#was having a bit of trouble with the shirt and almost gave up

[commandershepardvasfuckit]

Kingsguard part 6

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

M!troll x f!reader

1.7k words

Ba’tual might be infuriating and enjoy pushing boundaries, but even he has limits on what he’ll tolerate. At least with work to do and other academics to meet with you can stay fairly distracted from how awful you felt about what you said to him.

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You had a long, cold walk back to the inn where you were staying to really think about what you said. It was eating at you the whole way back, just how awful of what you accused him of really was. For most of the night you just went over ways to apologize to Ba’tual, well if he would even talk to you next time you saw him.

Even at a distance the next morning you could tell he was in a foul mood. He was leaning on one of the posts around the sparring ring outside the hold and barking orders at the two recruits he was overseeing. He never looked thrilled to be training recruits, but this was a lot even for him.

You veered from your typical path right into the hold over instead to where Ba’tual was, rehearsing what you planned to say.

The moment he saw you he turned his back to you and dismissively waved you off.

“Ba’tual, just let me explain-” you tried to begin.

“No” he cut you off.

“No? Please, just let me-”

“No. I’m not interested in anything else you have to say. I don’t care why you said it, or what you actually meant, or anything else. That was your first instinct about me, that’s all that matters.”

“That’s not what I meant though, I just-”

“Stop.”

“Please just listen-”

“Maybe you have trouble believing that I don’t know what ‘stop’ means since you don’t seem to know either” he snapped.

That stopped you in your tracks. He was right, sure this was at a much smaller scale that what you accused him of, but all the same he asked you to stop and you didn’t.

“I’m sorry” your voice was small as you shuffled off to the hold and you just hoped that maybe another day you could really apologize.

Days went by much the same. You either met with dignitaries and historians at the hold or were left on your own to chat with people around the city and jot down what you could. A few times you saw Ba’tual around, though he just ignored you, either turning away or just looking over your head as if you weren’t even there.

You thought back to how even when he was persistently pursuing you that he never touched you, how at the night at the festival he propositioned you and promised that if you really weren’t interested then he would just leave you alone. He had been rough with you, but adjusted if you seemed too uncomfortable or told him something hurt. Looking back you were certain that if you would have told him to stop he would have. He never gave you a reason to believe he would ignore if you asked him to stop or that he would force himself on you, you really didn’t know why exactly you said it.

Quickly you banished the thoughts from your mind. You were actually pretty excited for today, you were supposed to be meeting with a historian from the local troll tribe and have the chance to write down as much of their history and stories as you could.

A slightly disheveled troll man can rushing into several minutes after you.

“Apologies” he began, “it’s been a long few days of travel.”

“Toli, where’s Gin’ra?” asked one of the others you had been meeting with.

Toli stood up a bit straighter and tried to smooth out some wrinkles in his shirt to no avail before quickly giving up, “Uh, yes. As you may know Gin’ra isn’t quite as mobile as he used to be and he couldn’t make the trip so he sent me and gives his regards” he address to the other scholars in the room you had been working with.

“And he hopes that should you have the time that you would consider visiting the village” he turned to address you.

You hadn’t seem many trolls in the city, it was the orcish capital after all, and the few trolls who were there almost all guards who had fought in the war. Toli had clearly never picked up a weapon or fought. He was as tall as any other troll, but lacked any real muscle, which made him quite a lanky thing. Still he was striking as any other troll, dramatic arcing tusks, rich blue skin with purple undertones, and purple hair so dark it was nearly black tied back off his face.

“I’m sorry if I kept you waiting, I’m not usually this bad at getting up in the morning. I got into the city pretty late last night and I guess I was more tired than I thought” he apologized.

“You’re fine, I only just got here too” you smiled back.

Toli was animated, friendly, and easy to talk to. Quickly you learned that he was more than just a historian. One of several children in a family of fishermen, he grew up always knowing that he too would be a fisherman like his parents and had no problem with it, he loved the sea and it was what he knew. He spent a lot of his free time just talking to people and had an incredible memory for anything someone told him. He was eventually offered the chance to assist Gin’ra and be his apprentice as Gin’ra had no kids of his own to pass the knowledge to and he happily accepted it.

“So, do you like being a historian?” you asked him.

“I do. It gives me the chance to talk to all sorts of people, and I enjoy teaching these stories and history to people” he said.

Toli had about as many questions about humans as you did about trolls and it was all quite enlightening. Trolls were much more communal than orcs, a family could easily survive off one trade or skill and trade for anything needed. Things like food that were necessary for survival were always freely given, anything else could easily be traded for. Kids ran freely about the village, looked after by whatever adult happened to be closest. It sounded nice.

It also sounded like Toli was much more than just a historian. He taught history to kids, but also stories of the gods, legends, and other tales, kept up with any interesting news in the area, and maintained general records of the village.

You joined him for lunch at a little troll-ran tavern down at the port. He happily introduced you to many new foods, most of it seafood, which only felt fitting for the son of fishermen. He answered questions before you even asked them, he was cheerful, talkative, and incredibly knowledgeable.

Over the next few days it was a comfortable routine. You wrote as fast as you could while he recounted everything he could think of. The two of you would grab lunch and dinner together and get the chance to just chat for a while. He reminded you a lot of the other archivists you usually worked at back at home, even across cultures and species there was still something familiar about talking with another academic.

“Toli? Really?” a voice tinged annoyance rang in your ear.

“Ba’tual” you gasped, a bit startled at his sudden appearance. It had been a while since he had snuck up on you like that and it was always surprising just how quiet he could be.

“So you and Toli?”

“Yes?” you answered back, not entirely sure what he was getting at.

“Just didn’t think you’d be seeing anyone” he shrugged.

“Seeing? Wait, you think-?” your words and mouth caught up to each other. You couldn’t tell if you were amused or annoyed. A few times over the last couple of days you had see Ba’tual chatting people up with all of his usual flirty tricks, and here he was concerned over who you might be talking to.

“I mean, I keep having to hear about ‘that human emissary’ and Toli out for lunch together so one would assume.”

“Well, I didn’t think you’d care who I talked to.”

“I don’t, but you could do better than Toli.”

You shot him an odd look before answering, “At any rate, he and I are just colleagues, so you don’t have to be concerned. And Toli is very sweet I’ll have you know. He’s well spoken, and intelligent, and friendly so while I’m not looking for anything, he’s be my type if I was” you shrugged.

Ba’tual just seemed more agitated the more you spoke. Clearly he was annoyed at the thought of you seeing someone, but at the same time he had made it abundantly clear that he wasn’t interested in your apologies or anything else about you, and you really couldn’t blame him.

“I really am sorry about the other day though” you added, “It’s not what I meant.”

He just watched you, almost expectantly for a moment before speaking, “I know.”

“You know?”

“Well, I figured” he shrugged, but didn’t elaborate.

“So if you knew it was all just a stupid mistake and it wasn’t what I meant, then why avoid me or not let me apologize?”

“Just because it was an accident doesn’t mean it’s ok. Or that I’m accepting your apology. Or interested in it.”

“So why come talk to me at all? Just to tell me you don’t like Toli?”

“He tells stories for kids” Ba’tual said flatly.

“And? He’s a historian, and he does a lot more than that too” you defended.

“He’s a storyteller, you could do better.”

“Well, that’s not really any of your business, now is it?” you snapped. You couldn’t blame him for not forgiving you or accepting your apology, but you could be cross with him for butting into your business for no reason.

“I suppose it’s not” he just shrugged again and turned to walk off, “Maybe I’ll see you around.”

Part of you felt a little better, he was willing to talk to you after all. His bizarre interest in who you might be talking to made you hopeful he would be open to talk another at least. And he was still his infuriating self.

[ladyluscinia]

So I'm going to a Barbie themed party and I think I can pull together a Cool Career Ken outfit.

As in this one:

[kingkaisen]

do you still take requests for scenarios with your dad!gojo fics? if you are, can i pretty please request gojo wanting alone time with reader all day but the three kids (well, two teenagers) keeps cockblocking unintentionally (like always wanting reader's assistance or attention whenever gojo makes a move on reader lol) thank you! ♡

ALONE TIME? || 彡

SATORU G.

♡ — SUMMARY: You & Satoru have adopted two teenagers, Yuji and Megumi. Along with that, you both have a young biological daughter. Sometimes, your household can get a little chaotic, and Satoru can’t seem to get any alone time with you.

♡ — CONTENT: 18+ ONLY // MDNI || suggestive, tiny bit of smut. reader’s busy and whatnot, gojo’s pouty and lovesick (:

♡ — WORD COUNT: 1K

♡ — AUTHOR’S NOTE: This fic is part of my Dad!Gojo series, but reading the other parts isn’t necessary!

The Saturday morning that followed what had been a chaotic week for the Gojo household would be one dedicated to cleaning your messy home — you swore upon it.

However, Satoru was not making it easy.

Your husband was helping out — sure. He wiped down the kitchen island and scrubbed the dirty stovetop after spraying it with a bottle of multipurpose cleaner.

However, he also decided to roll up the sleeves of his shirt, showing off the veins in his arms . . . the muscles that flexed with every stroke of his cleaning rag . . .

Today might have been a cleaning day, but Satoru personally had plans to mess up any room he could catch you alone in.

— ♡ —

Another dirty t-shirt was sprayed with stain remover before being tossed in the washing machine. You were almost done with prepping the dark load of clothes.

It was rather humorous how, when you grabbed Satoru’s zip-up jacket out of the basket, your dear husband was walking through the laundry room door as if you had summoned him.

You didn’t need to turn around to know who was walking through the door, not only because you knew how every family member’s footsteps sounded, but because Satoru was quick to shut the door, approach you from behind, and wrap his arms around your waist.

“When you’re finished with that load, I have another load waiting for you,” Satoru whispered in your ear.

“Oh my goodness, when did you come up with that joke? Either way, it’s too bad, ‘cause I already stripped the bed and washed the sheets,” you gave a soft giggle as Satoru pressed his hard bulge against you.

He trailed kisses along the side of your neck.

“Who said we needed a bed? We have the folding station,” he paused, his large hands rubbing your hips, “the top of the washing machine, the floor-”

Three knocks interrupted Satoru. You two quickly separated, scattering like bugs as Yuji opened the door.

“Mom?” Yuji walked in, a guilt-ridden look on his face.

Whatever currently troubled the teenager was enough of a distraction to make him unaware of the sudden odd behavior you and Satoru were displaying, as he didn’t even notice that you were folding dirty laundry and Satoru was pretending to stare at a picture on the wall.

“What is it, hun?”

“Me and Megumi were trying to clean one of the bathrooms, and uh, the door got jammed. He’s stuck.”

You sighed softly. Not again.

“Babe, will you . . .” you turned around to face Satoru. You gestured towards the laundry as you started to follow Yuji out the room, indicating for him to finish putting the load in the washing machine.

“I got it,” Satoru said, though he couldn’t help but groan with great annoyance.

This was, without a doubt, not the kind of load he had in mind.

— ♡ —

There were quite a few different words one could use to describe Satoru Gojo; said words changed drastically depending on who you asked. However, if there was one word that could sum up your husband today, it was persistent.

Oh, and, perhaps, pouty, as he was currently sprawled out across the couch, his lips pulled into a little frown.

Being that it was a beautiful Saturday and your family managed to wrap up cleaning time a little ways past noon, he was certain that Maya, your young daughter, would want to have a playdate with her best friend, and Megumi and Yuji would go roam around town with their friends, sipping on sodas and spending their hard-earned mission money on movie tickets, junk food, and whatever gadgets or knick-knacks teenagers were into these days.

Oh, how wrong he was.

Not only did his dear daughter want to spend the day at home, but his sons too. And those sons of his invited some of their friends over as well.

Ordinarily, Satoru would have been fine with that decision. After all, your household tended to follow an “open door” policy — because Jujutsu High School sucked, the few students he had with living family members had ones that sucked, and this world? Well, it sucked too.

That left those traumatized teenagers without anyone to truly love or care for them when they were in need, and damn it all, Satoru wouldn’t stand for it. You wouldn’t stand for it. Therefore, those kids knew they could always come to you and Satoru whenever they wanted.

So, here Satoru was, opening his front door and stepping to the side to make way for Nobara, Toge, Maki . . . just how many teenagers were strolling through his door?

“Sure you guys just don’t want a house key at this point?” Satoru mumbled sarcastically, scratching his head.

“Sounds like a great idea,” you replied, though he was talking to his students. You were wiping your hands on a kitchen towel, smiling warmly at the group filling the foyer. “We better get on that, Satoru. I’ve been thinking they should be able to come and go as they like.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Gojo,” Nobara grinned, then turned her head, giving Satoru a playful glare.

Satoru shut the door with a sigh, but he couldn’t help but smile a little. That unmistakable kindness — that caring nature — was one of the many reasons he fell in love with you all those years ago.

Resting his hand on Yuta’s head and ruffling his hair, Satoru looked at you and said, “I know where this is going. I’ll look for a bigger house so they can move in.”

You raised your eyebrows.

“Sweetheart, I’m joking.” Satoru ran his large hand across his face. He approached you, wrapping his hand around your wrist. “Come on, let’s go.”

“Hold on,” you turned your head over your shoulder to face the teenagers as your husband started to drag you away. “Megumi and Yuji are upstairs, there’s lunch in the kitchen if anyone’s hungry, what else, what else? Oh, Toge, I fixed the hole in your uniform. Maki, I-”

“Yeah, yeah, they get it, you love them,” Satoru interrupted.

Once you both made it down a hallway and the group was no longer within your line of sight, you looked at the back of Satoru’s head, frowning, though he couldn’t see it.

“Why are you dragging me?”

“Because if I don’t, you’ll start baking cookies, or brushing someone’s hair, or rearranging our closet,” Satoru led you to the guest bedroom, pausing to listen as he heard the beat of various footsteps headed upstairs — far enough away. “And there’s something else you need to do right now.”

“And what’s that?” You asked.

He twisted the door open.

“Fuck me, of course,” Satoru pulled you into the guest bedroom, shutting and locking the door behind you. “What a dumb question.”

“That’s all I’m good for in your eyes, hm?” You said playfully with a little smile.

“Hush, you’re good for a lot of things and you know it,” Satoru approached you. He leaned down, planting a kiss along your neck. “One of them just happens to be sucking me off.”

He kissed your jaw, mumbling, “damn it, I love you.”

Oh, he was needy. Just as desperate as he was in the laundry room that morning, if not more.

Because of that, it didn’t take long for you both to find yourselves half-naked, sprawled out across the comforter. Satoru climbed over you. He kissed every part of your skin that his lips could reach right now — your lips, neck, jaw, collarbones, and chest.

And your chest was where his lips lingered. He gently sucked on your skin, lifting your back off of the bed slightly so he could remove your bothersome bra. You gripped his white hair, and your touch was enough to make his hard cock ache terribly with need.

But, just as he managed to unhook your bra, just as soft, sweet moans were falling from between your lips and filling his ears, someone knocked on the guest bedroom door.

“Maya wants everyone to play hide-and-seek,” Megumi announced from the other side.

“Okay,” you cleared your throat. “We’ll be right out, we’re just . . . cleaning up. Someone forgot to dust in here.”

“Okay,” Megumi mumbled back. He then walked away.

You started to get off of the bed, rehooking your bra.

“Sorry, honey. Maybe they’ll all settle down later on,” you said to Satoru, who was now lying on the bed, his head hidden underneath a pillow.

He mumbled something you couldn’t quite make out, all before rolling out of bed to toss his shirt back on.

— ♡ —

Satoru endured the world’s longest game of hide-and-seek. He watched you put Maya down for a nap. You then listened to a twenty-minute battle story the group of teenagers wanted to tell you. And, much as he predicted, you did end up baking cookies.

By the time you pulled that last tray of cookies out of the oven, Satoru was simply fed up.

You barely had enough time to turn off the oven before he — much like he did earlier — grabbed your wrist and started to drag you.

But he wasn’t taking you to the guest bedroom, or any room far enough away from the others.

You were sitting in the passenger seat of your car in the blink of an eye. Satoru whipped out of the driveway as fast as he could, ready to throw his money at a nice hotel room for just one night.

— ♡ —

Finally, he had you all to himself. He shot Megumi and Yuji a quick message:

We’ll be back tomorrow. Watch over Muffin. Your friends can spend the night there if they want. Brush your teeth before you go to bed.

Then, after tossing his phone on the nightstand, he finally was able to treat himself to his perfect wife. Oh, did he have so many plans for you.

Satoru was lovingly thrusting in and out of you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he enjoyed your warmth. He was on the brink of an orgasm — god, he was in heaven. Heaven. — when suddenly, the hotel room’s phone started to ring.

You reached over to grab it despite his protests, answering with, “Hello?”

It was the front desk with a noise complaint.

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[drewswife]

cuteness aggression with Rafe

warnings: fluff with suggestive

summary: y/n is too in love with her bf getting cuteness aggression while he's doing work at his office

My heart fluttered as I watched Rafe through the office window. His blue eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, were narrowed in concentration as he navigated a particularly tricky spreadsheet. He sighed frustrated, his brow furrowed.

I giggled, the sound muffled by my hand. Oh, how I loved this man. His intense focus, the way his jaw clenched when he was determined, the way his whole body seemed to radiate an almost tangible energy… it was all utterly captivating.

But it was his vulnerability that truly set my heart aflutter. The way his shoulders slumped when he couldn’t solve a problem, the way he bit his lip when he was deep in thought, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he finally cracked a smile… it was all too much for me.

I wanted to reach through the glass, ruffle his hair, and kiss those furrowed brows better. I wanted to whisper encouragement in his ear, to remind him that he was brilliant and capable. I wanted to tease him about his grumbling, to make him laugh until his eyes watered.

But I also wanted to… well, let’s just say that Rafe’s intense focus had a certain… effect on me. The way his chest muscles flexed under his shirt as he typed, the way his hands moved with a practiced grace… it was all incredibly distracting.

I bit my lip, trying to reign in my thoughts. I couldn’t just barge into his office and confess my… desires. Besides, he was working. I wouldn’t want to be interrupted either.

But the temptation was too strong. I took a deep breath, then tapped on the window. Rafe looked up, startled, then a slow smile spread across his face. He mouthed the words, “Five minutes,” and gestured towards his watch.

I grinned back, already anticipating the next five minutes. I knew I was in for a world of trouble, but oh, what a delicious kind of trouble it would be.

With a mischievous glint in my eye, I slipped into Rafe's office. He looked up from his computer, a surprised expression on his face. Before he could say anything, I was on him, showering him with kisses. I peppered his face, his neck, even his ears with playful bites, eliciting chuckles from him.

"You know," Rafe said, his voice husky, "I was having a perfectly productive afternoon until you decided to interrupt angel” Rafe said with playfulness

"Oh, I know," I purred, trailing kisses down his chest. "But I couldn't resist. You were just too cute."

Rafe groaned playfully, "You're going to get me in trouble."

"Worth it," I whispered, my lips brushing against his.

“You trying to distract me baby” rafe said with a small smirk

I ignored him bitting his shoulder “OW wtf y/n” rafe said with wide eyes

I gave him a wide smile as i said “what?” I said with a not so innocent smile

“The fuck u tryna bite me for kid” rafe said while running his hand on your waist to your hips

I shrugged “You looked bite able”

[heestoleurgirl]

sk8er boi 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ (l.hs)

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ he was a punk, she did ballet. what more can i say?

𖤐 skater!heeseung, who liked you the moment he laid eyes on you. he remembers it perfectly; your cute white dress with lace, paired with your soft pink sweater that hung off your shoulder loosely. your long, elegant legs covered in white tights, and the pretty platform heels making you look just a bit taller. but his favourite, the bows in your hair, he swore you looked like an angel sent directly from heaven.

𖤐 skater!heeseung, who was too nervous to talk to you at first, even though he was known to be a charming and confident guy who had no trouble making girls swoon.

𖤐 skater!heeseung, who was over the moon when he finally had the courage to approach you. you always have his full attention, he could listen to you ramble for hours because your voice was the most soothing thing he's ever heard.

more under the cut!

𖤐 skater!heeseung, who would come to your ballet practices and watch you dance so gracefully. his eyes are always glued on you, he loves being able to accompany you and buy you your favourite food after.

𖤐 skater!heeseung, who was so excited when you asked him to teach you some skating tricks. you spent the whole day at the skatepark together and he did his best to help you get the basics first. he held your hand as you stood on his board and did surprisingly well for your first time skating. he made sure to praise you a lot and caught you every time you were remotely close to falling.

𖤐 skater!heeseung, who got you to sign your name at the bottom of his board. the two of you sat in the grass together, he watched as you neatly wrote your name on it. of course your handwriting was just as perfect and refined as you. after you gave the marker back to him, he drew hearts around it, earning a soft laugh from you. your laugh is now his new favourite thing about you.

𖤐 skater!heeseung, who lets you tie cute bows in his hair, around his biceps or anywhere really. if it were anyone else, he would be suffering from immense cringe but you were just so cute he couldn't resist. he loved seeing your concentrated face, he was too mesmerized by you to have any negative feelings at all.

𖤐 skater!heeseung, who absolutely loves seeing the shock on people's faces when he introduces you as his girlfriend. it just never gets old.

𖤐 skater!heeseung, who almost had a heart attack when you stayed over and ended up in his shirt. he couldn't take his eyes off you, you looked perfect even when you were wearing something 3 sizes too big and so different than your usual style.

a/n: i can't stop thinking about skater hee

[izzih22]

Could u write something about azzi trying to do homework and Paige keeps bothering her so she kicks her out of the room but Paige gets upset and once azzi finishes she has to get Paige to not be mad at her anymore

Just Five More Minutes

Note: It’s A long one😱

Azzi was locked in.

Glasses sliding down the bridge of her nose, hoodie sleeves pushed up to her elbows, textbook open beside her and a half-empty mug of coffee at arm’s reach. Her laptop sat in front of her, cursor blinking on a half-finished paragraph, and her brain was chewing through the last pieces of a paper that had already eaten her alive all week.

She didn’t even notice the door crack open.

“Azzi…” came a singsong voice. Soft, dramatic, already full of trouble.

Azzi exhaled without turning. “Hi, babe.”

“Whatcha doing?” Paige asked, even though it was obvious. She padded into the room in thick socks and a sleep shirt that hung halfway down her thighs. Her hair was pulled up messily, like she hadn’t even tried to tame it after their night practice.

“Working,” Azzi said simply, eyes still on her screen.

Paige leaned on the desk, draping herself over the edge like she might melt into it. “Still? I feel like you’ve been doing that for years.”

Azzi finally glanced up. “It’s been forty-five minutes.”

“That’s basically a decade.”

Azzi’s lips twitched. “Baby, I really need to finish this.”

“I need to cuddle,” Paige replied immediately, placing a hand over her chest like she was genuinely heartbroken. “I’m touch-starved. I’m wasting away.”

“You literally laid on top of me for like an hour earlier.”

“That was hours ago,” Paige said. “You’re being cold now. I’m feeling rejected. Abandoned. Betrayed.”

Azzi bit her lip, trying not to smile. Paige was pouting, full-blown bottom lip out, eyes big and wounded, like a puppy that had been kicked out in the rain. It was almost unfair how cute she could be when she wanted something.

“Five more minutes,” Azzi said gently. “Seriously, I’m almost done. Let me just finish this paragraph, then I’m all yours.”

“Five minutes?” Paige echoed, horrified. “You’re telling me I have to go back to that cold, empty bed alone?”

Azzi’s fingers kept typing. “Yes.”

“Oh my god. You’re heartless.”

Azzi smiled to herself and shook her head, trying to focus, trying to ignore the way Paige was now walking behind her chair, lightly dragging her fingers across Azzi’s shoulders. A warm shiver shot down her spine.

“Don’t,” Azzi warned softly.

“I didn’t do anything,” Paige said, all innocence. “I’m just appreciating my girl. You’re so smart. So focused. So sexy when you’re grinding like this.”

Azzi let out a breath through her nose. Paige leaned down, arms sliding around her from behind, lips brushing the shell of her ear.

“Come to bed, pretty girl.”

“Paige, seriously—I’m almost done.”

“Mmm.” Paige kissed her neck, then her shoulder. “You smell good.”

“Paige.”

“I’ll be so good. I’ll hold you real close and not even try anything—unless you want me to.”

Azzi groaned and turned her face away from the kisses. “You’re the worst.”

“You love me,” Paige mumbled into her hoodie.

“I do,” Azzi admitted with a smile. “But right now, I need you to leave so I can finish.”

That made Paige pull back a little. “…Like, leave the room?”

Azzi turned in her chair, finally facing her. “Yes.”

Paige gasped like she’d been shot. “You’re kicking me out?!”

“You’re distracting me! I’ve re-read the same sentence six times!”

Paige clutched her chest. “I’m literally just standing here loving you. Is that a crime?”

Azzi gave her a look. “Out.”

“But what if I wither away out there?”

“You’ll survive.”

“I won’t.”

Azzi was already nudging her toward the door. “You’re being dramatic.”

“Only because I love you so much and you’re denying me physical affection,” Paige said as she was gently shoved out of the room. “This is abuse.”

“Five minutes!” Azzi said, pointing at her watch. “Then I’m all yours.”

The door shut.

And silence fell.

Azzi sighed and sat back down, smiling to herself. Paige was ridiculous. Loving, annoying, beautiful, ridiculous. Azzi loved every second of it, even when she was trying to be serious. Especially then.

She finished her paper ten minutes later.

When she opened the bedroom door and peeked out, the apartment was dark except for the soft glow of the TV in the living room. Paige was curled up on the couch under a fuzzy blanket, arms crossed, pointedly not looking toward the hallway.

Azzi padded over in her socks and leaned on the edge of the couch.

“Hey.”

Paige didn’t move.

“Paige.”

No response.

Azzi leaned in closer, poking her. “Seriously?”

“I’m grieving,” Paige muttered. “My girlfriend told me to get out and left me to die alone in a cold hallway.”

Azzi rolled her eyes, fighting back a laugh. “You were on the couch. With snacks.”

“Emotional snacks.”

Azzi climbed onto the couch and crawled straight into Paige’s lap, wrapping her arms around her neck and burying her face into the crook of her shoulder.

“I missed you,” she whispered.

Paige tried to hold onto the drama, but the second Azzi cuddled into her, it crumbled. “You smell like lavender and printer ink.”

“You smell like popcorn and jealousy.”

“I’m not jealous. I’m wounded. Deeply.”

Azzi kissed her jaw. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m in love.”

Azzi pulled back just enough to look her in the eye, her expression softening. “I mean it. I’m sorry I kicked you out. I was trying to focus. But now I just want you.”

Paige tilted her chin up, smirking. “Oh, now you want me.”

“Always want you,” Azzi whispered, pressing their foreheads together.

Paige leaned in, brushing her nose against Azzi’s. “Then come prove it.”

Azzi grinned, then kissed her. Soft. Long. Full of apology and affection and comfort.

And when she pulled back, Paige tugged her even closer and whispered, “I forgive you. But you have to stay here now. Like, permanently. No more work. You’re banned.”

Azzi laughed, nestling herself deeper into Paige’s lap. “Deal. Just hold me.”

“Already on it.”

They sat there for a while in quiet contentment, Azzi tracing lazy circles on Paige’s arm, Paige humming under her breath. It was warm, and perfect, and deeply them.

And when Azzi tilted her head back just slightly and whispered, “You’re still annoying,” Paige kissed her collarbone and smiled.

“Yeah. But you love it.”

Azzi nodded, eyes closing.

“I do.”

⸻

By the time Paige stood up from the couch — Azzi still wrapped around her like a sleepy koala — she’d already made up her mind.

“No more homework. No more abandonment. You’re mine now,” she announced, carrying Azzi bridal-style toward their bedroom.

Azzi, half-asleep already, blinked up at her. “I was in your lap for twenty minutes.”

“And it’s still not enough,” Paige replied solemnly. “My love language is you being clingy and only paying attention to me forever.”

“You’re impossible.”

“You chose me.”

Azzi smiled as her cheek pressed to Paige’s shoulder. “Yeah. I did.”

The second they got to the bed, Paige dropped them both into it dramatically, bouncing once on the mattress and pulling Azzi down with her in one tangle of limbs and laughter.

Azzi tried to roll away to fix the covers, but Paige wrapped around her again like an octopus. Arms around her waist, one leg hooked over both of Azzi’s, face tucked into her neck.

“Trapped,” Azzi whispered, even as she melted.

“Safe,” Paige corrected, her voice low and teasing.

Azzi tried to reach for the light, but Paige just mumbled, “Leave it. I like seeing your face.”

Azzi tilted her head. “Even when I’m this tired and my hair’s a mess?”

“You’re still the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” Paige said, without hesitation, brushing a knuckle down her cheek. “You know I’ve been in love with you since you had fake glasses and didn’t know how to use dry shampoo.”

Azzi giggled into Paige’s neck. “That’s a terrifying era to reference.”

“You were still hot.”

“I had FAKE glasses.”

“I have no shame.”

Azzi turned slowly in Paige’s arms until they were face to face, inches apart, their legs tangled under the blanket.

“Do you really get that upset when I ask for space?” she asked softly, one brow lifted.

Paige smiled sheepishly. “Not really. I just like it when you make it up to me after.”

Azzi raised an eyebrow.

“Oh don’t look at me like that. You know I’m dramatic.”

Azzi laughed. “And clingy.”

“Mmhm. And hopeless.”

Azzi leaned in and kissed her slowly, their foreheads pressed together, the kiss turning lazy and familiar and warm.

They stayed like that for a while — kissing, whispering, laughing into each other’s skin.

Paige’s hands wandered, but not with urgency. Just with affection — a thumb running up Azzi’s spine, a palm on her waist, her lips dragging softly across her collarbone, her voice low and teasing: “Can’t believe you kicked me out like that.”

Azzi, blushing now, mumbled, “Paige.”

“I could’ve perished.”

“You had popcorn and a heated blanket.”

“It was emotional popcorn. You wounded me.”

Azzi rolled her eyes and then rolled herself right into Paige’s lap, straddling her hips as Paige blinked up with open admiration and a little surprise.

“Am I forgiven yet?” Azzi asked sweetly.

Paige whistled. “Damn. You might be.”

Azzi leaned in, forehead resting on Paige’s again. “You’re so dramatic. You know I don’t like being away from you either.”

“Then stop working so hard.”

“Then stop distracting me when I am.”

“Impossible.”

Azzi kissed her again, this one deeper, and Paige’s hands found their place on Azzi’s hips, anchoring her like she always did. Like Azzi belonged there.

She did.

“You’re my favorite distraction anyway,” Azzi whispered against her lips.

Paige grinned, pulling her down so they were chest to chest.

“Good,” she whispered back. “Because I plan on annoying you forever.”

Azzi smiled, nuzzling into her neck, and whispered back, “I know.”

⸻

Morning came slow.

Golden light leaked through the blinds, cutting gentle lines across the sheets and the curve of Azzi’s bare shoulder. Paige was still, not because she was asleep, but because Azzi was wrapped around her like she always was in the early hours — one arm tossed across Paige’s stomach, her face buried in the crook of Paige’s neck, lips slightly parted as she breathed slow and steady.

Paige didn’t move.

Didn’t dare.

This was her favorite part of the day. When Azzi was warm and soft and still dreaming, trusting her body against Paige’s like it belonged there. Which it did. Always.

Azzi stirred slightly, breath tickling Paige’s collarbone, and Paige smiled.

“Still asleep?” she whispered.

A groggy hum answered her, followed by a small, muffled, “What time is it?”

Paige twisted just enough to glance at the clock without moving Azzi. “Too early.”

“Practice?”

“Not for two hours.”

Azzi made a noise that sounded like a mix between relief and protest, then nuzzled closer, if that was even possible. Her leg slid between Paige’s, her hand curled gently in the fabric of Paige’s shirt, and she let out a sleepy sigh.

“You’re clingy in the mornings,” Paige murmured, grinning.

“You love it,” Azzi said without opening her eyes.

“I do.”

They were quiet again for a while, the kind of silence that only exists between people who know everything about each other. Paige’s fingers lazily traced patterns on Azzi’s back, slow and aimless, and Azzi hummed again.

“You finished your paper, right?” Paige asked.

“Mmhmm.”

“So I get you all day?”

“Until bio readings.”

Paige groaned. “I’ll take what I can get.”

Azzi cracked one eye open, then blinked sleepily up at her. “You’re dramatic.”

“You kicked me out of the room last night. I’m allowed.”

“I sat in your lap for like an hour after.”

“And I still didn’t recover.”

Azzi snorted softly, lips brushing Paige’s skin. “You poor thing.”

“I’m delicate.”

“You’re six feet tall and built.”

“Emotionally delicate.”

Azzi pushed up slightly, resting her chin on Paige’s chest, still half-asleep but amused now. Her curls were a mess, one side flattened from sleeping so close, but Paige just tucked a stray piece behind her ear.

“You’re beautiful,” she said, completely serious now.

Azzi blinked slowly. “You’re only saying that because I didn’t make you sleep on the couch.”

“No,” Paige said, brushing her knuckle down Azzi’s cheek. “I’m saying that because it’s true. And because I love you. Even when you banish me.”

Azzi smiled, slow and sleepy. “I love you too. Even when you won’t let me finish a sentence.”

“Fair.”

They stayed in that silence again — the quiet before the world starts moving too fast. Azzi lay fully on top of Paige now, their legs tangled, Paige’s arms wrapped securely around her waist. There was no rush.

“I have a plan,” Paige said suddenly.

Azzi groaned. “No plans. Sleep.”

“Hear me out.”

Azzi sighed, eyes closed again. “Fine.”

“We skip class.”

Azzi didn’t react.

“We call in a fake emergency.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. Dog allergy.”

“We don’t have a dog. At least not here.”

“Not with that attitude.”

Azzi cracked a grin but didn’t open her eyes. “What’s the real plan?”

“We stay in bed all day.”

“Mm.”

“Cuddle.”

“Mmhm.”

“Kiss.”

“Mmhmm.”

“Eventually get up for snacks.”

Azzi laughed quietly. “Now that sounds like a real plan.”

Paige smiled, tugging her even closer. “Perfect. Operation: Don’t Leave This Bed. Starting now.”

Azzi kissed the underside of her jaw, then settled back down with a little hum of agreement. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And in love.”

Azzi yawned, soft and quiet. “You win.”

“I always do.”

Azzi was already drifting again, and Paige didn’t blame her. This bed, this morning, this moment — it was peace. It was theirs.

She kissed the top of Azzi’s head.

“Five more minutes,” she whispered.

Azzi, half-asleep, murmured, “Then snacks?”

“Then snacks.”

[talaok]

a smutty joel imagine with him saying, “you’re in trouble doll”

Pairing: dbf!Joel Miller x f!reader

summary: Joel, your dad's best friend, has pissed you off once again for his constant fear of your father finding out about you, so you decide to make him jealous, only he doesn't take it as well as you expected... or maybe exactly as you had

warnings: jealousy, he grabs you by the neck at one point, possessive!Joel smut| a bit of thigh riding, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, she calls him daddy ONCE bc I need to cut back on the daddy kink it's becoming a problem, kind of exhibitionism, and unnecessary feelings cause i can never fucking write a story where they're just fucking for some reason

You were flirting good

The way you only did when you weren't really interested, when it was just a game, when you were bored, or perhaps... in the mood for taunting someone

Maybe someone who was across the backyard, his hazel eyes burning a hole into the back of your head as he gripped his beer hard enough to shatter it, his head nodding slowly at whatever your dad was saying, but his thoughts only to you, only to that little asshole who had his hand on your cheek- on his girl

"I'd forgotten how funny you are" you said, after falling into a more than exaggerated laughing fit at one of Kaleb's miserable jokes.

He grinned with that smile guys have when they think they have it in the bag, when they’re already picturing you in their bed

As if

“Tell you what, I'm even funnier in front of a drink,” he said, his eyes glinting with victory “you free tonight?”

But before you could respond, a very much non-friendly voice barked from beside you

"she's not"

Joel looked even hotter than usual with that t-shirt clinging to his toned biceps and pecs, and the way he was looking at Kaleb... he looked ready to kill, and fuck if that didn't make him even hotter

"Tommy needs your help on the grill, I'm takin' a break" he nodded toward his brother, giving the guy a chance to scramble before he had to punch him in the face

"now?" Kaled wined, his gaze trailing to you, as if counting on the understanding of another man of what he was interrupting

"Now."

There was no room for negotiating, and the guy finally got it, sighing loudly before nodding

"Fine, I'll catch you later then," he smiled, watching you reciprocate, before he started for the grill

You squinted your eyes against the sun as you looked up at Joel, making a show of rolling your eyes as he gave you that stern, angry look he was always so good at giving

"Cockbloker"

You didn't wait for whatever smart retort he was gonna send your way as you turned around and started making your way into the house,

only of course, he was right behind you, closing the glass door to the kitchen with a loud thud

"you're in trouble doll"

again, you could only roll your eyes as you opened the fridge to look for what you didn't even know

The party of people just outside the windows was loud, but his steps as he stalked to you were the only thing you could hear

"I'm talking to you"

You could hear the restraint in his voice, almost feel it oozing off of him, the way you were getting under his skin, the way he was controlling his own rage

And when you only sighed, still not acknowledging his presence... then his self-control slipped, and his hand had forced the fridge to fly shut, the bottles rattling inside.

maybe this will get your attention

And it did, you turned to him, a bored, stoic look on your face

"what do you think you're doing?" he hissed, his jaw ticking 

"what?" you cocked a brow "I'm not allowed to talk to people anymore?"

The way he tilted his head, flames of anger lighting his eyes as he took a step towards you made you want to get down on your knees and suck him off right there and then... but then again, you were supposed to make him pay

"Don't give me that bullshit" he growled "That wasn't just talking, there's only one thing that guy was after and you know it"

You scoffed, taking a step closer to him in affront

"so?" you asked, raising your brows "What I was after the same thing Joel?" you argued "You know, since you're so scared of my dad finding out... since you're always saying I should find someone more age-appropriate, I figured... why not Kaleb?" 

Oh he was fuming

"At least he's not scared of my dad" you mocked "At least he wouldn't have to sneak out of my house after he's done fucking me-"

you didn't even see him move, the only thing you felt, was the back of your head hitting the fridge, and seconds after, his hand gripping your throat, and only then did you hear the gasp fleeing your throat

he had moved you to the other side of the fridge so that from outside, no one could see your dad's bestie choking his daughter without so much of a hair of second thought.

"If he even tries to come near you" his face was but an inch from yours "He won't have a dick to fuck you with sweetheart, got it?"

What did he think? That he was gonna scare you? please

You snorted, your mouth twitching in a smirk

"You don't own me Joel" you only purred "I can fuck who I want"

The snarl he let out was nothing but predatory

"You think that fucking guy's the right one for you?" he asked, his right leg in between yours, the top of his thigh dangerously close to your core 

"you think that little asshole's gonna make you come?" his breath was ghosting your mouth, but he ducked lower, murmuring against your ear now 

"You think Kaleb's gonna fuck you better than I do?"

Although shivers were running down your spine, you chuckled, as you murmured "Maybe"

He groaned, his thigh immediately going to your center, rubbing against your clit as his fingers tightened on your throat.

"say that again" he challenged, his voice rough and throaty

"what," you grinned, "you think you're some kind of sex god or something?"

The fact that he could hear all the little whimpers you were swallowing down your throat didn't help your case

"Have you forgotten already about all the times you were begging for my cock sweetheart?" he teased, his jeans damping with your slick as you parted your mouth in pleasure "All the nights you spent screaming my name, mh?" 

His warm words felt so good on your neck, and his leg... if he kept at it you might just fall apart like that

"you think another man can do that for you?" his eyes were boring into yours now, his hand forcing you to meet his gaze 

And when you didn't answer, the same smug grin on you, he understood what he needed to do

"You need a little reminder, 's that it?"

And just like that, you had exactly where you wanted him.

If he was aware that this was your plan all along, he didn't show it, probably because you had turned his brain into a jealous angry heap.

He watched the way you bit your bottom lip, the same way he's seen you do thousands of times before, need pooling in your iris and panties at the same time

"ah that's it, isn't it?" he growled, his right hand going to squeeze your ass "my dirty girl needs me to remind her who's the only man that can make her feel good huh?"

And fuck it, but you were already palming the bulge at the front of his pants

"whose cock she needs to be filled with" he smirked, watching your pretty eyes fall to his mouth

"then I guess I just have to, don't I?"

His lips were on yours faster than you could blink, his mouth ravenous and hungry as much as his tongue, which was exploring every inch of you as if he needed to have all of you, right there, right now.

You felt his hand leave your neck and seconds after your ear picked up his zipper getting undone and then he was picking you up and he was hastily freeing his cock from his boxers and-

It was all so fucking fast- he felt like a man possessed

For this much talk of you being the one to need a reminder, it looked like it was him the only one to need this

And maybe it was because seeing you talking to that guy made him see red, or maybe because it had been more than 24 hours since he had a taste of you and missed you more than anything, or maybe... maybe he was just starting to realize that it wasn't the 24 hours, and it wasn't Kaleb, but it was you, it had always been you, with that smart mouth and that smug attitude and your determination and kindness and beauty and fuck- this had never been just fuking- he could never just be having sex with you, he wanted to have you, all of you, not just like this, but in public, in front of everyone, in front of Kaleb and you pissed off dad- he wanted to- to bring you on a proper date and pay the bill and only then fuck you so good you forgot your name- he wanted, he wanted everything, he wanted you, completely.

"You know anyone could come in here at any moment right?" you asked breathlessly as you leaned away, your lips swollen already 

He had you propped against the part of the fridge facing the wall, so you were hidden from the outside, but anyone could have just taken a closer look, or come into the kitchen for a fresh beer and caught you just as he railed into you... and he couldn't have fucking cared less

"What, you scared?"

And the way you smiled- the way you smiled was enough to make a grown man drop to his knees in an instant

"fuck me, daddy"

God fucking damn him, but he might just be in love

"Jesus fucking Christ doll"

He didn't let you laugh at him before he had pounced into you with one hard and deep thrust, his mouth crushing into yours simultaneously to drown out that clamorous moan he already knew was coming from your throat

He didn't let you get used to him, he only started fucking up into you like he needed to split you in half, like he needed to get deeper into you that he'd ever been.

He was grunting with each push, and you could faintly hear the fridge beside you move in tandem with his movements, but you couldn't have cared less about worrying whether or not it could be seen from outside.

he hit a particularly deep spot inside of you and just as you were about to cry out like a mad woman, his hand was on your mouth, shutting you up for good

"you let another guy touch this fucking pussy and they're dead" his eyes were just as brutal as his thrusts, although a veil of harrowing honesty lay beneath them

He was being serious, he needed you to know that

 "got it?" he asked, your mind only half listening as your walls tightened around him "It's fucking mine" he purred, the hand he had on your waist tight enough to bruise "You're fucking mine," he said, "all of you" 

You swore you felt pain underneath the anger in his voice

"I don't care what you say, I'm the only one that can make you come, 'm the only one who can touch you or fuck you or- or fucking take you out to dinner- got it?"

If it were any other moment you would have teased him, but this... there was something too precious- too honest about this

"yes" you whimpered into his palm, 

And that sent him straight to fucking heaven, he couldn't help but relieve your lips of his hand and kiss you again, kiss you with every inch of life he had in him

"You're mine" he breathed, both of you breathing so heavily you were nearly hyperventilating

"I'm yours Joel" you promised, your core wisting and tuning as he drilled you closer and closer to the edge "I'm yours" you repeated, watching what it did to him, the relief plastered onto his face, the want only multiplying in his pace "only yours- all of me-"

"that's right" he breathed, his skin slapping with yours "My pussy, my body, my girl" he purred "You're mine, doll"

And just like that, he had pushed you over the edge, watching you fall apart closely before he couldn't help but follow suit, kissing you as he silenced both your moans, bottling them up inside of him, so he could never forget them, forget this.

You opened your eyes to find his already on you, so many unspoken words, feelings, hopes in them, and you couldn't help but smile, dropping your forehead to his as he settled you back onto the ground

"That was- wow" you sighed, still grinning like a kid "I should make you jealous more often"

"Please don't" he begged, his fingers drawing circles on your waist as you kissed him again, smiling softly onto his lips

You needed to talk, about what happened, about what this was, about everything... but as you both leaned away, a mutual understanding passed through you

Later

"You should get back out there" you murmured, although halfheartedly.

the prospect of moving away from his embrace felt like hell right now

"what about you?" he asked, his nose nuzzling against yours

"I gotta clean myself up" 

"I could help" 

You rolled your eyes playfully as a small laugh flowed through you

"Joel" you said, still smiling "go"

And so even if his whole mind, body, and soul were fighting against it, he did, kissing you one last time before he leaned away, fixed himself up, and looked at you one more time, before walking out of the kitchen and into the backyard

And as if on cue that fucking asshole had to come in and ruin his fucking vibe

"Hey, where's y/n? I've been looking for her" Kaleb asked, walking up to him.

Joel didn't even try to be nice, he didn't even bother with that "count to ten before answering" bullshit Sarah was always telling him about

"She's not interested, and if I see you even just looking her way ever again, I am going to kill you Kaleb, understand?"

To say the guy was taken aback was the understatement of the century

His eyes widened so much he didn't even look like himself

"w-what the fuck?" he spat "Where is she, I need to t-"

"she's in the bathroom" Joel cut him off, pure rage and annoyance in his voice, in his stare "cleaning my come off of herself"

Kaleb stumbled back, literally now

"w-wha-"

"I told you buddy" Joel said simply "she's not interested"

[sapphicmsmarvel]

azriel crack headcannons!

im alive!

note: use of “tits” instead of “breasts”, i hate that word yall. 

-You love being mushy with him. Complimenting his eyes, his hands, his voice. He gets all blushy and squeaky and it’s so cute. 

-He activated cuteness aggression which confused him at first but he secretly loves how obsessed you are with him. (he’s never had anyone be so obsessed with him) 

-You both give each other flowers. The first time you gave him his own bouquet he was giggling and kicking his feet in private. 

-You have trouble trying new food, so he will let you try a bit of his meal if he gets something new. That way you don't “waste” (even though he has enough money to buy velaris at this point) money. Even if he insists you don't need to worry about money. 

-You like asking him insane questions. 

“How do you feel about me wearing revealing clothes in public?” 

He shrugged. “I can fight and you look beautiful in anything.”

“If i got a new piercing-“

“My love, it’s your body. But if you pierce your nipples i’m going to have so much fun.”

-You got your nipples pierced. You couldn’t decide on what jewelry to get. So you bought two pairs. One, for the healing process that were barbells with blue gems. 

For after, barbells with an ‘A’ on both ends of the jewelry. That man audibly moaned when he saw that specific piece of jewelry. 

-He has loud sneezes. 

-He’s afraid of spiders. 

-You two 100% gossip. 

-You’ll read smutty novels to each other in funny voices. This is the only way Azriel discovered that he can make an incredible high pitched voice. 

-He gets the zoomies at random times. You know it’s brewing when the shadows start to practically vibrate in the air. 

-If you have your hair up, he or his shadows will play with your baby hairs that escape the hairstyle. 

-Speaking of the shadows, they’ll just sit on your waist like a belt and just be part of whatever outfit you have on. Or a necklace (not in a kinky way you dirty birds) 

((but like, that too))

-Speaking of things being taken as kinky. He stretches you out. You have a disability that worsens when you don't do your daily stretches (sciatica nerve damage gang rise up) so he forces you to do them. 

-As in pins you down and forces your body to stretch out the nerve. 

“It’s almost like you like to be in pain.” He admonishes as he pushed on your glute. 

“I’m just lazy.” You admit. 

He smacks your ass, causing you to yelp. “Well, I don't like seeing my love in pain, so stop being lazy.” 

-He may be a stoic warrior, but he’s also a guy. He loves titties. 

-He’ll burrow into them when he’s upset. 

-When your cycle happens, your tits get sore and swollen. So he’ll massage them, suck on them, anything. 

-You wear lip balm a lot. You just have a thing where a tube needs to be on you at all times. He personally prefers when you wear a balm that’s vanilla or like a baked good. The minty balms he really doesn’t like the taste of.  

-Usually, he is the exact opposite of lazy. However, you’ve turned him into a lazy sunday morning man. Or really, any day he wants to sleep in, he does now. You’re just so warm and sweet and sleepy he can’t resist it! 

-You sprawl out in bed. You starfish over the entire bed if he gets up for the bathroom or water in the middle of the night. To get you back to your side, all he has to do is poke your side and you curl in on yourself. 

He giggles (yes, giggles) every single time. 

-He already is a mischievous man, but with you the silliness hits an all time high. 

-Random ass spankings, he bean dips you, when he works out wearing a shirt, he’ll take the shirt off and throw it at you. So you have a musty sweaty ass shirt coming at you. 

-You always call his shadows “little stinkers” and he loves it. 

-They’ll move things to higher shelves to force you to ask Azriel for help getting them.  

The man loves leaning over you, your sweet ass pressed against him as he reaches. 

-Sometimes, you’ll just stare at him and wonder how this beautiful man is yours. 

But that’s okay, because he stares at you the same way. 

[marvelobsessed134]

Life imitates art

A/n: whewww this is one of my favorite things I ever written

Pairings: Beefy!Art Professor!Natasha x Fem!Student!Reader

Warnings: age gap (not specified), Nat has a dick, smut, blowjob, degradation, painting a nude person, reader being that nude person, pervy Nat (?), student/teacher dynamics

Okay so you’ve been failing your art class in college. But it’s really not your fault you’ve just been so caught up with your other classes that you’ve been slacking off.

And of course your professor noticed. Natasha knew she had to talk to you after class because you were one of her top students and now you’ve fallen off the deep end.

So after the lecture and after everyone leaves, leaving their canvases up to dry, the redhead calls you to stay after class.

You walked towards her desk with a nervous feeling in your stomach. You know you’re gonna get some kind of lecture of your own.

“Yes Professor Romanoff?” You asked in a sweet tone hoping you won’t be getting into any trouble with her. Not that she’s a mean professor per se but when a student fails she makes them do an extra project to get their grades up. It’s almost like she loves to torture people!

“Miss Y/n you’ve been failing very miserably in my class. Any particular reason why?” She asked.

You gulped, “Well…you see professor I’ve just been so caught up in my other classes that I’ve kind of been slacking on this one but-“

“So is my class not important to you?”

“No! It’s very important to me I love art and I love painting but I have these two big tests coming up so I haven’t had the time to finish my projects and you know I don’t do half assed work when it comes to my art.”

The redhead smiled a little bit at that, “Yes, which I do admire and appreciate but I’d like you to put more effort into my class.”

You looked down at your feet shamefully, “Yes Professor Romanoff.” You sounded like a scolded child.

“Well,” she stood up and walked over to her empty easel and put a large blank canvas on it. She also put a chair right behind it.

Then she walked back over to you. “You know how to get your grade up in my class. But instead of you painting I want you to be my model. Can you do that?”

The thought of you being her model made your flush, “I guess.”

“Great. Now strip off your clothes.”

“W-what?”

“You heard me. I’ve personally always wanted to have a live nude model in my presence to paint so nows my chance.”

“Professor Romanoff…this is highly inappropriate im your student plus you’re like a decade older than-“

“Do you want those grades or not detka?” The nickname gave you a shiver down your spine.

“Yes I do but-“

“Then do as I say and take your clothes off.” You quickly complied, shakily pulling your shirt over your head and unclasping your bra. Your shoes, socks, jeans, and panties came off next.

“Go sit on that chair over there.” She pointed to the chair that sat in front of the easel. You took a deep breath and walked over to sit down. Your arms resting on the armrests and your legs clenched together.

As Natasha got set up behind the easel she said, “Don’t hide your pretty pussy from me baby.” Your eyes widened at her words but you complied. Desperate for the grades, you slowly spread your legs. Unfortunately you were embarrassingly wet.

It’s no surprise you have a crush on your professor. She’s beefy with a pretty face and exudes dominance. Her shirt sleeves are always rolled up to her elbows and her slacks fit her perfectly. Along with the occasional blazer she wears.

Unbeknownst to you she noticed how wet your little cunt was and smirked.

She began to paint you, taking in every breathtaking detail of you.

You felt so vulnerable in this position. Sitting naked in front of your fully clothed professor as she painted your naked form.

She didn’t even bother to try to hide the erection in her pants, because she knew you felt the same way about her. It was only a matter of time before she could finally taste you and have her way with you.

Once she had gotten most of the painting down-she can finish it later she will remember every inch of your body-she walked over to you.

You sat up straighter, not daring to close your legs. Natasha towered over you and looked down at your pretty perky nipples and your wet pussy.

“I think my model needs a reward for being such a good girl don’t you think?” She asked and you sucked in a breath.

She tilted your chin up with her index finger, “Yes or no babygirl.”

Oh you knew it was wrong so, so wrong. But you found yourself saying, “Yes.” It came out as a whisper you were surprised she even heard it.

The redhead smirked, “That’s what I thought.” She got down on her knees, her hands sliding up your bare legs before she licked a bold strip against your pussy. You moaned, throwing your head back at the little piece of friction you just got.

“If my student didn’t want to get naked for me then…why is she so soaking wet?” As she said this she ran her finger up your folds. You hissed in response.

“I know you’ve wanted me since the first day of class. Don’t worry, I want you too.” She kissed the inside of your thigh before licking your folds again, eating you out with such passion that you forgot where you were.

Her mouth attached itself to your clit and you gripped her hair tightly as she sent you closer and closer to the edge before you drenched her face with your release.

“Oh god!” You moaned breathlessly.

“You taste so good detka. Care to return the favor?” She asked with a cocky smile. You immediately got on your knees in front of her and unbuckled her pants, pulling them and her boxers down to free her large cock.

Your eyes widened at the size and you wrapped your hand around her shaft and began to jerk her off.

“I wanna see those pretty lips around my cock baby.” She commanded dryly.

You gulped before wrapping your lips around the tip and sinking down onto it, bobbing your head up and down and jerking off whatever you couldn’t fit in your mouth.

Natasha gripped your hair as you sucked her off. “Such a slut for me huh. Who knew you’d be so eager to taste my dick.” Your pussy was dripping onto the floor both from your previous orgasm and your arousal at the mere action of sucking her cock.

“Shit baby I’m gonna cum.” Your professor moaned before shooting her load down your throat. “Ah fuck that’s it swallow it.”

You swallowed it all and pulled of her cock, opening your mouth to show her you did in fact take it.

She caressed your chin, “Such a good girl. Come over here.” She made her way to the chair you were once sitting on and sat down. Her cock still sticking up in the air. She unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it off revealing her abs. Your mouth watered at the sight and you quickly made your way over to her.

The older woman smirked, “Ride my cock baby.” It was a simple command that you were more than happy to obey.

You straddled her waist and sunk down on her thick cock, moaning at the stretch.

“God you’re so tight.” She hissed as she gripped your hips and started moving you up and down her length, treating you like her own personal toy.

You were a moaning mess, rolling your eyes at the back of your head as she continuously hit your g spot. “Oh fuck professor! Feels so good!”

“Yeah? Oh god who knew my student wanted to be slutted out so bad.” She also thrusted her hips up as she moved you. Your hands gripped her muscular shoulders.

The only sounds that could be heard in the room were the sounds of skin slapping, moans, and grunts.

“I’m gonna cum again fuuuuck.” You cried.

“Cum again for me sweetie.” You reached down to rub your clit as you were sent to a land of ecstasy.

You clenched around her cock and your vision went white for a second. You absolutely drenched her cock.

“Oh yeah drench my fucking cock. I’m gonna cum again.” She quickly pulled out of you and forced you on your knees. You watched as she jerked herself off till she came on your tits.

“Holy fuck. You’re unbelievable.” Natasha breathed and you giggled.

“Did I get the grade?”

“Oh yeah you got the grade. And if you keep this up then you’ll be passing every exam too.”

[artificial-transmutations]

4k! Dropout Dorm 2

Aiden coughed, trying to hide his embarrassment.

"No, I don't think so..."

Marvin walked towards him, slowly. Thankfully, Marvin only went to the window to open it before packing his bag. 

"Aren't you going to get out of bed soon?" Marvin asked. "Classes are about to start! 

Of course, that wasn't all that easy. Under his blanket, his body was still covered in spurts of cum that Aiden smeared into the fabric and all over himself with every movement. 

"Go ahead, my classes don't start for a while, and I'm really sleepy" he lied while faking a yawn. Apparently, the innocent Marvin bought his lie and left for class. Once the room door closed, Aiden bolted out of bed. As he had feared, the inward facing side of his blanket as well as his torso were wet with sticky cum. However, Marvin had also been right about classes. He had no time to clean up properly or take a shower now, that would have to wait until the afternoon. Aiden quickly used his towel to wipe off the worst from his body and turned his blanket, so the dirty side faced down. He threw on some clothes and was almost out of the door when he noticed that the window was still open. Not having anything stolen was definitely more important than a smelly room, so he closed the window and hurried to his class. 

Aiden made it to class, just barely. He didn't have any trouble following the professor but was distracted by himself. As the day progressed, Aiden noticed that he was smelling a bit. The sweaty activity this morning combined with the dried up seed under his clothes and the lack of shower produced a bit of a smell. It was probably nothing anyone else would notice, but still, Aiden was very self-conscious about it and resolved to taking a shower when classes were over. To make matters even worse, it was a moderately hot summer day, and Aiden was sweating under his long sleeve shirt. He didn't want to open it on the other hand in order not to disturb anyone with his smell. 

Marvin was the first to return to the 'dropout dorm'. When he opened the door, he immediately noticed the stale air. For understandable reasons, Aiden had closed the window when he left the room. Apparently, the time it had been open had not been enough to get rid of the strong aroma two sleeping guys produced. 

Marvin considered opening the window again but decided against it. The sun was burning down outside and opening the window now would only make the room heat up unnecessarily. Besides, he almost didn't smell it anymore. 

With this rationalization, Marvin started up his PC, to get his assignments done. He had a few days for them but doing them immediately didn't hurt. 

However, Marvin found it hard to concentrate today. Perhaps it had been the new experiences during the last few days, but he was feeling rather aroused. His small dick had gotten stiff, and he found himself readjusting his crotch often while trying to concentrate on his assignment. 

Finally, he gave up. It had been long since he had been this horny. He just needed to get it out of his system, so he opened a porn site. As he was nestling on the button of his pants however, without a warning, the room door opened. 

Marvin panicked, and his face became red as a tomato. He simultaneously shoved his shirt over his thankfully small bulge and hit the power button of his computer, not caring that he lost what little progress he had made on his assignment. 

Thankfully, Aiden, who came into the room, had not noticed anything out of the ordinary but regarded Marvin with a curious look. 

"Hey Marvin. Why are you shutting down your computer?" 

"Oh, uhm, hi Aiden. Yes, I'm... eh... I mean I have to go, that's why!" 

"Ah, cool, where are you going?" asked Aiden in a friendly tone while letting himself fall to his bed. 

Crap. He needed a good excuse. Classes were over for the day. Without thinking much, he just blurted out the first thing that came to mind: "I'm going to the gym!" 

"To the gym?" Aiden asked bewilderedly. 

"Yes, I thought there is no harm in trying it out once, haha!" Marvin said and went through his drawer to retrieve some never used gym clothes. 

"Alright! Have fun!" said Aiden, secretly happy he would be alone in the room because of that.

Marvin dressed quickly, grabbed his backpack and left the room. 

Finally alone, Aiden, who was still lying on his bed, sighed a sigh of relief. Now, he had time to clean up, change his sheets and shower. He sat up and pulled his shirt over his head, leaving him bare-chested. He took a test sniff on his armpits. Yep, they smelled pretty intense, at least compared to his usual body odor. What was a bit odd though were the bushes of brown hair that prominently looked out from his armpits. Had he always been so hairy there? He couldn't say - that was something he never noticed much. It smelled really sweaty, though. When he scratched the hair with his hand, it felt damp with sweat.

Aiden smelled his fingers that just had scratched his pit, just to be sure. Yes, definitely a strong odor. He repeated the experiment on his other armpit. Same result. Aiden's head was swimming and for some reason he was really horny again. His dick strained against his pants and demanded attention. Good thing Marvin was out. It was pretty unusual for him to feel the need to jerk off twice in a week, let alone twice in a day, but Aiden thought nothing of it and got to work. 

As his right arm pumped up and down, the smell from his armpits was shoved into the room with each movement, for some reason making Aiden even more aroused. As he was getting close already, however, this wasn't enough anymore. As best as he could, he buried his nose in his armpits and took a deep breath. Ohhhh yes! That sensation brought him over the edge and more cum splattered against his body. Some missed his chest and hit his pillow instead, forming wet patches on the linen.

Aiden exhaled. That was unusually intense. He looked down on the mess he made. He should clean that up. But right now, he felt really tired, and Marvin would surely be out for a bit, so he still had some time. He grabbed his discarded shirt and wiped over his chest, letting the fabric absorb his sweat and cum, while spreading the rest more over his body, before letting the cloth fall to the floor without spending a further thought on it. Time to relax for a bit. 

With this thought, Aiden snuggled himself into his stained bed and slumbered away.

Meanwhile, Marvin arrived at the gym. What was he even doing? He could just pretend he went to the gym and return half an hour later. But then again, this would just be wasting time, and he did buy the gym clothes in case he wanted to try out the athletic offerings of the college at some point.

Under no circumstances had he expected this to be the case on his very first day here, but he might as well. 

Thankfully, there was nobody there to see him, as he changed into his gym clothes and so he entered the foreign territory in his oversized clothes with a bit of apprehension. But there was nobody in here as well, so he could basically do whatever he wanted without making a fool out of himself.

Where to start... There were the treadmills of course, but after closer inspection, the devices looked pretty complicated, and Marvin didn't want to damage anything (or himself) by pressing the wrong button on it. What else... There were weights. Those are pretty straightforward, Marvin reasoned. Just grab the weighted sticks and lift them, repeatedly. There was probably no way he could do that wrong. 

So, Marvin grabbed some weights and started to lift them up. Even though he started with the smallest one, it was surprisingly heavy, and Marvin went out of breath pretty quickly. He looked at the dumbbells again. They looked really tiny, especially compared to the other versions with much bigger discs. He wouldn't let himself be defeated by those! He grabbed them again and continued lifting.

Once he found his rhythm, the lifting became somewhat easier, and Marvin actually started to enjoy himself. Sweat was running down his body in rivers, drenching his light shirt, but he didn't care. He felt good! 

Marvin lost track of the time for a bit, but he had been working out for at least an hour, maybe two. During the last half hour or so, he even had switched to the next bigger disc size and found he could lift them as well. When he finally had enough, though, he noticed that there were other people working out in the gym now. He hadn't seen them come in, so focused has he been on his own lifting. 

The problem was, there were also other people in the locker room and shower. Marvin really didn't fancy showering with other people, so he decided to just shower in their dorm room.

When he entered the 'dropout dorm', he saw Aiden slumbering in his bed. He was shirtless and his arms hung over the bedframe, exposing hairy armpits. On the floor, a crumbled up shirt was lying, and the whole room smelled a bit... ripe. Marvin smiled. Poor Aiden, he must have been really tired. Best to let him sleep instead of opening the window. Besides, Marvin himself was so sweaty he was pretty smelly as well, he was sure of it. Time to hit the shower!

As he let the hot water run down his body, Marvin noticed a couple of things that seemed odd. For the first time in ever, he noticed some really small amounts of definition on his slim body. While that could probably be explained by the strain on his muscles from the workout (the word 'pump' didn't mean anything to Marvin), there were two more observations that were harder to explain. There were a very few small hairs on his chest, and overall, his complexion was a tad darker, like he had a tan. He didn't have a tan for all his life! It must have been the moving boxes in the bright sunshine yesterday, Marvin rationalized.

After finishing his shower, Marvin worked on his assignments for a bit, but stopped quickly. It wasn't really fun, a mixture of boring and surprisingly difficult at times. He had clearly underestimated the difficulty of his assignments. Perhaps he would have to take a fresh look at it tomorrow.

Furthermore, his body was acting up again. Even though his workout was now several hours ago, he was still sweating like mad. His butt left a wet print in his chair when he stood up and sweat kept dripping down his body and into his eyes. As if that wasn't bad enough, he was constantly hard. Of course, with Aiden sleeping just a few meters away, there was absolutely no way he would do anything about it right now, he would just have to endure it. His gaze went to the sleeping Aiden more than once, without him even noticing, taking in the incredibly hairy armpits and sparse hair on his chest (were those there before?) subconsciously.

Surely, there would be an opportunity to care for that tomorrow, Marvin reasoned as he shut down his computer and went to bed as well. 

With his dick tenting his blanket, he drifted off to sleep.

Things are set in motion! Read the previous part here. The next part is waiting here.

[bitterrfruit]

Wild Cherries

John Price x f!Reader tags/cw: modern western AU, cowboys, mean!John Price, chasing, spanking, light sadomasochism, age gap (ish), brat taming, dubcon if you squint, smut wc: 4.9k 18+ mdni

Jonathan Price owns the ranch that neighbours your family's. You've got a bad habit of hopping the fence between them, snooping and stealing, leaving little traces of your misbehaviour behind. What happens when you poke the bear?

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Jonathan was almost as tall, near as wide as the doorframe he stood in. He glanced above you, expecting someone taller, before he craned his head downward to look at you, and you felt your heart flip behind your sternum.

“Well,” he huffed, voice hoarse from a day’s worth of yelling. His stare narrowed as he soaked you in, crow’s-feet creased; piercing eyes raked from your head to your feet, painfully slowly, and back up again. “Ain’t you a nice surprise.” 

His cocksure voice was rumbling and deep, it sunk under your skin and made you turn pink. You had only ever heard him shouting, heard his roars in the distance when he chastised either you or his ranchmen. Now he uttered his words so low that you could hear the gravel in his throat, it made you want to press your ear to his padded chest and feel the vibrations of his sonorous voice directly from its origin. 

You took the same time to inspect him - realising you hadn’t ever seen him up this close, close enough to smell him. He smelt of hard work and cigar smoke, salt and musk, the warmth of his mammoth body reached out and touched you as if the evening air was suddenly cold. His smoky blue t-shirt had stains of sweat between his broad pectorals and down from his neck, the cotton coated in dust - he had only just turned in from a long day of wrangling, hadn’t yet had the chance to shower or to change. 

He lifted a bronzed and furry arm to lean his elbow against the jamb of the door, so thick with well-earned muscle they threatened to tear the sleeves of his shirt with the slightest flex. You wondered if he picked up his cows with his bare arms, carried them around like they weighed no more than bales of hay. 

His cheeks were ruddy with sunburn and vigour, his firm jaw coated by a dark and barely kempt beard, specked with silvers. His expression was stern, though a glimmer of interest in his steel-blue eyes belied his severity. Heavy lids hung low by virtue of looking down at you, his lips in an analytical curl under the thick moustache that grew under his nose. 

You blinked up at him, and opened your lips to speak - but a gruff snicker from him sucked the air from your lungs before you could utter a word to greet him. 

“Brought me a gift?” He asked richly, glare stuck on you and not the sack of ruby-red jam you hung from your fingers. 

Finding yourself, you gave him a pursed smile. “Lawrence made me come and say hi.” 

“Made you, did he?” He snorted, oozing a knowing arrogance. 

“Yep,” you said, lifting the bag to present it to him. “Eve cooked up some jam.” 

You saw his temples bulge as his jaw clenched tightly, expression sinking into what looked to you like twisted disappointment. 

“Nice o’ you,” he grunted disinterestedly, paying no mind to your olive branch. After a troubled sigh, he asked; “Where’ve you been, lil’ miss Honeybee?” 

The use of your nickname made gooseflesh shiver down your spine. He could only have heard that from your siblings or their ranchmen - how often had they spoken to him? Discussed you while you weren’t there to hear it? Last you thought, they never interacted at all. Now, he seemed to mock you with it. 

But he uttered it so casually, with such a coating of sugar, that it rinsed you like praise. 

“Just working,” you replied flatly, shuffling on your feet, vaguely embarrassed to admit you had abandoned the job already. “In the city.” 

“Mh,” he hummed, giving you a placid nod. “Back for good?”

You bit back the smirk that coaxed your lips. “Maybe.” 

“I’ll have to build a taller fence, then, won’t I?” 

Unable to discern if there was any humour in the forcefulness of his tone, your tongue curled behind your teeth as you tried to find a response that wouldn’t incriminate you. 

And you failed. “I’m a good climber.” 

He didn’t quite smile, you saw his chest rise and fall with a hounded breath. 

“I bet you are.” 

an: hey y'all, as some may recognise, this is the extendo version of my old drabble 'cowboy price'. Not yet the part 3 that many of you were asking for (i'm sorry), but there will be many more parts to come, and I hope they will sate our collective hunger for horny western Price!!

Above is only a snippet, the rest is on my Ao3. love youuuu <3

[oriria512]

ALHAITHAM x Reader

To those who goes quiet when they're sad, i'm with you babe 😭

"...huh"

Alhaitham pealed his gaze off from the book in his hand, his eyes darting around the house from the couch

The plants? Lush green, flowing in the gentle breeze at the window frame. The table? Topped with two cups of tea he brewed not long ago and books he's yet to read. The kitchen? Neat and tidy, some dishes in the sink needs a washing but other than that still clean.

Everything seems normal enough, he wanders back to the book , eyes squinting to check the writings but they're perfectly fine too

But... something feels off

It's awfully quiet today, Alhaitham thought to himself

And as if an exclamation mark appeared on top of his head, he turns his head right, to your side of the couch

How long have you been sitting there, all quiet and at peace with a poker face that it almost feels tad bit unreal, staring blankly at the window, deep in your thoughts.

You've always been so cheerful, the sunshine that brightens every path you waltz, to see you like this made his heart tightens. Now if it were just anyone, they'd probably assume you're just relaxing, enjoying the rare tranquility of the day, but this was Alhaitham we're talking about!

Were there something troubling you? Or was it a particular person who has inflicted this humbling sadness on you?

Nevermind that...yet

With a straight face, he discarded his book then leans closer to you

Before you can acknowledge his sudden movement, he pressed his soft warm lips against yours

Surprised, you unknowingly jerked away with widen eyes only for him to tilt his head and kissed you again whilst holding your hand

It took you a moment to process what just happened when he pulled back, opening his beautiful turquoise eyes that makes you feel like drowning in them everytime they met yours

"wh-what was that for?" You finally spoke up, heart thumping faster as blood rushes to your cheeks

Alhaitham only blinked at you, confused not knowing how much his action has affected you, "kissing releases dopamine and relive stress, and it looks as though you needed it" he said, voice sincere and warm

"But you've never been the one to initiated it before, it's quite odd coming from you" your brows furrowed into a concern frown

His free hand coming up to hold your face, thumb gently swiping your redden cheek

"We are lovers, are we not? Besides, you looked troubled, it pains me to see you so sad and quiet, not being able to talk about your feelings with me..." confessing as he gave you a small reassuring smile

Your eyes tear up at his thoughtfulness

He's always been this observing, looking pass the walls you built around yourself

"I need you to trust me" he whispered softly, pulling you in for an embrace, sheltering you from the world. He never wants you to feel like you have to always be happy and brave to be loved, he'd rather be the one to stay with you during your lowest.

You sniffle in his chest, trying to keep up the act you'd put on your whole life

"i'm fine..." You uttered weakly, hands gripping the back of his shirt

Alhaitham didn't try to argue with you, humming as a response as he soothe you, tightening the hug to stimulate more comfort and help you relax. More importantly, to assure you that he's here for you.

Whatever it is you're dealing with, he wants to be apart of the battle

Because he knows you'd do the same for him.

A/N : on god we all deserve someone who'd see our pain through all that acting.

[loafysainz]

the parent trap (remake) | CS 55

cast: carlos sainz x fem!reader

warn: 100% fiction & remake

next chap

PART 16 BACK TO PAST MEMORIES

The afternoon had been a whirlwind—full of surprises, chaos, and more surprises. So, when Carlos and Matheo stepped out of the hotel lobby together, both dressed in formal attire, Carlos couldn't help but feel a little on edge. 

“Matheo…” Carlos tilted his head, tugging at the stiff collar of his shirt as he eyed his son. “There have been ‘way’ too many surprises today. Can you at least tell me where we’re going?” 

Matheo grin was as mischievous as ever. “I already told you, Dad—it’s a surprise.” 

Carlos rolled his eyes dramatically. “All right, I wish I am not about to get struck by lightning or something.” 

As they walked towards the entrance of the hotel, Carlos caught sight of Y/N, who was walking out with Mattia. Both were impeccably dressed, though Carlos’s gaze naturally lingered on the Y/N longer than he’d admit. 

The twins exchanged a knowing glance, the kind of secretive look that sent chills down a parent’s spine. Carlos sighed deeply. “This doesn’t feel like it’s going to end well.” 

Y/N approached him, smoothing down her dress. “Hey… any idea what the kids are up to?” 

Carlos shook his head. “No clue. Matheo won’t tell me a thing.” 

Y/N nodded “I see.”

The limo ride that followed was short, yet somehow stretched an eternity in awkward anticipation. Carlos couldn’t shake the feeling that he and Y/N were being set up. By the time they arrived at a port, the confusion on their faces was mutual. 

“Kids…” Carlos stared at the waterfront with raised eyebrows. “Is this where we’re eating?” 

Mattia smirked. “Nope!” 

Matheo pointed towards the dock, where a stunning yacht was illuminated against the evening sky. “That’s where we’re going to have dinner.” 

Carlos’s jaw nearly hit the floor. “The yacht? You’re joking.” 

But they weren’t joking. 

The group made their way onto the boat, Carlos firing questions as quickly as his brain could process what was happening. “Matheo, how exactly are we paying for this?” 

“We gave all our savings,” Matheo said, his tone suspiciously nonchalant. 

Carlos raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, sure, Theo. Try again.” 

“Well… I call Grandpa Sainz yesterday, he have helped a ‘little’ bit,” Matheo admitted sheepishly. 

“Matheo,” Carlos said, gave his son a pointed look. 

Matheo grinned up at him. “What? It helped a lot.” 

Mattia quickly interjected, tugging on Y/N’s dress. “Come on, Mom. You’re going to love this.” 

The families was ushered inside the yacht, where they stopped at an elegant door. Matheo turned to them with a grin so wide it practically screamed trouble. “Mrs. Y/LN, Mr. Sainz… your dinner is served.” 

The door swung open, revealing a beautifully set table in the middle of the room. Flowers and candles decorated the space, their soft glow reflected in the surrounding windows that overlooked the water. Y/N gasped quietly, clearly impressed by the romantic setup, while Carlos scanned the scene, his eyes narrowing. 

“Uh… kids? There are only two chairs,” he pointed out, gesturing at the table. 

Matheo’s face lit up. “Exactly! That’s part two of the surprise. We’re ‘not’ having dinner with you!” 

Y/N laughed nervously, trying to mask her growing unease. “Oh? And who will be joining us then?” 

Right on cue, Chessy appeared, stepping into the room in an immaculately with a chef form. “Good evening,” she announced, a sly smile playing on her lips. “My name is Chessy, and I’ll be your assistant tonight. Comments, questions, and complaints? Not accepted.” 

Behind her, Martin entered, holding a bottle of wine with an almost angelic smile. “And I, Martin, will be your sommelier this evening. Let’s hope you drink just enough to forget that these two troublemakers roped us into this.” 

Carlos blinked. “Wait. You’re the staff tonight?” 

Chessy shrugged, clearly unfazed by the question. “Mattia, music please.�� 

Mattia darted to the corner of the room, hitting play on a small speaker. A soft, romantic ballad filled the space, the melody blending perfectly with the gentle rocking of the yacht. 

“Relax,” Mattia said, his voice brimming with excitement. “Sail through time!” 

“And enjoy the evening,” Matheo added with a dramatic wave of his hand. 

The twins turned to leave, practically skipping out of the room. Y/N and Carlos exchanged hesitant glances, neither daring to speak as the reality of the situation sank in. 

“Well,” Y/N said after a long pause, her voice barely above a whisper. “This is… weird.” 

Carlos groaned, slumping into one of the chairs. “Remind me to ground those two when this is over.” 

But as the soft music played and Martin poured the wine, Carlos couldn’t help but crack a smile. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Chessy watched as the children disappeared from sight, their laughter fading into the distance. She turned to her companions, her brow furrowed. “Have you seen the evil plan?” she asked, her tone suspicious but tinged with humor.

Y/N adjusted the black-colored scarf around her neck, the gesture betraying her nervousness. “Yes, yes,” she muttered, trying to gather her thoughts. “I’m starting to understand what’s happening.”

Carlos glanced around, his eyes landing on a lifebuoy decorated with a familiar name. A flicker of recognition crossed his face. “It’s just like when we first met,” he said softly, his voice carrying a hint of nostalgia. “The boat, the music...”

“The service,” Chessy added with a smirk.

Y/N, ever the romantic, took in the scene with sincere appreciation. “Everything is... very beautiful,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Carlos turned to Martin with a playful grin. “Martin, would you please accept a drink?” he asked, gesturing toward the bar.

Martin and chessy shared a knowing smile as they obediently took their drinks. Martin gave Chessy a subtle signal, and the two of them quietly slipped away, leaving Carlos and Y/N alone.

As the soft hum of the waves provided a serene backdrop, Carlos leaned against the balcony of the boat. He hesitated for a moment before confessing, “To be honest, I haven’t been on a boat since that time.”

Y/N joined him at the railing, their shoulders almost brushing. “Me neither,” she admitted, her voice tinged with vulnerability. He avoided Carlos’s gaze, focusing instead on the horizon. But Carlos wasn’t one to shy away. Raising his glass, he proposed, “Well, then, here’s to, uh…”

“Our son,” Y/N interjected quickly, finally meeting Carlos’s eyes.

The sincerity in her voice made Carlos pause, his own glass hovering mid-air. “Our son,” Carlos repeated, clinking his glass against Y/N’s. A small, almost imperceptible smile graced his lips, though it looked more like a grimace born of mixed emotions.

Their moment of connection was abruptly interrupted when Carlos caught sight of their children peeking through the small windows of the cabin doors. As soon as they realized they’d been discovered, the kids ducked out of sight with impressive speed.

Gathering his courage, Carlos turned to face her fully. “Y/N... if we can ever be completely alone, I’d like to talk about what happened between us. Because it ended so quickly.”

Y/N’s expression softened, though a flicker of hesitation lingered. “It started very fast,” she replied, her tone layered with meaning.

Carlos’s signature charming smile returned. “I remember that part very well,” he teased.

Y/N’s lips curved into a small smile, betraying her own memories of their whirlwind beginning.

Meanwhile, Chessy and Martin, who were spying discreetly from a corner, exchanged satisfied glances. “It seems like everything is going well,” Chessy commented, her tone light.

“I think the same,” Martin replied, his eyes still fixed on the couple.

She motioned toward the kitchen. “Come on, we have to serve the appetizers.”

Martin nodded, momentarily flustered by Chessy’s charm. “O-of course,” he stammered, following her.

Back at the table, Y/N and Carlos settled into their seats. Y/N broke the silence first. “So, tell me, Carlos. You’ve done very well in life, haven’t you?” she gestured to the wine bottle. “Your brand is on the rise every day.”

Carlos adjusted his napkin, his expression modest. “And you? I remember your notebooks full of amazing designs. Have you been able to pursue that?”

Y/N smiled, clearly touched that Carlos remembered. “Yes, that’s right. We both fulfilled our dreams, didn’t we?”

Chessy entered with two plates in hand, interrupting the moment. As she set the meals down, Y/N’s mind wandered back to their children. “What are we going to do with them?” she asked, her voice tinged with concern.

Carlos sighed, his fingers tapping against the table. “Well, the two of them have already met. It’ll be impossible to separate them now.”

Y/N pondered for a moment. “I could stay with them for half a year, and you for the other half,” she suggested tentatively.

Chessy, still lingering nearby, shook her head. “Hey... kids can’t go to different schools every year. It wouldn’t make sense.”

Carlos nodded in agreement. “You’re right.”

Y/N’s brow furrowed as she tried to come up with a solution. “Well, I could take them for a full year, and you the next?”

Chessy’s disapproval was evident. “Still not a great idea,” she said bluntly.

Carlos glanced at her, then back at Y/N. Realizing the tension, Chessy quickly excused herself. “Oh... sorry, I’m leaving.”

Y/N couldn't help but let a soft chuckle escape, amused by the small slip-up that had just happened. It was one of those moments that lightened the tension, if only briefly.

"Anyway," Carlos began, attempting to steer the conversation back on track, "that’s why we had our previous agreement."

Y/N raised a skeptical eyebrow, her expression equal parts curious and doubtful. "Really? I thought it was because... well, because we didn’t want to be together anymore."

Carlos shifted in his seat, biting his lip as though the memory still stung. "No," he admitted quietly, "it wasn’t both of us."

Y/N leaned back slightly, folding her arms in front of him. "Well," she said, her voice laced with a mix of reflection and mild defensiveness, "that part has gotten a little fuzzy over the years."

Carlos tilted his head, as if deciding how much to push. "Do you remember the day you packed your things?" he asked, his tone gentle but probing.

Y/N hesitated, her brow furrowing in thought. "Yes... but I don’t remember everything about it. I think I hurt you with something I did... that was..." She trailed off, struggling to grasp the specifics.

Carlos’ lips quirked into a bittersweet smile as he helped jog Y/N’ memory. "You threw a plant at me," he reminded her.

Y/N’ cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she let out a self-conscious laugh. "True," she admitted, rubbing her dress. The memory, though distant, still carried a pang of awkwardness.

Carlos leaned forward slightly, his voice softening as he tried to tread carefully. "Y/N, maybe we’ll never have the chance to truly be alone, but I’d really like to talk about what happened between us. Honestly."

Y/N’ gaze sharpened as she rested her chin on her folded hands, giving Carlos her full attention. There was a weight to the air between them, a vulnerability they’d both spent years avoiding.

"Why did you do it?" Carlos asked suddenly, his voice quieter but filled with curiosity and an edge of hurt.

Y/N took a deep breath, the words slow to form. "Ah... Carlos, we were young. We didn’t know what we were doing. We said stupid things. I packed everything, got on the first plane, and left." Her voice wavered slightly as she finally dared to meet Carlos’ eyes, her smile fragile. "And... you didn’t come after me."

Carlos froze, caught off guard by the directness of Y/N’ words. "I didn’t think you wanted me to follow you," he admitted after a pause, his voice tinged with regret.

Y/N wrinkled her nose slightly at the response, a bitter half-smile playing on her lips. "Well, that doesn’t matter anymore," she said, brushing off the lingering ache with practiced ease. "What matters now is figuring this out for our children."

Carlos sighed deeply, the tension between them palpable. "Yes," he agreed, though his voice lacked conviction. " for their sake, we need to figure this out." He broke eye contact, focusing instead on finishing his drink as though it could wash away the uncomfortable emotions.

Y/N noticed the subtle shift in Carlos’ demeanor, the way his shoulders tightened ever so slightly. To distract herself from the growing heaviness in the room, Y/N picked up her spoon and took a small sip of her soup. It was more out of habit than hunger, but it gave her something to do as the silence stretched on, thick and unyielding.

*****

Y/N and Carlos stood at the hotel’s front desk, sorting through their paperwork to finalize the check-out process. Both of them were an odd mix of calm efficiency and subtle tension, their movements synchronized from years of parenting together, yet their silence spoke volumes.

“Mrs. Y/LN, everything is ready,” Martin, her butler, announced, handing Y/N their neatly stacked passports.

Y/N gave him a grateful smile. “Thank you, Martin. Do you know if Mattia is ready?”

Martin nodded. “I just called him. He shouldn’t be long coming down.”

Satisfied, Y/N turned back to her half-packed suitcase. Without looking at Carlos, she spoke in a measured tone. “So... Mattia will spend Christmas with you.”

Carlos didn’t miss a beat. “And Matheo will spend Easter with you,” he replied smoothly.

Their eyes met briefly, each weighing unspoken words that hovered between them. But before either could say anything more, the soft chime of the elevator broke the moment. Turning toward the sound, they saw their twin sons step out. Y/N and Carlos instantly froze—the boys were dressed identically in pink shirts.

“Mattia, what are you doing dressed like that?” Y/N asked, her voice tinged with confusion and mild annoyance. “We’re leaving for London. You need to change.”

One of the twins crossed his arms, a smug smile playing on his face. “Here’s the thing, Mom. We’ve been talking, and we think we’re being fooled.”

Carlos raised an eyebrow. “Fooled? By who?”

The other twin stepped forward, matching his brother’s stance. “By you and mom. You promised us summer camp. We want to go… together.”

Y/N exchanged a baffled glance with Carlos. “What camp?” Carlos finally asked.

“The one we always go to before school starts,” the first twin clarified, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Y/N took a deep breath, her patience already wearing thin. “Mattia, this is ridiculous. Go upstairs and change. We’re leaving.”

“Are you sure I’m Mattia?” the boy countered, tilting his head innocently.

Y/N shot him a sharp look. “Of course, I’m sure.”

The other twin piped up, a mischievous glint in his eye. “But it’s hard to be 100% sure, isn’t it?”

Both boys grinned, clearly enjoying the chaos they were causing.

Carlos pinched the bridge of his nose. “Kids, this isn’t funny. You’re going to make your mom miss her plane.”

Y/N’s frustration bubbled over. “Mattia!” she snapped.

“Yes?” both boys answered in perfect unison.

Carlos squatted slightly to their eye level, seeing them carefully. After a moment, he pointed to the boy on his right. “You’re Matheo. I’m not mistaken.”

The boy smirked. “Are you sure, Dad? Because it wouldn’t be a good idea to send the wrong child to London again.”

Carlos hesitated, his confidence faltering. He stepped back with a resigned sigh. Y/N threw him an exasperated look, silently pleading for backup, but Carlos simply shrugged, powerless against their twins’ well-executed plan.

“Alright, I have a proposal,” one of the twins declared, stepping forward as if he were brokering a business deal. “Let’s go to Dad’s house, pack everything, and the four of us will go camping together.”

Y/N blinked, completely thrown off. “The four of us?”

“Exactly,” the other twin chimed in. “And when we get back, we’ll tell you who’s Mattia and who’s Matheo.”

Y/N crossed her arms, his patience hanging by a thread. “You’ll do as you’re told. One of you is coming back to London with me, whether you like it or not.” Her voice warned them in an angry mother tone, but the twins were unfazed.

Both boys grinned again, clearly enjoying the chaos they had unleashed. Y/N turned to Carlos, desperate. “You’re their dad! Do something!”

Carlos scratched the back of his neck, suppressing a laugh. “To be fair, this is kind of genius.”

Y/N groaned. “Not helping.”

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[greenwitchfromthewoods]

the lake. l Joel Miller

Summary:  it was an extremely hot day

Warnings:  fluff, a little bit of nudity, some kissing, Joel is a shy guy

A/N: nothing special. your feedback is very important to me and I thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. 🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

short stories from life. [masterlist]

Thin rivulets of sweat ran down your back. It was an exceptionally hot day, one of those when your clothes stuck to your body and moving around was like moving through hot soup. 

Joel's back moved in front of you though so you didn't stop as you both patrolled the area. You managed to get through a small forest grove when Joel finally stopped and you almost ran into him.

"What? Did something happen?" you asked, catching your breath.

You could see the wet hair on the back of Joel's neck, this weather was hard on him too.

"The lake." he mumbled, pointing at something in front of you. "See?"

"Do you think it's safe?" you mumbled reaching for the bottle of water in your backpack, you took a sip and handed it to Joel. "Maybe we could go over there?"

"Yeah, we can." he swallowed a few sips of water.

It was easier said than done. You covered the next distances in silence, not having the strength to talk about anything. The sun was constantly warming your backs, so when you reached the shore, you breathed a sigh of relief. It was a nice place, surrounded by a few trees and with the remains of a pier visible on the other end.

"Looks good." Joel looked around the area "Seems safe and... W-What? What the hell are you doing?"

You had already taken off your shoes and unbuttoned your pants, which were stuck to your butt.

"What does this look like to you?" you asked, grabbing the edge of your shirt and taking it off in one smooth movement "I want to go into the water."

"We don't know if it's safe." His eyes moved between you in your underwear and the calm surface of the lake.

"You can stay here and watch." You shrugged, heading towards the water "This water is so nice, Joel. You'd like it."

He felt even hotter as he watched you enter the lake. The sight of your body, although natural to Joel after so much time, still made him a little embarrassed, but in a nice way. It made him feel like he still had some simple, plain feelings inside of him, and he was glad he was experiencing them with you. 

The water was already up to your chest. The sandy ground under your feet gave you a sense of security and soon you were submerged up to your neck.

"Want to join?" you called out to Joel, who was still standing on the shore not really knowing what to do. "Let your guard down, Joel. Come on! It's wonderful."

He shook his head in disbelief and finally put his gun down. His shirt and jeans landed next to your clothes and soon Joel was in the water too. It felt good. He slowly swam towards you.

"I hope I won't regret it." he mumbled and you laughed.

"Right, the owner will definitely be furious." Teasing him, you hit the surface and water splashed his face.

He rubbed his eyes, pushing his wet hair away from his face.

"But you're definitely asking for trouble, darlin’." he mumbled, not hiding his smile.

"Oh, really?" you laughed and sprayed him again. "You can't do anything... Joel!"

You squealed as he grabbed you tightly by the waist and pulled you under the water. At the last moment you caught your breath and soon the water flooded your ears. You struggled for a moment, but you managed to free yourself and swam out, gasping for air.

"You bastard!" you gasped "I can't swim!"

"What?" Joel burst out laughing "You went into a fucking lake and you can't swim?"

"And who was supposed to teach me that, smartass?" you still felt the bottom under your feet so you felt a little more confident.

He watched you carefully. Your breathing calmed down, you pushed your wet hair away and exposed your wet face to the sun. The rays reflected beautifully off your skin, he couldn't take his eyes off you.

"Do you trust me?"

You looked at him with surprise. It was obvious. You nodded though. Joel approached you slowly.

"I'll show you something. Will you let me?"

"Yeah..."

You didn't know what you agreed to, but you trusted him completely. You felt his hand rest on your back, and the other slid under your knees. He saw the panic in your eyes as he lifted your legs.

"Easy... Easy..." he said soothingly and soon you were lying on your back floating in the water.

"Don't you dare let go of me." You mumbled, completely unaware of what you should be doing.

"Relax, nothing will happen to you." Joel smiled clearly enjoying your position. "Breathe, see how nice it is."

He was right. You felt as light as a feather, the water was so nice and cool. He didn't take his hands away either.

Finally you gave him a sign and Joel put you back on solid ground. His chest was shining in the sun, his hair falling over his forehead even though he tried to comb it with his fingers.

"Thank you."

"I could teach you to swim, if you want," he suggested.

"Really? For free?"

He raised his eyebrows and shrugged. You punched him in the arm, laughing, but Joel quickly grabbed you again and pressed you to himself. You were sure he would pull you under the water one more time, your laughter echoed around the area.

"You're playing with fire." he stated when you managed to free yourself again.

"Not with fire, but with you." you replied, your eyes shining so much that he couldn't stop looking at you. "I'm safe with you, right?"

He nodded.

Some time had passed since your first and last kiss. Joel couldn't find the courage to do it again, although only God knew how much he wanted it. And you didn't want to rush him in anything, he needed time. 

But in that moment everything was better than you could have imagined. Your heads were free from worries and you could think that the world had become normal again for a moment, and you and Joel were just spending a nice time together by the lake.

You moved closer to him. Gentle brown eyes watched you carefully, following your every move.

"Are you embarrassed, Joel? Because of me?" you asked, he cleared his throat "I'm sure you've seen a woman in underwear, in better condition than mine, before."

A small smile crept onto his lips. "It doesn't matter." he mumbled "It's about you."

"About me?" you were already close, your hands gently stroking his shoulders "Is something wrong with me?"

"Yeah, and I think I know how to fix it."

He took your chin in his fingers and lifted your head slightly. His gaze moved from your lips to your eyes, and there he saw the agreement to what he was planning. Joel leaned down and brushed his lips against yours. It was gentle, lazy, at your pace.

You parted your lips a little and Joel gladly accepted your invitation. His tongue slipped into your mouth, caressing you, deepening the kiss and stealing your breath. Your fingers tangled in his hair above his neck, you felt the warmth radiating from his body, he was like your own private sun.

"See? It's better now..." he said, and you smiled gently "We should go back now." his forehead resting on yours, his fingers stroking your neck.

"Mhm..." you murmured, "Give me a moment..."

He kissed your forehead, and his arms pulled you into his chest. You snuggled into Joel with all your might. You would give anything to be able to stay with him like this forever.

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[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Roadside

Summary: On your way back from a long weekend that you got to spent with Joel, his car breaks down. While you both waited for Tommy to get there to help, Joel has some ideas on how to spend the time waiting.

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem. reader

Wordcount: 792

Rating: T

Warnings: roadtrips, falling in love but slowly, car trouble, implied smut, kissing, flirting, feelings, teasing, kinda secret dating, fourteen year age gap

A/N: I'm missing references to three pics I think, but it doesn't get better than this lol (technically I am not here, because I am on a writing break) The moodboard screamed road trip to me, so this is what I did. This is for @iamasaddie 24 hour writing challenge and I hope it does not suck 🙃

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„What are you gonna tell him when he gets here?“ You hummed, looking up at Joel. He gave you a small smile before he stepped closer, his big, strong hands coming down to part your legs for him, stepping between them so he was towering over you, the sun slowly setting on the horizon.

You had almost made it home. 

After a long weekend of having Joel to yourself without the fear of running into someone you both knew (if you left your hotel room at all) that you had spend in a tiny town in close to Dallas, you were on your way back, just an hour out of Austin when his truck made a very sad noise until the engine went out and the car stopped on the side of the road. 

He had tried to get it to work before, with a long groan, he told you he had to call Tommy cause the something something needed a something so he could fix it. He had kept his eyes on you the whole times as he made the call, looking beyond sexy in the shirt you bought him, with his too long getting hair that you had spent all night running your fingers through as he made you cum over and over again until you both passed out. 

You had met Tommy before. You just hadn’t met him as Joel’s girlfriend.

Things between you and Joel had been… slow until they weren’t.

You’ve known each other for almost two years due to you working as an interior designer occasionally with his company. But it was six months ago that you had gotten closer as you worked on a very time consuming project where the client brought you both to the verge of insanity with how often they were changing the plans. 

He had finally asked you out one night and the rest as they say, was history. 

„Guess I’m finally gonna introduce my controversially young girlfriend to him,“ Joel smiled before he kissed you softly. You gasped in mock offence, before tilting your chin up to meet his lips with a smile, your hands running up his broad back until your fingers slipped into his hair on the back of his neck. 

„Not that controversial,“ you grinned and he chuckled before his lips kissed down your neck. 

„Fourteen years is a lot,“ he mumbled against your neck and you sighed, letting your head fall to the side to give him more access. One of his hands slowly drifted up your thighs, his fingers pushing the fabric of your skirt up. 

„Only if you care what other people think. Last time I checked, we’re both very consenting adults,“ you said and he playfully bit into your neck making your shriek. 

„How consenting are we talking about here exactly?“ He asked and you looked up at him as one of his hands slipped between your legs, his fingers brushing over your damp panties. 

You could feel your nipples harden against the fabric of the shirt you had put on this morning and Joel seemed to notice too, his other hand coming up to cup one of your tits, his thumb playing with your nipple.

Looking around you realised that you were pretty much in the middle of nowhere. You couldn’t even remember when you had seen a car drive by the last time. 

„Consenting enough to let you fuck me in the middle of nowhere until your brother gets here,“ you whispered against his ear and he groaned, letting his forehead fall against yours. 

„Atta girl,“ he grinned, before he kissed you again while his hands made quick work of your underwear. 

You could still feel him dripping out of you, your legs a little weak, when you jumped of the back of the truck, Joel taking your hand as the door of the car that had parked behind his opened and a man jumped out, looking between the two of you. 

The sun had set by now, the cold air making you shiver and Joel let go of your hand, to put an arm around your waist, pulling you closer against him, the warmth of his body helping instantly. 

„So this is how I get to find out the mysterious woman that makes my brother grin like a teenager with a crush when he looks at his phone is you?“ Tommy Miller approached with a wide grin. You could practically hear Joel roll his eyes and you smiled at his brother. 

„You got a crush on me, Miller?“ You teased and looked up at him. 

„Brat,“ he sighed, fighting a smile.

„You love it,“ you winked, feeling him pull you closer. 

„Yeah, I really do,“ he hummed before he kissed you softly. 

[mindmelter]

Five Aliens On Board Of Hunks

As the plane hurtled through the air, Victor woke up from his nap. It was early morning, and most passengers were still asleep. Glancing at the time on his phone, he realized there were still three more hours left until landing.

Victor then grabbed the airsick bag that he kept on his side the whole flight. "Hey guys, there's still three more hours left, are you guys doing...ok?" he whispered to the bag, but his heart almost stopped when he noticed that his five tiny alien bugs were nowhere to be found. "Fuck..." Victor sighed. He hated how stubborn they were, he told them not to get out of the airsick bag.

The plane lurched, sending a jolt of panic through his gut. He knew they could get into all sorts of trouble without his supervision. Standing up, he left his seat. The other passengers, oblivious to his urgency, continued to sleep or watch movies. Victor scanned the cabin, his eyes darting from one row to the next, searching for any sign of his tiny alien friends.

Until he saw this huge and muscular blond hunk, he was staring at Victor and then gave him a flex.

The man's biceps were huge, his muscles were straining against his tight white shirt. But it was the mischievous glint in his eye that gave him away. Victor recognized that look anywhere. It was the same look his alien bugs got everytime they were possessing someone.

Victor looked at the hunk's girlfriend sleeping on his side, and with renewed courage, he crossed the aisle, his heart hammering in his chest. He paused for a moment, taking in the sight of the sexy hunk. A smile crept onto his face as he leaned in closer, unable to resist the temptation to touch those biceps. His fingers brushed against the man's hard muscles.

"Which one of you is inside his brain?"

"It's Yinx" The man responded.

"You've been a bad boy, Yinx" Victor whispered not to wake the hunk's girlfriend, his voice barely audible over the drone of the engines. "I gave the five of you strict orders not to get out."

The hunk, or rather, Yinx in the hunk's body, chuckled softly. "Oh, really? You're not going to make me get out of him, are you?" The man said, flexing his arm, making his biceps bulge even more. "Because I was having so much fun here." then his big manly hand drifted lower, caressing his abs under the white shirt.

Victor bit his lip, he loved how Yinx acted when possessing a man. "Well, I suppose I could let you stay inside him, after all, you've already made a hole inside this hunk's brain," Victor said with a grin. "but only if you promise to be a good boy from now on and don't get out of my sight again"

The blond hunk nodded eagerly, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Deal." With that, they leaned in closer and shared a brief, passionate kiss.

Around them, the other passengers continued to sleep or watch their movies, oblivious to their intimate moment.

With a sly wink, the hunk gestured for Victor to follow him as he stood up and walked confidently toward the bathroom. Victor hesitated for a moment, glancing nervously at the sleeping passengers before quickly following after.

The two of them disappeared into the cramped bathroom, the door closing with a soft click. The sound of the plane's engines seemed to fade away, leaving them in their own private bubble. The hunk turned to face Victor, his gaze intense as he leaned against the sink. "So," he purred, looking down to his own body, "what do you want to do with him?"

Victor's heart raced as he approached Yinx's host. He then helped the hunk to take off his shirt, revealing a smooth, muscular body beneath. He paused for a moment, taking in the sight of the hunk's muscular chest before trailing his fingers downward, unhooking the hunk's pants. He pushed them down and the hunk stepped out, for last Victor pulled down the hunk's underwear, freeing his impressive and thick erection. Victor gazed at it, feeling a mixture of awe and desire. He knelt down before Yinx's host, taking the thick shaft into his hands and marveling at its size. He then wrapped his lips around the tip, tasting the salty precum on his tongue as he began to stroke up and down.

Yinx couldn't stop his host from moaning and his host had a very loud and deep voice. Afraid of being exposed, Victor grabbed the man's white underwear from the floor and stuffed it into the man's mouth, muffling his moans.

He then went back on working on the man's shaft. The man threw his head back as Victor worked him expertly. The hunk's hips began to buck forward burying his thick shaft even deeper into Victor's throat. The bathroom was small, but they didn't seem to care as they lost themselves in the pleasure of the moment.

Victor could feel the head of the host's cock brushing against the back of his throat, and starting spurting loads of cum down his throat.

Two minutes later they both walked out of the bathroom — One at a time to not arouse suspicion. Yinx's host went back to his seat, his girlfriend had already woken up. "You missed me babe?" Victor heard the hunk playfully ask his girlfriend as he kissed her.

As Victor passed by the couple, the hunk gave him a wink and grabbed his bulge.

Victor then went to search for the other aliens, but there were so many people on the plane that it would take forever to find the rest of the bugs, that was until Victor noticed a man shaking and squirming on a seat. Victor found the man really hot, he was wearing a blue tank top that showed some of his hairy chest. The man had his head turned back and swaying from side to side, Victor knew well what that meant, that was a man with an alien insect crawling its way inside his brain.

The man stopped squirming and then smirked at Victor, pulling his tank top and showing him his nipple.

"Hi Master, It's me Echo In control. I picked this one because I know how much Master like a daddy host, this one here has his wife and children sleeping in a near seat" The man spoke, with a deep baritone voice. "Wanna play with these bad boys in the bathroom, Master?"

Victor gulped and just nodded. Once inside the tight bathroom, the man lifted his tank top to behind his neck, exposing his big hairy pecs.

"C'mon, don't be shy, Master. He's only an empty brainless host now, you know he's not gonna judge you. Now go on, suck on this Daddy's tits, I wanna feel your slutty lips sucking on them"

He didn't need to be asked again, Victor was soon taking the hard nipples of the host into his mouth, sucking gently as he stroked the man's growing bulge, and then... he bit one of the nipples.

"Ouch Master!" The man shouted.

"This is for disobeying me." Victor joked. "Now tell me more about this daddy" Victor commanded still nibbling on the man's nipples.

"He was on a...uuurgghhrr... family trip with his wife and children... aarrghh... but now all he cares about is that you have fun with his sexy body" He said flexing each pec at a time. It was too much for Victor.

"Kneel, I want to cum on his chest" Victor ordered.

Echo obeyed his Master and made the hunk kneel in front of him. Victor's strokes intensified and he soon began covering the man's chest with his load, some even landed on the handsome bearded man's face.

"You haven't cum yet, when I twist both his nipples I want you to make your host shoot his load on his hands, you will catch every drop on his hands then I want to see you spread it on his hairy pecs"

"Yes Master"

After a few minutes the man walked out of the bathroom with his nipples red and his chest covered in both his and Victor's cum.

As Victor was back to look for the others, he saw one of them — A black tiny bug crawling on the floor, he tried to follow it but it was too fast. He watched as it crawled under the seat of a sleeping hunk, then he saw it crawling on the man's sholder towards his ear.

He could have stopped it, saved the man of a fate as a brainless host puppet... but he decided not to, how could he? The man was so freaking hot, and he looked even more hot as he started to shake. The man trashed his head back, displaying the veins in his thick muscular neck as his eyes rolled back.

After a few seconds the man went back to "normal" and looked at his arms like it was the first time he was seeing them.

"Wow, look at these veins, this host sure is a bodybuilder" The man said, with a strong Arabic accent.

"What do you think? Do you like my new muscles, Master?" The man then squeezed his own balls through the shorts "His balls are full, I wonder how tasty his man milk is"

Victor then knew right there which of the five bugs was: Grus, he was addicted to cum.

"I really like this host, who is him?" Victor asked taking the empty seat.

The man took a moment to respond and his eyes rolled back for a few seconds as Grus searched for the information.

"He's a bodybuilder from the middle east... a womanizer... wow, this guy really loves pussy... and he is very agressive too"

"Then I'm lucky that you control this pile of muscles now, I just now he would have killed me If I ever did this..." Victor said putting his hand inside the bodybuilder's shorts and grabbing the Arab's massive thick shaft. Victor looked around to make sure no one was looking, when he saw that no one was paying attention to them, he started to stroke the bodybuilder's thick brown cock.

The man let out a deep moan as he started to cum inside his shorts.

"Sshhhhh...Shut your host's mouth please." Victor whispered, his hand was still wrapped around the shaft as it pulsed with every shoot.

The man's muscles bulged and tensed as he tried his best not to moan. Then after his orgasm stopped, the bodybuilder sighed and looked at Victor with a dumb smirk. Victor took his hand out of the man's shorts and looked at his fingers now covered in cum.

"Lick it clean" Victor ordered. The bodybuilder gently took Victor's hand and started to lick his finger clean. "Look at me and make a slutty face while doing it"

Watching that burly manly man licking his fingers clean while looking at him with such needy eyes almost made Victor shoot his own load.

"How does he taste?"

"Fucking delicious." The man responded smirking.

Victor already found three of the bugs, now there was only two left.

He continued looking for them, until he saw a female flight attendant walking towards him. Victor was scared, had he been reported for public indecency by some passenger?

"Are you Victor Sanchez?" she asked. Victor nervously nodded.

"Come with me, please. There's someone in first class that wishes to speak with you. He says it's urgent"

Victor then followed the flight attendant to the first class, she brought him to a seat where this man with the most huge arms he had ever seen was sitting.

"Thank you darling." The man spoke to the attendant, winking at her. She smiled and walked away.

Then the man crossed his arms and fussed, giving Victor a stern look — Victor knew right then which bug was controlling that man; only Sylo was this grumpy.

"You know how boring it is to be inside that small bag for hours? We are not animals you know?" The man said, he then flexed his huge arms and looked at them with a proud look "We prefer to be inside a bag of muscles. And I know you like it as well, Master. How many times you had ordered us to pierce our way through random hunk's brains just so you could have a way with them? We are grateful that you saved us when our egg crashed on Earth, but we would also like to be treated as more than some mere pets"

Victor sighed. Sylo was right, he should stop treating his alien friends like his pets.

"I'm sorry. I will take this into consideration the next time we travel. It's really not fair for you guys to spend the whole flight inside a small sickbag"

The man's stern look softened.

"Apologies accepted, Master" the man said smirking, leaning foward and kissing Victor passionately. The man's two big strong hands grabbed at Victor's neck and he felt the man's strong wet tongue shoving inside his mouth as their tongues played with each other.

Suddendly Victor got a message from an unknow number. They both stopped their make out session, and as Victor opened the message he saw a photo of a handsome man lifting his shirt inside the airplane bathroom.

"I'm waiting for you in the bathroom, Master" Said the text.

There was only one bug left, and it was Quin.

"I have to go check on your brother Quin" Victor said to Sylo. He walked to the bathroom and knocked, the door opened almost instantly and the heartthrob inside grabbed Victor by the shirt and pulled him inside, closing the door.

"Master, I need your help! This host is so freaking horny!"

"And hot" Victor added.

"I know you would like him. He Is a football player and he was going to visit his girlfriend after two months away on a football trip. He was really looking forward to getting laid tonight."

"Well, then let's not ruin his plans, let's just change it a little. Instead of fucking his girlfriend, I want him to fuck me." Victor said pushing down the man's pants and reveiling a long and hard cock with big heavy balls.

He wanted to feel the studly hunk inside him. So he pushed the stud to the toilet seat, and positioned himself turned forwards over the man's legs, as he felt the head pressing against his entrance he started lowering himself down. The man's hands gripped his hips tightly, helping him to guide himself onto the huge member. There was a brief moment of stretching pain as Victor's body adjusted to the size of the football player, but it was quickly replaced by a wave of pleasure that coursed through him as the alien controlled stud began to thrust upwards.

Their bodies slapped together, the sounds of their passion filling the small bathroom. Victor arched his back, digging his fingers into the muscular flesh of the host's shoulders as he felt the thick cock inside him move deeper with each thrust.

The host's breath came in ragged gasps, his eyes rolled back into his head as he lost himself in the sensation of being inside Victor. Their hips moved in perfect harmony, each stroke driving the other toward climax.

He gripped the shoulders tighter as he tried to hold on to the feeling. The host's breath hitched in his throat, his face contorted in a mixture of pain and ecstasy, his hips bucked wildly.

Victor felt the familiar tightening in his gut, the telltale signs that he was close. He arched his back, pressing his ass harder against the host. As his orgasm built, he could feel the muscles in his lower belly tensing, preparing to unleash a torrent of cum. The alien followed suit, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he neared the edge. His cock throbbed inside Victor, a sign he was also close.

Victor, already worried about the moaning of the host, decided to do the same thing he did with the first host and shoved the man's own used white underwear inside his mouth.

And then Victor's orgasm crashed over him like a wave, his body shuddering with pleasure as hot cum spilled down the man's hard abs. The host cried out, his cock pulsing deep inside Victor as he came as well, his moans comming muffled.

Their bodies relaxed, their breath coming in ragged gasps as Victor collapsed against the man's chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath his ear. He traced idle patterns on the man's abs, enjoying the feeling of their skin pressed together. Their eyes met, and they shared a soft, contented smile.

With a sigh, Victor's hand reached up, gently pulling out the underwear from the man's mouth.

"You know," Victor said, his voice still rough with emotion, "we should probably get back to our seats. I want you to call his girlfriend, tell her he won't make it, her boyfriend have more important things to do now."