#sexy girl driving suv

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Time

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

When you visit the Bartons with your family, you and Natasha spend some quality time reconnecting

Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, fingering (R receiving), oral (N and R receiving), being needy, some fluff too

Note: Enjoy this hehe

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“Are we there yet?” Your youngest daughter asks from the backseat of the car.

You’ve been driving for hours to reach the Barton farm. Natasha wants to visit while the kids are on spring break.

“The answer is still no, sweetheart,” Natasha answers patiently.

“We’ll tell you when we get there, Taylor,” Ali, your oldest, jumps in. She’s annoyed by the constant question and her tone doesn’t hide that.

“Be nice,” you remind her.

“Yeah be nice, Al,” your oldest son says. The two oldest kids start arguing, but Nat stops it quickly.

“Hey, none of that,” she says, expertly parenting. “This is a family trip. We will be kind to each other and we will have fun. Understood?”

A few nods follow.

“Understood?” Nat repeats.

That gets her the answers she was waiting for. A chorus of yes ma’am’s resound from the backseat. You turn up the radio and try to make the last hour of the trip enjoyable.

When you pull in the driveway, you look back at Taylor.

“Ask the question again, baby,” you say.

“Are we there yet?”

“We are here,” you reply. “Come on let’s go have some fun.”

You all unload from the car. Nat refused to be a minivan family, so you settled for a three row suv. The Bartons come outside to help.

“Hi Nat,” Laura greets your wife. She hugs her tight. There’s only a handful of people in the world that Natasha trusts as much as she does Laura and Clint.

“And hi y/n,” she greets you as well.

You’re corralling the babies at the moment and can’t hug her, but the warm smile on her face feels like a hug.

“Go see Auntie Laura,” you say to Belle and Taylor, the two littlest girls.

The girls run to her and hug her tight. Ali is catching up with Lila while Ivan, Jack, and Cooper reconnect.

“Well, I guess it’s just us to unload,” Nat comments. She walks around to meet you at the back of the car.

“What’s new?” You joke.

“Hey, while we have a second alone,” Nat begins. She presses you against the back of the car, running her hands over your shoulders and arms down to your hands. “Thank you for coming. And I love you.”

“I love you too, Natasha,” you say, feeling your face flush from how close she is. You can smell her perfume and her fresh hair.

She’s so close to you that it hurts. You want to devour her.

“I’ll show you later just how much I love you, okay?” Her voice is low, sexy as it could be.

Nat leans in and steals a quick but deep kiss, leaving you wanting more.

You pout when she pulls away, but she just laughs. You’re too easy.

Later that day, Clint drives everyone out to the field where he’s got a new pig pin. The kids love chasing the pigs around and playing with them.

Natasha shares a look with you about an hour into the fun that tells you she wants to get back to the house and have her own type of fun with you.

“Clint, we’re going to head back,” she tells him.

“But Mama we’re having fun!” Belle says.

“They can stay out here with us. I know you two are exhausted from the drive in,” Laura says. She winks at you. Maybe you weren’t so slick earlier behind the car.

“Thanks Laur,” Natasha says. “Be good, babies.”

You both kiss each kid before you start walking back to the house with Natasha. You’re hand in hand as you walk through the field. You love seeing Nat like this. So free. So happy.

Your smile must reveal that to her. She stops and turns to you.

“What is it?” Nat asks.

“Hm?”

“You’re looking at me differently,” she replies.

“You’re so beautiful,” you say. “And you’re even more beautiful out here.”

Natasha kisses you softly. She is so in love.

“We better get back to the house before I take you right here in this field,” Nat says.

“What would be so wrong with that?” You say, surprised by your own boldness.

“Oh,” Nat remarks. “Did my wife, my sweet, sweet, innocent wife just say that she wants me to fuck her right here outside where anyone could see us?”

You know she can see the way she’s making you feel. An absolute puddle for her.

“Come on,” Nat says, grabbing your hand again and pulling towards the house again.

By the time you make it to the porch, you’re tripping over each other as you try to make out while walking.

“Upstairs now,” Nat says.

You move as fast you can into your bedroom, shutting the door behind you. Natasha pulls you to her and turns you to back you into the bed. You fall back a little harshly, but Natasha’s lips connecting with yours distracts you from the slight pain.

“Fuck,” you moan into her mouth.

Nat’s strong hands pull your shirt over your head. You barely have time to process it before you’re entirely naked underneath her.

“Are you going to be good for me?” Nat asks.

“Yes,” you say. She takes a nipple in her mouth while her fingers slip between your legs. “Fuck.”

“You’re so fucking hot,” Natasha says.

Her fingers enter you quickly. She swallows your moan with her kiss. You want her to be as undressed as you are. You reach for her shirt hem, but she pushes your hand away.

“Just you right now,” Natasha says. “Okay?”

“Okay,” you say.

Her fingers continue to pump in and out of you at a fast pace. You can feel yourself slipping into a blissful state.

“Natasha,” you mumble. It’s all you can say right now.

“I love you,” Natasha says. “Be a good girl and come for me.”

You let yourself come and come hard for your wife. It’s the best sex you’ve had in months, maybe years.

“That’s right, baby. You’re so good,” Nat says as she works you down. “So good for me.”

Natasha drops a kiss to your forehead and lies beside you. You come back to reality at the feeling of her hand circling yours.

“God, I have missed that,” you say.

Nat chuckles. She has too.

“Shower with me?” She asks.

“Gladly,” you agree.

Nat helps you out of bed and essentially carries you to the bathroom. You start the shower.

“May I?” You ask, gesturing to her clothes. You want to be the one to take them off.

“Please,” Nat says.

You lift her shirt over her head. It never ceases to amaze you how beautiful she is. You unclasp her bra and kiss her shoulder softly.

“Gorgeous,” you whisper, placing your head in the crook of her neck.

You move your hands down her abs and to her waist. Slipping your hands down the jeans she’s wearing, you find her dripping wet for you.

“Getting me off really turns you on, doesn’t it, sweetheart?” You ask her.

“Mhm,” she says. “But I’m in control here.”

Nat takes a step back and pulls her own pants down. She takes your hand and leads you into the shower.

“Why deny yourself, Nat? You know I’d kneel for you right here and now.” You ask her.

Natasha smirks. This was exactly her plan. To have you begging to make her feel good.

“Then kneel,” Natasha says after a long pause. She presses on your shoulders just enough to make you feel the pressure.

Grinning, you drop to your knees. You can’t even remember the last time you were in this position with her. God, you love farm Natasha.

“Right there, detka,” she says. “Yes.”

You hum in pleasure at the taste of her. You’re the luckiest person in the world to be here with her like this.

“Yes! Fuck, y/n, yes!” Natasha groans out. You can’t see her but you know she’s biting her lip. She’s close. It doesn’t take much longer for Natasha to be trembling at the feeling of your mouth all over her.

“I’m coming,” Nat says. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

You help her ride her high and lick her until she’s pushing you away. You stand back up and she kisses you immediately.

Her tongue mingles with yours. The taste of her orgasm on your tongue turns her on even more.

“How long do we have?” She asks you.

“Not long I’d bet,” you say. “It’s almost dinner time.”

“I’ll make it quick,” Nat says.

She pushes you to the edge of the shower and you sit down, spreading your legs for her.

“All for me,” Natasha says. “Look at this.”

“All for you, Nat. Only you,” you reply.

She buries her face between your legs. You can’t help but lift your hips up at the feeling. Natasha holds your hips and helps you move them. Soon enough, you’re riding her face.

“Natasha,” you say over and over like it’s a prayer. “Natasha!”

You hold her head with one hand and keep yourself steady with the other. She eats you out like it’s the only place in the world she wants to be.

You come hard against her tongue. Nat moans successfully and pulls away to let you come down.

She grins at your blissed out face. She loves making you feel so good.

“I love you,” she says softly. It’s a sharp contrast to what you were just doing. “I hope you know how much I love you.”

“I do, baby,” you say, caressing her cheek. “I love you exactly the same.”

You kiss each other gently. Nat helps you stand back up and you actually shower. The water isn’t hot anymore, so you hurry up.

Once you get out, you get dressed and go downstairs. The family is just getting back from being outside. Perfect timing.

“Enjoy your alone time?” Laura asks.

“We sure did,” Natasha replies. She wraps an arm around your waist. You share a soft smile.

For the rest of the trip, you and Natasha soak up every moment with each other and with your family. It’s absolutely an amazing week.

[msschemmenti]

girl next door 🏠

jemily x reader

summary: jj and emily play welcome committee

a/n: this is a part of this fic i’ve been writing with an oc as the reader. i just subbed y/n for the oc’s name :)

y/n sighed deeply, stepping out of the airport. The DC air was thick and her linen lounge set was the only thing saving her right about now. She gazed down at her phone, checking the status of her uber. The car inched through the line of vehicles and she leaned against her suitcase. This was it, a brand new start and she had a townhouse to unpack before her new job starts.

At twenty-six, y/n felt like she was finally making decisions of her own. An occupation change. A location change. And finally a relationship status change. A new life.The car slowed to a stop in front of a row of townhouses. y/n thanked the driver and slid out of the car. She looked over the yards, all filled with various bushes and toys . Lived in. She wheeled her suitcase up the walkway and rummaged through her purse for her keys. Once the door popped open, she stepped over the threshold. She sighed sweetly at all the boxes lining the house.

“Home, sweet home.”

-

It was well past eleven when Emily maneuvered the SUV into their driveway. The ride home had been a quiet one, but both she and JJ were honestly just ready to be home. Emily tossed JJ the keys and moved to grab both of their go-bags. As both women made their way toward their front door, they caught sight of the light shining two doors down. The bay window’s blinds were high and the light bathed a young woman in a shadow. She looked to be going through a box, leaning against a green couch. Emily was the first to stop and JJ was quick to follow. The house had been empty for about a year since their old neighbor got married. And with their jobs, they hadn’t even realized anyone was moving in.

“Huh, looks like we’ve got a new neighbor.” Emily mused.

“guess so.” JJ observed. She turned her gaze to Emily and nudged her toward the door. “Let’s wait until daylight. I’m exhausted and so are you.”

Emily rolled her eyes but allowed the blonde to push her toward the door. “At least we have the weekend off.”

“Thank god for rotation.”

-

y/n yawned behind her hand for the fourth time since waking up. She stood in front of the coffee machine waiting patiently as the warm liquid brewed. She had another day of unpacking and organizing ahead of her and she’d absolutely need some coffee to get her through it. She was clad in a pink cami and boy shorts and her hair was pulled high off of her neck. Her big framed black glasses rested on her nose and her feet sat snuggly in her fluffy slippers.

As her coffee finished brewing, y/n grabbed her mug and made her way over to the bay window. With the blinds open, she hummed contentedly as she watched the street come to life on a Saturday morning. She watched as everyone seemed to slowly join her in wakefulness. Cars driving by, dogs rushing owners, and a very distractingly attractive blonde running up the sidewalk that lined the townhouses. The ponytail bobbed as she bounded past y/n’s house. The coffee momentarily forgotten, she leaned closer to the window watching as the woman entered the house two doors down.

“Sexy neighbor. This place keeps getting better by the minute.”

-

JJ pulled her earbuds out of her ears as she walked through the house. She rounded a corner into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water and found a sleepy Emily nursing a mug of coffee. She took a sip of her water before leveling the woman with a smirk.

“Guess who caught the new neighbor checking me out in her cute pajamas?”

“Oh that’s not fair! Of course you’d run right past her window looking like that. You’ve already established yourself as the hot neighbor.” Emily groaned.

“You should run more. Maybe you’d get checked out too.”

“What does she look like?” Emily asked.

“Rather adorable in the early morning. Can’t be more than twenty-five. Thick rimmed glasses, thick hair piled on top of her head, dressed in the cutest little pink boyshort set and slippers.” JJ recounted with a dreamy look in her eyes.

“How many times did you run by?” Emily whistled.

“I’m just observant. it’s my job. Are we gonna do the baked goods in a basket “Welcome to the neigborhood”? Or what?” JJ asked.

“We don’t bake.”

“Well yes that’s true. But we know someone who does…” JJ smiled already pulling her phone up to craft a message.

“Oh, tell her to bring some of those powdered strawberry eclairs she was mentioning yesterday too.” Emily nodded, taking her coffee upstairs to get dressed.

-

“Show me the house!” A voice floated through the laptop on the counter. “I really can’t believe you left me for DC. At least show me where I’ll be staying when I come to visit.” Grayson, y/n’s best co-worker/friend from Kentucky huffed.

“Alright, hold your horses. I’ll give you a tour.” y/n smiled and lifted her laptop to walk through the house. She showed Grayson the two-story home and everything she’d set up thus far. “Obviously the guest room is yours whenever you’d like it. Just let me know when because I’d like to actually have things prepared before then.”

“It’s so cute, gosh I can’t wait to come visit. How’s the neighborhood? Met anyone interesting yet?”

“Very homey for sure. Lots of families and stuff. I think it’ll be a good fit. I haven’t met anyone per say, but I can say there is a super hot blonde runner who lives two doors down.” y/n grinned taking a seat on one of her island stools.

“Hot blonde runner, oh you have to get all up in that. You need a new body to get under.”

“Oh my god shut up? I didn’t move to get involved with someone on my second day. But that doesn’t mean I won’t enjoy the view.”

“Is there an HOA meeting you can go to or something? You need to at least make some new hot friends to keep you company without me.”

y/n shook her head in disbelief and opened her mouth to reply when the doorbell interrupted her, “Gray, I’ll call you later. Someone is at the door.”

“Oh fingers-crossed, it's hot blonde. Bye love.”

y/n hung up and quickly made her way over to the door. She looked through the peephole cautiously and was shocked to see the hot blonde with two other women beside her. y/n fluffed her hair a bit and straightened her clothes out quickly before pulling the door open with a smile. “Um hi.”

All three women smiled and the colorfully dressed woman spoke first, “Hello sunshine! My name is Penelope Garcia and these lovely ladies are Jennifer Jareau and Emily Prentiss. Your personal neighborhood welcome committee.” Penelope spoke, practically bouncing on her heels.

“Oh wow, hi!” y/n grinned letting her eyes roam the three women fully. Her eyes lingered on the blonde she now knew as Jennifer Jareau but as her eyes moved to Emily she was just as entranced by her beauty.

“Pen doesn’t actually live here, but Emily and I live two doors down.” Jennifer gestured toward the house she’d entered earlier that day.

“And we brought the typical baked goods basket.” Emily offered, extending the basket of pastries toward the younger woman.

“Well it’s lovely to meet y’all. Would you like to come in? I’m sure I’ve got something in here to go with these sweet treats.” y/n asked, gesturing over her shoulder.

“We’d love to!” Penelope jumped happily following the younger woman into her home. With JJ and Emily following closely behind. As they all settled in the kitchen at the island, y/n turned suddenly as if remembering something.

“Oh where are my manners, I’m y/n! Inviting guests into my home without even telling them my name, my mother would have my head.” The younger woman smiled sheepishly before grabbing plates and mugs for everyone.

“Oh your accent is just precious, where are you from sweetness?” Penelope asked eagerly.

“Haha, I’m originally from Georgia. But I relocated from Kentucky.”

“A true Southern Belle.” Emily mused, causing y/n to blush with a smile.

“Something like that. Thank you all for welcoming me to the neighborhood. My former co-worker Grayson was just saying I should get out and meet some people.”

“She worried about you?” JJ asked.

“Yeah, the move was pretty spontaneous. I know literally no one here and my closest relative or friend is in New York. Safe to say she’s a bit concerned.” y/n supplied, leaning against the counter to dig through the basket of baked goods.

“Well you can tell her you’ve met three awesome ladies who’d love to be your friend. Two of which live right on your street!” Garcia grinned and y/n reciprocated. y/n grabbed a few muffins from the basket and peeled the paper back to take a bite. The women watched as the younger woman’s eyes fell closed in pleasure.

“Oh wow, this might be the best muffin I’ve ever had in my life. Where did you get these?” y/n moaned, eyeing the three women. Both JJ and Emily seemed positively stunned by the sound and sight of y/n tasting the muffin. Penelope noticed almost instantly and jumped in to save them.

“I made them! I’ve spent quite a while perfecting my muffin recipe, so I’m so glad someone is appreciating my hard work.”

“Oh that’s amazing, you’ll have to show me how you’ve mastered it. I’ve always loved a sweet treat so I bake pretty often.”

“Oh that sounds great, these two are completely useless in the kitchen. I’m happy to know there’s someone on the street who’ll keep them fed. Isn’t that right Jayje?”

“We’re not that bad!” JJ whined.

“Emily is literally not allowed to stand near the kitchen.” Garcia deadpanned, causing y/n to giggle watching the women bicker.

“I’ll be happy to share, I’m still really bad about portions anyways. So you’d actually be saving me.” y/n said sweetly.

“We’ll definitely have to take you up on that.” Emily nodded.

“You all seem like really close friends, have you known each other long?” y/n asked curiously, offering the women some of the goods in the basket.

“We all work together, Pen and I for longer but all of us now.” JJ answered.

“Oh, what do you all do?” y/n asked curiously. “That’s a pretty low turnover rate, you must really like the job.”

“We’re all FBI Agents. Part of a Team called the Behavioral Analysis Unit.” Emily supplies, watching the younger woman’s face frown in confusion.

“FBI, like the FBI?” y/n asked incredulously. All three women nodded. “Can’t say I was expecting that at all. So you like actually fight crime with your badge and gun and everything?”

“I don’t do the whole gun or fighting thing, but These two? Absolutely. The amount of doors they’ve collectively kicked down is crazy.” Penelope mused nudging JJ playfully.

“Well, that’s hot.” y/n mused nodding as her eyes glazed over a bit. “You’ll have to show me your badges one day, I’ve always wanted to see one in real life.”

The younger woman took a drag from her mug and turned to throw her muffin paper away. As soon as her back was to the three women, JJ’s eyes were wide and gazing at Emily. Garcia was poking JJ’s side conspiratorially, and Emily was trying not to give into either woman’s knowing looks. The younger woman turned back to them with a curious smile before asking another question.

“So what exactly does being an FBI agent look like? You said you all worked for a specific group. The Behavioral Analysis Unit? What does that team do?”

Emily cleared her throat and answered, “We’re a team of profilers who work with local law enforcement teams to locate and detain serial killers all over the US.”

“Oh wow! That’s got to be some heavy stuff—lots of traveling. Thank you for your service.” y/n said with a salute toward the women. They couldn’t fight the laughter that bubbled between them and Emilly and JJ watched as y/n’s cheeks reddened and she giggled.

“Enough about us, I have to know what an adorable southern woman like you does!” Garcia grinned resting her chin in her palms.

“I’m in education, not as lively as chasing serial killers.” y/n answered sheepishly.

“Oh are you a teacher?” JJ asked curiously.

“Professor actually. I’ll be starting at state school this coming academic school year.” y/n supplied with a smile.

“You’ve definitely piqued my interest, what are you teaching?” Penelope basically bounced.

“Vocal Performance with a concentration in Musical Theater and Jazz.”

“A singer? You’ll have to give us a little show sometime. Em loves Jazz.” JJ winked over at the brunette.

“I guess it’s only fair since I’ve asked to see your badges. I’m sure we can arrange something.” y/n smiled warmly at the two older women.

“A professor? Forgive me, but you seem far too young to be a professor. How old are you?” Emily asked skeptically.

“I’d normally take offense but you’re right, I just turned twenty-six earlier this year. I’ve always been the youngest in the room, but I kinda love it. At the last school I taught at, everyone in my department was well over 50, I found that students really enjoyed a younger perspective.” y/n explained with a shrug.

“Makes sense. So you’re some kind of musical prodigy? Zoom through high school, undergrad, and your masters?” Emily continued.

“No, no. I was in a dual Undergrad and Masters program for music education and vocal performance so I was able to fast-track my road to being a professor. As far being hired so early, I’ve been told I’m rather charming.” y/n shrugged with a grin and a wink.

“I definitely see the appeal. I can’t believe you guys got such a fun and cool neighbor. All I’ve got is that mean old lady. Best believe I’ll be visiting way more often.” Penelope said facing both Emily and JJ. She quickly turned back to the younger woman. “We need to be friends, what are your socials?”

y/n smiled brightly at the tech analyst, “Of course, I’m y/n on everything.”

Penelope frantically pulled the accounts up and was quick to follow on all platforms, “Got it! We’ll have to get together soon before the school year starts and you get busy. I love meeting new awesome people.”

It wasn’t long before the women brought their little impromptu brunch to a close. y/n walked the women to the door and smiled softly as they turned to wave goodbye. As soon as the door closed Penelope looked at the other two women unimpressed.

“Come on you guys, you’re lucky I was here.” She groaned.

“Hey, what does that mean?” Emily scoffed in offense.

“It means I’m starting to wonder how you brought so many women into your bed. That was terrible flirting.” Garcia reasoned as they walked up the steps to their house.

“I wasn’t even trying then, thank you very much. Plus there’s a lot of thought and conversation that goes into something like that. She only moved in yesterday. We don’t need to overwhelm her. Plus we don’t even know if she’s into women.” Emily reasoned.

“She literally called you both hot to your faces.”

“No, she called us kicking down doors hot. She could have a thing for demolition for all we know.”

“Semantic. I’m calling it now though, she’s more than interested in women. Especially women in the FBI who wield guns and kick down doors.”

“Let’s hope you're right.” JJ finally added in collapsing against the couch with a dreamy look on her face.

[mewhenimanangel]

cherry, eren jeager

— synopsis. eren is enamored by you, the way you carry yourself, the way you dance…he wants to know more of you

—chapter 1 ౨ৎ

𝜗𝜚 content!: au-highschool, ballet dancer reader, teen romance

nia’s ౨ৎ notes: i’m writing again! (ʃƪ ˘ ³˘)

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you packed your pointe shoes into your duffel bag, brushing back the bits of hair that strayed from your slick bun.

you were dangerously close to being late for practice today and you knew mrs jeager didn't play like that. you looked in your mirror to make sure everything was in place. you wore a black leotard under a pair of dance shorts and pink leg warmers.

you rushed out of your house and into your mom's suv. she had a cigarette between her manicured fingers as she retouched her lip gloss in the rear view mirror. "hey baby you ready?" she asked, fastening her seatbelt.

"yeah...where are you going?" you squint your eyes at her, she looked a little more glamorous than usual. "gonna go run some errands, see if i can run into that sexy mr ryan" she smirked as she put the car in drive. "mom gross, please stop drooling over my math teacher" you shook your head. "oh come on, you know he's cute. he's got that whole bee keeping thing going on"

"yeah so do you" you joked. "hey!" she slapped your thigh. "i'm just joking! you look as young and beautiful as ever" you smiled, putting your earbuds in"

if it wasn't for your best friend, lana, you swore your mom was your best friend. after your dad passed away, it was just you, her, and your little sister, enya.

ever since you were six you've been dancing, specifically ballet and contemporary. you always loved dance but when your dad died, it lost its spark. four years ago, you sat in ballet practice when your phone rang and your former teacher scolded you for interrupting practice but told you you could go in the hall to answer.

you remember the feeling of your heart breaking when your mom told you the news and that she was getting you early.

don't be mistaken, the love you have for ballet is always there but a small part of you feels like you're only in it to please your mom.

your mom had you at 17 and sometimes you felt like you ruined her life. you've heard her ballet stories since you were little. she was in her prime and destined for greatness, until you came along.

her parents were more orthodox and made her go through with the pregnancy, she never danced the same again after that.

even though you felt guilty, it only made you want to be better, it made you want it more because you felt like you owed it to her.

you put your earbuds away when you saw the familiar dance school come into view. "bye mommy" you said putting your bag over your shoulder. "bye baby, i'll see you later" she kissed your cheek.

after changing out of your sneakers and into your dance shoes, you joined lana and the other girls to stretch. things have been competitive at the school lately ever since mrs. jeager announced she was putting on a recital.

all your peers were working extra hard to be noticed by your teacher, including you of course but you kept it nonchalant. today, she would be announcing who she chooses as her lead dancers.

"annie's literally going insane in the bathroom right now" lana walked up to you as you sat drinking your water. "she needs to relax, it's not like the show's going on broadway...plus i'm sure she'll literally get the solo. she's always kissing jaeger's ass" you scoffed.

"better keep your voice down, i've heard that mrs jaeger's planning on picking you" she smirked. "i doubt it" you shrugged.

mrs jeager walked into the room and told everyone to line up. "alright girls, as you know we'll be putting on my own show in three months and i need you girls in tiptop shape, no matter what part you get. now i'm choosing, drum roll please..." you all tapped your feet.

"y/n! you're my soloist!" she smiled at you. "what? me?" your eyebrows rose. lana immediately shook you by the shoulders out of excitement while the other girls clapped. though, you could feel annie's gaze burning into you. she was jealous.

"yes you, you've shown the most improvement this year and i'm entrusting you to shine through with this role, congratulations" she smiled at you.

mrs. jeager went on to list everyone else's parts for the dances before practice commenced. you were so excited to go home and tell your mom.

once practice was over you began to pack up your things and change out of your shoes. "y/n, come i'd like to talk to you about the solo" mrs jeager called you over. you said bye to lana and grabbed your bag.

"okay so for the solo i wanted a somber yet sensual and scandalous song so i chose

cherry by lana del rey, im sure you know it all you girls seem to love her." she told you.

she went over the details of the outfit she wanted you to wear, she explained the choreography, told you you would have to come in for extra lessons. she began to explain why she chose you when the door behind you opened.

you turned around to see her son, eren, walk in.

he was in a hoodie and jeans that sweeped the floor, long hair pulled back into a low effort bun, headphones wrapped around his neck.

you've known eren for years now, he was in your math class at school and he would often stop by the dance school to see his mom. you can't recall ever talking to him though.

he kind of ran with his own little crowd, most often with mikasa and admin, you think his name was?

he was pretty chill at school, you knew he was on the basketball team, he was never really in anyone's business. the only time you ever heard things about him was when girls would talk about how hot he was, and you feared they were right.

he didn't say anything to you before asking his mom for their house keys. "i've taught you better manners than that, i know you see me talking to someone" she scolded him.

this was when he decided to acknowledge you. eren stared at you, taking a moment to let his eyes trail down your body, admiring the way your leotard and shorts clung to you.

it's not like he meant to ignore you, you just make him a little nervous. it was one thing to see you at school in the uniform you somehow made look good, but it was another to see you like this - sweat making you glisten, hair messy yet perfect, clothes tight on your body.

eren's had his fair share of things with girls in the past but something about you stressed him out, so he decided it was best to avoid you.

"hey" he finally greeted you to which you smiled and waved. god, even your smile was tantalizing. "y/n here is gonna be my soloist, gosh you should see her dance!" he awkwardly smiled and nod his head.

"can i have them now?" he asked his mother. she digged through her purse and gave him the keys. "you can go now we were having an important conversation" she beckoned him away.

he scoffed and made his way to the door. you turned your head ever so slightly only to be me with him looking back at you too.

a smirk graced his lips, dropping when he saw you looking at him. now it was your turn to hide your smile.

[hiskillingjar]

Heeey if ur down maybe

Strade x reader...but it's like a hitch hiker situation it's like 3 am and he picks them up off the side of the road yadda yadda their phone is dead maybe some awkward small talk (I can imagine th asking if he wants to play I spy or something)

Anyway I'm getting off track we all know hitch hiking is dangerous we've all heard horror stories of girls hitch hiking and then she's found in a ditch chopped into a billion pieces we all know this so does reader...so they keep asking if he's gonna kill them every five minutes...they're weirdly into it too

Sorry it's so long and just rambling I got off track I just really love strade

haughhhh this prompt haunted me and i just had to fill it. not totally what you asked for but. like. same vibe ya know?

3200+ words, cw for like. the lead up to actual noncon, i love strade most when he's evil and sexy and condescending sorryyyyyy. also crossposted on ao3 because i like having my longer fics there

"Hey, buddy, climb in!"

When the large, black SUV slid to a stop beside the road’s dirt path, you could have cheered. 

You had been walking for what felt like hours after getting off the bus at its last stop, your thumb raised high beside you in hopes of someone pitying you and stopping to pick you up. Had this stranger not stopped, you might have considered calling it quits and sitting in the cold to wait it out until morning rather than exhausting yourself with the walk.

Thank god you didn’t have to worry about that.

"Hey! Thanks for pulling over!" You beamed brightly and politely, as you climbed into the front of the stranger's truck, running a hand through your messy hair and dusting your boots off before you got comfortable in the expensive-looking car. "I really appreciate it, man, I've been standing there for, like, an hour now."

His own smile widened, dimpling handsome smile lines and crinkling his golden eyes. You had no idea what a guy like this was doing travelling on the highway at three in the morning, but you were sure that he would say the same about you, so didn’t think much about your wondering.

"Oh no, that sucks.” He said with a sympathetic click of his tongue. “Here, let me help you with that, you must be exhausted after such a tough night."

The friendly attitude remained as he reached out for your backpack, showing off muscular (albeit slightly scarred) arms and tan skin. You smiled appreciatively, all the same, as he took your backpack and tossed it into the back seat of the truck, before starting the engine back up with a twist of the keys in the ignition.

"Yeah, uh, I accidentally rode the bus to the end of the line and...yeah, the last stop was a little over two miles away?" You said, buckling your seatbelt as he pulled off the dirt path and continued down the road. "It's a total ghost town there, and I have no charge on my phone either. I really thought I'd be walking all night."

His smile shifted into a more sympathetic expression before it went to the road ahead of him.

"Ah, I feel you on the phone thing, it really sucks when your battery decides to die on you when you need it most.” He replied, both hands on the wheel, as he let the speed of the truck climb back up to the naturally higher speed of a highway drive. “No charge, huh? What a shame."

You nodded, unsure of what else to say.

"So, what's in the backpack?” He asked after barely a beat, and you got a sense that he wasn’t one to stay in silence for long. You didn’t mind the opportunity for small talk though, not really, even if it was late at night and…you mostly just wanted to get some rest. “You a tourist, or..."

"Yeah, kind of a tourist." You nodded with a little smile. "Um, I'm trying to get to Toronto, actually. I know that's pretty far, so no pressure to get me there,” You chuckled awkwardly. “But I think there's a bus station nearby, a few towns over? I was just gonna stay there tonight and get another ticket in the morning."

He nodded along as you spoke, an attentive audience member, like he was listening to you in place of late-night talk radio or music.

"Oh, so you've got quite the journey ahead, huh?" He peered towards you out of the corner of his eye when you nodded in response to his question. 

"Mmhmm, it’s still another day or so of travel,” You said with a shrug and a little nod. “So, um, I didn't get your name?"

"Ah, right, yeah, I forgot to tell you."

He took his eyes off the road for a moment to smile at you.

"Name's Strade,” No last name. Makes sense, you probably wouldn’t have told him your last name, either. “And you are...?"

You smiled back and told him your name.

"And, um,” You tittered a little coyly. “You know, I’m just trying to make small talk here, but I'm noticing a bit of an accent there...not Canadian, huh?"

He laughed, a friendly and warm chuckle that put you at ease, despite your less-than-ideal situation.

"Haha, you're good.” He said, sounding genuinely impressed. “Yeah, not Canadian. German, actually. I’ve been living here for, ah…” He sucked a hiss in through his teeth and tilted his head in thought. “A while. Just never managed to shake the accent, I guess."

"No, that's super cool. I’ve always thought Germany was an interesting place" You nodded with a bit more of a smile. "I've never been there, or anywhere in Europe or anything, but I've always wanted to."

"Oh yeah?” He hummed thoughtfully, still smiling. “You should definitely visit, it's great...I mean, yeah..." He peered out his window as he turned onto a new road, though you hadn’t seen where the illuminated sign was leading him. "The people...the cities...you know…” He continued, his words trailing off and his tone sounding distracted as he drove. “Germany's great...beautiful country...definitely worth the visit."

"Mm," You nodded. "Sounds nice."

After another long moment of silence (with you staring out the window, not seeing much other than fields and woods, and him focusing on driving and looking more and more put off by the quiet), he cleared his throat and reached up with one hand to rub his stubbly (and scarred) chin. 

"Listen…not to be intrusive or anything, I'm just trying to make some small talk,” He placed his hand back on the wheel, though he was still smiling. “But what's a pretty girl like you doing all by themselves, anyway? What, not got a boyfriend to travel with you?"

You let out an uncomfortable laugh, a slight flush coming to your cheeks as you tried to think of an appropriate (and smart) response. 

You knew you should have been...put off, to say the least, by a stranger asking why you were alone in the middle of the night, but...well, he had picked you up in the middle of nowhere, and you kind of owed him for that. Maybe he was just a curious guy.

And…he was pretty hot. Maybe he was just asking so he could make a pass at you.

"Hah, nope, all on my lonesome. But, um," You bit your lip, considering your next words very carefully. If you said something about…meeting people, perhaps, maybe it would have been enough to scare off any darker intentions he might have had with you. "I have friends in the city that I'll be staying with who know I’m coming. So, just need to get there, ya know."

He nodded again, smiling as casually as he had been.

"I see.” He said simply. “So, you must be pretty brave then, huh? Not many girls your age would feel safe travelling and staying in a bus station all alone without any protection, especially not these days."

An idle smirk crossed his lips as he kept his eyes forward, tapping the steering wheel with the pale palms of his hands.

"Lots of weirdos on these roads late at night, ya know?” His golden eyes went to yours then, and you could see they had narrowed just a touch, his eyebrows quirking with a silent challenge, or...threat. “Good thing I found you first, hm?"

"Mmhmm..." You nodded politely, letting out another uncomfortable chuckle. 

"Mhm…” He mimicked. “But, maybe we should change topics, ja? Let's talk about something...a bit more interesting~"

"Interesting?" You looked up at him with a curious blink, watching as he turned the truck again and started down a darker road, surrounded by woods. You still didn’t have a reason to be concerned though…at least, that’s what you were telling yourself. "How do you mean?"

"Oh, you know...a little more personal." He suggested with a shrug of his shoulders, like he was trying to appear more casual. "How old are you?"

"Oh, I'm twenty," You replied, raising a brow. "Yeah, second year of college, actually. I'm on spring break."

"Really?" He said, raising his own brows with pseudo-surprise. "Wow, I'm almost double that....way to make me feel like a creepy old man picking up a vulnerable girl on the side of the road, hah."

"Hah," You chuckled awkwardly, a slight flush coming to your face as you chewed the inside of your cheek. You’d read countless horror stories about this situation, and yet, when you were sitting in it, you still couldn’t help but be a little charmed by him and his self-deprecation. "Y-Yeah, sorry...um, I don't think you're creepy, though. I actually really appreciate it. I would have been stuck there all night, if you hadn't picked me up." You smiled. “Thank you.”

"Aw, how sweet," He crooned, taking one hand from the steering wheel and placing it on your bare thigh, making your breath hitch tightly. Denim shorts had been a fine choice when you dressed that morning, but a far stupider one at three in the morning, it seemed. "You really are very gracious, aren't you?"

"Mm..." You dug your teeth into your bottom lip as his hand roamed further up your thigh, calloused skin against smooth, goose-pimpled flesh.

"But, ah, graciousness can only get you so far in this world, right?" He said after a beat of silence, his voice taking on a lower tone as he looked towards you, pulling the truck to the side of the road and…slowing it to a stop.

"Huh?"

You didn't expect (though maybe you should have, considering all the hints he had been dropping) for him to stop the car, and you suddenly felt a lot more scared to be in a strange truck, in a strange country, with a strange man.

"If you're too grateful,” He murmurs, taking the keys out of the ignition. “Some people can take advantage. And why wouldn't they."

Your polite (albeit tight) smile dropped and you swallowed tightly, as you saw him pocket his keys and turn to you, those golden eyes that had once been so inviting narrowed and sinister, as the hand on your thigh crawled further and further up.

"It's late at night, we're all alone, you’re in some…stranger’s truck,” He cut himself off with a chuckle and a shake of his head, like he was chiding you. “And who knows what someone could do to you."

Now that the car was stopped, he was able to lean in a little closer to you, the hand on your thigh ascending to your hip.

“Helpless, right?”

"Ah..." 

You let out a little whimper, swallowing tightly as he pressed himself even closer towards you, sliding a knee under himself so he could push himself forward, over the wide console of the truck. 

You were so stupid. 

Your pocket knife, your only means of protection while you were on the road, was in your backpack, of all places, which was in his back seat…where he had thrown it. Somehow, though, you had a sense that even if you did have a weapon of some kind, some sort of defence against him, it probably wouldn't have done anything to stop him, anyway. 

The predatory glint that had always been in his eyes, looking back on the encounter retroactively, became a whole lot less concealed, as he reached up and idly pushed a thick chunk of your hair behind your ear, almost like he was admiring you innocently. His mouth tilted into a mocking smile and his tone became lower and even more lecherous.

"Twenty,” He said, like he was reminiscing. “Just twenty years old and doing this all by yourself. So young...and so pretty too.” He leaned a little closer, so close you could smell the thick scent of motor oil and sweat lingering on him. “It would be a shame if something happened to a girl like you..."

He let out a small chuckle, keeping his gaze locked on yours as his hand shifted from your hip and down to his side.

Your eyes followed it almost instantly. You didn't know what he was doing, but you knew that it couldn’t be good.

Strade noticed your gaze too, raising his brows and giving you a smile that he had practised so many times before, one that was supposed to settle a nervous spirit, a fretting hostage. He shifted his hand to the side, making it seem as if he was just casually adjusting himself, when, in fact, he was hiding something else, something much darker and more sinister altogether.

"Were you not scared...of a stranger like me, picking you up in the middle of the night?" He tilted his head, considering you closely like you were a new specimen for examination.

“Strade,” You mumbled softly, your eyes flitting to the side to try and spot your backpack. “Come on…let’s not do this.”

"Now, now...don't be so frightened.” He said, with almost the start of a hurt pout to his lips. Why was that enough to make you feel bad? “I don't mean you any harm at all, but you still haven't answered my question..."

He pressed even closer, his fingers suddenly trailing down your neck as his stubbly cheek grazed yours.

“Were you not scared?”

"I...didn't think I needed to be scared," You mumbled quietly, taking in a slow breath and feeling like your skin was prickling with nerves each time he pressed close to you.

"Why's that, hmm...don't you think it's dangerous to be alone at night?"

His staring eyes met yours, spanning up and down your face, like he was trying to take in every detail of you, each freckle, wrinkle and pore, before…

"Don't you think it's dangerous...to be alone...with...me..."

"NGH!" 

You let out a shrill grunt as he quickly pressed his body entirely against yours, climbing over the console of the truck and pinning you down to the seat. You attempted to quickly unbuckle your seatbelt and reach for the car door on the passenger side, gripping fingers scrambling for the handle as you heaved with his added weight on top of you.

"Oh no no no…” He chided lightly, sitting back as he straddled your hips and reached down in his jacket pocket. "Don't think you're getting away from me now, fraulein, not when I’ve just gotten you where I want you."

Your eyes widened when you saw him pull out a long bowie knife, hidden in plain sight, all this time. It wasn't even in a sheath to protect it.

"Please," You pleaded quietly, as he slid the knife up your front and severed the seat belt like hot metal through butter. "Please, Strade, please, let me go. I-I have friends, I'm going somewhere, you know that, they'll know I'm gone, they’ll know." You babbled erratically, every part of you trembling.

Strade just laughed, using the cut seatbelt as a makeshift rope to tie your trembling wrists to the car seat headrest above you (you had sunk down enough in the seat to get away from him that it was high up now).

You didn’t even try to fight him off that hard.

"Aww...you're still so hopeful, aren't you?"

His grin broadened, laced with malice as he watched the terror build in your eyes indulgently, like your fear was enough to sustain him.

"Do you actually think someone's going to come and save you...little college girl on her spring break, hm?” He asked, shaking his head further with a condescending little chuckle, before leaning in, his breathing heavy and ragged and excited. “No, I don’t think I’m going to let you go, fraulein…not when I have you right where I want you.”

"Please," You whimpered, your lip trembling as the first sting of tears began to bead in your eyes. "Don't kill me, please..."

"Oh, I'm not going to kill you. Don't worry."

You took in a shaky gasp as he raised the knife to your throat, immediately stilling when you felt the sharp edge of polished metal dig into your skin.

"I'm just going to have a bit of fun with you, that's all. That’s why you let me pick you up, isn’t it?" He pressed the knife down a little harder against your throat, leaning in even closer, thee bridge of his nose nestling against your jaw as you felt the sting of the blade. "You wanted someone to have fun with you, just like this..."

"Please don't hurt me...I-I'll do whatever you want," You murmured, tears spilling down your cheeks, trying not to move or struggle or shake too much and…encourage the knife to slip. “Please, please, please…”

"Aw, are you begging?" Strade’s grin widened even more, as he laughed at you, cruelly, meanly. “You really just get cuter and cuter the more you speak. I almost can’t stand it.”

You whimpered again as he raised his head to look at you, his face close enough to yours that he could have kissed you (if he wanted to), his tongue slipping out and licking his lips, and his breath heavy on your neck as his laugh trailed off into a low chuckle.

"Maybe I want to keep pretty things like you around...take my time with you, perhaps?” He mused softly, dragging the knife to a point and pressing it to the bottom of your chin. “Or maybe…I just want to do something with that pretty mouth of yours, hm?"

You gulped and squeezed your eyes shut, revolted by what you were about to say.

"Yes," You whispered, trembling a little more and pulling at the seatbelt that was binding you. "Do…a-anything you want to me. Just...please, please don't hurt me..."

He pulled back from you for a moment, raising his dark brows in a questioning look…like he was wondering if you were being truthful with him.

"Hmph. I know your type, you know. You'd say anything right now."

His expression shifted to one of mocking disappointment as he sighed, the knife moving slightly downwards and pressing into the hollow of your bobbing throat, as he studied your face.

"Do you really mean that? Or are you just trying to survive, eh?"

"I-I mean it," You stammered, pulling at the seatbelt again and swallowing hard, trying to sit up straight. "Anything. I'll...I'll even like it, too. I won't fight or scream or..." You sniffled, trying to shed the last of your tears. "Or cry."

"Really?” He gave you a doubtful smirk as he slid the knife downwards, easily cutting through the buttoned collar of your shirt. “You don't even know me, and you'd let me do whatever I want? With that pretty…” He enunciated each word by cutting away the buttons of your shirt, exposing more of your chest, your sternum, and your stomach. “Little,” Another button gone. “Mouth." Another.

“Yes. Anything.”

Once your shirt was completely open (showing your ratty sports bra), he lightly pressed the point of the knife against your breast, like it was about to be punctured. 

"And you'll like it?" He asked, tilting his head.

"Yes," You sniffled again. "Just...don't hurt me."

"You promise~?” 

He lilted airily in your ear as the knife trailed over to the band between your bra cups, severing it without a modicum of effort and revealing even more of your chest as he peeled away each flap of fabric with the point of his knife.

You bit your lip when he let out an appreciative whistle at the sight of your bare chest, the buds of your nipples erect and perky in the cool air of the night, the silver piercings glinting in the dark.

"Nice tits," He commented with a snicker. "I'm surprised someone else didn't pick you up first with a rack like that." His lecherous dirty talk was enough to make you blush and look away. "Maybe you should have been a little more...open with them, hm?" "Strade-"

“Mm, no apprehension, please.” He chided, poking one of the piercings with the point of the knife and bringing his face close to yours. “We’re going to have fun, and you’re going to smile and say ‘thank you’ the entire time...no looking away or playing shy, now.” He pressed the point of the knife to the bud of your nipple then, his golden eyes locked on yours as it dug deeper and deeper. “Understood?”

You took in an unsteady gasp as a delicate bead of blood spilled down your breast, and looked up at him quickly.

He wasn't fucking around with you.

“U-Understand!" You said quickly, a rictus grin of pleasure coming to your face, the air cool on your tear-streaked face. Thank you~”

“Good girl ♡”

[menofchaos]

Coco x Reader

Note: Not sure where this came from but I'm not questioning writing inspo! This look holds a special place in my little heart. Shout out to @thesewickedhands for the gif and @spideyspeaches for the divider. Sexy warnings. Please enjoy and let me know what you think!

Her foot tapped anxiously against the floor, her eyes watching the clock on the wall as it ticked by, minute after minute. The playlist on her phone was on its third round, the mostly-melted candles on the table were put out only moments before. The street outside was silent, no rumbling of his bike engine alerting her of his arrival. She looked at her phone screen, tapping the screen to illuminate it again. No notifications still. She took a deep breath, trying to suppress the prickling anger she felt in her veins. He had never stood her up before and was never late without an explanation. The hour hand moved to the 12 and she shook her head. He was officially three hours late. She cleaned up the remnants of their date, covering his plate with tinfoil and sticking it in the microwave. She considered how to approach him when he came home. While it was his first offense, it was their second anniversary. Two years of dealing with their own individual relationship traumas, the club, exes to get to the solid ground they found themselves on. Or so she thought. She entertained herself with going the toxic route. Texting him and telling him not to come home, locking him out or waiting up for him and blowing up on him as soon as he stepped foot through the door. Before she finished eating, her phone lit up with a call. From EZ. Fuck.

“Hello?” she answered nervously.

“Hey uh…Coco needs a ride home from the clubhouse,” EZ sighed, “Jesus, dude.”

She frowned, “Is he okay?”

“He’s wasted. We had some club shit run long and as soon as we got back, he hit the bar hard. Finished a whole bottle. He’s mouthing off to everyone. Can you take him home? He’s getting belligerent. Gilly and Angel said they’ve never seen him like this.”

She closed her eyes as she listened, hearing arguing in the background, “I’m gonna change and then I’ll be on my way.”

“Thanks,” he murmured, “The gate’s open, we’ll be here to help you get him in the car- bro, why don’t we go outside and have a cigarette? Your girl is coming over.”

She heard a voice she knew anywhere, slurring and harsh, responding to the suggestion.

“I’ll see you soon, E,” she sighed, “Thank you.”

“No problem,” he hung up and she pulled off her dress, changing into a pair of cotton shorts and one of Coco’s old flannel shirts. She slid some shoes on and grabbed her purse, the ride silent as she drove through the dark streets of Santo Padre. When she pulled up to the clubhouse, Coco and EZ were sitting on the porch steps. Coco was resting his head against the stair railing, a lit cigarette in his limp fingers. Chucky was cleaning the other side of the steps. Gilly walked outside as she got out.

“What happened?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” Gilly scoffed, “But he better get it together. I almost knocked him the fuck out.”

“Fuck off,” Coco’s retort was raspy and low but lacked the usual bite.

Gilly rolled his eyes, “Come on, boy scout,” the two men picked up Coco, helping him into the passenger seat of her SUV. EZ handed her a water bottle after they closed the door, “He threw up already but he’s been quiet since. Hopefully he just goes to bed.”

“Good luck,” Gilly nodded, “Text when you get home so we know you made it. We can come kick his ass if you need us.”

“I can handle him but thanks boys,” she smiled softly, “I’ll make sure he apologizes tomorrow.”

EZ laughed, “Want me to follow, just in case?”

She shook her head, “I'll call if there’s a problem. Good night,” she got in the car and started driving home. Coco’s eyes were closed and his head was against the door.

“You got anything to say?” she asked him a few minutes later.

He grunted, “Got a cigarette?”

She sighed, “In my purse.”

He reached down and opened her bag, lighting a cigarette and opening the window to let the smoke out. She waited for him to take a few drags, pulling up to a red light.

“Anything else you wanna say?” she looked over at him.

He rubbed his eyes, “We almost home? I’m fuckin’ tired.”

She scoffed, “Unbelievable.”

He narrowed his eyes, “What?”

The light turned green and she started driving, “You don’t call or text all day. You stood me up to get shitfaced with your brothers, who you pissed off so bad they almost beat your ass, and all you have to say is you’re tired?”

“Pretty much,” he grumbled.

“You can get yourself inside because picking you up is about where my hospitality runs out,” she snapped.

“I can walk,” he hissed, “I’m drunk, not paralyzed.”

She pulled into the driveway and got out of the car after grabbing her purse, slamming her door behind her. Coco stumbled out, following her up the path to the house. They went inside and he collapsed on the couch, closing his eyes.

“I don’t know where you get the balls to treat me like this, Johnny,” she glared, “I don’t know what your fucking problem is but I didn’t do shit to you. We were fine this morning, you were more than happy to let me suck your dick in the shower but now I get this drunk, pissy asshole who doesn’t even have the decency to let me know he’s gonna miss our anniversary dinner for what? Drinks with the guys? Something you can do literally whenever-”

“Celia has Letty doing fuckin’ porn.”

She froze at the admission, her eyes wide in shock as she watched his still form. She hadn’t heard his mother or daughter’s name since he first told her about their situation. They had been looking through some old boxes of his and a few pictures fell out of a stack of papers. One was of a newborn, her eyes big and her hair dark. His twin. It hung in his cell while he was inside. The other was a picture of 8 year old Coco next to a woman in a green dress, fixing his little matching tie. It was one of the few good memories he had of his childhood, the one event at school she attended. Celia had a sugar daddy and wasn’t on the corner or strung out. It didn’t last long and it wasn’t perfect, but at least he wasn’t cooking heroin to shoot into her veins. 

Question after question tumbled out of her mouth before she could stop herself, “Are you sure? How do you know? You talked to them? Why didn’t you tell me? Do you want me to knock Celia's ass out?”

She stepped closer when he didn’t respond. She rolled her eyes when she saw his chest rising evenly, “Pendejo,” she mumbled.

She moved a pillow behind his back to make sure he was propped up, then set a bucket on the floor near him. She watched him for a few minutes, his face soft in sleep. She took his shoes off and set his gun on the side table, then covered him with a blanket. She texted Gilly and EZ, letting them know they made it inside unscathed. She climbed into bed and tried to sleep but her mind was still going a mile a minute. Last she knew, Celia and Letty were living in Fresno and Coco’s only contact with his mother was when she needed money. She tossed and turned for a while until she fell into a very uneasy sleep.

She woke up alone with even more questions and even less answers. She heard movement in the kitchen and decided to let him come to her. She was checking her phone when the bedroom door opened to reveal Coco with a mug in his hand, showered and in different clothes.

“I wanted to let you sleep,” he explained and set the mug down on her nightstand.

“Thanks,” she sat up slowly, putting her phone down in favor of the coffee.

He sat on the side of the bed by her legs, “I made it the way you like.”

She nodded and took a sip, “Hungover?”

“Pretty bad one,” he smiled softly, “Guess I deserve it.”

“At least,” she murmured, taking another sip.

“Good?” he checked, motioning the mug. She nodded, “Look, ma. Yesterday was fucked. And that's on me, you know? You were right, you didn’t do shit but I took it out on you anyway. I’m sorry for that.”

She set the coffee down to tie her long hair up in a messy bun, “Thank you for apologizing but I still have a million questions.”

Beeping from the kitchen sounded faintly, “I gotta get that, I cooked you breakfast,” he stood up, “You wanna come eat? I’ll answer your questions.”

“I’ll be there in a few minutes,” she agreed.

He went to the door but paused, turning back around, “Can I kiss you or am I still in the doghouse?”

She couldn’t help smiling at his serious face, eyes wide and sad. She crooked a finger at him and he darted across the room, pressing a few hard kisses to her lips.

Coco headed back to the kitchen, taking a steadying breath as he fixed her a plate. His military training still had him up early, long night or not. He woke up on the couch alone, still dressed with a bucket on the floor. Memories of the previous day and night flooded back to him and he knew he needed to stop wallowing and talk to his partner. She was his queen. She always accepted, never judged and matched his energy effortlessly. She deserved better than how he treated her, which is how he found himself buying a bouquet of flowers at 7:30 in the morning, the cashier smirking knowingly. He cooked her favorite breakfast, texting apologies to his brothers when he had a free second. 

She joined him a few minutes later, sitting down with her coffee mug. He set their plates down, “How’d I do?” he asked.

“So far, you’re going in the right direction,” she admitted, taking a few bites, “This is actually perfect. You buy this?” she joked.

Coco laughed, “Damn, alright. I deserved that,” he lit a blunt, “So…the club and I were talking to Louie the other day and he told me he made a movie with my little sister but he didn’t know till she came back all pissed off about money.”

She frowned, “Shit. So it’s too late to stop it?”

“Already uploaded,” he murmured, letting the smoke out, “I saw the little picture thing. The thumbnail.”

“Coco,” her face softened, “Why?”

He shrugged, “I guess I was hoping he got it wrong, you know? Even though she threatened him with the club.”

“I guess he didn’t,” she took a drag of the blunt when he passed it over.

“It’s her. Remember when I got back late the other day? I found Celia on the corner,” he admitted, “Told her to arrange a meeting. I met them at a diner yesterday afternoon. Celia told Letty I’m her dad and she ran off with a trucker. I uh…I don’t know where she is.”

She set the blunt in the ashtray, “Baby…”

Coco shook his head, “Club shit went a little weird yesterday. Took much longer than we thought. I was so in my own head that time just got away from me. I know that’s a shit excuse but…”

She took another bite, “And the drinking?”

He leaned back in his chair, pushing his food around with his fork, “I was gonna have one and come home. It was like my brain shut off. Next thing I knew, I was throwing up on the stairs.”

“That’s heavy,” she held her hand out across the table, “You don’t need to deal alone anymore, my love. You know that.”

“I know, I know,” he squeezed her hand, kissing her knuckles, “I just…it’s Celia.”

She nodded, knowing his mom was one of his biggest issues, “So…we getting a bigger place?”

His eyes widened, “What?”

She stroked his hand with her thumb, “We don’t have a spare room for Letty, she’s what, 16? We aren’t gonna bring her here just to have her sleep on the couch.”

She barely had the sentence out before he kissed her with bruising pressure, holding her cheeks as she whimpered. They were breathless when he broke the kiss, their lips still brushing together.

“Why are you so fucking good to me?” he whispered, “I don’t deserve it. Especially after last night.”

“I’m good to you because we’re in this together,” she licked her lips, smirking when his eyes fluttered closed at the feel of her tongue, “And because you’re taking the day off to make it up to me. That’s not a request.”

A devilish smirk crossed his lips, “Does that mean I get to eat your pussy all day?”

Her eyes lit up, “I mean…at least.”

She laughed as he carried her over his shoulder back to their room, tugging her shorts down her legs and leaving them in the hall as the bedroom door slammed closed.

“Taking advantage while you can?” she joked as her back hit the mattress. Coco crawled over her, pushing her shirt up and kissing the skin he exposed before helping her out of her shirt, kissing her hungrily. She wrapped her legs around his, pressing closer to him. He groaned as he ran a hand down her side, slipping his fingers between her legs. She gasped, her hips rolling as he touched her. He kissed back down her arching body, his tongue and fingers moving slow and deliberate. Coco smirked when he sucked harder, his tongue speeding up on her clit. He loved eating pussy but there was something about hers that made him feel insatiable. Her taste, her smell, the needy sounds she made when she got closer. Her long nails were scraping his skin as she gripped his hair, moans getting louder as she fell over the edge. Hearing her cry his name over and over like a prayer had him grinding against the bed as he brought her over a second time. He looked up to see her trembling, her chest heaving as she collapsed back on the bed.

“So that was one?” he smirked, licking his glistening lips as she laughed. He didn’t wait for an answer before lowering his head between her legs.

[justinmitchellfan26]

Part 101 of the mercariana/ MERCMAIA love story with tons of smut warning ⚠️ of mercedes varnado grande X Ariana grande and mercedes varnado grande X maia Valencia of the mercmaia love story

The same day of July 22 of 2046 as mercedes finished texting tayo ricci as she and her girlfriend are going to pick up Nikki Minaj and mercedes pornstar friends " I had a text message from tayo ricci baby says mercedes as maia is driving towards Nikki Minajs house " what did he say baby girl says maia " he, his wife and eduard martirosyan want to hang out with us on July 27 and he made reservations at a restaurant baby says mercedes " what's his wife's name and did he make the reservation before he messaged you baby girl says maia as she drives towards Nikki Minajs house " I don't know his wife's name and I'll have to ask him by sending him another text babe says mercedes as she gets back in her phone and she sends tayo ricci another text message

Mercedes: I forgot to ask you a few things tayo

Tayo ricci: I have 10 minutes to talk to you before I help my wife cook food mercedes

Mercedes: it'll take less than a minute before you help your wife cook food and I wanted to ask what's is your wife's name by the way and are you related to your wife

Tayo ricci: my wife's name is scarlet vas and she's my stepsister cause my mom married her dad

Mercedes: what does your wife look like cause I'm curious

Tayo ricci: here's a Pic of what my wife looks like

Tayo ricci sends a Pic of what his wife scarlet vas looks like to mercedes

Tayo ricci: what do you think of the pic of my wife mercedes

Mercedes: your wife is so very sexy and so very gorgeous and I mean that as a compliment by the way

Tayo ricci: I know you meant it as a compliment and what else did you want to ask me about

Mercedes: did you make reservations at a restaurant for July 27 before you sent me a text message

Tayo ricci: me and my wife made the reservations cause she also wanted to meet you and your girlfriend as well

Mercedes: tell your wife I look forward to meeting her in a few days and I don't mean that in a sexual way

Tayo ricci: I know what you meant and I'll tell my wife, see you and your girlfriend in a few days

Mercedes: same to you and your wife and your friend eduard martirosyan

And mercedes ends the text message with tayo ricci for a second time and she puts her phone back in her pocket " did he tell you what his wife's name is baby girl says maia " yes and his wife's name is scarlet vas and apparently they are stepbrother amd stepsisters baby says mercedes " are they related baby girl says maia " no, apparently his mom married her father amd I assume scarlet vas fell in love with tayo ricci and she is looking forward to meeting us on the July 27 baby says mercedes " we both look forward to meeting her in a few days baby girl says maia " that and both him and his wife made the reservations before he sent me a text message baby says mercedes " and are we almost to Nikki Minajs house baby says mercedes

Then minutes later as mercedes finds the the two Pics on her phone as maia pulled into Nikki Minajs driveway and she honks the horn to let them know that they are here as mercedes shows her girlfriend the two pics

" I want either these two tattoos on the front of my neck snd which tattoo do you think I should get on the front of my neck baby says mercedes as she asks her girlfriend " I think you should show your usual tattoo artist Ashley Parker the first tattoo and any other tattoos you want to get which you'll have 100 tattoos on your body baby girl says maia " then the first tattoopic it is and I'll get a Picture tattoo on my leg of my best friends wife next to the tattoo of my friend Rachel cook baby says mercedes and a few seconds later as Nikki Minaj and her girlfriend janet jackson come out the door and janet jackson locks the door and they both head to the suv and a few seconds later as they get in the car as Janet jackson sits in her girlfriends lap " I thought you lived in separate houses from your girlfriend Janet jackson says mercedes

" actually I asked my girlfriend to move in with me about 2 or 3 months ago and my girlfriend lives with me now and hey baby daddy says Nikki Minaj " hey Nikki Minaj says maia " are you going to pick up other celebrity friends maia says Janet jackson " actually me and my girlfriend are going to pick up my pornstar friends and the other two who are cosplayers that cosplay in costumes will meet us at the basketball game and my girlfriends personal driver is picking up our other celebrity friends says mercedes " let me guess, Rachel cook and her wife Anna lisa Christiane says Janet jackson " also riley reid, Leah gotti and lena Paul as well and they'll sit in the back and also we have time to go to the tattoo parlor cause the basketball game doesn't usually start till 4pm baby says mercedes

" that's right and you'll have to tell me where Rachel cooks house is cause you know where she lives baby girl says maia " her house is right down the road a couple blocks from where we're at baby says mercedes as maia pulls out of the driveway and she goes towards Rachel cooks house " can I ask you a question baby daddy says Nikki Minaj " what's your question Nikki Minaj says maia " which team is your brother lamelo ball playing against in tonight's basketball game baby daddy says Nikki Minaj " my brother and his Charlotte hornets basketball team are playing against LeBron James amd his team the la Lakers says maia " do you have a favorite basketball team boo says mercedes " my favorite basketball team is the Phoenix suns says Nikki Minaj

" mine is the Sacramento kings and you don't have a problem with that don't you baby says Janet jackson " I don't have a problem with that honey says Nikki Minaj as she gives her girlfriend a kiss on the lips then about half an hour later as maia arrives at Rachel cooks house as it is 10am and maia pulls into Rachel cooks driveway and maia puts the car in park and she honks the horn once again and then Rachel cook, her wife Anna lisa Christiane and her friends riley reid, Leah gotti and lena Paul come out the door and Rachel cooks wife Anna lisa Christiane closes abs locks their door amd they all head towards the suv and a couple minutes later as they get in the suv and a few seconds later as maia leaves the driveway and she heads towards the tattoo parlor " hey my name is Janet jackson and this is my girlfriend Nikki says janet jackson

As she sticks her hands out towards Rachel cook, anna lisa christiane, riley reid, Leah gotti and lena Paul and they all shake janet Jackson's hand " I'm Rachel cook and this is my wife Anna lisa Christiane and my friends riley reid, Leah gotti and lena Paul says Rachel cook " you guys are such a cute couple says riley reid " thanks for the compliment says Nikki Minaj " you're welcome says riley ried " what do you do for a living says maia " I'm a professional pornstar so check out the pornhub website that I do a lot with people that upload very inappropriate videos on that website says riley ried " we're all professional pornstars except for Rachel cooks wife says Leah gotti " so what tattoos are you getting mercedes says lena Paul

" I'm getting a neck tattoo added to the front of my neck and a fully body tattoo of Rachel cooks wife added to my leg next to the Rachel cook tattoo on my leg says mercedes " are you thinking about getting any more tattoos added to your body baby daddy says Nikki Minaj " I'll get more tattoos added to my body soon but I'm fine with the tattoos I have on my body for now Nikki says maia " oh and it's nice to see you again anna says mercedes " same to you mercedes and this is your girlfriend who's driving the car to the tattoo parlor and who's your usual tattoo artist says Anna lisa Christiane " my usual tattoo artist is Ashley Parker and she knows me and my girlfriend cause we go to the tattoo parlor where she works at more often than usual says mercedes

" how much do you pay her for the tattoos that you get mercedes says Leah gotti " usually about 90 to 150$ cause the tattoos are usually expensive and the tattoo I'm going to get will be on my neck and let me show you the Pic of the neck tattoo that I'll get on my entire front neck and will you love the tattoo that I'll get on my neck baby says mercedes " you know I always admire all of your tattoos even during sex so yes I always love the tattoos that you get on your very sexy body baby girl says maia " I love the way you complimented my very sexy body and my body will always belong to you and you only babe says mercedes " you got that right baby girl says maia " how much do you love being called baby girl by your girlfriend mercedes says lena Paul

" I love being called baby girl by my girlfriend so much and that's why I have the tattoo writing of the word baby girl in the middle where both of my hips are lena Paul says mercedes " what about when you and your girlfriend make love and how often do you and your girlfriend make love mercedes says Leah gotti " me and my girlfriend make love almost every day and I fucking love it when she calls me slut, whore, mommy and ho which she call me that much don't you baby says mercedes " that's right baby girl, I'm used to calling you slut, whore and mommy during sex baby girl says maia " what do you call your girlfriend during love making mercedes says riley ried " I call my girlfriend papi or daddy during our love making session and I love calling my girlfriend those two words

" I hundred percent love being called papi or daddy by you baby girl says maia " how is cheating on your wife going mercedes says Leah gotti " good and my wife doesn't even know that I'm cheating on her with my girlfriend Leah gotti says mercedes " where's your wife at now by the way says lena Paul " she's currently about to go on tour in a few days and you know my girlfriend doesn't like it when i talk about my wife Lena Paul says mercedes " my girlfriend has a point about me not liking her talk about her wife in front of me says maia " do you mind if I ask your girlfriend a few questions about her wife real quick with your permission maia says riley ried " go ahead riley reid says maia

" were you in love with your wife before you met your girlfriend at the bowling alley says riley ried " I was in love with my wife before I met my girlfriend at the bowling alley riley says mercedes " is your wife your true love or is your girlfriend your true love now says riley ried " my wife used to be my true love until I met the new live of my life which Is my girlfriend and that's why I work at the strip club to make love to my girlfriend in the private room says mercedes " wait when did you get a job as a stripper mercedes says Leah gotti " before I showed up in aew Leah gotti says mercedes " i have a question says Anna lisa Christiane " is the question for me or for my girlfriend says mercedes " it's for you and your girlfriend says Anna lisa Christiane " can I ask the question babe says Rachel cook " go ahead baby says Anna lisa Christiane

" have you and your girlfriend ever taken a lie detector test bestie says Rachel cook " no, me and my girlfriend has never taken a lie detector test and I don't plan on taking one any time soon bestie says mercedes as she gets a text message from the host of the YouTube channel first we feast " looks like Sean Evans sent me a text message and I'll answer some more of your questions in a bit guys says mercedes

Sean Evans: hey mercedes how have you been

Mercedes: I'm good and how are you Sean Evans

Sean Evans: good and it's been a while since you last did the hot ones first we feast a long time ago

Mercedes: I've been thinking about coming back onto the hot ones again and how about i come back in two months in new York

Sean evans: i would love to have you back again on the hot ones first we feast and your wife already did the hot ones and two months is fine with me

Mercedes: do you mind if I bring my girlfriend with me to the hot ones set

Sean Evans: i assume you're cheating on your wife with your girlfriend and you don't regret cheating on your wife and yes you can bring your girlfriend with you and what is your girlfriends name

Mercedes: my girlfriends name is maia Valencia and she's the love of my life now and I'll see you in two months on the hot ones set

And mercedes ends the text message with Sean Evans the host of the hot ones first we feast and she puts her phone back in her pocket " what did Sean Evans say baby girl says maia " he would love to have me back on his first we feast hot ones set like it was the last time I was on the hot ones baby says mercedes " do you want me to come with you to the hot ones set baby girl says maia " yes and I know you don't like spicy food but I do baby says mercedes " you got that right baby girl says maia " why don't you like spicy food baby daddy says Nikki Minaj " spicy food makes me gassy and gives me diarrhea Nikki says maia " is there anyone that don't like spicy food says mercedes " me and my girlfriend rarely eat spicy food isn't that right baby says janet jackson

" that's right baby says Nikki Minaj " why do you call maia baby daddy Nikki Minaj says lena Paul " i just like calling maia baby daddy and you don't have a problem with me calling you baby daddy right maia says Nikki Minaj " i don't have a problem with you calling me baby daddy Nikki says maia " you were suprised at first when Nikki Minaj first called you baby daddy babe says mercedes " i remember being called baby daddy for the first time by Nikki Minaj baby girl says maia " what about when my girlfriend sat on your lap at your birthday party when your girlfriend want you to wear the speedo maia says janet jackson " your girlfriend tried to make me risk it but i would never do that with my girlfriend cause I'm very loyal to my girlfriend janet says maia

" I wasn't going to make you risk it with me cause I know you would never break your girlfriends heart baby daddy says Nikki Minaj " I know Nikki says maia " I have one more question about your wife mercedes says riley reid " riley, you know mercedes girlfriend doesn't like it when she talks about her wife says Leah gotti " I'll allow to ask my girlfriend one more question about her wife Leah says maia " what is your last question about my wife riley reid says mercedes " how many albums does your wife have mercedes says riley ried " about 7 and half of her albums are about me but the albums that girlfriend have done are about me except for a couple songs that are about her biological father Harry styles says mercedes

" has your biological father ever paid you an unexpected visit maia says lena Paul " no he hasn't and because of what he put me through when I was a kid so if he ever paid me a visit, I would be shocked and angry says maia " sorry you had to go through what he put you through as a kid maia says riley ried " did you ever date anyone else or just your girlfriend says lena Paul " i dated 4 people, I have an ex boyfriend and 3 ex girlfriend says maia " what are their names says Leah gotti " i don't remember theor names says maia " by the way, how far are we from the tattoo parlor baby says mercedes " we're about half an hour away from the tattoo parlor baby girl says maia " I love you so much baby says mercedes " i love you very much too baby girl says maia and mercedes leans over and she gives her girlfriend a very quick kiss on the lips

Then half an hour later as they arrive at the tattoo parlor and maia parks next to the curb " by the way how many tattoos do you have on your body mercedes says Leah gotti " I have 98 tattoos on my body and I'm about to add two more to my body and that will make 100 tattoos on my body says mercedes " damn, that is a lot of tattoos says riley ried as they all get out of the suv and they head towards the entrance of the tattoo parlor and they enter the tattoo parlor " hey mercedes, how are you and your girlfriend and who are these people behind you says Ashley Parker " me and my girlfriend are good and this is Nikki Minaj and her girlfriend janet jackson and the ones to my left is Rachel cook and her wife Anna lisa Christiane and their friends riley reid, Leah gotti and lena Paul and they are pornstars says mercedes

" nice to meet you guys says Ashley Parker " nice to meet you too says the others " when you get of work, tell your wife i said hi says mercedes " i will and what tattoos will you be getting and I assume you have two pics for me to add the tattoo of to your body says Ashley Parker " i do and here are the pics I want as tattoos on my body says mercedes as she shows the pics to Ashley Parker

" I want the first tattoo to be added on my front neck and the recent Pic of Rachel cooks wife added to my leg next to the Rachel cook tattoo says mercedes and about a couple seconds later as mercedes is laying in the chair " once you're done getting the tattoos added to your body, I want to finish my right arm half sleeve tattoo baby girl says maia " then you'll have to show the pics that you want as tattoos added to your body baby says mercedes " show me the pics that you want me to add to your body love after I added the tattoos that your girlfriend has requested to be added on her body says Ashley Parker " here are the pics to be added as tattoos to me says maia as she shows the pics to Ashley Parker

And maia also shows the last two pics to Ashley Parker as well " you'll have 43 tattoos added to your body and i'II get to you after I do the tattoos your girlfriend has requested to be added on her body love says Ashley parker " okay, I'll sit and wait and how long will take to added the tattoos that my girlfriend requested to be added on her body says maia

"the two tattoos that your girlfriend wanted is 50$ and the 7 tattoos that you want is 130$ so about 180$ for all the tattoos says ashley Parker and maia grabs her wallet from her black pants pocket and she takes out 180$ and she puts the money next to the register "I'I be paying for the tattoos earlier and here's an extra 100$ for you Ashley parker as she adds the extra hundred as well " i appreciate you for doing that and you smd your girlfriend are always welcome in this tattoo parlor cause you treat me like family don't you says Ashley Parker " yes and how about you and your wife go out on a double date with me and my girlfriend this Sunday says maia

"I'Il have to Ask my wife when I close in a few hours and 1'1I see what my wife says about us going on a double date with you and your girlfriend says Ashley Parker as she still continues to do the neck tattoo on mercedes front neck and about 2 and a half hours later as it is now 12:30pm as Ashley Parker has added the tattoo on mercedes leg and she pushes the button to make the chair go back to its position and minutes later as maia changes her answer yo ashley Parker " got it and you want to finish your half sleeve tattoo on your right arm correct says ashley Parker as mercedes gets out of the chair and she goes towards the mirror and checks out the brand new tattoo on her front neck and the new tattoo next to the Rachel cook tattoo on her right leg as she now has 100 tattoos on her body

and amd she turns her attention to her girlfriend as she goes towards her girlfriend " what do you think of the tattoo on the front of my neck baby says mercedes " i think you look so very sexy and very hot with tattoos on your body baby girl says maia as she gives her girlfriend a sweet and loving kiss on the lips and mercedes pulls away from the kiss " you didn't need to lie about your brothers coming to this tattoo parlor baby says mercedes " i can't even lie to you or in front of you can I baby girl says maia " that's right and you know I lie to my wife all the time and she can't tell if I'm lying or when I'm telling the truth baby says mercedes " yeah but how did you know that i lied baby girl says maia

" first, you know your brothers are busy with basketball and their family amd second, why would they get tattoos that they already have baby says mercedes " and what tattoos are you going to get to halfway finish your right arm half sleeve tattoo baby says mercedes " here are the three pics of tattoos that I want added to my right arm half sleeve tattoo baby girl says maia as she shows her girlfriend the pics

" then get those tattoos added to your half sleeve tattoo on your right arm and you'll have 39 tattoos baby says mercedes as she watches her girlfriend go over towards the chair and maia sits in the chair as Ashley Parker goes towards maias half sleeve tattoo on her right arm and mercedes goes towards the mirror and she takes her phone out and she lifts up her head and she takes a picture of her front neck tattoo and then she logs onto her Instagram account and she posts the picture of her neck tattoo with the caption " I love the tattoo on the front of my neck" and mercedes posts the picture and she gets tons of likes and tweets on her post and she logs out of Instagram and she puts her phone back in her pocket and she turns her attention to her girlfriend and Ashley Parker who is adding the first tattoo on maias half sleeve tattoo on maias right arm

" what's your wife's phone number so I can tell her about the double date Ashley says mercedes and Ashley Parker gives her wife's phone number to mercedes as mercedes types in the phone number and then mercedes gives Ashley Parkers wife a call " what's your wife's name again Ashley says mercedes " my wife's name is Sarah Parker says Ashley Parker and Sarah Parker answers the call " who is this says Sarah Parker " this is mercedes and I always tell her to tell you that I say hi says mercedes " i remember that and what are you calling about says Sarah Parker " I called you to ask you if you and your wife want to go out on a double date with me and my girlfriend on Sunday 28 at a restaurant says mercedes

" i would love to go out on a double date with you and your girlfriend and tell my wife that the double date is set for July 28 and I'll make the reservation says Sarah Parker " I'll tell your wife that the double date is set for July 28 and both me and my girlfriend will see you and your wife on Sunday says mercedes " see you and your girlfriend this Sunday says Sarah Parker and mercedes ends the call with Ashley Parkers wife and she puts her phone back in her pocket a third time and she turns her attention to her girlfriend as the first tattoo has been added and Ashley Parker gets started on adding the second tattoo to the half sleeve tattoo " your wife has agreed to the double date this Sunday on July 28 says mercedes " is my wife going to make the reservation for a restaurant this Sunday says Ashley Parker

" yes, your wife will be making the reservation and she looks forward to meeting me and my girlfriend and after you add the final two tattoos to my girlfriends half sleeve tattoo, we'll head to the basketball game where our other celebrity friends and my brother, my sister in law, my mom and my cousin will be waiting for us to arrive and I'll introduce my girlfriend to my mom and my cousin snoop Dogg says mercedes " is your cousin snoop Dogg a rapper baby girl says maia " yes my cousin snoop Dogg is a rapper and he also smokes weed meaning cigarettes baby says mercedes " does your mom smoke baby girl says maia " no, my mom does not smoke and I'm sure my mom will love you and approve of you dating me baby says mercedes

" what about your cousin baby girl says maia " he'll take a liking to you, I'm sure of that baby says mercedes and then about an hour later as it is now 1:22pm as the last two tattoos have been added to maias half sleeve tattoo on her right arm " what do you think baby girl says maia " I think the tattoos on your half sleeve tattoo are cute baby says mercedes as she gives her girlfriend a kiss on the lips and maia kisses back " I love you babe says mercedes " i love you too baby girl says maia " let's head to the basketball game and we'll see you and your wife on Sunday Ashley says mercedes " looking forward to the double date on Sunday says Ashley Parker and they all exit the tattoo parlor and they head towards the suv and they get back in the suv and janet jackson sits back in her girlfriends lap

And maia puts the car key in the ignition and she starts the car and she pulls away from the tattoo parlor and she drives towards the basketball game and then 2 hours later as they arrive at the building of the basketball game and maia pulls into the parking spot and she puts the car in park and she turns the car off as it is now 3pm as the basketball game starts in an hour and they all take their seatbelts off and they get out of the car " can I ask you a question baby girl says maia " what do you want to ask me baby says mercedes " what kind of car does your mom drive baby girl says maia " my mom drives a red sedan and my cousin snoop Dogg drives a Lamborghini babe says mercedes " is that their cars over their baby girl says maia and mercedes looks over at the two cars

" yes that's their cars baby says mercedes as they all head towards the entrance of the building where the others are waiting and they all enter the building and they join the others who are waiting and both maia and her girlfriend mercedes go towards Judith " hey mom says mercedes " hey sweetie says Judith as she gives her daughter a hug and mercedes hugs back " who's this lovely person you have with you sweetheart says Judith " this is my girlfriend maia Valencia mom says mercedes " nice to meet you maia says Judith " nice too meet you too ma'am says maia " I assume you love your girlfriend more than your wife right sweetheart says Judith " I do and ever since I met my girlfriend, I just want to be with her instead of my wife mom says mercedes

" I'm sure you'll divorce your wife in a few years and marry your girlfriend sweetheart says Judith " do you approve of my girlfriend dating me mom says mercedes " i do and i can see that she's very loyal and will never break your heart honey says Judith " that's right ma'am cause I love my girlfriend too much to break her heart and I fully satisfy my girlfriend to the fullest says maia and snoop Dogg joins them " hey mercedes, how you doing says snoop Dogg " hey snoop Dogg and I'm fine and how are you doing says mercedes " I'm good and I assume this is your girlfriend says snoop Dogg " yes this is my girlfriend cuz says mercedes " my name is snoop Dogg says snoop Dogg as he sticks his hand out to maia

And maia shakes his hand " nice to meet you , my name is maia Valencia says maia " what do you do for a living says Judith " I'm a aew wrestler and I'm also a singer ma'am says mercedes " i like this girl cuz and how many albums have you done says snoop Dogg " I've done two albums so far and I plan to do a third album soon and In a few days I'm going to do my own version of the dangerous woman song in my music video says maia " I never heard you sing, do you mind if I come to watch you sing in your music video in a few days says Judith and mercedes tells her mom the location of the music video " I'll be there at the location of your girlfriends music video and what date is the music video that your girlfriend will do sweetheart says Judith

" my girlfriend will do her music video on July 24 and also both me and my girlfriend are going on a double date with Ashley Parker and Sarah Parker on July 28 at a restaurant mom says mercedes " who is Ashley Parker says Judith " she's our tattoo artist who works at the tattoo parlor and she gives us the tattoos that we want added to our body ma'am and my girlfriend now has a hundred tattoos on her body says maia " what do you think of the tattoo on my neck mom says mercedes as she lifts up her head as she shows her front neck tattoo to her mom " that tattoo on your neck is very gorgeous sweetheart says Judith " thanks for the compliment mom says mercedes " you're welcome sweetheart and whose basketball game are we watching says Judith

" we are watching my brother lamelo balls basketball game as him and his teammates play against LeBron James and his la Lakers basketball team ma'am says maia " are both of your brothers basketball players and how often do you and my daughter make love maia says Judith " both of my brother's are basketball players ma'am and both me and my girlfriend make love almost everyday ma'am says maia " I give you a break from sex every now and then babe says mercedes " yeah but sometimes you hardly give me a break from having sex with you baby girl says maia " true but you know how I get when I'm near you baby says mercedes " i know how you get with me baby girl says maia " do you like being called baby girl by your girlfriend cuz says snoop Dogg

" oh i absolutely fucking love being called baby girl by my girlfriend and excuse my language mom says mercedes " you are a grown woman and you cuss sometimes sweetie says Judith " i know I'm a grown woman mom but I rarely cuss says mercedes " baby girl, you cuss a lot when we make love all the time says maia " I do that a lot during sex with you baby says mercedes " i have a question for you maia says Judith as they head towards the basketball court area to their seats " what is your question ma'am says maia " you mentioned two albums, are all the songs about your girlfriend says Judith " yes almost all the songs are about my girlfriend and the music video that I'm doing in a few days with my girlfriend and my girlfriend wants to be very hands down with her in my music video ma'am says maia

" what do you mean except for a couple songs says Judith " 2 or 3 songs are about my biological father ma'am says maia " who is your biological father maia says Judith " my biological fathers name is Harry styles and he left because of what he put me through as a kid ma'am says maia " did you know Harry styles was your girlfriends biological father at first sweetheart says Judith " not at first when I met him at one of the awards shows with my wife and he never told me that my girlfriend was his daughter until my girlfriend told me that Harry styles is her biological father mom says mercedes " where is your biological father now honey says Judith " with his new wife and kids and I have a stepfather and he's nice to me and my mom and my siblings ma'am says maia and Nikki Minaj joins their conversation

" what would you do if your biological father paid you a visit baby daddy says Nikki Minaj " do you let your friend call your girlfriend baby daddy sweetie says Judith " that's my girlfriends nickname for her mom and Nikki Minaj calling my girlfriend baby daddy is something that I allow Nikki to call my girlfriend that mom says mercedes " what about when you and your girlfriend make love during sex says mercedes " i call my girlfriend papi or daddy when both me and her make love mom says mercedes " what do you call your girlfriend whenever you two make love maia says Judith " mommy, whore, slut and ho but I hardly even use the word ho, just the other three words ma'am and to answer your question Nikki, I would be shocked and angry if my biological father paid me a visit at some point Nikki says maia

" I have a question for you ma'am says maia as the reach the courtside seats and everyone takes a seat in their chair as mercedes sits next to her girlfriend " ask me your question maia says Judith " this is a personal question for you ma'am says maia " always calling me ma'am, you know you can call me Judith cause you'll be part of the family in six years once my daughter divorces her wife and marries you maia says Judith " i told you that my mom loves you babe says mercedes " i got that baby girl says maia " and do you mind if I call you Judith ma'am says maia " you can call me Judith maia and how's work at the strip club sweetheart says Judith " work at the strip club is good and I got to work on the 25th and the 26th if I'm not too busy with aew mom says mercedes

" how much money do you make at the strip club honey says Judith " i make 8,000$ dollars an hour and I get paid by my boss this Friday mom says mercedes " who is your boss honey says Judith " my boss is denise richards mom and she owns every strip club in the United States says mercedes " that's good and has your girlfriend ever caught you lying maia says Judith " i tried to lie back at the tattoo parlor but my girlfriend caught onto my lie and I can never lie in front of my girlfriend Judith says maia " you know not to lie in front of me and I'm also listening to the conversation you are having with my mom babe says mercedes " i know baby girl says maia " I have a couple questions to ask you maia says Judith

" what are the questions that you want to ask me Judith says maia as mercedes holds her girlfriends hand as she listens to the conversation " how old were you when you first debuted at aew dynamite maia says Judith " I was 19 or 20 years old when I first debuted at aew dynamite Judith says maia " who was your first opponent when you made your debut match maia says Judith " my first opponent during my very first debut match was against Athena says maia " how long did it take you to become the tbs champion amd what's your in ring name says Judith " it took me ten weeks to become the tbs champion and my in ring name is Elektra and on the 9th week, I beat red velvet to become the number one contender for the tbs championship says maia " how long have you been the tbs champion says Judith

As both basketball teams come out to the basketball court " I've been the tbs champion for 15,000 days Judith says maia " wait, who did you beat to become the tbs champion baby says mercedes " i beat jade Cargill to become the tbs champion baby girl says maia " did you break her undefeated streak when you beat her to become the tbs champion baby says mercedes " yes, I broke her undefeated streak when I beat her to become the tbs champion baby girl says maia " how often do you hang out with your friends in our shared locker room when I'm working at the strip club part time baby says mercedes " i hang out with my aew friends every now and then in our shared locker room baby girl says maia

" what are the names of your friends that you hang out with in the locker room that you share with your girlfriend maia says Judith " Julia hart, Brody King, malikai black, mjf, Keith Lee, swerve Strickland, Brian Danielson, Christian cage and nick Wayne are the ones who i hang out with in my locker room that I share with my girlfriend Judith says maia " instructing and sweetie I have a question for you says Judith " what is your question mom says mercedes " would you allow other girls or your friends to taste your girlfriends dick sweetheart says Judith " they will not be allowed to taste my girlfriends dick, I'm the only one that can taste my girlfriends dick mom says mercedes " what about of they ask you permission baby girl says maia

" if they ask me permission, my answer will still be no cause I'm the only one that's allowed to taste you and I will not share you with anyone baby says mercedes " what about touching, looking and stroking me baby girl says maia " no, they are not allowed to look at it, touch it or stroke it, I'm the only one that can look, touch and stroke you babe says mercedes " what about siting on your girlfriends bulge mercedes says Nikki Minaj " well i did allow you to to do that back at my girlfriends birthday pool party but I'm the only one that can sit on my girlfriends bulge Nikki says mercedes " i was having fun back at your girlfriends birthday pool party boo says Nikki Minaj

" i know you were just having fun and you did have a few drinks back at my girlfriends birthday pool party Nikki and I kind of want to sit on your lap now baby says mercedes " if you want to sit on my lap then sit on my lap baby girl says maia and mercedes gets on her girlfriends lap and maia wraps her arms around her girlfriends waist and they both give each other a kiss on the lips " how much do you love to sit on your lap sweetie says Judith " I love sitting on my girlfriends lap a lot mom says mercedes as they continue to watch the basketball game as the Charlotte hornets have 40 points and the la Lakers have 15 points " do you mind if I ask you a few questions sweetie while we watch the basketball game says Judith " what are your questions mom says mercedes

" these are personal questions that I'm about to ask you honey says Judith " I don't mind answering your questions mom says mercedes " if that's what you want then I'll ask you a few personal questions amd promise me that you wont get all defensive on your mother honey says Judith " I promise I won't get defensive on you mom says mercedes " do you always posts nude pics of yourself on your Instagram account including nude pics of you and your girlfriend honey says Judith " just nude pics and non nude pics if myself on my Instagram account amd I post nude pics of me amd my girlfriend on x mom cause I know my wife doesn't have an x account says mercedes " do you regret cheating on your wife with your girlfriend honey says Judith

" I do not regret cheating on my wife with my girlfriend one bit mom says mercedes as she wraps her arms around her girlfriends neck and she gives her girlfriend a kiss on the cheek making maia smile " you love to make each other smile a lot don't you guys says Judith " I do anything and I mean anything to keep your daughter happy Judith says maia " you always make me happy even when I'm with you or when we make love even kissing you makes me happy baby says mercedes " and you love it when I make you happy all the time baby girl says maia " you got that right baby says mercedes " do you have an onlyfans account honey says Judith

" I have an onlyfans account and when me and my girlfriend head back to her place after the basketball game and after we drop off our friends back at theor house, I'll go live on my onlyfans account on my laptop in the bedroom mom says mercedes " how often do you go live on your onlyfans sweetie says Judith " I go live on my onlyfans account every now and then mom and why do you ask if I go live on my onlyfans mom says mercedes " i may watch your live onlyfans and see what you do on your live onlyfans sweetie says Judith " I'll give you a text when I go live on my onlyfans from the laptop mom says mercedes " what is your onlyfans account name sweetie says Judith " it's my name mom and how did you know I had an onlyfans account mom says mercedes

" you have the link on your bio on your Instagram account honey and I did not know you had an onlyfans account at first sweetheart says Judith " well now you know that I have an onlyfans account mom says mercedes " one more question, when you two get married, are you two going to have kids or no says Judith " when me and my girlfriend get married ,we'll have kids after we've been married for a while and my girlfriend doesn't mind waiting 6 more years to get married to me once I divorce my wife mom and also my girlfriend doesn't like it when I talk about my wife mom says mercedes " do you not like it when your girlfriend talks about her wife maia says Judith

" no I don't ma'am and i just want her to belong and only belong to me and me only Judith says maia " babe, don't worry, in 6 years I'll be yours forever baby says mercedes amd about a couple hours later as it is 6pm as the Charlotte hornets have 150 points and the la Lakers have 70 points and they have 60 seconds left of the game " looks like your brothers team is about to win the game baby says mercedes as she stares at her girlfriend with so much love in her eyes as well as a little bit of lust in her eyes as well and maia notices her girlfriends eyes starting to turn very dark with lust " baby girl, control yourself, we're in public says maia " I know but I want you as soon as we enter your house baby says mercedes as she whispers in her girlfriends ear " you can wait a bit longer baby girl says maia

" I heard what my daughter said to you and you guys can go cause it looks like her eyes are slowly turning very dark with lust and desire and once this game is over, I can drop your friends off at their house if you want maia says Judith " do you guys mind if my girlfriends mom drops you guys off at your house says maia " we don't mind if your girlfriends mom drops us off at our house and their house baby daddy says Nikki Minaj " see you later mom says mercedes as she gives her mom a kiss on the cheek and both maia and her girlfriend get up and they head to leave the building as mercedes puts her hands on her girlfriends butt but maia grabs her girlfriends hand and moves her girlfriends hand away from her butt " keep your hands to yourself when we're in public baby girl says maia

" I'm trying to control my urge and you know how I get when i try to control my urge papi says mercedes as she whispers the last word in her girlfriends ear giving maia shivers down her spine " and you know how I get when you call me papi or daddy baby girl says maia " I love you papi says mercedes as she whispers in her slutty voice making maia get so very turned on " please stop teasing me till we get to the car baby girl says maia " I'll tease you as much as I want daddy says mercedes as she continues to whisper in her slutty voice making maia get slightly hard in her pants " please stop teasing me baby girl says maia as she begs her girlfriend to stop teasing her as they both leave the building and they head towards the suv and mercedes is all over her girlfriend

" can't you please wait till we get back to my house baby girl says maia as she starts to get even harder in her pants and mercedes slides her hand down towards her girlfriends very hard bulge and maia grabs her girlfriends hand as they arrive at the suv " we're still in public baby girl says maia " I don't care that we're in public, i just want you right now papi says mercedes as her eyes are now so very dark with lust and desire as she watches her girlfriend unlock the car with the car keys and maia unlocks the car and they both get in the car as mercedes gets on her knees in the passenger seat and they both close the car doors and maia notices that her girlfriend is on her knees on the seat

" are you really going to give me a blowjob on the way back to my place baby girl says maia " I'm going to give you a blowjob and you can't stop me cause I don't want to control my urge anymore papi says mercedes as maia starts the car and she pulls away from the building and she heads back to the house as mercedes unbuttons and unzips her girlfriends pants

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Blue's Rose - Chapter 17 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Boys Will Question

Blue Cavanaugh & Kulap 'Kool' Somboon

"Hey," Blue responded, his eyes skimming over Kool in rapid inspection, lingering a few seconds longer than was probably necessary on his face.

Though he had received Kool's text last night stating no regrets, Blue knew how things could change in the cold light of day.

He had been nervous as he waited for his arrival.

Even more so as he opened the door and stepped up into the seat.

Now inspection over, he felt he could finally relax.

Kool's eyes were reassuring, his body language convincing and his smile, it was signature, Kool.

Blue lifted his hand back over his shoulder and pulled at the seatbelt, pulling it across his body and snapping it in place.

He looked up at Kool, his eyes settling on his lips, before he straightened in his seat and looked forward.

'Cut it out,' he silently scolded himself.

Maintaining the current atmosphere was priority number one.

They could tackle other things later.

"Pink?" Blue heard Kulap say from his right.

He turned and looked at him with a frown.

"Blue," he corrected in confusion, tapping his fingers against his chest in emphasis, feeling like he was totally missing something.

Kool laughed out right at Blue's response.

His chuckles filling the car with husky warmth.

"No," he said around his laughter.

"No," he tried again, still having difficulty controlling his mirth.

"Pink," he repeated, finally controlling himself enough to explain.

"Your shirt," he elaborated, pointing his finger at Blue's polo shirt.

"You are wearing pink. You never used to wear it. As I recall you said it was for girls."

Blue rolled his eyes feeling stupid for the miscommunication.

He had been so focused on after-kiss-awkwardness, he hadn't been expecting normal every day conversation.

Especially of the kind reminding him how immature he could be.

"Well some guy," he said looking pointedly at Kool.

"Once told me that pink looked best on guys so how could it only be for girls. Of course," Blue went on to say...

"The same guy only ever wore black."

His eyes widened and his hand reached out to finger the collar of Kool's red shirt.

"Speaking of which, you're not wearing black today," he said in sudden astonishment.

He sat back away from Kool and wrapped his arms around himself making fake shivering movements.

"That scares me a little, I think."

Blue watched Kulap glance down at himself, his lips twisting.

"I was trying something different today," he mumbled, fingering the butterscotch cloth covering his thigh.

Blue stopped the shivering motions and cocked his head, watching him.

Blue had the feeling there was a more significant meaning behind his choice in clothes that Kool didn't want to discuss.

As he contemplated this, he also took the time to give Kool a once over.

He nodded his head in approval.

"These colors suit you," he complimented.

Blue watched the flush rise to Kool's cheeks and he felt oddly pleased at the response.

"So?" he finally prompted when Kool remained silent.

Kool's head whipped toward him.

"What?"

Blue opened his arms wide or as wide as he could in the front seat of the SUV.

"Is pink my color?" he asked, his hands flicking towards himself in a 'check me out' gesture.

"Looks better on me than any girl, right?" he teased, his neck and shoulders starting to make subtle sexy motions to nonexistent music inviting Kool's appreciation as well as his laughter.

He got the laughter, at least.

Whether Kool thought pink was indeed Blue's color Kool never said.

He didn't say anything.

He simply turned away, still laughing and started driving.

Blue started chuckling, too.

He felt lighter, more at ease.

They were back on steady ground.

No post-kiss discomfort in sight.

Content, Blue settled back in his seat.

"How far is," he paused.

"What is the name of the place again?"

"Khon at Sala Chalermkrung Royal Theatre," Kulap answered.

Blue grinned.

"How bout I just call it Royal Theatre," he suggested after several attempts of trying to say the name in its entirety with no discernible success.

Kulap chuckled.

"You tried," he attempted to appease Blue but Blue wasn't having it.

Kool's laughter giving away how pitiful Blue must have sounded.

He crossed his arms and turned his head to stare out the window.

"You still sulk the same, I see," Kool teased from his side of the car.

Blue didn't relax his pose or turn back to face front but he did smile.

A huge grin split his face, belying his posture.

"I feel your smile," Kool murmured.

Blue barely heard the words but his body sure felt them.

He didn't think he had ever heard anything sexier.

He relaxed his arms and slowly looked over toward Kool.

He couldn't help himself.

Kool sat facing forward, driving, a soft smile teasing at his lips.

Blue didn't think he had ever seen anything sexier either.

He turned back to face front.

He didn't want to get caught staring.

He didn't want to ruin the light playful atmosphere they had created so effortlessly either.

There was time for more serious conversation later but for right now he would enjoy this.

Blue cleared his throat.

"Um, you never answered my question," he reminded Kool.

Still facing forward he answered.

"Not much further. I got us tickets for the show at noon."

Blue nodded.

"How much do I owe you?"

That did make Kool look at him.

His face frowning.

"Why would you ask me a stupid question like that?"

"It's not," he stopped.

He had been about to say 'it's not a date' before he caught himself.

"It's not like I expect you to," he quickly changed it to.

"I don't expect you to pay for everything, you know," he finished on a grumble and it was true, Kool had paid for everything this past week.

Blue didn't want to take advantage of his generosity.

"Enough," Kool ordered.

Blue looked at him a bit taken aback.

Kool grimaced.

"You are a guest in my country," Kool tried to explain with a softer tone.

"Besides that, your parents paid for my everything while I stayed with you. Why can I not return the favor?" Blue side-eyed him.

"Great arguments if you ignore the facts that I came to 'your country' without 'your invitation,'" he said, emphasizing the 'yours' with air quotes.

"And my parents bought everything for you because you were a kid. I am an adult," he pointed, his hand sweeping down his person, highlighting his point about now being an adult.

"That makes neither of your arguments valid," he concluded looking pleased with himself.

"I am still not going to take your money," Kool simply replied.

His easy response completely destroying Blue's longwinded argument.

"I see now, how you can run a company," Blue offered grudgingly.

They both laughed.

The light chatter continued throughout the rest of the drive.

As Kool had said, they arrived at the theater in no time.

Kool and Blue exited the SUV and walked.

Blue didn't know what he had been expecting but it wasn't the beauty of the theatre before them.

It was an architectural masterpiece.

The traditional structure was eye catching.

He glanced down at himself self-consciously.

"Are you sure we're dressed okay?" he asked Kool before they entered.

Kool smiled.

"Of course. It is a Saturday matinee," he reassured Blue, holding the door for him and gesturing for him to go in.

Kulap presented the tickets and they wandered through.

They didn't say much as they walked around.

Blue was busy soaking up the traditional Thai culture and Kool seemingly happy to let Blue lead.

Eventually they made it to their seats where a rather large-scale performance played out.

The dancers beautiful in their colorful and exotic costumes.

Though very different from anything he was used to attending, Blue enjoyed every minute.

As the lights raised back up Blue glanced over at Kool and grinned.

"That was amazing."

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The Camping Trip

After a long year, it’s finally Labor Day weekend. The feeling of the fall is in the air, football season soon upon us and an enjoyable 3 day weekend from work. Craig is excited for another days rest and not to worry about anything for a few days, some time to himself. As Craig just chills on his couch and watching stories of people who he knows have fun and doing fun things. Just was content with being in for the weekend. Out of the blue, Craig’s phone lights up after getting out the shower. Craig checks his phone and sees his friend Justin texts him and says “Get your ass to Allegheny, we’re all here” 

Craig responds with “Nah, I’m good, thanks tho!” 

Justin respond almost instantly and says “Quit being a bitch…plus Chelsea will be here”

Craig’s eyes opened wide and responded “Be there in an hour”

Justin responds “Good see you soon, don’t worry about food or anything! :)”

Craig rushes to finish getting ready and pack a little bag for a few days. The whole time he was scrambling all he could think about was Chelsea. Just a girl who Craig used to have a crush on but still thinks is so beautiful. Craig was excited to spend the weekend with her and some old friends he hasn’t seen in a while. 

Craig finishes packing up a little bag and gets ready to head to his car and start the drive. The whole drive down all Craig could think of is seeing Chelsea again. 

An hour later Craig has finally arrived. Craig pulls up behind a dark colored SUV and can hear voices in the distance and the fire crackling. Craig gets out goes to the other side of the car and grabs his bag and as he starts to walk towards cabin, the drivers side door of the SUV opens and it’s Chelsea. Craig in his amazement just says “oh hey..next time kill me with door” Chelsea laughs and responds “shut up, I saw you the whole time and was trying to scare you” 

Craig responds laughing “well congrats you did a terrible job..”

Chelsea laughs.

“Let me grab your bags” Craig asks

“Oh what a gentleman, sure!” Chelsea responds

Craig goes to back and grabs Chelsea suitcase.

“Damn you just ow it’s only for a few days right? What did you pack?” Craig jokes.

“Oh shut up and carry it” Chelsea’s responds laughing

The two walk up the short little hill and come to the top and see Jenna and Justin. They greet each other. Craig asks “is this the cabin we’re all staying in?” With his bag and Chelsea’s suitcase in hand. Justin laughs and responds “well…this is where you two are staying..there was a mix up and all we could get with short notice. Jenna and I will be staying at the cabin at the end of the hill” 

They walk into the cabin to a single bed, a refrigerator and a table to eat at.  

“One bed?” Craig asks

“Looks like it.” Justin answers 

“I guess I’ll sleep in the car” Craig says.

“Why? Are you afraid to sleep in the same bed as me?” Chelsea says laughing

“Actually, yes” Craig responds

Everyone laughs. 

Craig really was scared of sleeping in the b d with Chelsea. He’s already looking at her and can’t help but think how sexy she looks, with her black and red flannel with tank top underneath and how great her boobs look in it. Also wearing the blue ripped jeans shorts and how great her ass looks in them with some cheeks hanging out. Her pale skin and dark hair with her sunglasses hanging on top of her head and those light color eyes, and luscious lips. Craig was smitten and thought she looked so sexy. 

“We’ll make it work” Chelsea says while laughing.

Justin and Jenna step out for a few as Craig and Chelsea get settled a bit. 

“Did you know about this?” Craig asked

“No, did you?” Chelsea responds 

“No, they just said you were coming, if I knew this I probably wouldn’t have come” Craig says

“Oh wow. Don’t want to spend a few nights with me?” Chelsea responds playfully as she starts to take her flannel off and her nice perky boobs just hanging out as she starts to open her suitcase.

“Uhh—-no…just that don’t want to be an inconvenience..” Craig stutters out as his eyes are glued to Chelsea’s boobs.

“No inconvenience for me, I’m fine with this, you can keep me warm during the night” Chelsea says giggling as she start to undo her shorts and pull them down.

“Oh good to know — sorry I step out as you change..” Craig says 

“Oh you can watch if you want..” Chelsea says excitedly 

Craig watches as Chelsea pulls down her shorts over her thick thighs and reveal a black lace thong and Chelsea turns away and bends down as she starts to put on a pair of yoga pants and slowly put them on over her ass.

Craig can feel his dick getting hard and can’t stop watching.

Chelsea then grabs a sweater and says “oh you really watched? You perv!” Chelsea says as she giggles and smiles at Craig.

Craig looks at her speechless and just looks down.

“Don’t worry I liked it” Chelsea says as she walks out.

Craig lets out a sigh and tries to compose himself before grabbing a hoodie and walking out. 

They all sit at the fire, catching up and talking about the past and just having a good time. Justin mentions the others will be joining tomorrow so they’ll just be the only ones on the trail. They make some hotdogs over the fire and tell stories. It starts to get late and colder. Justin and Jenna decide to go their cabin and wish a good night to Craig and Chelsea. 

“Should we follow suit?” Craig asks

“Sure, I’m super tired” Chelsea answers as she yawns.

Craig start to out a bit of water on the fire to make sure it’ll die out. 

The two walk into the cabin.

Craig starts to remove his hoodie and looks at Chelsea as she starts to remove her sweater and starts to remove her tank top to just her bra. 

“I hope you don’t mind but I can’t sleep unless I’m in my underwear…” Chelsea says 

“Fuck….” Craig says under his breath

“Yeah, that should be fine” Craig answers 

Chelsea removes her pants and gets in bed.

Craig just frozen by how sexy Chelsea looks and decides to follow suit and get into bed in his boxers. 

The two share some small talk and laughs as they lay there under the covers. 

“Well we should get some sleep” Chelsea says as she turns to her side with her back facing Craig. 

“Goodnight” Craig says 

Craig lays there for a minute and trying to compose himself as he was still hard from seeing Chelsea undress. 

“Hey Craig, I’m cold, would you mind cuddling me?” Chelsea asks

“Sure” says Craig frantically.

Craig gets behind Chelsea, but trying to keep some distance with him already a bit excited.

“Okay, don’t be scared and get close” Chelsea says.

Craig obliges. 

“Ohhh” Chelsea says

“Yeaaaah” says Craig. 

Chelsea giggle and proceeds to wiggle her ass on Craig’s semi hard dick. 

“Oh what are you doing?” Craig asks worried

“What do you think I’m doing…don’t be scared” answers Chelsea

Craig grabs Chelsea by the waist and pulls her closer and grabs her to make her face his as he starts to kiss her.

Soft moaning comes out from Chelsea as the two start to kiss.

Craig takes his hand and starts to put it down Chelsea’s panties and start to rub her pussy. 

Chelsea moans out excitedly as she still backs her ass into Craig. 

“Fuck” let’s out Craig as the two start to get heavily into making out. 

Craig takes his hands and rip out Chelsea’s tits over her bra and starts to grab and pinch her nipples and they continue to make out.

Chelsea starts to moan heavily. 

“Please fuck me” Chelsea moans out. 

Craig obliges and takes the blanket off of Chelsea.

Craig goes to the end of the bed and grabs Chelsea by the hips and has her arch her back to have her ass sticking out. Craig starts to spank and grab her ass. Craig can notice how wet Chelsea was while spanking her. Every time Chelsea would moan Craig would just keep getting harder and harder. Craig just couldn’t control himself anymore while looking at Chelsea’s ass, he rips off her thong and starts to stroke his dick a bit before putting in the tip a bit and hearing Chelsea moan and asking for more as Craig would take his dicks and trace it over her pretty pussy before putting it in Chelsea. 

Chelsea moans out “fuck me hard daddy” 

Craig couldn’t believe what he was hearing while his hard cock was in Chelsea and couldn’t control himself after hearing daddy that he started to thrust. 

Both start to moan as Craig thrusting in Chelsea’s tight wet pussy. Craig starts to pick up the speed as he thrusts harder and harder. Chelsea moaning as Craig takes her arms and pin them behind her back as he continues to thrust in her pussy. 

“Fuck baby, you pussy feels soo good” Craig says as he thrust

“Take what’s yours daddy” Chelsea moans 

Craig again can’t believe what’s he hearing as he lets go of her hands and start to thrust harder as he pushes Chelsea’s head down into the pillow, after a few thrusts, Craig takes a handful of Chelsea’s hair and pulls it back as he thrusts. 

“Fuck you’re being a good girl for me” Craig moans out

“Cum in your good girl” Chelsea moans out

“Fuck I’m so close” Craig exclaims 

“Fill me up daddy” Chelsea moans out

Craig just decides to grab Chelsea by her hips and thrust. Both moaning hard. Craig can’t believe how good Chelsea’s pussy feels as she takes his cock. Craig was so happy to finally fuck her after years of lusting after her. Craig can feel himself getting close to exploding in Chelsea’s pussy. He takes his hand and starts to choke Chelsea as he cums and fills Chelsea pussy. 

Craig cums and slowly thrusts and takes his cock out as he fills up Chelsea. Craig just collapses next to Chelsea and says “fuck you’re so great and that was anazing”

“Better than I could have expected” Chelsea says giggling. Craig kisses Chelsea and they cuddle and fall asleep. 

As the two wake up Craig wakes up with the blankets off of Chelsea and how he can see is how good her ass looks. He takes the blanket and covers Chelsea as she rolls over and wakes up. 

“Morning handsome” Chelsea says

“Morning beautiful” Craig answers 

The two start to talk about the other night and Chelsea can notice how Craig’s dick is getting hard as they talked about. 

Chelsea decides to lift off the blanket in Craig’s surprise and starts to stroke his dick. Craig surprised asks “oh what are you doing?!” 

“Oh nothing, just relax” Chelsea answers as she continues to stroke.

Chelsea starts to take her mouth and suck Craig dick. With her mouth taking his whole dick down to the shaft. Twirling her tongue on the tip of his dick. Craig was too excited and let out “oh I’m gonna cum” 

Chelsea continues to suck as Craig explodes n her mouth.

“You’re a demon” Craig lets out.

Chelsea swallows and kisses Craig.

Chelsea gets up and walks out to bathroom to clean up. Craig lays there in amazement and shock of what this weekend could have in store. 

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Photoshoot of the Day: January 29h 2019 - Chloe Khan & Range Rover

Photoshoot of the Day: January 29h 2019 - Chloe Khan & Range Rover #landrover #rangerover #ChloeKhan #suvgirl #cargirl #sexygirl

Chloe Khan washing her Range Rover in a bikini top and cut off in London (September 2016) Chloe Khan, formerly Chloe Mafia, aged 25 is a model and media personality from Wakefield, West Yorkshire, known from her Manchester audition on the seventh series of The X Factor and for appearing on Snog Marry Avoid? and Celebrity Big Brother (UK Series 18)

#carwomen #RidinGirlsBlog #racing #femaleriders…

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A Direct Order (18+) || A. Hotch x Fem!Reader

Hello my loves! I hope those of you that had a long weekend were able to enjoy it :). Combining two similar requests for this one! 

Submit your requests here!

from @all-hallows-reid (which has maybe deactivated?? I can’t find u bestie):  How about fem!reader secretly dating Aaron (with a twelve year age gap). She takes a stupid risk and almost gets hurt. Suffice it to say he’s not happy, and punishes her accordingly on the jet or when they get home.

and from @mrandmrshotchner:  Disobeying a direct order and Hotch punishing reader for it

I hope you both love this one!! 

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI. Sir kink, spanking, praise kink, degradation kink, penetrative sex.

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“I see the girl,” you whispered into your comms device from the back row of pews at a church in Mittburn, Iowa, nearly 200 miles away from where this child abduction case had started. “He’s concealing a hand behind her, could be a weapon,” you relayed to the team. The church was mostly empty, the service having ended. A few parishioners and the priest were still milling around, and your unsub, Phillip Rishi, was leading seven-year-old Abigail Torres to the altar. 

“Agent, do not engage-- Rishi is devolving and we don’t know what he’ll do. Wait for backup.” You heard Hotch, although you wished you hadn’t. 

Technically, you wouldn’t be breaking a rule if you got up and followed Rishi a little more closely-- and Aaron didn’t have eyes on you, anyways. What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. So you slipped out of the pew, kept your head facing mournfully towards the ground, and knelt at the altar, Rishi and the girl to your left. He still had her in front of him, concealing her with his body-- so you couldn’t get a good look at her, to make sure she was okay. You made a half-assed attempt at praying, hoping you were fooling the people around you when you tilted your head at a flash of light-- Rishi had a knife, was tracing the planes of the young girl’s cheekbones, and she was crying.

You gasped, quickly diving across the altar and forcing Rishi off of Abigail. He thrashed as Abigail screamed and ran into the arms of the priest. You wrestled Rishi to the ground, pulling the knife out of his hand and tossing it out of his reach before cuffing him and reading him his Miranda rights. 

As you stood back up, you turned around and noticed Hotch bursting through the door, his face making it perfectly clear that he had heard everything that had gone down through his comms. Oh, man. You were totally fucked.

Aaron asks if you’re okay, which you are, and then the two of you don’t speak. You don’t speak on the jet ride home, you don’t speak as you drive the FBI SUVs back to Quantico, and you don’t speak at the office before you leave for the night. 

You last for all of an hour after leaving the office before you can’t take it anymore. You throw your go bag in your car and take off towards Aaron’s place, walking up to his door and knocking before you can talk yourself out of it. He looks surprised to see you, but doesn’t ask you to leave, which you take as a win. 

“I’m here for my punishment,” you tell him as you slip past him into the apartment, and he rolls his eyes-- not his typical, “my young, playful, sexy girlfriend is driving me crazy” eye roll, but a genuinely disdainful “this young girl is too much to handle” kind of an eye roll. A pang of something you don’t recognize flashes in your chest-- guilt? Betrayal? You push it aside-- that wasn’t what you came here to do. “We’re not the couple that doesn’t talk. If you want to yell, you can yell, but we don’t shut each other out. That’s not us. So go ahead and get it out so we can move past it,” you attempt to sound cool and aloof, even if you are feeling a little vulnerable and desperate. 

   “You disobeyed a direct order,” Hotch says. 

“I did,” you agreed. 

“What, and you don’t even have an issue with it?” He asks you, his tone harsh. 

“He had a weapon, Hotch. And it was drawn on a little girl. What was I supposed to do?” You shot back.

“You were supposed to wait for backup. We hadn’t profiled that he would hurt her,” he tells you, the strain of contained rage in his tone.

“Is that a chance you would have taken? Is it a chance you would have wanted someone to take if it was your son?”

“It’s not a chance I would have taken-- but I can’t take chances with you, either,” he admits, and his confession hangs in the air for a moment. You realize this is his way of telling you how much he cares about you-- walls too high to be truly vulnerable, he has to shroud his disclosure in an argument. “You could have been hurt,” he tells you.

“I could have,” you agreed. “But I’m here, with you, and I’m okay,” you remind him, stepping closer to him, taking his hands in your own to ground him, remind him that everything had turned out okay this time. 

It takes a beat, but Aaron responds in kind, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you closer, and crushing his lips to yours in a searing kiss. You smile into the kiss, letting Aaron lead you backwards towards his bedroom as you wind your fingers in his hair, letting your forearms rest on his shoulders. 

“Were you serious about your punishment?” Aaron asks, his voice somewhere between a whisper and a growl, and you smile. 

“Yes, sir.”

You can feel the air shift in an instant, as Aaron sits at the edge of his bed. “Come on, then. Over my knee,” he tells you impatiently, and you feel a rush of warmth in your core as you move to comply. He stops you. “Pants off. Panties too,” he tells you, and you strip from the waist down before climbing across his lap. He lays his hand against your ass and you feel goosebumps form against his tender touch. 

“I think five is fair-- do you think five is fair, angel?” He asks, pulling your head up by the hair so you can look him in the eye. 

“Yes sir,” you agree-- he always asked before engaging in any sort of impact play, never wanted to give you more than you could handle, and you appreciated it-- even if five did seem like it would be a walk in the park. 

He lands a swift spank against your bare ass cheek and you feel it flood your center almost immediately. “One. Thank you for my spanking, Sir,” you let out almost as if it were a reflex. 

“Good girl,” he encourages you, rubbing at the tender flesh before his hand comes down against the opposite cheek.

“Two, thank you for punishing me, Sir.”

“You’re welcome, angel. Just a few more,” he encourages you, his sweet words a direct contrast to the sharp pain of his hand coming back down against you. 

“Three, thank you Sir.” 

“You belong to me, kitten. I need you to take good care of what’s mine, that’s all,” he reminds you with another spank. 

“Four, thank you Sir. Thank you for taking good care of what’s yours,” you affirm, and he delivers your last spank. 

“Five, thank you Sir,” you breathed out as your hips rocked, incredibly turned on before he had even truly touched you.

Aaron wrapped his arms around you, moving to hold you close for a moment. “There, sweet girl. I need you to help me to take good care of you-- you are very special. It’s my job to make sure nothing happens to you, but I need your help, okay?” 

“Yes, sir,” you tell him, reaching out to hold his face in your hands. 

“Good. Color?” 

“Green, sir.” 

He nods, permission granted to continue, shifting to help you off his lap and onto the bed. “Ass up, slut,” he commands gruffly, and by now you’re certain that you’re dripping down your thighs. You’d find out soon enough, you supposed, as you leaned onto your elbows and knees, raising yourself into a kneeling position, legs spread for Aaron. You heard, rather than saw, Aaron disrobing, which only added to your arousal. 

You feel the mattress dip as Aaron pulls himself up behind you. 

“Oh angel, you’re dripping. Nasty whore,” he smirks, sticking one finger inside of you, but withdrawing it immediately when you rolled against him. “Ah, ah.” he warns you. “Don’t try that again.”

So you hold still, as he pumps one and then two fingers in and out of you. You moan, cry out, beg for more-- but you don’t move.

“Sir, please,” you pant.

“You can move, sweet girl,” he grants you permission, and you start rocking your hips into his fingers immediately, wantonly, letting out a moan that makes Aaron’s cock twitch painfully. You shift your weight onto one elbow, moving one hand towards your center, which Aaron bats out of the way, slapping your swollen clit. 

“Fuck!” you cry out. 

“I said you could move. I didn’t say anything about touching, slut. Don’t make me tie you up, too.” He warns you. 

Half of you hoped that he would, but you were already desperate to cum and you didn’t know how much more you could take. You doubled down on your thrusts into Aaron’s hand, whimpering and panting the whole way. Just as you were about to topple over the edge, Aaron pulled his hand out of you, and you whimpered. 

“Sir,” you said weakly. You hadn’t been expecting that, and you wanted to cum so bad you thought you might cry. 

“Ah ah. What do you say?” He asks. 

“Thank you. Thank you for edging me, Sir,” you panted out, still coming down from your near-miss. 

“That’s my good little whore,” he cooed out. “I want you to ask permission tonight, angel. Color?”

“Green, sir.” You affirmed. “I won’t cum until you give me permission.

“Good, angel, good,” he said, lazily rubbing at your clit, and you whimpered. You’d never come like this, but you’d get increasingly more frustrated. “And why do you need to wait for permission?’ 

“Because I’m Sir’s dirty little whore,” you moaned out, the words turning you on even more as you attempted to grind down on Aaron’s hand. 

“That’s right, good girl,” he said, stepping away from you. “All fours, my love,” he tells you, and you roll up to your knees and elbows. You hear a foil wrapper tear, and without warning Aaron is stretching you. It feels delicious, makes you heady, and you cry out as he starts thrusting in and out of you. 

“You make me feel so good, sweet girl. You’re such a good girl, taking me so well and making such pretty noises. Do I make you feel good?”

“Yes sir, you make me feel so good,” you affirm, the words coming out in a shaky breath. After a few moments, you feel the coil begin to wind up inside of you. 

“Sir, may I please cum?” You ask. 

“No, not yet.” He answers simply, like you’d asked him if it had started to rain, or if dinner was ready. 

“Please, sir. Please, please let me cum,” you begged. 

“Not. Yet,” he affirmed, leaning forward to paw at your clit, which caused you to cry out. “Are you going to thank me?” Aaron asks, but you’re too overwhelmed to understand the question. “Are you going to thank me when I make you come?” He asks. 

“Yes, sir, please please make me come.” 

“Go ahead, angel,” he tells you, and the rubber band snaps. 

“Thank you sir, thank you, thank you, thank you,” you scream as you buck against him. He guides you through your orgasm, gently brings you back to reality once the pleasure has subsided, holding you gently and whispering words of encouragement in your ear. 

“I have to clean you up, sweet girl. Is it okay if I get up, or do you need me to stay here a little while longer? It’s okay if you do. You did such an amazing job,” he assures you, and you nod. 

“I’m okay, hon. Bring back water, please? And maybe some fruit snacks.” 

He rolls his eyes at you, again, but it’s the endearing kind again, and you smile. The two of you would be okay.

After he cleans you up, you head to the bathroom to get ready for bed, and snuggle back into his arms as soon as you're back in bed.

“I was so scared, and I still had to be your boss, first, and I hate that,” Aaron tells you. 

“I’m sorry, darling,” you tell him, shifting so that you’re facing him. “It’s something we should talk about-- me transferring.” 

“That’s not what I meant. You’re not changing your career path for me,” he is quick to correct you. 

“What did you mean, then?” You asked. Surely he wasn’t thinking of stepping down?

“Well, I was hoping… that you might want to tell the team about us? I don’t want to rush you, so if it’s a no, that’s fine and I won’t bring it up again. I understand the professional risks are--” you cut him off with a kiss. 

“I only suggested it because I thought you wouldn’t want people to know.” You tell him. 

“Why wouldn’t I want the team to know how much I love you?” He asks, and you smile. Yeah, the two of you would be okay.  

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Security: Mr. Compress ch3

You are a security guard at a museum with a personal secret when you have the misfortune of crossing paths with the league of villains. Stain's first surviving victim with amputee legs ex-her called the Void (aka Void reader x Mr. Compress)

Mr. Compress meets your mom! Your childhood home has been turned into a memorial for your sister, but to you it's a shrine of your mental and physical trauma. It's so sweet until Mr. Compress believes he needs to push to convince mom to take the money.

Warning: NSFW Mr. Compress, Emo Trauma, Amputee x reader

Chapter 2 <previous linkies

Chapter 3:

Toga is begging you to go with you.

“Please! Pretty please! It’s been forever since I’ve had a shower. Please, big sister,” she whines. Toga knows that calling you sister pulls at your heartstrings. You give your boyfriend the dirtiest damn look. He has his mask on, but you know he can see you are upset; he moves faster to be sure he is out of your reach. Jokes on him with your quirk, you could touch him six feet away. You considered using it and making Sako’s dumb big mouth numb.

“Toga, if I show up with a strange man and a young lady that is not related to us, who wants a shower, she is going to have questions. I’m already stressed enough,” you tell her firmly.

“But why does Mister get to go?” she pouts. Crossing her arms and doing a little stomp. She really wanted that shower.

“Because Void needs someone to carry the money to her mother, she can’t use her own quirk, and we keep our word. Besides, we want to be sure our girl is nice and safe. Not getting any silly ideas in her head, like maybe staying instead of coming back to us,” Shigaraki reassures Toga while threatening you.

“Awwww, Shig-nii. I never knew you cared so much,” you tease, giving him a sweet smile. He had father on, but he was blushing while grumbling about you calling him such a stupid name. Dabi was sad to see the pile of money dwindling in Giran’s office. They are buying and paying off equipment. Mr. Compress was changing into civilian clothes.

“Look, none of you want to meet my mom. She’s a red, white, and blue American who loves cornbread, pumpkin pies, and guns. It was a pastime in our household. You have a free weekend; let's picnic and shoot guns. You bored? We have guns. I’m not knocking it, it’s fun as fuck, but she will for sure figure out if we all show up that you’re the League of villains. Her policy is to shoot first and then let the heroes sort it out in the end. I will bring back some pumpkin pie and cornbread, though,” you tell them cheerfully.

“Why don’t you drop the bag of money off on her porch and leave it at that?” Spinner asked.

“Because my mom would hand it over to the cops. She’s not a criminal, sorta dumb in that respect,” you gripe.

“For a fee, I can get you a room at a very discreet and private underground love hotel. It has showers and even a washing machine. Throw in some extra yen, and I will be sure the room doesn’t have cameras,” Giran said.

Everyone agreed a hotel room would be worth the cost. Sako came out in a lovely grey and blue casual outfit. With a vest and false glasses that you thought was sexy as fuck.

“Hey, Giran, be sure to get a private room for me,” you tell him as you walk out arm in arm with Sako. Spinner huffs at the extra expense, but Shigaraki tells them it’s ok even though Giran can only secure two rooms.

You pick up your SUV hidden in an abandoned building. Spinner drove it a lot, so it has been a while since you have seen your baby. The drive there, Mr. Compress was playing it cool, although you can tell he’s nervous underneath that act. You text your mom you are coming home to introduce her to your new boyfriend, so you are grilling him on the story you made up about how you met the entire way.

You are racked with stress. You will be in the house your mom has turned into a shrine of you and your sister. Mostly your sister. You are going to be an emotional wreck. Your mom will insist you stay, but you rather have Dabi set you on fire than sleep in your old room you shared with her.

“Babygirl? You look upset. Don’t worry, mothers love me,” he says as you pull up to your basic house near the woods. Mom likes to shoot and hunt.

“Look. There are some things I should tell you,” you start when your mom bursts out the house and yanks you out of the car to smother you with hugs. She turned to Mr. Compress, getting out of the car, eyed him, and broke out in a huge grin.

“I am so happy to see you home, sweet little pumpkin. I was so worried when you told me you quit your job at the museum. I made all your favorites. Who is this, introduce us?” She says when she is done smothering you in her body.

“Mom, meet Hiro Sukana,” the name you agreed to in the car. Everybody’s name in the League was released except yours, “Sukana, meet my mom.” She cuts you off and bows to him like crazy. Sako performs a little magic and makes a bouquet of flowers appear for your mom. You want to smack him. You told him no magic, and he just smirks at you as your mom goes apeshit over them.

“Just call me mom. Come in, let me feed you and discuss your wedding,” she says, like an insane woman. Guiding him and leaving you there like an extra.

“Mooooommm,” you growl as they disappear into the house. You sigh and shudder as you follow. It was exactly how you remember it. American folk art and your sister's face plastered everywhere. Newspaper clippings. Framed pictures, trophies, the same face exactly like your sisters, but you are always looking back at you in the background.

When you looked at these, you felt your loss so much more profound. She was always with you when you were born, and you feel so alone even with somebody. You saved so many lives as rescue heroes. But your real claim to fame was catching a serial killer, the alley strangler.

“Bit of a risqué costume,” Mr. Compress smiles at you. Mom opens photo books showing off the accomplishments you both made before Stain ended it. You leave the two of them and look at the clippings on the wall, not wanting to hear any of the dumb stories or hear Sako call you a cute baby. You are with your sister in everyone except for those leaving the hospital with no legs. A framed photo of you with your head down and dirty hair of survivor's guilt.

You asked Mom why she would keep and frame such a horrible picture once. She said she was proud that you were a survivor and loved you just as much as your sister, and if she were alive, she would want you to be proud too. You don't believe that for a second. All this made you feel was like you were the bad one. The mistake in the twin process. You had saved your sister from the strangler but couldn’t do shit against Stain. This is a framed photo of your failure. The memories threaten to spill from the extremely tight mental box you have sealed them away in.

“How useless,” you mumble to yourself, about yourself.

“I met her father at a festival when I was a tourist and just fell head over heels. Her Daddy was quirkless like you. How did you two meet?” Mom was asking. Sako shoots you a curious look, yeah you told her he is quirkless and shrug at him, but he doesn't miss a step.

“I met her at the prosthetics office. She was just so beautiful I couldn’t help but see her. It took me three tries before I got the courage to talk to her. But when I did, I knew I was doomed to fall in love,” he said, winking at you. You roll your eyes, putting it on a little thick, aren’t you, Mister?

“Oh my god. You are just precious. I hope you like roast beef and mashed potatoes,” she said.

“With the pearl onions?” You ask as he gets up to check on it in the kitchen.

“What a silly question,” she giggled. You kick Sako’s shoe and loom. That was not what you practiced.

“What? It helps to mix in the truth,” he states with a charming smile. You feel yourself heating up and turning bright red in the reflections of the photos. You really want to know which parts are the truth in that lie, “Why are you always behind your sister?” he asks. You jerk in surprise.

“I am not, see, right there,” you lie, pointing to a random photo. Sako shakes his head.

“Baby girl, I can recognize you from a mile away. You are in the background or a little lower than your sister. Like in that one,” he says, pointing.

“We look exactly alike. How can you tell?” You ask, scrunching your nose. Caught in your fib.

“No, baby girl, your eyes are determined. I bet many people think you are in her shadow, but the truth is you are the one there to catch her if she falls. She has the bright eyes of someone running straight ahead without a doubt in the world; she is safe. A bit too carefree for my taste,” he states. He stands and rubs your tears. You didn’t know they were flowing away.

“You’re such an ass,” you say. He smiles and kisses your forehead. Pulling you into a hug. You see your mother over his shoulder, and she looks so happy for you. She clears her throat and beckons you to the table. Where she has a feast large enough to feed an army.

“You told me you had some co-workers that wanted some pie, but I have plenty of time and extra,” she said. You shake your head but dig in. So happy. Compress is giggling because you eat like a savage when it comes to mom’s food. He chats with your mom about this and that, and it sounds all pleasant.

“So, what is it you do for a living?” she asks Sako.

“I work for Deternat. I make a very good living as a marketer,” He lies so effortlessly. The pie isn’t cooled yet, so mom trots out another photo. You and your sister are in your original costumes while Sako pours you and your mom some wine.

“They were the best, Duo. I wish you had killed him, sweety,” mom said to you whimsically when she rushed back into the kitchen. You knit your brows in anger and confusion. That was unusual for your mom.

“I wish I did to mom,” you mumble.

“I think now is a good time,” Sako whispers. You nod. Placing a marble on the table and bag of money appears, Sako wraps an arm around your waist.

“It’s going to be fine,” he reassures. You are not so sure, chewing your nails in pure anxiety as you try to think of the smoothest lies to convince your mom to take this money.

“Leave it to me,” he tells you. You start to tell him not to be silly, it’s your mom, you will lie to her. He’s staring at you with those beautiful soft brown eyes, and you melt. You want this off your plate, and he’s so charming and eager to make you happy. This is a bad idea, but something almost like a drunk buzz at the back of your head is pushing down that doubt and telling you to trust him. You bite your lip and nod in agreement.

He sets the bag aside, and mom hands him a plate with pumpkin pie and makes a big show of loving it.

“Absolutely delicious. Denser than what I’m used to, but its spice is so pleasant. I really owe you something for this,” he says, and your middle sinks. No, Sako, do not make a big show of this, your mind screams. You are screaming with your eyes; he sees but doesn’t stop. He winks at you as he pulls the bag out. You are shaking your head no, but he clearly is ignoring you.

With a grand gesture, he places the bag between him.

“I just want you to know that your daughter has made me the happiest man in the world. I truly thought I would be alone. I was wondering if I could ask her hand in marriage. If she will have me, of course,” He grins wide at you, and he gets on one knee.

What the fuck is happening? Your mind screams. Clasps his empty hands together twists, making a large rock appear. You could kill him. Now you are in a spot. You say no, and mom will ask questions about the money.

Why was this guy giving it to her? Your mom knows there is no way you could get this money legitimate means. You calm down. He can’t force you to get married if you say yes. Another part of you struggled with how badly you wanted to say yes immediately. It was so unlike you.

“Yes, Sako, I will,” you say. Joy is ripped from you saying it. What the fuck? Mom has tears streaming down and keening in joy. She is so happy. You worry it’s because someone is finally taking the shit kid off her hands. He slips the ring on your finger with a kiss to your wrist.

“She has told me of her debt that has become your debt. I am in line for a promotion, but I need to pass a certain security clearance that is attached to my credit score,” he explains. Your mom stiffens.

“They still do that?” mom asked with a worried look in her eyes.

“Yes. I want you to take this money from your future son-in-law,” he says, opening and showing her the piles of yen in the bag. Mom's eyes widened.

“That is a lot of money. I don’t know if I should take it,” mom said. The look of longing makes you want to cry. The debt of your lawyer fees, legs, and their maintenance was eating away at mom.

“Mom, please. Take the money. Retire, go on vacation, pay off the debt. Mom. So, we can all move on with our lives. I can get married, and you can be free,” you tell her. You are playing with the ring, twisting it nervously, waiting for the answer. It tips her over, and she nods yes, pulling the bag to her. You try to leave, but she insists you both spend the night.

Then she talks you into staying in your old room while Compress is in the den. You are still furious he put you in that awkward position. He could have at least warned you in the SUV.

“You should text the others to share the second room while we’re away,” you whisper to him. He laughs.

“It’s adorable that you think they didn’t already break-in the second we didn’t show up at ten. Baby, they are criminals,” he gives you an aww how cute and naive face, and you hit him. He said ‘ow,’ but you can tell he was faking. Mom made you go to bed in your old room. Separating you from Sako in a traditional manner. You stand there next to the door, and you can not open your eyes. Your sister’s ashes are in there, and mom would not understand why you can’t be in there. You close your eyes, trying to breathe normally, standing there in misery, the box threatening to unseal.

You wait until you hear her door open and close before you sneak out. Running to Sako. You’re hyperventilating when you crawl into the pullout bed with him. He is quick to wrap you in his arms. Pulling you to him as he tells you it will be all ok. You are hiccupping but calming down as he rubs gentle circles on your back.

“Their see. It is ok,” he whispers. You are less pissed at him. It’s hard to stay mad at a man who adores you even when your ugly crying. He grabs some tissue; you clean up your face while he kisses the top of your head. Purposefully lifting your head so he must kiss lower.

It starts from the top, then your forehead, down the bridge of your nose, to your lips. You let slip a needy moan into his mouth, turning the gentle pressure on your lips carnal. With a sharp inhale of his breath, he brings up his hands to cradle your head, fingers tangling in your hair as he plunges his tongue expertly past your lips.

He is such a good kisser; you can feel yourself getting wetter with each breathless passing second. He pulls away, growling and sucking your lip. Rolling on top, he straddles you. Quickly stripping off his shirt, his perfectly toned chest heaving. He quickly hooks his fingers on your waistband to yank off your pants and underwear in one go when he suddenly stops.

“Shit, what about mommy? I don’t want to get you in trouble with her since she has some old-time values,” he questioned with a lilt of concern. You narrow your eyes at him and shove your hand in his pants, wrapping your fingers around his perfect length, giving him a few pumps.

“Does it feel like I give a shit about getting in trouble? Besides, my twin and I had plenty of parties down here. Haven’t gotten caught yet,” you say, licking your lips. He blushes and grins down at you.

“So aggressive. You make this old man’s heart race,” he groans. Roughly pulling your bottoms off. The stupid ring gets caught on the fabric of his pants as he moves away to pull off your clothes. It’s a reminder of an uncomfortable conversation you need to have about being an asshole tossing surprises at you on a whim. He unhooks your hand, pulling down his pants while you pull off your top.

He parts your metal legs to lick your glistening pussy, quickly trying to shove his face in. You grab a handful of his hair a jerk him up.

“I want to fuck now. I’m wet enough,” you huff, red-faced. He has teased, made you wait, and played enough tricks. His eyes meet yours, he chuckles, playing with your clit.

“Are you sure? You have said my silver tongue and mouth was my best feature. I also promised to lick you daily,” he teases. You pull him by his hair up to you for more kisses and to rub your wet pussy on him.

“Don’t be stupid,” you hiss

“As you wish. So impatient.”

He kisses you again, caging you in his arms, the metal cold and harsh. You are careful with your legs, but he doesn’t seem to care about that. He forces your legs to wrap around him. The metal on metal squeals harshly as your thighs quiver under his touch.

He likes to pretend to be the gentleman, especially around the others, but he is an animal in the bed. He is hungry and will hold you down to completely possess you. Humping for hours to get you off. Catching your legs under the knees with his elbows, aggressively he folds you into a press, the squeal of metal making you wetter for some reason.

Pushing himself in deeply and all at once. Pushing past your entrance. Sliding achingly along your slick walls. He feels like steel as the head of his cock kisses your cervix. A light scrape of metal sent a shudder up your spine. You wonder why but not too hard because Sako is distracting. He's pressing down in you. Pumping into you with delicious even rhythm.

“Push those pretty tits together for me,” is his breathy command, and you follow to do exactly as he tells you. Your nipples harden, lips and cheeks red with a high blush. Eyes growing black with bliss that makes him knit his brow in concern.

“Fuck baby, your eyes are entirely black,” he says.

“What?” you ask. Confused. Not many looked into your eyes when you are having sex, but the few who did, never told you that, “I never…no one…what?” It was hard to concentrate on anything he said as he sent tingles of pleasure up your spine.

“They are solid black like a sexy demon. When we get to the hotel, then you can see the mirrors above the bed,” Sako says, getting more excited when he learns something new about you. Both groan in unison as he thrusts, then grinds, thrusts, then grind, playing your body like his favorite instrument. Hard as a rock, watching your tits bounce, pressing down to capture a nipple in his greedy mouth, “Fuck, you’re so beautiful and perfect. You feel amazing, so god damn tight,” he moans.

“Oh god. I’m going to cum, you fucking animal. Ahhh…uh…ah,” you gasp.

Releasing your legs to kiss you passionately while his nonmetal hand massages your breast, thumbing the nipple. Wrapping your arms around him, digging your nails in as he relentlessly pounds into you. A heat is spreading over your body as he plunges into your core.

Each thrust makes you gasp for air around his invading tongue. His girth slides along your silky walls, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly. It's pure euphoria as your pussy grips at him. Doubling his stroke until you unravel on his perfect length. Feeling so full when he bottoms out.

Arching up into him, he claps his fleshy hand over your screaming mouth, quieting the hardest orgasm you have ever had in your life. Nails dig into his muscular back as you writhe under him. Shivers of pleasure flow over your body.

Your metal legs push him deeper, crushing your pelvises together. Your cunt is milking him so hard it pulls a pathetic stifling whimper from him as his dick twitches and throbs, shooting cum in you. Orgasm ripping through both of you.

“Greedy cunt is drinking all of me. Sucking all my cum straight from my tight sack. God damn, you are amazing,” he growls. Panting and trembling cock drunk. He smiles down, watching your chest jiggle with each shaky breath. He takes a few deep inhales before you let him pull from you. His load spilling from you, you whine, missing the feeling of fullness of his cock.

Releasing your grip on his back and rolling over with him. Pulling you to his hot chest, holding you tight as he runs his fingers through your hair. You hold up the hand and play with the ring again. Rolling it around on your digit. He catches you looking at it, and his chest bounces with silent laughter. You smack him.

“It’s not funny. It’s fucked up. I’m mad at you, jerk. You cornered me. Fuck did you see how my mom lit up like you're taking her trouble child off her hands,” you snort. He shakes his head.

���She just wants you happy. Worried about your ticking clock. I wanted to see your acting skills and, if I’m being honest, to see if you’re open to the idea of marrying this old man one day. You say you’re mad, but I just saw you look at it with longing and a little smile at the corner of your mouth,” he states. You roll your eyes, taking the ring off.

“Couldn’t get married if we wanted to. You are all over the tv, a criminal, a wanted man,” you grouse. Tossing the ring in your quirk.

“Mm-hmm, for now. Things will change. This is just a piece of glass I bought from Giran, but it will be the real thing one day. I wasn’t lying about loving you,” he confesses. You feel your muscles tense, and your cheeks heat up.

“I…. this is the longest and most meaningful relationship I have ever been in,” you say. Mouth drying up as you look Sako in his eyes, heart fluttering against your ribcage. You said it before to him, but you were drunk. You force yourself to say it sober, “I love you too.”

Everything about him melts and relaxes with you. His kisses are more intense, and you have to shove him away.

“My mouth is a little dry, and I have to tell you something,” you start, and he holds his finger up.

“After I get us some water because I have something I should tell you too. Stay right there wet and ready for more.”

His pants and fake glasses are on as he bounds upstairs. He grabs two bottles of water and turns to come face to face with mom. Sako freezes, explaining he didn’t mean to disrespect her home. Knowing he was just caught screwing her daughter. But mom didn’t seem to be hearing as her eyes narrowed, and she stepped closer. She shushed him with a finger pressed to her lips.

“Now I understand my innocent girl doesn’t think you have a quirk,” she began. Which put Mr. Compress on edge. He abruptly remembered Void trying to tell him something twice, and he blew her off, “But I know when a rape quirk is altering my mind.” She hisses and holds out her hand.

“Shotgun!” she shouts, and one flies to her hand. Oh fuck, he thinks. Mama has the Bringer quirk. It suddenly made sense. Pumping the shotgun with one hand and holding it up to his face.

“Now, I know the Japanese don't keep track of any hero that isn’t in the top ten in outside countries. But I was the Pro-Hero, The Bringer, in the USA for twenty-five years before I retired. My twin Brother, the Void, and I were only in the top thirty-seven, but I sure I can still kick your date raping villainous ass.” She snarled, fingering the trigger. Mom doesn't fuck around.

Mr. Compress stepped close, squirted water in her face dropping the bottle he had in his flesh arm, and used his real quirk. Turning mom into a marble. Goddammit, he really fucked up this time, and mom is scary. More importantly, he is starting to understand why his girl felt so sad and nervous coming back home.

He takes another look around at the shrine for The Bringer and is pissed at mom for being observant enough to know he used the drug but not to her daughter's suffering. He sighs, placing mom in a secure compartment in his metal arm, cleans up the mess, and grabs another water.

When he heads back down to the den, there you are, legs off, nude, and bare for him. Stretched out on the bed, waiting for him with welcoming arms and cunt. All the rest of the world can wait as far as he is concerned. You politely ask him to keep on the fake glasses as he screws you for most of the night. He's more than happy to oblige, glasses fog from the heat of your bodies. Exhausted and safely in his arms, he sighs and makes another confession.

“I was married before. I’m divorced. She has the children and a restraining order. After it has come out that I am in the League of villains, I’m sure they are hidden somewhere. I’ve had my family taken from me too. The mass difference is it’s because of my actions and convictions. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” he says, playing with his metal arm, looking guilty. You smile and caress him in a warm embrace.

“I get it. If you want to talk about it, I’m here to listen. I’ve been thinking. For a little while now, I could see myself getting married and having babies with you. The women in my family always have twins, so that is something to look forward to. If I’m being really honest, I always thought it would be my sister continuing that legacy. I don’t want to…. Just…..not until after all this. Not until after we are out of jail,” you chuckle humorlessly. You are making a mess of this.

“You want to raise them to be the Bringer and the Void?” he asks, with a lilt of disapproval.

“What? God no! I want them to live in a world where they can be whoever or whatever they want to be without this bullshit pressure of what their quirk defines them to be,” you huff.

“I understand. That is exactly the type of world I’m fighting for. At least you are open to the idea and not regretting being with me. Is that what you wanted to tell me?” he asks cautiously. You shake your head before snuggling in.

“No. It’s that you come from a line of villains where I come from a line of heroes. Mom is an ex-hero. That’s why we have to lie to her. She wouldn’t take the money any other way. This fake proposal was genius. Sorry I flipped out a bit. I'm immensely relieved, like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. No more surprises, ok?” You tell him more than ask. He nods and kisses you to sleep like he has done nightly since you two have been together.

He lays back wide awake. How the fuck is he going to get out of this mess. What is he going to do with Mom?

Chapter 4

[the-expose-on-girls]

Characteristics of Toxic Office Women

The girls who think being a receptionist makes them upper class, the heads of HR who think they rule the world, and everyone in between.

Either goes overboard with her fashion or dresses like a future Karen

There is no in between. On the one hand is the girl who thinks the office is her own personal runway. Probably has one favored aesthetic that she sticks to, which can seem very costume-y at times: like vintage bitch or old money. Or the less common type gets straight to the point by dressing as sexy as she can get away with to manipulate men and intimidate women.

Then on the other hand are the women dressing old while still young, but they don't seem to realize it. They probably buy their clothes for the office at Maurices, Walmart, Kmart, or Ralph Lauren. Most outfits are comprised of unflattering billowy tops in floral print or blah colors, cropped pants like old ladies wear, and flats that only accentuate their stubby legs and make it look like they have duck feet. (Can we make that a new term? "Office Ducks") They think ankle "booties" are SUCH a power move.

EXTREMELY POWER HUNGRY!

Will claw her way to the top of the office ladder, preferrably in a position like HR, marketing, or accounting, then squeeze every last drop of sadistic pleasure out of her authority. Usually makes coworkers miserable in the process. Has bullied at least one woman out of the office (either covertly or openly), yet men in the office will still be shocked then doubtful when women come forward with stories of how awful she is. Relishes every opportunity to correct others, exact punishment, appear more knowledgeable, show off, etc. She has no power in her personal life, so she pursues it at work to make herself feel better.

A legend in her own mind

Thinks her job is SO upper echelon, but all she actually does is answer phones, push around trivial papers that accomplish nothing, and gossip by the copy machine. Genuinely thinks she's a high power business woman of Wall Street or making a positive difference in the world, but she's just another cog in the machine.

Those in a marketing department post way too much and overshare on their personal social media, thinking they are demonstrating their marketing talent by doing so. No ma'am, you're not a high profile influencer or popular blogger; you are just a loud mouth with an Internet connection and narcissism issue. The promotions you design are lackluster at best.

Hypocritical, mediocre, and lacking all self awareness

Likes to make derogatory jokes about how hard work is, how ready she is for "Friyay", and how terrible her boss is (only if she is not the boss, herself). But will turn around and act like her job makes her a class above others, the mere peasants.

Mediocre life goals. Work her way up the office food chain to the end goal of something like HR, have an average-looking husband, drive an ugly SUV, live in a cookie cutter house, and have no more than 3 children, all with the most basic names. Once she achieves this, she thinks she's queen of the world and all must bow low before her. She sits in her little office with her "inspirational" Instagram font wall art and spends all day savoring the little kingdom she has carved out for herself.

Genuinely believes she is a "wine connoisseur" and that she's classy for it. LOVES wine, wine humor, and cheesy wine accessories. Not so subtly drinks wine on work video calls. Drinks heavily over her weekends and it definitely shows on Mondays.

Climbing the corporate ladder

The younger toxics might be promiscuous cheaters. They know full well that their womanly qualities can get them moved up the office food chain. Oh, their poor boyfriends/husbands and the wives of the male coworkers they toy with!

GOSSIP is the top weapon in her arsenal for dealing with "competition" and other girls she is threatened by---other girls who have no ill will toward her and aren't actually trying to compete with her. She takes catty and passive aggressive to a whole new level.

Not all toxic women will exhibit all of these traits at the same time. But even having one of these characteristics can be enough to make everyone else in the office miserable. Be on the lookout!

[thewhitejournal]

Just One More Night

Aaron Hotchner x Female!Reader Series

hello everyone! welcome to a new series im starting, this one was actually requested by @art-and-thoughts so shoutout to them. i’ll put their request below so you can read what it’s about, and i hope you all enjoy! :)

plot: Shortly after getting divorced, Hotch needs some sort of distraction from his work and personal life, he ends up meeting a younger girl and they start a casual relationship. He doesn’t want to know much about her than what’s necessary, so they just meet for ~sexy times~ and it works good for both of them for a while. The reader is graduating in communities and criminology; JJ finds out she’s going to have a baby, so she decides to call someone from outside to “coach” and replace her. That’s how the reader ends up at the BAU.

content warnings: smut, cursing, a bit commanding here and there, fingering, oral (male receiving)

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Finals kicked your ass, that was a fact. You stepped out of the study hall and your tennis shoe met snow, covering the steps to the doors. You kicked yourself internally for not checking the weather, shivers already taking over your body. Snow went flying from the ground as you rushed to your car, a sheet of it falling off the roof when you slammed the door. The cold didn’t necessarily bother you, but not dressing appropriately for it did. Your car sputtered to life when you turned the key in the ignition. While you tried warming yourself up and while you waited for the defrost to kick in, you checked your phone.

The cold metal of the thing wasn’t exactly comforting, but your notifications were coming in at record speed. The group chat you and your roommate and the friends you’d met since last year made together kept bombarding you with who’s typing and who’s already said something. A little part of you dreaded opening it, knowing you were probably fully behind on whatever was happening.

They loved you, that’s for sure. But they always teased you for being ‘addicted to school’, and that you needed help for your addiction. You couldn’t help you were devoted to your future, the career at the FBI looking closer every day. It’s always been your goal. More specifically, you wanted to be a profiler. Ever since you started researching career paths and colleges in your senior year of high school, it stuck with you. You wanted it, and when you found something you wanted, you weren’t giving up until you had it. Hell, you’d just got done reviewing the subjects for next semester.

A sigh escaped your lips as you opened the chat. The rundown of it was that they wanted to get together for drinks to celebrate the end of the semester. You weren’t much of a party person, but you knew it wasn’t an option for you since they said they would be meeting there in half an hour. All you wanted to do was go back to the dorm and pass out, but you figured, why the hell not? You knew you deserved a break; one night couldn’t hurt.

After making the short drive to the dorms about half a mile away, you turned the car off and hurried inside. You came in with a bluster of cold air, kicking off your wet shoes next to the door. Your roommate was getting ready in the bathroom; her favorite ‘hype’ music was playing and you could smell the hairspray from the front door.

You didn’t have time to shower, and you figured it was fine since you had one this morning. So you fixed yourself up, doing a little more makeup and slipping into the outfit your friend picked out for you. You stepped into the bathroom next to her to fix your hair.

“(Y/N), going out without bitching? Are you feeling alright?” She teasingly put the back of her hand to your forehead as if to feel for a fever. You rolled your eyes, smacking her hand away. Both of you shared a laugh. Within minutes, you two were ready to go. You piled into your car, which was still a little warm, and started driving to the bar they picked out.

Once you were inside, you saw your other friends waiting for you, drinks already on their table. They waved you over as if you couldn’t see them; they were already tipsy. A smile grew on your lips as you and your friend walked over to them, happy to see your friends happy.

“To this shitty semester finally being over!” Your roommate toasted, a shot already in her hand. She was holding one out to you, and you took it, clinking your glass with the other girls before downing it. After sitting and talking and laughing and drinking for a while, you started surveying the bar and its patrons. Your curious gaze fell on a table of men, one of them significantly older than the rest. He had a glass of whiskey in front of him. His hands that donned a huge ring with an insignia that you couldn’t make out were gesturing in the air like he was telling a story.

The man standing next to him looked to be about your age, maybe older. He was a skinny little thing, listening intently to the older man’s story with a smile on his face. He looked like he was drinking some kind of sparkling water. The other guy was buff, wearing a tight, grey t-shirt. Dark brows on his forehead danced with emotion as the story went on. His smile was huge; he had some beautiful teeth for a guy. A beer dangled casually in his hand.

The fourth man was unlike the rest of them in his own way. He was wearing a brown pullover and dark jeans, his short black hair gelled and styled. His fingers twirled a whiskey glass on the table, and it was about empty. You noticed a tan line on his ring finger, but no ring. This was intriguing. A Rolex shined on his right wrist. He had a small smile on his face, adding to the story here and there and laughing. You couldn’t hear it, but you were sure it sounded lovely. His brown eyes crinkled when he smiled.

“(Y/N), what the hell are you staring- oh, I see. The skinny one?” Your roommate Rachel asked you, her gaze fixed on the men now, too. She looked at him like she was a lion and he was a gazelle, and it was dinner time. You chuckled, shaking your head.

“No, Rach. Don’t worry about it.” She gave you a knowing look like you weren’t getting away with it that easy. Her body turned towards you, and she leaned on the table. Her brows furrowed.

“Which one, then? Cause brown jacket’s been making eyes on you since you walked in.” She stated. You turned to face her, your eyes widening.

“Oh my god, can you keep your fucking voice down?”, you hissed under your breath. You tried looking over at them inconspicuously, to see if they’d heard, but you couldn’t tell. You felt the blush creeping up your neck and onto your cheeks. A sly smile made its way to her face. She giggled.

“It’s him, isn’t it?” She prodded your arm, laughing. You tried to play it cool, trying to make her calm down, but it wasn’t working. She burst into laughter, nearly doubling over so hard she about fell into the floor. God, she was drunk. You glanced over at the table, and you swore you saw him looking over, but only for a second.

Butterflies started roaring inside of you, in your stomach and even wandering lower. It was like nothing you’d ever felt before. The liquid courage started flowing through your veins, your heart pumping in your chest. You might’ve gone over and said, or ever did, something if you were a hundred percent sure he was interested. But you weren’t. Rachel eventually recovered from her laughing fit, leaning on you like you were the only thing holding her up. You steadied her as best as you could.

“Rachel, you should drink some water. You’re wasted.” You rubbed her arm, a concerned look on your face. She stared at you for a second, copying the look on your face.

“Fine,” she slurred, “You need the courage more than me anyway.” Your brows furrowed, giving her an inquisitive look. She giggled, covering her mouth when she let a snort out. “Because...look behind you…”, she whisper-said, falling on your other friend to her left. You felt your heart speed up in your chest, your body turning on your heel.

The man was sauntering over to you, his friends cheering him on behind him. He was laughing and shaking his head. You chewed on the inside of your cheek as he got closer. Fuck, he was tall. That smile on his lips made you blush, and the look in his eyes said more than words ever could.

When he finally reached you, he slipped an arm around your waist and leaned down to whisper in your ear. He smelled like pine and leather, and you felt your body tense up. There’s no way this was happening. The hottest guy in the bar, picking you out of the crowd? This never happened.

“Wanna get out of here?” He smelled like alcohol, but you were sure you did too. It took everything in you not to moan at the mere rasp of his voice. You hummed in an affirming tone as a response. This wasn’t like you, but you didn’t care. He was hot and the looks he gave you alone were enough to get you soaking wet. He took your hand eagerly, pulling you out the door and towards a black SUV. The plates on the front looked like government plates, but surely not. The car wasn’t your focus at the moment, anyway.

He shoved you against the passenger door, somehow rough and gentle at the same time, his arms on either side of your waist. It took the breath out of you, but you were breathless already so it was hard to tell just how much of an effect it had on you. His dark eyes looked like those of a hungry predator, tracing all over your face and body. He licked his lips, eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips.

“Do you wanna do this?”, he asked you in a low and sultry voice. You put your hands on the sides of his face, nodding. You leaned forward and closed the gap between the two of you, pressing your body to his, along with your lips. His hand pulled your waist to his body, the other hand getting lost in your hair. He moaned against your lips, and you felt yourself twitch in your underwear. God, he was so fucking hot.

“Good, get in.”, he commanded. You’d never been talked to like that. Your pussy twitched again, and you had to hold back a whimper. He opened the back door for you, and you crawled inside. The backseat was spacious, which was quite useful for what was about to happen. He settled himself in the seat and shut the door behind him, locking the car and pulling you into his lap, his back against the door.

He smashed his soft, pink lips onto yours, his tongue twirling with yours. His lips left yours and he started trailing rough kisses down your neck, his teeth grazing your collarbone. You craned your neck back to give him more room, a little moan slipping from your lips. “Oh, you like that, baby?”, he asked you against your skin, his fingers slowly pulling down the straps of your dress onto your shoulders.

“Wait…”, you breathed out, and he pulled away. He asked if he’d done something wrong, an apologetic look in his eyes. He’s hot and respectful? Fuck. “No, I… I just want to know your name.” He chuckled deeply.

“Aaron. What’s yours, honey?” God, that voice was the death of you. You were surprised he couldn’t feel how wet you were through his jeans.

“(Y/N).” A smile grew on your lips, as did on his.

“Nice to meet you, (Y/N).”, he whispered, leaning into you again and kissing you. You slid your heels off and heard them clatter on the floor, kissing him back, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing yourself against him. Your legs fell over his waist, straddling him. He hummed contently against you, his huge hands resting on your waist.

Instinctively, you moved your hips against his jeans, a moan slipping through your lips. His hands fell to your thighs, hastily moving them under your dress to play with the hem of your panties. You whimpered, and he pulled away, looking you in the eyes.

“You want these off, (Y/N)?”, he purred in your ear.

“Fuck, yes, Aaron, please…” You were a mess, but you didn’t care. You just wanted him so bad, and you didn’t even know him. His fingers tugged at them, pulling them down your thigh and shoving them in his pocket, a sly smile on his face.

“Come here, baby.” You obliged, sliding your hands under his shirt as you kissed him roughly. He bit your lip, a yelp coming from you and a deep chuckle from him. The two of you parted for only a second so that his jacket and shirt could come off. You admired his skin in the faint light from a nearby streetlight. Something that stood out to you was all the scars on his stomach. You leaned down and kissed every single one of them, undoing his belt in the process. You could feel how hard he was through his jeans. He moaned, his head hitting the window. “Fuck, you’re so hot…” His voice sounded so attractive when he was hot and bothered.

His hands pulled you suddenly back into his lap, hands resting on your bare ass. “Your turn first.” His thumb had no problem finding your pulsing clit, and he started rubbing circles just the way you liked. You gasped, moaning and burying your face in his neck. He moaned too, pushing a finger inside you and pumping back and forth. “You’re so wet for me, (Y/N).” You couldn’t speak; the power he held over you was insane. He kissed your neck so roughly you knew it would leave bruises that you’d have to cover up. Good thing it was scarf season.

He added another finger, and you started riding him; you were a moaning and sloppy mess. You put your hands on his strong shoulders to steady yourself, and he moved his fingers faster. The knot in your stomach tightened, and you could hardly breathe. Your eyes rolled back into your head and all you could feel was his hot chest against you and his long fingers inside you as you rode out your orgasm on them. He pulled them out, and you instantly missed the feeling. You whined at the empty feeling.

“You want to clean them off or should I?” You could barely focus on his words, your pussy still pulsing.

“I want you to taste me.”, you breathed out. Without hesitation, he licked his fingers clean, amber eyes rolling into his skull and a guttural moan coming from deep inside him. You got turned on again just from that vision itself. He pulled your dress off of you and threw it on top of your panties on the floor. He hungrily stared at your chest, sucking on your nipple and playing with the other. Your hips bucked against the leather of the seat, a groan slipping from the both of you.

“Lie down.” You did as you were told, lying down on your back. He unzipped his jeans and kicked them off, but not before pulling a condom out of the back pocket. His dick was pushing against the thin fabric of his boxers. Fuck, he’s huge. Of course, he is. Going against orders, you sat up and looked up at him, taking him into your mouth. He groaned, pulling your hair back away from your face. “(Y/N), holy shit…” He thrust into your mouth, but you didn’t mind it. Your hands stroked his dick for what your mouth couldn’t take.

You pulled away, knowing he was ready. His light brown eyes from inside the bar were now pitch black, his chest heaving and sweat beading on his forehead. You put your hand behind his head and pressed your lips into his, and he moaned against you. You could feel his dick pressing onto the inside of your thigh, and your hips naturally started riding it. He wasn’t inside you yet, just slipping against you. Your nails dug into his back, the feeling too much to take. His hands held your waist so tight you think he might leave bruises, but that didn’t matter.

Hurriedly, he pulled the condom on his dick and made sure you were ready and willing before he started fucking you. Slowly at first, he thrust what felt like halfway inside you. He filled you up so nicely, like the two of you were made for each other. “Fuck, Aaron, just like that…”, you breathed out into his ear, moaning and rocking on top of him. He helped you stay steady as you took all of his dick, and he started speeding up. You held onto him like he was your last breath, and his wandering hand found your clit again, rubbing those familiar circles on it. He started sucking on your neck again, and you could feel him twitching inside you. You came not a second later.

You rode it out, seeing stars. He was breathing heavily, kissing your lips as softly as he did before you started. You kissed him back with what little energy you had left. “That was…”, he whispered, looking into your eyes. “Amazing. You’re amazing.”, he finished his thought.

“Wanna do this again sometime?”, you asked him shyly. He smirked at you. “Sorry, that was-“

“I do, (Y/N). Get dressed, I’ll drive you home.” You smiled at him, and he returned one. You didn’t worry about your phone or purse; one of your friends would grab them. He was dressed quickly and got out of the backseat, closing the door behind him and walking around the front of the car to get in the driver’s seat. You pulled your dress back on, along with your shoes.

The lack of Aaron’s body heat made you realize how cold it was this late into the night. You crossed your arms over your body, trying to make yourself as warm as possible. He motioned for you to get in the front seat, so you did, getting out of the car. The parking lot was almost empty, and it was snowing. You opened the passenger door, climbing in.

“Are you cold?”, he asked. He was warming the car up, turning dials and making sure it was getting defrosted. Not that it needed to do much work with all the heat you two made. You looked over at him; the caring look returned in his eyes. He looked handsome in the dim light of the center console. You nodded, and he pulled his jacket off and handed it to you. You gladly took it, his smell wafting around you when you slid it on. You told him where your dorms were, and he didn’t seem to mind that you were still in university.

The two of you drove in comfortable silence, the white flakes whizzing past the windows as he drove. Thoughts flooded your head about what had just happened, and how you felt about him. You couldn’t fall for him, but you had a feeling you could at some point if you weren’t careful. Unbeknownst to you, Aaron was having the same thoughts.

He parked outside your building, and he gave you his number and you gave him yours. You started taking the jacket off, and he stopped you. “Keep it. It’s cold out there.” You gave him a small smile and thanked him, and he pressed one last kiss to your lips before you got out of the car. He made sure you got inside the building before driving off. You watched the black SUV pull off in the white flurries outside. The plates caught your eye again; those were US government plates, for sure.

What the hell have you gotten yourself into?

[autumnleaves1991-blog]

YOU ASKED FOR THIS

43 with Marcus Moreno

A/N: I asked for this but YOU’RE the one who told me about this evil plot! I hope you like it. Thanks for the request! Thank you for reading, reblogging, commenting, and liking! 

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x F! Reader

Warnings: 18 + ONLY NSFW (Oral F! receiving, vibrators, multiple orgasms, some language, squirting, fluff) 

My Masterlist 

The Perfect Day 

Missy reached into the back of the SUV for her backpack and sleeping bag, and you come around the end and open the trunk, the teen bounding over to you and taking the paper bag overflowing with snacks and carbonated drinks from your arms. She gives you a one-armed hug, and you kiss the top of her head. “Thanks, mom,” she smiles, “you’re the best!” She runs off, leaving you standing there, mouth open. You look around to see if anyone caught that before smiling to yourself. 

You get situated behind the driver’s seat and click the button on your bracelet to call Marcus. He picks up on the second ring, “Hey honey, Missy, off at her friends, okay?” he grunts, and you look puzzled down at the watch on your wrist. 

“Yeah. She is safely off at her friends. Where are you? Was that an explosion I just heard?” 

“Oh yeah, that was just Lava Girl; she blew up a gas truck,” he says it so casually you laugh. “I should be finished up here, and then we can finally have our night alone. No kids.” 

You sigh and pull onto the main road, and head towards the house. “You always say that, Marcus, but something with the heroics always comes up. I hope you don’t think I’m complaining; I know what you do is important; I just miss you.” 

He lets out another grunt, “Honey, just let me finish this, and I swear I will go down on you until you cum at least three times.” You pull the car over with a screech, and his voice is concerned, “Honey, what was that? Are you okay?” 

“Yeah,” you cough, “Yeah, I’m fine. You just can’t say those things to me while I’m driving Marcus!” He laughs and lets out a relieved breath. 

“I’ll be home soon. And honey?” you let out a breathless yes, “leave the panties off.” He ends the call, and you sit in the vehicle as cars pass you by. Flipping on the radio and turning on the news channel, you pull back out into traffic. You follow along to the battle with the Heroics until you pull up to the house. Going upstairs into the bedroom and flipping on the TV to catch up. You watch as Marcus flies through the air, his arms bulging in the black t-shirt, katanas strapped to his back. 

“And the Heroics keep the planet safe once again…” the voice of the announcer trails off, and you turn off the TV and strip, going into the shower and freshening up. When you come out, you pull on a silk nightgown and go to the kitchen to start dinner. Marcus always loaded up on carbs after a fight, and you knew he would be famished. You boil the water and stir the alfredo sauce, peeling the shrimp and seasoning them. 

You don’t hear the door unlock or the boots trek across the floor. Letting out a yelp as gloved hands slide across your waist—the hard shell of the bulletproof vest pressing into your back. “Marcus,” you are breathless as his nose runs along the hollow of your neck and his hands dip lower below the hem of the nightie. 

“Did you listen?” he coos, and you shiver as the leather of his gloves moves against your slick folds. “Ah yes, you did, good girl. He turns you in his arms, and you snake your arms around his waist as he kisses your lips passionately, consuming you. You hear the click of the stove and turn to see everything off. He leads you by the hand up the stairs to the bedroom. Flicking off the downstairs lights with a twitch of his finger. 

He pushes you back, and you fall against the bed with an oof. “Take off your clothes,” his voice is deeper than usual, and you tremble to reach for the edge and to pull it over your head. His eyes take you in appreciatively, trailing over your breasts, tummy, and glistening cunt. “You are a work of art, honey.” 

He drops to his knees, and you sit upon your elbows, watching him. His hand reaches out and pulls your ankle towards him and settles your thighs over his shoulders, eye level with your pussy. “I swore,” he places a soft kiss on one thigh and the other. “I swore at least three times,” your hands clench the sheets, and he licks a broad stripe up your folds. “Let’s go for five.” 

Your head drops, and you let out a loud moan as he flicks his tongue up and down on your clit. Moving slow and then fast until you are shaking beneath him. He takes pity and slides one finger inside the leather of his glove, pressing against your soaked folds. His mouth latching on to your clit and sucking it into his mouth. He spends the next hour between your legs sucking, fingering, and fucking you with his expert mouth. When you scream out the third orgasm, he finally drops your legs from his shoulders and leaves you panting. 

But the moment is quickly forgotten as he walks over to the dresser and pulls out the vibrating wand. “Marcus,” you whimper, and he chuckles before dropping between your legs again.

“You have a couple more in you, right, honey?” He flicks the switch on the lowest setting and presses it to your clit. Your hips shoot off the bed, and he pushes them back down, smiling at you from between your legs. He’s still wearing his whole uniform, and you can’t help but admire how fucking sexy he is in the bulletproof vest and gloves. Your belly tightens, and he flicks the vibrator up higher until you are screaming his name, gushing all over the place. 

When he moves his mouth down to your pussy and licks up your pleasure while he keeps the vibrator, you feel pleasure more intense than before and push his head away. Screaming in pleasure and hips lifting off the bed, you squirt all over the bulletproof vest; his hand replaces the vibrator with his hand and rubs your clit. You almost pass out from the overstimulation, and he notices hands coming off you and letting you calm down. 

Your breathing is erratic, and your trembling so hard you are moving the bed. He stands up and goes to the bathroom and gets a warm washcloth coming back and cleaning up the mess between your legs. He tosses it in the laundry and strips down to his boxers, running downstairs, coming back with a bag of chips and a glass of water. 

“Here,” he pulls back the sheets and moves you under them, pulling you close and handing you the water. Your voice is hoarse from screaming, and he kisses the top of your head. You share the bag of chips between you, and he sucks the seasoning from your fingers. “Are you okay?” 

You chuckle, “more than okay, today has been pretty perfect.” 

“Yeah? Did something else happen besides the five orgasms?” he teases, and you suddenly remember sitting up eagerly and smiling at him. 

“Yes! Something really exciting happened! I dropped Missy off at the sleepover, and she...she called me Mom.” His eyes light up, and he kisses you softly, bringing you in for a hug. 

“That’s fantastic, honey! She really loves you, almost as much as I do. You’ve been the piece we’ve been missing in our lives. I know you make my life better every single day. I love you so much.” You smile and kiss him softly. 

“I love you too, Marcus Moreno.” 

“Do you like my last name?” he asks out of the blue, and you pull away to look at him. 

“Yeah, I mean, it’s a pretty basic last name baby, I don’t think I dislike any last name.” 

“Would you want to have it too?” You sit up straighter and look at him before nodding slowly. His hand reaches over to the nightstand, and he pulls out a black velvet box. “I planned to do this a few weeks ago, but as you said, something with the Heroics always came up. Shit, I should get down on one knee,” he goes to stand, and you pull him back, tears streaming down your face. 

“No, no, this is perfect. Do it here? Please…” he smiles and lets out a small laugh before clearing his throat. 

“I love you, my mother loves you, and most importantly, my daughter loves you. You’ve filled the hole in our hearts and filled it with so much love and laughter. Will you do me the great honor of marrying me?” 

“YES!” you shout and throw your arms around him; he pulls back and slides the ring onto your finger before pulling you in for a kiss. “Okay,” you giggle, “Now, this has been the perfect day.” 

He falls back into the bed with you, entangling yourselves together as you fall deeper in love with your own personal hero. 

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Derailed (Director’s Cut)

Elle Greenaway x Spencer Reid

Word Count: ~1520

Warnings: Discussion of Spencer’s sex life, or lack thereof. Discussion of virginity as a social construct. Some suggestive dialogue, some snarky banter, and some sweetness to wash it down. It’s sexy, but also totally platonic, and it fades to black before anything actually happens.  

A/N: You cannot convince me that this isn’t how Spencer lost his v-card.  

For the “deleted scene” square on my @cmbingo​ card, written script-style and all. Picks up right where Derailed left off. 

(I almost named this Railed. Then I almost named it Deflowered. So many tempting puns.) 

[Around dusk. Hotch is driving an SUV. Morgan is in front, Elle and Spencer in back.]

Hotch: Elle, your interview has been rescheduled for tomorrow… and this time I’m driving you. 

Elle: I can live with that. 

Hotch: Local PD asked Gideon to consult on a case, and they wanted advice on media strategy, so he took JJ. The rest of us aren’t needed, so I got us checked into a motel. 

Morgan: Lemme get this straight. We have an actual night off… and we’re spending it in B.F.E., West Texas? 

Elle: They have bars in West Texas, right? 

Spencer: We just passed one. 

Elle: Then you won’t see me complaining. Drinks? Reid? 

Spencer: Are you buying?

Elle: Hell yes I am. C’mon, Morgan, you gonna come celebrate the fact that I didn’t die today? 

Morgan: When you put it that way, I don’t have much of a choice, do I? [They pull up in front of the motel and start piling out of the car.] Showers first, though. 

Elle: We can head out in like an hour. How about you, boss? 

Hotch: While I’m very glad nobody died, I am not passing up the opportunity to sleep for more than four consecutive hours. I don’t care what you do as long as I don’t get a call in the middle of the night. 

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[Inside a bar. Spencer and Elle are sitting at a high top, with a collection of empty glasses in front of them. Both of them are tipsy, not totally drunk but sort of giggly and loose-limbed. Spencer is using a penny to show Elle how he hid the microchip earlier. Nearby, the bartender is handing Morgan three fresh drinks, but he’s distracted, talking to a pretty woman, as he takes them.] 

[Morgan brings their drinks over to the table and sets two of them down.]

Morgan: So —

Elle: We lost you, huh? [To Spencer] Told you so. 

Morgan: How ‘bout you, pretty boy? She’s got friends. 

Elle: Oh, come on, you really gonna make me drink alone? 

Spencer: Yeah, no thanks. 

Morgan: Suit yourself. Don’t wait up. 

[Elle rolls her eyes as he walks away. Then she turns back to Spencer, who’s playing with the penny again.] 

Elle: You know I’m joking, right? I’m almost ready to head back to the motel, anyway. You should go have some fun. 

Spencer: I’m about ready to call it a night too. And honestly, that doesn’t really seem like fun for me.

[Elle watches him for a second, thinking.]

Elle: The flirting? Or the flirting with girls? 

Spencer: Hmm? 

Elle: I shouldn’t have assumed, sorry… are you even interested in women?” 

Spencer: Theoretically, yes? But more to the point, women are rarely interested in me. I’m not… like that. [He gestures at Morgan, who’s showing his new friend how to hold a pool cue, saying something in her ear as she giggles.]

Elle: It’s about confidence, Doc. Gotta be a little cocky. Not too cocky, but — 

Spencer: I don’t know how to be cocky. 

Elle: Like hell you don’t. Remember earlier? When I said you probably saved my life, and —

Spencer: — I said I totally saved your life. I remember. 

Elle: That. Cocky. It works for you.  

Spencer: I did save your life, though. That’s a statement of fact, objectively speaking. Of course I’m confident when it comes to stating a fact.

[Spencer flips the penny between his fingers a few times, then makes it disappear and pulls it out from behind her ear.] 

Elle: There’s something to get cocky about. You’re good with your hands, doctor.

[Spencer gets flustered and drops the penny, laughing at himself.] 

Spencer: That’s different. 

Elle: How so? 

Spencer: I’m not going to take a girl home and show her my magic tricks, for starters. [He finishes his drink hurriedly.] Are you ready to go? I’m ready to go. 

Elle: You’re not getting out of this that easily. 

[They both slide off their stools and pull on jackets. Elle looks around for Morgan, but he’s way too focused on the girl to notice them. Spencer makes a face. They head for the door and start walking down the block.] 

Elle: Look, objectively speaking? You’ve got cheekbones that could cut glass and you’re a goddamn genius. You know more than me about… well, almost everything, and as annoying as that can be — [She rolls her eyes and sighs, annoyed by her own sincerity.] — it’s impressive. Not to get all schmoopy about it, but… you’re pretty awesome, Doc. 

Spencer: I know I’m awesome. This isn’t about my self-esteem. 

Elle: So what’s the problem? 

Spencer: A random girl in a bar isn’t interested in my IQ. And anyway, it’s not… I know how to talk to girls. But I’m not about to take one home. 

Elle: Why not? 

[Spencer sighs heavily, looking exasperated.] 

Spencer: You want to know why I’m confident in my ability to make pennies disappear? 

Elle: I mean… not really, but I’m guessing you have a point. 

Spencer: It’s because I’ve been practicing my whole life. I’ve mastered the skill because I’ve had years to do so. 

[Realization slowly dawns on Elle’s face.] 

Elle: You’re a virgin, aren’t you? 

Spencer: Virginity is a social construct based on inherently patriarchal values of purity and the commodification of the female body. [Elle looks sideways at him, raising an eyebrow.] Yes, I’m a virgin. 

Elle: So, is it about romance? You want the first time to be special? [Spencer shrugs.] Hate to break it to you, but most first times are funny at best. The sooner you get it out of the way, the sooner it can be an embarrassing story for Morgan to laugh at. 

Spencer: Yeah. Great. That’s exactly what I want. 

Elle: No, really, what are you hung up on? [They’ve arrived back at the motel. Elle starts opening her door, but pauses.] You want to come in for a minute? Finish this conversation over another drink? 

[Spencer shrugs and follows her inside. She starts pouring drinks from the minibar while he continues.] 

Spencer: I guess part of the problem is the… learning curve. If I get to that point with someone I already have feelings for, that’s a lot of pressure, you know? But it would feel disingenuous to just pick up a random girl at a bar. 

[Elle hands him a glass and they sit down.]

Elle: Disingenuous? 

Spencer: False advertising. [He gives her a self-deprecating frog face.] That doesn’t seem fair to her. 

Elle: You’re telling me you don’t want to pick up a girl in a bar because you’re a perfectionist?

Spencer: Well… yeah, I guess that’s one way to put it. I don’t like being bad at things! 

[Elle laughs and then stares at her glass for a moment, rolling it between her hands thoughtfully.]

Elle: Which means you need someone who knows what to expect. Someone who’s okay with… the learning curve. 

Spencer: I mean, I know the theory, but — 

Elle: That’s something you can’t really learn from a book. 

Spencer: Unfortunately. I need some practical experience. 

Elle: You need someone you trust. [Spencer nods.] Somebody you’re comfortable with, but not so emotionally involved with that you feel like you need to impress them. 

Spencer: I guess. Yeah. 

[Elle raises her eyebrows and waits for him to get it. It takes a minute. His first instinct is to laugh, then he realizes she’s serious.]

Spencer: Really?  

Elle: Doesn’t take a genius to figure that one out. 

Spencer: But… why? 

Elle: You saved my life. Seems like the least I can do. I owe you one. 

Spencer: I didn’t do that because I expected something in return! You’re my teammate, and my friend, and — 

Elle: Because you know more than me about almost everything else in the world, and for once I’d like to be the one showing off. 

Spencer: That’s not — 

Elle: Haven’t you been listening? You’ve got cheekbones that could cut glass, and — objectively speaking — you’re pretty awesome. Besides, you’re my friend, and — [She hesitates, looking down at her glass, and the next part sounds almost painfully honest.] — my first time wasn’t great. It wasn’t with someone I trusted. And I guess if I can make sure it’s not like that for somebody else… 

Spencer: Oh. [He smiles slightly, looking touched.] You really mean it? 

[Elle rolls her eyes.]

Elle: One night only, no strings attached, and if you ever mention it to anyone on the team I will kill you in your sleep, but yeah. I mean it. 

Spencer: Not a word. 

[Elle drains her glass and straddles him matter-of-factly. He looks very overwhelmed.]

Spencer: Did you know — 

[Elle puts a finger to his lips and shakes her head. He closes his mouth immediately, and she gives him an approving nod, teasing but also genuinely fond.]

Elle: You’re a fast learner, aren’t you? As long as you can follow directions and keep the statistics to yourself, I think we’re going to have some fun tonight. Now, shut up and kiss me. 

[Spencer smiles. Cut to black.]

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The Captain’s Assistant

Chapter 13

Steve Rogers x dark! reader, Avengers x dark! Reader

Summary: After 3 years as Cap's assistant and being treated like nothing, you are captured by Hydra and everything changes.

Warnings: swearing, dark themes, abduction, torture, cannon level violence, theft, bank robbery, manipulating people, pregnancy

Slight AU

You had been in your new home for 5 weeks. You were having a lot of fun living in the woods. It was quiet and you could do whatever you want.

You spent hours everyday practicing the moves Dave from Shield had taught you. You'd do yoga and go on hikes. You'd binge watch shows you'd never had time for before and watch movies all night long if you wanted. You'd found a kitten someone dumped on the side of the road.

He was black and white with little blue eyes. When you found him he was wet and mewling .He followed you around the house and as he gained weight you would call him your chubby Dumpling. The name stuck.

The Avengers made the news a few times and you'd laugh out loud at Steve's resting bitch face and Sam and Wanda always standing between him and Natasha. He must have been pissed. That's awesome, you think to yourself.

At 6 weeks you realize that you haven't had your period. Rather than buy a test in the tiny town you live near you drive to Bristol, Tennessee.

You weren't sure which was most reliable you bought several options. After taking 3 tests in the bathroom of a chain restaurant you almost jump up and down with joy.

Plus sign

Two Pink Lines

Pregnant

The plan you'd made was coming together. The darkness in you seemed to swell with pride when you laughed out loud.

You wanted to call Fury and tell him but that would have to wait till next weekend. You were heading up to Pittsburgh to get some cash and you needed more distance from home before you called. Then you'd have to ditch the phone. You planned it all out in your head as you shopped for baby clothes and bought yourself some loose fitting sweats and a few shirts that would cover your bump.

On the way home you called the handyman and he was willing to start painting the bedroom you had chosen for the baby while you were gone next week. You'd have to find a doctor, and you needed to research what you were going to need.

And you were definitely buying a paddle.

The doctor had confirmed your pregnancy and you had a sonogram picture of a blob on your refrigerator. At 8 weeks you had heard the baby's heartbeat and you were astonished. There was a little person in there. And you loved them.

You put off the call to Fury till you were almost 10 weeks. You had driven to Cleveland and had taken $40,000 from a bank. The call had been traced you were sure a week later when there was news of Tony Stark having been staying at a hotel there in a tabloid at the grocery store check out. You'd put Dumpling's bag of food up on the counter and added the tabloid to see if Steve had been there.

You figured you had about two months before they found you so you stayed content in your little bubble.

For once you were wrong. Apparently you'd over-estimated there skills. You were 30 weeks pregnant when you heard a knock on your door. You had been watching the surveillance cameras as a black SUV pulled up and out stepped Steve, Bucky, Wanda and Sam.

You went to the door with a look of confusion. Pulling it open you stared at them like you didn't know why they were there.

Steve seemed to choke on air when he saw your stomach and Wanda made an awww sound.

Dumpling, not being happy at being ignored by his mom let a yowl and attached himself to Bucky's pants leg. Your eyes widened and you laughed at the look of shock on his face.

It seemed to break the silence and everyone began talking at once.

You hold up your hands and say "Would you like to come in?" And they all look rather sheepish.

As you get them settled in the living room, you offer to make coffee or tea. Wanda immediately jumps up to help and follows you to the kitchen. As you start the coffee she seems to want to say something, so you turn to her and smile.

"I know you might not want to talk about it but why haven't you come home?" She asks

"I am home. I left because there is something inside me that is being twisted and I didn't want to see the look of digust on Steve's face when he saw what I'm turning into." You said turning away again and filling the kettle. You dropped your shoulders, as if you were feeling defeated. Wanda put her hand on your shoulder and squeezed.

"The fact that you are worried about how he sees you says there is a chance for you to do better." Wanda says."And what about the little one? You need support. Natasha feels terrible. Your father isn't something we can help with bit we can give you a family."

You turn to her and give her a shaky smile, as you put the kettle on the stove. "I don't know what to say to him." You say looking towards the doorway.

"Just tell him the truth."she says with a smile, taking your hand.

Like hell are you going to start doing that. You'd rather stick a fork in your eye.

"Ok. I can do this. Can you get Sam and Bucky's coffee. I'm going to show Steve the nursery." You say as you grip her hand tightly.

"No problem. Go get your man."she says.

As you walk to the living room you hear low voices and laugh when you see Bucky on the floor throwing Dumpling's little mouse and the cat chasing it down to attack then bringing it back. Sam is sitting opposite him and Dumpling is studiously ignoring him as Bucky gives him shit for it.

You catch Steve's eye and he stands up crossing the room in 2 strides and wrapped you in a hug. The look of shock is back when the baby chooses that moment to kick, thumping against his abdomen.

"Does that hurt?'' he asks holding you at arms length to look down at your belly.

"Sometimes,"you say and take a good look at his face. He looks tired. His hair is disordered as if he has been running his hands through it. Still sexy as hell. Stupid fucking pregnancy hormones.

"Look Y/N.." he starts, but you cut him off taking his hand and pulling him to the stairs.

"Come with me. I have something I want to show you." You tell him as you start up.

He follows you like a puppy on a leash and you bite back a giggle. When you get to the door of the nursery you turn the doorknob swinging the door open silently.

He looked around in awe at the light blue bedroom. There were little touches of cream and pink. Dark wood floors with cream colored furniture and a light pink rug. There were stuffed animals on shelves along with children's books. When he got to the mobile on the crib he was stunned.

The spinning toy had little Captain America shields. You tell him you had it custom made for the baby and his eyes look damp.

He clears his throat, and turns looking around the room again. He checks the closet and sees the drawers with baby clothes you had installed, little dresses hanging from the rod. The other door leads to a bathroom you had done with cream walls and a blue rug on light pink marble floors. There is a baby bathtub in the larger tub. He looks so lost you almost want to hug him. Almost.

When he turns back to you he says, "It's a girl?" And you grin at his smile of delight.

"She is a girl. I found out at 20 weeks." You answer. At his look of concern you say "what?"

"You've been doing this alone. I would have been there for everything. I don't know what you think but there is nothing you can do that would make me leave. You said in your note that you didn't want the darkness in you to hurt me. Maybe I can help you carry it? If that's what you want." He pulls your note out of his back pocket.

You almost have what you wanted. Just a couple more steps...

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