#BABE YOU ARE KILLIN IT TONIGHT
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heyy babe! just had a thought abt marc and reader being in the same friend group and they have a friends with benefits thing going and at a party some guy is flirting with her and he gets jealous and there’s an angsty confession🫣
Marc Guiu : killin’ me good
pairing: marc guiu x reader
warnings: none(?) apart from my terrible writing
❝I think of you more than I should, I die when you give me that look. You’re killin’ me, killin’ me good.❞
Recently my .. friend I guess? Well, Marc has been gaining quite a lot of attention from the media. What nobody knows though, is that me and him kind of have a thing going on. I mean we’re definitely not official, it’s more a friends with benefits kind of thing.
It started with one kiss, and then one more came and more and more and we kind of started acting like a couple when no one’s around but then again also not?? Really confusing, I know.
One big thing about being friends with benefits is obviously to not catch feelings. Failed. Can you blame me though? He’s fine, tall, sweet and I can go on for an hour. I don’t think he likes me like that though, im not really a special girl or anything to be honest.
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GROUPCHAT: la masia 💙❤️ + y/n & liz😒
lamain hoe:
are we still all going to mateo’s party tonight ??
pau cubarsi:
depends if youre all going
liz gf mwah 💋:
im going if y/n’s going 🤷♀️
hector 👎:
same thing for marc
y/n:
im coming for liz ❤️❤️
liz gf mwah 💋:
love you bae
marc 🫶:
hi
hector next time i see you i’ll hit you and drag you to the ground
but yes im coming too
lamain hoe:
didnt need to know all that but okay! i’ll see all of you then ig ??
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PRIVATE CHAT: liz gf mwah 💋 & y/n bae 🎀
y/n bae 🎀:
kill me 🙏🙏🙏🙏
liz gf mwah 💋:
oh
no hi
no good evening
but alright!
want me to get you a therapist?
y/n bae 🎀:
my life is too complicated for a therapist to handle
friends with benefits is the dumbest thing i’ve ever done oh my god how did i fall for him
liz gf mwah 💋:
OOOOOOOOOH
YOU LIKE MARC?!??!?,?
y/n bae 🎀
STOP.
i dont know what to do ☹️
and that party tonight ????should i talk to other guys??? or is that weird???? and would he want to talk to other girls????
i guess theres only one solution: moving to a another country 🎀💌🩷🦢
liz gf mwah 💋:
i mean if you want to talk to other guys you should do it, you could try to get over him if thats what you want
and if you move to another country pls take me with you 🙏
y/n bae 🎀:
thank you queen you’re so wise
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I’m getting ready for tonight while listening to some music. I can’t stop thinking about marc though.. but I guess that’s a problem for in an hour.
Okay i’m finally ready and hear the bell ring, I look out of my window and see Liz. I run downstairs and open the door. ‘Hi future mrs Guiu!’ she says teasingly, ‘Liz oh my god shut up.’ I reply. I mean not that I wouldn’t like it.. but still.
‘Are you ready to go y/n?’ ‘Yes Liz’ I say and we start walking to the party. Luckily Mateo only lives like 7 minutes away from us. As we enter his house we see Lamine and Hector and greet them. We talk for a bit but then I really needed to go to the bathroom. ‘I’ll be back in a few minutes, bye!’ I say.
I’ve been at Mateo’s house a few time so luckily I know where the bathroom is.
After i’m done I wanted to walk back to where my friends were but then a guy walked up to me. He’s quite tall and attractive.. but nothing next to Marc though.
‘Hey pretty girl.’ he says.. oh my god what do I say!?!?? ‘Hey, i’ve never seen you before’ I reply. I suck at talking to guys oh my god. ‘I’ve never seen such pretty girls in Barcelona either’ ‘Oh really? There are a lot.’ I say, my god y/n am I trying to introduce him to other girls or something?? ‘Hmm I highly doubt it.’ he says and I notice he’s standing closer to me now.
I smile as we hold eye contact but then I look to my left.. from all the people I could see right now I see Marc. Marc Guiu. This world is plotting against me.
I see him looking kind of annoyed? But at the same time upset and mad. What do I do? Do I go after a guy that’s technically just a friend or do I stay here talking to a guy thats actually interested in me? The first option.
‘Sorry.. i’ll be back!’ I say to the guy who’s name I didn’t even get. I walk towards where Marc was walking and see he’s with our friend group.
‘Hi..’ I say. ‘You took long, thought you were making out with someone for a minute’ Liz says and I can see Marc getting more annoyed.. ‘Wouldn’t be surprised at this point.’ Lamine says jokingly and I reply ‘Don’t be mad at me because you cant pull Lamine.’
‘I’m going home, you coming with me Hector?’ Marc says all of a sudden. ‘Oh yeah sure.’ Hector replies. ‘Oh.. ehm, bye Marc.’ I say but he ignores me, maybe he just didn’t hear me.. but then again when the rest of the group says bye he does say something, odd.
A few hours later the party is done and me and Liz walk home. ‘Liz? After I went to the bathroom a guy walked up to me.. we started talking and he seemed interested.’ I say. ‘Oh my god really? Im so happy for you!’ ‘Thank you, don’t think Marc is happy for me though. He saw us and didn’t look too excited for me.. and when we both were back to our friendgroup he also looked annoyed and ignored me.’ I say. ‘You know what that means right y/n?? He likes you.’ You see, I really love Liz.. but sometimes she IS delusional because there’s no way.
The next day I wake up and luckily it’s still weekend. I open my phone and decide to text Marc since we were supposed to hang out today.
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PRIVATE CHAT: marc 🫶 & y/n 😺
y/n 😺:
hi marc
are we still hanging out today ?
marc 🫶:
dont know
wouldnt u prefer to hang out with that ugly, shrek looking guy?
y/n 😺:
wdym?
is that why you didnt talk to me at all yesterday?
please reply ☹️
~
Fuck. He’s leaving me on opened. Now a smart woman would take this as a sign to leave him alone and move on. Yet I am not that intelligent so I decide to text Hector.
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PRIVATE CHAT: hector 👎 & y/n 🦭
y/n 🦭:
hiiiii bff!
hector 👎:
since when
y/n 🦭:
since now.
look you and marc are besties right
and you love me right😁
hector 👎:
no
y/n 🦭:
oh
well ..
would you be so kind to tell me why marc is so upset with me all of a sudden
hector 👎:
not saying marc said anything to me, but imagine if a guy you really liked started flirting with other girls all of a sudden 🤷♀️
y/n 🦭:
OH
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What do you mean Marc likes me? What the fuck should I do now??? Okay you know, fuck it i guess i’ll just go to his house.
Ten minutes later i’m walking to his house and think about what I should say to him. Before I know it i’m there and knock on the door. ‘Okay girl, you got this.’ I say to myself.
His mom opens the door, okay atleast it’s not Marc. ‘Hi y/n! Marc is in his room.’ she says, ‘Hi, thank you’ I say as I walk in. ‘He seems a bit upset.. maybe you can cheer him up?’ his mom says. ‘Yeah I noticed, i’ll try.’ I say and I walk to his bedroom. Okay girl you got this just knock on his door and tell him how you feel.
I knock on his door and walk in ‘H- Hi Marc..’ I say, god why do I do these things to myself. ‘Hm? What do you want?’ he says. ‘Uhm.. I..’ I say, I can’t find the words to tell him how I feel. ‘Continue.’ he says. Okay this is my chance, don’t fuck up. ‘Look, long story short.. I do not want to be friends with benefits, as a matter of fact I.. I do not want to be friends at all. I like you. As in more than a friend and more than a friend with benefits way.’ I say and only now I realize what I just said. I hope he really does feel the same.
Marc is silent for a minute and right when i’m about to freak out he says ‘I like you too. I don’t want to be friends with benefits anymore either.’
‘Then.. lets not be.’ I say. ‘Y/n, will you let me be your boyfriend?’ He asks and that question sounds unreal to me. I never really expected Marc to ask me that. I reply ‘Yes, i’d love that Marc.’
I smile at him and hug him, he grabs my waist. ‘Were you jealous? back at that party?’ I ask him, ‘How could you tell?’ he says while laughing like it wasn’t obvious. ‘You’re not the best at hiding your emotions.’ I say. ‘Can’t help it when someone flirts with you, don’t like it when you give other guys attention.’ he says. I laugh and say ‘I won’t from now on.’
His mother walks towards the stairs and shouts ‘Y/n? Are you staying for dinner tonight?’ I smile, look at Marc and say ‘Yes i’d love to!’
A/n: Hellaurrrr pookies,, im a bit slow I apologize but im trying my best to work on all requests!! Hope you like it 😜🫶
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21
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Where He Belongs (Manny x wife!ofc)
Manny is about the only reason I'm still watching Mayans right not ngl, Been working on this one since Episode 2 and I think it's finally ready! Manny is missing his girl (wife w/ no name - can be read as reader) and then he finally gets to go home.
Warnings - PWP, 18+ only content, smut, phone sex, sexting, dirty talk, happily married Manny, dirty talk, long distance relationship, mention and discussion of past & future pregnancy, glimpse of Dad!Manny, happy family
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If he was honest, Manny was already sick of this place, sick of this bullshit, and most of all sick of this fucking hotel. Tonight he could not bring himself to go inside right away. While his brothers filtered off to their rooms Manny sat, still straddling his bike. He watched them all disappear behind their respective doors and took a moment to sit in silence.
Instead of going inside himself Manny stood up and stretched, pulling his phone from the front pocket of his jeans before settling back on the bike. This time facing backwards, laying back over the gas tank as he pullsed up a number and hit dial. The FaceTime dial tone reverberated through the deserted parking lot while he pateintly waited.
Finally she picked up, the screen mostly dark and he can see her eyes are shut tight against the glare of the backlight, "Emanuel? Todo bien?"
Just seeing her face made him smile, "Yeah mama, estoy bien. Just missin' my girls. Sorry I woke you up."
"S'okay. How are things there?" She kept her eyes shut and shuffled around in the blankets a bit.
"A god damned clusterfuck." Manny scrubbed a hand over his face, not wanting to think about it. "C'mon mama quit squintin', wanna see those beautiful eyes."
She cracked one eye open, "Nuh uh, too bright." and clamped them shut again.
Manny chuckles, "Want me to let you go back to sleep?" He wasn't ready to let her go yet.
"No, not yet." She smiled sheepishly, half her face burrowed in the pilow.
With a smile and a nod Manny gets comfortable, holding the phone above him as he slouched further back over the bike. "How's mi Bella?"
"Good. Misses her papa. She found some of your old soccer stuff while we were cleaning out the spare room."
"Babe…I told you I'd handle that when I get back…"
"Si… pero cuando? Hmm?" She cracked her eyes open just enough to glare at him, only just teasing.
He sucked his teeth and clutched his free hand to his chest, "Ugh, mi corazon, you're killin' me."
His wife smiled, "She wants to join the youth league this year."
"FInally!" Manny couldn't stop smiling, he'd waited for years for his little girl to show some interest. "You got enough cash for the fees? Or you need me to have one of the boys set you up till I get home?"
"Oh no need. She spent all day yesterday watching game clips on Youtube with Abuelo. He insisted. Setting her up with gear and everything."
"My lil hustler."
"Mhmm, you shoud be proud."
"Always am." His smile softened a little, "How 'bout you mama? How are you?"
"I'm good, tired, work's been crazy and we've all been taking turns helping Marie out. Between the doctors visits and everything… it's been a lot. I took her to get groceries today… with Canche being in and out dealing with Santo Padre…I hate seeing her like this y'know." She was awake enough now to open her eyes some.
Manny could see how tired and emotional she was. "Baby…I'm sorry. I know this shit is fucked up but, I'm proud of you for holding things down and looking out for Marie. Don't know what I'd do without you."
She let her eyes close again. "Try not to think about it." With a smile she added, "Just promise you're bustin' your ass to get home."
He licked his lips and chuckled, "Believe that. Whatever it takes."
There was a long pause in the conversation then where she laid with her eyes closed and Manny just looked at her.
Eventually she smiled and hid her face in the pillow, without opening her eyes she said, "Quit starin'."
He smiled too, "Never." He moved, trying to get comfortable where he laid across his bike, "Killin' me knowin you're there at home in that big, empty bed without me and I'm 'bout to have to go share that room with Gordo's nasty fuckin' ass."
With one eye cracked open and a mischevious grin she asked, "So which one of you is the big spoon and which is the little spoon?"
"Ohhh, so mama thinks she's got jokes now huh?" Manny sat upright, one foot on the ground and the other crossed over the back fender, "Better be careful or I'll come back there and sort that attitude out for you real quick."
"God, that sounds so good right now." His wife smiled, eyes closed, and even in the bad light of the cell phone the little bit of a blush was obvious.
Manny bit his bottom lip and hummed, "Don't tease me baby…"
"You started it." She smiled wider, even giggled a little.
"Mhmm." He nodded, licking his lip, "Wish I was there so I could finish it too." They fell into a comfortable silence for awhile, both smiling, until finally Manny saw her eyes getting heavy again and he started to feel guilty. "I could sit out here and stare at you all night…" Her eyes cracked open again for a split second and he continued, "But I better let you go back to sleep."
She made a sound that was meant to be disagreement, but her eyes barely cracked open.
"Ima let you go back to sleep mama. Besa mi Bella por me, yeah?"
Eyes fighting to stay open she nodded, "Por supuesto."
"Buenas noches mi amor, te quiero mucho."
"Yo tambien papi, te quiero."
Her smile was soft and sweet and he did his best to memorize it before ending the call.
Manny loved his club, and he really did believe in the healing and the future of it… but at night, when the club shit was done, all he wanted was to be home with his girls.
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Gordo's lazy ass was still snoring in the other bed when Manny got up to take a shower the next morning.
He was just about to turn the shower on when he heard his phone ding out by his bed. Scrubbing sleep from his eyes he shuffled back out to grab it, smiling when he saw the message notification from 'Mama'.
He swiped it open and actually felt all the blood rush from his head to his cock.
Quickly he glanced over his shoulder to make sure his roommate was still asleep then took his phone to the bathroom with him.
He shut and locked the door as quiet as he could and turned the hot water on only to lean against the counter and readjust himself through his shorts. "What you doin' to me ma..." He whispered to himself as he opened the video and groaned.
The text said, 'Woke up horny, is it okay if I play with myself papi?' She was only asking to fuck with his head, obviously, because the video attached very clearly showed her naked in their bed, blankets pushed down to her thighs and her hand moving between her legs.
Manny almost called her, but took her lead instead and replied, 'only if you're thinkin bout me while you do' He watched the text swtich from delivered to read and then the three little dots pop up.
'show me somethin' to think about...'
He groaned again and shook his head, laughing a little at himself as he opened the camera on his phone and posed in the mirror. Lip between his teeth, eyes half closed, muscles flexed, one hand gripping his cock through his shorts.
He palmed himself idly as he sent the picture and waited.
'Sexy as always. But i sent you a video...'
Manny rolled his eyes even as his grip on his cock tightened. He texted back, 'anything you want mama' and then trying not to feel silly opened the camera again.
This time he pushed his shorts down low on his hips and pulled his cock free. Turning to the side he began to stroke himself. Slow at first, long steady teasing strokes base to tip, then he sped up keeping a steady rhythm before truly jerking himself hard and fast. After a minute he stopped, chest heaving slightly and his eyes dark, and stretched his fingers to gather his balls and squeeze them in the same hand as he squeezed the base of his cock. The length of it sticking straight out. He gave it a couple shakes this way, his cock bobbing up and down and his balls rolling slightly in his grip.
He sent the video without watching it and waited, continuing to stroke himself.
A minute later she texted back, 'God I miss your cock papi, tell me where you wanna put it."
Manny felt a bolt of electricity roll down his spine to the base of his cock and he squeezed himself tighter, stroking a littler harder. 'Your pussy where it belongs! or your hand, your mouth, your tight little ass' He hit send but immediately started typing again, 'i'm gonna get in the shower and think about you on your knees though, think about tapping the end of this dick against your tongue, about your hand playing with me while you lick and suck on my balls. I'm gonna think about how good it feels when you gag on it, get it nice and sloppy' he hit send again taking a deep breath and stilling his right hand.
He could see the three little dots pop up but he hurried and typed one more message, fighting the urge to stroke himself. 'Then when I'm about to come I'm gonna imagine you bent over under the shower while i fuck you as hard as i can until we both cum'
Her three dots disappeared, reappeared and then disappeared again.
Finally a message came through, 'feel much better now, thank you! Love you, miss you, can't wait to have you and that dick home where you belong' with a winky face and a kissy face. He was almost annoyed until another text came through, this one a video, and he smiled.
He dropped his shorts to the floor, made sure the door was locked and took his phone into the shower with him.
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She had just finished putting away the groceries when the sound of a motorcycle stopped her in her tracks.
Once upon a time the sound would have only been welcome, but now their world had changed. She listened closely as the bike pulled into the driveway and shut off. She was two steps down the hallway towards the gunbox in the bedroom when the front door opened.
"Hey mama."
She turned around slowly, her brain taking a moment to register who was standing in the doorway. As soon as she saw, was certain her mind wasn't playing tricks on her, she ran across the living room and jumped into Manny's arms.
"Manny! What are you doing here?" She all but squealed as she wrapped heself around him.
He took her easily, hoisting her up by her thighs and smiling as her legs wrapped around his waist. Her arms circled his neck and they were kissing before he even had a chance to answer. They were still standing by the front door and they couldn't pull apart for longer than a breath or two.
"I can't believe you're here." She whispered against his lips.
"Might have got in a little trouble," He brushed his lips over hers, "Canche told me time to come home." He kissed her again. "Didn't stick around to argue." Manny held her closer and kissed her again.
She sighed loudly as his grip tightend, "What kind of trouble exactly?"
Manny took a deep breath and pressed a kiss to the side of her neck, "Me and a couple of the Santo Padre boys, supposed to be takin' a guy across, put him down instead."
"Man-ny," She groaned disapprovingly.
"I know baby, I know." He dropped quick kiss on her lips and started walking further into the house, "But listen," He sucked at the hollow of her throat, "I'm home now yeah?" He nipped at her collar bone.
"Mhmm…" She scratched her nails over the back of his neck.
He carried her across the living room and into the hallway, "Tell me how bad you missed me mami." He nudged open the door to their room and carried her inside.
With a smile she tapped his shoulder twice and he obediently set her down. She grabbed hold of his kutte and pulled him down to her, "Missed you so much." She kissed him again, long and slow. "How bad did you miss me?"
Manny kissed her with a smile and stepped them both closer to the bed. "Get on the bed and I'll show you how bad I missed you."
Her fingers were on the buttons of his shirt in no time and Manny shrugged out of his kutte, dropping it on the floor. His hands immediately settled on her waist to guide her backwards. Dragging them up her sides he took her shirt up with him and his heart raced as she eagerly raised her arms to help. With one hand he tossed her shirt aside and with the other he slid up her back, splayed wide, to undo the clasp of her bra. Manny again took her waist and lifted her back onto the bed, laying her sideways across it.
He stared openly and was thrilled to see the flush creep over her skin. Manny bit his lip and leaned with one knee on the bed as he popped the button on her jeans and slowly lowered the zipper. He leaned over her and kissed her softly, teasing, his hands moving to turn her over onto her stomach as he leaned back.
For a moment his full attention shifted to focus only on pulling her jeans down, slow but deliberate. Savoring every inch as it was exposed. The tight denim revealing her perfect ass as he pulled them down, moaning at the way it moved and jiggled, and off of her long beautiful legs.
Once she was completely naked Manny stepped back and admired his wife. She rolled over slightly, one hand toying with the necklace at her throat and one leg bent just enough to cover her womanhood.
"You are so fucking gorgeous baby… " Manny's eyes were heavy and dark and he slowly swept his tongue over his top lip.
She smiled, giggled silently, as she reached out with her foot and poked him in the stomach, "I wanna see."
Manny still stood by their bed mostly dressed, only the top four or five buttons of his shirt had been undone. With a predatory smirk he carefully grabbed the foot and picked it up high, rubbing his thumb over the sole of her foot as he placed soft, teasing kisses against her ankle. "What you wanna see?" He lowered her foot back to the bed, fingers brushing up and down the side of her calf.
"Take your shirt off." If her smile before had been cute this one was sultry.
His fingers went to work first undoing the cuffs of each sleeve before moving to the remaining buttons down the front. Manny held her gaze the entire time and neither of them looked away. He knew she liked what she saw, her teeth were sunk into her bottom lip, as he shrugged the shirt off and dropped it to the floor behind him.
She crawled up on to her knees and kissed him, almsot the same height as she knelt on the raised bed. "These too." She mumbled against his lips as she tugged at the waistband of his jeans.
Manny kissed across her cheekbone, up her neck and sucked her earlobe between his lips before he spoke against her ear, "Go ahead." He immediately groaned as he felt her nails drag down his chest, over his stomach, and start on the buckle of his belt. His hands settled softly on her hips as he looked down and watched her hands undo his belt and the fly of his jeans, then hook in the waistband of his boxers to tug them down. Only far enough for her to reach in and pull him out.
He was rock hard and twitching in her hand as she stroked his cock from base to tip. Manny let out a shuddered breath, the sight and feel of her hand on him finally instead of his own set his nerves on fire.
Her grip tightened, "Does that feel good?" She scratched the nails of her other hand over his abs and he shuddered again.
"So fucking good." He tipped her face up to his again and kissed her like he had at the door. "Lay back." He gave her a careful push and immediately kicked out of his boots and shoved his jeans the rest the way off. His eyes locked on her as she plopped back on the bed again.
He climbed on the bed and kissed his way up her thigh.
She groaned, her hand digging into his shoulder, "Later papi"
Manny shook his head, "nuh uh." and licked a long, deep swipe the length of her pussy and over her clit.
When she arched up off the bed and moaned he nearly growled, clamping his hands on her hips and devouring her.
It felt like no time at all when she began to tremble, but it had been long enough that his neck hurt and his jaw was sore.
"Fuck, Manny, Manny…"She moaned again, "Shit! I'm gonna…"
"I know mamI," he slid two long fingers inside her and he dropped his lips over her clit. "Cum for me." He mumbled against her before flicking his tongue over her clit until she let out a high pitched strangled moan and clamped her legs tight against his head. Manny continued to stroke her through it until her grip loosened. He kissed the inside of her thigh, the tattoo on her hip, the space between her breasts before finally reaching her lips.
She was still panting and her eyes were still closed but her hands settled on his back. "God I missed that."
"Yeah?" Manny kissed the side of her neck. "How about these hands? You miss them too?" He slid the hand not holding his weight up her leg, over her ass, pulling back to give it a swat before moving up her ribs and groping her breast.
"Mhmm." She writhed under him, trying to get closer.
Ego running rampant Manny nudged the tip of his cock against her clit, "How about this dick? " He rocked against her again, just barely grazing her swollen clit, "You miss it as much as I missed this pussy?" With that he tilted his hips and slid as deep as he could with the first stroke.
Both of them groaned and moaned, hands grabbing at each other, as he pulled back and slid deeper and worked her open. When she was finally able to take all of him he rocked into her until he bottomed out and stayed there. She whined and canted her hips trying to get even more.
"You feel so fucking good mama." He began moving again, slow, steady, powerful thrusts that had them both gasping and moaning. Soon enough he was slamming into her over and over, "I missed you so much." His voice was strained with effort. He sped up even more, the bed shaking, slamming into the wall.
Suddenly her face changed and she began to push back, "Manny wait." She was quiet and breathless, "Wait, not yet."
Manny groaned but stopped, "What? What, why you stoppin' me?" His brow was furrowed and his muscles tense.
"Not yet," She took a ragged breath, "don't want it to be over yet."
After a heartbeat Manny laughed, "Don't scare me like that baby." He took a deep breath, "Shit." Slowly he began moving again. Slower, gentler thrusts, his pelvic bone grinding against her clit with each stroke. "It's okay." He kissed her cheek, "It's been a long four months, but I ain't gonna blow it yet." He kissed her other cheek, smiling when she sighed and relaxed beneath him. "Just want to make you feel good." He snapped his hips once. "Wanna see that beautiful face you make when you cum," Another harder thrust. "Hear the way you moan, and whine all breathless and shit." He began to speed up again, fucking her roughly again, "Wanna feel that pussy choke the life out this dick."
His wife moaned again, her nails clawing at his back as she began to meet his thrusts eagerly.
"Is that okay mami?" He kissed her.
It was rough and clumsy but she loved it, "Mhmm."
Manny smiled and grabbed her ass tilting her hips just right, "You know I'm going to give you more than one anyway right mami?"
With a high pitched whine she nodded, and cried out as he ducked his head to suck on her nipple, fucking her just as hard and fast as befoe. This time, not stopping until her back arched off the bed and her inner muscles clamped down on him as she came.
"That's my good girl." He murmured over and over into her ear as she came down from her second orgasm. Manny kissed her slowly and held her close to him until he felt her sigh deeply and relax back into the bed. "Fucking perfect." He stroked his hand over her thigh and waist, up her arm to take her hand. Interlacing his fingers with hers before stretching her arm up above her head. "I've been imagining this for months…" He rocked his hips again, slow and shallow, "How good it was gonna be to fuck you after so long."
Beneath him she was smiling but her eyes were still closed, her hand squeezed his before she raised her other arm above her head in a languid stretch. Her smile changed as she hooked one leg over his back, letting him thrust into her casually, "You're very talkative today aren't you?"
Manny scoffed and snapped his hips into her once, rocking her back into the pillows and taking her breath away for a second. "You love this dirty ass mouth of mine mama, don't play." He sped up his thrusts slightly, aiming to hit her in just the right spot. With his lips brushing against hers, still with a naughty smile, he whispered, "We both know that's what's been gettin' you off for the last four months."
"Well…" She bit her lip and locked eyes with her husband, "It helped at least."
He snapped his hips again as they both laughed and kissed for a long moment.
They were both panting when they pulled apart and Manny smiled when she put her hands on his chest and pushed. He took her direction and rolled over to his back, taking her with him.
With a smile on her face and her hair a mess she straddled his hips and slid herself back over his cock until their hips were flush and he was even deeper inside her than before. She watched as his eyes rolled back and he threw his head back, mouth open in pleasure. Slowly rolling her hips she told him, "Glad to have the real thing though, so much better."
Beneath her Manny moaned and gripped her thighs tight enough to leave a mark. Opening his eyes finally he took in the sight of her and chewed on his lip, "Go ahead and use it mama, lemme see you get yourself off."
"Yeah?" She smiled and rolled her hips the opposite direction.
Manny nodded and smacked her ass, "Mhmmm."
She groaned in pleasure and giggled as she took his hands and held them above his head. Using the angle to rub her clit against him as she rocked her hips.
Whole body tense Manny mumbled under this breath, "de puta madre…" and rose his hips up to meet hers, "Ride that dick."
It didn't take long, only moment until she brought herself to orgasm; gasping for breath and digging grooves in the back of Manny's hands. He surged up and caught her around the waist, kissing her so hard their teeth knocked together as he enjoyed the way her pussy fluttered around him. Never pulling apart he laid them back down and continued their kissing, his hands on her ass while her arms wrapped tightly around his neck.
"Shit," she fought to catch her breath, "I have to tell you something."
"Tell me what?" Manny murmured into her neck.
Without warning she sat up, still firmly impaled on his now pulsing, twitching hard on. Her hands braced flat on his chest she looked him in the eyes and took a deep breath. "I stopped taking my birth control…"
There was a long silence as Manny stared back at her, his sex muddled brain trying to catch up. "You did?"
She nodded.
His mind started to race. His heart pounding in his chest for a new reason. "You stopped?" When she nodded, chewing her lip uncertainly, he began to smile. "When?"
"Almost three months ago."
"You're serious?" His hands gripped her waist tightly, scared to let go, and she continued to nod. "You're sure?" He felt hope rise up in his chest, "You're sure? You talked to your doctor and all that."
"Mhmm." She was smiling now too, "She said I'm healthy and in great shape, still relatively young…So if we want to…"
All he could do was stare at her in awe, "So you do want to?"
With a slight laugh she nodded again, "I'm a little scared…" They both glanced down to the scar across her lower abdomen. Manny traced his thumb softly over the slightly raised white line. "But, I couldn't stop thinking about it after we talked and then you had to leave but… but yeah… I want another baby."
Manny sat up and wrapped his arms around his wife, holding her tight as he kissed her, "I'm so fucking happy right now!" He flipped them over again, laying her down under him as they continued to kiss.
"I can see that." She mumbled against his lips, both of them smiling.
He slowed down long enough to rest his forehead against hers, "When was your period?"
She rolled her eyes, but answered with a smile, "Last week."
"Mmmm," Manny hummed as he began to rock his hips once again, "Perfect timing." He kissed her once.
Another eye roll, "Maybe." but she lightly drug her nails down his side and dug them into the back of his thigh. Gasping when he jerked his hips forward in response. "One way to find out."
How was he supposed to control himself when she looked at him like that? When she had her nails digging into him like that and kept squeezing her inner muscles around his cock. Manny growled and hooked one of his elbows under her knee and bending her as far as she would go. It opened her up to him even more and he felt himself sink just a little deeper, "What you want mama?" He picked up his thrusting again and bit his lip as he watched her eyes spin back, "You want me to fuck you, make you cum one more time?"
Her, "Yes." Was followed by a moan.
Manny sped up more, pounding into her harder and deeper, "Yeah? You want me to cum with you?"
All she could do was nod, cling to him as she trembled underneath him. So close to coming apart for him again.
That tingling sensation had set in at the base of his spine and Manny buried his face in her neck, "Are you ready baby? Hmm? Can i cum in this pussy? Please, can I fill you up? Yeah? Cum for me baby, cum for papi."
Once she had started chanting out yes after yes she couldn't stop. Her vision blurred and every nerve in her body lit up like fireworks. She was still trying to catch her breath when she felt Manny's arms lock tight around her and his hips snap into her uncontrollably as he gasped and moaned directly in her ear. With her eyes closed, panting, she trailed her fingers over his sides and enjoyed the way his whole body shuddered. How he drove himself impossibly deeper as he gave her everything he had.
Eventually his grip on her loosened and she felt the press of his lips against her neck. He kissed his way up the column of her neck to her ear as he gave a few final thrusts, finally coming face to face with her again. Kissing her sloppily and deeply before whispering against her lips, "I love you so fucking much."
Without pause she answered back, "Me too baby, so much." "
~~~
What time is it?"
Her voice was muffled against his chest and Manny moved carefully, craning his neck to look at the alarm clock on the dresser. "Quarter after three." He settled back down, enjoying the after sex high and the feel of his wife naked and sated, draped over him.
"Bella get's out at 3:30." She shuffled a little but made no move to get up.
Manny squeezed her tight with the arm around her waist, patted her lightly on the ass, "Was thinkin' I could go pick up her up oln the bike."
She smiled and kissed a corner of the tattoo on his chest, "She is gonna lose her mind when she see's you."
He chuckled, "Like mama like daughter yeah?" T
hat earned him a pinch to his hip and a, "Callate pendejo."
With a big smile on his face Manny shook his head, "God, it's good to be home." He stroked his wife's bare back, still smiling, and kissed the top of her head. "You get any meat at the store?"
"Mhmm." She didn't even question the sudden change in topic.
"How about you do that real good marinade quick while I go pick up our girl?" He looked down to see her nodding, "When we get back I'll get the grill goin', make some carne asada. We can do it up tonight, the three of us."
With a deep sigh she wrapped her arms around him tight, "Sounds good to me. You better get your ass in the shower though."
"Wanna come?"
"Nope, I'm staying right here till you are a safe distance away." She pushed and shoved at him as he crawled off the bed.
Manny laughed and gave her a kiss and another little swat to the butt, "Legs still shakin' a little?"
"Maybe. Thank you very much." She rolled away from him and buried her face in his pillow, "Shower, now, go."
He made his way around the bed with a smile on his face and his own legs a little unsteady.
Manny stopped and grabbed his dirty clothes, throwing them towards the hamper and set his boots by the door. His mind was filled with thoughts of his wife, his daughter, their next baby... he was going to be a Dad again! He thought of how amazing his wife looked pregnant and how strong she had been the first time. How he had instantly fallen in love with his daughter and how he'd fallen impossibly more in love with his wife. Now, it might be awhile, but they were doing it again. This time a little older and a little wiser.
When he picked his kutte up off the floor he barely even looked at it as he tossed it towards the chair in the corner, happy to set it aside for awhile. Happy to be home with his girls where he belonged.
~~~
Part Two is now available!!
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Leslie Transcript
Note: I just wanted to do this for funsies giggle :3!
[Leslie’s ability, “SIC,” allows him to call upon his dog, Bullet, to attack any victim close enough to him. Bullet cannot kill a victim himself, but can incapacitate them if their health is low enough.]
Feed Grandpa
- I’ll read you a story after this is all done here, grandpa.
- Here you go, Grandpa! A lil’ snack!
- Johnny didn’t mean to, Grandpa…we’ll fix it.
- I gotta present for youuu! Say ‘aaah…’
- I wish you were up n movin’ again. Things would be so much easier.
Victim Found
- Hey, that’s my hidin’ spot!
- What’re you doin’ in there, babe?
- You thought I wouldn’t check here? Really?
- Sorry, babe. Cat’s outta the bag.
- Peekaboo!
- You shy or somethin’? C’mon out.
Victim Hit
- I’m tryna be gentle!
- Awh, yer blood’s so pretty! Lemme see a lil’ more, ‘kay?
- Gotcha good there!
- Why’re you squirmin’?! That just makes things worse!
- I’ll make it quick, babe! Just stop movin’!
Blood Trail
- I’ma have’ta clean this up, y’know…
- What did I say? I told you I’d be nicer.
- Man, I really don’t want clean up duty again.
- Phtt…someone’s havin’ a bad day, huh?
- Yeah, that’s it. Leave Bullet somethin’ to rat you out.
Match Start
- Bullet’s gonna have a field day with this one!
- I’ve never really done a chase like this before…gotta stay on my toes.
- I might be young, but I ain’t dumb. I’ll find ‘em.
See Victim Escape
- We’re really gonna get it this time!
- Shit! This can’t be happenin’ right now!
- I’ll send Bullet after ‘em.
- Goddamnit. I gotta tell Ma.
Idle
- I gotta prove that I ain’t a kid no more!
- That girl Johnny liked…she was really pretty. I mean, really pretty. He didn’t have to do that…
- This may be my first rodeo, but that don’t mean nothin’! I’ll still get it done!
- Bullet should be waking up soon. (sigh) He’s such a good boy…
- Y’know I…I don’t really like killin’. But it is what it is. Gotta do what’s best for us.
Sees Enemy
- I promise I’ll be way nicer than the others. Just c’mere.
- It’s okay…c’mere, sweetheart.
- I’m sorry it has to be this way. Really, I am.
- It’ll be over soon, hun. C’mon over here.
- All of this is pointless. It’ll hurt worse if you squirm. 
Ability Denied
- Bullet can’t hear me from here…
- Nope. No scent for Bullet to track.
- Bullet won’t be able to find ‘em.
- Let’s wait a lil’ longer…
Use Ability
- Sic ‘em, Bullet!
- Get ‘em, boy!
- Find ‘em, Bullet!
- [whistle]
Execution
- Sweet dreams…
- Don’t keep the angels waitin’.
- There you go. You’ll find her up there…I promise.
- Night, night.
- Rest easy, babe.
Cook Seen
- Don’t be hollerin’ at Bubba, okay? You’re makin’ him nervous.
- Let me know if you need help, ‘kay?
- You seen anyone yet? Huh? Huh?
- I’m sure Johnny’s sorry for all this mess, alright? Can you just drop it please?
- Hey, hey, hey, what you gonna cook up for dinner tonight? (laughter)
Hitchhiker Seen
- O-Oh, my bad. I’m in the way…
- Did Grandpa really teach you how to make those traps? You’re so lucky!
- Hey, you should really stop mutterin’ ‘bout my folks, y’know…
- I think you should set a few more traps, man. They’re runnin’ around everywhere!
- I know you’re more experienced than me but…I don’t think messin’ around will do much for our cause.
Johnny Seen
- There you are, Johnny! Me and Bullet have been lookin’ all over for you!
- We should be more gentle with them this time…y’know?
- Johnny…is this about that girl? …Never mind that, we’ll get ‘em!
- I should start workin’ out like you do. My arms could use a lil’ more muscle! (laughter)
- Mama’s worried about you, y’know. Once we catch ‘em, I think you should try to work things out…o-or not.
Sissy Seen
- I’ll get outta yer way…
- Make sure you don’t overdo it with that poison, okay? Ma gets pissed off whenever you do.
- What’re you always singin’ anyway? I don’t get it.
- I’m worried one of these days yer gonna step on somethin’ and hurt yerself. You should really put some shoes on or somethin’!
- Yer flower garden’s doing real well, Sissy! Must be that fertilizer we make. (giggle)
- Y’know, I’m surprised to see you! Thought you were gone for good last time. I’m glad you came back…
Nancy Seen
- Hey, mama! Having any luck over here?
- We’ll definitely catch these kids with you ‘round, mama! You had tons of practice with me n Johnny way back when, huh? (laughter)
- Mama, you think I should call Bullet out soon? He’ll handle this like a champ!
- When I find ‘em, I’ll bring ‘em to you, mama! I promise.
- Need any help, ma?
Bubba Seen
- Woah! You work that saw real good, man! Real good!
- Make sure you’re havin’ fun, alright? We can hang out later, if you want!
- Sorry, man. I’ll get outta your way!
- Are they botherin’ you again? (sigh) Don’t listen to ‘em! You’re doing awesome! I wish I could be as cool as you!
- You’re doing great! Keep going, man!
Cook
- You oughta get yer brother and mother in line, boy!
- Stop yer whinin’ and get to work!
- C’mon, kid. We don’t have all day! Let’s find ‘em!
- If it weren’t for yer brother, we wouldn’t be in this predicament! I keep tellin’ him, but he just don’t listen…
- You better not go off and get us into trouble like this too!
Hitchhiker
- Y-You don’t know nothing ‘bout nothing! Yer just a k-kid!
- I-It’s funny how you n Johnny look alike…(snicker)
- Better hu-hurry or your mama m-m-might give you a scar next!
- You wanna hear a s-secret? C’mere, I’ll tell you a s-secret!
- You still scared of k-killin’? Huh? (laughter) I knew it! Yer shakin’!
Johnny
- C’mon, lil’ boy. Pick up yer feet.
- It’s like that game we used to play as kids! (laughter) Hope you learned a thing or two from that.
- Don’t give up on me now! Keep searchin’!
- Thatta boy, Les. Keep it movin’.
- You see, Les? This is what happens when you’re too easy on them kids! Gotta make sure you finish what you started!
Sissy
- (laughter) Well, aren’t you a sweet thing?
- You just haven’t found the light yet, sugar. That’s all!
- Oh, there you are! I planted some new flowers I want you to see once we’re done!
- Don’t start getting into trouble like your brother does, now. He’s enough as is.
- (laughter) Aww, sugar…you can hardly hold your shears without shakin’.
Nancy
- Breathe, sweetheart. You’re doing just fine.
- Remember what I taught you, Leslie. You’ll be alright.
- Hold those shears up, sweetie. You won’t hit a thing with it swingin’ like that.
- C’mon, Leslie! We can’t let them get away! Get focused!
- There’s a first for everything, Leslie. Don’t get cold feet now.
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c o s t u m e s | mcu ; s.rogers
|| taglist,babes + req rules + send ?s + masterlist + kinktober masterlist ||
** graphics made by me with help from google images /pinterest. the list I'm using for this provided by @the-purity-pen, please do go check out their writing and a huge thanks to them for allowing the prompts to be used. **
𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚎 ; 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚜
Summary ;
---Marilyn Monroe & her soldier. The costume party is the last thing on Steve Roger's mind when he sees you in your dress.
Pairing ;
Steve Rogers x fem!reader.
--- no physical description given beyond having female parts.
Warnings ;
--- minors, abso-fuckin-lutely not. In addition to the prior, lustful touching - Steve puts his hands up readers dress, lots of Steve touching, lots of Reader touching, teasing, fingering ( male giving ), body fluid mentions, innuendo / dirty talk and use of petnames (Doll, baby)..
Taglist ;
--- the people listed below are the only ones I have on my mcu taglist. If you'd like to be added, click the little link up top.
@beardedbarba
@hells--angel
@krys-orion
@letsbedragonstogether
@scoobiessnacks
“Wow.”
Steve stops behind you, hands at your waist as he rests his chin on your shoulder. “You look stunning.” his breath tickles your skin, minty and cool. You lock eyes with him in the reflection of the mirror in front of you both and you bite your lip. “Me? Sir…” you barely stop a whine as you feel his fingers squeeze your hip and you turn to face him, melting against him to play with the front of his olive green t-shirt. “You know what that uniform does to me.” you pout a little.
Steve chuckles and he’s blushing a little. “Do I?” he questions, his mouth brushing against your own just barely as he mumbles against it, “You know what you do to me… And that dress… Kinda tempted t’ just skip the stupid party.”
“You promised Tony.” you remind him, just the faintest teasing pout playing at your lips as you drag your tongue over the outline of his mouth.
His hands dig into your body where he has them rested and he takes at least three deep breaths against the platinum blonde wig on your head to attempt centering himself. Which would be so much easier if you weren’t dragging red acrylic nails up and down his chest right now and melting into him, almost clinging to him. “Doll, c’mon.. You’re killin me.” he groans out when your lips brush against his just barely for a third time.
He’s scooped you up to sit you on the edge of the counter and he’s stepped between your legs. Your white heels fall off your feet and settle on the tiled floor with a quiet thud when they hit. Your legs are squeezing his hips and he’s scooping you forward on the counter just so that you’re as close as he can get you. He leans down a little to rest his forehead against yours. “We can be a little late, right?” he asks, a playful and predatory gleam in baby blues as they roam your body and one of his hands slips beneath the skirt portion of the white dress.
Your head falls back a little, just barely bumping the mirror as his mouth ghosts the pulse on your neck, teeth sinking against soft skin. By now he’s found the garters to the thigh high stockings beneath the dress and his fingers are dragging carelessly over the lace trim until they find the fasteners..
“Oops.” he mumbles huskily as he unfastens the garter belts, giving you the most innocent of smirks the entire time.
“Steven Grant Rogers, how dare you.” you pretend to be offended, but your cute little teasing smile is what gives you away and he smirks about it. Dragging a thick digit over soaked lace that barely covers your crotch and drawing a needy whine right out of you as he leans into you much heavier. “Doll..” he mumbles, blue eyes fixed on the way your breasts push against the plunging neckline of the white dress, “Do you really wanna go to this party? Because I can think of somethin’ so much better to do tonight…”
“Well, no..” you gasp out the words as his hand settles palm down against your dripping sex and he squeezes, staring right into your eyes, hell, your soul, as he massages you under your dress. He bites his lip and swallows hard when he feels you throb against his hand and get even wetter. You’re palming at the way he strains against the old camo bottoms to his BDU uniform, dragging your finger over the thick bulge and the zipper it's pressed against, a helpless whine falling out of your mouth because suddenly, the costume party is the last thing on your mind because you'd really rather be getting stuffed with Steve's thick cock right now.
He scoops you up over his shoulder when he can’t take another second, making his way into your bedroom to toss you down on the bed gently, following your body down, settling over you, one of his hands pinning both of yours above your head as he gazes down at you with a hungry look burning in baby blue eyes. "The party can wait." he mumbles as his mouth moves down your neck, leaving marks against skin in his journey down, "I wanna keep you all t' myself right now, doll. Let me?"
"P-please." you gasp out, arching your back away from the bed as his other hand slips up your dress again, fingers brushing your panties to the side, burying past the knuckle in your dripping sex and making you moan out his name and beg, "I'm all yours.. You can.." you gasp out, nipping at his shoulder as you try to free your hands from the strong grip his one hand has on both of them above your hands because you just want to touch him so fucking bad... "Do anything you want to me, baby."
"Oh I can, huh?" Steve chuckles, pausing to gaze up at you as he bites his lip. "Anything?"
"Anything." you whine out as his fingers strum against the spongy soft of your g-spot a time or two and you can feel your stomach start to coil.
"You promise?" he asks, licking his lips as he looks down at you, blue eyes filled with hunger....
#steve rogers#steve rogers smut#steve rogers imagine#steve rogers fanfiction#steve rogers x fem!reader#<- minors absofuckinlutely not. this is a general warning for all of my adult content.#-> please read all warnings before you proceed to read.#<- female reader ; vague description (female parts + dress and heels )#tppkinktober22#kinktober22#kinktober2022#kinktober 2022#kinktober 22
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To: Louis and Harry
Love: Me
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Not like I'm countin' the days (ah, ah, ah)
But it's been twenty five (ah, ah, ah)
You're out there killin' the game (ah, ah, ah)
But damn, I miss you tonight (ah, ah, mmm)
And I'm out at a party, they're playin' our song
I cry on the dance floor, it's so embarrassing
Don't send me photos, you're makin' it worse
'Cause you're so hot, it's hurtin' my feelings
I get a little lonely
Get a little more close to me
You're the only one who knows me, babe
So hot, you're hurtin' my feelings (woo)
Can't deal
Before the X rated dreamin' (ah, ah, ah)
Back on the coast to coast life (ah, ah, ah)
You know I live for the hustle (ah, ah, ah)
But damn, I miss you tonight (ah, ah, mmm)
And I'm out at a party, they're playin' our song
I cry on the dance floor, it's so embarrassing
Don't send me photos, you're makin' it worse
'Cause you're so hot, it's hurtin' my feelings
I get a little lonely
Get a little more close to me
You're the only one who knows me, babe
So hot, you're hurtin' my feelings (woo)
Can't deal
Show me the banana (na-na-na-na-na)
Show me the banana (na-na-na)
Show me the banana (na-na-na-na-na)
Show me the banana (na-na-na)
And I'm out at a party, they're playin' our song
I cry on the dance floor, it's so embarrassing
Don't send me photos, you're makin' it worse
'Cause you're so hot, it's hurtin' my feelings
I get a little lonely
Get a little more close to me
You're the only one who knows me, babe (only one who knows me, babe)
So hot, you're hurtin' my feelings (woo)
Can't deal
So hot, you're hurtin' my feelings (woo)
Can't deal (woo)
So hot, you're hurtin' my feelings (woo)
Can't deal (woo)
So hot, you're hurtin' my feelings (woo)
Can't deal
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love you and honestly babes, you’re doing amazing. killin it out there ❤️
I love you sm and I really needed this tonight 😭💛 I hope you’re doing amazing bb
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Caroline Polachek - So Hot You’re Hurting My Feelings
Not like I'm countin' the days (ah, ah, ah)
But it's been twenty five (ah, ah, ah)
You're out there killin' the game (ah, ah, ah)
But damn, I miss you tonight (ah, ah, mmm)
And I'm out at a party, they're playin' our song
I cry on the dance floor, it's so embarrassing
Don't send me photos, you're makin' it worse
'Cause you're so hot, it's hurtin' my feelings
I get a little lonely
Get a little more close to me
You're the only one who knows me, babe
So hot, you're hurtin' my feelings (woo)
Can't deal
Before the X rated dreamin' (ah, ah, ah)
Back on the coast to coast life (ah, ah, ah)
You know I live for the hustle (ah, ah, ah)
But damn, I miss you tonight (ah, ah, mmm)
And I'm out at a party, they're playin' our song
I cry on the dance floor, it's so embarrassing
Don't send me photos, you're makin' it worse
'Cause you're so hot, it's hurtin' my feelings
I get a little lonely
Get a little more close to me
You're the only one who knows me, babe
So hot, you're hurtin' my feelings (woo)
Can't deal
Show me the banana (na-na-na-na-na)
Show me the banana (na-na-na)
Show me the banana (na-na-na-na-na)
Show me the banana (na-na-na)
#Caroline Polachek#so hot you're hurting my feelings#i like this song#music video#can't deal!!!#i like this music video#dancing in hell is such a vibe
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sakusa takes care of a drunk reader, a drabble
synopsis: y/n is talking to a stranger about her sex life and kiyoomi is on damage control. it's an uphill battle to finally tuck her into bed. give this man a break, please.
“he be blowin’ my back out, girl.”
“she means we very gently and very passionately make love.”
“just beatin’ this pussy up!”
“i do no such thing.”
“absolutely drillin’ and killin’ my shit.” you motion with your hands. sakusa reaches out to stop you, a blush deep on his face.
“y/n.”
“this boy folds me like a pretzel.”
“y/n!”
“my ankles be touchin’ my ea- mmph!”
sakusa covers your mouth with his hand, “you’ve lost your talking privileges. give me your drink, babe,” you glare at him, defiance burning in your eyes. he glares right back, “now, y/n.” he looks to the woman you were talking and apologizes on your behalf.
you relent, releasing your grip on the drink you were holding. sakusa take it and relaxes the hold he has on you, "you always kill my fun, omi!"
"no, i keep you safe." his gaze softens and his voice follows, "c'mon, it's late now. let's get you home."
you're surprised by the gentleness in his tone. wordless, you nod, extending your arm for him to take and lead you out of the club. it's raining tonight, and sakusa all but demands you to stay at the entrance doors while he runs to get the car.
you'll get emotional if you think about it too much, about exactly how much he sacrifices for you. he accommodates for you in every aspect of his life, oftentimes without you ever having to ask. you're part of him, an extension of his own body. he quite literally could not live without you. he loves you, with everything in him. he really didn't have to come out with you tonight, but you know he did it because he cares about your safety.
when the car pulls up, sakusa jumps out, umbrella in hand, escorting you to the passenger door, opening it, and closing it once you got situated. you giggle at the little jog he does to get to the driver's side. the sound of rain hitting the windshield makes you sleepy. upon noticing your tired state, kiyoomi removes the jacket from his shoulders, draping it across your figure. you yawn, snuggling into the heavy fabric and allowing his scent to lull you to sleep.
the next time you wake up, sakusa's at the passenger side of the door, lightly shaking you.
"c'mon, we're home now." he stretches his hand to pull you out, closing the door behind him, and snaking an arm around your waste, bringing you to your shared apartment.
after fumbling with the keys, he unlocks the door and kicks off his shoes, turning the lights on. sakusa leads you to the couch, descending on one knee to remove your heels, fighting with the straps and buckles.
"try taking it off with your teeth."
"try tak- what the hell? i'm not doing that."
"awww, c'mon, you know you like my feet."
"y/n, stop being weird," you wiggle your toes, making him loose his grip on the clasp of your shoes, "and stop moving."
you giggle, still feeling buzzed from all the alcohol you downed, "i know you secretly have a foot kink."
"i do not."
"it's okay, it's okay," you soothe, roughly ruffling his hair, "it's just me and you here. you can tell me if you wanna suck on my toes. i won't judge," finally removing your shoes, sakusa stands to his feet, stretching his hand for you to take.
"i don't know where you're getting this from, but you need to go to bed. i think you're delirious." you pout like a child, not wanting the fun to be over.
"fine. only if you carry me." you flop back on the couch to emphasize your unwillingness to walk yourself, stretching your arms up, "please, oomi?"
you're so cute, but sakusa can't let you know that. huffing loudly, he bends down to pick you up with ease, arms hooked under your legs and back, "you owe me in the morning. i didn't sign up for this."
you giggle, enjoying the attention from him, "you're so strong, oomi. look at these muscles." you grab his bicep, "what is this? a bowling ball? is there bowling ball in here? did you eat a bowling ball?" sakusa fights back a smile, but a blush manages to break through.
strolling through the bedroom, sakusa drops you on the bed, leaning down to kiss your forehead, mumbling in your ear, "why are you only nice to me when you're drunk, hmm? pretty girl." leaving you on the bed, sakusa digs through your dresser, approaching you with your usual pajamas, "put this on."
"no." you resist.
"y/n."
"put them on me." you kneel up on the bed, manipulating your arms and back to reach the zipper of your dress, dragging it down and shimmying out of the loose fabric, "look, i made it easy for you."
sakusa will never get used to seeing you in just a bra and panties, and his face turns beet red at the sight. you're sitting on your thighs now, legs folded behind you, feet touching.
"you're so difficult," he sighs, his blush only deepening when he moves to touch you, "arms up." you giggle, shaking your head and crossing your arms, he clenches his jaw in an effort to focus on the task at hand.
"oomi~" you flirt, "i still have my bra on. i can't sleep with a bra on. it's not good for me."
"then take it off."
"take it off for me."
"y/n."
"i won't go to bed until you do."
"fine. turn around." you shuffle on the bed, your back now facing him. with anxious hands, he unclasps your bra, the soft fabric falling to the bed. your bare back greets him, and he bats away impure thoughts. before you can turn around, sakusa grabs your arms and forces the shirt on you.
"oomi! don't be so rough."
"then listen and i won’t have to be so rough,” yanking the shirt over your head, he sighs, “there. all done.” you’re scrambling to get under the covers when sakusa grabs your ankle, “not yet. you need to do your skin care,” you open your mouth to protest, but kiyoomi interupts you, “let me guess, you want me to do it?”
you nod your head in excitement, “carry me oomi!” scooping you up, he carries you to the bathroom, setting you on the counter space. you’re rambling about god-knows-what, incoherent and broken sentences flow from your lips. sakusa tries his best to listen, he really does, but he can’t tel the difference between makeup wipes and micellar water.
“sorry to interrupt you, angel,” he kisses you on the forehead to calm your protests, “but which one do i use? the micellar water, right? you said the wipes burn sometimes...”
“aww oomi,” you bring your legs to wrap around his legs, pressing him into you, “you know me so well,” you mumble against his lips. your arms wrap around sakusa’s neck, hands tangling into the soft hair at his nape, lips building a rhythm against his.
it takes everything in sakusa to stop you, but he knows where kisses like this lead and getting you in bed is top priority.
“no, y/n,” he breaks the kiss to peer into you, “you need rest.” his eyes are soft and full of love, “let me take care of you, baby. sit still, please.” you nod and give him a quick peck, a silent promise to give him the reigns. relaxing the hold your lags have around him, kiyoomi gets to work.
he dabs the micellar water on your reusable cotton pad, gently swiping it across your face. you close your eyes, humming and mumbling the words of a song he heard earlier. using this time, sakusa admires the softness of your face, love swelling in his chest.
“all done.” you kiss his cheek in thanks, moving to hop off the counter. his hands fly out to hold your hips, keeping you placent, “not so fast.” he moves away from you, searching through the cupboards to find all the pieces of your routine.
after gathering his materials, he starts with dropping a clear, cool serum on your face.
“remind you of anything?” you joke, giggling mindlessly at your own joke.
"stop talking."
"boo, go back to being nice!"
"shh!"
you sigh loudly, swinging your legs and humming louder. sakusa works moisturizer into your skin with such vigor, your body starts to move. for good measure, he squeezes your cheeks, making your lips appear fish-like, laughing when you whine, "oomi, stop! let me go! are you done yet?"
moving to put all your things away, he nods, "yes, y/n. all done."
"carry me back then!"
"i lied. you still have to brush your teeth." you open your mouth to speak, "and no, i will not brush them for you."
"but i'm tired!"
"too bad. look, i even put the toothpaste on for you." he hands you the toothbrush. you snatch it out of his hands and vigorously brush your teeth. smiling at your attitude, sakusa begins to do his own nightly routine.
looking at him through your peripherals, you admire his physique. he really is built like a greek god. shamelessly, you rake your eyes over his body, observing the contraction of his muscles; the way the light reflects from his skin. sakusa kiyoomi truly is beautiful. catching your stare, he pokes your stomach.
"stop looking at me."
"what? i can't look at you?" foam flies everywhere.
"not like that."
"like what?"
"like you want to eat me."
"i do." you spit out the toothpaste, rinsing your toothbrush and putting it away.
you straightforwardness makes him blush, "tomorrow. i'm all yours tomorrow, but for right now-" he approaches you, his lean frame towering over your own, "-let's get you in bed."
you don't have to ask him to carry you; he does it anyway, throwing you over his shoulder and laying you on the bed.
"are you going to tuck me in, oomi?"
"what kind of question is that? of course i'm going to tuck you in."
i know i reference sakusa picking the reader up a lot but this man is 6'4" 176.8 pounds (192 cm, 80 kg) and could therefore bench press you without breaking a sweat, no matter what your weight is. my baby is strong. periodt.
#not proud of this one ://#i hate it#lowkey#sakusa#kiyoomi#sakusa kiyoomi#kiyoomi sakusa#msby#msby sakusa#msby sakusa kiyoomi#sakusa fluff#sakusa x reader#sakusa fic#sakusa oneshot#sakusa drabble
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“Hopelessly Into You” : B Birthday Fic
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE BEAUITFULLY KIND @thirsting4slashers !!!! This was going to go into a whole different direction, but this is how it came out and honestly it’s cute, so I hope you enjoy it!! I’ve never written for Randy so this is new territory for me lol. I hope you had a wonderful birthday, my dear!!
Length: 2.4k
Rating: Fluff, fem!reader who is B (she/they pronouns), sweet and shy Randy, new relationship, this man is going all out for you I swear.
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The morning of your birthday was supposed to be peaceful, uninterrupted, and you were supposed to wake up on your own time. That didn’t happen like you’d hoped it did.
Your phone was set on vibrate as you slept comfortably in your bed, already mid-morning as the sun peeked through your poorly closed curtains, and you were at peace like you wanted. But now that was slowly becoming less of a reality as your phone began to vibrate over and over and over again, you tried to sleep it off, so you spun around in your sheets and placed a pillow over your head, but it was as if you could hear it even clearer now.
What the hell.
Buzz buzz. Buzz buzz. Buzz buzz.
“Ugh, c’mon all I asked for was a quiet day!” you complained as you flipped back around and reached blindly for the phone as you popped it off the charger, your eyes squinted to adjust to the brightness of the screen. “Shit.”
The texts were all from your friends, some family members, but about ten of them were from your boyfriend, Randy. He was spamming the hell out of you with sweet messages, super lame puns, and birthday memes. He wanted you to wake up to the best messages, he wanted to make sure you were happy. You couldn’t be annoyed by that after you read them all, they were all so sweet and lovey-dovey, it was hard to stay mad that he so rudely woke you.
So you messaged back with a bunch of emojis and a ‘thank you’ in all caps. Before you could even put the phone back down he had messaged you again, asking if you wanted to hang out. With a loud yawn, you replied and set the phone down, just hoping to get a little more sleep.
Then your phone started ringing.
“Dammit, Randy!” you laughed and sat up lazily, grabbing the phone. “Welcome to Woodsboro City Mogue, you sta ‘em, we slab ‘em! How may I help you today?”
“Oh hah, hah, very funny, babe.”
“Sorry, you have the wrong number.”
Randy sucked his teeth and huffed on the other end. “You are just hopeless, Brooke. But what are you up to?” Randy’s voice was softer now, and it made you smirk on the other end.
“Well, before I was so rudely awakened by several messages in a row and then a phone call, I was trying to sleep in.”
He cursed on the other end and groaned. “Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”
“Damage already done!” you joked. “But now I guess I’ll take a shower and see what I can get up to. Why do you ask?”
Randy took a deep breath and seemed to grow quiet until you asked what was wrong. “Oh nothing, nothing’s wrong. I uh, was wondering if you wanted to hang out today? I mean, if you weren’t busy?”
You hummed, making him sit there and wait for you to think. “Huh, I don’t thiiiiink I have anything going on, hmm.”
“Aww come on Brooke, you’re killin’ me, here! I got a whole plan, just the two of us at my place. Parents are out of town, it can be a nice and relaxing time. You, me, some takeout, and a movie or two. You in?”
It did sound rather nice, just you and him there to laugh and act like a couple of fools arguing about the way a movie was shot, so you gave him one more moment of silence and smiled. “That sounds like a great time, honestly, so yeah, I can head over tonight, Randy.”
“Yes!” he exclaimed. “Perfect, I’ll have everything ready and set up by, say, six? Gives us enough time to get a couple of ‘em under our belt.”
You were excited about this and told him just as much. So once you two hung up, you forced yourself out of bed and finally got to the shower.
The rest of your morning was spent getting yourself together and stuffing your face with the simple breakfast foods you put together. Sure, you could have used a large breakfast but you were still so tired, maybe a little pick me up could work, so you figured it would do you some good to head outside and breathe in some fresh, crisp air. You saw a couple of your friends out and about as you walked to the local cafe for your morning caffeine.
When you walked in and the little bell above the door tingled, you saw Randy at the counter going on and on about some list he had and he needed everything on it if it was possible. He paid no mind to the people behind him, only that he was hoping they could fulfill this order. You listened as he continued to prattle on and on until the cashier took the list and walked off toward the kitchen. Randy turned around and was about to stalk off toward one of the tables until he caught a glimpse of you.
You waved with a sly grin on your face and he looked almost dumbfounded by your presence there. “Oh, uh, hey Brooke, what are you doing here?” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously and looked away.
“Was just coming to get something as a little treat for myself. Wasn’t feeling too energized, so here I am.”
He bobbed his head, that made sense, but he still seemed rather off-put by you being there, so you called him out on it. “What do you mean I’m being weird?”
“Well,” you began with an expression of confusion, “you were all happy to talk to me and make plans with me for tonight and now, it seems like you want nothing to do with me?”
He sighed and smiled weakly at you. “Can-Can I be totally honest with you?”
You nodded as you crossed your arms, ready to hear whatever excuse he was about to spew. “Alright then, go for it.”
Randy looked up at you with a sickeningly sweet smile. “I wanted to surprise you at your place with your favorite snacks and stuff from here, that’s why I was being so assertive with the barista, which was a dick move, but yeah…”
Your face dropped, it wasn’t exactly what you’d expected from him but you weren’t disappointed. “Randy, that’s sweet…” you trailed off.
“So yeah, sorry I kinda ruined the surprise, but uh, happy birthday?”
You laughed and grabbed his arm. “Well since you’re already getting me stuff, allow me to get you a little something. Wanna hang out now? I’m not doing much of anything else.”
Randy seemed sheepish at first, but then he gave you a quizzical look. “Aren’t you doing anything with family today?”
You scoffed and looked more annoyed than anything. “No, they decided that going out of state to visit other family seemed more important, so it’s just me this weekend.”
Randy felt more ashamed of their behavior than anything. Who wouldn’t want to hang out with you on your birthday? The audacity of it all! He stood up straighter and patted your hand. “Okay, don’t worry, I’ll take it upon myself to be your birthday bud for the entire day since you asked so nicely.”
You frowned playfully. “I didn’t ask-”
“No need to thank me, Brooke! As your devoted boyfriend, I will do all I can to make this birthday incredible! Now, shall we get back in line? I will need some sort of caffeine to keep up with you all day, so I’m taking that offer before it disappears.”
You both hung out for a while at the cafe, sitting in the back booth talking loudly between the both of you until it was getting later in the afternoon. Randy looked down at his watch and cursed under his breath.
“Crap, uh, hey I gotta go home and get stuff ready, you okay with that?”
“Absolutely, I can occupy myself until then. See ya later, Randy.” You gave him a small wave as he stood up.
He bent down and kissed you on your cheek. “See ya later, Brooke.”
With that, he was out of the door and down the block before you could even catch your breath. He was just so sweet and energetic, you loved him for it, though you hadn’t said those words just yet to him, you hoped he knew.
Time had passed and you had gotten home after taking a bit of a walk around town, did some window shopping, actual shopping, and then you figured you could try to look good on your birthday when you went to visit Randy. So you sat in front of the mirror and stared at yourself, wondering what you wanted to do. It wasn’t much, but you did a face cleaning routine, brushed and styled your hair, and wore your best outfit that made you feel unstoppable yet comfortable. It was going to be a great night.
When the time had gotten close to 5:30, you left your place and walked to Randy’s, which didn’t take long at all, and once you got there you stood on the front porch about to knock when you heard Randy on the side of the house on his phone.
“Yeah, man, it’s the least I can do, ya know?” You wished you could hear the other half of the conversation. “Shut up, they’re fucking great, if I can show ‘em that then yeah, it’s worth it. Plus I don’t think I did half bad on the cupcakes, no thanks to you.”
“You gave me a weird recipe, like it dated back from the early 1900s, dude!” He sighed. “Whatever, they’re gonna be here soon, so I’m gonna go. See ya.” Randy hung up and continued to walk to the back door with the pizza and cheese sticks in hand.
You waited a few minutes to let him get back inside and all you could think of was him attempting to make you cupcakes. That made two surprises you accidentally ruined, you felt absolutely awful and wished you could have just minded your business, but you would play the part of a surprised and very thankful girlfriend. You rang the doorbell and waited for him to answer, then he appeared in the open doorway with a huge grin on his face.
“Ph hey Brooke, you made it! Happy birthday!” He pulled you into a tight hug and kissed your cheek. “Wow, you look great…”
“Thanks, Randy,” you replied shyly.
“Come in, make yourself at home. Food just got here, so help yourself. But I have something to show you first. Wait here, ‘kay?”
Before you could respond, Randy bolted into the kitchen and rummaged through a drawer, then you heard mostly silence. “Randy?”
“Okay, you can come in!”
You shuffled through the house after you kicked your shoes off by the door and peeked around the doorframe to see Randy standing at the counter with a group of cupcakes all lit with little candles in them. The cupcakes all spelled out’Happy Birthday Brooke’ in messy icing, but this was the kindest thing anyone had done for you.
“Randy,” you said happily, your smile was so wide. “This was the nicest thing ever, you really didn’t have to do all this.”
Randy waved it off and gestured toward the cupcakes. “C’mon Brooke, you gotta make a wish before the wax gets all over the frosting!”
You both laughed and you stood there, thinking of a wish, and then blew hard.
“Hell yeah, I hope you like them, I’m not entirely the best with baking, so try at your own peril.”
You shook your head and kissed Randy on the nose. “I already love them, don’t tempt me, I’ll eat the entire tray.” You hugged him tightly and sighed happily, the feeling of butterflies flitted around in your stomach. “I’ll have to save them for after our pizza feast if I have any room left.”
Randy pulled you along toward the couch as he plopped down and patted the spot next to him, your favorite spot on his sofa whenever you guys watched movies together. The spread was perfect for a movie night in, it’s like he thought of everything. Pizza, cheese sticks, dipping cups, he even had salad in case you wanted a different side choice. Several two liters of different drinks sat out off to the side, he planned it all out.
“You’ve really outdone yourself,” you commented as you slipped your feet under the plush comforter he had set out for you, your arm around his as you watched him shuffle through a CD cased filled with movies.
“Anything for the best girlfriend slash birthday girl, right?” he responded sweetly. “But really, it was no problem. It’s nice to just go all out every once in a while.”
“Well, you’re the best boyfriend anyone could ask for, another thing I love about you.”
Randy tensed and looked over at you. “Wait, what did you say?”
You both hadn’t said it just yet in your relationship, but you had wanted to when it felt right, and now it really did feel right. “Well uh, I love a lot of things about you, and I figured we could wait until we were ready to say it, but it didn’t feel like the right time… It felt right.”
Randy scooted closer and looked at you before he wrapped his arm around you, waiting for you to give him permission, so you nodded and he leaned in to give you the most affectionate kiss he could possibly muster. It left you sighing contently, wanting nothing more than to sit here with him forever. When he pulled away, he started to laugh.
“Damn Brookie, I didn’t know you loved me, now I feel bad for not at least going for a cake instead of cupcakes…”
Your face burned so much at the sudden nickname, you didn’t know what to do. “Stop it, Randy, you had to have known I loved you, you goof.” You playfully punched his arm and he began to bombard you with kisses that tickled your neck. Your evening was filled with laughter with your favorite person in the whole world, just you two. Tonight was more than perfect.
#tinalbion writings#randy meeks#randy meeks x B#birthday fic#scream#scream 1996#randy x B#love you SO MUCH B!!!!#Happy Birthday!!!#Hope you enjoy this#I'm nervous but I like it#He's a sweetheart
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Oh. Okay. Karlie. What a song choice! Damn!
Not like I'm countin' the days (ah, ah, ah)/But it's been twenty five (ah, ah, ah)/You're out there killin' the game (ah, ah, ah)/But damn, I miss you tonight (ah, ah, mmm)
And I'm out at a party, they're playin' our song/I cry on the dance floor, it's so embarrassing/Don't send me photos, you're makin' it worse/Cause you're so hot, it's hurtin' my feelings
I get a little lonely/Get a little more close to me/You're the only one who knows me, babe/So hot, you're hurtin' my feelings (woo)/Can't deal
Before the X rated dreamin' (ah, ah, ah)/Back on the coast to coast life (ah, ah, ah)/You know I live for the hustle (ah, ah, ah)/But damn, I miss you tonight (ah, ah, mmm)
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I guess it's time for her to do something "straight" on a Thursday.
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I wholeheartedly believe Karlie has at least 14 videos of herself trying to do this dance on her phone. And she went back and forth about posting it lol
And I fully believe this dance is witchcraft because I love it so much when it’s done well Lolol it’s so hypnotizing
Anyways here’s Charlixcx and Caroline P doing the dance lol
Post yourself doing the dance karlzzzz I for one would totally appreciate it!
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Skirt
A little Gangrust drabble about Tank and a skirt.
“I got you something.”
Tank looked up from the fish tank, he liked staring at it when he was bored. He found himself getting lost in staring at the pretty fish swim in circles and the treasure chest opening and closing rhythmically.
“What is it?” He asked, taking the small package that Lube handed him.
“Something I think you’ll like.” The usually stoic and blank engine smiled a little, reaching down to tuck a bit of stray hair behind Tank’s ear.
“I have the night shift tonight, Rusty should be home soon and Gear should be back before sundown. Stay out of trouble.” Lube called over his shoulder, blowing the larger engine a kiss before leaving their shed.
When the skull-faced diesel left, Tank tilted his head at the package.
After he opened it, he regretted.
A skirt. A pretty pink one. It had little sparkles on it.
Tank had tried skirts before, but they never sold them in his size and all were made for coaches. This one...looked like it would fit.
His face turned red. Sometimes he wore feminine things, sure, but he’d never worn a skirt before.
The skirt was really nice. It wasn’t too long or too short, and it was the loose kind that would sway if he moved the right way. The sparkles were so pretty...and it was such a nice shade of pink...
Before he knew it, he was slipping it on. Their mirror was cracked and smudged, but it would do. He smoothed it out before he looked at himself.
Huh. Not bad.
It felt...freeing. Everything was loose and breezy. It felt so different but so nice. It just barely reached his knees, but it wasn’t so short that it made him feel self conscious. It was a little tight, just the right amount of risqué for him.
His face was still red as he fixed his bangs and wiped some of the oil off of his cheeks.
He looked...pretty.
“Wow, that’s a really nice color on you.”
The shed door slammed shut and Tank jumped in surprise.
“Rusty! I-It’s not what it looks like! I j-just wanted to see how it felt!” Tank babbled on, trying to defend himself to the small steamer. Like he’d get in trouble for wearing something so feminine.
“Woah, woah, Tank, calm down. I’m not mad!” Rusty held his hands up to show that he meant no harm.
“Y-you’re not?” Tank’s hands shook nervously.
“No, why would I be mad?” Rusty tilted his head.
“Boss...he didn’t like us wearing no girly things...always yelled at me when I did...” Tank muttered.
Rusty shook his head, “Classic GB.” He remarked, “Honey, id never get mad at you for expressing yourself.”
“Ex-press-ing?” Tank tried out the word on his tongue, like he’d never said it before.
“It’s when you show things you like, or how you like to dress.” Rusty explained simply, “If you like wearing a skirt, I’m not gonna tell you not to.”
The sled door slammed open again, this time louder.
“Ugh, worked me to the bone. Might as well let me off early.” Gear groaned, rolling a tooth pick between his teeth, “Swear to Starlight, Boss is killin’ me with the schedules.”
He cracked his neck, “Rusty, babe, I could use one of your famous massages- oh damn Tank, you look fine as hell!”
Tank’s face got ten times redder and he buried his face in his hands in embarrassment, “I don’t look that good.”
“Hell yeah you do! Pink looks great on ya! It’s all shiny-like too! It suits ya!” Gear grinned, looking Tank up and down.
“Thank you...” Tank muttered, maybe feeling a smidge of confidence.
“And it makes your ass look spectacular.”
“Gear!”
There it was! Just something sweet and simple!
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a "reblog and put in the tags if you think your profile pic would have a good met gala outfit" post is going around and all i can think of is your bisexual icon bucko from baby pink just killin it on the red carpet 😩
Bucky would show up in a half-unbuttoned Dickies jumpsuit with a delicate mesh bralette on underneath and custom made 10-inch Converse high top platforms to match. The belly button piercing is out tonight, babes.
baby pink*
#thank you for the serotonin#he's a rockstar#if anyone still thinks he's straight that's their problem
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babyyyy how’ve you been? is uni treating you well? i hope ur killin’ it😉
anyways i’m here to announce that i’m on my jaemin-is-my-soulmate phase. jaemin soulmate yes. i just realized that he’s actually my type ??? like, perfectly my style. i thought hyuck was the only one in nct that fits my ideal man, but apparently jaemin does too🥰 so yeah i’m currently exploding with butterflies atm LMAO i can’t sleep🤩 i must get a boyfriend immediately or else i’ll die (nah i’m kidding)
i just… need someone to take me away from jaemin that’s all, it’s only been two years since i last had a boyfriend… so… i’m not lonely or anything👀 right?…
also, being jobless is so much fun HAHAHAHH i get to binge movies, keep up with kpop thingz, all that while still having more than enough time to study and not slack off at uni✨ it’s great
again anyways, i hope you’re doing great, eating well, drinking lots of water, studying well, earning grades you don’t regret, having lots of fun, resting well, everything!! here’s jaemin for a bit of luck😘
marry me jaems
hold tight jisung, i’ll come back to you soon T-T
hi babyyyyyy!!!!
i’m doing good! i’m on my final few days and tomorrow i’m heading back to london! ima lao seeing the new spider-man tonight and i’m DO EXCITED!!!!!!
jaemin?!? bubs i’m currently in my jisung phase (sorry jeno i’ll be back soon)
also isn’t jaemin just everyone’s type that man is HUSBAND MATERIAL and eyyyy you don’t need a boyfriend to live!! (says the most attention deprived person ever lmao 🤣)
ahhhh babes i’m in the same place like i’d deffo be happy to settle down with someone nowadays i’m just so busy i can’t go out and meet anyone :(( oh well life will sort itself out and we’ll both find someone brilliant i know it!
ahhhhhh i love being jobless at uni! legit the weekends are so nice to just go out and chill with friends and spend time alone and ugh i just love it! and yes also good to keep doing the work 🤍
i’m doing okay at looking after myself, eating well and drinking lots of water i deffo need more sleep though but when do i not 🤣🤣
make sure you’re looking after yourself too bubs!! eating well, drinking water and sleeping and don’t overwork yourself either, make sure to find time to yourself 🤍🤍🤍
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bubblegum b*** lesbian gacha life mv
Original post date: September 22nd, 2020
THE TITLE IS A JOKE its aster/zinnia. 4 my soul. they go on a date post-delta (implied to be recently post-delta)
Characters: Zinnia/Aster
Warnings: None
Wordcount: 952
Vibe: gay people
Original AN:
once again it is 3am and i am writing oneshots. when will i be stopped.
anyways ya i have no excuse for this other than this is vaguely based off a drawing my very cool and epic friend echo made
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Knock knock.
She'd been in the bathroom for a while now.
While Zinnia was content to just put on one of her nicer shirts and call it good, Aster had been in the bathroom preparing for a good 30 minutes. It's not that zinnia was impatient, it's just that... she kind of was.
"Babe? You good in there?"
"I'm almost done!" Aster replied from inside the bathroom. "Just give me a couple more minutes!"
Zinnia responded with a simple 'mhm' before going back to leaning on the wall next to the bathroom door.
It took about five minutes, and Aster finally exited the bathroom, and with her wafted the sweet scent of the perfumes she had used.
She turned to Zinnia and smiled, and moved her hair behind her ear as it fell in front of her face. Zinnia didn't know makeup well, so she couldn't really assess how much Aster had put on, but she looked absolutely stunning... as always.
"I should ask if you're the one who's good." Aster said in a teasing voice, having caught Zinnia staring. Zinnia immediately became flustered and turned away, covering her face.
"Wah, I'm sorry! It's just! Nice looking at you!"
Aster laughed and gave Zinnia a pat on the back, who joined her in laughter as she ran her hands down her face. Zinnia let the moment pass before she spoke again.
"So, should we head?"
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Zinnia opened the front door for Aster, and the chilly mountain air swept over them.
"Zin, you sure you'll be warm enough?" Aster asked, stopping as she walked out the door.
"Pshh, I'll be fine! I've lived through worse." Zinnia replied, leaning into Aster as the two exited the house.
The two would do this every so often.
Ever since moving to Sinnoh, and more specifically ever since moving to the mountains of Sinnoh, Zinnia and Aster would enjoy hiking down the trail from their house to Celestic town. There was a small 24-hour diner the two liked to visit, and it just so happened to be that tonight was date night.
They'd walk down the trail together, holding hands with their heads in the stars - as they always had been. It always came back to the stars - the confession, the promise... the stars seemed to hold all of Zinnia and Aster's hope and dreams. Pointing through the trees, Aster would walk with a sweet smile as Zinnia recalled stories of the cosmos for nobody other than her.
It was just the two of them and the galaxy.
The dim neon 'OPEN' sign flickered in the night as Zinnia and Aster finally made it to the diner. The host on duty warmly welcomed them inside, as they were used to seeing the couple come in late like this. They were escorted to a booth, where Zinnia and Aster took opposite seats from each other, and Zinnia immediately slumped down into her arms resting on the table. Aster reached over to ruffle her girlfriend's hair, which elicited an odd noise from Zinnia.
"What was that?" Aster said with a chuckle, moving her hand to play with the bead in Zinnia's hair - only causing the other woman to become even more flustered.
"You're killin' me here!" Zinnia said defensively as she swatted Aster's hand away playfully.
Even though Zinnia's snarky and sarcastic personality bled through in some instances, it almost entirely melted away around Aster. She was someone she could truly feel like herself around, even if Aster's excessive PDA embarrassed her.
The waiter eventually came, interrupting their banter. The two had already eaten for the night, and just wanted to visit the diner for dessert.
"How about pudding?" Aster asked, tapping the text on the laminated menu.
"Yea, that sounds good!"
The waiter nodded and went back into the kitchen. Since they were the only two there, it didn't take very long for the pudding to arrive. The two's conversation was interrupted when Zinnia saw the waiter carry in the pudding in a parfait glass.
"Holy shit." she said, her eyes widening. The two always got something different every time they visited the diner, and thus, has never actually ordered the pudding before. But in Zinnia's eyes, the thing was huge.
Excessive whipped cream bobbed and bounced along with the pudding underneath as the waiter set it down on the table.
"Enjoy!" they said, and Aster waved them off as they returned to the kitchen.
Aster could see Zinnia's eyes sparkle a bit as she examined the magnificent combination of whipped cream and chocolate. She picked up one of the spoons and tried finding an angle as to best dig into the dessert.
Aster giggled a bit at Zinnia's fascination, to which Zinnia replied with a playful 'nyeh' expression. Both of them continued to talk throughout the night, as the pudding glass became emptier and emptier.
They talked about a lot of things. About the past, and the present. About the episode, about Steven, about the meteor... it all seemed so distant now. They talked about it so casually, as if it wasn't some kind of majorly traumatic incident.
But that didn't matter to Zinnia, not anymore.
Because Aster was here again. She was warm, she was safe, and so was Zinnia.
Zinnia and Aster finished the pudding, though admittedly, Zinnia had eaten most of it. The two got the bill and left with a friendly wave to the host.
"Brr... it is kind of chilly now, actually." Zinnia said as they exited the heated diner.
Aster replied not with words, but by leaning into Zinnia and reaching her arm around her in a huddle. Zinnia leaned back into Aster as well.
"Let's go home."
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