#but like damn she was right in front of me (100 feet away)

[generationa1trauma]

just got hit by the realization I saw sabrina live like she was right there

[henneseyhoe]

BEDROOM BULLY (a sequel)

Chiron x BLACK!FEM!Reader.

——>(Pt1)<——

WARNINGS:no protection(wrap it df up), dirty talk, rough seggsss, daddy kink, reader is kinda delusional, shortttt y’all know the deal, it’s nasty! just read it!

SUMMARY: Chiron took the reader back to his place after their car meet session and he shows her that his grillz ain’t the only thing that can shine!

Ps. I wanted to do this before the spooky shit lmao. Hope y’all enjoy.<3

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Legs shaking, toes curling, eyes rolling. You had reached an all time high with your friends slut-meter. You facetimed them right after getting ate like thanksgiving dinner, geeking in this man’s passenger seat like the man in question wasnt a few feet away and the bottom of your ass wasn’t soaking wet, your thighs sticking together like honey on skin.

“Was it good?”

“You really let him do that?!”

“How many times you came?”

All comments they blurted out to you after getting the deets, and you answered all questions in complete honesty.

“You so lucky! His friend babymama started calling when I pulled down my pants”

One of your friends complained, making you cackle. covering your mouth so he couldn’t hear you laughing like a hyena while looking through his trunk for something to wipe your legs off with, you heard many more questions from the curious girls.

“Did you see how big he was though? Or y’all ain’t get that far?”

“You gon let him fuck?”

“Let him fuck? Of course she is! If I was her I would have been on the dick, fuck getting a towel and callin’ you hoes!” one of your friends answered for you.

“It would take 100 surgeons to remove me from that dick”

“Ouuu, I saw how he looked at you too. I just know that dick heavy”

And your friend was indeed right. It was.

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“DAMN, BABY-“ you shook and cried out as you allowed him to break you in, knocking that pussy straight out the damn frame. He had your legs crisscrossed and pushed down towards your chest, his hands gripping tightly on both of your ankles to pin you down, as if you could go anywhere with how bad your legs were shaking, even with him holding them down. His hips smacked into you so hard that your ass and the back of your thighs was turning red, mimicking your tear irritated eyes. “I CANT! Please! slow down!” You shout as your sensitive pussy convulsed, but he gave no mercy. “Don’t cry now, take this dick like a big girl” he teases, the tip of his dick kissing your cervix with every thrust forward, it had you drooling. Dick drunk for however long he was gonna put it in your spine. It wouldn’t even matter how tired you were gonna be in the morning, you were thinkin’ of getting up, and making this nigga some breakfast for this good dick.

Nothing in the room could distract you from how he was making you feel, and when your eyes weren’t rolled to the back of your head, they were gawking at the flashing gold chain around his neck, the color matching the grillz in his mouth. The piece swung back and forth in your face as he fucked you, the moonlight from the broad window next to the bed making the cross pendant twinkle like stars in the same night sky that rested above.

“You like that shit, huh? You like how daddy makin’ you take that dick, don’t even front” He curses.

“Yes! It’s so fu-uckin’ deep” You struggled and whined again, your jaw starting to hurt from you biting down your teeth for so long. You saw why girls go so crazy for they man, alongside with the stars that were blurring your vision currently. He had already noticed the attraction you had for his jewelry, and it made him chuckle, a low groan following right after. “You like my chain too?”

You nod, answering. “Yes, daddy!”

“Aight. Be a good lil’ bitch for me and I’ll let you wear it. Now, cum on this dick”

The curve of his dick touched the end of your pussy, his hips connecting with yours completely as he begins to grind himself. Both of you were recently waxed and shaved so the skin to skin contact sent you overboard. Yes, he was shaved nicely. Yes, he was a real slut.

His pelvic rubbed against your clit as he slow wined his hips, letting you feel all 9inches of that big dick in your guts. Your legs had gone numb and stopped shaking, but that didn’t stop you from showing him his new favorite water toy. You wet up his plum colored sheets with a wail, making even darker stains as your cream and slick dripped out of you, some on your thighs, some on your ass, but most on his sheets and that hammer he called a dick.

“Mhm, let it out”

“You feelin’ that shit, ma”

“This dick got you goin’ dumb like that? Close ya mouth”

“You takin’ this dick like a champ too, I might keep you”

He talked shit like no other cause he knew he was fuckin’ you like he wanted to put a ring on it. He couldn’t say he didn’t imagine it for a split second in that one moment where he had you halfway off of the bed, drool dripping from your mouth and down your throat with his hands tangled in your bundles as he dipped his dick in and out of your mouth, your cheeks hollowed until your jaw ached and his abs tightened, indicating that he was about to bust, wasting all that nut that could have been inside you.

He stops grinding into you and unbends your legs, letting the blood flow finally get to where it needed to go. Honestly, you were already fucked out, but you didn’t wanna tell him that and have him thinking you were lying about taking dick. But maybe you should have, cause when he turned you over to your side and laid behind you, you knew it was over. He didn’t even care to ask you politely to widen your legs. he pulled that ass back, hiked your leg up on his and slipped himself right back into those walls that were forever molded to the shape of his dick.

“Uh-huh. Let me get in that pussy, baby”

“You stretchin’ me, daddy!”

You both moan simultaneously, your pussy gripping him like she wanted him to stay deep inside forever. This position had your stomach twisting and turning like a whirlpool washing machine, your clit jumping at his fingertips touch as he slips his arm under your propped up leg and starts rubbing at your swollen button while his hips work on getting his dick to massage the deepest part inside of you. It was gonna be a long week, maybe even month, cause you wasn’t gonna leave him alone.

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PSS. Me watching y’all eat pt1 up cause I did NOT expect that to blow up 💀 Thank y’all for the love tho 🤭🩷🩷

[olivianyx]

UPDATES ON MY JOURNEY

Heyy all! I've been focusing on my senior professional medical year and it has been stressful. So here are some things I manifested effortlessly and a few things without me thinking about it. Long ass post ahead! ⚠️⚠️

1. Getting more pocket money than usual. Like my parents usually transact in my account like a $80 or $100 AUD per month. But in both feb and march this year, they transacted me $500 and $700 AUD! Plus! I occasionally find $10 or $50 cash in my classroom or on the streets sometimes (and they come lie next to my feet 😭) I'd ask everyone in my class if it's theirs, and they say no. What do y'all expect me to do? Like go and give it to the university management?? 😭 hell no, so i kept it lol.

2. MANIFESTED DIOR'S LIP OILS!! 😭😭 LIKE 5 OF THEM 😭 YOU DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH I'VE OBSESSED WITH LIP OILS 😭😭 AND I WANTED THE RASPBERRY ONE SO BAD, AND GUESS WHAT? I MANIFESTED IT ALONG WITH 4 OTHER SHADESS OMGGG 😭😭😭

3. My crush giving me hints that she's obsessed with me 😭 like she literally told me 'you're so sweet and caring, I've never met a person like this after my grandma' cus her grandma passed away recently and she was so depressed. She even had an eye infection, so she stopped coming to the uni. So i had to make sure she's alright, and met her everyday cus she needed someone real bad. Like she needed to talk to someone and get that thing bothering her outta her head. I was there all along whatever she was going through (don't come at me y'all, ik if we help someone they would say all these things but she's my crush lol so) She's also getting real close to me, like she tells me how annoying people are lol. She loves skin ship, physical touch, being clingy around me, and complimenting me 😭😭 so these are the hints 😭 like friends wouldn't do that right? Would they?? (My friends diss me right in front of everyone 😶)

4. I've always been the type to care too much for the silliest things, nowadays I don't really put my energy into it and become all anxious. My anxiety levels have completely gone down like I'm literally cool asf?? Even while being in public?? Literally yess

5. Manifested getting my hair coloured next week! and my mom permitted me! For my cousin's engagement in april, I wanna be there like the hot younger sister I am lol. I just wanna make my relatives and their kids jealous cus they made fun of me when I was younger (my younger self has been dreaming for this moment) so why not a revenge glow up?? 😭

6. Losing weight even though I eat like a pig due to my study stress. Like literally I ate a 5 course meal one day and lost 2 kgs the next day? (cus I randomly checked my weight for 2 days cus I had to submit my height and weight to the university student records)

7. Getting a natural blush on my face! Like it's such a game changer, I look like a movie star y'all 😭✋🏻

8. My teachers complimenting me for my discipline and high scores. As yk uni professors don't even give af bout students and they complimented me??

9. Getting into a new friend group! My old one was too toxic and they would always bully me (verbally) my new friend group is literally soo damn enjoyable! Like they're the cool kids of the year 😭 and now I'm one too!

10. As I mentioned in my older post that I'm moving into an apartment. We moved in and it was too difficult for me to sleep as the place was new and also there we're disturbances in the night time like stomping noises or playing loud music at night. So the neighbors there were too sweet that they introduced and comforted us that it's okay and if something's bothering us they'll take care of it. And they literally made the people who we're causing those disturbances to vacate out 😭😭✋🏻

11. My hair getting shinier! It was brittle before as I was severely anemic, now my baby hair is back and it's shining ✨

12. I overheard my parents conversing that they should make me audition for an entertainment company....like what? 😭😭✋🏻 when I asked them once years back they denied giving me a 4 hour lecture and now they wanna make me audition?? Like literally 😭 y'all watch me at the Grammy's (after 5 years lol)

13. Getting into the void on command or intention.

14. I literally get free foods everywhere I go 😭😭

15. I got free gifts from my uncle who's living in France! He works at a fashion company and he sent me perfumes and a few outfits (I can't reveal it I'm sorry)

I ONLY WAS THINKING ABOUT GETTING MY LIP OIL, GETTING CLOSE TO MY CRUSH AND FOCUSING ON MY STUDIES. THE REST, I MANIFESTED WITHOUT THINKING ABOUT IT.

SO WHAT NEXT?

I've decided to respawn to my waiting next month. I'm still scripting how my waiting room should be... So it might take time for me. So till then I'm gonna be strengthening my self concept even more, and also getting more and more excited to be in my waiting room! I want my waiting room to be like a more like a sci fi movie and a princess fairytale combined 😭 (ik I'm weird). Like I just want my favorite anime characters to be there to help me script my DR ✋🏻 So I'm kinda in a more excited mode lately to script my waiting room! Will give you updates on how my waiting room will be in a future post! So until then take care, love you, byeeee byeeee!

- olivia 🤍

[romanreignseater]

Pregnancy Cravings

Roman Reigns x Reader

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut, pregnancy sex, overstimulation, and oral (m & f receiving).

“Not only did you crave the weirdest foods at the weirdest times, you always craved the man who put you in this state.”

A/N: I just wrote this on the whim, kind of obsessed 🤭. First part to my three part series coming out on Sunday!!

GIF: @jeysuso

Not only did you crave the weirdest foods at the weirdest times, you also craved the man who put you in this state.

Being 6 months pregnant was not easy. Your baby girl constantly kicking and punching at you, your swollen feet, your energy levels at an all time low, but your sexual levels at an all time high.

Your cunt always throbbed for the man who caused you to fall pregnant, Roman Reigns.

You stood in the kitchen as you watched him played with your dog in the living room. This would be your first child together and you knew he would be a wonderful father. He has so much care and love in his heart, and he had a lot more to share.

You couldn’t wait to compete for the love of Roman with your little princess, who would be a daddy’s girls 100%.

As he stood up tall, you couldn’t help but to clench your thighs at the sight of his lean shoulders, broad neck, and built arms all hugged in a tight black tee. Your eyes drifted to toned legs clad in his black shorts to match. The outline of his cock prominently displayed for your viewing pleasure, waiting nothing but to suck the skin off of it.

You were drawn out of your thoughts when his deep and burly voice came through your ears.

“Y’gonna keep staring or what?! Take a picture it’ll last longer, and I know you got a lot of those.” His shit-eating grin as wide as ever.

“Whatever loser.” You rolled your eyes playfully and went into your favorite place, the fridge. As your back faced him, you heard him come closer to you. You soon turned around before he reached you.

He stood still staring deep into your eyes, the same damn eyes that got you pregnant. “Do you see something that you like sir?!” He smirked at you and you fell deep into his trance.

He laughs and you blush as you covered your face, feeling panties soak. “What’s the problem cutie?!” He dragged you away from the fridge and closed it. He placed his back against the island and pulled you close. Your belly slightly separating the both of you.

“How’s my baby girl doing today?!” You smiled. “She’s doing good, not kicking too much today.” “I was asking about you.” You stared at him slightly confused.

“I-I’m okay.” His head tilted to the side, not believing your confession. “No you’re not. Every time I see you you’re staring off into space and looking all lost, what’s the problem mama?! Tell the truth.” You exhaled deeply and looked into his chocolate eyes.

“I want you to fuck me.”

“What? I couldn’t hear you baby, speak up.”

“I want you to fuck me really good.”

You took your hand and placed it on his massive girth. You squeezed it ever so delicately, rubbing it up and down. “And I want to suck you off and swallow your sweet cum, I wanna have it paint the inside of my throat.”

He took your hair to create a makeshift ponytail and began to laugh. “Is that so mama?!” You shook your head yes. “I need words baby.”

“Yes.”

“Yes who?!”

“Yes daddy.”

“That’s all I needed to hear.”

As Roman went to take you elsewhere, you stood your ground. He looked confused as to why you weren’t moving. “Let me start the fun right here.”

You carefully went on your knees in front of him and pull his shorts down. You now know why his cock was on full display earlier, he wasn’t wearing any boxers. “Such a dirty boy, but I like it.” His cock standing at attention. His tip a beautiful dark pink, strung along is his deep tanned cock.

Your mouth drooling at the sight. Your hands grabbed his thighs and you took his dick into your mouth. First, circling and swallowing the tip. Licking and nipping at it ever so gently. Your tongue gliding across the slit, enjoying the warmth and pre-cum leaking out.

His hands grasping the back of your head pushing your head down deeper. Your head bobbing up and down generously, spit coating his cock. “Mmmmmm that’s how I like it mama.” His kind words pull you to continue your ministrations.

Your hands grip his thighs tightly, not wanting to separate. You roll his balls into your hands, and take his cock out of your mouth. You lowered your head and sucked on his balls. His head lolled back indulging in the sensation. You sucked on each separate ball, the tip of your tongue licking the surface of his balls.

Roman grunts and grits his teeth, legs shaking just as he’s about to cum, he pulls you off and gently picks you up. You both make out as he draws you to the couch. “Gotta be careful now, let’s not go too crazy.” Roman laughs as he expresses his concern for your baby girl. So in the mood, you laid back and spread your legs wide, showing the outline of your cunt sitting perfectly in your pink velvet shorts.

Roman couldn’t contain his smirk. “Alright, but don’t say I didn’t warn ya.” His kiss so passionate, gently removing your top and shorts. Your breasts have become very heavy and sore, so bras were a no-no. Roman sat still, mesmerized by your breasts and their fullness. “Take a picture sweetheart, it’ll last long—.” Roman ripped your panties in half and shoved them into your mouth.

“I don’t want to hear another word unless it’s ‘harder daddy’, ya understand?!” You shook your head yes. Roman lowered his head and laid on his stomach. He spread your legs even further apart. “Play with those tits mama while I eat my sweet pussy.” Your head instantly went back as Roman dove straight into your folds. You okay with your sore and full breasts as he circled your clit with the tip of his tongue. He licked from your pulsing hole to your beating clit.

You squeezed your breasts reveling in the feeling of Roman eating you out. He jabbed his tongue into your hole, fucking you with it. (Muffled) “Mmmmmmm, that’s so good.” Roman is a man who enjoys pleasure as well, but always pleasing you was his end goal. (Alexa play “Dogtooth” by Tyler The Creator).

Just as you were about to cum, Roman rose from your flower and wiped his face with the back of his hand. You watched him and his rock hard body in awe. “Take a picture baby, it’ll last long—.” Before he could finish, you pulled Roman by his arm. You took your panties out of your mouth, “Just fuck me daddy.”

Without hesitation, Roman plunged straight into your wet cunt. Holding your legs as far as he could, he devilishly pounded into your cunt. His medium paced and hard strokes sent you into another dimension.

He beat up your pussy so deliciously, speeding up his pace yet carefully watching out for your belly. “I’m about to give your another baby if ya keep gripping me like that.” Roman’s grunts became louder as your cunt tightly gripped his girth.

“Fuck I’m about to cum daddy, keep fucking me please.” Roman rubbed your clit pushing for your climax. “Cum with me mama, cum with me…” You both reached your peaks at the same time. Roman continued to fuck you, and you shook due to the overstimulation he was giving you. “OH MY GODDD, it’s too much!!”

You began squirting all over Roman’s thighs and stomach. You legs shook in his hands coming down from your intense high, sweat all over your body. “Whew, I need a drink. I’ll be back, don’t miss me too much baby.” As you go to catch your breath, you felt your baby girl kick.

“What am I going to do with your daddy baby girl?!”

THE END!!

MY TAG SQUAD: @cyberdejos2 @thesamoanqueen @cococodysleevelesshoodie @nayys-world @mzv11 @babybatlover @vogueyonce @harmshake @harlem11680

[sydsaint]

Please! I just wanna give him a big ol' hug

Summary: The reader makes an attempt to comfort Max after the incident at Worlds End.

There isn't a feeling in the world worse than having to stand by and watch someone you care for get their heart broken by someone they trusted. But that's what you're here doing. AEW's Worlds End PPV special is closing out and you're stuck between Excalibur and Nigel watching Max get the crap beaten out of him by the man that was supposed to be his best friend. Adam Cole. 

"I have to say, I feel a bit bad for the lad." Nigel admits as he begins gathering up his papers from the desk. 

"Yeah, me too." Excalibur agrees while doing the same. 

You fidget with a pen in your hand, trying your absolute best not to vault the table and rush to help Max. "A bit?" You shoot a glare at Nigel. 

Nigel shrugs and slips off his headset, ready to head backstage. He walks away from the desk and Excalibur does the same. You watch the pair walk off chatting with one another and scoff. Sure, Max isn't exactly popular with either of them. But for them to not even offer the fallen champ a consoling glance is utterly ridiculous. In your mind anyway. 

Cautiously you make your way around the commentary table and head toward the ring. Adam Cole and his new posse of goons have slinked back into the darkness for the moment and Max is sitting defeated on the floor near the ring steps. 

"Do you need some help up?" You walk over to Max quietly with a sympathetic smile. You have no idea how Max will react to the offer of help. Not after everything that's happened to him. But you have to at least try. 

Max looks up from the floor with red and puffy eyes. "Y/N? What do you want?" He asks you, shifting his body to point away from you. 

"I just wanted to see if you're alright." You reply. "That beating you took looked rough. And the thing with Adam..." 

Max scoffs and shakes his head. "I shouldn't be surprised at this point." He sneers. "No one ever stays. Not my fiancé, not my friends, or people I thought were my friends. No one." He sighs deeply. "I'm just a loser that's destined to be alone. And I'm not even a champion anymore. So there goes the fans as well." He looks out at the crowd now starting to spill out of the arena. 

"I'm here now." You reply and kneel down so you're not towering over Max. "And I know that we don't know each other that well. But I want to help if I can." You offer Max your hand to help him up. "At least let you know that you're not 100% alone." 

Max looks at your hand and then back up at  your face. He repeats this a couple of times before reluctantly taking your hand. You pull him up to his feet and walk backstage with him. 

"I'm sorry that you lost." You speak up while you're walking. "I know what it's like to have a friend stab you in the back like that. In fact, I'll never wrestle again because of it." You laugh at your misfortune. 

"You used to wrestle?" Max glances at you. 

You nod, briefly recalling the painful memory in your head. "Yep. I worked for ROH before Khan bought it out. I was helping out this new girl. Showing her the ropes and stuff. And she stabbed me in the back during a ladder match for a title opportunity. Threw me off a 15 foot ladder and into a pile of smaller ones." You explain. "She went on to win the title, and I damn near broke my spine." 

"Damn." Max replies. "I had no idea. I just thought you had always been in commentary and backstage stuff." He admits. 

"It's fulfilling enough work." You shrug. "Sure, it'll never beat being in the ring. But at least it's still a part of it, right?" 

Max nods and the two of you come up on the locker room area. "Thanks for talking with me." Max stops in front of his room and turns to you. "I...I needed that." He admits. 

"No problem." You nod. "I know when it happened to me all I wanted was someone to talk with. Someone that knew what I was feeling. So if you ever need some company, just shoot me a text or something." You offer with a soft smile. 

"I think that I'll take you up on that, thanks." Max nods. "I'll see you later, Y/N." 

You step back from the door with another soft smile. "Mhm. Take care, Max. And hey, try not to beat yourself up too hard." You add before you turn and walk off. 

Max lingers at the door and watches you disappear down the hall. That sinking feeling in his chest lightens a bit as he watches you walk off. No one has ever shown him kindness and an willingness to just be there for him before. 

It's addicting. 

Max finds himself smiling a bit as he heads inside his locker room. He's lost everything tonight. So why the hell is he smiling? What have you done?

 Given him hope, that's what. And hope is a dangerous thing for a man that's already lost so much. 

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

(Bonten timeline) Had a random head canon that since kakucho is 100% on the top 3 best boyfriend list I had a hc that when his lover is drunk he Takes on the role of taking care of her and when he's undressing her and redressing her drunk body into some pjs when she starts too whine and struggle he'll praise her as he helps her get comfortable calling you things like "good girl" "your doing so well love" ect that's my fluffy drunk user headcanon

A/N ::: So, one of my favorite anons turned moots sends me the best asks about our TokRev boys. I truly hate myself for my inability to keep anything short. Start giving me word limits, guys. Seriously. Or I'll just keep going apeshit.

C/W ::: Kakucho x F.reader, drinking at clubs, reader is a lightweight, Kaku' takes care of her. Literally I love him to pieces. "Koneko" means kitten in Japanese.

WC ::: 1,008

I read this as many times as I could. One of these days I'll figure out how to effectively read stuff.

Kakucho IS THE WORLD’S BEST boyfriend. I know this deep within my psyche and even deeper within my soul.

He always has your back (especially when he has you on it. But I digress).

After a night of being out at some exclusive clubs and drinking expensive drinks (that HE fights with you about to just "shut your damn mouth woman and let me pay for them" - respectfully, of course!), you guys catch an Uber and go home.

You're so drunk that you've fallen asleep in the car more than a couple of times. And it's not that you're sloppy drunk or anything. You're just a bit of a lightweight.

Kakucho finds this one of the more charming things about you on the occasion you do let loose and drink.

The driver gets you guys back to his place and he wakes you up gently by stroking your face and squeezing your shoulder. "We're home, let's go inside."

He pays the driver, thanks them and proceeds to help you walk to the house with his arm under yours and around your waist. Eventually picking you up and just carrying you because you're just taking so long and he wants to get you to bed because he's tired as hell, too. (He really just wants to cuddle up next to you. You were dancing so much tonight and he doesn't dance so all he could do was look at you shakin' your ass all night. He missed you - despite being no more than 10-15 feet away from you while you were out on the floor.)

Finally inside, he gets you to the bed and sits you down on the edge.

"I'll be right back." Kakucho walked out of the room and you heard the garage door open. Then the dryer door opened and closed a minute later. "Here's some pajamas, one of my t-shirts and some shorts. Is that ok?" He asked.

You nodded and stood - rather, tried to stand up so you could undress. "Kakuuuu! I nee-" you hiccupped "hahaha! Jesus. I need help, please? I'm sooo tired an' 'ni jus' wanna gotuh sleep! I danced 'n drank 'n danced around 'n now I wanna sleep, Kaku!"

He grabbed you some clean panties from your drawer in his dresser and laid all of the clothes he got for you beside you on the bed. "Oh, my baby is tired. Come here. Let me help you. Let me do the hard stuff."

Kakucho kneeled on the floor in front of you and began unbuckling your heels. "That's it. Letting me take care of you, such a good girl. Ok, I'm going to lift your dress over your head and get the shirt on, ok?"

He's your king of consent, even over something as innocent as helping you get out of your eveningwear and into your pajamas.

You nodded and threw your arms up over your head, smacking him on the underside of his chin on their way up. "OH SHIT! KAKU! ARE YOU OK! SHIT I'M SO SORRY!"

He rolled his jaw around a few times and laughed, "Helluva hit there, koneko," he laughed as he lifted your dress up and off of your body. Leaving you in just your bra and the panties you had on earlier. "H-here put this t-shirt on now and then I'll take your bra off and put those other ... um, under things on."

This was hilarious to you how shy he still was with you sometimes and that he couldn't say the word "panties". The reality was that some of the things he's said to you are far worse than that.

"K." You were so agreeable right now. Not that you weren't always, but like, there was zero resistance coming from you tonight.

"My sleepy girl. Doing so good tonight. Letting me dress you like my very own little doll." Kakucho chuckled at the thought of you actually being a life-size doll for him to play with. He was still a little drunk, too, so you let it slide.

After you had his shirt on, he stood behind you and unclasped your bra, sliding it down your arms and pulling it through the sleeves of the shirt, tossing it on the chair in the corner of the room. He was so gentle, his hands grazing your skin as he did so.

You shivered.

"You're doing so well, tipsy little baby. Here, let me help you put ... these (your panties) and your shorts on." He slid the lace up your legs, followed by the cotton shorts.

You didn't want to wear those shorts anymore and you whined.

Kakucho shushed you and guided you down onto the bed anyway. "I know, I know. You'll forget all about them once you're laying down. Ok?"

He tucked you under the covers and leaned down to kiss your forehead. "Do you need anything else, baby?"

"Just you. Wanna cuddle you and go to sleep. Please? Kaku, I love youuu." You were so tired and so drunk and he was so cute and nice to you right now - and ALL THE TIME. You just wanted to be wrapped up in him and around him.

"You're my girl. Forever. I love you too. Sweet dreams." He kissed your forehead again and closed his eyes.

He chuckled and undressed, taking off his shirt, pants, and socks, leaving him in his boxer briefs.

Thanks to the alcohol, you were seeing 2 of him and it was better than anything you’d ever witnessed. He slid under the covers and pulled you into his arms.

He didn't even care that you were still drunkenly babbling about how much you loved him and that he was your favorite person in the whole wide world.

But he'd have honestly given anything to record you muttering about all of that in your sleepy, drunk voice just before you dozed off. Tightly pressed to him and wrapped up in his arms Sleeping in your own little private heaven for the next 7 1/2 hours.

Taglist ::: @katkitkats @kazutora-kurokawa @arlerts-angel @viburnt @darkstarlight82

[mordaciousmurderer]

Sticky and Sweaty

Captain John price x fem!reader smut

CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT MINORS DNI

A/N: Yall just happened to be left alone for a stake out and you’re stuck in the hottest, dampest room. Ok guys i literallt cannot write smut but i am so fucking horny for this man I just HAD TO. asks r open for suggestions ;3

CW/ Fem!Reader, p in v sex, unsafe sex, fingering, porn with plot? a bit of aftercare, praise, price calls you a good girl

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“Captain, I’m telling ya that nobody will show up. Laswell already ruled this area useless.” You groaned, your knees up to your chest and your back pressed flat against the wall. The two of you had been sitting in the dimly lit attic of a now abandoned safe house. Initial intel stated that the current drug ring they were investigating was doing a drop at this location and there was a chance that there would be hostages involved. Despite more current info saying that we spooked them and the drop was moved, Price insisted that you guys stake out here. Not only was it boring, it must have been at least 100 degrees in the attic.

“Just wait. A bit longer and we’ll pull out.” He was leaning against a table maybe three feet away from you. You could see him tuck his thumbs underneath the traps of his tactical vest.

“Thats what she said. Did you really have to pick the hottest room in the world?” You chuckle, adjusting your position and cringing as you feel your vest stick to your back. Your immature yet somewhat humorous joke was only responded to with an eye roll.

“Watch your mouth Lieutenant. You really can’t handle the heat hm?” He taunts, knowing he was just as sweaty as you. Both of your cheeks were flushed a gentle pink, a result of the temperature as well as the (not so) subtle flirtatious statements that had been thrown back and forth for the last hour.

You can’t help but whine slightly at the teasing statement, too uncomfortable to hold back a sour attitude anymore. “Can I PLEASE take off my vest? Since Ghost and Soap are on overwatch we’ll have a bit of warning if anybody comes up.” you pleaded, moving forward slightly to sit on your knees. Your desires to maintain the professionalism of this mission were fleeting with each bead of sweat that dripped down your temple. You couldn’t help but be painfully aware of being alone with your handsome Captain, one who you had been flirting with for as long as you’d been in the 141, the subtlety fading away with time.

Price pushes himself to stand up straight, stepping ever so slightly closer to you. “And why should I let you do that? Just because it’s a wee bit warm?” He rocks, shifting his weight from the balls of his feet to his heels which makes his chest pop forward slightly. “You’re a big girl, deal with it.”

You felt your thighs involuntarily squeeze together at the name, staring up at him from the floor. You couldn’t help but pout, damn near close to miserable. “Cmon… I know you’re just as hot as me.” You retort slyly.

Price felt himself going mad, taking another step towards you. You had an odd sense of persuasion in your voice, he hardly had the heart to say no to you. You were right, it was way too hot. He would kill to tear his vest off this second. Price purses his lips, “Fine. 5 minutes.” He agrees with a sigh and watches as your eyes light up. He watches as you practically tear the vest off, studying the way your t-shirt soggily clings to the curves of your torso. He bit his lip subtly, not realizing he got caught up in staring.

“Hey.” You interrupt his daze, standing up and setting the vest down on the table he was previously leaning against, coming to settle directly in front of him. “So you only let me take it off so you could get a better look?” You said lightly, a smirk coming across your face.

He stepped even closer, his hands settling on either side of your waist. You felt your heart flutter, this being the first time he’s touched you like this aside from lingering hugs and guiding hands on your lower back. Your hungry eyes met his, suddenly aware of your breathing. “Tell me to stop. Tell me I shouldn’t be doing this.” He mumbles, one hand snaking up your torso and landing to cup your jaw. You tilted your head slightly to press into the touch. “What if I don’t want to?” You respond and the tension in the air climaxes before he leans down, his lips crashing into yours.

Instantly, you kiss back hurriedly and sloppily. He was clearly just as desperate as you were, as he took almost no time to press his tongue into your mouth. His hands roamed your body, grasping your ass firmly, leading you to pull him closer by the straps of his vest. He pulled away slightly, glancing down at it. “Take it off.” you say simply and he pulls it over his head, plopping it next to where you had set yours. It takes maybe a second to reconnect your lips and you two head backwards, your back making contact with the wall you were previously sitting against. You feel your breathing stutter when his thigh splits between your own, pressing upwards.

“Fuck-“ You breath out when he trails down to kiss and nip at your neck, careful not to leave any marks where it’d be visible to the rest of the team. The forbidden nature of this made this all the better. Once again he comes back up to connect your mouths, pressing up against you. His hard on pressed against your lower stomach and you reached down to palm him through his combat pants which was met with a slight groan into your mouth. You felt your arousal pooling between your thighs, his hand coming to wrap around your neck gently.

“Can’t even control myself around you love-“ He breathes heavily, pulling back to fumble with the belt on your pants as you do the same to his. He pushed your pants down to your knees, watching closely as you pulled his cock out. Your eyes stayed locked on his length, pleasantly surprised by the size. You grazed your thumb over the slit, smearing precum over the head and beginning to pump your fist up and down, rotating slightly as you came up.

Price groaned, throwing his head back slightly. Your touch sent shivers up his spine, his mind melting at the slick sounds that filled the room. As much as he wanted to let himself come undone under you, he had other priorities. He gently moved your hand away smiling when you cocked your head to the side in slight confusion. To ease this, he simply slides your panties to the side, revealing your throbbing core to him. He smirked when he heard your breathing hitch as he slid his fingers through your folds, chuckling lowly when he felt your arousal. “Darling you’re absolutely fuckin’ soaked. Must have been all worked up for a while now..” He mutters in your ear.

“Price-“ You whine out, watching as his fingers disappeared between your legs. You whimpered pathetically as he began rubbing circles on your clit, extra sensitive from the prolonged tension. “Please. Please.” You sigh shakily, desperate for him to be inside you.

He shakes his head, slipping two fingers into you and curling them to draw out another moan from you. “Use your words love. What do you want?” He purred, enjoying the way you switched from a stoic soldier to a whining mess. You subconsciously stepped slightly further apart, desperate to feel him. “Fuck me. Just fuck me-“ You choke out and make a small sound of disappointment when he withdraws his fingers from you.

With that he wastes no time in lining himself up with you, briefly sliding the tip between your soaked folds before pressing into you, both of you moaning out in sync. You gripped at the fabric of the shirt on his chest, your brain going blank at the stretch his cock gave you. He set a mind numbingly slow pace, taking his sweet time before he bottoms out inside you, holding that position. You huff, looking back up at him to kiss him again. He begins thrusting into you, moaning into his mouth whenever his cock rams into your sweet spot. The lewd sounds of damn skin against damp skin reverberate throughout the room.

Price growled, not quite fucking you as deep as he’d like. He breaks the kiss to pick you up by your thighs, pressing you flush against the wall to distribute your weight in a way that was comfortable for both of you. It’s now when he starts pressing vigorously into you, helpless whines steadily flowing out of your mouth as the tip of his cock kisses your cervix in the most mouth watering way. “Y’look so beautiful fucked out under me like this.” He utters, groaning as he thrusts into you, feeling your juices drip down him and onto his heavy balls.

It wasn’t long before you felt yourself involuntarily clenching down on his length, approaching your orgasm. “John I’m close.” You whimper out, clinging onto him for dear life. He continues fucking you with the same pace. “Go ahead love, cum on my cock like the good girl you are.” He grinds down a bit, his pubic bone coming to rub your clit which brings your orgasm hurdling through you. You cry out, coming undone all over him as he fucks you through your high. You feel your cunt pulsating and with a few more thrusts he felt himself nearing the edge as well. The way you clenched around him harder than before coaxed his orgasm out of him. He pulls out of you, his cock settling between your two stomachs as ropes of cum shoot out onto both of you.

The two of you sat panting quietly for about ten seconds before he set you down gently, quickly putting his hands back on your waist when your legs slightly buckled beneath you. “Whoa- You okay love?” He asks you gently, one hand coming to cup your cheek. You nod with a smile, leaning in to kiss him once again which he gladly reciprocates. “That was.. Holy fuck.” You grin, your cheeks a steady shade of pink. He can only help but smile back dumbly for a few seconds before he remembers the cum on you guys. He quickly turns to see what he can use to clean up, settling on a couple napkins on the table next to you guys.

He wipes your tummy off gently, you watching him intently as he does. “You did so good. Took me so well.” He coos as he cleans you up, then himself. Once he finishes, you pull your pants back up and he does the same, only to be interrupted by the crackle of comms from the two vests you guys previously discarded.

“Cap, LT, we got two vehicles approachin’ the house.” Ghost’s easily identifiable voice droning through. Price looks down at you with a smirk on his face, adjusting his hat slightly. “Would ya look at that… Guess this building wasn’t so useless after all.” He states plainly, a twinkle in his eyes.

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[bingbongsupremacy]

Knock knock Pt. 2 (Last Part)

Pairing: Ellie Williams x Reader

Warnings: Use of pet name 'baby' and nick names.

Summary: A simple request to turn the music down turns into a frustrating back and forth battle. Why does your neighbor have to be so damn attractive?

This fic does not mention anything about the way the readers' body is shaped, their weight, their height, etc. If I happened to miss something or accidentally described the readers' appearance anywhere, please let me know so I can fix it.

*Not Proof Read*

ABC List TLOU Master list

*****

" You fucking narc. " Venom drips off of Ellie's voice. Her eyebrows are drawn together, anger splayed across her face.

I hold onto the door handle tightly, staring at the girl on the porch. " I told you what would happen if you didn't shut your little party down. I'm not playing. Williams. " I try to keep my tone cool.

" I'm not either. This isn't over. " With that, Ellie storms away. She slams her front door, mumbling to herself in the process.

Serves her right.

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" I'm going to kill Ellie Williams. " I huff, burying my head into my hands.

Loud, music vibrates off of the walls. Dina rolls her eyes. " You just keep making things worse by pranking her. She was pissed when you sent 50 pizzas over and she had to pay. No wonder she's throwing another party. "

" She'll easily make the $300 back. She sells fucking drugs, she makes more than I do. " I mutter.

" Maybe try talking to her again? I mean, if it's bugging you that much, it's always worth another shot. Just don't piss her off this time. " Abby suggests, her eyes not tearing away from the medical anatomy book in her hands.

" She's pissed off by everything I do. I literally asked to borrow a pencil once and she told me to fuck off. " I sigh. " But I guess it's worth a shot. Are you guys seriously not bothered by the constant noise? "

Dina shrugs. " Not really. I mean, we live on party row. Of course people are going to throw parties all night. "

I just want some peace. At least like an hour.

I push myself up from my spot on our couch. I'll just try asking nicer.

Once again, I find myself wandering through Ellie's house trying to find her. Eventually my eyes land on the brunette. Her head is tossed back from laughter, her blunt loosely hanging out of her fingers. She's manspreading on the couch, a guy snorting what I assume is coke next to her.

Her eyes eventually find mine as she scans the room. A small smirk makes its' way onto her face. She breathes in another puff from her blunt before releasing it in my direction.

God, even through the smoke she's hot.

" Look who's here guys, the cockblocker. " Ellie teases. " What can I do for you, babe? "

My stomach tumbles from the pet name. I can't tell if it's from nerves or from excitement.

I ignore the feeling, trying to focus on the reason I came over here.

" I wanted to see if we could work out a deal. " I stand a few feet away from the brunette, my eyes not leaving hers.

Ellie's eyes break contact as they scan me up and down. " A deal? " She leans forward, her full attention on me. " What kind of deal? " her eyebrow cocks up in curiosity.

" The kind where we both end up happy. You get to throw your parties and I get a full nights' sleep. "

Ellie stands up, taking a step closer to me. The faint scent of cologne and weed fills my nostrils. " Go on. "

" I'll pay you 100 bucks a week to shut the parties down at 10. Please. "

" No. " Ellie's voice is cool.

I furrow my eyebrows. " No? " I was really hoping she'd take the deal. I mean, who doesn't want free fucking money. The only thing she'd have to do is shut down the party. " What? Um, fine. I can probably do like 10 bucks more. But barely, I'd have to pick up a few more shifts. I- "

Ellie interrupts me. " I don't want your money, Y/N. "

" Then what do you want? " I ask, desperation in my tone. " I can't stay up like this anymore. I've-I've tried earplugs, white nose, everything. Fuck I- "

" I want you to go out with me. "

Ellie's words surprise me.

I search her face for any sign of a joke.

Her expression is serious. Her eyes stare into mine. A glinter of what I think might be worry or nervousness shining at me.

" What? "

Ellie repeats the words. " I want you to go out with me. I'll stop the parties if you go out with me. " She shrugs, pulling the blunt up to her slightly chapped lips.

My eyebrows furrow. " But why? "

Ellie rolls her eyes, a smirk playing on her lips. " Because you clearly want to. Don't think I haven't noticed the way you check me out. Not that I have an issue, I think you're hot too. "

I feel heat burn against my cheeks. " I do not check you out. "

Ellie nods mockingly. " Sure you don't, babe. What I said still stands. If you go on a date with me, " She shrugs. " I'll stop the parties. "

" Completely? " I ask.

" Completely. " She confirms.

I'm silent for a minute. Ellie continues to look into my eyes, her confident exterior seeming to grow slightly less confident as the time goes on. She looks a little nervous. I've never seen her like this before.

" Fine. " I finally talk. " I'll go out with you. "

Relief flashes across Ellie's face. " Alright. " She grins. " Friday sound good? "

I nod. " Friday. "

Hopefully this is worth it.

Tag: @macaroni676

[obsidianimagines]

See You Around

You meet Jack for the first time after one of his shows

Jack Mercer x f!reader

Warnings: cursing, drinking, smoking

Notes: I assumed the Spares tattoo on his arm was for his band because idk what else it could mean so let's just pretend that's it ❤️

New York City, October 31st, 2001

"Court, you told me you were taking care of the tickets."

Your friend and roommate huffed as she walked next to you, the heels of her boots clicking on the sidewalk. "Yeah, I meant I was going to buy them at the door. I didn't think they'd be sold out already."

"The Strokes are pretty big now. Their album came out a few months ago, and they've been touring all over the place." You shrugged, shifting gears to help cheer her up. She'd been so excited to go to the show. "But hey, it's Halloween in New York City. I'm sure we can find something else to do tonight."

After a block or so of walking, you noticed some people entering a bar, and the chalkboard sign out front: TONIGHT: SPARES. "Hey, look!" You pointed at the sign. "Let's check it out."

"I guess we could. I didn't dress to be outside for too long." Courtney gestured to the short, tight dress she wore, with only a thin sweater covering her arms. She looked very cute, but definitely not too suited for the late October weather. As you stopped at the door, she looked in through the window and noticed the type of crowd inside. "Is this going to be one of those shows you like with the mush pits or whatever?"

"Mosh pits. And I don't know, I've never heard of this band before. But there has to be at least one hot guy, right?" You knew exactly what to say to convince your friend, and it worked.

"Alright, let's go in. Just don't leave me, okay?"

Courtney held onto your arm as the two of you walked inside, the bouncer waving you both past after checking your IDs and taking the few dollars for your cover. It was yet another bar with a tiny stage, nothing you hadn't seen before. Maybe 100 people could fit if they really squeezed in, but there was only about half of that at the moment.

After grabbing some drinks, you and your friend settled a little closer to the back because you knew Courtney would run for the hills if people started throwing elbows anywhere near her. And you wanted to see some kind of live music that night after hyping yourself up so much.

When the band came out dressed like punk rockers, Courtney's eyes went wide, and you gave her a reassuring smile.

You stepped out of the front door of the bar after the show, your ears still ringing from the guitars and drums. Your friend had loosened up and actually started having fun, so she was at the bar chatting up one of the band members. But you just needed a little air after being in that hot, stuffy room.

Once you took a breath, you noticed the lead singer of the band—he'd introduced himself on stage as Jack—leaning against the bricks with the last remains of a cigarette between his lips. Since you were at the back of the bar, you hadn't been able to see him well, only hear his nice voice and the way he played his guitar. Now that you could make out his features, he was actually pretty cute.

"That was a great show," you said, breaking the silence.

Jack's blue eyes flicked up towards you, and he took the cigarette from his mouth to put it out on the wall and toss the butt in the trash can a few feet away. "Thanks."

You expected that he'd go back inside with the rest of his band, but he simply took out another cigarette and lit it with a zippo. Something came over you, and you also rested your back against the wall, leaving about four feet between you. "I'm surprised you're not getting a drink with your band."

"The bar had to kick me out when the show ended."

It took a moment for you to realize what he meant, and you laughed. "You're in a band and you don't have a fake ID?"

"That asshole at the door took it." He could get another one, but that would require money, which he wasn't exactly swimming in.

"Damn, that's rough. He let me and my friend in with ours."

"Well, you've got an advantage. Most bars don't care about your ID when you're a pretty college girl."

"What makes you think I'm in college?" you asked, shoving your hands into the pockets of your jacket and definitely not thinking about the fact that he called you pretty.

He shrugged. "Just a guess."

"It was a good one. I'm an art student. You?"

It was Jack's turn to laugh. "Hell no. School's not my thing." College usually required a lot of money or very good grades, and he'd never had either of those things. Even if he had, the idea of sitting in classrooms all day again was fucking torture to him.

The front door to the bar opened as someone exited, and you heard Courtney's distinct laugh among the music and chatter. You looked in the window and noticed that she hadn't moved from her barstool. "My friend's still flirting with your drummer."

"Shit, I bet he's loving that." Jack chuckled as he joined you in peering through the glass, finding his bandmate, Ben, and a cute blonde at the bar. Despite a local following, the band wasn't anywhere near the level of fame that had girls throwing themselves at them, so Ben would probably be bragging about this for at least a week.

"I'm just glad she's having a good time after what happened earlier." You glanced over at him and realized he didn't know what had brought you there in the first place. "We were supposed to see The Strokes tonight, but it didn't work out. Your show was the first one we found."

Jack ashed his cigarette and took another drag. "Probably a bit of a shock, huh?" He'd seen The Strokes before, and the crowds weren't quite as rowdy as the small ones at his shows.

"For her, yeah. But I've been listening to punk and metal my whole life. If I were here on my own, I would've been right there in the pit."

"Really?" He'd only met you a few minutes ago, but you didn't seem like the type.

"Really."

His eyes lingered on you a moment before they turned back to the window. "We're playing another show here Friday night. You should come."

"I'll think about it."

You didn't even notice that Courtney had left the bar until she walked out of the front door.

"We've got class in the morning, we gotta go!" She grabbed your arm, tipsy and giggling. "I gave the drummer my number. You were so right about finding hot guys here!"

Your cheeks burned at her words as Jack smirked.

Courtney started pulling you down the sidewalk, searching for an empty cab to hail, and you turned back towards him to give a little wave with your free hand. "See you around, Jack."

Only once you were gone did Jack realize that he hadn't even gotten your name...

[sarahsmi13s]

Footloose

(not my gif)

bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw x fem!pilot!reader

characters: bradley bradshaw, the dagger squad, jake ‘hangman’ seresin, javy ‘coyote’ machado, pilot oc “stark” (mentioned), penny benjamin 

warnings: fem!reader, language, oc death, insecurites, mentions of cannon danger, accident and injuries (minimal descriptions), if i missed any i apologize

word count: ~3.1k 

quick summary: known for the way she dances in the skies, Y/N earned her the name ‘footloose’. (credit to none other than Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin) which she finds incredibly ironic, because she cannot and will not dance on the ground to save her life.

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“So, how about we go dancin’ tonight?” 

“Hangman, shut the hell up,” you groaned, throwing a scrunched up plastic bottle at him. You were both waiting for your turn to go against Maverick. The blond just laughed and threw the trash back at you.

“Come on, you seriously never dance anymore! When was the last time you danced?” You crossed your arms and looked away from him. “Wait, have you not danced since flight school?” Jake concluded, leaning forward with a smirk, resting his elbow on his knee. “Why?” You shrugged, slightly getting irritated because why is it a big deal to him, “I just don’t feel like it I guess.” “But you were so good at it!” “Can you just drop it, Hangman?”

“Footloose! Hangman! You’re up!” You huffed and got up, leaving Hangman in the dust to get in your plane.

You hastily brushed shoulders with Rooster, muttering a ‘sorry Roo’ as you continued your way.

Bradley looked at Jake confused, “What was that about?” Jake looked at him, opening his mouth to explain, but he just shrugged, not wanting ‘Mother Hen’ to be on his ass. Rooster nodded, accepting his response because you were relatively closed off.

Now, Rooster (well, a lot of people for that matter) had no idea of the irony behind your call sign, he only knew it was because of how you flew. 

You also, never planned to tell him, not because Bradley would pressure you into dancing or make fun of you, but because Bradley was the exact type of person to dance no matter what music was on.

And of course like a teen romance movie, that’s what you loved about him. His outgoing and natural performing personality, that he definitely inherited from his parents, drew in people like no other.

You knew it was ridiculous to think the difference in your personalities would repel the pilot from ever liking you romantically. It was hard not to sometimes. But, you know, like they say, opposites attract.

And damn, was Bradley attracted to you. He admired the way you flew. That if you were out with the squad you made sure everyone was comfortable and felt included. You also could light up a room and you threw quips back at Hangman that he stumbled to retort.

How could he not like you?

**********

With a surprise storm grounding everyone, you all went to the Hard Deck.

You all were in civilian clothes, your hair thrown up into a messy bun and still soaking wet with both sweat and rain. “At least we got our training in before the rain hit,” Hangman said, clapping you on the shoulder. You nodded, a playful smirk on your lips as you sipped your drink, “Yeah, but we were 100 pushups in when it did hit.”

Rooster chuckled from across the pool table. You playfully glared at him, “What’s so funny Bradshaw?” He shook his head, “I’ve seen you run miles in the rain, Footloose. You love the rain.” You huffed out a laugh, a smile playing on your lips.

He was right after all. You grew up in a place where rain didn’t happen often, but when it did happen, it was for multiple days and you loved to sit on your porch and just watch it hit the highway and create puddles in the grass. If you were on a walk or run and got caught in the rain, you didn’t rush to get back home; unless of course it was a downpour and you couldn’t see two feet in front of you.

You nodded your head and tipped your beer bottle to him, “Got me there, Rooster.” “Hell, I bet you dance in the rain!”

Jake choked on his drink, causing everyone to look at him. 

“You good, Hangman?” Coyote asked, patting his friend on the back. “Yeah,” he met your eyes, the pleading look making him shake his head. “Yeah, I’m good.” The relaxing of your eyebrows and jaw told him you were grateful for him keeping your secret. (not that it was a big deal)

*******

As the early afternoon turned into early evening, the rain did not let up.

Nobody had really come in given the weather, so it was the squad and a handful or two of regulars.

You all played pool and drank here and there. You were currently perched on a window sill watching the rain. 

“You look lonely.” You jump slightly, having been lost in the sound of the rain hitting the window. You turned to see Rooster leaning on the window, a small smile on his face as he looked at you. 

You smiled and leaned forward rested your chin on your knee, “I was ‘til you came along.” Bradley chuckled and shook his head, hoping his tan and slight sunburn from this morning hid his blush. “I’m honored.” You smiled at him and looked back out the window.

Rooster kept his gaze on you. “Calming isn’t it?” He hummed, “Yeah, sure is.” “Nothing lulls me to sleep quite like a good rain.” He nodded, “Is it the noise?” “Sure is. If it’s too quiet my head feels heavy and my ears feel clogged.” “So that’s why you have a fan,” Rooster chuckled and looked out the window. You laughed, “That’s exactly why I have a fan.”

You and Rooster sat in silence, just watching the rain and some lightning way off in the distance. But, the lights flickering drew you both to look back towards Penny, who was looking up at the lights. “That’s not good.” Then both the lights and music cut out, eliciting a groan from everyone in the bar.

You watched Rooster eye the piano, a grin forming on his face. “Well, don’t keep them waiting, Rooster. Get over there,” you chuckled as you shoved him to the piano. He laughed as well, jogging the rest of the way.

Everyone cheered as Rooster sat down, stretching his fingers and testing random keys. You leaned back against the window, smiling as the music sounded in the bar.

*********

Rooster made it through 4 songs before the power flickered back on. The mustached pilot stood on the bench and bowed, relishing in the calls of his name before hopping off and making his way back over to you. 

“Enjoy the show?” You raised an eyebrow playfully, “You could say that.” Hangman and Coyote made their way over to the pool table by the window you and Rooster were at.

“Either of you guys wanna play?” You both shook your heads, “I wouldn’t want to bruise that precious ego of yours, Jake.” The two friends just shrugged and Hangman added an eye roll, racking up the balls and starting their slightly tipsy game of pool.

A song that was queued up caught your attention and apparently caught Bradley’s as well. He held a hand out to you, “Care to dance?” He nodded toward the dance floor where people had begun to dance to Take My Breath Away. 

Your words hitched in your throat, “Well, uh-” Your flush ran up your neck to your ears. 

“Oh Bradshaw, didn’t you hear-” Hangman’s words accompanied by a series of giggles caused your stomach to drop. But before you could stop him- 

“Footloose doesn’t dance.”

You looked at Jake, anger flashing in your eyes before turning to Rooster, fear extinguishing the anger. Was he going to make fun of you? Was he going to ask a million questions that you didn’t want to answer?

You thought, ‘Screw it.’ And walked past Rooster to go outside and down to the beach.

Rooster was just confused, tilting his head like a puppy. Did he hear that right? “Wait, what did you say?” 

Hangman swallowed the gulp of beer in his mouth. “Footloose doesn’t- shit, you weren’t supposed to know about that…” Rooster scoffed, “Why does it matter if I know about her not dancing?” 

Coyote raised an eyebrow, “Um, Rooster, have you met yourself? You dance all the time, you sang your heart out less than 10 minutes ago.” “Also, Footloose is like majorly in love with you. So she figured that, since you’re so outgoing and always dancing, which is kinda obnoxious… she was scared you’d make fun of her. Even though, to be honest, you’ve never been that type of guy.” Jake was just spilling all your secrets at this point.

Rooster smirked, “Wait, was that a compliment?” “Don’t hold your breath, it’s the only one you’re getting.” 

Bradley shook his head, chuckling a little before a frown of realization settled on his face. “Why would I make fun of her? I literally couldn’t care less if she danced or not.” 

Jake just shrugged, “Just don’t tell anyone I told you, alright Chicken? Same goes for you too.” The blond poked Coyote in the chest with his pool cue, “No one was supposed to know. I can’t have the one pilot that somewhat tolerates me being pissy at me.” The two nodded, Javy making a zipper motion over his lips.

“Do you know why she doesn’t dance?” Jake shrugged, “When I met her in flight school she’d dance every once in a while, usually when she was drinking. But by the time we met back up at Top Gun, she barely talked about dancing.” “So quite literally like the movie?” Javy asked, suddenly just as intrigued as Bradley. 

Jake pinched his nose, “I don’t know. Maybe, I don’t know how religious she is. She’s never talked about it. Not like I haven’t pried, cause of course I have, but she just shoots me down.” Bradley nodded, looking out the window, seeing you standing in the rain. “Shit, she’s gonna get sick.”

Rooster jogged to the door and outside, “Footloose! Footloose!” He groaned and picked up pace when you didn’t respond. 

“Y/N,” he grabbed your shoulder. “Hey, let’s get you inside. You’re gonna get sick.” You shook your head, “Roost, I’m fine.” 

He moved his eyes to where your hands were rubbing the goosebumps on your arms. “You’re cold,” he observed aloud. When you didn’t move, not even to look at him, he stepped in front of you.

“Hangman told me everything…” You bit your lip, nodding, “Pretty embarrassing, huh?” Rooster frowned again, shaking his head. “No, I don’t think so…” You just shivered in response and he wrapped you in a hug.

He sighed before saying, “I’m sorry if I ever made you think I would make fun of you for not dancing. I would never do that. I couldn’t care less if you danced or not.” You sighed and slid your arms under his Hawiian shirt, “I know. Just with past experiences-” 

“Those people were assholes. It’s none of their business whether or not you dance. Why would that ever be a deal breaker? Cause it certainly isn’t a deal breaker for me…” The last part was muffled by your hair as Rooster planted a small kiss on your head.

You pulled back and he was afraid he said something wrong. But his nerves melted away when you gave him a small smile, even when it didn’t quite reach your eyes yet. He gave you a smile back and moved some hair out of your face, “I’m kinda glad Hangman spilled that little secret.” Your brows pulled together, “What do you mean?” Rooster stretched his back slightly, bobbing his head to the side slightly, “Cause now I can do this.”

Bradley captured your lips and you kissed back with little hesitation. 

He could taste the rain that had been running down your face and you could taste the remnants of his alcohol from earlier. Your fingers gripped his black undershirt and pulled him closer. The hand that had rested on your face moved to hold your bicep and the arm still wrapped around your shoulders pulled you onto your tippy toes, allowing you to deepen the kiss.

When you both pulled away, Rooster still held you on your toes and your hands rested on his ribs. “Bradley Bradshaw,” you said, voice slightly raspy from the intense kiss. “Yes, Honey?” “I’ve never been kissed like that before… Do it again.” The brunette happily obliged, “Yes, ma’am.” You smiled and giggled as he kissed you in the rain. It was so cliche but neither of you seemed to care.

You pulled away again, this time he placed you back on your feet. You smiled, “I’m gonna have to thank Jake later.” You felt him tense slightly at the mention of Hangman, but before you could voice it, Bradley spoke. “I’m sure I would have gotten to you eventually.” He planted a loud kiss on your wet forehead.

You close your eyes and smile at the feeling before looking him in his eyes. “You want to ask me, don’t you?” You could see the need for answers swimming in his eyes, but you knew he wouldn’t push it. He just cleared his throat, “Let’s go inside, yeah?” You studied him for a moment before nodding, “Yeah, we don’t need the two best pilots getting sick now do we?”

You walked back to the bar, you tucked right under his arm, your hand intertwined with the one on your shoulder.

As soon as you stepped in, Penny was right there with towels. “You idiots, get in here,” she said with a stern look, but you could hear the laugh behind it; much like a mother scolding her teens that knew better. 

“Get in front of the heater.” She ushered you both toward the shop heater, and gave you each another towel. You thanked her and she nodded, patting you both on the knee while giving you a wink.

Rooster laughed as he dried his face and neck, “You think she saw?” You pulled your hair out of the bun, “I think everyone did.” You shook your hair. “Dude!” You laughed at Rooster's shocked expression. He smiled and shook his hair, flinging water everywhere much like you had.

“Hey, Y/N.” You looked up, wiping your face, “Yeah, Jake?” “I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I don’t know why I-” “Jake, it’s fine. Plus, it wasn’t the only thing you seemed to spill to him.” Jake cringed, “Yeah, but hey! You guys are together now, so you’re welcome!” He clapped his hands together. “Am I-” “Forgiven? Yeah, I guess, but you buy my rounds for a week.” He nodded, “Done.”

You stood up and he knew what you were about to do. “Y/N-” He took a step back. “Hold on. This is a new shirt.” “I think he deserves it!” Javy said from the pool table. 

Jake looked back at him and you pounced. “AH! Okay, okay!” He groaned and hugged you back. “And to think Fitch is ‘Payback’,” he looked down at his damp shirt. You just patted his shoulder and sat back down with Rooster, watching him run the towel over his hair.

He stopped and looked at you, not even looking as his hand found yours with ease. You smiled, this time it reached your eyes, and you laid your head on his shoulder.

Rooster bunched the towel in his hands. “Why don’t you dance? You don’t have to answer, it’s just Hangman said you danced all the time in flight school.” You sighed and he was quick to reiterate that you didn’t have to tell him. 

“No, no. It’s okay.” Your other hand played with his thumb that had begun rubbing your knuckle.

“It was right out of flight school when I was going on a mission. My engine got taken out, and we were already too close to the hard deck for comfort and before I could even start trying to save the plane, the other engine started to go. My RIO and I had to eject, but if we wanted rescue we needed to be out of enemy territory. So, I pushed as hard as I could, getting just into friendly territory when the engine went out completely. Both of us knew we couldn’t save it so we ejected immediately.” Rooster nodded, listening as intently as he could.

Your breathing shuddered before you began and he moved his arm to rest around you. “But it wasn’t soon enough, we didn’t get far enough away and the explosion sent hot shrapnel into my legs.” Rooster always wondered where those scars on your legs came from. 

“When we hit the ground, we passed out from the impact.” You shook your head, swallowing, “By the time I woke back up, I was being hauled onto the rescue chopper and Stark was right next to me, just fine. I was rushed into surgery and by the time I woke up from that, I was informed that when Stark landed she broke some ribs, which caused internal bleeding and they couldn’t stop it in time…” Bradley pressed a kiss to your temple, “I’m so sorry.”

You swallowed and wiped the tear that escaped, “After my stitches were removed I started physical therapy. I was told I’d never walk, much less fly, again. But I proved them wrong, I mean look at me. I graduated from Top Gun for heaven's sake. I just focused so damn hard to walk and run better than I could before my accident, I forgot how to dance. It seems ridiculous, I know, but it’s true.” 

You chuckled humorlessly, “It’s like my brain seemed to push dance moves to the bottom file cabinet drawer and my legs just can’t do the moves.”

Bradley squeezed your shoulder, “Thank you for sharing that with me. And I know you definitely still have some rhythm because you alway tap your fingers and bob your head on occasion.” You looked up at him, wide-eyed, “I do?” His jaw dropped, “Wait, how did you not- you seriously never realized you do that?” 

You shook your head, astonishment on your face and it reminded Bradley of a child that learned they could do a really cool trick. He smiled and booped your nose, “You’re fucking adorable.” He smile widened when your nose crinkled at his touch.

As you stared up at him you got an idea, “Rooster, you big stud?” The man’s heart jumped up in his chest, “That’s me, Honey.” You smiled, eyes glancing down at the scar on his neck as your index finger traced it, “Will you teach me how to dance?” “I show you my moves, Honey.” He dipped down and captured you in a kiss.

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hey look at that! you’re still here! thank you for reading! <33

i know this idea is a little silly but i thought it was cute

and i’m very willing to write a part 2 to this if you guys want

tags <3: @milesdickpic @luckyladycreator2 @hotch-meeeeeuppppp​

thank you for being here babes <33

[levans44]

Damage Control - Chapter 13

Ever since her visit to the Compound, the thought of Steve refuses to leave her mind.

At home, at work, during meetings and late-night shifts, he occupies her mind like a stubborn cold she can’t quite shake.

The way he had looked that night, slumped over the bar table in exhaustion, tired fingers lifting up his drink as he chugs down the whiskey as if it were water. The look in his eyes as he talks about the blip, inexorable amount of guilt and fear trapped within that super-soldier frame.

Everything bothered her about that night.

And so she decides to do something about it, starting with a small little folder she creates on the very bottom corner of her laptop. Doesn’t dare name it in case anyone were to find it. She works on it, piece by piece while at work, and only when she’s sure there’s no one around her desk to snoop.

And as she’s working away, she giddily imagines his reaction when she finally gets to give it to him. And every single time, she can’t help the wide, goofy smile from appearing on her face.

The problem? Actually finding the right excuse to see him again.

Thankfully, by work of fate or just sheer luck, Steve had reached out first.

Hey, what are you up to this weekend?

Was the very unexpected yet welcome text she received at 7 am on a Saturday. With groggy eyes and confused fingers, she scrambled to text back:

Not much, wbu?

No plans—wanna hang out?

And damn him if this was the 100-year-old man’s version of Netflix and Chill, but she sure as hell wasn’t going to turn down the casual opportunity to give him his gift.

Then, her mind suddenly floats to the conversation they shared during lunch at the Thai restaurant. She types back, a mischievous smirk hanging off her lips.

What about a movie? I can come by around 10.

“Hi!”

Back to his usual self, he greets her cheerfully at the Compound. It almost makes her forget the version of him she had seen a few nights ago. They share a small hug, as if it were routine by now, and end up getting settled in one of the giant screen rooms of the non-official Avengers HQ.

She sinks into her side of the couch, with a bowl of popcorn and candy she’s manage to rummage from the compound kitchen, and flips through a myriad of movie titles until she finds the one she’s been looking for.

“Aha.” She mutters quietly, and Steve glances over interestedly, then back at the screen.

“Titanic?”

“Mhm. Such a classic.”

As she settles into her comfy beanbag chair, legs folded in front of her with Steve sitting only a few feet away, she tries to hide a smile, because she knew something he didn’t—this was the uncensored version of the film. Steve, completely oblivious to her evil plan, started to focus in on the screen, munching cluelessly on her bowl of popcorn.

Soon enough, the steamy scene in question comes up on the big screen. Steve lets out a not-so-subtle cough, eyes quickly diverting down to the bowl of popcorn in his arms. She glances at him subtly, smirking around a red twizzler, but stays silent.

When the film ends, they start speaking at the same time.

“He totally could’ve fit on that door.”

“This was what you were talking about when you asked me to draw you?”

They look at each other and have to stifle laughs. She has a wide smile on her face as she stands up.

“Told ya you’d like this film.” She shrugs, giving her legs a much-needed stretch as she walks over to the fridge, rummaging for two bottles of water. She takes a second to peer around, the compound eerily silent and empty. Even the fridge was stocked with little else aside besides water and canned cold brew (courtesy of Tony, she figured).

When she returns, he’s browsing on his phone, and she catches a glimpse of his screen over his shoulder—he seemed to be browsing through apartment listings in the area. She doesn’t want to be nosy, but can’t help but let her curiosity get the best of her.

“You trying to move out of this place?” She gestures around the room—giant ceilings, glass doors, and a surround sound-system that would put the best movie theaters to shame. Why would anyone not want to live here?

“Yeah, I’m… trying to find a place in Brooklyn but I don’t really know where to start.”

John, her coworker and Robin’s boyfriend, comes to mind. “I’ve got a friend who used to work in real estate. I could ask him for you.”

“Thanks, but I’d hate to put you in a weird position….” He sits up a little, scratching the back of his neck: a nervous habit, she’d noticed. She spots the reason for his hesitation from a mile away.

"Relax,” She rolls her eyes “I won’t tell him it’s for you.”

He gives her a small, grateful smile.

“Shouldn’t SHIELD be helping you secure private housing anyway?” She plops down next to him cross-legged, passing him the second bottle of water.

“Yeah, but through the organization it’s… never really private. I’m hoping to get a place without notifying HQ.”

He shrugs, voice a little quieter as if someone may be listening in.

She nods in renewed understanding. Privacy. That was why. For a guy like Steve, it made total sense.

She gives him a playful smirk, eyebrows raised. “Got it. So this is like a stealth mission.”

He chuckles, shaking his head as he takes a sip of his water. “Sure, if you wanna call it that.”

“Ok, got it. Say no more.” She feels a weird rush of adrenaline course through her stomach as she types up John’s contact on her phone.

“You know I have to say, I had no idea you were such a nerd.” She remarks as they climb down the stairs of the compound. After finishing Titanic, Steve had been intent on sharing his favorite Star Wars movie with her, insisting it could convince her to watch the rest of the series. She found herself obsessing over just how endearing it was that Steve goddamn Rogers was an honest-to-god fan of Star Wars, more so than she cared to admit. They shared Thai for a late lunch, during which she made sure to tease him a copious amount, before deciding to call it an evening.

“Just promise me you’ll finish the series.”

She lets out a laugh, tipping her head back.

“I think that might take me a few years, Steve.”

She eyes the jokingly disappointed look on his face, eyebrows raised and—my god is that a pout?

“But yes, I will try… for you.”

He nods with a satisfied grin. “Thank you.”

Once they reach the lobby of the Compound, she turns on her heels, tugging on the sleeves of her shirt as she looks up. She clears her throat, shuffling around in her bag as she diverts his expectant gaze.

Before she loses the courage, she fishes out her small project from the bottom of her bag, thrusting it in his direction. He glances down at it, before looking back up.

Slowly, he takes the small, flat square from her hand.

“What’s this?”

She sucks in a breath.

“It’s a… It’s a CD. I just put together some music you might like. With Marvin Gaye, and… ya know, some other classics.”

She swallows, glancing off to the side to hide just how nervous his gaze was making her.

“There’s this… vintage tabletop radio Tony got when I was working for him, and I noticed he still kept it in the living room. Just thought it might be nice to get some music playing from it.”

When she finishes talking, Steve doesn’t immediately respond—only surveys the blank CD, turning over it in his head and blinks. She purses her lip, frowning a little, practically bouncing on the balls of her feet as she scans the unreadable expression on his face. It’s nearly suffocating, the silence, and she’s just about ready to take it all back and scramble out the door when Steve looks up, finally returning her gaze.

“A mix, huh? And you say I’m old school.”

Her jaw all but drops in surprise, eyes fluttering down to the ground in embarrassment as her cheeks flare hot.

“Shut up.” She mutters.

He gives her an earnest smile, gazing warmly at her.

“Thank you, I… I don’t know what to say.”

He’s just being polite. That familiar sense of doubt starts crawling its way up her throat, her stomach dropping in realization.

A CD? Really? God, this was all so stupid, this was—

Suddenly, Steve takes a swift step forward and closes the distance between them, something about his demeanor shifting. Her wide eyes follow his gaze as he swoops down, his hand rising to frame the side of her face. She tilts her chin upward as he leans in, lips pressing against hers for the briefest of moments. Her eyes flutter against her cheeks, the butterflies going rampant in her stomach at the feeling of his soft lips against hers.

Once he pulls back, opening his eyes, there’s a few moments of complete silence. Then, she watches him survey the conflicted expression on her face, brows furrowing in a sudden moment of realization. The warm hand cupping her cheek immediately falling back to his side.

“I-I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have… I shouldn’t have done that.”

She stays silent, because even if she could find the words to articulate how she’s feeling, she’s not sure her throat was capable of producing any sound.

Steve clears his throat, taking a few steps back as his gaze drops to the floor. His ears tinged red, he seemed to be mulling over a decision in his mind, before looking back up.

“I just… I-I know we never got off on the right foot, but…”

Her breath hitches in her throat, and she has to bite down hard on her lip as she awaits what comes next.

“…the more time I spend with you, the more I want to get to know you.”

Her hands make tight fists at her sides as she shakes her head, taking a step back.

“Steve, I-I don’t…”

His brows furrow as she continues to walk further away, toward the door. She knows she should leave him with something more substantial than an apology, but there’s a heavy lump in her throat that feels like it’s just about ready to explode. Her vision tunnels as the blurry room crowds in on her, him at the center of it all.

“I-I don’t need an answer from you now, but—”

“—I’m sorry, I just…I gotta go.”

She yanks the door open behind her, eyes squeezing shut as to avoid the look on Steve’s face. Too late—Steve stands alone in the foyer, brows etched with disbelief, gazing at her with a sense of sadness that makes her sick to her stomach.

Little did she know, that last image of him would haunt her incessantly in the coming weeks.

Damage Control Masterlist

[chrisstvrns]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐖𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐓 ᯓᡣ𐭩

aurora's youtuber!matt & fangirl!reader au

warnings: use of y/n, multiple pov’s, fangirling. also i didn't go to the lets trip tour or the versus tour so i have no clue how it worked, it's probably 100% wrong i'm just going based off of what i know from social media lmfao. lowercase intentional! 

word count: 1k

before the show:

your eyes raked over your outfit as you looked at yourself in the mirror. baggy jeans, a “lets trip” tee, complete with a white bow, holding back the front strands of your hair. your hair was lightly curled at the bottom, and your makeup was perfection. you slipped on some jewelry, clasping the silver horse chain around your neck as your best friend called you from downstairs.

“i'm coming!” you grab your purse, stuffing 3 envelopes in it. one labeled “nick”, another labeled “chris”, and the final being labeled “matt”. you grab your lip gloss and toss it in your purse, along with your phone. you slip on your sneakers, jogging downstairs. you smile, throwing your arms around your best friend. 

a few weeks ago, tickets for the sturniolo triplets “lets trip tour” went on sale, and of course, you took the day off of work to make sure you got tickets for you and your best friend. now, the day was here. you hug your friend, smiling uncontrollably. 

“m’so excited!” you squeal

“me too!” your friend giggles in response

you unwrap your arms from around your friend as she leads you out to the car, and you climb in the passenger seat. on the way to the venue, the two of you play your playlist on full blast, singing along to every single lyric. some time later, you both scan your tickets, and are on line, waiting for the meet and greet to start. 

at the venue, on line:

“what do you think they smell like?” your friend asks, giggling

you look up at her, immediately starting to die of laughter. “that’s such a weird thing to ask!” 

as you and your friend are caught up in laughter and conversation, you don't realize who's standing just a few feet in front of you…

nick, matt, and chris were all walking over to the meet & greet area, glancing up at the fans on line and waving. when the three boys got toward the front of the line, matt looked up at the fans, his eyes scanning past you, but immediately snapping his head back and locking his eyes on you. you were lost in conversation and laughter with your best friend, not noticing the boy in front of you. after a few more seconds of staring, chris hits matts shoulder. 

“matt, c’mon, man!” 

matt is snapped out of his gaze, turning to face chris. 

“i- sorry” he mumbles, walking behind his brother, over to the entrance. 

they start meeting the fans, and of course posing for pictures, but matts focus was entirely on when you would show up. and when you finally did, it was difficult for him to remain calm. 

the meeting:

you went up to the triplets, smiling, although you were a nervous wreck. you hug nick, chris, and then matt. matts hug was different from his brothers. he held you tight, as if you would slip away from him. but, why? you were a fan- a stranger. at his meet and greet. he was such a nervous wreck. you were the fan, but you were also gorgeous, and that made matt so nervous. after you, your friend hugged the three. for the next couple minutes, you and your friend had mindless conversation with the triplets. of course, you told them your names. while you and your friend conversed with nick and chris, matt kept his eyes glued on you. he noticed the silver horse dangling around your neck- it was almost identical to his. he reached his hand up to his necklace, holding onto it as he looked up at you. the whole damn time, he was staring at you. your eyes, your smile, the way your cheeks got read when you laughed. a few minutes later, it was you and your friends time to go. you took your pictures with the triplets, and then, right before you were supposed to leave, you reached into your purse, pulling out three envelopes. you look up at chris, smiling as you hand him his. you then give nick his, and finally, you give matt his- containing your phone number. you knew the chances were low, like seriously? matthew sturniolo would text you? half the other fans here probably had the same idea as you! or so you thought… 

after the show: y/n’s pov

a few hours later, your best friend had already dropped you back off at your house, and gone home to hers. you had gotten showered, done your hair, taken off your makeup, and gotten changed into your pajamas. it was late, and you were exhausted. you were about to go to sleep, when your phone buzzed…

after the show: matt’s pov

the show ended a few hours ago, and me and my brothers were back in our hotel. we were going through a bunch of gifts and letters from fans, when i opened one. the name at the bottom immediately caught my eye- y/n. 

y/n.

the fan who has those beautiful eyes, that beautiful smile. everything about her was perfect- her laugh, her smile, the sparkle in her eyes. i started reading the letter, and for the first time all night, and i actually read it instead of just skimming through. she really just explained how long ago she found the channel, how she had watched every video we posted, how we were her favorite youtubers, the normal. she also explained how she always found me to be the most attractive. and, at the bottom, right next to her name, was her phone number. i didnt even realize, but i was blushing- hard.

“kid, whats gotchu all smiley ‘n shit?” chris loudly questions, making me snap my head up toward him

“uh, nothing, nothing. jus’ wrote something funny…” i mumble, trying to avoid the question

my brothers hesitantly nod, clearly not buying what i said. whatever. about an hour later, nick and chris go to their own hotel rooms, due to how late it was. me? i stayed up. i kept the letter from y/n in my hoodie pocket, knowing i’d go back to it later. i climb into the hotel bed, grabbing my phone and the letter. i open up my messages, typing in her phone number. i think for a few seconds before i type out a short message… 

texts:

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a/n: ahh the first fic is out🥹 this kinda sucks its lowk the first thing ive ever written specifically for tumblr so i kinda got lost?

likes and reblogs are always greatly appreciated! ੈ✩‧₊˚

- aurora ᡣ𐭩

tags:

@lvrsturniolo | @marrykisskilled | @mattscoquette

find parts of this au here!

[mymainwastoocluttered]

Actual Snake Boyfriend (Jamil)

Huh, a giant snake? Well, it's not like you can be surprised by whatever this new world throws at you– wait, is that Jamil?

NOTE: I only write for female reader but everyone is welcome to read it!

Naga! Jamil. A bit suggestive at the end?

Just some silliness, really. Prolly OOC.

— (⁠☞ﾟ⁠ヮﾟ⁠)⁠☞

Turning oneself into animals through magic is possible, but terribly taxing. Without proper training, one could overblot almost immediately

So the safest option is to drink a potion to change forms

(or to be Jack and have an Unique Magic that changes you into an ani)

But going back to the potions, they aren't simple to make, but a skilled potionologist can do it fairly easy

And when we're talking potionology, what duo is more qualified than Jamil and Azul?

(well, Vil and Rook, but shhhh)

At least, that's what they thought when Crewel told the class their task for the day

Except there was a slight miscalculation somewhere along the line

And now Jamil is a snake. Literally.

From waist down, he's a snake. Big, long snake, with shiny red, black and gold scales. Some scales also made their way up his back and under his eyes.

A few other things changed too: his nails became sharper, his fingers now a black gradient, his pupils are now slitted, and with his too long forked tongue, he can feel his already sharp canines become actual fangs.

Great. Jamil is very happy. Yay.

Thankfully, Crewel told him the effects of the potion would dissipate soon enough, maybe even later this same day.

So now he has to go through his day with about six feet of snake attached to his waist. At least he learns how to move quickly enough, not thanks to the Leech's terrible "tail advice"

Now, if only his crush the Prefect would stop staring.

— (⁠☞ﾟ⁠ヮﾟ⁠)⁠☞

"Can I help you?"

"Uh? Ah. No... sorry..." (Y/N) quickly looks away, failing to pretend she's interested on the book sitting on the counter in front of her.

It's been a few hours since Jamil turned into a naga, so he's had enough time to get used to the stares. He's never been one for having attention on him—easier to plot and scheme, after all—, but he can ignore most of it easily enough... unless the one staring is the Prefect, the Housewarden of Ramshackle. His heart cannot take being the recipient of her attention, specially when she seems to be drinking in his image with her eyes—if he's allowed to be a bit of a poet.

"You're staring again, Prefect," he points out as soon as he feels her gaze on him again, eyes glued on the food he's preparing in the hopes he won't blush too apparently.

Damn his stupid heart and its need to go in overdrive every time the girl is near. The time before his overblot was so much easier, when she was but a pawn for him to use. Now that he sees her as the incredible person she is, he has nowhere to escape.

"... Jamil, are you familiar with the term 'monster fucker'?"

If Jamil was eating something, he for sure would've died in a coughing fit.

"Pardon me?"

"Monster fucker is someone who is attracted to non-human beings, particularly the, uh, less human looking ones."

"..."

"..."

"... you want to fuck me?" is the first thing that comes out of his mouth, because it's the only thing his brain can process right now. Thankfully, he turned off the fire before she said that, or he'd burn something.

"Jams, you're the prettiest boy in this school, and I really like you, and you look really hot as a naga. Of course I want to fuck you!"

The hoodie is not enough for him to hide. He needs to dig a hole and die there right now. Not only because of his embarrassment over the sudden confession, but also because now that he is giving her 100% of his attention, his now heightened senses are telling him more things than he wants to know. Like the thumping of her heart, or the soft rustling of her rubbing her legs together, probably to alleviate tension.

Tension caused by Jamil.

And don't even get him started on the tantalizing smell of her arousal.

Dammit. The food will have to wait.

[imthebadguyyy]

A/N - based off of this sinful photograph

Suggested listening - Wildside by Normani and Kiss It Better by Rihanna

Wildside

Pairing - Lewis Hamilton x Reader (fem!littlemix!reader)

Fandom - F1

Summary - You've been on tour for a while, and you miss your loverboy. But when he surprises you on tour, its bound to get spicy.

Warnings - smut (not well written)

The snap of hips. The soft groans and moans. The sound of pants. The sound of Rihanna's 'Kiss It Better' blaring through the walls. The bed knocking against the wall as Lewis's hands squeezed your hips, the intensity of the thrust pushing the bed against the wall. The high pitched moan that left your mouth as you reached your high, eyes closing as stars exploded behind your eyelids, as your boyfriend came right after you, your walls clenching as he came. Even after reaching your high, you didn't want to open your eyes, far too consumed in the earth shattering pleasure that was coursing through your veins, until a soft hand reached to pull your chin up, soft brown eyes looking into your own, clouded with lust and euphoria.

Pulling your mouth into his in a heated kiss, Lewis moved his hand to rest on your bare stomach, squeezing your tummy softly as he deepened the kiss. Pulling away he let his head droop onto your bare chest. "That was.." he began, far too blissed out to think of an adjective. "Godly" you said, chest rising and falling rapidly, trying to come to terms with the intensity of your orgasm. Laughing he leaned back up to kiss your nose, before standing up and walking to the bathroom. You heard the tap running, and the sound of the dustbin opening and closing. You closed your eyes again, the aftershocks still coursing through your body.

Opening them again slowly, you saw Lewis walk towards you, towel in hand, and a lazy smile on his face. He gently cleaned your thighs, finishing with kisses on both of them. He reached up and wiped your torso, which was gleaming with a thin layer of sweat, before running the towel over your nose, cheeks, eyes and mouth. He dropped the towel in the clothes hamper near the bathroom door, pulling on his boxer shorts and and pulling out one of his t shirts from the cupboard. "What about the clothes on the floor" you piped up, finally beginning to wake up from your post pleasure state. "When did it get so messy?" He said, spotting 5 different clothing items in 5 different corners of the room. "When you decided to run your hand up my dress in a restraunt" you replied, throwing him a fake glare.

"You liked it" was his cocky reply, smirk spreading over his face as you flushed and ran a hand through your hair. "I did not" you lied, watching as he raised his eyebrows. "Oh really ? Thats not what you were saying 5 minutes ago- oh wait, you weren't saying anything at all. You were too busy moaning my name to say anything else-" "OKAY fine I loved it. Now shut up and bring your fine ass back for cuddles"

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That was a month ago. Now you've been away for nearly one and half months, away with the girls on the LM5 tour. You loved touring, it was the best part of being a singer, getting to see the music you girls made together come to life on a stage in front of thousands and thousands of screaming fans. It was a thrill like no other. The only problem was that you were away from home. Distance was never an issue for the two of you, after all, he was a Formula 1 driver. It was very rare that he was home, except during the breaks and the gaps till race weekend, but ever since you two had started dating, he tried to be with you whenever you could. Sometimes, your shows would be in places where the races were too, and then he'd definitely turn up. But it was a difficult thing to do all the time, and some nights on tour were spent pulling all nighters as you talked to each other on the phone, till one of you eventually fell asleep.

But you knew when you started dating him, this wouldn't exactly be a regular relationship. The two of you were doing your dream jobs, and they were both extraordinary. And you were willing to put in the work you had to put in to make the relationship work, and you did. Yet here you were in Madrid, feeling heartbroken and desperately wanting your boyfriend by your side. It had been a rough couple of weeks, you were jet lagged and tired, and although this was the second leg of the tour, and you had had a break, it was tiring. It was hard going to bed every night alone, when all you wanted was to cuddle your boyfriend.

Little did you know, Lewis was feeling the same. In fact he had missed you so much, he had told Angela and his publicist to cancel all events for a week, while he flew out to Madrid to see you. He had missed you, he had missed you more than he could put into words. But he also wanted to surprise you. Pulling out his phone, he scrolled down to Leigh Anne's contact, and sent her a text.

Lewis, Leigh Anne

Hey. Is Y/N asleep ?

Hey! No, she's in an outfit fitting.

Okay that's good. I need your help with something.

Sure how can I help ?

I want to surprise her by coming to see you guys in Madrid.

Oh thats wonderful ! She's been a little down in the dumps. I think she misses you.

I miss her too.

Let me know when, and I'll send a car to pick you up.

I'll be there on Saturday. Landing at 3:15 and I should be at the hotel by 4:30. Then I can get ready and surprise her at the show.

Okay done. I'll send the car around 5:30,so you can rest for a bit. You should be here by 6. The show's at 6:15.

Thank you! Can't wait : )

I'm so happy youre coming to see her ! I'll let the girls know.

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As soon as he had finished texting, Lewis decided to start packing, the prospect of seeing you again sending a buzz of happiness running along his veins. God, he had missed you a lot. He turned to Roscoe, the dog sitting by his feet, looking up at his dad with his head cocked to one side. "I'm going to go see Mumma, Roscoe" he explained, smiling as the doggo barked in response. He wouldn't be able to take him to Madrid, he'd have to leave him with a dog sitter, but he couldn't feel too bad about it, since he had had Roscoe with him even when you were gone. And besides, Roscoe enjoyed the dog creche. He couldn't wait for Saturday.

Later in the evening, he sat down with a glass of wine, while the ringtone of your FaceTime rang through the empty house. After a few more seconds of ringing, the call was picked up, your tired face coming into view. "Hi darling" he said, noticing the tiredness in your eyes, and how much you were struggling to keep them open. "Hi bubs. Did you finish eating?" You asked, rubbing your eyes. "No, I've ordered soup" (did anyone get the reference ;) "Oh okay" was the reply. "What about you? What time is it?" "Its 9:20 AM" you replied, gently rubbing your eyes again, forcing yourself to stay awake.

"9:20? Thats pretty late baby. Why are you still sleepy?" "We were recording till 4 AM, so Im functioning on like 5 hours sleep right now" "Oh damn. Go back to sleep then baby" "Can't, rehearsal" was you reply, making him furrow his eyebrows. "Okay I guess. But don't tire yourself out" "I won't" "I love you" he said, smiling at you. "I love you"

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The Madrid show was always a fun one. The fans were loud and you loved it. They were one of the best crowds you girls ever played for, and the show had its own adrenaline and excitement. But it was difficult to give a 100% when you were tired, but you really tried, you did. During Power, you hit highnotes you didnt think you could, during Woman Like Me you danced like there was no tomorrow. During Wasabi, you brought your sass level up to a 1000. It was during Bounce Back that you caught sight of a very familiar face in the audience. Unable to actually grasp if you had actually seen Lewis, you turned to Jade, who was on your side, and looked back at the crowd and back to her, asking for confirmation.

The smirk she gave you was answer enough. After that, focusing on giving an excellent performance increased tenfold. Every swirl of your hips, every flip of your hair, every wink you threw at the audience, it was all five times sexier. In the crowd, your boyfriend was well aware of what you were doing, and it was fair to say that you were succeeding at it. He could feel an uncomfortable sensation around his pants region, as his cock twitched uncomfortably in his pants. He couldn't wait till the show was over, and you two could have a show of your own.

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"That was amazing darling!" Lewis said, spotting the 5 of you in your dressing room. "Oh look its Mr. Loverboy!" Perrie said, cackling as you rolled your eyes at her, before running up to your lover and jumping into his arms. "Hiya Bub! I missed you!" "I missed you too love. That's why I surprised you. I couldn't stand another day without you at home" he said, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you stable as you jumped into his arms. A chorus of "awws" echoed throughout the room, as the girls watched your cute little interaction. What wasn't cute however was the comment Lewis made in your ear, hiding his face in your ear so that the girls couldn't see. "I can't wait to get back to the hotel. I saw the performance you were putting on for me baby. You have no idea how hard I got, how uncomfortable I was standing in front of so many people when all I really wanted to do was fuck you"

You could feel your mouth become dry, and your heartbeat quicken, and you could feel the area between your thighs become wet. You tightened your grip around him, letting your crotch rub against his very softly. "I think it's time to go" you mumbled against his ear. "Okay girls, as lovely as it was to see you, I think it's time we go back to the hotel. I'm pretty worn out from travelling as well" "Yeah I'm pretty tired too" you replied, faking a large yawn. "Alright then, we'll see you guys tomorrow!" Leigh Anne said, leaning forward to give you a hug. After you finished hugging all the girls, the two of you made your way to the car, eagerly waiting to get back home.

The car ride home was tense. The tension was apparent in the air, reverberating through the air, choking you in a way you revelled in. The air was thick with tension, and it was suffocating you in the best way possible. It was almost too much to take. When the hotel came into sight, you practically leapt out of the car, and rushed to the door, an equally ruffled Lewis beside you. But he was not going to give in to you so easily. He enjoyed seeing you flustered. And he was not a person that gave someone what they wanted when they asked for it,no. He was going to have you desperate for it. Smirking to himself, he made his way to the reception, grabbing you by the waist as he went.

Throwing him a confused look you followed, slightly frustrated. "Hello sir, how can I help you?" the man at the reception asked, eyes going slightly wide as he recognized the two of you. "Hi! I just wanted to ask, till what time is your pool and spa open?" He asked, sliding his hand down to the back of your dress. "The pool closes at 10 pm sir, and the spa at 9 pm. We open the pool at 7 am and the spa at 11pm"he replied, struggling to maintain his professionalism as he spoke to one of the best drivers in Formula 1. "Alright thank you. And what time does breakfast start?" Lewis asked, hand pressing down on your ass, ever so discreetly. "Breakfast is from 6-10 am sir" "Thank you so much"

Next to him, you were fuming. Of course he was going to ask questions to which he already knew the answers to. A painful throb between your legs made you let out a small whimper, and the man at the reception looked at you with concern in his eyes. "Ma'am are you alright?" He asked, eyeing your stiff posture and tense state. "Yes, just tired, thank you" you replied, a little stiffly, but it was hard to concentrate when Lewis's promise of fucking you senseless kept replaying in your mind. "Alright then, good night" Lewis said, biting back a smirk at your flustered state. He knew getting you all riled up would lead to some seriously earth shattering sex, and he couldn't wait. But first, he definitely wanted to tease you, to push you over the edge, just a little more.

Your room was on the 16th floor, and as the two of you made your way into the elevator, he eyed you up and down, eyes lingering on the curve of your breasts. The minute the door shut, he pushed you against the wall, capturing your lips in a steamy kiss you'd be remembering the next day. His hands moved to your ass, squeezing hard, eliciting a moan from your lips. The moment your lips parted, he was pushing his tongue into yours, his other hand coming up to pull on your hair roughly, relishing in the gasp that left your lips. As suddenly as he started, he stopped, pulling back and standing almost nonchalantly against the wall.

Trying to wrap your head around what happened, you gripped the wall with your hand, feeling your legs grow weak to a point where you felt like you couldn't stand on your own. You could feel your wetness dripping, threatening to run down your thighs, as the throbbing became even more painfully exciting. You looked down at the floor, eyes closing as your frustration grew more and more by the second. Finally, with a little 'ding', the elevator stopped at the 16th floor. The moment the door opened you stepped out on wobbly legs, trying your best to walk properly. But of course, that wasn't going to happen. As you turned one long corridor, Lewis suddenly grabbed your waist, pushing you against the wall again, to reach down and suck on your neck. You let out a gasp, and tried to run your crotch against his, but the retaliated with a slap to your ass, smirking when a high pitched moan left your lips. Lifting you up against the wall, he mumbled against your ear "the key card" your clouded mind was unable to process the words, too consumed by slight relief you were getting. "Get the key card baby" he repeated. This time you noted it, reaching down to his pants pocket to pull out the key card. You couldn't resist running your hand over his cock, feeling how rock hard he was. The thought of him fucking you senseless returned, and you let out a groan.

Grabbing the card from your hand, he opened the door, propping you up against the door in your bedroom. His eyes were filled with a raw, animal desire, as he dropped the card on the floor and reached up to unzip your dress. He ripped the zipper down, your dress falling to the floor in a crumpled heap. He locked his eyes on your heaving chest, hand reaching up to grab your chin, pulling you in for a searing kiss. His hand slid up your torso, reaching behind to unhook the red lacy bra you were wearing, letting it drop to the floor as he took in the glorious sight in front of him. You waited, wanting him to just touch you, but he just stared, eyes looking into yours, clearly saying "beg for it"

You couldn't help the soft "please" that left your lips, too desperate for some sort of touch. "Please what?' Lewis said, tightening his grip on your waist. "Please" was all you could say again, nearly whimpering again at the rough look in his eyes. "Use your words baby. Now, please what?" "Please just touch me!" You finally gasped out, moaning loudly when he licked a stripe down your chest before taking your right tit into his mouth. His hand fondled the left one, running his thumb over your erect nipple, the rough pad of his thumb sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. His mouth sucked on the skin of your tit, before moving down to bite down on your nipple. You gasped again, pain and pleasure coursing through your body as his tongue ran over your nipple over and over till it nearly felt raw. He switched his actions, moving his mouth to your left tit instead, letting his hand harshly fondle the other. He continued the same process of biting, licking and sucking, till he was satisfied with himself. "I fucking love this baby. Seeing you all wet and needy for me. So what do you want? My mouth? My fingers? My cock? Or does my baby want them all ?" He asked, watching as your pupils dilated and you let out a strangled moan.

You let your crotch rub against his thigh, gasping when the friction went straight to your core. "Look at you darling. I asked you what you what you wanted, and you picked my thighs? Well, I want to see you dripping. I want to see you cum on my fingers, my mouth, my thighs and especially on my cock. I'm going to make you cum over and over and over again till you can't even stand on your own fucking legs. I want your thighs to be shaking around my head. I want to see you moan and groan and scream my name so loud, by tomorrow everyone in this hotel will know my name, because you'll spend all night screaming it" you moaned again, his words going straight to your core."Please Lewis, God, just make me cum please!" The desperation of your cry was enough for him to carry you to the bed, dropping your body onto the soft mattress.

He pulled of shirt, unbuttoning every button so you could see him do it. He could see your eyes grow dark, as his compass tattoo came into sight. You had told him it was one of your favourites, and he had used it against you ever since you had told him that. Smirking at you, he climbed onto the bed, lying down between your legs. You pushed yourself up against the headboard, spreading your legs wide for him. His eyes grew dark, as your core came into his view, shimmering with your juices. A near animalistic growl left his mouth, the sound hitting your core. He moved so that he was situated right in front of your core. He let his eyes take in the sight of you in front of him, snapping back to reality when you let out a groan of frustration. Throwing you a devilishly reassuring smile, he inched neared and nearer, till his nose was nearly touching your clit. Then he just lay there. Not moving. You could feel your heartbeat hammering against your chest, chest heaving up and down, an alarming intense feeling growing in your tummy. Finally, when it became too much you let out a small scream of frustration "Oh for fucks sake Lewis please just fuck me!" Your outburst brought a smile to his face. "Oh I will. Just not yet" and with that, he ran a finger along your slit, before finally slipping it into you. You let out a moan, finally getting the friction you had been desperate for. His fingers circled your clit, thumb gently pressing down, before he removed it,only to slam it back down on your sensitive clit, earning a scream of pleasure from you.

He slipped a second finger into you, scissoring around your clit, as your desperate cries of "oh, oh baby! Fuck, fuck lewis-" were lost in the heat of the moment. He leaned his head down to your core, letting his tongue run along your slit too, before licking around it, collecting your wetness on his tongue, before letting it harshly circle your clit. You bucked up into his mouth, feeling his tongue wrap around your clit. He sucked the nub harshly, his fingers still moving in and out of you. "Oh God, Oh GOD, Lew-I- oh! Oh God!" Your broken moans were music to his ears as he sucked your clit into his mouth. You could feel a strange intensity growing in your stomach, feeling a lot stronger than your usual orgasm. The band in your tummy was threatening to snap, but you needed that something more to help it snap. That something more came when Lewis sucked your clit into his mouth, letting it rest in between his teeth, before flicking it with his tongue.

With a cry of "Oh fucking hell, Lew-" you camr gushing into his mouth, your juices coating his fingers and gushing onto his tongue, as he let you ride out your orgasm on his deadly skilled tongue. Well, he had got his wish. Your thighs were shaking around his head, as your body tried to come to terms with the intensity of the pleasure coursing through your body. Looking down, you saw him with his painfully hard cock, grinding down on the sheet, as he let out a moan at the relief the bedsheets gave him. Raising an eyebrow, you patted your thigh, signaling him to come over to you. "You loved on me so well bubs. But I can see how hard you are. Do you want to use me to get off?" You asked, watching the effect you had on him. All he could do was nod, as you sat up on your knees. "Stand up" you ordered, getting up from the bed as well.

You walked over to the wall, letting your body rest against it. Somewhat confused, Lewis followed you, standing in the space between your legs. "I tried to get off using your thighs didn't I? I think you'll enjoy it as much as I did. So use me. Use my thigh. Get off" looking at you in pure shock, your boyfriend moved forward, groaning when you pushed your leg against his throbbing cock. He relished in the friction, slowly beginning to move against your leg, moaning when he began to rub against your leg. He began to hump your leg faster, as the pleasure began to build up in his body, before you reached your hand down to cup his length in your hands, moaning when you realized your fingers didn't quite meet. You ran your fingers along his length. You pumped him, letting your thumb circle his sensitive tip, eliciting a soft whine from him. You circled faster, moving down to your knees, and letting your tongue run up his shaft very softly. Above you, Lewis slammed his hands against the wall, groaning when you took him into your mouth.

But a part of him still wanted to cum inside when he was fucking you (in a condom, because wrap it before you tap it) so he pulled you back up, smirking when you whined. "I know baby, but I just really wanna fuck you now. Back on the bed please, unless you want me to take you here against this wall" practically running, you clambered onto the bed. You watched as Lewis pulled out a condom, ripping the packet open before climbing back on top of you. He let his hand rest on your hip, eyes temporarily losing some of the animalistic need that had been present in them. Leaning down, he connected your lips together in a kiss, a searing, intense kiss that took your breath away. "Ready love?" He asked, looking into your eyes, looking to see if there was even a slight hint that you didn't want this. But you did.

With a sudden jolt, he thrust himself into you, groaning when your warm walls clamped down on him. His hips thrust into you, starting off slow, letting you adjust to his massive length. "My sweet baby,taking me so well. Does it feel good?" You couldn't even respond, mouth agape, as his the pace of his thrusts increased. "Answer me" he said, suddenly stopping. Almost crying out at the loss of pleasure, you looked at him with desperation. "Yes yes, fuck it feels so good, please don't stop!" "Thats all you had to say baby" he said, before pushing in again, slowly. Then, he pulled back out. Looking at him in confusion, you gasped when he slammed back into you, a high pitched moan of "Lewis!" leaving your lips. He moved so that he had a better hold of your hips, rocking the both of you back and forth, the intensity of his thrusts was so much that the bed knocked back against the wall. What he wasn't expecting was for you to take his left thumb up to your mouth, running your tongue over it before sucking on it.

Moaning, he started thrusting into you even harder, shifting so that he was directly hitting your g spot. "Oh, God ! Oh fuck, Baby that feels so good please keep going keep-oh!" The cry that left your lips was so loud, you were sure Perrie in the room next to yours had heard you. "Fuck baby, you take me so well" Lewis said, as he nearly hammered your g spot. He was so, so damn close to cumming, and when you leant up and bit a sensitive spot on his neck, he came, gushing into the guard between you two, but he wanted you to cum to, so he reached down to pinch and rub your clit, still riding out his orgasm in you, moaning when you came with a scream. He winced when your core spasmed on his sensitive cock, and he pulled out slowly, before collapsing next to you. Panting, you curled up to him, letting your hand rest on his compass tattoo. "Okay that was Godlike" you said, earning a tired laugh from your lover.

"Yeah it really was. I missed you" he said, allowing you to nuzzle into his neck, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. "I missed you too" you replied, kissing the tattoo. "I love you too" As you lay there together, still revelling in the moment, your phone buzzed. Reaching over to check it, you saw your groupchat with the girls flooding with messages.

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Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Y/N, I'm filing a noise complaint. 🍆

Jade ✨ - Pez 😂 let them be. It's been a while for her.

Leigh 🦋- She really got some tonight huh? 😏

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️- LOL she did !! And it was obviously some goooood 'some' *wink wink*

Jade ✨- I could hear em too, and Im on the other end of the hall.

Leigh 🦋 - I know I did too! Must be some damn good sex. 😏

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Go Y/N !!

Jade ✨ - Can't wait till she reads this.

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Are they still going?!

Leigh 🦋 - No 😂 she's reading the messages. Y/N!! Yoohoo!

You - yes I'm here 🖕🏽

Jade ✨ - Did you have fun babe 😏

You - ..... yes

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - babe you can't really say no because we heard you

You- Im not saying I didn't have fun. But you guys need to calm down.

Leigh 🦋 - But its funnn

You - okay byeeee ❤

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Going for a round 2 😏?

You - okay I said bye.

Leigh 🦋 - she is !!

Jade ✨ - Go babe !

You - I need to leave this group.

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - No we love you !! ❤

Leigh 🦋 - Yeah don't leave us ❤

Jade ✨- Don't leave meee ! ❤

You - Haha I'd never leave you girls ❤ now bye.

Jade ✨ - bye babe !

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - bye you sexy minx 😏

Leigh - bye hun 💙

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Smiling to yourself, you put your phone away, to see Lewis looking at you with a raised eyebrow. "Who was it?" "Just the girls" you said, cuddling back up to him. "What did they say?" Giggling, you looked up to him and kissed his neck. "They said they're going to file a noise complaint. And they asked me if we were going for a round two" "Were we really that loud?" He asked, looking at you in surprise. "Yeah, even Leigh heard us and she's at the end of the hall!" "Damn" Lewis said laughing. "Well," he said, looking at you again, with a cheeky look in his eye, "they were right about one thing" "And what is that?" You asked, smiling at him mischievously. "We are going for a round two"

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@maxverstappenx @grandestrategia (because you are worth it 🦋💙)

[touyasdoll]

Bakugou 100% has a thing for hickeys and thigh-highs. So imagine him coming home to f!reader and sees them dressed in thigh-highs and now he can only think about marking her up to make sure everyone knows she is his.

Hopefully this helps the thirst (can be either SFW or NSFW)

YES. Ahh thigh highs are the greatest & he would absolutely lose his shit if he found out you wore them out of the house without him. Like if you’re gonna look that fucking good, he better be on your arm so he can threaten anyone who dared to look at you for just a little too long. How else is he supposed to let everyone know who you belong to?? Good thing the man is a damn professional at leaving his marks allll ooverrr your body.

NSFW, Minors DNI

Pairing: Bakugou x reader

Warnings: marking, biting, BDSM dynamics, jealousy

That Outfit

"Hey, baby," you smiled over your shoulder from the kitchen as you heard your fiancé enter through the front door. "How was your day?"

He met you halfway, wrapping his arms around your waist as yours encircled his neck, leaning up into his kiss.

"Hey, babe," his hands roamed lower, over your hips and then to your cheeks, giving each one a firm squeeze with a devious grin on his face. "Wasn't great, but I know how you can turn it around."

“Oh, do you?” A soft giggle left your lips as you played with the hair at the nape of his neck. “In a minute, I promise. I just got back with groceries, so I gotta put ‘em away real quick. Would you mind helping me?”

He threw his head back and groaned impatiently, squeezing your ass once more before he nodded toward the kitchen and struck your behind with a playful spank.

“Let’s get goin’ then,” his hands relinquished their hold on you, letting you start towards the kitchen with him following behind you. “If this ends up taking too long, I’m gonna take you right there on the kitchen floor.”

“There isn’t much to do, really. Shouldn’t take more than a—,” you glanced back at him over your shoulder and saw that he had stopped in his tracks, his arms now folded over his chest as he scrutinized you from afar with an unreadable expression. “What? What are you looking at?”

“The fuck are you wearing?”

Your head shook in confusion as you glanced down at your outfit, composed of a simple top, a plain skirt, and thigh high stockings that came up to mid thigh, just below the hem of your skirt.

“What do you mean? I thought you liked this outfit, Katsu?” You turned toward him, brushing off your skirt as you flashed him a doe-eyed pout.

“You wore that out of the house?” He gestured to your legs, face twisting into a scowl as he walked slowly towards you.

“Just to the grocery store, yeah,” you took a step back, feeling your back press against the wall of the hallway. “I wore it for you though, baby,” you reached out your hand, smiling suggestively as you ran your fingertips up his arm while your other hand lifted the hem of your skirt up above your thigh.

He didn’t fall for your distraction. Instead, he narrowed his eyes, smirking as he rested his hand above your head, leaning forward as he grasped your hip.

“You think flashin’ me your panties is gonna make me forget about you runnin’ around town in an outfit like that?” He leaned in closer, palming your ass before grabbing a handful, “Letting all those extras get a peek at those beautiful fuckin’ thighs of yours? Uh-uh, princess. You know what I gotta do now, right?”

Your breath hitched, back arching into him as you looked up into his red irises and nodded, catching your lip between your teeth. “Yes, Sir.”

“That’s my girl,” his hand moved from beside your face, pushing into your hair as he pulled your head to one side. You could still feel the devious grin on his lips as he bit down and then roughly sucked over the fresh teeth marks.

“Ah!” You shifted your hips forward as you moaned into his ear, draping your arms around his neck.

“Mm-mm,” he pulled your arms off his neck before sliding his hands beneath your skirt, speaking against your skin as he continued sucking on your pulse. “Pull my cock out, sweetheart.”

You did as you were told, strangled moans falling from your lips while you diligently unfastened his belt and tugged his pants down, freeing his stiffened cock from its confines. He groaned as you wrapped your fingers around his length, stroking slowly and swiping your thumb over the tip to collect the clear liquid beading there.

“Should be illegal for you to wear these fuckin’ things,” his lips moved to your collarbone as he stooped down and slipped two fingers beneath the band of both of your thigh highs, snapping them against your skin. You mewled at the sensation, responding by stroking his cock faster. “You—fuck, baby—you look too fuckin’ good in ‘em. You feel how hard my cock is for you, princess?”

Two fingers hooked into your panties, tugging them aside before slipping between your folds, rubbing eager circles over your puffy clit. A soft whine escaped you as you struggled to remain on your own two feet, the pleasure becoming too much already. You leaned against the wall behind you, gasping with need as you felt the absence of his fingers between your legs.

“Hang on, baby,” his voice was gruff, his hands greedy as they slipped behind your thighs, squeezing as he lifted you up, hoisting you into his waist as your arms and legs encircled him on instinct.

His lips made contact just between your neck and shoulder, sucking with renewed vigor as he pinned you against the wall, cocking his hips back to thrust himself into your hot, wet cunt.

“Katsu!” Your arms tightened around his neck as you cried out, wincing at the sudden stretch and then tossing your head back as the intense pleasure hit you.

You wouldn’t last long in this position. The way his hips snapped against yours, trapping you at the perfect angle for him to fuck straight up into your cervix, had you on edge from the penetration alone.

“You’re squeezing the life out of my cock, baby. You fuckin’ like this? This what you were thinking’ about when you slapped this slutty little outfit of yours on, huh?” His thrusts came faster, hitting harder as you clung to him for dear life. “You gonna cum for me, sweetheart? Drip all over these damn stockings I like so fuckin’ much?”

The filth spewing from his mouth threw you over the precipice. Your walls spasmed around him as you cried out, cursing around his name as he fucked you through your release before following you into bliss. Ribbons of white filled you up as his hips stilled inside you, grunting from somewhere deep in his chest. His eyes opened as he chased his breath, pupils blown as he pulled your back from the wall and replaced it with his own, leaning against it as he sank to the floor, keeping his softening cock stuffed inside of you.

You collapsed against his chest, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck as you felt your pulse surging in each one of the marks he’d littered across your neck. His arms closed around you, a hand moving to stroke your hair as he placed a kiss to your temple.

“Katsu?”

“What?” He grumbled, eyes shut in post-coital exhaustion.

“We still gotta put the groceries away,” you laughed quietly, resting your hands on his abdomen.

“Fuck the groceries,” he tilted his head back against the wall, looking you in the eyes with a smirk. “I ain’t done’ with you yet.”

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IM SO GLAD I COULD CONVINCE U BC ITS FANTASTIC AND I HOPE MORE PPL GET INTO IT! and im literally the biggest slut for aquariums so ty ty and hope u enjoy 🤙🏽 @alibrick1

♡ Aquarium Date ♡

Soshiro Hoshina x Unspecified Gender! Reader

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“What’s so funny?” You huffed, giddiness at the sight of the incredible creature in the tank in front of you quickly turning to suspicion upon turning away to look for where your boyfriend could have wandered off to, only to find him standing a few feet behind you, laughing.

“Nothin’.” He chuckled, a smile still on his face as he closed the distance between the two of you, though now his eyes were on the large whale shark that passed by behind you, which was arguably where his attention should have been considering the two of you didn’t go to the aquarium just stare at each other, but he couldn’t help his focus shifting to you more often than not.

Things at the base had been a bit hectic to say the least and being the vice captain, that chaos naturally landed right in his lap and he was expected to take a large part in getting things under control. That combined with the fact that you hadn’t exactly gotten off easy yourself meant that the two of you had been seeing very little of one another, which was generally expected due to your jobs and the fact that he was never really ‘off duty’ due to his position, but you’d barely had time to do anything aside from maybe eat lunch together and even that had become rare.

To be honest, he was arguably more put off by your lack of time together than you were, yet it was you who ended up finally requesting to get a weekend off with him.

While you decided to shoot high by asking your captain if her vice captain could be included in your time off, you were expecting her to draw the line at him considering the amount of work that had to be done, but to your surprise she agreed. It was something about how she knew good performance stemmed from a well rested mind, but all you heard was ‘you get a weekend off with your boyfriend’ and you were practically running down the hall ordering shinkansen tickets to Osaka and texting Soshiro simultaneously. He didn’t believe it at first, but he was more than happy to agree so here you were, at the Kaiyukan aquarium on a well deserved weekend off.

He himself was pretty impartial to aquariums and zoos, he dealt with insane creatures damn near everyday so there was never really anything about the attractions that really drew his attention. You, on the other hand, were someone who had become very good at drawing his attention and he’d caught himself staring a good handful of times throughout your day.

It was partially because of your looks, especially since you had gone all out considering the fact that you rarely got to do so, but mostly because this was the first time he had seen you looking excited and happy in a while. Usually when you saw one another, you were both exhausted and just about out of any energy you could muster, so seeing you looking into the various fish filled tanks with a wide smile playing on your lips and an extra pep in your step was more than enough to give him reason to stare.

He only laughed because he couldn’t believe himself for being so romantically cringey, plus it was funny seeing you practically smash your face against the glass to get a better look at the gentle giant that swam by every once in a while, but he was quick to act like he definitely-totally-100% wasn’t laughing at you.

“ ‘Nothin’ “, you mocked while gently elbowing him in the ribs before leaning into his side as he feigned dramatic pain. “You’re a shit liar, I can always tell when you’re laughing at me.”

“I don’t know what you mean.~” He hummed, this time letting out an actual ‘ow’ upon receiving a kick to his foot as he wrapped an arm around your waist. “Just in a good mood ‘s all.”

You hummed, shifting your eyes to look at him before looking back at the display before you. You liked to act like you didn’t care in retaliation to the amount of teasing you received from him, but you really did want him to have a fun weekend to relax a bit. You had been a tad bit worried that he might have wanted to spend his small slice of free time having time for himself, not that you would blame him, so you were relieved to see the lack of tense body language that you had been seeing in him as of late and a genuine smile on his face.

“In a good enough mood to buy me dinner?” You challenged with a raised brow, not wanting to dwell on being mushy for long as he let out a laugh of his own while giving a gentle squeeze to your waist.

“You’re not very good at being persuasive.”

“What do you want me to do, pose?”

“God no, that would be embarrassing and then I’d have to act like I don’t know who you are.”

You rolled your eyes and let out a faux huffy “Fine then.”, though when you went to pull away from him he was quick to tighten his grip, reflexes as fast as ever as he pulled you closer and muttered a resigned “Fine, fine.” against your skin while pressing a playful kiss on your temple.

“Gross, people are gonna think we’re dating or something.” You teased, this time actually wiggling out of his grasp to get a move on as your hunger began to creep up on you at the mention of dinner.

He simply smiled, moving to follow after you as he had done so many times before and would probably end up doing until the day he died.

“Yeah, well-“ He started, lacing his fingers with yours as he caught up. “Guess we’ll just have to tell them I got lucky.”