#she plays the game and she plays the game GOOD and she is so. so damn cool for it.

[inkandapex]

stream madness pt.3

Lando Norris x Reader

Summary: Lando Norris and his girlfriend, Y/N continue to grace the stream with tooth-achingly sweet moments, often caught on camera. But they’re not immune to some naughty slip-ups, much to Max F's dismay.

Words: 3.9k

Warnings: swearing, suggestive content

part 1 | part 2

Mic On

It was already well into the night, and somehow, Max had convinced Lando to hop on his Twitch stream for a late-night Counter-Strike session. They were in between rounds when the door creaked open, and Y/N walked in.

Lando tugs off one side of his headset the moment he felt her hand rest on his shoulder, tilting his head back to look up at her.

“Oh, hey baby. How was dinner?” he murmured, catching her hand in his and pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles.

Y/N smiled, running her fingers through his hair, making his eyes flutter shut for a brief second. “It was good. You’re on stream?”

“Mhmm.” He nodded, completely unbothered, yanking off his headset entirely.

Max’s voice suddenly boomed through the speakers. “Hey Y/N! Chat’s been looking for you.”

Y/N laughed, settling into the empty gaming chair beside Lando. “Sorry, chat. I was out with friends.”

Y/N’s eyes continued to scan the chat, answering a few questions every now and then, completely unaware of the way Lando was staring.

He hadn’t looked away since the moment she walked in. Not once.

Max was still talking, chat was flying, but Lando? Lando was somewhere else entirely.

Y/N finally glanced over, catching his intense gaze. She raised a brow, lips curving into a small smile. “What?”

Her soft voice snapped him out of his trance, but instead of looking flustered, Lando’s lips curled into a mischievous grin. He didn’t answer right away—just leaned in slightly, fingers reaching for his mic.

An attempt to mute himself.

Except—

He missed.

He tugs her chair a little closer, his hand sliding onto her lap as that familiar cheeky smirk plays on his lips.

“I was just thinking… you look really good right now, my love. Do you wanna—”

"MIC ON! MIC ON! YOUR MIC IS STILL ON!"

Max’s panicked scream blasted through the speakers.

Max’s panicked shouts made both of them jump, Y/N spinning her chair away in embarrassment while Lando nearly slid off his own chair from laughing.

Chat was going feral.

Lando, still wheezing, finally managed to get words out. “I just wanted to ask if she wanted to stay on the stream and play with us!”

Max, still skeptical, narrowed his eyes through the screen. “Sure, Lando. Sure.”

Lando shook his head, clicking his tongue. “Get your head out of the gutter, mate. Dirty bastard.”

Y/N, still red-faced, simply sighed. The damage was already done.

"max always having to come to their rescue will never not be funny" "LN was ready to risk it all" "cant blame bob, Y/N looks amazing" "MAX SHOUTING" "Please tell me someone clipped that"

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Fish are friends NOT food

"Baby, please. Your food is touching my food."

Lando’s whiny complaint made both Max and Y/N pause mid-chew, turning to look at him like he’d just announced he was retiring from racing to become a monk.

Max glanced over at Lando’s plate, unimpressed, before shaking his head with a chuckle. "You're unbelievable, mate."

"It's just sushi, Lan" Y/N muttered, barely sparing him a glance as she scrolled through her phone.

"It's fish!" Lando exclaimed, holding up his plate dramatically for the camera, zooming in to prove how his spring rolls were daring to brush against Y/N’s salmon nigiri.

Max snorted. “Grow up, Lando.”

Lando huffed, crossing his arms. "You grow up." He looks over at his girlfriend, pleading eyes "Baby please, I don't even want to touch it"

“Lan…” Y/N sighed in defeat, picking up the piece of sushi he was so dramatically complaining about and popping it into her mouth. “Happy?”

Lando watched in absolute horror, his face scrunching up like he’d just witnessed a crime. He shivered at the mere thought of it. “Don’t know how you can eat that… raw too.”

Y/N smirked, grabbing another piece. She held it up to him. “Try it. Come on.”

“No.”

“I promise you it’s good.”

“And I promise you I’m gonna be sick.” Lando leaned back, holding his arm out like she was trying to feed him actual poison.

Max, watching the whole thing unfold, burst out laughing. “This is the farthest I’ve ever seen Lando be from Y/N while being in the same room as her.”

Chat? Losing it.

"HE’S SO DRAMATIC I CAN’T" "MAX WITH THE LIVE COMMENTARY" "bro is scared of sushi"

“I’ll do a photoshoot for Quadrant merch if you eat one piece.”

Silence.

Both Max and Lando’s heads snapped toward Y/N so fast they could’ve gotten whiplash.

Y/N had denied every single request to model for Quadrant—begged, bribed, guilt-tripped—nothing had worked. Until now.

Max turned to the camera, mouth slightly agape. “Do you guys understand how long we’ve been asking Y/N to model for us? They weren’t even dating yet and we were already trying to convince her.”

Lando’s gaze flickered between the sushi and Y/N, eyes filled with pure despair and conflict.

“Two collections,” he blurted out.

Y/N blinked. “What?”

“You have to model for two collections” Lando negotiated, like this was a high-stakes F1 contract and not about eating a single piece of fish.

Max and Y/N exchanged glances before bursting into laughter.

“There you go, chat,” Max said, shaking his head in disbelief. “Now you know we’re working on two new collections, thanks to Lando’s terrible bargaining skills.”

Lando groaned, realizing he had just leaked their upcoming release in real time.

“Fine,” Y/N conceded, “but you have to actually chew and swallow it.”

Lando narrowed his eyes. “AND… you do a shoot with me for LN4 merch too.”

The room fell silent again.

Max watched in amusement as Lando and Y/N locked eyes, neither blinking, waiting to see who would fold first.

Max smirked. “This is the most intense negotiation I’ve ever witnessed, and I’ve seen Alpine and McLaren fight over Oscar Piastri.”

Finally, Y/N held out her hand. “Deal.”

Lando took it, but instead of shaking, he brought it up to his lips and kissed it. “Deal.”

Max exploded. “I can’t believe this is happening. Someone clip this, please, I’m begging—fuck it, I gotta film this.” He fumbled for his phone, nearly knocking over his drink in the process.

Lando let out a deep, dramatic breath, grabbing his water bottle like it was his lifeline.

Y/N’s smile stretched wide, almost devilish, as she slowly inched the piece of sushi closer to Lando’s mouth.

“Open up, cutie,” she cooed.

Lando shot her a look of betrayal, but he had already sealed his fate. With a deep breath, he took the piece into his mouth, chewing at full speed, eyes squeezed shut like he was enduring actual pain.

Max was already cackling.

Lando forced himself to swallow, then dramatically opened his mouth wide to prove it was gone before immediately chugging half his water bottle like his life depended on it.

Y/N and Max? Wheezing.

Max threw his hands up. “And history has been made!”

Still recovering, Lando grabbed a spring roll and took the biggest bite possible, desperately trying to erase the taste of fish from his mouth.

Y/N ruffled his hair, grinning proudly. “Proud of you, my love. I’m telling Carlos about your bravery today.”

Lando nearly choked on his spring roll. “No. You are not.”

"HE TOOK IT LIKE A CHAMP" "Lando vs. Sushi—Sushi wins" "CARLOS NEEDS TO HEAR ABOUT THIS ASAP"

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Australia GP

Max had woken up far too early, but the excitement for the Australia race had him buzzing. He’d set up his stream, ready to deliver some live commentary for his viewers as they watched the race unfold. Max had already talked about Lando's stellar performance from practice and qualifying, and of course, a handful of jabs about Y/N's debut on the big screen.

As the camera cut to Y/N chatting with Cisca, Lando’s mom, during the red flag pause, Max’s eyes lit up.

“Ah, there she is! WAG title stealer!” Max exclaimed, clapping his hands loudly as the broadcast showed Y/N mid-conversation, the words "Lando’s partner" flashing across the screen beneath her name.

The chat exploded with laughing emojis as Max quickly snapped a picture on his phone, an evil smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “I’m sending this straight to Lando. He’s gonna love this. Bro is down bad for her, it's actually sickening”

The race hadn’t exactly gone according to plan. Max was feeling empathetic for all the rookies, as well as Carlos and Fernando, who were all out of the race early, DNFing one by one. But what really sent everyone into a bit of a spiral was when both McLarens went off-track, and then Oscar slid off into the grass.

Max kept going with his commentary, his usual sharp observations now mixed with praise for Oscar’s effort to get his car back on track. He was doing his best to keep it light, but when the camera cut to a replay of the McLaren garage’s reaction, Max couldn’t help himself.

“Oh dear,” Max chuckled softly, eyes glued to the screen. “Look at Y/N. I think she aged 10 years and it’s only race 1 of 24.”

Y/N’s face was a mix of concern and pure stress, tightly holding hands with Cisca as she watched her partner’s car struggle. Her eyes went wide when Oscar’s car slipped, and the pressure was visible on her face.

Max, clearly enjoying himself, added, “Poor Y/N looks like she’s about to start a full-on grey hair collection.”

The chat was absolutely losing it.

"MAX IS SO SAVAGE LMAO" "Y/N'S FACE JUST AGES A DECADE" "she's just like us" "SOMEONE CHECK ON Y/N SHE'S ABOUT TO HAVE A MELTDOWN"

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Swirly Pistachi-OH!

Max and Lando sat side by side, setting up a lobby to play a new game, both of them already gearing up for the chaos that would ensue. The vibe was relaxed, but that quickly shifted when the door opened, and Y/N walked in, looking absolutely fuming.

"Lando! I can't believe you. I've—"

Max immediately reaches over and mutes his mic, the tension in the room rising as both he and Max exchanged brief glances. Y/N didn’t even acknowledge them, her hands waving around, clearly heated about whatever had just happened. Her eyes locked onto Lando,

Lando can be seen reaching out to her, both now in deep conversation while Max sat there like a child caught in the middle of his parents arguing.

Lando can be seen running his hands through his hair, immediately reaching for his phone as she stormed off, clearly done with the argument.

Max, ever the opportunist, unmuted himself with a small sigh. “Alright, so… that argument?” He chuckled, shaking his head. “It was about who ate her ice cream from the freezer”

Lando, still rubbing his temples in frustration, groaned. “Mate, keep your voice down, she has super hearing.”

Max burst into laughter, throwing his head back. “Chat’s probably thinking it’s something serious”

Before Lando could respond, the door slammed open again with a dramatic flair, and there stood Y/N, hands on her hips, eyes practically smoking with fury.

"It was swirly pistachi-oh— Fewtrell, you know how hard it is to get a hold of that!" she snapped, voice sharp as a knife.

Lando pursed his lips, doing his absolute best to hold back his laughter, but it was clear he was about to lose it. He could feel Max trying to hide his grin beside him, but Lando knew the minute Y/N saw him struggling, it was only going to make things worse.

Max, still processing, blinked a few times in disbelief. “Wait, like Lec’s swirly pistachio? Charles Leclerc’s?”

Y/N shot Max a look that could melt steel. “Yes, Max. Charles' ice cream. It sells out so fast around here, it’s like gold. And Lando—” she turned her glare to him, the look of death now firmly in place, “—decided to eat my stash. The whole thing. All of it.”

Lando couldn’t keep it in anymore and burst into laughter, clutching his stomach as the weight of the situation hit him. But the moment he saw Y/N's expression change—eyebrows raised, hands on her hips like she was ready to deliver an epic punishment—his laughter faltered.

Y/N squinted at him like he had just committed war crimes. “Oh, you think this is funny?”

Lando immediately stopped laughing and put his hands up in surrender. “Alright, alright, I’m sorry, baby, please… Come here.”

But Y/N stood firm, not budging an inch. Her arms stayed crossed, her expression still ice-cold.

Lando’s smile faltered as he stood up to walk towards her. “Come on, my love… I already texted Charles to see if he can get us some more,” he said, doing his best to sound sweet and sincere, though the grin trying to form on his face was absolutely betraying him.

Y/N eyed him suspiciously, her lips pursed in the tightest line. “You texted Charles? Before apologizing to me?”

Lando hesitated, then shrugged sheepishly. “Well, he’s the pistachio supplier, isn’t he? Just trying to get the best deal for us.”

Max, now full-on crying from laughing, added, “You know, I think Charles might just have one last scoop left in his freezer. You’ve got to pull out the big guns, mate.”

Lando pulls her into a tight hug while shooting Max a glare that could only be described as a silent plea for mercy. But as Y/N’s gaze softened slightly, he knew he might just be getting out of this one alive… for now.

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The Accidental Moan

Lando and Max were deep into a heated game of Tarkov, and Y/N walked in, casually leaning against the doorframe, watching the two of them play. She walks over behind Lando’s chair, arms folded as she observed their chaotic gameplay.

Lando glanced up at her, offering a playful grin. “Hi, my love. Wanna grab a chair and join us?”

Y/N smiled, shaking her head, her fingers threading through Lando’s messy curls. “I’m good. Just making food right now. Came to check on you two.”

Max groaned from the other side of the room. “Perfect timing. I’m starving.”

Y/N laughed. “I know, you’ve been playing for hours.”

Lando leaned back in his seat, humming contentedly as she ran her fingers through his hair. “Mmm, that feels nice, baby,” he sighed, half-losing focus on the game as he relaxed into her touch.

Y/N grinned, her fingers still running through his hair. “Your hair’s a bit tangled, you know.”

Max snorted from the other side. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure he hasn’t seen a brush in weeks.”

Lando smirked, keeping his eyes on the screen but clearly enjoying the attention. “I like it like this.”

Y/N laughed lightly, “I’m sure you do.” She leaned down to give him a quick kiss on the top of his head as he leaned into her touch.

“Alright, I gotta go check on the food,” Y/N said, pulling her hands away from his hair. But as she did, something unexpected happened.

Her fingers got caught in the tangles of his curls, and as she moved away, it pulled harshly, making Lando let out a loud, unintentional moan.

Max, mid-game, froze. His eyes widened in shock. “What the fuck was that?!”

Y/N froze too, her face immediately turning a shade of red. She stood there, staring at Lando, unsure how to recover.

Lando, now realizing exactly what just happened, doubled over in laughter, his face bright red. “I swear, it wasn’t what it sounded like,” he managed to say between fits of giggles.

Max, still shocked, looked from Lando to Y/N, his face full of disbelief. “Oh no, it was exactly what it sounded like”

Lando, trying to stop laughing but failing miserably, looked at Y/N. “Oh baby...” He burst into laughter again, shaking his head.

Y/N, standing frozen with her hands still awkwardly in the air, just shook her head, biting back a laugh herself. “I didn’t mean to—” she started but was cut off by Lando’s giggles. "You know what, i'm leaving" Y/N shakes her head as she rushes out of the room

Max and Lando, still laughing at the absurdity of the situation, wiped tears from their eyes. “I can’t—I can’t even focus now,” Max gasped, trying to regain his composure.

Lando, still chuckling, shook his head, attempting to steady himself. “Yeah, alright, I’m good. I’m good.”

They both took deep breaths, trying their best to get back into the game.

Max, still grinning like a Cheshire cat, clicked his tongue and looked at Lando. “So... hair pulling, huh?”

“Shut up, Max.”

"LANDO IS INTO HAIR PULLING" "max's face!" "POOR Y/N" "LANDO CAUGHT ON LIVE AGAIN"

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Make me pretty

Viewers slowly began to fill Max's stream, immediately flooding the chat with comments about the unusual setting. The camera was focused on Lando, who was sitting in a make-up chair, while Y/N stood off to the side, rummaging through a pouch.

Max clapped his hands and grinned. “Alright, chat, welcome!”

Lando flashed a smile and gave a small wave to the camera. “Bit of a different setup today, we managed to rent out a tiny studio for an impromptu shoot,” Max explained.

Y/N returned to stand between Lando’s legs, gently dabbing a make-up sponge on his face.

“Y/N’s the one making sure Lando looks presentable today,” Max added.

Lando tilted his head slightly, looking up at her with a soft smile. “Make me pretty, baby.”

Y/N chuckled, carefully applying concealer. “I can if you'd stop moving so much”

Max stood to the side, watching intently. “Can you make him look like Carlos?”

Y/N didn’t miss a beat, scoffing as she carefully worked on Lando’s face. “I said I can make him look pretty, Max, not like a Spanish model. I’m not God.”

Max choked back a laugh, and Lando’s jaw dropped as he stared at Y/N, utterly bewildered. “Are you saying Carlos looks so good you can’t even make me look remotely like him?”

Y/N shot him a playful smirk as she continued her work. “Took the words right out of my mouth, baby.”

Lando shakes his head, looking at the camera and pointing a finger at it. “My girlfriend, everybody…”

“I’m kidding, Lan, come on!” Y/N laughs, tilting his face back to look at her as she brushes powder onto his face. Lando scrunches up his nose. “That tickles.”

Y/N chuckles at his reaction, planting a quick peck on his nose. “All done. See? Gorgeous.”

Lando looks at himself in the mirror, nodding with satisfaction. “Damn, I look good.”

Y/N stops him from getting up. “I gotta do your hair, baby. Just a little longer.”

Lando glances at the clock and then back at her. “You gotta hurry up a bit, love. Need to do Max’s makeup too, and we both know that’s gonna take you nearly the whole day just to make him look half decent.”

Max, who’s been silently listening to the conversation, suddenly snaps. “Why the fuck am I catching strays? I haven’t said a word in the past five minutes!”

“Max, come on mate, look at you. You look ghastly. You feeling okay lately?” Lando grinned

Max shot him a glare, rolling his eyes. “You look ill, Lando. Have you seen yourself?”

Lando waved him off dramatically. “Seriously, Max. I’m getting worried here. You look like you need a bit more TLC. Maybe a nap... an exorcism?”

Max groaned. “I hate you. You’re so annoying.”

Lando smirked. “You’re annoying.”

Meanwhile, Y/N stood silently with a hairbrush in hand, staring at the camera. Her expression was a mix of exhaustion and quiet desperation, as if she was silently pleading for help from the viewers as the two continued to bicker like an old married couple. “Help me…” she muttered under her breath, eyes still locked on the camera.

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2 Hands

Lando and Max were on their respective twitch streams, playing a rather relaxed game of UNO. It wasn't until Max decided to cheekily check Lando's stream to sneak a peak of his cards.

What surprised him, however, was his friend who had an annoyingly smug smirk on his face, his other hand no where in sight. And his girlfriend, suspisciously sat quietly beside him, wrapped in a blanket.

"You naughty little shit"

Lando’s whole body tenses. Y/N immediately looks away, suddenly very interested in the chat messages scrolling by at the speed of light.

Max’s smirk widens. "Hand check. Right now"

Lando, the master of deflection, tries to laugh it off as he shows his hand that was once set on the mouse. "Mate, what do you mean? My hands are—"

"Nah nah nah, show me both hands. Now!"

The chat goes feral.

"MAX IS ONTO THEM." 🕵️‍♂️"Lando’s sweating LMAO.""Y/N LOOKS GUILTY ASF."

After a long, agonizing pause, Lando finally raises his hands, one noticeably slower than the other. Max absolutely loses it.

"YOU NASTY LITTLE FUCK!" he cackles, pointing accusingly.

"Oh come on Max it was just on her bo—"

"Lando!" Y/N shouts and hides their face in her hoodie, and chat is now 100% convinced they just witnessed history.

Max: 1 | Lando: -100 | Y/N: Applying for Witness Protection

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Sim-sanity

Lando and Y/N glances behind them as Max walks into the room, a couple of bags of food in hand, his face a mix of annoyance and hunger.

"You two should just throw your phones away, I've been trying to call you for an hour" Max grumbles, shaking his head as he drops the bags onto the table.

Y/N smirks, grabbing one of the bags. "Hello to you too, grumpy." She starts pulling out boxes of food, her attention split between Max and the chaos on Lando's screen.

Lando, who’s completely absorbed in his game, glances up just long enough to acknowledge Max. "Oh you're here"

Max eyes the screen, raising an eyebrow. "Oh nice, Y/N, you're finally sharing your Sims with the stream?"

Y/N rolls her eyes but keeps pulling food out of the bag, clearly not impressed. "That's Lando's Sim. I was supposed to play, but he hogged it."

Max laughs as he leans in, squinting at the characters on the screen. "Mate, is that you and Y/N? Hold up, they actually look like you two. It's kinda freaky..."

Lando grins, still not taking his eyes off the game. "Yeah, I found a pre-made version of me and spent hours making Y/N."

Y/N shrugs as she digs into her food, rolling her eyes again. "He wouldn’t even let me play. Spent hours on it and wouldn't let me touch it."

Lando, not missing a beat, taps his mic as if it’s a casual question. "Chat—should we hire a nanny for Livie or should I quit my job and stay home?"

Max freezes. "Who the hell is Livie?"

"Our kid, Max," Lando says, looking at him as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. "Keep up."

Y/N looks at Max, nodding seriously. "Yeah, we’ve got two kids now."

Lando, eyes glued to the screen, clicks furiously as he navigates through the Sims world, completely absorbed in his virtual family.

Y/N and Max exchange amused glances, trying not to laugh at how seriously he’s taking the game.

"Kind of concerning how invested he is in this," Max says, his voice low, as he watches Lando’s furrowed brow. "He doesn’t even play VR golf with this much concentration."

Y/N, chuckling under her breath, leans back in her chair, shaking her head. "Oh, Max, no. He’s really invested. Don’t let the quiet fool you—he’s planning their whole life. I'm pretty sure our Sims' kids are more organized than we are."

Lando leans back in his chair, stretching his arms above his head with a satisfied grin. "Alright, baby, Livie’s grown enough, and Sim me just quit his job. Time to woohoo for our third baby," he says nonchalantly, his fingers still hovering over the keyboard as if he’s casually discussing his grocery list.

"You're mental"

[ggidolsmuts]

Yuqi's Boy Toy's Ball Toy - (G)I-dle Yuqi

"God I hate big dicks!"

"I hope you haven't looked in the mirror recently then," you reply, matching Yuqi's snark with yours as she comes barging into your apartment.

"Fuck you." She helps herself to a beer in your fridge.

"Can I help you with something?"

"Yes, teach guys that wanting to smash is figurative, not literal."

"I'll send out a meeting invite, anything else?"

"No, I just came to steal your beer."

"And I get nothing out of it today?"

"Blame my one night stand last night. If you wanted some you should've answered yesterday."

"I know a drunk booty call when I see one, I'm surprised he got anything done with you."

"Well he definitely did, ugh it's still sore." You sigh and give in.

"There's an ice pack in the freezer and hot packs on the shelf, use whichever you think helps."

"Mwah, you're the best." Yuqi pecks you in thanks. She grabs a hot pack and flops onto the couch, placing it over her abdomen. "Ooh that's good. All you need is some pads, condoms, and plan B, and I'm never leaving this place." 

"I am not your personal pharmacy. How long are you going to be here?"

"Why? Somewhere you have to be, or someone coming over that you have to be in? Spill it!"

"No, I have errands to run, and I don't need you bringing bad fuck number 2 here."

"I won't, I'll just be on your computer going through your search history."

"You're not staying here while I'm out, you can either come with me to the supermarket, or you can leave when I leave and come back later."

"Will you text me when you come back dear?" Yuqi simpers.

"No."

"Fine, guess I'm coming with you then."

You regret your decision, as by the end of the shopping trip, you've bought more for Yuqi than for yourself.

"Thank you so very much," she says as she places her snacks on the shelf.

"You're welcome, daily interest rate is 50%."

"For?"

"The snacks."

"You mean you weren't treating me to them?"

"What have you done to deserve me treating you?" Yuqi grins—the foreplay begins.

"Want to get yourself off today?" She hovers over you at your desk, a hand on your thigh. 

"You say that like I can't get myself off without you." You smirk and bring up Yuqi's Instagram deliberately, as if looking up her photos for "material". 

"Oh but I get five star reviews. You said, and I quote, 'Damn you make me cum so hard Yuqi.'"

"Did I now?"

"Mmhmm, look it up." You look up her pictures instead, finding one of her biting on her top, revealing the bra underneath. 

"This is a nice one, makes sense too. Only way to shut you up is with something in your mouth."

"Well, if you think that's enough for you, sure. I didn't realize you were scared about finishing too fast."

"I was just trying to spare your sore pussy. I remember you saying you're out of commission, something about hating big dicks?"

"Yeah but, it's okay, I guess I could go one round today, you're not that big. Plus I like your dick," Yuqi whispers in your ear.

"I didn't know we're playing two truths and a lie." You bring a hand to her leg, feeling your way up her thigh. "Well then, your tits look huge in this photo, I too am down for a round, and, just to be considerate, I can make you cum in one thrust, so you won't feel too sore." 

Yuqi instantly gets the lie, and she snarls, digging her nails into your thigh. "Big words for a small man, care to back them up?"

"Small tits for a loudmouth, your back is definitely not sore." You grab at her chest, and she smacks you away. Yuqi swings her leg across your lap, straddling you.

"Fuck you, put up or shut up." Her glare is venomous, but you both knew it to be impotent—she loved to spice things up, a little gamesmanship in the proceedings.

"Yeah? Want me to get some teeth in the game?" You lift Yuqi's top off her head, pushing up her bra and getting some teeth in her game, gently tugging on a nipple with your teeth.

"Yeah, no way you can get me to cum in one shot. If you fail, I get the snacks for free, and you pay for my pills, I know you won't be able to stop yourself from cumming in me."

"If you do cum, what do I get?"

"What do you want?"

"Introduce me to your idol friends, you get boring after a while."

"Boring? I'll show you boring!" Yuqi pulls off your shirt before kissing you furiously, your teeth knocking into hers. You remain unperturbed.

"Do we have a deal?"

"I give you the number of one of my idol friends."

"No, you ask around, see who is looking for something fun, and let them know about the good times you have with me."

"All of them?"

"Oh? Are they all looking for some fun? The more the merrier."

"You get one."

"I get to choose then."

"No, I go through your search history and pick one for you."

"All you'll see in my search history is 'women bustier than Yuqi', it won't be very helpful." Yuqi's nails graze your neck as you carry her to the bedroom.

"You really know how to push my buttons, asshole."

"Only because it works." You dip your hands beneath the front of her shorts, finding her wet already—Yuqi loves the back and forth, the challenge you put up against her, willing to trigger her to get her angry and excited. Sex with Yuqi borders on hate sex, specifically sex that both of you would hate to give up.

"Fine, you get to choose, but no promises, you know how flighty we idols are."

"Oh I definitely experienced it today, I wasn't expecting my weekend to be so noisy."

"You're welcome," Yuqi sneers, kicking off her clothes and watching you take off yours. You disappear into the bathroom for a moment, and come out with a small ball. "What's that?"

"A little toy I've been thinking to try." You bring it immediately between her thighs.

"Whoa, where do you think you're putting it?"

"Relax, it's squishy, I can take it out easily, your pussy's not that tight." You hand it to her, and Yuqi looks it over carefully before giving it back to you.

"Doesn't seem like a vibrator."

"It's not, just a little squishy ball. I'll just push it in a little bit, basically, just the tip."

"Pfft fine." You pinch the ball in two fingers and lightly push it just past her lips—not enough for it to be moved further in by her muscles, just deep enough to not fall out.

"Okay there?"

"Yeah I guess, feels odd but whatever."

"Good." You get on top of her, kissing her while your hands moved to her modest chest. For all your badmouthing of her tits, you did like playing with them, hearing how she reacted to you. "Such nice little tits."

"Ahh..." Yuqi knows that you know she's actually really sensitive there. "Get down there and suck them."

"Aye aye missy." You kiss your way down, all around her soft peaches, leaving hickeys on the side of them, places where there's no risk of showing on stage.

"You know the coordis give me looks when they see them right?"

"Before or after you flaunt what good sex we have to them?"

"It's okay, I'm going to tell them how much my pussy hurts after you fail today."

"We'll see about that." You suck on her little dime pieces, leaving them slick and shiny. Yuqi's hands are everywhere—on your shoulders, in your hair, on your neck. You hate it but allow yourself to suffer her scratches—with her long idol nails, you definitely end up with more marks than she does usually. Imperiously you pin her wrists above her head, and with your free hand you firmly tug her hair back, exposing her delicious pale neck to you. You lean in close, kissing a known weak spot of hers. You know she doesn't want marks there, but that doesn't stop you from showing it love, a quick flick of your tongue over her skin before you dry it off with a gentle breath.

"Trying to delay the inevitable are you?" Yuqi sputters as you kiss along her jaw. "Just hurry up and fail and we can just do things normally."

"Looks like someone's needy, I'm trying to delay the inevitable for you." You smile and hover over her, your cock resting against her mound.

"Yeah right, I have other..." Yuqi drifts off, and you watch the arousal hit her, her pupils dilating, a flush going to her cheeks. "W-What the fuck?" She looks down her body, at your cock. "I, mm, I need it! What— The toy, did you drug me?"

"Of course not, let me take it out, you'll see." Just the dip of your fingers into her is enough to make Yuqi moan loudly. You hold the squishy ball to her face, and when you gently squeeze it, a few drops land on her chest—her juices. With the ball inside her, you've been effectively giving Yuqi "just the tip" this whole time, teasing her along with everything else you did to her. The ball soaked up her juices as she got wet, swelling in size, parting her walls just that little bit more. The whole time she never noticed, too caught up by your foreplay, when the true edging was happening between her legs.

Now though Yuqi immediately feels what her pussy has been crying out for—dick, and yours is the closest one. Having been held open for so long, Yuqi's pussy needs a cock to split her open, expecting the "tip" to finally come through and fuck her.

"You, god, fucker, need you!" she gasps in her husky voice, legs trying to wrap around your hips, making sure you can't get away.

"Are you sure? I'm afraid I'll hurt you if I put it in right now."

"No you, hnngh dumbass!" With the ball gone both you and Yuqi can see how wet she is, the inside of her thighs beginning to turn shiny.

"Or what if you cum right away?

"I won't, I'm not gonna—" Yuqi hiccups as you brush your tip against her entrance, and she can't help but buck her hips, her pussy trying to grab your tip already.

"Yeah? I should tease you a little further then." You grab the ball again, leaving a trail of her own juices as you bring it down her body.

"No! I, mmmmm!" Yuqi whines as you nudge her lips with your cock, as if making sure she's as wide open as possible. "I don't care, just put it in already!"

"So demanding Yuqi, fine!" You toss the ball away and wrap your arms under her shoulders, bracing yourself around her small frame. With your hips drawn back you're looking at Yuqi, her eyes flickering between your face and your cock. "You are going to cum." Her eyes glare at you, trying to rise to the challenge, but as soon as your tip touches her pussy again she wavers, her eyelids fluttering.

You pull her down by the shoulders as you slam up and forward into her.

"Hnngh oh my god!" Poor Yuqi never stood a chance. Her eyes roll into her skull before the rest of her body follows—her head tilts back, then her chest rises, then her flat tummy. Yuqi's dead silent, but you know she's cumming hard, cumming from the very first thrust. Her walls clench around you in a wild rhythm, and she digs her nails into your arms. You start to fuck her through the waves of pleasure, feeling her walls flutter, being rubbed against back and forth as you saw in and out of her viciously. With your hold on her shoulders each thrust compresses the already small Yuqi even further, making sure you're hitting as deep as you can on every punishing strike into her.

"Guhh, hnnghk!" Yuqi's gurgling, choking like you're skullfucking her through her mouth, but no, you're just pounding the air out of her. Your hips smash into hers, the shockwave of force and pleasure rippling through her tight body and going straight to her head. Yuqi's going to be in pain after this, and she's going to love it. Yuqi's screaming like nails on a chalkboard, except the chalkboard is your arms, and she's leaving deep red lines all down your sides. Yuqi can't tell if she's experiencing multiple orgasms, or one massive explosion of pleasure in her pussy. It's the first time she's ever cum this fast or this hard, and her brain can't even function well enough to even scream.

"I win," you snarl into her ear, and you give Yuqi a different kind of explosion in her womb, blasting her depths with your seed. You stop moving, hilting yourself in her, and you think Yuqi blacks out for a second, her limbs going limp for a brief moment before she regains her hold on you. The actual act took all of a minute or two, yet both of you are spent like you've been fucking for hours.

"Holy shit," Yuqi whispers, trembling under you. "I've never cum like that, what the fuck did you do?"

"You're welcome. I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"Cheater, that ball is a fucking cheat code."

"You let me use it, you could've said no."

"I— Ugh damn you." Yuqi pulls you in for a fierce kiss, making her displeasure known by biting on your lip hard enough to draw a little blood—having sex with Yuqi really is a battle, leaving both of you bloodied and bruised. "Fine, you win."

You slip out of her eventually, and Yuqi curses you further.

"Damn, I guess you really can't help but cum in me huh? Now I gotta make a trip to the pharmacy."

"No need, I have the pills here."

"I thought you said you didn't have them!"

"No, I said I wasn't your personal pharmacy, that's all. You don't get them when someone finishes in you, you get them when I cum in you." Yuqi blushes slightly but fires back.

"Possessive prick."

"Says the lady scratching up a storm on my arms, might as well brand me with 'Property of Yuqi'." She gasps at the lines she wrote on you.

"Shit, sorry, I didn't realize it was that bad."

"It's fine, are you good?" You pass her a glass of water and the pills.

"Yeah, I'm going to be extra sore tomorrow, but at least you made it worth it."

"Good." You nuzzle Yuqi. "Thanks for coming over."

"Playboy," she chides you. You wonder if she's this way with her other fuckbuddies, you hope not. "Just let me use your bathroom and I'll—" Yuqi tries to push herself off the bed, but finds that her arms and legs are still weak.

"Fucked you that good huh?"

"Shut up." You bring her some tissues to at least wipe the mess between her legs, and eventually she's recovered enough to wobble her way to the bathroom. After a quick shower she's put together enough to head out, and you're patched up enough to see out the rest of your day.

"Pick up next time I call you, it's all your fault last night was so bad for me!" Yuqi's being illogical of course, but that's the only retort she can muster after you won today's bet so thoroughly.

"Sure sure, at least I made today better. Don't forget, I get to choose."

"Yeah yeah, god I feel like a pimp." Your phone dings as Yuqi sends you a list of her idol contacts.

"What, no pics?" 

Yuqi flips you the middle finger before slamming the door in a huff.

"Just go look them up yourself, at least it'll diversify your browsing history!"

A/N: So I had two ideas for Yuqi, but I didn't feel like writing two Yuqi's so quickly, so I picked the one I think she fit best with, and I'll save that other idea for someone else maybe related to Yuqi (teased here as her idol friend). Might call this "Six Degrees of Song Yuqi" or I might write the second idea for Yuqi anyways, who knows. Anyways the pic is very hot too, girl has her fun lol. Thanks for reading!

[lesbian-sunshim]

with few exceptions i don't ship any of the m6 with any of the princesses but I wanted to challenge myself and do exactly that; I combined a bodyguard au and an arranged marriage au and came up with this! - an au where bearing an element of harmony comes with a union to one of the princesses, and serves functionally as both a spouse and/or adviser, and a bodyguard.

been calling this either the harmony marriage au, or the elements of marriage lol

Rainbow immediately addresses the elephant in the room and all but volunteers to form a union with Luna; something she does partly to prove she isn't afraid of anyone or anything, but also because… look man she said she was sorry and she's gonna start her new rule with everyone against her - someone has to be there for her. Celestia especially approves of this union, as, even if these marriages are largely political, the element of Loyalty would make a true companion for a pony like Luna. Despite that, I think their start would be difficult, given all the ways the two are opposites… but ultimately flying by moonlight is just as nice as flying during the day, and the long stretches of peaceful nights give them plenty of time to get to know each other.

Cadance solves the unbalanced issue and forms a union with both Pinkie and Fluttershy. There's no limit to virtues that are compatible with Love, but Laughter and Kindness just have that little something extra that catches her attention, nevermind how stinkin cute they are. All three take to their new marriage well. It’s especially helpful that Pinkie and Fluttershy have a pre-established friendship that could easily remain platonic, or turn romantic or queer-platonic; there’s also the fact that Cadance herself was once a humble pegasus raised by earth ponies before being thrust into this royal life, which could be why they caught her eye in the first place. 

(Shining is still here, as someone needs to train these girls in the art of guarding, and their relationship is still active (although PinkieShy would not be considered his wives); bc if there’s one thing I’m going to do with the princess of love, it's show off some poly pride!)

Twilight would, at this point, ““have her choice”” between Generous Rarity or Honest Applejack; either would be fitting for her new title as the princess of Friendship, and both are good ponies who she could rely on. However, given just how much Twilight’s life is about to be upended with new, well, everything - ultimately Rarity turns out to be her best match. She’s generous with her patience and tact in a way AJ isn’t quite, and more importantly she understands the ins and outs of the high class, making her a real asset in Twilight’s transition to royalty. Nevermind that the two were maybe already a little smitten before their union even took place…

This leaves Applejack sort of “auto-paired” with Celestia. At first Applejack seems like a horrible choice for a princess who is practically a queen, given how very little she knows about this life, and the way the upper class look down on her, but it ends up that her more open/harsh honesty that would have maybe been too much for Twilight in her new role is actually perfect against Celestia. It takes Applejack a bit to learn how to hold her tongue in royal public but she learns to play the game in her own way, and her willingness to speak openly and bluntly with Celestia - in private - is so refreshing to Celestia, who hasn't had a pony tell her like it is in ages. That said, i think this learning curve takes quite some time to even itself out, and in the beginning they spend a lot of their marriage clashing with each other, though ultimately i see Applejack as a respectful enough horse that her southern charm does just that, charming the princess in a way she couldn’t expect.

The six are still all friends with each other, although given the sister pairs some of them see each other more often; Twilight, Rarity, Pinkie, and Fluttershy are a bit closer in that sense, while Applejack and Rainbow consider each other best friends. I’d be willing to say maybe something is going on between them, if i didn’t think that went against what the element of loyalty stands for, but there’s definitely rumors…

[myidealhousehaschickenfeet]

Here's the thing

I know they're not going for 100% historical accuracy here

But I know very little about horses, and I can tell from the first minute of the trailer that something is seriously wrong.

(I can't embed the video very well; just click on the kickstarter link above and watch the video up top)

Look at the size of the player character in relation to her horse.

Look at where on the horse she sits.

If you're familiar with horses, that might look right to you! 'Good job,' you will say to yourself! 'They animated those horses so accurately! What attention to detail!'

The very fact that it looks so familiar is what is wrong.

This horse game is set in 13th century Mongolia. Historical Mongolian horses are much, much smaller than modern Western horses. There is a very simple, and very VITAL reason for this:

Feeding

Horses have to eat! Bigger horses have to eat more!!

Modern horses such as the ones commonly ridden in Europe and North America, are fed hay or grain. That is a lot of calories, every season of the year, fed to them very densely. This lets them be BIG.

In 13th century Mongolia, people were NOT keeping their horses in stalls, and feeding them hay. Horses were an essential part of all aspects of subsistence, travel, and culture, precisely BECAUSE they did not need to be fed, and could subsist solely off of the grasses of the Steppe.

This makes sense! Wild horses are, after all, native to the steppes of Central Asia! Of course they can feed themselves in that ecosystem. And crucially, the wild horses who do that, and from whom the Mongolians regularly built their herds (something you do in game!) must be SMALL in order to do that! Without humans providing them processed hay (which the Mongols could not do within their existing subsistence system), horses have to be SMALL.

(Aside: this is why American Mustangs, the wild/feral descendants of domesticated horses brought to North America, are considerably smaller than their domesticated ancestors from only max a few hundred years back! Because there's no one to feed them, so they can't sustain that huge size!)

So, how does that look for riding? It looks like this:

This is a Mongolian horse archer in 1895.

See how small that horse is?? How far forward he sits??

That's not just a nitpicky detail; it's an essential fact following from the basic tenets of Mongolian horse husbandry (namely, not stall-feeding horses).

Now, look back at the game footage. Do you see the problem?

"But Moth!" I hear you saying, "this game SAYS it's not going for full historical accuracy! Why does it matter if the horses are the wrong size?"

Well, I suppose, in a sense, it doesn't. This is a video game. It's there for people to enjoy and have fun with. If you're interested in this game, and want to play it, go ahead! I genuinely hope that you have a wonderful time.

But watching that trailer, and seeing how much care and love and attention to detail went into this games horses -- making sure they look, move, sound, and act just like modern horses? I guess it just makes me sad.

Sad because they didn't care to put any of that time or attention into the real, historical setting of this game, or the real, modern and historical people whose culture they're representing. Because while the kickstarter page certainly says they're working with members of the Mongolian culture, we don't see any in the trailer. We don't get any discussion of historical or cultural research about Mongolia. Half the trailer is dedicated to an equestrian expert, and the horse research, and the horse lovers on the team, and the horse animation, but the Mongolian part? There's a picture and a few words.

There's also the fact that modern horses very similar to what 13th century Mongols rode do exist! They're rare breeds now, who don't get enough attention or respect. This game could try to change that! It didn't have to add modern horse breeds, especially ones that didn't exist at all in the 1200s, let alone in Mongolia. And I know, I know very little about this game. Maybe there are rarer, older breeds in there, in addition to the more modern ones. I really don't know! But I do know an opportunity has been lost.

I guess, in the end I'm more disappointed than anything. This is almost certainly going to be a great game, and it is drawing lovely attention to a much-misunderstood time and place in history, while seeming to avoid the more obvious blunders.

But even still. In what's marketed as a highly-researched game about Mongolian horse riding...

I guess I'd hoped to see some Mongolian horses.

[dykeforhire]

I Wanna Be Your Dog

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x afab!reader

Description: a night out with the team and a hurricane shot strikes up some interesting experiences between you and Chief Prentiss.

Warnings: (18+) Smut (rough sex, choking, hair pulling, spitting, slapping, strap-sucking), dirty talk, use of she/her pronouns, pet names like good/pretty girl, etc but no full on descriptors.

Playlist: I Wanna Be Your Dog - Joan Jett, Mars needs guitars - Voodoo Gurus

Word count: 13k (sorry not sorry<3)

Read on ao3 | Masterlist

A/n: FINALLY ITS HERE!! enjoy;)

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It’s been a grueling week for the entire team. 

The last case was long and exhausting, a seemingly never-ending chase. That is until they finally caught the break they needed to take him down. It was like a tidal wave of relief had crashed over the team. And so, that is how you and the ladies ended up at a bar in town, huddled around a table in the corner of the room, passing around jokes and playing ridiculous games that co-workers most definitely should not play together. But tonight, you are all simply close friends.

“Okay, okay- Y/n! How about you?” JJ quipped playfully from the other side of the table, her warm, blonde locks tousled messily over her shoulder. “What is your craziest sex story?” 

You flush slightly under the gaze of your intrigued co-workers, eyes falling to the half-empty glass in your hand. “Oh man, I don’t know…” You tipped your head back in thought, gazing up at the ceiling with a squint. 

“When I was a teenager, I had this girlfriend…” You laugh at the ridiculous memory. “She’s a sweet girl, but she’s from a pretty religious family. And one time, when we were y’know… doing it in her bedroom, her mom walked in on me laid out over the desk with her daughter's head between my legs…” You heard a couple of gasps from around the table, followed by laughter.

“And her mother genuinely screamed and ran! I had to jump out her bedroom window half-naked!” You motioned dramatically with your hands, before sipping on your drink.

“Oh my GOD, Y/n!” JJ guffawed, tossing her head back in laughter. 

“That’s- oh my, I don’t think I’d be able to live after that!” Penelope sits stunned next to you, her bracelets clinking together as she shifts to face you, her hand landing on your shoulder.

“Yeahh… safe to say I never saw her again.” You chuckled. “Her mom sent her off to some private academy the next week, and the last I heard from her was in a letter she wrote, stating she found god and that I should repent too!” Your eyes widen for dramatic effect as you lean back in your chair, tilting it on its hind legs.

“Oh Jesus…” Tara mumbled, a low chuckle rumbling from her chest as she took a swig from her beer.

“Never again with the religious girls…” you shake your head, laughing to yourself silently.

“Unless they’re ex-religious! Those are the interesting ones…” JJ raises her finger in the air, giving you a bright smile. You can’t help but raise your brows at the response, a small smirk pulling at the corner of your mouth as you give her a curious look.

“Are you insinuating something, JJ?” Your voice is low, your finger drawing circles over the rim of your drink.

“No! No… I’m one of them! I also just know a few things I shouldn’t about some people…” Her eyes drift conspicuously over toward Emily's shadowy figure in the corner of the table.

All eyes shift to her and Emily looks up from her lap, presumably fiddling with her cuticles. Her dark eyes, almost black in the low lighting, and her strong shoulders are sharply accentuated by the fitted blazer she has on.

You can’t deny the ridiculous crush you have on the Unit Chief. Ever since you met the woman upon her return from Interpol, you’d developed quite the infatuation. 

You’re entranced by the way she carries herself with such effortless confidence. The way her dark hair frames her gracefully (and very attractively) aged face, the way she handles a weapon, and the way she takes complete control over a situation fills you with a quiet aching that so desperately itches to be taken care of.

“What?” Emily deadpans, her perfect brows arching while her eyes search the faces of the table for an answer.

“Nothing, just JJ insinuating that you’re a freak in the sheets.” Penelope chirps. Emily rolls her eyes, her thumb and middle finger squeezing at her temples as she lets out a sigh.

“I’d prefer it if you didn’t discuss my personal life at the table, Jayje.” She gives JJ a pointed look. 

“It’s just the topic of conversation, Em. I didn’t say anything, just made a comment.” JJ waves her hands in the air in sarcastic defense, shooting the ravenette a cheesy smile.

You know the women have been close friends for ages, but their banter seems to strike a faintly jealous nerve in your stomach. Do they have history? Or are they just so close that they know intimate details about each other's sex lives?

Either way, you didn’t really want to find out.

“I’m not very in favor of sharing details regarding my intimacies with other women… that’s strictly between them and myself.” Emily shifts so her arm could rest comfortably over the back of her chair. The buttons of her blouse pull tought with the position, showing a sliver of her milky chest.

Your eyes linger there for a moment, and upon their return to Emily’s face, her eyes are already locked on you. A smirk tilts the corner of her mouth, minuscule enough that you almost don’t notice it.

Chest thick with embarrassment, you turn your gaze away. A flush prickling over your skin.

“Oh! Let’s go dance!” Penelope suddenly blurts beside you, her hands tapping excitedly at your shoulders as she hops up from her chair.

The bass of the music buzzes through your bones as Penelope practically drags you to the cramped dance floor. 

You crane your neck to see if the others are following, you find Tara and JJ practically shoving Emily along. Her boot-clad feet shuffle across the floor as she moves, while a contradictory smile curls across her lips. You notice she’s shed the blazer, leaving her in a simple pair of black slacks and a matching button-down.

The air is cloudy and thick with the smell of sweating bodies and cologne. Penelope finds a decent-sized hole in the crowd and pulls you in, twirling you around as she begins dancing. You can’t help but laugh and wrap your arms around her, swaying back and forth in a soft embrace.

JJ’s hand suddenly cuts between you two, her cheeks glowing with the strength of her smile as she worms into Penelope’s space, bumping you out of the way with her hip.

You see Tara moving in closer to JJ and Penelope, but Emily is nowhere to be found. Your eyes scan the crowd, hoping to spot her head above the rest. Without luck, you begin dancing alone but close to the others. 

A pair of hands squeezing at your waist from behind causes you to jump. Quickly, you spin around, ready to confront whoever it is. 

Unsurprisingly, it’s a man you hadn’t seen, his face dripping with a thick layer of sweat. You could smell the liquor on him as he tried to pull you closer. Your fingers claw at his wrists in attempts to free yourself but to no avail.

He smiles eerily down at you, as your hands press against his damp chest, attempting to create enough distance to break away.

“Let g-” you start, but your demand is cut off when the man is aggressively shoved away from you. His arms clamber at the nearby bodies of strangers as he falls backward, inevitably landing on the floor despite his attempts to balance himself.

You jump back, wrapping your arms around yourself as you turn to greet your hero. 

And of course… It's Emily. And God, does she look hot when she’s mad.

Her face is red with anger as she brushes past you, standing over the man all while clawing at his shirt, her arms flexing under the material of her blouse as she lifts his torso from the ground, landing a solid punch across his nose before pulling him in close and shouting something illegible in his face. 

Your mouth hangs agape as the man wiggles away from her sheepishly, his eyes wide with fear and nose leaking blood as a few burly bar employees rush in and drag him outside.

She flashes her badge as one strides in her direction, waving him off.

When Emily turns back to you, the veins in her neck are bulging, pumping adrenaline throughout her body. Her eyes find yours immediately, big and full of concern. Her hands find you next, wrapping delicately around your biceps and pulling you against her chest.

Your limbs fall languidly around her waist as you lean against her. Her warm scent fills your senses as you take a deep breath, calming the incessant beating of your heart.

She smells like clean laundry and sweet shampoo, mixed with the heady essence of sweat that clings to the back of her neck. It’s intoxicating.

Your eyes scan the room in a daze of shock as Emily strokes the side of your head. But deep within you, something is crackling into a blaze– like the pit of a volcano that some delinquent teenager kicked a rock into. 

There was just something so attractive about her protecting you like that. Putting herself in harm's way, practically mauling that man for putting his hands on you.

You see Penelope shuffling into your line of sight, her warm hand reaching out to cup your cheek as her eyes worry over you. Emily pulls back from the hug, a hand sliding to rest against your trap, squeezing the muscle lightly as she watches your interaction with Penelope. 

“Oh, my sweet, Y/n! Are you okay? That was insane!” The woman crowds you, checking over your skin for any sign of blemishes. 

“Yeah, yeah, Pen. I’m okay…” Your gaze flicks over to Emily, her eyes already fixated on you. The darkness of her irises still glints with that mixture of anger and concern. She slips her hand from your shoulder, you almost protest the removal and reach for her again. But you don’t.

“Oh good. The audacity of men! Thank god Emily caught that!” Penelope sighs frustratedly, her palms cupping your jaw while her thumbs brush over your flushed cheeks.

“Yeah- thank you… Emily. Really.” Your eyes find her again, smiling shyly as she nods curtly in acknowledgment.

“It’s no problem. That douchebag needed a reality check and I was happy to give it to him.” She chuckles, showing off that infamous smile of hers. 

You can’t help but grin back at her, laughing softly as the image of Emily taking a man nearly double her size to the ground replays in your mind.

“My knight in shining armor.” You give Emily a pout, reaching out to punch her shoulder teasingly.

“Don’t flatter yourself too much now…” she scoffs. “Come on… I’m gonna get you a drink.” 

Before you can respond, Emily starts towards the bar. You give Penelope a quick smile, reassuring her and the others that you’re alright before quickly following after the older woman.

You find her perched against the countertop, resting one of her feet on the foot-rail. The sleeves of her blouse are rolled up to her elbows, her forearm muscles twitching deliciously as she reaches for her drink.

“Hey…” you settle in next to her, your arm brushing against hers with the closeness.

“Hey, you.” Emily smirks. “What are you drinking? Want a shot?” She looks at you excitedly, her brows jiggling as she flags the bartender down with a wave of her finger.

“Oh Christ... I don’t think I can stomach more shots. Water will do just fine.” You laugh, shaking your head. Emily nods in acknowledgment, repeating what you said to the man behind the bar.

“Thank you…” You give her a soft smile, fingers tapping anxiously on the mildly sticky wood of the bar. The feeling of being so close to Emily wracking your body with a sort of nervous energy. You could smell her perfume lingering in the humid air, a sense of groundedness within the unruly scene. 

“No problem.” Emily smiles at you over the lip of her drink, her nose crinkling as she takes a slow sip. 

The pair of you sit in a mildly uncomfortable silence while you wait on your drink, butterflies swimming in the pit of your stomach. 

You admire the way Emily’s skin glows in the low light of the bar, the faint colors from the dancefloor reflecting a warmer tone onto her porcelain complexion. With a flick of her chin, Emily’s thick locks whirl over her shoulder, giving way to the soft curve of her jawline. 

You’re pulled out of your trance when the bartender places the drink in front of you, which you immediately pick up and take a long sip. Emily studies you with an amused expression, her head tilting as she turns and leans her side against the counter.

“Ahh, refreshing.” you sigh, placing the glass on a napkin.

“Yeah?” Emily feigns a concerned look. “Are you sure you’re alright? I can get you a ride home if you-”

“Yes- sorry… I’m fine, nothing I haven’t seen before.” you flash her a tight-lipped smile as you reach for your drink again. 

“Well...” Emily’s warm hand reaches out, her palm rubbing over your tricep. “If you ever happen to encounter a guy like that ever again, just know you can always count on me to take care of it.” 

You can’t help the giggle that erupts from your chest. A blush spreads over your face as you shy away from her gaze, your full attention on watching the condensation drip from your glass.

“What?” Emily gives you a questioning arch of her brow.

“Oh- it’s nothing…” you brush her off, looking down at the amber liquid swirling in your glass.

“It’s obviously not nothing, you’re acting funny.” She chuckles, scooting a bit closer to you and resting her elbow on the bar top, somewhat trapping you in place. “What’s on your mind?”

“Oh god…” you sigh, a flush creeping up your cheeks as you place the cup down and hide behind your hands. “You getting all aggressive when that guy was on me was kinda… y’know…” you peek over at Emily through parted fingers.

She has a sarcastically confused but prideful grin on her face, dark eyes raking over your body as she steps even closer.

“Was what?” Emily leans in, her hip resting against your own. “I’m not sure what you mean.” She tilts her chin at you, her tongue poking through her teeth suggestively as she speaks.

“I think you do, Prentiss… you’re a profiler AND you have eyes.” You scoff, downing the rest of your drink– a slight relief from the dryness in your throat.

“I might have an idea, but…” her eyes leave you for a moment, glancing at the crowd, before leaning in so close her lips brush against the shell of your ear. “I want to hear you say it.”

Emily’s voice is molten against your skin, sending a shiver throughout your entire body. When she pulls away, it’s only by a few inches, her eyes trained heavily on you. Your eyes dart between hers for a moment, and you can feel the thick warmth pooling in your gut as she watches you. 

“It was really hot.” You state bluntly, a bit unsure of where the sudden courage stems from, but it leaves your mouth without a second thought. There’s a sparkle in Emily’s eyes when she hears those words, her small smirk growing once again.

“That wasn’t so hard, hm?” She reaches up to brush the loose hairs from your shoulder, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. You blush even harder as her hand gently cups the back of your neck.

“I bet…” her thumb presses into the soft flesh below your ear. “You would do whatever I told you to…” Her bottom lip glistens as she glides her tongue across the skin before pulling it between her perfect teeth.

You watch her thoughtlessly, eyes following the movement of her mouth as you struggle to find any semblance of a response. A bit stunned by how forward she’s being, but by no means opposed.

“Such a good girl, aren’t you?” She cups your jaw, and you nearly moan aloud at the contact mixed with her words, successfully stifling it down to a hardly innocent whimper.

“Oh, she likes that…” Emily beams, her hand trailing underneath your chin to aim it towards her. “Hmm, let’s see… and how would she feel about being my good girl tonight?” 

You’re quite mortified by the statement internally, not in a bad way, of course— but it doesn’t show. Never in your wildest dreams would you think something like this would ever happen, especially since she is your boss. The same boss that you’ve been pining after for months. 

“Yes…” your voice is nearly a whisper, leaning desperately into her warm touch. Emily smiles proudly in the wake of your response.

“Hmm, well… why don't you start by dancing with me?” She squeezes your jaw before releasing it roughly. You let your head fall to the side as she downs the remainder of her drink. A dopey grin crosses your face as you look back at her through fluttering lashes.

“Come on, this is a good one…” Emily chuckles, gripping your clammy hand and tugging you back to the dancefloor.

[So messed up, I want you here]

The heavy sound of guitar fills your ears, you recognize the song instantly; I Wanna Be Your Dog by Joan Jett– of course, Emily loves this song. 

[And in my room, I want you here]

Emily wraps her arm around your waist tightly, pulling you flush against her body as she sways with the music. You let your arms wrap around her neck, fingers tangling into the hair at her nape as you lean into the embrace. 

Emily smiles down at you, and it's like there is no one else in the room. It feels like your skin is burning and you couldn't be happier (and hornier). 

[yeah, and now we’re gonna be face to face, ugh]

“You're beautiful, I hope you know that” You flush at the compliment, burying your face into her shoulder as your bodies twist together to the rhythm of the music. 

“Thank you. You’re really really gorgeous.” Your nose brushes against the soft skin of her neck as you return the compliment. You feel her finger looping through your belt loop, just barely grazing the curve of your ass. She chuckles and you can feel the vibrations from her chest against your own.

[And I’ll lay right down in your favorite place]

“Yeah! You know where that is!” You sing along to the song with a smile, pulling away from Emily and spinning around, your ass brushing against her front as you gyrate against her.

[Now I wanna be your dog!]

Emily's hands settle low on your hips, the tips of her fingers digging into your upper thigh. You feel her hot breath tickling the back of your neck, soon followed by the subtle brush of her lips. 

[Now I wanna be your dog!]

You let your head fall back onto her shoulder, mouth falling open as she places a full-fledged kiss on the hot skin. Your hands settle atop hers, letting her wrap around your waist tighter.

[Now I wanna be your dog! Ow!]

“Oh, fuck…” you whimper as she nips at the shell of your ear, her hands gripping tightly over the muscle of your hip, shooting sparks of heat straight to your core.

You can hear her raspy chuckle, and you can already see the smug face she’s wearing in your head. You spin out of her grasp again– she follows along, twirling you a few times before pulling your front against her.

[Ooh, give it to me] 

“Ooh, give it to me.” you sing in unison with the song, smirking up at Emily as she growls in response. Practically eating you alive with her eyes, and god you wish she would.

“You’re naughty…” Emily’s hands slip into your back pockets as her thigh shifts between your legs, pulling you in. To surrounding eyes, the move might simply look like dancing with a girlfriend, but you both know that isn’t the case. Especially with the soft moan that slips from your throat as she flexes subtly, the hard muscle pressing against your center through the fabric of your jeans.

[Now I’m ready to close my eyes]

“Jesus, Emily…” You meet her dark gaze with hooded eyes, nails clawing at her shoulders for stability.

[Now I’m ready to close my mind]

“What, baby?” Emily’s voice is low, if it weren’t for the closeness you wouldn’t have heard it. Her nose brushes against your cheekbone, her breath hot against your skin. You shiver, preening at the use of the pet name.

[Now I’m ready to feel your hands]

“I think… I think we should go somewhere…” you practically pant into her ear, her hands pressing your pelvis into her harshly.

“So needy already, hm?” Emily murmurs, her body swaying to the music.

[Lose my heart on the burning sands, ugh!]

“Yes…” your nails press into the base of her skull, the sharpness makes her hiss.

“You’re gonna have to tell me what you need, or you won’t get anything at all…” Emily’s eyes scan the crowd once again, watching as the team dances, off in their own worlds. You can only whimper in response.

“Although… the idea of letting you stew, all hot and bothered, suffering through seeing me tomorrow and thinking about what I could do to you, does sound quite enticing…” She presses her cheek against yours, her canines grazing the flesh.

“Please…” You’re practically falling at her feet, breathless and desperate for mercy. Desperate for anything she could give you.

“Please what?” 

“Please… I need you.” You pull back for a moment, meeting her eyes with a daring glance. There’s a flash of something deep within her irises, dancing beneath her long lashes.

Emily smirks, studying you for a beat before one of her hands reaches up to brush a few stray hairs from your face, trailing over your cheek and neck before settling against your collarbone.

���There you go…” the lines of her eyes crinkle as her smile widens, her thumb dipping into the hollow of your throat.

[Now I wanna be your dog!]

“Now I wanna be your dog…” you sing quietly, eyes never faltering from hers as a silent declaration.

Emily pulls her lip between her teeth, her palm sliding up your lower back. There’s a faint flush creeping up her exposed chest, you want so badly to press your lips against it. Feel the heat of her soft skin.

“You’re heading into dangerous territory, agent…” Her hand grips at your waist, squeezing just enough for you to let out a quiet yelp.

“I’d like to think I’m well prepared… Chief.”

Emily holds your gaze, just smiling down at you darkly. For a moment it looks kind of like she’s about to lean in and kiss you, but the moment is swiftly whipped away when Penelope makes a sudden appearance.

“GUYS! They’re doing hurricane shots at the bar!! You have to watch!” She babbles excitedly, pulling you and Emily apart and dragging you to the bar.

Emily shoots you a glance, a shocked expression crossing her features. You chuckle, shaking your head as you let yourself get dragged across the room.

The bar is crowded with rowdy patrons as they all watch the bartender climb atop the bar, sitting in front of the eagerly awaiting young man.

His cheeks are flushed a deep shade of crimson as the woman leans in to make sure he’s ready, when he nods there is a roar of cheers and a sea of phones being whipped out to record the interaction.

“Oh my gosh, this is so exciting!!” Penelope squeals, jumping up and down and clutching at your arm.

You look over at Emily with an excited smile, she winks causing you to look back in the direction of the bar.

There’s a short countdown before the man quickly shoots back the shot, lowering his hands to brace himself as the bartender unfurls the cup of water over his face and lands a sharp slap across his jaw.

“Ohhhhh!!” The crowd whoops, bursting out in laughter and cheers as the man flushes impossibly deeper, stumbling out of his stool towards his cheering friends with a cheesy grin.

“Jesus…” Emily murmurs, looking at you and Penelope with a shocked expression, “She did not hold back.”

“I would so do that.” You say aloud before you even realize what you’re confessing.

Penelope turns to you, aghast but intrigued, a bright smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

“You should do it! Tonight! Oh my god, let’s do it now!” Penelope jumps up and down excitedly, hands gripping your shoulders as she shakes you.

“Oh man, I don’t know… I’m not sure how I feel about a stranger slapping me.” You tilt your head in contemplation.

“I’ll do it,”  Emily turns toward you, a smirk playing over her lips. “If they even allow that.”

You see a flicker of something behind her eyes, and you are so very interested in what it might be. 

Penelope grows even more excited at her statement, gripping both of your arms and giggling adorably. 

“Oh my gosh, guys… this is going to be so good,” the blonde beams, tugging you and Emily under her arms in a side hug. “You both are freaks... But I love ya!”

“You really wanna slap your subordinate across the face, Prentiss?” You challenge her, chewing at your bottom lip. “In public, nonetheless?”

Emily sighs, letting out a low chuckle. “I am not your boss tonight, Y/l/n… this is just fun between friends.” You notice the flush creeping up her neck as she speaks, and her eyes glistening with the unmistakable sheen of arousal. 

“If you say so…” you smirk, your pointer finger prodding at her waist from behind Penelope’s back. 

Penelope shrieks, dragging you and Emily towards the others.

“Guys! Y/n’s gonna do the hurricane shot with Emily!!” She announces, which grabs a few shocked expressions from the rest of the team.

“Oh, yeah?” JJ gives Emily a suggestive look, arching a brow.

“Yeahhh…” you and Emily say in unison, glancing at each other crookedly.

“Well let’s do it then! I’ll grab some shots and water.” Tara waves her hands up excitedly, stepping off towards the bar.

You stand between Penelope and JJ shyly, your fingers suddenly becoming very interesting.

“Alright… two shots and two waters.” Tara places the tray on the table. “If you guys are gonna do this I wanna see it both ways.”

Your eyes widen at the thought of slapping Emily back, but you most definitely aren’t turned off by the idea. Matter of fact, the idea turns you on… quite a bit.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” Emily questions you earnestly, but you can still see the excitement in her eyes as she gets closer.

“Yes. I’m sure.” You hold her gaze longer than you should, just staring. With a nod she steps back, picking up one of the shots before handing the cup of water to you.

“I’ll go first… ready?” She plants her feet on the floor and lowers herself slightly so you can angle yourself better.

“As I’ll ever be…” you laugh as you stand in front of her, readying yourself.

Penelope stands to the side counting down as Emily puts the glass to her lips, when she reaches one, Emily tosses it back as fast as possible, relaxing the muscles of her face in preparation for the incoming slap.

You toss the water at her as soon as her mouth is closed, hesitating momentarily before landing a solid crack just above her jaw.

The group cheers and Emily’s eyes shoot open wide, immediately connecting with yours with a groan. Her black irises gleam dangerously as a welt the shape of your hand forms over her cheek.

“Whew!” Emily shakes herself out, putting the glass back on the table and picking up the water for herself.

“You good?” Tara asks, knuckles pressing into Emily’s shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m great… that was nothing.” She scoffs. “You hit like a little girl.” 

“Your face says otherwise…” you tease, eyes raking over the red splotch once again.

“Whatever…” Emily rolls her eyes, raising her palm to the side of your head to guide her aim. 

Penelope starts the countdown once again, and you’re shuddering in anticipation, planting your toes and raising the shot glass before tossing it back on the count of one.

The icy water hits you before you even have the chance to fully swallow, and the singe of Emily’s palm against your cheekbone brings tears to your eyes.

Not because you were actually in tremendous pain, it hurt, but that’s simply your body's natural reaction to the deliciously overwhelming nature of what just happened. 

And to be quite honest, you would let her do it again.

You can hear the faint laughs and cheers of the people around you as your mouth falls open, releasing a thick breath as you squint up at Emily through dripping eyelashes. 

Her brows hold a bit of concern in their creases, but the smirk she’s wearing says otherwise. She knows you liked it. 

“That was fun, wow-” You wipe the water from your face, tapping gently at the stinging skin of your cheek. “I think I’m done for the night now…”

“Yeah, I think it’s time we all cool it��” JJ steps behind you, squeezing your shoulders as Penelope hands you a few napkins to dry yourself.

“We all do have to be at work tomorrow morning so…” Emily chuckles, running a hand through her dampened hair. “Don’t want my team chasing killers with hangovers!”

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow, this was fun!” JJ leans into your side as she bids her goodbyes, repeating the process with the rest of the women before heading to the bar to pay her tab and leave.

You, Tara, Penelope, and Emily settle back down at the table, settling back down at the table for a while, nursing some water and a shared plate of fries.

As the first yawn of the night strikes Tara, she bids her farewells and Penelope soon follows, leaving you and Emily completely alone for the first time tonight.

“So…” Emily starts, standing up and moving to a chair closer to you, she leans back in it, looking over at you— blank of expression except for the faint tilt at the corner of her mouth.

“So?” You mirror her, raising a brow.

“Alone at last…” she smirks, the toe of her boot poking out to slide up the back of your calf. 

“So it seems…” you retort lowly, resting your chin in the palm of your hand. “How’s your face?”

Emily chuckles, running a hand through her hair before brushing her fingertips over the fading redness on her cheek. “Doesn’t hurt… just stings a little, but it’s good.” She smiles, folding her hands together over her lap. “How’s yours? Looks pretty sore to me…”

“Nothing I can’t handle.” 

Emily just looks at you for a beat, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth as her eyes trail over you the same they did at the bar earlier.

There’s a mysterious and alluring tension lingering between the two of you as you stare at each other, a hunger within synced breaths and static touches. The rise and fall of her chest draws your attention as if it’s calling for you through the open collar of her shirt. The sun-dappled constellations across her skin, the sheen of perspiration between her breasts, the dainty chain that sits in the dip of her clavicle— it’s all overwhelming. 

“Dance with me again.” Emily jumps up from her seat and tugs you from yours, not asking, ordering.

“And what if I don’t want to dance?” You slip your fingers between hers and let her lead you to the dance floor.

“Well, you certainly aren’t putting up much of a fight…” Emily murmurs, glancing at you. You admire the slope of her nose as she does so, the faint arch, the sharp tip, the tiny scar below her columella.

You stay silent as Emily guides you into the crowd,  letting it envelop both of you. Shoulders brushing against sweaty bodies, the smell of liquor and the pungent mixture of perfume and body odor filling your senses.

The bass of the music makes your lungs feel as though they’re vibrating, Mars Needs Guitars by the Hoodoo Gurus.

Emily wraps her arm around your waist, pulling you against her and swaying.

[I’m primitive, I’m a primitive man, got a primitive girl, we make primitive love]

The lyrics make the urge to be closer to Emily nearly impossible to ignore, not that you really can get much closer— your chests are already pressed together, bodies sliding against one another.

“Where were we…” Emily smirks, her fingertips digging into the flesh of your hip. “Y'know… before we were rudely interrupted.”

“Correct me if I’m wrong…” you scan her face, taking in the gleam in her dark eyes. “But I think you were about to kiss me, Chief…”

[I'm primitive that's what I am, I'm your primitive mate, I wanna be your man]

“Hmm…” Emily sighs, her free hand climbing up your side and landing at the base of your neck. “I think you’re right…” her lips curl into a wolfish grin, perfect teeth fully on display.

“You should. Kiss me, I mean…” your fingers twirl the hairs at the base of her neck, “only if you want to, of cour-” Emily silences you, swooping in and pressing her lips against yours with an aggressive passion.

You let out a shocked moan as her palm cups your jaw, tilting your head as she runs her tongue over your bottom lip. You graciously let her in, opening up just enough for her to lick inside your mouth before twirling against your own muscle.

[I said, I’m primitive, I’m primitive, you know what that means]

Clutching at the nape of her neck, you pull Emily impossibly closer, clawing at her skin and kissing her as if your life depends on it.

Ignoring the surrounding bodies bumping against you, the kiss grows hungrier— deeper.

It’s sloppy and open-mouthed, teeth and tongue clashing carelessly. It’s anything you could ever want, and you desperately need more. 

Pulling back reluctantly, you look Emily in the eye, noting the swollen redness of her lips— her cheeks glazed and flushed. You think about how you probably look quite a mess if the way you felt on the inside matched the outside in any sort.

“You taste good.” Emily murmurs, leaning down and pressing a wet kiss on the corner of your mouth, the tip of her nose pressing into your hotly blushing cheek.

“I want you to taste more…” you groan, pulling her mouth back to yours, sealing your lips together and sucking in a sharp breath. “Do you want that, Emily?” Another kiss. “To taste me...”

“God, I want that so much.” She says through gritted teeth, “Let me take you home… have my way with you…” The hand that was on your jaw slips in your hair, tugging just enough for your head to tilt back. 

You let her trail hot kisses over your throat, without a single care that wandering eyes can see. 

“Please…” you whisper through panting breaths, “I want-hm… do whatever you want, I’m all yours.”

Emily’s lips drag over your pulse point and jaw, nipping at the skin every once and a while. “That’s quite the statement, agent…” she nips at your earlobe, “do you think you can handle me?”

“Yes…” you gasp as she digs her thumb into your hip, sucking the earlobe into her mouth. “I want it… I can take it.” You turn slightly to press a kiss to her cheekbone, your hand sliding down the back of her neck and under the collar of her shirt, before settling between her shoulder blades.

Her skin is hot to the touch, sweat lingering in the dips of muscle— you want nothing more than to lick it off of her.

“Come on…” Emily slips from your grasp all too quickly, her hand grasping yours and pulling you back out of the crowd.

The lights and bodies blur around you as you’re tugged along, you can make out the phone in Emily’s hand, probably setting up a ride as she is way too respectable to get herself a DUI in the name of sex.

Emily’s hand slips from yours when you reach the table, making quick work of scooping up both of your belongings. With a nod of her head you’re following her out the door, hand fisted in the back of her blouse as you try to keep up.

“Impatient are we?” You joke, nudging at her hip through the fabric.

Emily shoots you a warning look as she holds the exit door open, making sure to slip a quick handful of your ass when you pass, pulling a squeak from your throat.

The waiting period is short, but still incredibly awkward. The brisk nighttime breeze— blowing Emily’s raven hair into her face. You watch with desperate eyes as she lifts a hand and tucks the flyaways behind her ear.

The night casts a blue film over her body— pale, sweat-dampened skin, glowing in the moonlight. She looks like pure sex and adrenaline, her chest rising and falling with quick breaths as she turns to look at you.

“Are you sure you’re sure about this? You can always back out and we can just keep it… mildly professional…” Emily trails off, searching your expression for any form of doubt.

“I think I made it pretty clear what I want, Emily. I want to do this—” You step closer, taking her hand in one of yours while the other cups the side of her neck. “I want you.”  Your lips brush against hers as you pull her in, tongue darting out to moisten the skin before capturing her mouth in a deep kiss. 

Emily’s hand clutches at your waist as she moves to deepen the kiss, her lips parting and letting your tongue dip inside— dancing over her teeth and twirling with her hot muscle. 

If you could equate the feeling to anything, it would be like slipping a nicotine pouch into your mouth and letting it soak into your gums. The sweet taste of her mouth pulls a sting from your salivary glands as if you’re sucking on a sour lozenge.

Your hips press against Emily’s, the cool metal of her belt buckle nipping at your belly through the thin fabric of your shirt.

A moan slips from your throat, fingers tangling in hairs at the nape of Emily’s neck. You hear her groan as you tug gently, the vibrations sending a chill down your spine.

The sound of tires on gravely pavement and the obnoxious beeping of a car horn pull you out of the moment. 

“Cars here…” Emily whispers against your lips, a small smile tugging at the corners of hers.

With a sigh, you step back— letting Emily open the car door for you to fall inside. The driver greets you with a disdained ‘Hello, Emily?’ To which she responds with a ‘yes’, buckling her seatbelt and urging you to do the same.

Emily’s hand lands atop your knee, her thumb pressing into the flesh teasingly. You give her a pleading look. A look that begs for her to keep touching you and never stop. She just smiles.

Somehow you both manage to keep it PG for the entire ride to Emily’s place, not wanting to traumatize the poor driver.

Her quaint townhouse is unsurprisingly gorgeous, exactly the type of home you’d picture a woman like Emily Prentiss living in. The brick walls are pristinely kept, with some sort of ivy growing over them.  

“This is nice…” you exhale, eyes wandering over the building. Emily’s hand is steady on your lower back as she guides you towards the front door.

“Thank you… I’m quite fond of it myself.” She chuckles, pulling her keys from her purse and unlocking the door.

Stepping inside, you’re met with a rush of something entirely Emily. The scent of her perfume and musky cashmere candles— even the familiar note of her Marlboro cigarettes in the air.

You watch as Emily places her things down and tosses her keys into a dish on the entryway table, then turns to face you— leaning her hip against it.

You stalk over to her, placing your things next to hers and mirroring the position, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as you take in her form below the dim light of the foyer.

“Hi.” She murmurs, her hand reaching up to run along the side of your face.

“Hi…” you lean into her palm, fluttering your lashes as you stare at her. Her thumb brushes over the sore spot on your cheek and you suck in a hissed breath.

“Still sore?” Emily’s eyes trail over the blotchy red spot over your cheekbone before leaning in and pressing a featherlight kiss over the sensitive skin.

“Just a little, only to the touch.” 

“Hmm…” Emily pulls back, the tip of her nose brushing against yours. “A little pain isn’t a bad thing…”  

Your gaze falls to her mouth, entranced by the way her lips move as she speaks, the delicate lines in the rosy skin— the dimples that make her angular and sexily aged face look rather adorable.

“Definitely not,” you wrap your arms around her waist, nestling into her.

“You’re a tease, y’know?” Emily chuckles, her fingers raking through your hair.

“Enlighten me?” You smirk, tucking a hand in the back pocket of her trousers.

“Well for one…” she dips down and presses a single lingering kiss at the corner of your mouth. “You’re so eager to please…and I love that.” Her hand fists at your hair—forcibly yanking your head backward, making room to kiss and nip at your neck. You let out a desperate gasp.

“Like right now for example…” She sucks at the sweet spot below your pulse point. “Letting me pull your hair, mark you up like we don’t have work in the morning…” her teeth sink into the curve of your jaw, pulling a whimper from your throat.

“So needy…” you feel her nails against your scalp, her tongue dragging hot, wet lines over your skin. “You’re practically a puddle on my floor, love…”

“Please— Emily…” 

“Please what?” She nips at your earlobe before pulling back to look you in the eye. “You’re gonna have to use words if you want something.” 

“Take me to bed…” your hands grasp at her back, clawing at her through the fabric. “Please—need you.” You breathe wildly as your hand moves to fiddle with the buttons of her shirt, fingertips prodding at her sweltering skin through the seams.

“Are you gonna be a good girl?” Her hand slides from your hair, her thumb and index finger pinching at your chin to lift your face towards her. 

“Yes… I’ll be so good. Whatever you want… I need it.” You surge forward, attacking her mouth with enough force that she stumbles backward. 

She corrects herself quickly, gripping at your head as she deepens the kiss. Her teeth nip at your bottom lip, tugging on it before letting it pop back into place.

Your breath fans across her face as you just stare at each other with lust-filled eyes. Emily smiles devilishly, her hand wrapping around your throat with a groan as she pulls you back to her mouth.

She kisses you almost selfishly, stealing all the air from your lungs as she practically swallows you whole. 

You fumble with the buttons of her shirt as her tongue licks into your mouth, popping them open from the bottom up. 

The air grows stifling as the sounds of your mouth against Emily’s fill the room. The moans, the frantic sounds of wet suction, the ruffling of clothes against bodies… It's completely suffocating in the best of ways.

Emily tightens her grip on your throat as she begins slipping off her shoes, kicking them to the side as she pulls you towards the bedroom— you can’t help but whine.

You manage to completely open her shirt by the time the back of her heels hit the stairs, your palms flattening over her belly. You can feel goosebumps spreading over the soft flesh as your nails dig into her sides. 

Emily releases your mouth with an audible pop as she slides her hand from your throat and down to the collar of your shirt— gripping it and pulling you up the stairs.

Your eyes are wide and wild as you make the treacherous climb, hands clambering at the walls— at the back of Emily’s legs.

The second floor smells more like Emily than the first, and it excites you more than you could ever possibly enunciate.

With a wickedly strong hand, Emily shoves you into the bedroom door. Forcing a small grunt out as you collide with the solid wood, it morphs into a gasp as her lips reattach to yours.

With her body pressed firmly against you, her hands start roaming over your clothed skin aimlessly. You reach for the doorknob, twisting it open and stumbling inside as she grips at your shirt. 

Her fingertips slide beneath the fabric, running over your stomach and the sides of your rib cage before pulling the offending fabric over your head and discarding it.

Her hands cup your breasts, squeezing them roughly through your bra. You let out a choked moan at the sensation, your hands knotting in her hair as you try your hardest to keep kissing her.

Emily doesn’t linger long outside of your bra, making quick work of pushing you further into the room and swiftly unclasping it with practiced ease.

“Bed.” Emily’s voice is low and raspy as she orders you, her hands tugging the bra from your arms and forcibly shoving you down onto the mattress.

“Yes, ma’am.” You gasp, scooting up onto your elbows and spreading your legs mindlessly— already so accommodating.

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous.” Emily growls, unbuckling her belt and slipping her trousers off before crawling over you and settling against your pelvis.

You catch a glimpse of the simple black cotton briefs she has on, the color starkly contrasting her pale thighs.

“I couldmh-” Her lips are on yours again before you can finish your sentence. The kiss is urgent, her mouth opening and closing against yours desperately.

She moves her assault down your neck and chest, giving you a chance to catch your breath. “I could say-hmph.. the same for you—oh fuck.” her lips close around your nipple, sucking the already pebbled flesh into a solid peak.

Emily’s teeth scrape over the bud before soothing the sting with a swirl of her tongue, while her hand works in tandem with the opposite breast; squeezing, tweaking, pinching.

“Fuck that feel nice…” you pant, sitting up in your elbows to watch as Emily continues her affections.

“Yeah?” Her eyes flick up to yours, irises black and shining. Her cheeks shine with a faint dusting of flush, highlighting the sharpness of her cheekbones.

Her tongue is boiling against your already hot skin, dragging over each dip and curve with an agonizing slowness.

“Yes… love your mouth.” Emily smiles as she swiftly moves lower, biting just below the curve of your breast. Your head falls back with a sigh as she moves to take your nipple in her mouth again— hollowing her cheeks as she sucks, flicking her tongue over the swollen bud.

Your hands claw at the back of her neck and shoulders, pulling her closer. 

“Such a gorgeous thing… so perfect.” Emily groans, releasing you from her mouth and climbing back up to kiss you again.

“Thank you…” you smile into the kiss, nipping at Emily’s bottom lip before swiping your tongue over it. Emily chuckles, taking your tongue into her mouth and closing her lips around it.

Your hands wrap around her middle, trailing over her sides and up to the clasp of her bra. “May I?” You whisper, pressing a light peck to her top lip.

“I suppose…” Emily practically purrs, her arms sliding up so her elbows rest on both sides of your head—trapping you.

The clasp is undone in a matter of seconds, the fabric falling loosely between the two of you.

“Let me see you.” Your hands press at her waist, urging her to sit up, but she doesn’t budge.

“That’s not how we ask for things, sweetheart.” Emily’s hand moves to cup your face, her thumb sliding over your jawline and down to your throat.

“Please… I want to see you—please let me see you.” You practically moan, your body writhing desperately beneath her weight.

“Good girl.” Emily smirks, patting your cheek. You can’t help but whimper at the residual stinging from the slap earlier.

Emily sits back on her heels, slipping the bra from her arms slowly, teasingly. Your eyes are wide as you watch her, scrambling up onto your elbows. 

You trail your gaze from where her hips meet your inner thighs up to her face— the delicious curve of her hips, the lines of her belly that falls ever-so-slightly over the edge of her pants, the dusting of freckles across her skin, the heaviness of her breasts as they drop from the cups of her bra.

“Oh, fuck me.” you sigh, eyes frantically taking in every detail you could find. “I don’t think I’ll ever get over this…” you laugh in disbelief— can she get any sexier?

You reach out, fingertips barely making contact before she’s shoving you back down on the mattress— one hand holding your wrists above your head while her other is wrapped solidly around the base of your neck.

“I never said you could touch.” Emily looms over you, her face mere inches away from yours. You can feel her breasts pressing against your own, her belly brushing against your pelvis with each breath.

“I’m sorry… Please, let me touch you.” You whimper, eyes pleading.

“I might have to teach you a lesson if you keep misbehaving like this, y/n…” Her tongue flicks out to lick her lips, the tip of her thumb feeling along the ridges of your esophagus. “You wanna touch me so bad, hm?”

“Yes. Please, Emily... God, please let me touch you.” You’re practically gasping for air as you beg, the feeling of her body over you, her hand on your neck, her lips just out of reach— it’s all too much.

“I love it when you beg. So eager…” Her thumb prods at your lips and you let your mouth fall open, allowing her entrance. “I’ll let you touch... but on one condition.” The pad of her thumb presses down on your tongue, all you do is nod.

“I’m gonna sit on your face, and you’re gonna make me cum…” you moan at her words, closing your lips around her digit. “Can you do that for me?”

“Yes. Oh god, yes.” Your hands clutch the pillows where they’re being held. Emily smiles, craning down and pressing a rough kiss to your mouth.

She slides off of the mattress, pulling her panties down and tossing them at you. Her scent hits you almost immediately, the rich, heady smell of arousal and something purely Emily.

This might just kill you.

“Lay back on the pillows.” Emily instructs and you nod, eagerly moving up the bed.

Emily crawls back onto the mattress like a panther, her hair falling like a curtain around her face, enhancing the dark look in her eyes. You feel like you’re being hunted and you couldn’t be happier.

Emily straddles your waist first, leaning down to kiss over the hickeys on your chest and neck— her hands grasp at the headboard as she moves up to your head. You wrap your arms around the back of her thighs as she gets comfortable, palms sliding over the smooth skin.

Your mouth waters as she gets closer, the source of her arousal only inches away from your face.

“Stick your tongue out.” Emily barks, you oblige— opening your mouth and letting the muscle hang out as far as it’ll go.

She smiles innocently at you before lowering her sex onto your awaiting mouth. You groan at the taste, the vibrations pulling a gasp from Emily’s throat.

Her hips stutter slightly as she grinds herself along your tongue. You grip her ass, holding her steady as she moves.

Emily’s hand falls from the headboard, landing at the crown of your head— gripping at your hair as her hips begin rutting harder against your mouth. 

She uses her grip to angle and maneuver you, fucking herself on your tongue. You curl the muscle ever so slightly, letting it dip inside. 

She tastes absolutely heavenly and you can’t get enough. 

Panting breaths fall from her lips as she lets the pleasure overtake her, letting her weight settle atop you. It grows a bit hard to breathe, but you couldn’t care less. Emily Prentiss is actively riding your face— a better death does not exist. 

You gaze up at her with heavy lids, watching the way her breasts sway with her motions, the way the muscles in her stomach clench each time you rub against a sensitive spot, the sweat glazing over her chest. You can feel the trimmed hair over her pubic bone tickling lightly at your nose.

You reach a hand up, cupping a singular breast and brushing a thumb over her nipple. Emily groans, meeting your eyes with parted lips. The hand in your hair screws tighter causing you to moan against her— she twitches, breathing out a quiet whimper.

“Fuck, baby… such a good mouth.” Emily pants, her pace quickening as she chases her orgasm. You squeeze at her breasts with both hands this time, pinching at her nipples.

Her hips grind fast and hard against your mouth as she reaches the final throes leading up to her orgasm. The sound of your mouth against her sex is absolutely filthy, tongue and lips working in tandem, sucking and licking.

“Shit—” Emily hisses, shuddering above you, her body clenching and face screwing up with pleasure as she tumbles over the edge. 

You feel her pussy flutter against your tongue as she eases herself through her orgasm. Your hands fall to her sides, squeezing gently as an aid.

“Hmm…” Emily sighs, her fingers untangling from your hair and running over the messy locks, smoothing them. 

She looks down at you again, her face flushed a deep red. You run the tip of your tongue through her slit, flicking at the underside of her clit, teasing— she flinches, swatting your forehead and lifting herself off your face.

“Naughty girl…” Emily dismounts, swinging a leg over you and sitting back in her heels.

You just smile dazedly up at her, limbs flopping against the bed and face slick with the remnants of Emily’s arousal.

She leans in, pressing a sloppy kiss to your lips. Her tongue— licking into your mouth, humming as she tastes herself on you.

“You taste good.” You murmur between kisses, hands sliding over her sides. Emily hums a wordless agreement, her hand inching its way over your thigh. Her nails drag over the sensitive skin, you spread for her, hoping for any kind of relief from the burning affliction between your legs.

“I can feel how wet you are from all the way out here…” Emily whispers, her fingertips teasing the hem of your underwear near your inner thigh. “So warm…” Her palm slides over your covered mound and up to your abdomen. You pant, your body arching into her touch. 

“You did good.” Emily hums, nipping at your jaw, her hand tracing delicate patterns over your chest. “Now… I want you…” she pauses, circling your nipple. “To sit at the edge of the bed, I’ll be right back.” With that, Emily abruptly slips from your grasp— leaving you exposed, goosebumps engulfing your body as the cool air rushes in.

“What…” you furrow your brows, reluctantly sitting up and following her orders. You watch as Emily nakedly disappears into what appears to be a walk-in closet.

Taking a moment to breathe, you inhale to a count of three, hold, then exhale the same. As Emily fumbles around in the wardrobe, your heart thumps wildly in your chest with anticipation.

When she re-emerges, a wave of heat rushes straight to your core.

Clad in nothing but a thick leather harness over her hips, she stalks towards you holding two dildos— one probably average-sized and the other a bit smaller.

“Take your pick.” She holds them out.

You analyze them both for a moment, either would be fine, but she wants you to decide.

Biting your lip, you take them from her, feeling their weight—their girth in your hands. You decide on the bigger of the two, you most certainly won’t mind feeling the remnants of tonight in the morning.

“This one.” You go to hand it back to her, a shy smile gracing your lips.

“Strap it in for me, baby.” Emily steps closer, jutting her hits towards you and tossing the other dildo onto the nightstand.

Nodding, you slip from the bed— landing on your knees in front of her. Emily hums at the sight, her fingers smoothing over your hair.

Once the toy is secured, you look up at her with wide eyes, nibbling at your lip. Your hands slide over her calves and up her outer thighs, steadying yourself as you lean in, pressing a kiss to the tip of the toy's head.

“Fuck, you don’t have to do that…”

“I want to…” you sit up a bit, pressing a kiss below her belly button, taking the length of the toy in your hand and stroking it slowly as if it were a part of her body. 

And with the soft noises Emily makes, it certainly feels like it might be. 

“You’re gonna suck my cock, baby? Get it nice and wet for me?” Emily's voice is rich as velvet as she strokes your hair, her hips rocking forward in your hand.

You lick a stripe along the underside of the shaft, humming at the feeling of its ridges against your tongue, the faint taste of cool silicone.

Your eyes stay on hers as you take the head into your mouth, swirling your tongue over it before urging forward— taking about half its length before you pull away in favor of not gagging.

“Jesus Christ…” Emily crouches, bringing herself more in reach. “Such a perfect little slut… on her knees, taking my cock so well.” 

You moan at the filthy praise, your sex clenching around nothing as you grind subtlety into the air. 

Her hand clutches at your scalp while the other rests on her hip, not forcing your head— but keeping it steady as you bob slowly, taking more and more length with each pass. 

Your eyes water as the toy hits the back of your throat, but you don’t relent. You just keep pulling her closer, urging her on. Emily groans, somewhat in awe of how well you’re doing.

You watch her face the best you can through teary eyes, noting how her brows knit together each time you release faint noises around the toy, gurgling tremendous amounts of saliva as you let her fuck your mouth.

“Fuck, enough of that… get on the bed.” Emily tugs you by the hair, pulling your mouth from the appendage. “Now.”

You gasp as she spins you, shoving you down face first— pinning you to the mattress, your feet still planted firmly on the floor.

One hand remains tangled in your hair while the other grips at your hip, pulling you against her. The toy prods at your inner thigh, and you can feel her hot breath against the back of your neck as she hunches over you.

“God, I bet you’re drenched…” she growls, the hand that was on your hip— snaking between your legs, her svelte fingers sliding through your slick folds. “Hmm, would you look at that… I was right.”

You buck into her hand as she brushes against your clit, pulling a needy whine from your throat.

“Please…” you pant, arching into the mattress.

You can feel Emily’s breasts pressing into your shoulder blades as she lets her weight fall onto you, keeping you in place.

“Please what?” She draws featherlight circles over your swollen nub. 

“Please— Emily… fuck me.” You let out a choked moan as she adds more pressure, tweaking it between scissored fingers. “I need it… please. I need you inside of me.” Your body shudders, knees weak as she nips at the cartilage of your ear.

“Hmm, good girl.” Her thumb runs through your slit, teasing at your entrance before dipping inside.

You mumble out your pleasure in illegible babbles, body gyrating against the mattress in an attempt to further soothe the desperate— burning ache in your sex.

“More…” you pant, hands clutching at the duvet. “I- fuck...” a sharp moan tears from you as she pulls out and pumps two fingers inside you, curling— pressing.

“Such a needy girl…” Emily purrs against your ear, dipping down to bite at your shoulder. “Taking my fingers so well.” She puts more force behind her thrusts, the lewd squelching sounds echoing throughout the room.

“Oh—fuck…” you push back against her, needing to feel her deeper. The hand in your hair loops over your shoulder to squeeze your breast aggressively. 

“You want my cock, baby?” She pinches your nipple between her middle and index finger. “Want me to fill that pretty pussy?”

“Fuck yes. Please...” You crane your neck, her nose pressing against your cheek as you pant. “God, please fuck me.”

“Spread your legs.” She nips at your jaw, fingers slipping from your clenching pussy and gripping the base of her cock, coating it with your arousal. 

You spread yourself open as much as possible, raising a knee to rest against the mattress with a whimper. You can feel your wetness dribbling down the inside of your thighs, it’s humiliating and Emily is eating it right up.

“What a fucking slut… making such a mess.” Emily runs the tip of the toy through your folds, before drawing teasing circles over your clit. “So desperate to get fucked, spreading herself open for me. God, you’re perfect.”

You moan at the praise, arching your back and jutting your ass into the air. Emily groans, slapping your ass cheek before canting forward, barely pressing the head of her cock inside.

“Ooh, fuck.” You moan, clutching at the sheets as you brace yourself for the intrusion. “Fuck me…” 

“I am fucking you, baby.” Emily mocks, expelling a breathy chuckle before rutting herself even deeper inside. 

The pressure forces a silent moan out of your throat as you clutch at the bed sheets. The ridges of her cock— rubbing delectably against all the sensitive spots within your walls, stretching, filling you up.

The rhythm of Emily’s thrusts begin to gain more fluidity, dragging the entire length back and forth in an agonizingly slow gesture, the head tapping at your cervix with each pass.

“Shit… harder.” You pant, using your hands to rock back against her thrusts.

Emily straightens out with a guttural groan, a sudden gust of cool air fans across your back in her absence, sending a shiver down your spine.

Her strong hands clutch at your hips, fingernails digging sharply into your skin as she pulls your pelvis towards her forcibly, meeting her thrusts— the entire length of her cock slamming into you without relent.

The pure force of it nearly knocks the wind out of you, the perfect mix of pain and pleasure pooling wildly, deep in your gut.

“Fu-uck…holy…shit…ohmygod.” You moan, your words escaping in choked spurts as you drop from your hand to rest on your forearms. 

“Mm, I can’t believe I’ve waited this long to fuck you.” Emily murmurs, you can hear her panting breaths as she keeps up her rhythm. “I've been wanting to have you like this since the day I met you…” 

You hardly register the words as they float over your head, the feeling of Emily’s aggressive pounding practically knocking your brain from its place in your skull. But you register them enough that a faint smile curls into your mouth as your top half falls limp against the bed. Your bottom half pushes up onto tippy-toes, better angling yourself for the older woman. 

“Me too… God, you’re so fucking hot, Emily.” Your body feels like it’s burning as you try to steady your erratic breathing. “You feel so good…”

“I know I do, baby…” You can feel the smirk on Emily’s face as she says that, one of her hands shifting to swipe over your hypersensitive clit. 

You twitch at the sensation, your body arching into the air— attempting to further itself from Emily’s hand against your own will. But God, you want her to touch you like that. To work and play with your body till you’re shaking and crying with overstimulation.

“So sensitive…” She purrs, the hand that’s still in your hip travels up the length of your spine, her palm pressing into your tense muscles, before landing at the base of your neck— tangling in the hairs and shoving your head into the soft duvet.

Somehow, her thrusts manage to hit even deeper with the new angle. Her body looming over your back as she angles the toy downward— you can feel her in your guts, the skin of your lower belly brushing against the sheets as the tip prods through the skin.

Emily’s hand on your clit seems to sense it, easing up on the throbbing bundle of nerves and sliding to cup herself over your abdomen.

“Feel that, baby?” Emily presses her palm against the protrusion, adding pressure as her thrusts slow but gain in force. “Feel how fucking deep I am?”

“Ungh- yes… I love it.” You gasp, letting the Unit Chief manhandle your body. The power of her hips, plowing you further into the mattress— her hands, firm against the back of your neck and belly. You can hear the slapping of skin on skin, her heavy panting, the thumping of blood in your ears.

Emily groans at your desperation, gripping harder at the back of your neck and tangling her fingers in the hair at your nape. Your back arches almost painfully as she tugs, using it as an aid as she fucks into you.

“Mm, scoot up on the bed for me.” She grits, her voice low and gravelly as she uses her free hand to lift your lower half onto the mattress. You can’t hold back the whimper that falls from your lips as her cock slips out, the wet silicone— dragging a slick trail over your inner thigh.

Emily grabs your waist as you try to move up the bed with wobbly limbs, flipping you onto your back. Her hands slide up the back of your thighs, cupping the posterior of your knees and pressing them to your stomach.

The feeling of her hot mouth over your sex shocks you, a squeak slipping out as you twitch against her flicking tongue. The muscle is anything but gentle as she licks through your puffy folds— dipping into your entrance and gathering your arousal with a pointed tongue, before spreading it messily over your clit.

“Oh!” You yelp, your hands moving to grip at her scalp through parted legs. 

“Mm, you taste good.” Emily hums, the vibrations sending an extra wave of pleasure straight through you. Your hips buck wildly, already overly-sensitive from the aggressive onslaught of her strap-on. 

Placing a final wet kiss on your clit— Emily rises, shifting so that her pelvis is pressed to your ass, the toy resting between your legs. With a wolfish grin, she releases one of your knees, using the now free hand to align the toy with your entrance.

Your breath comes in frantic, shuddered gasps as you watch her. She teasingly swipes the tip through your folds before slapping over your clit, causing you to twitch and whimper quietly.

Your hands settle on the base of her ribcage as she uses her thumb to press the head inside, the majority of its length gliding in without any resistance.

“Hm–fuck.” You gaze up at Emily through half-lidded eyes, her face and chest red and glistening with sweat from all the exertion. 

Leaning back and resting a hand on the bed, her hips begin rolling into you smoothly. Her eyes travel the length of your body, so thick and heavy with the weight of desire it makes you dizzy.

Her lips part as she pants slightly, her breasts swaying with each roll of her hips— muscles beneath the soft skin of her abdomen flexing.

You let your head fall back onto the pillows, eyes fluttering closed as you try to focus on how she feels inside you. The feeling of her long fingers gripping at your thigh as she pulls you against her, the blunt ridges of her cock rubbing against your g-spot— knocking tiny whimpers and moans out of you with each pass. The familiar, and rather rapid, burn of a climax building in your womb. 

Emily’s thumb stroking your clit pulls you out of your thoughts, forcing you up onto your elbows. You manage to look up at her again, she meets your eyes with a smile— bottom lip pulled between her teeth as she watches your body shiver under her ministrations. 

“How ya doing, baby?” She purrs, licking at her thumb before placing it back on your clit, circling. “Feel good?” 

“Yes… harder- I need you harder.” You reach out, clutching at her forearm. “Wanna cum so bad. Please.”

“Yeah?” Emily leans forward, the hand that was on your thigh moving to wrap around the base of your throat as the one on your clit loops under your arm, bracing herself between the pillows and your shoulder blade. “My needy girls gonna cum for me? Gonna cum all over my cock?” 

You can only nod as her fingertips press into the sides of your neck, staring up at her in a lightheaded daze. She uses her grip as leverage as she speeds up, pulling you into her powerful thrusts. 

Your eyes practically roll out of their sockets at the overwhelming feeling of it all. Your stomach and breasts sliding against one another as a layer of sweat forms between overheating bodies. 

“Open.” you hear Emily murmur, nipping at your bottom lip. Eagerly obliging— you tilt your chin up to meet her, letting your mouth fall open. Her saliva coats your tongue not even a second later, you groan at the taste of her, letting it settle into your tastebuds for a moment before swallowing.

“Thank you.” You smile, pleased, craning up to kiss her again. 

She catches your moans in her mouth as she fucks you hard and steady— taking what she wants without abandon, and you’re more than happy to let her do so. 

Your arms wrap around her torso, nails digging into the muscles of her mid and upper back, muscles that flex and curve with each perfectly calculated, punishing thrust. Emily hisses and you think for a moment that you might’ve drawn blood— but the worry is quickly washed away as the hand on your neck snakes between your legs, pressing down on your swollen nub.

A sob wracks through you as you hurdle closer and closer toward the edge, that consistently rising flame in your gut rapidly approaching a full blaze. 

“Fuck, Emily… so close- please, can I cum?” you choke out, eyes struggling to stay open as her intensity grows.

“Good girl, go on…” she puffs, her mouth moving to suckle at your neck. “Cum for me, honey.” 

The mixture of Emily’s low, rough voice, her teeth nipping at your jugular, and the fingers on your clit— shoves you right off that cliff. The coil of tension in your belly snaps like a wishbone, causing your body to lock up on itself. Your muscles tremble and your sex clamps down on Emily, holding her in place. 

Your mouth falls open with a silent scream as the immense pleasure distorts your features, eyes clenching shut— forehead crinkling. It’s like a fireworks show setting off on the back of your eyelids as you let the waves wash over you, flashes of pure white heat. 

Emily noses at your jaw as your body relaxes— trembling in her tight grasp. 

“Jesus Christ…” she chuckles wryly, pressing sloppy kisses over your chin and cheek. 

“Fuck, I think I might’ve just seen him.” Your arms fall limp at your sides, fingers splaying out over the sheets in an attempt to bring yourself back to earth. Your pussy flutters around the toy as the final aftershocks run their course, your breathing quick and shallow. 

Emily laughs again, nipping at your collarbone before letting her head fall to rest against your shoulder. 

“Man, I am getting way too old for this.” She lets out a drastic sigh. “My back will most definitely be feeling it in the morning.”

You scoff, swatting at the back of her head. Emily shoots up, giving you a curious but challenging look.

“Oh, stop it.” You pet the offending spot gently, soothing whatever hypothetical pain she might be feeling. “You are not old.”

“Forty-six is pretty damn old…” she arches her brow.

“More like pretty damn sexy…” you grin cheesily at the Unit Chief, raising your hand to wipe a few sweaty strands of hair away from her forehead. 

Emily smirks, growling as she swoops down, kissing you hard. You wrap your arms around her waist, your body arching into her as her strap shifts inside of you faintly. With a burst of confidence, you shove the older woman off— flipping her onto her back and swinging your leg over her hips before letting the toy sink inside you once again.

She stares up at you with wide eyes as you let out a breathy moan, grinding your hips subtly.

“Now you don’t have to worry about your back.” You tease, smirking down at her as your palms land on her chest, cupping her breasts.

“Mhm…” Emily’s hand clutches at your hips, her thumb digging into the sensitive muscle over your hip bones while the other folds behind her head. “Maybe I should just sit back and enjoy the show? Let you do all the work?”  

“Well where’s the fun in that?” you whine, frowning at her as you pick up speed— raising off the toy momentarily before plopping back down into Emily’s lap and repeating the process over again. 

“But you look so pretty like this…” Her fingers trail over your stomach, the muscles twitching beneath the skin as she passes, cupping your breast in her palm and tweaking your nipple with her thumb. “And I must say, I do love watching you work for it.”

A whimper slips past your lips as she brings her hand out from behind her head, wetting the pad of her thumb with her tongue before pressing it to your clit, drawing slow circles.

“Emily…” you groan, falling forward onto your elbows, your face inches away from Emily’s. “Fuck me.” 

She doesn’t need much convincing because as soon as those words slip from your mouth it’s like a switch flips. Her arm wraps around you, fingers tangling at your scalp and tugging your head back harshly. Her mouth is at your throat next, teeth scrapping over the thin skin. 

She plants her feet on the mattress and fucks up into you, hard and fast, forcing a strangled sound to escape from the depths of your throat.

“This what you wanted?” The skin of her hips slaps against the back of your thighs. “Wanted me to pull on your hair and fuck the shit out of you like the slut you are?”

“Yes-ohfuck, yes…” you gasp, the head of her cock hitting particularly deep while the base of her harness nudges at your clit.

“Dirty fucking girl…” Her palm lands on your ass with a sharp slap, the sound of it cracking through the near-silent room. 

“Mph, shit- slap me again.” You cry out, clutching at her shoulders as you try to sit up, rocking against her thrusts.

Another slap comes down on your ass, more solid this time. You smile at the mix-up, spanking is nice but you want something more. You want it hard and across your cheek, you want her to grip at your jaw so hard it feels like it might break under the pressure, God you want her to do it all. 

“No… hm-slap me across the face.” You pant out, meeting her eyes. “Please…” 

“Fuck… I knew you liked that.” She groans, her hands slipping for your hair and cupping your cheek, rubbing at it before pulling back and landing a harsh crack against the flesh. 

You let your head roll with the force of her hand, the sting shooting straight between your legs as Emily smiles up at you almost as if she were in awe.

“I loved it.” You correct her, falling back down against her damp chest and burying your face in the crook of her neck. Breathing her in, you note the faint smell of sweat mixed with the lingering essence of her perfume. 

You run your tongue over the vein that protrudes just above her collarbones, tasting the saltiness of her skin. Emily puffs out a shaky breath as she keeps up her fast-paced rhythm, using both hands on your hips to move your body in time with the strokes.

“Emily-” You gasp, clutching tightly at her as your second orgasm begins to build. 

“Yeah? Already close baby?” She turns her head, her cheek squishing against yours. 

“Yes… fuck keep going, just like that.” Your teeth graze at her pulse point, the movements of both bodies growing wild and sloppy— aimed solely at getting you there.

You can feel her nails digging into your skin, freckling your waist and hips with tiny red crescent moons. Your chests rise and fall rapidly in tandem, and by the looks of it, Emily might be on the verge too.

“Can you feel it?” you ask, dipping a hand down to tweak her nipple. 

“Yes, might cum with you if you keep doing that…” Emily’s voice is almost needy as she says it, and you might be addicted to how desperation sounds on her. 

You hum, pinching harder— she reacts with a jerk of her hips, slamming the head of her cock into your cervix. 

“Shit, Em-” You moan, panting wildly against her neck. 

She keeps pumping into you like that, jerking up roughly and hitting the same spot over and over again— it drives you absolutely wild. You can feel the muscles in your legs begin shaking as they struggle against the rhythm, relying completely on Emily’s strength to keep you going.

��Using nicknames now, are we?” She chuckles breathily, bumping her head against yours as she tries to face you.

“Shut up…” you avoid her gaze, shying into her neck further.

“Look at me.” Her tone is one that makes your ears perk up, immediately doing as you're told. “I wanna see the look on your face when you cum, you look so gorgeous like that.”

Your lips part slightly, eyes locking on her with heavy lids as you try to keep them open.

“That’s a good girl…” Sweat beads at Emily’s temples and down the valley of her breasts. “Come on, cum for me again, baby.” 

Just watching the look on her face is enough to push you over the edge, your spine curling into the air as the floodgates burst inside you, ripping a shuddered moan from your throat.

You can hear Emily’s quiet gasps as she keeps pumping, chasing her own orgasm. She finishes not long after with a shudder and a low groan through clenched teeth before promptly pulling the toy out. 

Your torso lies limp against her, breathing quick and shallow as you work through the tiny shocks that seem to wrack your entire body. Emily’s palm slides over your spine, rubbing soothing patterns over your vertebrae. 

“Thank you.” you rasp, pressing a chaste kiss below her ear.

“You did well...” her blunt fingernails scratch over your shoulders, a wave of goosebump spreading across your naked skin. “So good for me.”

You smile softly at the praise, the gentleness of it juxtaposing with the rest of the night almost hilariously. Emily shifts below you, single handedly loosening the harness and wiggling out of it— tossing it haphazardly into the room.

“How does a bath sound?”

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A/n: i hope you guys enjoyed reaading that as much as i enjoyed writing it... happy masturbation!!

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The other family

(Yandere batfamily x reader) (Coraline coded au)

( English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in the following text.)

This fic was inspired by this post.

Note: I've loosely based this on Wika by Olivier ledriot and tales of Bogymen taking abused and neglected children away to punish the parents.

Tw: yandere tendencies, child neglect, horror?

The sound of the crickets outside your open window was mixed with the distant noises of the fan in your room working to help with the heat that had haunted Wayne Manor for a week now, the heat wave that had hit Gotham a few days ago was unbearable, even during the nights. You tossed around in your bed, refusing to let go of the green dragon plushie that had been your loyal companion for your days at daycare. You looked into its faded eyes because of rough use and a pout came to your lips, maybe you should take Hamlet with you, yeah, the other mom would allow it right?

You had spent your days enjoying your slushies, and milkshakes, playing video games, and rolling on the cool sheets of your bed, but whatever you did you found yourself slowly losing your patience, they had said you could go back to them every weekend so where was the other cat? You poked your head out of your bedroom now and then to catch a glimpse of its white fluffy fur but it was nowhere to be seen in the dark hallway that seemed to stretch on.

Trying to pass the time you snuck out of your room to take another ice cream from the freezer, maybe its taste would calm your nerves, you were supposed to be asleep by nine pm but you knew you had to stay awake until midnight for the other cat to come and find you, it was it's routine by now even if it meant you'd get scolded by Alfred, the only person that cared for your sleep schedule, it was worth it!

You walked past the empty rooms of Others who had gone to patrol that night, your feet made little noise as you walked past the rooms one by one, turning past the corners to get to the main staircase of the Manor, you glanced at the few doors you could recognize in the dim light, holding hamlet closer to your chest as you walked past Dick's guest room, he always said he'd be there for you, but you couldn't remember the last time he had sat down to talk to you like he did with others, maybe it was because he was too old for you? But he always told others that he didn't care about that. You couldn't comprehend why you were invisible to your oldest sibling.

You walked past Tim's room as well before poking your head to the corner that lead to the room Mom and Dad shared, you padded closer, peaking in with curiosity through the ajar door to see your mom sitting behind her vanity desk, lazily filing her nails as she talked to her phone. Her back facing the door. She had put on her usual hair curling rolls, the sound of her soft chuckles in the air as she spoke with her friend. Mom never laughed like that when she was with you or Dad, unless she was shopping, maybe she liked buying gifts for herself so that was why she was happy shopping? You loved gifts too!

"Yeah I don't know, Bruce is getting rather boring, to be honest" Selina sighed as she leaned back in her seat, putting her slender legs up on the low-level vanity, "yeah, good thing I've dragged on the engagement, imagine I bite the trap" She snorted as she filed her forefinger, "Y/N?" You tensed at hearing your name "I'm not sure about the kid, I mean I never wanted a child to begin with but now that I'm strapped to a grown-up toddler what else can I do but stay? I don't know maybe I give up the custody to Bruce or something like that, you know me, I'm not for the domestic life"

Hearing your mom say those things was both confusing and sad, you didn't understand why mom didn't love dad, dad loved her so much! To the point that he always made sure to call her every day! Dad rarely called to the daycare to talk with you, unless he wanted to say happy birthday or something like that since rarely came home at night, Alfred would pick you up or send someone trusted to take you back home, but Dad made sure to take Mom everywhere himself! Plus if mom didn't like you why did she give birth to you? Were you unwanted?

You clutched Hamlet to your chest and buried your face into its fur as you walked passed the door towards the kitchen. Maybe you would take a bag of snacks with the ice cream, yeah eating always soothed you. Getting down the stairs you walked inside the kitchen, sneaking in to open the door of the double freezer only to be stopped by Alfred who gave you a knowing look, making you freeze as you sheepishly looked up.

"I just wanted a chocolate ice cream, it's too hot in my room," you said trying to give your best puppy eyes look, the older man put his hands on his hips giving you a scolding look in return "Too much dairy makes your stomach hurt, remember?" He spoke, his voice firm but not harsh, you pouted as you held the handle of the freezer's door "Please just tonight? I've been good today" you pleaded, Alfred sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before he gave in and handed you a small tub of ice cream with a spoon. "Just be careful to not spill it alright?" He spoke softly, his eyes saddening a little as he watched your small smile, you rarely smiled these days.

You walked out of the kitchen, holding the cold tub in your hand before you froze at the sight of the white feline at the end of the hall, looking at you expectantly, the tub and the spoon fell from your hand as if you were under a spell and you enthusiastically followed the cat, eyes wide with excitement "Alfred!" You called in a hushed tone to the other cat who was sitting patiently for you, its crimson eyes blinking softly as its long tail swished about, Damian's cat Alfred never liked you for some reason, but this one loved being around you purring as it came to your vicinity.

"Hello, kitty kitty!" You bent down to pet the fluffy creature who arched its back to your touch, lovingly rubbing against your legs, gently kneading your slippers. The soft "mrrp" sound of the cat made you smile more, searching under its chin. "Good kitty!" You cooed, before giggling softly as the cat licked your fingers gently, rubbing its head to your fingers to make you pet it a little more, purring a storm.

After the cat had its fair share of your attention it turned around and padded away before turning back to look at you as if to say "What are you waiting for? Follow me!" You followed the feline creature with a big smile on your lips, walking through hallway after hallway, not noticing the walls and temperature shifting as the other cat guided you to another world. It was your weekly routine now.

It soon turned too cold as you walked deeper into the hallways and you started to shiver, holding Hamlet even closer as you finally walked through a single door at the end of the hallway you were at, entering the entrance hall of the Wayne Manor again, where you had started your journey with the other cat, but the coldness of the air and the eerie lights of the lamps and candles gave you the signs that you were at the Other Side.

You looked around squealing with joy at the sight of the other Alfred who held a large blanket for you, standing by a large chair close to the light fireplace greeted you with a warm smile, chuckling as you ran to him, opening his arms before snugging you in the warm blanket in his hands. He gently wrapped you up fully, putting you on the chair to warm you up. He hummed a soft song under his breath, making you giggle as he wiped your face with a warm towel he had nearby. The other Alfred rarely spoke for some reason.

"My baby!" The other mom called for you loudly, making your head snap up and you nearly fell from your seat from excitement at the sight of her in a comfortable set of clothes, so much different than what your mom used to wear, making you feel uncomfortable even if she was at home with you. "Mo-!" Before you could say anything you were in other mom's arms, showered with her kisses. "Oh, my baby! How I've missed you!" She kept kissing your now rosy cheeks, giggling with you as she held you close. She smelt of lilacs, and she was even more beautiful than your own mom, her silvery eyes were warm, just like her smile. She didn't wear too much makeup that would cake on your skin like whenever your own mom kissed you. Her skin was soft and her unpainted lips were always smiling, making your little heart flutter.

You let out a soft squeak when you felt more pressure around you, sneaking a peak from the other mom's embrace to see the other dad holding both you and the other mom, smiling warmly. "How have you been my sweetling?" The other dad's voice was deeper and he had the same silver eyes as the others on the other side. You felt your cheeks hurt from how much you were smiling. A loud laugh left you as the other dad tickled you through the blanket, the couple chuckling at the sight of your joy. The other dad was always home when you were visiting the other side, even if others were on patrol he was there, he still loved the other mother just like your dad did, but the other also loved...you.

The other dad held you two for a long time, as if he wanted to make sure you wouldn't run away just like the first time you did when you had gotten into the other side. Which had become a side joke with your other family. "You need a good bath and new clothes before dinner" The other mom hummed as she sniffed your hair, her comment finally breaking the hold of the hug around you.

The other dad picked you up without a struggle, making you giggle "Daddy!" You called, making a soft shuddering breath leave his lips at the way you called him that, you had started opening up to the couple and it filled them with joy, you had heard the other Alfred and the other Dick discuss this before, apparently, the other mom and dad were depressed for a long, long time. You couldn't see how the other mom put her hand over her mouth as she nearly teared up at the way you called the other Bruce that. "Again" the other dad whispered "hm?" You tilted your head to the side, holding Hamlet with your hand as the other held onto the other dad's shoulder "Call me again" the other dad insisted, and you smiled as you called him again "Daddy!", he closed his eyes as he buried his face into your hair for a whole minute, his board shoulders tense as he tried to hold back his tears, his baby was alive again, alive!

The other dad took you to your other room filled with everything you liked after he had come to his senses, the other mom had made sure to decorate your room to your tastes and had even changed the wallpaper three times for you. The fireplace there was on, and the bathroom was already filled with steam coming off of the glistening marble bathtub there, when you got close to the bathroom you curiously looked at the bubbles in the air, gasping. You had never seen a bathbomb make bubbles! "Bubbles!" You squealed in joy as you popped one, making the other dad's smile widen. He kissed your forehead before he put you down gently, the other mom undressed you carefully, and then she shooed her husband away when she started to take off your underwear "It's a private moment with me and my baby!" She had said,  making the other dad groan. You jumped on your feet as the cold air hit you, making the other mom coo as she picked you up by your sides "It's okay! It's okay!" She then lowered you into the warm water, watching with satisfaction as your body eased down.

The other dad left the bathroom as the other mom washed you, soothingly wiping the dried sweat off you with a soft loofah. You had never been washed like this before, sure Alfred washed you nearly daily or you'd manage to shilishali your way in a shower, but it wasn't as enjoyable as this one. The other mom would coo and softly praise you for heeding her gentle orders to put your arms up, holding her hand over your eyes as she poured water on your hair, making goofy hairstyles with you as you watched yourself in the mirror at the other side of the bathroom. Your giggles filling the air, ignorant of the snow falling outside.

After washing you up the other mom carefully rinsed you, drying you up before she gently put soothing lotion on the soles of your feet and your knees that you had scrapped after a rough play at daycare. You loved seeing the other mom dote on you and pamper you like no other. She even made sure to dry your ear canals, making you scrunch up your nose as she hit a spot while drying up your left ear "It was itchy wasn't it?" She asked, chuckling as you nodded. The other mom laughed a lot with you, and you never grew tired of it. Her voice was like an angel's always making you feel warm and fuzzy on the inside.

The other mom dried your hair with a blow dryer, brushing it carefully before putting on a pair of very cozy and warm pajamas for you. "But Mommy I shouldn't wear pajamas to dinner!" You said, confused "Mommy makes the rules and you can wear whatever you want to dinner" She booped your nose after that, She then gave Hamlet back to you before putting on your fuzzy socks. You wiggled your toes to watch the googly eyes of the bears on your socks move, oh how much you had begged your mom to buy you those cute socks but she hadn't, calling them too silly.

The other mom held you as she walked to the dining room and by the moment she opened the door others burst into energy and mirth at the sight of you, Everyone was there, even the other Damian was smiling! Speaking of your other brother he was quick to rush towards you and hug you tightly after the other mom put you down, Damian never hugged you like this, even if he said he was your older brother, him saying that always rang hollow, but with the other Damian? Oh, it was something else!

Damian held your hand as he guided you to your seat and helped you sit on it, petting your head and Hamlet's. The other mom sat at your left side and the other Damian sat at the right, and as others spoke with each other the other mom put a napkin on your lap and neatly snug one on your collar and chest before she put a spoon full of your favorite stew in your mouth, and you ate with enthusiasm. Chewing the savory roast with both your cheeks full.

The other dad smiled leaning on his elbow as he watched you eat, putting his hand on the other mom's shoulder as she put spoonful after spoonful into your mouth, his eyes soft and full of love for you. You still remembered the first time you had met him, his face was of shock and confusion "Angel?" He had called you but you had meekly mumbled out your name, making him gasp and speak of something along the lines of "Our prayers were answered, glory to Balor!" Who was Balor? No one answered you that.

The other mom was so kind, dabbing napkins on your mouth if a bit of food smeared the corners of it, watching you chew and swallow before putting another spoon of the hearty stew, giving you the juiciest cuts of meat that melted into your mouth. You scrunched up your nose again at her as you tasted a tangy bit, making her giggle "It's alright sweetie, just try to swallow it" and you did with slight difficulty. "Good job!" She clapped her hands together, the ring on her finger shining. The other mom had married the other dad, unlike your mom who seemed to hate that.

You noticed the small dark tint to her nails, her nails had started to darken more and more since the first time you had met, maybe she liked black nail polish? Your mom put on some now and then, but your mind couldn't see how she had grown taller at each visit, oh how her actions had turned more and more clingy, you weren't privy to her tearful night with her mate, when she'd hiss and growl as she shredded the body of another child by the alter of Balor, begging him to give her a chance of a sacrificial ceremony, to which the being had agreed to. Her lost child was coming back home once more.

Your gaze looked around as the other mom put a piece of bread for you to munch on in your hands as Hamlet sat on your lap. You noticed Dick, smiling at him as your memories with him flooded your mind. Even if the other Dick was busy speaking with the other Jason but he still waved to you every time you looked at him, as if he could sense your gaze.

You noticed the other Jason waving your way as well "Nice plushie" he commented, making you hold up Hamlet proudly "Ooh very nice!" The other Jason was so much kinder than the Jason you were used to, he would pick you up and tickle you, blowing raspberries on your belly and smile whenever you talked to him, even if you still could see the pain in his eyes he made sure to dote on you, playing with you and Hamlet.

The other Tim was busy eating his food, but he gave you glances, each time smiling as your eyes met, he had insisted on reading you books when you took naps at the other side since the very first time, though it had turned into more a rivalry with him and the other mom and the other Damian to take turns tucking you in.

The other Damian held your hand as he ate his food in silence, gently squeezing your hand every so often, offering his piece of food as if to mimic the other mom "Damian you know my baby gets stomachaches if you give your baby sibling too much dairy" She gently reminded the other Damian who with a loud "Hmph" took his spoon away from your mouth, making you pout. "It's okay sweetie, I'm just looking out for you" She chuckled as she pinched your nose gently. 

The other Duke and Cass were nowhere to be seen, maybe they were on patrol that night, but you missed Cass's warm hugs and Duke's play times as you and him made pillow forts, having the other dad and Damian force siege onto it.

Everyone was happy, you were happy, and blissfully...ignorant. Maybe it was for the better as the other Alfred once had said to the couple "Let the child be oblivious to everything happening, it helps the transition to proceed smoother, stress and anxiety affect a child's choice."

It all had started with the bridge between the parallel worlds becoming thin when you had passed into a door during a restless night, entering a darker version of the world you lived in that was shrouded in perpetual night and winter, where the dark fae resided. You didn't know every human alive had a fae double living their own life on the other side, that was why you didn't know your own double had been long dead at the hands of the other joker, and how much your other family were overjoyed to find you there. And the other Selina, became obsessed with the idea of taking her child back by any means possible.

"It is against the rules" the other Bruce had said as his wife suggested the idea of taking you into the fold of the kin residing on the other side, but she had reminded him "They don't want the poor thing! We can give the sweet angel the love a child like the little one deserves! Look how eagerly the child clings to you! The child needs us, my love, the child needs me!" And that was when the family decided on setting a plan to turn your weekly visits, into a permanent stay.

"Sweetie" the other mom called for you" Everyone quieted down as they realized the moment of truth was going to happen "Do you want to stay with us?" The other mom asked softly as she rubbed your back "I'd love to stay the night Mommy!" You answered, making Alfred smile at your blissful innocence "No sweet baby, I mean do you like to stay with us forever?" The other father chimed in and you frowned as you tried to think. The other mom bit her lip nervously, maybe it was too early for her to suggest it? The couple watched anxiously as you tried to think about your decision "If I agree, I will be with mommy and daddy forever?" "Forever sweetie, and we won't leave you, ever" the other mom cooed, holding your hand as Hamlet fell onto the ground. "We will have lots of fun, mommy will be your best friend, and Daddy and others will play with you nonstop!" You smiled at the thought of it, melting the dark hearts of the fae sitting around the table. "Yes, mommy!" You agreed, and upon that, the mood shifted.

At hearing that the lights turned a greenish hue, as if on cue, and everyone seemed to grow taller and taller as your own body turned heavy, the illusion magic was wearing off and yet the couple was surprised to see you weren't panicking. "I'm sleepy Mommy" you mumbled with a soft yawn, and the female fae cooed softly at hearing that "It's alright sweetling, mommy will make sure to tuck you in" She reached out and picked up Hamlet from the ground, the plushie morphing into a grotesque figure of a dragon in her clawed hands before she tucked the toy in your arms. Your eyelids grew heavier as you sunk into the large seat behind the table, not noticing how everyone stood up from their seats, bowing to the haunting shadow appearing in the room.

A hissing voice spoke in a language you didn't know, and the female fae picked you up, holding you by the back of your knees and shoulders, passing you into the massive bony arms of the God of the dark elves, Balor, who wrapped you in its tangible shadowy form "Do not worry for the babe, rest this night my children, for tomorrow we will rejoice for a fae, reborn."

Your eyes closed as you slipped into a peaceful slumber. Before you found yourself in a bed of flowers, lying beside an angelic man in a lush garden. "Shush my child, sleep" the man soothed you "Birth will be painful" he murmured, gently tapping your chest as he lulled you into rest in your dream before the emergence of another life. "Your parents are waiting for you" he whispered in your ear with a warm voice, and then, your mortal heart stopped in his arms, your soul leaving your body that would soon the body of the many children in the garden of Balor, to land into the carefully preserved one of the sweetling of the other family of yours.

Born anew, in bliss and pain.

It took three days for everyone to notice you were gone, without a trace, nothing was lost but you and your favorite plushie, leaving your parents forever haunted by the memories of the child they took for granted.

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[suppose-i-was-worm]

Marzipan Boy part 1

Tim shot a quick message to Tam, letting her know that he would be busy for a while, and then he shoved his headphones on and pushed the button to darken the windows of his office.

Tam thought he was taking a nap, and encouraged his daily hour of “dark time”.

Tim was NOT taking a nap, he was watching the love of his life play video games (sue him, he might doze off once or twice during the stream, but it wasn’t on purpose.)

“Good afternoon, gamers. It’s NightenGames here, and I have not had enough coffee.”

Chuckling at the semi-regular intro, Tim took a sip of his dark roast and settled back into his desk chair.

“Today we’re playing Elder Ring- My friend PharaohTuck finally finished setting up my mods.”

Tim wasn’t entirely sure what exactly the mods NightenGames used did, but apparently they were necessary for him to play. The Yeddit threads were full of speculation- from control mods meant for metahumans/aliens, to cheats to make the games easier.

Very few fans believed that one- Nighten died too many times to be cheating with his mods.

“Ooooh, what a fancy character creator! Alright, folks- who should we mock this time? I’m seeing a lot of votes for Lex Luthor in the chat, a few for Bruce Wayne- which, let me remind you, I’ve already done both Wayne and Luthor in the last month, so they’re out.”

This was why Tim had originally followed NightenGames- the streamer would pick a rich person and then pretend to be them for the entire stream, as if they were playing the game. Yeddit had checked- most of the quotes Nighten used were straight from public videos of the target.

“Tim Drake, huh? CEO of Wayne Industries? Isn’t he, like, the same age as me? I dunno, guys- like, nepo baby for suresies, but…”

Tim startled at the sound of his own name, and swooned a little at the way it rang out in Nighten’s rich baritone.

“You’re right, BarleyWater32, I have not picked on Tim Drake yet. In my defense… I have no defense. He’s hot and I’d smash. Don’t want to spoil my minuscule chances, right? Right. Anyways. Oh! Oliver Queen, I can do him. Well, not DO him, but- make me shut up.”

Blinking at his computer, Tim couldn’t help but flush at the knowledge that his internet crush thought he was “hot and would smash”.

Tim would smash too, honestly. He’d done his research. Daniel ‘Danny’ Nightengale was VERY attractive behind the virtual avatars he used.

“Let me pull up Ollie-boy’s avatar- ah ha! Can’t miss that mustache anywhere.”

The avatar finally popped up in the video- Nighten didn’t usually have one up until the chat had chosen a victim, even if he did have a standard avatar for after he was done gaming.

If he had to pick, Tim liked the avatar for Queen the best. He wore a silly pair of green sunglasses, and his matching green mustache twirled far beyond his face- the real Oliver would never, but the mockery was funny.

“Ahem. Yes. Hello. My name is Ollie Queen and I’m richer than anyone else in this city. Let’s get this bread!”

Elder Ring went well- through some chance Nighten picked an archery build for his run through, which Tim thought was quite ironic- and the stream went on for a whole hour before Nighten switched to his standard avatar.

“Okay, folks, I’m going to shut down now- and Tim Drake? If you’re watching? DM me.”

Nighten chuckled a little, like he’d made an impossible request, but Tim was vibrating in his seat, reaching for his phone to DM the streamer.

The video ended abruptly, and Tim’s autotimer on the darkened windows ran out.

Tam was standing expectantly outside of the door, smiling serenely in- but her arms were full of folders that she undoubtedly need signatures on.

With a sigh, Tim took off his headphones, dropped his cell on his desk, and waved her in. Work waited for no man.

~~~

“Danny, are you sure you don’t want me to make you an avatar for one Tim Drake?”

“Positive, Tuck.”

Tucker pouted and draped himself over the back of the couch, leaning his head into Danny’s space as he worked on his essay.

“It would give you an excuse to watch videos of your cruuuuush!”

Danny felt his face go hot, and he shoved Tucker’s face away from his ear.

“Get off, man. I have to finish this paper before midnight.”

His friend stood straight, presumably looking at the clock on the oven.

“Oof, bro.”

10:30PM wasn’t a great time to be writing an essay. Danny knew he should have done it earlier, but, well. He had to film and edit a video for his second channel. UTube wasn’t earning him money yet, but hopefully soon?

Who was he kidding? He would probably have to go back to Vlad for money soon, and he hated the thought of it.

It was hard enough to live in this ramshackle Gotham apartment with both Tucker and Sam, keep up with UTube and streaming, and get through school, without having to cater to Vlad’s whims on top of it.

Sam had only promised to help with his portion of rent for two years, and he was almost hitting that deadline. He hated taking advantage of her guilt for getting him killed in the first place, but she had insisted, even if she couldn’t sustain it for their whole college career.

Danny groaned and turned his attention back to his paper.

11:15 rolled around, and Danny finished checking his paper for mistakes before sending it in. He shut his laptop, planning to brush his teeth before crashing out on the couch.

Tucker had already gone to bed, and Sam was out on an internship trip for the week, so he didn’t have to worry too much about being disturbed after he fell asleep.

His phone chimed with a donation notification and he lazily opened the message.

Tucker came running out of his and Sam’s bedroom, wrapped in a bathrobe and wielding a Creep Stick at Danny’s resulting screech.

“TEN THOUSAND DOLLARS? FROM TIMOTHY DRAKE-WAYNE?”

[aewon]

the shift

jungwon x fem reader genre: smut MDNI!!!! wc: 3593 warnings: e2l kinda, ice hockey player jungwon (just mentioned), manager reader, mentioned other members, mentioned chaewon( she’s my go to clearly lol), jungwon’s just annoying to reader, virgin reader, dick sucking, pussy eating, multiple orgasms (2 each), fingering, flirty jungwon, cursing obv, if there’s anything else lmk

note: this is a rewrite of a fic that i had on @/wonkizz, it’s not great but it’s better than what i had og so :p the smut isn’t great but oh well also not proofread so

The university’s ice hockey team was golden, and it was all thanks to Yang Jungwon.

The team’s captain had spent long hours training to make sure the team was efficient in every category.

And now, their hard work paid off as they had landed a spot in nationals against one of the hardest teams to beat.

They’re not worried, they know the team is good, but they’re better.

Normally, you’d praise a team for being confident in their skills, but you think they’re just damn cocky.

It’s even worse considering the fact that Jungwon has taken an unknown liking to you, the team's manager.

Why are you their manager? Because you needed the credit for a class and it was the only thing available.

Back to Jungwon.

The guy is infuriating. He flirts with you constantly, teasing you and messing with you. It’s annoying and no matter how much you tell him to stop, he never does.

With the amount the two of you bicker back and forth, you’re surprised you haven’t been fired yet.

Now, in terms of nationals, it’s an away game, which means a trip to another state. As their manager, that means you have to go too.

You curse every being out there at the fact that you have to go, but what can you do?

It’s 6:00 am when you arrive at the meet up spot on campus. Coach Shin, the head (and only) coach, is already there with the small bus set up for you and the team to take.

The boys aren’t here yet, no surprise there. They always like to be late, for whatever god given reason they have.

“Those boys, I swear they give me a headache every single fucking day,” Coach Shin complains. You can only nod along with his sentiment, scrolling your phone with no real purpose.

6:15 rolls around and oh thank heavens! Here they come in Jay’s beat up car that he loves to call his baby regardless of its status.

Jungwon doesn’t waste a moment, coming to your side and wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “Did you sleep well, pretty?”

You push his side, trying and failing to get him off you.

“No, unfortunately I didn’t. But I’ll be taking the chance to catch up on my sleep on the bus.”

“Oh?” He inquires, “And what exactly made it not so good? Did something keep you up? Or…someone?”

You push him harder, scowling as he laughs at your face.

Although you finally managed to free yourself from him, the thought of being stuck on a bus with him for 6 hours does not please you.

Coach Shin gathers everyone on the bus, choosing to sit near the front while the boys sit in the back.

You put in your headphones, playing your music on low while the bus departs.

As you leave campus, and eventually your town, your eyes begin to flutter.

They eventually shut and you fall asleep.

When you awaken, your head isn’t resting on the window like it was when you left. Instead, it’s resting against something softer, something moving.

You open your eyes, looking up to see Jungwon’s face centimeters from yours.

You shoot up, realizing your head was resting on his shoulder.

“Sleep well?” He asks, scrolling through his phone like nothing.

“Why are you here?” You ask, trying to create space between your bodies but failing miserably.

“You looked lonely, so I decided to keep you company.”

“Well I wasn’t, if anything you interrupted me.”

Jungwon pouts mockingly, “That’s not very nice. I tried to be kind and this is how I’m repaid?”

“And how exactly do you want to be repaid?”

He takes the opportunity to slide his arm around your waist, squeezing your side, “I could think of one way.”

You grab his arm, gripping his wrist tightly and taking it off you, “As if!”

The whole team begins to laugh at your expense.

You sit there, planning on how to kill Jungwon in your head while he goes back to his original seat, smirking.

You look down at your phone, realizing 4 hours have passed. You sigh in relief, only 2 more hours to go.

Those 2 hours pass somewhat quickly, and you’re parking at your hotel before you know it.

As you get off the bus and gather your things, the sun shines down on you.

It’s blue skies and sunshine in this state, and you wish for nothing more than time to relax.

Coach Shin gathers you all in the hotel lobby, checking in and handing you room keys.

“Naturally you’re all paired with someone, except Y/N.”

“Don’t tell me she gets a room to herself,” Heeseung complains, making the others start to complain as well.

Coach Shin raises his hand, “Don’t start! Of course she has a room to herself, idiots!”

The boys grumble on their way up to the hotel floor.

You check into your room, throwing your bag on the small couch and sitting on the bed eagerly.

You pull out your phone, texting your friend Chaewon.

You: we just checked in :p

Chae 🐯: has jungwon annoyed you much?

You: of course he has but it’s whatever ig 🤥

Chae 🐯: yall gotta like…fuck it out or smth atp

You: EW no why would i do that

Chae 🐯: because the tension is crazy!!!

You: the tension is made up in your head 🙂‍↕️

Chae 🐯: WHATEVER what are you gonna do now

You: i think we’re getting lunch or smth and then idk

Chae 🐯: well keep me updated

You: yeah yeah 😑

You turn off your phone just as there’s a knock on your door.

Coach Shin stands there, “We’re headed to lunch, are you ready?”

You grab your purse with your hotel key, wallet and phone.

“Yes, let’s go!”

The boys are already waiting by the elevator for you, and you all cram inside and head downstairs to the dining hall.

Once seated, you order fettuccine with shrimp scampi while everyone else gets some sort of beef or chicken. They’re all protein freaks, always talking about getting in more of it everyday.

Lunch goes by with little to no conversation between you and any of the boys, no surprise there.

Although you do make conversation with Coach Shin about nationals and how the boys need to play if they want to win.

Not that it really interests you.

You couldn’t care less if they win or lose.

Everyone is given time off to do whatever they want once lunch is over.

You choose to head to the hotel pool to finally relax, and maybe even tan a little.

You put on your bathing suit, and head to the pool with the same purse you brought to lunch.

Surprisingly, there’s no one around.

You sit back on your towel and relax, letting yourself soak up the sun that beats down on you.

But of course, you can never have anything to yourself.

Within 15 minutes of your relaxation, you hear an agitating noise come from the entrance by the pool.

You look up and see the boys, all in their swimsuits, heading your way.

You groan, “Oh Jesus Christ! Can’t a woman get one fucking minute of peace!”

They all look at you, grinning mischievously. They know! They know damn well!

“You don’t own the pool,” Sunghoon says knowingly.

“No shit I don’t own the pool, but you knew I’d be down here to relax and now I can’t!”

“We’ll be quiet, swear,” Jake says, crossing his fingers over his heart.

You sigh, laying your head back down, trying to get back into your relaxation mode.

That was a damn lie.

Within 5, no! 4 minutes, they’re making noise. So much noise it could wake up the dead. Splashing, yelling, cursing, you name it they’re doing it!

Nobody else seems to be bothered because no one comes out to tell them to shut up, so it’s just you and them. Them, overjoyed and you, annoyed.

You want to bang your head against the nearest wall when you hear Jungwon’s voice call out to you, “How’d you know blue’s my favorite color?” He asks, referring to your bathing suit.

“I didn’t,” you respond. “I didn’t wear this for you!”

He puts his hands up in mock surrender, “If you say so. You should come in, the water feels great.”

You look down at the blue water, and back up at him repeatedly. “I’d rather not, it looks cold.”

“Oh come on,” he whines, “it’s not! See for yourself.” With that, he sends a big splash your way, dousing the bottom of your legs with water.

You curse at the cold temperature, Jungwon now laughing hysterically along with the other guys.

You get up before you know it, and send a big splash that douses the entirety of them in one sitting.

They all look at you in shock, Jungwon especially as if he isn’t the one who started it.

“No fair! I didn’t wanna get my hair wet,” Sunghoon complains.

“Well that’s too bad now isn’t it,” you retort, hands on your hips.

Before you can say anything further, Jungwon is out of the pool, lifting you up in his arms.

You didn’t realize how strong or broad he is.

As your hands find his shoulders to hold onto, you begin to panic, “What are you doing? Put me down!”

“Nope, now you’ve done it,” Jungwon says smiling, and then without another word he throws you into the pool.

You hit the water with a big splash, the boys all cheering as you’re now just as soaked as them.

You come up, looking at Jungwon in pure shock and somewhat horror.

“You…you’re so dead!”

Jungwon shrugs, “Guess I’m dead then.”

You spend the next half hour playing with the boys in the pool.

By the time you get back to your room, you’ve tired yourself out.

After showering and changing, you take a long nap.

Once you awaken, the clock next to you reads 7:00 pm.

You order dinner for yourself and eat while watching the latest show on Netflix.

By 7:30 you’ve finished your meal and are relaxing when there’s a knock at your door.

Jungwon stands there, freshly showered too.

“Hi,” he says, albeit somewhat awkwardly.

“Hey, do you need something?”

“I wanted to talk, if that’s alright?”

You step aside, letting him in, “Sure, what about?”

“Us,” he says.

You stand there confused as he sits on the edge of your bed.

“What about us?” You ask.

“I felt like there was a shift today, when we were having fun earlier. It felt…different. Having fun with you instead of arguing with you. It was nice.”

“I agree, it was nice Jungwon. I liked seeing that side of you that doesn’t constantly annoy me.”

You didn’t mean for it to come out so harsh, but it does.

But instead of looking hurt or offended, Jungwon just smirks, “But do you realize why I annoy you?”

You shake your head.

“It’s because I like you, stupid.”

You take a second to take in those words. I…like…you? He likes you?

“You mean like, romantically?”

“Yes Y/N, romantically.” He chuckles, sweeping his hair out of his eyes.

You stand there, not knowing what to do.

“Why…why do you like me?”

Jungwon seems caught off guard by that question.

He thinks for a minute before answering,

“I like how passionate you are with everything you do. Even with hockey, we know you don’t really like it but you still do your best as our manager regardless. I like your laugh and your smile, even when they’re not directed at me. I like how clumsy you are sometimes. I like how your tongue sticks out when you’re concentrating on something. I like everything about you, Y/N.”

You feel your heart beat faster as Jungwon speaks, taking in his words and his feelings with care and kindness rather than disgust or disdain.

“Jungwon, I didn’t know you really felt that way.”

“I don’t expect you to feel the same. I just wanted you to know. And I thought maybe, maybe we could try something. I could take you out? See how you feel about that?”

You don’t know what switch inside you went off, but the thought of a date with Jungwon, after today’s events, doesn’t seem so bad.

“I’d actually like that. I’d like that a lot.”

He perks up and it’s oh so cute.

You finally find the courage to sit next to him on the bed, brushing your hand against his.

He looks into your eyes, for any signs of discomfort.

When he doesn’t find any, he leans in, pressing a delicate kiss against your lips.

It only lasts a few seconds, but it’s breathtaking nonetheless.

“Jungwon?”

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me again.”

He does as he’s told, pressing his lips against yours harder this time.

You reciprocate the kiss, your arms wrapping around his shoulders, your hands finding the base of his neck and playing with the hair at the nape of it.

Your lips move in sync, creating more passion as it goes.

Jungwon moves, his hand that was resting on the bed comes forward to rest on your waist.

His tongue presses against your lips and you open your mouth, giving him access.

Your tongues move together, the kiss becoming more and more heated as time goes on.

Jungwon’s hand comes to rest on your arm, lightly pushing you down so you're resting on the bed, his frame coming to hover over you.

You separate, lightly gasping for air as you look into each other’s eyes.

“Tell me you want this as much as I do,” Jungwon says, practically pleading.

“I want this, Jungwon. I want you.”

Jungwon dives back in, trailing kisses down the front of your neck, to the exposed part of your chest.

His fingers find the hem of your shirt, “Can I take this off?”

“Please.”

He pulls it up, over your head.

His large hands find your breasts immediately.

His fingers tug and twist your nipples, making your back arch up off the bed.

He leans down, taking your left nipple into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around it as you moan in pleasure.

“Fuck Jungwon, that feels…” you trail off, not able to finish your sentence as he switches to the other nipple.

He trails kisses down your stomach, until he reaches the waistband of your shorts.

“Wait,” you say, and Jungwon stops immediately.

“What is it? Are you uncomfortable?”

“No, no. I just… I wanna take care of you first.”

“Y/N you don’t have to—”

“But I want to. Although, I’ve never done this before, so you’ll have to guide me.”

“You’re a virgin?”

You nod, taking your lip between your teeth.

“That’s okay, pretty, I’ll guide you.”

Jungwon gets up and takes his own shirt off, revealing what you saw earlier but weren’t paying attention to.

His broad shoulders, toned chest and lean torso.

You could drool, he’s so your type.

Your attention is taken by him shrugging his pants and boxers down.

You get down on the carpet in front of him, anticipating.

His cock is already hard. It stands at attention, long and girthy but not too much.

You have to admit, you’ve done some research online in anticipation of this moment. You just hope you don’t fuck it up.

You spit into your hand, lathering it on his cock, listening to him hiss as your cold hand meets the warmth of his skin.

The tip is blaring red, evident of how much he wants this.

You stroke him a few times, just to start.

Then, you slowly take him into your mouth, starting just with the head.

You suck on it, tasting the precum he’s been leaking.

Then you take more of him into your mouth, avoiding your teeth as much as you can.

“God, it seems like you already know what you’re doing, where’d that come from huh?” You know he’s teasing but you feel a responsibility to answer genuinely.

You pull off of him slowly, “I may have done some research about this kind of thing before.”

You smile up at him, watching as his mouth opens in slight shock.

“Ah, so my pretty girl isn’t as innocent as she looks?”

His hand comes up to grab the back of your head, not forcing you but simply as a guide.

You take him back into your mouth, holding what won’t fit in your mouth.

You begin to bob your head, stroking what doesn’t fit.

You think you’re doing a good job, if Jungwon’s moans mean anything.

“Just like that, pretty girl,” he says.

You use the hand that’s stroking him and twist it slightly as you go, creating a solid rhythm.

The sounds of you sucking his cock turn him on so much, he thinks he could cum from that alone, but that plus the pleasure he’s feeling being Jungwon closer to orgasm than he’d like to admit.

Within just a few minutes, he’s close.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, pretty. Where do you want it?”

You pull off slightly but keep the tip in your mouth, sucking on it, indicating you want him to cum in your mouth.

Jungwon thinks he’s a goner, as he cums in your mouth, painting your throat white while he moans loudly.

As he comes down from his high, panting softly, he helps you up from the floor, before turning you around and pushing you back against the bed.

“It’s my turn to please you.”

As you sit up against the pillows, his fingers find the waistband of your shorts, “Can I take these off?”

You nod, watching as his eyes come in contact with your bare pussy.

“No underwear? Naughty girl.”

You’re already soaking wet, your arousal painting your folds and making them glisten in the dim lighting of the room.

“Fuck, you look so pretty. Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, baby,” Jungwon says, taking a gentle finger and rubbing it against your folds.

You jerk at the contact, whining as his fingers slide through them.

“Are you gonna make me feel good, Wonnie?”

He groans at the cute nickname, “I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby.”

With that, he leans down, taking your clit directly into his mouth.

You gasp, arching off the bed as Jungwon sucks on it.

His fingers play with your folds as his tongue swirls around your clit, playing with it.

“Oh my god, Jungwon!”

Fingers soaked in your arousal, he slowly eases one finger inside you, being as gentle as he can.

You whimper at the intrusion. It doesn’t hurt but it’s uncomfortable.

“I know pretty, I know,” he comforts you, thumb rubbing your clit making you feel just as much pleasure.

He goes back to sucking on it, tongue gathering all your slick and swallowing it eagerly.

“You taste so good, I’ll get addicted.”

He slowly thrusts and curls that finger inside you, the uncomfortable feeling being replaced by pleasure.

Your moans fill the room, your hands coming up to grip Jungwon’s hair.

“That’s right baby, hold onto me,” he says, encouraging you.

As he sucks on your clit, he inserts another finger, curling them repeatedly, stretching you open.

Minutes pass and you can feel the band in your stomach tighten, “I’m gonna cum, Jungwon, fuck!”

“Cum for me, pretty,” he says, as you cum all over his tongue and fingers.

He takes it all in, swallowing your release and watching in amazement as it coats his fingers, more and more spilling out.

He leans forward, lips meeting yours as you taste yourself on him.

“You ready for my cock?” He asks and you nod, spreading your legs further.

He runs his cock up and down your pussy, coating it in your release, before slowly pushing inside you.

Your breathing gets slightly heavier at the feeling of fullness, but it’s a good feeling.

He pauses, giving you all the time you need to adjust.

After a minute, you tell him to move and he wastes no time in thrusting into you at a rhythmic pace.

Your mouth is permanently forced open at the feeling of his thrusts.

The power and precision is just right, making you feel like you’re floating.

“Fuck Jungwon, it feels so good,” you whine, hands gripping his biceps.

“That’s all I could ask for, pretty girl.”

You feel him so deep inside you, it’s mad. It feels so good, something you’ve never felt, nor do you want to feel this with anyone else.

“Fucking me so good, god I love it.”

“Yeah, you love this cock?”

“Fuck yes, I love it!”

His thumb comes to rest on your clit, rubbing deep circles on it, causing you to moan even louder, until you’re practically screaming his name.

“I’m gonna cum, fuck I’m gonna cum Jungwon please don’t stop!”

“Me too, fuck where do you want me to cum?”

“Inside please, I want it so badly.”

He groans into the side of your neck, leaving featherlight kisses against it.

His thrusts become erratic, hitting places so deep, you didn’t know they existed.

“Fuck, I’m cumming,” you whine, releasing all over Jungwon’s cock as he does the same inside you.

Both of you ride out your highs on his slowing thrusts, until he eventually comes to a stop.

As you look into each other's eyes, Jungwon can’t help but smile, “So, about that date.”

AEWON 2025

[lucygraysboy]

“i know you wouldn’t. pretty songbirds don’t tell no lies, not when it comes to serious matters. i was just messin’ with you,” he muses, nodding his head in acknowledgement. the smile on his face only continues to grow, slowly but surely overtaking his entire visage. “good, ‘cause i ain’t sharin’ ‘em with no one. my little cheese balls.” laughing as he teases the cute brunette, he reaches underwater and attempts to tickle her toes. cheeto feet. she doesn’t have smelly feet, obviously, but he can’t refrain from tormenting her from time to time. just how they did back when they were little. “sampling. yeah. right. even costco gives bigger samples, just sayin’,” he huffs, still trying to pretend he’s somewhat offended but failing to do so, grinning instead. 

he doesn’t enjoy having his past relationships thrown in his face, not even jokingly, because he’s deeply embarrassed by his behavior at the time. he regrets doing the things that he did, hurting her, trying to forget and replace her, using people. his heart has been faithful this whole time, though. he needs her to know that and so right as her arm curls around his shoulders, their faces pressed together, he hears himself whispering, “i’ve never loved anyone else. it’s always been you for me.” strong arms curling around her slender waist, eyes closing for a moment, basking in the feeling of being here with her… he could spend the rest of his life in this tub. he knows he’s hurt her terribly, and that to expect her to throw herself at him again instantly would be cruel. it tears him to pieces.

feeling her shift in his lap, he opens his eyes and loosens his grip on her. fingers absently dancing along her sides, stopping when they reach the fabric of her bikini top and heading back down to rest on her hips. “you’re worth the wait,” he insists, looking up at her with adoration, sensing the storm of emotions that’s brewing deep inside her and wishing there was a way for him to calm her nerves down once and for all. assure her that he’s changed. “i don’t care if it’s a week, a month, a year, ten years… i’m done playing games and pretending i can be happy with someone who isn’t you. i’ll be waiting for you. always.” maybe it’s easy for him to say now, but he genuinely can’t imagine moving on without her. “paused by you or paused by me?” he asks for clarification, lifting his hand up and touching her cheek. the same cheek that a while back bore evidence of billy taupe’s anger. it still makes his heart ache, how he wasn’t there for her. he leans in and kisses her beauty mark. “just come back to me, okay? we’ll figure it out.”

“you’re right, but i’d never trick you about this billy bonney,” left hand gently pats his cheek, rubbing with the back of her hand with her knuckles, “my cheeto feet only belong in your face.” lips twitch in amusement, unable to believe she’s willingly calling her own soap scented feet cheeto scented. other hand remains on his shoulder as she easily is tugged to sit on his lap, she perches happily here, legs draped over his lap. “sampling…that’s what we’re callin’ it now.” amusement softly lacing her voice, melting against his hand on her chin.

catching the way he suddenly won’t look at her after she mentions the others… she throws her left arm around his neck, leans into him and presses her cheek against his as she gives billy a side hug. gently nuzzling into his face. doesn’t want him to feel bad for it, even if she’s mad or jealous or still untrusting because of the past. that wasn’t her intention, it was supposed to come off playfully regardless, so this is in case she made him embarrassed. hopefully a small hug will do. when his puppy blues meet her fawn-brown hues again… her heart takes a leap and feels like someone’s got their hand around it, swelling and overtaken by the powerful grip of love but why is it so hard to just say she loves him? again.

“all right,” still smiling as the brunette sits back up straight, despite it slowly slipping off her face, the touch to her hair making her more emotional, “but what if waitin’ might take an awfully long time.” what happens if she doesn’t find the courage to say the three words again? even if it’s there, burning, ready to erupt from the surface. but fear… unable to trust… anchors her in place. thinking back to being brave last time, getting ahead of herself, it fell apart so quickly that it destroyed her in an even worse way. that’s enough to keep her scared and confused on what to trust. how to trust. at some points she always gets to thinking maybe she’s not meant to be tied down, because if it’s not billy, then it’s no one anyway. billy taupe and river have confirmed no one can fill the enormous space he takes up in her heart. but what if something is ready to tear her and billy apart again? the second she decides to fall into this head first? “i’m sure there’s a chance, but what if the membership starts and then it’s paused unexpectedly?” meaning, what happens if her fight or flight responses kick in if she were to jump into this and she takes off. thinking that’s what she might do, if her heart out talks her brain, she jumps too fast again and then things go sideways she’s capable of just taking flight before it hurts too much again.

[rafesangelita]

♡ teasing stepbro!rafe until he snaps

warnings: stepcest, mean!rafe, bimbo!reader, rafe being super jealous, slut shaming, rough handling, groping, choking, hair pulling, slapping, unprotected sex, rough sex, dumbification, squirting, degradation

a/n: i have a private community now! please send me an ask or comment if you’d like an invitation <3

wc: 1.5k

making rafe’s life a living hell came easy to you. not only had you managed to quickly climb your way up to the ‘socialite’ status of your fairly new kook lifestyle, but you also became quite popular.. especially amongst the guys. rafe’s buddies included. “bro, is that your sister over there?” rafe’s head was already shooting in your direction as soon as the word ‘sister’ left kelce’s lips. looking past the crowded living room, rafe spotted you straddling topper’s lap, your skirt riding so high up your thighs anyone and everyone could see the color of your underwear.

you were giggling, tossing your head back as the topper basically buried his face in your chest, his hands creeping up to grope the globes of your ass. rafe was livid at the sight. “she’s not my fuckin’ sister.” his fist clenched at his side as he downed the rest of his drink, his skin flushing as he continued watching you. nothing frustrated him more than seeing you all over someone else. it just wasn’t fair. everyone on this island except him could have you however they wanted and he despised you for it.

rafe was gonna leave you be and get after you once you two were back home, but then he saw you palm his best friend through his shorts, your eyes finding his own. you smiled innocently at him as if you weren’t moments away from making topper cum in his boxers. “fuck this..” he whispered under his breath, slamming his glass down before pushing his way through the sea of people separating you two. you yelped when you felt a fist wrap tightly in your hair, your heels clacking against the floor as you were yanked up by none other than rafe himself.

“what the fuck is your problem?!” topper shot up to his feet, immediately backing down once he saw the scowl on rafe’s face. “hey, man, we were just having a good time—” eyes flickering down to topper’s lap, rafe pulled your hair even tighter once he saw the bulge straining against his pants. “you stupid fucking bitch,” rafe said through gritted teeth, dragging you away outside, “you just can’t help yourself, huh? you wanna whore yourself out, ‘get me all heated and shit? is this what you fucking want?” you gasped when you felt him pin you against his truck.

“you don’t think i know what you’re doing?” rafe’s voice dropped as he leaned in, his lips right next to your ear. “you don’t think i see what games you’re playing?” he laughed, “all this acting out you do? the bratty behavior because you don’t get what you want, hm? you’re so easy, you run around here just letting everyone know they can get in your panties if they wanted to.” he shook his head, recalling all the times he’s had to endure hearing all the guys rave about you. “yeah, everyone except you.” you shot back, a shiver running down your spine as rafe pulled away to look at you.

you saw the exact moment his eyes grew dark, his hand moving from your hair to your neck before he moved you around and shoved you inside the passenger’s seat. unluckily for you, tanneyhill was only a few minutes away but it still gave rafe enough time to finally snap and tell you everything he’s been holding back. “since the day you moved in with your mom you’ve been a fucking headache,” he cursed, his knuckled turning white with how tight his grip on the steering wheel was, “you whine until you get what you want, and everyone just gives in to you every single time. it’s pathetic.”

you rubbed the sore spot on your head, your eyes watery as rafe went on with his rant. “my dad thinks you’re some kind of princess, sarah and wheezie just love you.. if only they knew what you really were.. if only they saw what i see all the time.” he laughed bitterly, the speedometer picking up as he rushed to get both of you home. “sitting in all of my friends laps, disappearing somewhere with some asshole and coming back with your top and your hair all fucked up. walking around with no care in the world because everything is spoon fed to you, you’d be nothing without me, without my dad, without my family. remember that next time when you wanna be a slut and give topper a fuckin’ handjob in a room full of people.”

you could feel your chin begin to tremble, your hands moving on their own accord to pull down the hem of your skirt, your arms crossing over your chest as you started to feel exposed. “why do you care what i do? it’s not like you have some kind of squeaky clean reputation. i’ve heard all about you, you’re just as bad if not worse.” just then, rafe pulled into the driveway, wasting no time in walking around to your side and yanking you out. “you don’t know shit about me.” he spat, covering your mouth once you two were inside. “make a sound and i’ll tell ward and your precious mommy all about your fucked up little escapades, yeah?”

you huffed, tippy toeing up the stairs as rafe guided both of you to your room. as soon as the door shut, rafe locked the small latch on the knob before pushing you down on the frilly lace of your pillows. “wanna wear practically nothing when i’m around? talking back when my friends are over, doing everything that you do in hopes that i give you just the slightest amount of attention? is that it?” your eyes widened when rafe pulled his shirt over his head, his arms caging you in as he leaned down and slotted himself between your thighs. “tell me. you just need your step brother’s cock to make you behave?”

all it took was a single nod from you before rafe had you out of your clothes, his lips enveloping your own as a large hand moved aside the drenched, pink lace material of your panties, his middle finger alone encircling your clit with ease. a muffled moan sounded from you as rafe cursed under his breath. “you’re this wet from getting dragged out of a party by your hair and being called a whore?” he tsked, roughly cupping one of your tits with his free hand. “please.. ‘just want you to fuck me!” you whispered, your tone laced with desperation. rafe knew there was no coming back from this, but with the way you were looking at him right now, he didn’t care.

with your ankles now on top of his shoulders and his palm clamped over your mouth, you whimpered as he filled you up with every inch of his length, his forehead resting on yours as he kissed your cervix with each thrust. you were so slick with your arousal, rafe had no problem meeting your clit with his pubic bone as he slammed in and out of your glossy folds. he whispered filthy obscenities in your ears, every single word bringing you closer and closer to that sweet, sweet high. “just laying here and taking my cock like the pretty, stupid thing you are..”

rafe forced you to keep your eyes on him, a harsh smack to your cheek ringing out in the space of your room if you dared to look away. “you’re good for nothing but getting your brains fucked out,” he groaned, still holding your teary gaze, “i’m gonna fill up this pussy with so much cum, no one else is allowed to be in this but me. can you understand that, or are you too fucking dumb?” you shook your head, hiccuping once he removed his hand from your mouth. “no i understand,” you pathetically replied, your legs beginning to shake as the tension deep in your tummy threatened to burst, “i only want you to fuck me..” you mewled, your words making rafe shudder.

he pressed a searing kiss to your lips before halting his movements, taking the liberty to rub your clit until you screamed into one of your pillows. your legs fell from his shoulders, a stream of wetness soaking his lower half as he filled you to the brim with his seed. at this point rafe had to cover your mouth so you didn’t wake everyone up with your hysterics, his muscles constricting as his own orgasm hit him with an unforgiving force. you clenched around him, taking him for everything he had as he collapsed on top of you, his weight only making you feel more full than you already did.

rafe stayed nestled inside of you until he was dripping out, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck as you held him flushed against your chest. kissing each other sloppily, you felt yourself grow needy once again as rafe’s tongue slipped past your lips, his hips grinding into yours as he adjusted you two further up your bed. you were indeed a fucked out mess underneath him, your lashes dusting the tops of your cheeks as your eyes fluttered closed. “are you still mad at me?” your voice came out small, a pout gracing your features once rafe pulled out of you.

“not anymore, but don’t piss me off from here on out.”

[alanisstonedd]

mile high mackin'

NFL!ONY x black!reader

cw: MDNI smut with a very small side of plot, exhibitionism, fingering, cussing, p in v, cum eating, choking, dirtay talkin

an: i feel like this def deserves the sickening all nighter i pulled writing it. enjoy this meal baddies!!! kisses

.....yall join the mile high club with a QUICKNESS on a late night flight back home for the incoming season.....

like a thug - latto ft. lil durk

as your eyes threaten to close in the dim cabin of the red-eye, a deep, settled warmth washes over you. the soft hum of the plane, the plush first-class seat, the comforting scent of ony’s cologne still clinging to your skin—it all lulls you into a hazy state of contentment.

your mind drifts back to the last few days, the heat of the sun on your skin, the glimmer of crystal-clear water, the indulgent taste of tropical drinks melting on your tongue. and him. ony, with his hands all over you, fucking you senseless in your private villa, making sure you never went more than a few hours without feeling him stretch you out. the thought sends a dull throb between your thighs, a phantom ache that lingers even now, stuck on this plane, headed back to reality.

a small pout tugs at your lips. the reprieve is over. soon, he’ll be back in the throes of football season, grueling practices, late nights at the gym, traveling most of the time. but instead of dreading the time apart, a strange jittery anticipation buzzes in your veins. watching him in his element, seeing the way the world practically worships him—it does something to you. and god, the way he dotes on you after games, all sore and pent-up aggression, fucking you slow and deep, like he needs it just as much as the air in his lungs.

you shift slightly in your seat, the thought sending a slow heat curling through your belly. some movie ony picked plays on the screen in front of you, but you’re hardly paying attention. your body is still sensitive, still pliant from the days spent tangled in the soft villa sheets, and he knows it too. you feel the weight of his gaze before you even turn your head.

and when you do—when you see the way his heavy-lidded eyes drop to your lips, licking his own in anticipation. the way his thick fingers flex on his thigh like he’s fighting the urge to touch you—you already knowin'.

the movie was nothing but flickering light now, simply forgotten background noise to the real show he's putting on under the blanket. the dim cabin gave ony just enough cover to get reckless—his thick fingers dragging slow, torturous strokes up and down the wet patch soaking through your leggings, teasing, barely pressing where you needed him.

"ony, i swear-" you shift in your seat, thighs threatening to clamp shut, but his other hand rests heavy on your knee, keeping you wide open for him. "uh-uh," he murmurs, voice thick with amusement, lips ghosting over the curve of your jaw. "be good, baby. let me feel you."

"ony- wait-" your breath shudders out of you as he finally slips lower, slipping past the waistband of your leggings, fingertips grazing your clit. the first real touch is so light, so taunting, it makes you jump, your nails digging into his thigh.

"mmm, she hot," ony groans under his breath, his lips brushing against your ear, his voice a low, knowing whisper. "so wet fa me already. i was already knowin' baby."

you bite your lip so hard you swear you taste blood, but it’s useless—the second he slides two thick fingers into you, stretching you open under the blanket, your body reacts. your hips jolt forward, seeking more, your hand blindly finding him, and fuck, he’s throbbing, thick and heavy under his sweats.

"shit, ma," he breathes, gritting his teeth when you squeeze him through the fabric, his fingers inside you curling deep in retaliation. his mouth drops to your throat, mouthing at your pulse, sucking just hard enough to leave the faintest mark. "you feel that? how hard you got me?"

his hips rocked into your palm, pressing into your touch while his fingers fucked you open, his palm pressing against your clit just enough to make your hips twitch, chasing the high sitting right on the edge.

your nails dig into his leg as he works his fingers inside you with purpose, slow but deep, dragging along every nerve, every soft, soaked spot. the slick filthy sound of it is barely muffled under the hum of the plane, and when he presses his thumb to your clit, rubs it slow, firm—

your whole body tenses. fuckkkkk — you can feel it, the heat coiling, the pressure building, your stomach tightening as you chase it—

and then he’s gone.

his fingers slip out with a wet, obscene sound, leaving you aching, throbbing, clenching around nothing. a whimper catches in your throat, your eyes snapping to his, dark and hungry, his chest rising heavy with restraint.

he takes those same fingers, slick and shiny from you, and sucks them into his mouth. his tongue drags between them, slow, messy slurps and sucks, his eyes fluttering shut like he’s losing himself in your taste. his eyes roll back, body relaxing into the seat, thighs parting in a deep manspread to give you more space to work at him over his clothes.

a deep, wrecked groan rumbles from his chest as he pulls them out with a pop, thumb swiping across his lower lip like he’s trying to savor every drop. like he could get drunk off you.

he leaned in, lips brushing your ear, voice so deep and wrecked it made your stomach tighten. "bathroom." your thighs squeezed together, still throbbing, still aching for more as your hand kept stroking him under the blanket.

it’s not a request. it’s a command. low. gravelly.

you think you see his tongue darting out to catch the last of you on his lips as you scramble out of your seat, your body shaking as you bolt for the vacant bathroom.

you don’t breathe until you make it safely, letting out a ragged breath as soon as the cramped bathroom door shuts. you face the mirror, very clearly reflecting your wrecked state—face flushed, lips swollen, pupils blown, darkened patch between your thighs.

you’re sure anyone who saw you would immediately know that you were getting wrecked in that seat. before you could pep-talk some sense into yourself, the door swings open and ony quickly slips in behind you, locking it without a second thought.

"nah, you lookin’ too good," he rumbles, lips dragging along your neck, his breath hot and heavy against your skin. his hungry, hooded eyes lock on yours in the mirror, a slow smirk tugging at his lips as he watches you watch him.

his massive frame dwarfs yours, and you feel him everywhere—his chest pressing to your back, his hands already claiming your hips, his print throbbing against your ass. "should’ve known you was tryna set me up," he mutters, hands greedy as they explore, squeezing your thighs, palming your already ruined core. your head tips back onto his broad shoulder, a soft, shaky groan slipping past your lips.

"you're crazy as fuck for this. we could get banned, ony—"

he chuckles, low and wicked, dragging his teeth over the shell of your ear before grinding into you harder, making you gasp. "mmhm… but... look at you, baby." his fingers dig into your flesh, hips rolling against you, rocking you back against his aching cock, grinding hard, letting you feel every inch of what’s waiting for you. "soakin’ through these lil’ leggings. you ain’t think this through, huh? lettin’ me rub on you like that, knowin’ damn well what im on?"

his huge palm splays over your belly, pressing you back into his heat, the other snaking under your top, gripping, kneading—pulling your tits free like he owns them. the contrast of the cold air on your heated skin makes you whimper, but his hands? pure fire. "mmhm, there we go," he rasps against you, rolling your stiff nipples between his fingers. "know you love when i touch you like this."

"we gon need a jet if this is finna be a thing—fuck, ony—" your words dissolve into a choked moan as his fingers dip, press, circle your throbbing clit just right.

"baby," he soothes, voice molten, all gravel and heat as he slowly tugs your leggings down. "relax. imma make my woman feel good wherever i see fit."

his lips trail fire down your shoulder, broad hands spreading you open before he pulls you flush against his clothed length. "mmmm.. shit…" ony licks his lips, his massive frame pressing you into the counter. his tongue flicks over his lips as he smacks your ass, the sound obscene in the tiny space. "imma tear this lil’ pussy up."

"ony—" you hiss, whipping your head to shush him, but the second you part your lips, his thick mushroom tip is already breaching your clenching entrance, stretching you wide.

"fuck, mama—" his voice shudders, thick fingers digging into your hips as he bullies his way inside, your dripping heat pulling him deeper with every slow, deliberate roll of his hips. "so fuckin’ tight… gon make me lose my damn mind."

your hands scramble for purchase, one finding the nape of his neck, the other bracing against his thick thigh. the stretch, the ache, the way his cock pulses inside you—it’s too much, but entirely not enough.

"ohhh—fuck—"

ony growls, low and dangerous, a hand snaking up to grip your throat, pulling your back against his chest, free hand palming your bouncing tits "mhm. look at you now." his voice is taunting, dripping with hunger as his other hand gathers your hair, yanking your head to the side so his lips can graze your ear. "whinin’ for me like you wasn’t talkin’ shit just a second ago." he rasps, licking along your pulse, watching you come apart for him in the mirror.

his hips snap, punching his cock deeper, and you choke on your own breath, nails biting into his skin.

"you gon’ be quiet, or imma have to make you?" his lips brush your earlobe, hot breath fanning over your fevered skin. he smirks against your jaw when you start fucking yourself back on him without even thinking. you try to nod, but you’re too gone, your body already begging for more.

"yeah, that’s what i thought." he grins, tongue licking into your open mouth as he pulls you deeper onto him, making your eyes roll back. "i better not hear a peep ma."

he pops the "p" before he slams into you, the pace brutal from the jump—thick cock stretching you to capacity, his heavy balls smacking your swollen clit with every filthy thrust, strong features furrowed in concentration.

your knees threaten to buckle, your grip on the sink useless against the force of his thrusts.

ony must sense it because a thick arm wraps around your waist, hauling you back against him as his hand slides from your throat to your mouth.

"keep it quiet, bae" he grits out, his fingers dipping into your open mouth, pressing down on your tongue. you moan around them, eyes rolling back as his pace turns brutal, his hips punching into you like he’s got something to prove.

the clap, clap, clap of your ass against his rock-solid abs is obscene, but your whines around his fingers continue to grow louder by the second, loud enough that ony growls, hand clamping over your mouth. "shhh, baby… i thought you was scared? huh? you want them knowin’ how deep i am?"

"m' sorry baby" you whimper into his palm, thighs trembling, pleasure crashing over you in waves.

"that’s right," he coaxes, relentless, ruthless. "gon’ cum f’me? give me that pretty pussy? his voice is deep, rough, damn near feral in your ear.

hes merciless, dragging that fat cock against every aching, pulsing part of you, splitting you open like he owns you. the obscene squelch of your soaked cunt clings to the small space, mixing with his ragged breathing and the heavy slap of skin-on-skin. His grip on your waist is bruising, fingers digging so deep you’ll feel him there tomorrow. Maybe longer.

"yeahh- gimme allat."

"fuckkk—i’m gonna—"

"mmm, cum, mama," he orders, pulling his hand from your mouth to shove three fingers through the creamy ring of slick coating his base. he licks them clean, groaning, before he shoves them between your panting lips.

"you like how that taste?" his eyes are wild, obsessed, watching as you suck his fingers like you’re starving, moaning around them as he pounds into you unforgivingly. he's dragging that fat cock against every aching, pulsing part of you with precision, splitting you open like he owns you. the obscene squelch of your soaked cunt clings to the small space, mixing with his ragged breathing and the heavy slap of skin-on-skin. his grip on your waist is bruising, fingers digging so deep you’ll feel him there tomorrow. maybe longer.

the heat crawling up your spine reaches a boiling point, your pussy clamping down so tight that ony grunts, biting into your shoulder, chasing his own violent release.

a hand slides up to your throat, squeezing, forcing your back to arch, forcing your fucked-out gaze to meet his in the mirror.

"look at you, ma. drenched. this shit all mine, huh?” he smacks your swollen clit, and your whole body jerks, a desperate whimper spilling past your lips. “tell me. say it, baby.”

your tongue is thick, your brain scrambled, but you manage to moan out a slurred, “all yours, baby. all yours—fuck!”

“that’s my girl,” he grunts, his fingers slipping lower, pressing against your stomach, feeling himself deep inside you. “shit—feel that? feel me right there, baby? you tryna squeeze me out, huh? nah, take it. take this dick, fuck—”

white-hot pleasure crashes over you, your walls clamping down as ony lets out a deep, wrecked groan, hips stuttering as he fills you to the brim.

you feel every inch of him, stuffing his cum deep inside you - his hips stuttering, curses muffled into your damp skin as he shudders, still grinding deep to make sure every drop stays where it belongs.

"fuck… baby…" his hands are possessive, roaming your spent body as he tenderly kisses the side of your face, both of you still trembling.

you watch him smirk down at where you two meet, pulling out slowwwww, watching the mess drip down your thighs. "yeah… we gon’ need that jet asap."

you chuckle as he cleans you both up, spinning to face him once you both are decent, "damn right. better get on that big daddy." you quip with a slap to his chest, as you head back to your seat, his smirk never leaving you through the steamed bathroom mirror.

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[lvnleah]

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Thank you for replying. I have no problem if you don't write my request, just reading some Kyra fic got me thinking about a request like a platonic lionesses one.

May i request arsenal/lionesses x teen reader who is already playing for arsenal team and is in her first season and she is a clown , someone who can barely sit still for a moment and is a huge pest to every player except to kim and Wally because they cook for her and keep her alive. She also stays with leah and is the one who causes Leah's headache along with Kyra and the arsenal youngsters. Her first season with Arsenal has been phenomenal and Sarina noticed and the reader gets called up for her first senior team. Hearting the news reader is so happy while leah and the other english players groan Good naturedly because they now have to deal with their annoying adopted sister not only in the club but also in the lionesses camp. And the other lionesses and Sarina gets a first look of what the reader is going to be when she literally cartwheels to her introduction on the first day of the camp. Just wanted a fluffy fic.

Thank you and have a nice day

chaos on camp | leah williamson.

You had known for a while that your first season at Arsenal was going well. Scoring goals, setting up assists, making life miserable for your teammates, just the usual. But when you got the England senior team call-up, you were gone.

You screamed so loud that the entire training ground probably heard it. Then, instead of celebrating like a normal person, you sprinted around the changing room. 

Leah groaned, dragging a hand down her face. “Brilliant. Bloody brilliant. Now we have to deal with you in camp too?”

You barely heard her over your own excitement. “Leah, I get to annoy you everywhere now! Sarina called me up to the England camp!”

“Fantastic,” Alessia muttered, shooting Beth a look. Beth just sighed, already regretting every decision that had led to this moment.

Lia and Kim, however, had the opposite reaction.

“Good,” Lia said, looking way too relieved.

Kim just smiled, hands on her hips. “Now we don’t have to babysit you anymore.”

You gasped dramatically. “You love babysitting me!”

Lia gave you a look. “You set off the fire alarm trying to make toast last week.”

“…Fair point.”

Still, nothing could kill your mood. You had been called up to the England squad. 

“Kid, look, if you’re going to the England camp, there’s gonna be rules,” Leah told you that evening as you drove home from training. “I’m proud of you but you need to be serious.”

You turned to her, eyes wide with mock innocence. “I am always serious.”

Leah shot you a flat look. “You did a backflip off the sofa yesterday.”

“To test my agility!”

“You landed on your face.”

“…A minor setback.”

Leah groaned, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter. “This is what I mean. You can’t just be an agent of chaos at camp. Sarina doesn’t play games.”

You hummed, only half-listening. You were already imagining all the ways you could make everyone suffer like Keira, Ella, Georgia, and Millie. Oh, this was going to be fun.

Leah sighed, recognizing the look on your face. “You’re not listening, are you?”

“Not even a little bit.”

Leah muttered something under her breath, something that sounded suspiciously like why me? But you chose to ignore it. You were far too busy buzzing with excitement.

“Just—please, please don’t embarrass me,” Leah pleaded as she pulled into the driveway.

You gasped, hand over your heart. “Leah, I would never.”

She gave you a long, unimpressed stare. “I have footage of you chasing a pigeon around London Colney last week.”

“It looked lost!”

“It was not lost.”

“Well, we’ll never know now.”

Leah sighed, rubbing her temples. “I’m going to need Sarina’s support at this rate.”

You grinned, unbothered by Leah’s clear despair. “Oh, come on, I’ll be fine. It’s not like I’m going to set anything on fire.”

Leah just gave you a look, stepping out of the car. “That’s not as reassuring as you think it is.”

You followed her inside, still buzzing with energy. The England call-up wasn’t just a dream come true, it was an opportunity. A chance to prove yourself, to play with some of the best in the world, and, most importantly, to annoy an entirely new group of people.

Leah flopped onto the couch, clearly exhausted from dealing with you. “Look, just try to take it seriously. At least pretend to behave. You don’t want Sarina sending you home after one session.”

You scoffed, dramatically throwing yourself onto the couch beside her. “Oh please. She’s going to love me.”

Leah snorted. “You are severely overestimating your charm.”

“Or you’re underestimating it.”

Before Leah could reply, your phone buzzed. You glanced down and immediately let out a delighted cackle. A new message had popped up in the group chat Keira had added you too, filled with some of the England girls.

Keira: Just heard the news. Can’t believe we have to deal with you now.

Georgia: England training is about to be a circus.

Grace: I’m actually so excited about this.

Millie: If you do anything dumb, I’m throwing you in an ice bath.

You: Wow, the warm welcome. I feel so loved.

You grinned, already imagining the chaos you were going to bring. You turned to Leah, eyes gleaming with mischief. “This is going to be so much fun.”

Leah groaned, pulling a pillow over her face. “I already regret everything.”

The taxi ride to St. George’s Park was eventful, to say the least.

Leah had spent the entire journey alternating between sighing dramatically and making pointed comments about maturity and professionalism, none of which you listened to. Lotte had her headphones in, pretending she didn’t know any of you, and Beth and Alessia kept glancing at each other like they were regretting their life choices.

You, on the other hand, had been bouncing in your seat since you left London, too hyped to sit still. “Do you think they’ll have snacks when we get there? What are the beds like? Does Sarina have a secret fun side? Do you think I can nutmeg Keira before she even says hello?”

Leah groaned. “Can you breathe for five seconds?”

You inhaled deeply, then exhaled. “Done. Anyway, do you think I can convince Sarina to let me have my own room? I snore.”

Beth snorted. “You’re not getting your own room.”

The taxi finally pulled up to the training ground, and before the driver had even properly stopped, you were already unbuckling your seatbelt. 

“We’re here!” you announced, shoving the door open and practically launching yourself onto the pavement.

Leah rubbed her temples. “Please let her trip,” she muttered under her breath.

You didn’t trip, but you did nearly run straight into Georgia, who had appeared out of nowhere with a mischievous grin.

“Did you piss Leah off?” Georgia said, clapping you on the shoulder. “We’ve all been mentally preparing for your arrival.”

You smirked. “Are you ready for me?”

Georgia tilted her head. “No.”

Before you could respond, Keira appeared, arms crossed. “Look, as long as you don’t annoy me and just annoy Leah then you’ll be fine, kid.”

You grinned. “I give it two hours before she’s killing me.”

Keira narrowed her eyes. “One.”

Leah sighed, handing her bags to the staff. “I need a strong drink.”

Lotte yawned as she pulled her suitcase out of the taxi. “You need a break.”

Beth patted Leah’s back in fake sympathy. “She’s your problem now, not ours, mate.”

You turned back to Keira and Georgia, bouncing on the balls of your feet. “Okay, what’s first? Do we have a meeting? Training? Am I allowed to throw a nutmeg challenge down immediately, or do I have to wait?”

Keira just walked away.

Georgia cackled. “Oh, this is going to be great.”

You had every intention of being serious during your first England training session. You really did.

But then Grace challenged you to a race during the warm-up, and you, being the mature, responsible adult that you were, decided to cartwheel halfway through it instead of running properly.

“FOR GOD’S SAKE,” Leah groaned, hands on her hips as she watched you tumble across the grass.

Grace, doubled over laughing, barely managed to jog the rest of the way. “Oh my God…did you just—”

Sarina’s sharp whistle cut through the air, and everyone instantly straightened up. You popped up from your final cartwheel with a grin, fully expecting some amusement.

You were wrong. So wrong. 

Sarina stared at you, unimpressed. “Is this gymnastics?”

You hesitated. “…No?”

“Then why are you cartwheeling?”

You blinked. “To test my agility?”

Leah, from somewhere behind you, groaned into her hands.

Sarina just gave you a long, slow nod, the kind that made you feel like a child being scolded by a teacher. “Try that again, and you’ll be running laps for the next hour.”

You nodded quickly, resisting the urge to salute. “Understood.”

As Sarina turned away, Grace elbowed you. “You’re on thin ice already.”

You shrugged, completely unbothered. “Eh, I like a challenge.”

Keira sighed. “You are the challenge.”

Beth jogged past, shaking her head. “I give it a day before Sarina bans you from doing anything unsupervised.”

Leah groaned even louder. “I hate that I have to deal with you at club and country.”

[alpali]

pt 2 of oikawa being a dork in love

After your small declaration of a truce. Oikawa acts like he’s won nationals.

You’re still mean to him. Which confuses him to no end but you enjoy it. You’re not hateful like before it’s just teasing.

“So does this mean I can finally take you on a date?”

“Absolutely not.”

“But why!”

It’s routine that you guys eat lunch together at the same spot you made up.

“Ooo your food looks good lemme try it.”

Swat!

“Hey!” He clutches his hand with a pout and you purse your lips.

“Don’t touch.”

“I need this hand to play you know!”

“I barely even touched you.”

“Kiss it.” He grins.

“Ew no!”

He’s wounded.

Oikawa helps you out with your studies that you’re struggling with. Often hosting study dates, as he loves to call them.

“I’m tired.” You groan out, sprawling your arms across the table, your cheek squished against the table.

Oikawa smiles, moving a stray piece of your hair behind your ear.

“We can take a little break.” He doesn’t miss the way your cheeks redden.

His routine still hasn’t changed. He still visits you before class but now he always brings your favorite drink with him.

“Here ya go pretty girl.” He places the can on your desk, ruffling your hair.

“My hair!” You narrow your eyes.

“Sh, it’s okay you’re still beautiful, look.”

He has a habit of taking pictures of you. Not in a creepy way, they’re mostly off guard so he can get back at you with your teasing. But also just because you really are beautiful. He knows he’s made it when he finds photos that you took of yourself and even of him when he’s left his phone unattended. Sending them to you and saying.

“You got my bad side :,(. Do better next time.” 

It takes him awhile to convince you to actually come to his games.

“Come on please! Prelims are coming up. I need you there.”

“I don’t think I could enjoy it with all your girls there.”

“Is someone jealous~”

“Oh please. As if all your attention isn’t focused on me anyways.”

“That’s my girl.” A dumb smirk lacing his features.

However he isn’t aware when you actually do decide to show up. Iwaizumi is actually the first to notice and honestly he’s not really excited for the Oikawa he’s about to put up with. Yet he tells him nevertheless.

With a nudge Iwaizumi is gesturing to the stands and Oikawa looks up, his water bottle gripped in his hand. You sit there and the both of you lock eyes. He visibly lights up and blinks, not believing his eyes. You honestly weren’t expecting to have that much of an impact on him but you can tell just how much it really does mean to him.

“She came!” Oikawa gushes, smiling up at you as you send him a small smile.

Iwaizumi is a little surprised at just how much Oikawa adores you. Guess he lost that bet with Shigeru. He’s attacking more during this game which confuses his teammates a little but they take the set and secure the win with ease. Once he finds you in the hallway, he’s jogging up to you.

“You actually came.” He says out of amusement.

“Just thought I’d check it out.”

“So how was it, seeing me in my natural habitat.”

“Pretty impressive, sadly.”

“Hey! All of those points were for you!” He sulks and you giggle.

Oikawa flushes, a genuine smile on his face. Out of pure adrenaline and love he has for you he kisses your head, pulling you straight into his sturdy chest.

“Thank you. Really.” He whispers, holding you a little tighter. You flush in his arms, gripping the ends of his jersey.

After that, he’s more persistent than before. He starts asking to hangout whenever he has any kind of free time. He just wants to be in your presence.

He’s over the moon when you agree to play volleyball with him. He’s teaching you how to set and when your form is wonky. He comes up behind you, placing his hands over yours he adjusts them.

“Then you just wanna let the ball touch your hands.”

When you actually get a decent set in, he cheers.

“I think I just fell in love with you all over again.”

“Be quiet.”

“Never! My perfect little setter.”

After a couple months you finally agree to let him take you on a date and he’s spoiling the hell out of you. He insists the two of you get matching keychains.

When he’s walking you home he’s so corny it makes you wanna laugh. The way he subtly tries to grab your hand. He opts to holding your pinkie instead. However this act has him STRESSING. You reach your doorstep and it’s obvious he doesn’t want you to go.

“Thanks for tonight…Toru.”

He’s deceased.

“T-Toru?!”

“Don’t make it weird!” You both are flustered now.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” You mutter but right before he steps away you plant a kiss on his cheek.

Hitting the nail on his coffin.

In a flash you’re gone, in the comfort of your house as he stands there recollecting what the hell just happened. His fingers slowly gracing his cheek as his whole world was just altered. He fist bumps the air, even skipping as he makes his way home.

“So are we gonna talk about yesterday?”

“no.”

“Will I be receiving more of those?”

“Depends, will you ask me out?”

“I think I’m gonna cry.”

“Never mind.”

“No wait! Come back!”

[workingonasongbird]

I'm in mixed minds about this because on the one hand, SOTR does give what we know about Annie's Games the potential to be another rebellion attempt, but on the other hand, some of the information doesn't really add up.

The key things we supposedly know about Annie's Games are that the dam broke after an earthquake, flooding the arena and allowing Annie to survive as the strongest swimmer, and that Annie had some kind of complete mental breakdown after watching her district partner be beheaded.

If Annie's Games had happened a longer time ago so that Katniss and Peeta would have had to rely on the edited recap tapes to know what happened, I would be more inclined to believe that the 70th Hunger Games might have been more than what the trilogy suggest them to be. But as the 70th Hunger Games were quite recent and clearly not very popular as Annie kind of faded into the background, the information we do have on them is more likely to be what Katniss and Peeta remember from watching the Games streamed live.

Peeta is the one to give us all the information on Annie's Games in Catching Fire. At the time, Katniss was preoccupied with trying to feed her family after the death of her father. But Peeta was likely paying quite a bit of attention that year because the 70th Hunger Games was the year Katniss and Peeta turned 12 and became eligible for the reaping for the first time themselves. Even if Peeta wasn't in the Games that year himself, we know from his note taking in Catching Fire, his interviews, and the way he acted in the 74th Games that Peeta really pays attention. He knows how to play the Games and how to play them well, so I wouldn't be surprised if he spent a lot of time studying them from a young age.

(This turned out to be a longer post than I expected. A lot more under the cut. SOTR spoilers included.)

But let's say for argument's sake that Peeta didn't remember the details of the 70th Hunger Games. Finnick definitely would, and do you not think that if the love of Finnick's life had previously been involved in a rebel plot he might have mentioned it at some point? It makes sense he would keep quiet in Catching Fire, but in Mockingjay when the Capitol aren't watching and all he can think about is Annie, Annie, Annie, I find it hard to believe that he wouldn't mention it.

Then there's what we are actually told about Annie herself in terms of the rebellion:

“Oh. Good. Because I worry about that with Annie. That she’ll say something that could be construed as traitorous without knowing it,” says Finnick.

“Well, they didn’t arrest her because they thought she’d be a wealth of rebel information,” he says. “They know I’d never have risked telling her anything like that. For her own protection.”

These quotes don't exactly scream that Annie herself was ever an active rebel before widespread uprisings broke out in Panem. If she was, Finnick would know about it, especially because she relies on him to help her differentiate between falsehoods and reality. If she was involved in a rebel plot in her arena and Finnick didn't know about it... that's a massive and potentially dangerous thing that she could easily get very confused about.

It's possible that if there was a rebel plot in the 70th Hunger Games, Annie wasn't the chosen tribute to carry it out, but I do think that is unlikely. Mags - a known rebel - was probably her mentor, so Annie would be an easier tribute to communicate plans with, and getting a tribute from another district to blow up a dam and cause a flood is going to take a lot of persuading because tributes from the other districts generally can't swim. Blowing up that dam on purpose for anyone not from 4 is effectively suicide, and I don't think every tribute is willing to be as self sacrificing as Haymitch and his allies in SOTR.

Which brings me on to the flaws in the dam being part of a rebel plot itself. Blowing something up in attempt to cause a flood is a tried, tested, and failed rebel idea that the Capitol are aware of. Even if the greater public aren't aware of what Haymitch did, Snow and the Gamemakers definitely are, and a lot more precautions would have been put in place over the years to make the arenas impossible to tamper with from the inside. Another flood seems like something the Capitol might catch on to pretty quickly, and if Annie started to act like she even had the idea to tamper with the arena, I think the Gamemakers might have taken her out pretty quickly.

The idea that the dam breaking has to because of some kind of rebel plot or outsider influence (like the theory that Finnick slept with a Gamemaker to convince them to break the dam to try to bring Annie home) is an interesting one, but it doesn't have to be the case. Gamemakers do make mistakes. We're told about whole arenas that were either flat out boring or great in theory and then poorly executed (like Wiress's Games). The earthquake breaking the dam could have been a miscalculation on the Gamemaker's part. Or it could have been intentional as a way to wrap up a Games that might have been going on too long.

As for Annie's mental illness: she witnessed a beheading. That's a super traumatic thing to go through, to which experiencing a psychotic break and long lasting severe mental illness as a result is a very realistic response. Not everything needs to be super significant to the rebellion effort for it to affect someone severely. Sometimes people are mentally ill because they are mentally ill rather than because the plot demands it, and that's okay.

"Oh, but Haymitch saw Wellie's decapitated body and he wasn't super traumatised by it!" shush. Haymitch is hardly a paragon of mental stability, and different traumas affect everyone differently.

I've seen some arguments that the recap of Annie's Games might have been edited to make her look like she was hiding for most of her Games to cover up that she was actually defying the Capitol (especially because that does make for a pretty dull recap, and the Capitol usually avoid dull Games at all costs). And while that is definitely possible, victors have won just by hiding before. (Exhibit A: Wiress).

But despite the slightly lengthy argument I've just made, Annie potentially being a rebel IS an interesting idea, and one that I will continue to think over until the day I die.

we know Lenore Dove didn't die of appendicitis, and Mags didn't have a stroke. Gale isn't Katniss's cousin, and Haymitch's house fire wasn't an accident.

so.

did Annie Cresta ACTUALLY "go crazy after she saw her district partner beheaded"? or was there something more? Suzanne get ur pen back out NOW

[esmeefreckles]

May i request a g!p aitana x reader

Where reader has been in life with aitana for a long time constantly flirted with aitana but aitana is oblivious and has not made a move on reader but reader gets g!p aitana's attention by whispering dirty things to aitana during a game it works cause they end up having very hot passionate sex at the end g!p aitana ask reader to be her girlfriend the next day they walk in to the training to teasing from mapi , alexia and patri

Ps reader is a striker for barca

Also hope this is ok I have a few positions that I'd like to have in the sex part of the fic

Reverse cowgirl

Doggystyle

Hope this is ok sorry I just thought I'd help by being a bit specific

Yours | Aitana Bonmati G!P x reader

+18 SMUT MINORS DNI

DOGGY STYLE. COWGIRL POSITION. BLOW JOBS. VAGINAL FINGERING. CUNNILINGUS. CREAMPIE. G!P.

A/N: A huge thank you to @softidiotsposts for being the beta reader and helping me so much with this fic.

You weren’t sure when exactly it had started. The lingering glances, the teasing remarks and the way your touches lasted a second too long. Maybe it had always been this way with Aitana but somewhere along the way, your harmless flirting had turned into something more.

And yet, Aitana never took the hint.

It had become a running joke within the team, how you shamelessly flirted with Aitana, and how she either ignored it or remained blissfully unaware. Patri once told you that Aitana was either the most oblivious person on earth or she was purposefully ignoring it. You didn’t know which one was worse.

But today, you were done waiting.

From the moment the whistle blew, you played with purpose. Not just to win the match, but for something else entirely. Every time you passed Aitana, you brushed against her just enough to make her notice. A hand on the small of her back, fingertips grazing her arm longer than necessary, subtle but deliberate.

Then you took it a step further.

“You look good today,” you murmured as you jogged past her after a quick combination play.

Aitana barely reacted, only raising a brow as she focused on the game.  Fine. You could push further.

The next time you were close, you leaned in. “Bet you’d look even better underneath me.”

That did it.

Aitana faltered for a second, her first touch off, and you smirked, “Focus, bonita.”

You could feel her eyes on you after that. Her gaze lingered a shift in the air between you both but Aitana was stubborn. If you knew her as well as you thought, she wasn’t going to let you win that easily.

And you were right.

The next time she passed by, she leaned in, her breath warm against your neck, “You talk a lot for someone who hasn’t done anything about it. Also, you will be the one getting under me.”

It was your turn to freeze.

Aitana smirked and darted away, back in position before you could retaliate.

A challenge.

The second you were both alone, everything snapped into place, like it was meant to be.

You barely had time to turn around before Aitana was on you, backing you into the nearest wall, her fingers gripping the front of your jersey. Your breath came out in a sharp exhale, but you didn’t move away. 

“Took you long enough,” you murmured, your voice lower than usual.

That was all Aitana needed.

Aitana’s lips crashed onto yours, not bothering with anything soft or slow. It was desperate, years of pent-up tension spilling over at once. You responded immediately, your hands tangling in Aitana’s jersey as you pulled you impossibly closer.

Aitana groaned against your mouth, pressing you further into the wall, her fingers sliding down to grip your waist. You gasped into the kiss, and Aitana took advantage, deepening it and biting at your bottom lip just to hear the soft sound you made in response to her actions.

You weren't passive, though. You tugged at Aitana’s jersey, nails scratching lightly against her skin, making Aitana shiver. Then, in a move Aitana wasn't expecting, you flipped her, pressing her back against the wall instead.

Aitana’s breath hitched as you leaned in, your lips just barely brushing hers.

“What was it you said earlier?” you teased, “Something about having me underneath you?”

Aitana let out a low laugh, fingers gripping the back of your neck as she pulled you closer. 

“Don’t worry, bonita,” Aitana whispered, lips brushing against your ear. “I’ll make good on that promise.”

And with that, she flipped the control back, pressing you into the wall once again, this time with no intention of stopping but reality hit quicker than you’d like it to. You both weren’t exactly in the best place for what you had in mind.

Breathless, Aitana pulled back slightly, searching your eyes, “Come home with me,” she murmured, her thumb brushing against your swollen lips.

You didn’t hesitate, “Drive fast.”

You both barely made it out of the facility without losing control again. The walk to Aitana’s car was filled with stolen touches and hurried kisses and Aitana briefly pushing you against the vehicle just for one more taste. Your hands were all over each other, bodies pressed together as if you couldn’t stand the space between.

Aitana fumbled with the keys, cursing when she struggled to unlock the door and you only laughed, nipping at her jaw before slipping into the passenger seat.

The second Aitana got in and started the car, you leaned over, your hand sliding dangerously high up her thigh, sliding over her soft skin with eager touches.

 “Hope you can focus,” you mused, voice dripping with amusement.

Aitana shot you a glare whilst she shifted gears. 

“I’ll show you focus,” she muttered, gripping the wheel tighter as she sped off toward her place.

The moment the doors to the house were closed behind the two of you, Aitana was on you. Her lips, a hungry bloom of desire, crashed against yours with a ferocity that stole the breath from your lungs. Aitana’s hands, instinctively possessive, found their way to your ass, squeezing and kneading the firm flesh beneath the fabric of your pants. 

The kiss deepened, becoming desperate and clothes were shed with a frantic urgency, leaving you standing before Aitana in nothing but your panties. Aitana sprawled across the sofa and watched you with a predatory gleam in her eyes, her gaze tracing the curves of your body with an intensity that made you shiver.

 You took a slow, deliberate step towards Aitana, tilting your head with an air of innocent curiosity as you leaned in close, your breath ghosting over her ear. Practically the picture of sweet, unadulterated temptation as you crawled on your hands and knees towards her. 

"Mmmmm, I wonder what you've got hiding?" you purred, your fingers tracing the burgeoning bulge in Aitana's pants. Her breath hitched, a small, involuntary sound that fueled your desire.With a swift motion, you unzipped Aitana’s trousers and you grinned, your eyes darkened with lust, as you licked your lips, savoring the anticipation. 

You grasped her erection, teasing the sensitive tip with your tongue, circling it slowly, deliberately, before taking the entire length into your mouth. You bobbed your head, savoring the taste, sweet, intoxicating, a flavor that was uniquely Aitana. She moaned, her hands tangling in your hair, urging you on. Her body aching with need, her hips bucking instinctively into your mouth.

"Bonita... that feels... mmmm..." Aitana groaned, her voice thick with pleasure, her eyes half-lidded with desire.

You paused, pulling back just as Aitana was about to cum, leaving her breathless and wanting, body trembling with unfulfilled desire.

 "Not yet," you smirked, "I want you to come three times before I'm satisfied."

You crawl further up the sofa to present your ass to Aitana in a silent offering. Her eyes widened, and she couldn't resist stroking herself as her fingers tracing the curve of your hip, her touch sending shivers down your spine.

"I love that ass," Aitana breathed, her voice husky with desire as her gaze lingering on the curve of your spine.

"I want you to pound me really hard, please," you requested.

Aitana didn't hesitate. She plunged into you, filling you completely, stretching you to your limits with her cock. hot, throbbing presence inside you. A gasp escaped your lips, a mixture of pain and pleasure, and your moans echoed through the room.

"You're so fucking tight!" Aitana exclaimed through a moan, her hands gripping your hips hard. 

You were sure that there would be purple finger marks on you later. Not that you cared. 

"Aitana.. fuck," you moaned, arching your back as Aitana found your sweet spot with her  thrusts. Hitting that perfect, sensitive point that sends waves of pleasure through your body.

Aitana kept pounding into you with a relentless rhythm that you wanted, her thrusts deep and powerful. You moaned and screamed with pleasure, your body writhing beneath her and your cries echoing through the room. Aitana's hands slapped and squeezed your ass cheeks, driving you wild and pushing you ever so closer and closer to the edge every second that passed.

"Your ass is hot as hell. I don't want to ever stop!" Aitana groaned, her voice thick with lust.

"Keep fucking me until you can't anymore," you urged your voice a desperate plea.

Aitana increased her pace, pounding into you like a jackhammer, her thrusts becoming faster and harder even more desperate than before. You were both close to the edge, you could feel it. The tension coiling and snapping.

"S-shit! Bonita... I can't hold it much longer!" Aitana cried out, her voice strained with the effort, her body trembling with the force of her thrusts.

"Pull out and spread it all over my ass!" you instructed, your voice clear.

Aitana complied, pulling out just in time, her cock slick with your wetness. Aitana stroked herself rapidly, while you rubbed your clit, both of you reaching your peak nearly at the same time, filling the room with both your moans and cries.

"Oh! Fuck! Here it comes!" Aitana exploded, covering your ass and back with her cum, her seed a thick, sticky blanket. A mark of her possession over you. You came soon after that, your own orgasm, leaving you breathless and weak.

"Do you want more?" Aitana asked, her voice laced with a seductive purr, her eyes dark with desire, her gaze lingering on your flushed skin.

"Please, Aitana, more," you begged with a needy voice.

Aitana flopped onto her back. Then spread her legs, her body open and inviting, a silent offering for you to do as you please. 

WIth a smirk you sat on her lap and positioned her cock at your entrance, the anticipation building with each passing second. Then, with a shared hungry kiss, you slid down onto her. Taking her deeper than before, filling yourself with her cock. 

The pace was hard and fast, and you rubbed your clit furiously with loud moans, seeking that extra edge of pleasure to push yourself closer to the edge.

"Aitana I’m going to cum!" you cried, as you squirted over her cock, your fluids mingling with hers making a sticky mess all over the sofa and the two of you.

Aitana's thrusts became even more intense and then she pulled out before licking her lips.  Savoring the taste of your tongue on her own and you watched as her eyes darkened with hunger. 

"Why did you...." you started but Aitana cut you off, diving between your legs. Her tongue is hot against your clit, the wet touch sending jolts down your spine.

You screamed, your body arching, your hips bucking into her face and your cries echoing through the room.

"Aitana, fuck, that feels so fucking good!"

Aitana then added two fingers to the mix, pumping them in and out while her tongue worked its magic. She was teasing and tormenting you until you came undone, your fluids spraying across her face and mouth making her face a mess. 

After a little breather for the both of you to recover, Aitana smirked, "Ready?" 

Then she slide back inside you, her cock stretched you wide, filling you completely. You shifted, turning to straddle her, giving her your back.

You sat up, your spine straight and began to ride her, your movements fluid, graceful and you controlled the pace and the depth of each thrust. Letting you feel the slick heat of her cock sliding in and out of you. 

You leaned slightly forward, placing your hands on your own thighs for balance, feeling the rhythmic bounce. You ground your hips back onto her, feeling Aitana’s cock push deeper. Then you lift yourself up to feel the stretch and search for more friction. 

You could feel Aitana’s hands gripping your hips, guiding your movements. Her moans echoing through the room, filling it completely. Your movements are fluid, your hips rotating in wide as you lean back slightly, arching your back to feel the full stretch. Then leaning forward, grinding down on Aitana to feel the deep, satisfying pressure of her cock inside you with the addition of satisfying friction.  

“Please," Aitana whispered, her voice barely audible because your moans mixed with her own filled the room, “Look at me, so I can see your face when you cum."

You shifted and turned around on her cock to face Aitana. The scent of her sweet perfume and sweat filling your senses and with a slow movement looked Aitana straight into her eyes. The lust and pleasure apparent in your eyes as you hold her gaze.

"You're so fucking hot," Aitana groaned, her eyes locked on yours, her voice thick with lust.

You leaned down to kiss her deeply, your movements becoming more frantic. Even more desperate, more demanding, making it clear that you were both on the edge.

"I'm gonna cum!" Aitana cried out, her voice strained with the effort, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm.

With one final powerful thrust, Aitana came, filling you with her cum and pleasure washed over you both. You followed soon after, your own orgasm leaving you completely drained and breathless but utterly satisfied.

"Oh fuck. That's so hot!" Aitana smirked, watching as her cum dripped from your pussy, making an even bigger mess on the couch. 

After a little aftercare and make-out session, you both decided to clean up. The cool water was a welcome contrast to the heat of your bodies as you washed off the damages. Then, after a relaxing shower, you moved to bed to cuddle again, letting the silence be filled with unspoken words and lingering touches.

"You're pretty good," Aitana murmured, her voice soft and content, her fingers tracing patterns on your skin.

"You're not so bad yourself," you replied.

"Hey... so- umm..." Aitana began a nervous edge to her voice, her fingers hesitating on your skin and her gaze searching yours.

"What is it?" you asked, turning to face her, your eyes filled with warmth.

"Will you go out with me?" Aitana asked, her voice barely above a whisper. There was a clear vulnerability in her eyes.

 "I mean, you don't have to or anything- But I really like you… and I would like to have a chance to get to know you better. Unless you don't want to! That's totally cool too..." She rambled, a nervous energy filling the space between you before you cut her off with a soft kiss.

Pulling back, you smiled softly, "Aitana, please breathe," 

You chuckle softly, your fingers tracing the line of her jaw. "I like you too… and I would love to go out with you."

Aitana's face lit up, her eyes sparkling with joy, and she leaned in for another kiss. Somewhere along the way, the kiss deepened and became more passionate, more meaningful. You shifted closer, your bodies pressed together. The warmth of Aitana’s skin against your own comforting presence. 

Your fingers traced the lines of her body, exploring the curves and hollows,memorizing the feel of her beneath your touch While Aitana’s own fingers mirrored yours. Taking liberty in exploring your body and making her touches send shivers down your spine with soft smirks and smiles.

The weight of the world seemed to fade away in that moment, as if it had never existent. Leaving only the two of you, wrapped in the warmth of your bodies. As the night deepened, you drifted off to sleep, your bodies entwined, your breaths mingling, the scent of your shared passion lingering in the air. 

The city lights twinkled outside the window, casting a soft glow across the room, and illuminating the peaceful expressions on your faces as you slept intertwined together. You were safe, you were together and for a moment, nothing else mattered. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The crisp morning air nipped at your cheeks as you walked alongside Aitana, the familiar centre looming ahead. 

Training. 

Just another day, right? Except, it wasn't. 

Not with the way Aitana's hand occasionally grazed yours. Not with the quiet shared smiles that she’d shoot you and that you’d reciprocate. It felt like walking on a tightrope, exhilarating and terrifying all at once.

"Ready?" you whispered, squeezing Aitana’s hand gently.

Aitana gave a nervous laugh, "As ready as I'll ever be. They're going to have a field day."

And she was right.

The moment you crossed the doors of the training grounds, Mapi's voice rang out, amplified by the echoing space. Making cut through the quiet of the morning,

"Buenos días, lovebirds!".

Alexia was leaning against a goal post, smirking with a knowing expression,

"So, should we start placing bets on how long it took for Aitana to finally catch on? Or was it a blindside attack?"

Patri draped an arm around Aitana's shoulders, a mischievous glint in her eyes, "Or better yet, how many times did she have to explain to Aitana that she liked her too. I'm picturing a dramatic, knee-on-the-ground, floral-bouquet-in-hand situation."

Aitana groaned, burying her face in her hands, "Please, just… stop."

You chuckled, wrapping an arm around Aitana's waist and pulling her closer to your side,

"Jealous, are we? I'd say the begging was mutual, but who cares?"

Patri gasped, feigning offense, "Por favor, as if any of us could handle Aitana's newfound confidence. She used to blush if someone looked at her funny!"

Mapi grinned then wiggled her eyebrows suggestively at the two of you,

 "You both do look… very well-rested. Did someone get a good night's sleep?"

Aitana mumbled something unintelligible under her breath then her cheeks flushed crimson,

"Shut up, Mapi."

"Oh, come on, Aitana," Alexia said, pushing herself off the goal and walking over. 

"We're just happy for you two. Though, I did have my money on you making the first move."

"She was too busy pretending to be oblivious," you retorted, playfully nudging Aitana.

"Hey!" Aitana protested, swatting your arm, but a smile played on her lips, "I wasn't pretending!"

"Sure, you weren't," you teased, your heart swelling with affection, "You were just… strategically slow."

The banter continued as training did. The teasing lighthearted and warm as the laughter echoed around the training grounds, only one thought resonated clearly. Finally, Aitana was yours, and you were hers and everyone knew it.

[sugusatosluut]

The Nanny?

Synopsis: Mark finally meets the nanny that Debbie won’t stop talking about.

A/N: I want to preface this by saying thank you all for your kind reblogs and the likes! Makes me so happy that these silly little fics give you guys some joy. Requests are open 🩷🩶💙

Mark finally had some free time to spend with his mother Debbie. He waited at their favorite coffe spot for his mom to arrive with Oliver so they could spend some quality time together. His mother had been mentioning something about special sitters or a daycare for children of supers. Whatever she was talking about, Mark had no time to hear about it, but he had time today. He wanted to know about this society of babysitters his mom believed in. Would Oliver be safe? Would his mother be safe? All valid questions he should have asked upon hearing about this for months.

Debbie finally arrived, Mark watched as she parked, got out of the front seat and scrambled possibly for Oliver in the back seat. To Mark’s surprise, Debbie entered the shop without Oliver in hand and a smile on her face. The gift in her hands was fairly small. She handed the box off silently while still smiling at Mark. She gave Mark and peck on his head and sat down in front of him.

“Hi honey, how are you today?” Debbie asked refreshed.

“Good—listen mom, where’s Oliver?” He asked pretty bluntly.

“Mark, I’ve tried to tell you about this new nanny for months, you gotta keep up with your family and stop spending all that time in space and with Cecil.” She sighed.

“Sorry mom.. what nanny? Can you start from the top?” He asked.

Debbie explained to mark that she interviewed twenty seven babysitters. Each was unique but she could always tell when they were sent by Cecil, or if they weren’t as qualified. Just when she’d given up hope, you walked in. The last interview of the day made her fear for her expectations, until you mentioned that you have a younger sibling who’s always been a super. You offered full time care, housekeeping duties, teaching Oliver and even offered overnight care if Debbie or Mark needed a break or couldn’t make it home. You ended up being the perfect pick. For months, you’d been staying at the Grayson’s caring for Oliver, cleaning and sleeping in Nolan’s old office which was made into a guest bedroom for you. You were practically Debbie’s saving grace.

Upon hearing how you basically saved his mother, Mark was a little skeptical about if you were really working for Cecil or if this was all just a lie. You were usually quiet so Mark would never know you were in his home. This was a but much for Mark to take in, especially because before coming to earth, Mark was Oliver’s sole caretaker. Who could do it better than him?

After lunch Debbie and Mark made it home. You were in the living room playing a memory game with Oliver when they walked into the living room. Mark was expecting Oliver to run to him, calling him “bra-bra” but instead, Oliver stayed focused on the memory game and you, the nanny, who sat taking turns with him matching cards.

“Good afternoon Debbie, Mark. Oliver’s been acing this memory game, you’ve got a Einstein.” You chuckled.

“Thank you y/n.” Debbie hugged you before setting her bags down.

“I’m grilling steak and making pasta tonight for dinner, so you can relax. Mark will you be staying for dinner?” You asked.

“Yeah, sure why not.”

Mark was in shock of how beautiful and kind you were. He was expecting some experienced lady well beyond her years but you? You’re the last thing he would have ever guessed. This didn’t change anything though. He needed to investigate further.

You grilled dinner for the Graysons. The table was set, Oliver’s high chair was prepared and the house was spotless. Mark still felt off. Maybe he was gaslighting himself to protect his family and himself? The fact of the matter is you’re too nice and he doesn’t know you that well. Everyone sat at the table as you buckled Oliver into his seat.you gave Oliver some steak, some applesauce and little cubes of cheese. The baby was growing fast, he was always wanting new things.

“Uhh- y/n, Oliver’s a baby, he can’t have steak.” Mark said.

“Oliver’s grown a lot the past few months Mark, he loves solid foods. Especially chewey foods.” You chuckled. Debbie chuckled handing Oliver a small piece of steak that you cut for him.

“Yummy!” Oliver exclaimed.

“It’s so great to finally meet you Mark. Your mom always tells me how busy you are, how were your last few fights?” You asked.

“Great, it’s hard to be in two places at once though. I wanna care for my family but the world needs protection too.” He said.

“I get that completely, you’re doing a great job. Oliver is so lucky to have you as his brother!” You smiled.

“So, you know Cecil Stedman?” He asked.

“I do. But I don’t work for him. I only know him because my younger brother works for him. Cecil’s not exactly my favorite person and I don’t quite like him that much either. That man is known for crossing boundaries and finding loopholes.” You scoffed.

Mark couldn’t disagree with you there.

“Seriously! The man is just so invasive. You ask him to leave you alone and then suddenly your whole family is getting spied on. This is the man that wants respect and for people to work with him?” Debbie laughed.

Mark hadn’t seen his mom laugh in forever, and it was great to see her finally relax and be happy. After dinner, you and Mark cleaned up the kitchen together. Debbie settled Oliver down for bed and went to go to bed herself. It was nice to be around this family compared to your own. You really never got to see them anymore. Your brother was off fighting some threat in another country while your parents tried to hold you to his standards and use you as the free help if they ever needed him taken care of. It’s probably why you’re so good at your job. You were so deep into your thoughts that you were staring out the window. You didn’t even realize you and Mark had finished cleaning the entire kitchen.

“Hey.. you okay?” Mark asked standing next to you.

“Hm? —oh yeah, sorry. Just a lot going on in my brain. I love being here, Oliver is a wonderful kid and your mom is amazing. I just wish I had this with my family.” You smiled at him. It really was no big deal.

“I’m sorry.. and I want to apologize for being kind of an ass. I was wrong about you. I didn’t say anything to my mom about it and I shouldn’t have come off so strong but I like you. It’s hard for me to trust people especially after my dad. You’re good with Oliver and my mom… and you’re good with me too.” Mark smiled.

He looked at you for quite sometime. Mark had an idea but he would have to wait until Debbie and Oliver were asleep. The night was still young. You showered, changed and prepared your bed for a long night’s sleep until Mark knocked in your cracked door.

“Knock knock” he said smiling. Mark wasn’t in his pajamas, he was in his suit, holding a very much awake Oliver.

“Oh, hey!” You whispered.

“Little man was wide awake in his crib. He wanted to see you.” Mark smiled as he held Oliver.

Oliver cooed, you waited for Mark to give him to you, but it seemed as if he was conflicted. If Mark wanted to put his brother back to sleep, you wouldn’t dare rob him of this time.

“Mark if you have to go fight crime or save the world I’d be happy to let Oliver sleep in my room unless you want to put him to sleep first.” You smiled.

Mark gave you a look of worry. He smiled to Oliver and then to himself.

“Stay awake, I’ll be back.” He said.

It took him a little while, but Mark finally put Oliver to sleep after getting some pointers from you about what Oliver needs for him to get tired.

Mark approached your room again, seeing that you were just barely awake, eyes starting to close as you sat at the edge of your bed. Mark made his presence known before coming to sit next to you.

“Wanna go on a joyride?” He asked.

“Hm? Oh I dunno Mark what about Debbie and Oliver?” You asked.

“They’ll be fine, we’ll be back in an hour.” He smiled at you.

Mark picked you up, you both traveled for a taste of the world’s greatest ice cream. You both bonded and got to know eachother much better before stopping back at the house. You and Mark were in his bedroom watching tv and hanging out.

“I hope I was able to make you more comfortable here in our home y/n. Oliver’s lucky to have a nanny like you and I’m lucky to have someone who cares so much about my family and I. That’s all I’ve been asking for and you do it perfectly.” He smiled at you.

You yawned, standing up and making your way towards Mark’s bedroom door.

“I’m here for you guys, I’m gonna go lay down. Thank you for tonight Mark, you’re too sweet and kind. I’ll see you in the morning.” You smiled at him.

Before leaving his room. Mark stood up and walked towards you. It compelled him, the way you were so kind and respectful. Internally he was conflicted, but externally he knew what he needed from you. So Mark stood close to you, holding your face in his hands and kissed you zealously. Your face was red from the contact. His lips were soft and warm, you wanted more but out of respect for Debbie and love for Oliver, this was your one freebie. Do not take advantage of this.

The next morning you and Mark awoke happily and eager to greet eachother in the morning. Debbie noticed the excitement and joined in hugging her son and you.

“Coke on mark we’re gonna be late to the mixer!” She said as she grabbed her keys and rushed to the car.

You said goodbye to Debbie and mark as you waved goodbye with Oliver’s hands. They took off and Debbie took this opportunity to tease him as they entered the car together.

“So… the Nanny?” Debbie chuckled.

“Ugh—mom!” Mark shouted.