#just send me to the electric chair already

[wizzdot]

Sunshine

Chapter 2

Description: Ray finds out a little more about the 141’s current situation. You meet Johnny, and see Gaz in the infirmary..

What the fuck were you thinking following the Lieutenant that you barely even knew. You’d crossed paths with him, what, twice? And not even spoken a word to him either time. Christ, Y/n you really are a stupid bitch..

You stomp along behind Ghost for maybe 5 minutes before he rounds a corner and nods at a black, clearly military, jeep.

“Get in, we’re goin’ back to base”

You scowl at his commanding tone, and climb in the passenger seat, dumping your bags in the footwell between your legs and slumping in the seat, sticking to the chairs thanks to the absolutely soaking that the rain had given you.

The Lieutenant starts the engine and bounces it roughly off of the curb he had parked poorly on.

“Jeez Louise, LT.. you’ll give the lassie a concussion if you drive like ‘aht”

The tin of soup is held aloft ready to smash the stranger in the head until the Lieutenant’s huge paw smacks it from your hand.

“He’s friendly, drop your weapon, Ray” he jokes.

“Who the fuck are you and why are you hiding in the back of the car..?” You growl at the Scottish man, you already knew was ‘Soap’, a member of the 141. He didn’t need to know that you knew who he was though, and you could tell it hit him in the ego a bit when you pretended not to recognise him.

He recovers quickly though, you’ll give him that. He smiles brightly “name’s Johnny, or Soap, and I wisnae hiding. LT said you’d be more likely you come if we didn’t go in mob handed, so I stayed behind..”

“I can still open the door and roll myself into traffic.. don’t fuckin’ test me. I’m coming back to check Gaz, then I’m out. I’ve not agreed to anything or signed anything..” you threaten in a deadpan tone.

Soap gulps and his smile fades slightly. “LT, Cap said she was…. awkt, how’d he put it? Aye thats right.. a ray of sunshine.. you sure you got the right one..?”

“I’m sure Johnny. Now shut up. Don’t need her rolling herself into traffic…” the Lieutenant replies to the chatty Scot. You catch his reflection in the wing mirror and can tell that it physically pains the man to actually shut the fuck up. His eyes are dart in from object to object, his mouth dropping open only for his brain to kick in and remind himself to keep quiet.

The rest of the drive is silent. Perfect.

The truck pulls into base, and you aren’t even taken through security which you thought was strange. The Lieutenant lurches to a halt and cranks the handbrake on, climbing from the vehicle. You follow suit, donning your two rucksacks and your ratty plastic bag filled with your shitty groceries and wine.

“Here lass, I’ll get that for you..”

“Touch me, or anything that belongs to me, and you’ll lose your hand, Soap.”

He retracts his hand as if you’d given him an electric shock. The Lieutenant huffs a laugh.

“This way” the Lieutenant grunts. You follow, with soap trailing behind, kicking stones glumly.

You’re led to an office.

‘Captain J.Price’

‘TF-1-4-1’

Here we fuckin’ go you roll your eyes. The door is opened and you step through the threshold.

“Welcome back, Soldier” the Captain speaks, standing to shake your hand. You ignore him and turn away.

“Not coming back, and not a soldier. Just want to check Gaz ain’t dying” you reply stubbornly.

“He’s sitting up and chatting today. Took a fall from a chopper, poor lad. He cheered right up when I told him you were joining the team” - “seems cruel to give him false hope, does it not, Captain?”

“What did my Lieutenant tell you..?”

“Whoa whoa whoa. I’d like to start off by saying, firstly, I don’t appreciate being tracked down. I also don’t appreciate sending your fuckin’ guard dog to break into my flat and come and fetch me, I also don’t appreciate that fact that you’re just assuming I’ll fall back into the obedient soldier role. I’m not even your soldier, never was, Sir” you smile tauntingly.

“Now, you will take me to Gaz, I’ll have a quick chat with him, and I’ll be on my way - I’m not signing up for this shit again..”

You stare down the Captain who remains silent before the Lieutenant speaks up.

“This shit? What, like it’s worse than what you’ve been doing for the past coupla’ years? Your shitty, mouldy flat, getting groped by drunks at the Rose and Thorn, the tackiest pub in the East? Really? Like you’ve got anything whatsoever that’s better than this..” he huffs laughing.

You clench your jaw and try not to snap. Physically or emotionally. He was right. You’d been horrifically depressed for years. Considered ending it all a few times but you were too much of a coward for that.

“I’ll find the infirmary myself, and then see myself out..” you slam the door behind yourself and leave the three men behind.

Thankfully, you find signs for the infirmary and follow them, finding the correct place. The lady behind the front desk glares daggers at you. “Visitor for Kyle Garrick” you say monotonously.

“Room 3, you have ten minutes, he’s already had visiting time for the day” she whips sourly at you.

“Yeah, whatever” you spit back, storming to the correct door.

Kyle practically jumps out of his skin as you crash through the door. “Jeez, Ray.. you scared me half to death” he jokes, laughing.

“You don’t look as bad as I was expecting. They made it sound like you were on deaths door..” - “what? Nah, mate. Just some internal bruising and a chipped bone in my hand..”

“So I didn’t need to visit then?” You remark bluntly. Kyle’s smile drops slightly. “Well, it’s nice to see you.. I mean.. you left.. suddenly?” he tries.

“Yeah, and now your team are trying to get me to come back, using you as leverage. Know anything about that..?” you accuse.

Kyle looks guilty as sin.

He gulps before starting to attempt to explain.

“Well.. Cap’s been trying to get you since I joined. Laswell only gave him clearance to take on one rookie. He noticed your file remember..? And when I mentioned about my wallet.. and then I got hurt.. the plan sort of fell into place. We’d track you down and try and make an offer… we really need someone like you on our team, Ray..”

“Yeah, the wallet was a sneaky fuckin trick, Garrick. Not gonna forgive you for that one. And now that I’ve seen you’re not on death’s door…” you speak as you walk back towards the door.

“Y/n!”

No one calls me by my real name..

“Wait.. please..”

You don’t want to. You want to leave this god forsaken place and not look back. But I hesitate. And that hesitation changes everything..

[jasongracesluvr]

the worst thing I’ve ever done was that last year a kid at my old school broke his arm and I signed it as “Connor” in big sharpie letters and the poor kid walked around school like that for the next six months

[wolverigrl]

Thirst Tweets

Hugh Jackman x reader (actress)

!Disclaimer! I’ve got a lot going on right now, and I’m not sure when I’ll be able to get back to writing. There will definitely be more parts, but not this week. I also have two oneshots saved that might go online this week, so don’t be surprised if you see them.

I'd be happy about some feedback and just a reminder to you, I have my requests open, so feel free sending some of your ideas! :)

Warnings: tiny bit of fluff and some swearing here and there

Enjoy!

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Returning to New York felt like waking up from a beautiful dream I never wanted to end. Sydney had been a paradise - sunshine, the salty breeze from the ocean, and Hugh. God, Hugh. We couldn't keep our hands off each other, behaving like love-drunk teenagers. Whether it was our sunset strolls by the harbor or cozy nights in, wrapped in blankets, we found ourselves growing closer every day. There was something magical about that time - like we were in a world of our own, free from distractions.

Hugh would sometimes visit his family, leaving me to explore Sydney on my own. I’d walk through the city, admiring the sights, feeling the warmth of the sun on my skin. But no matter where I went, I was always thinking about him. It wasn’t long before I’d be back at his place, sharing stories of my solo adventures while he teased me with that wicked smile.

Of course, the paparazzi had a field day. Every moment seemed to be caught on camera - whether we were laughing together at the beach, wandering the streets hand in hand, or lounging in the park. There were endless photos of us everywhere, but I didn't mind. Honestly, I found it kind of funny how we had become some sort of internet sensation. I had even started posting more pictures of Hugh on my socials - candid shots of him with funny, flirty captions. The fans ate it up, especially when I started liking and commenting on their fan edits of Hugh. They said I was fangirling hard, and maybe I was, but could you blame me? The man is perfect.

The hate we used to get was slowly dying down, too. People were starting to root for us. It felt good.

Today, though, was on a whole new level of fun. We were shooting a "Thirst Tweets" video, and it was as chaotic as you'd imagine. The energy in the studio was electric as we settled into the plush chairs, both of us trying to stifle our giggles before the chaos of "Thirst Tweets" began. I glanced over at Hugh, who looked far too calm for what was about to go down, his long fingers tapping lightly on his knee, his face carrying that familiar smirk that always made my heart race. It was like he knew exactly what was coming and how I’d react.

The first tweet was mine to read. I grabbed the small card from the pile and cleared my throat dramatically. “Okay, here we go…” I scanned the text quickly before bursting into laughter. “Oh my God, okay. ‘I would let y/n punch me in the face just to say I’ve been touched by perfection.’ ” I couldn’t help it - I snorted.

Hugh chuckled beside me, shaking his head. “We’re starting off strong, aren’t we?” he teased.

I leaned over, nudging him with my shoulder. “What can I say? I have violent fans.”

He grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Perfection though? Can’t argue with that." he said, giving me a wink that made my face heat up.

It was Hugh’s turn next. He grabbed his card, took a quick glance, and then raised an eyebrow at me. “Alright, here’s a good one. ‘I’d like to officially announce that Hugh’s arms should be declared a public service. Like, those things could end world hunger. Use them for good, sir.’ "

I let out a loud laugh, slapping my knee. “See, this is what I’m saying! They should be protected. Maybe insured.”

He flexed a little - just enough to make me roll my eyes - and grinned. “I’ll take it under consideration.” he joked. The crew behind the camera was already in stitches, but I could tell this was just the beginning.

The next tweet was handed again to Hugh, and he gave it a quick scan before bursting into laughter. "Oh, this one's good. 'Hugh, you can call me baby girl and tell me to sit down, and I would happily obey for the rest of my life.' "

I raised an eyebrow, trying to hold in my laughter. "I mean.. you do have that commanding presence."

He turned to me with a devilish grin, his voice deep and teasing. "You think I should try it out, love? Call you baby girl and see what happens?"

I immediately blushed, my laughter betraying how flustered I was. "Oh no, let's not give the fans more material!"

He chuckled, reaching over to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. "Too late, baby."

He took the card with a dramatic flourish, his eyes quickly scanning it before he burst out laughing, almost choking on his words. “Oh no, this one’s for you, love. ‘Y/n really out here fangirling over Hugh like the rest of us. She’s one of us now.’ ”

I groaned, though I couldn’t hide my smile. "Listen, I am not fangirling!" I protested weakly, but Hugh gave me a look that said he didn’t believe a word of it.

"Oh, you totally are!" he teased, nudging me playfully. “You’re in deep.”

I shot back with a grin. “Okay, maybe I’m a little obsessed with you. Can you blame me?”

The crew behind the camera was losing it by now, and I could hear some of them whispering amongst themselves, probably trying to stifle their own laughter. But we were just getting started.

I grabbed another card, still grinning. "Hugh could choke me with his biceps, and I'd die happy."

Hugh started laughing again, clearly enjoying himself. "There's a lot of love for my arms in this, isn't there?"

I looked at him, pretending to be serious. "I mean, have you seen your arms?"

He flexed again, playing it up for the camera. "I guess I have no choice but to deliver." I snorted loudly and leaned against him while laughing and hiding my face behind my right hand.

Hugh took the next tweet, shaking his head in amusement. “Alright, here’s a spicy one. ‘Hugh, please, just throw me against a wall. Like, I’m begging you.’” He read it in such a deadpan tone that I nearly fell out of my chair laughing.

He raised an eyebrow at me as I tried to compose myself. “Well?”

I fanned myself dramatically. “That’s a strong request, but relatable."

Hugh opened his mouth to say something but instead snorted with laughter and shaking his head. "Unbelievable."

I picked up the next card, already giggling before I even read it aloud. " 'Y/n’s laugh could cure my depression, I swear. She could rob a bank and I’d still be like, wow, what a cute laugh!' "

Hugh looked over at me, grinning. “See? You do have a cute laugh.”

I shrugged, trying to play it cool even though my cheeks were burning. “I mean, if it works for bank robberies, maybe I should test it out.”

He gave me a look, smirking. “I’m not bailing you out.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to." I replied, laughing. “I’d just charm my way out of it.”

I grabbed the next card from the pile, glancing over at Hugh before reading it aloud. "Y/n, how do I sign up to be your sugar baby? I don't need much - just a little attention and maybe to sleep on Hugh's abs as a pillow."

Hugh let out a loud laugh, his eyes widening. "My abs, huh?" He leaned back, pretending to flex for a moment before winking at the camera. "I didn't realize they had so many applications."

I rolled my eyes playfully, unable to hide my grin. "I mean, you have to admit, they're not wrong. Those abs could solve a lot of problems."

He smirked, leaning in closer to me, his voice dropping a bit. "Is that what you think about every time you cuddle me, baby? Using me as your personal pillow?"

I nudged him, trying not to laugh. "What can I say? I'm resourceful."

The next few tweets were just as wild, some downright inappropriate but in a way that had us both cracking up. Hugh read a particularly bold one aloud: " 'Hugh in that leather jacket… sir, I’m on my knees. What do I need to do to get you to ruin my life?' " He paused, glancing over at me with a devilish grin. “What do they need to do?”

I covered my face, laughing into my hands. “Oh God. This is escalating so much!”

He looked at the camera and lowering his voice. “Maybe just say ‘please?’ ”

The crew burst out laughing again, and I could see the camera shaking slightly as the person filming struggled to keep it steady. By this point, even the sound guy was wiping away tears of laughter.

Hugh grabbed the next tweet from the pile, his eyes quickly scanning it before a sly grin spread across his face.

"Okay," he began, in that rich voice that could melt butter, "Here’s a fun one: ‘Hugh Jackman could breathe in my direction, and I’d immediately drop to my knees, ready to serve.’"

I let out an involuntary snort, burying my face in my hands. "Oh my!" I gasped between fits of giggles. "They went straight for it!"

Hugh, trying to maintain composure, turned toward the camera with a half smile. "Well, I appreciate the enthusiasm." he said, and then turned to me. "Is that something I should be adding to my skill set?"

I swatted his arm playfully, still laughing. "Please, let’s not turn this into a live demonstration."

Hugh chuckled and nodded towards the camera. “Fair enough. But hey, I’m flattered."

I grabbed the next tweet, scanning it quickly and feeling my face heat up even more. "Oh, this one’s good. ‘Y/n’s legs are so long, they could wrap around me twice, and I’d happily suffocate.’"

Hugh let out a low whistle, his eyes flicking down to my legs and back up to my face with a teasing grin. "I mean, they’re not wrong." he quipped, making the entire crew laugh again.

I gave him a playful serious look. "Careful, you might encourage more of this behavior."

He laughed, raising his hands in surrender. "Too late."

I passed the next tweet to him, still trying to suppress my laughter. Hugh's eyebrows shot up when he read it. “Oh, wow, okay. ‘Hugh could literally break me in half, and I’d say thank you.’” He paused, a devilish grin creeping onto his face as he looked up at me. “I’m sensing a theme here.”

The crew behind the camera was howling at this point again, and I could barely breathe through the laughter. "I mean… who wouldn't be thankful?" I teased, raising an eyebrow at him.

Hugh laughed, leaning back in his chair, clearly enjoying himself. "Should I be concerned for you people, or…?”

"Concerned, maybe. Grateful, definitely,” I replied, still giggling.

He handed me the next card, his smirk widening. “Your turn. Let’s see if it gets wilder.”

I took the card and immediately had to press my lips together to keep from bursting out laughing. “Oh God, here we go again… ‘Y/n could ruin my life, and I’d thank her by paying her rent for the rest of the year.’ ”

Hugh’s laugh boomed across the room, his head falling back as he tried to catch his breath. “Well, if you’re ever looking for a side hustle…”

I gave him a playful nudge. "Hey, rent’s expensive in New York. I might just take them up on that."

He wiped away a tear of laughter, still grinning. “You’d definitely have no shortage of offers.”

Another tweet landed in Hugh’s hands, and he gave it a quick read before raising an eyebrow at me. “Oh jeez, we’re diving straight into the deep end now. ‘Hugh Jackman’s voice is so hot, I’d let him read the phone book to me while I climax.’”

My jaw dropped. "NO." I immediately covered my face with my hands, laughing so hard. I would lie, if I'd say my body doesn't hurt of laughter by now.

Hugh, ever the professional, barely flinched. He just gave the camera a deadpan look. “The phone book? Really? That’s a bit outdated, but… hey, I’m here for it.”

I peeked at him from behind my hands, still laughing uncontrollably. “You’re not gonna let that one go, are you?”

He winked at me, his voice dropping an octave. “If that’s what the people want, who am I to deny them?”

I playfully shoved him, still blushing furiously, but loving every second of the ridiculousness. “We need to talk about boundaries later." I joked.

He shot me a grin. “Boundaries? What are those?”

I took a deep breath, composing myself enough to grab the next tweet. The second I read it, I was gone again. “Oh, this one’s golden. ‘Y/n, I will pay you $1,000 to sit on my face. I don’t even need to breathe. Just consider it.’”

Hugh burst out laughing, clutching his chest and wiping tears from his eyes. “A thousand dollars? Only? That’s a bargain!”

I covered my face again, my shoulders shaking with laughter. “This is officially out of control.”

Hugh leaned in closer, his eyes dancing with mischief. “Come on. You’re underselling yourself. You’re worth at least $10,000.”

I laughed so hard I almost fell off my chair. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, babe.”

By this point, the crew behind the cameras was barely keeping it together. The laughter was contagious, and it felt like the entire room was on the verge of tears from how absurd the tweets were getting.

Hugh, still grinning, took the next card, glancing at it before giving me a cheeky look. "Alright, last one for me. ‘Hugh, you could crush me between your thighs, and I’d die a happy person.’”

I dissolved into laughter again, leaning back in my chair. "See, this is what I’ve been saying!" I managed between giggles.

Hugh turned to the camera, looking far too amused. “I’m sensing a lot of… very creative fans.”

I wiped away tears of laughter, still grinning. “Creative is one word for it.”

With that, the video wrapped up, and the crew finally stopped laughing long enough to give us a round of applause. Hugh’s charm and my endless giggling made for the perfect combination, and I could tell this video was going to go viral the second it dropped.

One of the cameramen approached us, grinning. “I’ve been doing this for years, and that was easily the funniest shoot I’ve ever been a part of.”

Hugh smiled, thanking him, while I nodded in agreement. “That was insane!” I said, still feeling the buzz of excitement. “I don’t think I’ve ever laughed that hard.”

After the shoot, we headed back to Hugh’s place to get ready for dinner. Ryan and Blake were coming over with their kids and dogs, and Hugh was in charge of cooking, much to his delight. He loved being in the kitchen, and it was one of those little things about him that always made me swoon.

While he started prepping in the kitchen, I disappeared into the bathroom to get ready. I slipped into something simple but nice, touching up my makeup before making my way back to Hugh. He had his back turned, fully focused on whatever he was chopping up, so I tiptoed up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist, leaning my head against his back.

He jumped, clearly startled, but then relaxed into my embrace. "You nearly gave me a heart attack!" he chuckled, setting down the knife.

I grinned, squeezing him tighter. "Sorry, couldn’t resist." My hands slid over his chest as I pressed closer. "You look ridiculously good in that shirt, by the way."

He glanced down at himself - just a casual button up and jeans - but it worked for him in a way that made my heart race. “Oh yeah?” he asked, turning his head slightly to look at me with a playful smirk.

“Yeah. Like.. annoyingly good." I teased, letting my fingers linger on the fabric. “Distractingly good. It's kind of a problem.”

He turned fully then, wrapping his arms around my waist, and leaned in close, his voice low. “Maybe we should skip dinner then?"

I bit my lip, laughing softly as I pushed against his chest. "Nice try. We’re not blowing off dinner with Blake and Ryan. You know they’d never let us hear the end of it."

Before we could get any further into our flirt, the doorbell rang, and we both groaned. The Reynolds were right on time, of course.

With one last grin at each other, we reluctantly pulled apart. Hugh grabbed a towel to wipe his hands before we made our way to the door. When we opened it, we were greeted by a whirlwind of chaos - Ryan with the kids and Blake holding onto the dogs. It was loud and warm, the kind of energy that made you feel instantly at home.

Blake gave me a tight hug while Ryan and Hugh exchanged their usual friendly banter. We all gathered in the dining room, Hugh finishing up in the kitchen while Blake and I set the table, chatting and laughing about everything and nothing.

Dinner was filled with easy conversation, laughter, and the occasional bark from the dogs. Hugh caught my eye from across the table more than once, and each time, I couldn’t help but smile. This was our life now - full of love, friends, and shared moments that felt like they could last forever.

And honestly? I wouldn’t change a thing.

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（ 标题 ） BILLIARD LESSON.

PREC𝒾S ⠀⟡​⠀ he is willing to do anything as long as you ask.

( 엔하이픈 성훈 ) ୨୧ f .. r 700 fluff established relationship ── kissing skinship ⠀ ｡｡ ⠀ recue𝒾l

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“you look like you need some help.”

you can’t contain the smile spreading on your lips as you eyes wend to the man’s face. his belt wrapped around his tiny waist and his jeans that go well with it, his shirt and his leather jacket, and that smirk plastered on his angelic face.

he states as if he just realized it. as if he wasn’t the one who dragged you to that game despite your protests and affirmations that you weren’t good at it. you knew from the moment he started to play that he knew exactly what he was doing.

still, you play the game.

you plant the bottom of the billiard cue on the floor, holding it with your two hands like they do in the movies, “show me?”

in lieu of a proper answer to your offer, sunghoon leans his billiard cue on the tabe and makes the said furniture hold it before he begins to walk your way.

your eyes follow as he walks around the table to finally be close to you.

the sight of him taking his jacket off and yanking it on the first chair in his way sends shivers down your spine. but, the sensation is nothing compared to the warmth that fills your whole being when he rolls up his sleeves, showing off his strong hands and forearms.

your heart starts to beat in your chest when he slides behind you. pressed against and close to you, the weight of his body is almost felt on yours. fingers curling around the billiard cue tighter, you mentally beg your knees to give up.

leaning in, mouth next to your ear, he finally answers, “all you had to do was ask.”

then your mind goes completely blank. the echoes of his words only resonating in your empty-like head. his hot breath against your skin and the weight of his deep on your stomach— the tons of butterflies it made hatch out of their cocoon.

all you had to do was ask.

the electric shock of his hands finding your hips makes you grasp a bit of reality.

he pulls you closer to him before making you both walk closer to the game’s table. one of his hands finds your shoulder before sliding down your arm and wrapping itself around your wrist, putting your hand on the green tissue.

he leans forward, resting his entire upper body on your back and making you bend over the table in full ninety nine degrees. his iris meeting your orbs as he does so. his palm on the back of your hand. his chin next to your shoulder and his breathing sinking down to your core. the thumb of his free hand rubs against the spot it is positioned on.

all you had to do was ask.

you wonder, if you asked, would he kiss your shoulder. you imagine him ditching the game and holding your waist as he slowly approaches his lips to your neck. you can imagine him kissing your cheek, each kiss getting wetter and lingering more as he approached from your mouth. you can imagine him turning you around easily and finally—

the sound of a ball being hit by another one and falling in a hole drags you out of your daydreaming.

sunghoon’s turns his head to you with a proud smile that you can only try to return with confused look, was it you who did that?

the man’s weight on you is already missed when he goes back to a normal position. you face him, head tilted up in the slightest because of the proximity. he looks down on you and is so pretty.

and because all you have to do is ask, you do: “kiss me,” although it comes out more like an order than a question, he supplies without thinking. like always.

he kisses you breathless. with his hand on the back of your head and the other on the table, steadying the both of you. he kisses you as he leans back up, so you are on your tiptoes and tries to sit on the table.

he kisses you like he knows you have been fighting the urge to do so. he kisses you hot and tender and loving. he kisses you the way you like. he kisses you the way you want to be kissed because all you have is to ask and he will do anything.

and when the kiss is broken, when you are both gasping for air and slowly getting your senses back; you can tell he was waiting for that.

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[waitingonher]

ELECTRIC TOUCH — [jason grace dating headcanons]

author's note: i need 2024 to be THE year. 2023 did me soooo dirty. im praying

dating JASON GRACE would be like dating someone from a regency era romance novel…he’s just SUCH a hopeless romantic but he would rather die than admit it.

in the initial first few weeks of dating, jason was sosososooooo shy about pda/physical touch. it’s not that he was uncomfortable, he LOVES physical touch, but he had just gone so long without it that he wasn’t used to it. but eventually, he warms up to it…and now he can’t go without having at least one part of him touching you 😭 

when it came to things like hugs, kisses, handholding, etc. jason would always wait for you to initiate it because he was so anxious about making you uncomfortable ?? fjsldfjs 

but when you communicated that he didn’t need to ask/wait for you all the time, jason started initiating things more. even still, he occasionally gets nervous to even hold your hand? like wdym you’ve been dating for over six months and you still get nervous doing simple couple things 😭 it’s very endearing though 

chivalry is NOT dead,, and it’s because of jason LMAO. he’s the type to swap shoes with you even though you’re wearing heels that are 3x too small for him, but hey, at least your feet don’t hurt anymore!

jason’s also hellbent on carrying things for you, opening doors for you, pulling out/pushing in chairs for you, etc… GOD HE’S SO CUTE. 

since dating him, you don’t think you’ve ever touched a single door or car handle when he’s with you. 

jason is NOT afraid to advocate or stand up for you, especially if you’re more on the quiet & non-confrontational side. if you’re in a group setting and someone interrupts you, he’s making sure you get your chance to say what you wanted to say. and he doesn’t do it in a way that leaves you embarrassed, he’s very very classy with it! 

if you’re a big music person, jason will literally learn your favorite artist’s entire discography so you guys have another thing to talk about. 

you guys also have a shared playlist of “your songs” and he’s so serious about it 😭 if jason hears a song that even remotely reminds him of you, he’s going to the ends of the earth to figure out what it’s called. 

rip to anyone around him if shazam doesn’t work! he’s gonna send voice messages to your big group chat humming the tune, but he’s so tone deaf that no one knows the song…and his search history is just variations of “song that goes du du ooh du ooh du du ooh” a for effort though babes…

jason’s love languages are definitely acts of service and quality time. over the years and throughout the many battles he’s fought, he’s come to realize that all he wants to do when he comes home is just spend time with his loved ones. 

after a busy day, you’ll come home to find your laundry folded, bed sheets washed & freshly made, along with a sweet little note from jason <3 

your guys’ thing are writing notes to each other. considering his and your busy schedule, you’ll write and leave tiny notes around the house for each other to find. it’s one of the many reasons why jason gets up in the morning. 

he loves coming home to you after a long day to simply melt in your arms. there’s just something so soothing about cuddling with you after a busy day. 

it does not matter where you are, you guys could literally be cleaning the camp toilets and he’d still be able to find the fun in it. you’re his home, and he’d follow you wherever you go. 

if you play sports, you already know he’s showing up to ALL your games. it doesn’t matter if it’s pouring rain or if it’s hours away, he’s absolutely determined to show his support. jason even makes posters with your jersey number and when you have big tournaments he’ll show up with posters of your face 😭 the refs are SO tired of jason help

i feel like if he really tried, jason would be a good cook. 

one day you sent him a recipe you saw online saying you wanted to make it with him, but then he decided to make it himself to surprise you. and it was actually so good??? 

JASON IN A “KISS THE COOK” APRON OMFG. that’s what you got him for his birthday and every single time without fail, he’ll wear it when he’s cooking. 

one of his hidden talents is that he’s super good at origami. he originally picked it up because he heard it was a good stress reliever, but now he also does it for you <3 

he loves your reaction when he gives you little paper rings or an origami version of your favorite animal! 

this guy DREAMS of domesticity. he’s always been the type to date to marry, and that’s just what he intends to do with you! even though you guys are still young, he’s been planning your proposal sfjfls

tell me why he already knows what kind of ring he wants to get you… omg. 

he really wants to just settle down with you in new rome. but honestly, he’s willing to do anything as long as you’re at his side. 

expect flowers from jason at least once a month! he even keeps one flower so he knows when it’s time to get you a new bouquet. and if he’s away, he’ll get one of his friends to deliver it! 

i have this headcanon that the aphrodite cabin teams up with the hephaestus cabin to throw a really elaborate party, essentially like prom. anyways, jason would go all out for your promposal jfdsls i feel like he would either do a super funny poster/proposal like y’know that one guy who did that medieval promposal 😭 yeah well jason would do something like that but like...more roman... LMFAO him pulling up to your place in a chariot 

or he would do something super super intricate and planned out…like a fancy picnic and then he’d have the fauns arrange fireflies to spell out “prom?” when it’s dark out. 

ugh! jason grace the man that you are… <3 best bf ever,, i can confirm btw

[mrsfancyferrari]

You can do it with a pilot between charles, lando, max, lewis, carlos and it ends up in smut like "I love your smell"

Favourite Smell

Anon: You can do it with a pilot between charles, lando, max, lewis, carlos and it ends up in smut like "I love your smell"

Song: Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood

Author’s note: Hey anon! I'm not that good at writing smut so please bear with me! Please like, reblog and share this! <33

Word count: 4.6k

The sound of the front door opening startles you out of your work-induced haze. You glance up at the clock on your computer screen and see that it's already past 11pm.

You sigh, realizing how exhausted you truly are. Just a few hours ago, you were navigating through turbulent skies, ensuring the safe arrival of hundreds of passengers. Flying airplanes for a week straight really takes a lot out of you, but the thrill of being in the air makes it all worthwhile.

You had just arrived home, your body still vibrating from the hum of the engines, and now you find yourself jolted back to reality by the sudden noise.

Despite your fatigue, you find a small sense of comfort in the familiarity of your home. The soft glow of your office lamp, the faint scent of your favorite candle, and the quiet stillness of the night all serve as a gentle reminder that you're finally back in your sanctuary.

You save your last email and swivel your chair around to see Max walking into the living room, looking as handsome as ever.

It's been months since you last saw him in person, and the sight of him takes your breath away. His chiseled jawline, the way his hair effortlessly falls into place, and those piercing eyes that seem to look right through you—every detail is even more striking than you remembered.

You almost forgot just how handsome and hot he is, but now, standing before you, he looks like he stepped straight out of your dreams.

Max's presence fills the room, and you can't help but feel a magnetic pull towards him. As he walks closer, a warm smile spreads across his face, making your heart skip a beat.

You realize just how much you've missed him, and the thought of reconnecting fills you with a renewed sense of excitement and anticipation.

"Hey you," you say, standing up to greet him with a kiss. He wraps his arms around you and lifts you off the ground, spinning you around in a circle before setting you back down.

"I missed you," he says, his eyes shining with excitement. "God, I've missed you so much."

"I've missed you too," you reply, your heart fluttering in your chest. "How was your flight?"

"It was good," he says, his hands already starting to wander down your body. "But it's nothing compared to being here with you."

You laugh and swat his hands away, but you can't help the smile that spreads across your face. It's been months since you two last saw each other, and you can feel the heat building between you already.

"Let me take a shower and then we can catch up," you say, pulling away from him.

"Can I join you?" he asks, his eyes darkening with desire.

You hesitate for a moment, but the thought of his hands on your body is too tempting to resist. "Okay," you say, nodding your head. "But no funny business."

He grins and follows you into the bathroom, stripping off his clothes as he goes. By the time you step into the shower, he's already naked and waiting for you.

You step under the hot water and let it wash over you, closing your eyes and sighing with pleasure.

As the water cascades over your body, you can feel the tension of the day slowly melting away. You're aware of his presence behind you, the heat of his skin just inches from yours, and it sends shivers down your spine.

A mix of excitement and nervousness bubbles within you, but you focus on the soothing sensation of the water, trying to stay in the moment.

You feel Max's hands on your hips, pulling you closer to him, and you open your eyes to see him looking down at you with a hungry expression.

His touch is electric, sending tingles through your skin as his fingers trace the curve of your waist.

The warmth of his breath against your neck makes your heart race, and you can feel the firm press of his body against yours, grounding you in the intensity of the moment.

The combination of the steamy water and his closeness creates a heady, intoxicating atmosphere that leaves you breathless.

"I love your smell," he says, pressing his nose into your shoulder and inhaling deeply.

You laugh and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. His tongue slides into your mouth and you moan, feeling his hard cock pressing against your stomach.

"I've missed you," you say again, your voice husky with desire.

The intensity of it all is overwhelming, a blend of longing, passion, and a deep-seated connection that seems to transcend words. Each touch, each breath, feels like a reaffirmation of something profound and unspoken between us.

My heart pounds in my chest, a rhythm that mirrors the urgency and desire coursing through my veins.

He growls and picks you up, pinning you against the shower wall and thrusting his hips against yours. You can feel the heat building between us, your body responding to his touch without hesitation.

"I need you," he says, his voice low and urgent. "I need to be inside you."

You nod, unable to speak. You want him just as much as he wants you. He reaches down and guides his cock inside you, and you gasp at the feeling of him filling you up.

He starts to move, thrusting in and out of you with a desperate need. You wrap your legs around his waist and hold on, your nails digging into his shoulders as he fucks you harder and harder.

"Yes, yes," you moan, your head falling back against the shower wall. "Fuck, Max, yes."

He groans and quickens his pace, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you over and over again. You can feel yourself getting close, your body tensing up as the pleasure builds.

"I'm going to cum," you gasp, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Cum for me," he says, his voice strained. "Cum all over my cock."

You cry out as you come, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave. He follows you over the edge, his cock twitching inside you as he releases.

You stay like that for a moment, your bodies slick with sweat and water. He pulls you close and kisses you softly. You wrap your arms around his neck, your heart still pounding in your chest.

You take a deep breath as you slowly come back to reality. He kisses you again, slow and soft this time, and you can feel the love between us.

The warmth of his body against mine is comforting, and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat soothes the lingering intensity of our encounter. My muscles, still trembling from the peak of pleasure, begin to relax as I take in the scent of his skin mixed with the steam of the shower.

As we stand there, enveloped in each other’s embrace, I feel a profound sense of contentment and connection, a silent promise of love and devotion.

"I love you," he says, his eyes shining with emotion.

"I love you too," you reply, your heart swelling with happiness.

You finish your shower and dry off, getting dressed in comfortable clothes before settling on the couch to catch up on each other's lives.

But even as you talk and laugh, your mind keeps drifting back to the feel of his body against yours, his cock inside you.

You know that you have a long night ahead, and you can't wait to explore every inch of each other's bodies. . . .

Today, Max's desire for you was really insatiable, and he follows you around the house after an intense bathroom encounter.

"I'm not done yet," Max mutters, his voice low and husky with need.

You try to resist, but his touch is intoxicating, and you find yourself unable to deny him. As you walk into the kitchen, he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close.

"Max, I'm tired," you protest, but your words lack conviction.

He nuzzles your neck, his lips brushing against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. "Just a little while longer," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear.

His hands start to wander, caressing your body in all the right places. You feel yourself weakening, your resistance melting away. He lifts you up onto the kitchen counter, spreading your legs apart.

"Max, what are you doing?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

"I want you," he says, his voice filled with longing.

"We shouldn't, you have something tomorrow," you start, but Max's lips on yours stop you mid-sentence.

"Stop thinking," he mutters against your mouth, his kiss deepening as if to erase any lingering doubts.

You try to pull away, rational thoughts battling with the desire flooding your veins, but Max's grip tightens, his hands firm and persuasive.

"Max, we really should..." you attempt to protest once more, though the words come out softer, less certain.

"Just this once," he pleads, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your heart race. "I'll make it worth your while."

His hands continue their exploration, coaxing and caressing in ways that make coherent thought nearly impossible. You let out a sigh, knowing that resisting him is futile, especially when he's like this.

"Okay, but just this once," you finally concede, your voice barely audible as you give in, your body already responding to his every touch.

Max started kissing you again, his tongue exploring your mouth. You moaned, your head falling back as he trailed kisses down your neck. His hands were everywhere, touching and caressing you.

"You feel so good," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear.

You moaned, your hips bucking up to meet his. "Max," You said, your voice breathless.

Max didn't need any more encouragement. He slid into you, filling you up completely. You moaned, your hands gripping his shoulders.

"Fuck, you're tight," he said, his voice strained.

You moaned, your hips moving in time with his. "Max, harder," You said, your voice a whisper.

Max started thrusting harder, his cock hitting you in all the right spots. How he managed to hit it every time, you'll never know.

You moaned, your head falling back as pleasure washed over you.

"Yes, Max, yes," You said, your voice breathless.

Max leaned down, taking one of your nipples into his mouth. He sucked and bit, his hands gripping your hips. You moaned, your fingers digging into his shoulders.

"Oh, fuck, Max," You said, your voice strained.

Max started thrusting harder and faster, his cock hitting me deeper and deeper. You moaned, your head thrown back as pleasure consumed you.

"Max, I'm close," You said, your voice breathless.

Max groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Me too," he said, his voice strained.

You moaned, your orgasm rushing over you. "Max, yes, yes," You said, your voice a whisper.

Max groaned, his cock twitching inside you as he came. We both sat there, panting and sweating, for a few moments.

"I told you I wasn't done yet," he whispers, his voice filled with satisfaction.

You smile, feeling a mix of exhaustion and contentment as you catch your breath. "You definitely weren't," you murmur, running your fingers through his hair.

"But we really shouldn't make this a habit," you add with a teasing grin, although a part of you knows it's going to be hard to resist him in the future.

He chuckles softly, lifting his head to look into your eyes. "We'll see about that," he says, his tone both playful and serious. "For now, let's just enjoy this moment," he suggests, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

You nod, cuddling closer, feeling his warmth enveloping you as you both drift into a peaceful silence, savoring the aftermath of your passionate encounter.

His charisma and the undeniable chemistry you share make it difficult to keep your distance. Every touch, every glance between you seems to ignite a fire that can't easily be extinguished.

As much as you try to remind yourself of the complications, the magnetic pull you feel towards him is almost impossible to ignore.

He rests his head at the crook of your neck, pressing gentle kisses along your skin. Each kiss sends a shiver down your spine, and occasionally, he teases you with a playful bite that makes you gasp softly.

The intimacy of the moment, the way he seems to know exactly how to make you feel alive, only deepens your connection. You close your eyes, losing yourself in the sensation, his breath warm against your neck.

As you lie there, you can't help but think about the complexities of your relationship. Part of you knows that allowing yourself to get swept up in this passion could lead to complications, but another part of you craves the intensity of your bond.

His touch, his presence, everything about him feels like a magnet pulling you in. For now, you decide to surrender to the moment, letting the warmth of his kisses and the comfort of his embrace wash over you.

His lips continue their tender assault, and you can't help but tilt your head, giving him better access.

"You're making it very hard to resist," you whisper, your voice barely above a breath.

He pauses, looking up at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Good," he murmurs against your skin, his breath warm and tantalizing, "because I don't intend to be resisted."

The line between desire and restraint blurs further as you both surrender to the undeniable chemistry that binds you.

Suddenly, he scoops you up with a swift, effortless motion, his strong arms sliding beneath your thighs. You gasp in surprise, clinging to him as he carries you towards the bedroom, his eyes never leaving yours.

The playful glint in his gaze only fuels the fire within you, making your heart race even faster. The world around you fades away, leaving only the two of you and the magnetic pull that binds you together.

As he lays you gently on the bed, you feel the anticipation building, every nerve in your body alight with desire. His hands trace delicate patterns along your skin, each touch leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.

The room is filled with the soft sounds of your shared breaths and the quiet hum of your heartbeat. In this moment, nothing else matters except the undeniable connection you share, and you surrender completely, allowing yourself to be consumed by the intensity of your bond.

He leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "You know, we should go to sleep. We've got a lot of things happening tomorrow."

You blink, the haze of desire lifting slightly as reality seeps back in. "You're right," you murmur, though part of you aches to continue this intimate dance.

Max grins, his eyes twinkling with a mixture of mischief and affection.

"But," he says, his voice softening, "just because we need to sleep doesn't mean we can't enjoy these small moments."

You smile, feeling a warmth spread through you that has nothing to do with physical touch. "True," you reply, snuggling closer to him.

Max then traced his fingers across your back, sending tingles down your spine. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as if he were memorizing every curve and contour.

You closed your eyes, savoring the sensation and the quiet intimacy that wrapped around you both like a cocoon. The world outside seemed so far away, its demands and responsibilities unable to penetrate the sacred bubble you had created together.

As his fingers continued their slow, deliberate journey, you felt a sense of peace settle over you. The day's worries melted away, replaced by the comforting rhythm of his touch.

Max's presence was a soothing balm, grounding you in the here and now. "These moments are what make everything else worthwhile," he whispered, his breath stirring the hair at the nape of your neck.

You nodded, a contented smile playing on your lips. In this shared silence, you both found solace, knowing that no matter what tomorrow brought, you would face it together.

The gentle caress of Max's fingers, combined with the rhythmic rise and fall of his breathing, lulled you into a state of serene drowsiness. You felt your thoughts begin to drift, each one softer and more distant than the last.

It was as if the very essence of the night was wrapping around you, pulling you gently into its embrace. The boundaries between wakefulness and sleep blurred, and you let yourself be carried away by the tranquility of the moment.

You didn't know when you fell asleep, only that you awoke to the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains.

Max's arm was still around you, his presence a constant, reassuring anchor. For a moment, you simply lay there, basking in the warmth of his body and the quiet promise of a new day.

The world outside might have been calling, but here, in this space, you found a rare and precious peace.

Birdsong filled the air, a melodic chorus that signaled the start of a new day. The gentle rustling of leaves in the morning breeze added a soothing backdrop, while the distant hum of early morning traffic provided a subtle reminder of the world beyond your sanctuary.

These sounds blended together, creating a harmonious symphony that welcomed you into the day with a sense of calm and renewal.

As you stretched, you felt a dull ache in your muscles, a lingering reminder of the previous day's exertions. A blush crept up your cheeks as fleeting memories of yesterday's passionate moments surfaced.

The way Max had looked at you, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and tenderness, played over in your mind. Each touch, each whispered word had left an indelible mark, a testament to the intensity of your connection.

You turned your head slightly, watching Max's peaceful expression as he continued to sleep.

The blush deepened as your gaze traced the line of his jaw, recalling how it felt beneath your fingers.

Despite the soreness, a small smile formed on your lips, gratitude filling your heart for the beautiful moments you shared. The day ahead might be demanding, but the memory of yesterday's shared intimacy provided a wellspring of strength and joy to draw from.

Suddenly, Max's hand on your waist started to move, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your skin. "Does it still hurt?" you heard him mutter, his voice thick with sleep and concern.

Startled, you turned to face him, your cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink. "A little," you admitted shyly, avoiding his gaze. "But it's a good kind of sore."

Max's eyes softened as he looked at you, a tender smile playing on his lips. "I'm sorry if I was too rough," he whispered, gently brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

You shook your head, a small, bashful smile forming on your lips. "No, it was perfect," you reassured him, feeling a rush of warmth at his caring touch. "Really, Max, it was perfect."

His smile widened, and he pulled you closer, wrapping you in his comforting embrace as the world outside slowly came to life. . . .

The sun streams through the window blinds, casting stripes of light and shadow across the living room floor. You sprawl on the couch, idly flipping through the channels on the TV, your thoughts drifting to Max, who's off at the gym.

It had been a few days since your last intimate moment with Max, and the memory lingered in your mind, a sweet ache that you couldn’t shake.

The way his touch had made your skin tingle, the sound of his breath mingling with yours, it all felt so vivid, so immediate, even though it was already slipping into the past.

You found yourself craving that connection again, the way your bodies fit together perfectly, like two puzzle pieces finally finding their match.

As you continued to flip through the channels, a wave of longing washed over you. You imagined him walking through the door, still sweaty from his workout, his muscles taut and glistening.

You could almost feel the heat radiating from his body as he leaned down to kiss you, his lips a perfect blend of tenderness and urgency.

The thought sent a shiver down your spine, and you knew that when he comes back, you would make sure to remind him just how much you missed him.

A smile plays at the corners of your lips as you remember the way he looked this morning, his hair still mussed from sleep and his eyes bright with excitement for the day ahead.

The sound of the front door opening startles you out of your reverie. Max walks in, his cheeks flushed from exertion and his eyes filled with a warmth that sends a shiver down your spine.

He crosses the room in a few long strides, dropping a kiss on your forehead as he passes.

"Hey, babe," he says, his voice low and husky. "How was your day?"

"Boring without you," you reply, reaching up to brush a lock of hair out of his eyes. "How was your workout?"

"Good," he says, his gaze dropping to your lips. "But not as good as what I have in mind for later."

Your heart skips a beat as he leans down, pressing his lips to yours in a slow, lingering kiss. His tongue traces the seam of your lips, and you open to him, welcoming the invasion with a sigh of pleasure.

The kiss deepens, and you find yourself pulling him down onto the couch, your legs tangling with his as you explore each other's mouths. His hands roam over your body, cupping your breasts and teasing your nipples through the fabric of your shirt.

"God, I want you," he growls, his breath hot against your ear. "I've been thinking about this all day."

"Me too," you pant, your fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. "I need you, Max."

He helps you strip off his shirt, his eyes darkening as he takes in the sight of your bare skin. His hands are warm and sure as they explore your body, his fingers tracing patterns of fire across your skin.

You arch up against him, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he nips at your earlobe, his tongue tracing the curve of your neck. He slides a hand between your legs, his fingers finding the damp heat of your pussy.

"You're so wet," he murmurs, his voice low and rough. "I can't wait to taste you."

He drops to his knees, his hands sliding up your thighs as he presses kisses to your skin. His tongue darts out, tracing the seam of your panties, and you moan, your hips bucking up against his mouth.

He hooks his fingers in the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs and tossing them aside. His tongue finds your clit, circling and teasing the sensitive nub until you're squirming with pleasure.

"Max, please," you gasp, your fingers threading through his hair. "I need more."

He looks up at you, his eyes dark with desire. "Beg for it," he says, his voice low and commanding.

"Please, Max," you beg, your voice shaking with need. "Fuck me with your tongue. I want to feel you inside me."

He growls, his tongue plunging into your pussy with a hunger that makes you cry out. He licks and sucks, his fingers joining in, thrusting in and out of your slick heat.

You're close, so close, and then he curls his fingers, finding that spot inside you that sends you spiraling over the edge. You come hard, your back arching off the couch as you scream his name.

He stands, his cock hard and throbbing against his pants. He strips off his pants and boxers, his cock springing free, thick and hard and ready for you.

You sit up, reaching for him, pulling him down onto the couch. He settles between your legs, his cock nudging at your entrance.

"Look at me," he says, his voice low and intense.

You meet his gaze, your eyes locked as he thrusts into you, filling you completely. You moan, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he starts to move.

He sets a punishing pace, his hips slamming against yours as he fucks you hard and deep. You meet him thrust for thrust, your bodies slick with sweat as you chase your release.

"Yes, Max," you gasp, your nails raking down his back. "Harder, fuck me harder."

He growls, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he nears his climax.

You can only moan in response, your body overwhelmed with pleasure. Max's thrusts become more erratic, his balls slapping against your ass. You can feel yourself getting close, your muscles tensing up.

"Max, I'm gonna cum," you gasp, your nails digging into his shoulders.

Max grunts, his thrusts becoming more forceful. "Cum for me, baby. I want to feel you tighten around my cock."

It's all it takes for you to tip over the edge, your orgasm ripping through your body. You cry out, your muscles clenching around Max's cock. He groans, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he reaches his own release.

"Fuck, yes," he growls, his cock twitching inside you.

You both collapse onto the couch, your bodies spent. Max pulls out, his cum spilling out of your pussy. He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

"Feeling better now?" he asks, smirking.

You can't help but laugh, your body still humming with pleasure. "Much better, thanks to you."

Max chuckles, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "Glad to hear it," he murmurs, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your thigh.

"I was thinking, maybe next time we could try something new. I’ve been wanting to explore a few ideas with you."

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? And what exactly did you have in mind?" His smirk widens, eyes darkening with mischief. "You'll just have to wait and see," he whispers, planting another kiss on your lips.

The promise of what’s to come sends another thrill through you, and you smile, anticipation already building for your next encounter. . . .

[simphornies]

AAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE YOUR VOX CONTENT SHDKSJSJSJ- The skrunkly TV man is fr my latest obsession hahahaha! If you don't mind, I'd like to request a Vox x fem!reader where reader just loves messing with Vox(leaving sticky notes all over his things just saying the cutest stuff, lipstick marks all over his monitor and not saying anything until everyone but him notices, teasing him at work, etc.)

- 🖥️ Anon

A/N: I love writing stories where the reader teases and messes with Vox. Please do send more when requests open back up!

Word count: 1.3k (1,311)

Warnings: suggestive behavior and ending

Distraction - Vox x F!Reader

Vox squinted at everyone that looked at him funny today. Which was everyone. He didn’t understand why he kept getting looks from his employees. It wasn’t until Velvette took a selfie with him before running off that he realized he’d been walking around all day with his screen covered in kiss marks. And he knew exactly where the culprit was.

You lazily sat in Vox’s office chair, aimlessly scrolling through your phone. You looked up and saw blue electricity making its way towards you. You leaned over his desk, head resting on your palm with a sneaky smirk on your face. “Hey Vox!”

“Y/N! You know I love you but why the fuck would you send me off for the day with my screen like this?” He screamed before leaning close to your face. You giggled in response, giving him another kiss that left a mark.

“You didn’t ask.” You grinned, winking at him, “And how else am I supposed to let other people know that you’re mine?”

Your words made his face turn red, “Th-that’s—” He cleared his throat after it cracked, “That’s nonsense! You don’t have to prove anything, you know I’m yours and you’re mine. Any sinner stupid enough to test their boundaries will learn.”

You hummed as you wiped his face clean of lipstick marks, “Not good enough for me.” After his face was nice and clean, you got off his chair and gestured for him to sit.

He sat down and you immediately climbed on his lap. “You’re going to be the death of me.” He sighs, kissing the back of your neck softly.

“So dramatic.” You giggled.

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Vox wasn’t too busy the next day so he mainly stayed in his office, lazing around. It didn’t take long for you to happily waltz into his office. He was drinking his coffee when he looked up at you and immediately spat it out. “What are you wearing?” He coughed, “You didn’t walk around my building like that, did you?”

You laughed, “Heavens no! I came straight from my room to you. Do you like it?” You gave him a twirl, showing off your outfit with a wink. The outfit in question? A keyhole turtleneck with your laced bra peeking through. A laced bra he knew too well. It was your lingerie. You paired it with a skirt not too revealing but definitely hugged your curves perfectly with a small detail at the bottom that read ‘Vox’ with a heart.

He just stared at you after he recovered from his near death experience via coffee. “It’s…I like it.” He stuttered out. You walked around his desk and bent down to him.

“From how your eyes lingered, I’m going to safely assume you recognize something, huh?” You tease, “The powerful overlord wrapped around my finger all from a simple detail, how cute!”

“Pff! You’re the one wrapped around my finger.” He confidently says, his claw tracing his name on your skirt, “I’m free for a couple hours if you’re down for—”

Before he could continue flirting with you, you put a finger up to his lips. “I have a meeting to attend with Velvette, sorry babe.” You gave him a quick kiss on the lips before running out of his office.

He blinked, taking a little bit to process that you were indeed going out like that. He ran after you but you were long gone, already with Velvette. He groaned in frustration, jealous that other sinners will see you like that.

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You sat by his feet in his security room, on your phone once again and bored out of your mind. You looked up at Vox, admiring how focused he was when he was working. “Vox?” You softly spoke.

He reaches down and rubs the top of your head, petting you. “Hold on, baby. I’m working.” He muttered, attention still on his screens.

You huffed in response, wanting attention from him. He’d been so busy all week that he’s been ignoring your…needs…as of late. Your eyes wandered from his face down to his pants. You grin mischievously and slowly drag your hand up his thigh, feeling him tense up underneath your palms.

“Y/N? What are you doing?” He looked at you.

“Hm? Oh nothing. Don’t mind me.” You looked at him with innocent eyes. “Nevermind that. What’re you looking at?” You get up and sit on his lap, purposely positioning yourself to tease him.

“I’m…” His hands held your waist, “I’m looking at how the stats are from this show compared to that one. I need to see which one’s losing revenue so I can switch it up.” He explained, his focus faltering.

You nodded in response and pushed up on him, “Ah. I see. How about you take this show off? Not a lot of sinners talk about it online and I haven’t seen any recent reviews on it.” You shifted to turn your body so you can look at him, your movement creating friction where he wanted it the most.

“Uh. Sorry what? Can you repeat that?” His grip on your waist tightened. You caught his attention.

“Hm?” You smirk at his reaction, getting up and relishing in the disappointment in his face, “Oh. This show. No more of this show. I think I’m…distracting you. So I’ll be taking my leave. Love you, honey.” You leave him with a kiss. You were already out the door before he could protest, leaving him with a different kind of distraction.

.

“Um. Sir—” A sinner spoke up behind him. He turned around, irritated.

“What is it?” He asks, his impatience clear in his voice making his employee nervous.

“Um! You have…you have sticky notes…on your face.” He nervously stated before running away at the sight of his reaction.

Vox zapped to the nearest mirror and saw the multitude of notes on his face.

“Property of Y/N” clearly written on one of them. The others were little doodles of the two of you along with little hearts. He blinked, confused and wondering when you had the chance to do this. Then it clicked.

You were very touchy earlier that day, constantly caressing his screen while he was deep in his work and peppering him with kisses all over. You didn’t wear lipstick so he didn’t think that you’d left anything on his face. How foolish of him to think you weren’t up to something.

“Y/N!” He screamed loudly down the hallway. You quickly get up, “Val! Don’t tell him I’m here!” You said as you hid in his gun closet.

Vox swung the door open, looking around the room. “Val. Where is she?”

Valentino squinted at him. He leaned closer to make sure the little blobs of yellow on his screen was exactly what he thought it was. When he realized they were indeed sticky notes he burst out into laughter, further flustering Vox.

“Quit fucking laughing and tell me where she is! I know she’s in here!” He yelled, screen a bright red.

Valentino took a picture of him and sent it to Velvette. “You look so fuckin’ hilarious.” He wheezed out as he gestured to your hiding spot.

Vox stomped over to his gun closet, swinging it open. You looked up at him, a nervous laugh escaping out of you. “Haha…Hey Vox!” You smiled.

He picked you up bridal style, walking to his room to punish you for being a little brat as of lately. Before he could make it to his room, an employee ran up and began to walk beside him.

“S-sir? You have meetings later tod—”

“Can’t you see I’m busy? Clear my schedule for the rest of the day.” He snapped at him and slammed his door.

Safe to say you got the attention you’d been begging for all week. And you definitely needed help to walk the day after.

[riediaries]

you sigh at the scene outside of the classroom. the four of you was left inside the four cornered room when the electricity suddenly went out of use because of the heavy rain accompanied by lightnings.

"when will yaga-sensei get back?" shoko asks and geto answers. "who knows. he might already be on his room, sleeping." he slightly jokes.

"ugh. so boring. i don't have my cigarettes right now." shoko states and you glare at her.

"when will you stop smoking? it's bad for you health and you're even going to be a doctor.." your face forms a sour expression when shoko just laughs it out.

"don't worry. i'm not gonna smoke around you." she reassures which suguru questions her.

"so, you're gonna smoke around me and satoru?"

"huh.. why, yes. of course." the brown-haired girl chuckles. "you're okay with it, anyways." she shrugs like it was nothing for her.

"not okay with it.." satoru groans as he wakes up.

come to think of it. the annoying blue-eyed freak has been really quite ever since yaga-sensei left. no wonder it's been quite and peaceful when he's out of commission.

"but geto and you don't complain and [name] complains." she points at them.

satoru huffs in defeat, not wanting to talk any longer since he's still sleepy. "anyways, where's yaga?"

"call him yaga-sensei and he's out to see what happened to the electricity." you answer and look at him on his drowsy state.

he's quite.. cute. you admit. spiky yet looking soft hair sticking everywhere and his sleepy eyes made him hundred times even cuter.

just this once, you will admit that he's cute. just this once.

"oh.. it's raining." he says like he just noticed it. "i don't have my umbrella with me.." he murmurs.

"i have mine. you wanna share with me, satoru?" suguru teases his best friend.

"no way! it's better to be alone under the rain than with you in an umbrella." he scrunches his nose to express his clearly disgusted face.

"oh, c'mon! it's not like shoko and [name] have any heart to share their umbrellas with you." geto laughs and looks at the two girls.

"excuse me, geto. i have a heart but gojo doesn't have a room enough to fit on my heart and on my umbrella." you scoffs.

"as if i want to share an umbrella with you, pipsqueak." satoru rolls his eye with you and you did the same.

"like i also want to–"

"okay, okay. let's calm down." suguru rushes to save everyone's day. you and gojo are always fighting, making it everyone else's problem. such a handful duo.

"let's just go home, yeah? i bet the two girls have been wanting to sleep and relax on their dorm rooms." suguru turns to you and smiles. his gentle gestures and thoughts forms a genuine smile on your face.

"yeah. i wanna smoke so bad." shoko adds. geto and you laughs at her. "okay, okay."

"oh wow.. you smile at him but roll your eyes at me?" gojo's amused at the scene with you and geto.

"you don't deserve it." you roll your eyes to him again.

geto chuckles as he turns his body to the white-haired boy that's slumping on his chair, making a smug face.

"hah?" he stands up to make himself do an eye-to-eye contact with the dark-haired male.

"why? i'm simply smiling, satoru." he smiles to tease him more. he knows the subtle gazes of his best friend is sending you. and he knows what kind of gaze was that.

he likes her but still don't know what's that emotion is. but your relationship is like a cat and a dog. a bit kind of rocky because of the boy's often insults. and you're easy to tease, according to gojo.

"your cocky smile makes me think more." gojo raises an eyebrow at his best friend.

his best friend did not explain anything but chuckle. "i don't know. you tell me, satoru."

"you want to take this outside, suguru?"

"under the rain? aren't you romantic–"

"i'm gonna beat the shit out of–"

"okay. pass." shoko tells the two males and makes her way by walking in between of them coincidentally.

you muffle a chuckle under your breath because shoko looks so small when she passed between them.

you grab your bag, following shoko outside.

"sorry [name]. i have to go. yaga-sensei texted me to examine a corpse." shoko apologizes as she shows you the text. she opens her umbrella, still muttering some curses under her breathe.

"okay. bye." you wave your hand at her.

you stare ahead. it is still raining so hard. you wonder if your umbrella can take it or even survive this rain.

"why are you still here?" suguru asks as he stands on your side. satoru follows him but he decided to stand on your other side.

two tall males standing on each of your side. great. i look like a little chick in between two wolves.

"the rain's still..." you look at the rain. geto looks out, too. "ah, yeah. where's shoko? she left you here?"

"yaga-sensei asked for her and i wouldn't dare to follow her on the morgue." you tell him.

"i'm so lucky i have my infinity to protect me from this little rain." satoru scoffs and proudly presenting that his so-called infinity is so helpful at times like this which is true. must be nice.

"no need to be boastful, satoru." suguru snickers at him and then turns to look at you. "you have your umbrella with you, right?"

you nod. "yes.."

"you need any of my curse spirits?" suguru offers. you shake your head as an answer before he heads out.

unbeknown to you, he gave satoru a knowingly look to him and to you. giving satoru an immense blush.

"the mud's a bit dangerous here. so look out!" he waves his hand and you did the same gesture.

you turn to the flustered male beside you. "aren't you going? you have your infinity to protect you in the rain, after all." you state.

he clears his throat, collecting himself for a second. "what? am i not allowed to stay in here for a few minutes?" he scoffs. "besides, i sometimes get headaches when i use it.." he whispers to himself.

"you don't have any umbrella, do you?"

"why would i need it when i am satoru gojo, the holder of infinity and limitless." he boasts himself again.

you open you bag and hands him your umbrella. the blue umbrella you have right now.

he accepts it with uncertainty and he directs his attention to the blue umbrella you handed.

"what's this?" he looks at you.

"an.. umbrella?"

"i'm not stupid." he hisses. "what's this for? for me?" he scoffs. "as i said, i have my–"

you cuts him off. "yeah. your infinity. but you said it makes your head hurt, right? it's better to use it than your technique."

you feel a bit of sympathy to him. great powers always come with great pain.

he's still staring at you.

you? worried for him. worried. she's worried about me! he happily thoughts of how you're worried about him.

his heart is beating so fast that his ears are getting warm but he composes himself to answer you, in order to for you to not notice.

"but blue? you must like me that much." he grins at you, hiding the suppressed smile he's making.

"keep on dreaming, gojo."

"what about you? how are you going to go to your dorm room?"

"i'll just wait for the rain to stop.." which is not going to be as of the moment by just looking at it.

"you make me feel bad." he opens the umbrella and pulls you to his warm body.

"gojo–"

"shut up or else i'll dump you in the mud." he threatens and much to your annoyance, you hit his arm and luckily, your first landed on his dark blue uniform.

he turns off his infinity so that he can at least let the frabic of his uniform touch yours. he silently craves for your touch.

"so ungentlemanly." you comment, brushing away the thought that you can touch him.

"you wound me, sweetheart. i'm just being me."

you roll your eyes for the nth time today because of him. "so annoying."

"pipsqueak."

"freak!"

he just laughs at you and adjusted the umbrella to cover you more than him as you walk together. he can't have you getting sick, after all.

[bangchansdirty-slut]

"Not Too Old For Me"

Paring: Parents Bestfriend!Lee know x Bottom Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: Y/n arrives at her family's vacation home for winter break to find a surprise in their pool.

More: Masterlist

A/n: I just finished my Yeonjun x Bottom Fan!Reader fic. I'll post it later today when I'm less busy.

The crisp winter air nipped at Y/n's nose as she stepped out of the car, her breath forming tiny clouds in front of her face. She stretched her arms overhead, feeling the familiar weight of her luggage dig into her shoulders. The warm vacation home, nestled at the foot of the snow-capped mountains, beckoned her with its inviting glow. She glanced around, taking in the serene winter landscape before her. It was just like she remembered.

But what she didn't remember was her parents inviting one of their friends, Lee Minho, to stay with them for the holidays. As she unloaded her suitcase onto the porch, she couldn't help but wonder why they'd done such a thing. It wasn't as if they were close friends or anything.

Shrugging it off, she made her way inside, removing her coat and boots by the door. The warmth of the house enveloped her like a comforting embrace, driving away the last traces of the cold air. She could hear laughter coming from the living room, where her parents were having a glass of wine with Minho. He was a tall, handsome man in his mid-thirties, with a charming smile and an air of confidence that seemed to draw people to him.

With a sigh, Y/n headed upstairs to her room to unpack. She glanced out the window as she passed by and caught a glimpse of Minho, his muscles glistening with water as he stepped out of the pool. Her heart skipped a beat as he turned around, revealing his perfectly toned backside. Suddenly, she felt a strange thrill coursing through her veins. This was going to be an interesting vacation indeed.

After putting away her clothes, she slipped into a revealing black swimsuit and made her way downstairs. The backyard was huge, with a pool and plenty of lounge chairs scattered around. As she stepped into the pool, the cool water enveloped her body, making her gasp. It felt so refreshing after being cooped up inside for so long. She swam a few laps, enjoying the freedom of the water, before deciding to lie down on one of the loungers to soak up some sun.

A few minutes later, she heard footsteps behind her and turned to see Minho emerging from the house. He was still shirtless, his chest glistening with droplets of water. He smiled at her, revealing a set of perfectly straight white teeth. "Hey, Y/n. Mind if I join you?" he asked, sitting down in the lounger next to hers.

She felt a rush of heat spread through her body at his proximity. "Uh, no, I guess not," she managed to reply, her voice sounding a little shaky. He leaned closer to her, his arm brushing against hers, and the air between them seemed to crackle with electricity. For a moment, she considered trying to seduce him, to see where things might go. But then she remembered her parents would be gone for two days, leaving them alone together…and that thought sent a thrill of excitement coursing through her.

Minho must have sensed her nervousness, because he smiled reassuringly and patted her leg. "It's okay, I won't bite. Relax and enjoy the sun." As he spoke, his hand lingered on her thigh, sending tingles up her spine. She could feel her heart racing and her breath coming faster. This was dangerous territory, but she couldn't seem to help herself. She wanted to explore where this attraction was leading.

The next few hours passed in a haze of swimming and flirting. Y/n's parents had already left to get Y/n's sister from boarding school. They talked about everything from movies to travel, and Y/n couldn't help but feel drawn to him. His eyes were piercing and intense, and when he smiled at her, it felt like the sun had come out from behind a cloud. They even shared a few intimate moments, their bodies pressed tightly together as they kissed beneath the warm summer sun.

As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the pool and the surrounding landscape, Minho suggested they move inside. He led her through the house and into the Minho's bedroom, where they collapsed onto the bed, their bodies still wet from the pool. "Y/n, are you sure you want to do this. I'm twice your age. Aren't I too old for you?"

Y/n looks at Minho and says "I'm sure. You are not too old for me." He began to kiss her neck, his lips trailing Lower and Lower, while his hands explored her body, caressing and teasing. She arched her back, wanting more, needing him to touch her.He pulled away for a moment, his eyes meeting hers. "Do you trust me?" he whispered. She nodded, her heart racing. He smiled, his hand moving Lower still, until it was cupping her bare breast. He squeezed gently, rolling her nipple between his fingers. She let out a moan, her hips pressing against his hand. He leaned in, taking her nipple into his mouth, sucking softly as his other hand moved Lower still, slipping between her legs. She cried out as he found her already wet, her body trembling with desire.

His fingers moved in a rhythm that was both familiar and new, as if he knew exactly how to touch her, how to make her lose control. She arched her back off the bed, her nails digging into his shoulders as she came undone beneath his touch. She could feel the heat rising within her, spreading through her body like wildfire. He continued to stroke her, his fingers moving faster and faster, until she felt a second, even more intense orgasm building deep inside her.

As she neared the brink, he pulled his fingers away, leaving her aching for more. "You're so wet, Y/n," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. He rolled onto his knees, positioning himself between her spread legs. She gasped as she felt the head of his erection pressing against her entrance. He looked down at her, his eyes dark and intense, and slowly, carefully, he pushed inside. She cried out as he filled her, the sensation of being so completely joined with him overwhelming her senses.

He began to move, his hips meeting hers in a rhythm that was both gentle and demanding. He leaned down, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking as he thrust deeper. She arched her back, moaning loudly as their bodies moved together, the sounds of their passion echoing through the room.

As they became lost in the sensation of being joined, the last vestiges of daylight faded away, replaced by the warm glow of the lamps. The air in the room seemed to hum with anticipation as they explored each other's bodies, their movements growing more urgent and intense. Minho's thrusts became deeper, harder, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he fought to control the building urgency within him.

Y/n arched her back, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as she met his every stroke. She felt herself getting closer, the pressure building inside her, demanding release. With a cry that seemed to come from the depths of her soul, she came, her body convulsing beneath him as waves of pleasure washed over her. Minho followed close behind, his eyes squeezed shut, his back arching as he emptied himself deep inside her.

They lay tangled together on the bed, their breath coming in ragged gasps, their hearts racing. Minho rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at her. "That was… incredible," he murmured, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. Y/n couldn't help but return the smile, feeling a sense of warmth and contentment spread through her.

"I've never… I've never felt anything like that before," she confessed, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a tender kiss before replying, "Neither have I." They lay there for several long moments, lost in the afterglow of their passion, the world around them fading away as they basked in the glow of their connection.

As their breathing began to steady, Minho propped himself up on an elbow, gazing down at her. "Do you want to take a shower?" he asked, running a finger lightly down her cheek. She nodded, her eyes shining with unshed tears. He smiled reassuringly, then rolled off the bed and onto his feet. He extended a hand to help her up, and she took it, allowing him to pull her to her feet.

The walk to the bathroom was a surreal experience as if they were in a bubble, the world around them fading away. He turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature until it was just right, then helped her step under the spray. The warm water cascaded down over them, washing away the sweat and the traces of their passion.

[bradshawsweetheart]

Good Vibrations | Jake Seresin x Reader |

SUMMARY: Making a bet with Jake Seresin never involved low stakes. This time, after losing to your boyfriend, his "winnings" included you testing out a new sex toy he picked up — not only in public, but in a last minute decision of in the presence of both strangers and your friends. Surely you could be discreet. This would be a cakewalk... Right? WORD COUNT: ~3.08K WARNINGS: THIS BLOG IS 18+ SO JUST ASSUME ANYTHING GOES. MINORS DNI. Swearing, alcohol mention (no one is drunk but worth mentioning), smut, softdom Jake, voyeurism, exhibitionism, edging, oral (f receiving), fingering, praise kink, dumbification (affectionate), Jake being a smug bastard. A/N: I wrote this for this request I received a while back! I hope you enjoy!

“A bet is a bet, darlin’. I don’t make the rules.” Jake smirked. You tried your best to convince him to save his little game for another time, but he wasn’t budging. At all.

“Yeah, a bet we made before agreeing to go to the bowling alley with Bob and Phoenix. And actually, yes, you did make the rules.” You whined as you gripped his hand tighter, forcing a smile on your face as the two of you approached the small table that the pilot and WSO were waiting at.

After a few rounds passed, Bob and Natasha were absolutely destroying you in duos. 

“I thought you were good at this game, Bagman?” Natasha quipped tauntingly after Bob rolled yet another perfect strike. He now had a turkey when neither of you had gotten anything better than a spare during the entire game. You were getting absolutely creamed; it was embarrassing. Yet somehow, contrary to any kind of normalcy, neither of you seemed to care. “You talk a lot of game for someone who’s losing by an embarrassing amount already.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re lucky my mind is elsewhere tonight or else you’d both be going home cryin’ to mama.” Jake chuckled before he dug a couple of shiny quarters from his pocket and bounced over to the jukebox. How he managed to be so cocky while actively losing was beyond you – any other time, he would be sore about it for two weeks minimum. Natasha raised a brow at you, amused, and you returned a playful eyeroll.

“I’ve never known you to focus on anything other than winning, so I’m calling bullshit.” Bob scoffed before offering a lopsided smile to meet your sheepish gaze. 

You watched Jake curiously as he seemed to be intently searching for a specific song, and not long after, The Beach Boys’s Good Vibrations started to bump throughout the half-empty, neon-lit bowling alley. Your face fell when he swaggered back to the table with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. You thought that maybe he had forgotten about your arrangement until you felt the cool metal of the tiny remote being lightly dragged up your bare thigh under the table when he sat back down. You shuddered before sending him a warning glare. Natasha expertly sent her ball down the lane, and as soon as it collided with the pins, a powerful vibration from inside your underwear sent electricity through your core. You lurched forward and a guttural groan flew from your mouth before you could stop it. Bob whipped his head around to face you, concern evident on his face.

I’m pickin’ up good vibrations

She’s giving me excitations

“Are you alright?” Bob asked, reaching a comforting hand toward you. 

Jake quickly wrapped an arm around you and pulled you, along with your stool, closer to his side. His touch was the only one you would know when you were turned on, and he was not about to let another man put his hands on you while you were already teetering on the edge of euphoria. You began to scramble for a response as Jake upped the strength of the vibrations by one level.

“Y-Yeah, I’m okay. Just – just bummed for you that it wasn’t a strike. Phoenix, your form was per… perfect.” You stammered; your knuckles turned white as you tightened your grip on the edge of your chair. Jake shoved a fistful of nachos in his mouth to hide his smirk, which earned a suspicious look from Bob.

“Ugh, I know. I got the next one, though.” Natasha chirped at your compliment with a confident wink before turning on her heel to retrieve the ball to roll for a spare. 

Jake brought his hand to rest on your bare thigh and began rubbing circles on your skin with his calloused thumb. The combination of the vibrations and just this simple contact from his hand was giving you goosebumps. You adjusted your position on the uncomfortably hard plastic of your chair.

“You okay, sugar?” Jake asked innocently. You shot daggers at him. The corner of his lips quirked upward.

When I look in her eyes

She goes with me to a blossom world

“Just peachy.” You replied curtly, exhaling slowly through your nose. 

His pinky slowly trailed further up your thigh until it was brushing along the edge of your skirt, his middle and ring fingers teasingly pushing up and down between the plush of your thighs. You pressed your legs tighter together to halt his cruel teasing as he smugly watched your eyebrows furrow. You tried to keep your breathing even as you watched Bob and Natasha, who were thankfully too lost in their climb to victory to notice what a menace Jake was being.

I don’t know where but she sends me there

(Oh, my-my, what a sensation)

“You’re up,” Bob nodded to Jake. Jake was quick to pull away from you as he popped up and strode over to take position. He kept one hand in his pocket as he eyed the lane and readjusted his aim a couple of times. “One-handed in a way that you couldn’t care less. What, d’you give up already?” Bob teased. Despite him being on the opposite team, you loved when Bob would start to smack-talk after a few beers. He really came out of his shell whenever it was time for a little friendly competition.

“This is how a real pro operates, kiddo. Take notes.” Jake responded without breaking his focused gaze on the pins.

“Yeah, let’s see how far that gets you.” 

And with that, Jake took his shot and rolled a perfect strike; and in doing so, he upped the vibration strength in his pocket the moment the ball collided with the pins yet again. A higher pitched moan left you and you did your absolute best to disguise it as a celebratory cheer. You were relieved when it seemed to pay off. Bob’s jaw was slack as he marveled at Jake’s shot.

“That’s how the adults play, Baby On Board,” Jake chided as he made his way back to his seat next to you. Bob rolled his shoulders back with a grimace as he muttered to himself. 

Gotta keep those lovin' good vibrations a-happenin' with her

“You’re up, chickadee.” He grinned at you, subtly adjusting his jeans to conceal his growing erection as he watched your face. Your eyelids were struggling to remain open as the sensations took hold over you. The mischievous glint in his eye was as prominent as it ever could be. You narrowed your eyes at him as you stood, a little unsteady on your feet as the vibrations against your increasingly dripping core remained constant. You pick up your ball from the rack and move to take position. Your senses were overwhelmed as the consequence of Jake’s winnings kept at your clit; everything was suddenly too loud, the entire joint smelled overwhelmingly like beer and fried food, and now you were squinting against the pink and blue of the neon that was reflecting off the recently waxed wood. You took a deep breath and aimed your ball before sending it flying down the lane. You thought that now that you were front and center, with everyone’s eyes on you, you would be safe from Jake’s antics. You thought wrong.

(Ahhhhh!)

Your ball sped toward the pins and collided, successfully knocking them all down and earning yourself a perfect strike – your first of the night. 

Good, good, good, good vibrations

The biggest grin found its place on your face and just as you jumped up to celebrate, you fell to your knees with a high pitched whine as Jake upped the intensity by several levels. Bob flew out of his chair to kneel beside you, placing his hand on your arm as you trembled, your head bowed to the floor. Jake’s skin burned as he watched Bob’s hand on your skin, but he let it slide. This was his doing, after all. Jake stood from his chair and was behind you immediately as he turned the toy off with the remote in his pocket. You bit your lip to conceal your pathetic whimper at the sudden loss of stimulation.

“Are you okay? What happened?” Natasha questioned in a rush as she dropped her knees to the floor beside you.

Good, good, good, good vibrations

“I’m okay,” you reassured them, exhaling slowly and keeping your voice steady. You couldn’t do this much longer. The desperation for relief was overwhelming you. “It’s just really hot in here. I think I just need to splash some water on my face.” Natasha glanced down at her jacket – she was freezing, even with the alcohol in her system – but she nodded nonetheless.

“Do you want me to go with you?” She offered, standing slowly and steadying you against her elbow as she pulled you up with her. She searched your face with genuine concern. It kind of made you want to elbow Jake in the ribs for making your friends think there was something seriously wrong with your health at the moment. You flicked your eyes back over your shoulder to meet Jake’s — you could tell he was struggling to keep a straight face at this point. His lips quirked as he watched you, bringing a firm hand to rest at the small of your back and teasingly rubbing underneath your shirt with his thumb. Your breath hitched. You shook your head rapidly at Natasha’s offer and waved her off, offering an appreciative smile. Jake’s features were only half-apologetic as he pulled you against him and leaned down to give a chaste kiss to your forehead. You playfully sighed in annoyance at him. You agreed to his terms when you made the bet. You just didn’t think he would be so remorseless in his use of the new toy in public. 

Bob shifted anxiously on his feet as he observed you, subtly bopping his head to You Dropped A Bomb On Me by The Gap Band that was now playing on the jukebox. You bopped your head in time with him with a small smile and watched him visibly relax.

“It’s just hot in here. I’ll be much better when I come back.” You reassured them again as the trio watched cautiously. Jake’s eyebrow quirked as you passed him. He knew what your plan entailed and he wasn’t too thrilled about it.

You hurried to the bathroom, quickly locking yourself into one of the stalls and leaned back against the cool metal of the door. You bit your lip to keep yourself quiet as you dipped your hand into your underwear, desperate for relief and suppressing a moan when your fingers ghosted over your sensitive clit. You didn’t even bother to check if the bathroom was empty – frankly, you were too on edge to care. After a few minutes, Jake excused himself to go check on you. He looked both ways before practically flinging himself into the women’s restroom and closing the door behind him hastily.

“What’s got you so worked up, baby?” Jake drawled after making sure it was just the two of you in the room. You whimpered at him quietly. He took a moment — finally alone — to adjust his pants more openly and palm over his hardening cock. He took notice of your feet under the stall door and imagined the way you were positioned. He pictured your brows knit, bottom lip between your teeth as you ran your fingers through your folds and desperately grinding down onto your hand for relief. He was painfully hard just at the thought of it. Jake locked the bathroom door behind him — whoever might have needed to come in here could wait. 

At the click of the lock, you were out of the stall and on him in a flash, desperately pulling him against you and attaching your lips to his. He grinned into the kiss as your lips moved feverishly together. He secured one hand against the back of your neck and his other on your hip as he walked you backward until your ass was hitting the counter. You sighed into his mouth, running your hands down the front of his torso and pushing your hands under his shirt. His skin was hot to the touch and you wanted nothing more than for it to be against yours. You gently raked your nails down his abdomen and pulled his hips closer to yours by his belt loops. He hummed. “You’re breaking the rules.”

“Don’t care,” You took his bottom lip between your teeth and tugged gently, whimpering when he lifted you enough to position you on the very edge of the sink. “Need you.”

“Need me, huh?” Jake teased, leaving your swollen, kiss-bitten lips and attaching his own to that sweet spot under your ear. He pushed your legs further apart with his knee before slotting his thigh between yours. “You wanna be a good girl and hike up your skirt for me?”

You whined pathetically at his words as you pulled at your skirt and ground your heat onto his thick, denim-clad thigh. He continued to leave a trail of hot, opened-mouth kisses down your neck and chest before yanking your top down to attach his lips to your already-peaked nipple. He took his hand from the back of your neck to knead at your other breast, pinching your nipple between his index and middle fingers. You sucked in a sharp breath and threw your head back with a moan, grinding down onto him a bit harder. He grinned against your skin as he quickly flicked over your nipple with his tongue before switching to the other.

“I got you, pretty girl,” Jake cooed, snaking the hand that was firmly secured against your hip to the apex of your thighs. He moaned lowly at the feeling of your wetness-soaked underwear, slowly rubbing small circles over the fabric. It wasn’t enough. You whimpered, grinding into his hand and digging your nails into his biceps. “So wet for me. You been thinking about me touching you all night with that vibrator against your cunt?” You could do nothing but nod weakly, your head resting back against the bathroom mirror. “Use your words, darlin’.”

“Yes sir,” You mewled. 

“Good girl,” Jake grunted, flicking your nipple with his tongue once more before releasing it with a pop! He dropped to his knees and pulled your panties to the side, wasting no time in spreading you with his fingers and licking a thick stripe upward before plunging his tongue into your weeping hole. “Weren’t exactly trying to hide how good I was making you feel, were you, baby?”

“Oh, my fucking –” You jolted. Jake attached his lips to your clit, alternating between licking and sucking as he brought his middle finger to push into you slowly, gliding in and out of you with ease. Your fingers wound into his blond tresses and you eagerly tugged at his scalp, earning a pleased, guttural groan from somewhere deep in Jake’s sternum. You were already so close after being practically edged all night long.

He pulled your thighs over his shoulders before pushing his ring finger into you now, curling his digits upward against that spongy spot in your walls and pumping them into you at a steady pace. You let out a long, high pitched whine as he hit the perfect spot over and over and over and over. He moaned and relished in the feeling of your heat clenching snugly around his digits. Your brain turned into mush – you heard his voice but couldn’t make out what he was saying. “I – I’m – Jake, I can’t –”

“You sound so pretty when you moan for me, baby,” He smirked against your skin as he watched your fucked-out expression. Your eyes screwed shut with your eyebrows sloped and your mouth agape – it always drove him crazy. “What, can’t take any more? Forgot how to use your words now?” You could do nothing but cry out and nod rapidly against the mirror. “My poor baby. Taking my mouth and fingers like such a good girl.” He hummed against your clit and you choked out a sob, tears streaking your cheeks now and desperately grasping his hair. You were so, so close, teetering on the edge and waiting for him to push you over like he always does… Then, suddenly, he withdrew from you completely. Your eyes flew open, wild, and searched his smug face while he lazily kissed your inner thighs.

“What are you –”

“You broke the rules.” He stated simply, pulling your skirt back down over your thighs and smoothing it over with his calloused fingertips.

“What?” You exhaled incredulously, blinking at him, chest heaving. He rose to his feet and kissed your collarbones as he readjusted your shirt over your breasts before wiping his chin.

“You broke the rules,” Jake repeated. His eyes were dark with want yet held an incredibly amused glint. “No touching yourself.” Your jaw fell slack as you searched his features for the hint of a joke – there was none.

“Jake –” You began to protest – to plead.

“Come on, baby,” He grinned, pulling you down from the counter and spinning your hips to stand in front of him to face the mirror. You could still do nothing but blink dumbly at his reflection. He brought his hot lips down to where neck meets shoulder as he ground his hard cock against your ass. You whimpered, reaching for him behind you. He stepped out of reach and grabbed your hand instead, interlocking your fingers. He adjusted himself by tucking his solid length into the waistband of his jeans. “We have a game to get back to.”

You couldn’t believe this was happening.

“You’re finished when we get back to your place.” You hissed at Jake lowly through gritted teeth as he unlocked the door and pulled you back into the bowling alley with him. He ignored the glances you two were getting from a few lingering patrons as he strode back toward Bob and Natasha. The music was loud, but maybe not loud enough to conceal what was happening behind the locked door from anyone within ten feet of it.

“Not if I finish you first,” He challenged with a grin. He fished the remote from his pocket and dangled it in front of your face. “If you can even make it that long.”

[iamnotoriginalphil]

Sharing (Melissa Schemmenti x f!Reader)

Synopsis: Melissa takes matters into her own hands when you're cold

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, fluff

You sat huddled on the chair, arms curling around your body. You shivered, a biting wind seeking out your skin with its teeth bared. A laugh went up, loud enough to steal your attention from the woman you’d been watching behind the grill.

You hadn’t expected for the night to be as cold as it was. The forecast had suggested it would be balmy, not chilly, summer still supposedly on the air. Turns out, it was stepping aside in favour of fall’s time to shine.

Jacob was trying to juggle, almost managing it. The glare of the setting sun had you blinking, turning away from him. Barbra, sitting beside you, tutted, shaking her head.

“That boy is asking for an injury,” you said, pulling your legs up until you could wrap your arms around your knees.

She hummed in agreement. The glass of wine in her hand was slowly disappearing, your beer following suit. The glass was cold against your fingertips, another shiver going through you. You turned your eyes back to the grill, finding green eyes already on you.

You gave a small smile to Melissa, half hidden behind your beer. Her own smile was secretive and yet it was the only thing that was warming you. Your arms tightened around your legs, wishing it was her between them, her body warming yours.

Whatever was going on between the two of you was still new, still delicate. Nothing had been declared, no feelings spoken of, but lingering glances kept catching and she’d softened towards in a way you knew was a privilege to experience. Her touch lingered, the brush of fingers sending butterflies erupting in your stomach and electricity shooting over your skin.

At some point she’d begun to take up more of your field of vision and you found it hard to look away.

She looked down, flipping the burgers she was busy with. It was odd, the way she’d invited some of the teachers over for a barbecue. She was fiercely protective of her own privacy, refusing to open her home more than she had to. But then, you supposed, the only teacher gathered in her backyard that hadn’t been invited over before was Gregory and he was hardly one to pry. Or gossip.

You shivered again, pressing your legs tighter to your body. Your thin t-shirt was losing the battle against the cool wind. Summer was long gone if the goosebumps on your arms were any indication.

“Didn’t you bring a coat?” Melissa asked, placing down a plateful of burgers in front of you.

“I thought it was going to be warmer,” you said with a small shrug, “I’m fine.”

She scoffed but didn’t argue with you, returning to the grill. You watched her walking away, eyes sliding down her body, mouth growing dry at the sway of her hips. She must have known you’d be watching, an extra sway there just for you. Her eyes met yours when she turned, those lips curling up in a way that had grown so familiar to you. Soft and knowing, fond and yet behind it something that told you how much she enjoyed being so obviously admired. You could stare at her all day, just watching her, so enchanted by everything she did.

“Burgers?” Gregory asked, wandering over to the table.

“Don’t tell me you don’t like burgers,” Melissa said, already sounding disappointed.

“Nah, burgers are fine,” he said, picking one up. He passed it over to Janine before taking his own, sitting at the table with you.

Jacob fumbled his juggling balls onto the table. One rolled towards you until you flicked it back. It spun away from him, flying off into the grass somewhere. He ran after it, apologising to Melissa as she watched him looking less than impressed. Your giggles did not go unnoticed by her. Barbra made a small noise beside you, stealing your attention.

“What?” you asked.

“That woman looks at you like you hung the moon for her,” she said.

“What? No she doesn’t.” You shook your head, not wanting to admit to what was going on before it even began to get going, “she looks at me like a normal person.”

“Girl, if you don’t see it you need to get your eyes checked,” she replied.

You shook your head again, looking away from her. Melissa caught your eye again, tilting her head in question. You shook your head again, this time in answer, telling her not to worry. She quirked an eyebrow and you gave her a small smile, resting your chin on top of your knees, just gazing at her.

“Grubs up,” Melissa announced.

She grinned as she took her seat beside you, the place that was always reserved for her. The others knew. If they so much as tried to take her place they’d have to fear for their lives. Or at least for their windscreens. You turned to watch her settle in her seat, the young ones scrabbling for food. You laughed, soft and fond. Melissa was looking at you like you’d done something miraculous.

Her hand reached out, landing on your arm before she hissed and retracted it.

“Fuck, hon, you’re freezing,” she said.

“Really I’m fine,” you said.

“No you’re not,” she said, standing, grabbing your arm to haul you to your feet, “come with me.”

She didn’t let you go until you were halfway up the stairs and it was clear you were going to continue following her. Inside, it was definitely warmer, no wind to cut through your cotton shirt. But still, you shivered.

She pushed the door to her bedroom open. You paused in the entrance, not sure if she was okay with you following her. There was nothing that was more of an inner sanctum than her bedroom, the epicentre of her home and her heart. Well, no, okay, the epicentre was her kitchen, but this was intimate in a whole other way.

Her bed was made, a green comforter over the entire thing. It was neat, expect for one chair that seemed to have clothes flung over it, rejected or dirty you couldn’t tell. You smiled, looking at the picture on her bedside table, turned towards the pillow. Her family, right there where she could see them. It was so perfectly her.

“Oi, you coming in or are you going to keep hovering there all night?”

She was standing in front of another open door, racks of clothes hanging in front of her. You stepped inside, feet sinking into the plush carpet. She held out a hand to you and you went to her, a moth to the flame. Her fingers trailed down the exposed skin of your arm.

“You shoulda said something,” she berated, flicking through the clothes on the hangers, “you coulda told me you were cold.”

“I would have survived,” you replied softly.

Her head snapped around to you. Anger simmered beneath the surface but it was softened by the obvious care that motivated it. You reached out, fingers brushing the back of her hand. She inhaled sharply.

“I don’t want you to ever feel uncomfortable here, hon,” she said, “next time just tell me, okay?”

“Okay,” you whispered.

She pulled a sweatshirt out of her closet, soft and gray, and with the Eagles emblazoned over the front. Passing it over, you were engulfed in her scent. Your eyes sought out hers, finding them watching you already, a little frustrated at you but clearly humouring you.

You pulled it on, covering your arms. You shivered again, this time not from the cold but from the realisation that the soft material brushing your skin had been pressed against her skin at one point.

“Thank you,” you said.

Her hands reached out, tugging the two sides together, stepping into your space. Slowly, she began to zip you up, the knuckles of her fingers gently brushing against your front. You looked up, finding her watching you, eyes smouldering. Your cheeks heated and she softly chuckled.

“There ya go, sweetheart,” she murmured.

The way she was looking at you was intoxicating. It was so soft, so heartbreakingly fond, like you were answering all of her dreams. You couldn’t stop yourself, reaching out to her, hands finding her hips as you needed to touch her. Her mouth fell open, stealing the attention of her lips.

When you’d considered your first kiss with Melissa, it wasn’t with the rest of your colleagues sitting in her backyard as you were hidden up in her bedroom. It wasn’t coming after she’d dressed you in her clothes. It wasn’t after causing her to worry about your well-being.

And yet you couldn’t stop yourself from turning this into the moment.

The first brush of lips was hesitant, as if asking her if it was okay. Her hand was still holding on to the zip of the jacket, caught between your bodies, but she was tugging on it until you were shuffling closer. Her lips pressed against yours harder and you sighed into her mouth.

She was everywhere, her scent wrapping around you. The taste of her was making your head spin, something sweet clinging to her tongue that might have just been nothing but a taste uniquely her own. You pressed closer, wanting to feel every part of her against you.

She mumbled something against your lips before kissing you deeper. Your hands slid around, grasping her ass. Her own hand tugged down on the zipper again, slipping inside the jacket, seeking out your warming skin. You whined, arching into her touch.

After so much time, so much build up, this was almost more than you could handle. It was blowing every fantasy out of the water, so much more than you could have dreamed. She was pressing into you, warm and soft and supple curves under your hands until your head spun. You wanted her in every way possible.

“We should…” she murmured, drawing back just enough for her eyes to rove over your face, before she kissed you again, unable to hold herself back.

Your back was pushed against the wall beside the closet door. Her hands pushed the sweatshirt from your shoulders. Fingers tugged at the bottom of your shirt, running over skin, making you shudder. You squeezed her ass, pulling her closer, wanting every inch of her against every inch of you.

The way your name sounded as a breathy moan from her lips sent fire through your veins. Your hips rolled towards her, her hands skating up your sides, pushing your shirt up. She had you pinned to the wall, hands touching, lips exploring, tongue tasting. You were turning into a puddle of want against her body.

“Hey, are you guys coming back? Because we are demolishing this food. Good job, Melissa.”

“No,” you mumbled against her lips, not wanting the interruption to stop you from giving in to the lust turning your heady fuzzy.

“There’s gonna be nothing left for you to eat,” she said, drawing back, refusing to let you pull her back in.

“I can eat later,” you replied, squeezing her ass.

“I’ve been slaving away all night to cook for you and you don’t even want it?” She raised an eyebrow at you.

“I can’t win here, can I?”

She gave a short peck to your lips, a chaste kiss that only made you want more.

“Not even a little bit,” she said.

She ducked down, snagging up the sweatshirt again. You sighed, letting her dress you once again, her fingers still zipping it up in a way that made your mouth dry and knees weak. She tilted your chin up, thumb brushing over your lower lip.

“You’ll do,” she said.

“Can I stay after the others have left?” you asked, following her out of the room.

She paused on the stair below you, making her have to look up at you. You lent forward, both hands cupping her cheeks, not able to stop yourself from placing another kiss on her lips.

“You better, hon,” she said, “or I’ll be disappointed.”

“Can’t have that,” you murmured.

She tugged you down the rest of the stairs. You pulled the sleeved of her sweatshirt over your hands. Subtly, you pressed your nose to the soft gray material, breathing in the scent of Melissa. She pushed you down into your seat again, both hands on your shoulders, giving an extra squeeze before she took her own seat.

You kept sharing secret looks and sweet smiles with Melissa for the rest of the night.

[godsfavdarling]

Call Me

my masterlist

+18!!!

pairing: Spencer Reid x male!reader words: 1.4k summary: Spencer is on a case, and after a long day, he receives a text message from you, instructing him to call once he's back in his hotel room.  warnings: phone sex, mutual masturbation, sub!spencer, softdom!reader, no use of y/n (tell me if I forgot something) a/n: This was a request!

Spencer sighed as he finally pushed the hotel room door shut behind him. It had been another grueling day on the case, and his mind was buzzing with details and potential leads. All he wanted to do was collapse into bed and shut his eyes, but a familiar vibration in his pocket stopped his plans.

Fishing his phone out of his pocket, Spencer saw the message notification and his heart skipped a beat. It was from you.

Call me when you're back in your hotel room.

His pulse quickened. Despite the exhaustion, a thrill of anticipation ran through him. Spencer's fingers trembled slightly as he typed out a quick response.

Just got in. Can I call now?

Your reply was almost instant.

Yes.

Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Spencer pushed the call button. The phone rang only once before you answered.

"Hey, Spencer," your loving, familiar voice greeted him, sending a shiver down his spine.

"Hi," Spencer replied, trying to keep his voice steady. "I'm back. I-I’m back in the hotel room."

"I know. I want you to relax for a moment and tell me about your day," you instructed, your tone gentle but firm.

Spencer exhaled slowly, sinking down onto the edge of the bed. He told you about the case, the progress they had made, and the challenges they were facing. As he spoke, he felt the tension of the day slowly melt away, soothed by your attentive listening and occasional encouraging murmurs.

"You're gonna figure it out. You always do," you said softly once he had finished. "Now, I want you to get comfortable. I missed you. Did you miss me, Spence?"

Spencer's breath hitched at the praise. "Yeah. I miss you. I miss you a lot." he whispered.

“Good. Wanna have some fun?” you asked, your voice dripping with anticipation.

“Umm, yeah… yeah, I do,” Spencer replied, a hint of nervous excitement in his voice.

“Stand up and undress for me,” you instructed, your tone leaving no room for hesitation.

Spencer stood up, his hands trembling slightly as he began to undress. First, he removed his shoes and socks, then the rest of his clothes, folding them neatly and placing them on a nearby chair. Once undressed, he settled back onto the bed, propping himself up against the pillows, his mind filled with a mix of eagerness and submission.

“Good boy,” you praised. “Now, I want you to lie back and close your eyes. Take a deep breath and relax.”

Spencer did as he was told, lying back and closing his eyes. He took a deep breath, feeling his body relax into the mattress.

"Yes, Sir," Spencer replied, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply, letting your words wash over him.

"Imagine I'm there with you," you continued. "Feel my presence beside you, my hand resting on your chest, grounding you. You're safe, Spencer. You belong to me, and I take care of what's mine."

Spencer's body relaxed further, sinking into the mattress. The image of you beside him, your hand warm and reassuring on his chest, filled him with a sense of peace and security.

"You're doing so well," you praised. "Now, I want you to touch yourself, but only as I guide you. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir," Spencer replied, his hand already moving to rest lightly on his stomach, awaiting your next command.

"Start slow, Spencer," you directed. "Gently run your fingers over your skin, feeling every sensation. Let your body respond to my voice."

Spencer obeyed, his fingers trailing over his stomach and chest, his breath growing heavier as he followed your instructions. Every touch was electric, amplified by your guiding words.

"That's it," you encouraged. "Now, move lower, but don't rush. I want you to savor every moment, every touch."

Spencer's hand moved downwards, his fingers brushing over his growing arousal. He let out a soft moan, the sound of your voice in his ear heightening his sensitivity.

"Such a good boy," you murmured. "You're doing so well, Spencer. Just like that."

The praise sent a thrill through him, and he continued to touch himself as you guided, every stroke, every caress, controlled by your words. The connection between you, even from a distance, was intoxicating.

Unbeknownst to Spencer, you were also caught up in the moment. As you spoke, your free hand slipped down to your own growing arousal. You couldn't resist the urge to touch yourself, imagining Spencer's hands on you instead of your own.

“Spencer,” you murmured, your voice thick with desire, “I want you to know that I’m touching myself too. I can’t help it. Hearing you, knowing what you’re doing… it drives me wild.”

Spencer’s breath hitched, the thought of you pleasuring yourself adding to his own arousal. “Oh, God… Sir,” he whispered, his strokes becoming more urgent.

“Imagine my hand guiding yours,” you continued, your voice a low, seductive rumble. “Feel how hard I am, how much I want you. We’re doing this together, Spencer. I want you to imagine we’re in the same room, touching each other.”

Spencer’s mind raced with the image, his body responding with increased fervor. He could almost feel your presence beside him, your hands on his skin, your breath hot against his ear.

You matched your pace to his, each stroke of your hand synchronized with his movements. “That’s it, Spencer. Don’t hold back. Let me hear you.”

"Now, I want you to edge yourself," you commanded. "Bring yourself close, but don't come until I say. Only do what I say."

"Please, Sir," he begged, his voice trembling with need.

“Oh, it’s okay. You’re doing so well,” you praised, your voice thick with desire. “Ugh, if only you could see me. If only you could see what you’re doing to me. I want you to keep stroking yourself, Spencer. Put just a little bit more of pressure.”

“Oh my God,” Spencer moaned, his hand following your instructions, the added pressure sending jolts of pleasure through his body.

“That’s it,” you encouraged, your own hand moving in tandem with his. “I’m doing the same to my cock. Wish it was you though. Wish I could touch you and you could touch me.”

“Soon,” Spencer panted, the promise hanging between you.

“Yeah… soon. Once you’re back… oh, Spencer… I’m not letting you leave the bed for days.”

“I’m so close,” Spencer whimpered, his voice strained with the effort to hold back.

“Not yet,” you replied, your voice firm but loving. “Hold on a little longer for me, baby. I know you can do it.”

Spencer whimpered softly, the challenge both thrilling and torturous. He obeyed, his hand moving with increasing urgency, but always pulling back just before the edge, waiting for your permission.

“Tell me, how is your cock doing?” you asked, your voice a low, seductive murmur.

“Bad. It’s bad,” Spencer confessed, his voice trembling with need.

“Ohhh… is it hurting?” you inquired, the concern in your voice blending with your arousal.

“A little,” Spencer admitted, his breaths coming in ragged gasps.

“Is there precum?” you asked, your own hand moving faster now.

“Yeah,” Spencer groaned, feeling the slickness on his fingers.

“I’m close too, you know. It’s starting to twitch. How about yours?” you asked, your voice husky with desire.

“Yeah… very close,” Spencer breathed, his body trembling with the effort to maintain control.

“Good,” you murmured, your voice filled with longing. “Just a little longer, Spencer. We’ll come together.”

Spencer's body trembled with the effort, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. The need for release was overwhelming, but he held on, desperate to please you.

“Let’s come together. On my count… three… two… one… now.”

With a cry of your names intertwined, both of you found release simultaneously. The intensity of the shared climax left Spencer gasping, his body shuddering with the aftershocks of pleasure. You, too, were left breathless.

As Spencer lay spent on the bed, he heard your voice, now soft and soothing. “You did so well, Spencer. I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you, Sir,” Spencer murmured, a contented smile on his lips. “I needed that.”

“I know you did,” you replied gently. “I did too. Now, rest. We’ll talk more tomorrow.”

“Yes, Sir,” Spencer agreed, feeling a deep sense of peace and belonging. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Spencer,” you said, your voice the last thing he heard as he drifted off to sleep, sated and secure in the knowledge that he was yours.

[wonderlanddreamer]

Protective!Tommy x Reader POV

Summary: When Tommy Shelby discovers bruises on your skin, a fierce protectiveness awakens within him, leading him to a vow that no one will ever harm you again.

The Garrison is quieter than usual tonight. The air hums with the low murmur of distant conversations, but here, in the private back room, it's just you and Tommy Shelby. The dim light casts a warm glow over the dark wooden walls, creating an intimate cocoon around you both.

Tommy leans back in his chair, a cigarette balanced between his fingers, his piercing blue eyes fixed on you. You've always enjoyed the game of flirtation with him—the way his lips curl into a smirk at your playful teasing, the glint of amusement in his gaze. Tonight is no different.

"Tell me, love," he says, his voice smooth and low, "what brings you to the Garrison tonight? Hoping to find some trouble?"

You laugh softly, leaning forward so your fingers brush against his on the table. "Maybe I am trouble, Tommy. Ever think of that?"

He chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound that sends a thrill down your spine. "Oh, I have no doubt about that."

The banter continues, a rhythmic dance of words that neither of you wants to end. Tommy's eyes never leave yours, the intensity of his gaze making your heart race. Each word he utters is laced with a subtle challenge, an invitation to dive deeper into this playful repartee.

"Do you always come here looking for trouble, or is tonight special?" he asks, his voice a low, seductive drawl that sends shivers down your spine.

You tilt your head, a playful smile curving your lips. "Maybe I just like the company. You never know who you might run into at the Garrison."

His lips twitch into a smirk, his eyes glinting with amusement. "And what makes you think you'll find anything worth your time here?"

You lean forward, your fingers brushing against his on the table, the contact sending a spark of electricity through you. "Oh, I think I've already found something worth my time."

Tommy's eyes darken, a flicker of something more intense passing through them. He takes a drag from his cigarette, exhaling the smoke slowly, deliberately. "Is that so? And what might that be?"

You shrug nonchalantly, though your heart is pounding in your chest. "Maybe it's the company. Maybe it's the thrill of the unknown. Or maybe," you pause, letting your words hang in the air, "it's the challenge."

He chuckles, a deep, throaty sound that vibrates through the quiet room. "A challenge, eh? You think you can handle it?"

You meet his gaze head-on, refusing to back down. "I think I'm up for it. Question is, are you?"

Tommy leans back in his chair, his eyes never leaving yours. "Oh, I can handle anything that comes my way."

It's just a bit of fun, you tell yourself. Nothing serious. After all, Tommy Shelby is a man with a sharp mind and a sharper edge, a man who navigates the dangerous world of the Peaky Blinders with a ruthless efficiency. You are just a fleeting distraction in his complicated world, a momentary amusement in a life filled with dark dealings and deadly decisions.

But even as you remind yourself of this, you can't deny the thrill of the game, the way your heart races at his every word, the way his eyes seem to see right through you, stripping away your defenses. There's something intoxicating about the way he looks at you, as if he's daring you to step closer, to see how far you're willing to go.

"Careful, Tommy," you say, your voice dropping to a whisper. "You might find that I'm more than you bargained for."

He smiles, a slow, predatory grin that sends a shiver down your spine. "I sincerely hope so, love."

The air between you crackles with tension, the room seeming to shrink around you until there's nothing left but the two of you, locked in this dangerous dance. You know it's just a game, a bit of harmless flirting, but the intensity of his gaze, the way his words wrap around you like a velvet glove, makes you wonder if there's more to it than that.

Tommy Shelby is a man accustomed to getting what he wants, and right now, it's clear that he wants you. The realization sends a thrill through you, a heady mix of excitement and apprehension. You're playing with fire, and you know it, but you can't bring yourself to pull away.

With a deliberate slowness, Tommy reaches out, his fingers brushing against your cheek, sending a jolt of electricity through you. "You're a brave one," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that makes your pulse quicken. "But bravery can be a dangerous thing."

You lean into his touch, your breath hitching in your throat. "And danger can be intoxicating."

His eyes darken, his grip on your cheek tightening slightly. "You have no idea."

In that moment, you know that this is more than just a game. It's a test, a challenge, a dangerous dance that neither of you wants to end. And as you lean in closer, your lips brushing against his, you realize that you're willing to risk it all for the thrill of the unknown, for the chance to see where this dangerous path might lead.

But as the night wears on and the drinks flow, the distance between you closes. Tommy's hand finds its way to your knee, his touch warm through the fabric of your dress. You don't pull away. Instead, you lean into him, letting the heady mix of alcohol and desire guide your actions.

"Tommy," you whisper, your lips dangerously close to his ear, "what would you do if I asked you to take me home?"

His eyes darken, and for a moment, you think you see something more than amusement in their depths. But then he smiles, a slow, predatory grin, and you know he's still playing the game.

"Depends on what you want when we get there," he replies, his voice a husky murmur.

Without waiting for a response, he stands, pulling you to your feet with a firm but gentle grip. You follow him, your pulse quickening as he leads you out of the back room and through the emptying pub. The cool night air hits your face as you step outside, a welcome relief from the heat building inside you.

You don't make it far. In the shadowed alley beside the Garrison, Tommy turns to you, his hands sliding up your arms to your shoulders. He bends down, brushing his lips against yours in a kiss that starts soft but quickly intensifies.

Your hands find their way to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath the fabric of his shirt. The kiss deepens, and you lose yourself in the taste and scent of him, the world narrowing to just the two of you.

As his hands travel lower, they move with a deliberate slowness, each touch sending waves of anticipation coursing through your body. His fingertips slip beneath the delicate strap of your dress, the fabric yielding easily to his gentle push. The strap slides over your shoulder, baring more of your skin to the cool air and his heated gaze. You shiver at the contrast, a tremor that runs from the exposed skin straight to your core.

But then, unexpectedly, you feel him freeze. His movement halts so abruptly that it sends a jarring note through the intimate atmosphere. He pulls back slightly, his eyes zeroing in on the newly revealed skin with an intensity that makes your heart clench.

"What's this?" he asks, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous murmur that sends a chill down your spine.

You follow his gaze, your eyes landing on the bruises that mar your shoulder and upper arm. The purplish marks are stark against your skin, a glaring reminder of the violence you had endured. You had hoped to keep them hidden, to let them fade away without anyone knowing. But now, under Tommy's scrutinizing eyes, the secret is laid bare.

His fingers hover just above the bruised skin, not touching, as if he's afraid his touch might make it worse. The earlier warmth in his eyes has been replaced by a cold, steely fury that makes you instinctively pull back, though you stop yourself from moving too far.

"Who did this to you?" he demands, his tone edged with a barely controlled rage. His eyes snap back up to meet yours, and you can see the storm brewing within them, a tempest of anger and protectiveness that takes your breath away.

You swallow hard, the words sticking in your throat. "It's nothing, Tommy. Just... a misunderstanding."

His jaw clenches, the muscle ticking with barely restrained anger. "A misunderstanding doesn't leave marks like this. Tell me who did this."

You take a deep breath, your heart pounding. The bruises are a painful reminder of a confrontation with a man who took advantage of your trust. You had hoped to forget, to let the marks fade along with the memory, but now, under Tommy's protective gaze, you feel a strange sense of relief in sharing the burden.

"His name is Robert," you confess quietly. "He thought he could take what he wanted because no one would stop him."

Tommy's grip tightens momentarily before he forces himself to relax. He takes a step back, his eyes still locked onto yours, conveying a silent vow of retribution.

"Robert," he repeats, committing the name to memory with a grim determination. "That bastard'll regret ever laying a finger on you."

You reach out, your fingers trembling as they brush against his cheek, trying to calm the storm of rage you see blazing in his eyes. "Tommy, please," you plead softly. "I don't want more violence. I just want to move on."

He catches your hand in his, his grip firm yet tender. His thumb sweeps over your skin with surprising gentleness, but his eyes are hard, unyielding. "Moving on doesn't mean letting that bastard walk free," he growls, the ferocity in his voice unmistakable. "He needs to understand that no one hurts you and gets away with it. Not in my world."

You nod, knowing there's no point in arguing. Once Tommy Shelby sets his mind on something, he sees it through. But still, you worry about the darkness that seems to follow him, the ever-present threat of violence that shadows his every step.

"Just promise me you'll be careful," you say softly. "I don't want you getting hurt because of me."

Tommy's eyes soften, the molten fury within them giving way to a gentler, more tender light. He leans in closer, his breath warm against your skin, and presses a delicate kiss to your forehead. The gesture is a stark contrast to the raw intensity of his earlier words, a promise of protection wrapped in tenderness.

"I'm always careful," he murmurs against your skin, his lips lingering for a moment longer before pulling back. His hand comes up to cradle the side of your face, his thumb gently tracing the curve of your cheek. "But understand this," he continues, his voice steady and resolute, "I won't stand by and do nothing while someone dares to hurt you. Not ever."

A shiver runs through you, a mix of fear and gratitude. You never expected to find yourself in this situation, never thought that the man you flirted with for fun would become your fiercest protector. But here you are, wrapped in his arms, feeling a strange sense of peace despite the turmoil.

"Let's get you home," Tommy says, his voice gentle. "You need rest, and I need to make a few calls."

You nod, the weight of the evening's revelations pressing heavily upon you, and allow Tommy to guide you through the quiet, dimly lit streets. The cobblestones underfoot seem to echo the unspoken words that hang in the air between you, each step a silent promise of protection and retribution. The night is still, the usual hustle of Birmingham muted, as if the city itself is holding its breath.

The journey to your place is wrapped in a tense silence, the only sounds being the distant murmur of the night and the occasional rustle of leaves in the cool breeze. Yet, the silence is anything but empty; it thrums with the unvoiced thoughts and emotions that swirl around you both. You can feel the unyielding resolve emanating from Tommy, a palpable force that seems to cut through the night air.

When you finally reach your door, the familiar sight of your home brings a fleeting sense of relief. But before you can fully process it, Tommy turns to you, his expression grave and determined. The streetlamp casts a soft glow over his features, highlighting the intensity in his eyes.

"I'll handle this," he says firmly, his voice a steady anchor in the sea of uncertainty. The words are simple, yet they carry the weight of an unbreakable vow. "You don't need to worry about him anymore."

His gaze locks onto yours, and you can see the fierce protectiveness in his eyes, a promise that sends a shiver down your spine. He is not just offering to deal with Robert; he is assuring you that your safety is now his priority.

"Thank you, Tommy," you whisper, your voice thick with sincerity and gratitude. The simple words seem inadequate to convey the depth of what you feel, but they are all you have in this moment.

His hand reaches out, brushing a loose strand of hair from your face, the touch both comforting and grounding. "Get some rest," he says softly, his voice a stark contrast to the earlier ferocity. "I'll take care of everything."

As you step inside and close the door behind you, the reality of the situation begins to settle in. The fear and uncertainty that had gripped you earlier now feel distant, replaced by a fragile sense of hope. You know that with Tommy Shelby on your side, the darkness that had threatened to engulf you is now faced with an unyielding force.

-x-

[andillneverbethesame]

𝒔𝒍𝒖𝒕!

❥ remus lupin x fem!reader

❥ summary; you and remus can't be left alone.

❥ warnings; celebrity!au & soc. media!au

❥ a/n; inspired by taylor swift's "slut!". this is short af and it sucks, i'm sorry. but i wanted to finish it so badly......... hope u enjoy it anyway, ily yallll

the sun shone bright, its rays gently falling on your wet skin as you watched him swimming in your pool.

it was the first time remus came to visit you to los angeles as you've been in london thousand of times and wanted to show him the beauty your state has to offer. he seemed to like it so far, taking some rest from rainy england in sunny california.

the golden liquid you poured into two wine glasses almost matched the color of his hair as he swam from one end of the pool to another — to you. you handed him one of the glasses and he took it from you with a smile on his face. your fingers brushed with his, sending electricity through your entire body.

"to being young," said remus.

you nodded. "to being young."

clink, clink.

all you needed was him.

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later that day, remus took you out for dinner. you believed you've been in every single restaurant in l.a. but your boyfriend proved you wrong.

the moment you walked in, you felt almost everyone's eyes on you. anxiety rushed through your body. almost as if remus could feel it, he gave you a reassuring squeeze and the weight on your shoulders suddenly dropped.

he lead you to an empty table by the window and pulled out your chair. you sent him a smile before sitting down and he took a seat opposite to you.

that was when you made the mistake to look around, locking eyes with numerous people who weren't very excited to see you and remus together.

"ignore them, dove," remus spoke, reading the menu. "they're just jealous of how beautiful you look tonight."

you knew that wasn't the truth but you appreciated him trying enough not to say anything about it anymore. you nodded and picked up the menu and did your best to ignore the glares.

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@celebrityupdates

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@celebrityupdates well, who would've thought! actress y/n y/l/n and "the marauders" bassist remus lupin were spotted together yesterday on a date and then left together hand in hand.

12,656 comments

@user6346873 wasn't she literally dating sirius black like a week ago? bffr girl 💀

-> @siriusblack no, you bffr, she wasn't.

@remuslupinsgf NOO REMUS WHY. she'll cheat on you like she did on everyone else.

               -> @user2578584 name one person she cheated and give me a proof

                   -> @remuslupinsgf whatever. her movies suck anyway

@user742795853 slut.

okay, maybe reading the comments of this post wasn't the best idea, you thought to yourself as if it wasn't completely obvious.

it was the morning after your date with remus and you couldn't understand how these pictures were up already. doesn't the media have better things to do instead of not respecting your privacy and talking about whos hand you're holding?

what also made you angry was that none of the comments seemed to be mentioming the fact that remus recently broke up with someone. you, on the other hand, hadn't been in a relationship for six months.

not that you wanted everyone to attack your boyfriend but you'll be the one to pay the price for the things you two have been doing together. it wasn't fair.

"what got you upset like that?" you jumped at the sound of remus's deep voice from his spot beside you. you glanced at him, your eyes softening at how beautiful he looked lying in your bed with his hair all messy.

"nothing," you mumbled, turned off your phone and placed it at your bedside table. you sighed and got up from the warmth of your covers (and remus's body) before saying, "i'm gonna go grocery shopping. there's absolutely nothing in here. you want something?"

"i'll go with you." 

"i'd rather go alone. i'll be right back." 

and then you left him there, in your bedroom with confusion written all over his pretty features.

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there was no point in keeping your relationship a secret. everyone knew. the picture of your and remus's faces were plastered on the front page of every magazine in north america and united kingdom (remus's friend james said so). still, you tried your best to spend as little time as possible with your boyfriend in public.

unfortunately, as soon as you left the gates of your property to meet remus, you were blinded by the harsh flashes of the cameras. it took your brain a second to register what was going on. remus was waiting there. his two bodyguards were trying to keep the paparazzi away from the two of you.

"y/n!"

"y/n! over here!"

"y/n, what's your message to the haters?"

"y/n, did you hear—"

"i'm sorry," remus spoke loudly so you could hear him well through the voices of the yelling men. "they followed me all the way from hollywood boulevard to here," he reached for your hand and interlinked his fingers with yours. "we couldn't shake them off."

before you could even open your mouth to reply, you were interrupted.

"remus! there's a rumour y/n has been hooking up with sirius black. what do you have to say to that? is it true?"

he completely ignored the question. he knew it wasn't true. you knew he knew.

remus got the door of the car for you and waited for you to get in before shutting it close. when he took a seat next to you and kissed you a "hello" before saying, "you look beautiful tonight", it was easy to forget all about the reality.

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you both were invited to the met gala which took place the very next week. the theme this year was victorian england so you were wearing a pink-white dress with poofy skirt, holding an umbrella of the same colors in your right hand and remus's hand in your left. your eyes were practically glued to him. he looked so handsome in his white shirt, which he had a vest suit over, and dark grey pants. everyone seemed to think so.

while posing for photos on the stairs, remus suddenly turned into you. his face was, out of the blue, too close to yours. you could see it in his eyes, feeling like you could read his mind.

"it's a big mistake," you said, though your smile said otherwise. "it might blow up in your pretty face."

the voice in your head was screaming at him.

do it anyway!

and he's going to.

[gingiesworld]

Hot Milf’s Kitten

Part 2

MILF Wanda Maximoff (37) x Fem Reader (24)

Warnings: Smut. Angst. Fluff.

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Word Count: 4.1k+

18+ MINORS DNI

Since the night the two had confessed, Y/N had to return to college to finish their final year, but that never stopped Wanda from getting her fill, either through video call or when she would surprise Y/N at their dorm for stolen moments together. Even opting to stay over on the nights she never had the twins.

“You know, I don’t think I have ever been this happy in my life.” Y/N whispered as she caressed Wanda’s bare back.

“I remember you always used to go silent whenever I was around.” Wanda teased as Y/N nodded.

“You made me nervous, even just being in your presence.” She spoke tenderly as Wanda’s hand danced up and down Y/N’s bare stomach. “But the good kind though.” She breathed out as her skin burned beneath the older woman’s touch.

“Yeah, do you still get nervous around me, kitten?” Wanda husked as she leaned up, her lips ghosting Y/N’s as her hand moved up to cup her breast, squeezing as Y/N closed her eyes. “Don’t keep mommy waiting. Answer me kotenok.” She whispered in Y/N’s ear as bit her lobe, causing an involuntary moan to escape Y/N’s mouth.

“Yes, mommy.” Y/N breathed out as Wanda smirked at the younger woman below her.

“Good.” She now hovered over her, looking at her like a predator as her hands moved teasingly down Y/N’s body, smirking as she squirmed beneath her touch until she cupped her already soaked core. Teasing her clit with her fingers she leaned in and bit Y/N’s lip before kissing her roughly, forcing her tongue into the younger woman’s mouth as she applied more pressure to Y/N’s clit.

Once Y/N’s kisses became sloppy, Wanda started to nip and suck down Y/N’s neck. She was a writhing mess underneath Wanda’s touch, just even a slight touch would send electricity through her whole being.

“You look so pretty.” Wanda whispered as she teased Y/N’s aching hole with a single digit. “Moaning and squirming.” She inserted her finger slowly before pulling it all of the way out. “Just ready for me to fuck you like the good girl I know you are.” Y/N moaned as Wanda went as rough as she could, soon grazing Y/N’s collarbone with her teeth as she added another finger.

“Fuck.” Y/N groaned as she arched her back, raising her hips as Wanda curled her fingers, hitting Y/N’s g spot causing her to lift her hips.

“What was that kitten?” She taunted as she removed her fingers, removing herself from the bed to grab a tie that Y/N had hanging on her desk chair. “You have a real foul mouth darling.” She straddled Y/N’s lap, soon tying a knot and putting it inside Y/N’s mouth, then tying it around her head. “I want you to show me how much of a good kitten you can be.” She patted Y/N’s cheek before she moved to get another two ties from the closet. “And no touching kitten. I am in control.” She told her as she tied her arms to the bedposts before grabbing the double ended strap from the nightstand. Placing it beside Y/N before straddling her thighs, soon spreading her legs to tease Y/N a little. “Just sit there and watch mommy, can you do that for me kitten?”

“Mmh.” Y/N nodded her head frantically, her eyes on Wanda’s body as she moved one hand to her breast and the other between her thighs. Wanda’s eyes never left Y/N’s as she applied pressure to her clit, moaning at the feeling as she closed her eyes.

“Keep your eyes on me, kotenok.” She ordered as Y/N watched her hand move against her already dripping core. Soon inserting a finger, a trace of a smirk on her face as she heard Y/N groan as she tried to get out of the ties. “Nu uh.” Wanda moaned as she thrust in and out at a steady pace. “Don’t struggle or I will drag this out longer than necessary.”

Y/N’s eyes remained on the sight before her, watching as she inserted another finger, moaning out Y/N’s name as she curled her fingers. Y/N struggled to keep her composure as Wanda’s slick started to drip down onto her thighs. The sound of her gasps and moans as she clenches around her fingers. Her eyes opened briefly to look into Y/N’s lust blown eyes.

“I bet you wish you could touch me.” She sneered as she continued her movements. “I bet you wish it was your fingers I was clenching around.” She let out a gasp as she could feel her climax nearing. “I bet you wish you could taste me, kitten.” Soon cumming all over her fingers and Y/N’s lap.

Y/N watched as she slowed down her movements, pulling her fingers out and running them through Y/N’s folds, inserting them into her core. She smirked as Y/N’s head lolled back onto the pillows, gasping and moaning as started to thrust them.

“Keep your eyes on me, kitten.” She snarled as she removed her fingers, reaching for the strap and inserting the smaller end inside Y/N, watching as she closed her eyes briefly before Wanda slapped her thigh harshly. “I said, keep your eyes on me.”

Rubbing the area she had just slapped before she slowly lowered herself down on the strap. Her mouth agape as Y/N watched, unable to do anything to fulfill her desires of touching the woman above her.

“Now, be a good girl for mommy and keep your eyes on mine.” She husked as she started to roll her hips, Y/N moaned, struggling to keep from closing her eyes. Once Wanda caught sight of it, she decided to knead Y/N’s breasts roughly before slapping them. “I said, eyes open.” She growled as she gripped her jaw tightly. “Now watch mommy like a good girl.”

Y/N’s eyes remained wide open, drying out and itchy as she watched Wanda fuck herself. Taking in how her face contorted with pleasure, how her breasts bounced in time with her movements. Wanda knew that Y/N was struggling to keep her composure, just by watching the sweat bead from her head. Once she was close to her own orgasm, she leaned forward, gripping Y/N’s jaw once more, enough to leave a mark.

“Cum with me, kitten.” She husked out before continuing her previous movements, keeping her eyes locked on Y/N’s as the two moaned, reaching their highs together. Wanda soon stopped her movements, catching her breath before she moved herself from the silicone toy, leaning over, her breasts dangling in Y/N’s face as she undone the ties before removing the gag. Leaning down to kiss Y/N fiercely before moving from her completely, Y/N’s eyes remained on Wanda as she walked towards the bathroom, hearing as the shower turned on before joining her.

“So, for your graduation, how many tickets can you get?” Natasha asked as Y/N looked at her curiously. “Carol and Wanda want to come and see you get your diploma.”

“Well, I already got four.” Y/N informed her as she sipped her drink after visiting her sister after college.

“That’s great, but what if Kate wants to come?” She asked Yelena who just shrugged.

“We’re not that close.” She told the two, causing them to scoff.

“Whatever!” Y/N exclaimed as Nat agreed.

“And who are you seeing?” Yelena asked, turning the attention on Y/N. “Don’t think you hid that bite mark very well, and it’s only Monday.”

“It was no one.” Y/N answered as Nat turned to her, a scolding glare on her face.

“Please tell me it wasn’t Sharon.” She told the younger one as Yelena watched with a smirk on her face.

“No!!” Y/N yelled. “It wasn’t.”

“Good, because I haven’t forgotten what she did to you.” Nat told her sternly, Yelena was about to talk but Y/N cut her off.

“I haven’t either.” Y/N said slowly as she placed her cup on the table, grabbing her keys and phone before standing up. “Thanks for the drink.”

“Y/N.” Nat tried as she followed her younger sister to the door. “I’m sorry, I just hated seeing you hurt.”

“I’ll see you.” Y/N spoke emotionlessly before leaving the house, slamming the door behind her. Nat turned to see Yelena stood there with a hard glare and her arms crossed.

“You need to stop bringing her up.” Yelena told her.

“I am just trying to protect her.” She yelled as Yelena chuckled.

“And bringing up the past will do that? Protect her from the pain.” Yelena sneered before she disappeared down the hall to her room.

“Y/N?” Wanda was shocked to see the younger woman leaning against her car. “Are you ok?” She asked as she approached her.

“Yeah, I’m ok.” Y/N answered her with a smile, one that Wanda knew was forced.

“Come inside and talk to me.” She said as she took her hand, leading her inside her home. Leading her through to the kitchen before getting a couple of sodas from the fridge.

“Where are the boys?” Y/N asked as Wanda smiled.

“They are at karate practice.” Wanda rolled her eyes. “Vision wanted to enroll them and I didn’t have a say because he did it on Friday without even consulting me.” She watched as Y/N put her can down on the counter before she approached the older woman, trapping her between the counter and herself.

“Then.” Y/N gripped her jaw, lips ghosting her own, a new found confidence in which Wanda couldn’t wait to diminish but allowed her to have her moment. “We can help each other out because I need something. A distraction if you must.” Her other hand moved to Wanda’s hip, brushing the skin beneath the cloth. “So, be a pretty woman and strip for me.”

“It’s cute when you think you’re in charge, kitten.” Wanda taunted, gripping Y/N’s wrists and removing them from her body. “You know, mommy’s always in charge, now be a good girl and get on your knees for me.” She gripped Y/N’s neck, squeezing lightly before moving Y/N to her knees. “Now, if you can make me cum quick with that pretty little mouth, I will reward you kitten.” Y/N watched as Wanda undone her jeans, pulling them down along with her underwear, watching as Y/N licked her lips before she soon dove in, sucking on her clit harshly as Wanda’s hand went to her hair, gripping it tightly as she pushed Y/N impossibly closer. Her moans filled the room as Y/N moved to thrust her tongue into Wanda’s entrance, her nose applying just the right amount of pressure to her bundle of nerves. “You look so pretty on your knees for me.” She sighed as Y/N devoured her like she was her last meal. Moving her hips, using Y/N’s face for her own pleasure. “I am so close, kotenok.” She gasped as she ground her hips down harder, her thighs clenching together as Y/N remained, making sure she completed her task. “Y/N!” Wanda screamed as she came on Y/N’s face, sighing as Y/N lapped up her juices before she helped Wanda with her underwear and jeans.

Once Y/N stood before her, she used her thumb to wipe any of her arousal that had failed to go in Y/N’s mouth, forcing the digit past her lips, groaning as Y/N sucked on her thumb, keeping eye contact with the older woman.

“Fuck!” Wanda groaned. “If I wasn’t supposed to pick up the twins soon, I would have you on your hands and knees, taking my strap as I fuck you mercilessly.” She smirked as Y/N groaned at her words. “But, that will have to wait darling.” She spoke as she pushed Y/N back slightly. “I’ll see you at your graduation, kitten.” She kissed Y/N’s cheek before leading her to the door, grabbing her own keys before watching as Y/N got in her car and drove off.

Y/N was actually rather nervous about graduating, although she had worked years to get to this point, it was rather daunting. So as she prepared herself for the big day, already packed up her room ready to move back home. Already dressed in her shirt and tie, ready to put on the gown before heading towards the quad to see her family and Wanda.

“Do you think she’s nervous?” Yelena questioned as Nat chuckled.

“Of course she will be.” She smirked as Yelena nodded, watching how Wanda was looking around the quad, in hopes to see Y/N before the ceremony as Nat was hung on Carol’s arm.

“Here she is.” Carol told the three as she spotted Y/N approaching already in her cap and gown.

“Hi.” She greeted them nervously, both Nat and Wanda watched with a smirk for completely different reasons, and Yelena never failed to see how Y/N checked out Wanda.

“How are you feeling?” Carol asked her as Y/N nodded with a nervous smile.

“Anxious but happy.” She answered her as Carol smiled.

“You’re going to do great.” Yelena told her as she pulled Y/N in for a side hug, not missing how Wanda looked at her too.

“Thanks.” She smiled as she looked at the three before checking the time. “I best head inside, the ceremony will be starting soon.”

“We will see you inside.” Nat told her with a gentle smile, the four of them watching as she disappeared through the crowd. As Nat and Carol walked ahead, arm in arm, Yelena remained beside Wanda, walking at a slower pace as they did not let Nat overhear their conversation.

“What’s going on with you and Y/N?” She asked quietly as Wanda took a deep breath, looking to see that Nat was in a deep conversation with Carol about something.

“Why?” Wanda asked, trying to play it off.

“I can tell that something is going on between the two of you, but I don’t want to see my baby sister get hurt.” Yelena told her. “She has more to lose if Nat finds out.”

“So do I.” Wanda told her as the two stopped, Yelena watching her closely. “I am in love with her and I don’t want to ever lose her.”

“Ok.” Yelena nodded as she moved to start walking again alongside Wanda. “But you need to come clean to Nat, and you need to do it soon.” Yelena told her firmly before they reached their seats. The four of them watched as the ceremony went on, all standing and clapping as Y/N’s name was called out. Wanda couldn’t help but smile as she bowed slightly out of nerves before deciding to hide her face in embarrassment.

“I knew she would do something like that.” Nat chuckled quietly, watching as Y/N joined the other graduates.

As soon as the ceremony was over, everyone moved to the quad once more, waiting for the newly graduated with a huge cheer as she approached them. Yelena ran up to her and gave her a tight embrace as Nat soon followed, causing Carol to get out her phone.

“Photo time!” She yelled as Y/N tried to object but they all shook their heads no. Wanda approached as she pulled her in for a hug.

“We want to record this moment, kitten.” She whispered in her ear before pulling away, seeing a small blush appear on Y/N’s face. Once the pictures were done, Y/N couldn’t wait to get out of the gown, so she turned to the other four.

“I am going to give this back and finish packing my room.” She told them as they nodded. “I’ll be home around 9pm.” She informed Nat who nodded.

“I can help if you want?” Wanda offered coyly, neither Natasha nor Carol could see her ulterior motives.

“It’s ok Wanda.” Y/N tried as she shook her head persistently.

“I haven’t got the twins tonight and I am bored anyways.” She told her. “Besides, you help me with work around the house all of the time.”

“But you pay me.” Y/N reminded her.

“Consider this a gift, kotenok.” Wanda told her before turning towards the other three. “I’ll drive back with Y/N.” Nat nodded as Yelena gave her a stern look before the three retreated to the car as Y/N and Wanda headed in the opposite direction. As the familiar walk to the dorm was silent, there was an atmosphere between the two of them.

“We should tell Nat about us.” Y/N broke the silence as they walked. “I hate hiding us from her and I understand you’re scared of losing your best friend, but I think this is the right thing to do.”

“You’re right.” Wanda whispered as they stopped before Y/N’s room. “But for now, I have your reward kitten.” Wanda pushed her inside, closing the door behind her before pulling Y/N in by the tie and kissing her roughly before pushing her to sit on the bed. Soon stepping away to slowly undo her blouse teasingly, revealing her red lacy bra as Y/N watched her every movement. The sound of the fabric hitting the floor was yet so quiet but also loud. Soon, she moved to slowly unzip her skirt, slowly pushing it down to reveal a matching thong. Once the skirt was half way down her creamy thighs, the door burst open to reveal a confused Nat.

“Fuck.” Wanda scrambled to put her clothes back on as Y/N moved to approach her older sister, who was looking between the two.

“What is going on?” Nat questioned as she pointed between the two.

“Well.” Y/N started before she was interrupted.

“It looked like you were stripping for my baby sister.” She turned to Wanda who tried. “We babysat her when she was little. You. I don’t know what to think.”

“Nat.” Wanda whispered as Nat laughed hysterically before turning to Y/N.

“We talked about this, your crush on Wanda.” Nat started to raise her voice. “I told you that it would be pretty fucking messed up that you would still have this silly crush!”

“It’s not just a silly crush, Natasha!” Y/N yelled, causing Nat’s eyes to widen as she had never raised her voice like this before. “I am in love with her. I always have been and now.” She took a deep breath as Wanda stepped closer.

“I am in love with her too, Nat.” Wanda confessed, her confidence radiating through her voice before Nat started to laugh.

“Wanda, we used to make fun of her crush on you.” Nat told her, driving the metaphorical blade through her sister’s chest. “You used to tell me it was a cute teenage crush!!”

“I know I did!” Wanda yelled as she stepped closer to her friend. “I used to think that but now.” She rubbed her brow as her eyes flickered between the two sisters. “Something changed and I started to see her differently, it was after she came home after recovering, the way she explained to the twins what she was doing when she fixed that window, taking her time to explain the different tools she used. She was just different to me then, made me feel complete and safe, even the twins felt safe.”

“I don’t care Wanda.” Natasha spoke harshly. “She is my baby sister and I have practically raised her.”

“Yelena.” Y/N spoke up, causing Nat’s head to snap to her. “Yelena raised me, you were too busy with Maria to notice anything other than the parts you could pick apart, the parts you could take the piss out of.”

“Y/N.” Nat tried, guilt in her eyes as Y/N shook her head, stepping closer to her.

“You can cut me out, I don’t care. I have Yelena and Kate, but don’t you dare even think of taking it out on her. She has been your best friend since before I was born! So don’t you dare throw away that friendship over this.” She seethed before she walked out of the room, seeing Yelena and Carol approach her.

“Hey, we were just coming to see what was taking Nat so long.” Carol spoke up as Yelena gave Y/N a sad look, already seeing the pain in her sister’s eyes.

“She is in the room with Wanda.” Y/N told her before walking away from the two, Yelena was already speed walking to the room.

“What the fuck did you do?!” She yelled, causing the two women to jump. “Y/N has just walked out like she has just been told her best friend had died!”

“She and Wanda have been sneaking around behind everyone’s back.” Nat told her as Yelena pursed her lips. “Behind my back.”

“Yeah? I know that.” Yelena told her.

“You knew?” Nat asked shakily as Yelena nodded. “And you never told me?”

“It wasn’t my place to tell.” She told her coyly. “Besides, have you noticed the change in both of them, how happy they are together. Did that even cross your small narrow mind.”

“Lena.” Nat tried as Yelena shook her head.

“You should make this right with the two of them, if you love them both as much as you claim.” She told her, Nat looked back at Wanda, an apologetic expression on her face.

“Go.” Wanda told her, shooing her to the door. “Go and make it right with your sister.”

“But.” Nat started as Wanda smiled.

“We’re ok.” She reassured her with a gentle smile. Nat soon raced out of the door to find her sister, soon finding her sat out on the bench, fiddling with her buttons like she always did when she wore a long sleeve shirt.

“Y/N.” Nat spoke softly as she approached. “I’m sorry I blew up on you like that.” Y/N remained silent as Nat continued. “I just, Wanda and I have been together through everything and I don’t want to lose either of you.” Y/N laughed a little before turning to her.

“Great apology.” She sneered as Nat was taken aback by her tone. “I wasn’t really considering that, just a last thought, just like I always am with you.”

“Y/N, please just hear me out.” Nat pleaded as Y/N looked away, the silence was deafening between the two of them. “I never wanted to lose you, but when we lost our parents, I was thrown into the role of guardian. Yeah, Yelena was graduating high school at the time but I wasn’t ready to step up so I pushed you away.” She looked ahead before continuing. “I guess I never really thought of you growing up, I thought you would always be the annoying kid that I resented but you’re not. You’re this amazing person, and I just want what’s best for you and if you and Wanda truly feel how you say you do, then go for it. You both deserve to be happy.”

“I still don’t think I can forgive you.” Y/N whispered. “And I don’t think I can come back home either.”

“Y/N.” Nat pleaded as Y/N stood up.

“I just.” She breathed as she looked at her older sister’s distraught face. “I need time to be away from you. I just need space.” With that she walked away as she spotted Carol and Yelena approach, squeezing Yelena’s hand as she walked past her to her room where she found Wanda.

“Y/N.” She spoke as she cupped her face. “Talk to me baby.”

“I am numb.” She replied as Wanda listened to everything Y/N was telling her.

“Move in with me.” Wanda suggested, forcing her to look in her eyes as she saw her about to protest. “Move in with me.” She caressed her cheeks as she spoke. “The twins love you and it would be perfect to wake up beside you, seeing that smile every morning is all I want, hearing your voice everyday would be heaven.” She smiled slightly. “We will be living our little piece of heaven from when we stayed here together.”

“Ok.” Y/N whispered. “I’ll move in with you.” Wanda smiled before she leaned up and kissed her passionately before the two decided to start moving the boxes down to Y/N’s car, after Wanda stole a pair of Y/N’s joggers to wear instead of her skirt and heels. Ready to start a new chapter in their relationship.

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Can you do something along the lines of the guys aren’t famous and the reader starts college and Meets the guys through the nicks and Noah is a senior in college and you go to a party and you and Noah hook up

Summary: REQUEST

Warning: smut, unprotected piv(please don’t do that), semi public sex(you don’t get caught).

A/N: I hope you enjoy anon, I’m sorry if it’s cheesy af😭 I have a lot going on right now, but I wanted to get this out. Yall please send good vibes my way, your girl could really use it. Still waiting on the news I should be receiving soon. Fingers crossed 🤞🏻 that it’s good.

The energy of the campus was electric, vibrating with the laughter of students spilling out of dorm rooms, the music pulsating from frat houses, and the sweet smell of late-night smoke sessions lingering in the air. It was Saturday night, and despite being a newcomer, I felt the charm of this vibrant chaos tugging at me. Just a week into my freshman year, I was anxious but excited. Nick, my best friend since childhood, had convinced me to join him for what he called a “rookie initiation" to campus life.

“Trust me, y/n, you need to experience this!” Nick exclaimed, winking as he led me through the labyrinth of brick buildings and manicured lawns toward The Alpha Sigma Beta house, where the party was already in full swing. That was where I first spotted Noah.

He was hard to miss. He towered over the crowd at a staggering six feet three inches, with tousled brown hair that framed his perfect face and skin entirely adorned with intricate tattoos. Each inked design hinted at a story, a part of his past I found myself curious about, but tonight wasn’t about probing deep into anyone’s history; it was about enjoying the moment.

“Y/n!” Nick’s voice broke through the thrum of bass. “I want you to meet my friends!” He gestured toward a trio huddled at a table stacked with red solo cups. Folio, the energetic one with wild hair, and Jolly, whose laugh was infectious, immediately pulled me into their banter with wide smiles.

“Welcome to the mad house!” Folio shouted, practically bouncing on his toes. “You’re in for a ride tonight.”

As I exchanged pleasantries and settled into the familiar chaos of my first college party, I kept sneaking sidelong glances at Noah. His presence was magnetic, like gravity pulling me toward him in a crowded room. He seemed laid-back as he leaned against the wall, a half-empty cup cradled in his large hand. I wondered what he thought of the evening; his dark brown eyes held secrets as deep as the ocean, and I felt a pull I couldn't explain.

“Don't be shy! Come sit with us!” Jolly called over the music, dragging me toward a makeshift seating area strewn with mismatched lawn chairs. Nick settled next to me, and I found myself increasingly drawn into the whirlwind of laughter and stories.

As the night progressed, shots were downed, and the atmosphere thickened with excitement. Folio attempted to teach me an elaborate dance move that was probably illegal in some states, while Jolly told exaggerated tales of his exploits over the summer. I laughed along, feeling a small part of the group grow more comfortable, and yet I could still feel Noah's gaze cut through the exuberant noise.

By the time I managed to sneak away to the kitchen for some water, I stumbled upon Noah, who leaned casually against the counter, his tattoos glimmering under the fluorescent lights. A muffled bass line formed a backdrop against our unexpected solitude.

"Hey," he said, his voice low and deep, sending a thrill through me. "You’re Nick’s friend, right?"

I smirked as I turned to meet his gaze, slightly flustered. “Guilty as charged. And you must be the infamous Noah.”

“Infamous, huh? I like the sound of that,” he chuckled, running a hand through his messy hair. There was something easy about him, and the way he looked at me made the world outside that cramped kitchen fade into the background. It was just us and the faint glow of the overhead lights.

“I’m still learning the ropes here,” I admitted, feeling a mix of shy and emboldened. “It’s all pretty overwhelming, if I’m honest.”

“I get that. Just take it one party at a time,” he said, stepping a little closer, his eyes now twinkling with mischief.

An electric charge filled the air as I caught the faint scent of his cologne—something earthy and warm that made my knees weak. I reached for my cup of water, only to find it empty. Noah noticed, and the corner of his mouth lifted in a sly grin.

“Can I get you something stronger instead?” he proposed, tilting his head toward the red cups that were now overrunning the counter.

"Just one,” I replied, testing the waters—there was something about the anticipation of this moment that made it feel like we were the only two people in the universe.

As he poured the drinks, we fell into an easy rhythm of conversation. We laughed at the absurdity of frat life, traded stories from our tumultuous school years, and marveled at how different life felt here compared to our respective hometowns. The longer we talked, the more I found myself leaning into him, our chemistry igniting in the cool kitchen that now felt too small for the two of us.

“Let’s get some air,” he suggested, reading the gleam in my eyes. He opened the back door, and suddenly, we stepped outside into a world transformed by moonlight. The music pulsing from the house faded into the background as an acrid breeze swept through the courtyard.

We wandered off to the edge of the yard, away from the thumping bass and the throngs of people. The stars hung low, brighter than I had seen them before, painting the sky with constellations that felt almost within reach. Noah leaned against a tree, his imposing figure softened by the spectral glow above us.

"You know," he began thoughtfully, “there's something nice about nights like this. You meet people, you share stories… it feels timeless.”

I nodded, feeling every word resonate deep within me—like a truth unearthed. “I’ve been waiting for something like this ever since I got here. It’s everything I hoped college would be so far.”

He stepped closer, and my heart raced. “You’re different, y/n.”

“Different how?” I dared to ask, curiosity compounding against the tether of nerves.

“There’s an aura to you... that I can’t put my finger on. You’ve got this spark,” Noah said, his voice a low whisper as he gazed down at me. The way he looked at me sent chill bumps dancing along my skin.

Before I could respond, he took a step forward, lowering his head until our lips nearly touched. Time slowed to a crawl, and I could see the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes as he searched mine. Then, with a deliberate slowness, he closed the gap.

His kiss was electric, igniting a fire that surged through me. I responded instinctively, feeling a rush of warmth enveloping us both, a collision of breaths and uncertainty melting away in that instant. I lost myself in the moment, the weight of the world outside dissipating, leaving only the two of us amid the stars.

As we pulled apart, my laughter filled the night air, a soft, happy sound that echoed into the quiet. He leaned in again, gripping my hips tight.

I gasped against his mouth, the kiss turning passionate as it deepened. I was on fire, limbs igniting with every stroke of his lips. And then, just like that, he pressed me against the oak tree. I could feel the rough bark against my back, grounding me amidst the rush of adrenaline coursing through me.

In one swift motion, he picked me up, and my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. My sun dress, scrunching around my hips. The height difference sent shivers of exhilaration through me as I gazed into his eyes, now alight with a wild, exhilarating energy. I felt both cherished and untouched by the lively party around us, suspended in this magical bubble we’d created.

“Noah,” I breathed, a mix of nervous anticipation and thrill threading my voice. The way he held me, strong yet careful, made me feel untouchable. His hands cradled my thighs, and I could feel the powerful smoothness of muscle beneath the inked stories that adorned his skin.

“You trust me?” His breath was warm against my skin, the promise of adventure sparkling in his gaze. And in that electric moment filled with infinite possibility, I nodded and surrendered to the rush.

As we kissed, the world around us blurred—the laughter, the thumping of bass, the clinking of bottles—it all faded until there was nothing left but the two of us, lost in our own universe. I could feel his hard dick pressing into me, the rhythm of him grinding against my soaked underwear clad core igniting an unparalleled heat inside me. The urgency of it all sent waves of pleasure rolling through, and I could hardly catch my breath.

“Fuck” I murmured against his lips, my head spinning with the sensations, pulling back just enough to look into his eyes.

“I know.” A teasing grin spread across his face, his breath hitching with excitement. “You’re so fuckin pretty.”

I quirked an eyebrow, the thrill of boldness flooding my veins. “you think so?”

“Definitely.” He lowered his voice, close enough for only me to hear. “I wanna feel everything fucking inch of you.”

There was a challenge in his eyes, one that made me want to climb higher and lower myself into the depths of this enchanting night with him. And beneath the oak’s ancient boughs, among rustling leaves and whispers of a sleeping world, I felt a warmth bloom in my chest—a daring desire to unleash the parts of myself that I often kept hidden.

I clung to him tighter, sensing the urgency of the moment. I wanted to taste the thrill of life, to dive deeper into the unknown while being shielded in his embrace. He kissed down my throat, before moving his hand up, and shoving his fingers inside my panties.

I gasped as his middle finger swiped up my slit. “Noah please.” I whined, my head falling back against the tree. He quickly looked around, to make sure we were hidden behind the tree before continuing. He shoved his two middle fingers deep inside me, as he groaned.

“You’re so tight baby.” He nipped at my neck, as he pumped his fingers a little faster. He pulled them out, shoving them into his mouth letting out another moan. “Fuuuuck, I’m definitely eating your pussy later.”

I let out a breathless giggle, as he reached down to his jeans pulling out his impressive length. My eyes widened. “Holy fuck Noah.” I groaned, losing my patience to finally feel him inside me. He smiled, kissing my lips softly. “Shhh I got you baby.”

He lined himself up, slowly pushing in as we moan in unison. After a few soft thrusts of his hips he moved his arms underneath both of my knees spreading me wide open, pushing me harder against the tree. He left one last kiss to my lips, softly biting my lip, as I moaned into his mouth.

He shoved his face into my neck as he thrusted harder, and faster into me. My nails dug into the back of his neck, as I relished in the pleasure he was giving me. “Fuck Noah please…” I gasped.

He pulled his face back, laying his forehead against mine. “You gonna cum baby?” Unable to find my voice, I nodded my head quickly. He let out a breathless chuckle, at my messy state. His lips hovered by my ear, his deep voice softly whispering.

“Then do it…let me feel you.” That was all it took for me to absolutely lose it. I came hard, my thighs shaking in his hands, whimpering his name over and over. “That’s it baby, good girl.” He groaned, as he watched me come undone.

He continued thrusting, chasing his own high. He quickly pulled out, holding me tightly against him as he came all over the tree underneath my still shaking form. After we caught our breath, he pulled me away from the tree gently placing me back onto my feet.

He tucked himself back in, before pulling my dress back down into place. All of sudden I became shy and nervous. “Shit…that was -“ his voice quickly cut me off, as he eyed me hotly. “What are you doing tomorrow?”

I smiled, stepping closer to him, and looking up at him batting my lashes. “I don’t know….you tell me.” He chuckled, placing one last kiss to my lips, before taking my hand walking up back to the party.