#me: sweating nervously- well he kinda does---

[freaksun]

eddie doesnt let anyone touch his hair. ever.

it reminds him of his late mother, who had the same gorgeous untamed curls. She used to comb his hair when he was little, being ever so gentle and taking her time brushing out the knots.

his father made him feel less-than for just about everything about him, including his gorgeous mane. Called him awful names and always told him to ‘cut that fairy shit’ when it grew too long.

so, ever since she passed, and his father went to jail, hes been growing it.

unfortunately, she never taught him how to take care of it, she’d always just do it herself. So, he doesnt put product in it, he doesnt cut it, he doesnt even brush it. And, stubborn as his mama, he doesnt let anyone else touch it either.

then you come along, happy and sweet, always loving to everyone. he falls in love with you so fast he hardly even notices. you certainly dont either.

one hot summer day you’re both in his room, you on his bed, him pacing, frantically explaining some sort of nerdy campaign idea. you dont know, you havent been listening for a while, too distracted by the way he keeps wiping sweat from the back of his neck. you cut him off rudely, he doesnt mind

“hey eddie?”

“sweetheart?”

“whens the last time you got a haircut?”

he freezes, silent, which is very out of character, dude never shuts up.

“uhh. like a few years ago. why?”

its your turn to be quiet, suddenly all coy. he finds you absolutely adorable as you stare at his floor, trying to find a way to ask him without startling him. as if he were some wild animal, which, he basically is.

“just.. immm noticinggg its kinda matted in the back…”

you try to sound the least accusing as you can. he doesnt seem offended but you can tell hes thinking.

“well, yeah, i. i guess i just havent touched it since. well my mom used to do it for me”

you feel like an ass, touching on something you shouldnt have, making him all quiet and sad. you backtrack.

“jesus, eddie, im sorry i didnt mean to-“

“its okay angel, i know”

he sits next to you. you give him a nervous smile, still sweet, hesitantly reaching for his curls. you can tell he’s hesitant too, but he nods, granting you permission. you take a single strand between your fingers, twirling it.

“Its so pretty, eds. ..would you let me? take care of it, i mean?”

hes scared. but youre so sweet and youre asking so nicely. a part of him is scared if he lets you, he loses another part of his mom. but the other part is staring into your eyes and seeing nothing but genuine affection.

“i.. i guess you could.. try.”

his heart pounds in his chest. You absolutely beam, thanking him immediately and bouncing around the room, looking for a brush. he laughs, shaking his head. you watch as he rummages through his closet, before handing you a light pink brush. you think about teasing him for it but he already looks vulnerable. you smile sweetly instead, taking it from him.

“sit” you point with the brush. he does as you say, running his hands up and down his thighs in a self soothing motion.

“its okay eds, you dont have to be nervous.. ill be gentle i promise” he gives you an unconvincing smile. you return with a guilty one, downturned. you kneel in front of him, in between his knees, brushing his bangs with your fingers.

“we can stop whenever you want, okay?” his cheeks are bright red as he nods timidly

you move to sit behind him, and run your hands through his curls gently, admiring it. you take a part, hold it at the root, and brush gently.

“that feel okay? tell me if it hurts” ever so sweet.

“mm-hm” you can feel his nervousness. “you- you remind me of her, y’know”

youre pretty taken aback, but honoured nonetheless. you keep brushing through the mattes in his hair as you talk.

“Yeah? Wanna tell be about her?” youre not sure if its the right thing to say, but you figure he probably hasnt talked about her in a long time. you can practically feel his energy shift.

“she was sweet. loving and kind to everyone, like you.” you both smile. “and she was pretty. beautiful. i really miss her.” you stop, rub his back a little.

“i can only imagine.. im sorry eddie.” he turns to face you, smiling.

“s’alright sweetheart. thanks for letting me talk about her” he hugs you. you hug him back, tight.

“hows the ole hair going?” He asks when he pulls back, a joking tone to lighten the mood.

“good!!! ive gotten the mattes outta this chunk here, it looks good. your hair is really beautiful, eds” youre ecstatic and it travels to him.

“thank you. my mom had the same hair.” he smiles, turning back around to let you continue.

“i bet she was really gorgeous.” youre extra-extra gentle. He keeps talking and you keep working. He tells you about how she smelled, the softness of her voice, his favourite memories with her. he tells you about the last time he saw her. he tells you all the things hes been holding inside, everything he never got to tell anyone, never trusted anyone enough. and when hes done, his hair is untangled and soft.

you smile proudly, running your hands through his hair, marveling at your work.

“its done” he whips around, looking at you with wide excited eyes

“really??” you nod, smiling wide. he runs over to the bathroom to see for himself. You stand behind him, peeking over his shoulder in the mirror. Hes surprised, looks like he might even cry. you wrap your arms around him, leaning your head against his arm.

“do you like it? Its a little poofy, but you can wash it out and it’ll look be-“ he cuts you off by turning around and hugging you. he hugs you tight, lifting you up.

“thank you.” you can tell he really means it.

[chamomiletealeaf]

Omg I just thought of something for my fellow curly/black hair readers.

Going home with Simon after meeting him at a bar with your hair straightened, a tight little lowcut dress pushing your tits up and that you have to be careful bending over or lifting your arms too high in because it would expose your tiny panties and your ass hidden underneath it, and some strappy heels.

And god does Simon notice. He can’t keep his eyes off of you the entire night and the way you pull the hem of your dress down over your ass when it rides up. He’s already imagining bending you over and shoving his face into your clothed pussy from behind, letting your dress ride up to expose your ass.

He makes his move and he ends up in your bed a few hours later where you both cum like you haven’t in years. And when it’s time to shower, he invites you in with him.

“Oh- um- I can’t get my hair wet.” You say.

“Just put it up love it won’t get wet.” He responds, brushing a strand out of your face.

You both stand in the bathroom, water running and fogging up the room with the steam, and you don’t have long until the humidity starts to make your hair frizz up and shrink.

“Hm. I- no really I can’t. The humidity is-“

Simon laughs.

“Oh honey, you’re adorable. C’mon nothings gonna happen. You’ll live I promise.”

You looked at the way his body glistened with sweat and the steam from the room and you’d hate to miss out on seeing the water run down his rough, sexy body. You just gotta make sure your hair doesn’t betray you and give away your secret.

“Ok.” You relent.

Simon hugs and kisses you in the shower, running his hand up and down your body while you dodge your head out of water every time you get too close.

“You got a lot of brushes in here. What you got one for each strand?” He jokes.

You laugh nervously, hoping he won’t realize the dramatic ratio in shampoo to conditioner you have that would give away more of your secret.

“C’mon relax love. What’s the matter? I’ll get out if you’re uncomfortable.” He says concerningly.”

“No it’s- it’s not you, I just… you like me right? I’m pretty?” You ask.

“What? Love, I wouldn’t be here if I thought you weren’t, nothing’s gonna change that.”

“Nothing?”

He grips your chin and tilts your head up so you look into his eyes.

“Nothing. What are you an axe murderer or something?” He jokes with a smirk.

You giggle, feeling better.

“No.”

You bite your lip anticipating your next move, and you finally give in.

“Lemme get under the water for a second.”

And you move under the stream, soaking your hair. You watch how it shrinks up and curls, but Simon doesn’t seem to notice. He’s too busy watching the water run down your tits and how pretty your skin looks all sleek from the water.

After your shower, Simon goes back into your room and waits for you to finish up in the bathroom. Your hair is drying up, and you can’t leave it without styling it or at least putting in some leave-in conditioner, but doing all that would take too long, but it’s too late to hide it now.

After about 10 minutes Simon knocks on the door.

“Hun? You ok in there?”

“Yeah! Um- one second.” You panic, looking at the curls on your head refusing to work with you.

“You sure? You’ve been acting kinda weird. I know we just met but you don’t have to hide anything from me.” He says.

You put one of your styling brushes down and sigh. You might as well just let him see now. You really liked him, and if he didn’t like all of you, better to learn that sooner than later.

You walk over to the bathroom door and open it, still in your towel, and Simon doesn’t say anything.

You look up at him after a second and you see him wide eyed, a smile forming on his face.

“It- doesn’t usually look like this. I haven’t finished styling it so it’ll be better when-“

“I love it.” He cuts you off. “As if you couldn’t get any prettier.” He says as he cups your cheek.

“Is this why you were worried about the water?” He asks with a laugh.

“Um- yeah, I thought you wouldn’t like it.”

“Oh love, I would’ve made a move sooner if I knew this was what was hiding, not that you were any less sexy before.” He says, booping your nose.

You giggle, feeling a little stupid that you had no problem letting this stranger man fuck you senseless, but you were too nervous about him seeing your natural hair.

“You think it’s pretty now? Just wait till it dries. It’s just gonna get bigger.” You joke.

“Can’t fucking wait.” He says with an excited expression on his face, then he picks you up to bring you back to the bedroom where you both spend the rest of your night.

Hopefully this one night stand won’t be just that.

:)))))

[hina-hina]

Perhaps when you’re ready can you write a Ghost and Soft!Reader and their child?😭❤️ I love your writing by the way!❤️❤️

Hello friend!! This is such a cute idea to go along with the soft!Reader series!! I'm so happy with how well received that post is and I'm loving everyones comments and ideas (ﾉ*ФωФ)ﾉ Hope you enjoy this one, thank you for requesting and I'm glad you like my writing!! (I put aside my final paper for class so I could post this today o_o)

I guess this is kinda a series now so chronologically it goes Soft!Reader post, Ghost getting secretly married post, then this one!

|| Ghost and Soft!Reader with a Child ||

Warnings: cursing, labor mentions, some angst

Ghost had been on deployment when you found out you were pregnant

You were shocked an unsure of how Ghost was going to react when he found out

but also really excited

Despite the two of you doing video calls whenever he could, you kept it a secret until he got back from deployment

You put the pregnancy test in a small gift box and wait for him to arrive

You are filled with anxiety all day, worried about what his reaction would be

When he comes in, you can already tell he is extremely tired so you don't want to bombard him immediately

So you hug him when he comes through the door, pull up his balaclava, and give him a few soft kisses

He immediately relaxes, happy to be home

You instruct him to go take a shower and he goes without fuss

When he comes back out in a simple black t-shirt and sweats, his wedding band still attached to its chain hanging from his neck, you feel your heart skip a beat

"Sit down," You instruct

"Awful bossy this evening, aye?" He teases, but does it anyway, small smile on his maskless face

"Hush!"

You present the small box to him, biting your lower lip nervously

He raises an eyebrow, large hands coming up over the box as he shifts his eyes between it and you

He opens it gently, staring at the small device for a moment before his eyes widen

"Your...."

Sets the box aside and immediately stands

"Your being serious?"

You simply nod and his eyes shift down to your stomach before he grabs you into a hug

He would be scared and distant at first, he would need time to process

I do think he would be good with kids

Once you two talk it out, he would become completely on board

Ghost is a girl dad, fight me

Would be so nervous when he goes to appointments with you

He Is so used to the good things in his life being taken away,

When he learns its a girl, he becomes slightly uneasy

He's not sure how he's gonna be with a kid period but knowing its a girl? He is terrified

Nonetheless, he finds himself buying things that he thinks you would like for the baby anyway

would hate it if he had to go back onto deployment before the baby is born

You reassure him you'll be fine and he reassures you he will be back for the birth

An ultrasound picture is placed alongside the picture of you in his breast pocket

Eventually tells his team he's going to have a baby and they are in shock, even more so than before

Imagine you go into labor early and he almost misses it

He shows up still in uniform (minus the weapons bc there isn't anyway he is getting into a hospital with all that on) and black grease paint still smudged around his eyes

But, damnit, he's there

Is scared shitless during labor

He doesn't want anything to happen to either of you

But you deliver the baby and it's handed to him and she looks so small in his hands o(*////▽////*)q

Tears fill his eyes and he feels his cold heart thaw a little more

He gets leave for a little while to take care of you and the baby

He doesn't want to leave you two but you reassure him that you know his work is important

You make him promise to always come back to the two of you

The little girl grows up looking up to Ghost a lot and he feels he doesn't deserve it but loves it anyway

Whenever he comes back, he wants to spend as much time with the two of you as possible

He sends her letters that you read to her before bed

She helps you make care package and includes her drawings

A third picture is put into the pocket, one with all three of you

He brags about all of his daughters accomplishments to his teammates

Imagine one day he decides to surprise her at school when he comes back home

So after you drop her off, you go and pick Ghost up

The two of you go to her school and the teacher sends her to the principal's office

Ghost is waiting there with you, uneasy about being around so many people but when he sees his little girl? He is GONE

She comes in and immediately brights, running to her dad

Immediately drops to his knees to hug her when she comes running at him

Hugs her so close, then stands and goes over and grabs you too

He has never been this happy to be home

[satorusugurugurl]

HIHI is this for the summer Drabble thing? If yes can I choose the hiking with Choso and like I dunno kinda maybe perhaps exhibition kink? I LOVE UR WORK SO DAMN MUCH I ALWAYS CHECK UR STUFF KEEP GOING UR AMAZING ❤️❤️❤️

-Kirby

What a View!

Summary: Marie’s Summer Fest prompt: Hiking

Pairing: Choso Kamo x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: exhibitionism, smut, outdoor sex, unprotected sex, creampie

Word Count: 1,598

A/N: sjndjdjfjdn thank you so much! Ugh you guys are so sweet to me I love you!!! I hope I can keep putting out stuff for you guys to enjoy! On that note! we only have one more prompt to post and then we are finished with my 2K follower celebration! These props were a lot of fun and I hope you guys enjoyed them as much as I did! Love your guys!

“Oh my god.” you granted to yourself as you climbed higher up the mountain you and Cho had decided to climb on your day off. “What the hell was I thinking?”

“You said you wanted to be one with nature. I tried to warn you that you would regret this decision, but you told me you needed to find your Zen.”

It was barely eight-thirty in the morning, the sun wasn’t even at its highest, and yet you were already sweating. “Yeah, well, the next time I tell you, I need to find my Zen. Give me a phone and watch some sensory videos for a baby or something. Would be an easier way to find instead of climbing a mountain!” Choso chuckled, looking back at you with a gentle smile; he hadn’t even managed to break his sweat yet; then again, he does more intensive training than you do.

“Come on, it'll be okay. We’re almost to the top!”

“Mmm,” you grumbled as you continued, climbing up the hilltop to overlook the beautiful mountainside you had chosen to hike.

When you finally reached the top, you watched your boyfriend’s eyes sparkle as he overlooked the sea of trees roaming over the mountains you were surrounded by. That smile on his face, with the far-off look in his eyes, made you realize that maybe this was worth all the sweating. So perhaps you would have to make this an activity the two of you would do occasionally.

“It's beautiful up here.”

“Yeah, but it’s fucking hot. After we rest for a bit, can we start climbing down? I'm starting to get hungry, and before we even think about going to eat, I want to take a shower first.”

“Yeah, of co—agh! What are you doing?!” When your sweet, loving boyfriend glanced back over to you, and he saw that your tank top had been lifted, wiping at the sweat dripping down your face. Leaving you in nothing but your shorts like that left your sports bra on full display for anybody to see.

You were so pretty. Your skin was flawless, your breasts were smashed together, and the confinements of your bra made Choso’s pants tighten. You were so cute and perfect in his eyes. Seeing you like that made him glance around protectively for any peering eyes.

“I’m wiping sweat off my face?” you asked point-blank as if it were the most obvious answer.

“I-I know that, but why are you lifting your shirt? Someone could see you!”

“Cho there is no one up here.” you motion around you to emphasize your point. “I think we’re good.” You take note of the way his hands dart down to cover up his crotch. His cheeks are flushed, and his eyes nervously glance around for any other souls that could be up there with you, watching you. “Oh—“ you bite your bottom lip, smirking at how he shrinks in on himself. “Unless you like the idea of that.”

Choso blinks, whiling towards you in shock. “Wh-What?! I—” His dark eyes darted down towards the crotch, his pants not even bothering to be coy about it, painfully obvious. “M-Maybe a little—?”

“Yeah?”

Choso, once you do nothing more than climb the mountain and crawl under a rock. You must be disgusted with his arousal at the idea of being intimate out in the open like this. He wouldn’t blame you if you were because the more he looked at your body, the more he wanted to take you right there out in the open.

“Choso~” your sweet singsong voice had his attention darting towards you, finding your tank top and sports bra pushed up, revealing your perfect breast to him.

“H-Honey!” he yelled, rushing to pull your bra back down. You snatched his wrist with your hand as he reached for it, preventing him from readjusting your clothes. “Honey?”

“I want you, Cho~ right now.”

Choso wasn't sure what happened or how it happened so fast. One second, he was standing a good five feet away from you, and the next, your hands were pressed against the tree in front of you, the bark of it dug into the palms of your hands, scratching the surface of your skin. Your boyfriend watched your head fall forward leg, shaking as he gripped your hips, slamming into you.

“M-Mmm—nngh—mm!!”! You moan softly, digging your teeth into your bottom lip as the sound of Choso’s ball sopping your ass off the trees just off the trail he dragged you down.

“Mmm—good girl.” Choso praised his hands, reaching up, groping your breasts that bounced with each hard thrust. His fingers kneaded at them, holding them gently. “You keep squeezing me. It feels so good!”

“Ahn fuck Cho!” you did your best to keep your voice down, but you were finding that extremely difficult with how good the drag of his cock inside your pussy felt.

“Fucck, oh fuck this is so hot I need—” a twig snapped somewhere in the distance, causing you both to freeze up momentarily in shock.

“Baby, maybe we should stop—mmphm!” You cried out as Choso’s hand clamped over your mouth, his cock throbbing inside of you as he began slamming into you, his lips moving over your neck as he softly grunted and whined against your neck.

You had just been teasing him in the beginning! Choso was the type of person that was easy to tease. But feeling him twitching and panting made it clear that your boyfriend was an exhibitionist. His mouth pressed firmly against the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he snarled, thrusting inside of you faster, deeper. The head of his cock pressed firmly against your cervix before pulling out just enough to slam into your g-spot before pushing himself in as deep as he could.

Being out in the open like this, with the chance of anyone coming across you, had your knees buckling, making it difficult for you to stand. This had to be one of the most erotic moments of your entire life. Having Choso fuck you in the middle of the woods like some animal in heat. Fuck, it was so arousing it was honestly driving you wild, causing you to dig your nail into the bark of your sturdy tree while your walls squeezed around your boyfriend tightly.

Choso smirked against your skin, a deep, rumbling chuckle sounding inside his throat as he leaned in his mouth close to your ear. “Heh, what was it? Weren’t you the one teasing me earlier? Liking the idea of being caught?” his sharp canines dug into the skin of your neck, your sharp cries muffled by his palm. “I think you’re the one who likes this. I can feel you clamping down on me. You’re squeezing me so tight.” his words, your eyes rolling back as you nodded in agreement. “At least you're honest. Now be a good girl and cum for me.”

Who were you to deny your boyfriend? Your head rocked back, resting against his shoulder while you shut your eyes tight as you came around him, squirting hard. Your moans were still muffled and inaudible because of his palm, and you were thankful for his hand. Because holy shit, your boyfriend was fucking so you so good. His cock was sliding deeper into you before throbbing as Choso came, his fingers gripping at your hips, squeezing them to the point you would have marks left. These marks would be a pleasant reminder of your sexual escapade out in the woods. A delightful memory as the warmth of his cum flooded you in the deepest parts, slowly spreading until Choso barely held you both up.

After a minute to recover, your boyfriend weakly pulled out of you, watching as you stumbled forward just an inch before resting your head against the tree you were clinging to your thumb in your ears as Choso adjusted both of your clothes before his hands gently grabbed your shoulders. He massages them before placing a gentle kiss against your cheek, smiling softly.

“Are you okay, honey?”

“I’m great,” you whispered, turning your head to watch him with a shy and hesitant smile. But we might have a bit of a problem.”

“Are you hurt? I wasn’t too rough with you, was I?”

The other concern in his voice had your heart fluttering. “No, I am okay. I just uhm—” Your body decided to answer your boyfriend‘s question for you. He watched as your legs gave out, resulting in you slowly sinking to your knees. The impact had you whining. “I don’t think I’ll be able to walk for a while.”

Luckily for you, your boyfriend was one of the sweetest souls you had ever known. He carried you all the way down the hiking trail, happily chatting with you as you wrapped your arms around your neck. You peppered kisses along his cheek as if he didn’t just fuck the life out of your legs. It was safe to say you both would be taking more hikes in the future, especially if they ended like this.

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[savannahsdeath]

TEACHER!ELLIE WILLIAMS X STUDENT!READER

PART 1ONE

part 2two

mdni please<3

summary: you stay with your teacher - ellie because youre sure she didnt grade your exam correctly. she turns out to be easy to spend time with, even though youre her student

warnings: 18+ please!!

writers note: calling ellie 'miss williams' kinda cringes me but ig thats how it is.. before yall attack me or smthn reader is not a minor so its all legal also i imagine this is like the last grade of highschool?? i dont know what age it is in usa since im polish and yeah it would be legal for us but maybe not in america so idk😭😭

Ellie Williams was a teacher in your college, most students' favourite. She wasn't boring or too strict although she was serious about her lessons and she always made sure everyone listens. The point is, everyone wanted to listen.

You loved how passionate she is about her job. You could tell sharing her knowledge with next generations makes her proud. The rest of the students mostly liked her for her looks. She was attractive, even for you, especially when she was looking at you from under her glasses. Oh, god, her glasses... And the way she adjusts them with her slim fingers... Yes, she was definitely attractive. And pretty young, as for a teacher. But the way all of those stupid frat boys made clearly sexual comments about her was making you want to throw up.

You never missed her lessons and you were her best student. You could tell she appreciates the way you look honestly interested in her lessons. That's why you were surprised when you suddenly got a D from an assignment.

You stayed after class to talk with her about it. Something was off. You stayed the whole night to do it, with blood, sweat and tears.

You found her in her office, reading some papers. After saying simple 'good afternoon' you sat in a chair in front of her desk. She dropped the papers that turned out to be your assignment.

"I was just about to talk to you." She sternly said, not looking in your direction. "Why are you helping him?"

You had no idea what she's talking about, so you stayed quiet, letting her talk.

"You've always been so responsible - straight A's, making the presentations in time. Did he pay you? Be honest, I won't report it anywhere. Luke wouldn't do that himself."

You frowned. "I'm sorry, I don't understand. What does Luke has to do with this?"

Luke was your talking stage. You weren't interested in him but he was in you and that's it. Your opinion didn't matter. He was popular and you wanted to have good reputation so you allowed him to do... whatever.

Miss Williams showed you two papers. One was yours, the other... based on the handwriting - Luke's.

"Look at the signatures." She ordered. "How did it happen? No bullshit."

They were swapped. Luke's work, graded for a D, had your name on it.

"That's an interesting word to use for a teacher. Umm... Yeah, I don't..." You started stuttering, not knowing what to say. You often helped him out but not this time.

"Just admit you helped him and I'll give you your A. Easy as that." She finally looked up at you. Her glasses reflected the light in a way that made it hard to look her in the eyes, so you wasn't able to tell what she's thinking. Was she judging you or are you just paranoid?

"I told him to give you my assignment since he was staying in your class longer, I swear, I didn't-" You sighed. "He had to... How could he..." You continued mumbling.

"Sh, shh... I can tell it's your handwriting. I just thought you did it on purpose." She said in a reassuring voice.

"Will he have any problems? It's not a big deal, so if we could just..." You looked at her with your doe eyes, nervously biting your bottom lip. The way she was looking at you made you understand why were the other students all over her. You took a deep breath, trying to gather your mind, embarrased you even thought about her in a... romantic... way.

"Okay, my dear. Here's your well earned A." She showed you a new copy of the assignment with an A grade written at the top. You also notice her fingers slightly grazing your hand as she does so. the same fingers you used to imagine touching you in such an intimate way "Now, if it's not a big secret, why are you even worried about Luke? For him, a better grade is more important than you. But if you really like him, I may group you both together in the next presentation."

"No, I don't, it's not that..." You quickly explained. "It's just... I don't even know. He's just everywhere I go."

You could tell something was off when Miss Williams mentioned Luke. She never did speak poorly about any of your classmates, not even once - it's simply unprofessional. But, this time, she seemed irritated, perhaps even annoyed.

"I'm glad to hear that, he's no good for you. He obviously wants more than an assignment swap." She put all of the papers back into her file. Suddenly, she leaned in towards you. Not too close, but way closer than she was before. "You look nervous."

"I am." You admitted quietly. Your heart starts beating fast. She's never been this close before. You both met after classes before and she was friendly, sure, but never this... interested. She made it to the point you didn't saw her as a professor anymore, just a woman, maybe even potential... girlfriend.

"I can help you with that stress if you'd like." She says, her voice barely above a whisper.

You couldn't resist her. She leans in closer, until your faces are so close together that your breaths become one and if it wasn't for the desk, your bodies would be pressed together. The moment she touches your cheek, you can't resist anymore and kiss her back. She takes your hands and presses them against the back of her head, pulling you closer as she deepen the kiss.

You never felt this way before. This doesn't feel wrong, it's... exciting. She's exciting.

You hear a faint sound from outside. Someone trying to open the door.

Miss Williams quickly straightens up: she straightens her clothes, fixes her hair, and picks up her papers. Then, with a deep breath, she answers the knock.

"Hello... Can I help you?" She opens the door.

It's Luke, standing there with a wide smile on his face.

"Luke? What are you doing here?" Your eyes flicked from Luke to the teacher and back again, not understanding what's happening.

"I just realized I forgot my bag at class today, so I dropped by to pick it up. But I see you have company." He looks at you and gives you a subtle wink.

"Oh, don't worry. I was just giving her assignment back an A. The A she deserves." She says with a nervous laugh.

"Yeah, exactly, Luke. I know you swapped our assignments." Your eyes lingered at him for longer this time, as you saw he knows something so you tried changing the topic to more formal one.

"I... uhh... no, I didn't do that." He replies nervously, his tone and body language giving him away.

Miss Williams looks at you with an expression that conveys "I can't believe this is happening."

You continue; "Look, Miss Williams found our assignments mixed up. Mine... with your D grade on it... and yours, with my A on it."

Luke shifts uncomfortably, realizing he's been found out. "Oh... well... I guess I'll just be on my way then." He says awkwardly.

"Just take your bag and go before I change my mind and not be so nice." Your teacher said, making eye contact with you instead of him.

Luke quickly grabs his bag and scurries away.

Miss Williams sighs and closes the door. "What a little... trouble maker." She says with a smile. She walks towards you and stands in front of you, facing you directly. "I hope he didn't bother you too much." She says softly, her tone carrying a slight flirty vibe.

You smile and shake your head, even though the truth is he did.

"You should go now, I don't want your parents worrying. Visit me here from time to time though, 'kay?" She smirks, stroking your hair.

"Yes, ma'am." You reply, trying to be playful but failing in your nervousness. "I will... umm... see you at class tomorrow."

"I'll be looking forward to it." She replies, a grin on her face as she stares deep into your eyes.

As you leave, you try to remain composed, but you're melting inside.

[zsturiolosx]

Pretty accident

Pairing: Dom!chris x Reader

Summary: When you are just searching for something to eat in the fridge, and Chris sees your micro shorts by accident…

Warnings: Smutt, make out, kinda public, pet names cursing, overstimulation.

You’ve been in the triplets house, your best friends, for almost a day now. You slept over yesterday, and now they don’t want you to leave.

It’s almost dinner time, well, for you, and there’s nothing to eat in their fridge. You are searching for food, bending a little down, so focused on your journey you don’t hear the world around you.

“Damn, there’s nothing to eat here” You mumble, getting annoyed only by the idea of cooking now.

Then suddenly, you hear someone whispering by the door.

“Oh, my god- fuck…” You look up and sees Chris, one of your best friends, turning around and quickly leaving the place.

“Chris!” You laugh, calling him to come back, he slowly turns around, walking to you “what’s wrong?”

You were still smiling, even if chris’s face looked worried.

“Nothing. I need to go, like, now.” He again turns around, but you grab his arm and stare at his ocean blue eyes.

“Chris, what happened? Y’know you can tell me anything, yeah?” As you talk more, looking at him giving all your attention, his face changes from worry to desperate.

“fuck, I just can’t talk to you right now” you laugh, nervously.

What the fuck happened - you think to yourself.

You look down, not wanting him to see your worried expression, but you realize, lowering your vision, that chris was holding his crotch with both of his hands.

“what the… “ you mumble, realizing that his sweat pants were tightening around his thighs.

He follow your eyes, looking down to his pants.

“Shit, i’m so sorry, Y/n!” He says, then he takes his hands and put them on your shoulders.

When chris does that, you can clearly see every inch, hardening more with every second. You feel your body heating up, and although you’re trying, you can’t take your eyes off of it.

It is just so…big, and you’ve never seen one your entire life, being a 19 years old virgin.

Some people think it’s crazy, waiting that long, but you never seemed to mind, you wanted to be with someone very special.

You hear foot steps, and distance talks, taking you out of your transe.

You run and hide him beside you, accidentally touching his dick with your ass.

“Fuck- don’t do that” he whimpers in your ear, making shivers go down your neck.

“Hey guys.” Nick says, blocking his phone and looking at you guys. “what’s up?”

“nothing” you say and smile, shyly, and chris just stands there.

He wasn’t able to do nothing but squeeze your arm, trying not to cum just for the feeling of your body touching his hard rock dick.

“ya’ll are weird” Matt says and laughs, your faces were weird for a fact, but they couldn’t know what happened to chris.

They left after getting two cans of soda out of the fridge and you finally release your breath, not even knowing you were holding it.

You slowly turn around, realizing how close you were next to him. Your mouths were inches apart, his hot breath were caressing gently your skin.

“chris…” you whisper, his eyes were looking down on you, and his pupils were almost occupying his whole eyes.

“i’m really sorry, love, i don’t know what happened to me. I just… saw you bending down on your micro shorts and my mind went places.” His voice were low and raspy, your entire body heated up and you were no more controlling your actions.

You stand in your toes and wrap your hands around his neck, gently scratching the back of his neck. And the next thing you know is that your mouth was touching his.

His arms wrap your waist tightly, the kiss starts to heat up, and he asks for permission caressing your bottom lip with his tongue.

You let him, and your tongues start touching, like in a perfect dance. It was incredible, giving shivers all over your body.

The kisses go down your neck, leaving hickeys all over you. Chris suddenly picks you up, holding you by your ass.

He walks a little and leaves you on top of the counter, the unexpected contact of the cold marble with your thighs make you gasp. But Chris doesn’t stop, he keeps kissing you with all of his self.

His hands that were in your waist go a little down, meeting with the elastic of your shorts, quickly meeting your panties.

“Can I, love?” He asks during the kiss, just getting a needy yes from you.

His fingers quickly go inside your clothes, finding your weak spot. You gasp, letting a small moan leave your mouth.

Chris is quick, and his finger meets your folds, Chris puts his fingers slowly into you, already giving you the biggest pleasure you’ve ever felt.

Suddenly, he is fucking you with two fingers. You couldn’t control the moans that were leaving your mouth.

You were biting his shoulder, trying not to make everybody hear you, but when you feel the knot forming in you stomach, you leave a big moan out, that makes Chris whimpers.

“Chris- mhm… they are.. gonna hear us” You try to say, fighting your orgasm.

“You’re right, love” Chris responds, taking his fingers off of you, and you immediately feel an empty sensation.

He picks you up, your legs wrapping around his body, and starts to walk to his room. Chris closes the door behind you and leaves you in his bed.

Your body was still covered, leaving only place to imagination. Chris goes on top of you, leaving kisses and small bites all over you neck and shoulders.

He was teasing you, going slow and taking his time, but he realized that you were needy. Chris interrupted your orgasm, and he could still feel your body trembling a little bit.

When he reaches your top, he looks at you, asking for permission to take it off, and you quickly nod a yes.

The vision of your boobs in that white lace bra was just maddening to him, made him crazy. His dick was hurting already, but he knew it was your first time and he did not wanted to rush you.

Chris kisses your whole body and going down, leaving a trail of kisses through your stomach.

You grab his face, bringing him to you again. You were impatient and wanting to feel him fill you up.

“Chris, please… “ You beg, with doe eyes. He smirks and kisses you passionately.

“So needy for me, huh?” He says, getting up and pulling down his pants, his boxers were filled, tight. But before he did anything, he went over you again and left a kiss on your jaw.

“Are you sure, love? We can stop if you want” He whispers, looking at you carefully. Chris was treating you like you were made out of glass, and that made you feel so good.

“Yes, Chris, please.” You kiss him, feeling your body energizing.

He nods and back away for a minute, taking off his boxers, then slowly taking off your micro shorts and white panties. He could never imagine a better vision than the one he had now, you were just so perfect for him.

“You are so fucking amazing” He whispers, smiling at your, now, exposed body.

Once Chris is back up, he alights himself with your entrance.

You wrap your hands around his shoulders, preparing yourself. He slowly starts pushing into you, you feel every inch penetrating your body.

“Oh my- fuck, chris!” You say, biting your lips to fight the urge to scream.

It was a burning sensation, but it was almost turning to pure pleasure. Your walls were squeezing around him, making him whimper into your ear.

You dig your nails into his skin, not being able to contain your moans and whimpers.

“Fuck- You’re so tight for me, love” His low and raspy voice was driving you to the edge, the knot again building in your stomach.

But when you look down, you see that only half of him were inside of you. You knew he was big, but not that much.

“Chris, mhm- You can move now” You look at him, his eyes were shining when they met yours. Chris gave you a kiss before pushing into you again.

The burning sensation comes back, your mouth hanging open, moans leaving it and filling the room. Once the pain turns to pleasure, you squeeze him and Chris starts thrusting into you.

It did not last long until your legs starts shaking, the knot growing more and more, until you could feel like you wouldn’t last.

“Chris, i’m gonna… mhm, fuck-“ Your whole body trembles, moans leaving your mouth as loud as you can. Your liquid spilling all over Chris’s dick.

“Fuck, just… wait a bit, love” He whimpers, his thrusting becoming sloppier and sloppier. You feel Chris’s body tremble, and finally, painting your walls white.

You feel his cum warm you in the inside, you both look down and see the bulge appearing on your belly. Your breathing were accelerated and uneven.

Chris pulls out of you, laying down on your side, his fingers gently caressing your hair.

“Are you okay, my love?” He asks carefully, leaning and giving you a quick kiss.

“I have never felt better.”

author: GUYS this is my first time doing this 😭 i hope it’s good!! i had this idea like weeks ago but i was too lazy to write it hahaha

[lordsukunas]

never make him love me

tldr: you’re determined to confess to teen!gojo, but your chances of success are literally 0.

cw: angst/no comfort... sorry? reader is a bit very delusional n kinda weird, gojo may be a bit ooc, no curse au, gender neutral (i think) but reader is wearing a skirt, and im p sure this is not very accurate to the actual japanese school system. not beta read btw

a/n: this has been in my drafts for too long... whoops! trying a different divider but i don’t rlly like it. also does reader count as a girl/boyfailure here or not? they kinda strange tbh :/ idk lol, hope yall enjoy getting rejected by gojo n can yall guess who hes already in love w

you’re in love with gojo satoru.

which, to be fair, a lot of people are. he’s a pretty face: soft, snow-white hair with bright cerulean eyes that draws anyone and everyone in. a big, gorgeous smile, and long, muscular limbs that you just know would feel so good wrapped around you.

plenty of people have confessed to him, and all of them have been rejected. that should be enough to put you off, to make you face the reality that gojo may not be madly in love with you, but it just makes you more determined. he’s just rejecting everyone else because he’s waiting for you!

that has to be it, right?

definitely, you think as you skip to gojo’s classroom. you can feel the weird stares from students (and even a teacher or two), but they don’t matter. you’re going to confess to gojo satoru, damn it, and nothing’s getting in the way.

it’s lunch period, thankfully, which means he’ll be with geto and ieiri. that’s good — his best friends will be there to watch him declare his reciprocated love for you.

you slide the door open, love letter and two packs of kasugai gummies in one hand. a few students in the room glance up at you, including gojo!

the two of you lock eyes — well, you think you do. it’s a bit difficult to tell, but his head is facing your direction, so he’s totally looking at you. he’s noticing you!!!

you bite your lip to stifle the giggle bubbling up in your chest and walk up to the perfect trio (hopefully, soon to be quadruple). “hi, gojo,” you say, a nervous yet giddy smile on your face.

“... hey?” he exchanges looks with geto before focusing back on you. “do i know you?”

okay, ouch. you literally sat behind him in chemistry, but, whatever. don’t focus on the little things!

“um, probably not, but!” you hold out the envelope with a heart sticker as the seal. “i have something to tell you.”

“uh... okay.” gojo scratches the back of his neck, then takes the letter. he slides his finger under the seal, tearing it open, and pulls the letter out. he unfolds it, and both geto and ieiri lean in to also read it.

a frown tugs at the corners of your lips. the words were meant for just gojo, not those two. although... does it really matter? you’re just proving that you’re a good fit for their best friend.

after a drawn out moment of silence, gojo chuckles, albeit awkwardly. “wow, uh... this is a lot.”

you nod. “yeah!” you also hand him the packs of gummies, which he takes a bit more eagerly than the letter and sets them on his desk. “so, um...”

your heart has been hammering in your chest this entire time, but now it feels like it’s trying to escape. sweat accumulates on your palms, and you resist the urge to wipe them on your skirt.

this is the big moment.

you hope and pray and plead to whatever being that’s out there for gojo to accept and reciprocate your feelings. with all the manifesting and ‘love spells’ you’ve done, it should work. gojo satoru is most definitely in love with–

“this is nice, but, uh, i’m not interested.”

...

what?

you blink down at him, and now you’re the one chuckling nervously. “i’m sorry?”

maybe you misheard. that had to be it, right? there’s no way he isn’t in love with you. you bought him gummies, you wrote him a letter, you spent countless hours researching and trying different manifestation methods, you prayed at the shrine, you learned his schedule so that you could pass by him on the way to class, you did everything for him.

he scratches the back of his neck again before refolding the letter and putting it back into the envelope. “i’m not really interested in a relationship right now. you’re probably really cool and stuff, so don’t take it personally.”

no, no, no, no. this isn't how this was supposed to go! he was supposed to say yes! what happened? what did you do wrong?

now you’ve embarrassed yourself in front of his friends. his best friends. how are you supposed to come back from this? thank god no one else in the room is paying attention right now.

heat creeps up the back of your neck and spreads to your face. sweat is drenching your palms, blood is roaring in your ears, and you really want to melt into the ground never to be seen again. you’re pretty sure your heart just shattered into a trillion pieces and a shard pierced your lungs, because you cannot breathe.

you then feel a hand on your forearm, and you jolt. it’s ieiri. “hey, are you–”

“i’m fine!” you blurt, and a few heads turn in your direction. you take the envelope back from gojo, spin on your heel, and rush out of the classroom.

damn it.

you’re pushing past people to get to the restroom, and you slam the stall door shut before locking it.

you’re so stupid. how could the gojo satoru be in love with you?

the tears finally spill from your eyes, running down your cheeks, and you let your face fall into your hands as you sob.

idiot, idiot, idiot.

you should’ve known you wouldn’t be any different. he wasn’t waiting for you. he’ll never be waiting for you. you never had a chance, and in your defense, no one did.

gojo’s heart has already been claimed by someone else, and if you were a little smarter, you’d know exactly who it is.

[verstppism]

Boy's Talk (About You) - Chapter 8

Chapter 8 - take me anywhere but home

word count: 1957

masterpost.

synopsis everyone has their secrets, a group chat formed by charles leclerc, pierre gasly, alex albon, lando norris and george russell knows all of them. the 'kill the grid' chat has only one purpose: gossiping about other drivers' lives, romantic and social

or, a casual chat leads to charles confessing a crush on max, who's has been his rival since childhood

If Charles was still half asleep, the iMessage notifications coming from Max definitely woke him up. All the nervousness and anxiety from last night made sense: Max was leaving Brazil and his girlfriend to spend New Years in Monaco. But what were his intentions behind such a sudden decision? If Max really broke up with her, then he wouldn’t be texting the older one on a cold December morning. Or would he? Max Verstappen was a confusing person. One night, he says he’s not happy with his girlfriend, the other he goes on a private padel match with his ex-rival. Things seem to go well between them.

It’s when he posts a photo with his girlfriend after the race that tears everything apart. Still in his racing suit. Messy hair. Still sweating. Everything that belonged to Charles and to him only. In fact, Max was his. Who does she think she is? Charles only thought about how he could talk so casually about Kelly right before calling him “Charlie” and pushing him as far away from Lance as possible in the sprint podium. It was driving him insane — More than he already is. After eternal minutes discussing his own love life and its frustrations, Charles notices he left Max on read, he had accidentally opened the app and his conversation with the other one.

“charlie: good morningg “

“charlie: i am! are u okay? “

Charles was really at a loss at words, so he decided to pretend that he didn’t know where Max was nor that he was a few meters from the blonde’s house.

“maxiee: yeah “

“maxiee: just had a little change of plans and came back to monaco “

“charlie: oh really? “

“charlie: did anything happen or? “

“maxiee: can we talk about this in person? “

“maxiee: we can go to that café you mentioned in the padel match “

He… Remember. Their meeting (date?) was months ago, and he remembers it. Something he slightly mentioned once in a lifetime, and he recalls it in perfect detail. Charles wonders if Max remembers everything that pondered his mind. He asks himself if he recalls their discussions back in their karting days, or when they slowly started to use pet names for the first time. In the end, did Max realize that they were made for each other, even though they were predestined to fight for a whole life?

“charlie: of course! what time? “

“maxiee: im just getting ready, i’ll be there in a couple minutes “

“maxiee: nothing is too far here “

Charles giggles at the last message, like he always did when he exchanged messages with his beloved. After all, it was more of a date orchestrated by Max — he is good at setting up dates so subtly. Or maybe Charles just accepts every invite from the other. — and again, alone together. A more casual reunion this time: without any sport or anyone that could get in their way. It seemed like a dream, Charles hoped it wasn’t.

He didn’t even mind telling his friends of such an important event, just got up from his bed and quickly got ready. Casual clothing and sunglasses to go unnoticed. It wasn’t easy to go on a date in broad daylight in a city as small as Monte Carlo.

—————

It really didn't take long for them to meet. That little cafeteria was one of the secret gems of Monaco, hidden between beautiful historic buildings. As Charles arrived, he already could see Max, stirring coffee and sugar on the delicate little cup. He was looking down, his face with little to no emotion, more like hesitant of… something. 

The doorbell ring filled the quiet place when the older entered the place getting the other's attention, which gave a soft and kinda sad smile to him. A smile that wasn't common as the post race ones or those shared in press conferences. ‘This is not the moment to overthink your relationship with him.’ Charles thought. 

“I’m not late this time. '' Leclerc broke the awkward silence between them as he sat down. “Yeah… I mean, you live around here, no?” Max sounded somewhat different. Nervous? Sad? Reading his feelings through his face wasn’t Charles’ best ability. “So remember when I told you I would spend New Years in Brazil?” 

“Of course! I was also about to ask you about it. Why did you come back home?” He said as he sat down. Home. Not the best wording at the moment, given that he’s actually Dutch and we are somewhere around near South France. It’s what they say: ‘home is where the heart is’. “Like… Did anything happen?”

“Yeah, uh…”  Apprehensive. A worried tone filled his voice. “Me and Kelly had a little fight right after Christmas and I thought it would be better for us to part ways. She wasn’t very willing to but… Can I be honest? I was growing tired of being stuck with her.”

Stuck with her. Stuck. Max was tired. Max doesn't like her. At All. Charles felt like his chest was collapsing in the best way possible. How was he supposed to act normally and feel pity for them when butterflies filled his stomach?

“And you know, I only kept the relationship up because of her daughter…” Verstappen smiled while looking at the cup. The older’s intrusive thoughts were telling to adopt a child with that man. He was such a good dad after all! “And PR too. I think our love wasn't reciprocal… I was there for the kid and she was for the status of being a Formula One driver's girlfriend.” 

“Oh Max… That's too bad. I’m so sorry for you” A pitiful look surged on Charles’ face, trying to show empathy and not that he was going insane over all of this. “I’m sure you and her will be able to meet again.” A shy smile appeared on the younger’s face when ocean and emerald eyes met. A comfortable silence surrounded them, only the ambient sound and smell of fresh coffee filled the empty café.

“Now that we are on the topic, it may sound rude but I need to get this off my chest. I doubt you two would still be together if you didn't win in 2021.” Still apprehensive, Charles felt safe to talk shit about Max’s ex-girlfriend. When he saw the other’s eyes glitter at the comment, he was sure: the blonde has been waiting forever to do this. “You doubt? I'm 100% sure! After we left RedBull’s party she started talking about marriage, mate. Can you believe that!?” 

Minutes that felt like hours passed by. Charles and Max talked about many secrets they've kept for each other for the mere thought of “this is not something you usually tell your best friend, especially when he’s dating a person you don’t really like”. In fact, they would never get to these specific topics – mostly about relationships. Maybe both were scared of oversharing and confessing their true love, ruining it all for once. The older didn't know if delusional thoughts took over, but he felt things were getting intimate, at some point, their feet touched and so their legs proceeded to slightly intertwine. 

They didn’t even bother to order food or anything. — and so the waiters did not ask them to. Perhaps it was an obvious date to whoever passed by. When leaving, Max only paid for this coffee cup that was now cold, half drunken and long forgotten on the table. Both got so deep in conversation they forgot the world keeps spinning, and the day goes by, like they always do. Like it always happens. If you didn’t know, you would guess that they were long-distance boyfriends meeting for the first time.

It was almost dusk when they left the café. The orange-ish colors in the sky implied the sun was setting, and so Max and Charles decided to walk home. Staying side by side on a very narrow sidewalk made their shoulders brush at all times.  

As they got closer to Leclerc’s house, he noticed that Max started to tense up. Was he scared of something? Scared of leaving Charles? That reaction started to worry him but as soon as they got to the older’s doorstep he spoke up, point blank:

“I… Charlie, the true meaning behind this all-of-a-sudden meeting is that… You are the love of my life. I’m sorry for not noticing it earlier.” Max stuttered, a subtle way to let the other know it was hidden and buried deep inside with fear for years and years. Maybe even his whole life. It drove Charles insane. It’s like he was feeling every single emotion at the same time. He swore he was dying or something. The older man fought every desire to kiss him right here in the middle of an empty sideroad right in front of his house, but he knew it would appear in every headline in worldwide newspapers. “Charles ‘il predestinato’ Leclerc is found kissing Life-long rival Max Verstappen”. That is not the best way to be in the news, probably something that would end their careers or worse: their friendship. With no words left to say, Charles just hugged him tight as if he would disappear at any time. “Je t'aime moi aussi, mon amour” He said as one or two teardrops slid across his cheek.

Feeling something wet hit his shoulder, Max broke the hug but still kept their bodies suspiciously close. He held the other’s face with both big hands as their eyes met once again, but now with much more compassion. After all they’ve gone through, all their ups and downs brought them to this moment. What they’ve been waiting for. 

“Wait wait wait.” Charles popped the little bubble they builded to protect themselves from the rest of the world. “Can we get inside first? I mean, it’s very romantic to kiss in the middle of the crosswalk I know but we’re kinda famous so yeah…” Max chuckled at the comment. “Of course we can, schatje”

He unlocked the door and let Verstappen enter as if nothing almost happened a few seconds ago. “Uh… So are-” He’s interrupted by the softest of lips crashing into his own, almost cornering him into a wall like a (ironically) raging bull. For the very first seconds they are both surprised by the feeling but locked in very quickly. This kiss felt like heaven, the way both mouths swayed together felt like they were pieces to a puzzle, just waiting for it to be finally found and placed together. It was definitely not what Charles thought it would be like but it was good nonetheless. 

They only broke the kiss when there was no oxygen left in their bodies still, they stayed close, panting and hanging on by a thread of spit. Leclerc hid his face on his lover’s shoulder and started giggling, ending up with a lowkey confused Max.

“Why are you laughing?” He said, with a broad smile on his face. Charles’ laugh was contagious.

“This is so stupid. Why did we take so long to do this?” 

It all came down to them snuggling together in Charles’ bed. The moonlight that invaded the room through a slightly opened window shines in their features, giving both an godly look. After a whole day spent with Max, Leclerc seemed to forget about his friends, who might’ve gone insane by his disappearance. So he was right: when checking his phone he’s welcomed with 86 missed calls, – all coming from 4 different people – and at least 300 messages coming from his group chat, Kill the Grid. Charles opens it, doesn’t read any of the past messages and starts typing.

“charlie: guys, youll never know what just happened '' Send it.

taglist: @mrsbrxkkxr , @nyxstice , @thedecalcomania-blog ,@sebastianize <3

[blue-sadie]

Fuck Them Both

Neteyam x Nerd Reader x Lo'ak

Series Masterlist

Prt 3 of the Fucking The Nerd Series

Summary: neteyam needs a goodbye present before he goes off to college

Warning: hair pulling, double penetration, slut shaming, aged up characters

Yn/3rd person pov

"What the fuck" lo'ak yelled as he barged into the room neither me or neteyam moved we didn't care "what little bro jealous" neteyam grinned "why the fuck" lo'ak screeched looking at me.

"Because lo'ak don't you know the saying what comes around goes around" I murmured getting comfortable on neteyams chest "but my brother" he hissed I glared at him "you don't see me complaining about you fucking kanu" I hissed.

He looked kinda taken a back at my words "look yn me fucking kanu doesn't mean you can fuck my brother" he muttered and started pacing back and forth.

"No offense bro but she can fuck whoever she wants" neteyam muttered and carefully lifted me off of him and grabbed his discarded shirt for me to cover myself with.

"I'm quickly gonna go shower" he murmured to me softly and kissed my forehead before disappearing into the bathroom.

I put his shirt on and got comfortable in the bed and watched as lo'ak shifted uncomfortably "how was she" I muttered making him growl out "why do you care so much anyways" he muttered pulling at his hair.

I sigh irritated that he doesn't remember "do you remember what you told me" I asked as my eyes glossed with tears "was that all a lie just to get into my pants".

He sighed out "no it wasn't" he huffed sitting on the edge of the bed rubbing his face "then why fuck kanu, why ignore me" I muttered "I don't know" he whispered only making me roll my eyes.

I looked around the room not looking in his direction it was covered in different colleges logos and posters "when is neteyam leaving" I asked "in a few days" lo'ak sighed.

A part of me wanted to forgive him but the other wanted me to slap him, we waited in silence for neteyam to return.

He returned wearing nothing but sweats I watched closely as he bumped shoulders with lo'ak as he came to sit next to me.

Lo'ak growled as neteyam put his arm around me and stormed off "he was always like a baby" he chuckled as he took out his laptop to put a movie on.

We sat in silence watching the movie it was a boring action movie i shifted in his arms trying to get comfortable "hey whats wrong" he asked shifting himself to look at me.

"I don't know" i murmured he looked at me thinking about something "you like him don't you" he whispered tilting his head i looked away nervously "i-i don't know" i stuttered.

He chuckled lowly and and turned my face to his "i know you do but he does as well" i looked at him weirdly "he never shut up about the thing that happened between you to after you left" he chuckled.

He began listing the things that lo'ak did "then why would he fuck kanu" i murmured i stared down at my lap not wanting to meet his gaze "listen yn he does like you but you can't teach a old dog new tricks so quick".

I rolled my eyes "lo'ak get in here" he called out and a few minutes later lo'ak stomped in "what" he grumbled not meeting our gaze "nothing i was just telling yn about how you couldn't stop talking about her when she left" lo'ak looked panicked as neteyam spoke.

"N-no" he stuttered crossing his arms "well brother yn in here feels the same" he smiled rubbing his hand over my arm lo'ak stared at me with anger "then why fuck my brother" he muttered walking closer.

"Dude chill out you fucked kanu and not her, so its not her fault" neteyam sighed, lo'ak rolled his eyes huffing out "ok im sorry yn i shouldn't have done that" he murmured.

"Me as well" i whispered looking up at him "now that i sorted your relationship out can i get my going away present" neteyam smiled putting his hands behind his head.

I tilted my head "what gift" i asked "well i was hoping for another round" he murmured and started kissing my neck my eyes shifted to lo'ak "dude what" lo'ak muttered "i didn't mean just me" he chuckled.

His eyes became half lidded as they flickered between me and lo'ak "fuck yes" lo'ak muttered and growled out as neteyam pulled me onto his lap "come here baby" he muttered pulling me into a kiss.

Lo'ak crawled on the bed behind me his hands running under my shirt moving them up to my breasts "fuck i forgot how good these feel" he growled kissing my neck.

Neteyam's lips molded against mine as lo'ak slowly ripped off my shirt "f-fuck" i moaned my body slowly started grinding against them i ran my hands up and down neteyam's chest.

Lo'ak and neteyam removed their clothes, lo'ak pushed me into neteyam's chest as he pushed into me, my back arched as my nails scratched neteyam's chest.

"dam bro shes still wet" he growled and waited for neteyam to push in as well "a-aw" i cried out at the stretch they both groaned out they slowly started moving.

They groaned and growled with each thrust my eyes rolling as they stretched me out "fuck shes so hot" neteyam yelled out as he threw his head back against the pillow.

Lo'ak put his hands on my shoulder using it's leverage to guide me back against their cocks "look shes going stupid" neteyam growled, my eyes started becoming cross eyed and my head started to drip.

neteyam chuckled and used one of his hands to clasp my hair pulling me back causing my moans to heighten lo'ak groaned and started to thrust faster.

"Sh-shit shes starting to tighten" he laughed out loudly and as their cocks started to twitch i felt myself began to cum "fuck i-im gonna c-cum" i cried out.

I threw my head back as my legs started to tense and shake they groaned out as they filled my pussy with their cum and muttered praises to me as the maneuvered us so i was sandwiched between them.

"this is the best fucking present ever"

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[nephalem-da]

A Day of Demonic Babysitting

(Bill Cipher x OC)

Synopsis: When Maeloraelis takes a break for a girl's night out, Bill Cipher is left to care for their mischievous baby, Elara. Confident at first, Bill quickly realizes that keeping up with his chaotic daughter is more exhausting than expected.

It all started with a simple goodbye.

Mae had kissed Bill on the cheek (or where a cheek would be, if he had one), gave Elara a loving pat, and then floated towards the door. She was glowing with excitement—girl's night out was a rare treat, especially since Elara had been born. “Now, Bill,” Mae called back, her voice taking on that affectionate-yet-firm tone she knew he couldn’t resist. “Remember, if anything happens to our little bundle of chaos, you won’t be getting any rewards tonight.” She added a playful flutter of her eye.

Bill, lounging in his usual flamboyant style, tipped his hat with a smirk. “Oh, you know me, doll! I've got this! What could possibly go wrong?”

Mae gave him one last knowing look, her stone bowtie glowing with a mischievous pink and a tinge of orange, before disappearing out the door.

Bill, alone with his daughter for the first time without Mae, turned to face Elara. The tiny triangle floated in mid-air, her bright eye blinking curiously up at him, her light purple body shimmering like a mischievous little star. “Alright, kiddo,” he grinned. “It’s you and me today! Let’s have some fun, hmm?”

At first, Bill found it amusing as Elara began to bounce around, throwing harmless but flashy sparks of chaotic energy across the room. “That’s right, chip off the ol’ block!” he cheered, crossing his arms and leaning back, basking in paternal pride.

But things took a turn when Elara zoomed off like a tiny comet, leaving a trail of glittery havoc behind her. She knocked over a stack of ancient books, sending them flying in all directions, and somehow managed to twist a whole chandelier until it spun wildly like a top. “Woah there, speed demon!” Bill chuckled, floating after her at a casual pace. But when she zoomed into the next room, he had to quicken his pace. “Okay, okay, let’s not break everything in the first ten minutes, alright?”

Elara was a blur, darting around the room like a living lightning bolt. Bill’s grin faltered for the first time as he watched her zoom up the walls, bounce off the ceiling, and start tearing through one of his interdimensional maps. “Alright, sweetheart, that’s—uh—those are…kinda important.”

When she zoomed by him for the fiftieth time, giggling in her high-pitched, adorable baby squeals, he blinked. “How… how are you this fast?”

He reached out to grab her, but she slipped through his fingers like smoke. Now she was on the chandelier again, spinning it faster and faster until it creaked ominously. “Elara, sweetie, let’s… let’s calm down, okay?” he urged, a touch of nervousness sneaking into his voice. But his little troublemaker wasn’t having any of it. She started babbling happily, her eye twinkling with pure delight.

Bill tried to zap a portal to trap her, but she was too quick, darting around it like a pro. “Alright, that’s… impressive,” he muttered, half-proud, half-exasperated.

As the hours ticked by, Elara showed no signs of slowing down. Bill, however, found himself on the back foot. He had stopped counting how many times she had teleported, shifted objects, or made things randomly levitate. He started to sweat… well, if triangles could sweat. His energy, usually boundless, was feeling oddly depleted.

At one point, he was holding her in the air, her entire body vibrating with energy. She was moving so fast she was practically a blur. "C'mon, kid, how about a nap?" he suggested, his voice a mix of coaxing and desperation.

Elara just giggled louder, her form twisting and turning in his grasp.

Bill floated down to the couch, exhausted, and cradled her closer. “How does your mom handle this every day?” he wondered aloud. A part of him was genuinely baffled, but another part was swelling with pride. He thought about how Mae managed to balance their family life with his chaotic ambitions. How she kept everything together without ever breaking a sweat. “Man, I married a powerhouse,” he muttered to himself, a grin spreading across his features.

Elara finally started to slow down, her energy waning. She gave a tiny yawn, her eye blinking sleepily. Bill rocked her gently, humming a tune that, if anyone else heard, might’ve sounded like an ancient summoning chant, but it seemed to work. Slowly, his little chaos demon drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

Bill let out a sigh of relief, leaning back into the couch. “Finally…”

Just then, Mae arrived home. She stepped inside and her eye widened at the scene. The house was a mess—papers scattered everywhere, objects hovering mid-air, and even a fish swimming through the air. But she couldn't bring herself to be mad. There, on the couch, was Bill, asleep with baby Elara snuggled against him, both looking utterly content.

Mae floated over, her expression softening. She gently fixed a few things with a flick of her finger, but her main focus was on her two favorite troublemakers. "Guess you survived," she whispered, leaning down to place a kiss on Bill's forehead. “Just barely,” he murmured, eyes still closed but with a small smile. “But hey… she's a lot like me.”

Mae chuckled softly. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Bill opened his eye slightly, looking up at her with a mixture of admiration and exhaustion. "You’re amazing, you know that?”

Mae smiled, her bowtie’s stone glowing a gentle pink. “I know.”

As Mae settled down beside them, Bill felt a rush of warmth. Maybe being a dad wasn't so bad… especially when the chaos felt like home.

[leonskittybunwriting]

Foursome ft. Leon and Chris.

Plot: Carlos blind folds you and brings in his two best friends: Leon and Chris because they both have been in love with you. 

Warnings: surprise foursome! Free use for Leon and Chris. The reader had consented, but she just didn't know when Carlos would bring the two in. 

A/N: I don't own resident evil characters, and I don't own resident evil!

Also on ao3! My Ao3 username is: loving_leon26 and this oneshot would be posted in the book called Carlos Oliveira Works.

Carlos keeps his finger to his mouth as he, Leon and Chris walk into the bedroom. 

Carlos shuts the door behind him and motions the two of them to go sit down before stripping and going over to his girlfriend: Y/N who he has been dating for many years.

“Hey baby, how are you doing?” Carlos asks softly as he opens her legs and keeps them open by hooking them up to the straps that hang from the ceiling. 

Y/N bites her nervously and softly “I've never been blind folded before baby So I'm kinda nervous.” 

Carlos hums softly and he whispers softly “I got you baby.” He gently puts his large hand on her fat pelvis before gently rubbing his thumb against her nub as he lets out a low hum when he sees her get wet. 

“Look at you baby, already gushing for me.” Carlos says deeply, his voice becoming hoarse slightly. 

Y/N bites her lip and she whispers “it feels so good.” Carlos smiles and says “yes it does baby.” 

Carlos pulls back and steps off the bed and waves over Leon whose cock already rock solid and free from his pants and he walks over to him and whispers in Leon's ear “Go slow, she can't find out about you two until after my round with her.” 

Leon nods and climbs onto the bed and he hovers over her before gently sliding his cock inside of her, he watches her moan and bites her lip. 

Carlos goes and sits down quietly where Leon sat and watches Leon to start thrusting, he only let out a few grunts here and there which was good because Carlos told them that he wasn't very vocal in bed and if they were they would need to work on it. 

Carlos watches as Leon starts to kiss her neck as he starts to pick up speed sense he is close to cumming, just as Leon was about to cum he pulls out and cums on her stomach. 

Carlos gets up and walks over to Leon and hands him a damp cloth so he clean his cum off of her.

“Are you ready for a second round baby?” Carlos asks Y/N who was panting, and very sweaty. 

“Y-yeah baby, next time can you go a bit harder?” Y/N says softly. 

“Of course baby.” Carlos says as he motions Leon to go take a shower downstairs and Leon quickly and very quietly left the bedroom and went downstairs. 

Carlos goes over to the radio and puts a CD in and turns the radio up slightly. 

It was a song about sex. 

Carlos goes back over to Y/N and gently kisses her lips as he motions Chris to come over who does rather quickly and gets onto the bed and instead of Leon slipping in slowly, Chris just shoves himself inside of her which causes her to whimper and moan against Carlos lips. 

Carlos pulls back from Y/N's lip and he whispers to her “You like that baby?” Y/N whimpers and nods biting her lip. 

Carlos looks over at Chris and nods before pulling away completely from Y/N as Chris leans down and slams his lips against Y/N's who moans into Chris's lips as he starts just pounding inside of her hard and fast. 

Carlos watches as Y/N whimpers and moans loudly and wraps her arms around Chris's shoulders and cries out in pleasure from how rough Chris was being. 

Carlos could hear how wet she was and the skin slapping against each other. 

It didn't take for Chris to cum  and he did he pulls out and cums of her inner thigh and Carlos hands him another damp cloth and watches him wipe away his cum from her thigh. 

Once Chris got off the bed, Carlos motions to the door so he too can go take a shower downstairs and Chris leaves stiffly and quietly.  

Carlos gets on top of the bed and between Y/N’s legs and he pants softly, he was sweating as well from watching his love get pounded by his best friends.  

“You ready to go another round baby?” Carlos asks as he leans down and licks at her nipples and kisses the valley of her large breast.  

“Yeah baby.” Y/N whispers and she moves her body down some and Carlos asks “You alright baby?” 

Y/N smiles and she whispers “My lower back hurts. Can you put the pillow under my back?” 

Carlos quickly grabs his pillow from beside Y/N's head and gently lifts her lower body and slides the pillow under her and laids her back down on the pillow. 

“Better?” Carlos asks softly. 

Y/N nods and Carlos smiles at that before sliding his cock inside of her, she was so soaked and used that Carlos loved it. 

He knew he wasn't going to last long. He thrusts into and out of her hard and fast, he watches her breast bounce with each thrust, he lets out a few grunts and moans as he leans down pressing his body fully against hers and holds her close as he starts pounding into her hard and fast, like jack rabbit speed which cause her to scream a little and wrap her arms around him and grip his hair. 

He watches and feels her cum around his cock hard, before he slams into her cums hard, he stays inside of her for a few minutes before pulling out and he leans back and watches his cum leak out of her and smirks. 

he unhooks her from the straps from the ceiling and takes off her blind fold and asks “How was it baby?” 

Y/N looks at him with a blush and she whispers softly “that was amazing baby, I loved it.” 

Carlos smiles and leans down and gently kisses her lips gently and he whispers “Did anything feel different?” 

Y/N thinks about it before asking “Did you use toys baby?” 

Carlos chuckles and says “No, remember about the foursome we talked about? About Leon and Chris?” 

Y/N nods and Carlos chuckles nervously and says “It was them baby.” 

Y/N gasps softly and covers her mouth before asking “Who was first?” Carlos smiles at that and answers “It was Leon baby.” 

“His abit gentle, I didn't think of him to be a gentleman in the bedroom.” Y/N says before leaning back and says “It was nice, I'm guessing Chris was the second?” 

Carlos nods and lays down beside her pulling her chubby, curvy form against his muscled body.  

“He was rough, to be honest I kind of expected him to be.” Y/N says softly and Carlos nods at that in agreement. 

“And You were the last.” Y/N says softly as she holds onto him as she looks into his eyes. 

Carlos smiles and kisses her lips gently before asking “and how was I baby?” Y/N giggles and says “extremely rough and fast, I loved it.” 

Carlos chuckles and says “I'm glad that you loved it, are you mad though?” He asks nervously. 

Y/N shakes her head and says “No, but I wish you gave me the heads up.” 

“There's always next time, baby.” Carlos answers. 

“True.” Y/N says before she kisses him gently. 

[scekrex]

First off, LOVE your writing. Like, I’m literally obsessed 😫😫

But I wanted to request something, basically, just Adam wanting to experiment with Y/n cause he’s a little curious (bi-curious 😉) and just him being really awkward with it, like, HE. HAS. NOT. BEEN. THIS ANXIOUS AND SCARED about doing sexual stuff since his first time with EVE. Like, you’d think it would be easy to give a handjob while frotting but WHOOPS his hands are too. fucking. sweaty and the damn dicks keep slipping away and now he wants to die from the embarrassment. Like it’s THAT serious for him. (And it’s TOTALLY not because he has f-f-feelings for Y/n…. Definitely not…)

I really just like nervous bi-curious guys who need a little comforting in their sexuality. Cause I know that poor boy has internalized homophobia RIDDLED in his bones. (Like, how does he know that Angel is a pornstar in hell, but not know Alastor, one of the most famous overloads in hell?? Bro’s been watching that shit on the down-low)

All in all, he gives Church Pastor’s Closeted Gay Son vibes.

But yeah, I just want this boy to know, it’s ok for him to want to suck a dick and MAYBE kiss the homies goodnight (IDK sounds a little gay/j) ��🙏

Okay okay okay, so Adam struggling with being bi? Fuck yeah. Like it seriously messes with his fucking head and he doesn't understand it at fucking all.

Is this the life, the one from your dreams?

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, handjob

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

Adam's been acting kinda strange for the past few days - that means even stranger than he had been acting before. And somehow his strange behavior had led to the two of you sitting in your bedroom, dressed in nothing but boxershorts and having the most awkward conversation.

You and Adam had been close friends for a couple thousand years by now, he was your rotten soldier, your homeboy and you knew you meant just as much to him as he meant to you. But while you were okay with being queer, Adam had his problems with it. ‘I can't be gay, I'm fucking Adam, God didn't create me to be gay and suck dick' was one of the excuses he used the most whenever you addressed the topic. But this time it was different.

“So uhm, y'know how you're gay?” Good fucking job Adam, of course you would forget about something like that. You raised an eyebrow at his choice of words and crooked your head a little, “What kind of question is that?” Yeah, that he was asking himself as well, what kind of question was that? His sweaty palm ran through his hair in order to cool himself down, it wasn't helping. Not the slightest bit. He was still nervously sweating and twitching, leaving you confused. “Yeah, stupid thing to ask I- fuck. I was wondering-” how would you ask for something like that anyway? ‘So I know you've said you'd smash me in the past, is that offer still on the table?’ Fuck no. “Yeah, fuckhead, that offer’s still on the table,” was your more than casual response to his question - which he had apparently voiced out loud. The brunette’s head snapped towards you, meeting your eyes for the first time ever since he had entered your apartment today, “What?” He sounded so confused and overwhelmed at the same time, his eyes reflected both excitement and anxiety. He looked so confident yet so insecure.

“Y’know, if ya wanna fuck around to find out, I'm your guy,” oh and how Adam adored yet hated the sound of that - he desperately wanted you to be his guy, though not only in the context of sex but rather as his boyfriend - not that he'd tell you though. So he simply just stared at you because what the fuck had you just said? “So if I like-” You interrupted him by placing your hand firmly on his thigh, he looked at your hand, then sought eye contact. “If ya wanna hook up I'm cool with that.”

But were you? Were you cool with ‘just hooking up’? No. But it was the most you could get, the closest you'd ever be to Adam and if Adam wanted you to be his fuck-buddy, you wouldn't turn it down. If fuck-buddy was all the first man had to offer, you'd gladly swallow it. Adam seemed to have noticed the uncertainty in your eyes, yet he was too scared to ask if you were sure - he knew he should have asked, but he was too afraid you'd change your mind last minute.

Your hand slowly crept closer up to his crotch and the brunette sitting in front of you let you, his curious golden eyes watched your every move carefully and once your hand had finally reached its destination, a quiet moan escaped him. He immediately didn't like the feeling - not the feeling itself, the feeling itself was purely divine. It was rather the feeling of giving up control that he didn't like, he felt lost, vulnerable and exposed. So he grabbed a hold of your wrist and moved it away from his body entirely, that earned him another confused look by you. “I know what I like, don't fucking care if it's done by a fucking chick or a dude. I wanna fucking find out how to-” he wasn't even able to say it, to say that he wanted to learn how to pleasure dudes, how to pleasure you. But you understood him, of course you did. Aside from Lute you knew him best, you were the one who could look right through his tough guy act but you never said a word about it. You saw the tiniest of emotions in his eyes, mostly even emotions Adam himself hadn't noticed.

So you wiggled out of his grip, grabbed his wrist instead and guided it straight to your crotch instead. The feeling of Adam's palm against your most sensitive part was different from what you had imagined it - it was better. His large palm had no issue cupping all of you and you couldn't help but lightly thrust up against his hot skin. The brunette's eyes widened, not in shock but in lust, the way your body reacted to his simple touch was amazing, purely wonderful. The fact that you also managed to hold eye contact while thrusting up against his palm and tiny moans falling from your lips - though he was sure you just did that to tease him - all those things did something to him. “Are ya gonna jerk me off or do I need to do that myself?” Fuck, your words were tempting, so so sweet and tempting, how could he refuse? And seriously, giving you a handjob couldn't be any different than jerking himself off, could it?

Well it very much could. Once your underwear had been snapped away by the first man, his hand was so sweaty that it kept losing its grip, your dick kept slipping out of his hand and while you truly didn't seem to mind it all that much given the fact that it was his first experience, Adam minded. He wanted this to be good, he wanted you to remember how good he was in bed, that his hand was feeling so much better than yours but how could he make you feel that way when he didn't even manage to jerk you off properly? He looked stressed, his body was tense and he was feeling many things but enjoyment wasn't one of them. And of course you had to notice all of this.

“Adam,” your voice sounded so soft, so understanding, like he was a child that had just broken a mug and you were their father, telling them that it is okay and the world wouldn't burn down because of one broken mug. “Relax,” you continued to speak, his eyes snapped up, met yours and you couldn't hold back the sigh that escaped your lips as your eyes met his. Frustration and fear was visible in them and honestly, you understood his position, you had been there too. Of course it had been a while - quite a long while actually, but you had been there too. “I am fucking relaxed,” was his response as he tried to tighten the grip around your erection in order to jerk you off - yet his hand slipped away again. “Fuck- I-” you were quick to interrupt him, one hand came to rest on his knee, “We can stop, we don't-” “Fuck no, I'm not gonna stop.” Well that was certainly good to know, yet he didn't seem quite comfortable with the situation he was in, the exact opposite seemed to be the case - or was he just that nervous? Could it be?

You grabbed a hold of Adam's wrist, then guided his hand up and down by it. “Start slowly,” you hummed as you watched with delight how his hand moved up and down your shaft. While this was far from perfect, it was pretty good, better than using your own hand. The fact that it was Adam who was jerking you off added a lot of pleasure to the picture, it was always easier to get off when the person you fancied is the one doing the work. “I fucking know how to fucking jerk someone off, it’s not like I’ve never fucking done it,” he umbled, sounding slightly annoyed by you treating him like an inexperienced child - and while you certainly knew that, jerking yourself off and jerking your partner (or in this case someone else entirely) off were two completely different things to do. He knew how he liked it, he knew how he had to twist his own hand to cause pleasure to take over his body, he knew how fast and rough he liked it - he knew nothing about that when it came to you. So you let go of his wrist and watched as his hand slipped off your dick once again, frustation was written all over his face - fuck this was so . For that he had bragged about how fucking awesome he was in bed regardless the gender. He had said once or twice that he was certain he could pleasure a dude just as well as a chick, there was no big difference after all - his words, not yours. “Mhm, I can see,” you teased the first man with a soft chuckle, it wasn’t a big deal that he was nervous, you understood, you had been there too - that was a couple thousand years in the past, of course, but you had been there too. “Oh shut the fuck up,” he bit back - or well, at least he had intended to bite back, there was not a single bit of harshness in his voice though, if anything he sounded defeated. “This is not a competition, y’know? I’m not gonna go out of this and compare you to former experiences,” and in God’s mighty name, Adam truly didn’t know what he had done to deserve someone as patient and understanding as you. Because how? How could you stay so calm and collected yet looked so happy and pleased with the situation you were in while the brunette was going through one crisis after another? How was it possible for it to feel so right to have his hand wrapped around your erection and yet he felt so overwhelmed by it? Why couldn’t you simply yell at him for being a fuck-up? That way he could hate himself and you, but this way? This way the only person he could truly hate was himself. Because he wanted to pleasure you, wanted you to feel amazing, to come undone by his touch and voice and presence - simply by him and him alone. He wanted you to enjoy this, he didn’t want you, however, to guide him through this. But he knew that was part of the learning process. He had to learn what you liked and then he had to learn how to fulfill those desires of yours.

“This isn’t about how you have to be perfect,” your voice was filled with softness, Adam was sure at this point it was simply a warm, comforting blanket that you used to wrap around him in order to put his mind at ease. But it was, wasn’t it? Because who were to say you would fool around with him ever again if he wasn’t good? You’d either pleasure yourself or go and seek that somewhere else from someone else and that the first man really didn’t want. No way he wanted someone else to see how glorious you looked, drowning in lust and desire - he wanted to be the only one. His eyes seemed to be reflecting at least some of his wishes because your hand came up to cup his cheek and the second your warm, soothing palm made contact with his face - the gentle kind of contact, of course - he leaned into your touch like it was his second nature. “Lemme guide you, just this one time. Next time you can have all the control ya want.” The brunette’s eyes widened at your words, a promise for another time, “What?” You chuckled, clearly amused by his surprise, “You thought I’d let ya off the hook after I show you how I like my men?” Your men, your men, your men. Those words repeated in Adam’s head over and over again and while the logical part of him knew how you had meant it, the emotional side of him was going wild over your phrasing. Your men, your men, your men. He was your man - well, somehow that wasn’t wrong though, he was the one trying to get you off after all. His brain seemed to malfunction at the sheer thought of it, which caused another chuckle to bubble from your throat, “This won’t be a one-time-thing for as long as you don’t want it to remain a one-time-thing.”

Was that the right thing to say? Was it okay to offer more to him? You knew that one day you’d drown in this, one day the offer you had just made would backfire, would hurt you. It would crush your heart and leave a thousand little pieces, but right now you knew it was the closest you could get and you were willing to pay the price of ending up hurt in the future for as long as the present remained to feel so good, so pure, so fucking amazing. Adam pulled his hand from your dick, drawing a needy moan at the loss of friction from you, a grin stretched across his lips and a cocky, “Patience, babes,” followed quickly. The brunette wiped his hand off on the backsheets, getting rid of most of the sweat that had collected on the inside of his palm, then he went back to word and did as you had told him - he settled for a slower therefore firmer pace, and look at that, it worked. “Fuck,” you muttered underneath your breath as your head lulled backwards, exposing your throat to Adam and the first man wanted nothing more than to dive in and mark you up, he wanted everyone to see that you belonged to him, that he had claimed you as his and only his even though you didn’t know about that yet. But he didn’t. He wasn’t sure if that was a line he was allowed to cross, jerking you off and watching you fall apart by his hand was one thing, leaving marks that would stay for days was another level though. A level he had yet to reach. “Keep that- oh fucking shit, just like that,” you hummed as the first man twisted his hand experimentally and watched as your eyes slipped close. Pleasure was shooting through your veins and you made sure to be as vocal as possible about it to let him know he was doing a great job - directly praising Adam seemed like something that would scare the first man off, so you had to keep it subtle yet not hidden, he clearly needed the affirmation you offered him.

His movements became steadier, more confident and a little quicker as well, he was growing used to the feeling of having his hand wrapped around another dick and he loved to watch your face, he noticed the little details - how your eyes would squeeze shut whenever you were to moan for him, how your head twitched so slightly whenever he twisted his hand the right way. Adam had not known that someone could look this holy, like he had imagined you’d look absolutely heavenly falling apart underneath his touch, but the reality he was experiencing was so much better. Pride filled him as he felt you thrusting up into his touch - that meant he wasn’t completely fucking up which counted as a win in his book so far, yet he wanted to be better for you, he wanted you to remeber him as your best - not just any hook-up, his ego wouldn’t be able to handle that. He wouldn’t be able to handle that. “Talk to me,” you basically begged him with a needy whine and yet another thrust upwards and it took the brunette a moment to process your words and figure out what they were trying to tell him, then it clicked. Dirty talk. That would be the same as it is with chicks, right? “Look at the fucking dirty mess you are, fucking hell,” he breathed the words out as he leaned forwards, his lips were now gently brushing against your ear and he playfully tested the water by nibbling on your earlobe - a surprised yet not unpleasant gasp escaped your body, followed by a throaty groan and a harsh thrust of your hips, “More, please Adam.” And oh fuck, the brunette was sure he’d cream his fucking pants if you were to keep moaning his name like that. It was otherworldly, his name falling from your lips in the way they did, staining it, dirting it, and yet the first man couldn’t care less. His grip tightened a little, earning him a moan filled with pure desire and lust, to Adam it was music. “Keep it u- oh fuck,” the first man didn’t give you enough air to breathe, he had figured out how to move and twist his hand in order to get more of these delicious sounds to fall from your lips, he felt like you were an open book for him to read even though he basically knew nothing about your likes and dislikes yet. However, he planned on changing that in the future. For now, he wanted to make you cum. And his plan seemed to work out pretty well, because it was just a few moments later that you lifted your hips off the bed, your back hit the mattress as you fell backwards, exposing yourself to Adam in all your glory and the first man loved every single bit of it. “Close,” it was only a whisper, barely audible and the brunette had almost missed it - almost. He decided to try and quicken his pace a little, he swept his thumb over your slit, not only to tease you but also to use your pre-cum as lube - just how he had seen it in the demon porn he watched every now and then. The dudes that had fucked Angel Dust had made it all look so easy but now he knew better, it was hard word. But it was hard work he was willing to do if that meant he got to hear your soft cires and lusty moans.

And before his mind could even catch onto what was happening, your back was arching and hot white semen covered his hand and your stomach. You were breathing heavily and in amazement Adam watched as your chest rose and fell. “Fuck,” you muttered, your eyes were still closed as you tried your best to catch your breath, “Not fucking bad for your first time, big guy.” The grin on your lips was cocky, playful and definitely only there to tease Adam - he knew that. “Not fucking bad? I’d say I was pretty fucking amazing,” ah there it was his usual confidence. You had wondered where it had gone, it was good to know it was back. “Yeah, yeah, whatever you say,” you hummed and were about to turn around, yet the brunette stopped you by pinning your shoulders against the mattress, where the sudden return of his confidence came from he didn’t know, his body was on autopilot, he was done holding back. He had held back for too long and his body seemed pretty done with it. He looked down at you, your eyes met his as you opened them slowly. The first man was hovering above you, pinning you down firmly yet it wasn’t uncomfortable. “So?” you cockily asked, raising an eyebrow at the first man above you, “Are ya gonna kiss me now or what?”

[gimmethosedaddymilkers]

Your First Time with the Van Der Linde boys

Get ready for your first time, but, with some of the most notorious outlaws of the west >:3

This one was requested by @kieropal​

Don’t you worry! The chubby reader drabble requested by @mrsarthurmorgan7​ will be coming out later tonight too! 

Obviously this is a lil NSFW so under the cut and 18+!

Arthur Morgan

First things first Arthur because BArK 

Oh boy. 

Oh boy, oh boy. 

Poor, poor broken hearted and mentally ill Arthur.

When you tell him that you haven’t done the deed yet he isn’t at all upset that you haven’t done it, rather he’s upset you’ve decided you want him as your first. 

I mean.

He’s Arthur, of course he’s gonna sit here and tell you that he’s not good enough.

He’s gonna sit and go “You should be with someone better than me, especially for your first time. They’ll do better than I can, I don’t even know if I’ll please you.” 

But, after enough reassurance that you do in fact love him, and that his mannerisms alone are enough to get you hot and bothered he’s willing to give it a try, but don’t you DARE think that he’s not gonna ask you how you’re feeling through the whole thing. 

The BIG night comes around.

He’s a wreck

Sweating before he’s...well supposed to be sweating. 

Afraid that he’s gonna disappoint you, and I mean, it’s been a very long time since he’s done the hanky panky.

The good ol’ horizontal tango.

The devil’s dance

After Mary? He had a string of one night stands to try to forget her but they never went anywhere and after that-

it was almost a 10 year dry spell, besides his hand anyway.

He obviously doesn’t know how long he’ll actually last, and he’s not sure he remembers any of his techniques.

After you relax him, or rather work him up with an amazing makeout session, your hands all over him, he’s forgotten most of his issues.

It isn’t until he’s gotten your clothes off and you’re fully exposed to him that he panics again. 

You have to guide him, he’s too nervous to do it himself, so taking your hand you grab his wrist and gently place his hand on your breast. 

From there he feels like he has permission and goes kinda ham with the touching.

He’s so nervous and red in the face the whole time, making sure you like the way he’s doing things. 

When it gets to the nitty gritty he’s gentle as he possibly can be. 

He doesn’t want to hurt you, and he thinks that you’re exaggerating when you tell him how big he is but nonetheless he takes it into consideration and does his best to ease you into movement. 

While the two of you are basically cockwarming he’s doing nothing but offering you kisses, all over your face, your neck, whispering nothing but sweet things in your ear the whole time. 

When he does get things moving? 

Holy shit

You literally are blown away.

Not only is he fantastic with his mouth, but he knows EXACTLY how to fucking use his body. 

And with all the sound you make 

The whole camp is gonna know what happened and who had you, and that gives Arthur a MAJOR boost, and that nervousness dies a little and he’s driven on.

He pulls out obviously, especially with it being your first time, and when the two of you finish, (Him first to his embarrassment but he doesn’t leave you hanging by any means) he cleans you up and pulls you close

He asks a bunch of times if you liked it, but most of them are groggy. 

He’s half asleep the moment he gets settled, and he falls fully asleep with you running your fingers through his hair. 

Accurate representation of Kieran

Kieran this poor man.

If anyone has more anxiety than Arthur Morgan?

It’s him.

Look at him?

You think he’s a top?

NO 

he’s gotta figure out HOW to TOP

When you tell him 

“Hey, I love you, don’t freak out, but this will be my first time.” 

He absolutely does not listen to you and does in fact 

freak out

He asks you if you’re absolutely sure that you want him to be your first, or that you want to do it with him in general

and you tell him OF COURSE

and he’s like 99 percent sure that you’re lying to him, but he goes with it.

The whole week leading up to your night he nearly avoids you, just because if he imagines your faces and such he feels like a dirty man.

After you realize this you sit him down and have talk.

Telling him that what he feels is normal, and it’s especially normal to feel that way towards someone you’re with.

Then you explain to him that it actually flatters you that he’d think of you like that. 

From there he gets a little red in the face, and then

TheN 

things begin to get a little steamy.

You’d planned on going out of camp 

but things got a little heated, you started off comforting him, but somehow you ended up kissing him, and that kissing led to a little more kissing, and that led to a little more touching...

By the time the two of you are naked you’re completely unaware of how it happened. 

When its time for warm ups? 

He’s actually a lot more skilled than he lets on.

He’s a little slow, and way too nervous to do ANYTHING until you guide him and tell him that its okay a couple of times but...

He knows what he’s doing to an extent.

He needs guidance for sure, just like any guy, but somewhere along the line he learned a thing or two.

Now, when the main event comes up-

Wooo

he’s even more nervous, but coupled with that nervousness he’s got a hard on and one wins out over the other.

However.

He requests that you take the lead.

It’s your first time, and he wants you to be happy with the way things go, and for that to happen you need to dictate what goes on.

So 

He asks that you choose what to do

That and he’s a bottom of course

I’m kidding he tops sometimes, but for his first time with you he totally wants you to have all the control so it goes exactly how you’d like.

He’s very whiny throughout the whole thing.

Not in like a bad way, in a ‘he’s so horny for you it’s not funny and he just can’t not make that sound’ kind of way

With you riding him and his hands on your hips the night goes pretty smoothly.

He follows every order you give him fantastically. 

And when you two are finished he cleans you up as gently as he can, but then he’s hit with all of his insecurities that had disappeared in his throws of PASSION

He’ll ask over and over again if you’re alright, and call himself an idiot for not asking earlier. 

He feels so embarrassed that he did that and that he didn’t ask how you were feeling or that he didn’t make sure absolutely everything was okay.

But you reassure him that you had a great time and that you’d love to do it again with him later, but you’re half asleep and he doesn’t really believe you.

You pull him to your chest and make him lay his head on your collar bone and you just run your hand through his hair, and hold him close. 

He settles down a little then but will ask one more time if you’re sure you were okay and that it was good.

And again you tell him how much you enjoyed it and eventually the poor guy passes out in your arms.

IT”S ARTHUR’S BOYFRIEND

Oh Charles, the only man in camp who isn’t completely overcome with anxiety when he breaths.

Well besides Dutch, but that’s just because he’s cocky.

When you tell him it’s your first time, he’s not at all nervous.

He smiles at you and asks if you’re absolutely positive you want this, and that he’s the guy you want to be the one to take something so precious.

When you say yes that’s the end of the conversation. He’s asked you and you told him yes, unless you come to him and tell him otherwise he will go about his day with plans in his head for you. 

He will be very loving towards you leading up to it, which he usually is anyway, I mean, not in front of the gang, but in private. 

He’s always kind and he will mention to you that he will do his best to make the night a good one for you.

He’ll take you to the nicest hotel he can find for you. More than likely the one in Saint Denis. 

While the city itself is gross and horrible and he wished his didn’t have take you through there, but the hotel is good, and that’s where he’s gonna take you.

When the two of you get there and get to the room this man takes his time.

Of course before he even kisses you he does ask that you are absolutely sure that this is what you want. 

When you say yes all is a go.

He’s sweet and tender, and he goes slowly too, taking his time to kiss over your entire body and make sure that you know how he feels about you and what he loves about you. 

He gets you warmed up and excited easily, and you let him know that, you tell him exactly what he does that turns you on, and he makes a mental note of every single thing that you tell him.

He wants to go rough with you at a different time, but now is not that time.

When you finally start begging him to have him rather than all the foreplay he caves and does just what you ask.

He is slow here too, stretching you to accommodate because like Arthur he’s fairly big himself. 

When you do get used to him the two of you move in tandem and he moves at a good pace, slow but not too slow, and the night seems to last forever, but you do not mind in the SLIGHTESt.

When the two of you finish he wipes you clean, but not too clean, because he then takes you to the adjacent room and the two of you take a nice relaxing bath together

The only reason that you don’t fall asleep in there is because he’s there to wake you when he needs to. 

When you go to bed you fall asleep with his strong arms around your waist and you smile in your sleep, which he remembers for the rest of his life.

I am not a dutch girl but look at his lil leggys

Dutch is a different man, one of a different caliber. 

So when you tell him that you want him to be your first

he is 

EXCITED

he’s ecstatic

The idea that he is the one

HIM 

IT’s

HIM 

he gets to do it, he’s poppin the cherry, he gets to make you BUCK WILD

he loses it 

of course he promises that he’ll make it good and that he’ll be nice to you, but he is extremely excited to do this with you.

He does love you, really he does, he’s just a bit of a, well a chad to be real

He does in fact make sure that the night will be ABSOLUTELY perfect for you.

The best hotel, the theater, anything and everything high class, he even wears a suit.

And unlike Charles he isnt a gentleman, so when it comes time for business it’s bath first and then bed.

And the bath is where things get heated.

He starts with kissing you on the shoulders, on the neck, something innocent, but his hands are travelling lower than they should have, and by the time you realize it you’re far too excited to say no to him.

He tells you, you have to be quiet otherwise the two of you will be thrown out.

And he tells you that you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen in his life. 

He does a lot of sweet talking to you, working you up, using his fingers just the right way.

When you feel his hardness on your ass you take things into your own hands

uh

figuratively this time

and take it upon yourself to move and settle yourself onto him.

From there he takes the lead and you know you’re gonna have bruises on your hips from where he’d gripped you.

He ends the night with actually cleaning you off in the bath, you know, what it’s supposed to be used for, and then takes you to the bedroom where the two of you go for round two because Dutch is still hyped up on the fact that the only cock that’s ever been in you has been his.

Finally after round two you’re too tired and too bruised to go another round, but it’s a happy, hazy kind of tired and bruised.

He smokes a cigar and then before you know it he’s spooning you to sleep.

OKAY 

I really liked doing these y’all! 

Let me know if anyone would like some of the other men in camp 

idk why these ones specifically I just kinda

CHOSE

[captainwinterrsoldierr]

Title: I don’t like him! (maybe I do)

Jason Grace x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Daughter of Demeter denies she has feelings for Jason Grace but a certain girl on the Argo II can tell she does

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“All I’m saying is you like him!” Piper exclaimed. You rolled your eyes and kept walking.

“Pipes we’re on a quest come on,” You whined. You two trudged through the hot Atlanta heat.

“Besides even if I did like him there’s no time for that! The world is ending, there’s angry Roman’s after us and I’m sweating like a dog in this heat!” You waved your hands around.

“Pfft as if half the crew on the Argo aren’t couples already,” She sarcastically replied. You stopped in place and looked around to make sure no one was around.

“Piper what am I supposed to do? Waltz up to him and say hey Jason I think you’re possibly the most kindest person I’ve ever met and you’re the most handsome guy I’ve ever laid eyes on? I don’t know maybe wanna date?” You sighed.

“Yes!” Piper cheered. She walked up and placed a hand on your shoulder. “All I’m saying is we’re on this dangerous quest yes, but I just don’t want you to regret anything. Our lives are always on a line and the love you radiate for him is crazy y/n I can feel it throughout the ship.”

You smiled gently. You knew she meant well and she was right you didn’t want to regret anything.

-

You and Piper returned to the Argo II on the hill. Percy, Frank and Coach were looking for some sea god you couldn’t help but not remember his name. Annabeth sat in her dorm studying the mark of Athena. Hazel and Leo were in the engine room. And Jason paced around the deck keeping watch. Piper walked ahead turned and winked at you before proceeding below deck.

Jason looked incredibly handsome as usual. His hair was starting to grow shaggy and longer. He looked radiant under the sun. He made your heart beat a thousand times per minute. Your breath would catch whenever you would glance at him.

“Hey Y/N! How did scoping the city go?” Jason’s voice snapped you out admiring him. You blushed slightly and walked closer to him.

“It was fine way too hot for my liking.” You chided.

“And how are you feeling?” He asked concerned. His blue eyes stared into your green eyes. Focus you thought. But gods he was beautiful.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“I mean with you being a daughter of Demeter. With angry earth goddess waking do you feel ok? I can only imagine it’s affecting you in ways the rest of us can’t understand.” He placed a hand on your shoulder and your breathing hitched. He was so concerned for you.

You nervously turned away and scratched your arms, “Honestly my powers have weakened. It’s like I have less control of my nature abilities. It’s kinda scary… her influence on me. I don’t ever wanna lose control.”

Jason grabbed your shoulder and turned you back towards him, “You won’t ever lose control cause you have us, your friends, we’re family now we won’t let you.”

You gulped. Your heart felt as tho it can explode any second now. His eye brows crunched as he stared at you with concern. “Jason I really really like you and I just need you to know!”

Jason’s blue eyes widened in disbelief, “you you huh!?”

Your heart dropped. Idiot! You thought to yourself why would you just admit to him right here and now.

You waved your hands in a stop motion, “Uh ignore that I didn’t mean like like you. I mean like I think you’re a great person and the best-”

A strong hand wrapped around your waist. The other hand cupped your face gently. Before you can even process you were inches away from Jason’s face.

“I’m so happy you feel the same way,” He murmured. Jason leaned in and brushed his lips softly against yours. You shivered against his touched and closed the distance between you. His lips were soft. His hands that gripped you were strong but gentle.

A daughter of the earth kissing a son of the sky. It didn’t make sense. But it just felt right. His thumb brushed under your eye. Every touch was electric to you.

“Woo hoo!!!” You jumped at the sudden loud voice. You glared behind Jason as Piper stood at the steps of the Argo clapping. She gave a bright thumbs up.

“Pipes come on!” You groaned.

“I knew you two liked each other! Just needed a push. Anyways I’ll leave you two love birds alone!” She went back down the steps and Jason giggled.

“And a push she gave,” You laughed.

Jason smiled and his eyes danced around your face. He would flicker to your lips often, “I’m so happy you said something. I would’ve been too afraid to mess this up. But after this war is over Would you go on a date with me?”

Your mouth stretched into the biggest smile. “Absolutely.”

Jason grabbed you by the waist again and pulled you in. Your lips were magnetic to his. This felt just right and all perfect.

[donniesbabygirl28]

≀➸ ❥ 𝘪 Wanna be yours .‧₊°

Dallas didn't know why he wanted to be yours exactly.

Wanna be your vacuum cleaner.

Maybe it's the butterflies he got anytime he saw you.

Maybe it was the way you made his heart jump.

Breathing in your dust.

Your voice, your laugh.

"Dally- You are so stupid!" You laughed as you watched Dal run down the street, being chased by 3 dogs.

He could look at you for hours and hours.

He didn't care what he had to do to be with you.

That includes rushing all his tests earlier so he can meet you in the hallways at school, or ditching his other class friends to skip school for the parking lot of Dairy Queen.

Even if you scold him, which you do every time he rushes his tests, he wouldn't care because he gets to see you right in front of him 5 minutes earlier.

"Dal, I told you this. You don't have to rush your tests everytime you see me out the door window. You're gonna make a bad grade." you say, flicking his nose softly.

"So? It ain't your grade, it's my grade and i'll do whatever the hell I want with it." he let out his goofy laugh, making you smile. It does every time.

Everyone can see it.

And no matter how much Dallas WInston tries to deny his love for the girl he grew close with, everyone can see the eyes he gives you when you walk into the room.

"Dal, you are whipped." Two-bit joked as h took a sip of his beer right as you walked into the house.

"I am not- hey y/n. Lemme help you with that" He says, immediately getting up to grab stuff from your hands.

He loves sitting in the car on rainy nights, with you right in the passenger seat "lookin' pretty" Which is what he tells Johnny.

I Wanna be your Ford Cortina.

I will never rust.

"She's so pretty, man. I just- how did I get to be the person she trusts the most? I mean just look at me and look at her. She's perfect" He says, taking a drag before passing the freshly lit cigarette to Johnny.

"Wow, Dal. I never knew you thought of her like that." He laughed slightly.

You call the shots, babe.

I just wanna be yours.

"yeah, and if you tell 'er I'ma kick your ass. I mean it Johnny. You can't tell 'er." he threatened as Johnny just nodded, throwing his hands up in playful defense.

Secrets I have held in my heart.

Are harder to hide than I thought.

He couldn't help but get the jitters when you looked at him with a bright smile as you ran down the hallway when you finally saw your brunette friend, hugging him tightly.

The way his cheeks would turn pink anytime you made a flirty comment.

"Oooh Look at you handsome~ Whatcha lookin' so fine for today sir~?" you flirted playfully as you got in his car, as he always picks you up before school.

"Oh come on, now. I look the same as always." he said, avoiding your stare at his sweats and band t- shirt.

Lies.

He put on a different outfit that day, maybe it was because it was the first day of sophmore year. Or maybe it was because he wanted to be yours.

Maybe I just wanna be yours.

"And what about you, doll? What'd you get so dressed up for?" He asked, starting to drive off.

"Why for you, my love~" You laughed, leaning your head back before turning up the radio.

He couldn't help but feel all warm and fuzzy.

Hold your hair in deep devotion.

At least as deep as the Pacific Ocean.

I wanna be yours.

He loved seeing you at school.

You are really the only reason he goes.

He always looks forward to your hugs in the hallways as his friends pat his back as he trys to tell them "It's not like that".

But he wants it to be like that.

He wants to hold you close and tell you how pretty you are.

"You look really pretty today-" He says as he shifts in his spot, nervously playing with the hem of his t-shirt.

He wants to be closer to you in every way.

He wants to hold your hand as you two walk around Tulsa, Oklahoma.

"Dally, you okay?" You ask as he stares at his paper.

"Yeah doll. Just kinda mad about my grade."

You laughed.

"Well I told you not to rush. You know i'll be waiting for you every time you walk out those doors. What kind of person would I be if I wasn't walking down the hallways with my cutie friend to protect me." You smile, rubbing his back gently as his face turned a slight tinted pink.

He wanted to tell you how much he adored your smile, your company- he wanted to tell you how much you mean to him and how much he wanted to just kiss you until the world ended.

How much he wanted to protect you.

"Um, sorry i'm not interested." You spoke at a boy as he tried to swoon you in the hallways.

"Why not? I can give you everything you want, love." He said, grabbing your hand tightly.

"She said she's not interested. So beat it." Dal said, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

How much he wanted to listen to music with you as he drove the car around town at night, not really having anywhere to go.

"Doll, there's something I gotta tell you" He said, tapping the steering wheel slightly as he looked at you. The rain was pouring down, thankfully the top was up.

"Of course, you can tell me anything." He was lovestruck and got distracted as you flashed him a bright smile that you only seemed to wear for him.

He stayed silent as you waited for him to speak, looking at him, not once looking away.

"Um, well you see its kinda hard to tell you this but-"

This caused you to panic.

"You don't wanna be my friend anymore don't you." You said, wanting to start sobbing already.

"Oh no of course not, doll. I love being your friend. It's just, i kinda like someone."

You audibly gasped and turned to look at him again.

"A girl?! Oh my God tell me everything! What does she look like? Smell like? Sound like?"

He laughed at you slightly, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Well she's really pretty and um we have a few classes with her. She smells like very nice perfume, and she has a beautiful smile." He says, looking down at his shoes.

"Aw that's so sweet. What's her name?"

Secrets I have held in my heart.

Are harder to hide than I thought.

Maybe I just wanna be yours

He unbuckled his seatbelt, leaning over the center console and pulling you into a passionate kiss.

"I wanna be yours" He said, looking at you with love and affection.

"Then be mine." You smiled, kissing his cheek, making him smile brightly as he was finally yours.

[sturn1olo-ffics]

- “ALRIGHT BABY” -

pt. 1 | pt. 2

- Matt Sturniolo (and Chris Sturniolo) x Fem Reader (she/her pronouns used)

- Warnings: making out, mentions of alcohol, cheating, profanity, use of y/n, I think and hope that’s it!; NOT PROOFREAD

- About: After you and Matt’s little… “bit” in the car last night, you wake up to your worst nightmare. You’ve been asked on a date… by the other triplet.

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Y/N’s POV:

I woke up next to Matt in his bed.

What the fuck happened last night?

I got up and paced the bathroom just outside of his bedroom while all the memories flooded back into my cloudy brain.

How was I gonna tell Nick and Chris?? Did they already know??

I walked into the living room to see Chris sprawled out on the couch, still half asleep.

“Hey y/n! I didn’t know you stayed the night…? I thought Matt took you home.” he questioned.

“Oh I wasn’t feeling too well so he brought me here.” I quickly blurted out.

“Did he put you in my room for the night? I didn’t see you when I came home, but then again I was drunk as fuck and didn’t go down there.” he laughed.

“Yeah, yeah I slept in your bed last night. I hope that’s okay?” I lied straight through my teeth.

“Of course. What kinda question is that? Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to go to dinner and a movie later?” Chris asked, sitting up from his slumped state.

“Yeah sure! Let me just go get my things and head back home to get changed and… clean…” I laughed.

“Yeah of course. And I was just wondering if this could maybe be like… a me and you kinda thing? Just us?” he stood up with me.

Pausing in my tracks, I didn’t know what to say. I had completely forgotten about how madly in love with Chris I was.

“Sounds good! I’ll be back at 5:00?” I nervously backed away.

“Alright kid see you then.” he walked towards the kitchen as I headed toward-

Wait. Fuck. All my stuff was in Matt’s room. He’s gonna know.

“CHRISSSS COME UP HERE THERES A SPIDER AND MATT ISNT ANSWERING HIS PHONE!!!” Nick screamed, saving me.

Chris left the room and I immediately bursted into Matt’s room, grabbing my things and trying not to make a noise.

“Where are you going pretty girl?” Matt rolled over.

“I gotta get home, left my lights on and I don’t want the power bill to be extremely expensive.” I laughed and walked toward the door.

“Alright baby, text me when you get home.” he mumbled with his morning voice.

Fuck. I’m supposed to still hate him.

4:00pm

I’m finishing my makeup to go hang out with Chris.

I mean, it’s just hanging out right? We always do that, why am I so nervous now?

I finished my makeup, looking flawless.

I decided to do my favorite hairstyle and put on a cute outfit that made me comfortable but still looked nice-casual.

Then I left for the triplets’ house.

5:00pm

“Hey, I’m outside.” I texted Chris.

He came out, looking nice as ever. His perfect hair blowing in the wind and his bright blue eyes shining in the sun’s golden hour.

“Hey” he smiled as he hopped in the passenger seat.

“Hey! What are Nick and Matt up to?” I asked, trying to start a conversation even though my palms were sweating with nerves.

“Oh, you know the usual. Matt’s being a dumbass talking about how you were being so stupid last night. And Nick’s going to hang out with Madi. I told them I was going with Carrington to dinner.” he looked out the window at the golden sun.

“Matt was calling me stupid?” I had only focused in on that part, completely ignoring the fact that he lied to his brothers about where he was going.

“Yeah? He always does?? You’d expect that, I mean, y’all hate each other y/n.” he laughed and turned towards me.

“Yeah of course, just making sure he wasn’t making up LIES about me now.” I laughed nervously, playing it off.

We pulled up to this pizza restaurant that we both love and ate there while talking about old memories and laughing over the music playing in the restaurant.

Then, we pulled up to the mini golf place.

Me and Chris had been here a million times, it was one of our favorite things to do. But for some reason, I was blowing it. Getting 7 swings per hole. Losing by 23.

“Here, let me help you.” he laughed while I struggled hitting the ball in the hole.

Looking into my eyes, we locked eye contact for a split second before he wrapped his hands around mine on the club and guided it toward the ball.

“There you go.” he said, smiling when I hit the ball in.

“Thank you, Chris. I don’t know what’s up with me tonight.” I laughed.

But I did know what was up. I was in love with my best friend, Chris, and I’m on a date-ish thing? with him right now. All while knowing the fact that I made out with his brother last night and we are secretly a thing.

Fuck. I’m so cooked.

We left the mini golf place, hopping into the car, and decided to drive to our favorite lookout spot to see the city.

I parked the car as Chris spoke, “Y/n…?”

“Yeah Chris?” I glanced over.

“This is stupid. But I really can’t resist. Looking at you tonight has made me realize how absolutely down bad I am for you. And all I wanna do is press my lips against yours.” he stared into my eyes with a serious gaze.

Without thinking, I connected our lips.

They moved in sync with each other until I pulled back.

“Chris-” I started before he cut me off by placing his lips back on mine.

Our lips, tongues, bodies, everything moved in sync like we were made for each other.

I grasped his hair with my fists, but couldn’t help but notice how it felt like Matt’s.

Fuck. MATT!

I looked down to my phone buzzing, pausing the best make-out session I had ever had, to see Matt calling me.

“Why is Matt calling you of all people?” he questioned.

“I don’t know, that dumb fuck probably needs to know where the spare key is to my apartment so he can get Nick’s leftovers for him.” I stepped out of the car and answered the phone.

“Hi sweet girl, what are you up to?” Matt said, I could tell he was smiling through the phone.

“Oh nothing, just hanging out with Tara.” I laughed.

Fuck. What am I doing?

“Alright well I was calling to see if I could come over later… after Nick and Chris go to sleep?” he giggled.

“Yes baby, I’ll text you when I get home.” I smiled.

“Why are you whispering?” he questioned.

“Oh- uh Tara’s listening to a voice memo and needs me to be quiet outside the car.”

“…okay…well I’ll let you go then, call me later pretty girl.” he stated.

I jumped back in the car quickly to find Chris scrolling on instagram.

“Hey, sorry, his dumbass couldn’t figure out where the box was that I was telling him to get.” I laughed, trying to play that off. And desperately hoping. Chris did not hear that conversation.

“No baby you’re good.” he smirked, pulling me in for one last, sweet kiss.

“Fuck you’re so hot.” I giggled. Acting as if I don’t think that about his triplet brother.

He laughed in response before tucking my hair behind my ear saying “I’m lucky to have such a sweet girl in my life that I can actually trust. No one is loyal anymore these days. But my sweet girl is.” he gently caressed my arm.

“But, as much as I don’t want this moment to end, I need to get home because I told Matt and Nick I’d be back by 9:30.” he laughed.

I put the car in reverse and drove him back home, hoping no one saw my car before I headed out.

Upon walking into my house, I stood in the doorway to think.

Fuck. I’m two-timing my best friend and his brother.

Wait… I’m two-timing my best friend and his brother…

I smirked before picking up my phone to call Matt.

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A/N: Y’all!!! I actually love where this fic is going omg 🤭🤭 my plans are cooking. I hope y’all are liking this so far! I might turn this into a series but I’m unsure right now. Anyway, send suggestions in my inbox for what you may want to see with this fic (or another fic) in the future! Make sure to check out my guidelines in my pinned post though!! 🤍🤍🤍 Maya