#i couldn't be assed to change em

[skyrim-forever]

Oblivion Affirmations part 1

[queers4years]

It kinda bothers me how people are so hyped up about the Barbie Movie™ that they keep framing it like the dolls were the best thing to ever happen to little girls. Like the creator's 'original intent' for her daughter or whatever doesn't stop it from being a capitalist venture that sculpted the toys isle from being for kids in favor of strict delineations between toys for boys and toys for girls. Believe it or not, but toys are more gendered now than they used to be, and that wall of pink in the toy isle is at least like 70% Barbie stuff. And like does anyone else remember when Barbie was like the antithesis of feminism? feminists used to rally against Barbie for being a toy forced upon girls that chipped away at their self esteem. GOD the damage Barbie has done to kid's body image over the decades. The amount of eating disorders that have come about bc girls were told to idolize Barbie's impossible proportions. And like Barbie in the 90's that said 'math class is tough', like THAT is Barbie history, and if you gloss over it with stuff made in the last 10 years of Barbie's woke facelift you're ignoring what Barbie MEANT for most of its existence.

like I'm not saying don't have fun watching the movie, but don't rewrite history about the doll

[zippidi-dooda]

In the early stages of going over to meet Bakugou's parents you were visibly uncomfortable, nervous, and always coming up with an excuse to postpone the visits.

Your heart was beating in your chest, hands clammy, eyes almost watery. And even though they were endlessly nice and welcoming towards you, something wouldn't let you shake the fear of being around them and you barely uttered a word, the rides home going with complete silence between you and him.

Bakugou of course had noticed and tried asking you about it, but then you'd feel that lump in your throat, not wanting to explain why you were always so anxious when it came to his parents since you didn't even know the reason yourself, you'd quickly change the subject or use any excuse to leave the room.

The avoidance irked him beyond belief, he wanted to snap and ask his questions straight out ... but he didn't want to run the risk of you crying. So, he sends a text explaining the situation to his parents and asks for advice, how should he approach this?

And the next time you visit, he and his father conveniently have to run out for an errand. You of course rushed to offer to go with them, you couldn't bear the idea of being in Bakugou's home without Bakugou, but they refused saying it'd be rude to make the guest do things for them. So, you were stuck. Alone. With Bakugou's mother sitting on the couch right across from you ....

You look down at your sweaty palms clutching your pants, head racing and praying to God she wouldn't want to talk.

And to your relief, she leaves the room.

Ahh ... you'll live to see another day.

Clink!

You look up slightly to see a plate full of steaming cookies on the coffee table in front of you.

Then you feel the cushion sink next to you and a caramelized floral scent envelops you.

"Glad we got rid of 'em! That boy would have a fit if I showed you these with him around."

Mitsuki was sitting right next to you.

"Well? Go on, grab some, it's rude not to try your host's treats. Brat doesn't like sweets, but these are Katsuki's favorites, I'll give you the recipe later." She winks.

You were dazed for a moment before grabbing one out of fear politeness.

The older lady crosses her legs, opening a thick album you hadn't noticed she'd been carrying and points towards a photo in the bottom right.

"This here is from when we got to bring Katsuki home for the first time. I knew then and there he'd be a pain in my ass. Ugly thing isn't he?"

... what a way to talk about your child.

You lean over a bit to take a look. And a smile makes it's way across your lips. He wasn't the prettiest thing, no, but since you loved him you couldn't help feeling happy at the sight.

She points to another one, "This here is when I caught him getting into my makeup. Masaru had taken the picture since he wasn't paying attention then showed it to me. Nearly chased him down the block when I saw it. Little Bastard was always getting into everything he shouldn't have."

You chuckled through your nose, finally taking a bite of the cookie.

It tasted amazing.

Mitsuki continued to flip through the album, telling you the stories that came with each photo, her way of storytelling garnering a bit a laughter from you and eventually you had your feet tucked on the couch and cheek resting on her shoulder simply listening to her talk. You hadn't even noticed it happen.

She didn't ask you questions about yourself, didn't point out your change in behavior, or even glance your way. It was almost as if you weren't even there. But, you were greatful for that. And she knew.

She had stood when she heard the front door beginning to open and looked at you, raising a finger to her lips, "don't tell Katsuki 'bout this, kay?"

You smiled and nodded, turning around to watch the pair as they walked in.

That was the first time you truly felt comfortable in the Bakugou household.

And you were soon looking forward to each visit, much to Katsuki's relief.

Well, it was relief at first when you were starting to converse and interact more, taking the time to get close to his mom and his dad and asking him about his family on your own.

But then he knew you were getting too close to his family, especially his mom, when you started sighing and asking questions like "Oh, what happened to the Katsuki who would sing just cause he felt like it" or saying things like "You know I think I'm happy I didn't meet you as a kid, we wouldn't have gotten along as well" or even pointing out toys to him like "look, it's just like the one you had as in the past, right?"

Then he knew exactly what made you open up to his family, "Hag's been showing you that damn album, hasn't she?"

And suddenly he didn't know if he should be mad or greatful towards his parents for coming up with their plan to help you grow comfortable around them.

[et6rnalsun]

LET ‘EM KNOW, chris sturn

𝜗𝜚 pairing: chris sturn x fem! reader

warnings: 18+ smut, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up) literally js sex, chris being rough as always, slightly toxic! reader & toxic! chris

posted this cuz i needed to post something so here u go sum freaky smut. there’s a small time skip directly to the sex, hope it’s clear

your relationship with chris was complicated — and it couldn't even be called that.

something unfinished, that neither of you wanted to end. something that you had to let go but were too attached and dependent to the toxicity of the entire thing. you fucked, argued, argued while you fucked. it was a cycle that repeated itself, threats of never seeing each other again and then ending up in each other's bed with sinful moans escaping from swollen lips.

you weren't a jealous person, never been, especially towards him. you knew perfectly well he fucked other girls and pride ate you up completely before you could make a scene or something. but there was one of his hoes in particular, who made your hands tingle with the desire to beat her ass, that kept hanging around on him as if he was hers.

you fought the urge to nibble on your freshly manicured nails as you stared at that photo posted on his instagram story, their faces too close for your liking, clearly laying in his bed. so, you didn't think twice before clicking on his number, calling him. you waited one ring, two rings, and at the third he finally answered, his raspy voice saying your name slurredly.

"can you come over?" you asked shortly, getting straight to the point as you sat on the edge of your bed. chris sighed, knowing where you were going with this. "i'm busy right now, i think you know that"

"do you think i care? drop this bitch, chris, we both know you're dying to come here anyway" you huffed, not caring in the slightest that maybe you sounded too cocky. then your voice took on a more pleading tone, trying to get to him. "please, i need you. i’m not even kidding"

you could practically hear him wavering, his silence the answer you needed while you were already smiling in victory. "i'm coming. i fucking hate you" and hang up.

you then stood up, walking to the bathroom as you changed out of your underwear into his favorite thong, a smirk on your glossy lips the whole time. you had won, as always. you had confirmed that chris couldn't even resist you and your sweet voice of yours that begged him so subtly.

you didn't care if you sounded pathetic, or if you wouldn't do it for any other man anyway. you wanted him and had him again.

and then you didn't care even more as your fingers continued to pull the long curls of his hair to draw him closer to your neck, already tortured by marks and hickeys. your other hand gripping the crumpled sheets of your bed due to the inhuman rhythm of his thrusts. your moans were like music to his ears, especially after not hearing them for so long.

the tight, pink thong you had worn a few minutes before his arrival had been thrown to the floor without the slightest importance or care, like the rest of your clothes, only that one had been completely torn by chris's fucking impatient hands.

“you're such a needy slut,” he murmured through gritted teeth, one of his hands resting on your neck to keep you still. "you couldn't stand the fact that i was with someone else, huh? admit it" to those last words he added a thrust that hit right in that sweet spot, making you whimper.

“shut the fuck up” you managed to breathe out, your thighs tightening around him as you were desperate to reach your orgasm. "you didn't even - ah- didn't even hesitate to come here, didn’t you?”

he tightened his grip on your neck, lifting one of your thighs onto his shoulder with his other hand as he groaned. "fuck you" small beads of sweat had formed on his forehead at that point. “no one, no one has a pussy as fucking tight as yours” he felt like your walls were about to snap him in half, his eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head. "you drive me so crazy"

your moans had increased, feeling that pressure starting to persist more and more. “admit it” you whimpered, your long nails scratching his back as your arched yours slightly in pleasure. "admit that no one is like me"

his lips had found your bare shoulder, his teeth digging and biting into the sensitive skin as he whispered and moaned shamelessly into it. "no one makes me feel like you do, ma, i would gladly die inside this pussy if i could."

and you're cumming around him the minute the words leave his lips.

[jybyls]

Soft spot || J.O

Masterlist

Request by anonymous here

Warnings: Fluff, bad writing, and hella short.

Words: 620~

- 📜🎧🍂 -

"Jenna, come on !" Aliyah, Jenna's sister begged her. "I said no Aliyah, we are not going out shopping." Jenna said sternly, "I have work to finish, I can't go out now. Maybe later." She focused back on her work, Aliyah on her side sighed, dropping on the bed. She was about to open her mouth again to speak, but-

"Jenna, my love !" You came in the room, running like a child on ecstasy. "Can we go out ? Please ?" Jenna didn't even think twice before getting up and taking her jacket. "Yeah, let's go." You smiled and held out your hand for her. "Wait, what ?! You just said you wouldn't go out because you have work ! Why did you say yes to her ??" Aliyah stormed out, "Because she's different." Jenna answered nonchalantly and walked out of the room with you, heading outside, leaving Aliyah completely dumbfounded and offended.

But she needed to know if she was the only one who got dumbed by Jenna because you existed.

"Hey, mom ? Did Jenna already disagree on something but immediately changed her mind when y/n said the opposite ?" Her mom scoffed like it was the most stupid question her daughter could ask. "Of course. That's a daily thing. She's far too obsessed with that woman to not do what she asks." She then asked. "Why ?" She dramatically sighed before speaking up. "Because she told me she couldn't go today, but then y/n came into the room asking if Jenna could go out with her, and she said yes without hesitation." The older woman laughed. "Yeah, sounds like Jenna."

Yeah, it did sound like Jenna because it was totally her. She adores you, and she's not ashamed about it. She always claimed to be your biggest supporter, and she wasn't wrong about that. Saying she has a soft spot for you wasn't even enough. For example, one day this happened:

"Hey, Jenna ? Do you want to play Ninja ?" Emma asked. They were waiting in between scenes. She wanted to kill time, but Jenna was too tired to even get up. "No, not now. We can talk, tho." She politely denied her friend's request. The blue-eyed girl was about to agree and sit next to the brown eyed one, but your voice stopped her in her mouvement. "I could play Ninja with you, Em." Emma's smile picked up. You both got in place and were about to start playing before Jenna stood up and placed herself next to you.

Emma looked at Jenna in disbelief, "Are you kidding me ?" She playfully said, looking at her with a 'Are you being dead ass right now ?' Look in her eyes. "What are you waiting for, Myers ? Let's play." Jenna sarcastically answered, a small smirk of satisfaction appeared on her face. The taller girl rolled her eyes but got back in place for the game. It ended up with you and Jenna ganging up against Emma, then Jenna letting you win.

- 📜🎧🍂 -

This girl is down bad for you, and everyone knows it.

If someone want Jenna to do something or go somewhere, they just had to say, 'Y/n will be there.' or 'Y/n would like this.' Basically, they just need to say your name, and Jenna is up and ready to go. You have some sort of power over her that makes her turn into the biggest softie, and she's not complaining about it.

She always lets herself rambles about you and God the stars in her eyes when she talks how danced around the house after a burst of energy ? Unbelievable. She has a whole galaxy in those big brown doe eyes of hers when her mind thinks of you, which is constantly.

She adores you, and she's not scared to show it.

- 📜🎧🍂 -

A/n: Hey, so sorry for whatever this is. Better fics are coming up, I promise !

[mulletmitsuya]

Tokyo Revengers Groupchat (Final Timeline)

Warnings: suggestive (i might have to change this warning to "mentions of sexual content" bcs it's too tame of a warning for the stuff that's actually in here), swearing, the word "pedophile" is mentioned, mentions of substance abuse

Desc: Everyone finds out Takemitchy and Mikey are time leapers, which leads to some...interesting questions

Mitsuya: so let me get this straight

Mitsuya: you're a time traveler, and you've lived dozens of timelines to prevent Hina from dying but she kept dying anyway but then when you got to one where she didn't die, Mikey was some deranged criminal lord and was miserable and depressed and tried to kill himself so you had to go back in time again to make sure everything was fixed but ended up dying while fighting Mikey but then somehow you both went back in time and rewrote all of our entire lives??

Takemitchy: yeah...

Baji: cap

Mikey: it's not

Mitsuya: so Mikey's a time traveler too?

Mikey: yeah it's crazy i know

Draken: do you guys have any way to prove this?

Chifuyu: this explains why i keep getting random visions of me in alternate universes. holy shit

Haruchiyo: weird ass prank

Takemitchy: i think it happened since you're close to me and we basically did everything together. i'm not sure

Inupi: we're just gonna believe this?

Koko: wait, i kind of do

Kisaki: this...defies all logic of anything ever.

Mikey: shut up Kisaki

Mikey: i'm sorry it's just that in ever other timeline you've ruined my life so it's difficult to be nice to you sometimes

Kisaki: so you don't like me because of something i did in another universe?

Takemitchy: *timeline

Mikey: yeah. my bad

Baji: i'm gonna entertain this cause i'm bored but what was i like in other timelines

Mikey: dead

Baji: ...all of em?

Mikey: yeah, it kinda drove me to insanity

Baji: damn

Baji: why?

Mikey: you killed yourself to save Kazutora

Baji: what was the context

Mikey: long story

Baji: there wasn't any other way?

Mikey: you're kinda pissing me off cause that's what i was wondering, actually

Baji: damn

Kazutora: thanks man. appreciate it🙏

Kazutora: i'll slobber on your meat later, as a proper thank you

Baji: i'd appreciate that. thanks homie🙌

Koko: what about me?

Baji: you wanna slobber on my meat? i mean i won't stop you. as long as i can call you kitten.

Koko: ...i was talking about me in alternate universe's😐

Takemitchy: i don't think we should go there guys. there's too many timelines, and not everything was exactly the same. and also in general it was a really traumatizing experience for me and i kind of want to end my life every time i think about it

Hanma: womp womp. what about me???

Mikey: murderer

Hanma: YESSSSS 😭😭😭😭😭

Hanma: THANK GOD, I KNEW IF I COULDN'T DO IT HERE, MULTIVERSE ME WOULD HAVE LIVED THE DREAM

Hanma: are me and Tetta-san together in every universe

Mikey: surprisingly, yes

Hanma: and he denies we're soulmates😔

Kisaki: i will not hesitate to get another restraining order

Hanma: a piece of paper won't stand in my way. let's get married

Kisaki: i will call the police

Draken: guys are we really entertaining this?

Mikey: you went to jail in one of the timelines and you were bald LMAO

Draken: sure

Baji: why'd he go to jail?

Mikey: these guys killed Emma and Ken-chin took revenge

Baji: respectable

Mikey: he was given a death sentence

Baji: that's tough fr

Ran: i'm kinda curious

Ran: humour me, what was i like?? was i famous?

Mikey: you were a criminal. killed people

Ran: sounds about right if i'm being honest

Ran: and Haruchiyo and Rindou?

Haruchiyo: leave me out of Takemitchy's psychotic episodes

Haruchiyo: i think you have a hallucination/delusion disorder or something

Mikey: but don't you believe me?

Haruchiyo: ...

Haruchiyo: Mikey, you're also pretty mentally ill

Mikey: says you???

Haruchiyo: i just have substance abuse problems and i'm getting clean so...

Mikey: GUYS I'M TELLING THE TRUTH I SWEAR

Mikey: I'VE BEEN GOING CRAZY KEEPING THIS A SECRET

Draken: when was the last time you slept?

Mikey: ☹️

Baji: guys just play pretend.

Rindou: what about me?

Mikey: same as your brother just uh, less gay and slutty?

Rindou: story of my life

Inupi: you didn't do Koko

Mikey: criminal

Koko: the whole time?

Mikey: yeah

Mikey: Inupi got normal at some point because he and Ken-chin got close and they fixed bikes together and had sex

Inupi: Draken????

Draken: you're really starting to piss me off.

Mikey: Akane died in the fire though like she was BURNT

Takemitchy: uh Mikey-kun...

Mikey: she was a crisp i'm telling you

Mikey: Inupi you had an ugly red scar on your face and no one wanted you

Mikey: Izana i know you're reading this, you were fucking insane dude like you killed Emma for some fucking reason then Kisaki shot you 3 times in the chest and you died while having a really bad mental breakdown. it was a major L on your part

Chifuyu: Mikey why are you leaving out the fact that the common denominator in every single timeline was that you killed every single one of your friends in the most brutal ways possible🤨?

Mikey: no comment

Smiley: how'd he kill me?

Chifuyu: uhhh

Chifuyu: Takemitchy help me out here

Takemitchy: i don't want to talk about it😐

Chifuyu: I REMEMBER

Chifuyu: backshot

Smiley: ...

Smiley: he killed me by giving me backshots..?

Smiley: i would NEVER take it from behind

Smiley: especially from MIKEY

Smiley: small dick having ass

Smiley: my bootyhole is not to be messed with

Smiley: i'm so pissed off right now holy shit

Smiley: how did i even die???? dick so good it killed me?

Smiley: i'm so angry

Angry: and i'm Smiley😂

Baji: 3/10 joke 👎, poor delivery, fell flat

Smiley: i hope you kill yourself, Mikey

Mikey: trust me, i've tried

Chifuyu: ???

Chifuyu: he shot you in the back with a gun?

Chifuyu: what's wrong with you

Smiley: oh my bad i though you meant like, he was taking me doggy style

Smiley: i'm no bottom

Ran: what is happening

Chifuyu: i'm moving on😐

Chifuyu: Hakkai was tied to a chair and burnt to death

Hakkai: wha-

Hakkai: WHAT DID I DO??

Hakkai: jesus 😟

Chifuyu: why am i getting all these memories, i'm freaking out

Hakkai: Mikey please tell me what i did to deserve that ☹️

Mikey: idk Hakkai i was going through a lot

Draken: have you been diagnosed with anything?

Mikey: i don't need a diagnosis bcs i'm fine now, you're all alive and i don't have any murderous intent!!! yippee🤗

Mikey: isn't this great Takemitchy??

Takemitchy: well, yeah no ones dead so that's great

Izana: this is obviously completely fabricated

Izana: are you guys that bored?

Senju: man for all that time traveling you sure are a shit boyfriend😭

Takemitchy: how????

Takemitchy: did Hina say that☹️??

Senju: it's an observation

Senju: you've had way too many coincidental close calls with other woman💀

Draken: yeah you pissed me off when you thought i was gifting you a prostitute. you had a whole ass girlfriend. shame on you

Senju: and you also almost slept with Emma and you "don't remember"

Smiley: Mitchy's low-key funny as hell because what do you mean you stripped yourself and another girl down to your underwear by accident

Baji: wouldn't Takemitchy be a pedophile then?? Emma was 13 dawg🤨

Mikey: he was 14 though😭

Baji: you're gonna ride Takemitchy's dick to defend him from trying to sleep with your 13 year old sister??? crazy

Baji: wasn't be mentally 26🤨?

Baji: bro i'm gonna beat your ass actually

Mikey: hmm

Mikey: you know what Mitchy, why did you do that 🤨?

Smiley: LMFAOO

Mitsuya: why did i come back to Takemitchy facing pedophile allegations, like what's going on right now

Kazutora: is it not enough that he changed the space and time continuum just to be with his girl?

Kazutora: cheating this cheating that, my boy deserves all the pussy he wants

Kazutora: he's been beaten, shot, stabbed AND killed

Kazutora: i personally believe he's the goat

Baji: ?

Chifuyu: goat is an acronym for "greatest of all time", Baji-san

Baji: what's an acronym

Chifuyu: i'll dm

Kazutora: bro you're so fucking stupid😭

Draken: i don't care if he was skinned alive by an orangutan, there's no excuse to cheat on someone

Rindou: i think being skinned alive by an orangutang warrants having more than one girl. idk that's just me tho

Ran: not the point that's being made rn

Rindou: what exactly is the point that's being made

Rindou: is this real. are we being serious.

Rindou: i don't think i get the joke

Haruchiyo: i think we should all stop talking now

Mikey: Mitchy we need to talk a bit

Takemitchy: i told you this was a bad idea

[soullessdianthus]

Could we get some pervy soap or ghost 👀👀

You got me hooked on pervy Konig 🥵

A/N: Your wish has been granted. (≖⌣≖)

Warnings: cocky, playboy MacTavish who is possessive af (he has no shame), nsfw (choking?, ass slapping, exhibitionism, shower sex, masturbation, creampie, rough sex as punishment)

My requests are open for I don’t know how long (as I have a lot of work lately)! ٩(^ᗜ^)و Just please read the disclaimer (pinned post)! Send requests HERE ✉︎

✧°. John was a pretty popular guy in his school years. And he knew he was quite handsome too, so he never really complained about the lack of girl’s attention. Things got a little different when he enrolled in the British military. 

✧°. As he reached his twenties, Johnny wasn’t satisfied with teasing all these other recruits in a hall or a canteen. Especially, because it rarely ended with sex, almost never. He was a busy man with loads of obligations around the base. It could be certainly said that he changed a little and grew out of the playboy phase. 

✧°. For a while at least.

✧°. But the lack of previously mentioned intimacy almost drove him nuts. Perv!Soap was a simple man, he just needed to blow off some steam, you know?

✧°. Then one lucky day, a group of new recruits came into the training grounds and you certainly got his attention. A pretty thing that smiled to him as you walked by Sergeant MacTavish. 

✧°. Johnny felt like his veins were flooding with testosterone again, the mere sight of your curves, made his cock throb. None of the other women soldiers intrigued him so much. it had to be that innocent smile of yours.

✧°. So naturally, Perv!Soap offered you a little tour around the base, while keeping his hand on your lower back. He was just trying to be nice and give you a warm welcome, right? He seemed like a spark of joy!

✧°. He would find himself daydreaming about you, about what position he would put you in or what would he do to pull the sweetest screams out of your tight throat. 

✧°. His imagination was wild – you were just sweeping the dust to the tray while kneeling? John already was imagining you on your knees in front of him, begging for his cock, drool dripping from the corners of your mouth. 

✧°. Perv!Soap would be a bold type of man, whose intentions were crystal clear. He wanted to mark you as his as soon as possible. MacTavish couldn't bear the thought of other men laying their disgusting hands on you. He had to claim you first.

✧°. The perfect opportunity happened, when you came into the gym for a sparring session. Of course your good friend was there to train with you! Johnny invited you into a ring, before giving some advice. 

✧°. Being bigger and stronger than you, Soap made you stumble and fall more times than a fingers hand has. Yet, you kept standing up, willing to continue the sparring session. Perv!Soap enjoyed each minute he had your body within his firm grip, your front or back rubbing against him. It really riled him up.

✧°. So when he had you on the ground, laying atop of him and between his thighs in a tight chokehold, Johnny threw a couple of inappropriate jokes towards his friends who were watching the ring. They laughed and you tried to wiggle away once again.

✧°. “Hope yer gonna keep the spirit, bonnie. I like ‘em feisty.” He whispered into your ear, when your throat was being suffocated with his bicep. You struggled again, letting out a whine and a huff. Such an innocent sound, however it got John’s cock almost hard. You felt it digging into your lower back. 

✧°. Perv!Soap would make clear that you already belong to him. If some unfortunate soul dared to look at you in the wrong way, MacTavish would pin them to the wall and threaten them. Or, in a worse case scenario, he would just punch the wretch’s jaw or nose. Hard. 

✧°. Furthermore, when crossing him in the hallway, Soap wouldn’t bother with decency. If he had a desire to smack your plump ass, he wouldn’t hesitate. John would smile to himself, if he managed to pull a loud gasp out of you, when his strong palm struck your bum.

✧°. Perv!Soap’s confidence would only boost if he ever made you flustered. Which was often. With previously mentioned slaps or dirty words whispered into your ear. 

✧°. “Oh, bonnie. Let me fuck yer pretty tits, eh?”

✧°. “Good lass, learnin’ fast, aren’t we? Got me wonderin’, what else can I teach ya?” 

✧°. When it came to drinking outside the base, after a successful mission let’s say, Soap would rather sooner than later pull you into his lap. His thighs were more comfortable than a cheap chair and this way he could watch over you. 

✧°. Because he was a good friend and didn’t want anybody to throw a pill into your drink, right? Johnny called it a “scary dog privilege” when you sat at his thighs. But to be honest, for him it was a power move. Everyone else from your group acknowledged how protective Soap was over his girl.

✧°. Perv!Soap would sneak into your shower cabin and shush your loud gasp, before anyone could hear. He placed his big palm against your lower jaw and placed a finger over his lips. You were so cute, when you tried to cover your modesty, even now when both of you were completely naked. 

✧°. “Ya gotta help me, bonnie. I’ve got a problem.” John said to you, pointing at his painfully hard cock. Your face turned bright red.

✧°. “Now? Someone might hear us!” You yelled at him, keeping the whispering tone. Slowly your hand that was covering your breasts, loosened up and rested at the side of your body. Fuck it, he already seen enough. 

✧°. “Sh, sh, sh. Don’t ya worry, I’ll be quiet, eh?” 

✧°. Petrified or willingly, you allowed him to guide your smaller hand over his throbbing length. Soap stood close to you, his chest brushing against your perky nipples as the stream of warm water ran down your curves and his toned muscles. 

✧°. Perv!Soap showed you how to stroke him and where to squeeze him. As he predicted you were in fact a fast learner. Quickly you understood how he wanted to receive a handjob and you complied, encouraged by his hand sneaking to the side of your face. The other one was playing with your nipples. 

✧°. Sergeant was breathing heavily, huffing into your face just below his. He was getting closer, faster than ever before. You made him this soft, it was your hand that drove him into sweet like honey delirium. 

✧°. When he came, his cum spurted onto your palm and some landed on your stomach. Soap moaned, holding onto the shower stall on his left. 

✧°. However, the warm and thick liquid was washed away by the trickle of water. 

✧°. “That’s a good girl.” Johnny would be so cute and sweet on you, when you did whatever he asked you to.

✧°. But when you misbehaved or even unwittingly flirted with another soldier, Perv!Soap would be rather rough and tough with you, shoving you into the closest, empty storage in the base.

✧°. Johnny would push your face against the wall, tightly gripping your wrists behind your back. He didn’t care when you scowled and whined at him. Soap kicked your feet further apart, before he started to grind against your ass. 

✧°. “You belong to me, remember? Only I can fuck your tight cunny, lass.” 

✧°. Perv!Soap didn’t care that you mumbled out an apology, he wanted to make a point here – to show you were his little fucktoy. 

✧°. So he pushed his way between your puffy folds without any preparations, John knew you would take him anyways. He wasn’t so sweet and gentle about the intercourse, not at all.

✧°. Soap set a fast and rough pace that made each of his powerful thrust borderline painful. Balancing between the soreness and pleasure. One of his hands kept your wrists restrained, while the other hand grabbed a fist full of your hair, forcing you to arch your back for him.

✧°. Your slightly suppressed moans and whines were music to his ears, only encouraging him to keep thrusting into your tight cunt.

✧°. And just before his actions made you and him orgasm, he pulled out of you and nestled his cock between your puffy folds. Ropes of thick cum covered your pussy and instantly began dripping onto your underwear.

✧°. Perv!Soap would pull your panties back up to their place, clinging tightly against your wet sex. Somehow you were conflicted and couldn’t decide if you were disgusted by the feeling of his semen smearing across your labia or were you aroused. 

✧°. “Go on, now.” Johnny told you, slapping your clothed ass in a gentler manner. 

✧°. “But–”

✧°. “If any bastard would try to sneak their hand into your panties, they’ll know, who this cunny belongs to, yes? I marked it.”

[tpwk-formula1]

Hi hi hiii, I would like to order a pizza with cauliflower crust, red peppers, ricotta and Colby jack, served with lemonade (reader giving and receiving) and dessert, delivered by Fernando Alonso, please

Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu

cauliflower crust sunshine x grumpy sauce chef's choice red peppers “No. Go change” ricotta "I love your voice but it's always my favorite when you're moaning my name" colby jack "If you keep running that mouth you're not gonna cum tonight" lemonade body worship dessert yes served by Fernando Alonso

TW - more plot than porn, riding, quickie, unprotected sex, creampie, age gap (almost 20 years)

WC 1100+

Y/N POV

“No. Go change,” Fernando tells me without giving it much of a look. Fernando and I had been dating for the past year and due to our age gap we kept it underwraps until recently and today was the first time I was gonna be walking into the Paddock hand and hand with Fernando and for the past 10 minutes I had been stressing out about what I was gonna wear when I had finally settles on a dress Fernando has told me he loved on many occasions.

"Love, you always tell me how good I look in this dress, why am I changing?" I ask softly while approaching Nando who was sitting on the bed with his phone in his hand.

"Ya you do look good in this dress, but you look too good and I don't want anyone else to see what's mine," Fernando says while pulling me into his lap allowing for me to strattle his lap.

"Fernando, you're a grown man, I think you can handle your girlfriend wearing a dress. Mind you said girlfriend only has eyes for you," I tell him softly while running my hands through his soft hair. I watch as Fernando closes his eyes and relaxes into my touch while squeezing my hips and trailing his fingers up my back softly.

"I'm wearing this dress, Fernando," I tell him softly while tugging at his hair making him groan slightly.

"You're staying by my side then," he tells me while opening his eyes and squeezing my ass softly making me moan softly.

"I was already planning on it," I reply softly while pulling him in for a kiss.

I start grinding against Nando while still making out with him.

"Fuck, bebé, we can't we won't have time," Fernando groans while trying to push me away making me whine and double my efforts grinding down even harder.

"Please, Nando! Need you right now," I beg against his lips trailing my mouth down his jaw and to his neck where I start leaving open mouth kisses against his skin trying to coax him into a quickie.

"Please, Fernando," I beg again when a groan leaves his lips.

"No and if you keep running that mouth you're not gonna cum tonight," Fernando finally says sternly gripping onto my hips and stopping my motions.

"Ugh, such a buzz kill," I groan while climbing off of Fernando's lap and finishing getting ready.

"Hermosa, you know we can't be late today," Nando says while coming into the bathroom and pulling me into his chest letting my back rest against him.

"Don't act like we couldn't have been finished in 5 minutes," I reply back while giving a cold stare through the mirror.

"Drop the attitude," Fernando replies while pinching my side before slapping my ass.

"Fernando, don't be a tease," I whine when he starts rubbing my ass.

"Look so good though," he replies back with a smirk making me roll my eyes at him.

"We don't have time remember," I told him making him groan and step back allowing me to walk out of the bathroom to find my shoes.

"Ready?" I ask with a smile on my face to find a moody Fernando.

"You did this to yourself! Don't give me that look. I was soaked and ready for you an hour ago and somebodyyyy couldn't spare 10 minutes," I tell Fernando making him roll his eyes and take my hand in his while we make our way to valet to pick up the car.

"Should've just given you what you wanted," Fernando groans out and readjusts his pants when we pull up to the paddock making em giggle softly.

"You ready?" I ask softly making Fernando look at me with a faint smile.

"Yes, are you?" He asks back making me smile and nod my head. Once we get out of the car we have a few minute walk to the enterance where the media will be waiting to get pictures of the drivers entering.

When we walk through the paddock I keep my hand in Fernando's and make sure to not leave his side. He successfully ignores all of the questions being thrown at us and gets us into the Astin Martin hospitality safely.

"I have an hour before I have to go to the media pen so I'll show you around a bit," Fernando tells me softly walking through the building and introducing me to a few people as we go.

Once the mini tour is over Fernando takes us into his driver's room and lets me get comfortable knowing I'll be staying in here while he's in the media pen.

"Please Fernando we have time," I beg while pulling his hand towards the little massage bed and sitting him down while climbing into his lap.

"Bebé, it's your first time here and you're trying to get in my pants?" Fernando teases me but makes no attempt to stop me from unbuttoning his pants.

"This is what happens when you choose to date someone almost 20 years younger than you," I reply with a smirk while finally pulling his pants down a freeing his hard cock.

"Plus, you're hard and not stopping me," I add while pulling my panties to the side and sinking down on his cock with a moan.

"Fuck, we gotta be quick, Hermosa," Fernando groans while gripping my hips and fucking into me.

"Fuck," I moan loudly making Fernando speed up his actions trying to bring me close to the edge.

"Fernando," i moan again when he starts hitting all my sweet spots.

"Fuck, "I love your voice but it's always my favorite when you're moaning my name," Fernando groans while bouncing me faster on his cock.

"Fuck, you're close aren't you?" Fernando groans making me whimper and nod my head in confirmation.

"Cum for me," Fernando grunts out while still bouncing me on his cock while bringing a free hand down to my clit and giving it a rub sending me over the edge into a powerful orgasm.

"Oh fuck," I moan loudly which has Fernando covering my mouth with his hand knowing my volume was getting too loud.

"Fuck," Fernando grunts a few seconds after I started cumming down from my orgasm letting me know he was about to cum. With one last rough thrust up into my pussy Fernando starts cumming deep into my pussy making me whimper when his hot cum starts hitting the walls of my pussy.

"Fuck, always take me so well," Fernando groans while slowly pulling me off his cock and grabbing a towel and quickly cleaning me off before placing my thong back into place. He pats my sensitive pussy once my thong is in place making me whimper at the stimulation.

"Such a sensitive little thing," Fernando teases while helping me off the bed and pulling my dress back into place.

[forthelostones]

𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ➺ 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲 #3

anderson construction and landscaping had been parked outside your door since you returned home from university. as if the summer couldn't get any hotter, the business owner works overtime in your area. anderson is collecting new, loyal clients of your neighbors, cementing her permanence in your life for the next few months. what's to come of your girlish crush when she keeps showing up?

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜. 18+ (mdni); age-gap, young!reader, older!abby, butch!abby, slow-burn, suggestive language, thoughts of infidelity, ellie ft, smoking/drinking, mentions of parents, nickname: sweetheart, and modern au.

𝚊𝚗. everyone wow thank you so much for the love on for your eyes only! it means so much. here’s something a little different, hope you enjoy. any requests don’t hesitate to drop ‘em, xx jstar.

♫ 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝. what a diff'rence a day made by dinah washington ♫

Today had been overwhelming, to say the least, you thought to yourself as the woman bent over the center consul to retrieve something out of her bag. Her ass was firmly hugged by the cargos she wore and you had the temptation to press your hips against her. You found your lips back between your teeth only to relieve them as she looked down at you. Her mouth was slightly damp from the swipe of a tongue before she spoke. This was fucked up, right? Ogling over a woman older than you but more so another woman when you had Ellie. 

“Should I bring anything?” You asked. 

“Just yourself, a few pictures and I’ll bring my research too.” 

She leaned against the shining truck with such machismo that it made you want to submit to her. Ellie never made you feel that way. Was it the heat causing the delirium?

“Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow then.” You mutter, trying to think of something other than her arms and how they’re delicately crossed enough to lift and frame her petite breasts. 

She raised her eyebrows to say a quiet goodbye with a side smirk and you avoided her eyes and continued walking. A weight sank to the bottom of your ankles making it seem like you were slugging through mud. Abby looked more excited pounding a nail into wood than speaking to you. Her face had a general exhaustion as if she was translating adult words to a baby. For the first time since being home, you wished the neighborhood had a little more clamor to distract you from the turmoil pooling in your brain. 

꒰ঌ ໒꒱

Ellie was in your shower, washing the dirt from today’s job off her body. The door was open and the pale bubbles on her skin should entice you to jump in with her. But you just watched and wondered what was changing? When you first got together all you wanted to do was be in her skin. Generally, it felt good to be with Ellie. To know that you can achieve a level of companionship with someone else was accomplishment enough. 

“Hey,” she hollers over the falling water. “C’mere.” 

The drop of her voice was soft like her wet hair with shampoo still looped between her inky strands. 

“El, turn around.” 

She turns without hesitating, as you tilt her chin back to rinse out the suds. She opens her eyes and brings her lips to yours. For a moment it does feel good. Her mouth is slick and warm. Ellie's hands come to your shoulders, wet with body wash as she deepens the kiss. Although the water splashes onto the floor, you don’t care, it’ll be replaced soon anyway. Your mind dots off to think about Abby in your bedroom this morning. It was foreign seeing her in a space where you never imagined her to be. She looked out of place but had the potential to fit in. 

Ellie laces her hands behind your neck, tongue sliding inside with no force. She moans gently into your mouth and you bring your hand to her darkened crotch. Her kiss became carnivorous at the sudden action. Nails sharpening into skin, barring her teeth, and soggy smacking. It had been so long since you initiated any contact with her. The groan that vibrated off the walls showed that too. 

“I love you.” She whispers into your ear. 

Her mouth lingers there, waiting for your response, but something chokes you up. Like a cough or a sickened throat. “You’re my everything El.” You reply. 

It wasn’t a lie, you loved Ellie for everything she was. But you knew she could sense a change in your behavior and you hoped that this orgasm you were giving to her would hold off her suspicion. 

Ellie looked out the window and watched the neighbors follow their decades-old routines. She liked their displays of solitude and never failed to tell you about how she wanted that too. You came up beside her, holding the small of her back, peering towards the line of cherry trucks, wondering what Abby was up to now. Ellie turns to place a welcoming kiss on your cheek with her hand following shortly behind. 

“I’m sorry.” She said. 

“Ellie, what?” 

“I’m thinking too far into the future. I know I need to be present with you.” 

You scoff. “I’m just a little stressed. Has nothing to do with you, you're perfect.” 

“Let's talk,” 

You both travel to the bed and she takes your fingers into her hands. 

“It’s a lot. I just want to be here with you.” You lean in to kiss her. 

“You can tell me anything. I’m here for you.” 

It was unusual for you to put yourself onto Ellie like this but you did, again. Pulling her pants to the floor after you got up and locked the door. You wanted her to shut up and three fingers were the solution. You closed your eyes with your face buried into her hot collarbone, wishing it was someone else’s, not particularly Abby’s but not Ellie’s. A rupture of tears threatened to spill over as Ellie came to a climax, covering her mouth with a quivering hand. She turned to you just before any tears fell as you excused yourself to the bathroom. 

You started to think about the conversations you and Ellie had often, which always led to the same thing. Someone gripping the bed frame and falling asleep to do it again the next day. Even with Ellie snoring on your shoulder amongst the orchestrated noises of bird chirps and lawnmowers, all you could think of was your meeting with Abigail tomorrow.  

The night seemed long as you carefully removed Ellie from your body to tidy your room. It was more than embarrassing that Abby came into your room and almost fell over because of the mess. You didn’t have the will to start unboxing your college life because that meant it was time to face reality. As you sorted the items, you thought about what someone like Abby enjoyed doing outside of working 10-hour days. Obviously, she worked out, probably more out of necessity to keep her figure at her age. What else did she like? Your hands dust off a cover of Carmilla, and you stifle your laugh as you recall the story of blood lust and women. Ellie never understood your desire to read. She didn’t understand much about you, not that you wanted to think about that often. 

Dating someone who took the trade school route versus college has created tension in your relationship. Ellie was a smart girl who knew what she wanted but never related to your stress in college. She was street smart, not book smart. When midterms rolled around you had to explain to her the importance that you two keep distance so you can focus. She accused you of desiring a connection with college more than her. She was insecure that you got to experience something she always imagined. Before you two were dating she would sit in the bar and brag about how she didn’t need school to be successful, as a way to flirt, but it came off as ignorance. So, that translated in various ways such as conversations about your career, the relationship, and even books.

She would kiss your neck to get the attention back on her when you read before bed. When you playful shoved you away that’s when she’d ice you out for hours. It was exhausting. Ellie wanted you to be hers in a different way. She did celebrate you and you appreciated that but there was an unspoken desire for you to be her wife in a traditional sense. She wanted you to follow her, no matter what. She was shocked when you denied her immediate advances to move away with her for the new job. 

“I thought you loved me? I thought we were going somewhere?” Her brow furrowed. 

“We are, I promise but I can’t just do what you want and not discover who I am before settling down.” 

I’m your idea of settling, huh? She said quietly to herself but you pretended not to hear her.

“I want us to be together. I don’t like that long-distance shit, okay?” 

You wanted to challenge her more but just sat quietly and you two didn’t speak on it for the rest of the day, proceeding as if what happened didn’t warrant more conversation. Shortly after Ellie's hands were between your legs to apologize. That's just the way you two operated.

Ellie stirs under the loose sheet and you dart your eyes over to her. You pull out more books and line them up against the wall getting startled by your phone vibrating on your side table.

1:30 AM: Would it be a bother for you to provide some shades of black and gold with your findings too? 

You look at Ellie with her mouth open and body pressed deeply into the mattress before replying. Normal business hours were not a thing to Ms. Anderson, obviously. A message at 1 am caused you to squirm a little, and a shocking edge of exhilaration coursed through your body. Any normal person would simply reply in the morning but it wasn’t as simple as that. 

1:32 AM: not at all. 

1:32 AM: Thank you :) 

Your eyes become one with the typed emoticon. As if Abby's eyes are the colons and pooling deep blue right before you. Something so simple but it made a part of you grin. A rush came through your body as you looked out the dark window, hoping she'd magically appear outside your window, and beckon you to come outside. Such immature thoughts, you whispered to yourself.

1:34 AM: no problem, have a good night. 

She just left the message on read. That feeling you had vanished quicker than it came. That was stupid, you thought as Ellie mumbled a string of unintelligible words. She sits up, stretching her legs by throwing her feet over the edge of the bed and shuffling over to you. You lock your phone and place it back in its original place, face down. 

“Come on, I need you. I just got so cold.” She demands, holding your waist.

You didn’t tell Ellie about the consultation with Abby, it wasn’t needed. She would be at work and you’d go to her place just after the meeting. You didn't feel compelled to share, so you didn't. To keep yourself busy you broke down all the leftover boxes and took them outside to the recycling. Only one truck was parked on your street. You shrugged like you didn't care but you grew curious about where Ms. Anderson spent her morning.

Abby’s office was only thirty minutes away and you drove slow to not seem as eager and still arrived on time. A large bubble felt as if it was going to pop any moment when you saw her truck in the driveway. Her office was her house. She lived at the peak of a dead-end road covered by the twinkling of leaves above her home. Any normal person would let the collection of branches and acorns rot in the street but as a woman who owns a landscaping business, it was the opposite. Even the carving of the bushes left you in awe — you couldn’t believe you suddenly took such an interest in bushes. She had the address printed onto a rectangular yard lantern surrounded by a pool of ruby-red roses. It was beautiful. 

The door swings open as you’re tilted downwards smelling the flowers in front of you. You were slightly embarrassed she caught you and removed your hand from the stem. She squints with what you see is a small grin and welcomes you in. The scent emitting from her house is syrupy vanilla and pine. A combination that's pungent yet sweet. Abby is wearing dark blue jeans and a white button-down shirt with her skin exposed underneath, just shy of two undone buttons. Against the white linen, her skin is specked with brown freckles that deepen her slightly warm skin. Her hair had been brushed and bone straight with grown-out layers you didn’t get to see with her hair up. 

“Hope it wasn’t too scary finding the place.” She says, being the personification of sunshine. 

You look down at her feet, covered in Superman socks hidden under the cuff of her long jeans. 

“Not at all, it’s nice that you have this little section of the neighborhood all to yourself.” You add, slipping your shoes off in front of the entrance. Her body is warm behind yours as she moves to close the door. Her living room was small but the floor-to-ceiling oak bookshelves were an impressive use of space. The couch is in the middle of the room, peeling with softened worn leather. Instead of a TV, there was an out-of-commission fireplace with a mantle above it. There were a few photos in mismatched frames and stacked books with titles you could not read. 

“I was super lucky when I found it.” 

You were scared to turn to her but finally did. With her hands on her hips, she nodded for you to follow her into the other room. You took a swift look into her kitchen before turning left down the hallway to her office. It was painted a pale yellow with black and white portraits in black frames of houses she remodeled. The large wooden desk was pushed against the far wall, peering over the backyard. The sun shuttered through the leaves casting a beautiful shadow onto the healthy, neon-green lawn. Abby built the fence and had a garden bed in the far corner, a compost hidden near a bush, and one lone white lounge lawn chair in the middle of it all. Another wall of books crowded the room with words on architecture and lifestyle. 

“I would love to live here,” You mutter, turning towards Abby leaning in the door frame. She admires her handiwork which makes you wonder how much of this house she remodeled. “Seems… peaceful.” 

“It is when you can enjoy it. I’m looking to move out of the hands-on position to being the big boss behind the desk.” 

“I am sure you’ll have no problems with that.” You reply, observing the plain floorboards to avoid her eyes. 

“Would you like something to drink?” She asks. 

You notice her thumbs rotating within each other and her mouth twisting as she asks you the question. You welcome whatever she’d like to bring you, hoping it was wine to loosen her, but knowing it wouldn’t be. But seeing her so casually made you relax a little. You sat at her desk, legs crossed, looking at the seclusion of her life. This was a level of solitude you could become accustomed to. 

“Arnold Palmer. I hope you like it. One of my neighbors has a lemon tree and she brings them to me all the time, so it may be a bit tart.” She reaches behind you to place the glass on your right side, the flowing linen brushes your back gently, leaving you desiring more. She pulls out another chair and a folder stuffed in the drawer with your last name on it. 

“So, black and gold?” She asked, with a joking charisma. 

You bring the glass up to your lips and turn to her, swiping your tongue on your tangy bottom lip. The brush of your knee against her thick pants makes you retract and slide further back on the chair to create a professional distance. Up close her eyes twinkled under the warm light stretching through the window. You felt a pool quake beneath you. Suddenly you wished you didn’t put yourself in this position. So close to her, in her home, with lingering thoughts of her bedroom plaguing your mind. You imagined all-white bedding with many soft pillows and two bedside tables. A large window overlooking the front yard and sheer blue curtains. Maybe even a small desk in the corner stacked with old books. 

“Is that boring to you?” 

“What? Black and gold? I mean no, it’s not about me.” She shrugged. 

“But I value your professional opinion.” You retort. 

Her icy eyes widen at the comment, either shocked by your directness or desire to hear what she has to say. You wipe your forehead with the back of your palm and direct your gaze to the folder in front of you. 

“Okay well, I think you should go for something more unique. Fun tiling, I can definitely have a custom vanity put in there, a standard upright shower.”

You blinked and suddenly she had a pencil in her hand, sketching on a blank sheet of graphing paper. Her lines were loose but neat, you watched how the tip of her index finger guided the graphite on the thin sheet.

[cherryrainn]

ECLIPSED .

; pairing ; adam x sinner! reader

; note ; request i got on wattpad!

; warnings ; none

adam kicked back, watching the chaos unfold in hell from his lofty perch in heaven. it was like a twisted reality show, and he reveled in the spectacle of sinners tearing each other apart.

"get 'em, you filthy bastards!" he shouted, a wicked grin spreading across his face as the damned souls clashed in a violent dance of destruction. it was a symphony of chaos that resonated with the delight in his secretly twisted heart.

then, his gaze fixated on a particularly alluring sinner, you, who moved with a sinful grace. "damn, look at that hot piece of ass!" adam exclaimed, his eyes widening with carnal desire.

lute, who was standing next to him, dared to interrupt his reverie. "sir, what are you talking about?"

adam shot her an irritated look. "fuck you, bitch! can't you see i'm busy? get the fuck outta here!" he growled, waving her away.

lute rolled her eyes, muttering to herself as she retreated. "yes, sir. have your fun."

adam, still fixated on the enticing sinner, decided to kick things up a notch. with a snap of his fingers, he made whatever ethereal device he was using to watch hell follow the sinner, who happened to be you, into your home.

through a portal, adam descended into the depths of hell, ready to make a surprise entrance. as he materialized in your home, you were taken aback, thinking the extermination had started early.

"what the heck?!" you exclaimed, eyes wide with shock as you took in the unexpected intrusion. "is it over for me already?"

but adam, grinning with delight, reassured you, "fuck no!"

you eyed him cautiously, wondering what the hell was happening. "who are you, and how'd you get in here?"

adam's expression shifted, a mix of surprise and indignation crossing his features. "what the fuck do you mean, 'who am I'?" he retorted, his voice laced with offended arrogance. "i'm adam? the first fucking man? the big fucking cheese up in heaven! how do you not know who i am?"

you blinked, taken aback by his sudden outburst. "uh, sorry." you replied, trying to diffuse the tension.

adam scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. "un-fucking-believable. you sinners don't know shit," he muttered under his breath, his ego bruised by your apparent ignorance.

you eyed adam cautiously, still trying to process the fact that the first man was standing in your living room. "anyway! you're hot!" he declared, his arrogance undeterred by your confusion.

"what?" you stammered, genuinely bewildered by the sudden change in tone.

adam leaned against your furniture, a smug grin on his face. "you heard me."

your skepticism was palpable. "are you even allowed here? aren't there like, rules?" you asked, your voice tinged with both caution and curiosity.

adam waved off your concern with a dismissive smirk. "rules? fuck the rules. i do what i want."

you furrowed your brows. "but, like, isn't that against the... heavenly code or... something?"

he groaned. "who gives a shit!? i'm here for a good time, not a long time."

and so began the surreptitious rendezvous between an angel and a sinner. during exterminations, adam would sneak away from his duties just to see you. you'd usually be hiding, fearing the consequences of being caught, but adam would always find you.

"chill out, y/n! it's just you and me," he'd whisper, his cocky grin never fading.

and against all odds, love began to take root, wrapping its tendrils around both celestial and damned hearts. It wasn't just a desire – it was a connection that ran deeper than the realms they inhabited.

yet, adam couldn't shake the knowledge that being in love with a sinner was wrong. he had entered your world just wanting to fuck around with some hot piece of shit, a way to spice up his boredom. but now, he found himself entangled in emotions he hadn't bargained for.

he was confused, he wanted to protect you..? to shield you from the eternal damnation that loomed over your head? 

he didn't just wanna fuck around with you – he wanted something more. he wanted you, all of you, body and soul. he wanted to be with you, to stand by your side against the forces that sought to tear you apart

and then, one fateful day, as he lounged in your humble abode, a sudden epiphany struck him like a bolt of lightning. 

"i wanna get you into heaven," he declared, his voice tinged with a newfound determination. "i don't give two shits about the rules anymore. maybe it's time for heaven to change."

[thir10th]

are you in?

summary: compilation of short blurbs of your's and Emily's relationship before the team knew. Some based on actual chapters. it's just basically how you managed to keep it a secret TW: I fucked up the show's timeline so try to forget all you know about it, "only one bed" but reverse (it may be shit lol), suggestive content, i think that's it A/N: Writing this one has been a pain in the ass because every time i edited it i'd loose the changes so there are parts that i don't actually like at all but here it is nonetheless. As always: English isn't my first language. Reviews are appreciated. Like and reblog <3

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ new blouse?

A near death experience really deserves some kind of celebration

and you suppose a near-job loss experience does too

a week had passed after Emily and Hotch had rejoined the team on that case on Milwaukee, and Emily's head injury was almost just another scar, so when Morgan had asked you if you wanted to go out for drinks, you had looked at your girlfriend and said:"yeah, wny not"

and there you were, sitting at a table right next to Penelope, waiting for your girlfriend to bring all your drinks, and overhearing a conversation she was having with Hayley and Hotch, who seemed very relieved to have the night for themselves. You were supposed to be a part of that conversation, but you couldn't bring yourself to care enough to listen.

All your focus was deposited on your girlfriend, she had her arms rested on the counter trying to get the waiter's attention, a pair of dark jeans accentuated her figure, and all you could think about was getting home and ripping that blouse off of her.

You would have to settle for just staring, for now. Emily turns around to take a look at your table and catches you starring, you blush instantly, but she just smiles and gives you a wink, which makes you smile too, and suddenly your taken out of the trance by a voice.

"y/n are you listening to me?" Penelope says trying to grab your attention

"sorry, yes, what is it?" she looks at you suspiciously, as if with just her eyes she could decipher what was going on inside your head. She can't go on because Emily comes back with all your drinks, leaving them on the table and sitting next to you , maybe just a little bit too close but you could not complain.

She simply joins the conversation like it was nothing, meanwhile you sip on your drink hopeful that the alcohol will help you take your girlfriend away from your mind. However, Emily has different plans for you, as she rests her hand on you thigh behind the table so no one can see, dangerously high, she can't be bothered at all, she just keeps talking to Hotch as if nothing was going on, but all you can think about is her.

Morgan, who had spent a good hour on the dance floor, collecting girl's phone numbers, comes around, he grabs Penelope's hand to take her to the dance floor with him.

She shoots from her sit, swinging her hips to the rhythm of the music, Morgan guides her, a huge smile on his face as he pulls her to dance with him.

To everyone’s surprise Hotch pulls Hayley to dance with him as well, and just like that, in a matter of seconds, Emily and you are left alone.

When you turn your head to look at her, she places her face closer to yours, dangerously close, you’d say, but you can’t bring yourself to separate.

“Are you having fun baby?” She asks, a soft smile on her lips “yes, but it’s getting hard not to touch you” she smiles, her face closer now you can almost feel her lips brushing against yours. Her hand, which was still on your leg, starts caressing your thigh, setting progressively higher. You’re starting to lean into the contact when you suddenly remember where you are. Anyone who looked at you right now could see the whole scene.

“Em, stop” you say, drawing her hand away from your leg and separating your face form hers “they’re gonna see”

“Ok, yeah, sorry” she says, fake regret on her face as she takes another sip of her drink

“So, I caught you staring at me before, what was it that was so interesting?” She says like it’s the most innocent question ever, but you just know she wants to bother you a bit more. You would never admit how much you love it.

You check no one is looking at you. Both Hayley and Hotch are in their own little world, and Morgan and Penelope are too focused on each other to care. So you lean into her to whisper in her ear

“I was thinking how hot my girlfriend looks and how much I want to rip that blouse off of her” she chuckles and you go for another sip

“Thank you, it’s new” she says louder, like you just asked her the most simple question about her clothes

She leans into your ear this time, with the softest, sexiest voice she just whispers, the feeling of her breath on your ear is suffocating now

“I would love to let you take it off however you want. Do you want to go?” She asks, you eagerly nod your head, begging her with your eyes to take you home right now.

“C’mon, I’ll tell them you’re not feeling well and I’m driving you home” she smiles at you and winks, you follow her to the back of the bar where JJ and Spence are, to let them know you’re leaving.

For your surprise, JJ walks up to you too.

“We have a case” she just says, and you look at each other with disappointment.

Looks like Emily’s blouse was staying on for now.

𖨆♡𖨆 3x03 scared to death

It had been a weird morning.

You woke up with a headache. After your last case you had arrived at Emily’s apartment, and parked your car outside so you could get to work on different cars the next day.

You were thinking about having a calm night. A bottle of wine, a movie, Chinese takeout, falling asleep early enough so you wouldn’t be so tired the next day, all that.

Little did you know Emily had some things in mind for you.

The first glass of wine was alright, you were barely feeling it, but after that one another 3 followed, you came up with this stupid game of drinking every time the movie had a cringe scene, and lucky for you the movie was really bad. You would sometimes forget that particular wine affected your girlfriend to a certain level, so one thing leading to another you had fallen asleep at more or less 4am.

Next day you wake up to a very loud phone call. You turn around confused by the phone ringing, but you’re not sure where exactly it’s coming from. It had flown away yesterday night along with your clothes and had landed on the bedroom floor.

Emily's arm was wrapped around your waist, your leg on top of hers, you were both just a mess of sheets and naked bodies. You get out of bed, waking your girlfriend up, who lets out an angry groan.

You finally find the phone behind Emily's pants, JJ's name appearing on the screen. "Hello?" you answer "Hey, we have a case, I can't reach Emily, and you're both late, do you know where she could be?" she asks. You check the time

8:15am

Shit

shitshitshitshitfuckfuckfuck

"yeah, I'm sorry, ugh... i don't know where Emily is, i had a problem with my....kitchen sink...but i'll be there as son as i can ok? bye JJ" you don't even wait for her to answer, you just hang up the phone and run to wake Emily up.

"Em! Baby wake up its 8am we're late!" she finally opens her eyes, her somnolent face tries to decipher what you just said. Her body starts moving first, siting upright.

"JJ just called, we have a case, you have to call her back, tell her there's traffic or something, I'll leave first ok?" you run around, trying to find something wearable. You already had your own drawer at her place for times like this.

You fly around the apartment checking you have everything with you, car keys, purse, phone... You walk up to Emily, still getting dressed, only a pair of pants on and her bra, she’s looking around for something to wear with the pants.

You grab her waist, pulling her in for a kiss “I’ll see you there ok?” You tell her. She smiles at you, then grins, still half a sleep, and you leave.

You weren’t exactly sure if it had been the wine, or the 4 hours of sleep, but you were hoping the meds you had taken with your breakfast (a coffee) would start acting quickly, because your headache was starting to get unbearable.

Sitting on the round table, you revise the file with the case, when Emily arrives, excusing for being late, but Hotch hasn’t even arrived yet and we hadn’t started, so she’s technically still on time.

As soon as you look up to catch a glimpse of her, your headache magically disappears. You regret it immediately because now she’s all you can think about.

It’s ridiculous, you spent hours last night with each other, hell, you spent all day with her! You should’ve had enough of her by now! But how could you when she was wearing that red tank top?

You stare at every movement she makes, taking her jacket off, uncovering her slightly muscular arms, you cannot physically take your eyes off of her, following her every move. Red was definitely her color, there was no argument about that. You could not focus on the case anymore.

After the usual “wheels up in 30” they all leave the room, but you grab your girlfriends arm last second, trying to keep her from leaving. “Em wait a second” You’re both left alone, looking to see if there’s anyone left in the room, everyone has left and far from you two.

"What is it?" she asks

You feel the need to whisper although there's no one in the room anymore "You look so good in this I'm genuinely considering going down on you now" you say tugging the red fabric between your fingers. She smiles widely, getting closer to your face.

You aren't sure where this renewed confidence is coming from, it's just that Emily made you feel like that sometimes.

"was yesterday not enough?" she says in a teasing voice, but you can tell she's feeling just like you. Her face mere inches from yours, you are almost begging her for some action.

"we still have 30 minutes" she twirls her head as if asking you, and you nod, unable to form any words

"ok you go first, I'll meet you down" you're already crossing the door when you turn around, check for anyone who could see you, but there's no one even close to your vicinity.

You rush back, giving Emily a peck on her lips, and separating to go run downstairs.

˚☽˚｡⋆ Can I join?

It's almost time. You can even taste it.

A free night. It's been some time since you got one of those.

You could even see it. A wine glass, your big ass bathtub, a dozen candles, some exotic scented bath products and your wonderful girlfriend.

You look across the room for her, she's working on some files still. You could say she literally feels your eyes on her, because she turns around and catches you staring at her, smiling warmly at you and winking, which makes you instantly blush.

"Any plans for the night, Prentiss?" Morgan asks her coming by her desk, you're already walking up to them so you don't miss a thing from their conversation.

"yes. I got a date" she just says like it was nothing.

A weird sensation runs through your body, a mix between jealousy and excitement. You obviously knew you were the date, but the jealousy came mostly from the fact that she could not mention it was in fact you.

"really? who's the lucky one?" Morgan asks rising his eyebrows

"hot tub" she answers like nothing, just playing it cool, but the grin on her face suggests she has been picturing your night just like you had.

"oh, that sounds like a party" he teases, but she doesn't lose a single second on it "you're so not invited"

"am i?" you come from nowhere, you are right behind Emily, who turns around, holding back a smile, she gives in the game, after all, this is the perfect way to make them not suspect a thing.

"now you, i could consider it" she answers, and you lower your head, smiling to the floor so no one sees it.

"Now that sounds like a better party" he mutters.

.•°•.•. .•.•°•.

The soft bathrobe hugs your body keeping it warm, a wine glass in your hand, resting your back against the sink, you wait as your girlfriend finishes the bath.

The whole scene is idyllic, candles lit all around, low warm light illuminating the stance, Emily's black hair falling on her shoulders, her robe barely closed, she lights the last two candles, and checks the water temperature before walking up to you

"ready?" she asks sweetly, untying the knot in your robe, she takes off hers and gets in first, giving you a hand to help you get in, yourself.

You lay back, resting your back against her, relaxing immediately into her touch. White bubbles around both your bodies. She kisses your neck from the back. Breathing out, you groan at the feeling, she caresses the skin of your ams with her fingertips, gently.

"do you think Morgan can even begin to imagine this?" you ask her, she stops her ministrations to answer you

"i really hope he doesn't, but teasing him is fun" you chuckle

"well, imagine how we'll blow out his mind when we tell him" you begin wondering. She kisses the sensitive skin on the curve of your neck, nipping at the skin, you close you eyes leaning on the contact.

"are you thinking about it?" she stops to ask

"Morgan? hell no" she chuckles

"i mean about telling Morgan" you turn around to look at her, making a bit of water overflowing the tub

"well, yeah, I mean, I think about telling all of them" she twists her head trying to understand

"not now though! Not yet... at all" you can see her relaxing instantly, a smile begining to form on her lips

"Em, this past months have been...amazing, and i want to keep that for ourselves just a little bit more... also the sneaking around is very fun" you both laugh in agreement "but?" she asks waiting for you to add something more

"but, that doesn't mean I'm not excited for our friends to know, you know? I mean, going out together and actually kissing, dancing together, to be able to say we are, well, together tonight... basically just doing it all together" her big brown eyes linger on to you, she's full smiling now, you know she feels the same, but she just wouldn't be the one to tell you.

"i love you" she mutters, you smile, holding to her shoulders for support, warm drops of water running down your arms, you kiss her gently in approval.

"well, i say let's enjoy the meantime then" her hands fly to your waist to hold you, and you kiss her deeply again.

𓇢𓆸 Care to share?

Hotch had decided to call it a day, it was too late, and you all knew how difficult it could be to function when you don't get enough sleep.

You had't had time to check in earlier at the hotel, so when you got there and saw it, you knew that wood creaked like shit.

You had expected nothing less, being in a cold state, the hotel reception had a big fireplace which kept the ambience cozy and warm, the wooden planks creaked behind your feet even behind the thick carpet.

Hotch turns to us, with the room keys in his hands "I'm sorry but this is a small village, this was the only place that still had spare rooms, and they're all packed up this week so some of us will have to share" he says.

"how many?" Morgan asks concerned "two double, three single rooms" Hotch says

"well I'm not sharing with pretty boy here" he complains

"Dave and i can share one" he says "Well, y/n and I also don't mind sharing" Emily rushes to say. You walk up to her "right?" she asks as if she needed to make sure "yeah of course, no problem" you say, smiling at her. Her quick willfulness to share with you and you eager reaction winning you a suspicious look from JJ, but you couldn't bring yourself to care, because tonight none of you would have to sneak out, waiting till it's late enough for the rest to have fallen asleep, you wouldn't have to wake up early to get back to your room, you had your place tonight.

"alright, thank you" you think it's funny, you should be the one thanking Hotch, not the other way around. You grab your key and Emily follows you upstaris.

.•°•.•. .•.•°•.

You can tell the place is old just by the keys, it's an inn more than a hotel. You turn the key in the lock, opening the door partially, when you feel Emily's hands on your waist, grabbing it, you close your eyes as soon as you feel her lips on yours, and she kisses you deeply, possessively.

You surround her body with your arms for support, leaning into the kiss, closing the door behind you with your foot. Tugging your hands on her hair, you surrender to the connection and just give in, not caring who could've caught you mere seconds ago on the hallway.

She pushes you agains the door, her hands finding the way behind your shirt, touching you everywhere, she moves to kiss the corner of your lips, your cheek, the skin behind your ear, leaving a trail of wet warm kisses, finding your pulse point you let out a needy whimper in approval.

"you think JJ knows?" you ask breathlessly "she suspects something, but she can't technically prove it" her lips brushing your neck with every word, her soft breath warm on your skin.

"Well, she should start paying more attenti-" your mouth falls open. It was the first time you had tken a good look at the room since you entered "Em, look" you say trying to stop her ministrations much to your distaste to make her look around.

Emily turns around and takes a look at the room. You should've guessed this would've happened. Hotch would never slept in the same bed as Rossi, and you shouldn't have to do that ether, right?

"Two beds?" she says, in awe. "what do you suggest?" she asks

"should we join them?" you try "we'll end up falling through the middle" she says "ok, then. You chose"

Next day you wake up completely wrapped around Emily, your nose buried in her neck, inhaling her scent, you were almost thankful for the small size of that bed.

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A/N: this one took me a long ass time to finish so i hope its not shit. Like & reblog, any feedback is greatly appreciated. Also I'm open to requests because I'm almost out of ideas

[gothghostiie]

cw: bully!soap is his own warning, dubcon, slightly risky place, spit as lube, brief fingering, anal, degrading, crying, orgasm denial, creampie, afab!gn!reader

thinking about bully!soap and reader finally getting to the point where he finally fucks you - or at least tries to. you know hes trying and the thought scares you shitless, yet you cant deny how it gets your pussy throbbing and drooling at the mere thought. the way his fingers rub at the band of your underwear, his hot breath against your neck, it all drives you insane.

you know you shouldn't want this, he's a bully; if not worse. and yet here you are, pressed face first against the wall in the changing rooms while he chuckles into your ear. sure, he snuck in while you were alone, sure he was groping your ass through the thin sweatpants, but you didn't put up much of a fight. none at all, if you're being honest. your mind is fogged up, his rough touch making it hard to know what you want. only when he speaks to you, you snap out of your thoughts, giving him an anxious look from the corner of your eye. he pulls back a bit, one hand on the back of your neck while the other pumps his semi.

"c'mon, show me what you got." he orders, eyes flicking to the fabric loosely resting on your hips. you hesitate before fumbling with them anf pulling them down, just over your ass. he grins, the hand going from his slick cock to grab a hand full of your ass, squeezing the flesh firmly. "look at that ass.. christ." he grins. you arch your back a bit, shifting around in hope that he does as much as graze your cunt, feeling how wet snd needy it is. of course this doesnt get lost at him, and it makes him laugh. the sound is cruel and malicious, his fingers snaking down to press against your tight asshole. "you didn't think I'd actually fuck that little cunt of yours, did you?" his tone is mocking, he licks his lips before spitting on your hole. you gasp, your face burning as he leans in so close that your noses are almost touching.

"Nasty little sluts like you dont deserve to have their precious pussy fucked." he almost hisses, his finger pushing past the resistance of the tight muscle. you gasp, tensing up a bit as your mouth gapes open in a silent wail. he presses his lips against your open mouth, kissing you sloppily while his fingers scissor you open. it all happens so fast, you couldn't protest if you wanted to. his fat tip nudges your asshole, demanding entry, precum smearing all over it, making it slick enough for him to slip in. he groans quietly, a cry falls from your lips, his thumb rubs your skin soothingly as he lets you get used to the feeling. the gentle behaviour surprises you, but it's gone as quick as it came.

"you're fucking lucky I wanna fuck a perverted slut like you at all, you know. what fucking little sicko gets wet from being bullied, huh?" he grunts, starting to thrust into you as the cruel words leave his lips. it makes tears of embarrassment shoot up in your eyes, your face growing hotter by the word. breathy little sobs fall from your lips, mixing in with the moans of pleasure as he bullies himself into your asshole. his thrusts are harsh, hips snapping against yours in a fast pace, skin slapping against skin, pubes rubbing against your lower back. his head falls back as he chases his own high, one hand on your hip, the other still gripping the back of your neck, holding you in place, not letting you escape from him.

he cums quick but hes not ashamed. 'it's not about your pleasure anyway' he tells you as he buries himself inside you to the hilt, the warm liquid inside you making you shiver. he stays like this for a moment, letting his breathing calm down, his cock slowly soften up - even though the sight of you sniffling and trembling almost makes him wanna fuck you again - before he finally pulls out with a groan, leaning you gaping open. "c'mon, spread 'em. show me." with shaky hands you comply, spreading yourself open, hole dripping with his cum.

"fuck, look at that.. gaping open like a whore.." he chuckles, shaking his hand and giving your ass a firm pat. "get dressed. don't want anyone finding you like this, do you?" he grins, giving you a wink as he tucks his cock away, a kiss goodbye on your forehead before leaving you to yourself.

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@lillyeyes @maplewhisk

[semperamans]

I read your writing for Johnny I’m FERAL i saw that your on a trip hope your having the best time I understand if this isn’t written asap🫶🏽 but I had an idea for ( jealous) johnny

So you’ve always been around the outlaws not major close but there, then your friend kathy starts dating benny and you slot in with them permanently it’s no secret to anyone that your stunning like the girl on the block that everyone wants type of thing but a sweet heart

Johnny always admired from afar ( maybe you have a secret soft spot for him as well, you both steal glances etc like you know that one person you naturally gravitate toward when in a group of people) but he never made any moves

But then word on the street you’ve finally said yes to a date with someone maybe not a biker but a mechanical (idk) and Johnny overhears the boys speaking about it and he’s like wtf

And v stupid on your part you thought after your date you’d bring him to the bar with everyone and it would be good vibes lol definitely not the only vibes are rude unhappy and jealous Johnny ( everyone’s just sat watching the tension like it’s a movie 😭) maybe he makes your date leave idk

I hope this isn’t too much 🫶🏽

kinda ran with this!

(reader is younger than johnny! slightly nsfw! violence!)

johnny's momma made him go to church on sundays when he was a youngin' and boy he hated it. jus' didn't make any sense to him - believin' in something he couldn't see (and wearin' those ridiculous clothes) - so the minute he turned old enough to make his own decisions he was outta there. i mean, he hasn't seen the inside of a church since he n'betty got hitched years ago - but the strangest damn thing happened to him the other night. he saw a goddamn angel in the flesh and it changed his entire life.

september 1965

johnny always hated the soaps betty watched. fuckin' unrealistic, y'know? s'much as he missed betty, he was glad when she up and left and took the fuckin' antennas with her. time didn't stop whenever ya saw someone attractive. i mean, there was no dreamy music or fuckin' swirlin' sparkles. but then you stumbled into the clubhouse with your sweet smile and long painted nails and swishy dress and johnny was spellbound because what the fuck? he'd never seen you before - that much he knew. if he had seen you 'round prior to this night he woulda called his momma and apologized for not believin' her all these years. a fuckin' angel amongst all these sinners - who woulda thought? you were just so young n'precious; smilin' brightly next to a laughin' kathy. johnny couldn't help but stare n'he tried not to make it obvious, y'know, but who could blame 'em? then you spoke to him. turned your head just so and gave him a little wave and a "hello" that made his heart squeeze and his cock twitch and he knew he was destined to be fucked for the rest of his miserable life.

your big ole eyes lit up when he introduced himself. he gave you the spiel: his name, that he's the president of this rag-tag group of fuckin' bozos, n'like with kathy he made the promise that he wouldn't let nothin' happen to ya. he said it to kathy outta due diligence, y'know? i mean, she looked mortified when she stumbled in through the doors lookin' for dingy - but you? you weren't at all off-put by cockroach's stories or wahoo's slurred speech. you just giggled n'shook your head, wrapping your pink lips around a bottle of pop. maybe you were just too young and naive to realize the relative danger of bein' there, johnny thought. i mean, you were just this sweet girl who fluttered her lashes and saw the good in everyone an' so johnny told himself to let it go. to knock it off. that you were too young. too pure. too angelic. but, well, the road to hell is paved with good intentions, right?

october 1965

"well, look at you," each word that dripped from johnny's mouth had been submerged in lust and coated with longing and he wanted to kick his own fucking ass but you beamed at 'em. you had spearheaded the idea to have a costume party on halloween n'of course all the guys voted yes at the meetin'. it was fuckin' cold that night, but it hadn't stopped wahoo and corky from rippin' their shirts n'jeans an' stealin' cal's earrings to look like pirates. cockroach's wife had affixed long, cloth-wrapped wires to his back so he could resemble his namesake n'sonny'd even found a rubber clown mask that zipco fuckin' hated. then there was you. you - of course - were an angel. it felt like a cruel fuckin' joke when johnny saw ya stumblin' through the door in heels that were a bit too tall of ya. you were a vision of white and wings and feathers and he was so unbelievably in love with you it made him sick. "g'head n'gimmie a twirl, peach. lemme look at ya."

so you did and you always did exactly what johnny said which was something he both hated and adored. you were always so good to 'em. whenever you'd come in with kathy you'd slide a chair right next to him and he'd fuckin' burn whenever your leg kissed his. he felt like a goddamn 16-year-old gettin' hard at the attention you bestowed upon 'em, but he couldn't help it. couldn't help that it made his heart soar when you propped your elbows on the table n'leaned in closer to hear over the crooning music. and it would be so easy to use that power for evil, y'know? to tell ya that he had a hard day n'just needed some lovin' and he knows you'd give it to 'em. such an affectionate girl you were, always huggin' on everyone n'stumblin' into his arms when you had a bit too much to drink. he'd felt your lips against his ear as you whispered drunken secrets to 'em but he'd never felt them on his own and he wanted to. he really fuckin' wanted to kiss you.

"well, what do ya think?"

you didn't seem phased that he had been staring. y'just stood there with a little smile n'your hands slightly outstretched like ya might actually use those wings to fly off. how was johnny to not eat you alive?

"think you look perfect. jus' like the real thing."

because you were.

after knowin' you for a month johnny was certain his initial reaction toward ya hadn't been an exaggeration. you were a goddamn angel - costume or not. at his high praises, you smiled even bigger. he loved your smile. then you were fluttering off to find benny n'kathy to show 'em your pretty wings and all johnny could think about as you high-fived and waved to everyone was how you'd so quickly grown to be an integral part of the group. a room felt empty without your robust laughter n'when you weren't around johnny was wishin' you were. you prettied up the place - prettied up johnny's life - n'maybe god had forgiven him for all the bad shit he'd done in life. i mean, why else would he have given johnny a gift? given johnny you.

but you weren't his.

you were never gonna be his.

and johnny accepts that.

kind of.

january 1966

he doesn't.

johnny doesn't know her name - doesn't care - because she wears the same perfume you do an' with his eyes closed he can almost imagine that it's you under him n'not some random from down the street. you're the one takin' him so well n'tellin' him how good it feels, not her. not this girl who means nothing to him. johnny even moans your name, rookie fuckin' mistake, n'the woman smacks him, which is deserved n'the second she tugs up her dress and leaves johnny is like a wild animal; fuckin' his fist, n'shoving his face into the pillow to chase the fleeting scent of you you you.

februrary 1966

he's ruined.

his thoughts are of you - only you - and they've grown progressively worse. he wants to marry you, to wake up to your sweet smile, to make you a momma, but fuck he can't. you're still so sweet n'young and you have no idea what the real world is like and he wants to ruin your life but he can't. he promised nothin' would happen to you n'he doesn't break promises even if it breaks his fucking heart.

the next time he sees you is at the family picnic. you've got a scarf in your hair n'you're so happy to see him - he knows by the way your face lights up n'you come skippin' over - but then he's shrugging off your hug and goddamn your sorrowful little pout almost breaks him, but he stays on course. when you come to stand by him at the fire, he moves. he doesn't let you sit on his lap when you all settle in and refuses when you ask him to toast your marshmallow and you're so confused. you don't know what you did; how you made him angry n'why he wants nothin' to do with you anymore.

he won't even acknowledge you when you paw at his arm and whisper his name. he stays locked in conversation with wahoo and corky who seem just as confused as you are, but they say nothing.

nothing.

maybe that's all this was after all.

march 1966

johnny doesn't pick up when you call.

he swore he always would, but he doesn't.

april 1966

"oh yeah! she's gotta man now!" kathy says nonchalantly like she didn't just ruin johnny's life. the room feels too hot. what did dingy say? he didn't hear over the ringin' in his fuckin' ears.

"it's that, uh, robbie fella. y'know, the one who works in sharky's garage? yeah, apparently they hit it off n'ya know, now they're goin' steady." kathy's words lodge deep in johnny's brain the way a fuckin' bullet would n'his heart is falin' out of his ass and okay, maybe he wasn't so good at hiding his feelings because benny n'brucie turn to look at him, but he's fine. yeah. no. he's totally fine. he knew this would happen, knew that you would go on about your life. it's what you deserve. nice guy, close in age. yeah. that's fine.

he definitely doesn't punch a hole in the wall picturin' robbie's face.

july 1966

"well, look at you."

johnny's got his back turned, so he isn't sure who sonny is talkin' about til he peers over his shoulder n'almost falls outta his seat. he's too drunk for this, so drunk he's seeing angels because there you are and oh, you look so pretty. how long has it been since he's seen ya? couple of months? my god, you've gotten prettier, somehow. hair is longer now and your eyes actually look happy. you give hugs, avoid johnny, n'then gesture over toward the door where that no good, low down robbie stands.

in truth, robbie's a good kid. all the guys know 'em. i mean, he can't ride - johnny isn't even sure he could hold up a goddamn bike with those scrawny legs - but he knows his way inside and out 'round a bike. the man's brain is like a fuckin' robot n'so of course he gets along with cal and johnny doesn't know why he feels so betrayed when all the guys go stumblin' over to greet the fuckin' traitor. you stay right where you are, though. lookin' over at johnny with unspoken words lodged in your throat. there is so much you wanna say to him, but all you manage is a choked

"hi,"

"get 'em outta here."

your eyebrows furrow, frown etching onto your mouth as you shift your weight from one foot to the next.

"why?"

"because this is my bar n'i wan' 'em gone."

"he hasn't done nothin' to you!"

oh but he has because what's that glintin' on your finger? johnny rises from his seat so quickly he damn near loses his balance, but he regains it quick enough to snatch your hand n'sure enough...

johnny has no right to be upset. i mean, you were never his to begin with, right? but his fucking heart is in pieces all over the floor just like the beer bottle he busts over robbie's head n'there is fuckin' chaos. it takes benny, brucie, and whaoo to pull johnny off robbie. the poor guy hasn't done nothin' wrong; just gave you the life johnny always wanted. like, now, as johnny pants n'winces as kathy cleans up his knuckles, robbie's got your face cradled in his palm. he's kissin' your cheeks and rubbin' his hand down your arm and... pressin' it to your stomach.

johnny never believed much in religion, but he prays that there is some kind of god because he's going to need some forgiveness before the night is through.

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

just got my wisdom teeth out and owwww ow ow

pls give yves and montgomery helping reader after the surgury….. would love to see monty lovign on boss ass bitch reader who normally is so put togethre but now needs him to get them fresh ice eveu 15 minutes and listen to them whine about their whole mouth hirting

okay i was imagining them separate but now i am thinkign it wiuld also b funny if they were taking care of rwader together <3 but mostly i wann see put together reader forced to enjoy monry’s company but also be like well this is great that i don’t have to do shit myself lolz AHH just got blood on my pillow fuck

okay bye i go slep <3 i spit out part of a totth i’m not sure if that’s supposed to happen

thaaaaaaaank you an no oressure

"I know, honey." Montgomery petted your head as you whined about your gums throbbing in excruciating pain, his other hand helped you put the ice pack wrapped in a cloth up to your cheek. You kept moaning in pain, letting beads of tears roll down your cheeks.

"I'm sorry darlin'... I wish I could take your place for ya'." You writhe in his lap, but his hold on the ice pack never left. Montgomery planted numerous kisses onto various parts of your head, hoping to distract you from the swelling.

You felt him jolt when he heard the front door opening. You weakly tilted your head to see what was happening.

"What the fuck- I just changed the damn locks!" Montgomery, surprised, was scowling at Yves who entered your house as if he's coming home.

You let out a weak greeting, feeling relieved that he's here because he makes everything right. You expected him to fix this, to take away the agony that Montgomery is desperately trying to free you from but failing.

"Hello, dear." Yves smiled at you and disregarded Montgomery's presence entirely. His voice was kept at a minimum, as to not aggravate you more.

You close your eyes and bury your head in Montgomery's chest, knowing that it will take some time for Yves to wash and disinfect his hands before performing his usual magic. And Montgomery being the man you loved, smugly took this as a sign that you chose him over his rival.

You heard some shuffling. He has returned from performing his hygiene rituals. Yves must be preparing all the items he needed to perform a miracle on the coffee table.

"(name)." He stole your attention, making you lift your head up.

"Leave 'em alone, they're in pain and you're makin' it worse." Montgomery scooted away from the other male, who merely crossed his legs and watched.

"Open your mouth." Of course, he ignores the lower lifeform in the room.

You heeded his instructions and allowed access. Yves hovered his hand close to your face, only to be slapped away by Montgomery.

"What the fuck are you doing!?" He hissed. Yves glared at him and disinfected his hands again with some sanitizer.

"I am changing their gauze, it is completely saturated with their blood." His next attempt to extract the soaked gauze was successful.

"You were supposed to change it every 30 minutes, you fool." Yves spat at Montgomery but with his voice lowered to a hush, so you wouldn't need to be acutely aware that he's berating your partner.

Montgomery shot him a dirty look, but couldn't utter a word because the guilt started setting in. He realized that he should have known better, but he wouldn't admit to Yves that he's incapable of taking care of you.

"My love, when was your last dose of painkillers?" His tone softened considerably, almost like he was never hostile to anyone in the room.

You couldn't answer him. And he correctly took that as a confirmation that Montgomery never gave you any.

He brought his piercing gaze back up to the man holding you. He was merciful enough to let Montgomery explain himself, before tearing another one into him.

"I-I don't want my precious to be eatin' all kinds of strange--"

"Yeller, the painkillers are meant to relieve them of their pain. Hence the name; pain, killers. I do not expect very much from you, but I do expect simple comprehension of English. At least." Yves wasn't even looking at Montgomery as he removed a pill from a blister pack.

"I don't trust no pill, those damn side effects are gonna kill them!"

"It will not." Glowered Yves.

"Oh yeah? How the hell would you-"

"It will not, Yeller." Montgomery was about to argue again, but was immediately silenced when Yves presented Montgomery's hospital wristband from months earlier. Your husband was brought back to the time where he thought Yves was an oracle, with all the impossible knowledge he had on the two of you.

"...Whatever, you fuckin' prick." He looked away and let Yves handle your situation.

He fed you the pill and tipped the mouth of his water bottle to wash it down your throat. You didn't realize how thirsty you were, as Montgomery was too caught up in cuddling and cooing to keep you sufficiently hydrated. This didn't go unnoticed by Yves, he made a mental note to scold him on that later.

When that's all done, he instructed you to open your mouth again so he could put a new, clean gauze over the extraction site.

"Bite down." You did as you were told, and allowed yourself to rest on Montgomery's broad chest once again.

Your husband picked up the ice pack and began icing your cheek. "Everythin' is goin' to be okay, sugar. Everythin's gonna be okay..." He murmured, delicately cradling you in his strong arms.

Yves held onto your hand and tenderly caressed it. Neither man said a word and waited until you slipped into slumber.

Only when you're in deep sleep, did Yves let go of your hand and start to speak.

"I need to talk to you in private, Yeller." Yves is also scowling, crossing his arms.

"Can it wait? You know where I work and my schedule, and you have the fucking key to our home."

"Outside. Now." Yves pointed at the front door, his arm was rigid and voice stern. It almost made Montgomery flinch with how uncannily similar he is to the disciplinarians he used to fear greatly as a child. Perhaps he still does, even to this day as an adult.

"Yeah, yeah. Give me a moment and I'll let you call me stupid as much as you want..." Grumbled Montgomery as he worked carefully to lay you on the sofa.

Yves got up and marched outside to the porch, where the most explosive of arguments can take place without disturbing your sleep.

Montgomery followed soon after, trudging and deeply dreading whatever Yves might say. But he didn't leave without giving you another kiss on the forehead for good luck.

"I'll be back, sweetheart. Gonna get a little scolding from your... goddamned smother" He whispered.

While making his way out, he was mumbling under his breath about how nosy and stuck up Yves is.

While you remain blissfully unaware of the fight or your toothache.

[sehnsuchts-trunken]

Dearest Mary,

may I please request something where Hangman and reader [fiancée/wife] have a soft evening in when the reader is exhausted and both are just soft? Maybe she's in the army too, just a different branch?

(now no errors)

Dinner and Domesticity

jake seresin x fem!wife reader 1.5k words

summary: After a hard day at work, you just want to relax in your husbands arms.

a/n: warning, i know nothing about the army, so um. yeah. dont take any of this seriously.  honestly, writing this was therapeutic. god. i love him sm. 

top gun masterlist | top gun blurbs

Your keys jingled as you pulled them out of the lock again and threw them onto the drawer in the hallway, pushing the door closed with your foot.

"I'm home", you called, stripping off your shoes and your jacket and trying not to flinch at the pain that shot through your head when you straightened again. You'd had a headache for the better part of the day and were desperate to dig through your medicine cupboard for some Ibuprofen.

Jake didn't answer, which was unusual, but there was music coming from the living room, so maybe he just hadn't heard you.

You fought a yawn as you walked through the house, no sight of Jake in the living room (even though "Slow Ride" was playing over stereo) nor in the bathroom (where you went to grab the Ibuprofen). But you spotted him in the kitchen, bobbing his head to the music, something sizzling in a pan in front of him, and had to smile.

"Hey, babe", you said, leaning against the doorframe. "I'm home."

He looked up at once and a grin broke out on his face.

"Hey, baby", he said, letting go of the pan and putting down the wooden spoon to come over to you and pull you into a quick kiss. God, you almost wanted to melt into him when he touched you, so much of the tension in your body vanishing just because he was there, grounding you. "Hard day?"

You hummed, resting your forehead against his chest - he was still wearing his uniform, probably hadn't got home much earlier than you had.

"Yeah. One of those surprise test days."

He groaned in pity and pulled you closer to him. The good thing about both of you being in the navy (aside from the fact that it had been navy festivities where the two of you had met in the first place) was that you both understood just how hard the job could be. There was no having to explain anything, and that made things a lot easier. Even though, of course, you didn't know all the technicalities of planes and Jake didn't know too much about boats, that was something you really valued in your relationship.

"Got 'em good?", he asked. You couldn't help but smile.

"We handed them their asses on a silver plate."

He chuckled. "That's my girl."

For a moment you just enjoyed his embrace, then the obnoxious sound of his alarm rang out and he pulled back to tend to dinner. You missed his warmth the second he let go, but didn't complain. Hell, he was cooking, you'd never complain about coming home to freshly cooked food. So instead you just yawned and sat down at the kitchen table, chin resting in one hand as you watched him.

"Smells good”, you said. “What’re you making?” 

He looked over his shoulder at you, eyebrows raised, and you had to bite back a laugh. 

“Pasta, I get it. Always pasta”, you grinned.

The thing with Jake was that he had tried to cook. A ton of times. And the results were always the same - he just wasn’t a good cook. In the slightest. But he’d learnt how to make pasta, which you were both proud of, and so when Jake was standing in the kitchen, he was always making pasta. The surprise each time was the sauce, which you had begged him to change the recipe for once a while so you wouldn’t have to eat pasta with the same sauce for weeks straight. The surprising aspect was usually whether he managed not to burn it. 

Dinner went by comfortably - today he’d done just fine with cooking, not even oversalted. He told you about his day - training - and you told him about yours in more detail, cut short by a yawn at least five times. Jake chuckled every time and you had to smile because of it, and when you wanted to help him clear the table, he took the plate from your hands and told you to get comfortable on the couch. 

It was barely eight in the evening. 

But you knew that you’d probably fall asleep in front of the tv and so you went and changed into your pajamas, which were really just one of Jake’s old shirts and that was it (in your defense, the shirt still smelled like him), and when you stalked back into the living room, he had already turned on the tv and was holding up a blanket for you. 

You grinned as you walked right into his arms and he hugged you close, wrapping the blanket around you. You wriggled your arms free and pulled him in by his jaw, wanting to kiss him but having to laugh as he tried to tug you closer by the waist and failed, only tangling up his hands in the process. 

“Thanks for the blanket”, you said, so close to him that you could feel your own breath hitting his skin. It was almost unbelievable how after all these years of being with him, of being married to him, you still wanted nothing more than to be close to him like a lovesick teenager. 

“Anything for you”, he muttered, grinning at the cheesiness as you laughed and pecked his lips once. Then twice. And a third time, and somehow you ended up with your eyes closed and his tongue nudging yours and smiling like an idiot into the kiss. 

You let your hands wander from his jaw to his hair, grabbing at the strands trying to pull him impossibly closer, messing it up even more. He always went out of the house in the morning with perfectly gelled hair and you’d made it your mission ever since your first kiss never to let him go to bed like that. No different today. 

Only when your knees bumped into the couch you realised that he’d been moving the two of you backwards. You pulled away, just a bit breathless, and looked at him. He was grinning that signature grin of his, the one you’d fallen in love with the first time you’d seen him, and you went so weak in the knees that you almost collapsed onto the couch behind you.

“Hi”, you whispered, unable to keep from smiling yourself. 

“Hey”, he chuckled. 

“Missed you today.” 

“Really? You didn’t see me for half a day and already missed me?” 

He was teasing, of course, so you pouted and untangled your hands from his hair to hit his chest. 

“Shut up.” 

He chased your lips for another kiss, a sweet one this time, and - though you really wanted to pretend to be mad at him - you could only give in to him and cross your arms behind his neck. He was radiating warmth, even through the blanket. 

“Never”, he grinned, and pressed a soft kiss to your nose. “Missed you too.” 

He let go of you and you had half a mind not to sigh in disappointment, choosing instead to flop down onto the couch and hug the blanket close as he went into the kitchen and poured a glass of water. When he came back to hand it to you, you were already pressing play on the tv remote, putting it next to you to take a sip of your water. The couch dipped as Jake sat down and made himself comfortable, an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. You rested your cheek against his chest and sneaked one leg over his knee, squeezing it in between his. 

“James Bond again, really?”, he groaned. You punched him softly in the ribs. 

“Best movies ever made.” 

“You’ve watched them all at least ten times. This month.”

“Yeah, because they’re cinematic masterpieces.” 

Your sentence was cut in half by a yawn, but you didn’t let your argument be disrupted by it. 

“You’ll fall asleep halfway through anyway.” 

“So? Then you get to watch it all by yourself.” 

He hid his face in your hair and mumbled something unintelligible. You turned to look at him - trying hard to ignore the doe-eyed expression he’d put on - and raised your eyebrows. 

“What was that?”

“Nothing.” He gave you a quick kiss. “Love you.”

You had to smile despite yourself. Jake hadn’t disliked the movies the first time you’d made him watch them - actually he’d been really into them. But then you’d called Pierce Brosnan attractive and now he wouldn’t watch without complaining anymore. 

“Mhm, that’s probably for the best. Love you too.” 

You turned back to the tv and cuddled up to him, one of his arms tightening around your shoulder and one of his hands resting on your thigh, brushing up and down so soothingly that soon you were yawning again, your eyes closing by themselves as you pushed up against him and snuggled as best as you could into him, your blanket up to your chin and your head resting against his chest. 

He was proven right after barely fifteen minutes. 

You had fallen asleep almost instantly, though you would later argue that this was his fault, if anything, because his presence was so relaxing and so comforting that you just didn’t have a choice, and you were starting to softly snore five minutes after that. 

You didn’t hear Jake chuckle, but you did feel him carefully get up (which you complained about in your half-awake state) and then pick you up into his arms, the blanket falling down onto the couch as he lifted you up and carried you to the bedroom. 

You also felt the mattress dip when he lowered you onto it, the pillow under your head, and the next morning you would vaguely remember clutching his arm, not allowing him to pull back, mumbling: “Stay, please, Jake, don’t leave me alone.” 

“Just have to turn off the lights and the tv, honey”, he said quietly, kissing your forehead, waiting for you to let go of his arm even though he could have easily pulled back just like that. 

“Mhm, ‘kay”, you muttered, already drifting off to sleep again. “But come back quick.” 

[pygmi-cygni]

begging w anything fluffy with club!blue jones ;( i just read "alright, fine" and im frothing at the mouth for ANYTHING with him 😭🙏

i NEVER get requests for blue so ty!!! i love this little rat man

cw: blue fluff (def: sadistic crazy murder man but he's pretty and puts bows in your hair), x reader, talk of body image and size bUT ITS OKAY BLUE HELPS, mentions of sexy times

summary: trying on the costumes/makeup for a new show, and blue likes to watch. this is unnecessarily long because I couldn't figure out what to keep and what to cut. good luck lol.

I have another fic called "Skincare" that could be a sequel to this fic but not necessarily

Fittings were probably the most chaotic time at Lennox. Madame Gorski demanded attention and order, but the last-minute changes requested by Blue and the designers threw that in the mud. Sequins, silk, eyeliner and rouge were everywhere. Sometimes it felt like the seamstresses wanted to strangle the girls with their measuring tapes.

You didn't blame them, rolling your eyes as another girl complained about the color. The dancer next to you, Ginger, snorted, laughing quietly. Nobody ever liked the costumes. But everybody always had something to say about it.

The doors slammed open, and you all snapped to attention. One of the bigger bodyguards strolled past, his ring of keys jingling sharply in the sudden silence. You swallowed and kept your eyes forward.

Blue's quick pace echoed as it grew closer, stopping occasionally as he perused the lineup. Ginger muttered a prayer behind you, eyes squeezed tight. Sometimes Blue's moods got in the way of his conversations, you remembered with a shudder.

The smell of his cologne tickled your nose and you restrained yourself from turning away.

"Well, you're a pretty one, aren't you?" His soft hand gripped your chin a little too tight as he turned your face to the side, inspecting your makeup.

"If all my girls did their eyeliner that well, we might have a goddamn show," he chuckled. His hand dropped, and you sighed in relief.

A second too fast, it seemed.

He tugged you forward, hand locked around your waist. Yelping in surprise, you stumbled after him as he pulled you along, silk jacket cool against your side.

"Girls," he bellowed, coming to a sudden halt. You burned red, ducking to examine your socked feet. You'd left your shoes in the other room.

"Look at this lovely lady, and- chin up, come on, don't be shy," he cooed, nudging your face up. Your gaze met a dozen others, all simmering with jealousy and disinterest. Internally, you screamed in embarrassment, wanting everything to disappear.

Blue grinned proudly, pushing you forward.

"That's what I call a stage face," he said smugly, "if I see any more crayon eyeliner and sunburnt blush, you'll be out on your ass by the end of the night. Comprende?"

You stood before the prying eyes of Blue and Gorski, shivering in the chilly dressing room. The cold metal nib of the measuring tape slid over your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

The seamstress measuring you was new, and you didn't like her. She poked too hard, spoke like a sneering grandmother, and looked at the girls like scum. But you held your tongue and did what she asked.

Her hands pinched your thigh and you jumped, surprised at the sharp twinge. A red mark bloomed on your leg.

"Hey," Blue snapped, stepping forwards. "What the fuck? These girls go on tonight, I don't wanna mark on 'em."

The seamstress sniffed, shooting you a cold glance and snapping her workbook closed. You swallowed, masking the pain with another small smile. Madame Gorski inhaled sharply, impatient. Time was ticking, and so far the seamstress hadn't even sampled a fabric. Your thighs shook in anticipation.

She yanked you down from the chair and pushed you into a chair. Blue gritted his teeth, nostrils flaring. You crossed your fingers behind your back, praying he didn't lose his cool.

That was the last thing any of you needed.

"She's unlike the others," the woman drawled, unable to mask her strong distaste. You fidgeted, embarrassed.

"Is it your job to yap or to fit her costume?" Blue snapped.

"All to say, she doesn't blend in well. Is she perhaps on the back line, or-"

You inhaled sharply as a loud smack echoed behind you. Several women shouted and Gorski swore in rapid Russian. The seamstress' icy grip released you, and you shuddered forward, covering yourself as best you could. Blue continued to shout obscenities as a woman tugged you away, consoling you gently.

Hours later, you sat in a little corner of the dressing room, painstakingly gluing rhinestones to your eyelids. You'd decided to hole away for a while, needing some quiet. The woman's bruises ached on your shoulders, but you'd done your best to hide them.

"Shit," you mumbled as another gem fell into your lap.

"Watch your mouth," came a drawling reply.

You shrieked, heart leaping into your throat. Blue's raspy laugh send chills down your spine, and you shot him a bewildered look.

Stubbing his cigar on the mirror frame, he tossed you a mocking pout.

"Aw, did the little kitty get scared?" he laughed again, pinching your cheek.

You huffed and snatched another gem, applying the glue a little more aggressively than needed. His hand didn't leave you, toying with your straps or twirling the ribbons in your curls.

"Hey, don't mess those up!"

Your hand flew to your mouth and you stuttered an apology at your outburst. Blue paused, eyebrow raised in a challenge. Your gazes locked for a terrifying second until a slow smirk spread across his lips.

"What's it gonna do? They're crooked anyway," he snorted, tugging the bow loose. You shuddered as the ends of your hair tickled your shoulders, sticky with hairspray.

"I'll be late if I fix that," you muttered, anxiety pooling in your chest. Blue's eyebrow climbed higher as he ducked way closer than was necessary.

"Hm? Can't hear you, pet, need to speak up," he whispered, breath warming your ear.

"I-I won't have enough time to fix my hair," you stammered, gripping the applicator for dear life, "not if I want to get onstage."

He tsked, leaning back.

You swallowed, shakily reaching for another rhinestone. Maybe if you hurried, you could make it. The next few gems went on easily. Tense silence grew as Blue scrutinized you, hands stroking the ends of your hair absently.

"Oh, stop it," he snapped eventually. You dropped the stylus and froze, eyes wider than saucers. "I'll fix the fucking ribbon, but you're going too fast and you look a mess. Turn around," he groused, shedding his silk coat. You tried not to stare at his thin undershirt, scooting closer.

His hands were a bit rough, but they efficiently separated your hair down the middle.

"Chin up, or your part's going to be crooked."

You sniffled and tilted your chin up, wincing as he tugged a little too hard. His gaze was sharp and calculated on your face. The shine of your tears threatened to spill over, and you silently prayed that your waterproof mascara held up.

His braid was tight but even, surprisingly, and he tied a bow with ease. Blinking rapidly, you thumbed tears from your eyes and made to stand up.

"Ah," he held up a hand and pushed you back down, reaching for the other side.

"Not letting you go out lopsided," he murmured, kissing your cheek. You sat closer, remembering to keep your chin up as he raked his fingers through your hair.

The anxiety strangling your ribs loosened incrementally. Blue's cologne smelled nice, if a little too strong, and you'd subconsciously leaned closer to his chest. He didn't comment, occasionally tugging your head up so that you didn't smudge your makeup. The murmur of music outside and chattering voices of passing dancers soothed you, in a familiar sort of way.

Tentatively, you nudged against his waist, breathing a deep whiff of his cologne. He patted your cheek and kept working, whistling quietly.

Blue's pinky ring caught on your hair, and you yelped, scalp smarting. He hissed a curse and rubbed the spot with his thumb.

"Sorry, sorry, hey, don't do that," he chided, wiping your tears with the corner of his sleeve, "I don't have time to fix your eyeliner."

Sniffling, you tilted your head back so he could finish styling. Your eyelids fluttered closed, grateful for the reprieve. Your fingers ached from crimping and curling your hair all evening, not to mention doing the other girls' hair and their mascara...

It had been a few minutes of quiet, your hair finished. Blue let you lean on him for a moment, taking the opportunity to inspect your clothes. You held your arms above your head, letting him run his hands over your buttons and check for any caught zippers.

"If it's any consolation," he said crisply, "we've decided to terminate that woman's contract."

You smiled, then sighed, grumpily remembering her tactless words. Blue rubbed your shoulders, making sure to avoid the sore spots. The ache slowly faded from your bones as he stroked.

"You fit in just fine among the others," he murmured, kohl-lined eyes glittering in the low light, "your face catches a pretty penny, you know. And I wouldn't miss seeing your pretty ass onstage for the world." The last bit had a razor edge to it, and you turned your wide eyes upward. Blue smirked, winking, before drawing you up to your feet.

"How's this fit?" He asked, tugging your skirt. You nodded, swishing back and forth.

"Good? Not too tight? There we go, look at that smile," he grinned, watching you twirl.

He turned you back and forth, adjusting the corset straps and picking off a piece of lint. You sat patiently, stage smile firmly in place.

Inspection finished, he stepped back and met your gaze in the mirror. His face was warm and open, brow relaxed. He looked...nice.

"Run quick, don't want you to be late," he whispered, pushing you lightly to the door. He pressed a quick kiss to your hair and winked.

"Break some hearts, doll."

hope this was okay??? thanks for the ask!

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