#oh babygirl..... shhhhh

[sporkspud]

Navani Does A Thesis is delighting me immensely (she has a fume hood!!) and this sentence took me OUT

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Joel dealing with Preggo Wife # 7: House Pet

Can be read with others in series or standalone

Warnings: unprotected sex, slight Daddy kink, suggestive of oral M receiving, annoying reader and annoyed Joel

18 + ONLY

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You watch one depressing commercial of shivering dogs left emaciated in the cold begging for love and care, and all the water in your entire body comes flooding out in tears.

“J-j-j"—snUFFF—“JOeeeOEeeeoelllLLLL!!!" You wail, wiping your snot on his shirt sleeve while curled up against him. “THEY NWEEEDDD MWEEEEE!!!!”

“You wanna donate?”

N-d—nooo--“sniffle—“wanna -wa-wanna aa-ad-ad-opt—“

He chuckles like its some obvious joke, but when he sees the absolute shine in your giant eyes staring pleadingly at him, he puts his foot down as gently as possible: “Honey, we can’t have a dog right now. With you—being like this, and a baby on the way, I’ve got enough on my plate as is. Wanna make sure you and babygirl are well taken care of first, okay?”

There’s a tense silence hanging in the air as you seize a breath in your throat. 

And then you’re LOSING IT, whining and crying like a child into his face.

“Jesus,” he mumbles softly, gently stroking your hair, hushing little shhhhh into your forehead and rocking you in his arms like a baby in a cradle— a giant baby stuffed with another baby currently rattling the emotions of the big baby.

 He's given you a cup of water for bed and tucking you in, picking up the litany of tissues tossed around you, while you refuse to quit your puffy eye’d and endless barrage of tears. 

By the next morning, swollen lids yet calm, he thought he’d heard the last of it last night. And you were doing much better mood wise—no cries, though a little cold shoulder to him. He gives you a few hours till you’re over it and asking for ice cream like nothing happened. 

Until now, five days later where every minute is just a retort to his face about getting a dog.

When you best friend comes over to give you extra baby clothes:

"Aww your girl named her puppy Winston? That's so adorable! Joel, ya hear that??” You peak loudly so he can hear from the kitchen. “Too bad I don’t have a puppy named Winston.”

"When you have our daughter, she can get a puppy named Winston"

"Oh! Already picking her over me for getting a dog?"

He rolls his eyes, tuning out to focus on making you biscuits that are too salty so you’ll have something else to whine about.

-

During movie night:

“…If only I had a dog to help keep my feet warm on the couch.”

He shovels a fist full of popcorn into his tilted back, wide mouth. “‘At’s what a blanket’s for.” he yanks your favorite soft one over your toes and keeps his eyes on the TV.

-

To the neighbor that just fucking moved in two weeks ago:

"Joel doesn't kiss me enough. If I had a dog, I wouldn't complain as much since the pup would love me unconditionally."

He grits his teeth, excusing himself to the bathroom.

-

At Tommy’s place for a Sunday BBQ:

“Bought the wood second hand—I re constructed our living room myself,” he says braggingly, drawing a beer from the cooler.

"Yeah, Tommy, it’s real nice.” You charm, and you can already see Joel's fist clench at his side. “Would look even better with a dog in the window."

-

“Wish I had a fluffy dog to cuddle instead of your big ass."

-

"My husband spoils me so much. He usually gets me anything I want without asking! Unless it's a dog ..."

-

Joel finishing adding furniture to the baby room.

"You know what else this room could use?” 

"A dog bed, a dog blanket, a dog.”

-

"If you say-one more-god damn thing-about the dog..." he huffs.

"What dog? We don't even have a dog."

"We don't-need one. Got a cat in the house already."

He thrusts in again with a grunt, your trail of thought disappearing for a second just as Joel’s fat cock penetrates you.

 The two of you are lying sideways on the bed, his chest pressed flush against your back. With your leg just barely propped up with his masculine arm hooked under your knee, a hand splayed protectively over your big belly, he has enough room to slot his length into your achy sopping cunt, slowly fucking you with harsh little jolts. You grip the back of his neck, fingers clutched in his sweaty locks, feeling his hot breath dampening your collar. 

He lets out a pained hiss. “This lil pussy right here is all the animal I can handle now. Now quit it.”

His hips begin to crash lightly over your ass, rutting his tip deeper into you with muffled slaps. He loves the sight of your now largely grown thighs jiggling with each impact. Loves the feeling of your swollen breasts suffocating his other hand. Loves the knowledge of his wife so stuffed full of him for everyone to see. 

You moan lightly, clenching around him at the leisure, unhurried yet pent up pleasure coursing through you. But your mind wonders again. “If you don't want a rescue we can get a certain breed: How about a malnoise? Or something smaller like a corgi? Or aussie. Oh Pitties are so cute!"

He rolls his eyes, nose buried in your hair. How are you even able to have a coherent conversation right now while he's rearranging your guts? Rather than hushing you with another quit it, he decides to entertain you. "Jesus woman. Ain't pitties all mean?"

"Nooooo —mmm baby, right there—“ you whine, panting in sync as you lowly try to hump him back. “Protective, intimidating looking.” You smile, mouth agape and eyes closed when he hits that sweet spot deep inside.  “Just—like you, big ol sweethearts…Who give their wives exactly what they fucking want—like a dog."

“Christ.” The hand from under your leg glides over your wet clit, his rough digits rubbing fast circles while his other free arm  unfolds from under your throat to grip it lightly. His knees bend so he can rock just his hips with ferocious power, railing with the intent to fuck you so dumb, you can’t help but shut up. “One more peep and I'm switching us up and gonna fuck you like one.”

You really didn’t want to —resorting to this lounging position because your back hurt too much to be fucked doggy, and the baby weighed too heavily to ride him. Thank God his cock was fucking huge—it could reach deep into you at any position. No fucking wonder you got pregnant so easily. 

“no- no Daddy, I'll be good," you hum. "Unfff—mmm-yeah—yeah! Fuuuck—fuck me baby that’s it!” You shout. Joel’s hand works endlessly on your little nub, now at the mercy of his ministrations to get you off since you can’t reach yourself anymore. You grip your belly and cry, walls convulsing around his meat with a much needed orgasm. Joel follows suit not too long after, biting your shoulder as his hips still against your ass, pumping you full of his pearly cum.

The two of you stay in the same position, breathing heavily as you come down from your respective highs. 

His eyes close, breath slowing and getting deeper in relaxation as his fingers lightly dance over your swole bump.

You feel the gentle cooling breeze of the fan spinning above you. Sighing contently now filled with your husband’s love and caressed with his tender hands. 

 “…So I was thinking, when we get a dog..."

"WE ARE NOT GETTIN’ A DOG AND THAT’S FINAL."

-

Tommy comes over and can tell something is up between you two.  When Joel leaves the room, he asks "so what is it this week with Joel?"

"He won't get me--what do you mean THIS week??"

"Nothing nothing, he won't get you a what?"

"A dog. I want a dog. He doesn’t want a dog. So I don’t understand why he can’t compromise and get a dog.”

He laughs. “Honey, cuz that’s not a compromise. You know why he won't get you one, right?"

"Cuz he doesn't want to take care of me, a baby, and the dog at the same time"

"Nah. He's worried you'll only want the dog’s affection, and the baby gets the rest of your attention. Then you won’t have anything left for him.”

“…Oh!"

-

Later that night, Joel is still steaming from your earlier conversation after sex, having no regard for listening to another thing you had to say the rest of the day. You waddle into the bedroom, looking apologetic as possible with your hands held behind your back. He only looks up from the bed to see you: in his large T shirt with nothing else, freshly lavender scented from your bath, and big pleading child-like eyes full of sorrow. He purses his lips before returning to his book, glasses perched on his nose.

You approach Joel with an apology gift that you hid behind your back: a stuffed wolf.

He smiles gently unable to even pretend to hold his temper against you. you kiss the tip of his nose as he caresses your smoothed bump. “You're my favorite dog anyway,” you say warmly. “Needy. Grumpy. Likes food. Gives me kisses."

“Thought I didn’t give ya enough kisses? Least that’s what you told neighbor.”

“That was—a lie.” You bat your eyes cutely. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“Mmmm,” is all he says, his eyes raking over your curves just barely covered now due to your size. “I don’t know, Daddy might need more apologies — ya did treat me real bad this week.”

You hum sadly, nuzzling yourself against his chest. your hand trails down his firm middle, all the way to the growing tent sticking up from his boxers.

“I can lick it better,” you whisper seductively in his ear, nipping at his pulse point.

“That’s what I like to hear.”

And after one of your famous deep throated blow job with Joel's balls happily emptied in your already full belly, he leans over to his side table and pulls the drawer open, holding something tight in his hand.

You just barely stop yourself from falling asleep with your head on his lap when he dangles a dog collar above your head. You sit up, inspecting it with grubbing hands: it has your home address etched on to the metal plate, but no name on it. 

“What you want me to be your dog? I’ll wear the collar but I’m not getting on my knees, nor crawling around and drinking from dog bowls  and shitting in the yard—“

“No angel,” he shushes you. Although the image of you wearing the collar, naked and heavily pregnant on your knees in front of him wasn’t a bad idea at all…he shakes his head from the delusion. ”Aint for you. Thought about it—but ONLY after have the baby and are settled, and ya know IF —and that’s a mighty big if—we find one that’s not too rough shape, got a good sense about ‘im, then MAYBE I’ll consider it.”

"Oh my god! Thank you! Thankyouthankyou--"

"I said IF sweetheart. Got along road ahead till then."

"I'll give you as many blow jobs as you want."

"You already do that for yourself."

"Yeah but... how about I sit on your face? Fully?"

His ears perk up. "Yeah?"

"After the baby is born," you quip, smirking with more confidence then your swollen body can muster trying to wiggle away from his grasp like a devious chubby oompa lumpa. He just laughs to himself as you slip down the bed, and the sudden urge to pee has you B-lining to the bathroom.

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Twice Baked

Summary: Two batches of brownies were made: one with laced with "maryjane," and one without. Unfortunately, the wrong ones end up in the hands (and mouths) of the BAU. Requested by my lovely mutual @swaggysagiewagie <3

Words: 1,050

Rating/Warnings: M- Drugs (marijuana), canon typical mentions of violence, fluff :)

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I don’t normally make it a habit of putting illegal substances in my baked goods. I actually don’t make it a habit of using illegal substances at all, given the FBI’s random drug screenings. But when my college roommate called me in a panic at 11 pm because she had already burnt 3 batches of her attempted “special” brownies, I knew I had no choice but to help her. It was her boyfriend’s birthday tomorrow and he specifically requested the dessert, so we spent the entire night baking our asses off. While I was busy baking the weed brownies, I thought it might be nice to bake some regular ones to take to work. I was extremely careful not to mix them up. I even marked the pan without the weed brownies with a red sharpie so that I wouldn’t mix them up in the morning. But after such a late night, I was in such a hurry the next morning that I hadn’t even noticed that the only pan left in the kitchen was a batch of pot brownies. And of course, I grabbed the pan without a second thought, and dropped them off in the break room, unaware of what was to come of my little mix up.

As the team trickled in and out of the break room to get their morning coffees, they each helped themselves to a brownie under the impression that it was just another one of my delicious baked treats. It wasn’t until Penelope called us all in to the meeting room for a debrief that I noticed something was off.

“LETS GET STARTED BECAUSE WE HAVE A LOT TO COVER PEOPLE” Penelope said in a much louder voice and with a much quicker pace than usual.

“Ourfirstvictimisa32yearoldpoliceofficerandwasfoundstrangledinhercar,aaaaaandoursecondvictimwas40yearsoldandalsoapoliceofficerandOH MY GOD WE’RE NEXT” she said.

That was odd, even for Penelope.

Just then, I could hear Spencer in the seat next to me trying to stifle his giggles.

“we’re gonna die,” he said, as if that was the funniest thing in the world. “I’ve died before it is not fun,” he said between laughs.

Oh no....

It hit me just then that Penelope and Spencer's behavior was no accident, this was a result of my delicious handiwork. I can't believe I actually mixed them up.

Of course I mixed them up.

I was up so late and as luck would have it, I brought the goddamn weed brownies into Quantico.

"Calm down mama, nobody's dying alright," Morgan said. I could tell he had some brownies too because he was talking incredibly slow and he was leaned all the way back in his chair.

"Morgan's right everybody just be cooooool." I'm guessing Prentiss also had some, but she was so relaxed that it seemed like this wasn't the first time she and Morgan have been high.

"JJ you alright?" Morgan asked. She had her head down on the desk and seemed like she was sound asleep.

"OHMYGOD SHE'S DEAD TOO" Garcia yelled.

"Shhhhh it's okay babygirl," Morgan cooed as he wrapped Garcia in an embrace.

"Oh god," I said, pinching the bridge of my nose in both embarrassment and defeat.

"What's going on?" Hotch asked, standing in the doorway and staring in confusion.

"Nothing boss man just hanging around" said Emily.

I knew I had to come clean to Hotch about the brownies. "Sir, I can explain" I said, feeling more embarrassed than ever. "I helped a friend make some brownies that were laced with...a certain substance, and I decided to make a regular batch for the team, but in my haste this morning I must've mixed them up."

“Yes! The brownies! You made them (Y/N)!?” Spencer asked bewildered, “that must be why they were soooo gooood.”

I could feel his hand moving to touch the exposed skin under my skirt, and while I should have immediately swatted his hand away, I let him linger for just a moment.

“Spencer, you’re high, you all need to chill out before we can get back to work” I said as I gently brushed his hand away.

“Can I give you a kiss?” he asked with a pout, completely ignoring what I had just said

“No!I mean….yes. Maybe? But not right now!”

"No one is going to do any work until they are no longer high. I can brief them on the plane once they sober up. As for you, (Y/N), I'd like to speak with you in my office."

Oh no, this was it, I was most likely going to get fired.

"(Y/N), I'll make this brief. I realize this was most likely a mistake on your part. That said, you still drugged our team members with a substance that is illegal in several states. However, given that it's technically legal in ours, I am only going temporarily suspend you from work for the duration of the case."

"I wanted to apologize again sir, I never wanted to cause anyone harm or distract them from work."

"I know (Y/N), just be grateful I'm not reporting any of you or requiring you all to get drug tested."

I nodded profusely and walked out of Hotch's office before he could change his mind. As I rounded the corner, I bumped right into Spencer's chest. He couldn't help but giggle some more as we collided.

"Sorry Spence, not just about bumping into you but also the whole weed brownie thing."

"It's okay (Y/N)," he said as his giggles subsided,"I reeaaaalllyyyy liked those brownies."

Seeing Spencer in this state, I couldn't help but laugh too. "I'll make you some normal ones sometime, Spencie," I said, playfully punching him in the arm.

".....soooo can I still give you that kiss?" he said, gently brushing my arm. He slowly leaned in with his eyes closed, but I couldn't help but smile as I put my index finger to his lips.

"Hotch kinda 'grounded' me at the moment, but I'll let you give me as many kisses as you want when you get back," I said with a wink.

I may have risked losing my job in the process, but I'd bake weed brownies all over again if I knew that it would cause my work crush to finally make a move.

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AN: Thank you for all the love on Bang My Line. It really motivated me to write more so here’s my second criminal minds 1shot. Get added to the tag list for my next fic The Visit. Hope y’all enjoy <3

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your instgram if you were dating spencer reid (mgg)

masterlist! / pt 2

(inspired by @grccnaway nd @radiant-reid <3)

liked by hotchstuff and others

ynwashere: date night w/ the lover boy <3

view 37 comments / 16 hrs ago

hotchstuff: can i use this for blackmail

↳ ynwashere: absolutely yes, but what did spence even do

↳ pipecleaner: nothing, i’m completely innocent

babygirl: now how did you even put a face mask on him

↳ ynwashere: dunno, just did :p

↳ pipecleaner: send help, sos, pls

↳ ynwashere: shhhhh..

liked by e.prentiss and others

ynwashere: spooky

view 54 comments / 20 hrs ago

e.prentiss: carving pumpkins seems like a stress reliever

↳ ynwashere: it totally is though

↳ pipecleaner: should i call a therapist

↳ supermom: no, just the wine and carving tools

liked by d.morgan and others

ynwashere i found the rat!

view 78 comments / 1 day ago

d.morgan: did you just call pretty boy a rat?

↳ ynwashere: yeah i had to lure him back into the trailer with coffee ._.

↳ pipecleaner: i was thirsty :(

babygirl: i don’t like rats that much

↳ pipecleaner: :(

↳ e.prentiss: @/ynwashere i think you broke his heart

↳ ynwashere: not before breaking his back

↳ supermom: *sips tea*

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ynwashere honeymoon things

view 108 comments / 2 days ago

pipecleaner: you locked me out half of the time

↳ ynwashere: tsk tsk, accusing your s/o of scandalous things

e.prentiss: congratulations!

↳ ynwashere: thank you em <3

supermom: it’s not nice to lock people out, especially your husband

↳ ynwashere: he broke my favourite mug

↳ supermom: o h, then, carry on darling

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ynwashere he was being lame, so i kicked him to the curb

view 65 comments / 4 days ago

babygirl: the doctor dances?!

↳ ynwashere: he’s a horrible dancer

↳ pipecleaner: i’m an amazing dancer though :(

↳ ynwashere: you crashed into the dj booth

↳ d.morgan: oh we need details on that

↳ e.prentiss: yes

↳ babygirl: absolutely yes

↳ supermom: please and thank you

↳ dave: as expected, i knew it would happen

↳ hotchstuff: sure

↳ pipecleaner: no absolutely not

↳ ynwashere: you mean yes, absolutely

a/n: there’s more coming (eventually)

[cyborg-franky]

Hi Franky :)) I love your writing and headcanons sm you're a huge inspiration to me I hope one day I can write as smoothly as you do! I've never been sure how to ask or request anything but I was wondering how you think the strawhats would react to being called babygirl by a male significant other? I was thinking about this yesterday and it cracked me up and I wanted your take too if possible! You dont have to of course and either way hope u take care and have a nice rest of your day or night!!

Oh thank you! that's very sweet of you <3 such lovely compliments aaah and I'm sure your stuff is good too so shhhhh, have confidence! and these were fun to do so I hope you enjoy!

Luffy

He sort of tilts his head and gives you a look, not sure what you mean by that but also not really that bothered.

Just decides you are in a silly mood and laughs loudly and calls you a baby girl also.

Now he thinks it’s your thing and always calls you baby girl. 

Everyone is confused it’s become the go-to for you and Luffy to shout at one another.

Nami

If she could crush you in the palm of her hand she would.

You can see the vein in her forehead and hear how she grinds her teeth.

Trust me, if anyone is the baby girl here it’s going to be you.

Doesn’t hesitate in kicking your ass.

Robin

Just thinks your silly and chuckles, and goes about her business like you’d say nothing.

If you try it again she gives you this grin over her book, one that promised she was about to make you the baby girl unless you drop it.

And you do because Robin will end you.

Usopp

“What?” He says, not sure he heard you and he blinks.

“I said, come here, baby girl.” You said again and he huffs, cheeks going pink as he considers why you called him that in the first place.

But he doesn't mind it, he feels cute and precious and just goes along with it.

Sanji

Will kick your fucking ass.

You will call him it once and get away with it.

After that prepare to have your head beaten with a very expensive leather shoe or launched over the side of the ship with a grumble of I’ll show you who’s a baby girl, shithead.

Brook

Not phased, just laughs and sips his tea, looking at you as you repeat it and he nods. “Perhaps I am, do you want to see my panties? YOHOHOHO.” And completely turns it on you and now you have no idea what to say or how to react.

Jimbei

He looks at you confused, arms crossed over his chest as he tilts his head slightly.

Was that some kinda human thing? Was it some kinda ‘young people saying’ or was it both?

Either way, he just ignores it and gives a good-natured laugh and slaps you on the back, telling you to go play with someone else.

Zoro

“Did shitty cook tell you to say that?” He asks with a sneer on his face as he stands up from where he’d been napping, cracking his neck, and flexing his fingers.

“What? No?” You said and he’s already done listening to you, walking past you, enraged and you just hear the kitchen door slamming open and all manner of screaming and shouting and things breaking.

Franky

He looks at you, flips his shades up, and squints.

“Babygirl?” He repeats and you nod.

He hmmms about it for a moment before letting his shades sit back on his nose, turning to his work, and laughs. “Yeah alright, I can dig that.” And now you are confused about how this middle-aged man can be so chill about it.

[thehoundwrites]

What characters do you think have breeding kinks?

OKAY ILL PUT MOST TO LEAST FOR EVERY CHARACTER BC IM A FUCKING WHORE

MDNI 18+

Breeding kink, Mommy/Daddy kinks, Petnames. afab/fem reader,

These characters 100% have a breeding kink.

They would probably be the ones to introduce it, They're very into it. Really gets them going. Very vocal and cocky when they find out you're into it. They'd absolutely have a strap with synthetic cum. (Or a tentacle)

Illaoi: "Sh sh, C'mon little one, I know you can take it. You want mommy to fill you up so bad. Now beg for it, love. That's it, mm you look so good this full princess. How good does it feel, inside you. Filling you up so nicely, you're so quiet darling, I know you can be louder. Now show me."

Sevika: "Mmm, that's right. You want daddy's cum so bad, look at you. You're a mess pretty girl. You look so good when you cry for me, Oh that's right baby girl, take it all. Let me fill you up so cant think of anythign but how fucking full i made you, "

Ambessa: "Mhmm shhhhh, You can take it. Oh you feel me stretching you huh? Im so big you can't think of anything but me. Just what you deserve, little one. Mommy’s gonna make you so full baby. "

Cassandra: "Oh wow princess I didn't think you were that filthy. You want me to fill you up so bad, huh? I wish you could see you good you look filled up like this" 

Illaoi, Sevika, Ambessa, Cassandra

Wouldn't recommend it, and isn't one of their biggest kinks. But Absolutely loves seeing their cum dripping out of you. They'd happily indulge you in it as well. Not as into the dirty talk, But will get into it if you 'beg'

Grayson: "You really, like this? You're so filthy, darling." Will 100% tease you. "Oh come on now, you want mommy's cum right? Are you sure you can handle being so full baby? You look so cute, I might just wanna fill that pretty little mouth too."

Ymir: "Heh, cute? You really want me to cum inside?" More with grunts and groans, hold your jaw to keep eye contact with her.

Silco: "I didn't think you'd be so into this, You really want daddy to breed you, huh? Well at least earn it. Beg for me."

Erwin: "Oh, wow. You're loving this huh Princess? Of course ill fill you up sweetheart. You're such a special girl, i want you so full for me"

Ran: "Damn, You really are dirty huh princess? You like that? Daddys cum filling you up nice and full? You want me so bad it makes you look so fucking pathetic"

Natasha: "Oh, you really like this huh? You like when I fill you up babygirl? Make you feel so stretched out? That's so cute baby, I wanna fill you up so much my cum wont stop leaking down the beautiful thighs" Will 100% eat her cum out of you.

Hanji: "Hah, Damn you're so red, you like being filled up like this huh? Does it feel good? Uh c'mon baby tell me how good it feels when I breed you like an animal? You like that huh? I bet you want me deeper? Use your words princess tell me how you want to be filled"

Ran, Erwin, Silco, Ymir, Grayson, Natasha, Hanji

[shugojima]

OIKAWA X IWAIZUMI X YN 🍋

𝖣𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗒 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄✔︎

𝖲𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 d𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇✔︎

𝖣𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇✔︎

𝖨𝗐𝖺 & 𝖳𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗒𝗄𝖺𝗐𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗈𝗍𝗌✔︎

Enjoy ♡︎

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You and your best friend were standing in the hallway of your school, Aoba Johsai, talking a little about things girls talk about.

Boys.

Little did you know the object of interest stood right behind the corner patiently waiting for Iwaizumi to finally come out of the classroom.

"Don't fucking lie to me, Y/n! I know you like him. You got those heart eyes!"

She mocked you and as soon as Oikawa heard her saying your name, his ears went dog mode.

"I.. might like him a little... I mean he's cute but I don't stand a change anyway so why bothering."

Meanwhile Iwaizumi came walking towards him and Oikawa quickly covered his mouth, leaving him angry.

"Be quiet, Iwa chan. I'm observing."

His friend snapped his hand off his mouth "What shit are you up to now, huh?"

"SHHHHH!"

Your best friend slapped your head and went "Y/n fuck! Why don't you just try?! Worst thing that could happen is when his arrogant ass tells you to fuck off. But as far as I know, Oikawa doesn't miss out on any pussy offer."

She chuckled and put her hand on my shoulder.

"Oh lord.... now I get it. This shit again."

Iwaizumi sighs making his way to the cafeteria. "Iwa chan! Save me some Onigiri okay??!" Shit. That was too loud.

You jumped and looked around for him as soon as you heard his voice.

And the moment you saw the tall, beautiful setter walking towards you, you heart was beating out of your chest.

"Go get him, tiger." F/N said winking at you when Oikawa came to stand infront of you, that big, beautiful smile on his face.

"O-Oikawa?" you stuttered making him laugh. He leaned in on you, his face now only 2 inches from yours.

"You know... your friend might be right. I sure am a greedy man when it comes to cuties like you."

You could feel his breath on your lips as he was speaking and your face turned bright red.

His thumb tracing your lower lip he smirked down at you waiting for your response.

And oh how he loved seeing you all emberassed because of him.

You wanted to escape his gaze but then again you don't.

Unable to say anything he took it in his own hands.

"You wanna fuck me, is that right?" He whispers in your ear before nibbing on your lobe a little.

Your eyes widened at his straight forwardness but you gathered all your confidence and nodded.

"That's what I thought. It's always the same with you girls. Not that I mind."

He grabbed your wrist dragging you into the now empty classroom and shut the door closed before he sat you on a table.

"You... we can't.. do it here..." You said when he came closer, putting his hands on your bare thighs.

"And why is that? I don't see anyone else around. We'll be fine."

Leaning in on you he gave you a intense kiss, his tongue finding it's way into your mouth and the feeling of his soft, sweet lips made you moan a little.

How many times you've imagined this exact moment.

Smirking at him succesfully driving you crazy, his fingers moved over your wet panties, one of his fingers putting pressure on your sweet spot.

"Nghhh"

"Try to keep quiet, love or I might have to teach you some discipline."

He went down on you, pulling your panties down with him as his face disappeared under your short skirt.

His tongue greedely licking off your sweet juices as he started to suck on your clit.

Your moans filled the classroom when your hand grabbed his brown locks, pushing his mouth closer to you as the door shut open.

"TRASHYKAWA WHER-"

Iwaizumi's eyes widened at the sight of you two and you jumped off the table quickly covering your face.

"I brought some Oninigi with me but I see you're already enjoying your meal."

He said as he walked in and slowly closed the door, his eyes on you.

"Sharing is caring, Kawa."

"Ughh fine... but her mouth is mine."

Trying to realize what was about to happen you stood there, shaking and emberassed before Iwaizumi walked up to you, grabbing a fist of your hair, tilting your head back.

"So you're another little volleyball slut huh? Guess it's your lucky day then."

Your eyes rolling back he slid a finger in between your lips making you whine.

"Did that idiot make you so wet? Is he so good at eating desperate pussy?"

"I HEAR YOU BIZATCH!" Oikawa cried about his friends insult.

"Shut it, Kawa. Daddy's turn now."

Iwaizumi threw you over the table, you holding on to the edge when you heard him unbuckling his belt.

"You don't fuck in school. That's just inappropriate, you know?"

Looping his belt he lifted your skirt and hit you hard as you whined and teared up a little.

"You just don't do that. What if someone walked in on you? Oh wait... that'd be me."

Hitting you harder again your grip tightened on the table when you turned your head left and saw Oikawa sitting on a nearby table, watching the scene with a smile, licking his lips.

"Meany, Iwa chan...."

"Shut it or you're next."

Eyes half closed you tried to keep as quiet as possible when Iwaizumi dropped the belt making you sigh in releave.

He just chuckled "Don't think I'm done here, baby. Daddy's just getting started."

He quickly got rid of his pants and pressed his hard cock against your ass making you grind on him in need for any kind of friction.

"Oh look at you, babygirl. So fucking desperate for my cock aren't you?"

"Y-yes... I am, Daddy."

"Fuck. Say that again." He wrapped his hand around your throat leaning in on you and whispered "Again."

"I- I need your cock, Daddy... I need it so bad."

-Iwaizumi feral mode activated-

"Fucking right and Daddy's gonna make you cream all over it." He growled as he spread your slick lips and pushed himself all in.

HOLY SHIT.

You screamed in pain and pleasure when the grip around your throat tightened the other hand on your hips, moving you in sync with his hard thrusts.

"You like that, baby? My fat cock inside your little fuckhole? Stretching you out real good?"

Oikawa was getting a little impatient watching him fuck you.

He walked up to you on the other side of the desk where you hold on dear life

"I did all the hard work, getting her to do this in the first place so why the fuck do I sit watching??"

That wasn't a question tho.

He impatiently unzipped his pants and pulled out his throbbing hard cock, wasting no time to bring it to your lips.

"If it's to hard for you to concentrate on sucking me good because of Iwa chan, I might just facefuck you myself. You don't want that do you?"

You shook your head no "Thought so. Now show me if you're worth my time."

One hand letting go of the table you grabbed his length and started stroking before you spit on his tip and licked circles around it.

Oikawa letting out a slight moan and Iwa put your right leg on the table so he could go even deeper.

Iwa's cock now hitting the right spot as you threw your head back in pleasure, moans escaping your mouth when Oikawa grabbed your head and forced himself all down your throat.

"I said concentrate." he said with a strict tone.

You choked hard on it since it was rediculously huge. Even bigger than Iwaizumis, who was still fucking you up from behind.

Him hitting that one spot over and over again you moaned onto Oikawas cock and it made him go crazy.

You imagined that hearing him moan because of you would sound great but the sounds that left his pretty mouth were nothing short than heavenly. Music to your ears.

Iwaizumi felt your walls clench around him. He went harder and faster and started rubbing your clit.

"Be a good girl and cream all over Daddy's cock, will you?"

"Y-ye.... NGHHH FUCK!!"

You obeyed and rode out your high on his thick cock. Soon after you did he pulled out and spilled his hot cum all over your ass, some of it dripping down your pussy.

Oikawa was on the edge. Your heavy screams on his cock fueld his fire.

"Iwa chan. Come here, take her head for me. I wanna enjoy in peace."

He jumped on the table, hovering over you, knees on your sides as he grabbed your head and pushed it down on his friends cock, rolling his eyes.

"Lazykawa..."

"Shut it Iwa chan! Nghhh... go faster."

It hurt but having one man fucking your head onto another mans cock turned you on way too much to care about something so unrelevant.

Tears streaming down your face and drool leaking out of your mouth he came down your sore throat and moaned your name.

Pulling out the both of them zipped up their pants and grabbed their stuff.

Oikawa leaning in on you he gave you a quick kiss on your cheek, all wet from the tears you shed seconds ago.

"Best whore I had so far."

Mumbling to yourself as they walked out leaving you behind all fucked up you said

"But Oikawa... I don't wanna be your best whore. I wanna be your only whore.

[becca-e-barnes]

Hi Beautiful! Okay HEAR MY HORNY ASS OUT

Y/N and dilf! Bucky saying goodbye to their last guests after Y/N’s birthday party, the kids are in bed, the house is a mess and they end up exhausted cuddling on the sofa with Bucky’s head on readers stomach and with a few remaining cupcakes from the party…

Y/N picks up one of the cupcakes as a late night snack, but leaves the icing to the sides as it’s not her thing, dilf! Bucky notices, makes fun of her for leaving it, swipes his finger over the discarded icing and over reader’s lips, and kisses her deeply making them both moan as they taste the icing on their lips and tongue.

Suddenly Bucky pulls away, grabs the plate, grins and says “can I finish this sweets?” And Y/N nods, pouting and saying “sure if you like that cake more than mine”

Bucky just grins wider and says “I was actually hoping to combine them”.

Before you know what’s happening, Bucky is pulling you toward him on the couch and kisses you passionately again , as he lays you down on your back, he flips up your skirt and pulls your panties to the side and rubs his fingers through your folds sighing and commenting on how wet you are for him “oh good girl! I don’t know if this can be any sweeter for me”

He then scoops a little icing with his fingers and rubs it on your pussy lips and clit while applying just the right amount of pressure … without skipping a beat he dives in and eats you out like it’s his last meal, licking, sucking and kissing while moaning and pumping two fingers in and out of you… repeating the process with the icing 3 times, one for each orgasm he gives you.

When you finally become too sensitive and push him off you, he then leans back on the couch and pulls your limp body on top of him, straddling him. He kisses you deeply, all tongue and teeth which has you tasting both yourself and the icing, as he slides his heavy cock into you. You are so cock drunk at this point that he has to rotate between covering your mouth with his hand and pushing the fingers into your mouth, the same ones that were fucking your pussy moments ago.. “shhhhh, I know baby girl I know…. You’re doing so well taking my fat cock huh?! Is this what you wanted for your birthday? To go dumb on my cock? Now be a good wife and be quiet while you take every. single. Inch. We wouldn’t want to wake the kids now would we”

He fucks you like that until it provokes his own release, thick ropes of cum filling your pussy, with multiple grunts as he holds you tight which makes you cum again. He kisses your forehead and releases your mouth as you both come down from your high, telling you he loves you afterwards and carrying you to bed.

DILF! BUCKY WHERE ARE YOU!!!!!!

I woke up to this and let me tell you, I am just as speechless reading it now as I was the first time (And every time since) 😩 any other man tells me to be a good little wife? Instant divorce. But from bucky, I’m here for it

And there’s something so hot about him shushing you? I can’t even explain it, it’s making me quiver just thinking about him making you finish three times before he even thinks of fucking you and when he does, you’re so blissed out you can hardly even think properly

So him thrusting up into you, two fingers in you mouth while his whispers “oh shh babygirl, you’re gonna wake the kids. Bet you don’t fuckin’ care do you? All you care about is my fat cock stretching out your little hole. Feels good bein’ so stuffed full of your husband, doesn’t it? You’ve no idea how much I love that my sweet little wife turns into a filthy cockslut. You’re sound ruined right now and fuck, it shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does.”

You know you should worry about leaving a mess on the couch but you can’t bring yourself to care, Bucky is just drilling into you too perfectly

I’m sorry I just literally have no thoughts, the icing thing has been in my head all day and I’m melting at the thought of how he’d moan and groan as he licks you, hardly even stopping to breathe and how obscene it would sound 😵‍💫

[kpop-dungeon-dark]

Heat. (Bestfriend!Sanha x You)

•TRIGGER WARNING•

Warning(s): Non-Con. Both of you are legal in this. Read at your own risk.

Sanha couldn't help it. She was just so pretty. Too pretty. To him. The way her eyebrows furrowed as the girl tried to concentrate on the chemistry equation she was solving under his guidance, chewing on the butt of the pencil and sighing when she couldn't get it right, the adorable little whine releasing from her mouth. His eyes slowly flickered down to her soft looking lips.

He wanted to kiss them. So fucking much. For so many years now.

The lovestruck boy didn't even realise when the lines between fantasy and reality eventually blurred, him leaning in and kissing her soft yet tight, his lips sticking to hers, refusing to go almost. Sanha was so carried away by the heavenly feeling that the loud gasp that escaped Y/n against his lips drowned in the pounding of his heart was that was ringing in his ears.

"... Sanha… Sanha!" It took him a few moments to snap out of it, Y/n pushing at his chest as her body backed away from his much bigger and broader one. "Sanha!" He opened his eyes to see her frowning at him with a disapproving expression. "I- I told you…" Sighing heavily, she uneasily put her books to the side and stood up. "I told you that day when you- you- I don't feel the same way about you."

The boy's jaw clenched as he looked up at her, backing away from where he was leaned in as he softly grasped the bedsheet of his bed. "Why not? And… how are you so sure, even, huh?" She was unable to notice the pretty vivid change in his tone and posture today. The girl didn't know better. "We have been inseparable ever since we can remember, we know each other so well and we get along so well!" Standing up in irritation, he towered over her, eyebrows furrowed and shoulders slowly rising and falling due to the change in his breathing pattern.

"Sanha- Sanha-! I know! I know!" Y/n nodded and agreed, trying to speak over him as he continued to ramble on, trying to convince her in whatever way. "I know! And I am sorry! But you're just- not my type, Sanha! I am sorry!" His heart fluttered in an unpleasant way and stomach twisted at how her eyebrows furrowed in worry.

"Oh, really?" Sanha stopped trying to convince her, burying his hands in the pockets of his pants instead and leaning down at her. "So you have grown up well enough to know your type, huh?" The blush that spread across her face followed by his words made his jaw clench. "My little Y/n is all grown up and wise now, hm? No longer requires my guidance or help deciding what she needs?"

The girl sighed at his taunting tone, oblivious to what was about to come. "We have an amazing friendship, Dana. Don't mess it up, please…" Looking down to avert her gaze from his because for some reason she just couldn't look in his eyes, the girl bit her lip. "You of all people know that I like the guy who lives in the house next to mine."

"Dongmin. Lee fucking Dongmin, huh?" Hatred laced the boy's words as his mind started to imagine the mentioned boy's pretty and kind face all broken and bruised; beaten to a pulp.

By of course no one other than Sanha.

"Don't be like that!" Giggling a little, she pushed at his shoulder playfully and sat back down, pretending to be busy with the books. "Come, help me go over these notes and stop sulking! Besides, yeah. I am old enough to know what I want now, Dana! I can't always rely on you and wait for you to guide me how to do simple daily life things, right?"

"Wrong." It happened so fast Y/n's brain couldn't even decipher it. Sanha pushed the books away and off the bed with such force they went flying away, one of his hands grabbing the girl's throat as he climbed the bed, dragging her shocked body to the middle using the grasp he had on her. "I am and will always be the one to tell you what to do because you're way too pathetic and dumb to know that on your own." A deep chuckle left him as her eyes widened and legs started kicking when the shock subsided, replacing it with panic.

"S- S- SAN- SANH-"

"Aww, not so big now, are we? Tsk tsk." Tears welled up in her eyes when she looked up at him to find a foreign expression on his face. A smirk of betrayal with dark and cold eyes looking her up and down. "Fuck… I've always wondered how these pretty looking privates of you would feel in my hands, babygirl" Sanha didn't have to use much strength keeping her in place as he climbed over the girl's smaller body, instantly groping and feeling her wherever he could, not getting much bothered by the hits and scratches her small hands were giving him.

There was so much Y/n's little hands could do against the giant.

"P- Please… please… no… please stop… You don't have to do this" the girl heaved in exhaustion as she begged Sanha, trembling and crying as she could feel his hands under her hoodie and down her shorts, squeezing and pinching wherever they pleased.

"You're right, I didn't." Pulling the string from her hoodie, the boy dragged them closer to the headboard sickly calm, ears red and erection so hard it poked the girl's thigh even through his boxers and pants. "This is YOUR fault, you hear me? YOU did this to YOURSELF" his voice was soft but rough as he punched the words in her brain, tying her hands to the headboard using the string while knowing it would be enough to easily hold her down.

"Had you cooperated and just obeyed me like little girls such as yourself fucking should instead of trying to do any thinking on your own" shaking his head, Sanha moved back down to her body, pushing the hoodie up until it bunched around her neck, big and warm rough hands tugging off her shorts roughly. "A chance… That was all I asked for."

A sob escaped the girl as the male spread her soft thighs apart, smiling as he admired her pussy lips, probing and spreading them. "Such a pretty cunt." He found himself loving the whimpers and cries escaping her, grazing his thumb up and down her folds, it's tip feeling her tiny and unused entrance, making the girl jump by spitting on it before starting to work it in.

"S- San-"

"Shhhhh~" messily stuffing her shorts that were a bit too short for his liking, the male gave a sensual lick to her soft and red pussy lips, kissing them right after and chuckling at how her thighs trembled from the feeling. "Fuck, Y/n. You've no idea how much I've wanted to tie you up like this and eat you silly before fucking you dumb as you whine and cry in pleasure, begging me for more."

Y/n tried to break free, her wrists starting to burn against the string due to how fragile her skin was. "Mmm… I promise, babygirl. By the time I am done with you, you'll be wrapped around my little finger on your knees for me." Stroking the outside of her thighs, the male shakily breathed out, crotch grinding against the mattress that they had spent their childhood playing with their toys on.

"Hnnnggg… you like it, don't you? Fuck-" Sanha looked up, his face drenched in her natural juices and his own spit, heavily breathing as he searched her face for an expression, eyes dark. "You taste so much better and sweeter than I imagined, babygirl." He went back to admiring it, playing and teasing it with his index finger, other hand continuously caressing her thigh.

It was surreal. After all these years of imagining this over and over in different scenarios and circumstances, it was finally happening. And this. This was better than all that he had fantasized.

So sweet. So soft. So… real.

Sanha could feel his head start to pound from the need and intoxication his own hormones were putting him under, now teasing her asshole with the hand that had previously been on her thigh, just wanting to feel it, feel her. All of her.

That was his. Finally.

"So tight… fuck!" Rubbing her clit with his thumb and circling her navel with his middle finger as his hand was big enough to do so, Sanha fucked her pussy hole open with the hot tip of his tongue, trying to force it in and deeper, circling the rim of muscles with it. "Now tell me, tell Daddy, it feels fucking amazing, doesn't it? Daddy is making you feel soooo good, isn't be?" Pushing one of his middle fingers up her entrance instead, the boy moved up now, removing the shorts from Y/n's mouth causing her to gasp aloud for air.

"S- Sanh- Sanha-" a sharp smack across her cheek locked her throat up again, forcing a cry out of her throat instead.

"It's Daddy" grasping her soft locks, he pulled her hair back to make the girl look at her better and glared down at her. "You must speak to your owner and caregiver with respect, little one." Pressing a wet kiss to her lips, the boy hungrily ran his tongue around them, moaning and sucking at them. "So, tell Daddy now. Tell him how good he's making you feel…" Y/n winced and cried harder, clenching around his rather thick finger on defense.

"P- Please… please… I am s- sorry! Stop! Please! Please, just stop!" His eyebrows furrowed as he pushed another finger in, stretching and stimulating her from the inside, thumb grazing against her clit.

"Are you telling me you don't feel good? This doesn't feel good? Daddy isn't making you feel good?" His voice was alarmingly soft and… deadly. But the innocent girl was too foolish to know that, of course.

"N- No… No… I- I don't! Stop, please! It hurts!" She honestly pouted, tears rolling down her cheeks as she tried to struggle weakly, actually expecting him to stop.

"You leave me no choice, then." Pulling his fingers out of her, Sanha didn't pay any attention to the shaky naive little sigh of relief that left her, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants before pulling his cock out and smirking. "If being nice isn't gonna get me anywhere," gripping her throat, he shakily moaned and pumped his cock, pressing the head to her opening. "Then I won't." Giving a powerful thrust in Y/n's pussy which tore due to his girth, the boy crazily grinned.

"I'll simply get my pleasure and lock you up until I need you again. Just how you're meant to be. A pretty doll, all for me."

.

[alisonsfics]

Secret Santa🎄

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Request: “Omg spencer and secret Santa!!” - @wesleeporstudy

Word Count: 1.9k

You walked into JJ’s office. The team was doing a secret santa exchange for the holidays. JJ had volunteered to be in charge of picking who each person’s secret santa was.

“Hey JJ, I’m here for my assignment” you said, jokingly acting like JJ was your teacher. “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N” JJ repeated while scanning the list for your name. You waited patiently as she found it. “Oh here it is, you are Derek’s secret santa” she told you, smiling.

“How much do I have to bribe you to find out who my secret santa is?” You asked her, smirking. “Not going to happen, Scrooge. Stop trying to ruin the holiday spirit” JJ said, sticking her tongue out at you.

You laughed and left JJ’s office. You were already trying to think of gift ideas for Derek. You loved Derek and he was one of your closest friends, but you had no idea what to get him. You ran into Spencer in the hallway, as you were going back to your desk.

“Spencer! There you are” you said, lighting up when you saw him. Reid gave you a warm smile and waved at you. “I need some advice” you told him, simply. He looked shocked to say the least. “Only if that’s okay” you said, backtracking. “No, of course it’s okay. I’m just not used to people asking me for advice. Normally they ask Derek or someone” he expressed, honestly.

“Well this is about Derek. I don’t know what to get him for secret santa” you told Spencer. You hoped he would have a good idea. “Oh well umm, he’s been talking about some football game that’s coming up. Maybe you could get him tickets to go see that” Spencer suggested.

Your eyes lit up, that was the perfect gift idea. “Oh my god, Spence! That’s it, it’s perfect” you told him, excitedly. You wrapped your arms around his body. You could feel his body shake as he laughed. Then he put his arms around you. He gave you a quick squeeze and then you both pulled away.

You saw the slightest blush in Spencer’s cheeks after you both pulled away. To be honest, you weren’t sure if you really saw it. There was a part of you that was sure you had made it up.

You had the biggest crush on Spencer. You thought that everything he did was perfect. It was pretty obvious to everyone on the team, everyone except Spencer.

Spencer had been pining over you for years and just could never get the guts to ask you out.

“I should get going, I have to go see JJ” he said, awkwardly. “Oh for secret santa! Good luck, just hope that you don’t get Hotch. He’s probably the hardest to shop for” you told him, giggling. You saw Reid let out a light laugh at your joke.

“Yeah, you’re probably right” he said, and then walked past you. You had a cheesy grin on your face as Reid walked away. But, you just couldn’t help it.

-One week later-

You were sitting at your desk, filling out paperwork. You saw Morgan stand up and walk into the kitchen. Now was your chance.

You stood up and quickly walked over to Morgan’s desk. You placed the envelope on his desk and then quickly walked back to your desk, so he wouldn’t catch you in the act.

You continued doing your paperwork and acted inconspicuous when Morgan came back in the room. “Well would you look at that” Morgan said, to himself. “What’s that?” Emily asked, curiously. “My secret santa got me tickets to the game. But it’s two tickets, who wants to go with me?” Morgan asked the rest of team.

“Sorry I’m booked solid” Emily said, shrugging her shoulders. “I don’t really do sports” Spencer said, causing Emily to laugh. “What about you, Y/N?” Derek asked you. You looked up from your paperwork.

“Well— ” you said, thinking about if you were busy or not. “She has plans” Spencer said, quickly. You were shocked by what he said to say the least. You most certainly did not have plans.

You spun around to face Spencer. “I do?” You asked him, raising your eyebrow at him. “Pretty boy, what are you talking about? Y/N looks as confused as I am. What are these magical plans that she doesn’t even know about?” Morgan teased Spencer.

“It’s umm— it’s nothing” Spencer said, looking back down at his book. Then it clicked, Spencer was jealous. Could it really be that Reid liked you back?

There was only one way to find out. “Reid, if you don’t tell me, I’m going to the game with Morgan” you said, hoping that would get a reaction.

Morgan smirked at you, realizing what you were doing. He walked over to you. “That sounds great, babygirl” Morgan said, knowing the nickname would make Reid even more jealous. Morgan came up behind you, and rested his hands on your shoulders.

“Can I talk to you?” Spencer asked you, grabbing your hand and pulling you with him as he walked into the kitchen. “What are you doing?” You asked him. “Don’t go with him, please Y/N” he practically begged you.

He was clearly jealous, why couldn’t he just admit it to you.

“Why don’t you want me to go?” You asked him, prying. “Cause look at Derek, all the girls love him. And it’ll just be you two and it’ll be like a date” he said, looking down at the floor.

“Derek is one of my closest friends, we hang out all the time. Why is this time any different?” You asked him, confused. “Cause you’ll both be alone together” Spencer said, quietly. “What are you worried is going to happen?” You asked him, trying to draw the answer our of him. “That Derek is going to make a move on you. I mean, look at you, you’re absolutely gorgeous. I’m sure Derek knows that too, so what would stop him from asking you out?” Spencer rambled. Your heart fluttered when he called you gorgeous and you could feel the butterflies in the pit of your stomach.

“Derek and I are just friends. But I think you’re jealous” you told him, smirking. “Huh? I’m not jealous, I just don’t want anything to happen to you” he lied.

You sighed to yourself, apparently it would take a lot for Spencer to admit he was jealous.

“Come on Reid, we both know Derek. He would never let anything happen to me. You trust him when he’s out in the field with me, so why is this different? And you could’ve just said you didn’t want me to go, you didn’t have to lie and say I had plans” you told him, honestly.

Spencer took a deep breath and reached into his pocket. He pulled out an envelope and handed it to you. “What is this?” You asked him, cluelessly. “I’m your secret santa” he explained, and it clicked in your brain.

You opened the envelope and you saw two tickets. You read the tickets and saw they were to an orchestra concert.

The concert was the same night that the football game. It all made sense now. It wasn’t just jealousy. It wasn’t that he didn’t want you to go out with Derek, it was also that he wanted you to go out him. And Derek’s football game would get in the way of that.

You looked up at Spencer and tried to figure out the right words to say.

“You mentioned the other day that you were a fan of this orchestra that was coming here on tour. So I got you tickets” Spencer said, sheepishly. “Yeah I see that, two tickets. What am I supposed to do with the other one Spence?” You asked him, smirking.

“I was hoping you would go with me, but if you want to take someone else that’s okay too” he said, giving you a weak smile.

“Oh come on, you dork. Spencer, would you like to go to the concert with me?” You asked him, smiling. “Like a date?” He asked, hopefully. “Just like a date” you told him, smirking to yourself.

“I would really like that” he said, smiling down at you. Looking at Spencer, you felt completely lovestruck. He had that smile, the one that made your heart melt.

You thought of a sneaky plan. A smirk rose on your face. “Come with me?” You told Spencer, then turned and started to walk down a hallway that no one was ever in.

“Where are we going?” Spencer asked, cluelessly. “Shhh” you said, putting a finger up to your lips as you looked over your shoulder at him. You looked around and then stopped walking.

You wrapped your arms around Spencer’s neck and pulled him towards you. His eyes grew big, he didn’t seem to believe what was happening. You backed up until your back was against the wall.

“Put your hands on my waist” you instructed Spencer. Then, you smirked and leaned in to kiss him. His lips felt soft and tasted like chapstick. Spencer felt rigid, his hands were lightly placed on your hips, barely touching you.

You tugged on Spencer’s hair a little, as your lips moved together. “You good?” You asked, against his lips. “Mm-hmm” Spencer muttered. You pulled him closer to you, so your bodies were pressed up against each other.

Then, his grip on your hips tightened and you smirked against the kiss. Finally, you both pulled away for air.

“What was that for?” Spencer asked, breathlessly. “For finally getting up the courage to ask me out” you told him. “But didn’t you ask me out?” He asked you, confused. “Did you enjoy the kiss?” You asked him. He nodded and his cheeks flushed red.

“Then, just take the win, pretty boy” you told him, smirking and walking back into the bullpen.

“So are you coming to game with me or what?” Derek asked you, walking over to your desk, where you were sitting. “No, turns out I do actually have plans” you told him, giggling. “Did pretty boy finally give you the tickets?” He asked you.

You froze, how did Derek know about the tickets? “How did you- ?” You started to ask him. “Please, Reid has been stressing for a week, trying to find a way to give them to you. And I may have asked you to come to the game, because I knew it would make him jealous” Derek admitted.

Then, it all made sense to you. “So you were completely in on it! Oh and by the way, you’re welcome for the tickets” you told him, turning back to your paperwork.

“Wait, you were my secret santa?” Derek asked you, in shock. “Yep” you heard someone else answer. You saw Spencer walk in the room and sit down at his desk.

“Woah woah, you knew too?” Derek asked, turning to Reid. “Yeah, who do you think gave her the idea to buy the tickets?” Spencer said, ratting you out.

“Shhhhh, you weren’t supposed to tell him” you said, frowning. “Come on, you lovebirds. Stop arguing, you both should be looking forward to your date. You’ve both been in love with each other for years, and you’re already bickering as soon as you get together” Derek told you both, and then walked away.

“Thank you, by the way Spencer. It’s a really thoughtful gift” you told him, smiling. He just smiled right back at you. He was happy. You were happy. Derek wasn’t lying, you both had been waiting for this day for a while.

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ILLICITUS: CHAPTER 4

Prompt: Y/N is a respectful narcotics agent, she worked hard to have her work recognized in a prominently male work field. She‘s assigned to the most important case of her whole career, investigate and apprehend the biggest drug dealer of U.S.A, the only thing she didn’t count on, was for the bastard to be so damn charming.

Word count: Long-ish

Pairing: Mob!Roman Reigns x Reader

Warnings: +18, dirty talk, blackmail, cursing, conspiracy.

Tagging: @ziasaph , @marlananicole , @mindofasagittaruis , @reigns-5sos , @nicolewoo , @bayley-no-friends , @lilred91 , @auawdo , @lustyromantic

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I walk from Matt’s office to my desk in utter shock.

*What the hell is going on?* Is all I can think about. What seemed to be the opportunity of a life time (career wise) is becoming a true nightmare. One I couldn’t wait to wake up.

“Hey, kid! My office, NOW!” Jeffrey screamed

*Oh God, that’s all I needed right now*

“Yes, Jeffrey?” I reluctantly asked

He urgently closed and locked his office’s door

“Why did you locked the door?” I ask suspicious

He ignored me and motions for me to sit down. He was so nervous that it would be irrelevant to try to do anything but obey him.

“Happy?” I said bitterly

“Did you knew I was being tracked?” He whispered

“What do you mean?”

“Someone wiretapped my house!”

“Wait, wait. What? Are you serious Jeffrey?”

“Do I look like I’m joking to you, kid?” He angrily whispered

“Why would someone wiretap you?”

“How the fuck would I know? The only thing I know is that it came from the Bureau”

“How do you know that?”

“Because we are the only ones who use that type of technology. You can’t find that shit on the streets! Which makes me think why the fuck is somebody from this building minding my business?”He whispered screamed again

“Ok, first of all, you need to calm the fuck down! You’re little temper is not helping me to think at all. And you’re practically demonstrating to the person who did that, that you know about the wire. So take a deep breath, old man” I whispered and in an attempt to calm himself down, Jeffrey lit up a cigarette.

“Alright, where did you found the wiretap?”

“On the cable modem. We leave it at the leaving room”

“Ok, have you had any problems with your internet signal?”

“No. Why?”

“Sometimes in order to place a wire inside the house, they cause an external problem in the signal so you’ll call the cable company and someone from investigation will get inside the house to put the wire, pretending to be someone from the cable company” I explained and he gave me a puzzled look

“What?” I ask

“How do you-“

“They did that in New York to catch the Mob bosses. What kind of cop are you Jeffrey that doesn’t know about the biggest take down of the five biggest mob families of New York?” I tease

“I’m getting old, that’s my excuse” He laughs

“So if nobody came to fix anything, they must have came in normally then....has anyone from the Bureau came to your house recently?”

“Oh fuck. Everybody, kid”

“Everybody?”

“Yeah, two weeks ago, remember?”

“Shit, your birthday party” I dropped my head in defeat

“We have at least 30 suspects” He mumble

Something tells me whoever is doing this is trying to put me against Jeffrey so I decided to come clean with him

“Jeff, someone requested for a tracker on Roman Reigns”

“Please tell me you’re shitting me” He murmured “Who signed?”

“Apparently me”

“WHAT?” He screamed

“Shhhhh, someone will hear you!”

“What do you mean with ‘apparently you’?”

“My DEA ID number was in the requested by space”

“And how could someone get that?” He asked

“According to Matt, anyone who’s smart enough. He said is not that difficult, you just need to know where to look” I sighed

“Do you know when it was installed?”

“Yesterday, as I was there. Whoever did it wanted to make sure the timing matched perfectly....My biggest fear is for him to find out before I can remov-“ I was cut off by my phone ringing with an unfamiliar number.

“Y/L/N” Was my greeting

“Good morning, agent Y/L/N.”

*Oh fuck no!* I thought

“Good morning Mr. Reigns, how can I help you?”

“Well, I would like for you to join me for lunch, I have a subject I would like to discuss with you”

“I’m afraid I can’t, sir. I have a lot of work and-“

“Oh I’m certain your work can wait agent Y/L/N. Since you have some explaining to do”

“I beg your pardon?” I was already preparing myself for what I knew it would be inevitable

Roman laughs amused “Y/N. Did you really thought you could put a tracker on me and I wouldn’t find out? C’mon baby, I thought you were smarter than that!”

“Mr. Reigns, it’s not what you think-“

“I’m not gonna discuss this through a phone call. Be here at noon!” His voice colder than a bucket of ice

He hung up, before I could even protest it.

“What is it?” Jeffrey asked

“He found out and wants me to explain it” I faintly whispered

“Fucking great!” He grunts “Are you gonna go? Do you want me to go with you?”

“I have to go, I got no choice. And no, if I show up there with you is just gonna make things worst��

He nods “What are you going to do, kid?”

“Pray Jeff...pray like a fucking nun!”

......................................................................

“There she is! The little sneaky spy” Roman smirked at me “Please, sit” He motions to his office chair. The same one I sat the first time I was there.

“So, are you going to explain to me about this little thing?” He dropped the tracker on my lap

“Mr. Reigns, I know how this looks to you but I can guarantee, I didn’t requested this”

“You didn’t? Then how come is your internal identification number upon the request by line?”

*Of course he knows about that too*

“That’s what I’m trying to find out, sir”

“So what? You’re not trying to pull up the old trick that somebody is setting you up, right Y/N?”

“I know is hard to believe and if was in your position I would have the same disbelief as you right now, but unfortunately that is the pathetic truth”

“Do you expect me to believe that, agent Y/L/N?” He chuckled

I stare at him, responding “No, Mr. Reigns. I expect you to be reasonable, I would be naïve to think that I could do such an immature move like putting a tracker on you and expect you not to find out about it. As a matter of fact I would be straight up dumb if I thought that, that would ever work. So no I didn’t do it, somebody else did and that’s the reality, now whether you want to believe it or not it’s not my problem” I was taking a big risk talking to him like that, but it was the only thing I could do right now, bluff.

Roman places both of his hands on my thighs, leaning down until our faces are uncomfortably close.

“You play a dangerous game, Y/N. A very, very dangerous game” He licks my bottom lip “But I like that, it turns me on” Roman dragged his nose upon my neck, breathing in my scent

“You turn me on” He whispers in my ear “The things I can see myself doing to you are pure torture because that’s all what they are: imagination, and I want them to become reality. I want to see you spreading your legs for me, I want you in all fours on top of my bed, I want your pretty lips around my cock, I want my face in between your thighs, I want to fuck you in whatever pace I feel like it, I want you to take every inch of my cock, I wanna feel you stretching around me baby, moaning for me to go deeper and harder”

This man...The things he says, his voice so deep, his cologne filling up my nostrils and intoxicating me on his scent, on him.

“Roman” I whispered, but he continued

“You know there’s a chemistry between us, I know you can feel it too babygirl, so why hide it? Why suppress it, when we can put this stamina to good use, baby? I want it, you want it, it’s a simple math”

“That wouldn’t be very professional, I’m afraid” I mumbled

He leans back to look me in the eyes

“The tracker isn’t very professional as well is it?”

“I already told you it wasn’t me”

“And do you think a judge in court will care? There’s your personal DEA number in there, a number that technically only you have access to it and as far as I’m concerned that little tracker would be considered an invasion of privacy, I could sue not only you but the DEA for that. I mean, I signed an official document allowing you to search for anything you want in my professional life, not on my personal one and that tracker was installed on one of my private cars. Do you see my point, Y/N?”

“You want me to fuck you in order for you to keep your mouth shut” I angrily murmured

“Well, biologically speaking I would be the one to fuck you not the other way around” He smirked

“You’re so low, Roman” I spat

“Roman? No more formalities I see, I like that” He smiled

“Not happening” I shake my head vigorously

“What? Do you find me so repugnant that the thought of sleeping with me is that horrifying?” He asked amused

“It’s not that-“

“Oh, so you do find me attractive?” He asks pretending to be surprised

“Modesty doesn’t suits you, Mr. Reigns” I mocked

“So what is it?”

“If I do it, it’s gonna be like signing my guilty sentence. I would be screwing you to somehow make me innocent” I answered

Roman pulled me up from the chair, hugged my waist resting his hands mere inches from my ass.

“No baby, screwing me would be the equivalent to not getting fired, not having a billionaire lawsuit filled against you and not spending the rest of your life in prison” He smiled, now caressing my butt cheeks

“So babygirl, what’s gonna be?”

TO BE CONTINUED

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[arhvste]

IWAIZUMI HAIJIME - I GOT YOU

summary: after a hard day of uni, your doting boyfriend is there to support you - fluff

requested by anon <3

warnings - none

Your head was pounding and your feet were aching. You knew university wasn’t going to be an easy experience but you hadn’t thought it would drain you to the point of almost collapsing after most days.

Your fingers weakly gripping onto your bag as you arrived at the door of your shared apartment. Unlocking the door with nimble fingers, you jangled the keys losing patience with yourself and the irritating door. Finally hearing the click of the door unlock, you kicked the door open and dropped your bag on the spot.

You didn’t bother taking off your shoes as you threw yourself onto the couch allowing your limbs to relax from the weight of everything. Sighing into the throw pillows, you allowed yourself a few moments of rest and didn’t even try to stop the drooping of your heavy eyelids as you drifted off into a well deserved slumber.

-

Groaning, you turned around as your hands rubbed the sleep out of your arms. Your limbs relaxed from the aching from earlier and your head clearing up from the painful headache.

Opening your eyes fully you noticed you were no longer flailed recklessly on the couch. You were now in an oversized t-shirt and baggy sweats with your hair neatly plaited to keep the hair out of your face.

‘Haijime.’

Your boyfriend had been nothing but perfect ever since you had started dating. He was a kind and genuine man, always putting others before himself and even though he may show his care for others in an aggressive way (his best friend ‘Shittykawa’ would often whine about this), he still showed a deep care and concern for those close to him.

You smiled softly to yourself thinking about your boyfriend who was studying sports science in order to become an athletics trainer in the future. You were incredibly proud of him and made sure to make sure he knew. He appreciated your unconditional support for him and promised that he would do everything he could possibly do to support you towards your own goals no matter how big or small and he kept that promise.

Rolling out of your shared bed, you dipped your feet onto the hard cold flooring and padded your way to the small kitchen area where the smell of food cooking was emitting from.

Your boyfriend stood there, stirring a vegetable stir fry on the stove. He was so in his element he had yet to notice you and you took advantage of this.

He tensed up out of surprise when he felt arms around his waist and your head relaxing into his broad back.

“Hey baby.”

His deep voice stirred small butterflies to set off in your stomach. He spun around placing the wooden utensil down to the side and let his hands fall to the sides of your hips. Bending down he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead as your own hands made their way down his defined abs through his t-shirt and back to the front of his waist hugging him tightly.

“Thank you for taking care of me.”

You whispered looking up at him as he smiled and pulled the hairband out of the plait he had skillfully braided and raking his fingers gently through your hair allowing the loose waves to fall to your shoulders.

“Of course my love, you couldn’t have been comfortable lying there. It's not good for your joints and muscles to fall asleep in uncomfortable positions. Hard day today?”

Relaxing into his touch as his fingers worked miracles in your hair immediately releasing all the tension in your head, you looked up at him and sighed.

“Yeah kind of. I guess I sometimes put too much pressure on myself but at the same time I feel like I’m constantly falling behind. I need to keep up but sometimes I feel like I just can’t”

Rambling to your handsome boyfriend, he patiently listened as he absorbed everything you were saying to him.

Tears pricked in the corners of your eyes as the frustration towards yourself had begun to build up again. Iwaizumi immediately noticed this and pulled you closer to his chest.

“Shhhhh, oh baby I’m here, I’m here. My pretty baby, shhh it’s okay let it out.”

You sobbed silently into his t-shirt dampening it but he didn’t care. He reached out behind him to the stove and turned the heat on the lowest option to stop the food from cooking so quickly so he could take his time with you.

“Come on love.”

He effortlessly lifted you up and your legs naturally wrapped around his strong torso as you rested your head on one of his broad shoulders. Iwaizumi carried you to your bedroom as he delicately set you down on the bed.

Looking down at you he felt upset seeing the state of distress you were in. Setting himself down next to you, he pulled you both into the sheets as you wrapped your arms around him as he brushed the hair out of your face.

“Oh babygirl I’m sorry, calm down you can talk to me about it. You know you’re always my first priority it makes me sad seeing you sad, let me help you.”

Gently wiping the tears from your face with his fingers, he kissed each side of your face as you calmed yourself down. You sighed and looked up at him as his eyes met yours. His holding nothing but pure love and concern for you, he offered a small smile as your own features relaxed.

“I’m sorry. Sometimes I just feel like I’m not getting anywhere, it’s nothing that can’t be helped though I’m sure. I just needed to let that out I think.”

You weakly smiled at him as he twirled your hair in his fingers and weaved them between the strands, relaxing you even more. He knew this calmed you down. He was observant especially when it came to you.

“Don’t ever apologize to me over anything like this Y/N. You know I’m here for you and will do anything to help you. I love you and hate seeing you upset. You can always, always come to me and I promise I’ll help you in any way.”

You knew he was genuine. Even though he would never say it out loud, Iwaizumi would gladly give you the moon and all the stars if you asked. There wasn’t anything he could think of that he wouldn’t do for you. You had done so much for him whether you realised it or not, he was grateful for you coming into his life and he made sure to make you feel appreciated in any way he could.

-

Back in high school, the ex ace would constantly be compared to his best friend, the star of the school Oikawa Tooru. Some would even say Iwaizumi was a second best compared to his friend but he didn’t let it get to him much. He had grown so used to it by the time they reached their third and final year of school. That’s where you came and took his world by storm without even trying.

You and him were partnered up together in your biology class. Having never really spoken before, the two of you started a solid friendship during your classes together and both eventually found yourselves looking forward to biology. You never once mentioned Oikawa which at first Iwaizumi was surprised by. Almost every girl in Aoba Johsai was fawning over his charming best friend so why weren’t you?

The months passed and feelings began to develop between the two of you. Iwaizumi no longer felt like a substitute for Oikawa but rather he felt like the protagonist in his own story. You had subconsciously brought out a brighter side to him, made him feel a bigger sense of individuality and it was once he realised this, he knew he had to confess to you.

2 years later and your relationship was still going from strength to strength. Oikawa immediately approving of the two of you and taking an instant liking to you after seeing the effect you had on Iwaizumi. You both compliment each other well and in all honesty, the boy couldn’t see himself marrying anyone other than you. Sure there was a lot of time to fill before marriage, but he planned to keep you by his side for as long as possible and he ideally wanted that to be for the rest of his life.

-

Staring back into his softened gaze, you brought yourself up and kissed your boyfriend wrapping your arms loosely around his shoulder.

You pulled away coyly and gave him a shy smile.

“I know. Thank you. I mean it Haijime. I love you, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

He chuckled softly as he stroked your flushed cheek.

“Of course baby. You know I’m always here for you all you have to do is let me be.”

Pulling you back in for a deep kiss, Iwaizumi’s fingers tangled themselves in your hair as your hands dropped down exploring his muscled chest.

Catching your breaths, you smiled at the boy so brightly and genuinely, his heart felt so full when he looked at you. You really had him wrapped around his finger and you didn’t even know it.

“Come on let's go eat and then we can watch whatever you want. Tomorrow I don’t have any classes so I’ll help you on areas you feel like you need catching up on.”

“You’re my hero Hajime.”

You whispered smiling as he laughed slightly. Lifting himself off the bed, he grabbed your hand to pull you to the edge where he picked you up bridal style and carried you back into the kitchen where the delicious smell of food was still stewing from.

“I love you Y/N and don’t you ever forget that.”

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you don’t get a win unless you’re playing the game: Daveed Diggs x Reader Chapter 6 Part 2

The familiar sound of Alexander Hamilton blares through your phone speakers waking you from your deep, restful sleep. You reach over to snooze it but are almost too excited to continue rehearsals to even close your eyes again. It’s 7:30am. Monday. It’s finally here. The day you would rehearse for your dream show in front of your dream cast. The sunlight peeks through your window, shining warm, bright light on your cheeks, filling your soul with positive energy for the day. You reach over to your nightstand to flip through your script to make sure you’re able to nail all of the alto harmonies in front of the whole cast today. 

You had your rehearsal outfit laid out from the night before. You weren’t one to be this organized or prepared... but for Hamilton?! You were instantly on top of your shit. You pulled on your favorite black Lululemon leggings, a camo sports bra (you’re ready for battle here!), and a cute cropped burgundy shirt from Urban Outfitters. You threw on a white Nike hoodie over top to keep you warm when you weren’t dancing. You giggled at the thought of potentially wearing your copy of Daveed’s signature Purple Oaklandish hoodie to rehearsal that you got as a gag gift from your parents on your last birthday. One day that would have to happen. Would be fangirling at its finest. Maybe you would eventually just burn it so no one saw.

Your subway ride to the Richard Rogers was not as chaotic as usual. The trains were on time and you felt like the universe was finally on your side. You stopped into the coffee shop across the street to grab a large black coffee and a classic bacon, egg, and cheese on an English muffin with avocado to get you going. You were there a little early so you could foam roll and stretch while listening to chill music. You always needed your “me” time to get into your groove before facing the day. You walked into your dressing room and were so happy to see Michelle already there, devouring her favorite Panera bagel, the cinnamon crunch. Mid-bite, she squeals at seeing you.

“Y/N!!! You have me on the edge of my freakin seat here. What in the HELL happened after brunch?”

You giggled and felt the heat come over your face. 

“Let me tell you Michelle... it was everything.”

“Was it good?!” Michelle immediately blurted out.

“...yeeeeeeeah...” You said through a smirk. 

“WAS HE BIG?!” Michelle yelled.

“SHHHHH” You said to shut her up while snickering.

You both laughed so hard you felt tears coming to your eyes. Thankfully there was no one else in the dressing rooms near you yet so you weren’t that worried. 

Until two seconds later when you heard a knock from wall next to you.

Michelle and you screamed and continued to die laughing. 

“Laaaaaadieeees!! What’s goin oooon?” Anthony bursts into your dressing room without warning. “What are ya laughin’ about?”

“Nothing, it’s nothing!” You said quickly back, continuing the laughter.

“Oh yeah?! Nothin at all to do with Diggs, right?” Anthony’s signature grin came across his face as his face turned red as he held back laughter. He nudged your arm a couple of times. “I heard the whole thing, Y/N, the walls are paper thin. But it’s chill! It’s chill!” He waved his hands signaling that he would keep a secret and would have your back. Then out of no where he whisper taunts “Diggs is after the bullet! Diggs is after the buuuulleeeeet!!!”

Thankfully Anthony’s actual dressing room was upstairs next to Diggs. Ant was only visiting the PT room to warm up.

“You’re the absolute worst!” You responded.

“Enjoy your breakfast ladies!” Anthony waved goodbye in the silliest way and headed back out. 

You and Michelle caught up over your breakfast sandwiches. You showed her the note you wrote on your phone about your hookup, trying not to miss out on any details when telling her. Your attentiveness to details and your photographic memory were so helpful when it came to choreography, but when it came to remembering events, it was both a blessing and a curse. Re-reading it, however, was having you break a sweat more than if you started warming up.

Michelle then filled you in on her evening with Cedric. You knew the two of them were bound to become a thing even though she was hesitant about it. And thankfully you wouldn’t have to worry about Cedric coming on to you in any way.

--

Time passed and both you and Michelle warmed up together, foam rolled, and got ready to go. You started to get butterflies thinking about dancing for Lin Manuel Miranda. He was having his alternate, Javier, stand in for rehearsals so he could watch from the theater. He was going to see your every move of Act 1. You were proud of yourself for how well you knew the show and felt perfectly comfortable with your castmates. 

“Alright good morning everyone!” You heard from the loud speaker that reached all rooms backstage. “You all can make your way to the stage for our first run through of Act 1! Make sure you grab your mic belts and mics from sound. Thank you! Everyone to stage, please, everyone to stage.”

“I can’t believe this is happening.” You said aloud. 

You made your way to the stage. Even though you already had seen the set and the majestic view of the theater seats in the Richard Rogers, it still gave you chills every time. The intricate detailing in the set design was something you could stare at for hours and continue to find something new.

You walked out of your comfort zone to stand next to Anthony who was giving Jasmine a shoulder massage. They were so sweet and truly the epitome of what love/healthy relationships should be and look like.

You looked around at everyone chatting to each other in awe. There was Oak making Michelle and Cedric laugh as if they’d been best friends for years, Renee and Philippa giggling and rubbing each others arms to stay warm, and Leslie pacing already in his craft, perfecting every last detail to ensure he still had that Tony winning performance in him.

Stephanie was seated a few rows back to get a good view of the full stage and balcony. Andy, the choreographer, wasn’t there this week since he was working on some other projects, but he would be coming to watch soon. You couldn’t wait to dance for Andy again, your dream choreographer. She sat next to Alex Lacamoire with the “god mic” which she would be shouting out notes and corrections from during the run.

“Check check...” Stephanie said in a low, radio-esque voice. “It’s me, God.”

The entire cast and crew erupted in laughter.

“Just jooooking it's Steph. WHAT’S UP WOLF PAAACKKK?!”

The OBC woo’d, shouted, and clapped. 

Then you heard a familiar raspy voice shout, just about an inside voice, “It’s too early SK.”

You looked over to see Daveed looking hella hot with his hair pulled up a-la Lafayette style with his glasses on, scratching the scruff of his freshly trimmed beard.

“It’s too early for shots out the grammy hangovers, Diggs.” Stephanie responded playfully. You hoped one day you’d get to take one out of the grammy.

Daveed looked tired, but so sexy as expected. He was dessed in a Black Oaklandish tank and red sweats, with a black hoodie tied around his waist. You instantly you got a sour feeling in your stomach. You imagined him partying out late with other women, hooking up with them after he threw back a few Belvedere shots with Rafa... wait. Your mind was making up situations that were not even real. Shit... I guess you were starting to like this idiot. You rolled your eyes at yourself and focused back on his bulging biceps to snap out of it.

Gotta pay attention, gotta pay attention. You thought.

“I can guess who he was out late with!!” Anthony softly whispered in your ear. Jasmine instantly hit him on the shoulder giving him a dirty, yet playful look. 

“Oh shut it, A.” You whispered back as you elbowed him in the side. 

Daveed looked over at you and Ant but had no idea what you both said. His eyes then met yours, sending a heartbeat to your core. He winked at you quickly and smirked. You winked back.

“I see you, Y/N...” Jazzy whispered. “You guys are acting like Ant and I did when we started this shindig.”

“It’s nothing, really.” You said while breaking eye contact, trying to sound chill.

“Y/N... don’t you dare lie to me!” She giggled. You were dumbfounded by her perfectly clear skin.

“Well, we’re just two super flirty people, it’s nothing, well, nothing more than that on his end I don’t think.”

“Girl just be patient. Enjoy it. He really isn’t openly flirty with many people. He sees what he likes and takes it. You’ll see. If anyone knows that, we do.” Jazzy mentioned while pointing at her and A. She then started softly warming up her vocal chords and gave you a pat on your shoulder. She was so sweet and the positive, chill energy she brought into the room was contagious.

“Lets take it from the top y'all!” Stephanie shouted on her mic.

You headed backstage to get ready for opening. You and Daveed started backstage Left together. You approached him and he gently placed his warm hand on your lower back as you passed him.

“Morning, (Y/Nickname). Merde, babygirl.” He said as you walked to your wing.

“Mornin, Lafayette.” You said as you snickered. “Loving the hair.”

He smiled and shook his little poofball on top of his head back at you as you both settled into your spots.

The piano keys pounded the same melody as you heard from your alarm waking up this morning. An unreal moment for you. After Leslie sung his solo, one by one the principals started rapping the words to Alexander Hamilton. It was hard not to mouth them under your breath. It went perfectly. Aaron Burr, Sir went through quickly since you weren’t on stage really. You didn’t get a single note during My Shot. The little moments you had together bantering with Daveed were cute and he “shoved you with love” as the chorus says during rehearsals if you know someone’s in the wrong spot. One after one, you all nailed your dances. You and Cedric nailed your partnering with only one slight mishap with the basket toss lifts in Helpless, since it was your first time using the rehearsal skirts. They were heavy as hell.

Then came time for Stay Alive. Your first moment as the Bullet in front of Lin. You counted and perfectly grabbed the bullet from M4′s rifle causing Stephanie to come on the mic and say “You better work, Y/N!” You smiled as you mimicked the bullet just surpassing Javier’s skull. You respected Javier so much because he took his work so seriously. That’s how you wanted to be known. The quick change into the British army coat was going to be difficult, but you know the dressers backstage were on top of it a and would make sure you’d get to stage on time once the show premiered.

The rest of the run through was a sheer blur of running back stage through the wings, mimicking where your quick changes would be, staring at awe at Daveed as he rapped 19 words in 3 seconds, even while completely hungover, and chugging water bottle after water bottle. This was tough stuff. Non stop was a cardio routine essentially, and pushing Chris as Washington on the moving stairs was way tougher that you thought. You didn’t want to hurt the set so you were extra gentle with it. The way Stephanie responded to the cast was so positive. You all were knockouts. She gave some notes to Michelle about her mother lift, which she corrected and perfected immediately. You were so thankful to be part of such a talented and intelligent cast who were quick on their feet and no nonsense.

“If that were in costume, that would’ve been a near perfect first run for your cast.” Stephanie said.

“EXCEPT I WASN’T IN IT.” Lin said as he snatched the mic. The cast giggled as they plopped onto the stage floor, panting from the run. “My new cinnamon rolls are perfect. PERFECT I tell you. I can feel all of your energy beaming from the stage. I can’t wait to perform with you all. This is truly an honor.”

Everyone clapped together. Just so happy to be performing after such a long time apart. You’ve never felt more proud.

“Now OBC’s... make sure we don’t let our comfortability tinge our performance okay? Remember when the material was fresh and fun? We need to make it fresh and fun for our audiences. Jazz watch the eye contact with Ant, you’re gonna ruin it for the LAM fans if John Laurens looks like he's straight.” Everyone laughed. “Also Daveed, quit milking your side moments with Y/N.” 

“I noticed that too...” Steph chimed in in a tone which sounded like she had discovered a secret.

You began to feel embarrassed and covered your face with your hands.

“I was shoving with love!” Daveed shouted, trying to make the situation less awkward. He didn’t look back at you, no recognition, no nothing. Your stomach started to churn with nerves again. Could he not admit he was flirting with you? I guess it was a professional setting, but still sort of upsetting. 

“Alright let’s take a twenty minute break. New ensemble, we’ll go a little more in depth with minuscule notes and changes. Wolfpack, take a half hour before music brushup with Alex.” Steph turned off the mic and people dispersed into their dressing rooms, the green rooms, or into the audience to grab snacks/ foam roll.

Your Burgundy top was slightly sweat drenched from the hard work you put in. You got back up to your dressing room with Michelle and saw your phone light up with a text.

Diggs: You looked hella good out there, Y/N. Couldn’t take my eyes off of you

Y/N: Thanks, Diggs. You weren’t too shabby yourself ;)”

Diggs: Like I said before, even though I’m not technically the bullet, I still got ammo... and you have a twenty...

Your eyes widened. A quickie? Right now of all times? You couldn't. Not with the professionals in the room.

Diggs: My dressing room in 5?

Well I’ll be damned, Lafayette’s on my side... you sung in your mind.

Y/N: Here? You sure it’ll be okay?

Diggs: I don’t share a room. Only if you’re comfortable, babygirl

You felt a pulse go to your opening when he said that. Also him calling you babygirl drew you over the edge. You also didn’t realize how much of a turn on it would be to potentially hookup in the very place the most respected people who’ve ever worked on Hamilton would be simultaneously working, unfazed at what would soon happen behind Daveed’s dressing room walls.

Y/N: I’m in

You checked yourself out in the mirror without saying a word to Michelle, made sure your flyaways were sprayed back, put some more deodorant on and gave yourself a splash of your fave perfume.

“And where the hell are you in a hurry to go to, missy?” Michelle said as you began to briskly exit out of the dressing room.

“Can’t talk, will update you later. Love ya.” You winked in her direction. Her eyes widened and she started laughing to herself as you closed the door behind you while ferociously typing a new text to get Diggs excited.

Y/N: Your shirt better be off by the time I get to your dressing room. 

Diggs: Way ahead of you

Diggs: Can’t wait to hear you struggle not to moan

God damn, Diggs.

Y/N: Oh yeah? How cocky of you to assume you’d make me moan ;)

Diggs: You know I will

Diggs: And I know just how I can muffle them ;)

Fuck.

Your brisk walk turned into a light jog as you became desperate. You climbed the last set of stairs to his dressing room and stood outside of the door that was slightly cracked ajar. Here you were again, with one inch of barrier between you two. You couldn’t wait any longer.

You lightly knocked on the door and waited.

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pull me in — 1

a/n: i wanted to insist on grease!shawn and if you like it, i’ll publish the other parts. not sure it’s gonna be longer than 5 chapters, but hands up: badboy!shawn ahead.  warnings: cursing, mentions of hook ups.  words: 3,7k

She doesn’t know how many hours she spent awake instead of going immediately to bed after a long day. That was typical of her to avoid resting in order to sit down in front of her mirror and brush her hair, strand by strand, to let the thick light-brown locks be correctly fixed even though no one’s going to see her in her sleep. Also, she always had this compulsive manner of rolling her bangs into that big & pink hair curler her grandmother gave to her a few years ago for her birthday — because OH-MY-GOD a lady should always be prepared to every situation, no matter the time; you HAVE to look good. Who knows if the love of your life isn’t coming for you at anytime? It’s hard to deny that her grandma does have a point and, to be honest, there’s nothing else in the world that she loves more than spending time alone to take care of herself. People at school call her preppy and it would be a lie if she said she doesn’t agree [or isn’t kinda proud of].

At the moment she feels her eyes heaving and her body giving into the softness of the blankets and mattress, the glass of her window pulls her out of her serenity with a loud bang. She huffs and turns around, thinking it’s just the rain getting thicker and shooting ice stones all over the neighbourhood.

Another loud bang.

Snapping her eyes open, she breathes deeply to keep her patience centered. Since she was a little kid, patience was never her strong characteristic and everyone who knows her barely well can confirm this. There was never a possible second option, there was never a plan B — if she wants something, she’s gonna get it and good luck to the one who dares stepping into her way, because it’s certain that it’ll be the beginning of World War III.

Just when she thinks about grabbing another pillow to cover her ear, comes one more crash with more rocks at the same time.

The sound of the thin rain outside can’t ease her nerves like it always does; the cozy bedroom and the warm temperature of her covers can’t stop her from growling furiously like an angry little puppy while she sits down on her bed to remove the hair curler and toss it away, her grandmother’s voice annoying the inside of her mind with those classic words “You never show up to a guy without at least a decent hair” and God she never knew she’d hate the sweet but shaky tone of that voice so much. Getting up on her feet after pulling away the white fluffy covers, she grabs her curtains with all the rage she’s feeling to drag it across the window. Her face is scrunched in all possible ways, the cheeks turning into a dark shade of pink while the short hairs of her bangs are trying to come down back to her forehead. Holding onto the wooden base of her window, she moves it up and finds the reason to all the crashes against the glass. “What the fuck you think you doing?” She tries to scream and be low at the same time, spitting her words through gritted teeth at Shawn down in the middle of the street, holding two rocks in each one of his hands as the raindrops slips along his leather jacket. "Open up, Lyssa,” He yells back, dropping the stones to bring his palms to the sides of his mouth like she can’t listen to him being loud enough already to wake up her family. “You know you want to!” “First of all, asshole,” Inching her body closer to the lower edge of her window, she sets her head a little bit to the outside so she won’t need to yell. “From now on, for you only, it’s Alyssa Stempford,” Shawn rolls his eyes so intensely that Alyssa can get the sight of them going to the back of his head from where she’s standing on the second roof of her house. He crosses his arms, holding back that stupid smirk she doesn’t know if she loves or hates so much. “You done?” Shawn asks sarcastically, earning a roll of eyes from her too. “Second of all,” She prompts right after, tugging a strand of her hair behind her ear. “If it depends on me, you’ll putrefy outside while the rain makes the job of melting your body little by little.” Her frantic words are making her head tilt quickly as she speaks, those charming bangs that Shawn loves so much shaking lightly as she pulls back to pin her window down again. “Alyssa—“ “Good. Night.” The window slams shut after she pronounces her words in a paused rhythm, leaving the curly-haired boy still left in the wet asphalt with his white tank top getting soaked and he’s sure he’s gonna get a cold but whatever, something about Alyssa makes him crave her even in her angriest form — it’s sure a challenge for him and the tougher it is, the more he wants.

She’s back in bed, giving no fucks about curling her bangs again while the two heavy blankets cover her body again. Would she start crying? Never in Shawn’s wildest dreams. No ma’am. He can go on and call her heartless like he did once or twice, she’ll proudly wear it out and even wait for a trophy if you may, with golden-bright letters across it saying “Alyssa Stempford, the coldest bitch in Canada. Pickering, 1958.”

She has no time to facepalm and rub her face to vanish the stress away, the knocks are back along with his smooth voice she never admitted she loves hearing.

“Lyssa!” The sound of his tone is muffled by the closed window, as the rocks keep on hitting the glass repeatedly and he starts to reach notes like he’s performing a romantic serenade for everyone to listen how fucked he is for Alyssa. “Oh, Lyssa, don’t you go breaking my poor little heart…” Seriously? She growls again, leaving her bed one more time to open her wardrobe feverishly in search of any extra pillows to cover her ear because the truth is that she doesn’t wanna fall for him and his stupid ways to compel her. She’s tired of letting him think he’s in control when he’s actually just being the fuckboy everyone told her he is. There is a sudden silence that drags her to the moments when she first saw him jumping off his huge motorcycle, catching everyone’s eyes as he released those smooth curls from the helmet and got up, fixing his outfit and running a hand through the messy locks. She’s sure her jaw was threatening to fall down like it did when he started chatting with the people surrounding him, acting like a fairytale prince towards all the girls and making the boys jealous of his intimidating posture. Alyssa was fresh new in Canada, coming from one of the various countries she’d lived in due to her father’s job but finally landing somewhere she wouldn’t struggle so much with the language or ambient. And it would be so much easier with that broad boy, handsome as ever, sun cascading over his defined features and reddening his cheeks—

“Oooooh, Lyssa! You’re tearing me apart, baby, yeah…”

She’s so nervous that she wants to laugh desperately. Her fingers are curling to the inside of her hand, red nails punishing the skin like they’re about to rip it open and she stands on her feet for the millionth time that day — dramatic addition just like classic Alyssa does — and she doesn’t care to close the wardrobe door, going straight to the front of her window to open it, hopefully, for the last time that night.

“Shut the fuck up?!”

He grins quietly, staring up at the most beautiful girl in his humble opinion.

“I just wanna be with you, ooh with you,”

“I swear to Lucifer!”

“Stop screaming, darlin’, and kiss me instead…”

“I’ll fuck the shit out of you.”

“I’ll let you do anything, babygirl…” He clears his throat, smirking devilishly and thinking about the best rhyme he can do to get her weakening. “If you let me splay you… All over my bed—“

“Shhhhh!” Alyssa hisses urgently. If her father ever listens to this, it’s a fact that both Shawn and her are going to drop dead the next morning.  “What do you want after all?” His boyish smile seems to grow more and more, remembering about those days where they were making out so passionately in his bedroom. And in the back of the school’s building. And inside the diner’s restroom. And Brian’s house at the living room. Oh, and inside his dad’s car. There was also that time after French class after everyone was gone and the teacher left to look for the keys to the classroom’s door. The couch of his basement. The library. The parking lot after Elvis Presley’s concert. The backyard under the sunlight; the field next to the lake when they went out for a picnic; the movies; the garage of her house in the middle of the night; the locker room of the hockey team—.

“You didn’t give me a chance to talk to you today,” He says, theatrically pouting and feeling his poor little heart ache. There’s not a single second away from her that doesn’t punch him in the chest. “Mm? What do you say?” “You really think I’m talking to you after what I saw on tuesday?” “I was looking forward to this,” What a cocky piece of shit. “See? You read my mind, Lyssa,” Shawn bites on his lip to hold back a laugh and spread his hand open in front of him, like he’s coming out defeated by a bigger force. “Sorry, Alyssa Stempford.”

He’s ridiculous. That’s what she thinks. How can a boy be so beautifully annoying?

“Where do you think you’re going?” Alyssa interrupts his steps towards the front door, his frame nearly disappearing under her roof. “Gonna see if you finally remembered about using your keys this time.” Shawn managed to break into her house silently sometimes, unable to stay away from her cuddles and being surprisingly successful on not getting caught by her parents, tiptoeing upstairs in a way Alyssa would never understand — considering that he loves being pretty loud when he’s next to her, just to catch her attention and make her laugh so his chest and stomach would get all of those butterflies filling him up with love. “Uh-uh,” She clicks her tongue in denial after humming. “You stay right there, you’re not coming inside.” “But Lyssa, it’s raining in here!” Shawn whines, making puppy eyes to melt her heart as the water straightens his curls, hair clinging to his forehead and face getting all wet while the rain intensifies. “Go home then,” She says as if it’s simple for him. “There’s nothing stopping you.” “But you’re my home—“ “Oh, no! Ew!” He bursts into laughs, not surprised to have this reaction from her because she does that everytime he gets way too passionate for her taste. He can’t say he doesn’t love this, because it always leads him to the perfect opportunities to tease her until she gives into his kiss and stops being such a cold-hearted girl. His cold-hearted girl. Or at least it’s what he dreams of. “Let me in or I’ll start singing again.” “Why don’t you sing to your motorcycle? Oh, better: Why don’t you give your ex-girlfriend a ride to school while you make up those silly lyrics like you did two days ago?” He can tell she’s furious by the way she avoids looking at him, sticking a finger after the other to elect the phases of that horrible episode she had to see on tuesday. “I—“ Shawn exhales, puffing the air off his lungs to his cheeks and then out of them. He’s having a hard time staring at her, the waterdrops insisting on get into his eyes as he squints his eyelids to cover his irises partly. “I can explain that!” “Good!” She widens her eyebrows, faking an excitement. “Save your words to put them into a song. The paper is sure way more interested than I am.”

And just like that, stubborn as always, she storms away to the corridor and leaves Shawn talking to the sky above his damp body.

They’re both working quickly.

She’s fast to go downstairs and find the keys to set inside the lock, twisting the cold metal until she hears the soft click while the tree next to her window is dancing from side to side slightly, Shawn’s silhouette swinging with it as he does his best climbing all the way up to jolt his middle forwards and reach the window that she’d left open with the arm that’s not holding the wood for dear life. And of course it’s not his first time doing this. If there’s something Shawn can add to his resume is the gift of being a very talented and skilled tree-climber. God knows how many times he ran away from his own house and some other houses using trees and tricks he’d been learning for good years.

On top of the tree and holding onto the wooden piece that draws the base of her window, he brings his other arm and, when he finds the perfect balance, he releases his legs from the tree to push the material down — body rising as a consequence — until he’s able to set his leg inside her bedroom and feel the floor underneath his foot, promptly bringing the rest of his limbs with him.

He’s preparing to jump out of this window as quick as he got inside through it, because he’s soaking the carpet of her bedroom but just to make sure she won’t throw him, he closes it once more and fixes his hair, hand eventually coming down to wipe the droplets from his rosy face. Hearing soft footsteps trailing the way from the beginning of the corridor to Alyssa’s room, Shawn closes the curtains and freezes in place, not sure where to hide but hoping that the darkness wouldn’t let someone recognize his figure. As if.

But he immediately identifies the pattern of her breathing.

Yes.

The fuckin’ pattern of her breathing.

He had her sighs memorized from the many times he kissed her wonderful lips until she went breathless and from the moments watched her sleep in peace curled against his body at the times he broke into her house by the window or when she lied to her parents that she’d spend the night with her best friends to be on Shawn’s bed, rolling across it with his body hovering over hers and vice-versa until the sunrise.

She’s careful to close her door discreetly, the silk-blue nightdress swinging lightly when she spins in place to face the doorknob she’s holding, pushing it slowly until it’s closed. Too concentrated, she hadn’t noticed a taller frame coming behind her back with arms open and ready to embrace her.

“Lyssa, listen,” He whispers.

And there’s the perfect recipe for disaster.

“LORD JESUS C—“ She turns around, trembling.

“No, no, no,” Shawn instantly covers her mouth, holding her waist with his other arm still whispering as lowly as possible. “Shhh, it’s me, baby, it’s just me.”

Her eyes are wide open, mouth still parted against his palm and it’s almost like he can hear her heartbeat increasing insanely. Yeah, good luck for him to get out of this alive.

“Gotta keep quiet, love—“

“Don’t call me love!” She murmurs after pushing his arm away, hating him even more for smiling and graze her with both arms like she’s not even 1% mad at him. “Get out!”

“Not before you listen to me.”

“You’re ruining my carpet, you dumbass—“

“I’ll lick it clean if you close that pretty little mouth and let me explain why I took Bea to school that day.”

“Bea?”

“Beatrice Fitzpatrick, Alyssa Stempford. Better?”

“It’s the bare minimum.”

“C’mere,” He travels his big hands to cup her pretty face, watching her frowned eyebrows and the honey bangs being moved by his breath coming out of his nose, fanning the little locks. “I want a kiss first, eh?” He licks his lips before pressing them against hers and fuck it’s so delicious to have his mouth, all wet and smooth pecking hers slowly and repetitively. They’re both humming, this simple action sending a wave of desire to both their most sensible parts already and it would be even better if Alyssa hadn’t stopped when she felt his tongue poking out to slip past her lips. “Babe, stop! You’re being unreasonable.”

“I’m being what?”

“You know that there’s no reason to be jealous of her! We broke up ages ago,” They’re both sounding squeaky through their breaths, trying not to disturb anyone else. “Come on, Aly.”

“Okay,” She mumbles, walking to sit at the end of her bed and she’s a sight for him right now. Silky legs crossed, her arms stretched at her sides and giving him a slight view of the swell of her breasts and her tempting face tilts to the side, lightening a fire under his dirtiest thoughts. “You have 5 minutes.”

“Ha! Very funny—“

“Four and fifty-nine…”

“Really, Alyssa?” He puts his hands on his waist.

“Four and fifty-eight…” She lifts an eyebrow, internally warning ‘you better start before I change my mind’ towards his confused expression. She’s unbelievable; she’s impossible.

“Stop!” Shawn whines again, laughing and crushed. Alyssa’s stubbornness is tough to deal with and after months, he still doesn’t know how to act with it. After all, she always gets him on his knees for her, his heart says he’s gotta have her. “You’re being such a brat, Ly.”

“Four and…” Each of her fingers is coming forward to touch her thumb, her mind pretending to be working on simple math. “Fifty-six?! Time’s running, Peter Raul.”

“Alright, look,” And so he knees in front of her, facing her sweet legs and moving his wet curls away from his hazel eyes. “Mrs. Fitzpatrick called me, ‘kay? Saying that her car ran out of gas and she couldn’t reach her husband at that moment to bring someone to fix that. The car wouldn’t move, you know, Lys?”

Alyssa’s face is softening, although she’s still serious and not blinking, too distracted by his loving raspy-low tone and the little scar on his rosy cheek. She keeps quiet, waiting for him to go somewhere coherent with this.

“I can’t help it, the moms love me,” Shawn shrugs, grinning like an idiot. “Anyways, she asked me to pick Bea—, Beatrice up and give her a ride otherwise she would be late for class, which she can’t be because she’s been missing lots of classes.”

“Oh, how do you know that?”

“Mrs.Fitzpatricktoldme.” Hurrying his words to make it clear he isn’t making shit up, he says as his fingers come up to touch her shins and his mouth goes forward to place a sweet kiss on her knee. “You know me! I’m such a family boy, I wouldn’t say no to a favor.”

“Mm,” She resists, ignoring the knot on her lower stomach showing up as he drags his red lips up to the beginning of her thigh. “That’s all?”

“All, Lyssa,” He shuts his eyes close, feeling the warm flesh under his mouth as he plants open mouthed smooches on her leg. “Promise ya nothing else happened, that’s just it. Don’t be mad at me, babe.”

“Great,” Alyssa says, regretting treating him so bad but still not ready to say she’s sorry. “Now pull away, you’re soaking me.”

“That’s the intention, dumbass,” He inches closer, making a trail of wet pecks up her thigh as the skin shows goosebumps and chills take over her neck. “Let me stay the night?”

“Shawn—“

“Come on! I’m being good, I told you everything.”

“It’s too risky, we—“

“I’ll be quiet! No one’s going to know I’m here.”

“Who’s being stubborn now?”

“At least I’m being rational.”

“Do you wanna stay or?”

“I do! Please, please, please, please…”

He grabs handfuls of her legs and goes over her, kissing her exposed chest all the way to her neck — sucking softly at the sensitive sides — and stops at her mouth, brushing their noses and lips together while whispering his please over and over again. She lets her middle drop down on her mattress, looking up at the ceiling while she considers all the pros and cons of letting him stay. What if her dad sees them? What if he can’t sneak out by the morning? What if her brother invades her room like he does sometimes without further warnings? What if Karen finds out he wasn’t at Brian’s and comes to reveal her parents all the things about their relationship?

“Lyssa?”

Her mind is still somewhere else, thinking about a safe way to let this happen.

“Lys?”

She could make him hide inside her wardrobe on that big space she used to keep her blankets before moving them to the basement.

“Lyssie?”

Or she could lock her door and just tell her parents she’s having one of those terrible period cramps she gets sometimes.

“Alyyyyssaaaa…”

Better! When everyone’s ready to go to the Montgomery’s annual party, she can say that she’s too busy with Biology homework.

���Ly. Ly, Ly, Ly, Ly, Lyssa, Lyly, Aly, Aly-ly-ly,”

“What?” She nearly yells.

“Watcha thinkin’? He asks in a childish tone, chin placed perfectly between her round breasts covered with light freckles from last summer days. His fingers are drawing twisted lines along her sides, threatening to come up and cup her nipples pearling through the thin fabric. Shawn never gets tired of glancing at every detail on her body, smiling like the fucked boy he is for her only.

“Promise you’re gonna be quiet?”

“A hundred percent.”

“Not gonna break into the kitchen in the middle of the night?”

“No, ma’am.”

“Won’t snore?”

“I don’t snore!” Shawn comes out high-pitched, totally offended. How would a handsome guy like Shawn snore? No way.

“That’s the spirit!” Alyssa says ironically, raising her middle a little and Shawn doesn’t inch a millimeter, face still glued to her chest. She tugs at his wet locks, bringing him closer. “Gonna take those clothes off for me?”

“Would rather having you undressing me, pretty girl.” He whispers against her lips, biting at the lower one and pulling it to himself before letting the swollen flesh spring back to its place.

“Whatever keeps you away from wetting my entire bed.”

[firewalkwithmedaddy]

Teach me, Daddy

Come to bed a while after you’ve read to me and tucked me in, when I should be sound asleep. Listen to me giggling and whimpering while I’m sucking on my paci and holding on to my favorite stuffie, while my little fingers play with and explore my tight, warm, wet little pussy under the blankets. Watch from the doorway as I start to wiggle and writhe under the blankets, while your cock starts to stiffen under your pants, and then feel it become instantaneously rock hard when I pull my paci out and moan out “Oh yes, Daddy I like sitting on your lap”

Walk quietly to the bed while I don’t see you and watch me continue to play, with my eyes closed, as you slowly and very carefully begin to lift the blankets off of me. When you lean over and coo “Awwww, did Daddy’s little princess find a new toy?” and my eyes fly open and I freeze as my mouth falls open in surprise, pop my paci back in and shhhhh me and tell me “no no, baby, it’s ok. don’t stop, Daddy just wants to see you, pretty girl” stand over me and watch as I blush and try to hide my face and squirm my legs closed, but keep playing with my pussy. “Don’t be shy babygirl. Let Daddy see what you found” as you gently lift my hips and pull my panties down to my knees.

“Oh, Kitten. Your sweet little pussy is so pretty.” And then watch as I slowly and shyly spread my knees further apart for you, and seeing the way you look at me, both adoring and hungry, I begin to blush and smile and spread wide so you can see my rubbing slightly clumsily at my clit. “That’s my good girl.” You pull my Tshirt up over my breasts and step back to look. “Look at you, princess! So perfect and precious. So very pretty. Does it feel good to be pretty for Daddy?” I nod my head as my face flushes red and you see my wet little hole dripping “Does my little princess feel good when she rubs her little pussy?” You pop my paci gently out of my mouth so I can nod and say “yes, Daddy”

As you sit down on the bed between my legs, you slide your hand up my thigh, soft and sweet, until your big hand is on top of mine. And I gasp “Good good. Daddy loves it when you show him how pretty you are. Now, this is a very important thing you’re learning, baby. And I want you to learn properly, so Daddy is going to teach you. Do you want Daddy to teach you how good you can feel, my sweet little peach?” “Yes, Daddy, please teach me” and I gasp again as your hand begins to move mine, pulling my fingers gently into position, pushing them between my lips instead of just on top as you apply light pressure and rub my fingers slowly in circles around and on my clit. “Do you feel that, baby? Do you feel how good it feels and how it makes all your insides tingle and your sweet little cunt all wet? That’s your magic button, baby. Do you feel it getting bigger when Daddy touches you and when you touch it?” “Oh yes, Daddy, it feels so good Daddy.” “

“good, baby. You keep playing with your little magic button just like Daddy just taught you and Daddy is going to teach you another new trick.” I can feel your fingers sliding down past mine, slipping along my lips, my pussy spilling my wetness as out as you part them with your fingers. My eyes go wide and I whimper and gasp as you slip the first finger inside me. “Oh goodness, lovebug. Do you feel how tight your little treasure is holding onto Daddy’s finger? How hungry it is?” “Daddy!” “Shh shh shh, it’s ok baby. Don’t be embarrassed. Let Daddy make you feel good. Now, do you want to share with Daddy what you were thinking about when you were playing before I found you, kitten?” I blush hard and my pussy squeezes down on your finger as I shake my head no.

“Let’s play a game then. You just suck on your paci and let Daddy keep making you feel good, and I’ll guess and if I’m wrong you shake your head no, and if if I guess right you be a good girl and nod yes for me. Does that sound like fun, baby?” I put my paci back in and nod yes as you begin sliding your finger in and out of me, slow and soft. All the way in and all the way out. “Were you thinking about boys?” I shake my head no. “Were you thinking about...ice cream?” I giggle and shake my head no and you slip another finger inside me as my eyes get big and I whimper and moan. Pulling my knees back slightly opening myself deeper for your fingers. I see a sly smile spread across your face as you slowly work both fingers inside me. You lean in a little closer and hold me eyes in place with yours. “Were you maybe thinking about how good it feels to sit Daddy’s lap, baby?” You feel my entire body clamp so tight on your fingers it feels like they’re never going to come out as my face blushes bright red and I slowly nod yes. “Does rubbing your little magic button make you feel what you feel when you sit in Daddy’s lap, precious? Oh, sweet sweet girl. Daddy loves you so much.” You can feel my body desperately trying to pull your fingers deeper as your hand floods with my wetness and I begin to tense and quiver as my paci falls out.

“Daaaaddddyy, it feels too good, what’s happening to me Daddy?” “Oh kitten, I know. Don’t be scared baby, just let that big feeling in your tummy get bigger and bigger. Daddy is going to teach you how to cum and it’s so big but it’s going to feel so so good. Hold Daddy’s hand and just let it happen, baby.” Your fingers work faster and deeper but still so gentle as I grip your other huge hand with my little fingers and my body begins to quake. “Are you ready, princess? Don’t be embarrassed, you look so beautiful with Daddy’s fingers inside you. Such a good good girl. Hold on tight, Little One, Daddy’s got you, don’t be scared, just let it happen. Cum for Daddy, baby, cum for Daddy”

My body convulses as I whimper and moan and grip your hand tight and my hips lift to meet your fingers with every stroke as the orgasm rocks through my body. “That’s it baby, yes, yes, yes, cum for Daddy like a good girl.” “Oh Daddy, Daddy. DADDY. I’m cumming for you Daddy.” “I know baby, Daddy knows. I’m so proud of you.” “Thank you, Daddy, thank you, Daddy”.

You pull your fingers slowly out of me and cradle my face in your hands. “That’s my good good girl. You did so good. So good. You look so beautiful when you cum for me. Do you want to see how pretty Daddy thinks you are, my pretty precious baby?” “Please, Daddy?” You stand up and unbuckle your belt and open your pants and pull out your huge, rock hard cock. You grip your cock with one hand, and hold my face my the chin with the other. “Do you see what you do to Daddy, sugar? How pretty Daddy thinks you are? Do you see how big and hard your pretty face and your delicious, soft, little body, with all of it’s sexy curves make Daddy’s cock? Can you see how much Daddy wants you and loves you, babygirl? Would you like me to teach you how to make Daddy feel good, little girl?” I nod frantically. You lay down in the bed facing me and motion to have me scoot down.

“Don’t be shy baby, you can look. Daddy wants you to see. Look baby. Look what you do to Daddy. Do you like seeing it get big and hard for you, princess? Does it make you feel pretty to see Daddy’s cock throbbing and dripping from watching his beautiful little girl cum? To know how special you are to me?” I nod as I watch, mouth hanging open as you slowly stroke your cock and the precum beads up at the tip. Your other hand lands gently on the back of my head and you guide me, so gently, closer and closer. “Come close, baby. Daddy is going to teach how to make Daddy feel good with very special kissses. Just leave your pretty mouth open, baby, all you have to do is that and Daddy will teach you” As your cock slides into my mouth, slowly, centemeters at a time, we both whimper and moan in relief and pleasure and I can feel you shuddering at the intensity.

“That’s it baby, oh Daddy loves your pretty little mouth baby. Do you feel it getting bigger for you, princess? Such a good good girl. So precious. So precious. Yes, baby suck just like that, just like that. Suck on Daddy like your favorite paci. Tell Daddy thank you. Show Daddy how much you love him. My special little girl. Mine. Mine mine mine. Daddy can’t help it baby, you’re so so pretty, so special, Daddy has to have you. To show you. To teach you. Let Daddy fuck your perfect little face, kitten. Oh you make Daddy feel so so good baby.”

As you hold my head gently and pump your hips back and forth, still soft and long strokes but with increasing intensity, and urgency as I suck and hum and make happy sounds. I can feel your balls tighten up to under my chin “my sweet girl. So precious. So so special. Are you ready for Daddy show you how pretty and special you are? Daddy has something for your baby. A treat for being so so good for Daddy.” And as I nod I feel the tightening of all your muscles from your legs all the way up to the back of your head, as your hands squeezes my head and I feel the shudder start and I hear you scream/moan as your cock grows and shudders twitches in my mouth and throat and you can feel me take you deeper still and cry out little happy cries as I my mouth and throat fill with shot after shot after shot, of your hot, sticky cum in a seemingly neverending load. Swallowing and gulping and swallowing as your balls twitch and surge and fill and empty into my mouth again and again while you tell me “oh baby yes yes yes yes that’s my good good girl. My special baby. Drink it all up baby. Drink up all of Daddy’s cum. My pretty precious princess. My sweet little girl. Daddy loves you so so much.”

Then pull me up into your chest and kiss me and hold me tight and put my paci in my mouth and gently shhh shhh shhh me while you tell me over and over how much you love me and how precious I am to you and how you’re going to take care of me and teach me how good it feels to be Daddy’s Little One forever and ever.

[fathertaurus]

Mr. Dobrik 💰

Was feeing the love tonight so figured I’d send something in, ignore if it’s bad; it’s Christmas and I’m drunkish lol😂 🍃 anon, Thankyou so much for being nice about my fic! Yours is my favourite, too! That car one oh my ahdhgnyngkdlcj. Anyways, Short AU where David is a businessman, with a very well-respected image. When you woke up that morning, the first thing you did was check your news alerts for David. You hated to admit that you had them set on your phone, but you did. The first few were just the usual. “David Dobrik, founder of ITC HQ, the youngest entrepeneur in the United States.” “ITC HQ’s David Dobrik climbing the Forbes top 100” “David Dobrik’s naïve youth risks sacrificing major deal with Samsung.” The last one intrigued you, so you clicked the link to find images of David last night in one of the biggest clubs in the city. The picture of him exiting showed 2 women on his arm. All long legs and bleached blonde hair. A spokesperson for Samsung had also been contacted for the article, and had said they were unsure that David was ‘suitable’ for their image. You climbed out of bed and headed to the kitchen, expecting to see David there, but he wasn’t. You pouted, wanting to give him a piece of your mind for 1. possibly messing up his deal and 2. what the fuck was he doing with those girls? You saw he had left a note for you on the counter.   ‘Something came up at the office. See you tonight. Love you. -D.’ You smiled, but then shook your head. No, he deserved a piece of your mind for whatever was going on last night. You were asleep when he got home but he told you he was meeting with a client for dinner. You got yourself dressed and started the drive to his office, deciding if you couldn’t teach him a lesson at home, you’d teach him a lesson at work. His secretary, Denise, buzzed you through and he barely raised his head from his computer when you entered his office. “Y/N, what are you doing here? I can’t talk right now, baby, I’ve got some major work to do for this Samsung deal.” “Oh” you smirked “cleaning up the mess you made last night?”   He looked at you now, his face flushed. You could see his throat bob as he gulped. “How did you-” he started, but you didn’t let him finish. “Doesn’t matter” you walked closer to him, spinning his desk chair to the side and straddling his lap.   “Babe, what are you doing? I really need to finish this” he glanced at his computer again. “But, Davey” you sighed. “You’re never gonna convince them to accept the deal if all you do is stress about it. Let me help you relax.” You ran your fingers through his hair as you spoke, tugging on the ends just a little. He sighed; it never took you long to convince him. “Yeah” his mouth was dry “guess I could use a break.” You reached down to pull your shirt over your head and you were grinding on him now, painfully slowly as you pressed kissed along his jaw.   “Fuck” he whispered when you started to nibble on his earlobes. “I need you so bad right now, baby.” “Good” you loosened his tie. Something about it made him look so much hotter. “Shit” he breathed when you grinded on to him particularly hard. You could feel him beneath you now, he wanted you so bad and it made you smirk.   David slipped his hands into your underwear and moaned almost immediately. “Baby, you’re so wet for me. Can I taste you?” he whispered, attacking your neck with kisses and all you could do was nod. He got to his feet, lifting you up and placing you onto his chair. He tugged your jeans and underwear down together and was inbetween your legs before you could even register what was happening. “Fuck, David” you cried out; his tongue licked a warm stripe from your entrance to your clit and started to swirl around it.   “Mmmm, you taste so good, princess.” his words were muffled as you moaned at the vibration. “God, David. You’re so good at this.” you panted, face and chest red from the heat. You could feel the ball start to form in the pit of your stomach. David has been so busy lately he’s barely had time to touch you in days. You knew you wouldn’t last much longer.   He slipped two of his long fingers into you with ease, immediately finding your g-spot and brushing over it at a perfect rhythm. You cried out his name, tangling your fingers in his hair, nails digging into his scalp.   “Shhhhh” he whispered, and then he did the exact opposite of trying to keep you quiet, putting his lips around your swollen clit and sucking hard.   “Shit, ah- fuck- David, I’m gonna cum” you whisper yelled, pulling on his hair even tighter. You could feel the smirk on his lips but he didn’t say anything, not wanting to stop. He sucked harder on your clit, adding another finger beside the first two and the stretch was so perfect that when he brushed your g-spot again, you were flying over the edge, his name a whimper on your lips. He looked up at you after you had come down, a sly grin on his face, his lips and cheeks wet from your arousal. He wiped his face on the back of his hand and got to his feet, kissing you so you could taste yourself on his lips. You let out a small moan into his mouth. “Your turn” you whispered and stood up so he could sit. You were back in your original position, grinding your hips against his, and he could feel your arousal dripping onto his pants. “Please, touch me, y/n fuck” he whined. “I’m so hard babygirl, it hurts.” You undid his belt, reaching your hand into his pants and wrapping your fingers around him. He hissed at the touch, and you could feel the precum dripping down his shaft. “Fuck, baby. M’so close, not gonna last long.”   “Well you’re gonna have to” you whispered into his ear, a smirk on your face. His brow furrowed in confusion and he whimpered as your hand stopped moving. “Fuck, don’t stop. What, no” he whined, not able to think straight. “You need to learn your lesson” you climbed off of his lap, dressing yourself slowly. “Serves you right for hanging around those two leggy blondes last night” you added as you pulled your shirt back over your head.   “God, no y/n that was nothing! Don’t do this, please, I need you.”   Just as you were about to give in, you heard Denise’s voice over the buzzer.   “Mr. Dobrik, Ian from Samsung is on the other line.” she said, and like magic, the phone started to ring.   You glanced at David: eyes looking at you desperately, tie loose, lips red and swollen, hair a mess.   You mouthed ‘good luck with the call’ and exited the office without another word. You winked at Denise on the way out, making her giggle.   You were in the elevator when your phone buzzed with a text from David. ‘You are so in for it when I get home’ it read, and attached was a picture of the obvious tent in his pants. ‘Is that a promise?’ was your reply, wanting to make him suffer. Part 1? Feel like I’ve got a lot of ideas for this.