chose is from the end of act 2, Nikiya’s death scene. Ugh it’s so good and so freaking sad!” Sophie cups her face with her hands. “I can’t take it.”

Andre reaches over and they briefly hold hands. “I cried! We both cried! Her control - immaculate. His emotions - overflowing yet viciously contained.”

Sophie is nodding along. “Yes, they danced it so beautifully, and their skill really really shone here. And the feeling!”

Andre puts a hand up to his mouth as if to whisper to the audience. “And look, I know a lot of you started to ship them after a moment we’ll mention later,” — Sophie interrupts to shout “no spoilers!” — “but I think this performance alone launched a thousand ships.”

Sophie laughs. “And we’ll show you why — just look at how they look at each other!”

The clip that plays showcases a lot of your skill, it’s true, but also the longing looks you and Din had to give each other in this scene. 

“I want to say we were just acting,” you say, laughing, “but I can’t blame them for thinking we were in love already, when we actually were.”

Din nips at your neck and you yelp. He laughs. “Anyone with eyes can see how I feel when I look at you, sweetheart. And he’s supposed to be in love with her. I had a lot of personal experience to draw on.” 

You turn to kiss him, then, because what else would you do? You miss the rest of the commentary about La Bayadère, lost in Din. 

But then they capture your attention again. 

“And for our next moment…” Andre says, and the banner unfurls to reveal, “#3 - THE rehearsal.” 

“Ok, we know you’ve all seen it,” Sophie says, shrugging. “Everyone has! It’s still amazing.”

“Oh no,” Din groans, hiding his face in your neck. You can’t help but laugh. You reach up and bury your hand in his curls, trying to soothe him.

Andre winks at the camera. “It’s so, so good. And you know what we’re talking about — THE rehearsal.”

Sophie sighs. “Just let me say again, thank you to whoever filmed this and decided to share it with the world.”

Din is grumbling against your shoulder and you’re pretty sure you hear a muffled Adrian. You shake your head, smiling. Adrian had put it on his IG, sure, but that had been it. He hadn’t meant for it to go viral. Peli had teased Din about that for weeks.

“It’s the famous moment from January of this year, when we got a little sneaky behind-the-scenes look at an NBT rehearsal,” Andre says. “Later we all figured out that it was the beginning of rehearsals for Giselle. But at the time it was a mystery, and, well. Let’s just play the clip.”

Sophie nods. “Yes! I want to watch it again. And again.”

You know what’s coming before the clip starts. It’s clearly footage from a phone, snuck around the corner and into a rehearsal space through an open door. You even see the door jamb at first. 

In the center of the video are you and Din. You leap through the air and he catches you, grinning. It’s a grin he rarely shows in public but the full force of it is trained on you. You’re laughing as he catches you and flips you upright. The two of you lean into each other and giggle, clearly amused by how learning this particular lift is going. You remember that day — you couldn’t stop laughing, wrapped up in each other and how fun it is to try something new if he’s doing it with you. 

The cameraman (Adrian, your brain supplies) hushes someone off screen. At the same moment, you rise up on your toes and press a quick kiss to Din’s mouth. 

You feel him sigh behind you and you snuggle closer. 

On screen you start to move away, ready to practice again, but he pulls you back into another kiss.

The video cuts out there, and you know it’s because Adrian didn’t actually want footage of you making out. And you did make out, you remember, for quite a while after that.  

“And that’s how we all found out our ship was real! The hottest couple is real,” Andre laughs. “They are so freaking cute together.”

Sophie nods. “I love seeing a little peek into how they work on lifts. And the kiss!” She pretends to swoon, grinning. “So I hope they don’t mind but damn do we love that video.”

“Two more,” Adrian says, “and I bet you know what they are. But which one is number one?”

Sophie drums on the table as the next banner unfurls, and it says, “#2 - Giselle.”

“We told you it would be in the list and here it is!” Andre gestures widely with a smile. “NBT did a longer run of Giselle and so our two favs were not the only ones to dance the roles of Giselle and Albrecht. And everyone did an amazing job.”

Sophie nods. “But as we all know by now, these two have something special. And you could really feel it in the way he danced Albrecht. It’s a difficult, taxing, emotional role. We already did a video comparing his performances as Albrecht at NBT and CBC, which we’ll link below.”

Andre sighs. “He is so, so good in this role. We knew he would be, but damn. He has grown so much as a dancer since joining NBT — not technically, but emotionally. His first Albrecht was great, technically perfect in that usual CBC way. But this one? This one made me cry.”

“Exactly,” Sophie agrees. “He really hit another level with his performances this year with NBT and this was the high point. And he was already starting from such a high level!”

“And then our Giselle!” Andre slumps dramatically in his seat. “She blew us away. That is such a challenging role, and she didn’t just nail it. I feel like because of her performance I understand the ballet better now. And I’ve seen it approximately 1 million times.”

“Here, we’ll show you what we mean,” Sophie says, and the clip starts. 

Your face is warm from the compliments. They show two clips - one of Giselle’s descent into madness, and one of Albrecht dancing for his life. Din seems to have resigned himself to watching, but you know he’s enjoying it when he nudges his head against yours. 

“Seriously,” Sophie says when the clips end. “How? Their range! And wow what a difference from CBC’s Giselle for Din.”

Andre nods. “They showed us what they’re made of this year. And it was amazing.”

“And, one more! Our absolute favorite, forever…” Sophie winks at the camera.

A banner unfurls that reads, “#1 - THE pas de deux.”

“THE pas!” Adrian and Sophie say in unison, grinning. 

Then Sophie says, “ok well first, we already did a whole video on this pas de deux. We’ll link it below. But my god, this pas!”

Andre has a dreamy look in his eye. “They’ve performed it twice — once in last year’s anniversary gala, and once in the mixed program that opened this year’s fall season.”

“It is a true tour de force of technical skill, strength, and emotional connection. These two made magic on stage and somehow did it even better the second time.”

“It’s true,” Andre agrees. “I get chills just thinking about it. It’s not often you get to see two true masters of their art make something new together like this. To watch them truly create something wonderful together. But our favorite moment — after much deliberation — is from the first time they performed it, and from the 3rd movement.”

“It’s the famous one where they dance around each other, and then she leaps into his arms and gets lifted over his head.” Sophie shrugs. “Look, it’s famous for a reason! It’s gorgeous and emotional and a linchpin for the entire ballet, and for their character development in the story they create over the three parts.”

“It was honestly hard to believe, watching it at the time, that Din hadn’t been at NBT forever. That they’d only just met a few months before.” Andre makes an exaggerated confused face. “Like, how?” 

Sophie smirks at him. “Well, now we have more info…” 

“And we know they’re together,” Andre laughs. “I like to think they fell in love working on this pas. We’ll probably never know for sure, but it would be such an amazing love story. And back then we had no idea!” You feel Din laugh into your neck and you know he’s thinking what you’re thinking – if only they knew!

Sophie reaches over and pats his hand. “Ok, ok, enough from us, let’s play the clip.” 

Din looks up with no prompting this time. You both love Kuiil’s pas de deux and couldn’t hide it if you tried. 

“Look at you,” he murmurs, voice almost a growl, as you launch yourself towards him on the screen. “Beautiful.” He lifts one hand and turns your chin so he can catch your mouth in a kiss.

This kiss is not like the others you’ve shared while watching this video – it’s immediately hotter. Din teases at your mouth with his tongue and then slips inside when you gasp. 

Before you can protest – not that you would – Din reaches forward and closes the laptop, cutting off the video mid-word. He places it on the floor quickly and then uses that hand to tug you back into a kiss. 

You sink into it happily. You wondered sometimes if being with him would ever stop feeling like this. At this point, you doubt it.

Without breaking the kiss, Din grabs your hips and guides you to turn until you’re straddling his lap on the couch. His hands are big and warm on your hips and you sigh into his mouth.

“Beautiful,” he repeats, tugging you downwards. You grind against him and realize suddenly that he’s hard. 

“Din?” you ask, voice breathy. 

“Mm,” he says, wrapping his arms around your waist to hold you in place, pressed against him. “You know I love watching you dance. And they were right, you’re so fucking amazing.” 

You smile against his mouth and slide your hands up his neck and into his hair. “I love you,” you whisper against his mouth. He catches you in another fierce kiss.

“Love you too,” he breathes. Your chest fills with warmth, just like it does every time he says that. He keeps his left arm wrapped around you but begins to slide his right hand around your hip to the front. You’d been having a quiet morning, before the video, and your lounge shorts make it easy for him to slip his hand inside and cup your pussy. “So much.”

You throw your head back and grind down against his hand. You know he can feel how wet you are already. “Please,” you whine, not exactly sure what you’re asking for, but certain he would do anything you ask.

“Let me show you,” Din says, and tugs on your shorts. You lift up and kick them and your underwear off easily. When you sit back down you gasp – somehow, without you noticing, he’d pulled his sweatpants down. Your pussy drops down right against his hard cock. 

You move your hips back and forth slowly, reveling in the feeling of his cock sliding through your folds. 

“Look at you, sweetheart,” Din growls, voice admiring. He sneaks his hands under your t-shirt and pulls it off. “I love the way you look on my cock.”

You shiver – you can’t help it. You never can, not when Din talks like that. You’re floating. “Din,” you breathe, and he grasps your hips in his big hands. 

“I love the way your body moves,” he says leaning forward to press kisses along your collarbones. He nips at your shoulder. “I love the way it moves against mine. Love the line of your neck, the arch of your back.” He runs his tongue up your neck and sweeps his hand up your spine until he can grip the back of your neck. “Love the curve of your hips and the strength of your thighs.” He grasps your thigh with his free hand, opening your hips even wider. “Love the way our bodies move together.”

Din thrusts upwards and you gasp as the head of his cock nudges your clit.

“Fuck me,” you say, voice firm. You realize your eyes are closed and blink them open to look at him. He’s looking up at you with hungry eyes, mouth open. “Please, Din.”

He smiles at you, and you trace the shape of it with your eyes.

“Anything you want, sweetheart,” he promises as he nudges at your hip to lift upwards. You find the right position together easily – your bodies know each other so well, now, it’s effortless.

His cock notches at your entrance and his grip on the back of your neck gets firmer. “Look at me,” he demands, and you meet his eyes as you slowly and steadily sink down onto his cock.

When your hips meet his again, you realize you’re both panting, mouths open, staring at each other. 

Then he smiles.

Din tugs you forward into a kiss with his grip on your neck. As his hips thrust upwards, his tongue sweeps into your mouth and you moan.

He guides your hips upwards and sets a devastating pace that has you dropping your forehead on his shoulder, focusing on your breathing. It feels so good, it always feels so good. He knows just how to fuck you and he knows it.

“Just like that,” he says in your ear, voice low. “Fuck, sweetheart, just like that.” He thrusts upwards again and you whimper. “Do you feel it? How perfectly we fit together?”

You nod against his shoulder and he kisses your ear. 

“You always feel so fucking good,” he says, and you feel his hips stutter. Your bodies are so attuned to each other, it’s so easy for you to read how he’s getting close. And so are you.

It’s gathering down at the base of your spine, a heat that licks upwards and begins to fill every inch of you. 

“Made for me,” Din murmurs into your ear. “And I was made for you.” He squeezes the back of your neck and his next thrust sends the heat spiraling up your spine. 

“Din,” you cry, and you feel it wash over you in a wave of heat and pleasure so strong, it was always so fucking strong.

You hear him say your name as he thrusts upwards once, twice more, before stilling.

You’re both breathing hard, and you collapse forward onto him. He releases his grip on your neck and wraps his arms around you, pulling you tight against his chest.

“I love you,” he says again, and you smile into his neck.

“Love you, too,” you say. “Should we watch videos of our performances more often?” you tease, and you laugh when he groans. 

“Please, no,” he says into your hair, but you can tell he’s teasing. 

“Well,” you say, running your hand through his hair. “Maybe not around other people, if this is what happens.”

He laughs, and you grin. “Can’t help it,” he says, squeezing you tighter. “I love watching you.” His cock twitches inside of you and you gasp. 

“Din?” you ask, leaning back to look at him.

He’s smirking. “Why don’t you go lie down on the bed, sweetheart,” he says, and then kisses you. “And let me clean you up.”

You know exactly how he plans to clean you up, and you clench around him at the thought. He sucks in a sharp breath that you feel in his chest. “You have to let me up, first,” you say, wiggling in his arms. His cock starts to stiffen inside of you again and you grin. 

“Cute,” he murmurs against your lips, kissing you softly. He grasps your hips and thrusts up into you again. “Now get up, sweetheart. I need to clean you up before I get you dirty again.”

You laugh and do as he says.

...

a/n: all the links are in the text above so I don't think I have a ton to say, for once! I tried to pick things that showed what I was talking about, either the steps or the style. I hope you enjoyed it! I missed these two. 🥰

[girliism]

she gets the job done. (18+)

cowgirl!tashi duncan x reader

-

a new summer called for a new ranch hand that your parents have hired to take care of the horses your family has been raising for generations. and god, she was so much prettier than the ones from past summers.

-

despite being raised around them you would not consider yourself a horse girl, the opposite if anything. your parents use to have to beg you to at least stand near one, but since the day tashi duncan walked onto your property everyday at the same time you would stroll into the stables and make an attempt to flirt with her.

“morning.” you had put on the shortest short you could find and reveled in the way tashi let her gaze linger on your legs before adjusting her cowboy hat and greeting you.

you watched tashi in all her glory. the way her ass looked in her jeans, how she softly groomed one of the horses. running her fingers through its mane and petting it in long strokes. she was so good with them, stern when it came to their training but still sweet with her praises. you wondered if that’s how she was in bed too…

tashi hummed along to the country music playing lowly throughout the stable. “so how are they, the horses.” you walked your fingers along the stable doors, inching closer to her. tashi dropped the brush in her hand and turned to face you. “honestly? they’re some of the best horses i’ve worked with. i’m hoping i stay long enough to see this girl give birth.” she referred to the horse she was previously grooming. a tall black and white stallion, her lineage being the oldest one of all your horses.

“oh please, you should have seen them with our last ranch hand. absolute terrors.” you replied. “maybe, they all just like me too much.” she joked, a smirk forming on her face. you stalked closer to her. “well, who can really blame them. you’re incredibly likable.” before tashi could respond a mans voice cut through.

“babe.”

the both of you turned to where a tall brunette stood tapping his watch and singling you to come on.

you let out a sigh. “i— uh, i have to go.” tashi nodded “yeah, you don’t wanna keep him waiting.” she said with a certain tone that you didn’t pick on.

-

“you have terrible timing, fyi.” was the first thing you said when you approached him.

“what, did i interrupt your perving?” patrick said. patrick who lived a golf cart ride away and has been your friend since middle school. you pinched his side. “first of all, i wasn’t perving. but yes you did interrupt.” patrick rolled his eyes, throwing his hands up. “shoot me for being on time.”

patrick stayed over the entire day, and when night fell the two of crowded in front of your mirror getting ready to go out.

you took step away from the mirror. “ok, hows my dress? too short?” you turned in a circle giving him a 360 of your tight little black dress that rode up slightly when you walked. patrick surveyed you. “you look hot.” you clapped. “now what about me. is the eyeliner to dark?” you shook your head. “no. it’s look so good.”

pictures and videos were captured of the two of you for you respective feeds before you guys set out for the night.

one the way to the car you could help but look over to the guest house tashi was staying at. the lights were on and you thought you could see her shadow moving inside. many parts of you itched to wanna go to her but you ignored them hoping into patrick’s jeep.

-

the music at the bar was loud, and the insides felt warm from the shots after shots of alcohol you and patrick were consuming.

“it’s just i haven’t been fucked in so long, and i want her so fucking badly.” you ranted. “what if she’s not even gay?” patrick threw out there which makes your eyes roll. “tell me patrick, how many straight girls do you know that have a mini lesbian flag keychain hanging in their pickup truck?” you put emphasis on the type of car she drove, downing another shot.

“well at least you’re not barking up the wrong tree.” patrick muttered, his eyes focusing on something, someone behind you.

“alright, who have you been eye fucking?” you turned your head to see three different people patrick could be eyeing. “the hottest blonde man i’ve ever seen.” he smirked. you let out a playful scoff.

after a while said blonde man made his way over your table, leaning down to whisper something in patrick’s that had him biting his lip before he walked off.

patrick’s gave you a look, a look you knew all too well. “please don’t hate me, but-” you cut him off with raise of your hand. “it’s ok, i’ll fine a ride a home.” patrick gave you a cheeky grin and kiss on the cheek. “thank you, i love you. oh! you should call your cowgirl to pick you up!” and then he was gone, chasing after a one night stand.

you had a few more drinks while contemplating calling tashi.

“hey, uh— it’s me. could you come pick me up?”

-

“fun night?” tashi said, when you climbed into her truck.

“something like that.”

the car ride was quite only the low hum of the car engine cut through the silence.

tashi parked her car on the gravel outside your huge house.

“thanks for the ride, sorry if i woke you.” tashi shook her head. “it’s nothing, i’m glad you called.” neither of you got out. just looked at one another as if daring the other to make the first move. which you did.

you reached your hand over, and in a second your lips were in hers. tashi could taste on her tongue what you had been drinking. and you could taste the cigarettes she had been smoking and some kind of fruity drink. it made you want more.

you locked you fingers in the strands of her hair, and deepened the kiss. both of you panting messes in each other’s mouths.

“wait.” tashi pulled away from you. “we can’t do this.” you looked at her confused. “what? why?” she just shook her head. “because, you… i-i work for your parents.” you opened your mouth to protest but tashi spoke up again. “and you’re drunk right now.”

you rolled your eyes at tashi’s excuses, and leaned in to kiss her neck. “i’m like barely even tipsy. and my parent wouldn’t care.” you sucked a tiny mark under her jaw.

“what about your boyfriend?”

that made you freeze and move back. boyfriend? why would she think you had a boyfriend?

then you thought back to earlier, to patrick calling you babe and throwing his arm around you. you let out a groan and dropped your head in hands. “i don’t do girls with boyfriends.” tashi said, leaning over you to open the car door. “but-” you started, but she cut you off. “good night.” she left you no choice but to exit the car muttered a small good night.

you walked of the course of shame all the way back to your bedroom where you collapsed on you bed. turning on the tv and letting some cartoon drown out your embarrassment.

-

you were woken up by the opening of you room door, and patrick’s voice.

“raise and shine, sweetheart. i got donuts and advil.” you chucked a pillow at his face. “what the hell was that for?” you popped your head out from under the covers. “i hate you.” patrick laughed, and crawled into your bed next to you. “i take it someone didn’t get laid.”

“i was so close patrick, but then you had to ruin it.” you whined. “what did i do?” he said, mildly confused. “she thought we were dating, patrick!” he went silence before letting out a loud laugh.

“it’s not funny, pat. i particularly threw myself at her last night only to get rejected.” patrick cuddled close to you. “i’m sorry. maybe next time, yeah.” you huffed.

“maybe.”

-

when night fell you landed three knocks onto the guest house door. tashi opened it coming her in your view. she was wearing a wife pleaser and some pajama shorts. her hair was still damp from her shower.

“what are you doing here?”

“i wanted to apologize for last night…” you said, fiddling with your fingers behind your back. tashi sighed, moving out of the way to let you in.

she had redecorated the guest house completely, and made it so…. her.

you stood awkwardly next to her couch. “i really am sorry. i definitely was way more that tipsy last night and i apologize if i made you uncomfortable.” tashi walked closer to where you stood, her height compared to yours caused you to have to look up slightly.

“it’s fine, really. i was just protecting my peace, you know. i’ve done the whole girls with boyfriends thing and never again.” she laughed.

you nodded, rocking on your heels. “ i get that, but i uh— don’t have a boyfriend. patrick’s just my friend, my extremely touchy, affectionate friend.”

there was pause before tashi spoke.

“good.” she said under her breath, moving even closer to you. the backs of your thighs hit the couches armrest. “because i really liked kissing you last night.”

before you could respond it was tashi’s turn to initiate the kiss. one of her hands on your waist the other clutching the back of your neck. you pushed back into the kiss matching her pace. this kiss was more sober and determined than the one yesterday.

tashi moved from your lips to neck, sucking and kissing a few marks there. you melted into her, your legs parting subconsciously. tashi slipped her knee into the open space and pressed her thigh against your crotch.

“o-oh!”

you felt tashi smirk into the skin of your neck at your reaction. her fingers left your waist and pulled teasingly on the waistband of your pajama pants.

“can i?”

your rapid nods were all she needed to sink to her knees pulling your pants and underwear with. you stepped out of the clothes pulled around your ankles and spread your legs wider for her.

tashi placed kisses on each side of the inner thighs before licking strip up your cunt.

“oh my god!” your head fell back and your fingers found home in tashi’s hair, gripping the strands tightly as she sucked harshly on your clit. “wanted this, wanted you for so long.” you confessed, bucking your hips forward. “me too, baby.” tashi hummed, sending vibrations up your body.

tashi pulled her head back to watch how her two fingers pushed into your pussy, sucking them in. “fucking gorgeous.” she flicked her tongue over your clit.

your moans and the squelching sound coming from tashi’s fingers fucking in and out of you floated in the air. you moved your hips in time to meet the thrust of her fingers. her nose knocking into your clit. “ta-tash, m’so close, gonna cum.”

she stood up, leaving her fingers to do the rest of the work. you could taste yourself on her when she kissed you. you whined into her mouth when her finger tips poked against the soft spot inside you. the constant pressure she applied there paired with her thumb rubbing circles on your nub had your eyes crossing as you came.

tashi let you ride out your high on her fingers before slipping them out. you caught your breath, moving your hands to tug at tashi’s shorts.

“wait.” she stopped you. “not yet.” she grabbed your hands and pulled in the direction of her bedroom. “sit on the bed, i’ll be right back.” tashi whispered, before disappearing into the bathroom.

you took off your shirt, leaving yourself naked lounging on her tashi’s comforter. you got lost in the smell of her that lingered on her sheets and almost missed her entrance.

tashi stood at the foot of the bed. she had on nothing but a black harness that held a purple dildo. the sight making you wet again. “you know you’re only here for the summer right. do you always travel with a strap?” tashi huffed a laugh. “never know when you’ll meet a rich girl in need of a good fucking.” she crawled onto of you. her brown eyes staring into yours. “you look so pretty on top of me.” you said softly. she cracked a smile. “you look so pretty below me.” tashi replied.

she slid the dildo up and down your slit before pushing inside of you. your back arched slightly from the stretch. tashi stilled inside you for a moment before hiking one of your legs up on her waist. she fucked you with long hard thrusts, the head of her cock knocking perfectly on your sweet spot.

“look at you. taking me so well.” tashi grunted, dripping her head down to suck a nipple into her mouth. “perfectly made to get fucked.” she snapped her hips faster getting loud gaspy moans to fall from your lips. “oh my god, tashi. fuck!”

tashi stopped for a moment to sit back on her heels. her hands gripping your thighs as she fucked you harder and faster. you held onto the sheets under you. your back arching up and your tits bouncing from the force. “gonna -nnhg!- cum again.” one of your hands slipped down to play with you clit.

with a few more thrust from tashi, you came on her silicone cock. she slid out of you and unstrapped herself from the harness before cuddling close to you. “can i finish you off.” you whispered against her cheek. she gave you the ok and you trailed kisses from her neck down her chest, stopping to lick over nipples before you disappeared between her legs.

you spent time there sucking and licking her cunt, pushing your fingers in and out until she came.

“was i good?” you hovered over her, your lower face wet and glistening from her juices. “so good.” she whispered against your lips before locking them in a slow but hard kiss.

“what now?” you rested your head on her shoulder while she traced zigzags up and down your back.

“hmm, round 2?”

-