#she's just so cool and pretty and she makes me really sweaty and I get all gross and flustered and I try to act cool

[mywritersmind]

THE MOST GORGEOUS - LN4

summary : Lando is convinced he’s found the love of his life during media day, embarrasses himself, and can’t stop flirting!!

listen up : flirty lando! pretend it rained in zandvoort🫨

word count : 616

“Carlos!” I hear the voice before I see him, and he definitely doesn’t see me because as he slides into the room he looks directly at his friend, “Carlos! Did you see that reporter!? Fucking hell, She’s the most gorgeous woman i’ve ever seen! And I saw her completely rage at-”

He spots me then.

I’m sitting in a corner, watching him talk about me. I have to say, My ego is extraordinarily boosted. His hands slap down to the side of his body, his eyes going wide.

I can’t help but laugh, “Hi.” I say, glancing at Carlos who’s already cracking up.

Lando puts his hand on the bridge of his bandaged nose, clearing his throat, he hesitantly looks back up at me, “Hello.”

“You know, I prayed for something comical to happen today! Thank you so much, mate!” Carlos slaps his friend on the back before making his way out, shaking his head at me, “See you!”

“Um…” Lando swallows, “Would you believe me if I said I wasn’t talking about you?” I’m normally not so self centered but I really believe he is talking about me.

“I saw you get escorted into the ‘no press’ area…” He nods, his lips in a thin line, “I was also the only woman in the media pen.”

“Right! Of course.” He leans his arm against a chair, using the other one to motion at me, “Well… Nice job yelling at Vowles.”

I smile and stand, pulling my skirt down a bit, “He deserved it.” I shrug and grab my purse and paddock pads.

“No doubt.” He watches me walk past, “Wait!” I turn and tilt my head, “Would you want to- get coffee?” he looks nervous.

“No… sorry.”

At this, he looks shocked at my blatant refusal, “Uh… That’s alright. Hey! I never got your name.”

I nod, “True.” I walk out and I hear him call after me.

“I’m Lando! By the way!”

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“Great race today, Lando.” I say into the microphone as the man stands in front of me. He’s sweaty and holding onto his water for dear life.

I’ve never seen his eyes so blue. Not that I’ve seen much of him in person… I’m new to the interviewer game, made my way up slowly, “Easy to do well when I know you’re watching.”

He just won Max’s home race and apparently winner Lando is a very flirty being. I raise a brow, “How will you be celebrating tonight? Big party?”

He runs his hand over his mouth, “Nah… looking to hang out with someone special.” Is he… asking me out? Now!?

I clear my throat, trying to stay professional, “Sounds Lovely.”

“Hopefully it will be! If she says yes.” He’s looking directly into my eyes, my cheeks feeling hot.

“Mmm who would say no to Lando Norris?”

He licks his lips, “I know one person.” I shake myself out of it, remembering the camera facing him and the mic in my hand.

“So! I’m assuming you're pleased with tyre management today? Pretty wet track, Is that harder or more fun?”

His mouth pulls into a slow smirk and I know i’m doomed, “Prefer it wet after a few boring races.” He shrugs and I roll my eyes because I know what he’ll say next, “Quite slick today but nothing i’m not used to.”

His media manager taps his shoulder, letting us know time is up, “Have a good day celebrating, Norris.”

“Appreciate it, Y/n.” He winks and turns around. I sigh and turn the other way, praying my cheeks will cool down.

He knows my name.

[aurorawritestoescape]

HEATWAVE || Joel Miller x f!reader || 2,5k

Summary: Joel helps you to cool down on a hot summer day. In his own way.

Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, pwp, horny!Joel, sweaty filthy sex, m!masturbation, unprotected piv, creampie, cum eating, fingering, praise kink, swearing, pet names (baby, sweetheart). Pics are for the mood only, reader has no specific physical descriptions.

A/n: I’ve been dying of heat all week but imagining Joel railing me slightly alleviated my hardship. Hot Joel kiss to @milla-frenchy for beta-ing😘 Dividers by @saradika-graphics 💕Hope you will enjoy this story. Love ya!❤��

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“Don’t, Joel.”

“What?”

“Don’t touch me, please. It’s too fucking hot.”

Joel sighs and falls back on the couch as you shift away from his feet, getting comfortable as far as possible from his heat radiating body.

“Fine. Jus’ wanted to make you feel good. You’ve been snappy all day.”

“Sorry. It’s all this damn heat! I’m dying without the AC!” You groan and shake the hem of your crop top, trying to cool off just a little. You’re wearing the tiniest shorts you could find but nothing really helps when you’re dealing with a Texas summer without any conditioning.

“It’ll be fixed tomorrow, baby, don’t worry.”

“I know but… ugh!”

You throw a glance at Joel who has the most sympathetic expression on his handsome face. You also can’t deny that he looks hot like this, completely naked except for his home shorts. His broad chest, rising and falling in steady rhythm, is glistening with sweat, his thick thighs are spread and his cock is slightly tenting his only garment. You’d eat him whole if not for the fucking heat!

Torturing you even more he gives you his bedroom eyes and you bite your lip, thinking how to fuck him without touching him. Suddenly your gaze lights up.

“Oh! I know what we need!”

He raises one brow in a silent question and you start hastily explaining, at the same time grabbing your phone off the coffee table and opening a browser,

“I’m gonna look for hot weather sex positions.”

Joel chuckles and you furrow your brows at the man.

“No, don’t laugh. They minimize skin contact and should be easy on the movements. I saw an article once.”

Your pussy aches more and more the longer you watch Joel splay on the couch and you need him to be on board with your idea but he doesn’t seem very enthusiastic.

“Not sure it’ll help much but…let’s try it,” he shrugs and you beam at him before typing away.

As always when you need it the most, the internet is slow and you shake your leg, already losing patience.

In your peripheral vision you notice Joel move and your eyes shift from your phone screen to him for just a second. You do a double take when you see him pull the waistband of his shorts down, freeing his semi hard cock, as his mischievous gaze is set on you.

"What are you doing?" you groan at the sight of his big hand, wrapping around his long juicy member.

"Jus' a lil' pre-game, baby. Go on with your research."

You watch him give his manhood a few languid pumps and your mouth waters when some wetness beads on the tip. A new surge of desire burns your core and your breathing fastens. A few seconds later you remember what you were doing and turn away from the hot sight so you could return to the task at hand.

You try to open the first link but it’s loading for eternity so you close it with a curse and press the second one.

Then soft grunts reach your ear and you see Joel pleasure himself in earnest, as his cock is drooling on his veiny hand.

“Hey, wait for me, would you?” You grumble, tapping the same link three times, as if it can make it open faster.

“I’m imagining your hand doing it, sweetheart,” Joel smirks with his eyes already hazy as his palm is sliding up and down his length, thumb brushing over the tip from time to time, “or your pretty mouth, licking my cock. Oh, I bet your pussy wants some of this. She doesn’t care about the heat.”

You know he’s teasing you so you’d hurry up but the solution of your problem is so close that you can’t just stop now. So you fix your shorts that are sticking to your already wet folds and avert your eyes from your tormentor.

“Fucking cookies,” you curse, getting hotter because of the sweltering weather and also after noticing Joel buck his hips to fuck his fist better.

Finally you find an illustration of an almost contactless sex position and tilt your head, trying to understand it.

“Where’s his..? Oh! But… Nah. I’d break your dick like that.”

“We don’t want that,” Joel chuckles, his voice strained with pleasure he’s giving himself.

You’ve never seen him jerk his cock for such a long time so your gaze involuntarily shifts away from your phone again and you shamelessly stare at his hand gliding up and down his stiffness.

“We miss you,” Joel taunts you, seeing desire paint your face, and shakes his cock from side to side, spilling precum everywhere.

“Joel..” You whine and using every ounce of your will you tear your eyes away from his body and return them to the screen.

“Ok, this one is more doable. But it’ll take me forever to come like that… Oh and this… this just defies gravity.”

Giggling at the picture, you show Joel the screen and he gives you a polite smile but his half-lidded eyes tell you that he’s already deep in the ocean of lust, close to reaching his high.

Your gaze slides down to his throbbing cock, his big hand jerking it and you give up. You throw your phone back on the table and with a quiet “Fuck it,” you decide to literally fuck it. Fuck Joel.

Your man’s eyes light up as he coos at you,

“Yeah, c’mere, baby. Come sit on your popsicle.”

You laugh, climbing up the couch over his huge body and straddling his thighs. His skin is unbearably hot but your need overshadows everything.

You take his cock in your sweaty hands and purr, wetting your lips, “popsicle? shall I lick it first then?”

“Usually I wouldn’t say ‘no’ to that, but…,” he says, taking in your body, wrapped in a tight crop top and little shorts. You hear him groan as you lean down to his leaking cock but then his hand on your cheek stops you, “but! I’ve been playing without you and … My cock’s ready for your sweet pussy, baby. Gimme.”

With that he shifts to the side and pulls you to lie down next to him on the couch. The warmed up surface and Joel’s huge body pressed close to you make you whine as another wave of heat hits you.

“Shh,” Joel shushes you and clumsily sits up, almost making you fall off the narrow seat.

He takes his shorts off and helps you discard your clothes as well.

“Fuck, look at you,” he mumbles, his hungry eyes travelling over your exposed body, “wanna lick you all over.”

You take a sharp breath, suffocating with lust, but then Joel does the unforgivable. He lays down on top of you, pushing your legs apart with his knee, and you’re about to cry at how hot the vast expanse of his sweaty skin makes you.

“Joel!” You cry out, trying to push him off, palms braced on his chest, but the next second his lips crash against yours and he’s giving you a heady kiss which quickly makes you forget all about the heat. You’re immediately enchanted by him, his taste, his desire for you. The kiss is sloppy and messy and you cool off a little whenever your wet lips part from each other, even only for a second.

Soon sweat coats your body and Joel’s cock pulsating against your belly turns you into a desperate puddle. To get some respite from the heat, you tilt your head down and blow on your chest.

“It won’t help,” Joel murmurs, “Maybe this will.”

He hunches over you, leans down and licks a long stripe from your breast over your neck and jaw and reaches your lips and kisses you again. You hum with pleasure, noting your salty taste on his tongue and enjoying the sensation of the cooling wet path on your skin.

You’re making out for a few more seconds but the ache between your thighs makes your wriggle under him and Joel hastily lifts his torso and hovers over you, his chest inches from yours as you breathe out after this tiny relief. You glance down and see his heavy cock rest on your mound, his balls pressed to your folds, some wetness smeared on your belly where he is leaking on you. The sight makes you whine his name and reach for his big member.

It’s hot, stiff and damp when you caress it gently with your fingers and Joel’s dark eyes lower to the place where you’re making him even harder if it’s even possible.

“Put it in, sweetheart. Want you on my cock already. You’re drippin’ all over me. My balls are fuckin’ drenched.”

His Texan drawl is even more apparent when he’s so turned on and you know it’s time for him to fuck you. But he teased you so much. Why can’t you?

You throw your legs apart wider, but pressing your hips deeper into the couch, pull away from Joel’s hot crotch. You feel the air slightly cooling your sopping pussy and it feels so amazingly good, that a gasp climbs up your throat.

“Where’re you goin’, naughty girl?” Joel groans and rolls his hips against your pussy, scorching you with his heated thighs, balls and cock, making you mewl. He overplays you, making your hungry hole clench around nothing, clit twitch and you immediately bring your hand down and push his pulsating hot length into your soaked entrance. Both of you moan loudly at the anticipated sensation.

Joel drops his body on you again, holding some of his weight as he braces his forearm on the couch.

You should be uncomfortable, annoyed, hot and miserable but all you feel is his cock spreading your insides, his balls rubbing against your ass. His scent, a mixture of sweat and musk with a slight trace of his favorite piney deodorant, envelops you completely. He invades all your senses at once and you let him, welcome it with your body and soul.

“Joel,” you whisper, choking on your feelings and hugging him even closer.

“I know, baby, I love you too,” he replies, covering your whimpering mouth with his and drinking your oh’s and ah’s.

Soon he’s rolling his hips, his thrusts languid and gentle, as you’re making out, glued together by desire and love. You become one as the heat, radiating from the two of you and the sweat on your skin are mixing together and your bodies slide against each other in this lustful dance.

His cock is massaging your walls, kissing your cervix with its fat head and you glide your hands over the expense of Joel’s dewy back, shoulders and arms before they sneak down and you grab handfuls of his ass. You start grinding your pussy against his pelvic bone and coarse hair.

Suddenly Joel lifts his torso and looks at you, blown out eyes darting between yours, his hips still moving.

“You’re drownin’ my cock, sweetheart. So fuckin’ wet. My perfect pussy. Wanna see?”

After hearing your sultry ‘yeah’, Joel brings his hand to your face, brushes your lower lip with his thumb and then his palm glides down your heated body. Your skin erupts in goosebumps from the gentle contact and you whimper when he runs his fingers over your slicked up folds, spread around his fat cock.

You lift your hips chasing his touch on your clit, and he grants your wish. His index and middle finger find your hardening bud and he swirls it for a few seconds, closely watching your reaction. Your lips part and eyes flutter shut, as his cock and fingers make your pussy purr. Joel’s manhood twitches deep inside you before he pauses his thrusts into your wet heat.

Suddenly he pulls his cock out entirely.

“Joel! No!”

He tsks at you for the impatience but then his girthy length gets replaced by three of his fingers and you gasp and then moan when he begins pushing them in and out of your messy cunt, curling them to press the pleasure spot inside your core.

Joel sees how close you’re by the way your eyes roll to the back of your head and your walls start squeezing his digits harder and harder. He places his thumb on your clit and pushes, sending a new wave of ecstasy to your brain and you cry out as your climax hits your sweaty body. The drops of your sweat slide down on the couch because of how hard you tremble under him and Joel watches the euphoria course through you with an adoring gaze.

“Yeah, jus’ like that. Good girl.”

When you still and open your spent eyes at him, his fingers curve inside you as he scoops your slick and cum and then pulls them out. He raises his hand and watches your creamy juices slide down his hand.

“Joel,” is all you manage to mewl, witnessing your liquid euphoria.

With his tongue peeking out, he brings his hand to your chest and paints your pebbled nipple with your wetness. Then he leans closer and blows on it and you moan at the temperature change.

“Yeah, you like it, huh? Dirty girl.”

As if confirming his words, your nipple hardens more and with a grunt Joel latches onto your breast and licks off the taste of your pussy. You whimper as another course of pleasure reignites your core.

Joel hums, enjoying the flavor of your skin, and the next moment his cock spears you in one go and he begins pounding into you, pulling his hips back fast and thrusting his throbbing manhood into your sopping pussy with hard and sharp strokes. His tongue continues dancing over your tits and you clench his curls with the last drops of strength you have in your spent body. After a few more thrusts, Joel parts from your puffy nipple and growls, still railing you.

“Fuck, baby— choke my cock again— C’mon, be a good girl—come again.”

He kisses you passionately while his hand slithers down between your bodies and he starts rubbing your clit, chanting, “One more, one more.”

In no time you’re squealing as your pussy is clamping around his cock and it sends him over the precipice. Joel breathes out a moan and his hips jerk again and again, sending rope after rope of his hot cum inside you. Your cunt keeps milking him of the last drop as he presses his sweaty forehead to yours, your eyes locked with his and full of gratitude, love and euphoria.

You’re descending from your highs together, limbs tangled and bodies flush against each other. To your surprise the sweat cooling your skin and his cum seeping out of your pussy send a shiver down your spine.

“I’m cold,” you mumble into the crook of his neck.

“Really? Maybe we don’t need AC at all? I can just fuck the heat out of you?”

“Yes, we do,” you disagree, giggling.

“But I loved helping you, baby. We should reschedule the repair for next week.”

You push him off you, burning the man with a fiery gaze, “Don’t you dare, Joel Miller.”

“I’m kiddin’, sweetheart,” Joel chuckles, hugging you tight and shutting your grunts up with a kiss. A second later you feel hot all over again.

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[thatonegayship]

I had to

Wait, does the cheating thing on the bond always works? bcs that would be kinda freaky for R!Dipper like imagine you get pinned down by someone in the corner of a br or smthng and then said person kissed you and proceeded to explode into red mist and you literally have no idea what happened.

Also, would the constellation mark be a "cursed" Mark over the years, like you would give birth to a baby and the doctor says "😟 I am so sorry ma'am,,, I'm afraid your baby has the Cipher Companion mark. ( could also be something equally as science-y like Ursa Major, Constellation Calamation, etc idk)" And you just burst into tears.

Would that mean that dipper would get into a special program(demon wrangling program or smthng, demonologist? Maybe)? Or would the parents hide it away hoping that Bill would never take their child away?

(Sorry this au is just very interesting to me,,,, I hope u get more motivation, keep writing author 💪)

These are all options! The fun part of reincarnation AU being left ambiguous is that technically any of them could happen.

[stevieschrodinger]

Part One Eleven

Steve watches as Eddie positions himself at the breakfast bar. He easily swings up the end of his tail, the final couple of feet laid out on the chopping board.

He slices a thick piece, turning it and cutting it into neat chunks. It looks like raw steak inside. He cuts a thicker slice, making more chunks, then he does it again.

Next to him, Robin picks up the chunks and slides them onto metal skewers, “thanks Eddie, these will go great on the grill.”

“Yeah, well, we need to get rid of it at some point, might as well use it up now-”

Steve wakes up choking. He doesn’t make a noise, or at least, he doesn’t think he has. He just lies there, heart beating frantically, eyes wet, telling himself again and again, just a dream, just a dream, just a dream.

Steve lies there, waiting for his heart to calm and his breathing to even out, the sweaty flush on his skin slowly cools. He really needs to go back to sleep, but he knows already that he probably won’t be able to settle.

He wants to talk to Eddie. Wants to see him. Doesn’t think he’ll be able to go back to sleep without reassuring himself that Eddie actually is okay which – okay, that’s a bit ridiculous, but he just...needs to. For his own sanity.

Steve blinks gritty eyes at the clock, nearly half three in the morning. His parents are down the hall in their room, and Eddie is at Hopper’s cabin, hopefully asleep on the couch, and there’s not much Steve can do about that.

He lies there, staring at the ceiling in the dark, willing himself to relax. The more he tries, the less likely it becomes, until it hits him; the walkie.

He rolls out of bed, and feeling a little bad for waking Eddie up, makes sure it’s on their channel and the volume is down low before holding down the trigger to speak, “Eddie?”

Nothing. Silence. God Steve is an absolute shit for doing this, and he hopes it’s not so loud that he wakes Hopper or El. He resolves to try one more, if this doesn’t work he will just have to make himself leave it alone and go back to bed, “Eddie?”

There’s a few seconds of silence this time, before a quiet crackle of static, “Stee?”

“Sorry to wake you up buddy, are you okay?”

“Eddidie fine. Pear and grape for din-ner. El Eddidie dance. Mus-ic. Movie on TV. Clean teeth. Couch sleep. Blanket. Stee good?”

“That’s...really good Buddy. Yeah, I’m fine, just had a bad dream,” Steve wants to ask about the dancing and the music and what the movie was and everything else Eddie has been up to today, but it’s the middle of the night, and it would be selfish to keep Eddie talking, “you should sleep.”

“Stee bad dream tell Eddidie? Dark TV tell?”

Steve thinks for a second, “I dreamed you got hurt. Eddie ow. Many ow, really bad. I was...scared.”

There’s a few seconds silence before Eddie replies, “Eddidie no ow.”

“No, I know buddy, but thank you for telling me, we should get some sleep. Night.”

“Stee perfect.”

“Yeah, love you too.”

Steve’s been lying in bed for a full minute before he realizes what he’s just said. It doesn’t really matter; Eddie doesn’t know what it means.

Stupid brunch. Stupid brunch that stopped Steve visiting Eddie before work. Stupid parents. Stupid Keith and his stupid duty rosta so stupid Robin is at stupid work and she couldn’t come to stupid brunch. His parents are so much nicer when she’s there; something to do with keeping up appearances in front of strangers or whatever, Steve knows why they do it. It’s not because they actually like Robin or anything. Steve's pretty sure his parents don;t actually like anyone, not even each other.

Steve sits in his car and sighs. Watches as the door cracks open and the light spills out. Eddie sitting there in his blue sweater. As Steve watches, he lifts his hand and gives a little wave. Steve shouldn’t be visiting this late really, but he couldn’t miss a day. It’s not fair on Eddie, for one thing, being left here like this, when he doesn’t really understand why.

Steve gets out of the car and jogs over to the house, Eddie letting him in. El’s not there, Steve figures she’s already in bed. Hopper’s putting dishes in the kitchen when Steve comes in, “sorry I’m so late Hop.”

Hopper shrugs, “doesn’t matter. I’m going to bed anyway, Eddie, get the lights and lock up before sleep, okay?”

Eddie nods, “make dark. Key lock make safe.”

“You got it. Night kids.”

“Night Hop.”

“Night Hopper.”

Steve throws himself down on the couch; today has just sucked all the way through, Eddie climbs up next to Steve, muttering, “Eddidie not kid,” under his breath.

Steve snorts a laugh, Eddie clearly does not want to be lumped into the same category as the, ‘mongrels,’ “if you’re not a kid, what are you?”

Eddie thinks for a second, the points past Steve, “book please,” Steve hands it over, leaning close to watch Eddie as he thumbs his way with fair accuracy to the page he wants; Steve really should get him some more books. He’s also got to thank El for working on Eddie’s manners.

It’s the frog page again.

Eddie points to the ‘froglet’, “Eddidie.”

“So...like a teenager?” Steve hazards vaguely. Steve figured Eddie is the same age as him, more or less, just because the human parts look the same and are roughly the same size; it’s not really anything to go on though. Steve points, “when do you grow into a frog?”

“Later.”

“What?”

Eddie nods, “later.”

“Eddie...are you going to get legs?” Steve has to be sure. Has to understand what Eddie is saying.

“Legs?”

Steve lifts his feet off the floor, waving his legs up and down a little, trying not to get too excited before he's sure, pointing, “legs.”

“Yes. Eddidie legs later.”

All of the worry Steve's been harboring about what to do with Eddie just...lifts. He knows Eddie couldn't live with him, hidden away, forever...but the thought of releasing Eddie somewhere. Leaving him alone, worrying about what would happen if people found him. Never seeing him again, all of it was tearing at Steve inside, a burden he didn't know how to answer, “Eddie! Why didn’t you tell me! This is awesome-”

“Legs bad.”

“What…why?”

Eddie closes the book, looking sad again, he takes Steve’s hand, “called?”

“That’s my hand buddy...and those parts are fingers,” Steve lets Eddie link their fingers together, the webbing preventing them locking together fully, “Eddie, why are legs bad?”

Eddie shuffles closer, turning his body into Steve’s, “called?” Eddie uses his free hand to point to Steve’s eyes.

“Eyes, buddy,” Eddie’s finger makes contact as he shifts in the seat to lean ever closer, tail pressed tight to Steve’s thigh, he traces Steve’s brow, “eye brows.” Eddie’s finger, his black, rounded claw traces along Steve’s nose, “nose.” Steve can’t move, doesn’t feel like he can breathe really as he waits for what comes next. Eddie’s fingertip traces Steve’s bottom lip, ever so gently he touches, leaving a tingling on Steve's skin, “lips. Lips and...mouth.”

Eddie nods, satisfied, taking his hand away, and Steve can finally take another breath, even with the distraction of Eddie's touch, he can’t avoid the sense of mounting horror, “Eddie, why are legs bad?”

Eddie has to drop Steve’s hand to bring both up to his face, he gets as far as pressing his palms to his cheeks before Steve grabs his wrists, dragging his hands away from his face, “no,” Steve says, horrified, “no, that’s not what happens. You’re wrong, that can’t be what happens.”

Eddie nods, sad but sure.

“No. Eddie no, that’s not- I won’t let you,” and Steve knows as he says it he has no fucking control over this whatsoever.

Eddie takes Steve hand again, pushes it against the back of his head. Steve’s fingers worm their way in, feeling that familiar starburst of ridges. They’re familiar as the rest of Eddie now, Steve’s been washing Eddie’s hair pretty much every other day for weeks and weeks now. Steve fingers find the place where they meet in the middle, right at the back of Eddie’s head, “mouth.”

Steve fights the instinct to pull his hand away in horror. He forces himself to keep it there; it won’t hurt him, Steve can feel the ridges of Eddie’s fucking skull, hard and unforgiving under his skin and hair. That can’t be right, it just doesn’t make any sense but...Steve can imagine it, the petals of a Demogorgon’s mouth unfolding.

“Stee?”

Steve’s voice breaks when he speaks, and he can feel the first tear break free, rolling down his cheek, “yeah buddy?”

“El tell Eddidie...Stee tell Eddidie I love you. El tell Eddidie love...Eddidie love Stee too. Stee perfect.”

“Oh buddy," Steve's voice cracks, "...yeah. Yeah, I love you too,” Eddie wipes away Steve’s tears with his knuckle, licking the water off his finger. Eddie half climbs and Steve half pulls Eddie into his lap. They hold each other tight, Eddie gently nuzzling his face back and forth against Steve's cheek, against his neck, breathing in Steve's hair and skin.

Steve does the same to Eddie, hands tight on Eddie's tail, on his back, in his hair, wherever he can reach to touch, committing Eddie to memory.

Steve doesn’t go home, he can’t. He just sleeps, fully clothed, on the couch, pulling Eddie down on top of him, and holding him close.

Steve and El sit on the stoop, all bundled up. Steve’s got a coffee and El’s got a hot chocolate. They watch as Eddie moves along the tree line; he’s collecting pine cones and burying them. Planting seeds. He uses his hard, blunt claws to dig; the earth is maybe a little harder because of the cold, but it doesn’t seem to bother or hinder Eddie at all.

It feels precious now, watching Eddie. It feels like the time he has with him is suddenly short; that he needs to make the most of every single second. Steve tries to absorb all of it, the way Eddie moves. The look on his face as he examines his finds, his fingers, the dark nails. The way the light is absorbed by the dark matte black of his tail. The way his hair gets blown around in the fresh breeze, shining a little in the light, thanks to Steve’s hair care regimen.

How he smiles at Steve when he catches him watching.

Steve tries not to think about last night; it’s too much to absorb. Too strange; surely Eddie cannot be right. But then Steve reminds himself of where Eddie came from, and the fact that the girl he’s sitting next too can move shit with her mind, and figures he has to adjust his expectations around what could be normal.

“He does this a lot,” El says.

“Huh, maybe he does this back home too; always wondered what he gets up to when I’m not there.”

“He does,” El says with certainty.

“Oh have you...have you looked. Inside his head?”

“Only a little. Just to check if he’s alright and...when he’s struggling to find the words.”

“Oh. Yeah. Is it...is it very different?”

“Yes.” El seems to think for a moment, “he thinks in...pictures. People think in words a lot. And he pretty much only thinks about now. People think about a lot of things at once, the past, the future. Eddie doesn’t do that, there’s mostly only now.”

“Huh...I guess that...makes sense.”

Eddie comes back to the foot of the steps, brushing loose things from the woods off the sweater of the day, “Hopper now,” he informs them.

“Oh yeah Buddy? Can you hear his car?” Steve touches his ear.

“Hopper car yes, Eddidie hear. Hopper inied work.”

Steve can’t help but smile, even though it feels like he wants so cry at the same time, “what is Hopper’s job, do you know?”

Eddie nods, “Hopper Hawkins Indiana safe.”

“Yeah buddy, that’s exactly right.”

Part Thirteen

[retroaria]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 boyfriend nagi.ᐟᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

⊹ ࣪ ˖ another set of bf headcanons finally !! ⊹ ࣪ ˖

warnings: this is post Blue Lock, not a high school!au

BLUE LOCK M.LIST | enjoy 🌵 - aria

pre-boyfriend!nagi who spends weeks, months even, questioning what exactly it is he feels for you because he just can’t wrap his head around it. doesn’t know why his heart throbs when you say his name, why his hands get sweaty when you sit close to him, why he feels the need to lie about certain things to make himself look better, why he feels the constant urge to just fall into your arms and lay there forever.

pre-boyfriend!nagi who goes to Reo for advice on the matter only to be called an idiot and have his own feelings explained to him at his big age

pre-boyfriend!nagi who now can associate those feelings with wanting a relationship with you, it’s all he thinks about. he yearns for you so bad. wants to have you in his arms, nap with you, teach you how to play games, let you cook for him (and feed him lol), introduce you to choki, show you all his cool soccer moves. it makes him really sad that he can’t just have you already, and it’s gonna be a hassle to ask you out.

pre-boyfriend!nagi who isn’t ready to ask you out but still wants to share his affections with you. He’s very touchy, always hugging you, leaning on your shoulder, brushing strands of hair out of your face so he can see your eyes. Asks you to hang out with him almost every day, even if he knows you’re gonna be busy, he still has to ask just in case you can.

pre-boyfriend!nagi who realizes that holding his feelings in is way more of a hassle than confessing so he does exactly that. He’s very straightforward about it. “Hey, I’ve liked you for a while now. Wanna go on a date?”. If you say yes he’d probably just kiss you on the spot. He hasn’t even taken you on the first date yet but in his head you guys are already dating.

pre-boyfriend!nagi who takes you to an arcade on the first date, beats you at every game, but then wins you a bunch of claw machine stuffies to make up for it.

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boyfriend!nagi who asks you to come live with him early on the relationship. He has such a straightforward mindset that he can’t wrap his head around how you guys are together but not “together”, as in together all the time (if that makes sense). He has to learn the concept of personal space in a relationship and eventually even after you guys start living together understands why he can’t cling to you every second of every day. He’ll still try sometimes and gets sad when you go off to do your own thing but gets over it once he’s preoccupied watching matches or playing games.

boyfriend!nagi who gets jealous very easily, but not in the stereotypical sense. He doesn’t get mad or aggressive when he’s jealous but he’s totally the type to deadpan you with “do you not love me anymore?” If he sees you giving anyone else more attention than him. This feeling he gets isn’t just towards guys or even people your age, it’s anyone. “Why were you talking to that old woman at the store for so long? I was right there.” “Nagi, she was ringing us up, she’s a cashier, it’s her job.” He actually has very little reaction to other guys flirting with you because he simply thinks that’s a stupid thing for them to do and is confident you’ll reject them.

boyfriend!nagi who lets you dress him up, style his hair, do his makeup for fun, would honestly let you give him a tattoo if you really wanted to. His mind doesn’t have negative preconceived notions about many things, and he thinks it’s adorable watching you have fun with him. Really likes when you do his hair just so he can feel your hands on his scalp. Same with doing his makeup, thinks both activities are relaxing and hassle free bonding moments for you two. All he has to do is sit there and look pretty.

boyfriend!nagi who mentions you unconsciously all the time. Along with football and video games, you’re a focal point of his life and you’ve become integrated in almost everything he does or thinks about. So much so that when responding to questions and such, he’ll say “we” more often than ”I”. “Nagi, did you get a chance to watch that match last week?” / “Yeah we watched it the other night.” / “There’s this new manga that just came out I think you’d be into it Nagi.” / “Oh alright, we’ll definitely check it out.”

boyfriend!nagi who drops the love bomb very early on because if he had feelings for you strong enough to even notice or care about, he’s confident it has to be love. He has different variations of “I love you”, the most commonly used ones are groggy and drawn out, “love youuuu~” or “Mhmm, love.” It’s a pet name and a confession all in one, verbal shortcuts make life easier (nagi logic 101). When he really wants you to hear it, he’ll say “I love you” in full but repeatedly. Either while he’s burying his face in the crook of your neck or following you around the house begging you to forgive him for sleeping all day instead of the chores you asked him to do.

boyfriend!nagi who wants to put more and more effort into himself and his lifestyle now that he has you. He wants to be the best he can be, give you everything you want and need, show his love for you in a million different ways. It’s so bad that he sometimes cries to himself thinking about all the ways he might mess up the relationship, he doesn’t know what he would do if you left him, he’d just feel so empty. :((

boyfriend!nagi who clings to you at every moment that he can, his heart stings at the feeling you leaving his grasp even if it’s just for a moment.

boyfriend!nagi who is absolutely whipped and unafraid to admit it. He’s so open and honest about his feelings with you because it’s a pain to not be able to tell you things. Is constantly reminding you how much he thinks about you and yearns for you. So much love with this boy <3

[saquesha13]

!!Tattoo artist Eddie!!

Steve never imagined himself as a tattoo kind of guy. But back in ‘85 after the mall fire, he ended up getting a small matching tattoo with Robin. Just a simple little ice cream cone on his inner wrist - Robin’s idea really. Something about almost burning to death together in a fire really seemed fitting for matching permeant ink on their skin.

It opened Steve’s eyes, changed his perspective, widened his horizons if you will on the whole idea of a tattoo.

Even just a dumb ass ice cream cone that bystanders see on his wrist, that they probably assume means jack shit but in reality it means the whole world to Steve - is pretty fucking cool.

So, Steve hears about this really talented tattoo artist in Chicago and knew he wanted this guy to do his next piece.

The shop is smaller than Steve expected, smack dead in the center of the city and Steve arrived 30 minuets early to his appointment because he was pretty damn nervous.

This tattoo is not as… innocent as his matching ice cream cone with Robbie’s. It isn’t as meaningful either…

Well, okay, it still has meaning, but only to Steve. He isn’t the kind of guy to get a tattoo just because. Tattoos are expensive first of all, and he doesn’t want his entire body covered in ink. That just isn’t his style. But a peek of a tattoo here and there? Yeah, that’s not bad, that what El would call bitchin’.

“Steve? Eddie is ready for you.” The petite blonde at the front desk smiled, her warm bubbly aurora feeling so oddly displaced in a shop like this, so far from what Steve was expecting.

“Ah, okay, thanks uh…”

“Chrissy.” She brushed her bangs out of her eyes before pushing back the black beaded curtain leading to the back room.

“Thank you, Chrissy.” Steve hoped this girl couldn’t see just now nervous he was as he ducked between the beads. He was just starting to let his eyes roam around the gothic decor of the room when the hottest fucking man Steve has ever seen walks in, taking thick chunky rings off his pale fingers and putting them in the pocket of his skin tight black jeans.

Once his rings are safely put away, he tugs the thick dark curls off of his shoulders and tied it up on his head in a knot, some strands poke out framing his face.

“Steve, right?” The sexy man speaks, apparently. His deep voice sounded like honey and pure bliss to Steve’s hears. A smile stretches across his lips making the dimples - of fucking course he has dimples - poke out on his cheeks. “I’m Eddie.”

Steve apparently broke at the sight of this man, because seriously who the hell does this guy think he is coming in looking like THAT?! His voice cracked when he tried to speak making his cheeks turn rosey shade of pink and he had to clear his throat before properly speaking.

“U-Uh, yeah, me is Steve. I-I mean, I am Steve.” He would smack his own forehead with his hand if Eddie wasn’t busy holding it, giving him a nice firm handshake. Steve’s face was burning.

Scratch smacking face, Steve wishes he could just bash his head in on the brick decorative wall in the corner. Put him out of his misery. He’s doing a mighty fine job at humiliating himself already.

“This your first time?” Eddie smirked, his voice somehow dropping lower than it was before.

“Huh?” Steve blinked, clearly confused, no lights on in his brain as his eyes darted between Eddie’s huge brown eyes to the tattoo peaking out under the v-neck of his black long sleeve shirt. God he wished he could see what that tattoo actually was, maybe lick it.

“Your first time getting a tattoo.” Eddie clarified, the smirk never leaving his face as he finally let go of Steve’s sweaty palm.

“Oh, no actually. I’ve had - “ Steve cleared his throat again, trying his dammed hardest to chill the fuck down. “Had got another tattoo before this one.”

“So, you’re not a virgin then?” Eddie winked as he slid on his rubber gloves, covering up the black inked tattoos on his broad hands that Steve suddenly wished he looked at before they were gone from his sight. Then he realized what Eddie just said and his head snapped up to the playful look on Eddie’s face.

Shit. Is Eddie actually flirting with him? Is this how Eddie speaks to all of his clients? Or has Steve finally lost his marbles?

“Nope, defiantly not a virgin.” Steve watched Eddie’s movements closely as he finalized setting up his supplies, grabbing the stencil of Steve’s tattoo. “Not a virgin with tattoos either.”

Eddie’s eyes snapped up to meet his own, something gleaming in his dark eyes that makes Steve’s levi’s suddenly feel a little too tight. The grin on Eddie’s face is down right sinful. “Well, Steve, as long as the sketch looks good to you and you are still good with the placement, we can get started.”

Steve leans over and looks down at Eddie’s sketch of what he had requested sitting in Eddie’s gloved hands. Just looking at the two words, at the way Eddie wrote the font knowing it was his work that will be forever on Steve’s body has Steve’s blush refusing to go away.

“Uh, cool. Okay. Yeah it looks good, really good.” Steve had to lean over Eddie’s shoulder to fully see the entire page, not that it was really necessary.

“Lay down on the bed, on your stomach.” Eddie gestured with his chin to the left, where the tattooing bed was. “Make sure you get those jeans off first,” Eddie huffed out a laugh as Steve was about to settle down on his belly, his face turning beat red in embarrassment feeling idiotic.

“You do want your ass tattooed still, right?” Eddie asked, his voice smug at the flustered look on Steve’s face.

“Well, yeah. Obviously. That is why I am here.” Steve scoffed, wondering why the hell he is blushing like a teenage girl in this sexy ass man’s presence. Usually Steve is the one making people blush, not the other way around.

“I don’t usually undress my clients… but I would for you.” Eddie nibbled on his bottom lip, making damn sure that Steve’s face stayed tomato red as Steve swore he saw Eddie look at him from head to toe.

He had to take a deep breath to get his damn body to cooperate downstairs before unbuttoning his jeans and tugging down his fly so he can scoot the denim and his grey briefs down over the curve of his ass leaving them just barley covering his junk in the front and staying on his legs.

He couldn’t bring himself to say anything as he climbed on the bed on his stomach, not trusting his voice whatsoever as his eyes said more than enough, keeping them planted on Eddie’s.

“This good?” He rested his chin on his hands, his entire bare ass out in the open, wondering why the hell Jonathan Byers failed to mention how damn hot his favorite tattoo artist was.

Eddie for once seemed a little lost for words. He doesn’t stay in the room when his clients undress, it’s unprofessional. He never ever offers to take their clothes off for them either. But for some reason his feet stopped working the second Steve’s fingers went to unbutton his jeans.

“Absolutely perfect, pretty boy.” Eddie damn near purred, wondering how he lucked out, to be the one to tattoo this angels ass. Getting fucking payed to touch his ass. To tattoo the words Bite Me on his juicy round cheeks.

It isn’t Eddie’s first rodeo tattooing someone’s butt cheeks. He’s done almost every body part at this point in his tattooing career. But fuck, no client has ever affected him, not like this.

“Skins sensitive here.” Eddie licked his lips as he stepped close to the bed, wishing he wasn’t wearing gloves so he could really feel Steve as he ran his fingers over the exposed skin before putting the shaving cream along his ass, shaving the light colored peach fuzz right off his literal peach. “Need numbing cream, sweetheart?”

“No. Don’t need numbing cream. Wanna feel it.” Steve hummed, looking over his shoulder at Eddie. Steve’s red face has faded to pink, finally calming down a bit trying to sit still so he isn’t wiggling his ass in Eddie’s face - not that he thinks Eddie would really mind too much if he did.

Eddie muttered something under his breath, his hands stilling over his ass from where he was wiping the shaving cream away with surprisingly soft hands.

It’s funny, Steve came in set on only getting one tattoo. But as he laid here on the bed, the tattoo gun buzzing as the needles push against his ass, all he can think about is coming back, getting more ink on his body, all over his tan skin as an excuse to come back and see Eddie.

To come back and get Eddie’s hands on him.

But when his appointment was over - much sooner than Steve would have liked - turns out he didn’t need to come back here.

Because Eddie invited him to go home with him.

[elliespassagerprincess]

Can we please get some milf Abby or Ellie the lesbians who like older women are in a drought

💘

Headcannons: milf!abby anderson x reader

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

☆ Milf Abby who was divorced and who had full custody of her 4-year-old daughter.

☆ Milf Abby who worked as a lawyer and got her daughter into the best schools.

☆ Milf Abby who went to a parent teacher meeting, to meet her daughters’ new teacher.

☆ Milf Abby who met you for the first time and thought you were the prettiest thing she’d ever seen.

☆ Milf Abby who stood behind everyone else because you made her shy.

☆ Milf Abby whose palms felt sweaty when you walked close to the direction where she was standing.

☆ Milf Abby whose heart rate increased when you asked the parents “any questions?” with a smile.

☆ Milf Abby who went home that night and stared at the ceiling because she just saw an angel.

☆ Milf Abby who asks her daughter about you the next morning.

“What’s she like?” Abby asked as she placed the plate of scrambled eggs in front of Aubrey.

“she’s nice” the little girl started. “she always likes my drawings, and she tells funny stories!”

A small smile appeared on Abby’s face.

Pretty and funny, huh?

“she’s pretty too” Aubrey said with her mouth full off eggs. Abby chuckled at that.

“Your right baby, she is”

☆ Milf Abby who almost shit herself when Aubrey told you that she finds you pretty.

“You did what?” Abby said frantically.

“I told my teacher that you said she was pretty”

Abby groaned, her large hand coming to rub her temples.

“Baby you aren’t supposed to tell that to people, it was a secret”

“Yeah, it was red ones”

“But Heathers dad brought her flowers, and that’s not a secret”

“what?”

“roses?”

“I think so” she spoke

☆ Milf Abby who gets jealous even though she barley knows anything about you.

☆ Milf Abby who watches Heathers dad bring you snacks almost daily when she picks up Aubrey.

☆ Milf Abby who wants to vomit every time you smile at him.

☆ Milf Abby who realizes she had to make a move.

☆ Milf Abby who was nervous because it’s been a while since she’s asked someone on a date.

☆ Milf Abby who writes you a letter and sends it with her daughter.

“My mommy sent you this” Aubrey ran to you with a white envelope. You thanked her, as you opened the letter, eyes widening at what it had to say:

“Hi, are you Tennessee because you’re the only ten I see.

I’m sorry I know that was inappropriate I didn’t know what to say.

Would you like to go on a date with me? I promise no cheesy pickup lines”

☆ Milf Abby who almost jumps out of her car when she sees you walking towards her.

☆ Milf Abby who rolls down the window and tries to act cool.

“Sup” she said, but soon cringed.

You giggled “I’d love to go on a date with you Miss Anderson”

“Call me Abby”

“Abby… I’d love to go out with you”

A grin spread onto the blondes face.

“Friday?”

“Friday”

☆ Milf Abby who fist bumps the air because she’s just that excited.

☆ Milf Abby who almost cancelled because she was so nervous.

☆ Milf Abby who asks her 4-year-old outfit advice.

“What about this?”

“No”

“Aubrey you can’t keep saying no”

“But I don’t like it”

☆ Milf Abby who kisses her daughter goodbye as she bought you a bigger bouquet of roses.

☆ Milf Abby who takes you to a fancy restaurant to impress you.

☆ Milf Abby who finds out you were 20 years younger than her.

Abby blinked a couple of times at the information.

“26?”

“yeah… do I not look my age you?” you asked with a raised eyebrow.

“You really don’t”

☆ Milf Abby who enjoys the date more than she intended to.

☆ Milf Abby who almost combusts when you gave her a kiss on the cheek.

☆ Milf Abby who goes home that night in denial that she liked someone so young.

Age is nothing but a number, but you were years younger. What were you doing with someone like her? Why her? Why not someone your age? What happens if Abby grows so old that you become bored?

☆ Milf Abby who ghosts you for 5 months.

☆ Milf Abby who avoids looking at you when she gets her daughter from school.

☆ Milf Abby who ignores your texts because she thought you deserve someone better.

☆ Milf Abby’s daughter who gave her an awaking.

“Can you stop crying at night mommy? It makes noise”

Abby looked up from the stove.

“you hear that?”

“Yes”

A few seconds of silence passed before Aubrey spoke again. “You made my teacher sad”

“she’s sad?”

“yes and she asked me about you”

“and what did you say?”

“Nothing, you said it was a secret” Abby groaned at Aubrey’s response

“you need to stop pushing people away because you’re insecure”

Abby looked at Aubrey with wide eyes.

She was right, because Abby was so insecure she’s losing a perfect girl because she was scared. How sure was she that you would leave her? How sure was she that you were only using her? Maybe you were the one.

“Where did you hear those words?”

“from grandpa” she said with a shoulder shrug.

“He said that to Nora”

Your back was facing the door as you were writing something on the board.

“of course he did”

☆ Milf Abby who goes to your classroom the next day with flowers.

“I’m sorry” she spoke. She watched you flinched as you turned around.

“what?”

“I’m sorry for just disappearing and not saying anything”

“ok” was all you said as you turned back around to continue writing.

Abby walked towards you with long strides.

“no- no don’t say ok please- give me a chance”

she watched you sigh as you turned around:

“look Miss Anderson-“

“Abby”

“Miss Anderson” you said through gritted teeth.

“It’s ok, this should have not happened”

“Don’t say that”

“Let’s move on, I’ll pretend this never happened” you said with a fake smile on your face.

“god you’re so-“  before Abby could even finish her sentence she grabbed your face, and caught your lips in a kiss.

☆ Milf Abby who was surprised when you kissed her back.

☆ Milf Abby who whimpered when you pulled away.

“What can I do to fix this?” she spoke as she held your face.

“take me out on a date again”

a smile spread on the blondes face: “yeah I’ll do that”

☆ Milf Abby who realizes you won’t make it easy for her.

☆ Milf Abby who was willing to work for this relationship because you were worth it.

[azzibuckets]

so excited for the first night fic you’re (hopefully🤞) cooking up

first night [pazzi]

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

a/n: it’s been so long…so here’s a very short fic to make up for lost time🥲

masterlist

Azzi had a crush.

Maybe it was the way Paige still brought her flowers every time she picked her up for a date. Maybe it was the way Paige acted as she waited for Azzi to finish getting ready, swallowing nervously and jiggling her knee as if it was their first date all over again. Maybe it was the way Paige’s eyes would light up each time Azzi finally came out of her room, bag in hand and makeup done, looking at her as if she wasn’t wearing an outfit she’d just had on last week but instead decked out in Louis Vuitton.

Or maybe it was the way she’d acted at Gampel hours earlier, making sure to brush shoulders with her every time they walked past each other, as if going 10 minutes without touching her was a travesty that couldn’t be committed. As Azzi shot, she could feel eyes burning into the back of her head, and when she turned around the first thing she saw was Paige smirking, her dark eyes fixed on the sheen of sweat on Azzi’s arms.

Maybe it was the way Azzi had stepped into Paige’s space as she got ready to shoot, the tension between them thick until Paige had grabbed her sides and playfully pushed her away. But her hands had lingered before they’d slid off her hips, causing Azzi’s skin to light up with some inexplicable heat.

It didn’t help that Paige had looked irresistible, her hair flawless and her eyes bright with joy. Azzi loved this Paige the most, when she was in her element, on the court and surrounded by her people.

But maybe she loves Paige a little bit more when it’s 2 AM, and they’re finally back in Azzi’s apartment, and Paige grabs her hips and pulls her in. “You looked pretty tonight,” Paige husks, her fingers toying with the end of Azzi’s jersey.

Azzi twirls a strand of soft blonde hair around her finger. She leans closer, allowing her mouth to brush just for a second against Paige’s lips before she quickly pulls back, eliciting a whine from the older girl. “You’re such a flirt,” she groans.

“I have a secret.” Azzi whispers.

“What?” Paige pushes herself closer to Azzi until their foreheads are touching, and they stay like that for a little bit, drinking each others presence.

“I might have a little crush on someone.”

Paige’s eyes flash with amusement, and the corner of her mouth turns up into a smile. “Am I beating someone up tonight?”

Azzi presses another soft kiss to Paige’s mouth. “I don’t think your noodle arms would do much, but…”

“Hey!” Paige says indignantly.

“Just kidding.” Azzi’s hand falls on Paige’s biceps, and she squeezes a little, feeling the smooth hardness under her fingers. Paige shivers a little.

“Back to this crush of yours.” Paige brushes her fingers against Azzi’s temple, pushing a curl of baby hair back in place.

“Sometimes she acts like a big baby,” Azzi says thoughtfully. “But it’s okay. I love everything about her. Even when she’s over competitive and screaming in my face when a freshman’s making 3s.” Her eyes narrow at this, and Paige drops her head bashfully.

“I don’t know, she sounds pretty cool,” Paige says. “Maybe you should finally let her take you to bed.”

“Maybe.” Azzi kisses Paige, long and slow, curling her hand around the back of her neck. When they break apart, Azzi wrinkles her nose. “You’re really sweaty.”

“What? That scrimmage was intense.”

Azzi rolls her eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Go take a shower.”

“Will you join me?” Paige asks hopefully.

Azzi slowly slides her jersey off. Paige’s eyes trail down to follow the movement of Azzi’s hands as they trail over her sports bra, fingers tracing the lines of her abs to her shorts.

“Nah,” Azzi says finally. “I think I’m good.” Then she’s gone, disappearing into her room.

Paige groans. Maybe she shouldn’t have yelled in Azzi’s face earlier.

[messylustt]

v.15.10.23 day eight: dry humping ( nsfw )

hobie brown brainrot

hobie is all sweaty as him and his band finish their performance. you had been in the crowd, smiling, clapping and nodding your head along to the music. girls beside you, all in clusters, were cheering while lowering their tops, some even with hand-made shirts that said ‘my boyfriends in a band’. quite a few of the girls had hobie’s face on it. you had learnt not to be jealous, knowing that they were just groupies, no matter how loud and provocative they could get. you focus on hobie, his ringed fingers tapping slightly at his guitar as he then scanned the crowd. stopping on you, he smiled, removing his guitar and jumping down from the stage. as he heads in your direction, you can hear a girl beside you say “i told you he’d notice me.” she brushes her hair behind her ear as she watches hobie near. you slightly shift your gaze to her, watching as she shimmied her tube top lower, waiting for hobie to arrive. that’s when you feel a hand grab your chin, turning your head back and towards your boyfriend, hobie. he doesn’t waste a second before kissing you, grinning against your mouth as he slips his hand into your hair, drawing you closer. hoots and hollar’s come from somewhere, while girls gasps and annoyed huffs come from right beside you. “hobie — ” you manage briefly against his mouth, but he just grabs your arm, not even noticing the other girls glances as he takes you back stage. he really doesn’t waste any time as he pulls you down onto his lap making a small squeak leave you. “hobie, what are you — ” he kisses you again, moving your legs to straddle him “move your hips” he mumbles against your mouth, his grip tight on them now. “i’m so fucking hard because of you, so move your hips.” at his tone you slowly begin to grind against him, his own hands guiding you as he nods, breathing heavier. “jus’ like that, luv” he kisses you again, as his own hips slightly lift up into you as you grind. his hands move under your shirt as he moves his lips to your neck, muttering about how you looked too pretty, and that next time you should wear a hood if you don’t want him to drag you back stage and make you ride him again. because the sight of you supporting his music always goes straight to his cock.

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[charliemwrites]

Part 10! of SpecGru reader. This is a little short, but I was so excited to post because NOVA.

Content: safe/sane/consensual sex - oral, female receiving

Nova is your partner for the day – running drills as guest instructors for recruits, working them so hard they don’t have enough air to make any stupid, sexist remarks. The two of you spend all day flirting like a new lovesick couple, your hand drifting low on her back while she teases you with double entendres. Press her up against the wall outside the dining hall after lunch, licking the taste of apple off her lips while she tangles clever fingers in your hair.

Don’t care about who might be watching, or who cares. Not like your captain does. The opposite really, as he sidles up behind you while you’re spotting Nova in the gym. He slaps your ass so hard it damn near echoes, smirking at your scandalized face while she quickly reracks so that she can laugh.

“How are my girls doin’ today?” he chuckles.

“Right as rain, cap,” Nova answers, beaming when he cups her cheek.

“Can’t be anything but good with our star girl around,” you reply, winking at her. Bark a laugh when she smacks you in the thigh.

“Yeah?” he asks, a note of sincerity in his voice now. “Those shitheads leavin’ you alone?”

You blink, realize that there has been a distinct lack of 141 overtures today. No wonder you’re in such a good mood. An orgasm in the morning, your pretty, hyper-competent girlfriend all day, and no shitty former teammates? That’s practically a vacation lately.

“Do I have you to thank for that, sir?” you ask. Remember him saying something about talking to Price yesterday.

“You can thank me later,” he answers with a little smirk.

“Gladly, sir.” He’s getting more than that at this rate.

“Just wanted to check in on you two,” he continues, tweaking your nose, “and there’s an intel brief at 1600.”

“Yessir,” you and Nova reply together.

He chuckles again, gives you both one last fond look, then takes his leave.

“Finish up in here, shower, and get there a bit early?” Nova suggests.

You turn back to her, wipe a bit of sweat off her forehead with your forearm. She huffs in (only half fake) disgust and lays back on the bench again. She’s still got half a set to finish.

“Yeah, I want to steal Price’s usual seat,” you answer.

“You petty little tart,” she chuckles.

You lean your elbows on the bar and lean over her, arching your eyebrows playfully. “I’m your petty little tart.”

“Have always had a sweet tooth,” she muses.

You laugh and get off the bar so that she can continue. Of course, you’re keeping a close eye on her – but lord, she’s distracting. Thick thighs and solid abdomen, her tank-top is even sticking to the flexing muscles. And her arms. You’re not even being subtle, drinking in each deliberate rise and fall of the metal bar. Following droplets of sweat down her biceps…

“You mind?” she huffs, though not without amusement.

You jolt a bit, flushing as you help her rerack again. She sits up, a mischievous curl to her full lips.

“What’s got into you, huh?” she asks, tilting her head.

You shrug as you switch places, trip up a bit when you realize just how nice the view is. Even thoroughly sweaty, she smells a bit like coconut. Damn.

“Not you, unfortunately,” you reply absently.

She chuckles, tapping a finger against your forehead. “Tell ya what, love – you do five extra reps and we can make that happen.”

You’ve never flown through a workout so fast.

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You damn near stumble into the shower stall, lips and tongue tangled with Nova’s. The flimsy curtain flutters haphazardly behind her as you reach blindly for the knob. Ice cold water drenches your back, but it does nothing to cool the desire blazing in your gut. Not when she’s peeling herself out of her compression pants, shimmying out of her damp shirt, and wriggling out of her sports bra.

Don’t even care about your own clothes, dropping to your knees in awe. She’s absolutely gorgeous, your girl. Pretty brown skin interrupted by pale patches like scattered clouds, meeting of earth and sky right there in front of you. Something divine about that, you think vaguely. She certainly looks the part, all strength and confidence, dark eyes smoldering like coals. Interrupted only by slashes of scar tissue and the SpecGru tattoo on her forearm.

You’ll never get tired of looking at her.

“C’mere, love,” you murmur, hooking your fingers behind her thigh and gently urging her closer.

She laughs a bit, though there’s a breathless edge to it that makes you perk up like a dog.

“You’re still dressed, daft thing.”

You shake your head. “That can wait.”

Despite your deal in the gym, there’s nothing you want more right now than to take care of her. Just leave her a shaky, whimpering mess, until your shirt is wet with her rather than water or sweat.

“Let me take care of you, baby?” you breathe, hands skimming up her soft thighs. You caress your thumb over her labia, licking your lips at the stickiness already gathered there. “Please, Nila.”

She shudders hard. You groan softly, trailing kisses over the bundle of tissue protecting her lower tummy. Can feel her twitching a bit from the ticklish sensation of your hair brushing her ribs.

“Y-your sure?” she asks. “I haven’t washed off yet…”

“Don’ care,” you mumble, scraping your teeth over the sharp cut of her hip. Tease eager fingertips over her leaking slit, playing in the trim curls. “I gotta taste you. Stay hydrated ‘n all that.”

She tries to scoff, but it’s overtaken by a wobbly moan when you suck a modest mark into her inner thigh. Keegan’s going to pout when he sees it; that’s his favorite spot to claim on all of you.

“Yeah, babes,” she gasps, “g-go ahead.”

It’s probably pathetic, how quickly you faceplant into her pussy. Can’t bring yourself to care when the taste of her bursts across your desperate tongue. A bit of salt, but all her, earthy. You lap at her with the flat of your tongue, starting at her dripping entrance and working slowly up until you curl the tip over her slippery, swollen clit. Again and again. Until all your thoughts whittle down to this, to her. To the helpless clench of her empty cunt and the involuntary buck of her hips. Nothing to calm your thoughts like taking care of your angel.

“Fuck, baby,” she moans, blunt nails scraping over your scalp.

Your eyes roll back as shivers chase down your spine, moaning into her cunt just to return the effect. Love how her head tips back, knees quaking. You scoot in a bit closer, hook her knee over your shoulder to offer some stability. Then focus your attention on that button of nerves, sucking it gently into your hot mouth.

“F-fingers,” she whimpers, “fingers too, love. Please.”

As if you could deny her anything ever. Circle worshipful fingers around her entrance, groaning lustfully when slick begins dripping down your wrist. God, she always gets to fucking wet. When she tilts her hips with a needy whine, you test one finger inside her, rubbing gently against her walls. But she keens, clearly wants more, so you stuff a second finger inside her, curling them as you flick your tongue over her clit.

“Fuck!” she cries. “Yeah, just like that. J-Just there, babe.”

And you’re useless to do anything but acquiesce, setting a steady rhythm that leaves her squirming on your mouth and hands. Feel like you could get off on the noises she’s making alone, your own pussy drenched and aching. But you can’t be bothered to spare a single thought or movement for yourself, hands and mind too full of Nila.

Your dedication is quickly rewarded by the telltale squeezing of her pussy, the increasing pitch and volume to her voice. Don’t dare change a single thing, as desperate for her to cum as she is. Could live forever between her thighs, just like this, listening to that voice break for you.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m… c-cum – fuck!”

You moan as she drenches your chin and neck, quick to support her weak legs so that she can ride out each and every wave of her ecstasy. Suckle at her sensitive clit and circle your fingers around her spongy g-spot until she’s shuddering, gently tugging at your hair. You pull away reluctantly; don’t want to overstimulate her (when she doesn’t want it) but pussy-drunk all the same.

Give her a second to catch her breath, dotting kisses like stars around your pretty Nova.

“That was perfect,” she coos, “come up here for a kiss? I miss you.”

You make sure she’s steady before standing, smiling, stupidly charmed. “I’m right here, sweetheart, nothing to miss.”

“Miss you anytime I’m not kissin’ you,” she replies dreamily, looping her arms around your neck.

You pepper kisses along her jaw until you reach her puffy, bitten lips. Tuts softly at their swollen state before she thoroughly distracts you by licking the taste of herself from your mouth.

“Spoil me,” she sighs against your lips.

“Not spoiling if you deserve it,” you reply, hugging her close.

She giggles brightly, tucking her face against your flushed neck. Stay like that for a moment, gently swaying. Then she nips gently at your collarbone.

“C’mon, let’s get you out of those clothes.”

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a bad batch

barça femeni x teen!reader

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A/N: do you guys ever wonder what showers in the diff teams lockerooms look like? is it just a big room with showers and they’re all naked together or is there cubicals? if anyone knows please enlighten me

TW: Vomit, illness, swearing

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It wasn’t your fault really, it was whoever decided that the KFC given to you was actually safe to eat. Don’t they have quality managers for that? Despite it literally having feathers on it still, it was pretty meh. Not even enjoyable chicken.

That’s how you find yourself hunched over a toilet bowl, throwing up all contents of your stomach and more. You’re sweating but cold, you definitely know you have a fever or sorts but you’re uncertain how bad.

Worse thing is, training was supposed to start in 5 minutes. No way you were getting there now, not like this.

You shoot a quick message off to Jona explaining you don’t feel well and it’s probably something you ate. He replies quickly saying the usual of taking off however long is needed to get back to full recovery.

What’s the one thing you don’t consider in all this? You’re very overprotective teammates.

You end up puking more, and passing out on the bathroom floor due to exhaustion, the cool tiles feeling magical against the heat your body radiates.

- - - - -

You’re awoken by harsh knocks on your door. Your head hurts, your throat is scratchy, you’re dizzy and delusional, you feel like shit.

You stumble toward the door, opening it to see Frido and Keira.

“Jesus.” The Englishwoman says before pressing a firm hand and against your ablaze skin.

“Jona told us you said it was a light sickness? This is bad.” She says, rushing inside with the blonde Swede behind her. You were teammates with Frido on a national level as well so she took on more of a role while you settled in Barcelona.

“Come on, you shouldn’t be standing älskling (darling). Sit down, come.” She rests her hand on your back guiding you to the couch to sit down.

“Have you eaten?” She wipes away the sweaty hair away from your forehead.

“No.” You whisper softly.

“Ok, we’ll get you to eat and then into a bath ok? If we don’t get this fever down we might have to take you to a hospital.” The words compute in your mind, you don’t want a hospital. You just have to follow what the older 2 say and you’ll be fine. That’s what you tell yourself at least.

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After eating a couple spoons of chicken broth Keira gave you, you’re taken to the bathroom and stripped into your sports bra and bike pants.

“Get in the water älskling, you’ll feel better I promise.” Frido kisses the side of your head, helping you in the bath.

It’s cold, and you do not like it.

“Frido, cold.” You whimper, trying to get out.

“I know but you have to stay. This is needed, trust me?” Her heart breaks at the sight of you in so much discomfort. But she knows it’s for the better.

You cry, along with everything else you’re feeling now, you’re cold and not allowed to move. Keira starts to stroke through your hair whispering soft words of affirmation.

“Shh bub, stop crying. You’re ok, it’s all gonna be ok.” She looks over to her teammate who is measuring your fever.

“It’s still a bit high, 37.8. Just a little longer älskling, then you can go to sleep does that sound ok to you?” You can’t even recognise her statement, only focusing on the cold your body feels.

After a couple more minutes, the girls decide you’ve had enough time to cool down so they change you into fresh pajamas, putting you to sleep in your own room before coming up with ways to hopefully get you to feel better.

- - - - -

When you wake up again a couple hours later, you feel even worse. Every body part aches and you feel the need to throw up again. So, you muster up all the energy you have and make a bee-line to the toilet.

Luckily making it in time, you spill more contents of your stomach. Someone has tied your hair back but you can’t will yourself to move.

“Hey, relax.” The accented voice says. You do as told and fall into Caroline. When did she get here? But you do as told, not wanting to feel this way any longer.

“Feel like shit.” You mumble, exhausted.

“I know, Marta and Ingrid are also here now. We will check your temperature soon ok? Right now you just need to not stress and stay here alright?” She runs her fingers up and down the sides of your torso until Ingrid comes in.

“I’ve got the thermometer. Could you open your mouth for me?” You open it without question, and she visibly cringes at the reading when she takes a look at it.

“This is not good, this isn’t normal. Look.” She shows it to her national teammate. Who also cringes.

“Tell the others to pack her stuff, get Frido here. Tell her the temperature and we need to go to the hospital.” This is when you start to worry, even in your delirious state.

There’s commotion outside the walls of your bathroom but you can’t will yourself to care, slumped against Caro hoping you’ll feel better soon.

Frido rushes inside, picking you up off the floor. She rushes to the car and gets in the backseat. In the front is Keira and Ingrid, in another car is presumably the other couple.

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Arriving at the emergency department, you’re immediately taken to a private room where they hook you up to machines and an IV. You try to fight them, feeling too overwhelmed by the situation but Frido takes the chance to hold your hand in hopes of calming you down.

“Deep breaths älskling, it’s not too long before they’re gone.” Her words are a comfort to your ears, and she’s right because the doctors leave soon after that.

You look down at the little thermometer on your finger, showing the temperature of your skin. 41.5°.

You cringe like all the other girls who had seen it previously. Despite your hatred for hospitals, you’re happy because it means that the pain should go away sooner.

Frido has been on the phone for a bit, and she walks over to you.

“Magda wants to speak with you.” She smiles lightly, and you take the phone holding it against your ear.

“Hi Magda.” You say, voice an octave higher than usual.

“Hey little one, heard you weren’t feeling too great. Are the girls treating you right?” You hum.

“Yeah, they’re good.” She seems content with the answer.

“Ok good, we need you healthy for the next camp. Can’t have the mini star gone.” You laugh slightly at the given nickname.

“Alright pass me back to Frido, stay well and don’t do anything stupid. Please.” She begs over-dramatically.

“Come on, I’m not that bad!” You laugh, even if it made your stomach slightly hurt.

“Sure, sure. Talk to you later little one.”

“Bye Mags.” You pass it back to the older Swede and the door to your room opens revealing Mapi and Alexia.

Alexia walks over to you, concern visible between her brows. Mapi heads straight to Ingrid. (Not a surprise).

“You don’t look well at all. I’m not sure how you managed to text Jona.” You shrug, she takes a long breath.

“We’ll talk about saying how sick you actually are later, for now you should get some rest. We’ll be here when you wake up.” You do as told, quickly falling asleep without fight.

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Over the coming days, the girls watch over you like hawks until they’re sure you’re better and you won’t snap in half at a slight gust of wind. It got annoying, but you couldn’t really say no when they were just trying to make it easier for you.

Whenever you threw up, cried in pain or overall didn’t want to do anything. One of the girls would be there to take any anguish you had away. No matter what, Barca isn’t just a team. But also a family.

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sleekswosobsession: number 1 writer for cringe ending lines

anyways i need help from you anons, i have an english short story (800 word) narrative coming up but i need ideas.. i’m a writer not creative producer. but i do know that YOU have some ideas so please give it to me. these are the topics:

1. betrayal of trust

2. consequence of bad timing

3. Individual against society

(go wild but not too wild cuz i have to give it to my teacher)

[crybaby-bkg]

touched for the very first time

Toji x f!reader Warnings: smut, hotel smut, virgin reader, reader is mentioned to be wearing dress/panties, nicknames are pretty thing and sweetheart, dry humping, finger sucking & choking, oral (f! receiving), hand jobs, reader gets embarrassed many times, one mention of baby trapping, full nelson to mating press positions, first time kisses, squirting, marking, a mention of blood being drawn from scratching, hair pulling (m! receiving) andddd I think that's it. lol please let me know if I missed anything and please enjoy!! Word count: 5.7k Minors/blank/ageless blogs DNI!Also available on Ao3!

As you walk into the busy hotel, your heartbeat is a loud thud against yours ears. It’s deafening, makes your head feel too cloudy, your hands wringing together in anxiety, your upper lip sweaty. You could always back out of this, even though you wouldn’t get your money back, and you wonder if this was all some stupid idea in the first place. 

The moment you start to will yourself to turn around cause this was a terrible fuckin’ idea, you catch the eye of the man you wanted to meet. Your breath instantly catches in your chest, your eyes widening, and even from a distance, the man seems able to catch your exasperated expression at just the sight of him. He smirks, and you can already see the glint in his eye that promises nothing but ruin for you. 

“You weren’t thinking about leaving, were you?” The man asks you the moment he strides up to you, his head tilted to the side, his eyes darkened by his bangs. He’s much bigger in person, his frame damn near making him an impenetrable wall that many people swerve out of the way to avoid bumping into. He’s clad in a black shirt and sweatpants, worn sneakers adorning his feet, and he doesn’t really seem to mind the way you take him in so unabashedly. If anything, the man seems to grow even bigger, the scar crossing his lips seemingly pulling even tighter. 

“No?” Your answer is as unsure as you are, your hands fiddling in front of you in worry. The man, whose name you remember from your friend as Toji, only smiles wider at you, sniffs the air in front of him, like a shark smelling blood in the water. 

“Ya sure about that?” He asks you, smile lessening as the seconds tick on, your eyes still a little fleeting when they linger on the outline of his pecs a few beats too long. “Look, if you don’t wanna do this, I’m not gonna pressure you. I am keeping your deposit, though.”

“No,” that makes you speak up quickly, taking a step forward into his proximity, your shoes bumping his. “I wanna get this over with already.” 

Toji only cocks an eyebrow at you in question, but doesn’t much verbalize it beyond a grunt before he’s turning on his heel. You scurry after him, his long legs making each step feel like you’re jumping over cliffs, his hands shoved in his pockets coolly. You stop short behind him when he makes his way to the front desk, rapping on it twice to get the attention of the older lady who smiles coyly when she sees him. 

You can’t make out too much of their conversation from the busyness of the hotel lobby, but you do catch her flirty smile, her glance of disdain in your direction, a push of her tits in his direction, before she’s sliding over a keycard to his waiting hands. When he turns, Toji’s demeanor seems as cool as ever, as if this is something he cons from the receptionist just about everyday—which, in reality, you’re pretty sure he actually does. 

But you don’t question Toji. Just scurry after him through the lobby with your chin tucked in your chest, your hands wrangling each other, eyes wide and unsure when you’re stuck in a crowded elevator together. 

Can they tell? The strangers on the elevator with you? The people in the lobby? The receptionist, the janitors? Can they tell what you’re about to do with a man that you’re sure is most likely ten plus years your senior? All for the sake of saying I’m in my mid-twenties and I finally lost my virginity! 

Before you know it, Toji has led you to the room you’ve paid the night for, although you don’t plan on staying past when the deed is done. He opens the door for you, eyes taking you in the entire time, some predator ready to pounce on the prey that’s too scared to look their consumption in the eye. (Will he consume you so? Will you like it? Will it be as good as the smut you read online? Better?) 

“So?” Toji suddenly says after he’s closed the door behind you, toeing his shoes off as you belatedly do the same. “Any conditions I should know about that we haven’t already discussed?” 

Oh, fuck. You forgot about those conditions you two had talked about when you reached out to him. You had heard…raving reviews about the man, and after a frustratingly lonely night, did you finally reached out to your friend for Toji’s information. You agreed on a time and place, paid your deposit, when he asked you if there were things you wanted to try with him. Sex, was the only thing you had said, something he had laughed at behind the screen of his phone. 

Obviously that. Kinks? Fetishes? Shit you wanted to try but was too afraid your boyfriend would think was weird or gross? 

You didn’t think it was necessary to tell him that you had never had a boyfriend before, but you list a few things you know you’ve liked from reading smut online. Easy things, things you were sure wouldn’t be entirely too much for your first time. He had only sent a thumbs up, and that was the last you heard from the man until today. 

“I’m a virgin.” You blurt out when he snaps his fingers in front of your face once, his eyebrow cocking in confusion. It bleeds into one of understanding when your words sink into him, a knowing look crossing his face as he shoves his hands in his pockets, head tilted to take all of you in. He doesn’t say anything for a long while, and that only makes the pit in your stomach grow, nerves eating away at you as you twist your fingers together again. You open your mouth to call the whole thing off, tell him to keep your money, when he speaks first. 

“Virgins are extra.” Toji states plainly, eyes traveling your form, the long, flowing yellow dress you wear, the frilly little ankle socks, your jean jacket, your rounded eyes that get even bigger in confusion. He can’t help but snort a little under his breath, which stirs you into action, as you reach into your little shoulder bag, plucking a few bills from your wallet with shaking hands. 

You feel…dirty, scandalous, to be trading off your virginity for money to a complete stranger just because your friend said sex with him was life changing. But you hand him the money either way, with clammy palms and fingers that linger a little too long against his rough palm. 

Toji thumbs through the money, notes that you gave him a bit more than what he usually charges for virgins, but he’s not gonna tell you about it. Instead, he pockets the money, burly arms crossed over his chest as he looks down his nose at you. You’re akin to a bunny, almost, all timid and shy and pretty. He could just eat you up—but only if you’d let him. 

“Ya sure about this whole thing?” He asks you once more. “‘Cause I’m not doing shit that ain’t consensual, unless its that whole consent-non-consent shit, but I doubt that, coming from a first timer.” He sizes you up as if he can tell what’s running through your mind, but you try to put on a determined face that only makes his cock twitch in its confinements. Cute. 

“Yes, I’m sure.” You say determinedly, chin suddenly tilted high, even though your balled up fists shake with slight nerves still. “I’m in my twenties, and still haven’t slept with anyone yet. I just want to know what it feels like already, so I won’t feel like I’m missing out anymore.” At the end, you start to lose your steam, as other revelations come to the forefront of your mind. Your chin tucks ever so slightly, the eye contact you worked so hard to keep with Toji slowly withering into nothing, your gaze on your socked toes sinking into the carpet beneath you. 

“I’ve also heard…great reviews about you.” You confess a little quieter. You damn near jump out of your skin when Toji barks out a laugh, look up to find his head thrown back, an arm slung over his belly in mirth. It makes your own nerves calm a little, as you crack the smallest smile, shaking your head at yourself at just how ridiculous you sounded. 

When his laughter dies down, he takes a step to you, suddenly tucking his middle finger under your chin to bring your gaze to his. He’s smirking, eyes shining with mischief, his breath warm where it fans your face. Is it weird that you’re throbbing between your legs already?

“You’ve at least kissed someone before, right?” Toji asks, his voice teasing and playful, but it turns into one of shock when you confess, 

“No, I haven’t, actually.” You can see the gears turning in his mind, the genuine surprise that slowly melts into something you think you should be scared of. His light touch under your chin has full on gripped you now, his thick and rough fingers curling around your jaw, bringing you a step forward until your front presses snug against his own. You have to brace your hands on the swell of his pecs, and feel yourself swallowing down a moan at the firmness of them. Toji catches that look in your eye, and only smiles wider. 

“I’ve snagged myself an all around virgin, huh?” He asks, rhetorical, leaning down until his mouth hovers over yours cruelly. “How cute. You’re gonna be fun to break.” 

When Toji presses his lips to your own, you expect the kiss to be rough, to be all teeth and snarl and bite. But he’s everything you least expected—his kiss comes slow and gentle, a sweet press of his lips against your own to get you acclimated to the feeling of it. He presses one kiss, another, tilts your head to the other side. His kisses get firmer as the seconds go on, your hands curled into the front of his shirt, desperate to hold on, afraid you may float away if you let go. 

When he thinks you’ve gotten the hang of it finally, does his tongue come out to play. He steadies you when the pink muscle slides against the seam of your lips, feels how you sway on your feet from the contact. He can’t help the little laugh he lets out at your innocence, holding you tight around the waist, pulling you in even further, that you’re forced to wrap your arms around the thickness of his neck. 

“Let me in, sweetheart,” he encourages you, his warm breath fanning your cheeks as he nips at them gently. You shudder all over, lids entirely too heavy as you bring him in to your lips once more, mouth slightly agape as you welcome his tongue to taste yours. 

It slides against your bottom lip first, as if asking for entry, even though you’d give him access to every hole in your body at the moment. When his tongue touches yours, you can’t help the soft keening that emits from the back of your throat. Its a different kind of sensation, one you weren’t sure you’d like too much. But at this moment, nothing has ever felt more right. 

His tongue glides against yours the same time he rests his hand on your lower back, pushing you closer to him so that his knee is slotted between your own. You let out a gasp in surprise, the thin material of your dress and panties letting you feel every corded muscle of his thigh as he encourages you to hump against him. 

“Just like that, pretty thing,” Toji encourages you. You can almost hear the smile in his voice, feel it even better against your panting mouth when he dips his tongue to run across your teeth. He’s all consuming; his hand pushing your hips forward and back again, your clit catching on your panties, how quickly you’ve soaked the material, his tongue scraping against your molars, his other hand holding you still by the jaw to let him guide you. He could direct you straight to your own perish, and you’d go willingly, at this point. 

You whimper out his name pathetically, clinging to his shoulders, mouth agape, spit drooling from the corners as you let him do whatever he pleases with his tongue to you. He pulls back with a little huff of a laugh, embarrassing you. It makes you hide your face in his shirt, despite the fact that you still rock your hips against his thigh to chase that pleasure you’ve never felt with someone else before. 

“What is it, sweetheart?” Toji husks in your ear, places both of his big and rough palms on the swell of your ass, encouraging you to grind against him even harder. Your legs feel too weak to keep standing, but you cling to him either way, gasping out a little choked moan as the pressure in your lower abdomen starts to build entirely too quickly. 

“Ready to move on to the next item on your bucket list?” He teases you, nipping at the shell of your ear. You nod your head quickly, burying your face even further into his chest when he doesn’t need to guide you anymore to fuck his thigh, your hips bringing you forward and back until the motion starts to border on erratic. 

“What’s next, then? Tell me,” Toji tells you, his voice dropping so low, feels like you’re the only one in the whole world right now. You squeeze your eyes shut, cling to him even tighter, but he’s pulling you away with a little tut. You pout up to him, eyes teary from the almost overwhelming pleasure that floods you in such a short amount of time. 

“I want,” you swallow, glancing away, embarrassed, even though you can’t stop humping at his leg like some dog in heat. “I wanna try, um,”

“C’mon, you can do it. Tell me what’s next, pretty thing; want me to lick your pussy? Swallow my cock? Finger you and stretch out that tight little hole?” His words are damn near dipped in pure sin, sex itself, dripping with such lust that you find yourself hitting your climax before you’ve even registered that you were close. Your eyes clench shut, your nails digging into the muscles of his shoulder through his shirt, mouth dropping into a little circle as your hips jerk while you ride out your orgasm on his thigh. 

When you come down, Toji peppers kisses up and down the sides of your face, pecking you sweetly, licking at the little beads of sweat that dribble down your temples. He nibbles the corner of your mouth, his smile wide and devilish as he hums, still expecting some kind of answer from you. 

“I want you to eat me out,” you whisper when you finally come down from your high, chest still tight from how much you held your breath at the peak of it. Toji pats your ass twice with a hum, pulling away from you as he pads over to the bed that sits in the middle of the room. 

You feel naked suddenly, vulnerable and alone as you stand there, wondering what you should do next. Should you take your dress off now? Socks too? Or should you sit on the bed and do it? Or wait for him to take your clothes off for you?

“Get outta yer head, and come lay down already.” Toji tells you, no bite in his tone but it spurs you into action either way. You scurry over to the bed, slipping out of your jacket on the way there, but you hesitate when it comes to your dress. 

He doesn’t seem to mind though; just guides you lay down against the pillows, snatches one that you don’t need to place it under your hips, pulls you down a little so that he can kneel on the floor while you stay on the bed. 

“Ready?” He asks you when you just lay there, stiff and unsure of what to do next, your hands curled into the blankets beneath you. You only nod at him like a deer in headlights before you lay your head back against the pillows, gaze focused on the ceiling above. Toji huffs another little laugh at your embarrassment, but doesn’t comment on it. 

Just flips the skirt of your dress up until it lays against your belly, which he kisses too, making you gasp a little in surprise. He noses his way down your panty line until he’s met with the wet patch on the front of your plain lilac colored panties, the spot dark and clinging to your lips. Its a sight that makes him salivate, and he can’t keep himself from sucking your slick straight from the fabric. 

Your hips buck on instinct, a moan caught in your throat as your knee jerks ever so slightly. Toji catches it before you can knee him in the face, placing both of your legs over his shoulder with practiced ease. 

“Easy there, pretty. Don’t need a black eye from another client.” He tells you, voice dull and husky, but you can’t help the little snicker that floats out of you. It makes Toji smile himself, glad that you’re not as tense in the moment, and proceeds to kiss you through your panties. 

You’re so sensitive—just him breathing a little heavy on you makes your clit twitch almost visibly through the soaked cotton, your hole making the prettiest little noises with every throb. You’re so embarrassed, your arm slung over your eyes to cover them, but he loves every little reaction all the same. 

Finally, does he tug your panties down your legs, damn near lifting you in ease to get them off and thrown across the room. He gets back into place and takes you in with a whistle under his breath. 

“Damn, you really are a pretty lil thing, huh?” Toji whispers huskily, grinning at the way your hips twitch and your hole throbs at his compliment. You don’t reply much of anything besides a pathetic little whine, thighs dropping open a little more in invitation, one he takes without further preamble. 

He lays the flat of his tongue on your dripping hole, drags it up until he’s at your clit. He swirls the pink muscle around the swollen little thing, sucking it into his mouth with a hum that makes you cry out an expletive. He likes the sound from your lips, does it again and again until you’ve wrangled your legs from his grip, your knees pressed into your chest. He licks at you and licks at you until you’re quite literally dripping in both saliva and your own slick, creating a little puddle beneath your ass. 

He ducks his head down for a bite of your rounded flesh, chuckling at your surprised squeak. He slaps your ass once before he’s back at your clit, kissing it the same way he kissed you earlier, but this time so, so much dirtier. Messier, with more spit and tongue and ever so slight nips of his teeth where you’re most sensitive. 

Toji holds the backs of your thighs down, pressing your knees even further into your chest, knocking the wind from your lungs. Your cute little frilly socks hanging in the air, toes twisting and curling with every suck of your clit into his warm, waiting mouth. He thinks his cock is about to burst in his sweats at the sight, the smell, at the taste of you. 

“What a sweet little thing you are,” he moans into you, having to fix his boner from where it tents his pants, but he doesn’t stray too far from your pussy. Lashes his tongue wherever you’re wettest, kisses you and kisses you until your hips buck and force him to kiss even deeper. He’s not surprised when you’re bursting over his tongue in only seconds, a high keening cry emitting from the back of your throat as you finally uncover your eyes to pull at his hair. It stings, your little claws digging into his scalp, but he revels in the burn, either way. 

You try pulling him away, speaking gibberish, but he hasn’t gotten his fill yet. He doesn’t much act like this when it comes to clients, but something about you—your noises, your taste, your hole clenching down on his tongue with every shaky gasp of stop—that makes him feel addicted. 

He pulls away only when you start to sob, despite the fact that you keep fucking your hips against his face, unable to control yourself. Toji pulls back with a deep inhale, still tasting you on his upper lip as he licks it, desperate to savory every drop from you. You sit up on your elbows, your hair a little disheveled, your chest heaving, eyes distant as you try to take him in. You cover your mouth with the back of your hand, still trying to catch your breath. 

“I wanna touch your cock now,” you tell him, feel so crude with such a request, but Toji only grins at you. 

“With your hands or your mouth?” He asks a little breathless, his cock kicking at the thought of finally being touched by you. 

“My hands.” You answer him a little unsurely, eyes downcast before glancing up, face burning. “For now,” 

Toji climbs on top of you at that, little half smirk adorning his lips as he pulls his shirt from over his head. You follow suit with your dress, wiggling underneath him as you try to unclip your bra from the awkward angle, too. But Toji helps you, leaning down to undo it from underneath you, nipping at your neck during his proximity to you. When he pulls it off from your shoulders, he catches one of your nipples in his mouth, pawing at the other one greedily. 

It’s a different sensation, but something that makes you gasp in pleasure, holding his head close to you when he bites and pulls at the sensitive skin. Too quickly though, does he pull away to push his sweats to his knees, revealing the fact that he’s gone without underwear, which really doesn’t surprise you as much as you would think. 

But what does surprise you, is how pretty his cock is. Both thick and long with a slight curve to the left, his tip the softest shade of brown, precum dribbling from the head to connect with the dip of your bellybutton. Blue veins fork up and down the shaft of it, his pubes trimmed but thick and dark at the base, his balls low and round and so full, that you want him to just—

“Gimme your hand,” Toji’s husky voices snaps you out of your daydreaming, spurs you into action as you limply hold your hand up. He takes it in his own rough, warm grip, spits into your palm, before wrapping it around himself. 

His cock is warm, the skin oddly soft with a firmness to it that you hadn’t much expected. You stroke him slowly, his own hand dwarfing yours, but he lets you take control for the time being. You squeeze the tip when you get to it, watching another bead of precum bleed from it prettily, your mouth watering at the sight. 

“Is your mouth feeling empty, pretty thing?” Toji grins at you, pushing you down by your chest to lay flat on the pillows again, one hand cupping your tits, the other peeling your mouth open. You let him, tongue flat and pliant as he pushes two fingers into your mouth. Your eyes flutter closed at the sensation, trying to stay aware enough to keep stroking his cock, thumb the precum, spread it down, twist your wrist. 

You moan as Toji explores your mouth, pads of his fingers tracing every piece of your wet cavern—your gums, the roof, your molars—before he finds the back of your throat. You gag on his digits, grip tightening on his cock from the surprise of it, making him groan from above you. He looks so pretty hovering over you like this; the spackles of his chest hair dripping with sweat, his mouth slightly agape, his fringe covering his eyes, his stomach toned, his cock dripping for you so prettily. 

Toji fucks your mouth with his two fingers until they’re soaked enough, until your tears have dribbled from the corner of your eyes onto the pillows beneath you. He pulls them out with a dribble still connecting to your tongue, and you chase the feeling of his rough fingers pressing against your uvula. But he doesn’t make you wait long, as you find those same wet, now cooled digits pressing against your achingly empty hole. 

They go in with only a little resistance, makes you give pause as you gasp. Toji encourages you to keep going, keep stroking his cock like that, keep making those pretty noises and even prettier faces for him. He scissors his fingers inside of you when you start to relax, stretching you out for the thickness that lies between his legs, tilting your head back with his free hand to spit into your waiting mouth. 

He chases it with his tongue, his hips twitching when you pick up the pace while jerking him off, angling it down to where his fingers bully you open, a wordless signal to what you want now. And who is Toji if not one to always satisfy his customers? 

He pulls his fingers from your hole, licking them clean before swatting the wet digits on your nipples, grinning at the squeaky little hiccup you let out. You get the signal to release his cock, sitting up a little as he reaches into the table beside the bed, pulling out an extra large condom. You swallow at the thought of whats to come, nerves suddenly taking over you once more. 

“What position?” Toji grunts as he rolls the condom down his cock. You were so entranced watching his hand work, you hadn’t realized what he asked you. 

“Huh?” You ask, eyes guiltily jumping up to his gaze, one that you find to be extremely amused. He shakes his head at you, sitting back on his heels, cock hard and standing at attention, distracting. 

“I asked what position did you want me to put you in? Missionary, doggy, butter churner, cowgirl—”

“A full nelson.” You blurt out, eyes suddenly wide and unseeing as you can only imagine how you’ll look bent into position like that by Toji, who’s all muscle and brawn. He looks slightly surprised at your outburst, but grins wide and feral at you, promising a night of ruin if that’s what you want your first ever position to be. 

“You got it, sweetheart.” Toji doesn’t give you much time to think about your decision before he’s manhandling you into position with as much gentleness that he can muster. You two switch positions as he seats you in his lap, leaned all the way back on the bed, his body hot and sweaty against your back. You can’t fight the urge to look over your shoulder and consume him in a kiss, the first one you’ve initiated since you came into the room. 

Toji moans against you, hooking your knees under his arms, pulling away with a little hesitance to get you into proper position. He clasps his hands behind your head, forcing your head to tilt down ever so slightly so you can watch the bob and twitch of his cock as it lays against the length of your belly, nearing your navel. The thought makes you swallow thickly. 

“Sure you’re ready for this, pretty thing?” Toji husks in your ear, nipping at it when you only nod your head. “I need you to use your words.”

“Yes, I’m ready to be fucked, Toji,” you moan to him, arms hanging in the air from where he pulls you taut, both hands already holding onto his hair. Toji laughs at your formality, letting you go for just a second to angle his cock at your hole, before he puts you back into position. He looks over your head as he grinds his hips forward, his leaking tip pushing past the tight barrier of your hole. 

You let out a little cry at the feeling; foreign and different, but not all bad. Its a tight fit, and how tense you are doesn’t help, but Toji presses a little kiss to the top of your head before he starts feeding you his length, inch by inch. He doesn’t stop until he’s bottomed out, your eyes clenched shut from the mixture of pleasure and pain, but you force them open to see your pubes pressed firmly against his own. 

“Gods, this is so fucking hot.” You moan under your breath, clenching down tight around him when he gives you a little experimental thrust, making you rock against him. Toji bites at your earlobe with a low growl, words useless as he starts to do what he’s known best for—giving you an earth shattering orgasm that you’ll never get again from anyone else. 

He starts off with an almost brutal pace, his hips clapping against your own as he folds his hands against your nape, forcing you to watch how he ruthlessly fucks your hole open. It squelches with every thrust, loud and messy and embarrassing, but you’ve grown past the feeling of humiliation at this point. 

Now, instead, you beg for him—to ruin you, fuck you just like that, make you feel good, harder, deeper, just like fucking that. You spew so much filth to him he wonders where that nervous little virgin thing went, when you were replaced by some cock hungry incubus directing him how to angle his hips in order to touch your sweet spot. But he abides by your every request, grinning wide like a madman, forcing you to watch every inch of his fat cock split you open. 

After a while though, Toji doesn’t really find the position working for him. Quickly, he lets you go, rolls you from on top of him before he’s placing you on your back on the bed once more. He moves so fast, your head spins, the emptiness of your cunt suddenly making you whimper, as you reach for him in confusion. 

“Sorry, doll, I know ya wanted to lose it in a full nelson, but a mating press is just so much better.” He grins to you, throwing your legs up to your chest once more before he lays the entirety of his weight on top of you. The stretch of it all burns, and you can already feel the pain you’ll have in your legs for the next few days, but gods, it’ll all be so worth it. Every sting of your muscles a reminder of Toji, of his heavy cock carving its way inside of you, of every nip of his teeth, every pinch of his fingers against your clit—all of it. 

“Just make me cum already,” you whine to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, bringing him to you so that you can lick and bite at his neck. He had a ‘no marking’ rule, but he lets the sweet little virginal you do whatever you so pleased, as long as you let him fuck you into this bed within the next few seconds. 

Toji waits no time to slip his cock back inside of you, his hips slamming against the backs of your thighs, your ass, as he throws his weight into every thrust. In this position, he can reach down and touch your clit, his fingers thick and fast with every strum to your swollen bud. He nudges you away from his neck so that he can claim your mouth for his own, his tongue bullying yours, swallowing your gasps and cries and hiccups. 

You sound so sweet, it makes his balls tighten, makes him want to empty his entire load into you, knock you up on just the first try. He curses the condom that bars him from doing such depravities, and takes it out on your poor hole with every weighty thrust inside of you. 

You murmur something against his mouth, your breathing picking up as the seconds go by. You try to push him off of you, suddenly thrashing against the bed as the pleasure starts to overcome you. When he pulls back, your eyes are panicked but still so low and hazy, trying to regain focus but struggling at how he keeps swiping at your fat clit. 

“Gonna pee,” you cry to him, lip jutting out in embarrassment again. But Toji only laughs at you cruelly, throwing his head back and all before he swoops down to capture your lips once more. 

“Who woulda known a virgin could be a squirter?” Toji teases you, a look of realization passing over your face for only a brief second before it dissolves into one of pure ecstasy. Your hips buck almost wildly as you squirt on Toji’s cock, the wetness soaking his pubes and lower stomach and the sheets beneath you. You cry out almost hoarsely, eyes leaking with tears as you throw your head back, clawing at anything you can reach. Toji hisses when you draw up a bit of blood, but loves it all the same, unrelenting on your clit and soaked little hole until he’s reached his own climax. 

He cums with a low growl under his throat, thrusts sporadic and short and tight inside of you, eyes clenched shut as he grits his teeth. You’re still whining and whimpering beneath him, clawing at him and pulling him down until he kisses you, sweet and assuring. 

Finally, he collapses on the bed beside you, tugging the condom off with a sigh and tying it off as he drops it on the floor. You try to catch your breath beside him, as you stare up at the ceiling wondering if this all really just happened. 

“So,” Toji starts, mirroring your position, although he looks at you from the corner of his eye every odd second or so. “Wanna try anal next time?” 

And there goes that embarrassment again. 

thank you all so much for reading! kind comments/likes/reblogs are all so appreciated <3

[andersonfilms]

OH MAMI!

𝜗℘ feat. established abby x reader with ellie williams!

warnings. eighteen+, first part here. slighty fem!reader, switch!abby, switch!reader, sub!ellie, anal sex.

palestine masterpost

ellie squirms, the seat more comfortable than last time but she doesn’t have the boost of adrenaline on her side. this is planned, the green-eyed girl finds herself on borrowed time, for how long abby will allow this, she’s not sure. there’s an uneasiness when she steps foot in the door, nerves eating her from the inside out but now it’s a distant memory. 

the thick of it is here and she welcomes it with open arms. somehow, she’s found herself lucky enough to be in this position. clearly, abby had quite an affliction for being watch, purely soaking through her soul. obsessively,  a part of her craves it. yet, she’d yet to see abby get fucked. ellie wonders if you enjoy that just as much. 

you have stripped her of the sports bra discarded on the carpeted floor, her tits bare and exposed as her thighs rubbed anxiously. solely clad in her boxers, fisted hands at her sides, ellie tries not to touch herself. abby had instructed her to do so and a punishment would be delivered if she didn’t hold up her end of the bargain. “c’mon baby, be a good girl and cum for me. mhm, want you all over my face.” 

for the second time tonight, abby has you reeling. making a mess of her and yourself, the thrash of your body as she allows you to become nothing but the pleasure she loves giving you. “mommy, fuck, feels s’good.” abby slurps at your pussy as if it’s her favorite drink, maybe it is. the obnoxious sounds she makes only pushes you through your orgasm, her pierced tongue tenaciously flicking your clit as she teases your other hole. 

letting you cool down, she kisses up your body, littering it with loving kissing. paying attention to your tits for a moment, leaving marks of her own possession over your chest, before she’s doing the same to your collarbones. swollen, pink lips claim yours, nearly shoving her tongue down your throat as she groans into your mouth. her hand slaps your cunt, fingers digging in a silver making you shudder at the mere action before she bites the earlobe before whispering, “s’my pussy, don’t you ever forget it.” she kisses you sweetly on the temple. strong hands rubbing soft patterns on your stomach, intentionally being careful with you after she had been so rough. 

“just sit here and be pretty for me, yeah? mommy will be right back.” in all her naked glory, her sweaty skin glistening, her abs clenching as she stands over ellie, her emerald eyes bugging as she gulps loudly. part of her really tries to keep her eyes on her face but her tits are right there. before she can divulge further south, abby crouches down and balances on the balls of her feet. “up.” abby commands and ellie immediately follows her lead. doing as she’s instructed, to her full height, her pussy eye level with abby’s darling face, the soft edges of her jaw accentuated by the moonlight. 

“should i taste her, baby?” abby turns to you, waiting for your answer. she’s not doing anything without your consent. always, she would prioritize you above all else. “mhm, just a little, not too much. still need to fuck mommy’s cunt. don’t leave me waiting long.  i’ll get jealous.” you roll over, your ass on display as you arch your back, using a hand to expose your cunt to her. 

“mhm, i know baby, just a taste.” abby turns to give her attention to ellie,  she slides her boxers down, biting her lip before she looks up at her. hooded eyes captivating her as abby spreads ellie’s lips apart and the smaller woman gasps. “f-fuck.” abby chuckles, before she licks a bold strip up her cunt, her velvet cunt flicking over clit a few times, before her finger sinks in for a moment just to tease, before removing it. 

“now, come here loser.” abby stand to her full height, easily towering over ellie. the domineering blonde pushes her to the bed. “touch my girl without my permission and i’ll cut your tongue out.” abby excuses herself while the two watch her plump ass as she does. only gone for a moment, before she returns with a vibrator in hand. 

“spread your legs, whore.” ellie immediately obeys, too desperate to cum. abby applies the vibrator to ellie’s cunt, applying pressure and thriving off the way ellie is already losing it. her body already fucking into the toy, but she won’t push it. it’s better than last time, she won’t push when she’s already been given so much. for once, abby feels generous, and she leans over ellie, sucking on her nipple, flicking her tongue over the sensitive bud before nipping at it slightly. 

she whines as abby presses the vibrator down a smidge, edging closer towards her asshole. quietly, her warm breath hits her ear sending a shiver down her spin, “now, i want you to cum while my girlfriend pounds my pussy.” abby rolls over, ass to her girlfriend, arching slightly as you kiss down her spin, licking a bold strip up her cunt. the strap is already secured on your hips, ready to slid right in. abby’s face towards ellie, with you sliding in with one thrust. 

“nghhh, baby—” you thrust again, sending a jolt to her body. already you have her groaning. “mommy loves feeling your cock inside me. love it when you fuck me like i’m your dirty whore, god, i’m fucking dripping for you. every single fucking drop is for you. mommy’s cum, s’all for you.” ellie whines out abby, as she focuses on her face. abby’s ass is fucking fat, it moves the harder you fuck her and ellie can see it from her. it’s difficult for her to focus on anything else. the delicious way abby arches her back even more, blonde waves cascading down her toned muscles, kissing her shoulder blades. 

“baby?” abby asks and you know she’s playing nice because she wants something, it’s the only time she does. “yeah, what is it mommy?” 

“can i, fuck, i know we said just a taste but i can i eat her out? my mouth doesn’t have anything to do.” abby whines, her free hand playing with ellie’s nipples tweaking at the bud as the auburn haired girl whines. “hm, only because you’re asking so nicely, but my finger gets to play with your ass in the process, yeah?” 

“fine, but no plugs this time.” you grin deliciously, getting exactly what you want. without warning, you spit on her cunt, your fingers smearing the spit on her puckered hole, abby’s body twitches as your finger teases one hold while you pound into another. “see, i know what you like, baby. now, suck on her clit while i fuck your asshole. m’kay?” she listens to you, grabbing the vibrator from ellie’s grip and still having it within reach as she manhandles ellie’s so her pussy is right in front of her. 

“say pineapple if it’s too much because if you don’t, gonna make you came at least three times on my tongue by the time i’m done, fucking slut.” abby wastes no time before burying her face in her cunt, nose nudging at her clit as she licks tenaciously as her slick. fuck, ellie is loud. her hips buck up to fuck abby’s face, riding against her tongue and abby lets her. she likes them eager, willing to cum as many times as abby wants. hell, she loses herself into her pussy. there’s nothing more she enjoys more, blissfully in between a pretty girl’s thighs. normally, she only settles for yours, this time she’s willing to make an exception for someone else. 

messily, she spits on her pussy, dipping her tongue into ellie’s pretty hole. she’s can’t stop fucking moaning, her stomach clenching, crying out for a release. abby loses focus for a moment when you give one hard thrust, sending her into submission for just a moment. you’re unrelenting pace has abby seeing stars, endless circles on her asshole as you tease her, but she’s stubborn. as if she’s trying to tease you, she shakes her ass as you fuck her, stubborn as ever but it only makes her moan louder. the slight bounce giving you an opportunity to slip in even further. 

“didn’t think that through, huh mommy?” you giggle manically as you slap her ass playfully, “take my fucking cock, all of it, but you better make her cum fast or you’re gonna be first.” abby knows there’s weight behind your words, so she uses her fingers along with your mouth. her middle and ring finger slips in with ease, her pace is slow at first while abby’s tongue plays with her clit, flicking over the treasured pearl before sucking it into her mouth. each time she rolls her tongue, ellie rolls her hips into her again. 

your pace picks up as promised so abby goes knuckle dip, curling her fingers in just right until she hears ellie cursing. “fuck, fuck, abby—” just when ellie thinks it can’t get any better she grabs the vibrator pulling her mouth off. as her fingers fuck you into another oblivion, abby presses the vibrator on ellie’s clit, dragging it into small circles. abby chuckles at the way her body twitches, thighs shaking, emerald eyes squinting shut “show me what a dirty fucking girl you are, yeah? be a fucking loser and cum for me. i knew you couldn’t even last longer than ten minutes, prove it. be my whore and fucking cum. give me what i fucking want. better give mommy what she wants, huh?” 

abby amps the intensity on the vibrator, her fingers fucking ellie at a pace she knew would have her seeing stars. “c’mon, don’t you want to coat your fingers in my cum?” 

“yes, yes, yes—” ellie chants, the pent up pressure in her stomach gets released. she opens her eyes just for a moment to see abby her lip tugged upwards, a wicked smirk on her face as she watches ellie cum. she feels the slick coat her fingers as she clenches around her fingers. “mommy…shit, right there.” it’s amusing — nearly gets her off. her head lazily on her thigh, as she watches her body writhe in pleasure, her freckled face twitches, eyebrows furrowed as she focuses in on her clit throbbing against the vibrator. although, the feeling doesn’t last very long. 

you’re possessive over abby and hearing mommy doesn’t go over too kindly. your finger grips her golden waves, pulling her towards you by the strands. “watch your tongue, ellie. i’m the only one who gets to call her mommy around here. got it?” as if abby was the one who’d done wrong, you slapped her ass, twice. “you, stop being greedy while i’m fucking your pussy or someone won’t get to cum.” 

“you call this fucking? can barely feel you, is that even your cock inside me or a microstrap in my pussy?” abby almost starts running her mouth again, but you pull her hair, hard. “think you're so big and strong, and you are mommy. you’re tall, hot, cocky piece of shit sometimes, but you’re also just a hole begging to be stuffed. i’m the only who gets fuck your pussy, you’d be good to remember that.” 

you use all the strength you can muster, bringing her up so abby’s back pressed against your chest. a hand crawling it’s way up her throat, squeezing lightly as she grunts. never for a moment do you stop fucking her, head laying against the crook in your neck. using the other hand, you pinch her pierced nipple between your fingers. the stainless steel barbell shifts and abby whines like a fucking whore. 

“my pretty baby likes her nipples to be played with, doesn’t she? so sensitive it’s almost pathetic.” you whisper in her ear, your breath hot as you do her three favorite things. 

“yes, please—” abby clenches her cunt around your cock. she begins to bounce, meeting your thrust as her eyes are shut closed. squinting, only focusing on the way you make her feel. “don’t stop.” 

“jus’ like that. yeah, does my baby wanna cum?” abby circles her hips, slamming her hips down, the base nudging against your slit. “mhm, s’all u want. want to cum all over your cock. will you let me? can mommy come for you? i’ll be good, i swear. whatever you want.” 

“then fucking cum.” you look in ellie’s eyes as she convulses, your arms wrapped around her waist, keeping her close as your hips raise, fucking her through your high. a final warning, call her mommy again and you’ll fucking regret it. 

abby isn’t the only one who is possessive over what’s rightfully hers.

[justlemmeadoreyou]

Temporary Fix*

In which you meet a stranger at a bar, and he becomes your good night

Word Count: 3.3k of pure filth

Warnings: Smut, 18+ content, cursing, spanking, hair pulling, p in v sex(use of protection), aftercare

There he is again.

The devilishly handsome stranger, sitting at the bar two stools away from where you are seated.

He had been here every night you had been, and always looked at you from across the room, or gripped your waist on the dance floor when you were really drunk. But whenever you thought he would make a move, he disappeared.

Maybe tonight was the same too.

So, you decide to ignore him this time. You turned towards the dance floor, holding a classic gin martini in your hands, and stared at the sweaty bodies , moving rhythmically to the pulsating beat. The smooth notes of the gin martini matched the electrifying atmosphere.

Taking a few more sips, you got down and walked to the dance floor, and just then, an upbeat song started to play.

You saw one of your girlfriends there, and she pulled you with her to dance.

You had no idea how to dance. You did when you were drunk, somehow, but right now, the alcohol hadn’t kicked in.

Yet.

As you began to move, swirl your waist, awkward moves ensued, but hey, at least the enthusiasm was there.

A few moments later, you felt the oh-so-familiar hand gripping your waist, and before you could blink, the man had pulled you into him.

Your body collided with his, his grip on your waist tightening. Your mouth dropped open, eyes droopy as you looked up into his hazy emerald eyes.

They were dark, pupils blown out in lust.

Maybe today was the day.

You sneaked your arms from beside your body, and gripped his arms. His muscular biceps that looked so hot, and you immediately imagined him on top of you, his biceps bulging as he fucked you into oblivion.

You blinked your eyes rapidly to remove that image from your mind, and focused on his face.

You both stared into each other’s eyes as you moved to the beat. A few moments later, he leaned in to whisper in your ear, “Y'look really hot tonight”

You smirk, before replying, “Thought you wouldn't notice.”

“Can I buy you a drink?” he offers, sliding his hands downwards towards your hips.

“Sure” you reply.

Soon enough, he’s leading you towards the bar. His hand on your waist, pulling you closer with each step.

You both reach the bar , the dim lights casting a warm glow on the polished counter. The faint hum of conversation and clinking glasses fills the air as you take a seat on the cushioned stools.

The bartender, approaches. "What can I get you two?" he asks with a knowing smile.

He turns to you, his eyes meeting yours. "What would you like?" he inquires, a subtle yet inviting grin playing on his lips.

As you ponder the menu, the atmosphere around you seems to buzz with anticipation

“A rum, neat”

“Same for me”

“Sure”

The bartender turns around, and begins to prepare the drink for you both.

“I’m Harry, by the way”

You smile, his name, laced with an accent, falling beautifully from his perfectly pink lips.

“I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you, Harry”

“Y/n. That’s a beautiful name. So, you from around here?”

“Nope, moved from California, about 6 months ago. Completed my degree, and then landed a job. How about you?”

“Oh, California? Wow, I guess you left the sun for... well, this place. Brave move! And a job? That's like, responsible and stuff. I'm just a regular dude, you know, not as fancy as someone who completed a whole degree. I’m a musician. Came from England.”

“England, huh? That's, um, across the ocean, right? So, like, you're pretty far from home. And a musician, you say? That's cool. I mean, I played the kazoo once in elementary school, does that count?”

He chuckled, making you blush. His dimples were on show, and he looked so pretty.

“Yeah, that’s actually a really uncommon instrument. It’s cool you learned it, though.”

“Yeah, I don’t really remember anything about that now. How about you? What do you play?”

“The big ol’ guitar. And a bit of a piano, that I learned recently.”

The bartender slides the drink on to you, and you both grab it, before continuing the conversation.

“That’s really impressive. So, where do you live?”

“I own my own Residence. A bungalow, if you will. I’ll be glad to show it to you sometime.”

You like where this is headed.

You take a sip of your drink, and it’s really good. Something strong. Exactly what you needed at a Friday night out.

He brings his glass up to his mouth, and that’s when you see his tattoo-a cross on the back of his hand, near the thumb.

“You-you have tattoos?”

“Mhm, many. Would you like to see them?”

You’re surprisingly intrigued. You stare down to his chest, and you could see he had two tats near his collarbones, both sides. Another one was on the middle of his chest, which was only partially visible due to his unbuttoned shirt.

You gulp down hard. Damn, was he hot.

“yeah…”

Your voice trails off, and you hear him keep the empty glass on the table. You look up at him, as he is sliding off his bar stool.

“So, where shall we go?”

“Oh…how about your place? You wanted to show me, right?”

He smirks, “Great idea. Can we get our check here, please?”

He pays for your drinks, before offering you his hand. You gladly hold it, and he leads you out of the bar, to find a taxi.

“Is it too far? I forgot my jacket!” you say, feeling the coldness of the night once you reached out. You rub your palms on your arms, hoping to get some warmth.

“No, just about a 15-minute ride. You cold?”

You stare up at him, and he starts taking off his jacket.

“Right. Here” he wraps it around you, and it instantly makes you feel at ease.

“Thanks, Harry”

“No problem, love”

As the taxi arrives, you both get in, and he gives the directions. The driver starts to drive, and you can't help but notice the subtle, intoxicating aroma that fills up the car. It's Harry's cologne and it smells so fucking amazing.

You gulp down, and turn towards him. Holding on to the backrest for stability, you grab the hem of his shirt, pulling him in for a kiss.

It is unexpected, but he likes it. He immediately gives in, kissing you back with the same frevor.

Your lips are cold, but the kiss is hot.

You try to shift on the seat, and get on top of him. But, he pulls back and holds you back down.

“Hey, slow down, bunny. We’ll reach home and then I’m all yours”

He pulls your face back, uttering those words in your ear. You feel a bit embarrassed, but a kiss was definitely better than awkward silence during the whole drive.

“I know…it’s just, you’re so hot, Harry” you control yourself from releasing a moan at the end of your sentence, knowing that the driver was probably hearing everythong.

“I know, baby” he smirks, and pushes you back down on the seat, turning your face up front. You are about to frown and pout at that, but suddenly you feel his cold hands between your legs, pushing them apart.

You quickly turn your face, looking into his eyes with urgency. He stares back into yours, and gives you a questioning look. You realize he’s asking for permission, and you silently nod.

His hand spreads your thighs wider, the dress riding up. You pull out is jacket from your back, where it had fallen messily when you had jumped him. You put it over your thighs to cover yourself.

He reaches your panties, and gently pulls the crotch aside. You spread them wider, giving him more access, you are so desperate. His cold hand touches your clit, and you almost moan in pleasure.

“Shh” he whispers near your ear, before continuing the task in his hands.

His fingers find your clit, and he lightly grazes them on it. You swallow down a whimper, and pull your lower lip between your teeth.

His fingers travel downward, finding your labia and pussy lips. Without warning, he spreads them apart, and starts to rub your arousal throughout your folds. You close your thighs around his hand, and look up at him again. He gives you a look of warning, and you spread them open again.

His finger pushes in, feeling intrusion. He retracts it, and slowly starts to rub circles at your clit again. It makes you wetter, and makes it so much more hard to be completely quiet. He gradually increases his pace, feeling more arousal seeping through your folds. Spreading it all around, making a complete mess of your dress and thighs.

You throw your head back, and he pushes one finger in. It goes in with ease, and he starts to finger-fuck you.

You look down at his hands, his sleeves rolled up and prominent veins protruiding up. The said cross earlier is between your thighs, drenched in your wetness, making it more sinful.

You are getting close, the alcohol making your high approach faster. His long fnger hitting your g-spot, making your eyes roll into the back of your head. Your stomach starts to ache, the rush of the approaching orgasm coming faster and faster. You just need a bit more, a little push, just a little bit more and…

“We’re here”

He immediately retracts his hand, and you blink open your eyes, mouth falling open. You take a few moments to realize that you’re in the back of a taxi, and you need to get out soon.

The car comes to a halt, and you pull your dress back down. Pushing your legs closed together, your wet, drenched panties get rolled up messily, making it more uncomfortable.

With Harry’s jacket in your hands, you try to pull yourself out gracefully, but your legs are wobbly, and your cheeks are flushed red.

You look so fucked out.

You stand by the car as Harry pays him, and he leaves.

As soon as he leaves, he puts his left hand into his mouth, licking off the remnants of your arousal.

That bastard.

You hurry behind him, as he walks across the road and opens the gate. He unlocks it, and then another one. Almost 2 minutes, and you’re finally in.

As soon as the door is locked, you throw away the jacket, and climb up on him again. He catches you, and you wrap your legs around his waist. He pulls your dress back up, grabbing the panties harshly and tearing them apart, and pulling them off from between your legs.

If you were not so desperate to get fucked, you would’ve fought him over them. But right now, you are desperate to get fucked by him.

He walks you to his living room, and to the sofa where he puts your down on the armrest. You both start making out again, tongues sliding messily into each other’s mouths. You can taste the rum in his mouth, and his intoxicating smell makes you whimper into his mouth.

“So desperate…” he remarks, and you grab his hair, getting his mouth back on yours.

A few moments later, you both pull back, desperate for some oxygen. Your hairs are disheveled, lipstick smudged. But to Harry, you look so beautiful.

“Y’gonna let me taste you? Have my tongue between those pretty thighs?”

On another day, you would. Spread open your legs and have him eat you out for hours. But right now, you just want to feel him inide you.

“No, I-I want to feel you, Harry. I wanna feel your cock inside me” you stare into his eyes.

“Fuck, you’re so damn hot. Where do you want to have me? Here? In my bedroom?”

“Here. Please?”

“Yeah? Want me to bend you over this couch and fuck that pretty little pussy of yours?”

“Yes, please?”

You look up at him with doe eyes, and he pulls you back down. Grabbing your waist, he quickly flips you over, and pushes you on the couch, so that you are nicely bent over in front of him. He spreads your legs using his, and your drenched pussy comes into view.

He unbuttons his pants, and quickly pulls them down, along with his boxers. He reaches the pocket for a condom, and tears the foil with his teeth.

Using one hand, he rolls it down on himself, and the other goes back between your thighs.

“Fuck, darling, you’re so wet”

He collects you wetness on his fingers, swiping his fingers between your folds. You push your head into the couch, his fingers diving deeper.

“So, so wet. Bet you drenched the car seat too, didn’t you? Dripping all over it. Bet the driver knew too. Your face was so red, cheeks blushed, lips bitten into your mouth. And your eyes, so full of lust and hunger.”

He pushed two fingers in, and started to finger you, while simultaneously stroking his cock. You moan out into the couch, grabbing into the backrest, anything to pull on. He pushes them to the hilt, and stills his movements, gently twisting them so you would feel his cold rings.

“Fuck. Jesus Chrust”

You whimper and moan, his fingers expertly fucking you back to an orgasm. Your legs clamp close around his hand, and you let out a wild shriek of his name, as you cum hard around his two digits.

“Fuck, fuck me”

Your breathing becomes ragged, and you turn your face, so that your cheek is on the sofa. After a few moments of letting you catch your breath, he speaks up.

“You okay, love?”

“Yeah, yes, I’m okay”

“Good. Want me to fuck you?”

“Yes. Yes, Harry please?”

He pulls out his fingers, and you whimper again, feeling empty. But that is gone soon, as you feel his cock line up with your swollen folds.

“Ready, love?”

You nod, and he finally pushes in.

You gasp loudly, his tip pushing its way in. His length follows, and you realize that he is a lot bigger than you had expected.

“Fuck, Harry-I-Fuck”

You curse into the couch, and he gently and slowly pushes his way into your tight cunt. You take in deep breaths, as you adjust to his massive girth spreading you open wide.

“Can I continue?” he asks.

“Yea-yes”

He pulls back, before gently pusing back in, till he is fully in. He repeats the same motion a few times, till you’re fully adjusted to his size.

Your mouth falls open, warm and heavy breaths passing through your mouth. He is going really slow, and it’s for your own good. But, you want it faster.

Harder.

“Harder, Harry-I-I want it harder”

He groans, before pushing back in, but with more fervor. A broken moan falls past your lips, and you gulp down, your mouth going dry.

“Is that good? Or you want it harder?”

“Harder”

“Oh, baby, you have no idea what you just asked for”

He pushes your legs wide, and grabs your hair, holding them in a makeshift ponytail for leverage to plunge himself inside you. You arch your back, and he pushes back in.

This time, there was nothing slow. He was going hard and fast from the beginning, making your legs shake and your eys to roll into the back of your head. You are impossibly wet, your wetness drenching his cock, making it easier to fuck you.

“Such a tight little pussy, fuck”

He curses, his cock fucking you into oblivion. His thrusts are rough and hard, making your toes curl. You feel his hand rest on your bum, and you want him to spank you.

“Har-Harry- I want you to-I-”

“What, baby? You want me to?”

“I want you to spank me-Harry-”

He quickly lifts his hand off, and strikes you with impact, making you moan filthy, and your pussy to clamp down on his cock.

“You liked that?”

“Mhm, yes, more please”

He spanks you again, and establishes a smooth rhythm of spanking you with each thrust inside your sopping wet cunt.

You feel so fucking good, on the cloud nine of pure pleasure. His cock fucking you so good and deep, one hand pulling your hair while the other spanks your bum red, you feel so fucking good.

“Harry-I'm close-” you mutter out, before falling back limp, your pussy clenching desperately around his length.

“I know. baby. Your pussy's getting tighter with each thrust. You gonna cum for me? Cum around my cock?”

“Yes, please, Har-”

You scream out his name, your eyes falling shut as you feel your orgasm take over. Black and white dots dancing behing your closed eyelids, a beautiful kadeidoscope of pleasure. Your legs begin to shake as his cock fucks you though your euphoric high.

After you're done cumming, he doesn't stop, chasing his own high.

“I'm close too, baby. Gonna cum inside this perfect cunt.”

He grabs your waist harshly thrusts, shallowing and slowing down as his orgasm approaches.

“Fuck, Mhm, Jesus-So fucking good, Christ-”

He rambles as his orgasm takes over, and you feel his warm cum inside your pussy, filling up the condom. Your tight cunt milks him off all he has, and he continues to fuck you till he is completely empty.

He stills inside, his cock throbbing and making you close your legs shut, wanting to keep him inside for longer. He catches his breath, gasping for air as he tries to pull out slowly.

“No, don't- I wanna feel you inside for longer”

You manage to say it in one breath, hoping he won't take you to be desperate and needy, even though it is what you were mere minutes ago.

“As you wish, darling” he stills back, holding you and pulling you back up. You both scoot awkwardly, and fall down on the sofa, you on top of him.

You could feel his chest on your back, rising and felling with each breath. You carefully turn around, keeping your legs on either side of his waist, and you face him.

He looks so beautiful, his post-orgasm face making you feel so warm and giddy. You lean down, and sweetly kiss him on his pink lips.

There’s comfortable silence between you two, the post-orgasmic glow taking over and making you feel so good and droopy.

“That was-really really good. Like, the best I've had in a long time.” you blush while admitting that, and he holds you close, making you feel safe.

“Glad you liked it. It was incredible for me too”

You both smile fondly, feeling so much connected in that moment.

“You okay? Want something to eat? Water?”

“Yeah, but afterwards. Wanna hold you for a while.”

“Sure, baby. You can hold me for as long as you like.” you grip your arms around him tightly, not wanting to let go.

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Peter Quill x Reader

Enemies to lovers (sort of)

Breakfast

(Spoiler if reading this next sentence! Takes place after GOTG and before GOTG3. Gamora is with the Ravagers and is no longer with Peter in any way. Also meaning that as confirmed by James Gunn, we the reader can understand what Groot says because we’ve been with him so long 🥹)

Description: Quill and Yn hardly ever get along and it’s gotten on everyone’s nerves. Nebula comes up with a solution to the problem by making them spend time together in hopes of working out the differences.

Wc ♡ 3.5k

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Rays of sunlight burst through the wide front windows of the Milano as the team sat around the table waiting for Groot to finish the breakfast. We all took a straw from a hat daily to see who had the duty, though when any one of us pulled the straw and saw it said groot, we’d discretely pretended it said someone else’s name. It wasn’t that we didn’t trust him to be a good cook, it was just that he can get a little… distracted.

“What day is it today?” The tree pondered, looking over to Mantis awaiting an answer all the while completely unaware that a twig from his arm has now caught fire from the stove.

I was quick to catch this and jumped from my spot to put it out, though as I ran to help him I came crashing into a tall, decently sweaty Peter. “Common Quill!” I hissed before turning back to Groot only to be halted by his annoying voice.

“Oh like that was my fault,” he complained throwing his hands in the air and looking to the team for reassurance yet getting none as they tended to zone Peter and I’s arguments out.

“Maybe if you payed any attention to anything you ever do!” I snapped turning back to face him feeling a rise of irritation come over me causing me to completely forget why I’d even got up in the first place. “Also, you’re disgusting. We have showers for a reason, you literally soaked my arm in your nasty sweat,” I made a disturbed expression whilst wiping the warm wet liquid onto my pants.

He scoffed with an eye roll while taking a glance at the ceiling. “Im sorry if I get a little sweaty when I work out, it’s natural, and I was going to take a shower, not that it’s any of your business; after we ate breakfast.”

“How convenient, so we can all join together and eat while inhaling your B.O.”

“Oh would you two please just shut up! I’m sick of all the incessant bickering you make me want to rip my ears off,” Nebula intruded from beside Groot. She and Rocket had been busy helping Groot put out the small flame that Peter and I had long forgotten about. “You’ve been irritating because Gamora’s gone, and you’ve been a living-breathing brat ever since you failed the last mission,” she called out our behavior almost in a motherly way. She’s been weirdly diplomatic when dealing with us instead of just telling us to go yell at each other somewhere else.

With a huff I went back to my seat and sank in the chair feeling a tinge of embarrassment overwhelm me at the memory of that last mission. I had never failed before, and this time put everyone at danger because I couldn’t control my emotions and attacked a guard too soon. I got a lecture about it from pretty much everyone except Mantis and Groot. That experience definitely hurt my pride quite a lot, so sometimes I might have a little extra sass to try and build it back up. “At least mines a real reason to be acting like a jerk,” Peter mumbled while sitting down in the seat farthest from me.

I snickered to myself at his comment. Sometimes he can be a real idiot. “You realize you called yourself a jerk too right? Nice one Einstein.” I clapped back not willing to let him win this argument, or really any in the future. Peter Quill just always has to be the leader, the cool guy, always right. Not when it comes to me.

“That’s it!” Nebula shouted in pure aggravation. She stomped over to the both of us and grabbed one of our arms with a decent strength considering she’s part bot. “You two are on breakfast duty, and if I hear you argue once while doing it then you’re both gonna be stuck cleaning the engine for two months,” she snapped, shoving us both toward the fridge. We often all had chores to do but we made it fun by having a spin wheel to see who has to do what. Cleaning the engine was always the worst one, but what made it easier was knowing you only had to do it once and then you could spin the wheel next chore week.

“Who said you were in charge? I think you’re forgetting this is MY ship,” Peter defended while crossing his arms.

“Yeah,” I added confidently. Who the heck is Nebula to tell us what to do.

“Nah I agree with that. You two are the most annoying a-holes I’ve ever had to share a space with. Mantis and Drax don’t even argue as much as you do,” Rocket chimed in matter of factly.

“It is true! I would much rather sit and listen to Mantis’s pathetic stories than hear you two fight anymore,” Drax said as he stood tall and serious.

Mantis glanced over to him with a bubbly smile. “Awhh thank you!”

“You are welcome idiot,” Drax replied with a pleasant smile. In his mind he was being respectful, and Mantis didn’t know any better.

Nebula turned her head back to us with an expression as of saying ‘that’s what I thought’. “So it’s settled. You two are gonna work this stupid stuff out, and if we hear so much as a bad tone, then you get stuck with Engine duty,”

We’d both surfaced a similar response between grumbles and eye rolls, yet had no choice but to accept our fate. Majority rules is how this ship functions, which was a feature I loved when it was in regard to someone else. Soon the rest of the group piled out, rocket on his way out mumbled on about how we’d better be quick. I gave a short glance to Peter which was a mistake as he’d so very annoyingly been standing there sifting through songs his Walkman and earbuds. Of course he’d tune me out, I wouldn’t be surprised if he just stood here the whole time too.

I started gathering some of ingredients and pans we’d need, already feeling angry at the fact that he hadn’t even attempted to move to help me. This was a clear indicator that my assumption of his laziness was likely going to be right. I semi aggressively dropped down the container of bacon onto the counter letting my current mood take the control of my motion. I grabbed the unused pan and placed it down and began putting strips of bacon on it. “You’re doing that wrong,” Peter softly mentioned. He seemed tired, I wasn’t sure if it was tired of the arguing or just in general but the tone definitely helped ease my anger a little bit.

With a huff I turned to look over at him and was surprised to find him standing so close, hovering just inches from my frame looking down at the pan, then making eye contact with me. His expression was blank, and calm which confused me. “I’m putting the strips out, how else am I supposed to do it?” I felt my brow still furrowed down in the looming frustration I felt before. We always fight, and one of us always takes it too far, those are times that make it hard to ever not be annoyed at the man’s presence.

He took an earbud out and let it hang by the cord before stepping closer until his body was pressed against my side. I stayed long enough to feel his warmth until I realize the normal thing to do would be to step out of his way, so that I did. Part of me wished he’d do it again, that he’d give me an excuse to accept his embrace. If I hate him so much why did that little ounce of intimacy feel so nice? A confusing mix of emotions. “You don’t put them all at once only do half so they cook more evenly,” he explained whilst taking off some of the already placed bacon. “Also put them folded like this so that- F*CK! AGH!” He’d instantly jumped back from the grizzling pan holding his hand in pain. “Stupid grease, ow!” He complained to the pan as if it were alive which made me laugh quite a lot. The whole scene was funny really.

I hadn’t noticed that through my laughing he’d been looking at me smiling ever so slightly, until I caught him, in which he looked back at the pan. “Are you alright there captain?” I amusingly teased his super strong title, while instinctively placing a caring hand on his shoulder with a soft rub. The moment I placed it I felt the mortified realization of my actions and ripped my hand back off. Too embarrassed to comment on it I’d redirected my focus to making eggs in the other pan hoping he wouldn’t mention it.

I cooked in silence for a little while until I felt as if I was being watched. Hesitantly I turned my gaze to Peter and surely enough was met with him staring right back at me. He looked to be deep in thought until I caught him when his lips curled into an arrogant grin. “Oh no no no, are you kidding me? You’re tellin’ me you can’t even cook eggs either? What can you do?” He provoked in amusement making me roll my eyes.

I waved my hands in the air in defeat. “Fine! You do it yourself then.” I stepped aside from the counter and began to walk away until I felt a warm hand take a light grip on my forearm and pull me backward. I stumbled back to my position in front of the pan where Peter was beside me holding my arm.

“Relax,” he soothed while slowly inching closer, it almost seemed like he was hoping his movements were slow enough for me not to notice. “You’re not gonna get any better with that attitude,” he continued, his hands slowly brushing my hips while I was too distracted listening to what he was saying. He moved cautiously almost trying to catch me in the distraction. “So much attitude all the time,”

I scoffed at his comment. “Attitude? I don’t have attitude, you’re the one who’s always moping around making little comments at everything.” his fingers now wrapped around my waist as he stood behind me, his breath tickling my shoulder.

“Let me show you,” he furthered, completely ignoring what I’d said and going on with his own point.

I’d attempted at pushing his hands off me. “No, I don’t need your help Peter,”

He stood there his grip strong as he looked down at me with a little ‘huh’. After the death glare I’d given he kindly explained the cause of the sound. “You called me Peter,” he pointed out with a grin.

I felt taken off guard at that comment and honestly a little flustered. I always made it a point to call him by his last name, I felt that first names were for people I respected. Why did that slip so easily? “I was just distracted…” I trailed avoiding his gaze and looking back to the pan. “Are we gonna cook the eggs or not?” I redirected the conversation away from the tension as I didn’t know how to react. My heart fluttered at his proximity but my mind reminds me of our dynamic. We’ve never got along let alone been close in this way.

He took my cue to move on and eagerly grabbed the spatula, handed it to me then paused and hesitantly slipped his hand on the back of my own. His other hand rested on my waist still as he guided the cooking. “It’s all about the wrist” he spoke softly.

I let out a breathe as I stood stiffly. I wasn’t sure what to do with this but I didn’t hate it. In fact it was quite the opposite. “This isn’t going to help you get over Gamora,” I bluntly stated without really thinking about it. I didn’t intend on being rude and my tone pushed that. Truth is that must’ve been an insecurity festered up. He’s a flirt and I can’t be his distraction.

He was silent for a moment but his position didn’t budge. “Why are you always so quick to push me away?” He quietly asked sincerely. He seemed hurt which was the last thing I expected from him. Was I reading our dynamic wrong? I couldn’t have been I mean we fight constantly.

“I don’t-“

“Don’t.” He interrupted. “Be real with me, just this one time,” he took the spatula from my hand and placed it on the table before grabbing the hand back again and bringing it to my waist to hold there. “What can I do to fix you and me?”

I didn’t know how to respond to that whatsoever because I didn’t know what that meant. You and me. As in no more arguing? As in becoming friends? As in something more? It doesn’t help that Peter is known for his flirting. “I-“ I sighed. “What do you mean?” I felt myself submitting to his touch as my body relaxed against his.

“Last weekend, we’re sitting on the couch. My arm was up around the top of it and if I moved it down just a little bit it would’ve literally been around your shoulder. Everything’s fine we’re all watching a movie, and I make a bad joke about your favorite character because I think it’s cute when you’re mad and you storm off cursing at me.” I couldn’t see the point he was pushing for but found myself blushing at the compliment. “Can’t you tell I do those things to get close to you? We don’t talk what so ever and the most I get from you is if I pull it out of you by making a dumb comment,” he explained his head now stooped closer to my shoulder, resting slightly against the side of my face and neck. “I know I can be childish, or a jerk but I don’t know what else to do when all I want to do is talk to you,”

“Oh really?” I perked up a little bit ready to make my point taking a step away from Peter. “What about the time we were here drinking and you made a comment about how I was ‘acting different to impress people’? How romantic,” I poked feeling his logic start to crumble.

He let out a huff. “You’re not remembering that the way I am and yeah I shouldn’t have said that but you spent the entire night all over that xandarian guy,” he expressed stepping forward to grab my hand and pull me back in. “You know how much I wanted to punch that dude straight in the jaw every time he touched you? Why should he get to kiss you?” He seemed to be getting offended just remembering the night, and honestly a little heated.

“Peter,” I softly tried to intercept.

“No, I’ve been here this entire time. For years it’s been me here with you, we go on missions, we’ve explored new planets, had ups and downs, and I have to sit there and watch some guy kiss you? Some guy who just came along that same day, put no effort into his relationship with you and got you,” he rambled on with pain in his eyes. I hadn’t seen him show that much emotion over someone since gamora. “It’s not fair,”

I felt horrible for not seeing this sooner. I couldn’t help but rethink everything but at the same time he definitely went about this in the wrong way to get my attention. He got it alright but it was never good. To me he was just constantly nitpicking me and all the things I liked and it drove me crazy. I guess that’s the fault in miscommunication. A lot of the stuff was pretty dumb to get genuinely mad at, often he’d just tease my favorite movies or comment on my fighting skills. Nonetheless in this moment I felt truly sad for him. “I didn’t know…” he was focused very intently on every word I said and I could just tell the anticipation anxiety was eating him up. In reality this was a confession of his feelings. “If I would’ve known…” I trialed off not wanting to press further as I’ve never been very good at expressing my feelings.

“If you would’ve known then what?” He softly nudged me to continue. He took our interlocked hands and held it on his chest.

“I don’t know, things would’ve been different. I didn’t know that’s how you felt I just thought you hated me honestly,” I admitted awkwardly.

He exhaled with a frown. “I could never hate you, and that mission…“ he got softer watching my expression because he knew this topic was sore for me. “It didn’t matter to me that we failed, all I could think about was how I could’ve lost you,” he admitted keeping eye contact as he spoke. “I can’t lose anyone else, and I just miss what we used to be like.”

This confused me as what he’s referencing is our friendship back when he was with Gamora. Is he trying to say he wants to be friends or is he being romantic? He’s so hard to read sometimes, but his actions are telling me romance. Clearly he could see the confusion etched on my face because he clarified all my questions without ever having to hear them. “You know, how close we were. Cracking jokes, playing pranks on the rest of them,” he explained. “I want that. But… something a little different…” he seemed a little more awkward now like he didn’t know how to word what he felt.

“How different?” I asked feeling my heart pick up just a little bit. Perhaps MAYBE the reason I got so mad at everything Peter did was because MAYBE I valued his opinion, because MAYBE I was sort of always secretly into him.

He perked up at the question surprised I hadn’t shot it down right then and there. “Well,” he started while taking my hand and giving me a dramatic twirl. The guy is smooth. “Maybe a little romance, I’m thinking Jim and Pam,” he referenced my favorite Earth show as I’ve forced him to watch it after our trip there.

A mischievous smile found my lips at that. “Ohhhh, so someone was lying about not liking the show?” I teased in a ‘I told you so’ kinda way.

He chuckled at my call out. “I told ya Y/N, I just love to mess with you.”

“Hmm, fine but you have to watch rom coms with me,” I laid out my terms matter of factly.

His eyes widened. “Fine? Fine what? Fine to the romance?” He double checked as I hadn’t made myself all that clear.

“I GUESS,” I dramatically excepted in a fake disinterested tone.

“Well then Mrs. Y/N” he pulled me into him yet again wrapping his arms around my torso, though this time I let my hands rest on his chest. “I’m gonna romance the shit outta you,” he grinned that same cocky little grin that used to make me wanna smack him.

I rolled my eyes at his over confidence but was thrown off at him leaning in closer to me. I couldn’t find anything sassy or witty to remark because now all my focus was on the fact that Peter Quill’s lips were so close to mine. The lips of always secretly wanted to kiss. I let out a breath feeling the tension before he’d made the move to fully go in. He kissed me softly, and slowly. His hand cupped my cheek and when he pulled away he gave a real genuine smile.

“You’ve gotta be shittin’ me” rocket yelled out from the doorway next to a very shocked Nebula.

“I give them a week tops,” she jokingly murmured but I could tell she was genuinely happy for us.

Rocket groaned from his place clearly fed up with the fact that he’d suffered through our bickering just for us to end up into each other. “If I’d known all you two jackasses needed to do was bang it out- WHY ARE THE EGGS BLACK?” He ran over to the stove to turn off the switch as if that would save the already far gone breakfast. “that’s TWO breakfasts down the drain, that’s it! I’m done! We’re getting fast food from knowhere,” he flailed his hands in the air and walked out of the room in defeat making the rest of us chuckle.

“I’m glad you two figured it out finally,” Nebula gave a small smile. “Really thought you were blind,” she dryly joked.

Peter and I looked at each other in confusion for a moment before smiling and accepting the fact that apparently we’d been obvious about our unknown feelings. With that she left the room to follow Rocket to the controls of the ship to fly us all to knowhere. This left Peter and I alone once more, he stared down at me in amusement. “I knew you were into me.”

I fought the urge to roll my eyes for the millionth time, slipped my fingers into his and dragged him out to the main area of the ship preparing for the rest of the teams reactions.

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My first Peter Quill fan fic! Sorta rushed so I apologize for any errors! Let me know if I should make more!

[insanely-lovely-and-random]

Ohhh boy wow. Just saw Challengers and my God my bisexual brain was firing all signals. Like within the first five minutes I realised 2 things about this movie. 1 it understands that tennis is a truly boring sport and instead makes it an incredibly sweaty, sexy, compelling game to watch. 2 this movie is bi as all hell and equally in love with all 3 of these people (as was I by the end of the movie).

SPOILERS:

God I was enraptured I think this films pretty subjective and can be seen in a few different ways but I just saw it as 3 people who think their playing the same game but none of them really are. Zendayas playing to win at Tennis, when she can't do it herself she plays through her husband. Art is playing to win the woman he thinks he loves and needs.

And Patrick is the most interesting of all, is he playing because unlike those two he actually needs to out of monetary needs? Maybe but doubt it. Is he playing to win Zendaya? And willing to be her champion unlike Art? Possibly but honestly I think it's the third option. He's playing to get back Art, Art is always a presense in their relationship and he puts him before himself. For sure the unusual sexual history between them is there. The strong friendship turned rivalry. The sheer sexual tension (Goddamn that churro!!) But oddly enough for the guy who may seem like the disloyal asshole type of the three he is both the most honest and oddly loyal. He may sleep with Zendaya but the second she asks him to throw the match? He's furious, he's insulted and refuses. But NOT for himself but for Art. His first words are "How could you do that to Art?" To cheapen his victory, if he were to know would crush Art. Art is always at the tip of his tounge and whats happening.

When they start making out in the dorm Zendaya won't stop talking about tennis but equally whats Patrick talking about? Art. When he finds out Arts not just interested in Zendaya but is acting snakey he's proud.

And god that sauna scene?? (I mean yeah its hot but I mean the dialouge!) He asks Art if he'd miss it and he completely doesn't understand what he's really asking. He once again is talking to somone who thinks their talking about tennis but he's talking about anything but.

I knew that bloody signal was gonna come back and when they had sex in the car I was like "okay this is it, he's gonna tell Art" but the question was.. will it be to hinder him? Make him lose his cool so he loses the game..? OR will he do it to truly spur Art into a game changing rage and unlock his fighting spirit? And as the scene unfolded I belived it was the latter. And it was NOT for Zendaya because he could've easily thrown the match like she said but NO he wanted Art to win fair and square. He wanted to help him do that.

That wordless communication they share? That Zendayas just sat on the outside of not undertanding but worried? Golden. The brutal match and then that gorgeous smile. When I think Art realises what his friend has done and really why he did it. And Patricks, the sheer joy of seeing Art smile at him again. That beautiful, fly through the air and that throw of his own racket down so he can catch Art as he gloriously wins the match. Because tennis was never really what mattered to Patrick, and neither was it really to Art. And despite it being Arts victory they've really both won.

And Zendayas roar of victory from the crowd to me was almost funny. Because she won too. Her husband, her extension of her own career and self won his match with his challenge. His/her past. She also sees it as a victory even though I really won't be suprised if it's lost her both her husband and her back up career/boyfriend. And maybe she won't mind that so much because she got what she wanted. Because she was playing a different game.

Also banging soundtrack, loved it. Also this is just my view of the film and it really can be read multiple ways I'm sure, would love to hear other peoples ideas on it! What can I say I just love some bi emotional drama!

Also Im seeing it again friday so any incorrect quotes, extra thoughts or such I'll probs fix then haha