#how did i never connect the dots???????? oh my god???

[reverentwormpriest]

CHOP SUEY SYSTEM OF A DOWN THE SHINJI IKARI CODED SONG THAT YOU ARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[coffeeworldsasaki]

Once again chanting in my mind "graphic card" to avoid snapping at my mother saying dumb shit

[bbydoll18xx]

I’ve Got a Wand and a Rabbit (Part 2)

You give Paige some guidance when it comes to self-pleasure.

Paige Bueckers x reader

Part 1

Masterlist

Word Count: 2.4k

Themes: mentions of sex, sex toys, and some ~self-pleasure~

A/N: hiii guys!!! I honestly cannot get over the love for part 1. That was probably one of my favorite things I’ve written since I’ve been here on tumblr, and I’m so glad you guys shared the love 💜😚

I hope part 2 doesn’t disappoint!!

Here we go!!

~

“You shoulda seen the way she was blushing! I’ve never seen her act that way!” KK roars to the rest of UConn’s women’s basketball team, the girls leaning forward in extreme interest as KK recounts how Paige had turned into a bumbling mess in your presence the day prior. 

“God, KK, shut up. I did not,” Paige whines, her face growing warm with humiliation. 

“There she goes again,” Jana teases, and the girls erupt into another round of laughter. 

“Y’all suck,” Paige pouts, walking off the basketball court and heading towards the locker room for a much needed reprieve. 

The taunting had yet to stop since she had stepped foot in the sex shop a week prior. KK and Ice had hunted down valuable information that a certain someone had worked there, and they had forced Paige to come inside, knowing you were standing behind the counter.

Paiges’ thoughts drift back to that day, as they had nearly a million times the past week, and she muses over the way your hair had flowed over your shoulders and your lips glistened pink.

Her crush on you was unwavering, the same way the ocean waves continuously kissed the shoreline. 

And despite what nearly everyone had perceived about Paige Bueckers, she was absolutely terrified when it came to expressing her feelings. Especially about you. So she bottled them up, settling for watching you from afar with a hope that maybe she’d muster up the courage to talk to you.

That was until her teammates had made the decision to do so for her. 

She really couldn't be all that mad at them.

Her crush on you had started three years ago. The two of you had shared a fondness for studying in the same area of the library, where it was quiet and away from the loudness of your respective roommates. Paige’s grades had always been good, but the daily motivation of seeing you, tongue occasionally peaking out in concentration and your body nestled in large, comfy-looking sweatshirts had Paige securing her place on the Dean’s List semester after semester. 

And with everything Paige did, she completely lacked subtlety when it came to you, and it only took a few longing glances in your direction for Ice and KK to connect the dots. 

~

“Oh, c’mon you can’t be mad at me,” KK whines, running into the locker room after Paige. 

Paige rolls her eyes. “Well, you ain’t gotta put me on blast.” She sits on the bench, putting her head in her hands.

“You’re being way too dramatic. She offered to show you how to use the damn toy,” KK stresses, and Paige’s face goes pink again.

“Soo,” she drags out the word with a thoughtful expression on her face. “Just take her up on the offer and boom you can have sex and then live happily ever after!” 

Paige’s eyes widen as KK, in the midst of her rambling, doesn’t see Coach Geno walk in behind her. 

Based on the look on his face, he had definitely heard KK, and he clears his throat, causing KK to whip around, her hand flying over her mouth as she pieces the situation together.

“Shit,” she mumbles under her breath, sending a weak smile over to Geno, who just waves her away, a disgusted grimace on his face.

But as Geno rambles on about how the practice went, Paige’s thoughts drift back to the way you suggested to help her. 

Would you really want to? Paige was navigating something completely new, and it was stressing her the fuck out.

If only there was a way to get rid of the pent up anxiety.

~

On the other side of campus, you were having a similar dilemma. You had been trying to work out what had come over you yesterday when you had boldly and uncharacteristically offered to teach Paige Bueckers how to use a vibrator.

The interaction plays in your mind for the millionth time, and you slap a palm across your forehead in frustration.

“I am so fucking stupid,” you groan, catching the attention of your roommate who was working on a paper at the seat across from you at your most favorite spot in the library.

“What’d you do now?” She asks, and you divulge her in yesterday's interaction with Paige, and her eyes widen.

“Dude, you have been drooling over her for the past three years, and you’re telling me you’re not going to wife her up?” She asks in a hushed whisper.

“I think she was just being polite,” you sigh. “We exchanged numbers, but I’ve been too scared to do anything.”

Charlotte shakes her head in mock derision, “I raised you better than that.”

You sit there a moment, contemplating. 

“Fuck. Okay, I’m gonna do it.” 

Pulling out your phone, you pull up Paige’s contact information, your fingers shaking slightly as they ghost over the keypad. 

“Hi, still need some help? If not, no big deal. Just thought I couldn’t leave a pretty girl stranded,” you read out to Charlotte as you compose the text, and she claps loudly in approval.

“God I hope she doesn't think I'm some sort of sex addict,” you moan, looking at the delivered sign under the text. 

~

Back in the locker room, Paige nearly chokes on a swig of water as your text appears on her screen. Aubrey, who is sitting next to her, slaps her on the back a few times, before leaning over to take a good look at what was causing the reaction.

Aubrey hoots loudly as she reads the text and promptly snatches Paige’s phone out of her hands to show it to KK, who had proudly deemed herself the captain of yours and Paige’s ship.

“FINALLY!” KK yells, fist pumping the air with great enthusiasm, and the whole locker room erupts into laughter again. 

Paige rereads the text. And then again. Your words were flirty and sure, just as they had been yesterday, and Paige is once again reduced to a blushing, simpering mess. 

She looks around the room, eyes wide and a shy grin on her face. “What do I say?” And the girls erupt again.

“Tell her you wanna fu—” KK starts eagerly before Azzi, who was sitting next to the younger girl, covers her mouth with a sharp look on her face. KK moves Azzi’s hand away, pouting and muttering to herself about how she’s “just tryna help Paige get some pussy.”

With pink cheeks and a pounding heart, Paige composes a reply, hiding her phone from the curious eyes of her teammates, hoping it seemed way more confident than she felt. You had a strange effect on her, reducing her assured ways into a bumbling mess, teetering on the edge of falling into madness.

And it was just the beginning. 

After all, you had yet to even touch her. 

~

That night you stand in front of Paige’s door with a pounding heart, determined to keep up the facade you had attached to your being, and as she appears on the other side, it is cemented. 

There was just something about seeing a bashful Paige Bueckers that makes your confidence soar, and you send her a cheeky smile, reveling in her mannerisms.

Paige leads you into her bedroom, and you immediately spot the purple vibrator laying atop of the comforter. 

You break the ice. “So what’s stopping you from finishing?” You ask, looking her in the eyes.

An embarrassed chuckle leaves those pink lips, and she rubs a hand over the back of her neck. “I guess I just keep gettin’ distracted,” she mumbles, and you nod in understanding.

“I like to think about someone,” you say boldly and pointedly. “If you close your eyes and immerse yourself into a fantasy, it’s almost like they’re there with you.” 

You watch as she takes a deep breath, like she’s mentally preparing for what she says next.

“Can I try again? And you can walk me through it?” 

The air leaves your lungs, surprised by her suggestion, and you agree before any other thought could cross your mind. 

The situation was something out of a filthy romance book, and as Paige undresses down to her boxers and her sports bra, you thank every star you had wished on the last three years for letting this happen. 

Paige settles onto her pillows, her chest rising and falling rhythmically, and with shaky hands, grabs the vibrator.

“P,” you say softly, and her eyes fly back open, meeting yours. “Use your hands first. Tease yourself, and let the arousal build up,” you suggest kindly, and she nods, putting the toy back down.

She runs her hands across her toned stomach, causing your own to lurch with want. Her hair was sprawled out on the pillows, and her bottom lip was red and plump from biting it, and despite just getting started, she looked completely fucked out. 

You secretly hope the image never leaves your memory.

Paige continues to tease herself, her fingers delicately dancing across the fabric of her boxers, and a quiet moan leaves her mouth. Her eyes are still closed in concentration, and you wished you could peer into her thoughts, hoping you were the object of her most intimate fantasies. 

And as if she could read your thoughts, your name leaves her mouth in a broken whimper that has you wanting to jump her bones and connect that sinful mouth with yours.

She’s panting now. Her eyes open, those crystal clear baby blues pleading for more. The unspoken words spoken between the two of you bridged a formidable bond, and you know at that point that this would lead to a whole lot more than offering friendly tips on masterbation. 

“Need more,” she whispers, her lithe body squirming on the bed hinting at her growing arousal. 

“Okay, baby, now take the vibrator and start at your tits and run it down your stomach,” you instruct, your voice nearly trembling. 

The quiet buzz fills the room before it’s cut with Paige’s whimpers as she runs the toy over her now exposed breasts. The pointed, pink peaks of her nipples make your own strain against the lace of your bra, and you shift uncomfortably in the gaming chair you are sitting in. 

The toy gets dragged over her belly, going lower and lower until it grazes the waistband of her underwear, and with a frustrated sigh, she lifts her butt to rip off the offending fabric. 

And now she was laid out bare in front of you, occasionally peeking at you, making sure you were still watching. 

You could not look away, and your body subconsciously leans forward toward the blonde girl. 

She places the buzzing toy on her clit, her back arching off the bed in response, moaning in pleasure. Her hips jump, grinding against the vibrator, desperately seeking an orgasm that had been denied from her several times over the past week. 

“Doin’ so good for me, baby,” you whisper, enthralled with the display in front of you, and Paige opens her eyes once more at your praise, sending you a needy look and a pout. 

“Keep going,” you encourage, and she adjusts the vibration, a higher pitched buzz ringing through the small room. 

Paige’s skin glows with a subtle sheen of sweat and arousal that you want to meticulously lick, and her whimpers grow louder as she squirms, her eyes never leaving yours. 

“Fuck, gonna cum,” she groans, and you bite your lip, her noises effecting every fiber of your being. 

And with a loud moan, your name leaves her mouth, along with a long string of expletives, as her back arches off the comforter again. Her chest heaves as the orgasm rips through her, and her eyes roll back in overwhelming pleasure.

Your gaze rakes over her, taking in the gorgeous woman laid out before you, watching as she slowly comes down from the high. 

“Oh my god,” Paige breathes heavily, suddenly feeling exposed and shy again. 

“That was probably the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” you admit, your own cheeks flushed with arousal, and Paige’s eyes trail to your peaked nipples straining against the fabric of your shirt. 

“I was thinkin’ of you the whole time. And that was the best fuckin’ orgasm I have ever had,” she responds, putting her underwear back on, much to your displeasure. 

“Thank you,” she adds shyly.

You shrug, moving to sit next to her on the bed, you run your hand across the flesh of her thigh, goosebumps erupting in its wake.

And before you can even make your own move, Paige connects your lips in an impassioned kiss that adds fuel to the fire that was raging in your core. The kiss was messy with unrestrained want and need, swapping unsaid words that had been brewing in both of your heads over the last three years.

The two of you had unknowingly fallen in love with the thought of each other, and now, here you were, falling right into each other. 

And it wasn’t going to stop there. 

~

The next afternoon, you are back at work, your mind continuously going back to the delicious display of Paige’s naked body. You had been on the edge all day, dying to get home to rub one out. Or four, if you were being completely honest with yourself. 

Sitting in the back room in front of the fan, desperately needing a cool off, you hear the familiar jingle of the bell on the front door, alerting you that someone had entered the shop. You take a few deep breaths, trying to compose yourself. 

It was hard to be cordial when you were surrounded by sex toys.

You walk out of the back room, your eyes immediately trained on Paige who was now standing at the front counter with a huge smirk on her face. 

Blushing you walk up to her, pressing your lips to hers, the taste of her mouth sending your body up in flames once more.

“What’re you doing here?” You ask breathily.

Paige gestures towards the package she had set on the counter with a wide smile. “Figured I’d add to the collection. Wanted to buy something for your pleasure,” she adds casually.

Your belly lurches as your eyes land on the strap on, a deep purple and six inches of thick rubber.

“Fuck me,” you breathe, feeling yourself drip with excitement at the thought.

“Oh, I plan to,” Paige grins, and she pulls you in for another kiss.

Things were just getting started.

~

This was a blast to write!! Also I am obsessed with shy, blushy Paige

xoxo katy

~

You can now read part 3 here

[disneyprincemuke]

i'm not pregnant

“wait,” you blink. “lando, what did you just say?”

lando stares at you, gaping wordlessly as he tries to find his words for a response. he presses his lips together into a thin line as he sighs. “you heard me. don’t make me say it again.”

you tilt your head and scrunch your nose. “okay… but why?”

surely lando isn’t the type of guy to say he loves you after spending a night together, right? a night in bed doing things that would ruin both of you if it ever got out. it would surely ruin your reputation, your relationship with your brother, and then lando’s friendship with said brother.

“um,” lando hums. he scrunches his nose and looks up at the ceiling. frankly, he’s got no idea where that came from either. “you know…”

“i actually don’t.”

you try and figure out where he’s coming from. prior to hooking up that night you spent in the club, you didn’t really talk much. it was all friendly, smiling at him when you would pass him, but never much actual conversation that would make you consider him a friend.

to you, he’s just your brother’s teammate.

and you know that he feels the same way. because the morning after you spent the night together, he woke up groggy and started rambling about how oscar should never find out about this.

despite being his older sister, oscar is oddly protective of you. perhaps it’s the close relationship you’ve got that made him feel like it’s his duty to make sure your life is never hard. and lando knows that the day would finally come that oscar flips shit if he ever finds out that he’d slept with his sister.

lando always thought you were cute, sure, but he was well aware of the fact that you’ll always be oscar’s older sister to him. the older sister that he desperately always wanted to be friends with but could never muster up the courage to hold a proper conversation with. but he doesn’t like you like that.

when he did eventually muster up the courage, it was only unfortunate that it happened when you were all in the club together. he had flown too close to the sun, unexpectedly dragging you into bed with him. that’s not what he had planned, for the record. he just wanted a kickstart to your friendship.

“i overheard you when you were on the phone the other day,” lando starts softly, swaying side to side as he sighs. “something about missing your period and throwing up this morning.”

your eyebrows remain furrowed, still in confusion with where he’s going at. “you were eavesdropping on my phone call?”

“no! absolutely not!” lando flails his arms in the air to clear your accusations. “no! i happened to be walking by oscar’s driver’s room at the time. and, well, i was just worried, you know? that is, assuming i’m the last guy you’ve been with in the past month.”

“so you’re saying that i sleep around?”

“no!” lando cries, hands going into his hair to tug at the roots. “that’s not what i meant at all! i-”

“then what do you mean?”

you almost want to laugh at the panic that’s taking over lando. and you would, if there isn’t some point of contention with the miscommunication you’re currently having. if you were more sure about the point he’s trying to get at, you’d be more receptive of the funniness of the situation.

lando looks at you, waiting for you to connect the dots yourself. he hums after a couple seconds of silence. “you could be pregnant?”

“oh!” you feel stupid for not noticing sooner. you throw your head back with a soft laugh and shake your head. “no. no, i’m not. i missed my period because i suddenly started exercising more, and i threw up because i was genuinely sick the other night.”

“oh,” lando sighs in relief, hunching over with a hand on his chest. “oh, thank god. really? you’re not pregnant?”

you nod as you feel a laugh bubbling from your stomach. you’ve finally caught up to lando’s agenda. “yes. i’m for sure not pregnant. is that– is that why you said what you said?”

he drops to his knees, nodding his head. “i didn’t know what to do. it just came out before i could ask you the question,” he laughs, shaking his head. “how chaotic would that have been, right? imagine if you really were?”

you put a hand on his shoulder. “let’s not dwell on things that shouldn’t happen.”

his panic is absolutely understandable, and saying that he loves you is mild compared to what else he could have done. and you’re glad. “you look kinda shaken up — do you wanna go and grab some coffee?”

@cashtons-wife @darleneslane @happy-nico @nikfigueiredo @namgification @sakuramxchii @kissesandmartini

[issi-loves-dannyric]

Your beauty never scared me - Charles leclerc x reader

Warnings- none except for bad grammar

Charles has been around many models but none of them compared to y/n.

Y/n and charles had been best friends, so when he got into f1, she was happy for him. going to races until it became hard on her, Deep down he understood but he was hurt nonetheless. His head telling him, "She's supposed to support me every race, she's my best friend " leaving a bitter feeling in him.

After that conversation Charles gave up on asking her to come to races and started to avoid her.

And the truth of the matter is I never let you go

Y/nofficial

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One of the two pieces I’ve been working on. Second piece’s inspiration left so might not ever get it.

User1: I need to be talented like you

LandoNorris: absolutely beautiful

Y/nofficial: Thank you Lan❤️

User2: YN wym inspiration left???

-User3: that’s what I’m saying

-user4: her and Charles haven’t been seen together in a while…

-user5: maybe they been busy(I’m crying)

Danielricciardo: stunning ❤️

Y/nofficial: thank you Danny❤️

Carlossainz55: Miss you but love seeing more of your art.

Y/nofficial: pick one sir☝️

Carlossainz55: just one race won’t hurt, maybe will bring back your inspiration.

Y/nofficial: soon 🙄

User6: y/n back in the paddock soonn

User7: more y/n Charles content

User8: girl is delusional (me too)

-There was no text or anything from Charles, it’s my fault for not being able to manage my time well but when I’m with him, it’s just easy to forget time even exist.

Y/nofficial: couldn’t leave you guys hanging while it was almost done. My inspiration changed so I changed the painting a bit. One for my person collection now.

User1: I’m not crying, I’m not crying

User2: WYM CHANGED

User3: did her aesthetics change dramatically?

-user4:yeah…

Carlossainz55: Amazing❤️

-liked by Y/nofficial

LandoNorris: You amaze me❤️

Liked by Y/nofficial

User5: maybe I’m delulu but Y/n hasn’t responded to other drivers

-user6: don’t make me cry (already am)

User7: WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT HOW THAT WAS THEIR HUG WHEN HE WON HIS FIRST GP

-user8:WAIT

-user9: she was working on painting their hug before he ditched…im crying so hard

The knock on the door interrupts me staring at whatever show was on. Opening the door, I move to side letting him in.

“For you” he says while holding out peonies, taking them from him I walk into the kitchen to set them up.

“I’m sorry for how I acted.” He starts carefully watching as I grab a glass vase.

“Yeah you’ve said you’re sorry but I want to know why instead of talking…you ignored me completely.” I calmly tell him, walking past him with the vase I start shuffling the flowers around to avoid looking at him.

“I missed you”

“You texted me everyday” I reply finally leaving the flowers alone, looking at him.

“I missed having you there”

“I’m still confused” I confessed finally just walking away from him back to where I had been sitting.

“I know, I’m sorry” he pauses sitting down next to me“I just…just have feelings for you so I was overthinking if you actually were working on painting or on a date.”

“Charles you should’ve said something”

“What do you mean”

“The painting I did was of your first F1 win”

“Yeah”

“The picture people took of our hug…” trailing off hoping he catches on soon

“Charles oh my god” I sigh looking at his confused puppy dog eyes, “ I have feelings for an idiot” smiling as he connects the dots. Putting his hand under my chin, he presses his lips to mine.

“I’ve wanted to do that for the past year” he says pulling away.

“Could’ve done it sooner” I reply.

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Charles_leclerc: Her beauty never ever scared me

Y/nofficial: My love❤️

Carlossainz55: Finally

-danielricciardo: finally

-LewisHamilton44: finally

-charles_leclerc: shut up

Y/nofficial: You will never walk alone, you can always reach me

Charles_Leclerc: my love why that picture

-y/nofficial: I do what I want

Carlossainz55: finally

-danielricciardo: finally

-lewishamilton44: finally

-landoNorris: finally

-Charles_leclerc: shut up please

A/n: wrote this on my phone but will edit on my pc when I’m home from work

[honeyawa]

cherry kisses and bites +

( featuring ) gojo satoru.

"shoko, oh my god- shoko!"

you're panicking. your fingers are tapping on the table repetitively. your heart is going on a marathon. you're pacing around your room, waiting for shoko to pick up the phone after 5 continuous calls. the time reads 10:13 pm on a saturday night, which makes you wonder: what could she be doing that is so important over her best friend's possible death?

left to your own devices and the incessant notifications from your phone, notifying that both gojo satoru and geto suguru have messaged you, with the occasional calls that you stared at until they were gone.

it was safe to say your life took the "god gave the toughest fights to his strongest soldiers" a bit too hard after all this fiasco.

i mean, what led you to not check on who you were texting before sending an impressive amount of messages all about your-man-who-doesn't-know-he's-your-man (gojo)? the information being handled was of high value! all for it to be wasted in less than 3 minutes because you actually texted your-man-who-doesn't-know-he's-your-man (gojo) instead of your best friend, and now he knows that you like him!

with your phone across the room because you couldn't trust yourself not to peek at the hundreds of messages waiting to be read, all you could do was wait impatiently until shoko picks up. which turns out to be one of the hardest things you've done to the point where you wouldn't be surprised if you turned into a madman at the end of the night—

"confessing on text is crazy, but hey at least you got the job done, right?"

ah, she picked up.

"if you don't see me tomorrow," you pause, considering using all your money and buying plane tickets to travel across the country because you aren't a confrontational person, at all. "just know that i'm dead and i'm gone or i left the country."

"no you won't. plus, you don't even know if he likes you back or not because i know you haven't checked the messages."

"i don't need to know. i'm not—" you cut yourself off after processing what she first said when she picked up. "wait… how do you even know what happened?!"

"we will cross the bridge when we come to it," she responds, though not really responding to the question because she's avoiding it. "nuh uh! tell me how you know!" she's hiding something from you, and you know it. luckily, it doesn't take that long for you to connect the dots together. "were you on a call with them?"

she stays quiet.

aha! talk about accuracy. shoko never stays quiet unless she was found out. you couldn't believe it. your best friend, the one supposed to be with you through the highs and lows, through the thick and thin, was being friendly to the now turned enemy while you were on a crisis?!

"shoko…" cue a sniffle from you, "how could you do this to me?" (okay, maybe you were being a little dramatic, but they don't call you the drama queen for nothing!) you could tell she was starting to get annoyed by that sigh she just let out. it was just a matter of time until she snaps on the low key and gives you an order.

and that moment starts in 3…

2..

1..

"just shut the fuck up and check the messages from him." a beep comes shortly after.

.

..

…

oh, okay.

you're being fed straight to the sharks (or shark in your case). okay. wow. you just can't believe this. was she hoping for your downfall that much? ouch. with no one else left to be your emotional support, you have to give yourself courage to finally check what he sent you.

you take a huge gulp, and with shaky fingers, you slowly press on your texts.

unexpectedly, it felt like a giant rock was lifted off your back. the first messages you read didn't contain any "i'm sorry but i don't feel the same way" "you're like a sister to me" "i want to focus on myself" "i only see you as a friend" etc. it did, however, contain many variations of "OPICK UP THE PHONE" "i know you see this." "Text Me Back." texts.

one that did manage to catch your eye was the "watch out. i'm coming to your house right now." wait, he's not actually coming to your house right? (he most definitely is.)

you think your eyes are about to fall out of their sockets.

the feeling of relief that just came by? vanished. crushed. obliterated. annihilated. it feels like everything is back to step one, fuck. what could be better than calling your dear friend shoko once more and start ranting again? nothing. so you went ahead and just did that.

"the person you tried to reach is not available, your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system."

you think you might just cry.

to make matters worse, at that very moment, someone rang your doorbell. finger crossed and chanting "it's not satoru" over and over again, you clench your eyes and hope that it is indeed not gojo satoru.

but life seemed to have something against you, as you hear a very familiar voice talking to your mom, the voice of the one person you didn't want to see right now.

who is it? well, ladies, gentlemen, and non-binary folks, it appears to be gojo satoru! (is the world revolving around him now?)

oblivious to the quiet footsteps marching up the stairs, you mull about where to hide. maybe under your bed? no, that's too freaking obvious, plus you don't know if you would still fit after all those years. the closet seemed to be a fine choice until you realize that's the second most obvious place to hide too.

deep into thinking, you seem to have forgotten that the enemy is quite literally in your house, and in front of your bedroom door no less.

baam! your door swings open with enough force to send you flying and landing on your ass.

"why didn't you say anything!?" alright! straight to the point! and by shouting too!

"what the fuck do you mean?!" you shout back, matching his tone and everything in between, which is laced with confusion because you weren't really the one to catch things from the get-go.

"i mean," he starts and pauses, you notice that his chest is rising and falling at a quick pace. he must've ran here. (deep breaths gojo.) "why didn't you tell me that you liked me back for 4 whole years?"

"maybe because i didn't want to get rejected and throw away what we had?"

"well, why did you think you were going to get rejected?" he questioned. it seemed like he was implying that he does like you and this is not just a one-sided romance, seemed like..

but, did he say it outright? no. thus why you're still assuming he doesn't like you. you're no delusional bitch.

"um, maybe, just maybe, because you don't like me?" (you really got the dragging effect on the second maybe, it was perfect, from duration to pronunciation too.)

okay. why is he blankly looking at you now? as if you said the most out-of-pocket thing ever. why does it seem like everyone is judging you all of a sudden?!

"wait so, you mean, you still haven't gotten the hint yet?"

"does i look like a pirate on a treasure hunt for you to be talking about hints? might as well give me that uma costume and a map too." your arms are crossed, you're leaning to the left, and your right foot is repetitively tapping against the floor.

(gojo had a laughing fit when you did that.)

"sorry queen, i take that back." after every word, he giggles like a newborn when they see you embarrassing yourself in front of them. "what i meant to say was, i do like you back!"

"nuh uh."

"the fuck you mean 'nuh uh'?"

"wheres the camera at? i need to make sure i was photogenic during the whole video!"

"there is no camera. im hurt you think i would do something like this to you" his hands are covering the area where his heart was unless it decided to travel and go to his eyelids just for him to randomly feel the pulse at a place it shouldn't be.

"oh!" okay wait, so he did like you... you feel like everything is a fever dream right now, or that you're about to faint. you can't tell the difference.

"can i kiss you? you look so cute right now." hes currently squishing and pulling your cheeks so you can't say things properly. what you can do though, is bite (or try to) his hand the next time he goes in for an attack. ow!

"eat a cherry before."

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀꒰͡ ⠀ ִ 𝒩 𝑜 𝓉 𝑒 𝓈 ⠀ׂ ⠀ ͡꒱

gojo, did infact, eat a cherry

“its too early!!” yall known eachother since the womb and acted like a couple for 4 years. it speaks enough.

if you havent noticed by now, you are oblivious. so very much so it make sashisu want to throw you on a train track and watch you get ran over (affectionately)

you were actually studying for an upcoming exam until you decided to take a little 1 hour break! (it was originally a 15 minute break but tiktok flirted with you saur..)

your mother was actually leaving when gojo came so she wasnt there with experience all the shouting

you think she wouldve thought you guys broke up (you were never together) and wouldve bought you anything you wanted + ice cream

getos messages are still left unread. (next time you see him your gonna catch it on SITE)

[w2soneshots]

Blind date -W2S

words: 0.8k+

warnings: talk of past relationship and break up.

summary: Faith sets you and Harry up on a blind date, little did she know you already dated him years prior.

notes: hi my loves, I hope you’re having a lovely day/night. I apologise for the lack of posting recently, I’ve been so busy! But I absolutely love this idea. Enjoy!!🤗💘

Today I'm going on a blind date. I've never done anything like this before but it's been set up by one of my new friends Faith, who I trust not to pick a dickhead. I'm meeting him at an Italian restaurant that's just a ten minute walk from my apartment. I'm nervous but also quite excited.

I spent extra time getting ready and picking a cute outfit. Once I was finished I began the walk to the restaurant. I took a deep breath before walking inside. I'd arrived a little bit late so I assumed he'd already be there.

I looked around for a moment before my eyes landed on Harry, the boy I dated two years ago. It only lasted a few weeks and we were never actually official. We just wanted different things at the time so both decided to go our separate ways.

"Oh my fucking god." I muttered quietly to myself. I turned around, quickly pulling out my phone. "Surely this is just a coincidence?" I thought. I texted Faith to be sure. "Did you set me up with Harry Lewis?!" I asked, trying to remain calm. She replied quickly. "Yeah, he's Ethan's friend. Do you recognise him?" "We dated two years ago Faith! What do I do?" "Omg! Was it toxic?" "No, we just wanted different things." "Go talk to him then! Maybe this is meant to be." I recollected myself, maybe it is meant to be.

As I walked towards him I thought about how on earth I didn't know that Faith's boyfriend Ethan was also Harry's friend Ethan, who I hadn't actually met when we were together since we weren't that serious.

I knew Harry did youtube and Faith had told me that her boyfriend's name was Ethan but I obviously never connected the dots. I have also only known Faith for a few months and we met through a mutual friend so we haven't really discussed our personal lives properly.

Harry looked up and his eyes connected with mine. A look of pure shock and surprise spread across his face. He stood up, stumbling slightly. "Uh- I- y/n?" He stuttered. I chuckled nervously. "Hey, long time no see." His hand reached up to scratch the back of his neck. "Yeah... are you my date?" "I guess so. I'm friends with Faith."

He sat down and I sat opposite him. An awkward silence fell over us. "So- uh- how've you been?" He asked. "Pretty good. I officially live in London now." One of the reasons our relationship didn't work was that I lived to far away but last year I moved into my current apartment to be closer to work. "Oh, you do?" "Mhm, my apartments just ten minutes from here." I replied, fiddling with my hands under the table.

We ordered some drinks and the conversation started to flow. He told me about all of the major things that had happened in his life since I last saw him and we discussed his friendship with Ethan. When we were "together" we had pretty good chemistry, I was always laughing and smiling when I was around Harry and I was starting to feel the same things I felt two years ago as the date progressed.

While we ate our food we moved onto the topic of how on earth we ended up on a date together. "So Faith had no idea that you knew me before setting us up?" Harry asked before taking another bite of his pizza. "No, absolutely no clue." "That's... really strange." "I know, like out of all the people she could have chosen she picked you." "Did you ask her to set you up with someone?" He asked, head tilted slightly to the side. "Mhm. I asked if she knew anyone since the dating scene in London is really shit." He chuckled, "You're not wrong."

After eating our pizza we left the restaurant, just as the sun was setting. We stopped outside for a moment before I spoke. "Did you wanna come back to mine for a drink or something?" His eyes lit up slightly. "Yeah- yeah, I'd like that." I smiled. "Okay then, this way." I grabbed his hand absentmindedly.

"Uh- sorry." I apologised as soon as I realised what I'd just done. He smirked slightly. "Don't apologise." I looked up at him. His eyes flickered from my eyes to my lips. My breath caught in my throat and my heart rate sped up. "I haven't ever liked anyone as much as I like you." He admitted. "Like, as in present tense?" I questioned. He nodded slowly. "Having dinner with you today made me realise how much I missed you." My face softened. "I missed you too," I whispered.

"So would you be willing to give us another go? You know, now that you live in London?" He asked hopefully. I smiled. "I'd like that." He placed his hand on the back of my neck, slowly bringing me towards him until our lips were just millimetres apart. I pushed myself onto my tiptoes, closing the gap. We both fell into the kiss, my mind immediately taking me back to two years ago as I realised I'd never really gotten over Harry Lewis.

[soursturniolo]

Scare • Matt Sturniolo

pairing: matt sturniolo/fem!reader

summary: matt and you handle a pregnancy scare.

tags: angst and then fluff, with some humor sprinkled in. happy ending.

tw: light discussion of periods and pregnancy

It feels like my heart stops as I look at the calendar on my phone.

9 days late. And I’m never late.

I noticed this morning that my box of tampons still sat in the cabinet, unopened, in Matt and I’s shared bathroom. I hadn’t thought anything of it, until I opened my calendar to see when my next dentist appointment is.

I swallow dryly as I lock my phone and slip it back into my pocket, dropping down to sit on Matt and I’s bed. All I can think about is that damn calendar. 9 days late. 9 whole days. One or two days is normal I guess, but nine entire days?

I can feel my thoughts spiraling already. Matt and I are safe. I’m on a good birth control and we use condoms often. But even those aren’t foolproof. I do remember forgetting my pill twice this month.

Oh god. What if I’m pregnant? I’m not ready for a kid right now.

Oh god, and Matt. Matt isn’t ready either. With his career and plans with his brothers there’s no way this could even work right now. It would ruin everything. I feel tears of worry and anxiety fill my eyes and begin to drop down my cheeks.

My thoughts just continue to spiral and spiral, until I feel the bed dip next to me. I turn to see Nick, who had stayed behind with me while Matt and Chris went out to pick up some groceries.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” He asks concerned, his arm wrapping around my shoulder, pulling me into a side hug as we sat together.

I open my mouth to speak as my eyes meet his, but all that comes out is a sob. My hand moves to cover my mouth as more sobs follow. Nicks face creases in worry as his other arm wraps around me, pulling me into a hug as he rubs my back soothingly.

“Deep breaths, babe. Whatever it is, it’ll be okay,” he tells me, making me jerk back as I shake my head.

“No it won’t! He’s going to hate me!” I cry.

“If you’re talking about Matt, that kid could never hate you,” Nick tells me, voice calm and reassuring.

“I don’t know, Nick,” I laugh without humor, “this might.”

“Did you cheat?” Nick asks face calm, but apprehensive.

“No! God no,” I immediately answer.

Nick gives a small smile at the quick response.

“Okay, highly doubted it when I asked anyway,” he laughs, “but I don’t know what else could have you so upset thinking he’s going to hate you. You can talk to me, I want to help. What’s wrong?” He asks again.

I sigh. Nicks my best friend. He’s how I met Matt in the first place. I really wanted to just talk to Matt about this first, but with LA traffic and all Matt probably won’t be back for another hour. I don’t think I can survive another hour keeping this all bottled up.

“Nick, it’s bad,” I begin, voice shaken.

“I don’t care how bad, I’m here,” he immediately responds.

I take a deep breath.

“I’m late.” I state.

If this wasn’t so serious, Nicks reaction would have been funny. He stares at me blankly for a moment, before his head cocks to the side a bit in confusion.

“Like, to an appointment?” He asks, lost.

“No, Nick,” I sigh, shaking my head, “my period is late” the last part comes out like a whisper.

Once Nick connects the dots his jaw drops open a bit in surprise, confirming my feelings.

“See! It’s so bad, Nick, this is so bad!” I yell, jumping up from the bed and beginning to nervously pace in front of where Nick sits, still shocked.

“N-no, it’s not bad!” He stutters as he watches me with wide eyes.

I stop pacing and just look at him.

“Really? Not bad? Your jaw dropped open like that because you were trying to catch a fly, then?” I ask sarcastically.

“Listen, I just got confronted with the fact that my best friend and brother fuck, I needed a second,” he defends, hands up.

“Nick, we’ve been dating a year. We dont go to bed and play clash of clans together,” I tell him, making him roll is eyes.

“I know! I know but I also don’t think about it and now we kinda have to think about it and I don’t like it!” Nick exclaims.

“Don’t think about it!” I yell back.

We pause for a minute, staring at each other before we both crack smiles at how ridiculous this has become. We laugh and I return to sitting next to him. Nick wraps his arm around my shoulder again and rests his head against mine.

“So, how late are we talking?” He asks, getting back to the important point.

“9 days,” I whisper.

“Okay. Not horrible. Could be later,” he says, nodding. I nod too. A moment of silence passes as I nervously pick at my nails and Nick stares at the wall, thinking.

“Well, I think we know what we gotta do.” He says, softly.

I turn to him, knowing too.

“Let me call Matt, he should still be at the store with Chris. They can pick up a test,” Nick says. I take another shaky breath before nodding in agreement. I get my phone out and go to Matt’s contact, dialing his number before handing my phone to Nick.

“Hey baby,” Matt’s voice comes through the speaker softly.

“Hey, it’s Nick,” Nick says, earning a confused noise from Matt.

“Nick? Why do you have her phone? Is she okay?” He asks quickly, his concern making me smile softly despite the stressful situation.

“Um,” Nick pauses, which only worries Matt further.

“‘Um’, isn’t a good answer when a guy asks about his girlfriend, Nick,” Matt responds quickly.

“Sorry, she’s okay, but we need you to pick up something else for her while you’re at the store,” Nick says.

“Okay, what?” Matt asks.

Nick looks at me, encouraging me to speak. I take a breath before taking the phone out of Nicks hands, taking it off speaker and holding it to my ear.

“I need a pregnancy test,” I tell him softly.

I cringe as there’s a moment of silence on the other end of the line.

“Okay, I can grab that. Do you need anything else, sweetheart?” He asks softly. I smile again despite the tears I can feel coming again.

“No, that’s it,” I whisper.

“Okay, we’ll be back soon, I love you,” he tells me.

“Love you too” I say back before hanging up.

Nick and I move downstairs, where he puts on a movie for us to distract us while we wait. I let myself be pulled into its predictable plot line as we wait for Matt and Chris to come home.

We both are startled out of our focus on the movie when we hear the front door unlock, followed by it opening to reveal Matt coming in with a mostly empty plastic bag in his hand, while Chris came in carrying the other groceries. Nick moves to help Chris and grabs some of the heavier bags from him, both of them walking to the kitchen while Matt walks over to me.

I stand as he meets me by the couch. He looks surprisingly calm, while meanwhile I feel like my insides are shaking with the anxiety I’m feeling right now. He gives me a small smile before wrapping me in his arms. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding as I relax into his arms, resting my head against his chest. He gives me a gentle squeeze as I feel him press a kiss to my head.

“Let’s head to my room, baby,” he whispers, pulling back from the hug and grabbing my hand to lead me that way. Once in his room, he hands me the bag with the pregnancy test in it before sitting on his bed. Before walking to our bathroom, I pause.

“Matt, I need to know what this will mean,” I tell him.

He gives a small smile and holds his hand out to me. I walk over and grab it. He gives my hand a gentle squeeze, before bringing it up to lips to give it a kiss.

“We’ll do it together. Whatever it is. Sure, I thought kids would be later. But, if now is the time, now is the time. I think I’d be more freaked if this was with some random girl. But with you? I know whatever happens, we will be just fine,” he tells me, before giving the back of my hand another kiss.

“You promise?” I ask.

“I swear,” he tells me.

I smile and nod, before heading to the bathroom. The test is quick and easy, and I’m soon done. I leave the test on the bathroom counter, set my timer for fifteen minutes, and come back out to sit next to Matt on our bed. I rest my head on his shoulder as Matt wraps his arm around me. We just quietly sit, both of us lost in our thoughts as we wait, only to be shaken out of our trances by my phone loudly going off.

I sigh as I stand and walk back to the bathroom to grab the test. I pick it up, careful to not flip it over to show the result, and walk back out to Matt. I stop in front of him. He gives me another reassuring smile as his hands come up to rest on my hips.

“Ready?” I ask, voice cracking.

“Yeah, baby,” he says.

I take a deep breath, knowing this small test in my hand could change everything for the both of us. But I look at Matt, looking up at me with so much warmth and comfort in his eyes, and it’s not so scary anymore.

I flip the test over, both of our eyes moving to see the result.

Negative.

“It’s negative!” I say, laughing. He smiles too, standing and pulling me into a tight hug. We both rock back and forth as we hug, feeling relief. We pull back from the hug and Matt kisses me softly. We both smile into the kiss.

After we part, we walk hand in hand out to the living room where Chris and Nick both sit. They both give us smiles when we walk in.

“So, are we going to be uncles?!” Chris yells, practically bouncing on the couch in excitement.

Matt rolls his eyes, shaking his head while I laugh.

“No, it’s negative. My periods just late, that’s all. It happens sometimes,” I tell them, almost feeling bad when Chris pouts a bit.

We spend the rest of the night laughing and watching movies together, Matt holding me snug in his arms. That night when we go to bed, Matt says something that surprises me.

“Is it bad that I was just a little disappointed?” He asks me softly.

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“Well, when you first called and asked for the test I was freaking out on the inside. But then I talked to Chris a bit and the whole drive home I thought about it. And then I thought about a little us, a mix of you and me. And as life changing as a kid right now would be, I got excited,” he says, voice soft and quiet.

I smile, leaning in to press my lips softly against Matt’s.

“We’ll have a little us someday, just not quite yet.” I tell him.

“You promise?” He asks.

“I swear.”

[kagetxiga]

hellooo!! tbh I'd love to see anything with lloyd (first confession, smt like that)? tysm ^^

Hey hey hey!! It’s been a while since i’ve written some ninjago, quite excited ngl 🫣 anyways, enjoy!! 🌷🧸💕

“You’re bright like the city lights”

A LLOYD X READER TROPE

At first, Lloyd was oblivious to his feelings

He just thought you and him were closer than the others

Especially when this guy was practically forced to age up, he hasn’t even properly grown

He was super confused about his feelings, he would always want to be with you, but for some reason his stomach would feel funny (it’s butterflies)

But let me tell you, when he realized, he was STILL oblivious.

But forcefully

Like, the others would probably make the dots connect with each other

“Hey, Lloyd?” Kai spoke up

“How come you never confessed to Y/N yet?”

Lloyd hearing this, spat out his drink so fast

“But I don’t even like them!” He retorted back

The silence in the room was SO LOUD.

“Uh huh…” Kai said while nodding uncertainly

“I just think they’re pretty, and nice, and caring, and they have such a beautiful smile— OH MY GOD I DO LIKE THEM.”

And this guy would avoid you like the plague, trying his hardest to ignore his feelings

BECAUSE NOW THAT HE REALIZES, HIS FEELINGS WOULD JUST GET WORSE

Just give it time, he’ll eventually succumb into his feelings and he’ll give it what it wants (its you)

I feel like the way he would confess would be in a mission

A fake mission

“Y/N we need help! We got trapped” or something bullish like that

And when you do arrive

It’s a dark room, you turn on the light and all you see is Lloyd standing there with his hair done, a bouquet of roses, and a tuxedo standing so awkwardly while Kai secretly lights up candles in the back, Cole hiding in the ceiling along with Zane, dropping rose petals from their hiding spot

It was overall so cute

But he wouldn’t just ask you to be his S/O right then and there

He’ll probably ask to court you or take you on a date

He wants to have somewhat of small chemistry before you guys actually put a label

(Or maybe because he’s scared and he’s never done this)

You’re little dates would be so cute and adorable whether its staying inside or going out

He does whatever you want, as long as you’re happy

FIRST DATE WAS HELLISH THO

He had severely overdressed

(You guys were going on a picnic)

And this guy had slick back hair, tuxedo pants, and a white button up

ITS A PICNIC NOT A RESTAURANT

But he did it under pressure, this guy didn’t know how to dress properly, especially for his first date with YOU

“Am i wearing too much?”

“Jeans are weird, would they like them?”

“What if they noticed it’s ironed?!”

“Yknow what ill wear sweatpants”

“BUT THATS SO SLOPPY AND DISGUSTING”

Like said, under pressure

But either way you guys enjoy each other’s company

And when he’s finally ready to label it, i think he’d randomly blurt out the three specific words

It was midnight, you guys were stargazing, but obviously he wasn’t looking at the stars, he was looking at you

The way the moonlight gently hit your face, the stars sparkling your eyes, how his hand is intertwined with yours, he would randomly blurt it “i love you”

Then boom yall are dating, with your first kiss initiated

Thank you! ^^

-K.T

[thelastwalkingsoul]

Curse you, big bang, for stealing all my brain worms! But I do have something new today. I don't think I've ever shared my little headcanon for steddie rings, so here you go :)

(Now on AO3!) ----------- "Eddie, I'm home!"

Steve closes the door with a weary sigh. It'd been a long day at work, but his special errand had almost made up for it. Steve was really just aching for a cuddle with his wonderful boyfriend.

"Eddie?" As he walks into the living room, he sees the man in question slumped on the couch with a book. He looks comfortable (and adorable) in his hoodie and sweatpants, but Steve can tell something is up. "Hey, what's wrong?"

Eddie pouts, eyes meeting Steve's. "I still can't find it."

"Oh, babe," Steve sighs, feeling a spike of guilt. "It'll turn up soon."

"You said that yesterday," Eddie whines.

Steve can't help but chuckle. "Exactly. It's only been a day."

Eddie crosses his arms. Combined with his jutting lip, he's a spitting image of a pouting child. "That's a day too long," he grumbles.

"It'll show up," Steve promises, bending to kiss Eddie's forehead. "Now, what do you want for dinner?"

It only takes a couple more days for the ring to show up. Eddie almost gives Steve a heart attack from the sheer volume of the yell he lets out. He's bouncing on the spot when Steve enters the room, grinning wide and sliding the ring onto his middle finger. Steve's barely prepared as Eddie launches across the room and slams into him, forcing all the air from Steve's lungs. He steadies them both and wraps his arms around his boyfriend. "I'm happy you found it, love."

What Steve didn't anticipate (but absolutely should have) was Eddie spending the rest of the day and night insisting, "Yes, Steve, I did check the couch. I checked the couch at least a million times. How is it there now and not before?"

Steve simply agrees with a smile, secretly happy that Eddie's smart brain hasn't yet connected the dots.

When the day finally comes, everything is going to plan. Steve gets out of work early, runs his special errand, and is home well before Eddie. He wants tonight to be special, but not too much. Just enough effort for his prepared gift. As much as Steve is excited, he's also incredibly nervous that Eddie won't like it. But he pushes that aside to get ready.

Steve picks out a favourite dinner of theirs that Eddie especially likes. He gets to work chopping and seasoning, setting up their small dining table, and lighting the few candles they have. By the time Eddie's due home, their apartment is filled with the aroma of dinner and illuminated by soft candlelight.

Steve's whole body feels like it's vibrating in anticipation as he hears Eddie's keys in the door. He tries his best to relax in his chair, nerves humming.

"I'm home, sweetheart!" Eddie calls, closing the door. Steve can hear him moving closer. "God, that smells amazing, Stevie. Why did you-" He stops, face melting from surprise to a soft smile, his eyes twinkling in the candlelight. "What's all this for?"

Steve can't help the excited grin that slips onto his face. "It's a surprise."

"Oh, is it now?" Eddie drops his bag and comes to sit across from Steve. He looks beautiful, with his big eyes and kissable lips pulled into a smile, hair pulled half up and escaped strands framing his face. Steve wants to kiss him.

So he does. Leans over the table and kisses Eddie softly. "It is. Now eat up."

They talk softly over dinner. Eddie tells Steve about his day, and then Steve tells Eddie about his. It feels domestic and nostalgic, and it's everything Steve never knew he wanted until Eddie. His nerves slowly ebb away as they eat, his love for the gorgeous man in front of him replacing any and all worries he'd had. Steve's not sure why he was so scared in the first place; Eddie will love it.

He waits until they're both finished, until there's a natural lull in the conversation and pushes their dishes aside. Steve places both hands on the table and doesn't start until Eddie puts his hands in Steve's. It gives him confidence, so he speaks.

"Eddie. I wish I could show you to the world. I wish we didn't have to hide. I wish I could hold your hand on the street without fear. And I know we can't, and that's fine. But I want you to be mine and I want to be yours." Steve pauses. He can see the adoration in Eddie's eyes and hopes he's showing his too. "I wanted something for us. Just us. So it can be a promise, or- or a wish. But I got these for us. And I hope you like them."

He hands Eddie the open box before he can psych himself out of it. It's a wooden box and inside sits two rings. One is dark silver with a band of gold running through the middle, and the other is the opposite, gold with a dark silver band. They're a matching set, simple enough to be passed off as just a ring but to anyone who looks closely, they're undeniably a set.

"Steve," Eddie breathes, hand hovering over the rings. He doesn't say anything more, and before he knows it, Steve's rambling. "I wanted to get them engraved with something, but I wasn't sure what, so I haven't gotten that done yet, but we still can, so just let me know and-"

"Steve. I can't even- They're amazing."

Eddie's smiling that gorgeous smile of his. The same one Steve fell in love with several years ago. He watches that smile as he picks up the box, pulling out the mostly dark silver ring and sliding it onto Eddie's ring finger. Eddie does the same to him, and they link their hands together, admiring the sight. Steve's sure they're both a little teary now. He'd spent far too long agonising over the rings, but seeing them sitting together in the candlelight, he knows he made the right decision.

It takes Eddie a few hours before he finally connects the dots.

"Wait. Is that why my ring went missing last week?!"

Steve laughs so hard that he cries.

[hcsiqs]

soooo like mayhaps kate x dancer reader? :D

| we both still young

• paring: kate martin x dancer!reader

• summary: head cannons of kate with a dancer gf

• warnings: none i think

• hope this is alright! - i’m not a dancer so if this is wrong im so sorry

she always brings you flowers after a performance

“You did so good baby!” the blonde smiles running over to you. You’re still dressed in your costume as you had just gotten off stage.

“Thank you!” you smile brightly while looking up at her towering over you. Your eyes then move down to the bouquet of your favorite flowers in her hands, “You didn’t have to you”

“Come on, you knew I was gonna,” she giggles handing them over to you, and you immediately inhale the familiar scent.

she loves the red lipstick that you have to wear

You placed a kiss on Kate’s cheek as the two of you walked to your car after Iowa’s game, but immediately realized that there was a bright red mark of your lips contrasting against her skin. “Oh my God! I forgot I had lipstick on!” you apologized attempting to rub off the stain. But Kate just kept pulling away, never allowing you to rub it off.

“No I like it,” she pulls her face away once more before using her hand to cover up the mark so you couldn’t try to wipe it off.

“Kate,” you say looking up at her as you lean your back against the door of the car.

Her hands then found your hips as she placed a kiss against your scarlet lips, the color transferring over to her own. “Everyone gets to know I’m yours”

she’s likes to sit and watch you practice anytime she gets the chance

loves watching how happy dancing makes you

she wishes that she didn’t have to be in the locker room during half time so that she could watch you perform

has snuck out early during to come watch you perform during halftime

“You looked really good performing tonight,” she whispered to you as her hand found its home on the small of your back.

“Thank y—wait! How did you see?” you connected the dots and stopped in your spot to look up at her. She just shrugged her shoulders and did the movement of zipping her lips, “Kate! Bludder is gonna have your ass!”

if you do ballet she is 1000% buying your shoes even if you tell her not to because they’re so expensive

“But you were saying how dead your shoes were!” the blonde exclaims trying to place the brand new pair in your hands.

“You didn’t need to buy me new ones. They’re expensive, I don’t want you spending your money on me,” you pouted, crossing your arms.

“But I wanna spend my money on stuff that makes you happy!”

so many photos of you in your iowa dance uniform and her in her basketball one

when you go to college dance nationals you just know she bought varsity tv and was watching it live

called you immediately when she found out the iowa dance team made it to semi finals for y’all’s jazz routine

loves watching you practice choreography in your guys apartment

will beg you to show her any solo you’re working on

thinks it’s so cool how how you can do like five turns in a row

you tried teaching her how to do turns but bbg did not understand the concept of spotting for the life of her

cried when you called her and told her you guys made it to finals for your pom routine

“Kate!” you exclaimed into the phone as she soon as she answered.

“What’s up baby?”

“We made it to finals in pom!” you cheered over the phone, your team erupting into cheers in the background.

“Holy shit! I’m so proud of you,” she beamed, tears forming in her eyes, “I’m literally tearing up”

“Shut up, no you’re not,” you denied shaking your head, even though she couldn’t see, but still had the biggest smile on your face.

“Yes I am!” she replied before snapping a picture and sending it to you.

made the entire team watch your finals performance and was cheering you on the entire time

was so sad when she couldn’t make it to florida to go to nationals with you

“I’ll just tell them I can’t play games during January!” the blonde shrugged plopping down on the couch after you had gotten a bid to nationals for all your routines.

“Baby I love you, but you can’t do that,” you shook your head laughing.

“But I wanna go!” she whined, her hands gripping your hips as you stood in front of her. “Disney together would be fun you can’t lie”

“Well if we make it to finals we probably wouldn’t have much time for Disney”

“When you make it,” she corrected.

all of your lyrical dances bring her to literal tears

when you took her to yours for the holidays she definitely made you show her all of your dance costumes from when you started until high school

shocked that you can do a chartwheel with no hands (an aerial) because she can’t even do one with hands

allie’s corner

i’m praying this is ok😭 im a cheerleader not dancer but if you want more dancer x kate i do have a wp book where the oc dances for the iowa dance team

[ssahotchnerr]

aaron would never admit it, being a man who loves his children equally, but there’s just something about ellie that’s always made him worry more. his career mainly focusing on female homicides certainly doesn’t help, but he swears it’s just something different. something shifted in him the day he held ellie for the first time, an innate desire to shield her from a kind of harm jack wouldn’t have to worry about.

the first time ellie proves her capability to aaron, she’s 9, sat between you two in the principal’s office. her knee is scraped, wild curls springing loose from her french braid, her (aaron’s) brown eyes glaring at her principal analytically, almost as if she’s trying to jumpstart her profiling career in her grass-stained soccer uniform.

the principal explains the severity of why the two of you had been called in—ellie had kicked a boy 5 years her senior in the shins, then had to be pulled off of him by one of the assistant coaches.

“eleanor odette hotchner,” aaron starts, “do you have ANYTHING to say for yourself?”

ellie looks right at him, unwavering.

“he picks on jack all the time. he’s the reason he came home with a bruise the other day. i saw it happen, dad. no one did anything about it, even after jack and i came in and told you.”

you and aaron look at each other, taken aback, and then to the principal as he sputters out an explanation.

“wait,” you interrupt, your own profiling skills kicking in, “is that why you and jack were late that one day coming home?” you look to aaron again, “jack said he hung back to ask a question about his science project.”

ellie shakes her head.

you two look back to the principal again, flushed red at the gaze of two identical sets of brown eyes glaring at him.

“you two have to understand, coach carter is one of the best JV coaches-“

“carter?? as in nathan carter’s dad? the same nathan carter who bullied jack so bad we had to switch classes in the middle of the school year?” you connect the dots, anger rising at the man in front of you.

the principal remains silent, sighing as he pinches the bridge of his nose.

ellie leans over to aaron, lowering her voice, as if telling him a secret.

“it’s called nepotism. uncle spencer told me about it.”

when the three of you leave that day, ellie is still suspended for three days, as opposed to the week she had been eyeing originally.

he saves the story till the perfect time arises, only a few days later. it’s a tense moment on the jet, when everyone is exhausted from a long, grueling case.

he starts it with an offhanded comment about how ellie has been on suspension, and 5 sets of eyes and ears perk up.

“ellie? our ellie? what happened?”

he hits the story’s climax right as dave is taking a sip of his whiskey. at the mention of nepotism, he laughs so hard it comes out of his nose.

ellie’s gonna be fine, aaron tells himself. as long as she doesn’t give her old man a heart attack first.

oh my god?????? yes. yes yes yes yes YES

not only does ellie favor aaron’s traits, she’s just as fiercely protective.

plus, aaron and jack have always been coming to her rescue whenever she needs it — her being the ‘baby’ of the family, being more vulnerable in different instances, they love her and want to protect her. so when the time comes for her to do the same, she does not hesitate. it’s what they would’ve done for her.

and of course she knows better — fighting is never the solution, doesn’t solve anything (and the fact she’s now on nathan’s and all his friends radar) — she was not about to be a bystander and let her big brother take a beating. absolutely not. so as she’s sitting in the principal’s office waiting for you and aaron, she’s extremely nervous, but regardless of what follows, she doesn’t regret what she’s done.

and while aaron has to be Dad and not condone fighting, he’s so incredibly proud of her. ellie apprehending a kid who’s twice her size — his little ellie???

it settles a bit of his worries. like, he’ll always be worried due to what he sees everyday, but ellie has proven can defend herself (at just 9 years old) and he has to give her more credit. she’s not some little weakling — she’s a hotchner.

and the bau finding out??? incredibly shocked, but just as aaron and you — proud.

[hyunsvngs]

Okay wait hear me out okay.... fem!skz except chan. P P P PUSSYFEST??? bonus if theyre ur best friends and channie is ur bf... IM GONE B

lemi i have another concept.

WHAT IF chan's best friends with them all and channie is your bf. you're a little insecure because like.. what type of guy has seven female best friends right? until he tells you no, baby, they all prefer girls, and suddenly your perspective shifts. you end up getting closer to them than you intended to, and when chan proposes the idea of you having a little fun with all of them you honestly feel like you could cum without taking your panties off.

and you do, feeling cute innie's pussy grinding into yours through both of your panties. her panties are cute, pink satin, drenched with her slick and almost falling off of her hipbones with the fervence she's grinding at. you can see the beginning of the smattering of her pubic hair through your hazy eyes. you thought she'd be the innocent one, but god, she might be the worst, with that blissed out grin on her lips and her long, dark hair swept over one shoulder to expose her cute, perky tits. it's not long before you're cumming, soaking the fabric with a loud keen while she fucking talks you through it - "that's it, baby. cum all over my panties, that's it, all messy. messy girl."

when she's done with you, seungmin is a force to be reckoned with. you could've guessed that, really. your boyfriend chuckles in anticipation once seungie gets you in bed, forcing your legs to spread open and - oh. she's got this massive strap on beneath her black pleated skirt, bright pink and glaringly obviously going to be inside you very soon, and you can't wait. it's obvious you can't wait, and seungmin can't help herself, quipping "my dick must be bigger than yours, old man," and making chan groan in (faux) distain when she slides the whole thing inside of you. seungmin's hips are wild, but practiced, and she covers your mouth to silence your wails and even slaps you about a little. it drives you insane.

lixie is a little sweeter with you. she lets you finally take your time with one of the girls, letting you slide the straps of her white lace bralette off of her narrow shoulders and trace your lips down the freckles dotted across her chest. her tits are small, perky, and she coos cutely when you wrap your lips around a dusky nipple. she asks you if you'd like to try and eat her pussy, and of course you do. chan's more vocal when you're with lixie, instructing you on how to kiss her - you know she's one of the ones he's closest with, the australia connection bounding them close beyond means. when you get your head between her legs you find out she cums quicker than you did with jeongin, and it makes you feel a little better.

chan finally gets on the bed when you start making out with jisung. you sense they might have a connection, too, and it makes your pussy even wetter. she's messy when she kisses, spit and teeth and whining and wailing into your mouth. her jeans are baggy on her tiny waist and you can't help yourself from sliding your hands down them, tracing your fingers over her already soaking pussy, over her wiry pubic hair and making her keen. her hair is short, bobbed and wavy around her cute round cheeks and you feel a way you've never felt before - you want to ruin her. from the way minho is looking at you both, she wants to ruin her too.

chan has you with your back to his chest for hyunjin. it turns out hyunjin likes to take her time too, and you let her open you up with her fingers before she even gets her mouth on your clit. her hair is short and choppy, like lixie's, except dyed black and ever so soft between your fingers. hyunjin instructs chan to touch your nipples while she eats you out - it's the first time one of them has gotten chan involved, and it makes you hurtle towards your orgasm a lot quicker than you intended. her long legs splay out behind her as she buries her face in your folds, feet kicking in her cute frilly socks, moaning and groaning like you're the best thing she's ever tasted.

for changbin, you're just so fucking happy to be there. her tits are huge, nipples dark chocolate and puffy and she lets you suck on them, pulls you into a strong headlock with her bicep and moans nice and pretty for you when you swirl your tongue around her nipple like she's a damn lollipop. she wants to finger you open, wants you to finger her open, but she can't decide what she wants first - you end up splayed on top of her, her thick thighs parted and your head nuzzled into her dark, puffy folds. you sense she might be one that you want to come back to again and again, and you'll never get the image of her kissing chan to share the taste of your pussy with him out of your mind.

jisung's desperate again by the time it comes around to minho's turn. minho is fucking mean, you realise, and you're glad you left her until last. she seems to know exactly what toys to work you up with - a vibrator on your clit, a glass dildo in your pussy, a plug in your ass and all before she's even let you cum once. you fall apart on her strap, eventually, with jisung licking over your clit and making you squirt all over minho's thick thighs. she's a beauty, too - large tits settled on a toned chest, a light pink faded scar on her stomach that you'd love to ask about.

you quickly realise when you're fucking chan after and they're all watching that yeah, you want this to happen again. badly, actually.

[catsfor2]

hit me, part 2

wc: 2.5k, largely unedited warnings: swearing/language, talk of homophobia, physical injury a/n: omg hey. this part takes place directly after part 1. things are starting to happen...!also idk shit about shit so don't come at me for the medical stuff if its wrong :) tags: @elliewilliamsmunch@intrnetdoll@me-and-your-husbandur-husband@3zae-zae3@milahnoz@elliescumm@dragonasflowercrown

part 1

part 1.5

"So...where are we going?"

"It's a clearing. In the woods." Ellie's hands lazily slide around the steering wheel as she speaks. You could daydream while staring at Ellie for hours. It's relaxing to watch her drive.

"Hm. Are you gonna...kill me there? Or something?" You joke.

"Still deciding."

"Oh my—are you seriously still mad?"

She says nothing, pretending to be engaged with driving.

You let out an irked breath.

"Okay—Ellie, I'm sorry. I was wasted out of my mind. And you look really different. Like, not just in your face. Everywhere is different." You confess, fiddling with the stickers peeling off of her dashboard.

"So do you. I still managed to fuckin' figure it out."

"I—I think I almost did? I remember looking at you and feeling really—confused, mostly. I didn't understand why I liked this stranger so much." You say, vaguely remembering how clingy and overt you acted last night.

"You were confused? I was fucking confused," her head swivels to yours. "a lesbian? That's what you are now?"

"Don't—don't say it like that. I came out like everyone else. You just weren't there to hear it."

Ellie lets out a choked laugh.

"Oh, Bullshit."

"Excuse me?"

"I wrote you and called you for fucking months. Nothing. A letter a fucking day. Are you listening? Do you know how many letters that is?"

You stay silent. Your hands ball up where they rest on your lap.

"Fuckin' say something! I even asked Dina for your number but you cut her off too! Is there a reason you basically fucking died?"

"I wasn't home, Ellie."

She stills, her shoulders relaxing a touch. She adjusts back towards the road before clearing her throat.

"At...at sixteen? What happened?"

You recall you, sixteen, sobbing and frantic. Tearing apart the letter Ellie wrote to tell you that she left. Wondering why it felt more like a breakup then your actual one did. Cursing yourself over and over and over again for only being sixteen. Your parents cursing Ellie for corrupting you.

"I feel like you can connect the dots." Your voice is just barely loud enough to hear over the droning tone of the car. The only focus you had at this point was trying not to cry in front of Ellie.

"Oh, fuck, y/n. I'm—I'm sorry. Did those fuckers kick you out?"

"No," you sigh. "I just knew I had leave. They're...crazy. I don't know. I'm fine now."

Her knuckles flex and tense over the steering wheel. Her teeth start to bite at her lips. There's a couple more seconds of quiet before she speaks up.

"I wish I would've been there."

You pause, not totally expecting what she said.

"Yeah," you breathe, gazing at the side of her head. "I wished that too."

And that wasn't a lie. Your family instilled a lot on you, mostly turning you away from religion. But then? You were desperate. Painfully, achingly desperate. And completely alone. After you left home, you prayed every single night. A genuine prayer, on your knees and everything. You even bought a $1.50 pocket bible from goodwill. All to aide in your bedtime routine of begging God to make Ellie come back.

She never did. You've been an atheist ever since. You weren't sure if her being here now changed anything.

The silence marinates for a short while longer until you feel the rocky texture of a gravel road beneath the car.

"We're here," Ellie states, throwing the gear in park. She takes a glance at your feet. "and you should've worn better shoes. We have walking to do."

You both hop out of the car.

"Like you couldn't have told me before we left?" You scoff.

"It's more fun to fuck with you later. C'mon," she grabs your hand, tightly clutching it in hers. "there's coyotes and shit around here. Don't be fuckin' stupid and stay close."

You try to will the warmth away from your cheeks. You've never held Ellie's hand before. Even if this doesn't really count as holding.

"Yeah, got it." You force out.

She leads you into the trees, hand warmly on yours, briskly following a mental path she's clearly walked many times.

"I almost got arrested over here," She sighs, far too casually.

"What?!"

"Damn—I said almost, chill." She assures, laughing at your shock.

You lightly slap her shoulder.

"I don't care! Almost getting arrested is still crazy!" You chide, eyes wide and judgmental.

Ellie's always been pretty...rebellious, but a part of you always thought that she'd be smart enough to avoid anything truly consequential. I guess she still is, you think.

"Lemme explain, ok. I was high as fuck, minding my business, when I saw some kids shootin'—a wolf, I think? Maybe a coyote—I saw them just...fuckin' up this poor thing with a—a BB gun."

"Oh my god..." You say, "What did you do?"

"I didn't do shit at first—I thought they'd stop. But they were like—about to kill this thing, I swear to God. So, I...ha..." Her face breaks into a wide smile. "you're not gonna like this,"

"...What. Not gonna like what."

"I pulled my gun on 'em."

"Ellie!"

"It wasn't even loaded, y'know I like to have it with me just in case..."

"They're kids!—"

"Asshole kids. Ok? And it fuckin' worked so—"

"I thought you said you almost got arrested?"

"Jesus—I did. You keep interrupting me—"

"Sorry." You quip, also realizing you just interrupted her with your apology.

"It's—it's fine. Anyway, those fucks called the cops on me after they ran. I found out cause the fuckin' pigs stopped me and asked if I'd seen an 'armed gunman in the area,'" She says, imitating a deep 'cop' voice. "dumbasses had no clue it was me."

You watch as she laughs, amused at her own story. Suddenly, your foot gets caught under a thick root and your arms fly out in an instant.

Ellie's hands hit your shoulders, grasping them upright, causing you to sharply crash into her chest.

"Oh—shit, sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going." You gasp out, trying to regain your balance while loosening your grip on Ellie's coat.

"No, it's those fuckin' shoes," she rebukes, hands still resting on your shoulders. She immediately takes them off you when she notices. "we're almost there anyway. Try not to kill yourself before then."

Your hand burns at your side, palm itching. Is she going to grab it again?

"Where's 'there'?" You ask, glancing around at the wall of trees and shrubbery encircling you both.

"You'll see. Just stay close." She repeats like before, clutching your hand once again.

You tighten your grip, wanting to show Ellie you're listening.

"Good. Let's move."

The two of you walk for about a mile or so more, before the view steals your eyes and you both freeze.

"Oh—wow, Ellie. This is really pretty," you breathe, entranced by the piercingly vibrant colors and towering mountainous structures.

Her head is turned toward you, taking in your reaction to the sight, instead of the sight itself.

She's must've seen it so many times, you think.

"Yeah, you like it? I knew you would." She tells you, unable to keep the satisfied grin from her face.

"Shut up. I'm still mad you didn't even let me get ready this morning."

"There's nobody here. Who're you fuckin' getting ready for?" She barks, arms wide and gesturing.

I still wanted to get ready for you, Ellie. But obviously you don't say that.

"Whatever. You just did it to be a dick." You mutter, plopping yourself down onto the boulder in front of you.

"Yeah, I did. It's funny when you're mad. You're like a cat." She laughs, sitting down next to you.

"That's toxic. You shouldn't make people mad just cause you find it funny." You chide, crossing your legs over the rock.

"Guess I'm toxic, then." She sighs, carelessly throwing pebbles at your head.

"Was that the plan? Sit on a rock and be mean to me?"

"Truly adorable that you think this is mean—"

"Well it's not nice, that's for sure." You huff.

Ellie shifts so that her body faces yours. Her legs spread out wide, elbows comfortably resting on her thighs.

"I don't think you want me to be nice to you."

Your mouth parts open in surprise, eyes now burning into Ellie's.

"Well that's a lie. I'd love for you to be nice—"

"I think you like when I'm mean to you. I think you...prefer it, actually." She juts, a confident smile forming.

"Yeah, and who told you that, Dina?" You question, crossing your arms as a breeze starts to make you shiver.

"Nobody told me anything." her head quirks to the side. "I can just tell."

It was difficult to keep your composure. There were some things Ellie seemed to know about you that you didn't even know yourself. It was terrifying, embarrassing, and flattering all at once. Your face feels like its melting. You stay silent.

"Oh—am I right? I've totally got you, haven't I?" She asks, enjoying fully the power she seems to have over you and your emotions.

"No." You bite, unwilling to try and say anything else.

You hated how often Ellie was right.

She takes a ball of black fabric from her pocket, tossing it in your lap. It's a hat.

"Put it on. It's cold."

A swarm of bats fly over the both of you, chaotic and eruptive.

"It's gonna be dark, Ellie."

"I know, I know. I was, uh—saving the best for last." She quips, hopping off of the rock to stand in front of you.

It felt kind of awkward this way, Ellie fully standing while you sat. You had to look straight up to meet her eyes. It put your head in whirl.

"What, the tattoo? I saw that already."

"No. Something else," She grabs your hand and places it on the bottom hem of her top. Your heart beats a little faster.

"Lift up my shirt."

Your eyes widen as your hand fidgets. You wait for her to keep talking. She doesn't.

"Um...like all the way?" You struggle to find words. "Or—"

"Lift up," her hand grasps yours, guiding it up. "my shirt."

Fabric shifts and the pale flesh of her abdomen comes into view. Her belly is lean—all hard edges and dense muscle. What catches your eye is the long, winding, angry scar tracing along her hip.

Your brain goes into overdrive.

Traumatic injury, surgery needed... most likely...flexor or... IT band tendonitis? Maybe, what, Bursitis? Something...invasive—a tear? Labral tear? Iliopsoas tear? What the fuck was she doing?

"Street fighting." She states. "It's my job."

Your face is blank. You shakily stand.

"Uhhh—you, you better be fucking with me, Ellie." You stutter out. Unconsciously, you move to trace your finger along the scar, feeling the warped, healed skin. "I mean this is...this is serious. This is...surgery."

"Don't I fuckin' know it," she moves her shirt back down, covering the scar. "took me out of the ring for like, eight weeks."

"Jesus—Jesus Christ. How long have you been doing this!?"

"Not much longer than you've been in school, really."

"So, not long. Is what you're saying." your fingers rake through your hair. "This is...this is fucking crazy."

"It's not that—"

"Dina's okay with this? Really. I really don't see how she could be okay with this, like, at all." You argue, cutting her off.

"She wasn't. I had to convince her."

"And how often do you go to the doctor? Once a week? Or do you pretend like you know how to patch yourself up?"

Her face slightly reddens.

"I—I learned how to do it myself. I know how."

"Oh sure. Did you google it? I'm sure google will save you from a life threatening injury."

"Ok, most of them are not 'life threatening'—"

"You don't know that! Not certainly, at least! Not certain enough to be safe!" You exclaim, voice full of anger, but mostly, fear.

She places a hand on your shoulder, gripping it tightly. She doesn't talk until you meet her eyes.

"Hey. I am fine. The hip thing was a fluke. Honest. Most of the time nothing fuckin' happens." She assures, her other hand rubbing up and down your arm. You must've looked more upset than you'd realized.

"Ok."

"Just, 'ok'? Are we...good now?" Ellie asks, blue eyes still deeply connected to yours.

"Um...yeah..." You say, partly hesitating. Ellie watches you closely.

"I wanna go with you."

Her face lights up in...shock?, you think, a pleased grin shaping her mouth.

"What—really?"

"If you really want to do...this," you bite your lip. "being there is what would make me feel...better...about it."

"Yeah? That's...I mean, I think that's great," She says, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "my own cheerleader."

You step backwards, letting Ellie's hands slide away from your body.

"No, not a cheerleader. A fucking medic. So I'm not sitting home worried about you—dying. I can just be there to help if stuff goes wrong."

"I'm happy either way, princess." She gleams.

As the sun sets, it gets harder to make out the shape of her face. The woods are also quieter, amplifying the subtle sounds of you and Ellie. You wonder about the details of your plan.

"Do I have to pay to get in? How does this...work?"

"No, you're set. Pretty girls get in free—it's a club rule. Y'know, good for business and everything."

You thank the sky for it's darkness, as Ellie is unable to see the rosy hue reaching your cheeks.

"Oh. Okay...good to know."

Ellie steps up, and now familiarly, encloses your hand in hers.

"C'mon. It's too fuckin' dark to stay any longer."

You walk out of the clearing, back into the dense foliage of where you came. Your grip tightens.

"So...have you had girlfriend?" Ellie blurts.

"Um, weird question, but," you look away. "no."

"Just...trying to gauge how good of a lesbian you are. Pretty bad, it seems."

"Oh, fuck off. I've been focusing on...school." You retort, fully knowing how lame it sounds.

If you were being honest, it was just nerves. You didn't have to try for a boyfriend, he basically wouldn't even take 'no' for an answer. But with girls? It was like you froze.

"Hey I'd give you some tips but...I don't think they'd really...apply for you, y'know?"

"No, I don't know. Explain it." You demand.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm trying think of a way where it makes...sense. And won't make you mad."

"I won't get mad Ellie. Just say it." You encourage, now more curious than anything.

She stops walking and turns to you.

"Well, it's like...the roles. The roles you can have."

"What...roles...?"

She huffs a laugh before continuing, and positions her hand to point to herself.

"I'm the type that flusters the girl. The...fluster-er, right?"

She walks forwards, getting so close that you can smell the scents of the forest soaked up in her clothing.

"And you," She says, her finger poking your collarbone. "...are the girl that...is flustered. It's a...a dynamic, yeah?"

Your skin heats and all you can do is gaze at Ellie, who's completely enthused with this discussion. She stays quiet, watching your face intently, despite it being so dark.

"You're making stuff up again. I don't even—I don't even know why I let you talk." You utter.

"See? You're doing it already! It's the fuckin' dynamic princess—you know I'm never wrong." She gushes, pinching at your checks and making them even redder.

"This so stupid. And don't call me that."

It was like the world stopped. As soon as you said it, you could see Ellie's brain distinctly remembering you, in that whiny drunken voice, begging. You won't ever forget it. And neither will Ellie, for completely different reasons.

You knew exactly what she was going to say, so you try and stop her.

"Don't. I don't care what I did yesterday. Just—don't."

She sighs, clearly dropping it. Thank god. Her teeth bite the inside of her cheek.

"Whatever you say, princess."

You don't even acknowledge it, just rolling your eyes as you walk ahead. Stray branches brush over your legs and thighs, feeling like gentle scratches. You slow a bit, waiting for Ellie to join you.

And hold your hand again.

Stepping ahead of you to lead, Ellie does just that. The warmth makes you smile, and you let it own your face, bright and wide. You didn't care. It was dark enough.

"Alright. Stay close."

"I know, Ellie."

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Hii! 😁

I love ur work sm ❤️

So my Idea is for a g!p donna smut, reader wanting to suck Donna off and wanting to please Donna (plus really liking her cock) but not knowing how to ask/tell her so she just pushes the thought aside. They go on a date and reader is unknowingly making Donna lose it without knowing. (Ice cream date ykyk, kneeling down to pick up something in front of Donna then looking up at her, sucking her fingers after eating smth messy, yk stuff like that but Reader has no clue what she’s doing to donna its just like normal things she’s doing) Donna cant take it anymore and thinks Reader is doing all this on purpose and shows reader her very hard cock and tells her “Look what your doing to me, now you gotta fix it doll.” And tells reader to get on her knees and suck her off. Reader is surprised at first (though she isn’t complaining as its what she wanted) then thinks about it and connects the dots. reader pushes her luck and teases her more, (this time intentionally), worshiping her cock, kissing Donna’s tip, slowly licking her length all the way up with heavy eye contact, saying stuff like “your cock is so pretty Donna.” and taking all of her just to release her with a loud wet, pop! Once Donna has had enough, she starts roughly face fucking reader causing reader to gag hard as she’s not used to it and a bunch of tears start to gather at her eyes but that only spurs Donna on more. Donna degrades reader and is saying stuff like “Awh can’t take it now doll?”, “Your such a fucking whore.”, “you look so pretty crying on my cock.” Reader is just enjoying that she finally got what she wanted (even if it wasn’t planned) and is holding onto Donna’s legs, maybe even touching herself. After cumming in readers mouth Donna is all soft and is like, “sorry doll did I hurt you?” But reader is still touching herself and finishes herself off, and donna is kinda shocked she’s so into this.

Thats all I have so you can fill in the rest <3 thank you!

Yesss!!!! Oh, this is a very spicy one xD!!! Thank you for your words, and for your request!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!! :))))))

Careful what you wish for

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: G!P Donna,smut, Minors DNI, rough oral sex, fluff, have I said smut already?

Word count: 7,645

Summary: That dream is driving you crazy...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!!I love you all!!!

“Mm, Donna…” you moaned as you felt her wet caresses, as you noticed her fingers running over your folds with affection, with passion, her burning skin warming yours.

Her gaze didn’t leave yours as she saw for herself the pleasure that a simple caress was giving you. There was no home, there was nothing around you. Your senses were completely clouded by pleasure. You couldn't see, only feel, smell, moan…

Her fingers played with your wetness, making you the privileged one, making the Black Gods and the rest of the Lords envious of you. You had a Goddess pleasing you, after all.

Your moans increased as did her rhythm, a careful one, which knew where to touch, how to make you explode, how to worship you. It was so divine that you even believed you weren’t alive.

The way she curved inside you unleashed thoughts and words you had never said before, rude things that only emphasized the lust, the pleasure you felt. Best of all: it was just for you.

Your body enjoyed it, but your head began to lose itself, to feel guilty for such a selfish pleasure. You wanted to kiss her body, to caress her bare skin, to make her mouth emit the same sounds as yours, to make her only eye shine in a similar way, and to be that way thanks to you.

Pushing away the warmth of her fingers inside you, you crawled into that dark place to reach her soft skin, to caress her legs while your lips delighted down her navel, with the anticipation of a dirty but delicious act. You wanted to see that reaction, you wanted to know if her shaft felt as good in your mouth as it seemed.

Just when you were about to do it, to taste her arousal, a strong tug pulled you away from that empty place and your eyes opened.

It was just a dream.

“Ugh,” you groaned annoyed as you tossed around in bed, feeling your body altered by that erotic dream, furious at having woken up at the best moment. “Wow…”

Reality and dreams were always different, even if you woke up in that place, in that sinister house, next to its sinister owner. Rubbing your eyes you still thought about that dream, about the anticipation in your body at doing something you had never done, something to please Donna, and only Donna.

Shyness? Yes, you were quite shy, although with the passage of time that characteristic of yours disappeared little by little.

Shame? Oh, well, that too. The thing was that during your outbursts of passion you never stopped to think about the possibilities that a lustful act could give you.

Donna deserved heaven. She deserved each one of your kisses, your smiles. She was everything to you.

A villager like you, with no future, with a boring life, owed everything possible to a woman like her for having taken you out of that tedious routine. You were never the smartest, nor the most devout, nor the most beautiful... At least that was what you thought. You always went unnoticed by your peers, one more girl, one who they wouldn’t miss if they didn’t see her in church.

Going unnoticed was your best skill, but you weren’t even good at that. Without wanting it, without expecting it, you attracted the attention of the least expected woman, of a person who you didn’t think she even knew about your existence.

Donna Beneviento, one of the four pillars that held up the village, the youngest of the Lords, the most mysterious, had noticed you for some reason that even today you didn’t know. At first it was a cautious approach, one that you saw as a possible punishment or an end to your boring life.

It wasn't like that.

There were no visions, no pleas. There was nothing, in fact. That woman in mourning, covered by a veil, stood, looking at you while her doll laughed. It was just a few silent seconds, a sort of approach.

The disturbing time that made you pray to the Gods dissolved like dust after a gentle breeze. For some reason, you fixed your gaze on that mysterious lady while she did the same. An isolated incident, a punishment, a threat for not repeating Mother Miranda's prayers... That was what was going through your mind.

But, even improving your false devotion, those encounters continued. Silent glances, a regal pose... Nothing, not a word, not a whisper, just her invisible gaze.

Wanting to break that strange habit, you asked the reasons that woman had for approaching you. It took you days to get an answer, but luckily, not too many.

The details of how that relationship was formed were not important. Love simply arose between two wounded souls, one of them because of loneliness, the other one because it felt that it would be its destiny.

Donna was a strange woman, sick just as the rumors pointed out, but no one, ever, had been able to ignore those absurd details. Behind that black wall and that dark cloth, was a beautiful woman, a cultured, intelligent, sensitive woman… Nothing like the word the villagers used after her name: monster.

A scar on her face was one of the reasons for her isolation, the reason for that horrible black veil covering her beauty. Of course, that wasn’t enough. Donna was beautiful just the way she was. She didn’t need to cover herself, not for you.

On the other hand, Mother Miranda's gift, the blessing of the Black Gods when they named her Lord, wasn’t only responsible for altering that scar Donna had since she was a child. That gift came with more contraindications.

Her body changed, that gift stripped her of her appearance as a conventional woman transforming her private parts irremediably. No, that wasn’t a problem for you either, even though Donna insisted on hiding it until it was no longer possible.

Her fear of rejection disappeared with your smile, with your optimistic way of seeing life, of accepting each of its challenges. Well, you were interested in women, but Donna wasn’t only a woman, but the woman you loved. A stupid change wasn’t going to make your heart stop beating.

Once that barrier was overcome, the fear of the lady in black of you abandoning her, of you agreeing with everyone who said she was a monster, your life became easier and the smile refused to leave your face. You were happy, you were in love.

Love, kisses, caresses, passion… You had everything you longed for in your years of fruitless relationships with girls from the village, girls too cowardly to keep their promise of eternal love.

The risk had its reward, and you were living one of the best stages of your life. After a year in the mansion, you realized that you could spend a thousand of them without realizing it.

“Good morning, tesoro,” a sweet voice made you remove your frown, that irrational rage you felt when you woke up from that passionate dream.

“Donna…” you sighed, stretching comically, and capturing the brunette's lips slowly, wetly, trying to imitate those you felt in your dreams.

Of course, reality was far superior to that dream, in almost every way.

“Did you sleep well? You moved a lot,” she said, moving away from your insatiable kisses with elegance, getting out of bed as a silent rejection of your invisible but notorious intentions.

You couldn't blame her. Donna was a newbie in love, although when it came to stripping down and melting into you she was always wild, a wildness you liked, of course.

“Oh, yes, yes, I was having… A strange dream…” you slurred, pulling back the sheets and sighing at the lack of the pleasant warmth of the bedroom, probably due to the sudden cooling of your body.

“Mm?” she asked in a murmur, picking up her black dress, looking at you briefly, with a curious face. “Tell me about it”

“Um, well, we were in… Well, I don't know where we were but…” you stammered with blushing cheeks. No matter how many times lust took over your bodies, you were always a a bit shy.

“We? Have you dreamed about me?” she asked amused, caressing your cheek while you looked for a dress to start a new day. “It was a good dream, I guess.”

“Oh, yes, it was,” you said, accepting that soft caress while you bit your lip. Having her so close with that recent dream was starting to be dangerous. “We were…” you said, regretting it instantly. The blush on your cheeks made your words difficult. “It doesn't matter, reality is much better.”

Donna smiled, blinking at your erratic explanation, and with one last kiss, she turned around, walking out of the room.

“Are you coming, tesoro?” she asked when your body was rooted to the floor, when the vivid image of that dream kept harassing your mind.

“What? Where to?” you asked, shaking your head, trying to get her naked body away from your mind.

“Don't you want to take a shower with me?” she asked, with an innocent voice.

“Of course, of course, I'm sorry, Donna, I think I haven't slept enough,” you said, falsely apologizing, trying to divert your lustful thoughts, trying to keep your gaze from going to her legs, to keep your eyes from checking if she had woken up like she often do, happy.

Judging by that subtle rejection, you deduced that the day wasn’t going to start with an orgasm, but you didn't care, or so you thought.

“You can sleep more if you want, you have no obligation to accompany me,” Donna said in a whisper, walking next to you through the dark hallways.

“No, it's okay this way,” you said, downplaying it, to which the lady in black shrugged, laughing sweetly.

Of course, the last thing you needed at that moment was a hot shower, was her naked body very close to yours. A cold shower would have suited your thoughts better. Donna closed her eye as the water ran down her body, her almost divine body.

Her pale skin, her breasts… Everything was indiscriminately touched by the water drops, observed closely by your lascivious gaze, one that you hid by turning around, trying to get out of that interrupted dream.

“Bring me the soap,” Donna asked you after a moment of relaxation. Your body remained firm and your mind tried to control your impulses.

You couldn’t always escape the sight of her perfect body, and you knew it. The dreams you had usually disappeared from your mind, but on that occasion they didn’t.

The pleasure of her fingers, her naked body, her erection so close to your mouth… They were images that weren’t easy to forget.

Sighing, coming out of your reverie heightened by the hot water, you shook your head, bending down to comply with his request and turning around with a strange smile, looking at his bright eye, not at his body, but rather trying.

“Grazie, amore mio…” she whispered softly, taking the soap from your hand and kissing you quickly, but intensely.

You laughed amused by the caresses of her lips, by the sudden closeness that accelerated your thoughts even more. You got so nervous that the soap accidentally slipped from your hands, falling to the shower floor.

“Oops, sorry,” you said nervously, automatically bending down to pick it up, a terrible idea.

Her body was calling for you, that gift from the Gods was there, as close as in your dreams, as beautiful as ever. The temptation was inches away from your mouth, the wet and lascivious act that you were about to do in your dreams was within your reach.

You had never done anything like this. Donna was wild when you made love, but something kept her from letting your mouth navigate her body.

You didn't know if it was simply that she didn't like it, or if she was respectful enough not to ask you to do it.

You weren't the bravest girl in the village. You didn't dare to do it on your own, mostly because you weren't sure if it would please her or maybe it made her uncomfortable in some way.

Oral sex was a cliché, a fetish that all the boys in the village seemed to adore, or so your friends said. But there were two notable differences: Donna wasn't a boy and, of course, she didn't have that childish and boastful mentality.

She was different, even wild in lust, her spirit remained true to what she felt for you. She was always kind, respectful and patient with you. Of course, getting used to the idea of ​​making love in such a different way from what you had become accustomed to was a difficult step, but it was amply rewarded.

Moving forward or changing something in your routine was always something to be careful about and this situation was no exception.

But, having Donna helpless under the hot water, the majesty of her penis so close to you, the image of your dreams, her pleased face, her moans that would surely be scandalous... That definitely made you think that maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to try.

You looked up to see what her reaction was, how Donna felt about having you that close, crouched in front of her, submissive, as she secretly loved. Your eyes didn't match hers.

The doll lady simply washed her black hair indifferently. You suspected that she hadn't even noticed your position, because her always sensitive body used to react to your proximity.

“(Y/N)?” Her voice distorted by the water brought you out of your moment of decision and her gaze met yours. Her brow was furrowed and her hand extended towards you. “Tesoro, are you okay? Are you dizzy?”

“What?” you asked, taking that kind hand and finally standing up, leaving your lustful thoughts aside. “Yes, yes... I mean, no, I'm not dizzy, why do you say that?”

“Well, it took you a long time to get up,” she said, smiling cautiously and finally taking the soap your hand was squeezing. “Sometimes people get dizzy from sudden movements.”

 “Yeah... Yes, it's true,” you whispered, sighing in confusion, closing your eyes so the water could erase the temptation from your mind, something that it partially achieved. “Don't worry, I'm fine.”

“Mm,” Donna murmured, taking your chin and bringing it to her lips with a tender smile before starting to clean her body.

Attempt failed, (Y/N)...

More kisses, caresses and smiles accompanied that romantic shower, but that was where it ended. There was no lust under the water.

There was no outburst from the brunette, not even an irrational attack of jealousy that she used to relieve by taking you roughly. You loved when she possessed you in that way, anywhere, at any time.

But apparently that wasn’t the day. Donna was calm and with her lust controlled. The two of you had breakfast in silence, as always. Well, almost, of course the doll Angie prevented peace from reigning in the mansion.

Shortly after, Donna went down to her workshop, in her unbearable routine of constantly making dolls. Surely a routine of more than 50 years was impossible to forget or ignore. It was a terrible thought, the thought that, before meeting you, Donna only had her dolls by her side.

“Well…” you sighed, showing your cards to the Angie doll. “What do you think?”

“You are a loser,” the puppet whispered, showing hers, making you roll your eyes.

“Hey, how is that possible? You can’t have 6 aces,” you protested, shaking your head. “You bother less and less to cheat subtly, Angie.”

“Bah, you protest because it is impossible to beat me,” she answered, taking all the coins that you always used for that game. “(Y/N) is a loser… Dumb…” she sang.

“Yes, yes, whatever you say…” you sighed, gathering the cards and putting them away in the box. “Well, you've cheated me enough for today, hey, where's Donna?”

“Do I look like a babysitter?” the doll asked, laughing amused.

“I wouldn't hire you as a babysitter even if you were the last living being on Earth,” you joked, getting up from the floor, shaking your clothes and walking towards one of the shelves.

“Oh... Do you mean you have a baby on the way?” the doll asked, making a shiver run down your spine.

“What? Of course I don’t,” you said amused, shaking your head. “Now shut up for a while, will you? I want to read something,” you said, sighing seconds later. “I guess Donna is still with her dolls…”

“Silly,” Angie said, passing by you. “I'm going to get her so you can stop ruining my life.”

“Me? Forgive me, your Royal Highness,” you joked, running your eyes over the books, trying to find one you hadn't read.

“Your Great Royal Highness, you stupid fool,” the doll screamed, disappearing through the hall.

You laughed silently and went back to your choice of books. Among them were some you had already read and others you didn't understand because they were in Italian.

“I guess I'll have to learn someday...” you whispered, leaving one of those incomprehensible books, causing another one to fall off the shelf. It was a small book, with a… More than suggestive cover. “Oh, but... What’s this? Erotic Christmas stories... Well, well...”

Blushing as you turned the pages and checked that there were no dolls on sight, you chose that book with curiosity, looking first for another one big enough to hide it. After all, Donna was about to go up.

After greeting you, devouring you with kisses and words of love, the two of you sat in your favorite reading corner, letting time pass, only interrupting the fiction to kiss each other sweetly from time to time.

Your eyes passed over those hot words, stopping on one of the stories, one strangely appropriate for that day, where the woman got on her knees, ready to please her lover.

Those perfectly written and descriptive words brought the image of your dream back to your mind, distorting the characters of that wet story, making Donna the protagonist, being pleasured by your lips on her erection.

You sighed as you noticed how the arousal passed through your veins, how that image was terribly erotic for you, imagining if the pleasure of that character could be comparable to that of the lady in black. You were definitely dying to know, to please the love of your life with that sinful gift, with those forbidden kisses.

Silently you shifted on the couch, regretting not being able to ask Donna for something like that. The words wouldn't come out of your mouth. They didn't want to come out, probably inhibited by the blush on your cheeks.

The lady's hand, which was tangled in your hair, tickled places far from your skin sending a lot of pleasurable sensations between your legs, sensations that were increasingly frustrating.

“What are you reading, tesoro?” Donna asked, taking you out of that story, of those thoughts, leaning over to observe your reading.

“Oh, nothing, nothing,” you said nervously, closing the larger book to hide the smaller one.

“Nothing?” she asked, amused, insisting on looking at that book, something that you prevented in the most clumsy way possible.

“Look, Donna, isn't that Mother Miranda?” you said in a feigned tone, with nerves distorting your voice while pointing towards the window.

As expected, a powerful Lord was nothing compared to the high priestess, and fear made Donna look sharply at the indicated place, giving you a few precious seconds to be able to put the sinful book aside and hide it under the sofa with an almost miraculous movement.

“Cosa? Dove?” she asked nervously, looking closely at the window.

“Oh, sorry, that must have been a mistake, I thought I mistook her for one of those crows,” you said awkwardly, making the lady look at you confused, blinking without saying a word. “I was reading this wonderful book about…”

“Cucina Mundiale?” she asked, frowning as she turned the large book around and pointed to the title. “But, but you don't understand it…”

“I know,” you said, moving your hand to play it off, glancing sideways at something in that book that would help you with your clumsy excuse. “The truth is I was just looking at the pictures.”

“Oh…” the lady sighed, nodding slowly. “Have you seen anything you like?” she asked curiously, looking at the page you were on.

“Um yes, yes,” you said with a confident smile, a fake one, of course, trying to quickly look at one of those recipes to focus your lie on. “Look at this, it looks delicious, the, the hot dog…”

“Mm,” she murmured, looking closely at the recipe. “It's very simple, (Y/N). It's a bun with a Frankfurt sausage inside, why did it catch your attention that much?” she asked curiously.

“Well, I don't know, it looks… It looks good, doesn't it? You could make it for me someday, I'd like to try it,” you said with puppy eyes, thus preventing the blush on your cheeks from growing even more.

100 recipes and you had to notice the damn sausage one… It wasn't your best day.

“Va bene…” Donna whispered, looking at you again with a frown, surely noticing the involuntary trembling of your body. “(Y/N)… You're acting a bit… Weird…”

“Weird, me?” you asked, pointing at yourself, trying in a childish way to divert her suspicions. “Not at all.”

“I'm sure you were reading another book,” she said, with a dark voice, giving you back the large book and crossing her arms. “What are you hiding from me?”

You looked everywhere, trying to calm down. The burgundy color of your cheeks didn't help at all.

“Another book? No, no, no, no,” you said, shaking your head effusively. “It must be your imagination.”

The lady blinked again, looking for the obvious lie in your gaze.

“Well, I guess it is…” she whispered, scratching the back of her neck. “Have I, have I done something wrong?”

“What? No, of course you haven’t, Donna,” you said to relieve that strange and irrational concern, one that her sick mind brought to light when she got nervous.

The ignorance, any intention you had to keep a secret, no matter how absurd it was, gave the lady in black enough concern to accuse you of having deceived her, something you had to prevent her from believing at all costs.

You didn't like it, you hated it, but you had no choice but to put lust aside and do something terrible, lie to her, for a good reason, of course.

“Well... Let's see, you haven't done anything wrong but,” you started when the blush was replaced by nerves. She nodded expectantly. “Well, I'd like us to spend a day together, you know, for you to leave your dolls for once.”

“My dolls?” Donna asked, getting a little closer. “Is that what bothers you? Tesoro, I…”

“No, let's see, it's not exactly that but… Look how nice it is today, summer is almost here and I would like to do something with you instead of being locked up here and losing all my money playing poker with Angie…” you said in a calm tone, pointing at the sun that was beginning to fade through the window.

“I'm, I'm, I'm sorry, (Y/N),” she whispered, lowering her head. At least that time she got sad instead of losing her mind.

“Don't apologize, my love,” you said with a tender smile, taking her trembling hands, comforting them with yours. “But… Well, I don't know, tomorrow you could leave that dark workshop and do something with me…”

“Oh, okay, I, yes, of course, if that's what you want, I'll do it,” the dark lady said, with a smile that was too quick, kissing you when she saw that you didn't say it as a reproach, but as a suggestion. “What do you have in mind?”

Many things, Donna, many things...

“How about we cook together? We could make that recipe and... I don't know, maybe eat it on the porch to enjoy the nice weather,” you suggested, looking at the book again, happy to have managed to trick her.

“Um, just that?” Donna asked confused. “That easy?”

“It's not hard to make me happy, honey,” you said again with a smile, running a loving hand over her scar, something she liked more and more over time. “I could go to the village and buy ice cream, what do you think?”

“I-I think that's a great idea, (Y/N)…”

At least, in addition to get rid of a terribly awkward moment, you got a well-deserved reward for it. Just as the lady promised, the next day the routine changed, staying with you all the time, forgetting about her dolls for a moment.

Continuing with the lie of the interest you had in that recipe, the two of you cooked that simple dish laughing, really having fun. You didn't have that dream again, and you'd be lying if you said that the idea of ​​hugging Donna with your lips had left your head.

That romantic day, those laughs and those tender kisses, forced you to put aside your dark desires. You didn't forget it, but you didn't want to remember it either.

It was a wonderful day. You didn't want to ruin it with the usual wild lust, although well, if you ended up moaning and screaming with pleasure while she took you, you weren't going to complain.

“Okay… A little more of this,” you said amused, adding more lettuce to your hot dog.

Donna was right, it was a simple dish, but that didn't matter. The most important thing was the laughter, that way the lady patiently taught you how to cook, even if it was just boiling a simple sausage.

“Stop filling it so much, you won't be able to eat it,” she said, decorating hers in a simpler way, looking at the book from time to time. “Here it says that you can put whatever you want on it, but I think you're going too far.”

“Bah, how boring,” you said with a smile, admiring your creation. “Don't worry, I've put bigger things in my mouth,” you commented without realizing it, making the lady open her eye and tense up.

“Um… Have you?” she asked in a whispery voice, somewhat broken by that abrupt phrase that, in another context, could sound a bit… Strange. “Oh, um, okay…”

Her confused murmur didn't alert you and you nodded with a shy smile, pouring sauces over your food.

“So this is ketchup… It seems like something perfect to accompany anything,” you commented looking at the newly acquired bottle. “Do you know how much the Duke charged me for it? 500 lei, that guy rips me off more and more.”

“It's just sweet tomato sauce, (Y/N),” Donna said, looking at the bottle with curiosity. “I'm sure I can make a better one.”

“I don't doubt it,” you joked. “Hey, pasta might be tasty with…”

“Put a single drop of that thing on my pasta and I swear that…” she hissed, with a cold, dark, terribly offended look.

“Oh, hey, calm down, honey… I wasn't serious… I think…” you said with a nervous smile, caressing her cheek, making a tender look camouflage that sudden offense.

“Okay, that's it…” she murmured, freeing herself from a merciless attack from your lips, one that intended to bless your ears with that sweet laugh, a laugh that seemed impossible for someone like her. “Let's take it to the porch.”

Angie didn't participate in that romantic lunch, thank the Gods, and you both were able to enjoy the nice spring weather. It was a really nice meal. Romantic glances adorned that old mansion. Smiles and whispers eclipsed the sound of crows.

“Oh, wow,” you said as you brought the food to your mouth, opening it exaggeratedly. You didn't want to agree with Donna, of course.

“I told you,” she said amused, wiping your sauce-stained neckline with a finger. “You've put too much ingredients in.”

“Oh, wait, wait,” you said, grabbing her wrist just as she was going to grab a napkin, automatically bringing her finger to your mouth, licking it effusively. “Don't waste this delight…”

The lady withdrew her finger and looked at you strangely as if she was confused by your attitude. You smiled and winked at her while she looked at her finger desecrated by your tongue, swallowing as if she had suddenly become nervous.

“Um, I…” she murmured, shaking her head, smiling in a terribly false way and getting up from the chair. “I'll go to get dessert.”

“Mm, dessert,” you said, licking your lips, closing your eyes and sensually running your tongue over them. Well, you really didn't plan on doing it in a sensual way, but you couldn't help it. “I'm looking forward to sucking on that…”

“What…. What?” Donna asked, even more confused, her empty plates shaking in her hand. “You want to suck…”

“Yes, the ice cream…” you whispered innocently. “I was always my scandalous one when it came to eating them. I hope you don't find it disgusting.”

“What?” the lady asked again, making her disconcerting nervousness even more evident. “N-No, of course not.”

“Great,” you said, blinking petulantly, tilting your head to look at her, to see a curious smile that appeared on her lips. “Is something wrong, my love?”

“No, no…” she said quickly, picking up the cutlery, with a much more normal attitude, as if that little nervous moment had mysteriously vanished. “Oh, cazzo…”

The sound of a fork falling to the ground alerted you and your helpful attitude forced you to get up and bend over, just like you did the day before during the shower.

The difference was that this time, you weren't thinking about how close you were to her body, to her black dress. You looked up with a tender smile and unlike the day before, her eye were fixed on yours, looking at you curiously, lowering her free hand to your chin to tilt it slightly. You could hear her thoughts running through her mind, but you couldn't interpret them.

Donna shook her head again after that strange moment, helping you up slowly, letting you climb up while maintaining eye contact, something that made her stir.

“Here,” you said innocently, handing her the cutlery and leaving it on top of the plates. She nodded confused, frowning and walking towards the entrance. “Oh, Donna!” you shouted to get her attention, grabbing her by the waist. “A cream one for me,” you whispered, kissing her ear romantically.

“Cream, s-sure...” she murmured, moving away and looking at you coldly as she left the porch.

You shrugged, letting yourself fall back into your chair and sighing at the pleasure of that meal.

“This is great, I have to be mean more often,” you commented to yourself, laughing amusedly and finishing your glass of water.

After a few minutes, Donna returned with your ice cream, handing it over quickly, with a smile that seemed nervous to you.

“Here you go, tesoro,” she whispered affectionately, leaning down to give you a soft kiss on the lips before returning to her chair.

You frowned as you unwrapped your dessert.

“What about you?” you asked curiously, noticing the emptiness of her hands, which seemed to scratch the black fabric of her dress. “You don’t want one?”

“Um, no, (Y/N) I, no, I’m not hungry anymore,” she said, smiling comfortably again.

You nodded and began to eat that delicious ice cream. Little by little you bit into the chocolate pieces, moaning in pleasure at the sweetness, at the refreshing taste of that perfect dessert for a perfect day.

You hadn't lied. Your tongue passed through the cream slowly, going over the sweet calmly, savoring every inch intensely. You put it in your mouth, making exaggerated turns, taking it out and causing a sound similar to a kiss, one that, you soon realized, was too loud.

Without paying attention to what that meant, you continued with your feat, taking small bites on the tip you had created, accompanying it with the skillful movements of your tongue and your pleasurable moans.

That noisy and wet soundtrack stood out among everything else. The sound of the birds was erased by your licks, the waterfall was nothing compared to the absorption of your mouth in that cream, with the strange sound it made when passing through your tongue. Donna cleared her throat, looking away when you turned your head, looking at the quieter-than-usual woman in black.

“Sorry, I’m making too much noise,” you apologized amused, licking the ice cream even more as your eyes met hers for a moment before she pulled away again, fidgeting in her chair. “Are you okay, Donna?”

“Y-Yes,” she murmured, playing with her dress uncomfortably, looking away again. “Finish it, will you?”

“Mm, why?” you asked curiously. “I like to enjoy it slowly…” you sighed, popping the ice cream back into your mouth.

“O-okay…” Donna whispered, turning slightly in her chair, looking at her lap briefly and frowning. “I… I should go in and…”

“No, wait, I’m almost done,” you said, grabbing her wrist when the doll maker suddenly stood up.

She stopped dead, nodding nervously, looking down again and biting her lip, moving her dress with the hand you weren't holding.

With a tremendous and involuntarily sensual moan, you ended the cruel torture you were doing to the ice cream, licking your lips and sighing in satisfaction.

“Mm... Delicious... I love how the cream melts in my mouth... I could spend hours licking it...” you commented, after which, without being able to finish the sentence, Donna pulled her hand away from yours with a grunt.

“What's wrong with you, (Y/N)? What are you up to?” she asked nervously, moving away from you.

“What? What are you talking about?” you asked confused, getting up at the brusque attitude of the brunette, one that you didn't see any sense in. “Donna, what...?” you asked, interrupted by the sight before you, by your eyes going down to the same place as hers, to her dress deformed by a rather noticeable bulge.

“It's your fault,” the lady growled, covering her embarrassment with her hands while you covered your mouth with yours, holding back your laughter and a gasp of surprise. “It's... It's your fault...”

“My fault? But Donna...” you joked, moving her hands away to see the result of your unconscious actions, the erection that was palpable in the black fabric of her dress. “Donna...”

Your mind asked for your attention to be diverted for a moment, making you remember each of the things you did that day. You thought you had forgotten that dark desire, that you only wanted to enjoy a different day, but it was clear that you couldn't do it, at least consciously.

The hot dog, your tongue on her finger, your mouth very close to her body, that lascivious eye contact and finally that sensual dance of your mouth with the ice cream… Everything seemed to send confusing signals to the brunette, signals that she interpreted in an unexpected way.

You wondered what she was thinking about.

“Wow… So you liked the way I ate that ice cream, huh?” you whispered in a drawl, running a finger along her chest, slowly moving down to her covered shaft, gently caressing it through the fabric.

The lady, embarrassed, nodded slowly, gasping as your skin made contact with hers, as your dancing fingers grabbed the edges of her skirt and pulled it down a bit so you could see for yourself the extent of her arousal.

“Tell me, darling… Would you like me to do the same to you?” you asked in her ear, teasingly feeling her erection through her underwear, grabbing it and moving it slowly, teasing poor Donna, who nodded erratically again.

You hadn’t made a wish on a magic well or anything, but it seemed luck was on your side.

“Mm, very well, my love, I will be happy to please you…” you whispered again, releasing her covered shaft, causing the lady to gasp in annoyance at the lack of contact. “Let’s go inside.”

“No,” she hissed, not letting you drag her with you, staying rooted to the ground, not bothering to cover herself again.

“No?” you asked curiously, a wicked smile crossing your face.

Donna shook her head, removing the clothes that imprisoned her desire, releasing her terribly erect shaft and gesturing for you to return to your position. Her gaze darkened and something resembling a smile appeared on her face as she moved closer to kiss you briefly.

“You caused this, doll, and you're going to fix it, now,” she said, letting the wetness of your kisses mix, making you moan on her lips as you felt her erection pressing into your body, claiming you. “On your knees.”

“Here? But Donna,” you said with a good girl face, tilting your head, lowering your hand to the desired place.

“Chiudi il becco,” she hissed in a rough tone, a common tone in your passionate outbursts. “Get on your knees and suck me off, now…”

“Oh, how rude,” you joked, clicking your tongue but obeying her, bending down until your knees met the stone floor and your eyes were hopelessly fixed on her trembling arousal.

Without having planned it, you were right where you wanted, the way you wanted. It was a sweet victory, a victory over something she didn't even suspect. You had your prize so close that your thoughts darkened even more, encouraging you to enjoy it more, to act how you wanted and not how she demanded.

“Mm, let's see...” you joked, getting a little closer, looking at her with a lustful smile as your hand moved to her shaft, slowly wrapping it as you watched her reaction.

Donna didn't say anything. She simply closed her eye at the pleasure of your caresses. Of course that pleasure couldn't exist even in a dream. You were going to have fun... A lot of fun.

“What are you doing? Your mouth, (Y/N)...” she whispered impatiently, letting her hips be carried away by the soft movements of your hand.

“How impatient,” you said amused, letting her go, kissing the tip for the first time, placing your lips on it slowly with a romantic and wet sound. “Mm… You're so beautiful…”

Donna gasped at the contact, bringing a hand to your hair to keep you in place. That reaction was something new for you. You weren't going to stop enjoying every tremor, every sigh of the brunette, every trembling movement of her penis being praised by your lips.

“Look at you, how hard it is, my love…” you whispered giving small kisses to the tip, licking it softly with your tongue without reaching that desired caress, making her go crazy and growl with pleasure. “I love your cock, Donna… It's so big, so beautiful…” you whispered with a voice camouflaged by your kisses.

“Don't be that way…” she whispered, moaning when your mouth made contact with her body, when your tongue dared to be a naughty, running along her length slowly. “Stop talking and…”

“Mm…” you murmured, laughing, enjoying the taste of her arousal, the movements her body made with each lick, always looking up, meeting her bright eye, not wanting to leave it.

“Stop playing, doll, be good, will you?” Donna said looking away for a moment, moaning gutturally when your lips wrapped around the tip, making her believe that your mouth would run over her erection the way she wanted.

Of course, it wasn't like that. Your mouth pulled back with an obscene sound and your tongue returned to the task of slowly running over every inch with a defiant look.

“I'm not your good doll, Donna,” you commented amused, kissing the entire length, moving it with your hand at will, going down to the edge and then up again, accompanying those innocent kisses with soft movements of your tongue. “I don't think you want me to be…”

“Stop torturing me…” the lady protested, pulling your hair so your eyes met again. “Suck me off now.”

“Don't be that vulgar,” you said pretending to pout, licking her shaft while holding her gaze, forcing her to moan again.

“You like me to be vulgar,” she said, keeping her composure. “Don't lie to me, I've seen how… Ah… how you ate that damn ice cream…”

“Actually, it wasn't on purpose,” you said with a passive voice wrapping your hand around her erection again, stimulating it, making her hips move. “But now that you mention it… You are much more delicious than that ice cream…”

“Enough of the games. Do it or I will do it myself…” Donna growled, pulling your hair hard.

That slightly abrupt attitude only meant one thing. If you continued with your games, she wouldn't be able to stand it.

“Okay…” you said with another pout, moving her erection with your hand, positioning it in your mouth while the eye contact hardened much more, especially when, slowly, you adapted your lips to it, gently wrapping it, sliding your mouth along her shaft.

“Sì… Così buono…” the lady sighed, satisfied because you were good. What she didn't know is that your game wasn't over.

After running your mouth over her erection, after tasting her shaft, hugging it mercilessly, grinding yourself to go as far as possible, you quickly backed away, making an abrupt, wet pop sound interrupt her silent moans.

“It's better than I thought,” you whispered to yourself, watching the sinful dance of her penis as it was released from your lips. “Delicious…”

“It's over, I'm fed up,” she said, grabbing your head with both hands. “The game is over, doll, now it's my turn.”

You couldn't protest as her firm hands brought your mouth back to her shaft, enveloping it again, without that slowness that for poor Donna was torture. Her hips quickened dangerously as she moved in your mouth, as she took you in that terribly arousing way.

Even though you weren't used to something like that and her size was clearly above average, that little discomfort in your throat you felt with each thrust only provoked you.

The sounds stopped being simply obscene to become a tangle of gasps, angry moans from Donna and protests from your invaded throat.

If you could have, you would have smiled, but her movements were neither merciful nor romantic.

“That's it, you whore...” the lady growled, making you open your eyes to look at her face, a sinister face that said that horrible word.

To what extent was she excited to insult you in that way?

Of course, it didn't bother you. It didn't matter what Donna said during sex, afterwards, she was always a cute teddy bear.

“Talk now, laugh, make fun of me, come on, doll,” she said again, slowing her pace, but increasing the intrusion in your mouth. “Oh, certo, you can't, can you?”

You shook your head, desperately taking everything you could. It didn't matter that she was nervous and furious. Your only goal was those moans of pleasure that came from her lips.

“What's wrong, doll? Can't you take it? Is it too much for you?” Donna asked mockingly, letting your mouth go, pulling your hair so you would look at her.

Your breathing was labored and the movements and that pleasant discomfort had brought tears to your eyes but your mouth… Your mouth could only manage a satisfied smile.

“Of course I can, Donna, don't underestimate me,” you whispered, causing a nervous laugh from the lady in black, who didn't waste a second in bringing her hips closer again, resuming those movements.

When you got used to the frenetic rhythm of her cock in your mouth, you started to really enjoy it, so much so that one of your hands, which was hanging from her legs to keep your balance, went down your dress quickly moving away the moisture that was on your underwear, caressing your folds in the same rhythm as her hips.

“Almost there...” Donna said, with a less dark voice, losing the rhythm while you increased yours between your legs, while your fingers curled inside you and your mouth was invaded and desecrated.

You moaned against her skin, causing terribly exciting vibrations to the brunette.

“I'm not going to move away...” she hissed, moving rhythmically, in a more intense way, going even further. “I'm going to do it right in your mouth, doll.”

Your own caresses tried unsuccessfully to overshadow that fulfilled desire, that rough way of taking you and moaning, that improvised carnal act just for Donna.

Her thrusts stopped and her hands pressed your head against her while your mouth filled with her hot release, caressing you with her wet heat, with the delicious taste of her seed.

“Oh…” the lady sighed, releasing you from her grip while you, free of intruders, enjoyed the taste in your mouth, going down your throat, and started to moan at your own movements. “(Y/N)… Gods, maybe, maybe I went too far…”

“No, no…” you said shaking your head, increasing the speed of your hand on your dress, something that apparently went unnoticed by the brunette.

“Have I hurt you, tesoro?” Donna asked, catching her breath. “Oh…” she sighed when she noticed your own release, when a loud scream went through the surroundings, making your orgasm much more intense.

“Oh, Donna…” you said with a smile, taking your hand out of your dress under her watchful gaze. “Do you remember that dream I had yesterday? Well this has been much better…”

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Summary: You don’t know how you got to the point where Jace was just… living there with you… you liked it though

Warnings:  Cursing, cheating, adultery, talks about body shaming, therapy, misogynistic undertones (“man of the house” and whatnot), Harwin is not a good person on this… and Jace isn’t either, implied tampering with birth control, spy cameras, a bit creepiness, alcohol consumption, reader is a bit drunk in some parts, masturbation, fingering, inappropriate relationship, smut, oral sex (m receiving)

Wordcount: 4.9k

Notes: OH MY! things are heating up, I really don’t want to drag this along hehe, I want to just get to the good part

He knew that he had to bid his time, that he needed to draw you in, but as he sneaked a peek at you, he got so tempted…

He had picked a movie called “the boy next door”, in which a separated woman who is going through a divorce, moves to a small town where she starts an affair… with the 20 year old boy next door. You looked away at the very hot sex scene between them

The mom was interpreted by a famous actress, a singer, a hot, mature one.

You were acting so coy, looking away, Jace got painfully hard just by looking at you. You had “made yourself comfortable”, wearing some black cotton leggings that did nothing to hide your delicious thighs and ass. and that sweater too big for you

Now you were curled up on the couch, nursing your beer.

Jace could bet you thought it was hot, that’s why you were so embarrassed, the best part is that he was older than the guy in the movie, and you were way younger than her…

Jace always thought it was creepy how there was a huge age gap between you and Harwin, and a much lesser one between you and him. 

“You didn’t like the movie?”, he asked, making you jump. You laughed coyly

“It’s good”, you muttered, nodding and taking a sip, “a bit kinky Jace”

“Oh right”, he mocked, you were twenty nine, a week shy of turning thirty, you were not an old woman, you were barely getting started 

Why couldn’t you see that?”

He put on his best puppy dog face

“Yeah, it’s awkward”, he muttered, turning towards you, “can I ask you a question?”, he asked, when the actress was whining about her cheating ex-husband

“Yeah”, you said, smiling encouragingly at him

“What happened between you and Harwin?”, Harwin, not dad, he couldn’t have you connecting those dots tonight 

You took a sip of your second beer

“It’s complicated Jacey”, you said softly

“I’m sure you can work it out”, he said dismissively, he was being risky, but he needed to know, he needed to know by your own words what happened, and then he could exploit it 

“I’m not so sure”, you whispered, taking yet another sip of beer, Jace had you exactly where he wanted you

“Why did you kick him out?”, he asked then

“Jace..”

“What did he do that was so bad?”, he said innocently

“Well. we drew apart last year and… well, he was feeling lonely I guess, I was too occupied with Aerea…”, Jace blood was boiling, he couldn’t believe was he was hearing, you were trying to soften the fact that the bastard had cheated on you, only for him to hear, his son

Gods you were so fucking good

So nice

He couldn’t wait to keep you full of his cock, because if you kept that up, you are never going to refuse him once he starts fucking you 

“He felt lonely?”, he couldn’t keep the ruse up for long, “what does that mean?”

“Jace I really don’t want to speak ill of your father”, you whispered 

“He cheated on you, didn’t he?”, he asked, and to you, he was appearing completely heart broken, like he just learned his hero had done something terrible

Jace should be an actor

“Well…”

“What a cunt!”, he cursed

“Jace, he is your father!”, you chided, “he cheated on me, not you”

“How could he?”, he continued, “how could he cheat on you? you are beautiful, smart, funny, hot as hell”

“Jace!”, you said, embarrassed that he would call you that… hot as hell. what a joke

“Why would he?”, he asked again, “he must be insane!”

“Well Jace, my pregnancy wasn’t easy, and women bodies change when they… get pregnant, and after they give birth”, you whispered, remember sadly how Harwin loved to make the baby, but not as much once she was about to be born or already here, when your body started changing 

“You can’t be serious!”, he snapped, “you are blaming yourself?”

“I shouldn’t have told you”, you said, feeling guilty

“I’m glad you did”, he made his play, he placed a hand on your shoulder, and your raised your gaze again to look at him wide-eyed, “he has never stopped disappointing me, this doesn’t surprise me”, he admitted, “but I’m glad I can be here for you”

“Thank you”, you said, smiling softly, he caressed your arm

“He doesn’t deserve you, or Aerea”, he whispered, “come here”, he was all in, you smiled and happily scooched over to his open arms, to hug him

A seemingly kind, warm gesture

“I’m glad you are here Jacey”, you whispered 

“I’m glad to be here to keep you company”, he said against the top of your head, “you deserve better, a man that cares for you, desires you, takes care of your daughter…”

“Thank you Jacey, and I have to say, you and your brothers will always be welcomed in my home”

. . .

Tonight had gone way better than he expected

Through the camera in your room, Jace could you tossing and turning in your bed, it was still hot outside, you were sleeping in these flimsy cotton shorts, and you accommodated yourself placing the sheet between your thighs, you bend your back, popping out your ass

Fuck

He was already hard

He took out his cock, already weeping, and he started squeezing it and stroking

You were right there

Just two rooms over

He could go, open the door, rip your shorts off your body, and fuck you

He know you’d love it, you were so deprived of physical love and affection

He needed to exploit it

He touched himself at the visual of the two of you, when you hugged him over the couch, he imagined you raised your head then, looking up at him with those doe eyes of yours, he imagined grabbing your jaw and devouring you, kissing you hungrily.

He thought about pushing down on your back and him jumping over you, ready to eat you whole, ripped off your clothes and go at it right on the living room

He imagined how tight you would feel around him, as he snapped his hips into you over and over, oh! the sounds you could make, he had to cover your mouth with his big hand, to not wake Aerea

As he looked down at your desperate face, when he finally finds that spot inside you, your eyes would roll off to the back of your head, as he’d feel his hand wet with your saliva, your mouth open in desperation against his palm

Those tits of your, finally released from his prison, would be moving to the rhythm of his thrusts 

His big, fat cock in and out of you as he fucked you as deeply as he could go 

But once he started he would stop there, he would release you, taking himself out of you with no warning, making you whine and cling onto him, begging him for more

He knows he had you then

So he would grab you roughly, he wanted to see your ass now, he would turn you around so you’d be in all fours for him, and he would fuck you again, your round ass there in his grasp… your skin jiggling when the thrusted into you

Fuck

It was embarrassing to admit how fast he cummed, knowing you were just a few feet away from him

. . .

Soon another week ran past, Jace was coming and going from your house to his, now he couldn’t point blankly stay in your place, he had to return to his own home

But he came back… regularly

It was true, at least, the business part. He had invested most of his savings on this enterprise with his friend Cregan Stark, but it was just so perfect to use it for his own benefit

Apparently your interview had also played out, because now you were working, Aerea was in daycare, and Jace was currently on a videochat with his friend and business partner

“Well Jace, normally I would be against my best friend baby trapping some woman but phweet”, he whistled, “she is delicious”

“Isn’t she?”, he purred, he felt so proud of himself, he had sent his friend pictures, boasting about you like you were already his, and you somehow were, in his mind, “She is so fucking naive, and sweet, gods!”

Cregan laughed through the computer 

“Damn, and how do you plan on getting her though”

“Well, the devil’s in the details, I already have access to her place, her daughter…”

“You half sister”, mocked Cregan

“Already calls me dada, and adores me, I’ve already made myself indispensable at her home”, he continued, “she is totally dependant on me to do all the “toughest” things around the house” 

“Good good”, he purred, “so after it is all done.. what are you going to do?”

“Well, our company is going to be up there isn’t it?”

“You plan on moving her here?”

“When we start our relationship…”

“When you knock her up you mean..”

“I don't think she would want to stay here near all the people that know us so…”

“Good”, his friend seemed pleased

He heard you coming in the house then, and Jace got jumpy

“She is here, gotta go..”, he whispered

“Well Jace, good meeting, I’ll send you the details of the first shipment”

“And I will have those sheets for later…”, he said, continuing their conversation from before 

“Great”, you waved at him from behind the counter, and he smiled back, Aerea came rushing in

“DADDY!”, She greeted, and Jace couldn’t be happier, he grabbed her and showed her to Cregan through the camera

“Hi”, greeted Aerea

“And who’s that?”, teased Cregan, “Hello sweetie, she is a sweet little thing, looks like you Jace!”, he said loudly, winking at his friend, Cregan chuckled as you looked surprised

“Doesn’t she?”, he teased

The call was ended short after, and you looked a bit conflicted, Jace could tell 

You didn’t like the fact that Aerea called Jace “daddy”, it wasn’t healthy, your child needed to know, to remember her father, or else she was going to get all confused 

Luckily, Harwin had agreed to take her, the weeks he had his kids, so he could get help from Jace and Luke, and it was easier on him…

Perhaps he wanted some weeks off to see her… or others

Not that you’d care

You start putting some things you bought after work around, and you smiled fakely at Jace as he approached

“Need help with something?”, he asked, he had noticed you ahd bought a couple of bottles of wine, you were going to have the first week to yourself since… forever and a hot bubbly bath with a cup of whine and some strawberries with chocolate sounds like the remedy to all your problems

“It’s fine Jace”, you said softly, “Harwin is picking you both any minute now”, you made him remember 

He looked somewhat disappointed

“Right, this is his first week with Aerea, right?”

“Right”, you smiled

“Actually, I have a bunch of work to do, do you mind if I stay the night again?”, he asked

He was risking it, he thought

You could use some time alone, you thought yourself

But those big eyes of him, made you smile

You had all week

“Sure”, you said, faking another smile, he smiled back at you sincerely.

He didn’t like that fake smile on your face

He could tell he had overplayed it

“I’m gonna keep working…”

“Sure”, you said, you then turned to Aerea, “Let’s get you packed sweety, wanna go to papa?”

The little girl’s face lit up

“PAPA!”, she exclaimed, reaching for you, as you were going to take her to him

“Let’s go darling”, you whispered sweetly 

You felt Jace’s gaze as you walked down the hallway

He growled, frustrating, and he realized he had to change his strategy

He sat back in front of the computer and he finished his work, it didn't take him more than twenty minutes 

When you appeared back, you had a large bag in your hands, and Jace changed his plan right then, he put wavy his computer and gave you a smile

“Turns out I didn't have much work as I thought”, he said, “I’m done, and I should go to my dad’s”, you smiled then sincerely

“That is great,I know that I shouldn’t had said what i said, he is still your father and he loves you and cares for you deeply”, he smiled and nodded

You heard a honk outside

“There’s papa!”, Aerea applauded

Harwin might be a shitty husband, but he was not a shitty dad, Jace had to admit, replacing him was not going to be as easy as he thought

You were nervous as you led your little girl outside, it was going to be the first time you saw Harwin since you split

He walked to the door with a soft smile

“Hey darling”, he said, looking straight at you, and then he turned to Aerea, who jumped into his arms

“Hey”

Jace thought he was going to be happy to witness this debacle, but it wasn’t weird or angry, you were actually smiling tenderly at the fucker

“Jace, you are here”, muttered Harwinm, surprised, “thanks for keeping my girls company”

That was a low blow for everyone there

You stomach sank, but Jace got so angry

He didn’t deserve calling you his 

“We should go”, muttered Jace, grabbing Aerea, and you thanked him for it, to distract her, or else she was going to start crying when she realizes you are not going

You waved him goodbye as they got in the car and drove away

You loved your daughter with all your heart, but Gods if you needed a break from all of this

You had bought like a ton of chocolate, wine, strawberries, your favorite pasta dish, you even went as far as to go to the grocery store and buy yourself those “spa” bundles, that include a candle, a very bubbly soap, a nice soft loofah, and body cream for later

So you did exactly that

You got comfortable, got rid of your clothes, until you were in your underwear (a lacey little thing you had bought to entice Harwin), and you put a soft robe on top, just to cover your modesty. 

You cooked your pasta, with your favorite sauce, you poured some wine in your cup, as you watched from the kitchen your favorite show. And when it was ready.

You ate it with pleasure, congratulated yourself because it was as good as you wanted it, so delicious, very creamy. 

You poured more wine

then you watched some more twenty minutes episodes of your favorite soap opera and THEN… you melted the chocolate, cutted some strawberries, and with a bottle and cup in hand, you went to treat yourself to the bathroom

You filled the tub, you put in the entirety of that bubble bath and you sipped your wine happily until it was full, then you undressed, dropping pieces of clothing anywhere.

Despite what happened with Harwin in the last years, today, you were feeling particularly sexy, perhaps you were ovulating or something.

You undressed like the sexiest man alive was there, watching your every move, and then, you got into the tub, moaning to express the wonderful time you were having, the hot water instantly relaxing your tired body 

Oh shit you forgot the music

No matter.

The warm up for the tub had been so nice that, now you were horny, very horny. 

Your “sexy man” was watching, so you decided to give him a show, you dipped your finger in the chocolate and brought it to your mouth

Immediately the delicious taste invaded you

Your other hand went to one of your breasts, your nipples already hard. Oh fuck you were going to enjoy this

It had been a while since you felt like this… 

Since your baby-making months…

You placed a chocolate covered strawberry in your mouth, and moaned at the taste, and at the feeling of your fingers pinching your nipple softly

You were so horny, your hand traveled down the waters over your belly and you were ready to really treat yourself 

And then, just about when thing were starting to get truly fucking good

You felt the front door opening loudly. You heard a familiar voice calling your name

SHIT! JACE!

You gasped, as it was just down the hall, and the door to the bathroom was wide open, and your underwear was in the hallway, and by the soft candlelights coming from the bathroom…

“WAIT!”, you pleaded, “I’m in the bathroom!”

“I’m sorry!”, he lamented, you heard him getting closer

“Jace, don’t come in please”, you whined, your hand until over your pubis, gods, this was going to be so good.

And yet…

The need didn’t go away being almost being caught

“You good?”, asked Jace, just by the door

“Too good Jacey”, you said, not being able to hide how disappointed you were

“I’m sorry I interrupted you”, he sounded entertained, he had clearly saw your underwear there

“Did something happen?”, you asked

“Harwin and I had a huge fight, I’m so sorry I… should have called you, or gone home, but… the only place I deemed safe is… well… here”

You sighed, loudly

“Jace you caught me in a bad time”, you admitted

Oh he knew exactly what you were doing, and he timed it just perfectly

As you looked at the space of the open door, your breathing quickened

Jace was right there

And that didn't turn you off, it did the opposite

You almost got caught masturbating on the bath by the hottest twenty one year old you had ever seen 

But you shouldn’t, you whined to yourself

And as you looked down at the empty bottle of wine… at everything set up for your pleasure…

But you wanted the real thing

So so badly

You didn't realize though, that your “mental” whine, sounded for a real, a moan that got Jace’s blood rushing to his cock, and that made him take a single step, to watch you -in real life and not on his cellphone-, in that tub

You were looking at him wide eyed, as he had your panties on his fist, the ones from the hallway

“Jace?”, you called, you look like a deer in headlights, you didn’t hide, you didn't shrieked and demanded him to leave 

You just looked at him, with desire on those beautiful eyes of yours. 

Jace growled at the sight of your soapy breasts, peaking over the water, of if he could just take a picture of this moment

You had never been so beautiful

The whole scene looked like a renaissance painting

He grabbed his phone, he couldn’t resist, and snapped a picture

You didn’t even flinched, you even moaned one more time, your chest sticking out 

“You look so fucking gorgeous”, he admired, not being able to act any longer, this was it, it came sooner than expected, but anticipated nonetheless 

“Jace”, you called, but it wasn't accusatory, it was indeed, a call

He walked until he kneeled by the side of the tub

“When I said I was going to help you with whatever you needed, I mean… anything”, he teased with a wide smile.

You rubbed your tights together shamelessly, not trying to hide it, and Jace smirked darkly 

HIs hand disappeared under the water, down your leg and then

You moaned wantonly, like a common whore when a single finger grazed your folds

One touch, and you spread your legs wantonly

How long has it been?

Way too fucking long

“We shouldn’t”, you managed to muster, even though you spread your legs wider like a whore, he only laughed, not believing it for a second

“We shouldn’t… we fucking have to”

He was your stepson

Fuck

You forgot about it pretty quickly when he latched his lips to your, devouring you, taking your breath with only one lock of lips

He fucked you with two fingers, first softly, until you moaned and turned in the tub, asking for more, begging for it.

“You like it when your stepson fingerfucks you?”, he teased

“Yes!”, you admitted, because to you, this was only a dream, this couldn’t be happening, not really.

“Aren’t you a dirty little whore, uh?”, he kept teasing, “fucking men more than a decade older than you, you should be with someone who can keep up with you”

“Someone like you?”, you whined

“Fuck yeah like me”, he said, twisting his fingers until he found what he was looking for, then your eyes did traveled to the back of your head, just like he imagined it

And when you were about to cum…

He released you

“Mmmm why?”, you whined, tears in your eyes

“Because you had been such a tease”, he growled, you are going to beg me to fuck you”, you moaned, “I’ll be waiting for you in your room”, he whispered dangerously, and left the bathroom

Now you could put a stop to this right now, or you could get into your room and get your back blown out just like you needed it

The decision was pretty easy to make

You got out of the tub, dried yourself slowly, not daring to even touch your pussy, then you put on your rob, you could see Jace from the bathroom, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at you with a smirk on his lips

Where was the sweet boy you had met the past few weeks?

Nowhere to be found

And that made it even more easy to do

You walked slowly, teasingly, your eyes on him, his eyes on you

You didn’t even cared to think about the consequences of this actions

You didn’t care

A primal need had taken a hold in your body, and you they were going to get sated

This was the culmination of years of sexual neglect… you didn't even dare to think about how wrong this was…

“Jacey”, you moaned, testing the opening of the robe, “are you sure?”, you knew your body wasn’t perfect, and yet, you had him here, looking at you like that, eating you with his eyes darkened like those of a hunter about to pounce

This wasn’t happening…

So it didn’t matter

It was all a dream

It had to be

it was definitely not the pills jace had replaced your birth control with

It was not the wine

It was a dream

“I can’t take it any longer”, he muttered, grabbing you by the fabric, ripping your robe from your body, grabbing your hips and drawing you to him, until you straddled him on the bed

You felt his… thick cock right under your pussy, and you moaned, wanted to feel it for real

“Oh yeah, rub yourself on me, you needy little thing”, he whined, he was so fucking sexy, as he looked up to you with those dark eyes, and chiseled like features 

He was wearing soft gray cotton pants, that did nothing to hide his monster cock

“Please Jacey”, you whined

“What?”, he teased, “you have been a really bad girl, you know? flaunting all of this in front of me, not even giving me a taste…”, his eyes trailed your naked body over him, his greedy hands grabbing and squishing everything he could get his hands on

You rubbed yourself on him shamesly, needily 

“I need you”, you whined

“Oh I know you do”, he growled.

You decided to take matters into your own hands. you separated from him a bit, just enough so you could grab the hem of his pants and lower them, releasing his…

Oh fuck

So you weren’t lying to yourself, it was big and thick, and already so hard, and leaking

All for you

“Mmmm”, you moaned, in anticipation, as you took it with both your hands, it felt so heavy, you couldn’t even wrap your hands around it

“Use it”, demanded Jace, you started rubbing him, pumping him, making sure to use his own precum to lubricate him.

“So big”, you barely recognize yourself, you didn't know what was happening, you wanted him so badly it hurted you

“Is all yours baby”, he whined 

If it was yours, you were going to do as you wanted, you dropped to your knees between his thick thighs, as Jace looked down at you with devotion

Only two of his fingers and he had you on your knees for him

He couldn’t even wait to see what was going to happen after he fucked you

He moaned, dropping his head back when you gave him a kitten lick at his tip

“Fuck”, there was no way you could fit it all in your mouth, so you used both hand to massage him as you took care of his tip, “yes just like that”

You moaned approvingly, trying to get as much as you could, but it wasn’t much

“You like sucking cock don’t you?”, he asked, his voice thick

“Yes”, you released him, only to answer, and then you took him in your mouth again, sucking his tip

“Shit!”, he cursed

He knew you were going to be… open… for it, but he never expected this, it was better than anything he could have imagined 

You wanted to please him, and he didn't rush you, yet, you tried to take more and more each time your head bobbed up and down

Not even half

But Jace stopped you

“I need you”, he demanded, he stood up and helped you up too, you undressed him at his request, taking his hoodie, shirt, and getting rid of his pants until he kicked them off of his feet

He looked down at you, until he grabbed you, drawing you to him

Your naked bodies collided as your lips with his

He was hungry for you, his tongue immediately asking permission to enter and you gladly granted it

It was dirty, wrong, and you fucking love it

This is a dream

This is a dream

You were a tangle of limbs, as you fell to the bed, but you wanted to resume where you left, so you make sure he accommodate himself on the bed 

Your marital bed

His cock rested over his stomach, as you accommodate yourself over him

“Take it slow darling”, he whined, you grabbed his cock still wet with your saliva.

Oh he so wanted to taste you

But tonight, it was all about you using him

You accommodated yourself over him, lining his thick cock with your entrance, and then, you lowered yourself

You moaned when he entered you, the stench was a bit painful, but you were so wet, it felt incredibly delicious

“Tell me darling”, he said, looking up at you, his hand grabbing your hips, squishing the skin, “who is this making you feel so good?

“Mmmm Jace”, you whined, taking another inch inside of you, you moved your hips in circles, easing him into you, it felt so good, to feel him rub against your insides, he was filling you so good.

“Who?”, he demanded

“Jace!”, you cried out, when he retrieved himself, to punish you for something

“Who’s this cock that your are fucking yourself with?”, he asked then

“Yours!”, he slammed down, making you take all of him in one movements, “AH fuck!”, you cursed, “So full”

“This is nothing”, he teased, “I want to see you full of my cum”

Gods those words enticed you to keep moving your hips, fucking yourself on him, until you found the angle you needed, for him to bully your special spot

“It feels so good”, he whined, “your pussy is so fucking tight”

“Your cock is so big”, you babbled, now going up and down

“I know, and it's all yours”

“All mine?”, you asked

“Yes, is this pussy mine?”, he asked, easing your clit with his thumb, making you shriek 

“Yes!”, you screamed

“You sure?”, he teased

“Mhmh”, you moaned

“Good girl, as long as it is only mine, you can have this all you want”, you started going back and forth with your hips, making Jacaerys draw his head back… but he couldn’t come just yet, he grabbed you, and with a shriek and a single smooth movement, now he had you under him

“Enough, now we are making thing my way”, he growled

And he started thrusting so hard into you, the bed started creaking dangerously under you, the board slamming against the wall

“Ah”, you whined, your pussy tightening so hard, squeezing him, jace had to work hard not to cum tight then and there

“Take it”

He couldn’t believe this was happening, this must be a dream…

You cummed, hard, didn’t even try not to, it was too much…

And Jace cummed right after, filling you with his cum

You didn't even think about the consequences, there was not going to be any…

This was just a dream…

He took himself off of you, and immediately you felt his seed dripping out of you.

He chuckled darkly, with one of his fingers, he collected it and pushed back inside you, with your moan resounding all over your room

“You are mine now”, he demanded

Sleep was taking you, you were exhausted…

And Jace only hoped this was enough to breed you, not like he didn’t want to have you more times… 

But the sooner the better…

Right?

I'm going to be honest, I was going to cut it right before the smut, and then I thought, I couldn't do that to you all

muahaha

She folded pretty quickly but I mean, who wouldn't?

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