#but he was totally flirting and ready to show some cleavage so

[disdaidal]

incorrect hellcheer

[megxplryxb]

Just thinking about how Steve Harrington is completely obsessed with your pussy.

Minors DNI!

Steve Harrington always classed himself as the ultimate boob guy.

Big or small, it didn't matter, Steve didn't discriminate.

Once he got to see them, touch them, play with them, squeeze them, suck them, bite them, lick them, he was happy.

Then you came along, all sweet and innocent and oh so pretty.

A heatwave had taken over Hawkins in the summer of 87' and you were on your way to Family Video with your friend, who was dropping back a copy of Footloose four days late.

You'd been at the community pool all day, so you were just wearing a bikini top and denim shorts when you entered the store.

You were rummaging through the horror section, cringing while your friend tried her best to flirt with the insanely cute guy behind the counter so he wouldn't charge her a late fee (again).

What you didn't notice was that he hadn't heard a word of your friends excuses, too preoccupied by your bright pink bikini and freshly tanned breasts spilling over the top.

Steve was practically drooling at the mere sight of you, little water droplets from your wet hair, sliding down your cleavage, the air conditioning in the store making your nipples a little more noticeable through the light material of your bikini. Christ, you were fucking gorgeous.

He was praying you wouldn't ask for help finding some movie out on the rack because his dick was rock hard and the only thing shielding him was the tall desk he was standing behind.

Your friend eventually noticed him staring at you and not her, deciding to use his obvious interest in you to her advantage. "She's single, you know? I could totally get you a date if you forget about the late fee policy...Steve?" She smiled, playing with his name tag.

He took another glance in your direction and when you noticed him staring at you, you smiled back, pulling wet strands of hair behind your ear, blushing brightly. You were fucking adorable and he knew he was already done for.

"Consider it forgotten." He smirked, before your friend went to grab your hand, dragging you towards the counter to introduce you to Steve Harrington.

Now, you'd been together for three incredible months and he was downright smitten with you.

You were still a virgin when you started dating and Steve was totally happy to take it slow, content with occupying himself with your boobies until you were ready for more.

There was something about you being untouched that really turned him on though. The innocence, the purity, the fact that you wanted him to be the one to take your virginity. He was truly honoured.

Steve loved that he was going to be the only one who got to touch you and when the time came, he’d make it as special as he could for you.

One night, after making out on his bed for what seemed like an eternity, you felt a wet patch form between your legs. It wasn’t the first time it happened, but it was the first time you had been confident enough to lie on Steve’s bed in just your underwear.

Embarrassed, you sat up on the bed, pulling Steve’s old basketball jersey that you wore when you slept at his, over your head and down around your knees, trying to hide your now soaked panties from his view.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Steve asked, noticing how tense you’d become. Rubbing your knees, hanging his chin on your shoulder. “Come on honey, you know you can tell me anything, yeah?”

“It’s embarrassing, Steve.” You sighed, hiding your face in your hands as he knelt on the bed, facing you, waiting for you to speak again.

“S’just, when we kiss…like that, for a long time, I get really…”

“Turned on?” He smiled, your cheeks flushing as you spread your legs to show him the wet spot on your baby pink panties. “Mhm.” You hummed, watching as his eyes made their way down to your underwear.

"Wow, and that’s because of me, huh?" He swallowed hard, licking his lips, feeling his dick twitch in his grey sweatpants just from looking at your soaked panties.

You looked so beautiful, so virtuous and pure, trying hard to cover your body. He wanted so badly to show you just how beautiful you really were, that you had nothing to be ashamed of.

"Baby, s'nothing to be embarrassed about, it's actually really sexy." He whispered, running his soft fingers along your inner thighs, sending a shiver down your spine, causing you to whimper out loud.

“It is?” You asked, looking at him. “Oh yeah, honey, the fact that you’re that wet because of me? Christ, I’m getting hard just thinking about it.” He admitted, grinning at you.

“I can see that.” You tease, tugging at the waistband of his pants, pulling him down to you.

"Can I touch you pretty girl, would that be ok?" He asks, cupping your cheek.

"Yeah Stevie, it's ok...I want that. I want you to touch me." You begged, as he peppered kisses all down your neck.

"Just relax honey, gonna make you feel good hmm?" He said, palming over your panties, rubbing his fingers gently over the light fabric.

He placed the pad of his thumb over the wet spot on your underwear, applying a little more pressure as he began to move his thumb around. He smirked as you arched your back, moving in to his touch. "That feel good, honey, should I keep going?" He purred as you could only nod, watching as he hooked a finger in to your panties, pulling them to the side, mouth drooling at the vision in front of him.

You bit your lip, watching nervously as Steve placed a hand over his mouth.

"Holy shit baby, you have the prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen...s'jus so perfect." He swallowed, gently slipping one digit between your soaking folds as you let out the sweetest moan the boy had ever heard, immediately responding to his touch.

He circled your clit achingly slow, using only one finger to tease you. It was a new sensation, having only ever used your own hands to pleasure yourself.

"S-stevie that feels so good." You whined, struggling to stay still as he dipped a finger inside your wet core.

"Fuck baby, you're so tight. We're gonna have to take things nice and slow. Need to stretch this gorgeous pussy out, don't wanna hurt you sweet girl."

You so badly wanted him to make love to you right then and there but you knew Steve was big and there was no way you were ready to take him just yet and Steve would never push.

He was so mesmerised by the noises you were making, looking like an angel underneath him, rubbing your clit with his thumb, while his middle and index fingers slid in and out of your weeping hole.

You bit your lip as the heat began to take over your body, a familiar yet more intense feeling building in your tummy.

"Steve, oh, don't stop...I'm...." "You gonna cum baby? I can feel you clenching around my fingers, just let go for me honey, let go, s’ok I got you.” He whispered, kissing your neck as you nestled in to his.

Steve's voice alone was enough to send you over the edge, gripping the bedsheet tight, toes curling as your orgasm reached its peak.

It was right then that something woke inside of Steve, the feeling of you coming undone under him, body writhing. He almost came in his pants, feeling your pussy pulsate as you came down from your high, while you tried to catch your breath.

You wanted to continue, wanted to give him the same release you had been given but Steve wanted this to be about you. He could wait.

He was hypnotised by how beautiful you were. Sweat glistening from your chest, as he wrapped his duvet around your body, pulling you to his chest as you both fell asleep.

The next couple of nights went much the same, but this time Steve crawled between your legs, stimulating your clit until it was completely swollen. It was a little game he played now, teasing your clit, bringing you to the brink of climax just so he could watch your little bundle of nerves get all pink and puffy.

He just couldn’t wait anymore, he was dying to taste your pussy, kissing your inner thighs as his hair tickled your legs.

You were shocked that he wanted to go down on you, you’d heard from your friends that most guys weren’t in to that, always preferring to get rather than give.

But Steve was here, ready and willing, head between your legs, licking his lips. Waiting patiently for your approval.

“I’ve been thinking about this moment ever since the day you walked in to the video store you y’know?” Steve murmured into your thighs, running his tongue all over your skin. “That little pink bikini you were wearin’ when you walked in, fuck, you looked like every man’s wet dream, honey. Knew right then I needed to have you, had to taste you.” He teased, placing your lace panties back over your clit, grinning at you as his tongue rolled from his mouth and over the laced fabric, making you flinch with the sudden pressure of his warm, wet, muscle on your underwear.

Steve ran his tongue over your panties a few more times until you could no longer take the teasing. “Steve please…” You begged as he lifted his head to look at you.

“Please what baby? What do you need, pretty girl? You know I’ll give you anything you want, yeah?”

“I want you to…taste me.” You breathed as Steve began to remove your underwear, pulling them below your knees until they fell to the floor.

“You want me to eat your pretty little pussy out honey?” He whispered, blowing cold air over your clit, making you jump.

“Mhm, want you to eat me out Stevie, I need it.” You whimpered as his tongue finally made contact with your bare cunt, moaning in to you as he did so. “Taste fucking amazing, sweetheart.”

“Fuck Stevie.” You hissed as he continued to lap up your juices, moving up and down, nose pressed to your clit.

Again, you could feel your stomach tighten. Body grinding in to his face, as he threw your legs over his shoulders, tongue darting deeper in to you. It was getting embarrassing how quick he could make you cum.

He knew you were close by the little moans you were making, tugging his hair, squeezing your thighs. His tongue moving at an obscene pace, slurping up your juices like he was going die of thirst if he didn’t.

But this time as you came, he didn’t stop like he usually did. Steve just kept going, refusing to let you pull away from him, gripping your hips a little meaner, holding you in place.

“Stevie, I can’t… it feels too good.” You whined, biting your lip, trying to stop yourself from screaming out.

“I know baby, s’just you taste so fucking good, could eat this pussy all night.” He hummed, kissing your inner thighs before licking a long, wet, stripe up your slit.

His fingers teased your entrance, collecting your slick and his spit before he gently pushed two digits inside.”

“Oh…my god. Steve, please, I can’t take it.” You squealed, forehead damp with sweat, watching him pump in and out of you faster and faster. His hot mouth completely focused on devouring your swollen nub. His own moans vibrating through your pussy as he continued to bully your sensitive clit.

Your breathing became heavy once more, body tensing, back arching and you knew your next orgasm was approaching quick.

But something felt different, an unusual pressure rising in your lower body, more extreme than you’d ever experienced. It felt like you were going to explode.

Stevie, baby… there’s something..I need to, oh shit, oh my god, oh my god!” You cried, tightening your pussy as Steve kept pumping in to you, harder and faster while you whimpered, hearing the obscene squelching of his fingers fucking you, become less frequent.

“Holy shit, honey.” Steve groaned, almost animalistic as you felt the sheets underneath you begin to dampen.

“Wh…what happened?” You breathed as Steve finally ceased his mission. Mouth wide open in amazement.

“You just squirted all over my fingers and it was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” He revealed, falling on top of your body, catching your lips with his.

“That’s never happened to me before, I’ve never done that…”. You blushed, feeling embarrassed that you soaked your boyfriends sheets.

“I’ve never made anyone do that before. I was beginning to think it was a myth. You’re something else, you know that sweetheart?” He teased, as you felt his now soaked pants on your bare thigh.

“Oh my god Stevie, did I do that to your pants when I…I’m so sorry!” You sighed, mortified as he shook his head, laughing.

“No baby, that was my fault. I sorta blew my load when you squirted for me. It was just so damn sexy.” He murmured in your ear.

“I think you mean messy.” You joked as Steve nodded his head. “Totally worth it, though. I can’t wait to make you do that again.” He grinned, excitedly as you giggled at your boyfriend, who was taking one more look at his handiwork before running to the bathroom to run you both a hot bath to clean up the mess he had created.

Thanks to you, Steve Harrington was no longer a boob guy, he was a bonafide pussy worshiper.

[doublekrecs]

Going Live

Spencer Reid x Reader

Synopsis: You're an intern for the FBI but double as a camgirl in your spare time. You thought you kept things pretty well under wraps but who knew one of your mentors watched you all along. 

Warnings: smut, unprotected p in v action (remember to wrap it), face fucking, use of sex toys, tiny bit of degrading

a/n: writing this in the setting of season 10/11 because spencer looks so damn good and i wanted to include my girl tara

also part 2 of more than physics should be up later today! hope you enjoy -🧞‍♀️

You had been a paid intern for the FBI for about a year, paid being said lightly. But the job was definitely worth it. While being under the wing of the BAU you had not only learned so much about your hopefully future profession, but you had made a family with the team. Especially under the wing of Tara Lewis, she had been there for a little while but you looked up to her work and she was more than happy to offer advice and a good wine night.

The team knew you had a second job on the side but weren’t exactly sure what it was, just that you worked from home. They respected your personal life enough to stay out of it, however that didn’t stop Rossi from offering you a little extra because “that's what uncles are supposed to do”. You would always wave him off and say you could handle yourself, because you could. 

You thoroughly enjoyed working. The money and gifts were obviously a big reward but there was always something so exciting about being on camera. Maybe it was how risque it was, being exposed for thousands to see. Or the fact that many were pleasuring themselves to the sight of you.

It was Friday night and you were getting your setup ready. You already had your outfit and glam on. Someone had sent you a set from your wishlist, lilac lace hugged your body in all the right places, accentuating all your assets and boosting your confidence. In your hair were the same color streaks you did with a tinting spray. You set the camera and laptop up in front of your bed. Silk sheets and plush pillows behind you where you could rest comfortably before your show started. 

Little did you know across town Spencer Reid was getting ready to tune in to said show. He was never one for tech, having Garcia still hand him paper files and would refuse to upgrade his phone. He had gotten a computer just so he could video chat with doctors quickly about new medicine for his mother. However he quickly found out there was so much more the internet had to offer.

_

He had stumbled across your show one lonely night. Spencer couldn’t see himself going out to find a one night stand so the pleasure of his hand it was. He was looking through videos when he saw the thumbnail with a girl wearing glasses similar to the ones you wear when you forget contacts. His curiosity got the best of him and if he was a cat he’d be one life down. He couldn’t believe the sight on the screen in his lap. 

There you were the bubbly intern, body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over you from the pink wand you held over your clit. He was delightfully flustered and the moans spilling from the computer’s speakers weren’t doing much to help.

He was entranced by you writhing in pleasure but was knocked back into reality after hearing you giggle. God he loved when you made that noise in the office, usually after fake flirting with Hotch or hearing about JJ’s boys. But this situation was totally different and if he was honest with himself he was very into it. 

You reached over to grab a large pink dildo. Taking it in your mouth before swiping it through your folds. It easily slipped in and you started rapidly pumping it into you chasing your orgasm. 

Spencer was too enthralled to even think about touching himself. He was using the gift which was his eidetic memory to the best of his ability to make this something he’d never forget. 

You came with a loud moan, hips lifting and grinding against the toy to chase the friction. Quickly you turned off the wand and took the toy out. You sat up and looked into the camera before sucking it off. Spencer's eyes widened as he let out a groan shifting on his bed. 

“Alright guys that was fun for tonight,” you said as you sat criss cross on the bed. “I didn’t think I’d be able to get to five.”

FIVE?? He thought in his head. He felt like he was gonna explode just watching those last few minutes. How was he supposed to last watching you make yourself cum five times. 

“Thank you so much for all the tips and support! My links are all in the description and I’ll see you angels next Friday! Muahh” you signed off blowing the camera a kiss. 

Spencer knew it was wrong of him to view a coworker in such an exposed light but he couldn’t help himself. So he spent the night viewing some of your old videos which brought him to what he swears to be the best orgasm of his life. Of course he sent gracious tips and made sure to buy little items off the wishlist, mentally noting to return every Friday night. Even if it meant hiding in the bathroom from Morgan in their shared hotel room on cases. That was two months ago. 

_

Just as you finished your session the phone rang signaling a case. Quickly you got in the shower and put on comfy business clothes since you usually stayed with Garcia doing extra research and taking notes. You quickly grabbed your bag and keys, making your way straight to the office. 

In the elevator you heard someone calling to keep it open. Spencer made his way in, buttoning his cardigan and adjusting his bag, quickly saying thank you. You pressed the button to the floor as you felt a pair of eyes on you. Looking over Spencer was eyeing you with a confused look on his face. You were about to question him when he spoke up first. 

“I thought you had streaks in your hair”

“I did… Earlier tonight but they washed out.” He looked even more confused, then his brain put two and two together. He just realized what he had said. For a genius this wasn’t one of his brightest moments. 

You looked at him amused as a deep blush spread from his neck to the tips of his ears. There was only one way someone would know about your quick hair change: by watching your show. The door to the elevator opened and you walked out giggling as he started sputtering apologies behind you. You quickly cut him off. 

“Spence, it's alright. If you want we can talk about this later because right now you have a bad guy to catch. But may I suggest making your name something less obvious, not that I don’t love ‘magiclover187’.” He stood there mouth gaping as you patted his shoulder and walked up to the conference room to meet the rest of the team. 

_

The case was one of the easier ones. Very minimal killing and the team was back by Tuesday morning, ready for a week of paperwork. Spencer had been dancing around you the whole time, he could barely keep eye contact with you and would rush to leave the room if you walked in. If he was this flushed around you with clothes on you could just imagine how much of a mess he would be when he watched you perform. Which brought an idea to your head. 

Friday rolled around and you walked over to his desk where he was nose deep in one of his Russian books. You put your hand in it to bring it down. Once he noticed it was you he was about to start with another ramble of apologies when you stopped him.

“Alright I’m tired of the awkwardness and I want my friend back,” you said with a soft smile. “Why don’t you come over tonight and we can have that talk. I’ll even order a pizza and we can watch Doctor Who.”

“Y/n are you sure? I-I mean it is um uh Friday.. And ya know you usually film,” he said as he played with his tie. 

You giggled at how nervous he was. Poor little genius didn’t know he was the only one with tricks up their sleeve. 

“It’s fine I promise. Just a night with my favorite customer,” you said winking at him. He choked and looked around to see if anyone was looking at his outburst.

“I’m kidding.. Sort of,” you trailed off. “But I mean it about you coming over. I’m going home now but I expect you there in an hour with drinks.”

With that you turned around and walked off, adding a little extra sway to your hips. Obviously that did the trick as you heard a small groan behind you. Spencer dropped his head back as he started wracking his brain to figure out how to live through the night without making a bigger fool of himself or cuming in his pants. 

_

You know maybe you were evil, you thought to yourself as you put on the finishing touches to your outfit for the night. Once you got home you sped into the shower to freshen up for him to come over and get your setup ready. You were wearing a cream colored strappy bodysuit. Over it was a large cardigan, almost resembling the maroon one he owned, strange. To top it off you were wearing your glasses and your legs were adorned with your favorite thigh high socks. 

The three knocks on the door instantly made a smirk appear on your face. This might just be one of your best schemes yet. Looking through the peephole you saw Spencer gnawing on his bottom lip holding a few bottles of soda. Taking a deep breath you opened the door greeting him with all the casualty in the world. 

“Hey! I’m glad you came, come in.”

He followed you in and tried to keep his eyes above your neck, trying to act like he wasn’t getting completely hard by just your outfit.  You sat down on your couch and patted it for him to sit next to you. He took the seat and gulped not really sure what you had planned. 

“Um how long for the pizza to get here?” 

“The pizza’s not coming Spence,” you said shaking your head. “But you are.”

You leaned forward to place your hand on his on the couch. “I want you to fuck me on camera Spencer,” you said with sweet confidence, fluttering your lashes. His eyes kept flashing between your cleavage showing through the cardigan and your lips before finally landing on your eyes. He didn’t see a single hint of humor in them, nothing transparent but lust. 

He pulled his hand from under yours to place in your hair, pulling you into a heated kiss. You pushed back on his chest a bit to try and get some air. 

“Save that magic for the show,” you said as you pulled him up to lead to your bedroom. 

The camera was set at a little bit of a lower angle. The audience would just be able to see you and at most Spencer’s chest. You had made sure it was fine and even turned it on as a test so he could see what he looked like. After you got everything out of the way you hit the button to go live and instantly people started flooding in. If the bulge in his pants told you anything, it was that he was excited to be on the other side of the screen this time. 

“Hello my angels!” you said into the camera, Spencer was taken back at what was going on. After months of lusting over the young intern he was finally seeing the show in person. 

“Today I have a special guest with me. My very good friend, the Doctor,” you took his hand to pull him into frame. “He’s very excited to be here,” you said, hand moving down to palm him through his pants. 

His hand reached out and wrapped around your throat, making you look up at him. Huh. This was a new Spencer you wouldn’t mind seeing more often.

“Let's not play games princess. Or else the only thing making you cum tonight are your pathetic little fingers. Am I clear?”

You shivered at the intensity of his voice instantly trying to nod the best you could within his grip. He let go and you went back to task at hand, undoing his pants and pulling them down along with his boxers. He was long and pink. Precum already spilling out of the pretty tip, you couldn’t wait to have him in your mouth, among other places. You wasted no time in licking a broad stripe along a vein under it. His hand went to grab a handful of your hair giving it a testing tug as a warning to stop teasing. 

Your hand went to grip what couldn’t fit in your mouth but you tried your best to take him all in. You could hear the pings of tips and comments being said. Spencer could too and leaned over slightly to read them. 

“Face fuck her,” he murmured. He pulled you off of his cock and looked down into your eyes, “Is that what you want princess? Hm.” His thumb went to clean up the spit dripping down your chin before rubbing your lips. “You want me to fuck your face?”, he said in a condescendingly sweet voice. 

“Yes Doctor please! Fuck my throat.” 

“Good girl.”

Both his hands made their place nested in your hair, guiding you to his cock. He wasted no time in being brutal. Tears were leaking down your cheeks as he kept on hitting the back of your throat. Spencer was enjoying himself to the fullest letting out curses and praises at how good your mouth felt. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer and you could feel it too as he started to throb in your mouth. He then pulled you off, a trail of spit connected from your lips and his cock. 

“Such a dirty whore for me. Show everyone how messy I make you,” he took your head and made you turn to look in the camera. Comments pinged talking about how pretty you looked with mascara running and smudged lipstick. 

“Thank them and ask if you deserve to cum on my cock,” Who knew Spencer had this in him. But you were loving every second of it and put on your best pair of puppy dog eyes to beg the camera for Spencer to split you in half. And you had no shame in doing so. 

“Please let the Doctor fuck me. I’ve been such a good girl for you guys,” you pleaded into the camera. The audience was pleased with your begging as they said you deserved it for being so good. 

Spencer took his time in unbuttoning the cardigan you had on, teasingly rubbing your arms as he slipped it off. His hands then went to the bodice of it, groping your breasts and teasing your nipples through the fabric. 

“Ah shit doctor, please fuck me already.”

Who was he to deny you of such a thing when you asked so nicely. He pushed you back down on the silk sheets. Pulling you by your thighs to the end of the bed where he moved the thong of the bodysuit to the side and slid his cock up your folds. Lubricating it in your juices before slipping right in. You both gasped at the intrusion, his hands grabbing your hips with a force sure to leave bruises. He used the leverage to set a brutal pace, ramming his cock into you. 

Your ears were ringing from the pleasure but you could hear the constant pings of your tip box and comment section flooding. 

“Shit baby you’re so tight. Perfect little pussy squeezing me so good.” You babled off thank yous and whimpers from being so close to your climax.

 You felt Spencer stop for a second and reach over to grab something. Then you felt it. Your wand set to the highest setting placed on your clit as he started to thrust into you again. Sounds of your moans and skin slapping together filled the room along with the buzzing of the vibrator. You were sure there was going to be a noise complaint notice on your door in the morning. 

You were so close to having the bubble in your stomach burst and so was he. 

“I'm gonna cum Doctor,” you practically yelled. “Please cum inside me!”

“Cmon princess. Let me feel you let go.”

With that the knot broke and you swore you died and went to heaven. Your walls squeezing Spencer led him to his end a little after you. Thrusts faltering and groaning at the feeling of pleasure washing over him. He turned off the wand and put it to the side before slipping out of you. 

Looking into the camera you gasped at your appearance. Hair disheveled and face messy from crying in pleasure multiple times that night. Your mixed release leaking down your thigh and onto the sheets. 

There were non stop pings of people calling Spencer a lucky bastard and asking for him to come back next Friday. Spencer nodded his head over to your bathroom to get you guys something to clean up with and let you do your closing. 

“Thanks for the love tonight angels,” you said with a smile on your face, entirely blissed out. “As always the links are in the description and I’ll see you guys next Friday. Maybe I’ll talk to the Doctor about future appearances. Bye!” 

With that you fell back on your bed and closed your eyes. Your body jolted at a sudden coldness between your thighs. 

“Right sorry,” Spencer whispered.

“So where did that come from?” you looked at him with an eyebrow raised. 

“A magician never reveals his secrets,” he stated seriously. 

You giggled and took his hand, “Thanks for doing this with me.”

“Of course. Now why don’t you shower while I get us a pizza. For real this time.”

“Or we can shower together then call the pizza.”

He contemplated it before smiling at you, “You always have the best ideas.” 

“Don’t I know it.. Doctor.”

[mah-gah-lee]

because i love you too, you dork ! - (charlie gillespie x reader)

                                         GIF by @damnthedark​

Word Count: 2320 words

 Summary: Charlie and you were friends for a year now. When he asked you to come to live with Owen and him, you realized you’re having feeling for him. You try to denied but Owen noticed.

 Warnings: I don’t think there’s tw in this one.

 A/N: So that's it ! My first "x-reader". As some of you already know, I was really scared to post this. Be kind please, my first language is french.

 disclaimer: I don't know Charlie or Owen personally or what their life are like. All you will read in this "x reader" is from my imagination. My point is not to invade Charlie's privacy. I don't want to offend him or offend anybody else in his life.  This is just me, writing innocently about a boy I find totally pure. All this is not reality

 Tagged: @asdfghjkl-allthethings​

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Living with Charlie and Owen wasn't that difficult. They were kind, smiling boys, funny, a bit charming. The only thing that really bothered you, other than that tower of recyclable waste in your apartment; that you (or the boys) must to throw away for ages now, were your growing feelings for the blue-eyed brunette. And you weren't ready to admit it out loud. You didn't know how you fell in love with him so quickly but you did and since the day you realized your feelings, things got a little more different at times in the way you both behaved.

Charlie and you met about a year ago at a festival. You went there for your birthday and some of your friends made you wear this giant crown balloon and scarf saying "out of my way. Birthday girl". Charlie didn't follow the instructions, he walked right up to you with his beautiful, chaotic energy, wished you a happy birthday, and gave you a Canada keychain. You didn't know him but you laughed so hard as you thanked him. You both introduced each other and he offered you a drink - for your birthday -. Since that day you have become close friends and next, best friends.

When Charlie offered you to come live with him while he was shooting JATP season 2, you doubted. Your apartment lease was coming to an end and you had just finished your studies. It was not the right time. But Charlie convinced you. Money was no problem; the rent was split between him and Owen. You can easily live in the third bedroom while participating in daily expenses like food, for example or helping with the cleaning thing. And then you accepted his offer and the great adventure began.

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 "Y / n, have you seen my… oh". At the moment he opened the door, you screamed. Charlie was the clumsiest boy you've ever lived with.

"Boundaries!" you said by putting a towel around you, even if you already worn your underwear.

Your best friend came out of the bathroom without a word or a look to you, heading to the living room where Owen was playing a game.

“You just walked in while she was changing, didn’t you?” the blonde guy said, mocking his friend.

“Yeah, I didn’t know she was so…undressed”

Owen looked at his roommate with a raised eyebrow. “She was in the bathroom you dork!”

Charlie scratched the back of his head, feeling embarrassed

“Yeah, I should have known that.”

You chose that moment to leave the bathroom and run towards the boys, drying your hair with a terry towel.

"I swear to God, Charlie. If you weren't so hot, you would be dead already."

 Charlie looked at you, confused. His cheeks are about to turn crimson. You were dressed but the young man could clearly see a few drops of water running from your neck to the neckline of your tank top. All the things he can thought was damn, when did y/n get hot? While waiting for a response from him, you noticed his eyes sunk deep into your cleavage. It made you blush but you didn’t want he knows about. Flirt was your best respond.

 "Do you like the view, Gillespie?" A smile hanging on your lips.

 If Charlie could be redder than he already was, he would probably look like a giant tomato.

 “I-I-I got to go… Have you seen my jacket? I lost my keys and I think they’re in there…”

 You rolled your eyes and pointed to the coat rack.

 “Where do you think the coats are stored?” you asked him “Thanks God, you both have me in this house." You added, watching your two friends.

 Charlie looked at you with his stupid silly smile and rushed into the lobby, grabbing his jacket before retracing his steps and kissed you on the cheek.

 "Thanks honey, you're the best". He slammed the door, you frosted.

 Now, who's that giant tomato?

 “You can’t be that obvious.” You turned to face Owen, who is sitting on the couch, his arms crossed over the back of the sofa.

 Becoming friends with Owen had been so easy, you really appreciate his humor, he was so kind and caring, it seemed like you were friends from the start. He meant a real close friend to you now as much as your kindergarten friends.

 “What?” you said with a misunderstood look to your friend but the blonde one didn’t say a word and it made you feel so uncomfortable “stop looking at me like that. What’s on your mind?”

 Again, he kept eyes on you, without speaking, just a smirk on his lips

 “Owen!”

 And here we go again, the smirk was bigger than ever. Owen was so proud of himself, getting you out of your hinges. He finally decided to speak, his eyes looking at you playfully

 “When were you going to tell me, you have that crush on Charlie?”  Your cheeks were crimson but you weren't ready to confess your feelings for Charlie. Even though Owen was the nicest man you've ever known, let alone the brown-haired guy who lived with you and you fell in love with, obviously. Owen was Charlie's best friend and if you told him he was right he would probably tell Charlie about it. And you didn't want that.

 “We’re just…friends” you knew that was kind a lie.

 Your feelings for the brunette were so obvious, that wasn’t surprising Owen noticed. Your friend rolled his eyes with another smirk on his mouth. He knew you’ll deny even if he could prove you, he’s right. No need to insist so he gave up.

 “if you say so”

 …

 You were invited by Owen and Charlie to Madison’s birthday party on set. You didn't know the cast so well but your roommates didn't want you to be alone at the apartment tonight while they were having fun. So, you ended up here, holding a non-alcoholic drink in your hand, watching your favorites boys and Jeremy doing that stupid -and dangerous- Dirty Dancing Figure. Figure they also put in the season one of Julie and The Phantoms, this time, it was Charlie on top. Your best friend came right to you, so proud of himself.

 "Did you see that ?!" he said, way too enthusiastic

 “I saw that. And when you’ll crashed your head to the ground, I will NOT be playing nurse for you.”

  Charlie gave you a confused look and you rolled your eyes. Of course, you loved Dirty Dancing so much but you had also watched so many videos of the boys trying to do this lift again and each time your heart skipped a beat seeing them miss something and ALMOST DIE! Every fucking times.

 "Come on, y / n, don't be mad… let's have fun!" Won't you come viiiibing with me?”

 And Charlie did his weird dance moves, your whole face saying that you wanted to laugh so hard. You pursed your lips not to smile but you couldn't suppress it. The song changed and it was like the universe was by Charlie's side. You loved ABBA so much and had watched both films so many times that it was impossible to you to not dance to this song. You sighed, exasperated but amused before putting your drink down and joining him. Your two bodies danced to the music, improvising a kind of choreography. You didn't care if you two looked stupid, you were having so much fun. You felt light, euphoric when you were around Charlie, he made you happy and you knew, you knew that was one of the reasons you were in love with him. Charlie was holding your hands, spinning you, making you dancing and when the song ended you were in his arms with your head back. He got you back on your feet and you bit your lip. Your heart was racing, your breathing was jerky, breathless. God you loved him. Her beautiful blue eyes caught yours and you could swear you saw them ripped from your lips before returning to your eyes. You were both there and for some strange reason you were ready to kiss him. But it did not happen. Your courage flew away and you regained your composure as Charlie acted as if nothing had happened. Madison yelled for Charlie to come over and you walked back to the table where your drink was, Owen now by your side.

  “Just friends, ugh? Say it again without lying now.” Owen told you, with his annoying smirking smile.

 If your eyes could kill, your roommate would be as much of a ghost as his own character was. He knew he was right and it was delicious to see you almost kiss your best friend in front of the whole cast. It was impossible to deny now.

 “Oh, bites me Owen” you just said with a slightly annoyed tone in your voice, making him laugh.

 …

 After that night you did your best to avoid Charlie as much as you could. You can't deny that seeing the sadness in his eyes when you refused to come on set with him was beyond painful. You hated yourself for making him miserable.

 But Charlie was a smart boy, or at least smart enough to trap you in a corner so that you could chat one on one. He asked Owen to convince you to come on set, claiming Charlie wouldn't be there - and you were stupid enough to believe it ... Owen was an actor, and a good one, after all -.

 You were watching Madison perform her scene with Owen when you felt a hand slide lightly across your hips. You held your breath as your best friend's slipped behind your ear in a whisper.

 "Please y / n, can we talk?"

 This was neither the place nor the time to make a scene. Ironic for a tv show set. Defeated, you nodded and Charlie slipped his hand into yours, pulled you off the set. He took you to one of your favorite settings: the garage. So it was away from Julie's bedroom where Owen and Madison were still filming. He didn't bend over backwards to start the discussion as you rubbed your arms, ashamed of the situation.

 "What's going on, you've been avoiding me since Madi's birthday"

You couldn't stop staring at your feet, you had to focus on everything except his beautiful eyes.

 "You wouldn't understand, please Char," let me go. " you mumbled

" No ... Not until you tell me why you are ruining our friendship "

 Hearing this from him was unbearable and it made you lose patience. You wanted the exact opposite of what he was telling you. Your friendship was too important to you, you didn't want to spoil it with your stupid feelings.

 " I'm not! I'm just trying to save it.” You exploded.

“Bullshit. Just for the record, you're not doing so well. So, why are you avoiding me?"

 Tears were about to dropped out of your face. You hated that. You hated the fact you were stuck in this whole situation. Tears were about to dropped out of your face. Two solutions were available to you: to lose him by confessing your feelings to him. Or lose him with the possibility that he hates you, thinking you were just a heartless bitch.

 “So? I am waiting…”

 Although he looked annoyed, Charlie seemed to mellow. His hand released a section of your hair, then his fingers circled your cheek, which instinctively nestled from his touch.

 "You know you can tell me anything"

 You took a deep breath, once again, defeated. Was that the end of your friendship? Should it end like this? Your heart was preparing to be broken.

 "You make me want things that I can't have ..."

 Charlie tilted his head towards you, forcing you to look him in the eye as your tears threatened to fall at any moment.

 "Why do you say that. What did I do?"

 But the words no longer left your throat, you were paralyzed by the fear of finally confessing everything to him.

 “Y/N, please tell me”

 His thumb was drawing circles on your cheek in the hope of comforting you. You gathered for a moment, giving yourself all the courage, you needed before the words left your mouth.

 "I am in love with you."

 Silence fell like a cleaver. And that's it, it was over. Charlie was probably going to tell you that it wasn't reciprocal. But instead, your best friend's laughter echoed through the room, making your eyes widen.

 "Is that all?" he asked. "This is why you're avoiding me?"

 Your forehead creased and the tears that burned your eyes grew angry. You had expected anything but hearing him laugh. Your friendship was shattered and Charlie was laughing. How not to be mad at him after that?

 "Didn't you hear what I said to you? Why are you laughing?"

 And his laughter redoubled before stopping dead. Charlie put a big smile on his lips, happier than ever.

 "Because I love you too, you dork!"

 Your eyes widened and Charlie's laughter redoubled once more. Delicately, he grabbed your face and kissed you. Your heart exploded at his touch. The feel of his lips on yours was divine. Your hands crept through her hair. They were longer for this second season. You deepened the kiss until you had to recatch your breath. Charlie's smile leaving your lips dazzled the room.

 "Can you please stop avoiding me and be my girlfriend?" he asked maliciously.

 You pursed your lips to suppress a smile, but it was a failure. You were unable to hide your feelings now. You nodded and Charlie kissed you again. Your friendship was not ruined. It was just evolving into a love story that you didn't expect.

[calaofnoldor]

Sixth Time’s the Charm [1]

Characters: Sam x F!Reader, Dean, OCs

Words: 1,550

Series Summary: All the times Dean has tried to get Sam to admit his feelings for you.

Chapter Summary: Dean asks you to flirt with a cop for info. Sam is not pleased.

Warnings: jealous!sam, protective!sam, huffy!sam, badass!reader, exasperated squirrel, mutual pining, idiots in love, tropesss

A/N: this is part one of a six-part mini series that is essentially an amalgamation of all the jealous/protective tropes. sorry not sorry?

MASTERLIST | SERIES MASTERLIST

The first time was an impromptu experiment. Of course, Dean already knew Sam had a crush on you; he raised the kid for crying out loud. That and the way Sam had stumbled over his own tongue and feet the first time they encountered you (and nearly every time thereafter) made it quite obvious to everyone… well, except you, apparently. Regardless, Dean figured it was just the case of a simple crush and poor Sammy being unable to match his finesse with the ladies.

So when the three of you came across a sleazy police captain, who was in no way shy about having the hots for you, during a rugaru hunt in Nebraska, Dean was rather taken aback by his brother’s unusual reaction.

Strolling into the Omaha police department with you and Sam on either side, the older Winchester had identified the captain immediately from his picture online.

“Captain Anderson,” Dean addressed the man directly in a low, authoritative tone, “I’m Agent Parker, and these are my partners Agents Stan and Lee.” He motioned to his right and left side as he introduced you, accordingly, pausing as you flashed your fake badges in unison.

The captain was a tall, slightly rotund fellow, with a mustache to rival an 80’s porn star’s, and he scoffed haughtily at your entrance. “What the hell do the feds want with us? And did they really hafta send three of ya?” He gestured pointedly at you with a patronizing raise of his chin and your blood began to boil at the implicitly misogynistic remark.

“Well no offense, Captain,” you spoke up; your FBI get-up always gave you an extra boost of confidence (something about the power suit vibes you supposed), plus men like him really pissed you off, “but there have been five deaths here within the last week, and from what I understand, your team has a grand total of zero working theories and just as many leads, so perhaps you can understand why the government would show some concern.”

“Mm, mm, mm!” Captain Anderson chanted obnoxiously in response. He gave you a painfully slow once-over, eyes filled with a crude and unrestrained lechery that forced a shiver down your spine. “A woman who knows how to take charge… I like that,” he licked his lips lasciviously.

Dean was torn between awaiting your likely ruthless and epic comeback or telling the douchebag off himself when he heard Sam clear his throat forcedly beside him. Looking over, he was surprised to find his giant of a little brother to be a picture of rage. Strained jaw, clenched fists, distended chest, and a murderous glare directed unwaveringly at the Omaha police captain.

Meanwhile, you were finding it difficult to resist the urge to roll your eyes and repress your temper to maintain a professional front. “We need information and clearance,” you stated firmly, ignoring the cop’s inappropriate and debaucherous display, “Are you going to hand it over or not?”

“Sorry little miss, no can do! You’re prolly gonna hafta talk to the chief if you want in on a big boy case like this one… but, you know, I can think of some ways you might be able to convince me otherwise,” he finished with a lewd wink before taking off.

Sam looked like he was about to lunge at the captain, but Dean put a hand on his arm to ground him. He was starting to suspect Sam’s behavior might have more to do with you than the fact that the captain was a regular dickhead. After all, Sam was usually the calmer and more rational of the brothers, especially during hunts.

You were too busy holding yourself back to notice though, staring daggers into Anderson’s back as you watched him walk away.

“What an asshole. I’m sorry, Y/N,” Dean began. An idea was forming in his head, one that could help him test his theory. “Look, you know I wouldn’t ask this if there was a better way, but dyou think, maybe, just this once, you could… you know? Turn on the charm a bit? Just so we can get in?”

Sam had not been fully engaged in the conversation until just then, too focused on trying to mollify the inexplicable rage that Captain Anderson had incited within him, but Dean’s request certainly caught his attention.

“What?! Dean! You can’t be serious. No. We’ll find another way. Just- No.” Sam’s voice was harder and deeper than usual and for a moment you lost yourself in it, daydreaming that perhaps he was exhibiting a sense of jealously. But who were you kidding? Sam was just a nice guy who detested sexist pricks like Anderson; this had nothing to do with you.

“No, it’s fine. Dean’s right. This is the easiest way. I’ll do it,” you stated quietly before adding with a small smile, “I can suck it up on account of saving some lives.”

Dean grinned and you walked away before Sam could protest any further. When you reached the captain’s office, you didn’t bother knocking on the open door, “Alright, Captain Anderson-“

“Please, call me Frank.” He looked up at you with such a smug and revolting expression, you decided there was no way you could follow through with Dean’s plan.

“Listen, Frank,” you crossed your arms in what you hoped was an ‘I mean business’ stance, but quickly dropped them when you realized the action had unwittingly highlighted your cleavage in the button-down blouse you were wearing and spurred yet another round of gratuitous leering from Frank. “What’s it gonna take for you to hand over the case files and grant us full access to the evidence and crime scenes?”

“Well, since I like you, I’ll make it easy for ya. How about we start with a smile?” He had leaned forward in his seated position behind his desk as he spoke, and you almost smacked him right then.

As you turned to leave, however, it was Anderson who smacked you, open palmed and right on the ass. You forced yourself to take a deep breath before slowly turning back around. Keeping your movements deliberate and unhurried, you bent over his desk, ignoring the impulse to gag at the greasy, utterly unholy scent that filled your nostrils as you got close enough to whisper in his ear, “You know what, I’ll make it easy for you too. How about, if you give my partners and I complete authorization on this case, I won’t report you to the feds for sexual harassment? See, I know people in the upper ranks and I’ve got a lawyer who wipes the floor with guys like you on the daily.” It was all lies, of course, but you figured it was for a good cause.

“So what’s it gonna be, Captain?” You asked after straightening yourself back up.

As you’d hoped, the bastard was looking a little worse for wear, though you could tell he was trying to retain what little he could of his arrogant persona. “You little bitch.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“Fine. You can have it,” he pointed at a stack of file folders on his desk, and then sighed as he produced three security passes, “Go crazy! Go fuck yourself.”

“Gladly,” you sassed, ready to strut out of there with everything you came for in hand.

Behind you, things had not gone so smoothly. When Sam saw Anderson slapping your butt, he was fully prepared to march over and break the captain’s nose, but Dean again held him back, “Woah, hey, you know Y/N can handle herself. What’s up with you?”

Then when he was forced to watch you lean in tantalizingly close and whisper something in Anderson’s ear, Sam experienced an entirely foreign sensation. He was still burning with fury, but that anger was joined by a peculiar ache. His heart had risen to his throat as he stood there, completely transfixed, a look of dejection and longing written across his face.

‘Huh,’ Dean had thought with an internal smirk, ‘Sammy’s got it ba-ad!’ he sing-song-ed in his own head, storing the information away for later, when he could find an opportune moment to tease his baby brother about it.

For now, Dean gave you two thumbs up as he watched you return with a triumphant grin, holding up three official passes by their lanyards.

“Got it all. We’re completely in,” you supplied each brother a security pass when you reached them.

“Damn. You are good, woman! What did you even say to him?” Dean chuckled as the three of you left the station.

“Oh nothing, just a bit of light threatening.”

Sam stopped to look at you quizzically. “Wait, what? You mean you didn’t- you weren’t… flirting with him?”

“Nah, I was too appalled by the thought to go down that route.”

“Oh,” he huffed out, looking down with drooped shoulders and an awkward twitch of a smile. You could have sworn he looked somewhat relieved, but decided not to read too much into it, too pleased with yourself to allow the ever-growing gloom of your unrequited love dampen your spirits.

The whole time Dean was staring back at the two of you in disbelief. ‘These goddamn idiots,’ he thought with an exasperated yet slightly amused shake of his head.

→ CARRY ON

thanks so much for reading! feedback always appreciated 💞

[babbushka]

Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy

Flip Zimmerman x Reader

3k; N S F W (sex at the station/semi-public sex, spanking, nudity, rope, creampie, name calling, dirty talk, praise kink, rough fast and dirty PIV sex, fingering, titty fixation, desk sex, come feeding)

Part of the Flip Zimmerman NSFW Alphabet // Also available on AO3!

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“I hate this.” Flip grumbles under his breath for what has to be the hundredth time, as Ron snaps another photo and winds up the film.

He’s down in the bowels of the CSPD, practically naked, wearing nothing but a pair of assless chaps and a cowboy hat, turning towards the camera and trying his damnedest to pose without looking like a total joke. Jimmy’s leaning against the wall of the impromptu photo studio, Ron’s got the camera and the lights all set up, and he hates this.

“No you don’t, or else you wouldn’t be doing it.” Jimmy points out with a little flick of ash off the butt of his cigarette, and he scowls, because despite Flip’s sour mood, Jimmy’s right. He agreed to this of his own volition, and he wasn’t backing out now.

“C’mon Zimmerman, it’s for a good cause.” Ron agrees in his practical cheerful way, and Flip shoots him a glare because he doesn’t need to be reminded that the whole of Colorado Springs is going to see his bare ass.

“Rookie I don’t care what it’s for, if (Y/N) sees me like this – ” He starts, exasperated for a moment, right when the door to this little studio opens, and in you walk.

“Sees you like what honey?” You ask, not looking up at him yet, fiddling with the door still to get it to close properly. Jimmy and Ron stifle a laugh awaiting your reaction, and they’re not disappointed when you finally do look up and see Flip standing there, cheeks out for the camera in his cowboy getup. Your eyebrows shoot up and a huge grin creeps across your face as you appraise him with, “Ohhhh like that.”

Flip blushes straight down to his belly button when you saunter up to him. He’s really naked, you’re surprised to see, he’s not got anything to cover up his cock at all. You glance around at where Ron and Jimmy are still chuckling into their palms as your husband sweats in front of you, and you kiss his cheek sweetly.

“Do you need me to leave? I can go flirt with the chief or something for a while.” You bat your lashes at him, making Flip roll his eyes and grumble to himself before getting his arms around you.

“No – for fuck’s sake, c’mere.” He scowls, grasping tightly at your waist, making you laugh as he pulls you flush to his hard-muscled stomach, your arms wrapping around his big broad shoulders.

“Is that a cattle prod or are you just happy to see me?” You grin, entirely too cheeky, and the boys burst into snickers.

Your mouth starts to water though, because though they can’t see with the way you’re pressed up against him, Flip’s cock really is big, and it’s hard and nudging at your thigh, a long thick line that makes you have to swallow hard. You want them to leave so that you can have your man all to yourself, so you can have that cock to yourself.

“I hate you.” Flip leans down to kiss you, brushes his nose against yours as his hands dig into the flesh right on your hips, holding you close.

“Mhm I can tell.” You smile against his lips, opening up your mouth for him, letting his tongue slide against yours as your fingers curl through the dark brown hair that’s so soft and so thick right at the nape of his neck.

You both lose yourself in one another so quickly, that you nearly forget that you’re at the station at all, forget that Ron and Jimmy are right there watching. You don’t mind, you don’t care if you’ve got an audience – let them look, as long as you’re getting your fill of your man, your husband.

“Take your top off!” Jimmy whistles playfully, and though you laugh, it snaps Flip out of kissing you and he turns around sharply to jab a finger in his best friend’s direction.

“Fuckin’ watch it.” Flip hisses, possessive enough that you can feel your pussy flutter, and Jimmy only puts his hands up in playful surrender.

You pull away from Flip for a little bit and he immediately turns back to face the wall so that his buddies don’t see the raging erection he’s sporting. He couldn’t even cover that thing with both his baseball mitts if he tried, not when it was hard like this.

“Mm, you know what’s missing?” You ask as you walk over to where you set your purse down by the door.

Jimmy and Ron only shrug and shake their heads, but then you fish out some red lipstick and apply it carefully to your mouth, before winking at them and going back over to where Flip’s waiting patiently for you to – kiss his ass?

You try your best not to smile as he turns around and glares at you for being such a pretty accomplice, as you press a smacking kiss right to his ass-cheek, the absolutely rock solid roundest most deceivingly firm cheek in the entire world, as you always said.  

“Oh now it’s a party.” Ron says with a handsome grin, and you weren’t sure that Flip could scowl any darker than he was in that moment, making you laugh.

“You know I knew you guys got creative with your undercover disguises but I’m not so sure this is the most workplace appropriate.” You dust off your knees and tease playfully, trying to get your Philly into a better mood. He was always so serious, all the time, he needed to lighten up a little so you wink, “Unless you’re going to a strip club, in which case, I better get to come.”

“No it’s – it’s a calendar, for charity. We’ve got to beat the fuckin’ firemen.” He huffs out, and ohh that explains it. Flip’s had beef with the fire department for as long as he’d been working with the station, you understood the stakes now.

“Everyone loves the shit out of sexy firemen.” Ron nods in agreement.

“Are you guys in it too?” You ask him, directing the question to Jimmy too, who smiles and pops his collar.

“You bet baby, Flip’s the last one we’ve got to shoot because he keeps putting it off.” Your friend explains and you turn your charms back onto your husband, grinning at how so completely Flip he could be.

“Aw be a good sport honey.” You go back over to him, slipping and sliding your hands all across his big firm pecs, getting him warmed up, getting him to melt.

“Maybe he just needs a little…motivation.” Ron asks with the camera ready, and Flip only groans, smacks a hand onto his face and shakes his head.

“I’m going to kill everyone here and then myself.” He’s joking of course, even though he says it with the straightest face possible. His cock is hard against your thigh once again, and you know exactly what’s going to get him to relax and be comfortable.

“What if you tied me up?” You whisper right in his ear, and oh how his cock jumps at the thought, the sight of you down at his feet, all wrapped up in pretty rope, like he’s just wrangled you down himself.

“There’s no fucking way I’m letting you be in this calendar, ketsl.” Flip growls, but you just grin.

“Who said anything about the calendar?” You ask, your hand sneaking a quick squeeze around his shaft and making his jaw clench, his eyes sparkle with excitement. He’s such an exhibitionist sometimes, it thrills you both.

You give him a couple seconds to think it over, and eventually he nods quickly, licks his lips and swoops down for a kiss.

“Hurry the fuck up and get these shots.” He says to Ron, letting you go and getting into the right pose once again.

You quickly get out of the way and Flip faces the wall, turning to look over his shoulder at the camera lens. He even lifts his hand and slightly tips his cowboy hat, and Ron takes as many shots as are left on the roll of film. You think that the addition of the little kiss mark is perfectly placed, right on his ass, right where you know so many women are going to lift the calendar up to their own lips and pretend they put it there.  

“Okay now scram, I missed my girl.” Flip immediately strikes up a cigarette, and Jimmy and Ron get the hint.

 The second that the door closes behind them, Flip’s on you like a bee on honey. He’s untying your halter top before you even know it, your nipples stiffening from the cool air of the room as he cups and grasps your breasts in his hands.

“Mmmmm I missed these, let me?” He asks, already getting down to their level, and you huff out a little laugh with how eager he is, how he’s already squeezing you tight.

“All yours cowboy.” You pick the cowboy hat right off his head and place it on top of yours, leaning back against a desk in the room. Flip follows your every move, eyes darkening with lust as he presses his face right into your cleavage, nuzzles his nose there and licks at one of your nipples.

“F-fuck.” He sighs out when he sucks the nipple into your mouth and you give a little moan in the back of your throat. He’s looking up at you and you’re smiling down at him through hooded lids, his cowboy hat too big on you and tipping forward, making his dick leak all over his stomach.

“You like that don’t you? Why don’t you fuck me really fast, do something with that hard cock of yours?” You scratch your nails across his scalp, making him shudder and groan as he lets go of your breast with one hand to start stroking himself off.  

“You want it? Want this big dick?” He bites and licks at his lip as your tits press right in his face, ribcage expanding with your deep breaths, pushing them out further. “Let me see, show me that pretty pussy.”

You’re good, real good for him, so you hike up your short skirt, showing him your underwear. He hooks a finger around the little scrap of cotton between your legs and tugs it aside, and he groans with how it sticks to you, how glistening and shimmering your cunt is.

From his spot down there on the floor, he pulls your nipple back into his mouth and gives it a good hard suck as he pushes two fingers inside your pussy. You have to lean back onto your elbows for support on the desk as you moan from the feeling, and Flip follows you, thrusting his fingers in and out.

“Oh shit you’re wet, listen to that, listen – hear how soaked you are already?” Flip presses his deep baritone against your stomach as he kisses your flesh, soft skin laid out on the desk for him as he stands up, leans over you and rubs the head of his cock through your folds. “That’s my fuckin’ come from earlier isn’t it? Slut, god you’re so good to me.”

You get a good look at him, at your husband’s well-groomed body, how he’s hairy enough but not too hairy, not covered in it the way some men prefer to be these days. His happy trail leads down to a neatly trimmed thatch of dark hair, hair that’s course and feels so good as it rubs against your pussy. 

“U-uh-huh, just for you, all yours, fuck me I can take it.” You know what he means, he’d fucked you when you came to visit him for lunch, had filled you up so much that you could almost feel it sloshing around in your cunt.

You wanted nothing more than to get fucked hard and fast right now, wanted to get tied up and bent over and spanked so hard that you’d see the print of his massive fucking palm for days.

He reads your mind because he’s stepping away for a minute, off to go get rope, off to go give you what you want. You flip yourself over and press your face against the desk, legs spread and feet apart, just the way he likes you.

Your heart is racing when you feel the coarse rope winding sloppily around your wrists, binding them together, giving him a good place to hold on as he roughly thrusts his cock straight into your wanting pussy. It’s easy, real easy, because you’re so used to him, had been so thoroughly fucked by him at lunch. His come squelches out around his cock, and he wastes no time fucking it back into you.

“Oh fuckin’ – ” He grunts out as he grinds his hips as close to yours as possible, just savoring the feeling for a moment.

“Ah – yes!” You gasp, your cunt drooling and dripping all over the floor where you’re bent over. Your mouth drops open and Flip takes that encouragement to roll his hips, pull out and thrust right back in.  

He fucks you hard, fast, just like you want, just like you asked. He wraps his hand around your hair and gives it a good tug, stretching your body and arching your back for him as your hands flex and clench around nothing, arms rendered useless by the rope.

His cock splits you right there on the desk, and you can’t help but moan loudly, moan out his name, little pleas of, “Oh, oh faster, Flip, honey – yesyesyes!”

He meets your every demand, and before you know it you’re crying out as his hand cracks down hard on your ass. Flip loves the way your legs shudder and twitch and shake, so he does it again, your cunt clenching down on his cock. He slaps your ass harder, pitches you forward on the desk from the force of it, and you should out his name, tears of pleasure flicking off your lashes.

“Shh, shh ketsl, you’re perfect but you gotta be quiet, shh.” He drapes his stomach across your back and covers your mouth with his palm as he goes back to thrusting inside you. He holds you like this, presses you down harshly against the desk as he rams into your pussy, your cunt taking his cock so well, the head of it nudging right against your gspot. Even with his hand over your mouth you’re still so loud, eyes shut tight, eyebrows drawn up in bliss. He licks his lips and shoves three fingers into your mouth to try and quiet you with, “Suck.”

“Mmmm – ah!” Your body jolts a little as he fucks you particularly right, right on that spot, thrusts over it again and again until you’re gasping and choking around his fingers, spit bubbling and stringing around your palm.

“Oh fuck, fuck you’re so good, so fucking tight.” He encourages as your cunt clamps down hard on him, not yet coming but close, so close, he can tell with the way you’re rocking back with every thrust he gives you, taking as much as you can, greedy greedy greedy.

“Your cock’s huge I’m – I’m oh!” You moan and whine and gasp when he pulls the hand away, using that wetness to push through your folds and rub fast fast fast at your clit, making your shoulder blades pinch back as your back arches and you gush on his cock, “Flip no fair, that’s – oh!!”

“Let me fuckin’ feel you ketsl, let me – jesus fuckin’ – oh my god.” He drops his head down onto your back as his orgasm crashes through him, his hips still moving, still seeking out the hot wet tight tight tight heat of your pussy as it spasms and flutters and throbs around him.

He dumps a fresh load of cum right into your cunt, the head of his cock so deep inside you that it’s practically knocking up against your cervix. He smooths his hand around to cup your pussy as he thrusts shallowly in you, feels how it moves inside your body and comes some more. He’s panting hot and heavy in your ear, as his cock pulses and fills you up to the brim, your pussy only able to take so much, the overflow already dribbling down the backs of your thighs when he pulls out slowly.

Flip loves watching your pussy flutter for him the minute you pull out, like your body is angry that he’s leaving you. He plugs you up with those fingers you were sucking on, fucks come back into you, loves the obscene sound it makes, the sticky wet squelch as he scoops it up off your thighs and feeds it to you.

You’re good, a good girl for him and you lick it off his fingers, that little cowboy hat perched on your head, driving him crazy. He plucks it off your head and puts it back on his own, unties the rope around your wrists and flips you onto your back so he can kiss you properly.

He’ll have to find something to wipe you both down with, and the desk, and the floor…but for now he takes his time kissing you until your breathing both evens out, until you’re sighing happy little whimpers against his lips. He cups and squeezes lightly at your breasts, kisses all over your cleavage when he pushes them together and makes you smile, blissed out real nice and hazy.

“Phil honey?” You ask, one of your hands rubbing idly at his shoulder, comforting and soothing.

“Mhm?” He asks from between your tits, making you giggle and sigh.

“When are we thinkin’ those calendars will be ready?” You ask with a cheeky wink, and he looks up at you, licks across his teeth with a little smile of his own, and kisses you once again.

And if everyone gives him wolf-whistles when he comes into the station a week later after the calendars have been printed, he doesn’t mind, because in the middle of it all, Ron had slipped him a couple photos of you with your arms all around him from before they left the room, and he can’t deny how good you look together.

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It’s a Pogue thing - JJ Maybank

NOT REQUESTED

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Warnings!: Swearing, drugs and alcohol, and SMUT!

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“Morning guys!” I beam as the boat comes to a steady stop at the edge of my front garden. It’s almost like a routine. More often than not we sail into an open set of water. Sometimes we fish, mostly we just simply do nothing. Pope extends his hand out to help me onto the boat. It strikes me sometimes that, although we are all the best of friends, it probably seems a strange mix of people to some people. We’re the scraps of the island. The ones who no one really acknowledges. Kiara and I would technically be Kooks. Both of our families have money but it doesn’t really mean shit. Everyone from ‘our end’ are airheads. They care about nothing and no one but themselves. Pope’s parents have worked their asses off, so they’re in a stable place. They don’t understand why Pope hangs with us, and sometimes I wonder the same thing. He has a real chance of getting out of this place. John B and JJ are childhood besties. Their upbringing is similar, except John B’s technically an orphan, and JJ’s father’s a piece of shit. But that’s just pogue life.

“Is your mum still out tonight?” JJ asks, making my head slowly turn towards him. Do I even need to ask? “I mean, yeah-” “Great! We’re throwing a party,” I raise my eyebrows. “Hahahahaha, definitely not.” The last time I had a party with these idiots, so much shit broke in my house. I’m not getting grounded again. “Come on Y/N! It’s summer. We could all use a party!” I roll my eyes at his words. I open my mouth to shut him down but John B lets out a cough. “Actually, Y/N, I agree.” Kiara looks just as confused as I do. His father’s been missing for almost a year. Recently he’s been looking more in depth, which I support to a certain extent, but it’s at on overload right now. I’m surprised a party would even be on his radar. “I need to talk to Sarah Cameron.”

Sarah Cameron. She’s like Kook royalty. I don’t think she’s too bad. A bit sheltered maybe, but her and Kiara have a history. So you can imagine the change in look on her face as he mentions her name. “She mentioned something that might help me figure out what’s happened with my father. Do you think she’d come?” Okay that makes sense. Ki’s face doesn’t change, and the rest of us just glance between each other. “I mean, probably... but I don’t really wanna hang-” “I just need to talk to her, then you can call the party off,” a smile - too shiny and wide - spreads across his face. John B’s always had this affect on people. He gets exactly what he wants.

As soon as I get home I scan my house. Anything fragile, valuable, or anything of the sort needs to be hidden. Vases, mini statues, ashtrays from holidays abroad. Things that make this house a home will be locked in an upstairs bedroom. I’d like to live this life a little longer.

So here I am; picking an outfit for a party I don’t wanna go to. A party that I’m apparently hosting! Since I’m not dressing for anybody, I go for a simple short black dress. It really resembles my mood. Almost as soon as I put it on, I hear my front door shut. I jog down the stairs, adjusting my boobs into their rightful positions to come face to face with my intruder.

“You should really announce yourself or something. I thought I was gonna get murdered,” in front of me stands JJ. His outfit consists of a pair of lovely beige shorts and a colourful shirt; left open to show off that torso of course. “I could kill you,” he flirts. His eyes immediately go to my cleavage. This is nothing new. I think he’d fuck a table if it gave him the right vibe. “Hey!” I snap my fingers at him. “My eyes are up here you know.” Before I go to kick him, he makes a very boyish comment of how I look sexy and whatnot. He wanders away into the kitchen, probably to raid my fridge before the party. Let’s get this over with.

More and more people start to gather in my house. In the Outer Banks, everyone kind of knows everybody. I don’t actually know all these people, but I’ve seen them around. I close my eyes for a second, before pouring a drink for myself into a classic red cup. “Are you okay?” Ki nudges me with a smile. Ki and I are very similar people. She probably doesn’t wanna be here either. She could leave, but I know she won’t. “I just realised I’m the host, and I don’t wanna be here,” I laugh it off and hold my drink up to her. “Cheers!” I add.

After about 2 and a half drinks, I’m really starting to feel this party. The music is average. It’s the ‘for everybody’ kind which means it’s majoritively overplayed and everybody more or less knows it word for word. Despite that, and despite the fact that I didn’t really want this party to happen, I drag Ki into the dance area and boogie with her. Well- I dance, she stares at me with a concerned look on her face. “The trick is you have to pretend you’re having a good time,” I giggle into her ear in a slightly tipsy tone. Although she shakes her head, I can see her trying to contain herself from moving to the music. I take her hand and spin myself into her. Her eyes give me the ‘can I go now’ look. Grunting, I give in. “Fine! Please if you see anyone doing or touching shit they’re not meant to, beat them!” I smile innocently after my words, and she scurries faster than she should. Damn. Am I that bad of a dancer?

Music vibrates the walls. It’s been almost 2 hours since the party started and it’s actually going quite smoothly. John B has asked every 5 seconds if Sarah’s here yet. I shush him with my finger. “I promise I will let you know when I see her. Honestly, you sound a bit obsessed with her...” I chuckle. “Hey!” I poke JJ on the arm. At this point, just call me mother. “Please don’t smoke that in here,” I gesture towards the spliff in his hands. “It’s a party Y/N! Relax!” With that, I snatch it out of his hands. His face grows serious. Confusion fades as I realise it’s not aimed at me. Both JJ’s and John B’s eyes stare at the group entering my house.

First in, Sarah. Like I said, I don’t really have a problem with Sarah. She comes across a bit self centred sometimes. That’s minor.

With her, her boyfriend Topper. Topper’s a dick but I think he’s harmless. He’s honestly a pussy.

And his best friend. Her brother. My ex boyfriend. Rafe.

There’s a saying; dead things should stay buried, or something like that. That relationship should be 6 feet under, but times that by 10. I guess it was a ‘serious’ relationship. It lasted about a year. It was almost perfect at the beginning, that I can’t lie. As both of our families are respected, and very close anyway, it just seemed right. There was no disgust. He was accepted. I was accepted. We did everything a couple should; went on dates, were around each other 24/7, even did weekends away together. And we argued. The thing about Rafe is he’s an over thinker. He’s paranoid. When traits like that mix they can... make a monster. The last time he set his hands on me was about 4 months ago. I’ve avoided him like hell ever since.

“This is why I shouldn’t have a party,” I sigh. My eyes can’t seem to leave that area. It’s strange to see him. I don’t want him here. “Why’s he even here? He does have some balls,” John’s tone sounds somewhat impressed. I’m not. I’m not sure if my body is ready to cry, or laugh, or scream. Finally, I blink my eyes away, and set eyes on my two friends. Before I speak, JJ opens his mouth. “We can kick him out,” he assures me. The slight nudge on my shoulders by each boy is comforting. “It’s fine,” I sigh, taking JJ’s drink out of his hands. As much as I’d love to see Rafe get his ass kicked and thrown out, and I can promise you I would, this is my battle. I can’t avoid him forever. “Fuck,” I whisper, knowing what I’m about to do. I bring JJ’s cup up to my lips and tip the entire contents into my mouth. “Shit Y/N, I wouldn’t-” before he can warn me fully, I swallow. My eyes instantly water. “What the fuck!” I gasp at the disgusting taste. I’m sure a toilet would taste better than that. And yet, that concoction would be easier to digest than the conversation I’m about to have with Rafe.

The walk over felt somewhat unreal. As if, if this was a movie, my passionate walk would be in slow motion. Between the music and my racing heart, my dramatic ‘I am the main character’ strut was complete. If only I wasn’t totally shitting myself. A brave face Y/N. Just fake it.

And then I’m in front of them. Perhaps my slow motion moment wasn’t quite slow enough. It could’ve been everlasting for all I care. “Hey Sarah,” I smile. Her sympathetic smile is warming, but ultimately useless in this situation. I doubt Rafe told her the whole story, but I can imagine she knows too well what he can be like. Maybe he even made something up. I wouldn’t be surprised. She drifts away rather quickly. I don’t know what the deal is with her and John B, but I imagine Topper intends to watch her like a hawk. He’s that type of guy. Topper doesn’t even speak, just stands slightly behind as if he’s one of Rafe’s minions. To be honest that kind of describes him perfectly. I wouldn’t be surprised if Rafe just has him around to lick his ass. When I have to, I finally look at Rafe’s face. “What are you doing here?” I ask. My eyes scan everywhere on his face but his eyes. The thought of doing that makes me uncomfortable. “It’s a party Y/N,” the smirk on his face screams fuckboy. “Plus, I wanted to see you,” he raises his hand to my face, going to tuck a piece of my hair behind my ear. My hand forcefully bats his away, making a loud slap sound; even over the music. “I’ve missed you,” he leans closer so his shouting can quieten a little. My limbs instantly tense at his words. Somehow it makes me feel kind of sick thinking about it... thinking about us. The fact that it was a thing is just... “You need to leave Rafe,” my attempt to sound blunt and assertive is a massive fail. Instead my voice echoed in a wobble, making me sound weak and pathetic. “You don’t mean that, come on-” his hand wraps around my wrist, taking my back to a time I’ve tried desperately hard to forget. I pull my arm away once, but his grip holds too strong. As I go to pull away again, a pair of large hands push against Rafe’s chest. “What the fuck man?!” Topper’s voice erupts from Rafe’s shadow. A henchman fighting his duties. I turn to see JJ, red faced, standing with a threatening stance. “We don’t want no trouble JJ, my girl here is just being a tease,” Rafe’s tone is patronising. “Leave it, JJ,” my right hand gently squeezes his left shoulder. “Let’s get a drink, Topper,” I wanted him to leave, but I watch him walk towards my kitchen. I hate that he’s in my house, but at least he’s away from me. For now.

I fade away. Without full control, my body makes it’s way upstairs. Just to breathe for a second. Almost as soon as I drop my body onto my bed, the door reopens. Startling me, I come face to face with JJ. “Hey,” his voice rings soft. When he closes the door behind him, the music becomes muffled. Peaceful. I press my lips together into a forced smile. “Should I tell everyone to fuck off home?” He gestured towards the door. I shake my head, cracking a smile. “It’s fine. I just needed a minute away from... that,” his arm extends, a red cup at the very end. I screw my face up at the smell. “How do you drink this?” Just from sniffing it, I feel myself getting more and more tipsy. “If you need it, it goes down quite easily-” he pauses as I take it. “Plus I’m really cool and manly so.” “Ah, of course.” A big part of my body (probably my stomach and liver) starts screaming no. I have no idea what alcohol is in this cup. I know it’s a lot. After this cup, I will probably be more or less gone. A micro part of me says fuck it. That’s the part I listen to. The liquid burns down my throat, and yet it strangely goes down quite smoothly compared to the first.

“I am sorry about Rafe,” JJ has taken a seat next to me on my bed. Usually I’d banish people away from my room, but I feel like JJ saved me tonight. He’s a bit of a prick at times, and an absolute idiot, but I trust him. Maybe I trust him too much. “It was gonna happen at some point,” I shrug. “He’s such a pussy,” when I start laughing at JJ’s words, I realise that the alcohol may have sunk in. A hiccup escapes my mouth. “Fuck.” I whisper to myself as my smile fades. I’m an idiot to have ever gotten with him. Young and dumb maybe. “Hey...” JJ rests his hand on my knee and squeezes gently. My body, in my tipsy state, reacts to this motion is a strange way. Why did that just give me butterflies? He’s only comforting me. My eyes drift up to look at him properly. Is he... leaning in?

I stand up before he gets close. I rub my eyes frantically. Maybe I’m about to wake up from a nap or something. “I’m sorry... I just...” I breathe. The crazy thing is, I felt it too. My body is reacting in crazy ways right now. I think I’m turned on? By JJ? That’s something I never thought I’d say. I mean... he’s hot. I’m not blind. I guess I’ve never looked at him like that. But I am now. I’m looking at the blonde hair, and the jawline, and the smile. Okay, that’s enough. I’m just in shock of seeing Rafe again. That’s it: “Pogue on Pogue isnt allowed,” I state, mainly to myself. I need massively convincing right now. I need JJ to tell me that I got the wrong idea. Tell me it’s disgusting and I’m too much like a sister. We’re meant to be family. Come on Y/N! That’s gross! Before he says anything, he shrugs. That damn fucking shrug. In my state of mind, it’s attractive. “I don’t really care,” that’s it. I’m convinced. I needed him to say something else, but that’s ultimately the answer I hoped for. “Me neither.”

I practically jump onto him, straddling him and crashing my lips onto his. The softness, yet passion, against my lips is something I’m not sure I’ve ever felt. This should feel wrong. Only, as JJ’s hands smooth up and down my body before sitting on my waist, it couldn’t feel more right. Without a second thought, I glide my tongue into his mouth. I can sense it takes him by surprise. The most attractive moan escapes him, which I can imagine was not intentional. The kiss proceeds to get more and more intimate. Somehow we just move in sync. He slowly lays back, our lips not separating once before he’s fully beneath me. Maybe JJ was previously holding back, but a rush of ‘horny teenage boy’ suddenly rushes over him. Both hands go to my ass. As much as I don’t want to fall apart under his touch so fast, the immense pleasure radiates through my body. I break away from his kiss slightly and moan massively into his mouth.

We stop kissing for a second. Our heavy breaths bounce against each other. It’s a strange moment to be in. Was this always bound to happen at some point? “Should we stop?” Confusion hits as he speaks those words, and yet he proceeds to trail kisses down my neck. I push his head down onto the pillow with my right hand cupping his chin, bringing my face close enough to his that our noses are pretty much touching. “Do you want to?” I simple ask. I’d be almost offended by his words, but only if his hands weren’t grinding me down onto his crotch. Perhaps it’s a guilty conscience. We are both massively likely to regret this in the morning. We are also likely to get caught and get grief from our small circle of friends. They are good enough reasons to stop. They are good enough reasons for this to have never started to happen in the first place. They just don’t amount to one thing, and that’s that I want this right now. His head begins to move side to side. I can’t help but begin to smile massively. “Then shut up and fuck me.”

It was as if that was a jump start. JJ’s manly hands flip us over immediately. I let out a giggle as he begins to undo his shorts. The speed of the removal of both his shorts and boxers was impressive. They get thrown wherever they go. My eyes quickly glance at his penis, before looking back up to his eyes. I suck in my bottom lip before pulling him back down to kiss me again. This shouldn’t be this easy. His tongue slides back into my mouth, battling with mine for dominance, all too easily. I’m not even a little bit nervous... until I feel his fingertips glide up under my dress. He hooks his finger under the waist band of my thong and does nothing for too long. It might’ve only been seconds, but those seconds were some of the longest seconds of my life. He pulls them off ever so slowly. I was becoming a literal puddling mess beneath him.

He knows what he’s doing. He knows he has me wrapped around his finger right now. His tongue plays against mine skillfully; slow and passionate. He’s doing everything right. Once my underwear finally reaches my feet, I just can’t hold it back anymore. “Are you done teasing me now?” I practically beg. I’m soaked, a mess, and almost fully sober. If anything, I wanted this more now than I did when we started. My heart continues racing, but I stay composed and reach over into my bedside table. I rip it open. I simply hold his shaft with two fingers. JJ takes a deep breath in. Fuck. He watches my hand roll the condom down with his mouth slightly open. “Time to break some Pogue rules,” he whispers before lining himself up. I should not be this ready for this.

Even with just the tip, I could’ve come apart then and there. I haven’t had sex in months. Whether you believe me or not, I had not imagined it would to be JJ Maybank who I was going to break my ‘no boys’ commitment to myself with. When he begins inserting himself inside me, I realise this is actually happening. The slow, easy slide in had me in pieces. I was already moaning and he wasn’t even moving properly yet. He stops. “This-” I pause to steady my breath. My entire being is, dare I say it, excited. “This has to stay between us,” I compose myself. Although this is a one time thing, it has potential to ruin a hell of a lot. So, even as I wrap my legs around his body, we have to make this promise. “Scouts honour.” He brings his pinky up to me. Kissing the backs of our hands, it was sealed.

He starts pulling out slowly, making my jaw gradually open wider and wider. He pauses before pushing back in. His eyes lock with mine, and he smiles cheekily. I’m not certain what that smile means, but I can sure take a guess. There is a part of me that wants to stop. Nothing’s really happened yet. But no part of me actually wants to. When he pushes himself back inside me, my fingers spread into his hair. His lips land back on mine, my tongue swirls around his like it’s an everyday activity. I pull gently on his hair as he begins steadying a pace. “Shit,” I moan against his lips.

Fingertips glide across my thigh, tracing patterns and sending my stomach into spirals. I couldn’t hook my legs around him tighter if I tried. The wave of tremendous pleasure of each thrust was like a drug. Every time his body collided with mine I wanted more. I needed more. To feel this, in this moment, with JJ was wrong. So why doesn’t it feel that way? His lips leave mine slowly, tracing kisses across my cheek until his lips land near my ear. “You feel so fucking good,” the vibrations of a deep husky moan forces a moan out of me. His teeth latch around my ear lobe, sucking down before moving down to my neck.

The friskiness of JJ’s lips and tongue is like motivation. With strength I didn’t know I had, and confidence in myself I thought I’d lost, I push against JJ and flip us over. Lust fills his eyes. I just sit there, only for a second, actually liking the way JJ is looking at me. Yes, it’s because I’m straddling him half naked. It’s still nice. His hands squeeze the tops of both of my thighs as well as moving up to my hips... then my ass. It was as if he pressed fast forwards.

I move my body up to start thrusting onto him again, with his helping hands guiding back down. “Fuck JJ,” I moan, leaning forwards to bring my face close to his. My moans become more and more prominent between our kisses. The hands, that remain on my ass cheeks, remain strong and steady. The way he still controlled my body, even though I was on top, was such a turn on. I reach for the headboard. If there wasn’t a party going on downstairs I think everyone would be hearing us loud and clear. The bed starts making a rather persistent squeaking noise. I let out a laugh-moan when the headboards makes a ‘one time’ bang against the wall. I could tell, with the way I was grinding myself down onto him, he was close. What a relief!

“I’m so close,” I moan against his lips in a muffled whisper. Although my body grew tired, JJ continues helping my body thrust up and down. The knot in my stomach started to tighten. My heart rate increases quite a bit. “Fuck Y/N, you feel so good around me!” His fingers grow stronger against my hips as he came closer and closer to finishing. Even with his grip being quite forceful, all I could feel was an astonishing amount of pleasure flushing through my body. The release felt like a long time coming. Once I started to let go around him, it only took seconds for JJ to reach his climax too. With his help, we ride out our highs. I grow slower and slower, until both of our climaxes finished. My heart is racing. I lift my body with the last piece of energy I had. My sensitive core flinches as he pulls out from me once more. Collapsing onto him, I fall into the crevice on his arm all too well. “Shit,” I mumble. I don’t think it’ll actually sink in until tomorrow. I’m too scared to punch myself in case I don’t wake up. “That was... uh...” he doesn’t even need to finish his sentence. “I know.”

The next morning

I wake up in a strange yet awfully familiar place. The walls, the blanket, and the view outside my window are all home. The curtains weren’t drawn last night. When I roll over, there’s something that shouldn’t be familiar. I set eyes on a naked JJ sleeping soundly next to me. My eyes widen. I can’t help but sit up drastically fast. I first find my thong. As quietly as I can, I open a drawer beside my bed and rummage for a t shirt. I find one and put it on, only to turn and see JJ’s eyes staring my way.

“Morning sunshine,” he smirks. His bed hair sticks up in every direction. I notice his boxers across the room so I stand and throw them his way. I watch as his face changes, but the proud smirk on his face remains. “We fucked last night,” he chuckles, standing to put his boxers on. I press my top and bottom lips together. “Don’t look too impressed with yourself,” using the hairband around my wrist, I quickly whip my hair up into a ponytail. My legs make their way to stand next to the boy. “It was better than I’d imagined it,” he adds. I backhand him on the arm. “Hey!” His eyes are warming. This is when I realise that I don’t regret it. At least, not half as much as I thought I would. It’s not even awkward. Part of me automatically assumed it would be. “Right,” I clap my hands together. “Are you ready to clean a house?” I ask. His rolling eyes scream loudly. Before he can even protest, I butt in. “This is your party, your mess. You’re lucky I’m gonna help you!”

With each step down the stairs, more of my messy house is revealed to me. “If anything’s broken, you’re replacing it,” I warn him. Red cups, empty beer bottles, even clothing was scattered across the floor. I start imagining the way people probably started behaving when JJ and I went upstairs. What if people fucked on... well... anywhere?! “I think we should just go back upstairs,” JJ suggests. This is going to take so long to clean. I feel JJ’s hand slap against my ass. “It’s never happening again,” I say simply. Yes, it was pretty amazing. No, I do not regret it. No, it should never happen again because our friends will kill us. “Whatever you say babe.”

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Pairing: Andy Barber x Female reader

Summary: After a long day at work Andy just wants you to relax starting with a drink at his house

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: SMUT 18+, unprotected sex, swearing, mentions of alcohol, cheating?

A/N: I was in a big mood for Andy and I just needed to write this. Hope you guys enjoy this as well! Part 2.? Maybe?

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“Bedroom?”

Your muffled voice questioned, unbuttoning the small buttons of Andy’s sky blue shirt.

Andy Barber. A total catch if someone asked you or any other woman.

The town’s most handsome and fanciable man. Every woman was crazy about him. Young girls, taken ones, hell even married women, absolutely everyone.

His enchanting blue eyes and warm smile were a weakness of yours.

You knew that he was a family man and that he loved his sweet wife and son the most. They were his world. At least that was what he said.

Andy could never shut up about his prepossessing wife, how he was the luckiest husband because of her and that his life would never be the same without Laurie.

Well that was sure all an act.

You two knew each other through work. Andy practically introduced you to your work place, he was like your personal teacher and a friend as well.

People loved to talk in this town, but that didn’t bother him anymore. The false assumptions about him and his son were things he was already used to, so the rumours about him and you didn’t concern him at all.

You were a young, stunning girl and of course the residents would gossip around how something was going on between you and Andy.

The two of you were always together. Coffee breaks, lunches, regular car rides to your home after work and occasional visits to your offices would sure make things look suspicious.

You were trying to keep it professional, and strictly friendly, however it was too hard. His innocent touches on your arm, the lovely pet names that rolled off of his tongue perfectly made your knees go weak every time. Your imagination around him was crazy, there wasn’t a day that would pass without you imagining how good he could make you feel.

It was inappropriate, he was married and he sure didn’t want anything to do with you that isn’t connected to your job, but the thoughts couldn’t just vanish.

You were a bit distracted that day, things didn’t go as they went habitually and Andy could clearly see that.

“Everything alright?” He asked, eyes travelling aimlessly from your smooth legs to your messy hair that was in a ponytail and not down like it was usually.

He found you so hot. So attractive.

Andy was a married man still, but his marriage was anything but a marriage. The love wasn’t there, the tenderness between them now long gone and they weren’t even living together.

It was an act. An act for the whole town, for his colleagues and family. No one knew what is happening behind that winsome smile that he had on his face every single day.

“Yes, I’m overtired, my head is heavy as fuck, I can’t finish these papers and yes everything is alright.” You answered sarcastically, removing your glasses to rub your eyes carefully.

Andy just laughed, sitting next to your figure on the small couch in your office. Papers were all over the place and between the two of you as well.

“You need to rest a little love.” He said, grabbing the papers from the couch so that they weren’t an obstacle anymore for your bodies to be close.

“I need to finish these, I’m working on them since Tuesday.” You removed your heels, bringing your legs up on the couch.

“And now it’s already a Friday night and everyone went home, you should too.” Your sweet perfume made him feel dizzy. He wanted to smell your scent on his body everyday.

God he doesn’t even know how many nights he had spent with you on his mind.

He couldn’t get his eyes off of you when he first saw you, and he still can’t. Your style, your gorgeous eyes and bubbly personality were something that got him feeling some type of way.

And your body? Shit, he dreamt about you sprawled on his bed completely naked, he dreamt about your lovely voice and your pleads. Andy was sure that you would sound heavenly.

“You didn’t go home, why would I?” You raised your eyebrow at him, excitement rushing through your body after you realized that only you and him were here.

“Then we should go together.”

Andy had enough, the loneliness was eating him up and you next to him in that tight pastel skirt that rode up to your thighs made his member throb inside his pants.

You just smiled shyly, hesitating if you should leave the papers unfinished again.

“Come on beautiful, you need a break. How about a drink at my place? We both deserve it.” He asked, placing his hand on your ankle, rubbing small circles with his thumb.

A drink? His place? What is this?

What about his wife? His son?

You never went to each other’s homes, and if someone saw you two it would just start an endless nonsense story.

“At your place?” You asked, unsure about it.

But holy shit he look so arresting today and his shirt that hugged his biceps so flawlessly made you want to accept the offer immediately.

“What about your..you know?” You added, not wanting to say his wife’s name out loud.

“Long story, but she is not there anymore. I will tell you everything in the car okay?” He extended his palm waiting for yours to be placed on it.

“Why not? The papers can wait like they did this whole week.” You grinned making him chuckle, accepting his hand that helped you stand up.

-

“So you two are not?” You asked lowly after he spilled the truth about his marriage that seemed so idyllic.

“No.. we’re not together. We agreed that the marriage wasn’t working for us anymore, but we didn’t want the people to know. You know how annoying they can get and I don’t want Jacob nor Laurie to worry about them.”

Andy had a point. If you were in his shoes you would probably do the same.

“I’m so sorry Andy.” You rubbed his shoulder while he was unlocking his front door.

“Don’t be silly, we just didn’t see ourselves in this marriage anymore and that’s fine, both of us deserve someone who can make us feel young and in love again.” He replied, staring at your eyes that were shining in the dark hallway of his house.

Andy wanted to kiss you at that moment, just like he wanted many times before when you two would spend time in his office, laughing and drinking instead of working.

You were the one.

“I’m sure someone is right here that will fulfill that.” You stated softly, heart starting to beat faster when you felt his arm on your hips.

“Thank you love. Drink?”

“Absolutely.”

-

The tensions were growing between the two of you in the kitchen while you were sipping the strong beverage. The flirting and his closeness made you extremely nervous and wet.

His hand would caress your knee constantly, and you couldn’t help but wonder how would his hands feel against your dripping heat. The thought made you squeeze your legs involuntary, and Andy noticed it instantly.

You were both tipsy after a few glasses, and you were feeling much more relaxed now. Your back was pressed on the kitchen counter, hand stroking his bicep. The first two buttons of your white blouse were unbuttoned, your cleavage messing with Andy’s mind.

“Do you know that you’re absolutely beautiful love?” Andy began, placing his glass behind you.

He put his palm on the edge of the counter, body almost on yours. The charming blue eyes made your legs wobble.

“Not really.” You whispered, gaze fixed on his.

“Can I show you then how beautiful you really are?” He mumbled bringing his lips dangerously close to your pink ones.

“Please.”

Your small almost inaudible voice brought him to the edge. Andy’s lips moved against yours hungrily. Finally. He wanted to feel those sweet lips since day one.

“Bedroom?” Your muffled voice questioned, unbuttoning the small buttons of his sky blue shirt.

“Fuck yes.” He breathed out, lifting you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist.

You were moaning in his mouth when you felt his palms kneading your bum.

“Just how I imagined it.” He smiled at the sight in front of him.

You on his bed, not naked but still looking so fucking hot in those clothes.

“I wanted to rip that blouse and see your tits for the whole day.” A total new Andy growled in your ear, ripping the blouse in no time.

He was no longer the sweet, friendly Andy that smiled sweetly at you. Still, you craved and loved this Andy much more.

“Oh shit Andy.” Your hands made their way to his hair, while his mouth was latched on to one of your nipple. His tongue flicked your erect bud back and forth until you were a whining mess.

“So ready for me.” He pinched your nipple, the other hand travelling down to your skirt.

The pastel skirt and black thong were removed straight away, teasing was a no tonight. The next time he will make sure to tease the shit out of you and to make you feel so good after it.

“That wet for your colleague? Tell me did you fantasize about me? About my dick deep inside of your warm and tight pussy? Hm?” He asked, spreading the wetness all over your entrance and clit.

“Every single day.” You said, trying to push your hips as close to his hand as you could.

“You probably played with that pretty pussy while you were imagining me, am I right?” His thumb went up and down your clit that was pulsing and screaming for more.

“Yes, God yes.” You admitted shamelessly, bringing your hands back to the nape of his neck.

“I really want to taste you, bet you taste so sweet love, but I will explode if I don’t feel you now.” He continued, pushing himself back up to remove his boxers.

“I will eat that pretty pussy the next time for the whole night I promise.” He kissed you passionately, rubbing his red tip against your core.

Next time?

You were glad that he wanted to do this again.

“Bet you feel so warm, much more warmer than I imagined.”

Andy’s eyes dilated when he saw you biting your lower lip to stop the loud moans. He pushed himself inside of you, his member drenching in heat. He loved this feeling so much.

“Gosh, you feel so fucking perfect I don’t want this to end.” Andy was so close to you, watching his dick slide in and out of your pussy.

“Please go deeper.” You were begging for him, begging him to stretch you out.

Andy turned into an animal when he saw you playing with your tits. He grinded his hips against yours harshly, burying himself deeper inside of you.

“You really love this don’t you baby? Your tight little pussy likes to be filled to the hilt?” He pushed your legs against your chest, pounding into you mercilessly.

“You can feel me here, right love?” Andy brought your hand down to your lower belly, so you could feel where his dick was and that only he could reach that place.

“Yes Mr.Barber.” You spoke innocently, a smirk forming on his face.

“Good girl, Mr.Barber will reward you for the good behaviour.” His words did wonders, you could feel your orgasm approaching at that moment.

“You’re squeezing me baby, I need you to hold it a little longer. Can you do that for me sweetie?”

“I-I hope so.” You chocked out, trying your best not to gush out right now around his hard cock.

“Not the answer I wanted to hear. You gonna hold it for me love. I don’t want to punish my baby tonight, she was so, so good for me.”

Andy was close, he thrusted harder hitting your spot that sent your head rolling back.

“I’m here beautiful, I’m going to fill you up and I don’t want a drop to come out of you.” He was breathing heavily, kissing and biting your neck roughly.

“Come on, cum beautiful, cum for me.”

“Oh Mr.Barber.” You almost screamed, the bubble in your lower belly bursting.

“Fuck baby.” He throbbed inside of you, and after a few thrusts he groaned loudly coating your walls with his hot cum.

Andy was still inside of you, teasing your clit gently.

“You’re incredible.” He murmured against your jawline, pressing a sloppy kiss.

“Holy shit.” You laughed, gripping his head to kiss him properly.

He pulled himself out of you, lips still on yours.

“Remember, don’t let a single drop come out of you.” He smiled, brushing your half-open lips with his thumb.

“Unless you really want me to punish you for not listening.”

[summerofsnowflakes]

1. Tipsy Decisions

Summary: Y/n and Daveed has been flirty friends for a while, she decides to make them a little more than just friends after getting a lil bit drunk. 

Daveed Diggs x Reader 

Word Count: 2K 

Warnings: 18+ There is some smut. 

A/N: This was purely a self indulgent story for myself after a pretty crappy evening.   Enjoy 

Although the night was young, you had already managed to get a tipsy far too early. You and your friends were out for a chilled night at a bar in the city, convinced at this stage you had surpassed that club lifestyle. However, even in the early stages of the night the group got louder and actions got sillier, if you were being honest with yourselves, you couldn't further from the truth. As you sat around the table chatting you noticed the missing presence of two very important members of the group, Rafael and Daveed. You and Daveed had the flirty banter friendship thing going perfectly, but there was something between you but neither of you seemed ready to take this further than that for the time being. Maybe tonight could change that.

"Earth you Y/n." The sound of your friend's voice bought you back to reality.

"Sorry what?" You asked, you could feel your body heating up.

You were met with a knowing look. "And who were you thinking of then huh missy? They asked in a teasing tone.

You glared, they were very aware of your situation. "I doubt I need to say it really, but I'm going to sleep with Daveed."

"Excuse me?" You were met with an amused look.

You repeated yourself. "Tonight's the night, I am going home with Daveed. Providing he's happy with that of course. "

"Good one sis." You know your firend saw it as a joke because you had said this before, countless times actually and you always chicken out. You ignored the disbelief in their voice and focused on letting the liquid courage relax you and enjoyed the nervous buzz as you impatiently waited for Daveed and Rafa to arrive.

You were not disappointed by the sight you were met with as he made his way over your table, he was dressed in a plaid cuffed trousers and white dress shirt that was tight enough that it accentuated his arms. His signature curls bounced as he stepped. You felt like you your skin was buzzing in anticipation. Daveed always looked good but tonight was another level, you were already so gone for him. He managed to land himself in a chair next to you and you were hit with his cologne as he pulled you into a hug to say hello. You wanted to melt into his touch right there, but you pulled yourself back and acted as though he wasn't having this effect on you. You reveled in the attention he focused on you, and flirted with him non stop, you left light touches on his arm and you made sure he had a good shot of your cleavage. You did your best to be more full on than normal, in the hopes he would catch on, it certainly didn't go unnoticed by Rafael and Daveed as they shot each other unspoken looks about your behaviour.

You and the girls had decide dance as the drinks continued to flow, while the remaining friends stayed sitting, they changed up seats to so they could chat over the music in the bar. You weren't aware but Daveed couldn't take his eyes off you. Your not so subtle tactics had really been paying off for him and he was entranced as  swayed your hips to the beat and sang along, you were having the best time but it was time to set you plan in motion. You 'accidentally' tripped right by where he was sitting so that as you fell you landed in his lap, you giggled loudly.

"You okay Y/n? you didn't hurt yourself?" He looked at you with concern and he naturally placed his hands on your body.

Still laughing you replied as sweetly as you could. "I'm fine, sorry hun total accident. Thank you for cushioning my fall though." You ran hand down the opening of his shirt and hooked your fingers around his necklace, ghosting your fingers over his chest as you spoke.

He laughed back still holding onto your body. "Anytime sweetheart."

"I must say though Diggs, you look positively fantastic with me on top of you."

"Oh yeah? well you are a beautiful sight."

You looked away momentarily as you felt your shyness trying to creep back in. You shook her off quickly though before leaning in closer to him. "Can I tell you a secret D?" He leant in too before you continued. "I'd like to be on top of you without any clothes on."

Daveed coughed loudly as you spoke to drown out your words to the people around you, he looked around the group quickly to check whether you had been heard. His eyes flickered back to you, studying your face as he tried to figure out whether you're joking.

"I would let you take me right here if you would let me." You purred into his ear.

That was enough for him he felt the room spin at your words. "Meet me in the bathroom." He whispered back and you nodded giddily at your success.  

The next five minutes were a total blur and it wasn't until you were being pressed up against a cubical wall that your head resurfaced from the Daveed's intoxicating waters. You held on to him for dear life as he assaulted your lips and your neck with kisses, you were desperate for one another. One hand trailed down your body while his other hand was placed at the side of your head, you were trapped, not that you were trying to go anywhere. You deepened the kiss and you felt his hand reach under the short flowy dress and his fingers ghosted along your panties. You moaned at the mere contact with his hands on you and his other hand flew to your mouth.

"Y/n, baby. You need to be quiet darling or you're gunna get us in trouble." Unable to talk, you nodded in response.

He let go of your mouth and went back to work down below as he roughly kissed you again. He expertly moved your panties to the side and he ran his finger slowly over your clit, you could have come undone right there it. He moved slowly in a circular motion and your head fell back against the wall, your breathing increased at the pressure you felt on your most sensitive area. You heard the door to the bathroom swing open and you gasped as Daveed used this opportunity to slip his finger inside of you.

"Y/n. Are you okay? Do you need me to hold your hair back hun?" You heard one of your friends call out from the other side of the cubical. Your eyes widened and he smiled devilishly nodding at you to answer while he continued to expertly work you close to your orgasm with his fingers.

Through ragged breathing you found your voice, "I'm all good, just ummm. Just needed a minute to myself. I'll be out soon."

"Okay, well text me in you need me yeah?" She asked.

"Of course, thanks lovely."

When she had gone Daveed pulled his fingers out of you, teasingly slowly. Just as the knot in your stomach had began to form and you whined in response. Daveed ignored you and spoke softly and sweetly as though he didn't just have his fingers buried deep inside of you.  "Make an excuse to leave, I'll have an car out front in five. I'll go out first." He left with one more kiss to the lips. Needless to say your plan had gone way better than expected. You let out soft laugh to yourself about what had just happened, still in disbelief he left you in sexual suspense, half finished.  

By the time you had made your excuses, gotten the taxi to Daveed's flat and sat down on his sofa, you had more than enough time to feel more sober. In the cold light of the early hours of the morning your courage had diminished and you began to worry you had gone a bit too far with all of this. It seemed Daveed was in the same boat and as he handed you a glass of whiskey. Your hand brushed against his and you both chuckled to yourself about the whole evening. He powered through the awkwardness and sat himself down next to you, he started a conversation about something really random that helped you both feel more at ease. The drinks went down easy and the soft touches started back up again. Daveed's body called out to you and you couldn't resist him any longer. In a bold move you crawled into his lap to straddle him and ran your hands across his chiseled torso, he watched the movement of your hands very aware of his heavy breathing.

"Don't be nervous D, I told you earlier you look best when I am on top of you. Now stop fretting and kiss me." You brought your lips to meet his in a passionate kiss and both snapped back to the confident groove from earlier. In the heat of the kiss Daveed placed his hand firmly on your hips and moved you back and forth forcefully against the hardness of his cock. You both moaned at the sensation of the friction caused by your movements and you began to take over, grinding into him to show how much you were craving his touch.

Through the ragged breathing Daveed whispered in your ear. "Not that I am not enjoying this Y/n, but I want to finish what I started earlier for you Y/n? Clearly you itching with anticipation." His words sent a shudder down your spine and your cursed him silently for being so cocky even if he was right.

"Please." Was the only response you could manage as your body ached for his touch. He answered your prayers but teasingly so, he ran his hand up and down your body before slipping his hand under your dress for the second time that evening. This time lightly grazed his fingers agonizingly slow along your leg  and you wriggled in response trying to get him to touch you. He chucked lowly at your impatience. "Y/n you're body is so irresistible to me, let me enjoy touching you and I promise I'll get you there."

You let go of your impatience and allow him to have his way and when you were least expecting it he inserted his finger deep inside of you and you cried out in pleasure. He started off moving in and out slowly and you allowed him to have full control of your body. You whispered his name along with a full list of profanities. You started rocking yourself back and forth in time with his finger and he added another finger inside of you. You were a full on mess on top of him riding his hand and chasing your much needed relief, still pent up from earlier. Daveed looked up at you in total awe as did all the work yourself, his trousers grew incredibly tight. When sensed you were getting close he added a third finger and with his other hand he reached for your clit and massaged in a circular motion going at the same pace you were riding his hand.  Within second you were coming undone on top of him the pleasure sent shockwaves through your body as you rode out your high out slower now you had fallen over the edge.

As you came back down to earth you opened your eyes that had been screwed shut for who knows how long and Daveed is already smiling up and you. He looked proud of himself and you let out a breathless laugh.

"Girl, you have got me so gone. That was the hottest thing I've ever seen." Daveed spoke gleefully before leaning in and kissing you once again. "You think you can take another one?"

You smiled back at him, still floating. "D, I'm completely at your mercy."

That was all he needed to hear.

[r3almellow]

MLQC Boys With Angry F!S/o Who Denies Them Touch/Sex

Thanks @dafnew for the request!!! I know it took me a while, but I hope you enjoy it! I apologize if there are any typos!

Slightly NSFW!

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Kiro

All he did was accidentally eat the meal you were looking forward to all day long. Was that really the reason you were currently upset with him.

This wasn’t the first time Kiro has done this and you knew it wouldn’t be the last, so you decided to teach the little glutton a lesson.

Since he loved touching your food, how would he feel not being able to touch his precious Miss Chips?

“No sex.”

Huh?! You’re not serious are you?

To test to see if this was really a “threat,” he’ll try to give you a quick kiss on the lips, but you skillfully turn your head causing his lips to land on your cheek.

DID YOU JUST DODGE ONE OF HIS KISSES?!!

That man is heartbroken, with a capital BROKEN.

Will apologize nonstop and mope when you don’t accept it.

Will give the biggest puppy dog eyes in history. It almost breaks you...ALMOST.

You turn your nose up at his antics and casually go about your business.

He will whine like there’s no tomorrow.

If the two of you are sleeping in the same bed, you will find yourself sleeping on the opposite side of the bed with your back facing him.

Kiro will have none of that and will make his way over to your side and wrap his arms around you.

If you’re really tired you’ll let it slide because you’re a sucker for cuddles; until you feel something hard poking your ass. 

Cheeky man...

You’ll be tempted to press your ass against him, but REMEMBER the mission.

Just before he can even sneak a hand up your shirt or press a few kisses against your neck, Kiro will be hit with a barrage of pillows and forced back to his side of the bed.

You’ll start placing pillows in between the two of you.

Savin figures out whats happening the minute you’re in Kiro’s eyesight and the blonde isn’t hovering around you like a lovesick puppy.

Savin feels for him, but will most likely poke fun.

Kiro will try to eat himself into a coma to battle his cravings for you, but his agent will be on his ass.

This will go on for about two days.

When you finally let up, be prepared for him to jump your bones.

LIKE HE’S ABOUT TO POUNCE ON YOU THE MINUTE YOU GIVE THE OKAY.

It’ll be even worse if he’s been out of the country and didn’t have sex with you prior to leaving.

He doesn’t even care where it happens at this point.

Apartment? Dressing room? Storage closet? IT DOESN’T MATTER.

Needs to feel your body against his.

Just know that, if left up to Kiro you’re not going to be able to leave your bed for a while.

Gavin

It was extremely rare for you to get angry at Gavin. Like its almost impossible for you to be upset with him since that man will bend over backwards to make you happy.

There is, however, one thing that sets you off.

Whenever he gets hurt on the job and doesn’t tell you about it. 

You know Gavin doesn’t like to worry you, but you deserve to know when the love of your life almost comes face to face with death.

So this time around, he omits telling you that he was hospitalized due to a stab wound.

You are LIVID. 

First off, why wouldn’t he tell you he was in the hospital?!

Second, why did you have to hear the news from Eli?!

Gavin tries to ease your frustration with a hug, but you back away instantly.

“No, amount of hugs is going to fix this. In fact, no touching until you’re 100% healed!”

Gavin won’t argue, but he will be sulking! He’ll just have to accept his fate if he wants to be back in your good graces again.

Then it dawned on him...does that mean..? 

He had to ask. He had to know!

“Yup! No sex, Mister.”

Looks like that right hand about to work overtime. 

Gavin has gone through training to withstand torturous circumstances, so the idea of you not having sex with him didn’t sound so bad.

He waited years just have you in his arms and it wasn’t like all the two of you did was have sex. 

However, Gavin didn’t factor in one thing.

His need to worship you.

Gavin loves worshiping you in so many ways from using his words to his body.

His favorite thing to do was to make you feel loved in every way possible. 

So when you graciously refuse to sleep in the same bad as him or deny him any ounce of affection, he’s so hurt. 

Will try to keep his distance, if he feels like he’s really hurt you. 

If you two live together, he’ll make sure to stay out of your way and even sleep on the couch. 

Gavin will  still keep a watchful eye on you.

He notices all! 

Like when you’re wearing his t-shirt without a bra and your nipples involuntarily protrude through the shirt for him to see. 

Or when you walk out of the shower with only a towel around your torso. One little tug and you’d be baring all for him to see.  

Like I said before, that right hand about to work double shifts if he’s going to make it through a long work week. Gavin is only human and has needs! 

His hands got nothing on your mouth or the warmth of your pus- NOPE! NOT DOING THIS. 

This doesn’t just impact your relationship with Gavin, but his relationship with others. 

And by others, its mostly Minor.

“Boss, can I be totally unprofessional for two seconds?”

“Minor you haven’t been professional a day in your life, but sure...” 

“Gavin, hasn’t been himself lately. Like, he’s been sulking and doesn’t even want to shoot hoops anymore. He just sits on a bench and watches birds! And he hasn’t threatened to kick my ass in days! He’s like a sad ass puppy!” 

“I don’t control Gavin, Minor. What do you expect me to do?” 

“I expect you to....SUCK YO MAN’S DI-” Bless Willow and Kiki for pulling the idiot away. 

You do notice he’s more sullen these past few days and has barely spoken to you.

You’ll feel so guilty, but you know you had every right to put him through this!

Not being able to see your precious Bird Cop look like someone killed his dog for much longer, you cave in. 

When Gavin hears the good news his eyes light up and without hesitation he pulls you in for a bone crushing hug.

“I’m sorry for making you worry...” He’ll say.

The minute you nuzzle his cheek and accept his apology, its like a weight has lifted off of him. 

You’ll stay wrapped in his embrace for a while, but will toss out an invitation.

“If you’re all healed up we could....” You don’t even have to finish your sentence.

SAY

NO

MORE

Your boy is touch starved and desperate to make it up to you! 

Get ready for the most mind-blowing yet passionate sex you’ll ever have to date!

Victor

Victor is a prideful man, who refuses to let other’s see him sweat. 

So, when he makes a rude remark in regards to your cooking skills after you generously made him dinner, you decide to put his resolve to the test.

“Well you can suck your own dick since I clearly can’t do anything right!” And you meant it. No sex of any kind!

For how long? Well…until he apologizes.

CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!

It takes a lot for Victor to admit he’s wrong, so Victor is more than willing to go toe to toe with you. 

What Victor doesn’t realize is that this is going to be the hardest thing he’s ever had to commit to.

If you live together, you would sleep in the guest room just to punish him. However, you also didn’t want to be tempted. Resisting him was a challenge, but you refuse to let him know that.

If you don’t live together, your frequent sleepovers will cease until he apologizes. No more of his home cooked meals… A sacrifice you were willing to make just to stick it to him.

Either way, Victor will be sleeping alone for the next few nights! 

Victor is pretty good with keeping his composure, but by the third day of this ridiculous sex ban everything around him became an irritation.

From Goldman’s voice to the sound of a pen tapping obnoxiously on a desk. It was all so insufferable!

“If you want to keep your job, I suggest you stop that tapping.” 

“Uh, sir, you’re the one that’s tapping.” Oh. 

After a week, you realize that this man was not going to cave on his own. 

He needed a little....incentive. 

When the eighth day rolls in you show up for your one-on-one meeting with the CEO to go over some future plans. 

Your plan was to indirectly seduce him, you know....to nudge him a bit.

Show just enough cleavage.

Wear a short skirt that may or may not reveal the lack of underwear. 

He’ll be eating out of the palm of your hands. Or in this case he’ll be eating out that pussy. 

That was the plan, however....

HE DIDN’T EVEN FLINCH AT THE SIGHT OF YOU.

Little do you know, that man is a raging ball of horniness. 

It took everything he had to keep his cool once he saw you. 

BUT IT WAS DIFFICULT!

He noticed everything.

To the smallest DETAIL.

The outfit you wore perfectly hugged your body in ways that had him outlining your curves with his eyes. 

Your lips were painted in a soft pink gloss that made your lips shine and seem fuller.

The air is filled with the scent of the perfume he had bought you for your birthday last year and…was that a faint hickey on the base of your neck?!

Victor could feel his cock painfully press against his tailored pants.

He wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take. 

The meeting went on without any problems. 

MUCH TO YOUR DISMAY!

You flirted a bit, but he wasn’t taking the bait!

Have you met your match?!

Once the meeting concluded you turned to leave. 

You’re never aware of this, but he LOVES watching you leave his office so he could get a look at your ass.

Feels like eternity since he’s had the chance to squeeze it with his bare hands. 

Wait...

That skirt.

He knew that skirt all too well. He was the one who bought it after all. 

It was just tight enough to show the outline of your panties. The main reason he bought it for you. 

But.....there was no outline this...time...

OH HELL....

The next thing you know you’ll be pinned to the door with the a frowning man towering over you. 

“I can’t believe I let a dummy get the best of me…”

 “That doesn’t sound like an apology...” 

Don’t worry, he’ll apologize to you and then he’ll fuck you on every hard surface he can find in his office. 

Lucien

It takes a lot for you to be upset with Lucien.

But if you do ever get upset it’ll be because he’s never forthcoming with information and likes strategically misleading you. 

When you become fed up with that you refuse to be in his presence until further notice or until you have to work together again.

This won’t last long. Like a few hours....

Lucien is just too good at turning things in his favor.

Lucien is pretty good at keeping his horny levels in check, but....

He doesn’t sleep well without you by his side. 

Sometimes the sex is what helps him sleep. 

So you ignoring him will simply not do. 

Lucien will find some loophole in your plans. 

Like he’ll pitch interesting ideas to you that will leave you with no choice but to work with him. 

One minute you’re going over notes for an upcoming project and the next...

You’re gripping the sheets beneath you, clothes tossed to the ground,  back arched, and heavy pants passing through your lips. 

Where’s Lucien? 

Between your legs of course!

How did this happen?!

This man is definitely made of magic or something!

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Done!!! I had to rewrite this one like twice because I had too many scenarios going through my head! I hope you all enjoyed it!

Be sure to check out my other MLQC stuff here!

[storiesforallfandoms]

nothing happened ~ daniel webber

word count: 3173

request?: yes!

@kellysimagines “I was wondering if you could make a Daniel webber one where the reader Works on the set of The Dirt where i do the hair and make up and they like eachother and everyone knows that and another girl who Works there is also all over him all the time but he doesnt like her and when she sees me coming over she speaks out loud that she had fun the night before but nothing happened and Daniel sees me and wants to explain but i dont believe him and i ignore him when i am on set and when i am cleaning the boys lock him up in the trailer where i am in to talk it out and he explains everything and i believe him and we make up and get together? X”

description: in which the hair and makeup artist falls for the actor who’s playing vince neil, but there’s one incredibly annoying obstacle standing in their way

pairing: daniel webber x female!reader

warnings: swearing, brokenhearted-ness (if you count that as a warning)

Your big break as a makeup artist was for the Motley Crue biopic, and you could not be any more excited. You were a massive Motley Crue fan, not to mention being able to practice your makeup skills.

On your first day, you were trying to cover all of Machine Gun Kelly’s tattoos, a task that was taking much longer than you anticipated, and trying to reapply Tommy Lee’s tattoos when the door to the trailer opened.

“Hey is this the hair and makeup trailer?” asked an Australian accent. You looked over your shoulder to see an attractive man standing at the door. He smiled at you and extended his hand. “Sorry, I should introduce myself, I’m Daniel. I play Vince.”

“Nice to meet you,” you say, shaking his hand. “I’m (Y/N), I’m the makeup girl.”

“Nice to meet you, too,” he said. “So, how much time do you have left with this asshole?”

“Shut the fuck up, man,” Colson responded, turning around to try and hit Daniel.

“Hey, no!” you laughed, grabbing him and making him sit back down. “The cover up is still drying, if you move the wrong way you’ll leave cracks and shit. Sit your ass down.” You turned back to Daniel to respond, “I’m just finishing his cover up and applying his tattoos. If you want, you can sit and wait for your hair to be done. The hairdresser should be here soon.”

Daniel nodded and sat himself in a chair next to Colson. You couldn’t help but sneak a peak at him through the mirror as he took his phone out and started looking at social media to pass the time. To say he was cute was an understatement. He was far too attractive for words! When he had smiled earlier you were shocked that you didn’t pass out right then and there. You were having a hard time trying to concentrate on finishing Colson’s makeup with him there.

By the time you sent Colson on his way and were ready for Daniel, the hairdresser, Rita, noisily kicked the door open and walked into the trailer. Immediately, you were slightly annoyed with her. She was nearly an hour late to work, all the guys needed their hair done, meaning their wigs had to be fitted and worked on, and filming started in the next 20 minutes. You were so serious about this job, wanting to be taken seriously and to get more jobs like this on future television and movie sets, you couldn’t imagine just showing up late and kicking in the damn door like you owned the place.

Instead of saying anything, you smiled at her. “Hi there! You must be Rita, I’m (Y/N) - ”

“Cool,” she said, dismissing your introduction with a wave of her hand. She spotted Daniel and a sly smirk spread across her face. “And who are you?”

Daniel smiled, although it didn’t seem as genuine as it had with you. “I’m Daniel, I’m playing Vince.”

“Ah, I don’t know who that is. I know nothing about Motley Crue,” she said with a shrug. “But it’s nice to meet you! Sit your cute butt down, I’ll work on your hair.”

Daniel looked at her then back to you. “Actually, (Y/N) is about to do my makeup.”

Rite sent you a dirty look. “She can do that later, she has like a million other people to do makeup for first I’m sure.”

“Actually, I have everyone else’s makeup done already,” you said, trying not to let your annoyance show. “I was here on time, so I got through everyone else. You can do the other guys’ hair while I do Daniel’s makeup though, if you want. I just sent the actor playing Tommy Lee out when you walked in, he can’t be gone that far yet.”

Rita glared at you and huffed a heavy sigh. “Why don’t you go round up whoever I need to do hair for and bring them back so I can do it while I do Daniel’s hair?”

You realized there was no use in arguing with her, so you sighed and agreed. Rita smiled in triumph and smiled at Daniel, putting a hand on his shoulder and practically shoving him back into her chair. He looked at you through the mirror and you could almost see him begging you to stay with his eyes.

You went to round up Colson, Douglas, and Iwan and brought them back to the trailer. They all agreed it was extremely stupid for you to have to come get them, but what else were you guys to do? It was only the first day, so it wasn’t like Rita was going to get fired or anything yet. If she continued to act this way, maybe, but that depended on how well her hairdressing skills were.

When you arrived back to the trailer, Rita was laughing obnoxiously hard at something that Daniel said, and he was smiling awkward at it in return. When he saw you walk in, he nearly came out of his seat with relief, but remained still until Rita finished with his wig.

“There baby, you’re all done,” she said in a sickenly sweet voice. To you, she said, “Try not to mess up his pretty face too bad with your makeup there (Y/N).”

Your face burned red and your hands curled into fists. You had to do everything in your power not to knock her on her ass.

Daniel moved to your chair and you started with his makeup. It wasn’t anything extreme for him like it was with Colson, you just needed to put a bit of foundation on so he didn’t look shiny, and some eyeliner around his eyes and black makeup on his face, as they were filming a performance scene.

Rita eyed the other guys with less enthusiasm as she had given Daniel. “What did she do to you guys?”

“Seriously?” Douglas questioned. “This is what Motley Crue looked like when they used to perform.”

“She doesn’t know who Motley Crue is,” Daniel responded.

“Even if she did, I don’t blame her for not knowing. They didn’t have the makeup done on their last show,” you responded.

Daniel looked up at you. “You saw their last show?”

“Hell yeah I did!” you responded. “I love Motley Crue! When they announced that they weren’t doing shows anymore, I saved up for months to be able to go. Front row seats, got to see them up close and personal one last time.”

As you continued to do his makeup, you both continued to talk and laugh. You almost wanted to prolong doing the finishing touches, but the director came to the door to alert you guys that it was almost time to start filming, so you knew you had to let him go. Rita, finally, finished doing Iwan’s hair and the group left to hurry to seat.

You started cleaning up your section when Rita spoke. “I think he’s into me.”

“Which one?” you asked, although you were fully aware of who she meant.

“Daniel,” she responded. “He was giving me those signs, you know? He totally wants to get with me. Maybe I’ll let him.”

You decided not to say what you were really thinking about that. Of course he wasn’t into her or wanted to “get with her”. He seemed completely repulsed by her! All the guys did! But she obviously lived in some fantasy world where she believed that that was his form of flirting.

You decided to ignore her and to continue cleaning up your section. Suddenly, she got very close to you. You looked at her in confusion and moved away a little bit.

“I know you think that him being all friendly and shit with you probably makes you think he’s trying to flirt with you, but you are so wrong,” she sneered. “He just pities you. Poor girl from a shit town in the middle of nowhere getting her first job on a Hollywood movie set.”

“I’m from Los Angeles,” you told her.

“Doesn’t matter!” she snapped. “Stay the fuck away from Daniel, okay? Or we’ll have a problem.”

“We already have a problem,” you retorted. “And that’s that you are super unprofessional. You were an hour late today, you kept me from finishing my job just because you’re trying to jump one of the lead actor’s bones, and now you’re threatening me because you think you have a chance with Daniel. Newsflash honey, no one wants to get with a bitch. So either start acting professional and leave me the fuck alone, or I’ll go to the director and let him know how unprofessional you are. And the guys will back me up I’m sure.”

You shoved past her, leaving her screaming insults and profanities at you, but you could care less. Yeah, you thought Daniel was cute and all, but your primary focus here wasn’t trying to sleep with someone, it was to prove that you were a real makeup artist and that you could make it in Hollywood. If Rita wanted to play that game, you had no problem playing right back.

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Weeks passed as you got further and further into filming. Rita became more and more unbearable. She’d continue to come in to work late, but claim every day that it was “car issues” (”Maybe she should get her fucking car fixed,” Douglas whispered to you one morning). The director bought it every time, continuously giving her a “pass” because she was “a damn good hairdresser that we can’t lose”, his exact words.

When it came to the two of you, she became much more awful. She’d insult you any moment she got, whether you were alone or people were with you she didn’t care. She started coming to work in very tight and revealing clothing, and would make sure she’d move in ways that showed off her cleavage when Daniel was getting his hair done. He started bringing his phone with him to her chair so he wouldn’t have to look at her.

Meanwhile, he’d be the first one in your chair every morning, making sure he was there before Rita showed up. He always entered the trailer with a wide smile and you both talked the whole time he was in the seat. He’d even linger sometimes until another cast member arrived and had to get their makeup done, but even then he’d hang out in the trailer for a long time. When Colson confronted him about it once, he said simply, “I’m just enjoying (Y/N)’s company.”

One day, you got the chance to watch the guys film on set. You had been alone in the trailer, Rita having gone God knows were, so you finished cleaning your station before making your way to set. Unsurprisingly, Rita had beat you there and was all over Daniel. You rolled your eyes, she really didn’t get the damn message.

Over his shoulder, Rita spotted you and a smirk appeared on her face. Loud enough for you to hear, she declared, “You know Danny, I had a lot of fun last night.”

You stopped in your tracks. Daniel hadn’t told you he had met up with Rita last night. Not that it was something he had to tell you or anything. You were just shocked that it hadn’t come up, especially since he told you almost every day how uncomfortable and pissed off Rita made him.

“Oh, uh yeah, it was pretty nice I guess,” he responded, taken back by the comment.

“We’ll have to go out for drinks more often,” Rita continued, putting a hand on his arm in a flirty manner.

“I mean, I guess,” Daniel shrugged.

You felt a lump form in your throat. So after all this time, Daniel really had liked her. Maybe you were wrong in saying he was disgusted by her. It was probably an act from the start, so that you wouldn’t know and feel hurt.

Rita looked over Daniel’s shoulder again and smiled at you. “Oh hey (Y/N)!”

Daniel quickly turned around, his eyes widening when he saw you standing there. “(Y/N), how long - ?”

“Long enough,” you responded. “You know, you both belong together. You're both heartless assholes.”

You turned and started walked away, the tears finally starting to run down your cheeks. Daniel quickly ran after you, grabbing on to your arm trying to stop you. “Wait, (Y/N), it’s not what it sounds like.”

“You don’t have to explain anything,” you said to him. “I’m just your makeup artist, right? I’m not your girlfriend or anything. I don’t care who you want to go out with, but the fact that you had the audacity to pretend like you didn’t like her when you were with me, whatever that was about or that was for...it was low.”

You yanked your arm away from Daniel and raced back to your trailer, tears racing down your face.

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The following week was tense. Daniel would come in and be the first person in your chair, as per usual. At first, he tried to talk to you, to explain himself, but you continued to ignore him. At one point, you started wearing headphones and would work with music playing, not speaking to anyone, especially not Daniel or Rita.

Rita was in her glee, as if she had just won some huge prestigious award or something. She walked into work with her head high and her chest out. She’d happily babble on to Daniel, who would just watch her work in the mirror and not say a word. Even with your headphones in, you could hear her throwing you insults every now and then. You couldn’t be bothered the care anymore, she was obviously right.

After another long day, you were left with the task of cleaning the whole hair and makeup trailer. After finishing the guys’ hair for the day, Rita took off without cleaning her station, leaving you to do it. You were getting seriously pissed off with her, and thanked God that filming would be over in a matter of days.

You were finishing cleaning your brushes when you heard the trailer door open. You turned to see Daniel walk in and you gave him the worst death glare you could muster.

“You wanted to see me?” he asked.

“No,” you responded. “Who the fuck told you that?”

“There was a letter left in my trailer,” he responded. “Meet me in the hair and makeup trailer, we need to talk. You didn’t leave it?”

“No, I haven’t even been to set today,” you responded.

Suddenly, the trailer door swung shut and the sound of the lock turning could be heard. Daniel tried the knob but it wouldn’t budge. You went to the window and saw Colson, Iwan, and Douglas standing around, Douglas holding the trailer key in his hand.

“What the fuck guys?” you snapped.

“We’re sick of this cold shit between the two of you,” Iwan said. “Now, you guys are gonna stay in there until you figure your shit out, then we’ll let you go.”

You rolled your eyes. Daniel came up beside you. “Come on guys, just let us out.”

“You heard the terms, man,” Colson said. “Get to making up!”

You shut the window with so much force you thought you broke it, and honestly you wished you had. You didn't want to be here right now, you didn’t want to hear what Daniel had to say. You knew all you needed to know, and you didn’t want to hear it from his point of view.

You turned back to continue your cleaning, completely ignoring Daniel. He stood by the door, his arms crossed as he looked at you. “So you’re not even gonna try to listen to me?”

“Nope,” you responded. You patted your pockets for your headphones and realized you didn’t have them. They were in your bag, which was right next to Daniel. Upon seeing this, he quickly grabbed them and shoved them in his pocket. “Okay fine, say whatever you have to say, but it doesn’t mean I have to believe you, or really care.”

“I didn’t go out for drinks with Rita,” he insisted. “Really, (Y/N), you have to believe me. I went out with the guys, and when I went to get us more drinks she was at the bar. She ambushed me, wouldn’t let me leave. She talked my ear off for a solid hour before Douglas came and saved my ass. I tried to get away so many times, but she wouldn’t take no for an answer. When she said that shit the other day and upset you, I finally cracked. I told her to fuck off, that I’d never be interested in someone as awful as her. Obviously, she hasn’t truly gotten the message because she’s still trying to get with me, but there’s only so much I can do about that.” He approached you and took your hands in his. You actually let him, too, which surprised even you. “You have to believe me, there’s nothing going on between us. And there never will be.”

You looked down at the floor. “But why?”

“What do you mean why?”

“Why wouldn’t you want to be with a girl like Rita?” you questioned. “She’s drop dead gorgeous, has the nicest tits of any woman I’ve ever seen, has confidence and sex appeal coming out of her ass. Even if you don’t want to be in a relationship with her, why wouldn’t you want to even fuck her? Just once?”

Daniel looked at you in shock. “Because I have no feelings for her. (Y/N), I like you, how could you not see that?”

You scoffed and pulled your hands away. “How could you like someone like me compared to someone like Rita? Or any of those beautiful girls that you’re making out with or getting to see naked on set? I’m so plain, Daniel. I’m just a makeup artist.”

“Why do you assume I want some trashy bimbo like Rita? Or any of the girls on set just beautiful they’re supposedly gorgeous?” he questioned. “It’s not about looks, but even if it was solely that, I’d pick you over any of those girls any day. (Y/N), you are the most amazing girl I have ever met, I want to be with you and only you.”

Tears were forming in your eyes as you asked, “Really?”

Daniel chuckled. “Yes really. Please, can we just start all over? I’ll take you out on a proper date, no bitchy hairdressers, no stressing over work and stuff. Just the two of us, together.”

You nodded excitedly and wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly, causing him to laugh again.

The boys let you both out of the trailer and celebrated your and Daniel’s reconciliation, and come the following day, you both had the pleasure of giving Rita her pink slip.

[nadiafm]

( camila morrone, cisfemale ) hey ! have you seen NADIA PEREZ around ? they work as a ICE SKATING INSTRUCTOR at big bear resort, but they must be off their shift by now. well, if you do see them can you let me know ? they’re 21 years old & they’ve been working here for 11 MONTHS. they tend to be +AMOROUS & +CONVIVIAL, but can also be -LICENTIOUS & -WARY. the other employees have labeled them THE ROMANTIC. thanks a lot ! gold hoops , floral mini dresses , pink lipgloss , overly dramatic eyeshadow , freckles specked across your nose , mascara running down your cheeks , tequila shots chased with salt and lime , lana del rey blasting in your headphones , mirror selfies , golden hour , glitter and rhinestones , blue raspberry dum dums , piled up books you keep forgetting to read.

hey y’all !! i’m so excited for this wow. i’m sam, i’m 22, and i live in pst !! i’m a sucker for cooking shows and dogs and candles. but more importantly...this is my freaking baby nadia, an absolute idiot with a heart of gold ! i already know this intro is going to be too long but bare with me i will include a tldr at the bottom i promise. also hmu on discord to plot ! capricornmom#1278

here is nadia’s pinterest & here is her playlist

aesthetics : gold hoops , floral mini dresses , pink lipgloss , overly dramatic eyeshadow , freckles specked across your nose , mascara running down your cheeks , tequila shots chased with salt and lime , lana del rey blasting in your headphones , mirror selfies , golden hour , glitter and rhinestones , blue raspberry dum dums , piled up books you keep forgetting to read

character parallels : jackie burkhart ( that 70′s show ) rachel green ( friends ) , cassie howard ( euphoria ) , brooke davis ( one tree hill ) , bianca stratford ( 10 things i hate about you ) , april ( palo alto ) , erica vandross ( flower ) , gigi & triple a ( booksmart ) , snooki ( jersey shore ) , jessica day ( new girl )

full name : nadia paloma perez

birthday : july 23, 1998

zodiac : cancer sun , pisces moon , pisces rising . god help this emotional ass girl

nationality : american 

religion : roman catholic

sexual & romantic orientation : bisexual , biromantic

hometown : aventura , florida ( 20 minutes outside of miami )

languages spoken : english ( fluent ) , spanish ( fluent ) , french ( still learning , takes it in school , somewhat conversational )

likes : candy ( sour punch straws , lollipops ) , watching soccer games ( messi stan till she dies ) , rex orange county , writing , magazines , making empanadas with her abuela , romantic comedies ( her fav is how to lose a guy in 10 days ) , tequila sodas , sex , lana del rey , chipotle burritos , iced chai lattes with almond milk from starbucks , gossip girl , craft beer , margaret atwood

dislikes : quinoa , nuts in things like salad or cookies , star wars , watching golf , oatmeal , church , screamo music , california ( a grudge ) , spoiled rich kids , condescending business majors , quentin tarantino ( and his avid fans )

BACKGROUND

Born and raised in South Florida, a little aways from Miami ! Her mother, Paloma, was an Adventura native while her father, Santiago, was an immigrant from Argentina. Her parents met in college when Paloma was studying abroad in Argentina. They fell in love, rather quickly, and the rest was history. They had planned on moving back to America together, but Santiago’s visa was denied. So, after only four months of knowing each other and 2.5 months of dating, they got married. 

Turns out sometimes you should know your partner better before getting married !! shocker right. It wasn’t so bad at first, though. They were young and in love and their honeymoon phase seemed to last forever, until it didn’t. 

By the time Nadia was born, they’d already begun to realize each other’s faults and flaws. Santiago was a good looking guy, and with his thick Argentine accent, he tended to come off as overly friendly and at times overtly flirty. Paloma was jealous and needy. It never seemed to mesh well when she thought her husband was flirting with every other mom in the neighborhood. 

So, for the majority of Nadia’s childhood, all she remembered from her parent’s marriage was them fighting. She had a close relationship with the both of them, though, and she was particularly close with her father. He was her biggest supporter !! Always hyping her up. He was the one signing her up for sports like soccer (they’re a huge soccer family, the only time her parents weren’t fighting was during Argentina games), gymnastics, dance, and ice skating. Her favorite was soccer, and her for most of her adolescent years, her dad coached her team. They formed a really close bond because of it. 

The marriage was sort of non exinsistant at this point, but in some sort of last attempt to salvage any love they might have had for each other, Santiago and Paloma had a baby. It was more Paloma’s idea than anything. Santiago, at that point, was only sticking around for Paloma. She was seven when her little sister was born, Caterina, and Nadia absolutely adored her. They may have been seven years a part, but they were the best of friends. 

When Nadia was twelve, she woke up with a note on her bed side table. It was from her father, and it read: “Nads, I’m so sorry I couldn’t say goodbye to your face. I wish I was stronger. I am so proud of you and I promise I will be in touch. Te amo. Papa” He hadn’t left anybody else a note, and not even a word to her mother. As close as she was to her mother and sister, she couldn’t help but blame them for her father leaving. Still, she was pretty certain she’d hear from him soon. That he’d come back once he cleared his head. Only, he didn’t. 

Word spread pretty fast around school about what had happened. Suddenly, Nadia was a charity case. PTA moms were coming up to her and offering to bring her lunch or dinner, if she needed it. She was the girl who’s dad left them high and dry. It didn’t help that on top of that, her body was going through changes much more rapidly than any of her friends. She already had gotten her period, and by the time she was in seventh grade she was wearing a D cup bra. So in addition to the sudden spotlight as the girl without a dad, boys started treating her differently. Boys that had never talked to her previously suddenly wanted to be her friend. In eighth grade, Hayden Walker rolled up a small piece of paper and shot it like a basketball into her cleavage. He high-fived his friends after and thanked her for the backboard.  

So middle school was rough. And while Nadia had had one or two boyfriends during that time, she’d never gone past kissing them. That’s not how the rumors went, though. That was the part that hurt the most. The things people said, especially the things girls said about her. Girls she thought were her friends. 

At the end of eighth grade, during the summer before high school, she got a text from her dad. The first one in 2 years! She’d idolized him her whole life, so obviously she was ready to forgive him as soon as she heard from him. He told her he was living in California and Nadia was like, I’m sold! Let’s go! Only her mother was like...are you fucking insane you are not going to California to visit that man. Long story short, she found a cheap cross country bus ticket and essentially ran away from home to see her dad! He was shocked she had come at all, despite his text message leading her to believe he wanted to see her. Apparently it was more of a courtesy text, a text so he could let go of the guilt of leaving an entire family behind. Because in the two years he’d been gone, he managed to start a new one. He had a new wife, and two newborn twins. 

Nadia was pretty furious, but she stayed the summer anyways. She had full intentions of starting high school in California and not going home to Florida. Things were tense at her father’s, though. Her “step mother” obviously didn’t like having her around, and though her bond with her father was slowly rekindling, there was still a sort of distance between them. But they were trying to make it work, at the very least. 

Then came the end of the summer. Nadia had made a few friends around the neighborhood, and was invited to an end of summer kickback with a bunch of high schoolers. Naturally, she lied about her age at the party. She was 14, but told everyone she was 16, and everyone seemed to overlook her baby face thanks to her ass and tits. At the end of the night, a boy drove her home, and the two ended up hooking up in the car. Apparently she had misjudged how much her father actually cared, because he’d waited up for her to come home, and after seeing car headlights out front, he’d stormed outside to find her in the car with a high school boy, half naked. After allowing her to gather her bearings, he essentially humiliated her right there on the front lawn, screaming about how irresponsible she was amongst other things. The majority of the conversation has since been blacked out from her mind, but she’ll never forget the look on her dad’s face when he said, “you’re nothing, you’re just like your mother, and i don’t want you anywhere near my family.”  whew !! ya girl was hurt.  

So, obviously, she was back on the way to mom’s ! Honestly at that point her mom wasn’t even mad at her for leaving she was just thankful she was back. 

GODDD okay this is getting long so I need to wrap this up. I haven’t even gotten to personality KJSHG Okay let’s wrap up high school in one bullet point. Basically she sub consciously searched for every man’s approval because she lacked the approval she needed from her father! This meant lots of boyfriends and never saying no. In her four years of high school, she was maybe single for a total of like ... seven months. not seven consecutive months lmao, 7 months in between relationships. 

one of those boys was connor perch, her first official boyfriend freshman year ! they were really sweet n young and nadia really thought she was in love. but then she gave him a blowjob and this mf recorded it ! and nadia found out after the fact, asked him to delete it, he said it was just for himself to look at, only to find out he’d sent it to his friends a few days later. so that basically set the precedent for how she’d be treated the next four years of high school ! she tried to act like it didn’t bother her but dang. high schoolers can be very mean !

oh my god i seriously have to wrap up okay this will be quick. basically when she was a senior in high school she went on a ski trip to big bear and met a boy named ethan, who she like fell in love with so fast like literally a week give it a rest girl. he was from Colorado but when she left they kept in touch and basically talked every day for the rest of the school year and throughout the summer. She’d decided to apply to Boulder University to be closer to him because this time it really felt like the real thing ! SURPRISE AGAIN ! She got to school and found out he had a girlfriend. She was really mf heartbroken over that. But did she learn her lesson? No. Does she still fall in love with anyone who looks in her direction? Yes. 

Okay and lastly she has been working all sorts of jobs throughout college because her mom is helping her pay for tuition and rent so she’s gotta cover spending money ! She ended up getting a job at Big Bear Resort during her last winter break as an ice skating instructor because she used to do ice skating back in the day. Now she works at Big Bear during her school breaks and on some weekends ! 

TLDR/Tidbits

Hopeless romantic with major daddy issues

Will overanalyze every interaction she has with anyone because she thinks they might like her

EXTREMELY GULLIBLE 

Probably will have a crush if you are even remotely nice to her 

Really dumb but means well. Literally no common sense. Complete bimbo

Cries A LOT. Complete crybaby. Happy or sad she’s probably crying

Heart of gold!! She really always means well even when she fucks up so bad I SWEAR her heart was in the right place 

Can outdrink anyone. She would drink a 6ft5in, 200 pound man under the table any day

Tequila is her choice of drink, but vodka is for her #sadgirlhours

Obsessed with Rosalía, Lana Del Rey, & Rex Orange County. And also 2010 bangers. Anything she can shake her ass to !

She pretty much used to exclusively wear mini dresses because when she realized everyone was just gonna sexualize her anyway, she was like FUCK IT, i’ll show my ass n titties n legs. Except it’s fucking like negative degrees in Colorado so she can’t do that ! Bummer. (she’ll still probably find ways to wear mini dresses)

Obsessed with makeup!! She loves doing adventurous things with eyeshadows and lipsticks  like ok euphoria 

Kinda crazy. Major crackhead vibes especially when she’s drunk! She loves going out, she’ll go out on a Tuesday, she just likes to have fun ok and dance on tables and make out with cute people

She’ll have a one night stand but just know for HER she’ll probably get attached. I’m so sorry it won’t last that long but she’ll pine for at least a week

ok that is all i’m so sorry for this shit show of an intro but here is a messy list of wc !

[hide-in-imagination]

“The Open Music of the New Millenium” - OneShot

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When Juliana proposed to make an Open Music in honor of the Jam & Roller’s 30th anniversary, everyone instantly agreed.

It had been some years since the last time they all gathered together in the place that meant so much to them. With Ámbar fired and Gary gone, VIDIA had left Juliana in charge of the Roller ever since. The group of friends, couples and family, had continued to meet there like always for some time, but when Matteo’s and The Roller Band’s music career began to rise, it became impossible to just casually go there like they used to. Fans started crowding the place, asking everyone questions about them, especially those who they knew by photos that were close to the musicians. So, eventually, even though it pained them, everyone stopped going to the Roller, except for a number of occasions where Juliana closed the place so only the old regulars could enter.

This Open Music would be one of those occasions and everyone was excited. Simón and Pedro even offered to work as waiters like in the old times, even though they had other people to do that and anyone would’ve thought that serving tables was beneath them now that they were famous musicians. For the guys, though, it was just a fun game, a way to remember and honor where they had started, and so Juliana allowed it with a roll of her eyes.  

She had ideas of her own. Since it had been a while since everyone had been able to meet (life did that sometimes), Juliana thought it’d be fun to make the Open Music extra special adding a theme to it. Remembering the time Ámbar had been the manager, she decided to take an idea from her and make the Open about a special decade, or more exactly, about the change of an era. And so, the new Open Music was called ‘The Open of the new millennium’. The rule was simple: sing songs from either the end of the 90s or the beginning of the 2000s.

“After having to sing your original songs over and over again every day on tours, I think singing covers will be a nice break for you guys before you lose your minds,” she joked. The guys laughed; she was not wrong.  

Everyone decided to make it a ‘Guys vs Girls’ just like in the Flash Open. That had been the last Open Music in teams they had had, and since there hadn’t been a clear winner that time, everyone took this one as their chance to break the tie.

“Seriously, you guys? You’re all pretty grown up, you’ll turn 30 in the blink of an eye, when are you gonna leave the silly competition behind?” Juliana asked, trying to look reproachful but her face totally betrayed her amusement.

“Never,” everyone replied at the same time, already divided with the girls on one side and the guys in the other.

“I love you, my love, but we’re gonna destroy you,” Ámbar vowed with her chin held high and her arms crossed in a power stance.

“Remember to think about how much you love me when we wipe the floor with you, love,” Simón replied with his own defiant smile. If there’s one thing he had gained from years of being with Ámbar Smith, it was fire.

“I don’t really care as long as we have fun,” Luna laughed, shaking her head next to Ámbar.  

“Aw, me too, my love,” said Matteo before enveloping his girlfriend in a hug. From over her shoulder, he glared at the rest of the girls and mouthed ‘You’re going down.’

 And so, after two weeks for rehearsals and preparations, the day of the Open of The New Millennium arrived.  

 Jim, Yam, Delfi, Jazmín, Luna, Ámbar, and even Emilia, were standing close or inside the dressing room wearing heavy black coats over what Simón could only imagine were killer outfits. Things had smoothed over with Emilia and Benicio over the years; he even was going to perform with the rest of the guys that day. Simón wouldn’t say he considered them friends, but they were very much nicer than they used to be. They still would never miss an opportunity to show off though, which was exactly why they had jumped at the idea of this Open. No one minded; their rivalry was a thing of the past.

There were some other people that Simón recognized as regular customers of the Roller back when he used to work there. With some he had spoken sometimes while others he hadn’t exchanged words out of the professional sphere, but either way, the more the merrier, he thought. After all, he doubted the Jam & Roller was only loved by the old Roller team.

Speaking about teams, the guys’ team hadn’t changed into their outfits yet, deciding to do so after the girls finished their performance; it had been decided that morning that it’d be ‘ladies first’. Ramiro and Pedro were talking in one corner, Benicio was exchanging teases with Emilia about who would win, and Matteo was chatting/flirting with Luna. Simón rolled his eyes, a habit that, as people loved to point out, he had gotten from his girlfriend; Matteo couldn’t stop flirting for five minutes.

To be fair, everyone tended to tease him about his constant PDA with Ámbar, but did you see him sucking face with her now? No, because he was actually focused.  

(There’d be plenty of time for that later anyway.)

As if sensing his thoughts, Ámbar’s eyes found his from across the cafeteria. Her lips curled into a playful smile and he answered it with one of his own, adding a wink. Sure, they acted like they were at war, but they knew it was just a game.

Turning around, Simón was surprised to see Nina sitting next to Eric in one of the tables, wearing plain blue jeans and a burgundy top.

“Nina, you’re not participating?” He asked nearing them.  

“Oh no, I couldn’t, it was too much for me,” she replied with a small laugh.  

Simón frowned. “Too much?”

The girl just gave him a knowing look.

“You’ll see.”  

  Juliana started the event thanking everyone for coming and talking about how important the Jam & Roller was for everyone there present. She spoke about how special it was for her, how she had found a place to belong after she thought she had lost it all, how she had found people who made her see the beautiful things in life again, and for which she would always be profoundly thankful.

Everyone applauded and a cheer of ‘Juliana! Juliana!’ rose higher and higher. From on top of the stage, Juliana was smiling, her eyes shining and wet with emotion.

“Alright, alright, enough! This is no time for tears. This is a celebration, and so, I leave to you the first group that will delight us this afternoon. Give it up for the girls!”

Accompanied by the applause, the girls climbed up the stage, standing with their heads looking down. The lights dimmed.

As the music started playing, the girls raised their heads. One spotlight fell over each of them as they discarded their coats and threw them away, revealing their outfits.

Simón felt his heart stop in his chest.

Oh. god. He knew that song.

 It was ‘Toxic’.

 Just like in the music video, Ámbar wore a tight black spy suit. It reminded him of the outfit she had worn in the Flash Open, except this was more elaborated, with straps, a belt, a gun holder on her right thigh, and it showed a lot more cleavage.

Emilia and Yam wore different versions of the same concept. Luna, Delfi and Jim wore space dresses but in different colors and the skirt was longer. Jazmín, always the extravagant, was the only one who dared wear a version of the translucid suit.

Ámbar moved to the front and center and Simón stopped seeing anything else.  

 Baby, can’t you see? I’m calling A guy like you should wear a warning…

 “Oh my god,” Simón couldn’t help but voice out as she pointed at him.

 Luna moved to the front.

It’s dangerous, I’m falling…

 Matteo was definitely drooling from the way she sexily lowered her body to the floor in front of him.

Next came Delfi and Jazmín, who leaned on the back of the other and sensually moved up and down.  

There’s no escape, I can’t wait I need a hit, baby, give me it…

 Emilia came in, separating them and walking between them to the front.

You’re dangerous. I’m loving it…

 Jim and Yam moved with one hand raised as the other slowly descended over their bodies.

  Too high, can’t come down… losing my head, spinning round and round…

 Spinning, the girls separated to opposite sides of the stage, leaving Luna in the center.

Do you feel me now?

 The chorus was sung by all as they danced sensually to the beat. Rolling their hips side to side, swinging their hair, bringing their hands to the floor while keeping their ass raised, and many more things that Simón had honestly trouble keeping up with.

With a taste of your lips

I'm on a ride

You're toxic, I'm slippin' under

With a taste of a poison paradise

I’m addicted to you

Don’t you know that you’re toxic?

And I love what you do

Don’t you know that you’re toxic?

 All the guys were visibly mesmerized as they watched the girls on stage. Simón had his eyes so fixed on Ámbar that he almost dropped a juice he was bringing to a table. After that, he decided to give up the notion that he had a piece of mind to be working and sat on a table in front of the stage, watching in awe how his girlfriend danced in what must have been the sexiest moves he had ever seen.  

Yep, there was definitely going to be some heavy kissing after it was over.

He found out a moment later that sitting had been a great decision, because as they reached the bridge of the song, the girls fell to the floor on their hands and knees and proceeded to advance to the front of the stage crawling, like a feline stalking its prey.

 Intoxicate me now, with your love now I think I’m ready now (I think I’m ready now)

 Swiftly, they flipped on to their backs, and their hips rolled up in a way that was pure sin.

 Intoxicate me now, with your love now I think I’m ready now Ah ah aaah

 As the song ended, the girls bent their left knee and rose their right hands to the sky. On cue, confetti exploded all around them, filling the air.

There was a second of silence, pure speechless silence, and then cheers rose to a deafening volume. People stood from their seats and clapped, some whistled in the back, and yet Simón was still stuck in the awestruck part.

The girls rose and thanked the audience with big smiles. Only when they started descending the stage did he finally manage to react. With his heart pounding inside his chest, he stood and went to his girlfriend.  

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 As the girls walked down the stage, they were rapidly surrounded by their friends or other regulars telling them about how amazing they had been. Ámbar smiled proudly at the praises, her heart was still agitated from all the movement but it was starting to calm down as she felt satisfaction fill her. All their hard work had paid off; their performance had been perfect. She couldn’t ask for more.  

As people dispersed and the girls started going to change into normal clothes, Simón came to her.

He congratulated her and gave her a hug, nothing out of the ordinary... Or so it’d seem for everyone else. But the moment his arms were around her, he whispered in her ear.

“Don’t you dare take that off, I wanna do it myself.”

A shiver ran down her spine.

Pulling away, he smiled innocently as if he hadn’t just rebooted the pounding of her heart to three times its normal speed and walked away with the rest of the guys, most probably to change.

God, she had created a monster.

(And she loved every second of it.)  

  Some minutes later, the girls were back to normal clothes but with their makeup and hair still intact. Taking it all out would’ve taken too long and they had to watch the guys. Also, it would’ve been a shame to discard it so soon.

Ámbar was the only one still wearing her black coat over the costume, but if anyone wondered about it, they didn’t say.

“I wonder what they’ll sing,” Ámbar said, sitting in one of the tables in the front of the stage. Over it, the lights were changing in preparations for the next performance. “Although it’s not like it matters, it can’t be better than us anyway.” She shared a smile with Luna that was sitting on the table next to hers with Nina, wearing a colorful top and shorts.

“I already know what their song is,” commented Delfi.  

Ámbar turned to her friend that was sited on her left, wearing a green dress. “What? Simón didn’t tell me anything, he said the boys swore to secrecy.”

Delfi smiled smugly. “They did, but Pedro isn’t capable of keeping things from me. It was rather easy to get it out of him.”

Considering what she knew of Pedro, Ámbar guessed she shouldn’t be surprised. Simón, on the other hand, was as stubborn as her (a fact that sometimes brought them into a fight), so she doubted she could have made him tell her.

Well, there were ways. Very enjoyable ways. But she liked the idea of making it a surprise so she hadn’t insisted.

Just one minute later, the guys started filling the stage. At first glance, Ámbar had a strange sense of déjà vú. They were all wearing black shirts over light jeans, and she was instantly reminded of the Flash Open outfits, but she rapidly noted the differences. For one, the jeans were tighter, more fitting (deliciously so in Simón) and they were wearing an open black leather jacket over their shirts. While that time they all wore black Converse, those were now replaced by black boots. All in all, they looked older, more manly, and Ámbar was enjoying the view already.

They took position on the stage, backward to the public, and the lights dimmed.

One by one, the guys turned around to face the public as the music started playing, the spotlights falling on them. Ámbar didn’t recognize the song at first, but then it hit her and her eyes widened.  

“Ay, no,” she voiced as her heart picked up.  

 It was ‘Torero’.

 Matteo walked to the front first, his body moving with the energy of the song.

De lunes a domingo voy desesperado, el corazón prendido allí en el calendario…

  Following her example, Simón pointed at her when he moved in front.  

  Buscándote y buscando como un mercenario, tú dime donde estás que yo no te he encontrado…

  Ámbar knew at that moment that she wasn’t going to let him change back into his clothes either. Even when someone else was in the front, her eyes followed him, not taking him out of her sight for a second. It was fair to say she was eating him with her eyes.   

 Ramiro:

Las manecillas giran, yo voy al contrario…

  Benicio:

Bebiéndome la vida a sorbos y a tragos…

  Eric:

Me viste así de frente, que tremendo impacto…

  Pedro:

Para unirme a tu mirada dime si hay que ser…

 As the chorus started, the guys stood in two rows, one in the front and other in the back and moved in perfect synch.

 Torero, poner el alma en el ruedo

No importa lo que se venga pa’ que sepas que te quiero

Como un buen torero…

 “Ole!” The crowd chanted automatically, surprising the girls who had been so lost in their boyfriends they had forgotten there were other people around.  

 Me juego la vida por ti…

 Maybe their choreography wasn’t as provocative as the girls’ (after all, they had created it specifically to make the guys crazy) but Ámbar couldn’t help but think that it was the hottest thing she had every witnessed in her life. She didn’t know if it was the confidence with which Simón moved, or the slight thrust of his hips every now and then, or that it reminded her of the little fantasy video she had created for ‘Solos’ in her mind, but Ámbar was enraptured.  

 Si hay que ser torero, poner el alma en el ruedo

No importa lo que se venga pa’ que sepas que te quiero

Como un buen torero…

 “Ole!”  The crowd chanted again, and this time the girls stood from their seats and joined as well. The excitement was already too much to remain seated and still.

 Me juego la vida por ti…

 Rapidly, the guys ditched their jackets, throwing them behind them. As the next verses came about, they all crouched down and just the one singing stood, the lights focusing on him.

 Ramiro:

Y te cuentan que ya me vieron muy solitario en un callejón Que ya no duermo y desvarío, que el humor ya me cambió…

Benicio:

¿Y tú por dónde estás? Que mi presión ya no me da…

Eric:

Te buscaré, vuelve conmigo Y que tú no sabes…

Everyone stood then and started dancing on the back while Simón and Matteo moved forward. Both climbed down the stage and stood in front of their girlfriends, singing to them as their feet bounced on the floor at the beat.

 Que yo te necesito como el perro al amo Que si tú no respondes aquí todo es caos…

 As Matteo sang the next verse, Simón quickly held Ámbar in his arms and dipped her backward as he kissed her on the lips. Just as quickly, he pulled her up and went back on stage. Ámbar didn’t know if she was left dizzy from the rapid movement or the kiss.  

Pedro stood in the center and pointed at Delfi.

Para unirme a tu mirada Dime si hay que ser...

 Again, the guys danced the choreography, whistles and screams accompanying the movements of their hips.

On the last repeats of the chorus, they formed a circle and each guy moved to the center in turns, showing off some moves as the others and the audience cheered.

Finally, they all stood next to each other in a line and rose a hand, pointing to the sky.

 Si hay que ser ¡torero!

 The presentation ended and confetti flew around, much like it had in the performance of the girls.

There was something different though.

As the crowd cheered, applauded and whistled, a white banner fell hanging from the ceiling over their heads. As it unraveled, big black letters were revealed.

  DELFI, WOULD YOU MARRY ME?

  Loud gasps were heard around the room.  

It was only then that Ámbar realized all the guys had lined up except Pedro, who had disappeared behind them. Now, the guys separated in two lines, forming a passage for Pedro to walk through from the back of the stage, where he appeared to have retrieved something from his discarded jacket. With the object in his hand, he walked to where Delfi was standing.

“Did you know that too?” Ámbar teased her under her breath.

It was rather obvious by her best friend’s face that she did not know that was coming.

Pedro arrived in front of them and Ámbar took a step aside to let them have their moment. Nervously, the guy lifted the navy-blue box and held it open in front of Delfi, revealing a beautiful silver ring with a solitary stone. Delfi’s hands were over her chest, looking at her boyfriend agape.

“I know we talked about after you finished your magister, but I just couldn’t wait,” Pedro said with a sheepish smile. “And Jazmín over there,” he pointed at the girl, who waved with one hand as the other held her tablet, “is recording everything in case you want it for the Fab & Chic. She promised the exclusive would be yours.”

Delfi let out a little choked sound, as if she wanted to laugh but her tight throat didn’t let her. Her eyes shone from tears, but it was clear they were happy ones.

Pedro got on one knee.

“I love you, Delfi. I know I say it a lot and that I write songs about it, but even if I wrote you a thousand songs, I feel like it’d still not be enough to express how important you are to me. But I’m willing to try, for the rest of my life.” Lovingly, he smiled up at her. “What do you say, Delfi? Would you marry me?”

Delfi had a smile of her own as tears finally escaped her eyes.

“My love… obviously yes. A million times yes.”  

Cheers and claps erupted all around them as Pedro stood up, put the ring on Delfi’s finger and the happily engaged couple kissed between tears of joy.

As she watched it all, Simón came to stand next to Ámbar.

“Are you crying?” He teased her.

Ámbar wiped her cheek where a few tears had run down and shoved him playfully. “Oh, shut up.” She brought her eyes back to where her best friend was, surrounded by friends congratulating her and couldn’t help the tightening of her chest. “I’m so happy for them.”

Simón wrapped an arm around her and she leaned her head on his shoulder as she continued to stare at the magical moment.

“After this, the next proposal would have to have fireworks to be better,” Simón joked. “Or would it be better a more private setting? What do you think?”

“I think I’d rather cry my eyes out in privacy,” she laughed, seeing how her long-life friend continued to cry. Wearing water-proof makeup had been the best decision, looking back.  

Simón hugged her and kissed the top of her head.

“Okay.”

Ámbar frowned but Simón left her side to congratulate Pedro before she could ask what he meant with that ‘okay’.  

She had a strong feeling that she knew though.  

  Once again, a winner wasn’t decided, but no one really cared.

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Surprise, everyone!!! I finally finished the OneShot I talked to you about!  💖

This idea has been spinning around my head for months now and I reaaally love it, I hope you do too  💙 💙 💙 It all started with me imagining Simón singing ‘Torero’ by Chayanne and then I was listening to ‘Toxic’ by Britney Spears one day and I started imagining a choreography in my head, and well, the rest is history. 

If you don’t know any of these songs, I’ll leave here links so you can check them out with lyrics translated: Torero -  Toxic  |  I also recommend watching the official music videos if you haven’t done so. (x) (x) 

Describing dances with words is very hard, so feel free to imagine whichever moves you want to make it look awesome in your head  😎 

Honestly tho, my favorite part is the ending because I’m a hopeless romantic.   🌹 🌹 🌹

See you next time! -  ☾

[multiplefandomfics]

Elevator part 2

Norman x Reader

Warnings: smut, Norman Reedus, fluff, heartbreak,

Words: 2149

It had been 5 month since our last encounter in the hotel in Berlin. Since then I hadn’t heard a thing from Norman. I felt so used and thrown away it was embarrassing. But I had my pride and wasn’t gonna call or text him before he did. I was so angry at myself. How could I have been so dumb to think a film star like Norman Reedus would want something permanently from a girl like me? He could get any model type woman he wanted so why choose me? I made a total fool of myself and when I noticed that I immediately called my friend to cry.

I was so heartbroken that I wasn’t even able to enjoy the beautiful summer vacation with my friend to Great Britain. I was constantly in a bad mood it got even worse when I saw all the pictures on his Instagram account.

The weather was still amazing when September came around and I was sitting on my balcony at home when my phone rang. I was so in thoughts that I didn’t even look at the screen of my cell phone when I took the call. “Ja.” I said. “hello beautiful!” Immediately I was wide awake. “How dare you call me after almost half a year and then you come around with hello beautiful?” I yelled at him and walked inside my apartment. My neighbors didn’t have to know about the drama going on here. “I’m really sorry darling. I know I hurt you badly by not calling but at first I was really busy filming when I came back to the states and then time flew by so fast that I doubted such an amazing woman would still be available that’s why I didn’t call. And I know that is a shitty excuse but I just had to try my luck now. I couldn’t get you out of my mind sweetheart.” he sounded sincere but what did I know he was an actor after all so I stayed silent except for a “Pfft” he sensed my doubts and added suggestively: “I just have to see you again and as luck would have it I’m in town. Come meet me sweetheart and I show you how much I missed you.” “I don’t know.” I teased him. I didn’t want to let him know that his voice and words had already convinced me to give him a second chance. “Please?!” he begged and I could almost see his puppy dog eyes through the speaker. “Alright. Where and when?” I caved in.

Two hours later we met at his hotel in my town. My city was not the biggest so neither was the hotel. I had come on my bike to show off a little and he had mentioned he had rented one here and wanted to go for a ride maybe. He was already waiting for me in the lobby when I entered with my helmet over my arm. “Hey sweetheart. It’s so good to see you. I missed ya.” he hugged me tight. “Thank you for giving me this second chance.” he added. “Yeah I was hardly inclined not to come but then I wanted to know what you had to say.” I stayed emotionally distant not least because he had hurt me before and I didn’t want to head head first into a car crash again. We sat there for about an hour with coffee and talked. About his shows and new projects and he asked me about my work which was boring as always but he seemed intrigued nonetheless. It honestly felt like home with him and I couldn’t erase the warm feeling in my belly. We sometimes laughed so hard it hurt. It was wonderful. “So you wanna ride?” he suddenly asked. “eh yeah certainly.” I replied. We got ready and swung ourselves on our bikes. We had synchronized our speakers and started uphill and onto the street into the countryside. “Eat my dust Reedus.” I exclaimed and pushed the accelerator. “Not today Darlin.” he tried to catch up but failed miserably or maybe he wanted to let me win. I had to admit I was slowly falling for him again. On another thought I think I never really stopped. We held at a dam, bought ice cream and sat on a bank. “So how do you feel doing a slightly longer tour with me? Maybe coming into my show? I love riding with you.” he suggested. “Why? Norman seriously. What is this going on between us? The tension is killing me. You are sending me signals and I have no idea where to put them. Be honest with me. Am I just a fling for you? A girl for a little fun and a few nights? Or is there something real? I can’t take another hit.” I stared deeply into his eyes. He turned toward me and grabbed my hands. “How could you ever be just a fling to me? I fell for you the moment I stepped into the elevator all those month ago. And I was so jealous when Jeff constantly flirted with you even though I knew you weren’t mine back then.” he made a short break before saying: “Are you now? Mine I mean?” he asked almost shy. His eyes hidden by his long strands of hair. I had to swallow strongly. I was so enticed by him. He had me under his spell. “Yes.” I barely whispered. “Please don’t make me regret this decision.” I had tears in my eyes but the reason was still unclear at that moment. Happiness or fear of being heartbroken again. After my response I suddenly had his lips firmly pressed to mine as his hands ventured to my hips to pull me closer. I was a little taken aback but kissed him back eagerly. “So motorcycle tour?” he repeated his question as he pulled a little away from me. “Definitely yes. Anywhere, anytime.” I felt so confident about it. “What about now. I got a few weeks.” he suggested. “Now? Yeah why not. I just call my boss and quit. My job is damn boring and if we want to go further on this I can go with you. I’ll find a job anywhere.” this was going fast but it all felt right so I didn’t care. Maybe I was naive but every rational thought felt so far away. “Really? He asked excitedly. I nodded. “God I love you.” he added and then realized what he had just said. “Don’t worry I love you too.” I answered encouraged. “What about you life here? Friends, Family?” suddenly Norman sounded concerned. “Oh that won’t be a problem. I’m not close with any family and my only friend is (Y/F/N)  and she can come with us. She hates her job as much as I do and we are only available as a couple!” I stated. His shoulders relaxed visibly at my statement and he smiled again. “Then it is settled. We make a tour of Germany or maybe even Europe and then we get you a visa and go home.” he was excited as hell I could tell. I felt as happy as I hadn’t in years.

Said, done we went to his hotel, grabbed his stuff and brought it to my house for safekeeping. We took the necessities for the road and started driving. My job was long history too. First we visited all sorts of beautiful cities and places in my country. After a week we drove through France and then Spain and Portugal. From Calais we crossed the sea over to Dover and from then we made our journey through England, Wales, Scotland and Northern Ireland. It was magical. The landscape and people were amazing. After four weeks of touring the west side of Europe we found ourselves back in my home town. We had already talked to (Y/F/N) and she had agreed to move with you, threw her job out of the window and applied for a visa which was granted to both of us. At least for 6 month then we had to get creative. Before we wanted to fly to New York we sent my bike and some big belongings, which couldn’t be taken by plane on the way by ship. I had worried about the fact that I was younger than him by over 20 years for some time. Especially when it came to his son. But after video chatting with him a few times I thought he really started to like me. He was so much like his dad.

The last night in my apartment before the move we spent in bed. I woke up late that day with him kissing my neck and sucking at all the right spots. If that wasn’t a way to wake up. “Mhhh mornin’” I mumbled smiling. “Mornin babe.” he whispered against my neck. “Please Norman. I need you. I had a dream about you. A very nice one.” “Hmm what did I do? Tell me.” he kept kissing his journey toward my cleavage. I was so distracted by his mouth that I almost forgot to answer and I knew what that would bring me. “You were between my legs eating me out like the champ you are, baby.” I moaned. “hmm sounds nice. I am in for some breakfast.” I wasn’t able to see him moving so fast was he as he pulled the blankets away and buried his head between my legs. We were still naked from the activities the evening before. “Oh god Norm.” I moaned and threw my head back in pure pleasure. His tongue first drew pattern, I expect it to be his name, on my clit before he buried it in my slick cunt. I was already gushing and he hadn’t touched me much yet. When he entered two fingers suddenly I screamed his name and saw stars. I loved it when his long fingers crooked inside me and hit that one spot that had me trashing and slobbering all over the place. “Fuck. Harder.” I was only able to say one word sentences but he obliged. And soon I came all over his hand screaming his name. “Did that feel good baby?” he asked self assured. But he didn’t have to wait for an answer because I jumped his bones straddling his hips and stroking his hardening member. “Yes (Y/N) just like that.” he groaned. I loved the raspy sound of his voice. It got even deeper when he was in ecstasy. In that moment I couldn’t wait any longer so I raised myself on my knees and sank down on him. We both groaned in unison at the tight fit. He was huge and it always surprised me that he fit at all but after some adjustment time it felt like home. I could feel every vein on his cock and started to bounce slightly. He met my thrusts at every downward move by snapping his hips upward. “Feels so good baby. Hmm so tight and wet.” he groaned eyes closed enjoying the feeling of me taking charge for once. But after a while of me slowly moving up and down his length he had enough and flipped us so I was laying underneath him. With my heels pushed into his ass his leverage increased tenfold and he pistoned his hips in hard and fast just the way I liked it. “Yes don’t stop Norman. Feels amazing. Love your cock.” I moaned loudly and clenched around him signaling for me to reach my release shortly after. I screamed loudly. I had never been a screamer before but he pushed me onto new levels of euphoria. He kept pummeling his hips into my oversensitive pussy at an ungodly pace which brought me to another mind blowing orgasm as he found his release inside me. He pushed himself off of me and laid panting beside me. The only noises in the room where our ragged breathing and the tick tock of the alarm clock on the bedside table. After he was able to move again he got up and grabbed a washcloth from the bathroom to clean the mess up we had left between my thighs.

After that amazing last day we packed our remaining items picked up (Y/F/N) from her home and drove to the airport. We checked in to our flight and waited until we could board. We phoned some people in the meantime we wanted to say good bye to and then it was off to a new life. I couldn’t believe this was gonna happen but I was sure as hell gonna take what was about to come. I had finally found what I was missing in my life and I was not gonna let it go.

[cjxkpopxwriting]

Extra Stuffing - Sinday Drabble

Taehyung x American Reader - 🔥💕

Note: This is purely self indulgent and I didn’t have anything for Tae on the list yet! There is definitely some humor and hopefully some enjoyable smut. The other members do make an appearance. Happy Thanksgiving everybody!

Note note: omg this was longer than expected. I was hella sick for the last two days, but here it is. Hope everyone had a good holiday!

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So far, the guys seemed to enjoy Your American traditions. Everything from exchanging valentines all the way to hunting for colored eggs and even stealing kisses under mistletoe. You hadn’t had the chance to subject them to the wild day of over eating and taking naps and shopping online yet, however, and it was that time of year. “Kookie, you better get out of the kitchen! I swear if you stole another-“

The Maknae gave you a sheepish, deviled egg grin as he swiped the remaining filling off the edge of his lip and tilted his head. His English had greatly improved, though it still had an adorable accent and fumble to it that made you grin as he quickly apologized. You still didn’t know why he had to speak in English when you had learned Korean. “Noona, I’m so sorry. These egg... things are... so good. We need more.” You nodded, shooing his large frame out of the kitchen only to be pushed back in by another large frame.

Taehyung didn’t care too much to apologize to Jungkook as he shoved him aside for you, only giving the younger man a playful eyebrow waggle, his eyes going up in that silly face he made before he grabbed the ladle from the crock pot to pour himself another cup of apple cider. “This is good. But... I’m afraid I’m going to drink it all.” They were all in and out of the kitchen now, examining the plates you had assembled. Jin and Yoongi were really the only ones allowed since they cooked the most, but it seemed the smells were too much for the others to resist. “Don’t drink it all or you’re gonna be sick, Tae.”

He shrugged, and after eyeing you for a long moment, he retreated. Things had been different between the two of you. Stolen glances, less than innocent flirting and suggestive gestures. You had always known he could be down right dirty, keeping up with even Jimin and Namjoon, but lately it seemed he’d fallen into a habit of making you blush. Earlier, when you’d been found searching the cupboards, he’d all but given you a heart attack when his hand slid up the inside of your thigh to support you.

Originally, you’d passed it off as a caring gesture, one he’d do for any of the guys as well, but the rush of desire that came when he actually hefted you off the counter when you found the can of corn spoke otherwise. Maybe you were projecting your desire for him, but you couldn’t help but feel your body heat when his gaze left you to disappear under his lush lashes. Why did he have to look so damn good?

Could you just eat him for dinner?

“Namjoon!”

The scuffle in the dining area and several mumbled apologies from Namjoon alerted you right out of your wandering thoughts, making you gasp as you narrowly dodged burning yourself on a hot casserole dish. “What happened?” Tae came rushing in to pull off his shirt, the warm drink he’d just served himself staining the front of the white sweater. “Oh no.” You rushed to him, wiping the sticky liquid from his chest with a wet dishtowel before you looked his shirt over. “Go wash it according to the directions. It should be ok if you do it fast.”

He had frozen in place, missing your command while he gawked at your hands on his abdomen and chest. There had been several times the two of you had touched, but never like this that he could think of. Your touch was soft and careful, like you were somehow concerned over him being burned, though he was sure it hadn’t been quite that hot. “Noona, it’s ok.” As your eyes lifted to his, you finally snapped out of it to realize what the hell you were doing. “Oh! Sorry... uhm. Hurry! Dinner is ready.”

Aside from Namjoon, who was cleaning up the spill, you asked the others for help as Tae backed away toward the laundry room, and thanked the heat of the kitchen to explain your flushed face. The guys did not need to know that you were crushing on Taehyung. It would... be disastrous. “Careful, guys.” Hoseok and Jungkook placed your perfectly roasted bird on the table and you clapped your hands. “Oh my god, Norman Rockwell would be impressed. TAE! Put a shirt on and come sit for a picture.”

And so you could fucking breathe again.

The guys sat while Jungkook set his camera up on a delay, rushing back to his seat beside Jimin before he held up two fingers as they posed. The flash of the camera saved the moment in time as you let Jin cut the turkey, the others digging into the dishes. Green bean casserole, candied yams, dressing, salad, potato salad, mashed potatoes, rice (per their request), macaroni and cheese, deviled eggs, kimchi that Jin and Jungkook demanded, pumpkin pie, apple pie, and a caramel cheesecake, what was left of the cider, Soju, beer, soda, gravy, ham, and rolls.

If this wasn’t a carb load, you didn’t know what would be. They better be energized after this and ready to go... though the turkey might slow them down. “So... most of these are things I am used to eating at my own family gatherings. But we added some of your things so everything is balanced! Eat up!” You didn’t have to speak twice, the seven men around you stuffing their faces. Animated chatter had you distracted, but a tap against your shin made you turn to look at Tae, who offered you a bite of ham, rice, and kimchi. “Noona, this is good. Try.” You took the bite, the smirks around the table missed by your eyes.

Tae had voiced his interest in you several times with his members, but he had never really imagined you were going to even come close to reciprocating until now. The blushing cheeked glances and giggles and touches spoke volumes to him about your comfort with him, and he was not afraid to use that to his advantage. “Wow. That... the kimchi... it totally made that better!” Tae nodded and laughed softly, taking a sip of his cider as he eyed you over the rim of the cup.

If you could actually melt... you would’ve.

Between reminding Jungkook to chew his food fully so he didn’t choke and coordinating how to have them put whipped topping on their pie without unloading an entire can on their hands for a trick video for tik tok or their mouths to just eat it, dinner was rather entertaining. Eventually, the tryptophan started to kick in, however, Yoongi being the first one to retreat for a nap. Jungkook and Jimin had attempted to watch a movie while digesting, luring Namjoon and Jin in before they were all snoring.

Hoseok was able to help clean up before he retreated too, and you were sure you’d seen Tae disappear to his room. “Thank you Hobi!” He nodded and shuffled out, leaving you alone. Or at least you thought you were. Humming softly, you began putting the bit of leftovers away, leaning into the fridge. You closed it and turned only to immediately press back into the cool metal, Tae’s face right in front of you. “Kim Taehyung... where do you get off thinking you can just-“

The hungry kiss was not expected. How had he even just snuck up on you?! His lips were needy, working yours open to plunge his tongue past, leaving your reeling. Nope, this was not real. You had simply fell into a post feast day dream. There was no way you were playing tonsil hockey with Tae. But you had to let yourself enjoy it, moaning into the kiss as you threaded your fingers into his messy hair. Being lifted from the floor, you wrapped your legs around his waist and let him carry you, hiding your face in his neck when he proudly toted you past the snoring pile of men on the couch.

Maybe it wasn’t a dream?

The click of his door shutting as he shuffled with you in his arms pulled you from his neck, and he laid you down, lips finding yours again as he climbed between your legs. “You’ve been torturing me all day... and months before that. How am I supposed to keep my hands to myself?” He spoke softly against your lips before he opened his eyes, meeting your gaze. “I... Tae...” He worried for a second if he had read the signals wrong...

But then your hands pushed his new sweater up his back and he groaned softly when you nipped his bottom lip. “I’m still hungry... for you.” If that wasn’t the way to melt your panties you were sure the slick between your thighs was arousal for him then. His left hand pulled your body tight against his, right arm switching as he rotated out of his sweater you so insistently tugged over his head. “Tell me this is what you wanted... tell me I wasn’t wrong.” He was practically begging you to reinforce your attraction to him, and you whimpered and nodded.

Not satisfied, Tae caught your jaw in gentle fingertips, eyebrow raised as if he was waiting for you to clarify. “I... yes. I want you, Tae. God, I want you.” That was all he needed to hear, it seemed, his kiss feeling like it would swallow you up. Who knew he’d be this intense? Well, based off of Singularity, you should’ve known. His hands left your hips to tug your longer sweater dress off your body and over your head. You laid beneath him now in only leggings, leg warmers, and your underwear.

Long, delicate fingers traced the lace detail on your baby pink bra before they dipped up and inward to map out the swell of your cleavage. “Fuck... I can’t believe this... look at you.” He seemed beside himself and you blushed under his gaze, eyes tracing his features. He had gained a lot of muscle over the last few months, looking absolutely delectable. Your tongue and teeth were practically itching to trace every inch of him. And dammit... you meant every inch.

He called you up with the waggle of his fingers before he reached behind you to undo your bra. It took a moment, and he laughed in his frustration before you helped him, his laugh softening against your lips. “I’ve dreamed of this moment, baby. Making you mine... showing you how you make me feel.” His deep voice left you vibrating under him, pressing closer wherever you could for contact. His fingers hooked under the tack of your bra and tugged, freeing your chest from its prison. You didn’t miss the little inhale he did as he laid eyes on you.

Your mind could have never imagined being the reason for Tae’s undoing. He looked so enraptured by just looking at you, but acted like a man starved as he kissed between them, over the soft mound of each as well, before he swirled a nipple with that skillful tongue of his and then all but swallowed it up. The sound you made was probably just as unbelievable because you were sure you didn’t sound like a damn pornstar. “God... Tae...”

He felt the need in your pleading words and use of his name, deft fingertips already shedding your leggings and panties right along with them. He needed to feel you. Instantly greeted by your slick arousal, he groaned and pulled back to watch his fingers work you into a panting frenzy. “That’s all because of me? Damn baby, I should’ve made a move a long time ago... fuck, look at you.” You wished you could. For now, you’d have to take his word for it. “Ah... mhmm, like that.”

“I’ll taste you fully another day baby. Right now I need to fill you up.” He sucked his fingers clean so lewdly that you clenched around nothing, dazed and needy as he stripped off his jeans and boxers. Jimin hadn’t lied. Tae was impressive on all accounts. He was perfectly thick, longer than you’d expected, and the softest dusty pink you had ever imagined. Any other day you might’ve sobbed and begged to suck him off. But right now... you needed him buried to the hilt inside you.

“Condom?”

You almost missed the question, and you sputtered to life, fingers reaching to touch him as you kissed his lips. “No, I’m a big girl. I come protected thanks to Mirena.” He blinked and you laughed. “Sorry... birth control.” Finally understanding, you squeaked when he launched forward, scooping you up to drag you up the bed, before he dipped between your thighs and wasted not another second in connecting your bodies.

You’d never felt so full. So whole. So... stuffed.

“Oh my god.”

He grunted when you grappled with his body, trying to hang on somehow when he thrusted. It was so much all at once that you made a ridiculous attempt to catch your breath at the same time it was being forced out of you. “Are you ok?” He whimpered, his next thrust gentler as you nodded. Your Head was too far gone to form sentences, so you inhaled softly, able to breathe again, and stroked his face. “I’m fine... so big. Fuck.” His smirk was your only warning before he snapped his hips again, with gusto, earning frantic noises from your lips before he tried to silence them with a kiss.

“You’re so fucking tight... damn.”

You were vaguely aware of his arm over you, gripping the headboard so it didn’t hit the wall. Legs hitched up higher, your brain spiraled down into pleasure as he let himself go, fucking you into the mattress. His pace was almost bruising, the poor man having been driven insane over the last few months, wanting you but not knowing if he could have you. Gasping your praises as he pushed you over the edge, you caught the perfect sight of Taehyung losing his mind over how you clenched around him through your blurry vision.

“Fuck baby, that’s it... take it.”

He was so damn dirty, and you loved it. Feeling him empty himself into you after a handful of stuttering thrusts, you fell limp under him, only to be scooped up and held close. Taehyung groaned as he laid back in his bed, letting you straddle him. Hot kisses spread up your throat and along your jaw before he kissed you in a much softer way, almost lazy and indulgent. “I promise I’ll go softer in round two baby... I just couldn’t wait...” you found your words as you laughed, pulling from his lips to look him in the eye. “Wait for what?” His smirk told you something dirty was coming, and he snorted. “You know... like you said about the turkey...” He chuckled at your face, and licked his lips.

“You said it needed extra stuffing.”

[chaos-burst]

Five times Molly wears a dress and one time Caleb helps him to take one off. 

[ ao3 ]

I.

"But what if—"

“No.”

“But it would be—”

“It’s out of the question!”

Fjord sighed and massaged his temple. Molly was rather amused about his exasperation.

“Beau, it’s not that big of a problem. Yasha looks too Xhorhassian, Jester is Jester and we need someone on the inside to charm the ambassador!”

Beau looked at him, her eyes narrowed and her arms crossed in front of her chest. Molly wondered about her past and why she was so adamant to not wear a dress. Ever. It’s not like he was about to ask her, but he did remember the little talk they had on the cemetery where Beau declared that her childhood had been meant for someone else.

“You know me! I can’t do shit that requires charm! Also, I will not squeeze myself into this horrible dress! Dresses are out of the question!”

Molly could see that Fjord tried very hard not to sigh again, but he barely managed. He decided to take pity on him when he saw the rebellious look on Beau’s face.

“I think you’re both missing the obvious”, Molly chimed in, a wide grin on his face that showed his fangs in all their glory. Fjord raised a brow. As far as he was concerned it was probably rarely a good thing when this kind of grin appeared on Mollymauk’s face.

“I look fabulous in dresses and I am very charming”, Molly said and bowed dramatically in Fjord’s direction.

Beau gestured towards Molly.

“See? Now that’s all cleared up I can go and do something meaningful with my time”, she declared, turned around and left Fjord and Molly behind. Fjord didn’t look convinced.

“You sure you’re up for this?”, he asked. Molly couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Sure, Fjord hadn’t seen him in a dress so far, but Molly would’ve thought that Fjord had a little more faith in Molly’s ability to adapt.

“Don’t worry, my friend. Just leave the dress here and I’ll get ready to charm the ambassador’s wits away”, he assured Fjord and took the dress from his arms, looking at it while he hummed a small tune under his breath. As soon as Fjord had left, Molly took off his clothes and started to squeeze himself into the rather tight, black dress. The thought of Beau wearing this made him grin gleefully while he looked at his reflection and pondered whether or not to use his disguise kit for cleavage.

The plan was easy enough: Break into the ambassador’s office while he was attending the ball, steal the scroll with delicate information about troop movements and Xhorhassian spies and maybe, subtly make the ambassador fear for his life—but only after the scroll was successfully obtained.

To make sure that the ambassador wouldn’t leave the party early, they had to make sure that he was otherwise occupied. The reason why Fjord had asked Beau in the first place probably had been her privileged background and the knowledge she brought to the table. But Beau had been right—when it came to charming someone, she was the wrong choice.

Molly actually applauded her for the fitting self evaluation while putting his hair up, carefully placing the strands of dark purple hair around his horns and putting some colorful pins in them to hold them in place.

He went through his bag to search for some color to put on his lips and took a step back to the mirror when a voice made him turn around.

“You look… good. Really good.”

The words had been so quietly uttered that Molly almost missed them. He turned around to see Caleb stand in the doorway, his blue eyes pinned to a point above Molly’s waist.

Molly thought about saying “Oh, I know, darling” and wink to make Caleb blush even more than he was already. But strangely enough his insides were buzzing pleasantly at the look on Caleb’s face and he found a soft, pleasant warmth spreading through his body.

“Thank you, Caleb”, he answered and made way for a genuine smile on his face.

Caleb looked rather dashing himself. He had put his shabby coat aside for an elegant, black cloak rimmed with gold. His hair was carefully put into a ponytail, his face freshly shaven and washed and a rather soft looking scarf was placed around his neck.

Molly’s eyes wandered over Caleb’s body and finally came to a halt on his face.

“Ah… well. I–uh. I came to tell you that we are ready to go”, Caleb said, his eyes darting around without holding Molly’s gaze for more than a split second.

“I’ll be down in a second. I need to make my lips a bit more kissable”, Molly answered and now he did wink. It had the desired effect of making Caleb blush some more and for a heartbeat Molly thought Caleb wanted to comment on the kissability of Molly’s lips, but he just nodded stiffly and rushed off, leaving Molly behind with butterflies in his stomach.

This thing between them had been going on for quite some time now. The careful flirting, the glances and smiles, casual gifts—if it wasn’t Caleb, Molly would talk about the most reserved wooing he ever heard about. But as far as he was concerned, it could all be a misunderstanding. Caleb never seemed interested in anything concerning romance, relationships or even casual sex.

Usually Molly would simply ask. But asking Caleb whether or not he wanted Molly might scare him to death and stop everything. And the one thing Molly didn’t want was for it—whatever it was—to stop.

When Molly finally came downstairs he earned a whistle from Beau and an impressed nod from Fjord. Caleb’s face was beet red and he looked everywhere except at Molly but Molly thought that he could live with it since Caleb had told him he looked good before.

“Let’s go and charm an ambassador”, Molly said with a wide grin and made a small curtsey. Fjord snorted and Beau laughed, but Molly’s eyes rested on Caleb, who seemed to breathe in a very concentrated manner. Then he put out his arm to Molly and Molly felt his heart stumble.

He took the arm.

“Auf geht’s”, Caleb muttered.

Molly considered for the hundredth time to learn Zemnian.

II.

“Fjord, why are you being all gloomy?”, Nott wanted to know while she gingerly counted all her new crossbow-bolts. Fjord’s usually carefully guarded face was an almost painful grimace while he watched Jester try on several dresses.

When Jester went shopping, everyone was involved. Molly loved it because he loved it when Jester was happy and excited and he enjoyed fashion—but Fjord usually looked as if he was trying to give birth to a baby beholder.

“I just don’t like shopping that much”, Fjord said. Molly rolled his eyes at Fjord and grinned.

“You know what would be great? If I tried on some dresses as well”, he prompted, making Fjord groan and Jester cheer.

“Do you think Caleb and Beau are ok?”, he heard Nott’s voice outside the dressing room. He simply grabbed the first dress that was close to him and didn’t look like a total atrocity—this was mostly to annoy Fjord, after all.

“Why wouldn’t they be?”, Fjord answered. Molly heard Jester fuss about some lace in the room next to him while one of the merchants fussed over her, telling her how the dress she chose made her look wonderfully slim.

“Why would I want to look slimmer, though?”, Jester asked, the confusion in her voice so genuine that Molly couldn’t help smiling. He wondered if a red dress wouldn’t be a bit much, but it did have a nice slit revealing his left leg and Molly could’ve sworn that it fit the red of his eyes perfectly.

When he exited the dressing room, Jester let out an excited “Ohh, Molly!” but Molly didn’t have time to gush about the dress with Jester, because only a heartbeat later a loud rustling and a dull thud came from the door and when Molly’s head turned he saw Caleb, holding only a few scrolls of parchment while two books and even more scrolls lay scattered on the floor around him.

“Come on, Caleb. Pull yourself together, man”, Beau groaned and started to pick up some of the parchment scrolls. Molly’s eyes caught Caleb’s and there it was again, that wonderful shade of red in the face of Molly wearing dresses. Once is chance, Molly thought, twice might be a coincident, but three. Three might make a pattern.

While Caleb got on his knees to pick up his books, Molly turned around to Jester.

“Hey Jester, do you think I should buy this one?”

III.

The next chance Molly got to wear a dress was not the red one he had actually bought after Jester’s enthusiastic “Yes!”, but one of Jester’s dresses. They were too big for him and he didn’t care much for pink—not because of the color per se but the color on him specifically. In Molly’s opinion it clashed horribly with his eyes.

But after a particular nasty incident with a kind of monster that had been insistent to vomit black, acidic slime everywhere, most of Molly’s clothes had been destroyed. His coat was fine, thanks to Jester’s mending, but he had no pants left and since he had been carrying his bag with him… well.

Molly wouldn’t worry so much about having no pants, but being a Tiefling drew enough attention and most of the time they didn’t need more attention.

Now he sat on Jester’s bed in a light blue dress that was all frilly and hanging from one of his shoulders because he was way skinnier than Jester. Jester seemed content, though.

“Light blue is very nice on your skin, Molly”, Jester said and tied a ribbon with a matching color to one of his horns.

“I could’ve worn my red one”, Molly said with a grin while Jester arranged his jewelry around the ribbon. “Thankfully that’s in your bag.”

“Oh, you know, I really like sharing my stuff. The red one is way too tight to be comfortable. And Beau never wants to wear any of my dresses, so this is really nice.”

“Hey”, came Beau’s voice from a few feet away, “your dresses are awesome, they’re just not for me.”

Molly snorted at the thought of Beau in a frilly dress with lace and little bows.

“Do you think Fjord and Caleb got all the slime off by now?”, Jester mused and sat down beside Molly before curling up on the bed and putting her head on one of his thighs. Molly put his hands into Jester’s curls immediately. He was glad that he found someone who was able to put up with his tactile behavior—because touching people was like breathing to him.

Yasha got used to it after a while at the carnival, but she was gone quite often. So now Molly had Jester to cuddle with. If he was being perfectly honest with himself he would love to touch Caleb all the time as well. But Caleb wasn’t into physical affection as far as Molly knew—usually he shrank into himself when someone got too close. So Molly kept his distance most of the time.

He remembered the first time Caleb saw him in a dress and the ball they had attended together. When the ambassador had gotten a bit too touchy even for Molly’s tastes—especially with someone who wasn’t his type at all—Caleb had seemed offended, angry. Angry enough to blast a hole into the ballroom floor to get the ambassador away from Molly and burn off the guy’s eyebrows in the process.

Molly sighed.

All this behavior pointed to—well. Maybe not.

There was a knock on the door.

“Yes, come in, nobody is naked!”, Jester called.

The door opened and Fjord and Caleb entered the room. Fjord was wearing some of his usual clothes but Caleb looked as if he borrowed something as well. Since the clothes he wore were too big for him Molly guessed that they belonged to Fjord. Maybe there was a hint of jealousy, a little jab inside his ribcage.

It was rendered neutral the moment Caleb laid eyes on Molly in Jester’s dress.

Three is a pattern, Molly thought to himself while grinning up at Caleb. He stuck his tongue out.

“Like my outfit?”, he teased. Caleb’s cheeks looked as if someone ignited firecrackers on them and he averted his eyes so fast, Molly almost believed Caleb hadn’t looked at him at all. Jester got up from his thigh to giggle about Caleb basically drowning in Fjord’s clothes.

Molly’s heart stumbled in his chest and he groaned internally. Feelings were a mess. He might have to drink himself into a stupor later to get a hold of himself and forget about the way Caleb’s hands turned into fists and his face lit up when he looked at Mollymauk, as if he had a hard time not reaching out and touching him as well.

IV.

When the vengeful nobleman from Nicodranas came to hunt Jester down, Molly volunteered as decoy. It was the logical thing to do—he was also a Tiefling and with a bit of help from his disguise kit he could turn his skin blue. He was a melee-fighter other than Jester, so it made sense that she would be kept out of harm’s way.

This also meant that Molly got to wear a dress again.

“I don’t think this is a good idea”, Caleb had murmured. Molly had chosen to ignore him.

Now they were in a battle with quite a few mercenaries and of course—of course they had a mage.

“Bring that mage down!”, Fjord shouted across the battlefield while Jester’s colorful lollipop floated across the forest clearing to punch one of the mercenaries into the ground.

“And take those shackles off of Molly!”, Yasha shouted back while she was locked in combat with three mercenaries at once. Molly could hear Nott scramble behind him to get his hands free but the mage kept throwing spells at them. Molly couldn’t see Caleb.

“Where is Caleb?”

“He’s over there with Jester”, Nott answered hastily and then Molly’s hands were finally free. Nott threw his swords in Molly’s lap and ran off again, firing one of her bolts into the back of one of Yasha’s attackers.

Molly rushed past Beau who screamed obscenities at one of the enemy fighters as if her words could actually hurt him as much as her punches. Molly almost forgot that he was still wearing one of Jester’s dresses as he ducked under spells and arrows and then swirled around with his swords to decapitate one of the enemies surrounding Fjord.

Nott’s scream made Molly turn around and almost fall over his own feet as he saw her being thrown back, flying through the air and crashing into one of the trees nearby. The enemy mage had his hands outstretched in her direction and Molly cursed under his breath, but he had no chance of getting to the mage to make him stop hurting Nott.

At the sound of Nott screaming Caleb stepped forward from behind the tree and the mage turned around instinctively, as if he was able to feel the presence of one of his own as Caleb made a few complicated gestures with his hand—but the other man was faster.

The scorching ray of magical fire flew towards Caleb and Molly saw his blue eyes widen.

With as much force as he could manage Molly threw himself between Caleb and the flames to bridge the distance in time, causing Jester’s dress on his body to light up immediately as the spell hit him. Molly knew that he was resistant to fire, but it still hurt as he stretched his arms out wide to shield Caleb from the flaming heat.

“YOUR DICK IS THE SMALLEST MY MOM HAS EVER SEEN”, Jester screamed in Infernal, causing the mage to blink in confusion and pain. Molly could barely breathe. He went down on his knees and almost lost one of his swords in the same moment Caleb’s spell flew past him and hit the mage in the middle of his chest. Then Fjord’s falchion pierced him from behind.

“Mollymauk, you foolish, mad—“

Molly gasped for air and held onto his swords as Caleb helped him up, his fingers touching a patch of burned skin. Molly bit his lips to stop himself from shouting out in pain.

“Sorry for the dress, Jester”, he croaked as she rushed past.

“I’ll buy some new ones, don’t worry about it, Molly”, she called and threw her hands out to him to heal some of his wounds before running over to where Nott had fallen.

“Mollymauk, are you ok?”

Soft fingers touched Molly’s naked shoulder. The dress was almost completely burned off, leaving Molly mostly naked in the clearing.

“I will be. Fire is mostly fine for me. DUCK!”

Molly grabbed Caleb and pulled him down.

“It was a very pretty dress though.”

Molly almost missed the words uttered by Caleb as their wizard threw a scorching ray out, hitting three of the men at the same time. Molly couldn’t stop himself, he put his hands over Caleb’s eyes to shield him from the sight of burning people while Yasha and Beau felled the last mercenaries.

“What are you doing?”, Caleb asked softly.

“Not sure, to be honest”, Molly said, Caleb’s skin warm and wonderfully unhurt under his fingers. All he wanted was for Caleb to not go to that dark place he sometimes went to when he saw people burn. Adrenaline was coursing through Molly’s blood after being lit on fire and from the thrill of the fight. But there was also the very hasty thumping of his heartbeat and Molly was pretty sure that it was caused by a certain shabby someone complimenting his dress.

The others found them like that—Molly kneeling in front of Caleb, his hands covering Caleb’s eyes and with patches of Molly’s skin burned and full of blisters. Caleb did not move or ask Molly to take his hands away and honestly, Molly just wanted to touch Caleb for a bit longer.

“Is something wrong with Caleb’s eyes?”, Nott shrieked as soon as she reached them.

“No. His eyes are—“

Beautiful as ever.

“Fine.”

Finally—finally Molly took his hands away and revealed Caleb’s face, a little dirty and sweaty from the fighting and a little red, but otherwise unharmed.

“That was a very brave thing you did, Molly. Thank you”, Nott said quietly. Molly managed a grin despite his exhaustion.

“Can’t let my favorite wizard get turned to charcoal now, can I?”, he answered, his eyes never leaving Caleb’s face. Caleb stared back at him, surprisingly steady and almost a little too intense for Molly’s tastes, because it made his heart stutter in his chest and his hands feel clammy from all the nervous energy.

Fjord put Molly’s coat around his shoulders to cover him up. Molly sighed and slumped down.

“I don’t think I want to walk back”, he said, looking at his unfamiliarly blue skin. But this is worth it, he thought. Because Jester is safe now and Caleb didn’t burn to death. It’s all fine.

“I can carry you to the cart”, Yasha offered, not even waiting for Molly’s answer. She simply picked him up as if he weighed nothing, tucked him into his own coat and looked down on him with a searching look as if to check if Molly was really fine.

“I’m ok”, he said. She nodded.

“I’m glad”, she answered and started walking. “And so is Caleb.”

Molly wondered how obvious he was when even Yasha realized he had a massive crush on their wizard.

V.

Being in love was exhausting.

Molly had never been in love before—as far as he knew. He wasn’t particularly interested in Lucien’s love life—as far as Molly was concerned Lucien could’ve been married to the love of his life and Molly wouldn’t ever want to see that person again.

Sex and casual flirting were different, something Molly found fun. Feelings, on the other hand, not so much.

His heart seemed to be in hyperactive mode whenever he so much as looked at Caleb. Whoever invented the process and symptoms of falling in love clearly didn’t know what they were doing. If it were any other person Molly liked, he might have flirted harder, he might even proposition all those dirty things that came to his mind when he lay awake at night and thought about Caleb.

But alas, Caleb was pretty much like a panicked deer when it came to flirting and being touched.

So Molly was left the pining idiot he was, following Caleb with his eyes wherever he went, volunteering for second watches—which were always the worst ones—just to spend time with him. He even got around to inquire about Caleb’s magic just to see his face light up and listen to him go on and on about spell components and casting times and Molly only understood half of it but just hearing Caleb talk made him so happy that he wanted to puke his guts out.

Being in love was definitely the worst.

“You’re almost as grumpy as Beau these days”, Nott remarked and looked at Molly curiously. Molly, of course, had been watching Caleb again.

“Say that again and I might turn you inside out”, he warned. Nott didn’t seem fazed at all. She took a big swig from her flask and followed his gaze to where Caleb was reading a book. There wasn’t much to see per se, but Molly was pretty sure that he had never seen anything more alluring than Caleb feeling safe and unguarded with a mug of steaming tea and a book.

Ugh.

“Give me some of your booze”, he demanded and held out his glass to Nott who narrowed her eyes at him but complied, filling his glass to the brim. Molly chugged it down in one go.

“One more.”

“Why are you grumpy?”, Nott wanted to know.

“Give me more booze and I might tell you”, he lied.

Nott snorted and filled his glass again.

“It doesn’t matter anyway”, she said and watched him chugging the second drink as well, “I know that you’re in love with Caleb.”

Molly almost choked on his drink while Nott kept watching him with a knowing look. This was not a conversation Molly wanted to have. With Nott of all people.

“Why would you think that?”

Nott raised her brow. For someone so small she was surprisingly good at looking down on people—a skill she had developed over time. Molly found this disapproving look way too powerful. He didn’t have a childhood or a mother, not that he knew, but this was how it must be like to come home after curfew and try to lie about it.

“He’s my boy. I know when people look at him. I mean, look. And you’ve been staring holes into his coat for weeks now. I’m not stupid, you know?”

Molly looked at her and considered deflecting, changing the topic, hell, he would even make up an attraction to Jester if it would keep Nott off his heels. But Molly hadn’t talked about his crush with anyone yet and it was as if he was bursting at the seams with all those terrible emotions bottled up inside him.

“Fine, you’re right. But it’s not like I can bloody do anything about it”, he hissed und held his glass in her direction again.

Nott filled it a third time.

“I don’t want him hurt, but I see the way he looks at you, too. And don’t get me started on that whole cross dressing thing you have going on”, Nott said.

Molly snorted.

“Is it cross dressing when you wear dresses and are not a guy in the traditional sense?”

Nott sighed.

“Whatever. I know he likes it when you wear dresses, cross or not cross”, Nott said and took some more swigs from her flasks. She left her mask off almost all the time now, showing her jagged teeth and huge yellow eyes wherever they went. With a certain reputation came fear and people recognized them as the Mighty Nein more often than not—a group they didn’t want to pick fights with.

“I thought so”, Molly muttered and threw Caleb another look.

Nott stayed quiet for some time, taking a few more swigs and filling Molly’s glass with her never ending alcohol supply.

“You could put on that red dress and I can get the others out of here”, Nott suggested while Molly drank his fifth glass of bad whiskey. He could feel a buzz at the back of his head already.

“Why? You want me to seduce him? He’s probably going to run away as soon as he figures out we’re alone in the room”, Molly answered. Nott rolled her eyes.

“Don’t be an idiot, Molly. Put on that fucking dress. And if you hurt my boy, I’ll shoot you in your sleep”, she said and ushered away, surprisingly steady on her feet.  

Molly was pretty sure that he wouldn’t be as steady as Nott when he got up but at the thought of everyone leaving and—this was a horrible idea.

He had to do it.

Molly knew he was hammered as soon as he stepped onto the stairs to their rooms and needed three tries to take the first two steps. It was a small wonder that he even managed to get to his room unscathed, let alone find the dress among his things. Usually putting on a dress would take him half a minute and after almost falling over himself two times he managed to get the dress on.

He knew that Caleb liked him in dresses. Nott told him that Caleb liked him in dresses. So what Molly wanted to do now was make Caleb get this fucking dress off him as fast as possible, which seemed weirdly doable after Nott’s pep talk.

Molly considered putting on lipstick but he decided against it. If he wanted to snog the fuck out of Caleb lipstick would simply make them both look like clowns.

Molly didn’t like clowns.

He liked Caleb. And sex. And ideally both things together at the same time.

Damn, he was drunk.

There was a small knock on the door that made Molly spin around. And there was Caleb, looking slightly concerned.

“Nott told me you wanted to—why are you wearing a dress?”

Molly opened his mouth to explain but his words escaped him. All his smooth talking and swindling and his bullshitting in the face of stressful situations didn’t prepare him for falling in love with the human equivalent of a mimosa.

“I like dresses”, he slurred and felt stupid. Caleb definitely made him stupid. And gods, he was so fucking smart and Molly was a babbling mess of pining and unrequited horniness.

Why did his life lead to this?

“I ah—I noticed. Ja”, Caleb murmured, his eyes now darting away from Molly’s face. Molly considered to just go for it, just kiss him right on the lips, push him up against the wall and draw sweet little noises out of Caleb, but Molly had seen Caleb’s panic and his discomfort when people touched him.

“I am very drunk right now”, Molly informed Caleb. “And you can’t hold this against me, if I say anything really dumb you should just forget it and pretend I never said it.”

Caleb’s eyes flickered back to his face and Molly watched as Caleb slowly closed the door behind him.

“Ok, we can do that, ja”, Caleb answered. His hands were fidgeting and he looked agitated. Molly felt miserable.

“Listen, I just. Ok, fuck it, this is all Nott’s fault, yeah? She made me come up here and I nearly fell down the stairs two times and she said I should—Ugh. Fuck. Ok, here’s the thing. I might have feelings. Weird, inappropriate and very much unwelcome feelings. And I know that you’re not into this. Or me. Or people, in general. I just. I’m making a fool of myself right now, and usually that doesn’t bother me but I—“

Molly stopped and sat down on the bed.

For the longest, most terrible time nothing happened. Then Molly heard hesitant steps and finally the bed dipped down beside him and Caleb sat down. Their shoulders almost touched and Molly suddenly wished he would have just left his coat on.

“Feelings”, Caleb said very softly.

“Oh, fuck off”, Molly said.

“I don’t burn ambassadors’ eyebrows off for just anyone, Mollymauk.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t throw myself between flames and just anyone either.”

There was a long moment of silence and then Caleb spoke again.

“You are very drunk.”

“Yeah”, Molly answered.

“So… how about—what if you go to sleep now. And then we talk a bit more in the morning, when you’re sober again.”

“To be honest that sounds like a terrible idea”, Molly said frankly and he heard a small laugh beside him. Maybe this wasn’t so terrible. It had been horrible at first, then it had been a bit less horrifying—even though there hadn’t been any kisses and way too many clothes for anything Molly might have hoped for.

“What about calculated risks?”, he wanted to know. Caleb smiled at him and Molly thought that if he were still standing his legs might’ve given out from under him.

Damn.

“Every moment with you is a calculated risk, Mollymauk Tealeaf.”

Molly groaned and simply flopped down on the bed, curling around Caleb’s backside like a cat and giving him a slap on the shoulder with his tail.

“I’ll just sleep and hope my dignity grows back over night”, he murmured and pushed his face into the pillow. He basically admitted his feelings. While being drunk and wearing a dress. The original plan to seduce Caleb masterfully in this rather marvelous piece of clothing had gone awry after only two seconds but Molly should have seen it coming.

Drunk Molly was a chaotic force of nature and nothing could be planned when too much alcohol was involved.

“Gute Nacht, Mollymauk”, Caleb uttered under his breath and a blanket was placed over his shoulders in such a gentle manner that Molly almost felt like crying.

V + I

When Molly woke up, the first thing he noticed was that his hangover wasn’t as bad as he’d feared. The second thing he noticed was that he was still wearing the dress—which made sense because he never got around to compel Caleb to take it off of him.

And then there was Frumpkin.

The cat lay beside him on the bed, sleeping soundly on Molly’s pillow. Molly’s heart went into overdrive immediately which wasn’t exactly the gentlest way to wake up. Frumpkin wasn’t impressed when Molly sat up abruptly and scrambled off the bed to find the washing room.

Kissing someone when the inside of your mouth tasted as if a small animal had died inside there was a bad idea, so Molly spent the better part of half an hour in the bathroom to make himself as presentable as possible. Maybe he should just take the damn dress off and behave like a normal person for once.

But then again, Molly was very bad at behaving like normal people.

Before he could talk himself out of it he knocked on Caleb’s door and to his surprise Caleb opened after only a few seconds, looking as if he’d been awake for hours. Nott was nowhere to be seen.

“Caleb, I swear to Bahamut, if I don’t get to kiss you right now I might—“

He had no opportunity to finish his sentence.

Caleb’s lips were on his and Molly made a sound somewhere between a moan and a surprised yelp. He pushed one of his hands into Caleb’s hair and grabbed his shirt collar with the other one to pull Caleb closer, to kiss him harder.

Molly couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t even think.

Caleb made a small sound in the back of his throat and Molly pushed him backwards to kick the door shut behind them, his body pressing against Caleb’s, trying to bring them impossibly closer together. Damn, he had wanted to feel Caleb under his fingers for so long, he was dizzy with the actual sensation of it.  

“Didn’t you want to talk about feelings?”, Caleb panted, his hands shaking so hard that Molly was afraid he might faint at any moment.

“Feelings, yeah. Sure. I have those. For you”, Molly said while peppering Caleb’s face with kisses. “Can we please keep making out now?”

Caleb’s eyes were dark, his mouth slightly open and his lips already swollen—as if he hadn’t kissed anyone in a very long time. I did this to him, Molly thought in a haze of arousal and a heat wave of want. His insides felt as if they had been set on fire.

“I am afraid I am rather hopelessly in love with you, Mollymauk Tealeaf”, Caleb rasped, his eyes closed and his cheeks the darkest shade of red Molly had yet seen on him. Molly’s insides dissolved into a swarm of butterflies and he swallowed heavily as he leaned forward and kissed Caleb’s cheeks, the tip of his nose, his closed eyelids and his forehead.

“Fuck you, Mr. Caleb”, he whispered, his voice cracking. “I’m terribly in love with you too.”

Caleb’s eyes opened, his pupils blown wide and from where Molly’s hand now rested on Caleb’s neck he could feel his pulse racing. Molly wanted to make it race even faster.

“Please tell me I can touch you more”, Molly croaked, helplessly pressing himself closer to Caleb. He was already half hard in his dress that seemed like the most foolish fashion choice right now because it was tight and limited his movements.

“Yes, please.”

Caleb’s voice was barely more than a whisper but it was enough for Molly. He pulled his dress up as far as he could manage and threw Caleb a pointed look. Caleb blinked at him, dazed and a little confused until he realized what Molly was asking of him. He helped Molly lift the dress over his head and onto the floor it went.

“Will you wear dresses for me more often?”, Caleb asked hoarsely and his eyes raked over Molly’s naked body as if he was drinking it in.

“Darling, I’ll wear whatever you like”, Molly purred before taking Caleb’s face in his hands, pressing his lips to Caleb’s once more. Caleb’s back hit the wall behind him and Molly pressed his body against Caleb’s, pushing his thigh between Caleb’s skinny legs and forcing them open. He bit Caleb’s bottom lip and got a desperate, needy moan that went straight between his legs.

Fuck.

Molly knew he wouldn’t last. He’d had sex with so many different people but never like this, never with his heart beating so fast that he was almost afraid it might break his ribcage. He kept kissing Caleb, again and again and Caleb opened up for him, let Molly’s tongue in and moaned helplessly every time Molly bit his lips and grabbed his hair a little harder than necessary.

Molly wanted to ruin him.

But right now all he could do was press his crotch against Caleb’s thigh, rutting against him like a desperate and inexperienced teenager while Caleb held onto him and panted his name in between kisses, his shaking hands holding onto Mollymauk like a drowning man in the open sea.

“Don’t stop”, Caleb whispered and his voice was so needy, so desperate—it sent Molly right over the edge and he came all over Caleb’s pants untouched. Caleb followed just seconds after him, his knees giving out as his orgasm hit him, so Molly had to hold him upright while still breathing heavily.

“Will you ever wear a dress for me?”, Molly croaked and pressed a few soft kisses to Caleb’s throat. Caleb didn’t answer for a few heartbeats and Molly was afraid he might pass out. But then his blue eyes opened, still a little unfocused and he smiled blurrily at Molly.

“For you that is a risk I would probably take, Mr. Mollymauk.”