#wanted to draw one again and couldn't decide so here's nearly all of them lol

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oops all sparkledogs

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“To Cybertron And Back.” — [TFP] Optimus Prime

Notes: Optimus x Human Reader. This has been sitting in my drafts for like a year now— so I decided it was about time I post it hehe. I used to write a lot of Transformers stuff, but it’s very old and very cringey so I probably wont post any of that. However, I am wanting to write and possibly draw some Transformers stuff so this certainly isn’t the last time you’ll be seeing of them. If you have any ideas for them, lemme know. I was also originally thinking of making this a book, but I probably wont do that now lol. Maybe one day if ppl want it? No promises. Also this is unedited because I'm lazy and tired so it might be crap. Thank you for reading! Take care! <;3

Warnings: mentions of violence, mentions of death, mentions of injury, mature language,

(If you want to be tagged in my future Transformers related posts, feel free to let me know and I’ll happily tag you!)

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Gunfire rained down, echoing across the battlefield and mixing with the sound of the pelting rain. Her hair clung to her face like glue, forcing her to push it away so it wouldn't compromise her sight. One of the mech's near her was shot to the ground, causing her to stumble from the impact. Her palms stung as she caught herself, rolling out of the way of another body. Her breathing was ragged as she quickly picked herself up and ran to the nearest bolder. Hoping to find some sort of cover. Y/n skidded to a stop, as one of the Decepticons nearly crushed her beneath their giant metal foot. Instead, having of crushed the bolder she was hoping would semi protect her. A small whine emitted from the mouth of the human, but she couldn't stop now, if she wanted to survive she had to keep moving. Her heart hammered against her ribcage as she picked herself up once more. Ignoring the aching of her limbs as she ran for cover. This patrol had turned into something far more dangerous. Y/n knew that the Autobots wouldn't have allowed her to come along if they thought for a moment that the Decepticons would make an appearance. She had asked to come, and it was just a simple patrol. Raf had homework to do, Jack was at work, and it was just her and Miko. The two females tended to get into a bit of trouble when together. When Bulkhead and Bumblebee claimed they were going on patrol, the humans jumped at the chance to join them.

They never expected it to turn out like this.

"Miko!" The h/c girl shouted, spotting the familiar pink and black haired girl. Despite being a few years older, both considered each other to be close friends. Miko whipped around at the sound of her name, eyes wide as she too was almost crushed by a Decepticon. "Y/n!"

With little to nothing surrounding them for miles, there weren't many options they could use for shelter. The vast expanse of desert they were in was just about it. Not to mention that their sight was compromised due to the pouring rain. Arcee and Optimus had joined the scene via groundbridge what felt like hours ago, but even then the Autobots were vastly outnumbered. Y/n ignored the risk of running straight through the battle to get to her friend, knowing they might have a better chance of getting out of here unscathed if they were together.

"Are you crazy!? Don't run straight through the fight!" Miko screamed, dodging another stomp. But her warnings had fallen upon deaf ears, for with all this commotion it'd be hard to hear her even if they were side by side.

Y/n ignored the risks. Miko was her top priority right now, nothing else mattered.

Her e/c eyes widened as she dodged a swipe made for her by none other than Starscream. Of course the Seeker attempted to grab for the squirmy human, most likely to use against the Autobots as an upper hand. The female let out a shreik as he tried again, only to be tackled by Arcee. Y/n ducked under the massive bodies above her, trying to increase her speed to get to Miko faster. Unfortunately, she wasn't able to dodge the next set of servos that made a move for her. This time, coming from the Deception she knew as Knockout. "Get your crusty hands off of me!" She screamed, struggling in his grasp.

"Believe me, I don't want to touch you either." Knockout hissed in disgust, tightening his grip on her. Turning towards the Autobots he waved her around as if dangling a piece of bait. "Stand down, or the little human gets it."

The once loud battlefield was suddenly struck with an even louder silence. No one dare move, no one dare breathe. Even Miko who had found her way to Bulkhead was eerily silent and still. "Looks like Starscream had the right idea." Knockout mused, glancing down at the still struggling maiden in his servo.

Optimus put his blasters away, and slowly the other's followed. "Let her go."

"And why would he do that?" It was Breakdown who spoke, stalking up to his friend.

"Because if he doesn't, I'll shove my blaster up his-"

"Arcee." Optimus cut her off, narrowing his optics down towards the femme in warning.

"Yes, Arcee. Care to finish that sentence?" Starscream beckoned, smirking widly on his side of the field.

Y/n winced at tight grasp Knockout held on her, the rain seemed to have only increased and thunder roared overhead as if angry at the current situation. There was no way that the Deceptions would just hand her over. She knew that much. And she was proven correct when she overheard one of them mention something along the lines of an exchange. The females eyes widened and she banged her fists down upon Knockouts servo angrily. "Too afraid I'll be too much trouble for you, cowards! The human alliance clearly works for the Autobots, maybe you could learn something from them!"

"Quiet you!" Knockout snapped, giving her a good squeeze in an attempt to shut her up.

Y/n bit back a cry of pain at the action, which only made her determination grow stronger. She knew Optimus would not hesitate to put himself on the line for her. And she'd be damned if she let him. "Or perhaps you're too dimsighted! What, the mighty Deceptions can't take care of a weak human? Pathetic! Grow some damn balls you ignorant bastards!" Maybe insulting them wasn't the best idea, but it was all she had.

"Y/n." Prime warned, taking a step forward but not daring to take another after Starscream pointed his blaster at the female.

"Pathetic! I'll show you pathetic! I say just be rid of her!" Said Seeker snarled, if he had a nose Y/n was sure it'd be wrinkled in disgust.

"Calm down, Starscream. Let's be smart about this."

"Can't exactly be smart when you're the opposite." Y/n jested, ignoring her pain.

"That mouth of yours will be your end, stupid girl." Knockout huffed, tempted to just chuck her and run.

"Go ahead. Kill me. I dare you."

"Enough from the human! Optimus, it's you or her!" Ignoring Starscreams words, the female managed to get the pepper spray she had tucked away. She was hoping that she could drag on the conversation long enough that she could make a move, and luckily for her the Deceptions had bought it.

"Do not harm her, I will go with you willingly."

"Wise choice," He didn't get to finish because Y/n lifed her arm, spray in hand, and shot it all over Knockouts face, being sure to aim for his optics. Out of surprise, the male loosened his grip on her enough that she managed to pry his fingers open. However, now she was plummeting to the ground. At least she wasn't being bartered anymore.

Breakdown's leg shot out in a poor attempt to catch her, or perhaps slow down her fall. And it had worked for a second, but it wasn't long till she rolled right off and thudded onto the ground at an awkward angle. A cry left the mouth of the human, but she didn't have time to dwell on her pain as the Deceptions made another attempt to grab at her. Forcing herself to move, Y/n rolled out of the way of Starscream's hand. Who had been shot at by Bumblebee, the Autobots didn't hesitate to shoot at the remaining Deceptions all the while rushing forward to try and save their human friend.

"Disgusting brat!" Knockout was furious, but instead of trying to get her back into his possession he began to shoot in her direction. The heat from his blasts burned at her skin, though they had yet to actually hit her. Though she knew it was only a matter of time. Y/n forced herself to sit up, and with every ounce of strength stood and began to rush towards the Autobots to the best of her abilities. Her right leg hurt like a bitch, and she was sure she had a concussion. Not to mention it was getting harder to breathe by the second and she guessed it might be because something was puncturing or pressing on her lungs.

Her sight was beginning to become fuzzy though she could still make out Optimus' figure as he tried to get to get to her. There were a few Deceptions in his path that he had to deal with first. But she wasn't too worried about him. With Knockout still hot on her trail, Y/n tried her hardest to keep from his reach. That was easier said than done. She managed to see the lights of a groundbridge swirl into view from the corners of her eyes. She knew it was the Autobots' when she saw Bulkhead usher Miko through. Her heart swelled at the knowledge that Miko was safe, but it seemed that this was enough to distract her and Knockout took it to his advantage. Because this time, one of his blasts had managed to hit her. Y/n was flung forwards from the hit, smashing into the ground. Dirt and debris flew in the air with her, and for once she was glad that it was raining so hard.

Y/n's ears rung so loudly, it was all she could hear. Darkness clouded her vision and after a few moments of simply lying there she realized it was because her eyes were closed. It took a lot of strength just to peel her eyes open, and when she did it wasn't long till the pain made itself aware. Succombing her and wrapping her up in it's embrace. The pain was so unbearable she began to slip in and out of contiousness. She didn't know how long she was laying there, curled in on herself in the rain. But before long Ratchet made an appearance and scooped her up in his arms. She cried out in pain from the contact, only hearing muffled voices in return. She was placed onto something hard and cool, and Y/n guessed it was one of the berths in the Autobots medbay.

She could see blurry images of faces, but she couldn't really make out who was who. There was shouting and other noises but most of it was slurred together. Y/n mumbled out something incoherent before fully drifting off into blackness.

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"She's waking up!"

Y/n's eyes fluttered open, before being rudely blinded by a bright light. The female hissed in annoyance as she shut her eyes once more. She felt light headed and boy was she starving.

"Y/n."

The voice was familiar as it spoke to her, but she wasn't fully aware yet. The sound of whirring and beeping machines entered her mind and she blinked her eyes open in confusion. She was hooked up to multiple different machines, and her brow creased in confusion. Sitting up was a bad idea, the room spun and she was smacked with a strong wave of nausea. Instantly her hand went to her head to steady herself.

"Woah, Woah. Relax. Move slowly, you've been out of comossion for a while."

Y/n glanced up towards the source o the voice, squinting so she could get a better look at who it belonged to. "Ratchet?" Groaning the female bit back the urge to vomit.

"Careul, Y/n. You have a long recovery ahead of you." He warned, steadying her with his servos.

"Recovery? What.. What happened?" Forcing her eyes to open once more, she took metal note of where she was. The Autobot base, and by the looks of it, it seemed to be pretty late. The only other bot in the room was Optimus, who was also by her side, studying her silently. Intensely.

"You don't remember?" He asked, head tilting to the side ever so slightly.

Y/n shook her head.

"That's not uncommon in these kinds of situations." She made sure not to move as Ratchet scanned her to check her vitals more clearly. "You have been uncontious for three weeks, after all. Brain fog is one of the many symptoms."

Y/n's head snapped in his direction, and she cursed at her own movements. "Three weeks?! Tell me you're fucking with me."

Ratchet scoffed, "I am doing no such thing. You were pretty roughed up when we finally were able to get you back to base safely. I was unsure if you'd even make it. And you wouldn't have, if..." He trailed off, glancing over to the side to avoid eye contact.

Y/n scrunched her brows together, even more confused. "If?"

"If I hadn't given you a sliver of my spark." Optimus mumbled, eyeng the female closely.

Now she really was going to vomit- "Ack! Do not get your bodily fluids on this table! Please!"

"H-How? Is that even possible?" Y/n asked incredulously, managing to control her stomach.

"Well, clearly. Since the two of you are alive." Ratchet grumbled, walking over with a translucent bag of energon. Y/n watched with wide eyes as he hooked it up to the IV that was attached to her arm.

"I'm sorry- I thought energon was poisonous to humans?" She shrieked, tempted to yank the damn thing from her arm.

"Normally, it is. But with your current situation.. We've found that energon has been helping drastically with your recovery. Now that you have Optimus's spark inside of you-"

"Hold on! Where exactly?" Y/n looked between the two with a look of bewilderment. Optimus had always been good at hiding his emotions, and even now she had no idea what he was thinking.

"Your heart. Think of it as a transplant." Ratchet pointed to her chest with one of his digits. He said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, and she supposed it was. A spark was basically a heart, after all.

Y/n looked more confused than ever. "I'm getting a migraine... " She muttered, gripping onto her head with both hands.

"Y/n, your conditions when we brought you here were... severe. All of our courses of treatment weren't working. Your heart could not handle the effects of the energon blast Knockout had inflicted on you. It was eating you from the inside out, and because of your organic tissues, it was only spreading and putting all of your organs into failure. " She glanced towards Prime as he informed her of the situation, listening intently so she'd fully understand what had happened to her. Ah, yes.. Knockouts blast. Now she remembered.

"Your body was not made to handle the effects of energon. The only way we could think of possibly changing that was if energon became of value to your system. Hence the idea of a spark transplant. However, we figured we didn't need the whole spark, just a small portion of it. Optimus was the one who vulonteered to be the transplant doner. Despite all of us disagreeing."

After hearing this, Y/n glanced towards her guardian in.  "But you didn't know if you'd survive. Why would you risk that?"

"It was a nesissary risk I was willing to take. I made a promise that there would be no human casualties. And as your guardian, it also falls upon me to protect you. You are my responsibility, Y/n. And I care for you, if you had passed - I do not know what I would have done." He caressed her face with one of his digits gently, the action only caused the female to smile. Tears leaked from her eyes at the new set of information, and she didn't hesitated to reach up and hold onto him lovingly.

"Thank you, Optimus. You are too kind for this world. I only wish that someday there will be something I can do to repay you."

"There will be no need for that. You being alive and well is all I could ask for." He smiled in return, and she nuzzled into his hand gently.

"How did you come up with giving me a part of a spark?" She asked, glancing between the two of them. She had always been quite curious, sometimes even too much for her own good. Y/n was constantly asking questions, especially when she first joined team Prime.

"Like I mentioned before, we needed energon to become of value to your body. Something that it would need to thrive on. To become a primary component, if you will. We thought of entering it into your blood stream, but we still needed a way for it to be important for your body to function. We eventually came up with a theory of a spark transplant. If we could get your heart to pump energon, then it would become vital for your survival. It took many hours and even still you hardly made it. Primus, even Optimus nearly passed on. But in the end, you both recovered slowly but surely." Ratchet hummed, continuing on with his examination.

"I must admit. I was highly skeptic that this would work. And the fact that it did is groundbreaking. A true miracle."

Y/n's head buzzed with all this new information, with all the new questions she had. "So- does that mean I have to ingest energon now? Can I eat human food?"

"You should be able to eat and drink just fine. But you will need energon injections every so often. If you want to stay alive."

Y/n hummed in acknowledgment, finally taking the sight of her own body. She was covered with multiple different bandages, and her right leg was wrapped in a brace. Most of the bandages were on one side. Optimus took notice of her starring and drew her attention by speaking. "You got lucky, Knockouts blast had more or less grazed you. If you had been hit head on, you would not be alive."

Y/n smiled, "But I am alive, thanks to you."

Optimus met her smile with one of his own. But before anything else could be said, sudden commotion brought the two's attention elsewhere.

"Y/n!" Bulkhead scrambled into the room, followed by both Arcee and Bumblebee. The latter chirping in what she could only guess was excitement.

"Hey guys," the famle waved meekly, her meds beginning to ware off and she started to feel her exhaustion creep up on her. One would think that because she's been asleep for three weeks, she wouldn't be as tired.

"Glad to see you're back. You gave us a real scare." Arcee said, placing her hands on her hips.

"Miko's gonna be so excited! She visits you daily, along with the other's of course." Bulkhead piped up.

Bumblebee added in his own chorus of whirs and beeps, and Y/n meerily pretended she knew what he was saying.

Optimus, sensing his beloved's exhaustion, managed to convince the other bots to leave the room and give her a bit of space. They could visit her once again in the morning.

"Wanted me all to yourself, huh?" Y/n yanwed, a small and sleep smirk crawling onto her face.

Optimus let out a soft chuckle, "Perhaps."

Y/n yawned once more, reaching up towards the Prime and giving him little grabby hands. Something she did anytime she wanted to cuddle with him. Optimus carefully scooped her up in his servos and climbed into the med bay berth. Once he laid down and got himself comfortable, he gently set Y/n down on his chassis. Cupping her gently with one of his hands, as if he was shielding her from many dangers. "I love you, Optimus."

He felt himself begin to heat up at the words, he had heard them before but only once or twice. And never often, they had just reached that place in their relationship after all. "I love you too, Y/n. More than you know."

Y/n smiled, enjoying the sound of his spark beating beneath his metal chest plates. And enjoying the idea that a piece of that spark was beating inside of her as well. "To Cybertron and back?" She whispered, nuzzling into his lightly.

Optimus hummed, closing his own optics. "To Cybertron and back." He confirmed, drifting off into recharge with the love if his life safely curled on his chest.

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Extra:

"He never left your side, y'know." Y/n glanced towards Miko at the sound of her voice. She hummed at the set of information.

"I figured as much."

"He also totally wrecked Knockout. I was surprise he let the mech live."

Y/n's eyes nearly popped out of her head. "I'm sorry?"

"Oh yeah, once he saw you get hit Big Red practically went on a rampage. Most of the Decepitcons fled, and Knockout left crying about his precious finish. It was very cool. Despite you practically dying and all. I've never seen Prime show that much emotion before. Let alone get so angry. " Miko glanced at her friend to see her face a firey shade of red that put Ratchet to shame.

"Let me guess, hearing that totally turned you on?"

"Yup. Big time."

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A Brief Analysis on Gojo's Astrological Chart Plus the Type of Partner He'd Need

A/N: I am basing this off of their sun, moon, rising, etc... The goal is to find a partner that can help them grow and/or compliment their character. we'll see!

Disclaimer: I am not a professional reader. I only do astrology for fun. Nothing grand lol so enjoy my analysis on the honored one.

Gojo's Introduction-

Assuming he was born in Tokyo, this makes him a Sagittarius sun, Pisces Moon, and Capricorn Venus. Let's take a small look into his relationships with people. He has his 3rd house in Gemini (Mental activity, learning, communication) and I think it's really funny because Nanami has his Venus in Gemini so I think the reason why he puts up with him is because he can understand his form of communication (its a Gemini Venus thing).

Now, his 5th house (romance, children, fun) is literally in Leo. He's extravagant, big, and loves to draw attention to his partners and make others feel special. He is kind, protective, and straightforward. Family wise, they desire balance and harmony (hence his possible want to raise megumi *cries*). Overall, he can be pretty dreamy in his emotions (moon in Pisces- 12th house). He's able to sit in his own sadness. He tries to be reserved about his emotions so as to not bother. At his best, he can be gentle and decisive, however at his worst he can be impulsive and stubborn.

What kind of partner they'd need:

Straight off the go, he'd need someone to stabilize his water moon. Potentially an Earth moon (preferably Taurus) here to compliment his Earth Venus. He will best fit with someone who can rationally ground him all while having patience. A partner who is able to travel with him would be ideal since his Mercury is in Sagittarius, he'll want to venture out (he's able to stay home and play chess, but not for too long). Plus, traveling helps him mentally ease so it’s almost like therapy. His love for travel may result in him learning a new language (bonus points if he has an s/o that speaks another language! He'll love to get to know about your language/culture).

Regarding love, his Venus in Capricorn makes him a traditional partner who deep down values loyalty and stability. One thing to note is that they do NOT like to get into a relationship unless they know the other person is interested. So again, a patient partner is what he'd need. Ideally, they need a partner who will reassure them. Someone who can sit through and put up with his walls all while showing some emotional vulnerability.

it sucks to say, but it's like a showdown. "You show me first, then I'll show you" kind of energy. This could be his fear of vulnerability since he doesn't want to be the only one giving more in the picture. So you’d have to be okay with making first moves here and there. (Poor baby just needs reassurance).

Also- I read his Chiron and I'm sobbing. It says, "(unhealing children)... may compensate by creating their own big family, by constantly dealing with the past, or by deciding to never become parents in order to never cause pain to their children."

Speaking of children, I feel he may be very hesitant on kids. While he did raise Megumi, having children of his own nearly scares him. Descendants of Gojo Satoru, the honored one? He'll think it twice since he won't want children being born under such a title that will eventually weigh them down. However, I do see a possibility of hope. If his partner helps him raise Megumi, or in the case that he sees that she's a teacher or works with kids then maybe... maybe there is hope.

One of the biggest reasons why he could have fallen for you was your nurturing personality. You looked out for Megumi when he couldn't. You packed him a lunch before a mission that made his heart warm. Sure, he could have stopped at a station to buy food, but it doesn't beat the thought that you were considerate enough to think about him.

I see his partner being one of two. 1). They are nurturing, patient, loving, but independent. They bring a sense of home and security to Gojo. It’s like- while he brings the physical safety, chaotic energy, and monetary support, you put the nurture in love; creating this safe space where he can settle down and be Satoru Gojo (not Gojo Satoru).

This partner would have to also keep up with his witty comebacks. He’s like this water current- you have to keep up with him or else he’ll feel like you’re not interested in him. So if you’re active in conversation (big love language for Geminis), he’s yours.

Partner 2). would have to challenge his beliefs, his witt, but at the same time share some common ground. Maybe they’re a bit ‘stuck up’ like Nanami (you know what I mean) but they’re very good at observing others. This partner has to be able to call out Gojo when needed, leveling him.

Additionally, I seem him 1,000% with a partner that also had to grow up too fast. Someone who can share his loss of childhood. A real relationship where these two are healing their inner child(ren) is ideal. Preferably when Gojo is the one pushing that partner to relax and simply enjoy life.

a/n: I have more things to add, but I'll leave this out here for people to freeky add what they think and what their interpretations are.

Let me know what character you'd like to hear from next!

[ethanharli]

Requested: On Wattpad

Pairing(s): Steve Rogers x Top Male Reader

Warning(s): Smutt, Nsfw, Bottom Steve, Top Reader, daddy kink, biting, slightly public sex, slight cum denial.

A/n- .. I'm rusty lol

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"Should I say the pledge or?" I tilted my head in confusion, sipping away at my coffee while my gaze lazily trailed over Steve's body, seeing him in his Captain America uniform, but my eyes lingered a little longer on his figure then I'd ever be willing to admit. Steve's eyebrow twitched in annoyance that I so happily inflicted upon him, not caring for the stares of Nat' and Tony as they shared a knowing look. "You should learn some respect" He shot back, yet before I could make another comment he then stood tall and shrugged his shoulders, "Sorry, I forget men of your nature know nothing of respect" The grin that spread across his face had my nose twitching in irritation. My upper lip nearly curling up in a snarl, but I hid it well behind my coffee mug.

"At least 'men like me' have more of a backbone then good little soldiers like you" I practically growled out the words, anger slowly stinging through my veins like molten metal. But I couldn't stop the wolfish grin from spreading on my face at the sight of him, his fists clenched at his sides, his teeth gritting together in obvious irritation and if this were a cartoon I'd think there'd be fume coming from his ears. Steve about came running at me until Nat rested her hand on his shoulder, Tony making sure to stand between us like some sort of barrier. "What do you get out of being an ass?" Steve shot back, glaring at me through narrowed eyes that held no affect against me. So pushing myself off of the counter I sent another smirk his way, but it felt weaker than before, "Language Cap'."

I could feel his eyes bore into my back as I walked away, not knowing why I even bothered to push the argument, hell I don't even know why I started one in the first place, but pushing those thoughts away I let a different one flood through my mind.

He looks good in that suit.

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It's been a couple of hours after that, and I decided to sit on the roof to take in the cold breeze that flicked through the air, sending a deep chill to my bones that I much appreciated. However everything looked magical at this time of night, the sky coated in a pallet of blues and purples, the stars shinning as bright as they could against the light of the city below, which bustled with life and at some point I could've sworn I saw flashes of blue and red swinging about. Barley hearing the door open behind me, I continued to stare towards the city, gently tapping my heal against the wall of the tower as I let out a drawn out sigh of content. "It's nice out here" The sudden voice didn't faze me, only nodding in return while Steve stood besides me, his arms crossed over his broad chest.

"What do you want? You never come around me of your own violation" I grumbled out, feeling a twinge of regret right after I said it. I've never been much of a people person, but when it comes to Steve I don't know- I just don't know how to make conversation with him, doesn't matter how badly I want to, I always mess it up one way or another. "You know what, nevermind-! I came out here to be civil and have an actual conversation with you but you obviously don't know what 'civil' is" He spat out the word, leaving me with a vile taste in my mouth as I stood from my spot and turned towards him, glaring at him with narrowed eyes.

"Civil? Civil?! Oh that's fucking rich! The great Captain America wants to lecture me on being civil!" I shouted, my hands shooting up in exasperation, anger slowly starting to bubble up within me as I took a step towards him, forcing him to take a step back.

"Maybe I wouldn't have to if you'd stop acting like a street thug!" He retorted, holding my vicious glare with his own, taking another step back when I took another step forward.

"Yeah well this 'street thug' didn't even get a fucking thank you for saving your life! Is it so fucking hard for someone as 'great' and 'amazing' as you," My words came out dangerously low, trapping the slightly shorter man against the metal door, my hand slamming down besides his head as I spat out the words. "To tell someone 'like me' a simple thank you? I got hospitalized and in the end the only ones that thanked me were the one's I didn't even save."

I didn't even notice the way his face heated up from the close proximity, being to wrapped up in my own bubble that I just couldn't pay attention. "Is it really that impossible for you to tell me something so simple just because of my profession?!" I couldn't even feel the way his hands gripped at my coat, "Cause if that's the case then fine! I'm so fucking sorry for caring-!" My words were cut short when I was suddenly yanked forwards, feeling a pair of soft lips press against my own in a desperate motion that left me breathless. My hands immediately found their way to his hips, pressing his back firmly against the metal door as his hands traveled up into my hair, his fingers tangling into the [H/c] strands while mine slowly slipped under the hem of his shirt, feeling his bare skin against my fingertips.

"You talk to much" He mumbled out softly, pulling me closer against him until our bodies were completely connected, and I couldn't tare my gaze away from those beautiful blue eyes that I didn't even know how much I adored until now. "You're insufferable" I growled out playfully, not truly meaning the words but from the smile that tugged at his lips I could tell he knew that. I was pleasantly surprised when he lifted his leg up to hook around my hip, and knowing his intention I happily placed my hands under his thighs and hoisted him up, his legs instantly wrapping around my hips as he quickly yanked off his shirt, as I did the same. Letting my hands wander up his toned body while my leg helped keep him propped up against the door.

My heart practically hammered in my chest, and I could only hope he felt the same when I slowly dragged my tongue up from the base of his neck to his ear, taking his earlobe between my teeth to give it a small tug, feeling a light sting in my lower abdomen when I heard a choked gasp come from his parted lips, along with a few heavy pants that brought a wolfish grin to my face. "Damn, we barley even started and you're already panting like a bitch in heat" I purred, moving a hand down to run over his growing erection, "Ah!" I couldn't help but lick my upper lip in a slow motion, feeling my excitement grow from all the cute reactions he makes. Letting out a low chuckle I pressed my tongue against his shoulder, opening my mouth to leave a harsh bite, "F-Fuck!" He cursed, panting heavily as I press my nose to the base of his neck, biting down there as well while my thumbs graze over his nipples.

"D-Daddy.." I froze at the name, surprise evident on both our faces but a deep red blush manages to crawl up his neck and cheeks while a long smirk tugged at my lips. "I-Im so sorry-" I quickly shut him up by capturing his lips with my own, pressing my hips against his own to create some sort of friction as my thumbs begin to roll over his nipples, toying with them almost agonizingly slow. Drawing my tongue over his bottom lip I felt him moan into the kiss as I slipped my tongue inside, our tongues brushing together in heated desperation until I pulled back for air, a string of saliva connected to our lips as a deep chuckle reverberated throughout my chest, bringing my lips to his ear, my hands slowly working at his pants. "C'mon baby boy, say it again."

"Daddy.." He moaned out breathlessly as I lifted him up further to pull down his pants and boxers, just enough to make it easy as I wrapped my hand around his cock, rubbing my thumb over his swollen tip, "D-Daddy!" My tongue darted over my upper lip once more as he pressed his forehead against my own, his arms gripping onto my shoulders tightly as I moved my hand at a faster pace, loving the way his mouth parted with sharp breaths that I could see in the chilly air that couldn't even nip at our skin because of the heat between us. "Fuck!" Steve shuddered in my arms when I suddenly pressed my thumb against his tip, holding back his orgasm as he looked at me with pleading eye's, his sweaty blonde hair sticking to his face as he let out a low whimper, "P-Please.. Please let me cum."

"Not yet baby, now suck" My voice was steady and commanding as I brought my fingers to his lips, feeling my own erection twitch uncomfortably in my pants when he happily took three fingers into his mouth. The warmth of his mouth forced a drawn out groan from my lips, wondering if next time he'd take my cock instead. But forcing the thoughts down I pressed the pad of my middle finger against his tongue, watching as he stuck his tongue out his mouth, drool slowly dripping down it in a motion that nearly had me hypnotized until I looked into his eyes, using my other hand to slowly cup his cheek, "This'll feel uncomfortable at first, okay? If you want me to stop just tell me alright?" And with a swift nod from him I brought him back into a kiss to distract him from my fingers.

My middle finger slowly pushed inside him, but I made sure to keep him distracted with rough kisses and harsh love bites that had him whimpering in my grasp, and slowly I added another digit. A low hiss slipped past his parted lips, causing me to freeze for a moment until he gave me a reassuring nod, but even then I made sure to take it slow, moving my fingers in a scissoring motion that left him breathless. "Daddy-" He whimpered out, pressing his hips down onto my fingers after a few moments, "Daddy please.. Please fuck me, I need it.." He groaned out, looking up into my eyes with a hazy gaze that made me weak.

"Who knew you were good at begging" I mocked lightly, but my own erection made itself known from the tightness of my pants, so hoisting him up some more I quickly pulled them down, letting my cock spring free as I rested one hand on the top of the door frame, making sure he was secure between the door and I, "You ready?" I asked, watching as he gave a quick nod. So in a slow motion I pressed my cock against his entrance and slowly pushed it in, instantly moving my hand to hook under his thigh to stable him, "F-Fuck- Daddy!" He groaned out, panting heavily and it took everything in me not to just start pounding into him, simply relishing in the feeling of his tight walls around me until he got adjusted.

A few moment's passed until he finally gave me the go ahead, so I slowly began to thrust into him, both of us letting out pleasured groans as I began to quick up speed, "Nng! D-Daddy! F-Faster, please" Steve begged in a low whimper, his nails digging into my back as I hooked both hands both hands under his knees, gaining better access as I pounded into him, "Daddy!!" He shouted as a groan slipped past my lips, feeling my core begin to tighten as I listen to his moans and whimpers. "Fuck baby, you're so fucking tight" I let out a small hiss from the way his walls wrapped around me drawing me closer to my orgasm as he dragged his nails down my back, and I knew they'd leave marks.

"P-Please! Please let me cum- Please!" He whimpered desperately, so pulling him into a quick kiss I nodded my head, "Go ahead baby, cum for daddy" I grinned watching as he slowly unraveled, his cum coating both our lower abdomens and soon after I caught my own relief, releasing my cum deep inside him, "Ah!" He let out a surprised moan, slightly trembling in my arms. So carefully pulling out of him and setting him down, I made sure to grab my shirt and clean him up, wiping away any left over cum.

But I couldn't stop the small that seemed to spread on my face, my heart warming softly in my chest as I looked over his peaceful yet tired expression. "What are you doing..?" He asked groggily, looking up at me with a hazy gaze.

"Cleaning you up idiot, I'm not a complete asshole, now lets get you to bed."

[xnchxntmxnt]

Hey this is for your matchups which again yayyy congrats on nearly 200!! Anyways for my matchup:

1-3) My nickname is Em, she/her and idm who you pair me with

4) I'd describe myself as shy at first then once you get to know me I'll open up, an overthinker and I like to be organized

My hobbies are writing, I really love it alot, I also like to draw if I get time and I love music alot too

In a partner I'd look for someone who makes me laugh and who's patient

For dealbreakers it's pretty general but I couldn't be with someone who doesn't consider other ppl's feelings

5) I don't have an aesthetic but I like pastel aesthetics but then I also like dark aesthetics and light academia so it's a mix I guess

6) Colours to describe me would be teal blue and silver, well according to you anyways

7) Right now I'd say my favourite song is  Tru Luv Street by Awfultune or Fight Night Champion by Cyberbully Mom Club

8) Idk about a specific genre but some artists I like rn are: Awfultune, Carpetgarden, Cavetown, Clem Turner, Cyberbully Mom Club, Girl in Red, Joji, Lorde, Matt Maltese and Twenty One Pilots (sorry that's alot)

9) Ooh and I wanted to include that my favourite book is Radio Silence by Alice Oseman

Thank you in advance and also ily, you deserve all the love and more!! <3

EM MY BELOVED I HAVE DONE IT

@sugasfanfics this was so fun wtf like-- ugh i love this

ANYWAY i know i already kinda spilled the beans but im gonna match you with....

✧𝐴𝑘𝑎𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑖 𝐾𝑒𝑖𝑗𝑖✧

AGASHIII

and no it's not just because you're already in love w him i have good reasoning behind this because i said so anyWAY

✧𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑀𝑒𝑡✧

how you met, for in case you cant see my fancy text

Cafe

C a f e

But like

A cafe specifically for nerds

This is just my like 2nd dream job okay but like hear me out

They have coffee & tea & a bookshelf full of old books and a chalkboard

You can write all over the chalkboard

You write super tiny and just let a little mini vent out in the corner because you’re stressed out and need to get everything off your chest

BUT you come back the next day and there’s a little note in the same little corner

Your message is gone

But instead is a little note from someone

“If you ever need to talk to someone, let me know”

And an Instagram username

So you give it a shot and you’re like why not talk to this random person Y’know maybe make a new friend if anything just thank them for the offer

You message him and start talking (and low key stalk his page just to see what he’s like, or maybe that’s just me being a snoop) and he’s actually really cool! So you guys meet up and get coffee and actually start talking all the time it’s really sweet

✧𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠✧

general headcanons

When i think of akaashi, I think of stars

When i think of you, i think of picnics and for some reason, water

Like the ocean

SO EVEN IF ITS NOT THE OCEAN

Your ‘spot’ is by this lake where he took you on a date one time

Maybe for an anniversary or something

But you guys did a little picnic dinner thing and were out when the sun went down so sat and stared at the stars

You buried a rock there and both of you like to stand on that spot where the rock is when youre there with the other

Or send the other a picture like “hiii baby look what i found” w your shoe in the picture

Bokuto is your #1 shipper high key

Like he thinks you two are so cute

He loves you so much too like

He and akaashi are kinda a package deal so like if ur dating akaashi ur dating bokuto just with less kissing (bokuto likes to kiss your cheek or forehead) (after making sure this was ok with akaashi of course) (ur his girlfriend of course)

But anyway just bokuto

He’s so sweet

And so clueless

You two will be walking together and then he’ll just walk up behind you and sling his arms over your shoulders

If youre holding hands w akaashi? He’ll put his hand over both of yours

God now i wanna write a fic but anyway

Bo is just the sweetest and is akaashi’s #1 hype man when he’s worried about a date

He’s ur #2 bc im ur #1 sorry to tell u

Bo totally tried to coin the platonic soulmates thing i love you kou but gtfo my em

Im arguing with fictional characters

ANYWAY

When akaashi is stressed he likes to wrap his arms around you and lay his head against your neck

He’ll never admit it out loud because he thinks its weird but he thinks you smell nice

When he’s starting to overthink too much + spiral he just will grab you and hug you until all the bad thoughts go away

When he thinks to of course

When he doesn’t, there are times you gotta find him and calm him down

Which he loves so much

Sit him down on the floor so he feels more grounded and hold his hand (or hook pinkies that's so cute i jhbflebf) (not the time spencer gtfo)

That way ur not crowding him but you’re still there y'know

And sometimes he’ll talk, sometimes you need to talk him down, sometimes you just sit in silence

Eventually he will lean forward into you and hug you because he doesn't want to talk, but he wants you to know he’s okay

Rub his back, kiss his head, you’ll both be okay

He’s really good with you too

When you’re stressed out he might push a couple buttons but he means well

He just wants to know who made his star upset (he calls you his star or darling convince me otherwise)

So he pushes buttons until you finally talk about it because obviously it’s bothering you why wouldn't you talk about it?? He just wants to fix it??

Sometimes this gets more irritating, sometimes it helps, it depends on the day

But even if you do get into an argument, expect to hear from him before the end of the night apologizing because he feels so bad for arguing with you that he doesn’t even care what the argument was about he just wants to make sure you still love him

I think im getting off topic but tbh this part is always just me rambling lol

Another thing I think of when I think of akaashi is rain. I don't know why but i do

You have to at least know OF the notebook & the rain scene to get this

I don't know the book lol i just know this much and i'm a dork so we’re using it & some quotes just a heads up

But just imagine its pouring and you’re bored and text him like “i wish i could see you but its raining & we didn't really make plans & i don't want you to get caught in the rain anywhere”

This mfer

RUNS ALL THE WAY TO UR HOUSE

JUST SHOWS UP

OUT OF NO WHERE

And being the freakin

book nerd he is

He texts you and goes “I wrote you 365 letters.”

And then just “(come to the door and I’ll finish the quote)”

So you bolt to the front door

And there he is

Soaking wet & smiling like an idiot

“I wrote to you everyday for a year.”

To which you start laughing and barley are able to make out a “it wasn’t over’ (which is the beginning of the next quote) before kissing him

And this jerk pulls you out in the rain with him because WHAT is more romantic than kissing in the rain

Nothing

Anyway he ends up with a cold but you give him some of the clothes you probably stole from him to get into dry clothes and you cuddle under the covers with tea

After you smack him (playfully of course) because “you IDIOT keiji it's pouring out here!!” “I wanted to see you too so i ran over” “you're impossible”

Anyway yeah #emkaashiotp

✧𝐴 𝐷𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝐼𝑑𝑒𝑎✧

a date idea

Bookstore

I'm really good at naming places aren't i

Anyway

Bookstore date

But do something fun where the two of you have to go through an aisle and find a random page and read it in the like

How do i explain this

Make it sound suuuuper sexual without it actually being that way and not laugh

Whoever loses buys lunch

Lets just say you lose a lot dear im sorry (he insists on buying anyway, sometimes he wins that argument)

You’re smiley :) (guys her smile is so cute ebflbejfb em ILY)

Oh also doesn’t matter if he bought lunch or not he always gets you something

Whether it be that book you decided you couldn't get this time or a little trinket that reminded him of you, or sometimes it’s just ice cream

It’s all very sweet (hahaha pun)

He always walks you home and gives you a little kiss when he drops you off

Doesn’t leave till you’re inside & he knows you’re good

You make him promise to text you when he gets home

Which he does, without fail

✧𝑍𝑜𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑐 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦✧

zodiac compatibility

Sagittariuses are very intelligent, fair-minded & honest, similar to a Libra’s cleverness & rationale. Because of this similarity, trust is a huge thing in these relationships. It can be all or nothing, but finding balance is important to keep both people happy. Luckily, Libras are very good at this. From everything I’ve seen, these signs together have a very high compatibility and can have a very long-withstanding and healthy relationship.

✧𝐴𝑒𝑠𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑐✧

aesthetic

✧𝑃𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡✧

playlist

House of Gold - Twenty-One Pilots

Lvr Boy - awfultune

A Shitty Love Song - Jye

Darling Get Up - awfultune

Something Just Like This - Alex Goot

✧𝑅𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑈𝑝✧

runners up

Nishinoya Yuu, Sugawara Koushi

[sinsiriuslyemo]

Sorry but I couldn't help myself lol, but I was wondering if you could do a nevada imagine where a young college student who is what you would call a wholesome good girl but decides one night to cut loose and gets a lot more than she bargained for when she steps into one of his clubs ;)

When you’d originally decided to allow the university to randomly pair you with a roommate for your junior year, you thought it would serve as an opportunity to be spontaneous. To be open to the idea of making a new friend without meticulously stalking them on Facebook in attempts to find some common ground before actually meeting them. To get to know someone the old-fashioned way-- before the age of social media-- where you would actually engage in conversation and spend time with them. Of course when you’d made this decision you hadn’t taken into account that the college would pair you with someone who was so radically different from you.

You were what most people would call a “good girl”-- someone who took pride in her academic career, who would rather stay in on a Saturday night to study rather than get drunk with sloppy frat boys. Trisha, your roommate, on the other hand was what most referred to as a “party girl.” She was always going out on the weekends, and she always came back with an incredibly riveting story. A few times, she’d even invited you to come out with her, but you always had an excuse. Not tonight.

“You’re coming out with me.” It wasn’t a question, and you arched a brow as she combed through your side of the closet in search of an appropriate outfit.

“I don’t know--”

“Y/N, seriously, we’re in college. No one says you have to drink yourself stupid every weekend, but you should have some fun every once in awhile,” she replied, moving towards her own closet, picking out a white mini dress and holding it up to you. She smirked and nodded her head. “Put this on, I’ll do your makeup.”

“Do I just wear this with jeans or…”

“What? No, girl, it’s a mini dress. You wear it by itself, and you’ll look hot,” she answered.

You bit your bottom lip, and slowly changed into the dress, tugging the hem down, but only resulting in exposing more of your cleavage in doing so.

“It’s too small,” you mumbled as Trisha began to brush your hair, and straighten it.

“No, that’s how it’s supposed to look. I was right too, your ass looks amazing in it,” she replied with a proud grin. She made your makeup minimal, almost natural looking and smiled at her handiwork. “Perfect. Let’s go!”

“Where are we going?” you asked.

“A new club uptown,” she replied.

You had a bad feeling about this, and you made sure to let Trisha know, but of course she waved you off, once again insisting that you lighten up. Waving down a cab, she pulled you inside and gave the driver the name of the club.

“Just wait. We’ll get there, have a drink, dance, it’ll be fun!”

“I think our definitions of fun differ greatly,” you answered.

“Not tonight. Trust me,” she said. “Just at least give it a chance.”

You nodded your head, and looked out the window as the cab took you both uptown. Way uptown. Was this Washington Heights? How the hell did Trisha even know about this place?

Before you could ask your roommate if she was out of her mind, she got out of the cab, pulling you out behind her. Moving towards the back of the line that was almost halfway down the block, she smiled at you.

“What are we doing in this neighborhood?” you asked quietly.

“It’s supposed to be the hottest new dance club in the city,” she replied excitedly, her eyes shifting from you to something behind you. “Whoa,” she mumbled, and you followed her gaze to a group of men walking down the street. “He is hot,” she whispered.

You assumed she was referring to the man in the middle, clad in dark jeans that clung to his bottom half perfectly, a black button down shirt with the top buttons undone and a black leather jacket that seemed to have been tailored especially for him. His hair was impeccably coiffed and the scruff on his face gave him an air of character, though you did find it pretentious that he was wearing sunglasses despite it being ten o’clock at night.

As the group walked by, the middle man lowered his shades enough to show that his eyes were staring right at you, taking in your appearance for the briefest of moments before he pushed the sunglasses right back to the top of his nose. You saw him say something to the man on his right as they continued towards the entrance of the club, some of the patrons in line calling out to him in friendly greetings. A few seconds later, a man came up to you.

“You two, come with me,” he said. Trisha eagerly followed, towing you behind her while you tried to steady your hammering heart.

It was clear that the two of you didn’t belong. Mr. Leather Jacket had likely expressed as much to his friend, who was now escorting you away from the line. God was he going to kill you both or just put you in a cab and tell you to never come back? It was all very sketchy, especially when he not only led you directly into the club, but into the VIP section, where Mr. Leather Jacket himself sat in the center of a couch on the far wall, women and men alike surrounding him.

Still, despite the mess of people vying for his attention, he settled his gaze on you. The shades were off now, you could see them poking out from the inside of his front jacket pocket, and his arms were stretched on either side of the couch. The way he let his eyes roam over your form made you shiver and the smirk that came over his face had your heart pounding in your chest. You glanced at Trisha, who had already claimed a flute of champagne.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“Lighten up, Y/N! Have some champagne,” she replied, handing you a matching glass. “This place is amazing!”

You could feel Leather Jacket’s eyes still on you, but you dared not look over as Trisha clinked her glass against yours. Instinctively, you chugged some of the bubbly drink, making a face when you tasted the alcohol that reminded you it was not sparkling apple cider. With nowhere but the floor to spit it out in, you swallowed, putting down the glass and trying to leave.

When you turned, you nearly ran right into Leather Jacket -- when the hell had he gotten up?

“Excuse me,” you mumbled, trying to walk around him. His arm moved to block your path, hand wrapping around the railing.

“Leaving so soon, mami? You just got here,” he said with that smirk again, and you could feel your heart still pounding against your chest. Faint traces of cigar smoke and cologne met your nostrils, and you swallowed nervously. “You wanna dance?”

“I don’t exactly dance,” you replied, shaking your head.

“Ah si?” he replied, smirking stretching into an amused grin as he took a step toward you, the hand that wasn’t on the railing coming up to settle on your hip. “So, what do you do?”

You were nervous, turning your head to find your roommate but not finding her standing where she had been. Instead she was on the other side of the VIP section, talking and dancing. Her eyes met yours and she gave you a thumbs up.

“You wanna go somewhere quiet?” Leather Jacket asked against your ear, and a round of goosebumps broke over your skin as you looked back at him.

“I don’t want to leave my friend,” you answered.

“We won’t go far,” he said. “Te lo judo, mira, we’ll be right up there,” he added, pointing to a blacked out window above the VIP section. Because that wasn’t sketchy.

“No, I don’t think so,” you said, trying to smile politely. He returned your smile, the hand on your hip trailing down to link his fingers with yours.

“Come dance. I’ll lead,” he said, gently pulling you closer to him.

“I…” You looked back at Trisha, who was now in the lap of one of the men on the couch, laughing at something he was saying.

“Are you nervous, mami?” Leather Jacket asked against your ear, bringing your attention back to him.

“Honestly, yes.”

“I won’t bite unless you want me to,” he purred, inciting another tremble down your spine. You couldn’t be sure if it was fear, nervousness or the way his skin felt against yours, but one thing you did know was that your dress was doing very little to conceal your body’s reaction to him.

Before you knew what was happening, he was leading you by the hand down to the dance floor. When you reached the center of the crowded floor, he pulled you flush against him, hand resting on the small of your back while the other held your hand. His hips began to shake gracefully, guiding your own with the beat of the salsa music, and your heart began to race. The goosebumps that broke over your skin seemed to permanently embed themselves as he led you in the sensual dance. The smirk on his face was intoxicating, and even if you’d tried you couldn’t tear your eyes away from his, which you could now see were a mesmerizing green.

His head dipped until his lips were brushing against your neck as he asked, “What’s your name?”

“Y-Y/N,” you answered in a slightly shaky voice.

“That’s a nice name,” he purred.

You were surprised that you could even hear him over the music, but it seemed that nothing else interested you quite like he did. His scent was one that you hoped would remain on your clothing long after the encounter, and his voice was laced in sin and debauchery, which would normally deter you from him, but somehow now only served to draw you in closer.

“What’s yours?” you asked, finding your voice again.

“Nevada,” he said against your ear, his warm breath sending yet another shiver, which this time created a tingle between your legs. “I haven’t seen you around the neighborhood before,” he said.

“I don’t live around here,” you replied, subconsciously tilting your head slightly to give him better access to your neck.

“No shit,” he said in a chuckle. “You move pretty good for someone who doesn’t dance.”

“Really?”

“Mhm,” he hummed. “You’re a little stiff though, loosen up,” he added, the hand on the small of your back falling until it was pressed against your backside, mashing your hips against his.

You gasped when you felt his bulge pressing against you and felt your body respond to him. Any other time, you might have pushed him off of you; you’d never been the type of woman to tolerate unwanted attention from any man, but this man was different. You realized that you wanted his attention, all of it.

“So you come here a lot? I heard this club was new,” you said, trying to keep yourself from trembling in his arms.

“You could say that,” he mused with a smirk. “You’re shaking, mami. You cold?” he asked, brushing his nose along your cheek until his mouth was inches from yours. “Want me to keep you warm?”

“Yes,” you heard yourself say. WHAT?!

Smirking, he closed the space between you, his lips taking yours in a slow kiss that built momentum as the hand that wasn’t on your ass brought one of yours between his body and yours, pressing it against his semi. He groaned softly against your mouth as his tongue slid over yours and his free paw gently squeezed your ass cheek. His desires were quite clear, and while normally you would resist these kind of advances, with him it seemed to make you want to be near him all the more. Your opening pulsed, as if beckoning his organ inside even though there was clothing in the way.

His package throbbed as more blood pumped into it, and you moaned against his mouth.

“Should we go somewhere private?” he asked against your lips, and you found yourself nodding.

The next thing you became aware of was the cold air hitting you as he moved away to pull you away from the dance floor, and it was then that you noticed some of the female patrons glaring in your direction. You allowed Nevada to pull you past the VIP section, up another set of stairs and into an office that overlooked the club. Suddenly your predicament seemed to really hit you-- alone in an office with a virtual stranger, and one who seemed to effortlessly get you to make decisions you wouldn’t normally make.

“Is it okay that we’re in here? I don’t want to get in trouble,” you said as he went to the bottles of liquor behind the desk and poured you both a glass of amber liquid.

He looked over his shoulder to smile at you, settling the bottle back in its place before he walked back towards you and held out one of the glasses.

“I’m sure the boss won’t mind,” he replied, winking at you.

There was a knock on the door, and he glanced in its direction.

“Jefe, some guys out front say they know you--”

“--Tell them I’m busy. Come back another night,” Nevada answered, and the man nodded his head, closing the door as he left to deliver the message.

“Wait, you’re the boss?” you asked.

“That’s right, mami,” he replied, still holding out the glass of liquor. “Drink? Or you wanna skip that and get right down to the business?” he asked, still smirking as he looked you over again.

“I’m a virgin,” you blurted out. It was a lie, but your nerves had taken over and it had come out of your mouth before you had a chance to think too much about it. You were a little taken aback when he arched a brow, chuckling a little.

“Oh yeah?” he asked, taking a step towards you.

“Yes, actually,” you replied, holding your head up. You had already said it and it wasn’t as though you would ever see him again anyway. Might as well stick to your story.

“Coño, that’s a shame,” he mused, looking you over again and licking his lips. “I’d reach places in you that you never even knew existed.”

Your eyes widened, causing him to slowly grin at your reaction before he took a sip from his drink and walked back towards his desk.

“Pero, I don’t do virgins, mami,” he said, his back turned to you.

“Excuse me? You don’t do virgins?”

“No, I don’t need that drama,” he answered with a dismissive wave, putting the glass you hadn’t taken down. He circled the desk, sat in his chair and leaned back as his eyes settled on you again.

“Drama?”

“Yeah, that’s what I said.Too bad, I would’ve given you the fuck of your life.”

“You’re operating under the assumption that I was actually going to sleep with you,” you scoffed.

“Don’t bullshit me, mi amor. I know you were wet while we were dancing,” he said, that stupid smirk still planted on his face. “I could smell it on you. I can still smell it on you.”

“That is irrelevant,” you argued, suddenly aware of how much you wished he would press himself against you again. “It doesn’t mean I would’ve slept with you.”

“Oh no?” he challenged. “Then why are you looking at me like you want me to bend you over this desk right now? Hm?”

“I’m doing no such thing,” you hissed, crossing your arms over your chest. “And regardless, exactly what drama are you even referring to?”

“You know, getting all clingy, wanting to be my girlfriend, all that bullshit,” he answered, still smirking. “All virgins are the same; they make you work to get into their pants, and then they can’t get enough of you, they wanna marry you, all because they finally got some.”

“You sound pretty sure of yourself,” you said.

“I’ve been around the block a few times. Trust me, good cock makes any woman go crazy, but most of all...a virgin,” he replied as his feet came up to rest on his desk.

“That is not true,” you replied. You hadn’t been like that after you’d lost your virginity. Then again you’d been in a long term relationship the first time you’d had sex, but that was beside the point.

“How would you know?” he asked with an all-knowing smirk, as though he already knew the answer, but just wanted to hear you say it. “You’re still a virgin right?” he asked, his lips curling into a grin as he took a sip from his scotch.

Shit. He was on to you.

“I…”

He arched a brow, still smiling and tilting his head as he waited for you to answer. Apparently he got tired of waiting because he rolled his eyes, sighing as he rocked forward in his seat, setting his glass down.

“Mira, mami, I get it--you’re a good girl, you don’t want anybody to think you’re a slut.”

“You seem to know everything,” you mused, setting your untouched glass of scotch on the corner of his desk.

“I can read people pretty well,” he said, looking you over as though he would devour you if you let him, and part of you wanted to let him.

Your eyes drifted down to his lap, bottom lip catching in your teeth, and you heard him snicker. Looking back up at him, you felt your cheeks heating up as he crooked his finger, beckoning you over. You felt your legs move towards him, though your mind was screaming at you to walk out. Once you were standing in front of him, his hands came to rest on your hips as he too stood up, nose mere inches from your form.

“God damn you smell good,” he purred against your jaw. “If you wanna go, you can, mami...but I’m pretty sure you want me just as bad as I want you,” he whispered into your ear.

You didn’t say a word, but you could feel your body reacting, nipples hardening beneath the flimsy dress Trisha had lent you as a tingle settled at your core.

“Am I wrong?” he asked, pulling your hips against his.

“No,” you heard yourself whisper. He grinned at you, moving to press you against his desk. “I’ve never done anything like this.”

“Let me show how fun the dark side is,” he replied, kissing you again as one hand pushed up the hem of your dress. He groaned against your mouth, fingers curling against your thigh.

Just as your fingers threaded through the hair on the back of his head, he was turning you to face his desk, his lips finding the pulse point on your neck. His hands felt as though the were everywhere; first squeezing your breasts before one drifted down to reach under the skirt of your dress where his fingertips skimmed over the top of your leg. Your body on fire, you pressed back against him, feeling his arousal against your ass and a fresh series of goosebumps broke out over your exposed skin.

You could feel his smirk against your throat just as his hand slid down the front of your panties, pausing just above where you most craved him. You squirmed against him, teeth worrying your bottom lip.

“Tell what you want,” he purred against your jaw as his fingers slid over either side of your slit.

You whimpered, trying to move so that his thick fingers would make contact with the wet core of your throbbing sex. “Please! Touch me!”

You felt his smirk against your skin before his digits moved to glide over your seam. “You are a good girl, aren’t you?” he asked as he slid one finger inside you and began an in and out rhythm.

You moaned, hips rocking against his onslaught as you dug your short nails into the sleeves of his leather jacket. It wasn’t longer before he pushed a second finger in to join the first and your knees trembled as you rolled your eyes to the back of your head.

“I think deep down you wanna be bad, don’t you?” he growled into your ear, biting the fleshy lobe as his free hand wrapped itself around your neck and squeezed. “I think you just act like a good girl but inside you’re just a hungry little cock-whore, aren’t you?”

“Oh my God,” you groaned in a shiver. Normally you found such talk disgusting, but coming from his lips it was just so arousing. What had become of you in a matter of minutes?!

“I asked you a question,” he said, tightening his hold around your neck.

“Yes!” you exclaimed, bucking your hips against his hand. “I wanna be bad.” If you were in your right mind, you might’ve blushed, but one thing you were quickly learning about Nevada was that he was like fast-acting drug, rendering you unable to think clearly.

“Good girl,” he purred, curling his fingers inside you and finding the soft, spongy gland that make your knees buckle. His arms tightened around, holding you up as he massaged the spot inside you.

Your body was on fire, shocks zipping over your nipples and continuing down to where he was touching you. Your heart pounded in your chest, desperate to keep up with how quickly he was bringing you to the edge and you breathing was laced with primal moans that you never imagined could come from. It had never been like this before, not with anyone.

You could feel the burn in your belly as it traveled to your opening and felt your muscles begin to stiffen in anticipation of release.

“You wanna come?” he purred and you nodded vigorously.

“Yes!” you cried, hands clutching at his arm in attempts to keep him where he was.

“Nope, not yet,” he replied, pulling his fingers out and smiling when you let out a sob, trying desperately to catch your breath. Before you could voice your objections, he thrust his digits, slick with your arousal, into your mouth. “You don’t come till I say you can come, me entiendes?”

You moaned around his fingers as you sucked them clean. Had you been of your right mind, you would’ve never done something so...dirty, but something about Nevada brought out the animal in you and you couldn’t deny that it was intoxicating.

“Bend over,” he whispered, loosening his grip on your neck. The blood came rushing back to your head as you lowered your top half, resting against the dark oak of his desk. “That’s a good girl,” he said as he reached into a drawer.

You heard him close it before the sound of a plastic wrapper being torn filled your ears, immediately informing you that he was putting on a condom. If you had the ability to form a coherent sentence, you would have thanked him for the consideration

Cold hit your backside as he lifted your dress to bunch at your waist and pulled down your panties. A smack stung your skin and jolted you back to reality. The reality in which you were bent over a virtual stranger’s desk with your bare ass exposed, waiting for him to have his way with you. The thought sent another shiver over your body and as he pressed himself against your entrance, you arched, pushing back against him.

“You want me to fuck you, mami?” he asked, using one large hand to hold your hips against the edge of the desk.

“Yes, please!” you cried.

“Tell me,” he said. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

“I--” you whimpered with a dry throat and swallowed before trying again. “I want--want you to f-fuck me...please!”

“Good girl,” he purred before he pushed forward and sunk his erection deep into your cavity. Your eyes felt like they would pop out of your head as they widened and before you could grow used to the invasion, his hips snapped against you, starting a hard, fast pace.

The slapping sound of his bare skin making contact with yours as well as the way his head repeatedly stroked over that special spot inside you was enough to send you into a tailspin. The tingles seemed to reach your head as he pounded in and out of you from behind, hands gripping your hips to bring you back against him. Your voice was quickly growing hoarse from the moans he was pulling from you and the only sensations you could register were the one he was creating between your legs.

“You love my cock, don’t you?” he growled, rhythm not faltering in the least.

His words, anytime he spoke, sent shivers and shocks that would dance over your entire body and settle in your core, heightening your pleasure.

“Yes!” you yelled, unabashed that people would possibly hear you if they were standing close enough to the door.

“Tell me,” he demanded, one hand taking a fistful of hair and pulling to lift your head. He bent over you, hips still pummelling against yours. “Tell me you love my cock,” he repeated against your cheek.

“I love your cock!” you exclaimed and despite the fact that he was demanding the proclamation from you, it was true. If you could’ve had him do this to you every day for the rest of your life, you would’ve spent every moment naked and waiting for him to ravish you.

Nevada smirked, hand still in your hair as he moved harder against you. “You’re such a good girl,” he whispered over your skin. “You wanna come, baby? I can feel you dripping all over me. You wanna come so bad, don’t you?”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as the burning in your core intensified. “Yes!” You could feel your walls beginning to flutter around him.

“Don’t you dare,” he said, apparently having felt it as well. “Don’t you fucking dare. I didn’t say you could yet.” As if to emphasize his demand, he slowed his movements to a languid sawing motion, making sure to still stroke over your gspot at a snail’s pace.

Your mouth fell open as a sob escaped you and you tried to move your hips. He groaned, releasing your hair and instead holding you against the desk as he straightened his back again. His other hand, still on your hip, assisted in holding you in place before he snapped his hips forward again, keeping the same pace but increasing the intensity of his thrusts.

“Fuck, your pussy’s so tight,” he groaned.

“OHMYGOD, PLEASE!!!” you shouted, so close to the edge you could cry. “PLEASE LET ME COME, NEVADA, PLEASE!!”

Nevada grinned to himself and put some more weight on the hands holding you down to pound you harder and slightly faster. “Do it, come all over my cock.”

Your entire body shook as the orgasm hit you suddenly, legs like noodles as they gave out and a heavy, satisfying tingle buzzed between your legs. You felt your walls grip him tightly as he stroked you through your release and despite the fact that you were exhausted you felt yourself wanting more. You wished for him not to stop, but clearly you were, in fact, not a telepath because he pulled out of you and you furrowed your brows, unable to remember if you'd heard him shout his own release.

Just as you were about to ask him about it, you felt a warm splash, then another and a third, one after the other, land on the globes of your ass. You heard him grunting as he emptied himself over your skin and felt the head of his cock as he used it like a paintbrush to spread his seed over your skin.

You somehow found the strength to arch your hide back against him, your core still clenching in desire for more of him.

“Such a good girl, Y/N,” he purred against your neck, and you tried to remember when he’d bent over you again.

Moaning, you started to turn your head to find his lips when he bit into your neck hard enough to leave a mark. You cried out, bucking your hips back against him and heard him chuckle as he stood and stepped away from you.

You heard the zipper of his jeans and used your hands to lift yourself off his desk, planting your feet on the floor. Turning to face him, you stumbled and he brought a hand out to hold you up. Your body was still buzzing, core still tingling with the aftershocks your release and you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him down for a lust-filled kiss.

“You want more, don’t you?” he asked with a smirk and you smiled back at him, nodding your head as your hands slid over his chest, slipping beneath his jacket at his waist to pull him against you. He snickered and brushed some of your hair back. “My horny little good girl,” he purred and it sent shivers down your spine.

You could feel the evidence of him on your ass, cooling against your skin and sticking to the dress you’d borrowed. You would have to remember to find an excuse not to give it back. You didn’t want Trisha or any other woman to have any part of Nevada. You wanted to keep him all for yourself.

“Maybe some other time. Your friend’s probably looking for you,” he said, moving your hair to cover his mark before he slinked an arm around your waist and started walking you to the door. “I’ll tell one of my guys out there to give you a ride home.”

“Will I see you again?” you asked, walking as close to him as possible and relishing in how warm his arm felt around you.

He chuckled. “I dunno,” he answered. “If you come back to the club, I might be here.”

“Maybe we could meet up for lunch,” you offered.

He smirked at you. “Do I look like the kinda that takes anybody out on a date?”

You looked him over, considering your answer as his fingers tucked under your chin and lifted your gaze to his.

“You want another hot fuck, come find me,” he purred, kissing you and biting down on your bottom lip. You moaned under your breath, feeling your desire for him quickly reemerging. “And I know you will. You’re gonna be thinking about my cock all night,” he added with smirk, delivering a smack to your ass.

He winked at you and opened the door, letting you out first, following you to the stairs and pausing to talk to one of his bodyguards as you descended to the VIP lounge.

Looking over your shoulder, you met his gaze again as the bodyguard he’d been talking to came down the stairs after you. You held Nevada’s gaze a moment longer, took in the smirk he flashed your way like it would sustain you until you saw him again before you turned back around and started looking for your roommate.