#you graduated bikini bottom high

[nelson-riddle-me-this]

Said "yes, doctor" in a nasal voice and took me a sec to realize this is who I was thinking of

[lovebugism]

could i request “mean” eddie and reader going swimming somewhere and maybe she’s in her swimsuit and someone says something that makes him jealous? also just want to say i love you writing sm!!! <3

hi, lovely! thanks so much for your request and your kind words!! i hope you like it xoxo (1.7k)

bug's summer fic fest ♡

Eddie can’t stop staring at you.

It’s not like it’s his fault, though. You’re all sprawled out beside him in a plastic lounge chair, clad only in a bathing suit that leaves little to the imagination. It’s an all-black number with little white bats all over it, clinging to you like it was made to do it.

It’s a wonder the two of you even made it to Hawkins Community Pool, honestly. Eddie's thoughts verge on obscene at the sight of you. But then again, they tend to when you're on his mind.

You lay with your hands folded above your head, totally surrendering yourself to the golden sunlight. It gives Eddie the opportunity to gaze at you fully — even though sometimes he thinks he’s already memorized you by now.

He analyzes you like it’s the first time he’s ever seen you, like you’re the last thing he’ll ever see.

The pudge of the top of your breast spills over the hem of your bikini. The skin of your stomach bulges underneath your high-waisted bottoms. The fullness of your thighs begins to glow beneath the glittering daylight.

He commits all of this to memory and figures maybe that’s what the sun’s doing too, as it paints your skin more golden.

He doesn’t know how he got you. 

But he hopes your eyes are closed behind your thick glasses. Or, at the very least, that they block your view of him. Eddie knows he’s unabashedly staring at you, but he also knows he can’t stop. He doesn’t want his ogling to be met with your teasing — even if he is deserving of it.

The Lord of the Rings book in his hands goes quickly abandoned. It’s a feat he even made it to page fifty. He’s flipped through it enough times to memorize it, though. Sort of like you.

Like the novel, he could read you a million times and never get bored. The only real difference is he finds you much, much sexier than printed words on a page.

“I can feel you staring, you know?” 

Your voice jolts him from his stupor, light and golden like the slowly setting sun. Your words are nearly drowned out by the sounds of the bustling pool — screaming kids, splashing water, and people trying to converse over it all.

Eddie’s far too attuned to you not to hear you, though.

You’re not looking at him, but he can see the corner of your lip quirk in a slight half-smile.

“Can you?” he deadpans, turning back to his book like he hadn’t been looking at you at all.

The words are all mush, though. He’ll blame it on the stifling summer heat. He was the idiot out here in a black t-shirt and trunks, after all.

“Yeah,” you nod.

He sees your smile completely when you turn to look at him. The sun pierces through your amber lenses, making your eyes more visible beneath them. You’ve got one eye squinted to evade the blinding light. The beam you wear is somehow brighter.

“’S like spidey senses, you know? I can always tell when you’re looking at me, Munson.”

Eddie wants to be embarrassed at the thought. He knows that you’re joking — if only just the slightest bit — but it makes him think about all the other times he’s shamelessly gawked at you. He spent years doing it before you ever got together.

Many of his high school years were spent paying more attention to you than his homework. He thinks maybe that’s why he had such a hard time graduating.

“You’re saying my girlfriend’s a superhero?” the boy jokes, brows raised behind his curly bangs and chocolate eyes going wide. They look more golden in the sunlight, and they twinkle with mischief.

“Uh-huh,” you hum with a wider smile than before. “You didn’t know?”

He shakes his head. Some of his curls still stick to him, damp with the sweat beading on his milky skin. “No. I can confidently say that I didn’t.”

“Good. It was supposed to be a secret, anyway.”

Eddie doesn’t mean to laugh, but he does.

It’s a sharp exhale through his nose more than anything, paired with a crooked pink smile. He wishes he knew how much of a dork you were a year ago. He might’ve asked you out sooner.

“Brush up on your spidey senses before you go out patrolling the neighborhood, alright, Spiderwoman?” he jests in a monotone, turning the page of his book even though he hadn’t actually read it. “’Cause I totally wasn’t staring at you.”

You know he’s lying.

And it’s not just because you could feel it — even though you think his button-eyed gaze can be palpable in its attentiveness at times. But what you lacked in superhero senses, you made up for in awareness of all things Eddie Munson. 

You knew when he got quiet that he was in his own head. And being that you hadn’t heard a single page turn in several minutes, you figured his eyes must’ve been on something other than the book in his hands.

Your quip was hardly more than a lucky guess, really.

“Good,” you hum as you flip over onto your stomach. Your backside had been completely deprived of sunlight before now. You prop yourself up on your elbows and lift your sunglasses to the top of your head. Your teasing gaze is no longer amber-coated. “‘Cause that would mean you find me attractive.”

“And that would just be a travesty, wouldn’t it?” Eddie scoffs.

He looks over at you again and finds your changed position. Your back is pointed towards the sun now, the very bottom of your ass on full display. Your thighs are indented softly from the slatted chair beneath you.

He can’t pry his eyes off the combination of the two despite knowing you’re watching him right back.

“It’s okay if you have the hots for me, Eds,” you tell him, feigning sympathy. “I’d only make fun of you a little bit.”

Eddie stays silent for half a moment too long, then shakes his head to dismiss the thought. “Don’t flatter yourself, sweetheart. It’s just the heat.”

You scoff. “Yeah. Let’s blame the way you’re ogling at me on sunstroke.”

He still finds it a bit difficult to be your boyfriend sometimes — or just a boyfriend. And it’s not because of you. Not in the slightest. He just sort of put a wall around himself when he was younger. He’s been behind it so long he’s forgotten how to let people back in.  

And even though he hasn’t said it yet, he loves the goddamn shit outta you. But for some reason, he can’t let himself be vulnerable in that way — can’t even ask to touch you without coming up with some lame excuse that covers up all his vulnerable-ness.

“You, uh… You put sunscreen on, right?” he asks, shifting slightly in his chair. He spares a brief glance your way from the corner of his eye, halfway concealed by the fluffy brown curls framing his face.

“Yeah?” you answer with pinched brows. “Right after I forced you to put some on, remember?”

He scrunches his nose as he squints at you. It takes everything in you not to lean over and kiss the tip of it. “I don’t know,” the boy singsongs as he tilts his head to his shoulder. “I don’t remember it, actually…”

“Then maybe you’re the one that needs to get checked out, Eds.”

“I think I should just put some lotion on your back,” he summarizes with a shrug, already rising from his chair to swing his legs over the side of it. “You know, just to be safe.”

The teasing glint in his eyes makes you grin. You trap your bottom lip between your teeth to dim its brightness, lest how happy he makes you go to his head.

Your feet lift in their air and twist together with a girlish excitement. It makes your ass wiggle gently. Eddie swears you’re doing it just to tease him.

“Get my legs, too, while you’re at, yeah?” you quip.

Eddie reaches for the tote beside your chair with an effervescence that can only be described as a boy on Christmas morning — his present: the opportunity to touch you. He rises again with the blue bottle in his hand.

A low whistle sounds from behind the both of you.

“Looking good, sweetheart,” Billy compliments with a smirk as he walks by your chair. He’s in his lifeguard uniform — a pair of red swim trunks and his toned, golden torso.

He lifts his sunglasses from his face and rests them on top of his curled mullet. His crystal blue eyes gape at you, far sharper than Eddie’s chocolate syrup ones.

“Bite me, Hargrove,” you deadpan in response.

“I like the sound of that,” he laughs, chomping spearmint gum between his pearly white teeth. He spins on his flip-flops and walks backward to keep ogling at you. “Just give me the word and I’m yours, darlin’.”

He disappears in the bustling crowd after that, fading like rubbed-in sunscreen. You forget about him the second he’s gone.

He’s always been an asshole like that. It’d be a rookie mistake to give more than half a shit about him. But Eddie still feels the boy’s presence like a mean, lean, green monster full of envy. It’s like he’s still there — close enough to punch, even.

He isn’t sure if it’s the heat or if he’s actually seeing red.

“What an asshole,” you murmur under your breath.

“I’m gonna kill him,” Eddie snaps.

“Whoa,” you drawl within a laugh. “Slow your roll, tiger.”

The boy's eyes go wide as he looks over at you again. “I’m not even sure what I just said, honestly.”

“You’re a dork who plays Dungeons and Dragons, remember? You can’t start talking about fighting Billy Hargrove.”

“Yeah. You’re probably right,” he sighs, rigid body finally loosening with the heavy exhale. He squints at you after. “You don’t think I could take him?”

“I don’t thank you have to,” you lilt.

“That’s such a non-answer, babe.”

“I’m just saying,” you giggle with a shrug. “I’m asking you to feel me up, Eds. Not that creep.”

A rosy smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth, smug and full of love.

You meet it with a grin of your own. 

“C’mon, I’m burning to a crisp over here,” you urge, shifting in the chair just to make your thighs jiggle in the way you know Eddie likes.

His eyes glaze over at the sight — one he’s seen a million times now — and you know it’s done the trick.

“Let’s give Hargrove a show, yeah?”

[pretty-circa006]

Sneaking Out

Stepdad! Negan x F! Reader

summary Negan catches you sneaking out to go to a party and punishes you accordingly

tags age gap (reader is 19, Negan is pushing 40), spanking, unprotected p in v, making out, slight dacryphilia, stepcest, nudity, brief mentions of alcohol consumption, vaguely implied underaged drinking, hair pulling, use of pet names, cumshot

this is my first time posting my writing on here, kinda nervy!

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She sat on her bed, crying. Knees tucked to her chest and head held in her hands as small sniffles and whimpers escaped her lips, despite her best efforts to stay silent. She resented her mom for being so strict and not letting her go out to parties like others her age. She was sure her mom would have let up once she graduated high school, especially since she was legally an adult now, but it only seemed like she doubled down even more. Things got even worse once her mom married her stepdad, Negan. Per her mother's request, he installed security cameras in the front of house and the backyard to ensure she couldn't sneak out. And the few times she tried, she failed, because Negan would be up late, playing video games in the living room or smoking a cigarette in the backyard by the poolside, making it impossible for her to sneak out. She was so miserable, watching everyone have fun over the summer before college while she wasted away in her room with her only entertainment being behind a screen or imbedded in the pages of a book.

It was so unfair. Especially because she knew tonight was gonna be the party of the year. One of the rich girls in her graduating class was throwing a pool party at her mansion, her mansion which housed one of the best pools she'd ever seen. And somehow, she was lucky enough to be invited. This was an opportunity of a lifetime and if it meant being grounded for an eternity, so be it.

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She had one foot out her bedroom window when she heard a knock on her door.

"Hey kid, can I come in?" her stepdad, Negan's, voice called from the other side of the door.

"One sec, I'm not decent!" she fibbed as she stumbled back inside her room. She shut the window as silently it would go before she slipped under the covers of her bed, hiding the fact she had on nothing but a tropical, triangle bikini.

"Okay, you can come in now," she called out. Negan let himself in, glancing around her room suspiciously. She couldn't help but notice how handsome he looked with his glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, tattoos peeking out from beneath his white t-shirt, and obvious outline of his dick through his gray sweatpants that hung low on his waist. Despite being hidden beneath her sheets and comforter, she felt vulnerable and naked beneath his skeptical gaze.

"You're not plannin' on sneakin' out, are ya?" he asked, tongue seductively swiping across his bottom lip. She nervously swallowed, heat blossoming across her cheeks.

"N-no, why?" came her shaky reply.

"You are a shit liar, kid," he laughed, a handsome smirk on his face.

"Why would I sneak out? There's nothing for me to out there anyway," she doubled down, not feeding into his bait. He stalked closer to her bed before sitting down at the foot of it, hazel eyes boring into her soul.

"So you're not going to that pool party happening right now?" The tone of his voice was sarcastic, hinting that he didn't believe a word coming from her mouth.

"Pool party? What pool party?" She punctuated her question with a fake yawn to try and convince Negan that she really was tired and ready to go to bed for the night.

"If you say so, kid. Just know that if I catch your lying ass sneaking out tonight, you'll be in for a world of hell when I punish you." Her thighs involuntarily squeezed together at his words and the action didn't go unnoticed by Negan. She nodded her head while silently praying he'd hurry up and leave so she can sneak out.

His eyes narrowed at her as he stood up. "Night, kiddo," he said, patting her knee through the comforter for good measure.

"Night, Negan!"

She continued laying in her bed, petrified, for another ten minutes until she heard the door to her mom's bedroom shut. Negan's words did manage to strike some fear into her, but not enough to deter her from her original plan. She was sure he was in bed now and falling asleep for the night. After silently sliding out of her bed, she tucked a few decorative pillows in her previous place in hope they'd fool Negan or her mom if they peek in to check on her.

Her hands were shaky when she re-opened her bedroom window. Nerves were finally getting to her. She could hear her heart beating rapidly in her ears as she began having second thoughts about doing this. Negan was nowhere near as strict as her mom, so his punishment couldn't actually that bad. Not that she'd actually have to worry about his punishment, because she wasn't gonna get caught.

She crept out of her window and stepped onto the roof. She closed her window, only leaving it slightly ajar so she could get back inside later. Careful not to slip on the roof's slippery shingles, she tiptoed to the edge and looked over at the space from here to the grassy ground. Too late to go back now. She sat on the ledge and turned herself around so she could hang from the ledge before dropping into the soft grass.

She looked back at the house, elated she was finally out and what fun was about to come

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The dark morning sky was slowly beginning to turn into a lighter blue as she clumsily climbed the trellis back onto the second story's roof. Her slightly intoxicated brain made it so her movements weren't as agile and quiet like before. She lifted her window open and unceremoniously fell inside, smacking the carpeted flooring with her face.

The first thing she noticed was the potent smell of tobacco followed by his signature whistling.

"Aw, fuck," she groaned to herself. She heard the springs of her mattress release as Negan got up and soon his socked feet came into her view. He reached out a hand and helped her up after she gratefully accepted it.

He looked pissed. His thick eyebrows settled into a frown and his hazel-green eyes were devoid of any kindness. She nervously crossed her arms over her body, feeling naked under his gaze.

"How was the pool party?" he asked.

"I wasn't a-at a pool party!" she lied.

His look only darkened, making her weak in the knees. From fear or arousal, she couldn't tell.

"What kinda goddamn fuckin' idiot do you take me for? You are literally dripping wet and wearin' a damn bikini!" he pointed out the obvious.

"I was swimming in our own pool in the backyard!" she lied with such little conviction that she couldn't even fool herself

He stepped closer to her and if she wasn't already so close to the wall she'd have stepped back. She averted her gaze and chose to look at the chipped, bubblegum pink nail polish that adorned her toes. Negan wasn't having any of it, though, and forced her to look up at him by grabbing a fistful of her wet hair and tilting her head up. Hot tears pricked at the corners of her eyes.

"What did I tell you would happen if I caught you sneaking out?" he asked between clenched teeth.

"That...that you're gonna p-punish me..." The tears were streaming down her face now as she sniveled pathetically.

"Attagirl," he darkly praised, a sinister smirk spreading across his face. The slight praise caused her stomach to do backflips and her core to clench over nothing. Her face felt hot and her breathing shallowed as her only thoughts were what Negan would do next.

His grip on her hair stayed firm as he walked her over to her bed. He released his hold before taking a seat onto the plush mattress. She stood before him, nervously shifting her weight from foot to foot and nibbling the skin around her thumbnail, awaiting what was to come. His large, warm hands gripped her hips, pulling her to stand between his legs. She glanced down at him as he looked up at her, but her eyes drifted past his face and down to the bulge growing in his sweatpants. She was embarrassed to admit it, but her mouth watered at the sight.

"Now, I want you to know that this shit could have been avoided had your stubborn ass just listened to me," he stated, his grip on her hips growing firmer. She nodded her head, not knowing what to say and not wanting to anger her stepdad even further.

He pulled the ties on either side of her bikini bottoms and let the damp garment fall to the floor between her feet. She nervously bit her bottom lip and looked down at him, but he was too busy eyeing her cunt and soft thighs, which glimmered with the slick of her arousal. He looked up at her as he licked his bottom lip. He patted his thighs.

"Bend over my fuckin' knee, doll," he ordered. She warily obeyed, despite the humiliation of having him see her bare, wet pussy. His roughish hands caressed the soft flesh of her ass, admiring the mounds. Without warning, his hand came down harshly on her right cheek, earning a yelp from her.

"Keep it down," he hissed before landing an even harsher slap to her other cheek. She only whimpered this time, pursing her lips to fight the noises that yearned to escape. He continued his assailment on her ass, leaving it stinging with numbness. Her whimpers turned into a mixture of sobs and wanton moans which only tightened his pants. By the looks of it, he wasn't the only one getting off to this punishment. Her cunt sparkled with her arousal, arousal which was leaking down her thighs.

"Negan, please!" she begged. Her thighs were clenched together as she tried to rub her aching clit on his thigh.

"What is it that you want, baby?" he questioned. His big hands kneaded at her squishy flesh. He knew damn well what she wanted, but he wanted to hear her beg. Her weeping pussy was practically begging to be stuffed with his big cock.

"Need you! Need to feel you inside me," she begged between sniffles and sobs. She stood up from being bent over his lap and sat on it, straddling him instead. His arms snaked around her waist and hers around his neck before she leaned down almost close enough to connect her lips to his.

"Please, Negan?" she whispered against his lips. His eyes flitted from hers down to her lips which were so close to his. Her eyes fluttered shut as she gently pressed her soft lips to his, his facial hair pricking at her skin. Negan could name a plethora of reasons why this would be wrong, but the one reason it felt right overpowered them all, so he grabbed the back of her head and crashed his lips against hers. The desperate moan she let out gave Negan the perfect opening to slip his tongue into her mouth. She tasted like some fruity cocktail that was really just a bunch of things mixed together by some inexperienced kid. He'd have to take her out for a real drink one day. His tongue traversed her mouth, consuming her. She desperately ground her bare pussy on his clothed bulge, eliciting pleasured groans from him. His hands felt up her body before untying her bikini top from the back and the neck, leaving her completely bare on his lap.

"Please, Negan, I need to feel you," she begged after pulling away from the kiss. His eyes were glued to her tits, watching them as her chest rose and fell while she caught her breath. He cupped them in his hands before giving them a squeeze. Her head fell back as she let out a wanton moan. The rough skin of his fingertips gave her hardened nipples some much needed friction as he rolled them between his thumb and forefinger.

"You got some nice fuckin' tits, babydoll," he complimented, only making her wetter.

Her hands slid down his chest, then torso, then stopped at the waistband of his pants.

"Neeegaaan," she impatiently whined.

"Well, baby, if you want it, go ahead and fuckin' take it." His dimpled smile almost brought her to her release right then and there. He lifted his hips so she could pull his cock free. His length audibly smacked his abdomen, the tip an angry, flaming red and leaking with precum. If her core wasn't aching so badly, she'd have gladly taken him down her throat. She took him in her hand. He was so big that her fingers didn't even touch. She stroked him a few times as he sucked bruising marks onto her neck and collarbones. He held onto her hips as she lined him up with her sopping center, stroking him along her slick folds before sinking all the way down on him. The stretch was there, but not painful because she was so wet and ready for him.

"Negan, you feel so good!" she moaned once he bottomed out inside of her. Her nails dug little crescent moons into his skin through his shirt as she began bouncing on his cock. He admired her tits bouncing as she rode him before pulling her closer and taking one in his mouth, kneading the other with his free hand.

The squelching sounds of her wet pussy and the smell off sex permeating her bedroom only made things more erotic. Negan was hitting every spot perfectly, but he wanted more. He freed her tit from his mouth before flipping their position. Her back was now laying against the bed and Negan stood over her, his cock still inside. Now that he had more control, his thrusts came harder and faster, his tip almost kissing her cervix.

"Goddammit, doll, you were made for my cock!" he praised. More profanities and moans fell from his mouth as her wet, spongy walls squeezed his cock. Her moans were growing louder and louder, making Negan worry that they might wake up her mom...who was his wife.

"I know that my dick is the best damn dick you've had and ever will have in your entire goddamn life, but you need to keep it down," he lectured. She rolled her eyes but pursed her lips in a feeble attempt to keep quiet.

They were both close to reaching their peaks and it was obvious by the way his thrusts grew rushed and sloppy and how her cunt was squeezing him.

"I'm gonna-" her sentence was cut off by a scream of ecstasy which caused Negan to cover her loud mouth with his palm. Her cunt squeezed him as her back arched off the bed and eyes rolled to the back of her head while she came. If he was thinking straight, he'd have left her high and dry as punishment, but his own orgasm was close and he'd be damned if he didn't cum. She removed his hand from covering her mouth and took two of his long, thick fingers into her mouth.

"Ho-ly fuckin' shit!" He swore, marveling at the sight. She hollowed her cheeks as she sucked on the digits.

"That's. My. Girl!" he praised with each thrust.He pulled out of her just as his orgasm came over him and shot his load onto her tits and stomach. He flopped onto the bed beside her and she rolled into his strong arms.

"Y'know I can't stay, gotta get back to your mom before she wakes up."

"Just ten more minutes?" she begged, looking up at Negan with those doe eyes of hers.

He sighed and lightheartedly rolled his eyes.

"Anything for my babydoll."

thank you for reading! if you have any feedback on how i can improve, i'd love to hear it!

[fbfh]

(Aged up to 18+) working on the last part of Roddy x hyperfeminine reader hcs and I can't stop thinking about him. We all know that the second he graduates and Chris gets his hands on some tattoo stuff Roddy's getting tatted the hell up. It's the summer after your high school graduation, and your biggest problem right now is finding some cute bikinis and figuring out what to do with all the monster tabs Rodrick keeps giving you (which is basically every time he drinks a monster which is really fucking often. He gives them to you like a bird bringing its mate little rocks and sticks and flowers and you keep every one he gives you). You and some of your friends are at the mall, looking for cute bathing suits, and of course you have Rodrick trailing behind you and holding your bag and drumming on every surface he can tap. You find a cute little store with a sale on bikinis, and you go into the dressing room to try them on. There's a few you know you definitely don't like and a few that you have high hopes for, but you're on the fence with the one you're wearing now. You open the door a little, and ask one of your friends to bring Rodrick over. A minute later you hear his familiar voice outside.

"How's it going, babe?"

You poke your head out and see him standing in front of the wrong room.

"Roddy! Over here..."

He jogs over and you pull him in to ask for his opinion. His eyes widen as soon as he sees you,, taking in every detail of you as you ramble. Rodrick tries to pay attention to what you're saying, he really does, but GOD he's never been more distracted by you.

"...cause I'm just not sure about the cut, you know?"

You don't notice him close the door, but you hear him flick the lock closed. You look up at him, finally registering the way he's looking at you. He walks closer, moving his hands onto your waist, skimming up and down your body. He can see your lacy panties poking out under the bikini bottoms you're trying on, and it's driving him even crazier than he would have thought.

"Oh... you look great."

His voice is breathy and he has that look in his smoky eyes... it's only when he moves closer, pinning you against the mirror that it clicks.

"R-rodrick!" You squeak, as he licks a stripe up your neck. His hands are all over your hips and your ass as he bites and kisses your skin. You can feel him growing harder against you. He smells so good, like that musky boy smell and monster and a little bit of weed. He knows what you're going to say, and you look so cute when you're scared of getting caught like this. He moves down your neck, murmuring against your skin before he mouths at your chest.

"Shh, it's okay. I'll be real quiet, princess. Promise..."

He's just... impossible to resist. You're really glad he's your boyfriend, and you're really glad the music in the store is loud.

[startrekfangirl2233-writes]

Money, Money, Money

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

Sequel to Mm, Daddy, Daddy.

Description: Your life has been completely changed since you fell in love with Jake Seresin. For one, you've never been to Monaco before, and you've never set foot on a yacht before either. But with Jake, you're ready for anything, even if your afternoon becomes a little spicier than first expected. Disclaimer: Female Reader, Slight BDSM, Sugar Daddy/Sugar Baby Relationship. This is also very clearly an AU! In this universe, Jake is a high flying, jet-setting lawyer, a very successful one. This is a story completely full of adult elements. It is for adults 18+ only. Minors Do Not Interact. Word Count: 2117 Author Note: So, if you've all read Mm, Daddy, Daddy, you'll know exactly why this thought had such a foothold on me. I had to write a sequel. This one is for @desert-fern. The title for this fic comes from ABBA's Money, Money, Money

AO3: Cross-posted here! Wattpad: Cross-posted here! Anthology Masterlist My Masterlist

How is this your life? It's a question you've asked yourself since you found yourself in a happy, committed relationship with Jake Seresin. Over the past four years of being with Jake, loving Jake, you've fallen even deeper in love with him every day. He's been your biggest supporter. In fact, you know for sure you never would have graduated from graduate school, not without him. You know that his contacts helped in your career too. It's surprising how many people Jake knows on the board of directors of Marine Biology labs. But more than anytime you wonder at the turns your life has taken, no day has been as surreal as today.

When Jake asked you to marry him, you'd been ecstatic, if a little nervous. It's not the glitz and glam of his life as a high profile lawyer. You've been ancillary to the glitz and glam of his high fashion world for as long as you've known him. It's that in four years, you've never once met his family. You didn't either until the week of your wedding. But over expensive champagne and expensive hor d'oeuvres, your family and his were united as were Jake and you. That very night you'd flown via private jet to Monaco, where Jake's yacht was waiting.

The midday sun is hot and incredibly bright from behind your eyelids as you lay on your stomach and soak in the rays. Every inch of you, from the roots of your hair to the tips of your toes, is soaked in moisture. Sweat prickles at the backs of your knees and the crooks of your elbows, sliding down your back to pool at the base of your spine as it mixes with the sunscreen coating your skin. You would nearly be asleep, like a cat in a patch of sun, if you weren't putting on a deliberate show in your completely untied skimpy bright blue bikini.

You'd started wearing a cover-up over your bikini, one of Jake's t-shirts teasingly buttoned over your navel, as you'd laid out on a lounge on the yacht's deck. But back to you and your blue bikini. The shade is a near-perfect shade match for the Sapphire adorning your left-hand ring finger. So about half an hour after you'd laid out in the sun, off the shirt came.

"Blue, baby! That's an awful lot of exposed skin. Do you need a reapplication of sunscreen?" After that comment, you weren’t surprised to feel Jake’s skin against yours.

Jake smirked at you before covering your lips in a kiss. Everything had stayed chaste until his hands began spreading sunscreen across your skin. His hands were teasingly gentle as he untied your bikini strap across your back and then the strap at the back of your neck.

"Jakey!" You gasped, trying to push his hands away. "There are a ton of yachts around, aren't there?"

"You've got nothing to worry about, baby." His words and hot kisses down your spine made you shudder. "We're all alone out here. And we're in Europe, baby. A little nudity is de rigueur!"

A moan masked any further protests as Jake's big hot hands freed you from your bikini bottoms. Jake had massaged your skin with the lotion, keeping his touches just light enough to have your skin goose-pimpling in need without giving you any release. Then he'd left, retreating to the wheel with a ridiculous white captain's hat perched on his head.

That's when you'd decided that turnabout was fair play. It's not an accident that the lounge chair you're on is right in view of the wheel. You start by sitting up and stretching, exaggerating the actions and how your tits jiggle with each movement. You can't read Jake's expression from behind his mirrored lenses, but you know he's only looking at you. But you hadn’t done anything else, choosing to lay in the sun again, leading you to this moment. You’ve been lying bare in the sun for nearly an hour now.

You turn over, reaching for the bottle of sunscreen and squirting some between your palms. The rich scent of coconut and hibiscus hangs heavy in the air as you warm the sticky lotion in your hot hands. You loll your head to the side, keeping direct eye contact with your husband as you cup your heavy breasts in your hands. You slather the lotion carelessly over your tits, pausing to tweak your nipples until your areolas are pebbled, and your nipples are peaked even in the hot, heavy afternoon air.

With more lotion, you let your hands trail teasingly lower. You trace abstract patterns across the meat of your thighs, keeping direct eye contact as you part your thighs teasingly. Each swipe draws your fingers even closer to the apex, your dripping core aching for more stimulation than you've gotten. That's the final straw for your husband, it seems.

Soundtracked by a bitten-off curse, you hear the yacht motor silence and the heavy tread of footsteps as Jake makes his way down to the deck where you are. Dragging your sunglasses off, you turn until you're lying on your stomach in the lounge again. You cross your legs at the ankle, alluringly flexing the muscles as you peek at your husband.

"Heya, Cowboy!" You can't help how teasing your voice is. "See something you like?"

His groan sends heat boiling beneath your grin. "Oh, Baby Blue. Yeah, I think I do. D'you want me to show you how much?"

"I dunno, Mr. Seresin. I mean," You turn over again, taking a deep breath that has your chest heaving. "I put on this pretty little bikini and came here for someone special. But my husband, I dunno if you've seen him, just got me all hot and bothered, wet and wanting, without doing anything about it!"

As the final words leave your lips, you arch your back, pushing your tits into the palms of your hands, and smile sunnily up at him. His resulting growl has your legs falling apart automatically as Jake drags his shirt off and covers your body with his own. His kiss is wet and messy as he slants his mouth over yours and plunders your plush lips. Your arms wrap around his neck as you wriggle under him, trying and failing to get more stimulation.

It's a sharp smack to the meat of your ass that has your movements stalling.

"Oh, baby. Blue, my gorgeous bride. D'you want to show me how wet you are?" Jake's teeth drag bluntly over your pulse as his hands find purchase at your hips. His hands find no resistance as he levers your thighs apart, just far enough to have your legs wrap easily around his slim waist.

Your lips part in a drawn-out moan as Jake's hands find your peaked nipples. "I'm so wet for you, baby. I've been wet for you since you put sunscreen on me."

Jake kisses you long and deep before burying one of his fingers in your wet heat. But they’re not there for long because you’re vertical as Jake bodily moves you across the deck in one swift movement. For one fond moment, you hope Jake’s taking you to the bed below deck. But you’re wrong. Because in a few big steps, Jake’s dropping you over the side of the yacht.

The water is frigid in comparison to the heat of your skin, and you can’t hide how your teeth chatter as you come up for air. A splash nearly drags you under again as Jake cannonballs into the water beside you. You come up spluttering, your eyes screwed shut against the salty sea water while blindly groping for Jake. At the first bit of his skin, you make contact with, you pull yourself closer. As you wrap your arms and legs around Jake, you’re sure you more closely resemble a drowned bear cub wrapped around a tree than a human woman.

“YOU ASS!” Your voice is high-pitched as you blink away the last droplets burning your eyes and glare at your husband.

“I’m sorry, Baby. I just wanted to take you skinny dipping.” You scoff and make your way carefully up the ladder back on deck. You don't get very far, because Jake wraps his arms around you. You can feel his pout as he kisses your spine, even as he lets you climb all the way back up on deck.

“Just want me, Jakey! I’m all wet now.” Your pout is only half sincere as you stand dripping on the deck as Jake wraps a terry cloth robe around your frame.

“But, Baby, didn’t you know? It was a hidden part of my vows, promising that I’d always keep you wet and never keep you wanting." You laugh despite yourself, wrapping your arms around Jake's neck as you press kisses to his salty lips.

He's grinning himself even as he lifts you again, this time carrying you below deck. Jake presses you against the wall, kissing down your throat as he frees you from the robe. His tongue is hot as it traces over your skin. The heat under your skin rises to a fever pitch as Jake drops to his knees in front of you.

His hands part your thighs with no resistance, even as his tongue delves between your dripping folds. Each wet lick has you writhing even as Jake's forearm keeps you propped against the wall. Jake drags your leg up over his shoulder, opening you up further before he plunges two fingers into your drooling cunt and wraps his lips around your swollen clit.

The first wet suck has you writhing even further, digging your fingers into his hair. You tug on the wet strands, writhing under the steel bands of Jake's forearm as his fingers and mouth work your over with such alacrity that the band tightening in your gut is nearly ready to snap.

"Jake, Jake, Jake!" You're babbling already, back arching at the onslaught of sensations he's wrecking on your body. "Gonna cum, baby please! I'm gonna cum. Please can I cum, Daddy please?"

It's calling Jake Daddy that seems to set him off. His fingers grow more insistent within your wet cunt as the suctioning press of his lips drags your orgasm out of you. You cum with a scream, your back arching even as you gush over his fingers. When Jake slips up to pull you into his arms, your release coats his lips and drips down your neck. You clean him up willingly, sucking on his tongue even as you dip your fingers below the waistband of your husband's swim trunks to grip his thick cock.

"Gonna make you feel so good, my beautiful Blue. Gonna make you feel amazing. Gonna impale you on my cock until Daddy stuffs you full of his cum." You moan, relishing in the feeling of his skin on yours.

"Can you get on all fours for me, Baby?" Daddy's voice is a purr as he manhandles you onto the bed. His mouth is hot even as he sucks hickies over you bare back before he plunges his cock into your waiting hole. You can feel every inch of his length as it drives you wild, fucking into you until each sharp thrust sings through your veins.

"D-daddy!" Your skin is so sensitive that you feel spread thin and achingly horny. Your cunt aches, wanting to cum desperately. It doesn't feel at all like you just came minutes before. You feel like you need to cum like you need to breathe.

Your skin feels overly tight and you're so overcome that you're like a ragdoll in Jake's arms. "Please let me cum. Please! PLEASE!"

Daddy just won't let you cum, content to fuck into your sopping cunt until you're completely cock dumb. Your cunt is swollen around his length, your walls fluttering involuntarily at each thrust.

"D-DADDY!" You cum with a scream, your back arched as Jake tweaks your peaked nipples. Your orgasm sets Jake off on his own, his seed gushing hot as it fills your puffy cunt.

Jake carefully peppers kisses across your shoulders as he rearranges you to your side.

"Baby." His kisses are soft as he nuzzles over your skin.

"J-Jakey!" You turn over, whining as Jake's cock slips out of you. You're panting, even as exhaustion drips hypnotically through your veins.

"God I love you, baby." Jake sounds so fond of you, so in love with you as he slides his cock back into your sloppy hole.

You pepper wet kisses across his chest before nuzzling in closer. "Gonna make you a Daddy before long, Jakey. I love you."

His smile is the last thing you see before your eyes slip closed, content to enjoy a midday nap to the feeling of your husband's wedding band sliding over your skin.

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big ole freak by megan thee stallion 😊

BIG OLE’ FREAK!- megan thee stallion

pairings:collage!bkg x blkfem!reader

summary: usually I like to fuck But tonight we gon' make love 'cause you bae

warnings: car sex,exhibitionism?, mutual pinning, spit, dirty talk, choking, hair pulling, penetration, having sex while high, and soft katsuuu

word count: 3.7k

“what time did you say?” you hear mina’s voice ring out throughout the speaker of your phone. “he told me 9pm” you finish your highlighter and look at the time. 8:45pm.

“okay i’m down the block” you hang up on your friend and collect your stuff so you could go to denki’s pool party. you were wrapped in a short floral sarong that covered your bottom half of your sage green bikini.

you slip on your white flip flops and slip your white dior glasses on your head and grab your keys and walk out the house.

once you make it to mina’s car the loud trap music playing hits your ears and the instant smell of mary jane hits your nose before you even open the door. sero’s gotta be in here.

you open the passenger door and get in the car as quick as possible. you turn to look at mina in the driver seat and the denki and sero in the back. “you look so good” you hear mina squeal before you could greet anyone in the car.

“second it” denkis voice is heard before he takes a drag of the blunt. “thanks, y’all look good too” mina starts the car and begins to drive while sero and denki pass the blunt back and forth.

“i heard bakugo and kiri were coming” sero whispers in your ear making you laugh. “why would i care, we’re all friends” you shrug your shoulders trying to mask your lie and be convincing.

you and bakugo have been friends with benefits since you graduated u.a. that was two years ago, the two of you always sneak off with each other when everyone gets pissy drunk or just really high so nobody realizes. but sero caught you guys sneaking out on multiple occasions. “yea okay” he passes you the blunt.

the smell of booze and weed hits your nose all at once. you feel yourself getting a contact high as you walk in. the familiar blaring music has you singing along as you walk through the house.

“kiri!” you hear mina shout once she spots her fiery red boyfriend. she drags your hand as she glides through the sweaty hot crowd. once the two of you make it to him you notice bakugo standing beside him.

“mina” he gives his girlfriend a quick peck in her lips before looking down at you. “y/n you look good” he engulfs your body in a bear hug, slightly suffocating you. once he lets you go you look at bakugo and toss him a small shy smile. “hey bakugo” you look up to him and before you can say anything else you feel his body against yours.

the hug was anything but short lived. the smell of his cologne makes you breathe in his scent a little harder than usual. his shirtless body against your barely clothed one gives you flashbacks from your most intimate moments.

“hey y/n” he pulls back and you see the faint blush on his face. you feel mina and kirishima’s eyes on the two of you making you cower slightly. “m’ gonna get a drink” you turn on your heels and walk the opposite way from the three of them.

as you're getting your drink from the fridge you feel a presence walk up to the side of you making your head turn quickly. your eyes land on camie making you mentally groan.

camie was the biggest attention whore in america, and worst of all she wanted your man bakugo. ever since y��all met her during your first year she never let up on her fake relationship with katsuki.

“hey y/n” he false sweet tone not fooling you. “camie” you didn’t want to talk to this brown haired bimbo, you’d rather spend your time watching paint dry. “i saw you and katsuki looking pretty smitten over there”

you lightly chuckle at the girl's words. of course she saw you and katsuki hugging. “uh yea, just hugging” you wanted to walk off but you did t want to be rude. she grabs your hand gently, turning you to face her. “i don’t know what game you're playing but katsuki’s mine, if i see you near him I'll deal with you myself ” her tone is aggressive and threatening, making you feel angry as hell.

“he’s fucking with you? i doubt it” your tone was condescending as you mocked her delusional statement. in everyone 's eyes, Katsuki was single, but the two of you know he was yours.

“don’t make me have to tell you again” how dare she threaten you again. anger boiling in your blood now as you lift up your very strong cup of tequila and throw it in the girl's face.

the strong sticky liquid drips all the way down onto her very small blue bikini, the girl lets out a screech that definitely can’t be heard over the loud music and talking. but in 2.5 seconds bakugo makes his way over to you making sure you were alright.

he was watching you.

“what the fuck happened here?” he looks at camie and then you. the red empty solo cup still in your hand as you smirk at the girl. “nothing” you try to walk off but bakugo hands catch yours making butterfly’s swarm your stomach.

“your lying” you turn your head back towards the crowd making bakugo move his feet behind yours. you were silently leading him to a small corner of the house. the privacy was zero to none but at least you two could hear each other a bit.

“get your groupies katsuki, i don’t have time for the bullshit” your voice was serious as you talked to the man. your arms folded over your chest, pushing your tits up slightly. the small pout on your lips makes him slightly laugh.

“i’m not laughing, if i get pressed by her one more time i’m cutting her so deep she won’t even remember her name” you threatening to the man. he nods his head before his hands find their way to your waist. “she doesn’t understand that we will never be a thing.”

his thumbs rubbing the skin that was left exposed by your bikini. you look up to him and smile brightly at the domestic moment between the two of you. “you look really good tonight” his words make your face heat up as you fidget with your fingers. “thank you suki”

you see katsuki smile before reaching for your phone that was in your bikini top. he simply sticks it in his trunk pocket and before you know it you're being lifted off the ground in an unladylike manner. your face to his ass with yours to his.

him slinging you over his shoulder caught you by surprise making you squeal as he walked towards the backyard. you know many people are watching so you stop the noises from your mouth and before you know it he fixes you so he’s holding you bridal style facing the huge pool.

“kats pleaseeee no i don-” you feel your body fall underneath the surface of the water. you quickly swim to the surface and wipe your eyes before finding katsuki. “you little bitch” you laugh as you struggle to stay afloat in the deep water. padding your way to the edge so he could help you out.

he extends his hand which you happily take. he pulls your wet body up from the freezing water. the cool night air hitting your body makes you shiver. “i have no towel suki” the big doe eyes you give him makes him wanna put a ring on it.

“yea i know dumbass, going to a pool party with now towel is stupid ya '’ know” you roll your eyes at his slick tongue. you see him tread over to kirishima before picking up an orange towel which you assume is his.

he makes way over to your trembling body. but before he puts the towel on you, you grab his hand and lead him to the other side of the backyard. his eyes fall on the empty jacuzzi that you were gunning for.

“you just wanted me alone” his voice breaks the silence between you two. you scoff before stopping once you make it to the hot tub. the bubbling water and steam catching your eye makes you feel instantly relaxed.

you drop the towel on the nearby bench before making your way back over to the tub. bakugo watches the way you watch the water like a kid in the candy store. you dip your toe in making sure it wasn’t too hot for you’d body.

once you felt it and it was Sustainable  your body was engulfed by the steamy water in no time. you look back at bakugo and see him still standing there. “the waters nice if you want to get in”. your voice was in that singy-tone that you loved to tease him in.

he walks up to the tub and gets in whole body. you turn your head to look next to you and smile. “hi katsuki” you whisper as you feel the water begin to bubble harder. “hi y/n” you feel his hand reach out for yours and you look him in his eye.

“what’s wrong katsuki, you’ve been more affectionate recently” you see his head slightly hang lower and his eyes soften. “my bad” was all he said but before he talks further you shake your head. “no, it’s not a problem, just curious since you were the one who wanted to keep this a secret” you motion between the two of you.

“what do you think about me, honestly?” katsuki never cares what anyone thinks of him, so for him to ask you caught you off guard. he can tell you are perplexed by the question. “act like i’m one of your friends, tell me” you play with your fingers as you feel the heat from the question tub begin to rise.

“Well, nobody knows… i fuck with him on the low” you mutter into the steamy air. “is that enough?” your eyes widen and you feel the air getting knocked out of your chest.

“kats..” he drags you into his lap, resting his hands on your backside. “cause i do, i don’t want to be a secret, i was stupid enough to think i did” you feel your bottom begin to wobble. “i love you y/n, i-i don’t know if you feel the same way but i needed to let you know”

your lips smash against his as soon as he’s done speaking. your eyes flutter shut as he grips your hip taking the kiss deeper than it ever was. the mutual panting can be heard between the two of y’all.

your hands find their way to his hair and you begin to grip his scalp, pulling his head back so you can make the kiss deeper. “i love you kats” you mutter against his soft lips.

you feel his hips rut up into your making a moan slip out of your lips. you feel katsuki grip your hips tighter silently letting you know he needs you. the two of you separate soon after and you make your way out of the jacuzzi with katsuki following right behind you.

his hands gripping your hips as he guides you out of the backyard and into the house. his large figure practically dwarfing your body. all eyes land on the two of you as y’all make it through the screen door.

water dripping from your body as you walk over to sero and denki. “look what the cat dragged in, fucking finally” sero let’s out a sigh as he blows smoke in your face. denki looks around confused before he notices bakugo’s hand placing.

he’s gotta stop smoking so much weed

“shut up” you laugh as sero passes you the blunt. the long puff you take fills your mouth and lungs, you hold it in before blowing it out your nostrils and mouth. “sick” denki chuckles as he watches you.

bakugo hands grip the sides of your bikini lighty pulling it up. you swat his hand before taking another drag. “you want a hit?” you hold it before blowing smoke in katsuki’s face.

he loves seeing you like this, horny, high and looking drop dead gorgeous. he looks at the blunt before picking it up before sticking it between his pretty pink lips. blowing the smoke in your face now.

you love him like this. eyes getting lower with each puff, horny and touchy. taking the blunt from his fingers. you pass it to sero before standing on your tippy toes and whispering something in his ear.

“we’ll see y’all later” bakugo grabs your hands and basically runs to the door, before it’s shut in his face. camies blocks the exit making you roll your eyes. “excuse me, can you move?” your voice is heard.

she rolls her eyes before looking at katsuki. “where are you going with her?” you hear her attitude clearly but you just don’t care.

“move camie, we’re just trying to leave” whenever bakugo smokes he’s always calm, cool as a cucumber. “why are you with her when you can be with me?” she’s basically whining at the point and you're sick of it.

“you delusional bitch, move out the fucking way, he doesn’t want you, get it through your thick skull” at this point you were frustrated and you didn’t care if you hurt her feelings. the drink in her face should’ve been a hint but of course you were underestimated.

you see the hurt that flashes across her face but she quickly hides it. you stalk over to her and practically push her away. you hear her scoff and watch her cling onto katsuki.

you see red as you sling open the door and stomping out the door leaving katsuki because you're so heated. you hear katsuki yelling in the back before you hear him stomping behind you and calling your name.

“y/n wait up” of course you were mad, not a katsuki but at camie. she doesn’t know boundaries and if she does she can care less. “it’s not my fault” he catches up to you and drags you to his car.

the two of you quickly get it. the pout still on your face as he starts his car. before he pulls off he shoots a text to kirishima and telling him to hitch a ride with mina.

before he pulls off he looks over to you and chuckles. “it’s not my fault” you look over to him and suck your teeth. “i didn’t say it was your fault!” you exclaim while he begins to drive.

“well your acting like a little brat y/n” you sick your teeth and shake your head. why is he blaming you for your rightfully earned attitude? “okay bakugo” you look at all the trees and houses passing by to distract yourself.

“bakugo, huh” you feel him turn a sharp corner and stop the car completely making you gasp. you turn back to look at him. “what the hell?” at this point you're pissed, you look around to see where you're at and you scoff.

“why are we in a parking lot?” you try to sound calm so he’ll actually answer you. he looks at you before getting out of the car and shutting the driver's door. he walks 2 steps and opens the back door and gets in the car.

you turn back to look at him. “katsuki?” you question softly. “pass me that blunt and join me back here” he pats his lap and you instantly get the idea. you go into the glove compartment and get the blunt before climbing to the back of the car  and sitting on katsuki’s lap. he settles one of his hands on your hips and takes the blunt from your fingers with the other.

he puts the fresh blunt between his lips and motions for you to light it for him. you turn your head and get the light that was sitting in the cup holder and you bring it to the blunt between his pink lips, lighting it quickly.

he takes a pull before blowing smoke from his lips. your eyes fixated on his lips as the cloudy smoke passed them. “take your panties off” he says calmly without looking at you. “i-” your words are cut off when he looks at you. “hurry” you stand up and pull your bathing suit bottoms quickly down before sitting back down on his clothed lap.

“take yours off” you could’ve sworn you saw him roll his eyes before sitting you in the seat next to him. “don’t rush me” he says plainly but he does it anyway. he shimmy’s out of his trunks. his erect cock hitting his stomach stiffly.

“don’t feel flattered, you know weed makes me horny.” you know damn well he’s been hard since your hot tub situation, but you let him be. a cloud if smoke brings you out of your gaze. “don’t just sit there, do something” he motions to his cock before putting the blunt back in his mouth.

you hover over his hips, your hole hovering over where he needs you the most. “feening for me lately?” you watch his cock jump at the sentence making you giggle.

another puff of smoke is blown in your face making you roll your eyes. you spit in your hand before bringing it down to his cock, jerking him off slightly. you feel his hips stutter once you make contact with it.

“i’m sorry i had an attitude” you place the head of his cock to your tight hole. you circle it over and over making him look down at you with his low red eyes. “just do it” you hear him strain out. you smirk before pushing yourself down so his tip is inside you.

no matter how many times you two fuck, he always stretches you out like you were a virgin. your face scrunches up in pleasure and a bit of pain. “shit!, squeezing me so good” you hear him hiss out as you sink down to the base of his cock.

“katsuuu” you moan out while he takes a drag of the blunt. he looks you in the eyes before dragging the blunt from his lips. he places a small peck on your lips reassuring you that he’s not as mad as he seems.

after you take a minute to adjust to his cock you feel his hips begin to thrust up catching you off guard. “warn me next time pleasee” you whine breathlessly as he holds your hips with one hand. the little blunt in the other. he places a soft smack on your ass causing you to moan out.

you feel his thrust begin to get harsher by the minute, the sound of your moans and him ramming into your cunt is all that could be heard throughout the car. you feel him begin to paw at your bathing suit top, signaling he wants it off.

you attempt to pull it down with your mind being reduced to mush, you couldn’t find the strength. you hear him suck his teeth before pulling the cups to your top down. “love your tits babe” you hear him worship you from below.

“i love you katsuki” you moan out as you press little kisses on his face. you feel him squeeze your ass letting you know he loves you too. out of the corner of your eye you see him put out the blunt in the ashtray compartment and leaving it there so he can focus on you.

suddenly you feel him begin to jack hammer into you, gripping your hips with both hands as he watches your tits bounce with each thrust. “love your cunt baby, so fucking good” you loudly moan into the air, feeling yourself begin to come undone.

your hands lace in his blonde locks forcing him to look up to you. his eyes low and red, cheeks pink, dewey skin and mouth his mouth being slightly open. he looks beautiful like this. all fucked out because of you.

“m’ gonna cum” your words are soured together as your eyes begin to  flutter shut until you feel a rough hand around your neck. your eyes shoot open as you look down. you see katsuki with a stern expression now, “looking at me while you cum” you obey him silently by nodding your head.

the overwhelming pleasure of being choked and fucked hits you like a mac-truck. your legs begin to shake and your breath gets caught in your throat. you look at katsuki and see him smirking evilly.

your body leans over slightly as you come undone. your eyes shut tightly to the point where you see different colors. your toes begin to curl and your hands begin to pull at katsuki’s hair.

beneath you, you feel his hips begin to stutter signaling that he’s close. you begin to feel overstimulated so you begin to pulsate and clench around him. you hear him moan out i to your ear, many expletives falling from his pink lips.

“i love you” was the last thing he moaned out before you felt hot ropes of cum fill you up. you moan from the feeling while his hips continue to jerk up into you.

once he comes down from his high he pulls you out of his neck and you see his gorgeous post-fuck face. his cheeks cutely flushed as he gives you and soft smile. you place a peck on his lips before attempting to get off his softening cock. he helps you off and sits you next to him.

you both look at your joint cum leaking out of you and the leaky substance on his lap. he scoops some from your sopping pussy before shoving it in your mouth.

“so glad you're mine” he stares as he watches you. you quirk your eyebrow and when he takes his fingers out you laugh. “you never asked me to be ur girlfriend” you laugh at his deadpan expression. he rolls his eyes before looking at you. “y/n l/n, will you be my girlfriend?” you pretend to think about making him suck his teeth before you move in and place a quick kiss to his lips. staying in that position you squeak out a small ‘yes’.

“yea that’s what i thought” he says before going back to kiss you.

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And welcome new nonnie <3 Here is the Bee Movie:

Title Narrator: According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way that a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible.

Barry: Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Yeah! Let's shake it up a little.

[gurgling]

Barry! Breakfast is ready!

Barry: Comin'! Hang on a second. Hello?

Barry?

Adam?

Can you believe this is happening?

I can't believe it. I'll pick you up.

Lookin' sharp.

Barry, why don't you use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those.

Sorry. I'm excited.

Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, son. And a perfect report card, all B's.

Very proud.

Ma! I got a thing going here.

You got some lint on your fuzz.

Ow! That's me!

Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.

Bye!

Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house!

[horns honking]

- Hey, Adam.

- Hey, Barry.

- Is that fuzz gel?

- A little. It's special day, finally graduating.

Never thought I'd make it.

Yeah, three days the grade school, three days the high school.

Those were so awkward.

Three days the college. I'm glad I took off one day in the middle and just hitchhiked around the hive.

You did come back different.

[sarahsmi13s]

Tattoos?!

(not my gif)

pairing: jake ‘hangman’ seresin x fem!oc

characters: jake seresin, fem!oc (sarah), jack and delilah seresin, jake’s four sisters, jake’s brother-in-laws, jake’s nieces and nephews

warnings: language, tattoos, alludes to sex but no details, nudity, insecurity, talks of future (brief), im sorry if I missed any but i will go ahead and say 18+ Minors DNI!

word count: 976

a/n: this is a headcannon in which jake learns about his girlfriends tattoos

this takes place the summer after Sarah has graduated college 

this is before the events of the other parts in this series, which is inspired by @roosterscockpit​​ ‘s ( @milesdickpic​ ) story ‘His Little Girl’ and yes the oc is based on me (but is mainly fantasy me lol and the tattoos described in this story are mine)

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Sarah was spending her first summer after graduating with Jake and Paisley in Texas.

This was the first time she’s really been in the state, except for that one time she went to Waco with her friends the previous summer.

But now she was taking a beach trip to Galveston with Jake and his family.

“Wait, you’ve never been to the beach before? You’re 21, how have you never been to the beach?” Jake asked from his spot next to her in the car. 

She shook her head, shrugging, “Just never had the time, or really the money.”

Jack spoke up from the front seat, “Well, that settles it, you’re coming every year.” Delilah nodded from her seat and Tilly, Jake’s youngest sister, squealed from beside Sarah in excitement.

Once they got to the beach house, the boys on the trip carried in all the bags.

The family settled in and relaxed from the drive, making sure they had energy for the next day.

Once the sun rose the next morning Sarah was stretching and getting ready for the beach day that was planned.

Jake came in from his jog, sweaty and starving. 

He noticed Sarah in the kitchen, still in her pj’s, which was basically an old t-shirt and shorts. He smiled and kissed her temple, “Good morning.” “Better now that you’re here.” “That was cheesy.” “Was it wrong?” He smiled, pecking her lips, “You’re never wrong.” 

Delilah chuckled as she walked past her son, “You learn quick.”

After breakfast and wardrobe changes, the Seresins headed to the beach.

Jake wore black swim trunks, the kind that rested low on his hips, showing off that sculpted body the Navy gave him. Though it was only to show off for Sarah.

Sarah wore a brown cow print bikini, the bottoms were high waisted and her cover up was a thin, red plaid shirt and jean shorts.

The men and the kids splashed in the surf, Jake tackling his nieces and nephews into the water. The women laid out in the sun, Jake’s older sisters enjoying the break from their toddlers. 

“Have you always had that tattoo?” Delilah asked, pointing to Sarah’s right side, where the inked skin of her ribs were exposed. “Oh yeah, I got in when I turned 18.” She straightened out her arm, “And I got this a few months ago.”

Kassandra, Jake’s oldest sister, sat up, “What does the one on your ribs mean?”

“It’s a TV show that really means a lot to me. The brothers in the show have the same one,” Sarah explained. “I just thought it looked cool, and the show has this underlying theme of ‘family doesn’t end in blood’ and that’s just really stuck with me.”

Jake jogged over, casting a shadow over the group.

“What are we talking about?”

Addison sat up, “Your girlfriend's tattoos.”

He pulled a face, “She doesn’t have-” He looked down at her, “Do you?”

Sarah laughed and nodded, “I’ve got two.”

Jake held his hands out, motioning for her to grab them, which she does, and pulled her to her feet. “Lemme see.”

She straightened her arm again, brandishing the colorful ‘LAUGH’ tattooed there. “Aaand-” she turned, lifted her right arm, showing the symbol from the show ‘Supernatural’ that was inked on her ribs.

Jake leaned down to get a closer look, “That’s so hot.” 

Then he scooped her up and promptly walked toward the house.

 “AH! Jake!” She laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck and he wrapped her legs around his hips. “What are you doin’?!” “I think you know exactly what I’m doin’, Sugar.” 

He carried her straight in the house and up to their room.

Jake went to lay her down on the bed. “No, you’re covered in seawater and I’m covered in sand- shower,” Sarah said, pointing over Jake’s shoulder to the bathroom.

Rolling his eyes, he changed directions.

He placed her on the counter and pulled the top of her swimsuit off, catching her arms before she could cover herself. “Don’t… You’re beautiful.” His left hand came up and rested on her ribs, his thumb rubbing over the inked skin.

“You’ve never seen me like this, so forgive me for being nervous.” Jake smiled and kissed her forehead, “I know. Being nervous is okay. We’ll only go as far as you want.”

Jake kissed her lips, pulling away only to kiss her shoulder and kiss down her arm. He got to her tattoo and planted a kiss on each letter. 

He pulled back, his hand going right back to her ribs. “Are you hiding any more of these bad boys? I need to give all of them attention.” He couldn’t keep the smile away, laughing towards the end.

She giggled and shook her head, “Just the two. I’ve got more planned though.”

He groaned, his head falling into her neck, “I never thought I’d be this attracted to tattoos.” He pecked her neck, “Maybe it’s just you.” 

After their shower, they laid on the bed, naked under the covers. 

Jake’s index finger traced the star of the tattoo on her ribs.

“Could you see me with tattoos?” He asked quietly, not wanting to disturb the moment.

Sarah nodded, “Yeah, but not huge pieces though. Probably something memorable to you, something that has meaning to you. Maybe an outline of Texas on your chest.” Both of them laughed at that.

“Maybe not that. Maybe our kids' initials, or something like that.” His eyes widened slightly at the ‘our’ he let slip. But she didn’t seem phased. “Yeah, that’s definitely your ballpark.”

He looked down at Sarah, seeing her eyes start to flutter shut. The tracing of her tattoo, and the warmth of both her sunburn and her boyfriend, had lulled her to sleep.

Jake kissed the top of her head, and they both fell asleep.

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thank you so much for reading!! i hope this was enjoyable!

I do have a pinterest board set up for this, just to help me get into the vibe (one is to help with future parts, one is only for the current parts)

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132 of 2023

Your Style

Created by joybucket

Have you ever worn... leggings as pants? a mini skirt? a maxi skirt? skinny jeans? riding boots? overalls? a sweater vest? suspenders? plaid shorts? palazzo pants? a raincoat? a fur coat? an infinity scarf? sunglasses? a bow in your hair? glasses? braces? a poncho? a corsage? a corset? a Halloween costume? a bow tie? a bikini? a tankini? snowpants? snow shoes? snow boots? a Mickey Mouse hat? a princess hat? a tiara? a headband? a boho bandeau? a sports bra? running shorts? sandals? a Disney watch? pink nail polish? black nail polish? fake eyelashes? red lipstick? purple eye shadow? teal eyeliner? a Livestrong wristband? a WWJD bracelet? a peace sign necklace? a dream catcher necklace? a cross necklace? a flower wreath in your hair? fringe boots? a designer purse? designer jeans? a dance leotard? fuzzy pajama pants? earmuffs? a sports jersey? a t-shirt that you had people sign? a tie-dye shirt? denim shorts? knee socks? toe socks? fuzzy slippers? a fuzzy robe? galoshes? rollerskates? ice skates? a class ring? a graduation cap and gown? a wedding dress? a formal dress? a semiformal dress? a summer dress? a cardigan? a mood ring? a flower in your hair? (for a joke) a lei? a veil? a tutu? a wig? a Santa hat? a varsity jacket? a winter coat? a swimsuit cover-up? a shimmy belt? a fedora? cowboy boots? a plaid shirt? a striped shirt? bell bottoms? a school uniform?

Do you like... infinity scarves? tattoos? piercings? nail polish? Hello Kitty? band t-shirts? bell bottoms? skinny jeans? cardigans? Bohemian-style clothing? Converse? Vans? riding boots? thick black-rimmed glasses? fringe purses? fringe boots? tie-dye? dresses? skirts? leggings as pants? sweaters? red lipstick? pink lipstick? black lipstick? eyeshadow? eyeliner? rings? earrings? bracelets?

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[teen--marvel]

it's a love story, baby, just say yes

I was able to find a job as a lifeguard at the community pool a few days after I graduated from high school. It’s been going great the last three weeks after I finished all my training and certifications to actually be in charge of saving people from drowning. Well it was going great until today when four new lifeguards finished their training and were officially hired on. I’m just getting done with the morning shift when I see the new group walking around and getting the welcome tour of where everything is. I cross my arms over my chest, not even able to help my glare when I see exactly who is a part of this new group. 

she was happy with her job and then a certain someone just had come ruin it

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It’s been about eight months since I watched him pick on Lucas and start a fight with Steve for absolutely no reason other than he’s insane and other than graduation I have stayed as far away from him as I could.

~

I walk into the front entrance of Starcourt and head towards the escalators, stepping onto the steps that go down to the next level. I head to my right after I get to the bottom of the escalator and I walk around a group of people before I walk through the entrance of Scoops.

the fact that she just knows right where to go makes my heart flutter <3

~

Steve looks up from the ice cream bins he’s restocking and throws his arms up and out to his sides, smiling wide “The mermaid is finally here!”

the mermaid 😂

~

She startles and stops walking when she sees me and I narrow my eyes ever so slightly in thought as I try to place where I’ve seen her before. Steve makes a noise and moves his arm to indicate both of us “Oh okay hey, Summer this is Robin– Robin this is– “Summer, yeah hi–” Robin smiles, nervously looking between us before she directs her words towards me “Um, we actually had a class together last year–” “Buckley” I snap my fingers and point towards her “Robin Buckley– we had Click’s morning history class together” I finish, quietly sighing in my relief that I figured it out because that would have driven me nuts all day, and she smiles “We did–” she shakes her head quickly, stammering “I ca– I can’t believe you actually remember me.” “Wait we did?” Steve asks, also having been in the class, and we look over at him, noticing his confused face. He raises his brows at the look I throw him, looking between us and raising his hands up to his sides “Sorry, guess I wasn’t paying attention in that class.” “You weren’t, you were always late” I mumble and Robin snorts, agreeing and elaborating “Walking in late and coming into class with bagel crumbs on your shirt.”

the fact that summer remembered robin, but steve didn't just showed how much she paid attention to others around her while he didn't 'cause of the dipshit duo

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“Well I’ve blissfully forgotten that part.” “Convenient since the memory doesn’t show you at your best” I jab and he laughs sarcastically towards me “Very funny.”

~

“Anyways, how was work today? You’re here earlier than usual”

earlier than usual?! girl 👀

~

“Hargrove also just got hired on as a lifeguard at the pool– finished his certifications yesterday.”

we have to call him douchegrove from here on out

~

Steve’s face falls and he scoots closer towards me in the booth, dropping his voice a little “What is that douchebag doing getting a job as a lifeguard with you?” “So he can hit on anything in a bikini?” I offer

she ain't wrong, lol

~

Steve clears his throat and looks at me, causing me to quickly look away– even though it was pretty obvious I was staring at him and I inwardly grimace at being caught.

giiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirl!

~

“Why don’t you get a job here?” Steve offers and I quickly look over at him, scrunching my face up like he’s crazy for saying that’s what I should do “Because this stupid flashy mall opening and shutting down everything downtown is the reason I had to even get a stupid new job to begin with.” Steve rubs his hand over his mouth, nodding a few times before he lays his arm across the back of the booth “Right I know that but the hours here are pretty good and the pay is a dollar fifty more than what you’re making at the pool.”

he said "fuck the pool! come sling ice cream" 😂

~

“Of course it is” I grumble lowly and cross my arms over my chest to be one step away from pouting.

she straight up said

😂

~

“Owner wants to hire another person because we’re so swamped during the day and because I’m such a phenomenal employee" “You’ve worked here for a month” I interrupt and Steve keeps talking over me like I didn’t say anything, “He told me to scout for potential applicants and recruit if I found someone who was seriously looking for a job.” I look at him like it’s too good to be true, however, he just smiles “Job’s yours if you want it.”

she straight up deadpanned her comment, hahahaa

~

 I’m annoyed to say it’s actually been a lot of fun– probably because of who I get to work with… so the fun being had is not really because of the mall per-se.

we like steve!!

~

I scoff towards her and point at Will who’s standing in front of me “He’s my brother not my child”

i hate that they're separated this season 😢

~

“Again? Seriously?” Steve swings his eyes towards me and points at the group “Did you tell them this was okay to be a regular occurrence?” “No” I jerk my head back, countering back instantly “Don’t blame me– you were the one that first said it was okay to do.”

their banter is the best, lol

~

Max snorts, causing me to look at her and see her clear her face of any previous humor, shaking her head a little “I just sneezed.”

this is such a max move 😂

~

“Please, Summie?” Will pleads with those damn puppy dog eyes and I point over towards him “Not fair, William–”

he pulled the baby bro move

~

Steve has his arms crossed over his chest and rolls his eyes dramatically when we walk past him, which I respond by sticking my tongue out at him.

real mature, summer

~

Steve pushes into my side so he can threaten towards their retreating backs “I swear, if anybody hears about this…” “We’re dead!” the four of them answer back in unison and I move my lips between my teeth so I don’t laugh. Steve huffs, throwing me a look like he cannot believe they just interrupted him like that and I can’t hold it back– I laugh, bumping my shoulder into him so he’ll move and I can shut the door.

but he loves them, though, he can't deny that

~

About ten minutes later the lights shut off with a click and we can hear the very audible noise the entire mall makes as the power shuts down out of nowhere. I stand up from my lean into one of the ice cream bins and look up at the dark ceiling, Steve, Robin and our two customers in the store doing the same. “That’s weird” Steve says and walks over to where the light switch is, clicking it up and down a few times. In between his clicking of the switch Robin sighs from beside me and looks over at him “That isn’t gonna work, dingus.” “Oh really?” comes Steve’s smartass reply before he obnoxiously flips the switch up and down over and over again, increasing how fast he’s moving his hand. I throw him a look that screams stop it as I reply “Yeah really, the power to the whole mall just shut off but you flipping the switch to our light is definitely going to bring it back” Just to make me look like a fool the lights come back on right as he flips the switch to the on position. My face drops and I share a look with Robin, who’s looking at me the exact same way, before we look over at Steve and see the smug look that transforms his face. He lifts his hand up and half smiles that I should never have doubted his magical electrician abilities “Let there be light.”

he's the smartest dumbass ever 😂

~

“You never know, little man– sometimes love just comes out of nowhere and hits you in the face” “Yeah?” he asks in what I thought was a genuine tone, however, when I mumble my agreement around another bite and look over at him, I see the cheeky little smirk on his face “Hmm, so is that the real reason you stopped being a lifeguard and got a job that allowed you to work with Steve everyday?” My face drops into a playful frown and I shake my head at him “I have no idea what you’re talking about” “So we’re just going to ignore what happened at the Snow Ball?” Will continues and I drop my mouth open in shock “I didn’t tell you about that for you to torture me with it” Will rolls his eyes dramatically, teasing “Oh no you got to dance with the guy you’re in love with, how torturous for you.” “I’m not in love with him” I argue with as much conviction as I can and he laughs, raising his brows at me while he takes a bite of his food “Sure, Summie.” I glare at him and mom tries to hide just how funny she’s finding my torment by turning her head away from us.

holy shit, this is fantastic!! i was smiling like an idiot reading this!!

~

“Hey” she gains my attention when she gets up and walks towards the fridge “What happened here?” Seeing the magnets on the ground 

WHAT'S WRONG WITH MY MAGNETS!!

~

mom lifts her hands up like she comes in peace “How did training go last night?” I narrow my eyes thoughtfully at her, answering through barely clenched teeth “It was fine– last day of training is today.” She makes a quiet hmm noise and nods towards her food “That’s good, I know you’ll do great on your last training day.” “Who gets to train you today?” Will questions, smirking towards his plate and I glare playfully at him while I answer “Robin is training me.” He looks up at me knowingly and I throw him a look like see you were wrong, you butthead. I grab my plate and head towards the sink, rinsing it off before I walk back to the table and kiss mom’s cheek in a goodbye. 

joyce is all "i come in peace" while will's all "i'm a shithead"

~

I walk by Will and tousle his hair as I rush out “And Harrington” while I run towards the door and grab my bag, just hearing their laughs as I shut the front door behind me.

and harrington-bye! 😂

~

“Dingus over there said that he could ‘up the tips’ we earn by attempting to charm the ladies that came in.”

not the charm-- no, wait... yes, the type of charm they need, lol

~

“So far Popeye over there is oh for six– the sixth one happening just before you got here.”

the tally board is one of my favorite things about steve and robin's friendship, lol

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“Wow” I breathe out, trying to keep a straight face as I look at Steve “According to the stats that means your charm… kinda sucks, Harrington” “Yeah I can read, Byers” Steve grumbles and Robin jerks her head back “Since when?”

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 I sigh, shaking my head in mock pity “The audacity Scoops has hiding those luscious locks of yours under a sailor’s hat”

so she thinks it's luscious? what the hell, it is!

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“That’s not all you have, Steve” I tell him quietly and he looks at me, softening his eyes 

because i'm almost caught up with this series as a whole, the way he looks at her here just - ugh - i can't put into words!!

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“Oh, shit, oh, shit– okay… uh… I’m going in. Okay? And you know what?” he takes his ahoy hat off and throws it through the window into the back room with us “Screw company policy.” “Oh, my god, you’re a whole new man” Robin boasts and I lift my hand up to offer him a thumbs up “Let those luscious locks be free– Farrah says so.” Steve makes a face like I need to be quiet and I try not to laugh as he ignores me “Right? Ooh,” he mocks, moving his shoulders in a sarcastic little dance move.

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“I’m Steve Harrington.”

he can be my captain any day 👀

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And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for King of my heart, body and soul, 

i'm just start and end these with taylor lyrics 'cause i have my playlist on repeat, lol

King of My Heart Chapter 17 - Suzie, Do You Copy?

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𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | friends-with-benefits!Ransom Drysdale x camgirl!reader, dad's best friend!Chris Evans x camgirl!reader, camgirl!Natasha Romanoff x camgirl!reader (mentioned, just for shows and not romantically)

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˗ˏˋ𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“Have you seen my black bikini? I can’t find it.”

“Didn’t you wear it to that yacht party Ransom dragged you to?”

Of fucking course.

You groan and nearly stomp your feet in frustration. As if on cue, your phone starts ringing and that devil’s name flashes on the screen. Ignoring the call, you collapse onto Wanda’s bed with your arms over your eyes.

“I’m going to lie in the middle of a bike lane and wait to get run over by a cyclist.”

Wanda laughs, almost ruining her lipstick as she applies it in the mirror. “Shouldn’t you be packing for your trip?”

You scoff loudly. It wasn’t a trip, more like a forceful gathering to meet your father’s new fiancée. You’ve lost count on how many women you’ve seen hanging off his arm, wearing a shiny diamond ring on their left hand. 

The last one was ten years younger than him and invited you to get lunch with her and her other friends. Against your will, you went because your father played the “You’ll be calling her mom soon” card. You almost laughed in his face right then, as if he forgot about his past stream of ex-fiancée's who came and left faster than a bolt of lightning. 

It was pitiful. Your father has been desperate since your mother left him for another man long ago, but you can’t blame him. You haven’t spoken to her in years, not since you graduated high school. You’ve never forgiven her for cheating with her co-worker—even though now they’re both happily married, living with his children from a previous relationship. 

While you took your heartbreak and pushed yourself into school and work, your dad set off on serial dating but, thankfully, did not have any more kids.

“I’m so glad Nat’s coming along—I would’ve faked being sick if she wasn’t.” You’ve always had a hard time telling your father no, but the relationship between the two of you was far stronger than the one you had with your mother. After the divorce, you chose to live with your father instead of your mother and her new husband. “I swear, when I finally find the guts, I’ll say no.”

“But not any time soon.” Wanda fills in, looking over her shoulder at you. Her eyes are lined with silver glitter, matching the simple jewelry around her neck and wrists. “Do you know why?”

“I love him too much?”

Your roommate shrugs, “Well, yeah but you also love to ogle at his friend.”

Your jaw drops and you grab a piece of clothing lying on her bed to throw at her, missing by a few feet.

Wanda flips her hair smugly, “I don’t blame you, if I wasn’t with Vis, I’d drag you by your ear to your dad's trip. I still remember when he had that layover and stayed in a hotel, and came by when we were having a girl's night. Men who aren’t afraid of face masks, self-care, and pedicures are my kind of men—ugh, some guys our age avoid soap like the plague.” She goes on a rant about her past failed relationships, all of which you were a witness to the garbage fire, until Vis, an older philosophy major came along.

You try to listen to her, but your mind is filled with memories from your last trip home. As Wanda loudly shuffles through her makeup, rambling about another jerk, “He left his pubic hair all over the bathroom as if he hadn’t ever cleaned—I still have flashbacks.”

Humming absentmindedly, you fall deeper into your head.

Lately, you have been far too busy to do an actual stream. Only posting photos and short videos for your fans—so thinking about that man wasn’t the best idea. Especially since you just showered.

But, how could you stop thinking about him?

He was older than you, almost double your age and he was best friends with your father.

Chris was wealthy—with a family name that will be old money rich down the line. He spent his life getting everything he wanted, but he never lost touch with his humanity. Always a humble man, he’s helped friends and family whenever they needed it and even funded one of your high school trips to Europe. And he definitely wasn’t terrible looking—hell, he wasn’t even average, he was beyond it.

Naturally gifted with looks that could melt anyone. Brown hair that was always flawless, either styled, in a fluffy mess or covered by a baseball cap. Perfect facial hair over his chiselled cheekbones and strong jaw. A prominent nose and freckles. Dark eyebrows, thick eyelashes and most notably, his clear blue eyes that sucked you in with a single glance.

And his body, you remember when you excused yourself and to change your panties. Watching him strut around, shirtless with all his tattoos exposed and drinking a beer, had affected you so deeply, you had soaked straight through the cotton.

You also ended up taking the opportunity to film a little video of yourself in your bedroom. Then, you posted it along with a promise of doing more that night and warning your fans that you’d have to be quiet. A lot of them liked when you had to silence yourself and so did you. Just the possibility of getting caught if you were too loud.

For the rest of that trip, Chris was very friendly with you. More than usual. You’ve caught him staring at you plenty of times, just the weight of his gaze sent goosebumps all over your body.

It picked up from there. The stares turned into winks and sly smiles, he’d raise his beer to his mouth and take a hearty gulp, drops slipping from the corners of his lips before he’d lick them away. Sometimes he’d make a show of it and collect the droplets with his finger before suckling them clean.

At first, it was hard to consider that Chris was attracted to you in the way you were to him.

Then, it all solidified on the last day of your trip.

You grew comfortable with his light touches on your hips—those could easily be written off as merely platonic affection. Then, you hit a stump.

When no one else is around, he comes up behind you and his big hands massage your shoulders, working out the knots in your neck and back until you are swaying on your feet. Your core feels warm as you can’t help but think about what other things his hands were skilled in.

You let out a soft moan as he presses himself against you. His heavy breath ghosting your skin, touch wandering to your waist and down your hips, the tips of his fingers dipping into the band of your shorts.

Your legs tremble as he coos softly, moving your ass over his thickening length—he definitely wasn’t small. His guttural groans harmonize with your quiet whimpers, and you shut your eyes, leaning against him and letting him manhandle your body how he wants.

It feels like a dream come true, because it was.

You grab one of his hands and push it inside your shorts, under your bikini bottoms. “Please.”

Chris’ groans grow in volume as he presses harder, his big cock sliding against your ass. Long fingers gently explore your wet folds, dipping down to your entrance before rubbing your throbbing clit.

“Are you always this wet for me, baby?”

Blissed out, you nod silently.

The distant sound of a door opening and your name being called yanks back to reality. The rush topples over you. But you don’t want it to end, you don’t want him to stop.

But Chris makes the decision himself and pulls away. You whine in protest and he only shushes you.

“Next time.” He kisses the side of your neck then leaves.

After that, you were so worked up. You had to put out the fire he started then abandoned. You ended up in the guest bathroom with your hand stuffed in your shorts, pressed against the wall as you desperately brought yourself to a finish. You didn’t even have time to film it—only posting a picture of yourself and your wetness afterward with a caption:

AngelEyes: I’m sorry I forgot to take a video, daddy! I couldn’t stop after I started, please forgive me :(

When you retrieved your bags from your room, there was a neatly wrapped box on your bed. You didn’t have time to open it and hurriedly stuffed it into your luggage before dashing out the door. Quickly bidding your father and his fiancée goodbye, and kissing Chris on the cheek, as you always have.

Although, this time, you might have kissed a little closer to his lips. From the way his hand drifted to your ass, it was safe to say he had no objections.

The present was unwrapped the moment you stepped foot into your apartment.

It was a skimpy black bikini with more straps than actual coverage, sparkly rhinestones dangling from some hems like water droplets. There wasn’t a note, not even a little hint as to who it was from, but you didn’t need one. You knew exactly who gifted it to you.

Hence, why you’ve been tearing your apartment apart searching for the immodest pieces of fabric.

The same bikini Ransom refuses to give back because “I fucked you while you wore it, that basically makes it my property now.”

“My dad said that Chris offered to host the trip at his new house.”

“Oh, a new one?” Wanda quizzes, “How is that man still single? He’s loaded, funny, intelligent, and clearly isn’t ugly! It doesn’t add up.”

That question has popped into your mind too. Ever since you’ve known Chris, there have been only a few times he’s mentioned seeing someone, but you’ve never met them.

“Maybe he wants to be single.”

“Or, he secretly has an awful attitude, he could be annoyingly jealous, or have deadly morning breath—or, he’s actually an asshole that no one can stand.”

You pout, “Hey, don’t say that.”

Wanda snickers, “Right, I forgot you’re in love with him.”

In love was a stretch, it was more like deep infatuation, making you insanely attracted to him. You still daydream about the time you walked in on him shirtless and playing the piano.

Standing from Wanda’s bed, there are a couple of texts from Ransom, the first one is needy, I miss your body, baby, then they get progressively more Ransom-esque, I know you miss me too, answer your phone before I drive down there.

The very last one has a photo of his crotch, his cock hard under his pants bulging against the zipper.

You text him back:

I just posted on my OF. Use that, idiot.

Ransom: Oh, I did. Then, I scrolled and saw that picture of you in the shower.

A video pops up, the cover is just a black screen, and you click on it without a second thought. A deep groan bursts from your phone along with a low mumble of your name. Wanda yelps, slamming her brush on her dresser and covering her ears. “Don’t watch porn in my presence!”

“I’m sorry!” You rush to the hallway, already answering Ransom’s FaceTime call. You quickly shut your bedroom door, pressing your back against it. Admittedly, you’re a little embarrassed even though Wanda has heard and witnessed worse.

“You’re an asshole, you know that?”

Ransom smirks, face flushed pink. “Yeah, yeah. Now take off your shirt, baby.”

You glance at your bed still scattered with clothes and your luggage lying half-empty on the floor. You have to leave by tonight to make it to Chris’ house in the morning. You and Natasha already booked separate private cabins with beds since the ride would take at least seven hours. You were also planning on sleeping the entire time.

“I still have to pack.”

On your screen, Ransom’s head is thrown back, the veins in his neck prominent as he moans. Only now do you notice he’s shirtless and just out of frame, his arm moves slowly. You know exactly what he’s doing, and it’s starting to affect you too.

His blue eyes are drawn back to you, “Why are you going anyway?” His breath shudders, “You always talk about how you’re fed up with your dad’s dating record. Plus, three days without dick? Baby, you’ll go crazy. That is unless you invite me.”

“I already invited Nat.” You huff.

“Of fucking course.” Ransom growls, “Are you sharing a cabin?”

“No.”

He raises a dark eyebrow, “Then, I can still come.”

“No, you can’t.” You despise how his arm speeds up, the camera pans down to his heaving chest. The muscles contract with every breath. “My dad doesn’t like you.”

“Is this about that daddy thing? I told you to change his contact name.”

That daddy thing was when Ransom tried to send himself a photo from your phone. It was a sneaky picture of you suckling a popsicle, watching television in nothing but his shirt. Thankfully, your legs were shut and you couldn’t see anything except the marks littering your body, ranging from hickeys to bruises from Ransom. He took the photo from the other side of the couch and used your phone since he couldn’t find his. In contrast to the other ones he’s taken of you, it was completely innocent—only if you ignored his text about adding it to the ‘post-sex album’ he has on his cellphone.

When you told your dad it was Ransom, it just hammered the last nail in the coffin for any potential friendship between your father and him.

“I’m not changing my dad’s contact name so you can keep yours.”

Ransom spits in his hand and brings it back down, the camera angled so you get a glimpse of his red shiny tip. He groans, “Why are we both daddy anyway?”

“Because he’s my dad! And you’re you!”

That smug smirk appears once more, “Yeah, baby? I’m your daddy?” He flips the camera to show his fully hard cock, cum leaking down the thick girth that he uses to make the glide smoother. “Are you going to show daddy that pretty cunt? Let me watch you ride your fingers, pretending it’s my cock?”

Seeing his big hand grip his dick and squeezing the base combined with his deep voice—Ransom could get you wet in a matter of moments. It truly wasn’t fair. So, you give in. “Fine, but make it quick.”

His long fingers tighten, “Oh, sweetie, you doubt my abilities. I’ve made you squirt over text, imagine what I could do like this.”

“And here we are, cabin thirteen and fourteen.” You struggle to read your tickets, hands full of your bags. Opening the door to the first room, you sigh in relief and set down your luggage.

“No one told you to overpack.” Your best friend mutters, also carrying one of your bags. She drops it by the door before standing upright, clad in a pair of black jeans and a ripped t-shirt. “Uh… it’s cute, cozy.”

The cabin is quite small and compact. The walls are painted white, the floor is a dark blue carpet. There’s a tiny foldable table in the middle, across from a red futon, currently set up as a couch. You sit down, testing the cushion. It wasn’t soft but it also wasn’t uncomfortable, it would suffice for the seven hours.

Natasha fixes her hair in the mirror on the back of the door, her green eyes meeting your gaze, “We should’ve got the one with bunk beds, those have bathrooms. We’re going to room together over the trip anyway.”

“And because of that, I’d like to rest while I can. If we were sharing, I’d have to watch you perform.” You raise an eyebrow as she sits beside you, her single duffle bag landing on her lap. “I can’t believe you’re doing all that on the train.”

“Oh, like you’re a saint.” She shoves you playfully, the dark sky looms outside the wide window, “As if you didn’t let Ransom finger you in that movie theatre—”

You slap a hand over her mouth as other passengers walk by your opened door, mortified if they heard your loud-mouth friend. “Shut up,” you hiss as she laughs, “remember when you and Banner fooled around in the parking lot of that diner? And Ransom and I didn’t film that. It just—happened.”

“A lot of things tend to just happen when the playboy is around.” She cocks her head, “Did you know he tried to bribe me to cancel on you? He thought you’d beg him to come instead.”

A little stream of glee rushes through you, an easy smile crawling into your face. If you asked him about that, he’d either downright deny and play clueless, or he’d list the reasons why his company would have been better than Natasha’s, continuing to prove his point when the matter is over with. He’s always been like that, shameless and self-assured, with confidence radiating from him like heat from the sun. Ransom was insistent when he wanted something—at least he didn’t show up at the train station.

You subconsciously glance through the window, craning your neck to see the platform and thankfully, it’s empty. “Well, my dad hates him, so I’d end up going alone anyway.” You say just as the announcement sounds for the last passengers to board, signalling everyone else to get settled.

Natasha stands up, “you’re really just sleeping? I’m sure my fans wouldn’t mind the return of the sweet AngelEyes.” She sings songs.

Rolling your eyes, you shake your head. Natasha was a camgirl too, the two of you started around the same time when rent was going up and college was getting rough. After making accounts on Twitter where you posted short clips, risque pictures and truly let your deepest fantasies free, you both took that next step to OnlyFans. From then on, fame has grown exponentially, now being quite popular individually, it felt only right to test a few collaborations.

You’ve done a few shows together, nothing too scandalous or wild, but also nothing you would classify as Safe For Work. Being semi-opposites and best friends, you and Natasha fit seamlessly. You were submissive, soft, and maybe a brat sometimes. Natasha was gifted in a way, she could adjust to whatever people desired, and still have fun. Truly without the roleplay, she was polar of you, the dominatrix of people’s dreams, cunning and tantalizing, mostly clad in dark leather or lace, the BlackWidow with red cherry lips.

“You’re missing out,” She trails off, digging through her bag before whipping out a vibrator. She waves it before your face like a treat to a dog, “When was the last time you got off?”

“Home.” You answer shortly as your phone chimes. It was as if anytime you thought of Ransom, he’d appear like magic.

Natasha’s green eyes narrow slightly, she can always read you easily, “Playboy came over?”

You know that look, you also know you can’t lie to your friend, “no, but we FaceTimed.”

The redhead smirks, “of course, I’m assuming it was farewell, send-off. You know, it seems a little sentimental… Is there anything you’re hiding from me?”

That would be a way out—if you were actually keeping anything from her, but you weren’t. Or at least you desperately hoped. “No. I’ve told you before, there’s nothing.”

She whistles lowly, “An arrangement going on for this long—I’m surprised neither of you has fallen in love yet.” Her gaze locks on you, searing straight through your eyes and into your brain as if she’s trying to read your thoughts. You cower away, actually considering if you’re keeping any secrets you don’t even know about. The final warning for passengers to be settled sounds, and Natasha slinks out to the hall. “I’m just saying—he’s a little obsessed with you.”

You ignore the faint curiosity that blooms in your chest, scoffing loudly instead, “everyone should be anyway.”

Amused, Natasha raises her hands, still holding the sex toy, “I won’t argue with you, babe.” Then, she’s walking away with her bags, her vibrant hair brushing her shoulders.

“Break a leg.” You call, leaning on the frame.

“Oh, we know I like it rough, but not that rough, miss.” She tsks, waving her fingers over her shoulder. “Knock on the wall if someone is coming.” Then, you hear the door slide shut and lock.

You shut your door too, closing the blinds for privacy. You set up the futon to a bed and grab the small pillow and blanket you packed, lying across the cushion on your belly. The train starts moving, slow and steady vibrations rocking you to sleep, your phone dings as you slip away.

Ransom: Have a safe trip, baby. Call me if you need me.

Ransom: Especially if you’re doing a show, I’ll help you prep because daddy always takes care of his girl ;)

The house is in a secluded neighbourhood, halfway up a hill and at the end of a tall winding road. Hints of autumn paint the trees in yellow and red, some specks of orange amongst the branches that loom over the thin street. A light breeze flows through the air as the car pulls up to the black fence, you can’t help but gape at the size of the home.

White with black framed windows, at least two storeys from what you can see, since thick trees sprout from most of the property, offering some privacy for the wide windows. A redstone walkway leads to the large front doors, potted plants scattered on the porch as ivy grows over the side.

After punching in the code, you and Natasha walk through the automatic metal gates. Your luggage rolls along the ground as you spot your father’s car in the driveway.

“Holy shit.” Natasha gapes, “All this space for one guy? There has to be a home cinema, I just know it.”

“Probably, the last house had a fancy library, like from a haunted house or something.”

“Smart, kind, rich, and handsome—I wonder how many people would kill to be in your shoes.” The redhead smiles coyly as you both walk up the steps, “after that incident last time, I hope you stretched in the train, babe.”

You scoff, “shut up—” your jaw snaps shut as the doors swing open, you’re met with your father’s wide grin as he sweeps you into his arms.

Wrapped in his familiar cologne, you return the embrace. “Finally you’re here! We’ve been waiting all day!” He exclaims, pressing kisses along the side of your face, his beard tickles your face.

“It’s only the afternoon, dad.” Your laugh breathlessly as he squeezes you tighter, “Where’s your fiancée?”

Your father pulls away, “She’s still sleeping, that woman can sleep through anything, she’s the heaviest sleeper I know.” He hugs and greets Natasha too, kissing her cheek. “I’m so glad you’re here, you bring out my daughter—she can be so shy sometimes.”

“It’s hard to be completely open with someone who I don’t know.” You frown.

“Yes, yes, I’m sorry, I just want everything to go as smoothly as possible.” He turns to you, that same lovesick glow in his eyes, “I think she’s the one, honey. I haven’t felt this way before.”

You force a smile, meeting Natasha’s eyes over his shoulder as he picks up your bags. While your dad leads you into the giant house, Natasha hooks your elbows together, offering you a few quiet words of understanding.

The interior of the house is a combination of white, black and neutral earth tones. Several doorways veer off into other directions as a grand staircase leads to the second floor, a sunroof allowing a downcast of sunshine. It’s a cozy industrial style with dark wood floors, subtle pipework and contrasting exposed brick walls.

In contrast to Chris’ previous estates, it’s raw—with the caged pendants and expertly repurposed furniture. Most noticeably, the dark round table centered with the beige rug, three fresh bouquets of roses, one of them already in a vase with water.

“Chris went on a run, he should be back soon and he bought these for the both of you.” Your father takes two bunches and hands them to you and Natasha, “He’s nothing if not charming, they’re real too. I’ll bring your bags to your room then find some more vases.”

While Natasha takes a short shower, you unpack your clothes and hang up your dresses. Your father popped back in to fix your bouquets and set them on the desk by the window.

The room was probably almost as big as your apartment. With two queen size beds on parallel walls, a walk-in closet and an ensuite. There was even a small seating room before you entered the rest of the room, fitted with couches, a television and an electric fireplace.

You change into a silk dress that ends at your calves and shrug on a cardigan before leaving the bedroom. As you walk down the hallway, you pass picture frame collages. Most are of Chris and his family around the world, Disneyland and in their other fancy mansions. Others are of Chris and his friends, including your father—one, in particular, is from when they reconnected after years.

Chris and your father were childhood best friends. Growing up in the same neighbourhood and attending school together, you remember your dad talking about the trouble they used to get into until Chris left to study abroad after high school.

They lost touch after that and your parents met, got married and had you. Years fly by, and Chris and your father loosely reconnect. You didn’t formally meet Chris until the summer after graduation.

You had gone with your dad to Chris’ house, one of them anyway—who knew how many properties that man had. First impressions were as good as they could be, Chris was kind, funny, a great host and handsome as hell. Surprisingly, that was when you met your dad’s secret-not-secret girlfriend at the time. Oddly enough she was Chris’ neighbour who met your dad when he was staying over for some old friend bonding. That relationship didn’t last long and neither did the next or the one after.

You wonder if Chris also was tired of your father’s record too, probably, since your father gives the same recycled “I’ve been waiting my whole life for this woman” speech.

Another woman to get to know only for her to disappear and for another one to take her place.

But Chris also cared for your dad, you knew from the friendly encouragement, compassion and concern. If you ever got the confidence to confront your dad, you’d ask Chris to help you.

“Back in high school, I was one of the quiet ones while Chris was practically everyone’s dream.” Your father laughs, hand entwined with the woman beside him, “He was doing it all, sports, student council, drama club.”

The older man laughs, “You make it sound like I was the guy when I was just a dude.”

You’re all seated around the table in Chris’ dining room. Remains of an early dinner spread on the table, courtesy of the personal chef who Chris hired for the day. He and your father planned the three days as a relaxing getaway, blabbering about the hot tub, heated pool and sauna by the home gym, “no need to ask permission—this is your house for your entire stay.”

Tomorrow is a girls trip while the men went on a hike in the neighbouring wilderness. Your father was adamant about you getting close with his new fiancée. A barbeque is planned for the second day, while everyone lounges beside the pool with drinks, soaking up the last bit of sun before fall comes in full force. The final day was free since your train ride is set for that evening and of course, your dad hinted at more quality with his fiancée, but Chris had spoken up too, “The girls might have course work, right? Any big projects coming up?” A clever way to stray the discussion.

Expectedly, he hasn’t said a word about the last trip, or even hinted at it. As if it didn’t even happen, you didn’t blame him. Although, you couldn’t help but admire his tight t-shirt, the material thin enough that you can see the tattoos on his skin, there are more than you remember. While you tried to sort your thoughts, Natasha was a natural conversationalist and got along with everyone, filling in those gaps of silence.

She’s glad to be the buffer after you found out your father’s new fiancee is only a few years older than you.

“I miss the days when we used to wait outside the supermarket, the ice cream truck would go by, it was a family business. Mr. and Mrs. Yan would always give us free cones…”

“Yeah, and you’d chase down every person who accidentally dropped change.” Chris points a finger at your father, “could’ve kept it and used it on the little kiddie rides.”

“That’s adorable.” Across the table, the young woman swoons, leaning her blond head on your father’s shoulder. “You’ve always been a sweet man, huh?”

“And tremendously frugal.” The blue-eyed man turns to you. At the head of the table, Chris sighs, “Your dad still refuses my money—just as he did when we were younger. Do you know I’ve caught him sneakily returning cash in my wallet? Like a little tooth fairy, except he was getting nothing.”

Everyone laughs, you and Natasha included. It’s lighthearted and casual, the plates are clear and the glasses almost empty as the sun begins to set, the rays peeking through the vast windows.

“I don’t want you to think I’m friends with you for your money!”

Chris rolls his eyes playfully, “I know that, you idiot—you’re lucky there are ladies present or I’d throw you into the pool.”

Admittedly, you’ve missed this. You’ve admired the friendship between your father and Chris, genuine and fun-loving, their years of experiences together were evident. Especially since Chris knows just how stingy your father could be. You’ve heard this same conversation a thousand times before, but Natasha hasn’t.

“What do you do?” The redhead asks, slowly sipping her drink. “This house is straight from Architectural Digest.”

“My grandparents own a hotel chain, worldwide and it’s up there with the Marriott and Hilton. I started working for them after college and now I travel around a lot for potential locations. Last week, I was in Miami—”

Your father interrupts, “—and he’s got quite the allowance—”

“—you know I hate that word, it makes me sound like a child.”

“—and his inheritance fuels the bachelor lifestyle. He’s like an older, but matured frat boy.”

Chris sighs, “Ah, frats, I wish I joined one instead of that private school shit—stuff, sorry, ladies.”

You can imagine him as a fratboy with a solo cup, an engaging yet cocky attitude, and being incredibly flirtatious. He already wears plaid, tight henleys, backwards caps, and that chain around his neck. If he shaved, he’d probably look ten years younger.

If you met fratboy Chris in college, you’d let him have you anytime and anywhere—you almost scoff to yourself—as if you wouldn’t let Chris as he is, older, distinguished and assertive, rail you into the next week.

As the memories come flooding back, you clench your thighs. While Natasha chats with your father and his fiancée, Chris catches your stare and licks his plump lips. His eyes trail down your low-cut dress, lingering on your breasts then returning to your face. He winks over his beer bottle.

And just like that, you’ve bitten the bait, and he’s reeling you in.

“How’s school for you both? Work?”

You clear your throat, stumbling over your answer. “We’re good… school is good.”

Natasha, bless her heart, swoops in. “It’s only the beginning of the semester, but I dread when exam season comes up. As for work,” She turns to you with a grin. Oh no, you know that look. “We work together actually.”

Your dad turns to you, his arm around his fiancée as if she would run away. Honestly, you almost want to tell her to run while she can. “You got a job? You didn’t tell me, hun.”

Your hand lands on Natasha’s thigh, squeezing as a silent form of look what you did. “Well, you finally took a vacation and met—her,” what was his fiancée's name? Carol? “I didn’t want to disturb you.”

The older man frowns, reaching over to take your free hand. His warm rough skin against yours as he hesitates, lowering his tone, “Is this about money? I said I’d always support you. Do you need—”

“No, no I just wanted,” You pause, trying to find the right words, “I wanted the responsibility—the work ethic. Skills that can help after I graduate.”

Beside you, Natasha hums in agreement. “She works so hard, to the point where she almost passes out right after a shift, but her customers love her, some even send her gifts.”

Oh god, you wonder if you should’ve just come alone.

Chris props his elbow on the table, blue eyes surveying your face, “Are you sure you’re okay? You know I’m here for you. With help, cash, advice—I’ve got a lot of experience under my belt,” He says slowly, “you know, budgeting and anything…”

You tear your fingers from your father's, taking a large gulp of water. “Yeah, I just wanted the, uh, discipline.”

Your father contemplates for a few moments then nods and launches into a story of his teens when he got his first job at a local retail store. You try to listen, even though you know it like the back of your hand, but you’re compelled to the man across from you. Chris’ dark gaze is set on you, almost pinning you in your chair. He takes a slow sip of his beer, a drop on his lips before he licks it away.

You feel something touch your ankle, trailing up your leg as his hand disappears beneath the table. Your father’s voice blends into background noise as Chris’ muscles flex under his shirt, his jaw clenched tight under his beard.

If someone could read minds, they’d be appalled by his thoughts.

On the walls of his mind are lewd fantasies. They’re all of you. Nude, a sheen of sweat coating your skin as he spits out commands, all of which you follow enthusiastically. Discipline, he knew you liked things a little rough from your shows. He’s witnessed you begging for guidance, and when you got it, you’d either follow them seamlessly or deliberately disobey.

A submissive angel who had a bratty side, with a love for being told what to do, and an even bigger desire to be punished.

His imagination is halted by your father's fiancée.

“My first job was at a juice bar, it was in the park of one of those high-class neighbourhoods. The ones with the fancy fountains and weekly celebrations. In the winter, we served hot chocolate and got off early—which was great because my boyfriend at the time had a job down the pier.” Carol turns to you, “Which was the best, everyone went to the pier, it was much less kept than where I worked. God, I loved the sunset there.”

Your dad smiles, “We always watch the sunset if we can.”

“I can only imagine what it looks like from here, with no big buildings to block the view.”

“Then, let’s head out to the backyard. We can watch the sunset on the deck—which I helped build over the summer.”

Chris kisses his teeth, “I said thank you a million times and tried to pay you—what else do you want, jerk?”

𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: good gosh, I can't wait to share the next part with all of you !! we get to see dbf!chris being filthy and meet a new character (a certain neighbour), jealousy drops by too !

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞! next part: Feb. 11 @ 6pm EST.

As always, I hope you all enjoyed this and I’d love to hear your thoughts/feedback !! <3

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[f4irycafe]

summary: you’re generally a very confident woman. but sometimes your insecurities manage to slip through the cracks of your resolve. after dating for a while, eren sees you breakdown for the first time.

request: n/a

pairing: eren x reader

word count: 1.2k

warnings: cursing? body checking, insecurity.

notes: this is for all of my readers who are like me :) i’m confident in myself & love myself about 90% of the time. but that 10% is a right pain in my fucking ass lemme tell you. i see a lot of fics here where the reader either completely hates themselves, or totally loves themselves. where is the duality, a girl can do it all LOL. requests are open

eren is smart, there's no denying that. he worked his way through the gifted program all throughout school, graduated top ten of his high school class, and got accepted into multiple ivys across the country. while he might exell in an academic setting, his emotional intelligence is severely lacking.

because of this, you really can't blame him for the fact that he doesn't see through your facade. granted, it is a very very good one, crafted over the entire course of your life. one of the reasons he fell in love with you was because of your confidence. he was so used to girls diminishing their personality to be what they thought he wanted, instead of just being themselves.

you commanded attention in every room you entered, and had a way of speaking that captivated everybody who interacted with you. you were just so ... you. so perfectly you that he would have never been able to guess that deep down you were struggling.

you had invited him over to your place to get ready for a pool party mikasa, annie, and sasha were throwing at their house. "a way to end the summer with a bang" as sasha liked to say. you had dragged eren to the mall earlier that week to buy a new swimsuit for the occasion. you had loved it when you tried it on in the store, the way it fit your body and accentuated all of your curves. but as you stood at home in front of your mirror you had propped against one of the walls in your room you just felt...off.

the material that you had previously fawned over was now too tight and dug into your skin in a way that made it pudge out of the small top. the rolls on your back seemed to sag even more than they usually did. you hated the way the bottoms made your stomach look and after trying to situate the thin strings higher on your hips numerous times, you realized there was no way to make them look quite right. and god, did your stretch marks look more noticeable than they usually did on your ass and breasts?

you were supposed to be leaving the house in five minutes, and eren had been bouncing off the walls all day in excitement. you could usually ignore your feelings whenever this happened. just say "fuck it" and pretend you loved your body anyways. but today was not one of those days. all you wanted to do was tear the bikini off, crawl into bed and cry.

"yo baby, do you remember where I put that big ass water gun i bought the other day, it isn't in the bag and - damnnnnnn. hehehe jeans gonna be so jealous." eren cut himself short when he saw you in the swim suit he had bought you. he put his phone down before rushing over to you, his hands immediately finding your hips as his eyes raked over your body.

"not right now hun," you muttered, pushing your hands off of him. if he didn't notice anything was wrong at first, he sure as hell did now. he pouted a bit, but moved away from you all the same.

"do you know where the water gun is though?" he asked again as he began to look around your room.

"no eren i don't know where the fucking water gun is." you regretted snapping at him the moment he whipped around to face you.

"first, don't curse at me. second, what's wrong?" he moved in front of you, holding your biceps between his hands. you couldn't look at him. instead choosing to keep your eyes firmly on the floor as he messaged your arms. you didn't want to break whatever perfect image of yourself he had in his head of you. you wanted to desperately to be the hot and beautiful girlfriend that he thought you were but, fuck.

"aye, baby, talk to me. what's going on with you, huh?" you thanked god for this mans patience as you stood there in silence for minutes.

"can you at least look at me?" he asked, tapping the underside of your chin with his pointer finger. he frowned when you finally did. your big eyes filled with tears that had already begun to fall onto your face, your lip quivering as you tried to hold in your sobs.

"oh my sweet girl," he cooed, bringing you fully into his arms.

"do you think i'm pretty?" you asked between sniffles.

"do i think you're - of course i think your pretty baby. i think you're gorgeous. the most beautiful woman i've ever seen." he was so confused. of course you were pretty, hell you told yourself you were hot everyday in the mirror as you sat and did your makeup. it was like a mantra.

you stepped away from him then, your hands frantically moving up and down your body.

"do you see the way this shit looks on me. its tight in all the wrong places, i look like - i look like i'm like six months pregnant or something, you can literally see the fat that's pooling over -"

"oh my god y/n i'm gonna have to stop you right there. hey, calm down okay. just breathe, it's okay." he rushed to you again, taking your hands in his as he started to rub circles over your knuckles.

"i don't know what's going on, or why you're saying this bullshit but you are so gorgeous."

"but i don't feel like it." you rubbed the snot slowly dribbling out of your nose with your arm, too distressed to care about how gross it was.

"i know i might seem really confident all the time, but sometimes pretending to love myself isn't enough. sure i like myself, but i don't love myself. not the way you seem to love me." eren could practically hear his heart breaking as you spoke.

"well then if you can't listen to yourself, listen to me. you, y/n, are honestly and truly the most beautiful woman i have ever know. inside and out. everytime i see you it feels like the first time i met you. i will never get over seeing your body, ever. we can be old, and saggy and look like fucking raisins, and i will love your body just as much as i do now. you have no idea how perfect you are."

your tears had stopped now, only the occasional sniffle coming from your nose as you looked at him.

"you don't have to believe me right now but, you're perfect to me." not knowing how else to convery his feelings he bent down and kissed you. he kissed you so perfectly that you began to forget what you had gotten so worked up about in the first place.

you were beautiful. you were strong. you were perfect.

"we can stay if you don't feel like going anymore. we can pirate the new spider-man movie and -"

"eren. we're going." you said, stopping his adorable nervous ramble. planting another few quick kisses on his lips you took another quick look at yourself in the mirror.

"thank you." you said with a small smile. he couldn't help but bend down to kiss you one last time.

"i love you baby."

"i love you too."

"okay so the watergun?"

elle’s rambles: this might have been a clusterfuck but oh well . i hope y’all enjoyed. requests for eren are open!

[thelvstresort]

Grave Info:

Gregory “Greg” Rockwell Graves was born May 6, 1965 in Ottawa, Illinois but if you asked him he’d say he was born in Chicago. His parents were weatherman Michael Graves and police investigator Madison Graves. Growing up, ‘Greg’ as he was called, was a skater and punk kid. He frequented local punk shows with his best friend Chris Mickvey. These two were inseparable. People thought they were together when they weren’t but would always joke ‘if they had to pick a guy’. Chris and Greg met at a local punk show when Chris accidentally punched Greg in the face. Growing up, music kept Greg occupied, whether learning Bass guitar and writing songs to singing along to the radio. He didn’t mind the Beatles nor Elvis but preferred the punk and rock songs that were slowly coming the rage.

He had a few girlfriends here and there but none that he felt were anything but just killing time. Girls he did like often grew bored of him when he wanted to go do crazy things like light fires and throw rocks things off bridges. Some girls even cheated on him and he didn’t even care, too caught up in having fun on his own to be hurt. Some did hurt him tho and he wished them the worst but he’d forget about it eventually.

When High School came around, Grave, now insisting he be called that, truly took a deep dive into music. He got a job at a local record store but was fired when he kept stealing records when the boss wasn’t looking. He started dating more but most girls didn’t like his friends (mostly the boys in the band), and would often complain that he spent too much time writing songs then hanging out with him. Little did they know he was writing songs for them. After that happened too many times, he took a break from dating. After graduating High school was decent grades, mostly C’s, the band decided to start touring.

As the bassist and singer for the small punk band, they would travel in a white van all cramped together. Chris was the lead guitarist and vocalist. One of Grave’s favorite memories is the night Chris performed in just bikini bottoms. It was often that the venues would get too packed and crowded that the cops would be called. They thought they were gonna be stars. The band split when their drummer and guitarist got into a very heated argument and fought shot other. One was rushed to the ER but would be announced dead on arrival and the other got prison time. Chris and Grave were the only ones that stayed friends. Not knowing what to do next, the two decided to join the army.

Chris would drop out to become a full time dad when his girlfriend got pregnant. Grace stayed and became a Private First Class. During this time, Grave would meet an old friend from high school, Eve Nang, she is from Myanmar. Her dad is a master chief petty officer of the US Navy. Eve was the popular girl in school and was Grave’s crush but also was bullied by her a lot. As the two are now older, they met at a bar and hit it off. She did not remember him (he went by Greg in high school). The two start to date. Grave then swaps over to Navy (on recommendation from Eve’s dad) and as time progresses, becomes a petty naval officer 2nd class. However at this time, Eve is pregnant. Wanting to be a great father, Grave works hard to rank up and be there for both of them. Chris is there cheering them on from the sidelines.

Saint Rockwell Graves was born on April 12. He is half Burmese and half Caucasian but resembles a mix of both his parents. A head full of black hair. It’s the happiest day in Grave’s life. As Saint, (Save), grows up, Eve starts to go back to her high school ways, aka cheating. Grave had no idea. He’d come home when allowed to and believed everything was fine. As long as Saint had a smile on his face and Eve kissed him, he was good. One day he came home on a surprise and found Eve in bed with another man, Saint was in the living room (3yrs old), playing with his toys. Grave flipped. Kicked the man out of the house and started having an argument with Eve and Eve was blaming him for being gone all the time and just saying it’s his fault (it’s not). She starts to lie and says she still loves him and that she’d never do it again. Grave believes her but he starts drinking.

People in the barracks start to notice and tell him he needs to stop cause it’s gonna affect his work but he ignores them. Chris even starts to worry. Grave asks Chris to keep an eye out on Eve, make sure she’s true to her word and sadly she isn’t but Chris doesn’t tell him that. Grave finds out, doesn’t blame Chris for not telling, but drinks really heavy one night and he misses a big important thing for the navy. Eve’s father comes into the barracks pissed and finds a hungover Grave and it makes the father even madder. Grave holds back tears as Eve’s dad rips into him telling him he’s a terrible father and that she deserves better than some miserable alcoholic. Grave doesn’t have the guts to tell him why he’s even drinking. From then on Grave starts missing his shifts and falls into a really bad depression.

He’s sent home one day and finds Eve yet again with another man. Grave, sober enough to drive for the moment, takes 5 year old Saint to ‘Uncle’ Chris’ house. Grave grabs his bike he’s been storing at Chris’ and goes for a ride, trying to clear his thoughts, but he’s too drunk and crashes. His helmet breaks near the ear and rips a bit of flesh off his ear and the gravel skins his face. His leather jacket, having been worn out, rips on the arms and it does little to protect him. His legs get ripped up too. A passing car sees the accident and calls an ambulance where Grave is taken to the hospital with a concussion and 3rd degree road rash. The doctors say he’s very lucky he didn’t break anything but the amount he was drinking probably saved his life.

Chris and Saint come to visit (never Eve), and seeing Saint cry and say he thought daddy was gonna die was enough for Grave to swear off drinking. From then on he decides to cut off drinking and be a good father and role model for Saint. During his hospital stay, Eve moves out and starts living with her boyfriend (cheating on him too) and gives up custody of Saint. Grave thinks it’s for the best. He wants to hate her but he hates himself more, just for almost being so stupid. Chris does all he can to help Grave get back on his feet. Grave starts teaching bass lessons and repairs at a local guitar center. As Grave gets older, he stops relying on Chris as much. Saint never asks about his mom, saying he knows it hurts Grave to talk about her but he knows Grave loves him twice as much. (Plus Uncle Chris loves him).

When Saint graduates elementary school, Grave cries. When it’s middle school, he cries. Prom. Cries. When Saint graduates high school and enlists in the marines, Grave cries. He’s so proud of his son.

My first oc based on Take This To Your Grave

[what-i-call-men]

Jiggle physics

Jeff Pfister x female!reader

Warnings: SMUT, dominant reader, sub Jeff, some degradation towards Jeff, a bit of voyeurism at the end (reader finds out mutt saw the whole thing)

Request: My fic thought for the night (up for grabs) but it’s Jeff pfister. Reader is a dancer/instructor and Jeff studies her for “jiggle physics”. Thought is definitely a smut

One again I am stealing a picture from @copy-of-a-cheeto because I love the icons they make. Thank you!!

Also thank you to @divineruler for proof reading

It was another day for you to begin with. You were working at a small gym in town after your other job hadn't really worked out. You were freshly graduated from college and needed somewhere to work while you looked for other opportunities, a gym was your best option. Now you weren't an avid gym person, but you did enjoy dancing so you ended up instructing a Zumba class. It was more of a hip hop class because your gym was right near a college town, and early 00s Spanish didn't reach college kids as much as hip hop and rap music.

This week you had specifically scheduled a dirty Thursday class, uncensored music and a lot of confidence boosting music. You were doing your last few songs, pushing everyone to their "sexy limits" as you put it. You had stripped off your tank top, now just in your sports bra and leggings. When you were stripping off your top, you had a few of your regulars whistle or cheer, some even joining you as they knew the choreography. You ended your last high energy song and started your cool downs, opting to leave the shirt off as you were definitely sweating right now.

The slow sounds of Just the two of Us by Grover Washington jr played through the speakers as you instructed your class to stretch out. As you faced them, you couldn't help but catch a glance of blonde hair from outside the glass doors to the room. It looked familiar but you couldn't put your finger on it as you continued your instruction. After you finished your cool down, you moved to gather your things as some of the students chatted with you. One of your best friends had walked out to run to the locker room and came back, running up to you and pinching your arm a bit. "You'll never guess who is outside looking for you." She whispered so others wouldn't hear.

Turning to her you rubbed the now pained part of your arm and raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Um I don't know, Ryan Reynolds ready to sweep me off my feet?" You asked and reached down to pick up your gym bag and tank top, choosing to toss it in the bag rather than putting it on. Your friend followed you out of the classroom with the rest of the remaining class. "No, it's fucking Jeff and Mutt from high school." She whispered and nodded to the front desk where they stood, talking to a receptionist. You looked at them for a second.

"And they have those same dumb haircuts from when they were 12." You choked back a quiet laugh as you approached the front desk. Mutt saw you first and then elbowed Jeff to look up at you. "Hey boys, long time no see." You said and walked up to the pair, holding out your membership card to the front desk people to clock you out. "What warrants such an abrupt visit from the resident horny weeb club." You said and led the boys out, your friend keeping a close distance behind the group.

"Hey y/n, can we talk to you alone? We have a job offer for you?" Mutt said and glanced at your friend. You stopped outside the gym and nodded to your friend to go to the car you shared. "What job could you two possibly have for me? Last I heard you guys were just trolling random people online and spam liking my Instagram pictures." You said and crossed your arms. You weren't really friends with the two in high school, but you did have a friendly teasing relationship with them, rather than really making fun of them like others did. You were really only nice because you never knew who'd end up going crazy, and you'd rather not be on someone's shit list.

"We recently ran into... a lot of money. And we wanted to hire you at our robotics company." Jeff said and gestured excitedly at you. He definitely was on something from the way he had a shake to his hands. "Uh... you two know I majored in archeology? I don't know the first thing past how to google." You said and looked mainly at Jeff. God if he didn't have that stupid haircut still, you'd be tempted to say he got hot. He's got a pretty good body and he looked pretty good in comparison to Mutt. It would help him a lot if he didn't still dress and look like he was 12.

"We're aware. It has nothing to do with your degree. Here, this is what you'd make if you come to work for us." Mutt grabbed a card from his pocket and a pen that hung from your bag pocket. When he handed you the paper you had to blink at the numbers for a second. "Annually?" "Weekly" Jeff corrected your question. You stared at the paper for a second. "How do I know you guys aren't just high or something? How'd you even find me?" You asked and Mutt and Jeff looked at each other before Jeff grabbed his keys from his pocket. He clicked the unlock button and a Rolls Royce beeped from where it was parked only a few spots away from where you stood. "If you're interested come pay us a visit." Mutt pointed at the business card he had handed you and the two walked to the car before you could say anything.

When you got home of course you researched the company name on the card. Kineros Robotics had made actual headlines and pictures of the men were on different sites about their sudden influx of money to their company from a generous anonymous donation. You glanced at the card and pursed your lips before pulling up Instagram, going to Jeff's page, glancing at the pictures he's posted and biting your lip. God you could really tell he was either still a virgin or very submissive in some sense. He wasn't like any of the gym bros that hit on you or messaged you. With a small surge of courage, you hit the 'message' button and typed out a quick text.

After messaging back and forth about the job opportunity for about two days, you found yourself standing outside the main entrance to the robotics lab. You walked down the hall to see glass doors and just a buzzer. You buzzed and were quickly let in. "You guys should get a receptionist or someth-" your words were cut off when you saw what was really in the room. There were humanoid robot figures and a lot of latex parts just laying around. A lot of these parts were tits or asses, all different shapes and sizes but there seemed to be something off with all of them.

"Hey I'm glad you made it. You can set yourself up in the room over there." Mutt said as he stared down at his computer. The room was all white, some windows around but pretty much all of them had shade covering them with little to no light peeking through. There was a pile of white powder sitting at each desk. Oh so they were coked out and making sex dolls. What the actual fuck did this have to do with you? "Set my stuff up...?" You asked softly and Jeff stood from his desk to lead you to the room.

"I didn't tell you what you were here for?" He asked as he opened the door to the next room. You shook your head and looked at the hardwood floor and speaker set up. "We need you to be a model. See... our last few latex prints came out... less than desirable- jiggle wise. Our math was way off and we need these to be as real as possible." Jeff said and walked to a small cabinet in the corner of the room. "I need you to put this on so we can monitor your motions to make our robots more realistic." He said and handed you what was barely any cloth. It looked like those dotted suits superheroes wore so their suits could be cgi but instead of a suit it was a bikini top and what is pretty much a skimpy pair of bottoms that were basically bathing suit bottoms with how little they covered.

"Jeff, you didn't mention this." You said and took the clothes slowly as he headed back out to the door. "Just put those on and I'll be back in a few." He said and glanced over your body again quickly before closing the door. You decided to send a quick text to your best friend- just a "here's what I'm doing in case I get murdered" text. After that you slipped the clothes on and stared at yourself in the mirror beside the little cabinet. You could tell this was a makeshift dance room. That was probably what they were looking for. Good thing jiggle physics was your thing in class.

Jeff came back a couple minutes later with a laptop in his hands. He stopped and gulped when he looked over your body in the skimpy outfit, quickly opting to sit on the ground as he monitored the points on the laptop. "Go ahead." He said and positioned the laptop on his lap, having to adjust himself a bit a couple of times. "Jeff... I need music." You said and moved to grab your phone, nodding to the speaker system, him shrugging and letting you do so. As you leaned over the speaker you glanced in the mirror beside you and he was very much staring right at your ass. God if he wasn't such a virgin you'd probably be disgusted. That was probably why they didn't know the right jiggle physics for a woman's body.

You started playing some of your best twerk music, trying to shake off how weird it was to have just Jeff staring at his computer then back to you as you danced. You tried to just close your eyes and get into the choreography as you ignored the awkwardness of Jeff obviously having a boner and you just twerking for him to collect data. You did a few hip swirls and then some quick shakes, glancing at yourself in the mirror. Honestly as you looked you didn't realize you had given Jeff a perfect look of your ass. He ran a hand through his hair as the song began to wrap up. You went to your phone to change the song and decided to strike up a small conversation.

"So… are you getting good data?" You asked and just got a simple nod from Jeff, his stupidly cute bowl cut bobbing back and forth as he nodded. "So you're making sex robots huh?" You asked as you looked through your playlist nonchalantly bending over a bit to give Jeff a good view of your chest. He once again responded with a nod as you started the next song. It was a bit more sexy than the last one. "Why don't you monitor the jiggle physics of sex then?" You asked as you lowered the volume of the song, starting your choreography, which included some moves where you're on the ground, shaking and bouncing as if you were riding someone. "I'm sure they are more accurate than me dancing." You said as you pushed yourself down to the ground chest first with your ass up and facing Jeff.

He adjusted a bit and you moved yourself a bit closer to where he was seated as he chose not to answer you. "If you want more accurate results Jeff, you need the jiggle physics of sex." You stated and gently moved the computer off his lap, placing it on the ground as you gently moved to straddle his legs. "The reason you and Mutt can't get the math right is because you need to really experience a woman's body during sex and neither of you could rope in a girl to fuck you for science. Am I right?" You asked Jeff as you leaned into him, settling yourself on his lap. His face was so red as his eyes kept flicking from your chest to your face. He just nodded silently to your question.

"Jeff, I'm gonna need you to verbally respond to me. I want to hear you say it." You said and ran your hands from his shoulders and down his chest. He took a deep shaky breath. "Fu- I need you to fuck me for science." He said softly and looked up to you as you tutted at him.

"No honey, the other thing." You said and pushed your fingers under the hem of his shirt. He gulped and took in another breath. "I can't get anyone to fuck me. Please y/n I need you." He pretty much whimpered under you as you pushed up to the balls of your feet, leaning forward and beginning to shake your ass a bit from where you sat on his lap. You rolled your hips slowly forwards and pushed your chest against his, leaning up next to his ear. "That's better." You whispered and then left a small wet kiss under his ear. Slowly working down his neck in small wet kisses and sucks.

You could feel his body tense as you reached down between you and gently palmed at him. God you could tell how hard he was without looking. You smirked a bit and continued to suck small hickies on his neck and under his ear as you quickly undid his button and fly, grabbing his dick from his boxers. Wow if you would've known he was packing you probably would've slept with him in high school, but everyone just assumed he wasn't and that was why he didn't get girls. You pumped him slowly and you could hear him let out small moans and whimpers, wanting to stay quiet on the off chance Mutt heard over the music.

As you pumped him you gently bit his earlobe to get his attention. "If you wanna get inside me baby, you gotta help me out." You said quietly and he nodded and willingly let you take his hands and place them on your ass. He gave a small gentle squeeze and you smirked as you felt him twitch in your hand. "God... fuck... holy shit..." he muttered as you rolled your hips against his thighs, wanting to at least stimulate yourself a little bit.

"You wanna make sure my monitoring is ok baby?" You whispered and he glanced over at the laptop, still reading the outfit you wore. You grabbed his cock again, now moving yourself to push your bottoms to the side. Slowly sinking down on to him, you could've sworn Jeff came right then. And he did. But that wasn't going to stop you from helping him out for the 'sake of science'. You grabbed his hands and placed them on your waist so as to not interfere with his readings. Slowly you began to bounce on him, feeling all parts of your body begin to bounce. Jeff was letting out the most sinful noises. Honestly it sounded like he only knew what moaning was from women in porn, but you didn't mind- honestly it was hot to have him be so responsive.

"Oh baby you're gonna be too loud, Mutt might interrupt us and you wouldn't want that would you? Don't want him to find you moaning like a whore for me." You said lowly as you reached up to gently squeeze his throat. He closed his mouth and nodded at you as you continued to bounce on him. God you could tell how close he was to coming again, but lord knows you weren't done with him. His moans got quieter but he still let out small whines from below you. You reached down to rub your own clit as you bounced on top of him. "Fuck baby, you wanna fuck me so bad? How about you get that data you need by pounding me from behind?" You muttered and climbed off of him.

He barely questioned you when you did so, only whining a little at the loss of contact. As you turned around and got on your knees, pushing your ass up in the air, he quickly moved to his own knees, pushing into you and beginning to thrust at a rapid pace. You could definitely tell his knowledge of sex is from video games and porn because he kinda went wild. He pounded hard and you couldn't help but moan out as he grabbed your waist with a tight grip. After he got a hang on his speed, he reached forwards and pulled you up, pushing you against the mirrored wall he had been leaning against, he paused momentarily to undo the bikini top, and as soon as it dropped to the ground he was grabbing your tits from behind.

You pushed back against him, your face now pushed against the foggy mirror as he thrusted into you hard. "Fuck.... fuck y/n." He grunted out quietly as his thrust became more sporadic and sloppy. You could tell he was gonna come again, so you reached behind your head and grabbed his hair firmly. "You're not coming again until I cum. You fucking hear me?" You groaned as he continued to thrust into you. He nodded and reached around in front of you, fumbling for your clit for a moment before you corrected his hand placement and showed him the correct movement. He rubbed quickly and in pace with his thrusts, you could tell from his look in the mirror that he was trying so hard not to cum.

As soon as you finally reached the edge, you let out a loud and pretty pornographic moan of his name mixed with some swearing and praises. "God... fuck Jeff you feel so good in me. I want you to cum baby. I want you to cum in me baby." You thrusted back on him and kept your hand firmly tugging at his hair. It was only seconds before he was coming in you, his own face twisted in pleasure as you looked at him through the mirror. He slowed to a stop and slowly removed himself from you. You only caught your breath for a couple moments before there was a knock on the door.

"Hey those were good readings, we're gonna need you here again tomorrow so we can get some other position readings." Mutt called through the door. You looked at Jeff. "Could he see the reading the whole time?" You asked Jeff quietly. He bit his lips and nodded. "I assumed you knew because you saw this room through the glass when you walked in." Jeff said and pointed to the mirror which was in fact a one way mirror you had seen walking in from the lab, which you falsely assumed was a window because of the shade. "So mutt saw the whole thing?" You asked softly, slowly piecing everything together. Jeff nodded, scared you were gonna be upset. You only shrugged and reached over to gently grab his throat again. "Guess now he knows how good of a whore you are for me then." And god if he hadn't just come, Jeff probably would've come again from that action alone. Damn you were gonna have fun working here.