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luveline · 4 months

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hi, i’m not sure if your requests are open, forgive me if not, but i’ve been thinking about bombshell!reader and spence lately. not sure if you’ve written this already or something similar, but how about them sharing a room on a case? similar to alaska.

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Spencer predicted the outcome of the roommate situation fairly quickly. Ignoring whatever data he might have in his head about the team, Spencer was always going to end up sharing with you tonight, because the universe hates him, and because you quite like him.

It's nice to be someone first choice, if nothing else. “Me and Spencer will share, obviously,” you say, holding out your hand for a keycard.

Hotch passes it over without complaint. He doesn't have to say keep it professional, you will (ish), and he doesn't have to ask Spencer if he's okay with this arrangement. Despite endless exhausting teasing, everyone knows that you and Spencer are actually friends. Or, he thinks you are.

You certainly feel quite friendly as you hike your bag higher up your arm and sew the other arm through his. “Let's go. I'm so tired I might fall asleep on the way there.”

You don't look tired. Spencer struggles to understand how every emotion you wear suits you. How every time he looks at you, you're prettier. He read a book recently on human attraction, and less factual but perhaps his most strongly believed takeaway from the book was that a person grows more attracted to the person they're attracted to, like a loop, or an ouroboros snake eating its own tail, forced over and over to make the same stupid mistake. What is he doing? Does he really think this is a good idea? Is he in love with you? How couldn't he be? You walk arm in arm to a room you're going to share and you don't care that he smells sickly of arnica and deodorant mixed together. You ignore the dark circles under his eyes, dark circles you never seem to have, always so perfect, always so you.

“This one?” you ask, coming to a stop. “Room… 108?” He takes your bag and you smile gratefully, inserting the key, and legging open the door. “Tada. Home sweet home, Dr. Reid.”

The hotel room is small and stale. Clean, sure, but questionably, with yellowing furnishings and sparse furniture. There's a double bed, two nightstands, a cubby bathroom close to the door, and a single chair near a small free standing countertop opposite of the bed, hosting a microwave and cups with hot chocolate sachets.

“Wow,” you say, beaming, immediately breaking for the bed.

“Wait, wait! We have to check for bed bugs.”

You hold your hands up in surrender.

Spencer peels the sheets back and uses the little torch on his keychain to investigate the mattress while you sit on the floor, one leg crossed beneath you and the other stretched in front of you as you sort through your clothes. You hum as you fold a shirt cleanly and make a pleased sound that may prove to give him indigestion as you unearth your pyjamas.

“Spencer, can I shower first? Do you mind?”

“I don't mind.” He turns off the torch, satisfied. “Thank you. For letting me check without being annoyed.”He says the second bit quieter than he means to.

“Why would I be annoyed?” you ask, standing up in a whirlwind of pistachio perfume. Low notes of something sweet and caramelised haunt him as you drop your hand on his shoulder. “I'm gonna shower really fast, I swear. Should we get dinner? I bet we could order something to the front desk.”

“I'll see if they have any menus.”

Sitting in bed with you, later, showered and fed and drinking microwaved hot chocolate from paper cups together, Spencer has a strange flash of pleasure. Talking to you, seeing you with your hair in its protective style for the night, your skin shining with lotions and serums, and to have the revelation that you really do have dark circles under your makeup, it all feels private and special. Because you're still undeniably beautiful, and you act like he's worth sharing that with.

He feels overwhelmed, in all honesty.

You can sense it. You do your best to calm him down.

“Finish your drink, babe,” you say, knocking him on the thigh with your knuckles. “It was a really long day.”

“I'm fine.”

“Yes, you are.” You giggle at yourself. “Sorry, I'm being serious tonight, I decided.”

“Why?” he asks, puzzled.

“I don't want to make you uncomfortable.”

“You don't.”

You put your hot chocolate on the nightstand and sink back into the pillows, looking every bit a movie star as usual despite your fresh face. It's your expression, the confidence behind them, that makes you so beautiful.

“What are you thinking?” you ask.

He looks down into his hot chocolate, swirling the drink around and around. “You're beautiful.”

It catches you off guard. You're quiet for too long, panic festering in his chest.

“You are too.” You put your hand on his thigh. When he brings his haze to your face, you've closed your eyes, a small smirk playing on your lips. “Wanna brush my teeth for me?”

“No.” You both laugh. “Sorry if that was out of the blue, before.”

“I say worse to you,” you say. “Lay down with me. We can snuggle.”

Spencer lays down. You don't snuggle, but your hand stays pressed to the side of his thigh, and the smell of your perfume lingers despite your shower. It must've been caught in your hair.

“It's weird,” you say, facing the ceiling, “I'm not tired anymore.”

“It's called learned arousal.”

Your laugh is a shock. “Oh, is it now?”

“Not like that. Are you thinking about work? If you think about certain things while you're in bed, it starts to make it so you think about those things on instinct. You've conditioned yourself.”

“I don't think so,” you say. “Well, maybe. Mostly I just think about you, Spence. And not like that.” You laugh again, so much laughter Spencer could conjure the sound from memory alone. “Sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I promise I'm not trying to harass you.”

He stares at the side of your face. “I know what you mean. I think about you too.”

“Well, good to know I'm not in this torture alone,” you say softly.

It is the worst night's sleep of Spencer's life, but he thinks he might want to do it again.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid scenario #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds #criminal minds fic #criminal minds x reader

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teddybeartoji · 2 months

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Thoughts on Massage session with bff/roommate/bf gojo [idk who to assign this thought to, I just love the 3😵‍💫]

omfgggggggggggg massage sessions with roomie!gojo........... like really random ones. you're in the kitchen, making tea or smth when he comes from the gym, groaning and moaning about how his body hurts from the last session. you hear him plop down onto the couch and you just can't NOT tease him yk. aw, poor baby. etcetc and he just groans back at you from inside the pillow.

and then you join him in the living room and he's just........... laying on his stomach on the couch and it's so hard to ignore how good his back looks....... he's been hitting the gym so much and it's clearly paying off bc he's getting bigger and bigger every day. and you kind of... do want to reward him for that.

so, you place your mug onto the coffee table and then simply sit on his lower back. he's so startled that he almost elbows you by accident but you just laugh and tell him to relax. the tips of his ears go a little red, though. he's just surprised, okay? he's not flustered at all.

you situate yourself a bit further back, so you're sitting on his ass now and he hides his face into his arms (this pose makes his biceps look fucking insane btw). you ask him where does it hurt as you're letting your hands just glide all over his back, feeling the muscles contract under your soft touch. he just grumbles out a quiet everywhere. he's kinda cute sometimes, huh.

you start making your way up from his lower back, kneading the tight muscles, really working on the places that make him tense up and hiss under his breath.

harder. a smile creeps onto your lips and you revel in the chance of teasing him again; you ask him to repeat that and it takes a whole ten seconds for him to do it but alas - a low harder, please emits from the man below you. leaning down closer to him, you blow a little air into his ear and he stirs, giving you a peek at the pout on his lips. i hate you.

you can't hold back the burst of laughter that's bubbling up because of his childish actions. i'm literally giving you a free massage and this is how you thank me? you give his hair a ruffle before continuing on his back, now with much more pressure.

you don't stop until you feel all of the knots disappearing. satoru is now completely limp under you, only a few faint groans leaving his lips every once in a while. you rub his shoulders, digging your thumbs into his delts to make sure that all of his upper body has been taken care of. you give his neck a little attention too, drawing slow gentle circles into the back of it.

as the last thing of the treatment, you inch your fingers into his hair and you're sure you just heard him purr but to your own surprise - you don't comment on it. his hair is so soft (it always is) and you're now kind of doing this for your own pleasure. you twirl a strand between your fingers and then rake all of your fingers through it like a comb. he hums and you feel it travel through his body below you.

you give his head exactly two pats before sitting back down onto his ass while dragging your fingers one final time along his back. you draw a happy face into the big canvas and then climb off of him, throwing yourself down onto the armchair next to the couch. your tea is now cold but you're not mad. how could you be when you spot his shut eyes from between his now messy hair and his bicep; his whole body is rising and falling so slowly, faint breaths leaving his lips. ok, he looks very cute like this.

+ you can find more of roomie!gojo here!

++ thank u nonnie for sending me this!!!!!!!! i love massages and i especially love them when it's just a Couple Of Friends who are doing it yk hihhihihihi

#saw the ask and i was just flooded with thoughts immediately #i love it #i think roomie!gojo n reader are very Close #kind of a couple already they're just fucking stupid #ANYWAY MWAH MWAH MWAH #angel boy #friends!!#mickey is daydreaming #welcome to apartment nr23 #gojo satoru #gojo satoru drabble #gojo satoru fluff #gojo satoru x reader #jjk gojo #jjk #jjk drabble #jjk fluff #roomie!gojo

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ihrtsevyn · 3 months

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— EVERYTHING . . . 𖤐 | j.g x reader

genre f2l, fluff, headcanons + scenarios

warnings no smut but it is a bit suggestive. no use of specific age/race/gender. no pronouns used. no use of y/n. lowercase intended. loosely proofread.

summary headcanons of the sweet, shy beginnings of you and johnnie's dating life.

requested by anon you can find the link here !!

wc 2.1k

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new relationships are meant to be awkward, you're stepping into new vulnerable territory with someone that can change your outlook on life and affect you emotionally as well as physically, for better or for worse.

there are boundaries that haven't been made yet, and miscommunication on where you lie with physical affection. and although that might be awkward, the new beginnings and shy gestures only make the relationship stronger.

. . .

— PDA

pda isn't a regular occurrence between the two of you. every time you or him initiated affection with one another in public it made you both shy. you were just now stepping out of the "best friend" stage and into lovers so everything was new and took some getting used to.

you and johnnie were shopping together at target for a few baking necessities, you were having a contest against tara and jake to see who could make the best dessert.

as you were pushing the cart and looking on the shelves for items you thought you'd need, you became slightly startled at johnnie's sudden yelling. "babe! look, they have chucky cupcake toppers." he shouted excitedly running towards you from behind.

before you could turn your head in his direction you felt one of his hands rest on your lower back that was slightly exposed, his cold rings pressed into your warm skin making the contrast of temperatures distract you from whatever he had been telling you about.

"huh? oh, uhm, those are neat. d'you wanna get them?" you asked after processing his excitement. "hell yeah." he replied with a smile before throwing them into your cart, his hand remaining on your waist.

"have you found anything cool yet? i really wanna beat jake at this after he called me a shit baker." he murmured with a small furrow of his brows.

you nodded with a hum of confirmation as you both started to make your way into the next isle. your attempts to speak were futile as you could only focus on the way his thumb slowly caressed your skin. he did it with such ease as if it was second nature to him.

"good, tara and jake don't stand a chance against us." he hummed in triumph before pressing a small kiss against your temple. at this point you were starting to feel dizzy at the amount of affection you were receiving but you loved it at the same time. you don't know where this sudden burst of confidence and tenderness came from but you never wanted it to end.

"i really like you." you blurted out of nowhere with slightly widened eyes as if you had come to a sudden revelation.

johnnie couldn't help his widening smile as he replied without hesitation, "i like you too."

— SETTING BOUNDARIES

you don't know what had gotten into johnnie, but ever since you arrived at his house with one of your friends, jamie. he had been distant, almost as if he was avoiding you. it annoyed you to no end because you couldn't recall a single thing that you had done to evoke this reaction out of him.

you were able to find him alone long into the night and pulled him aside. he reluctantly followed you with a noticeable frown on his face.

"what's wrong?" you ask as you close his bedroom door behind you two. "nothing." he replied, shrugging his shoulders before reaching for the door handle. thankfully in that moment you were faster than he was and stopped him from grabbing a hold of the door knob.

"please, just tell me what i did." you murmured, your eyebrows furrowed in worry as you searched his eyes for any type of answer. he sucked in a breath before releasing it.

you patiently waited for him to speak, removing your hand from the knob which gave him the comfort that you trusted him.

"why didn't you call me to pick you up?" he asked lowly, his eyes trained on his hands that were fiddling with his rings. "hm? wha- baby, me and jamie were both coming over so i thought it would just make sense for us to carpool." you explained.

"yeah, but...i don't know. i'm a reliable boyfriend, right?" "of course you are. i just didn't want you to do extra work." "i'd do that extra work for you. i want to do it for you."

you smiled, you were endeared more than anything and all annoyance had left. "and you can. but in the future, if you're upset with me please, just talk to me. ignoring each other won't make our problems and insecurities go away." you suggested, wrapping your arms around his neck.

he hummed in agreement with a growing smile, all while wrapping his arms around your waist. "okay, i promise to communicate. and im sorry for making you worried."

"apology accepted."

— FIRST KISS

date nights with johnnie was one of your favorite things to do. you loved spending time with him so anything you two decided to do would be time well spent. this time around johnnie and you were in his house, having a night in together.

both of you were freshly showered with smooth, clear skin from your 3 hour long self-care time. you and johnnie found yourself in the living room together watching horror movies and playing board games.

there were loads of snacks and drinks surrounding the both of you along with a takeout box of food the both of you shared.

"ugh, you're such a cheater, johnnie." you groaned with a frown as you pulled 8 cards from the uno pile. he let out one of his giggles as he looked between his two cards that he had left. "or maybe you're just really bad." he replied, setting down another card before loudly shouting 'uno!'

you paused, a small mischievous smile started to grow on your face which made johnnie raise a questioning brow at you. before he could ask you had got up from your seat and tried to snatch his card, unfortunately he was too fast for you and cradled the card to his chest. "hey!" he shouted out, his laughs increasing as you continued trying to fight for his card.

"let me see your card!" you shouted through giggles as you climbed over him, reaching for his card. "no, you cheater!" he squeaked out as he continued to hold it from your grabby hands. even when johnnie tried his best to keep the card from you, you still were able to maneuver from his grip.

"thank you!" you triumphantly yelled out, but before you could celebrate any further johnnie had you pinned under him, hovering over you with squinted eyes and quivering lips as he tried to hide his smile.

"give me my card." he spoke quietly, his eyes trailing down to it clutched to your chest. you shook your head 'no', any and all words refusing to slip past your lips.

"is there anything i could do in exchange for my card back?" he asked in a whisper, his eyes trailing back and forth from your eye to your lips. unconsciously you bit your bottom lip, wanting the same thing as him. "maybe one thing." you softly said, both of you inching closer until you were sharing the same breath.

he stared into your eyes for a moment, a look of desperate need filtered behind his eyes. "is this okay?" he asked, touching the tip of his nose against yours. you could only hum in response before your lips collided. you truthfully can't remember who kissed who, but all you know is that you never wanted it to end.

— FIRST FIGHT

you can't really remember what led up to the intense moment, all you know is that you wanted it to end. you and johnnie had been at each others throat for over an hour now and you were starting to get tired. both of you tried to keep your voices calm and soft when addressing the other, but this time around something had gotten to both of you enough for you to yell and curse each other out.

you let out a pathetic sigh, letting your head fall into your hands. before you could stop yourself you felt the tears falling, your sobs being muffled by your hands. The room stilled in silence at the sound of your cries, Johnnie's rage completely sub-sided when he turned to face you. Seeing your curled up form on the edge of the bed made any sense of anger dissipate as he made his way towards you.

"god, i'm so sorry, baby." he murmured before sitting next to you, pulling your body into his arms. whatever you two were arguing about couldn't have been so serious to make you burst into tears. he slowly dragged both of your bodies further onto the bed before laying down and pulling your body onto his. he pulled one of your legs over his torso, one of his arms wrapped around your shoulder while his other hand rested on your lower thigh.

he pressed a small kiss to your forehead as your cries died down. "i'm sorry we fought." you whispered, nuzzling your head into his neck. "i am too...let's not fight like this again, alright?..i hate seeing you so upset, baby."

you slowly nodded before lifting your head up enough to make direct eye-contact with him. his blue eyes were clouded with tears that hadn't yet fallen. before he could release another breath you brought one of your hands up to his face, turning his head towards yours and connecting your lips. so much affection and remorse went into the kiss, promising to yourselves that in the future you'll be better, for each other.

— FIRST I LOVE YOU

a long night of drinking and hanging out with your friends was finally coming to an end. you wobbled into your apartment, johnnie not too far behind as he had one of his hands on your lower back, trying desperately to keep you steady after your countless stumbles and shaky balance.

not many words had been exchanged between the two of you as johnnie guided you to your bedroom. "wait right here, i'll be back soon, okay?" he demanded softly. his hand that rested on your check slowly slipped away as he made his way out of the bedroom and somewhere off into your apartment.

you slowly started to undress, removing your shoes first and sluggishly removing the rings and necklaces you had decided to wear. johnnie came back into the room with a glass of water, setting it on your nightstand before walking off into your bedroom, shuffling around and grabbing whatever he thought he'd need.

the house was serene and comfortable. you couldn't do much but watch johnnie in admiration as he took care of you. he removed your makeup and frequently took breaks to give you sips of water when he felt like you went too long without it. "don't ever get this drunk without me around, kay?" he quietly reprimanded as he slid your pajama pants on.

you only nodded, fighting off the sleep as best as you could as he pulled the blankets up to your chin. "are you staying?" you asked hopefully. he faltered in his steps when throwing your clothes into your laundry hamper. "if you want me to." "i always want you to."

you fought your sleep ruthlessly while johnnie got himself ready to join you. your eyelids grew heavier by the second and your entire body felt glued to the mattress. your eyes fluttered open at the sound of a gentle laugh. "you didn't have to wait for me." he said quietly while getting himself comfortable into the spot next to yours.

"yeah, but i wanted to."

johnnie only hummed in response as he got cozy under the heavy covers. "johnnie." you whispered, turning your body towards his fully. "yes, baby."

"i love you."

the room fell into complete silence as johnnie slowly shifted towards you. "what did you say?"

"i appreciate how much you do for me johnnie...and i love you. i-i promise im not drunk either, i've sobered up a lot actually. i just...i just realized how much you mean to me."

he yanked your body into his embrace, a small oomf falling from your lips at the impact of colliding with his chest. "i love you more. so much more than you could imagine." he breathed out, his voice slightly cracking in the process as he was filled with so much emotion. "i loved you yesterday, i love you tonight, tomorrow, and will continue to love you each day after that."

a/n: got a little carried away w/ this one ngl lol. hope you guys still enjoyed and thank you for requesting, i love writing for you guys <3 :)

#johnnie guilbert fic #johnnie guilbert fluff #johnnie guilbert headcanons #johnnie guilbert imagine #johnnie guilbert x reader #johnnie guilbert scenarios #johnnie guilbert

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aeyumicore · 2 months

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☾ .⭒˚ untitled teaser ♡ zayne x afab reader

⋆.˚ ☾ pairing: zayne x afab!reader

☾ .⭒˚ genre: teaser, smut, pwp

☾ .⭒˚ a/n: i wasn't gonna post a teaser but i cannot be stopped i have no self control LMAO. this will drop tomorrow night or friday night. it's looking like a 10k worder, i am deranged. POSSESSIVE JEALOUS ZAYNE I LOVE HIM <3. also the matthew referenced in this smut is completely fictional, i could not bring myself to use greyson i love him and zayne too much LOL. as always not proofread.

⋆.˚ ☾ 18+ only ☾ .⭒˚ minors dni ⋆.˚ ☾ 18+ only ☾ .⭒˚ minors dni ⋆.˚ ☾ 18+ only ☾ .⭒˚

“he couldn’t at least accompany you? make sure you were safe?” you can tell zayne is angry by the way his feet taps uncharacteristically against the floor, “taken you home?”

his questions remind you of your enormous and embarrassing blunder today and you feel so incredibly bad for matthew. and so against your better, albeit drunken, judgment, you yell, “he left because i was thinking of you, okay? matthew was a gentleman, he was funny, kind, nice, and charming, and yet i was thinking of you. and so i went to a bar and got drunk all on my own, okay?”

“you were thinking of me?” zayne’s voice is a mix of surprise and teasing, which just infuriates you.

“i am always thinking of you zayne! i thought about you at dinner, i thought about you when we watched the sunset and i thought about you when he kissed me,” you explode, your drunken lack of inhibitions leaving nothing out.

zayne’s face is unreadable, but there’s a heat in his eyes that makes you tremble, “you were thinking of me when he kissed you?”

unable to bear it anymore, you burst out, “yes zayne, and when he kissed me i called out for you!” the confession tumbles out of your mouth before you can think twice about it. it takes you a while to realize what you’d just blurted out and you bury your face in your hands, screaming internally.

you feel his strong hands grab your wrists, prying your hands away from your face, wanting to see you, “you called for me?” his question is amused as it is intrigued and it frustrates you to no end, the mortification weighing heavily on your mind.

“don’t tease me right now zayne, “ you warn weakly, “i am always thinking about you. but you…” your voice trails off to a shallow whisper, “you don’t seem to think about me.”

zayne is silent but his eyes are as intense as you’ve ever seen them, staring into you.

finally, he speaks, voice filled with indiscernible emotions, “is that what you really think? that i don’t think about you?”

“do you really think i waited 5 hours for you to come back because i don’t think about you?” your breath catches in your throat at the pure and raw growl in his voice.

before you can respond, he continues, “i think about you every second of every day. i thought about you all day, thought about you on your date with matthew.”

zayne shifts so that his hand leaves your knee and grabs your face with both his large hands, “i thought about him getting to hear your voice, get to touch you…kiss you. it drove me insane.”

your feelings churn in your stomach and into your chest, making it hard to breathe. the way zayne is looking at you, his hands holding your face so possessively, threatens to stop your heart altogether.

“w-why?”

zayne doesn’t speak, and you watch as his eyes flutter to your parted lips as you pant out your breaths, eyes fighting to stay open amidst all the tension.

“why did you push me to go then?”

his eyes force themselves into yours, as if unwilling to leave your lips, “i made a mistake.”

his revelations quickly sober you up, and you’re left feeling vulnerable but bold. you softly grab a fist full of his tie, and pull him closer. you can faintly hear him groan under his breath, but he lets himself be guided towards you. your lips are so close you’re inhaling each other in, and you beg gently, “kiss me, zayne.”

#love and deepspace #l&ds smut #lads smut #zayne love and deepspace #zayne smut #teaser #love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace zayne #love and deepspace smut #love and deep space smut #l&ds #lads #love and deepspace x you

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kaizokuniichan · 3 months

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Discord and also this post of mine got me in my Kid feelies so I finally got the courage to write a lil somthin for my angry little flower 💋

Not super smutty but MDNI as always.

The first time Kid has sex he blurts out I love you and vows to never say it ever again. He remains emotionally immature and it’s especially apparent when you join the crew. His attraction to you annoys him, and he makes it everyone’s problem including you. He is. Insufferable. Everything you do seems to piss him off, and yet even when you do your damndest to stay out of his way he always seems to find you.

It gets to the point where you complain to Killer about it, and he tries to calm you down and convince you it’s not personal (it is). Killer tells Kid he needs to get his shit together and sort out his feelings (Kid denies) or he’s going to lose you. Kid doesn’t care if you stay or leave, not until the day you get so fed up with his barrage of insults that you begin to pack your bags.

But he stops you before you can hop off the ship at the next island, and he drags you back to his workshop where he forbids you to leave (him). You start to yell how you don’t understand what his problem is, you’ve done everything to stay out of his way what more do you want? Clearly you’re not good enough—not for him or his crew. And this makes his eyebrows raise—or at least the place where they should be. What do you mean you’re not good enough? He’d handpicked you himself, obviously you’re more than capable. Kid doesn’t allow any slouches in his crew.

“So? What is your problem?” His brain short circuits as he’s finally faced with dealing with and accepting his feelings for you in the span of 5 seconds. And then, he snaps. Grabbing your face and crushing his lips with yours, the kiss is surprisingly not as rough as one would think. You’re shocked, taken aback, and absolutely turned on. Of course you’d noticed how hot your captain was, it’s one of the reasons that made this all so frustrating. Beyond the scowls and barking orders there were heated looks and shortened personal bubbles. So you sigh and lean into the kiss because finally this man whom, despite his brutish personality and you’ve begrudgingly been infatuated with, has at last revealed that he wants you.

You don’t immediately tear each other’s clothes off that night or onward, but there’s an obvious shift in your relationship that becomes more than obvious to everyone else. No longer does he grumble when in your presence—he shows the utmost patience and respect for you. And whenever you’re not around he’ll drop whatever he’s doing to come find you and bring you back with him.

When he drinks he becomes much more handsy, wrapping his flesh arm around you and whispering in your ear how hot you look and to come by his room later, which you do.

And before the lock on his door clicks the two of you crash into each other like waves in a storm—fitting for a man with the power and might of a hurricane. He picks you up and you revel in the contrasting touch between his arms—one flesh, and one that represents the very essence of him. And as the two of you rut against the wall, mouths spilling intermingled gasps and groans and curses, Kid realizes in that moment why he’d been so afraid of accepting you. You were the veins crawling throughout his nervous system, starting at his heart. You’d taken hold of him and held every bit of it in your hands. And frighteningly he was going to allow you to keep it.

#myfic #eustass kid x reader #eustass kid x you #eustass kid #I never know what else to tag these as #bravely posting this at 11:30pm

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just-a-torn-up-masterpiece · 10 months

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bred from boredom

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emily prentiss x fem!reader

18+: smut; emily has a penis, blowjob, daddy kink, slight degradation and praise, choking, unprotected p in v, fingering, oral, breeding kink; brief mentions of vomit, food and pregnancy

a/n: my pussy wrote this, she’s an author (also it feels a little rushed in hindsight but blame her idk) maybe she’s ovulating

wc: 1.8k

papa em

Emily looked perfect today, as she does every other day, and you were bored. However awful it sounds you were hoping for a case just so you could leave the uncomfortable desk chair you were swinging back and forth instead of finishing off your paperwork.

So instead, you let your mind wander, staring at nothing in particular whilst you thought of Emily. Of her exposed arms from her rolled-up shirt sleeves, the belt whose shining buckle you’d felt against you when you embraced her this morning. And the way she looks behind her desk; you can see her from where you’re sat, head down and focused on files, and you know she looks stunning. It’s not uncommon for you to feign an excuse just to see her behind it, posture perfect with a glow of authority.

You thought back to just last night. How she’d touched you and how her lips had kissed your neck. She treats you oh so well, it’s only polite to return the favour - especially considering the meetings she’s had to attend this morning.

You cleared your throat along with a knock on her open door, feeling that giddy thrum of your heart when her tense gaze completely melted at the sight of you. The small frown easily turned into a grin and the rigidness of her shoulders disappeared.

“Hi,” she smiled, discarding the pen in her hand eagerly.

“Afternoon, chief,” you returned with a light smirk, shutting the door behind you whilst she shifted in her chair.

“What’re you doing?” she muttered, eyebrow raised in amusement as you rounded her desk.

“Well, I thought, since our wonderful chief is oh so busy,” you started, bending down to press a kiss to her cheek with your lips ghosting her skin with your words. “Going to so many meetings, answering so many phone calls, and giving her pretty head a migraine. I thought maybe she deserves a little stress relief,” you shrugged with an innocence she saw right through and trailed your hand down her chest, stopping at the buckle of her belt before cupping her bulge through the material.

“Did you now, princess?” she breathed, pulling your face closer to claim your lips with hers, pushing her hips into your hand slightly for a little bit of friction. She sighed into your mouth at the way you palmed at her dick, feeling her getting harder by the second. “I think it might be because you’ve got a filthy mind and you wanna get out of doing work,” she muttered with a smile but her eyes were dark and playful so you knew she wasn’t the least bit mad. “But maybe if you’ll be a good girl for daddy, I’ll give you a treat when we get home, hm?”

You nodded obediently and you soon heard the metallic sound of her belt being undone, pushing your hand into her underwear to take hold of her hardening length. your mouth practically watered at the sight, stroking your hand along her cock as you kissed her.

Precum leaked from the tip from your actions and Emily soon guided your head downwards, a silent instruction for you to take your place between her spread legs, kneeling on the ground with her hand in your hair.

Your lips soon wrapped around the head of her cock and she groaned at the feeling, pushing you down until it filled your mouth.

“C’mon baby, I know you can take it,” she uttered, subconsciously moving her hips along with the bobbing of your head; reveling in the tongue you ran along her length as you did so. The way the head nudged at the back of your throat made you moan against her and the sound only made her cock twitch, aching for her release.

“Fuck, so good, honey,” she moaned. “Just a little more.”

Her fingers curled in your hair, nails digging into your scalp whilst you swallowed her down, massaging her shaft with your lips. With a groan she released her load into your throat, fucking your mouth until she was done and you consumed every drop she gave you.

When you pulled away she wiped the corner of your lips with a fond smile, her eyes lusting and cheeks flushed pink.

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She’s a woman of her word and your reward had you on your back with Emily straddling your body; a flurry of heated kisses as soon as the front door shut behind you with a hurry to the bedroom. She’d been longing for you all afternoon.

“My perfect, little, slutty girl,” she spoke against your skin, punctuating each word with a kiss to your chest. “You’ve been so good for daddy.”

The rasp of her voice made your hips lift into hers on their own accord, desperate for the clothes to be out of the way. And as though she’d read your mind, her hand dipped past the waistband of your trousers with a bite of her lip at the wetness she found.

You whined slightly at the feeling of her digits easily sliding through your folds, hoping for her to release some of the tension that had been caused by your musings of her.

“You’re desperate, hm?” she whispered, pulling your trousers past your hips along with your underwear. “You’ve been getting yourself all worked up haven’t you?”

“Yes, daddy,” you nodded, shivering at the feel of her kisses trailing down your body, admiring you as though you were a precious sculpture. “Please touch me- I need you,”

Your feeble mutter made her groan and the way you arched your body upwards only hastened her movements. A scattering of kisses pressed to your inner thighs before they made contact with your soaked pussy, immediately sucking onto your clit in a way that made you moan out above her. You weren’t going to last long, especially not with the tongue that lapped at your slit, flicking over your bud perfectly.

Her own moan vibrated against you when your hand buried itself into her hair, pulling at the locks to keep her against you, bringing you closer and closer to your release.

Your thighs clamped around her head when she brought you over the edge for the first time, heat flowing through your body as she devoured each drop of you she could.

She rid herself of her own clothes while you gasped for breath, smirking cockily at the way you gawked at her - the way you always do.

“Fuck, you’ve got me so hard, princess.”

She pumped her own dick in her hand, showing you just how throbbing pleasuring you had gotten her, only grunting more at the hand you slid along her shaft.

“Wanna fill you up. I wanna see your belly all swollen and full with my baby inside,” she rasped out, rubbing her own precum across her cock. “You want that? Want me to breed you like my filthy little bitch?”

You’d never heard her say it before but the thought made your head swim, unable to verbalise an answer you opted for guiding her dick to your soaked entrance, reveling in the head of it stretching you. Emily inched into you slowly, savouring every second, looking down at you with her hand squeezing at your throat, svelte fingers digging into your skin while she eased into you.

She began a steady rhythm of her hips, filling your cunt with her cock and you pulled her into you, breasts pushed against each other and her lips claiming yours in a bruising kiss. Your nails scratched at her back with the way you held onto her, lost in the throes of pleasure with each perfectly aimed thrust into you.

The teeth that dug into the flesh of your neck were sure to leave marks behind, you know she’ll appreciate them with hungry eyes tomorrow.

“You’re takin’ me so well,” she panted out against you, barely able to take part in anything but sloppy kisses with how close she was to cumming, feeling the walls of your pussy clench around her pulling her into you deeply. “That feel good?” she asked when you moaned at a particularly good snap of her hips so, eager to please, she continued, holding tightly onto your waist.

“God, cum in me please.” Your voice was barely coherent, words mumbled through shared moans and heavy breaths that filled the bedroom along with the slaps of skin against skin.

It didn’t take much more for you to cum again onto her dick and, in turn, for Emily to fill your cunt with her seed. She watched it spill from your hole, her cock slick with both of your arousals, fucking her cum into you.

“Fuck,” she sighed with her cheeks hot and sweat sticking hairs to her forehead. “Gonna put a baby in you, sweet girl.”

Her voice was doting when she pulled out of you, swiping her fingers through the juices that dripped from you, pushing them past your lips for you to taste; you cleaned them as she instructed, tasting her and you on your tongue until she pushed them back into your cunt for one more round - she knew you could take it.

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It was a day not too different from that one a month or so prior; work was slow and you’d all taken a break from the laborious red tape in favour of sharing a casual lunch in the conference room.

But the mere sight of what is usually your favourite Chinese takeout made you nauseous, saliva pooling in your mouth at the smell.

“You okay?” JJ asked you worriedly, eyeing the way your lips had paled and the container you’d pushed aside after just one bite.

“Mhm, just feel a little nauseous,” you nodded quickly, your stomach churning more and more.

“Are you sure? You were okay this morning,” Emily added in concern; she pressed the back of her hand against your forehead but didn’t find the fever she’d expected.

“I dunno, I-“ but your words were cut off by the lurching of your body; luckily after spending so much time in this room, you knew there was a bin nearby and it thankfully caught the contents of your stomach.

“Oh, honey,” Emily cooed, stroking her hand over your back while you gratefully took the tissue Penelope offered to you to wipe your mouth. “Do you need to take a couple days off?”

“Uh, Em, I'm not sure it’s that sort of sickness,” you whispered so only she could hear, reaching into her pocket to where you knew she kept peppermint gum.

“What do you mean?”

You huffed a laugh at the clueless look on her face, flitting your eyes to her crotch and back to hers with a laugh which she returned with widened eyes of surprise.

“Oh.”

#emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss #emily prentiss x female reader #emily prentiss x you

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leclerced · 5 months

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OMGOMGOMG WAIT MORE ON THAT- throat training with lan

ohhhhhhhmygod hed stretch out you throat with his long thick fingers and tut at how you gags and choke at them every second bc how are u ever meant to take his dick in ur throat if u can’t even handle 2 fingers

he’d be grinning so much too he’s such a little shit. he wouldn’t stop talking either, at first he’d let her just suck on them to get used to the feeling and he’d be nice, “that’s it pretty, suck on my fingers. just like that…. doing so good.” when he thinks she’s ready, or he gets impatient, he’d ask if he can start fucking her mouth with them and she’d bat her eyelashes at him and nod. he’d go slow at first, pressing his fingers to the back of her throat and letting her throat relax around his fingers before he presses them deeper and pulls them back quickly. she’s surprised when they press back in just as quickly, and she barely holds the gag back. he can feel her throat tensing around him and for the first few thrusts she holds back the gagging, but nobodies perfect! so ofc she starts gagging around his fingers and he’d sigh like he’s disappointed. “oh honey, you were doing so good for me, what happened?” she’d whine around his fingers as he pressed his fingertips against her tongue before sliding them back, making her gag again. tears would well up in her eyes and she’d try to pull his fingers from her mouth. he’d tut and shake his head, “don’t you wanna learn pet?”

she’d nod and he’d keep going, pressing his fingers to the back of her throat each time and he’d decide to reward her since she was being so good for him. he’d slide his free hand from her waist to between her legs and slip her soaked panties to the side, swiping a finger through her folds to feel how wet she was. “think can take two more?” she’d nod and a moment later two fingers are pressing into her and curling inside her, moving in sync with the ones in her mouth. she’d barely gotten used to one to start, so the sudden thickness and length of two of his fingers stretching her cunt would make her jaw go slack as she gasps. lando would moan at how tight and wet she is, his fingers easily slipping in and out making crude sounds, and jesus christ he could feel everything. he’d revel in the choked moans that slip past her lips as he begins rubbing her clit with his thumb while he fucks her mouth and cunt with his fingers. he’d only pull his fingers out of of her mouth when he feels her getting close because she usually bites him when she cums, and he doesn’t want to lose any fingers by accident.

#ask #anon #ln4 #lando norris smut #ln4 blurb

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cherryredstars · 8 months

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Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

Warnings: Some Fluff, Talk of Death/Afterlife, Suggested Depression, Suggested Self-Harm, Suggested Breakdown, Suggested Anxiety, Light Smut

Word Count: 3.7K

“I recognized you instantly. All of our lives flashed through my mind in a split second. I felt a pull so strongly towards you that I almost couldn't stop it.” ― J. Sterling

It was a hot and humid day. The type of days Miguel hates the most in September because the heat made him uncomfortable and the humidity made his hair frizzy and lose its shape. It was even worse while sitting in a stuffy classroom with ACs that never worked. The rooms were always filled with the strong smell of teenage bodies and dust from janitorial neglection over the summer months. In addition, the beginning weeks of school were a bore with nothing to actually do but sit there and listen to underpaid teachers repeat the same school rules they hear in the beginning of every school semester.

He was sure he was about to fall asleep at that moment. The heat made him drowsy and the monotone voice of his teacher morphed into white noise. It was nearing the end of the day anyways, and too early into the school year for any teachers to give enough of a shit to write anyone up. He couldn’t take another second of school expectations and the disgusting mix of AXE body spray and floral perfume. But, now when he thinks back on that boring class, he can’t take it on himself to fully hate it. Because, in the same second that he looked toward the clock above the door to check the time, his life changed forever.

It was instant. Maybe not instant instant, but it was just quick enough to call it instant. She had come in late. Very late with a chest that heaved and tried to keep her rapidly beating heart in her body. Sweat made the front pieces of her hair stick to her face, flushed from the way she had run down the hall to make it to class. Of course, in that moment Miguel found her less than ideal, but he knows now that even in that stuffy school uniform the academy mandated every student to wear, she was the most beautiful goddamn thing that walked the entire earth. And when she spoke to give her name for attendance, a voice and name that will haunt Miguel until he takes his last breath, he knew their lives would be forever intertwined.

That thought was concrete the second you had walked down the same row of desks as him, stopping at the desk directly in front of him. The smell of sweetness and a bit of sweat, a smell that only comes to him in the early mornings when he isn’t really awake or asleep, instantly overpowered any other smell in the room. If he skips ahead, he can remember nearly every instance in which he leaned his stomach against the hard edge of the desk to get a stronger smell, everytime he held up a piece of your hair to his face, everytime he snuck out of your bedroom window smelling like you after spending the night making love. But, Miguel is a man who follows a strict timeline, who revels in the chronological order of things.

Instead, he focuses on the first time he had the chance to talk to you. Despite you being only a desk away, it took a few months to hold an actual conversation that was more than, “Do you have an extra pencil?” or “Did you write down the last bullet of that slide?” Despite the lack of communication, the younger Miguel had developed a slight crush on you. He had seen you in the halls between classes and he focused more on you than on the board in class. In all honesty, the delay in conversation was purely your fault. You were an energetic girl, not popular but well known. Someone was always talking to you at your desk in the beginning and end of class. Always laughing with you about something stupid that happened early that day, always asking for help for an upcoming test or assignment, always taking up your time. He could never be mad about it, though. Even if it meant he had lost an extra few months with you. It was okay because even if those months weren’t with you, they were of you. Months filled with the sound of your voice, the addicting sound of your laugh, the glimpses of your smile and shiny eyes. Moments that fill his head when he sleeps at night and when he gets lost in a daydream.

You had turned to him, asking him about some party one of his friends at the time was planning because he had turned 18. They’re simple, small questions: “What was the address again?”, “Anyone is invited, right?”, “What’s the dress code? Is there a theme?”, “Are you going?”. He had to bite his tongue to stop from scaring you off with manic answers. Yes, anyone is invited but don’t bring some random guy with you. Bring me with you instead. The dress code doesn’t matter because you’ll look stunning in anything you wear. I only want to go if you go.

“You… only want to go if I go?” You had asked. Your voice was decorated with a confused giggle and your ears had glowed pink.

Miguel blinked up at you with his own confusion. He had yet to realize his last words had bubbled out of his chest until you were giggling and eyeing him shyly. He was quick to cover his face as it grew warm, and he let out a groan while cursing himself. You had laughed harder then, eyes shining with a build-up of tears as you clutched your stomach. Miguel had spread his fingers slightly so he could peak through them. You were a sight to behold with that enchanting laughter and infatuating smile. He couldn’t keep himself from smiling against his palms. When you had finally reduced your amusement to a toothy smile, you had gently pried Miguel’s hands off his face just enough to see him.

He was sure he looked stupid, mouth slightly agape and eyes wide over the fact you were touching him. Your hands were warm and small against his and he swore his heart was trying to rip open his chest so it could run to you. He almost went dizzy when your thumb stroked his hands in a comforting manner in hopes of easing his embarrassment. He had never wanted to kiss someone so badly before. Would you have minded? God he really hoped you wouldn’t.

“Miguel?” You sang, a teasing smile on your face as you looked at him, “Are you there?”

Say it again. Say my name again, please. You’re the only person ever allowed to say it ever again. God, he was losing his mind. He still is losing it over you. Every goddamn day. Miguel doesn’t think he’ll ever get it back. You took it from him. His mind, his body, his soul. You took everything from him. It’s yours. It’s yours, it’s yours, it’s yours.

Please, give it back to me.

When he had finally responded to you, your smile had shone brighter and you asked him a question that still leaves his mind dumbstruck when he thinks back on it: What time do you want to pick me up? He remembers the way his breath flew out of his lungs, how his heart had paused and then started running again. Remembers the way your throat bobbed slightly, probably because you had regretted asking the question or maybe, he hopes this is why because he never thought to ask you, maybe because you were nervous too. Just maybe you had wanted to talk to him before this life altering moment. Maybe, somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew you were tied to this fool of a boy too.

He had stuttered out a pathetic ‘what?’ and you had rolled your eyes playfully in response. You ditched repeating the question and had instead given him a time and your address before getting up as the bell rang. While you walked out the door with a small wave and big smile, Miguel sat there in an astonished daze blinking at the board. Time seemed to stop as everyone else around him started walking past him to their next classes. It wasn’t until his friend walked past, jolting him with a slap on the back and a whispered, ‘good work, dude’ before walking out the door that he came back to his senses. It was only then that the conversation finally registered in Miguel’s dazzled brain. He leaned forward and hid his face in his hands again as he closed his eyes and his mouth formed a large smile.

He had a date. He had a date with you.

His shoulders shook with a silent, delirious laugh.

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Miguel knew he was in love. Or, he knew he was going to be in love. It’s complicated to describe, that nagging feeling that wasn’t exactly scary but wasn’t completely comforting either. It’s even weirder feeling it. Having your mind constantly crying out go home, go home, go home but your body pulls you away from every building and straight towards another body like you’re tethered together. Like he’s tethered to you. Sometimes, when Miguel closes his eyes and really concentrates, he can still feel that sharp tug at the center of his chest that tries to bring him somewhere that he tries to get further and further away from.

He can’t lie and say it wasn’t the big things that made him think, know, he was in love. Because it was. But it was also the small things. Like when you found out what his favorite color was, yellow despite popular belief, and how you had come into school the next week with your nails done in the exact shade you had made him show you on his phone. Or that time he had seen your phone light up in class and your display had revealed that you were listening to the same song he was mumbling under his breath the day before on repeat. It was the collection of those small details that made his heart beat a bit faster and for his smile to tick up behind his hand.

And it was that first kiss. That damned first kiss that Miguel can still feel ghosting against his lips. That he feels on his bad days like some sort of silent encouragement that he will get through it. Swears those phantom lips are what pulls him out of his night terrors as if to protect him as he pants and cries in those late hours. The same kiss that he wishes he could feel forever and ever and simultaneously burn from memory. Sometimes, he thinks about pulling some poor, unsuspecting stranger off the street and kissing them to see if it would feel the same. When he thinks like that, he instantly goes to the bathroom and dry heaves until his throat hurts. Of course it would never feel the same, what a silly idea. What a betrayal and discourtesy towards you to even entertain the idea.

The kiss had happened weeks after the party. In between those two moments had been brushed hands, glances in the hallways, and not so subtle flirting whispered during lessons. Each moment had Miguel’s face flushing and heart racing. It left him with a craving for you. So, when you had invited him to study with you in the library, he had eagerly nodded despite knowing he would ace the test without looking over any of his notes. He would be too busy looking at you either way to focus on his chicken scratch.

You hadn’t gotten much studying done that day either. Instead, Miguel had distracted you with whispered words in your ears that caused you to quietly giggle and smile up at him. He can remember every detail. From the way your cheeks grew to match the pink of your lips, how you had fiddled with the mechanical pencil in your hand, how your eyes had twinkled as you leaned towards him. He remembers how you had grabbed his hand, a soft and gentle touch, asking him to come with you to find a book you needed. Remembers how you had pulled him towards the back shelves filled with encyclopedias with bug-bitten pages. Can still remember the slight dizzy feeling he had when you pulled him around one of the old bookshelves and pressed him into it. Can still feel the hands pressed against his chest to hold him in place as you peaked around the corner in case anyone was coming over. He remembers the notes he chuckled as he asked you what you were doing. Can see the smile you gave him before you pulled him down for the only kiss that will ever matter in his entire life.

Your lips were soft and tasted like the cherry lip gloss you wore. He had furrowed his brows as his hands came to squeeze your waist while he moved his mouth over yours. He memorized the trail your hands took as they traveled up his chest and tangled in his hair. He can replicate the way his vocal cords shifted as he let out that satisfied groan when you allowed him to slip his tongue into your mouth. If he were to look down at his hand right now, he could swear the creases of his palms still have your sticky gloss stuck in them from when he had turned you around to press you against the shelves, but his desperation caused books to fall and his hand went to cover your mouth as you pulled away and started laughing. He had smiled down at you and buried his head in the crook of your neck to muffle his own laughter. He never regretted getting detention for the next few days when the librarian had found the both of you. It just gave him more chances to kiss you when the detention instructor fell asleep.

It was during one of those detention kisses that he had whispered against your lips to be his girlfriend. You had answered with another kiss and a delighted yes.

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It had been a month or two after the one year anniversary that he finally made love to you. It was sometime in the later months of senior year. Another hot and humid day. But instead of being in a classroom, he had been in your room. Miguel remembers that your sheets had been white with a small flower print, throw pillows and blankets making up for the lack of color. They were soft under the material of his jeans as he held you while you cried.

On that day, your usually clean room was in shatters. Things ripped from your walls, notebooks and papers shoved off your desk, clothes taken off hangers and thrown on the floor. The only things that had survived had been pictures of the two of you and your bed. He had gotten a call from your frantic mother, begging him to come calm you down. That he was the only one that can get through the fog in your mind. He had rushed over, your mother opening the door for him so he could run up the stairs to your room. When he had thrown open the door, his chest broke in a way that made it almost impossible to breathe. He rubs his chest whenever he thinks back to it, like the heartbreak is still there.

You had thrown yourself in a corner, sobbing and rocking yourself back and forth in a way to seek comfort. The mess of your room had surrounded you, barricading you from everything else. When the door knocked into the wall, your face had left your arms and tear-beaded lashes blinked up at him. You had cried harder when you had seen him. He had strived towards you, picking you up easily off the ground and away from the chaos on your floor. He cradled you in his arms, your legs wrapping around his hips as you cried tears into his T-shirt. He had whispered soft, caring words into your ear, an arm wrapped around your waist and a hand in your hair.

You had cried for another hour, hiccuping watery words about a scary future. A life of uncertainties and insecurities. A life where you ended up alone and scared and desperate to get by. A world where dreams don’t exist and your greatest fears consume you. Days where you don’t know how to get out of bed and shut up the nasty voices in your head. Minutes where you’re tempted to listen to them and then the hours that follow where you hate yourself for contemplating it. If Miguel were to go into his closet right now, he can find the same shirt he wore. A single shoulder lingering with black splotches of mascara that never fully washed away. Each splotch represents a worry you had trusted him with.

He had pressed you closer to him, whispering ‘it’s not your fault’, over and over and over again until his throat ached and your cries had died down to soft trembling. Another hour was spent in silence as he had just held you. His hands playing mindlessly with your hair and your breath tickling his neck. The sun had begun to set and a golden glow had lit up your bed in a yellow color.

“It’s your favorite shade,” You had whispered in a broken voice. It was scratchy and rough. Miguel thought it sounded just as lovely as it always has. It reminds him of a pipe organ, beautiful but sad.

He had to turn around to see what you were talking about. He turned his head slightly to see your hand outstretched, fingers playing as the light spilled from them. He can’t remember a time where you looked so peaceful. He had watched your hand, before nodding his head in agreement. “Yes, it is.”

He reached his hand out, taking a hold of yours gently and connecting his fingers with yours like a puzzle. He brought his hands back towards the both of you, bringing it up to his lips and kissing your knuckles. He watched your eyes, red and puffy from crying. He held your hand to his mouth for a while, his thumb stroking the skin. When he had finally dropped your hand, you leaned forward to rest your forehead against his, just staring into his eyes. Your scent instantly filled his nose. It is the same smell that he has stored in his bedside drawer in a glass bottle. He never sprays it in his room, just holds it to his nose with closed eyes and pretends you’re right next to him again.

“I love you.” The words were sweet and poured warmth onto his skin. He closed his eyes and sat there, letting your words echo in his head until he memorized how each letter and syllable sounded when it left your lips.

Miguel remembers the strength he used to grab your waist as he connected your lips to his. Remembers that the kiss was different from any other kiss the two of you had shared before this. He still can’t describe why it was different, but he can still feel it in his bones. He remembers pushing his body into yours and you pushing back. Even though his eyes were closed in the moment, he can see everything clearly in his mind, as if he were a phantom watching it. Can see the exact placement of your hands on his shoulders, can see the way your lips parted and the soft noise you made when he had flipped the two of you over and laid you on your back.

Those soft, soft noises that split his chest open so his heart can absorb them and keep them safe. He remembers every soft pant and plead you had whispered into the air of your room as he stripped you of your clothes, kissing trails down your body. The giggle you had let out when he almost tripped taking off his pants is still trapped between those plaster walls. The soft feeling of your skin under his was like a cloud, your body warmth the sun. He remembers the halo your hair made as the dying sunlight bathed your face and caused your eyes to shine and for your skin to glow. He remembers the light dimming from your face as he slid slowly into you. He had immediately apologized as you whimpered in temporary pain.

He had slowly moved inside you, taking his time as you held him close to your body. The soft moans of his name traveled through shivers that rode down his spine, the sounds quiet to not alert your parents. His response was the repeated saying of I love you, over and over again. He repeated it, looking down at your face, into your eyes, so you could see the realness and vulnerability of the words. He made sure you felt it as he grabbed onto your skin and buried his head into your neck as he thrusted. He felt the love you had for him in every scratch down his back and tightening of your walls around him.

He remembers trying to hold on to his pleasure before it exploded right after yours. He had panted as he looked down at you, your breaths mixing together. He had kissed you softly as he pulled his softening member out of you and you smiled against his lips. He had laid with you for a while before getting up, grabbing his discarded shirt and wiping you down before taking you into his arms again and falling asleep. He held you close to his chest, both of you naked under your blankets as the moonlight glowed against the two of you.

The next morning, he drove you to the closest drug store. The both of you walked to the counter smelling like each other as he paid for a Plan B pill and snacks. It was a story you and him laughed about on the rooftop of your house the night you both graduated from Pym Academy.

CHAPTER 2- THEN: THE CANON

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grippingbeskar · 1 year

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kiss me just to kiss me - simon ‘ghost’ riley

— simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader

— warnings: slight allusions to sexual content, swearing, ghost in his mf feels.

— i wrote this in about half an hour, and i just feel bad for ghost okay. basically spewed this up and i’m not expecting it to go anywhere i just thought it was sweet!

“Wait.” Ghost calls her back from the edge. She stops, but continues to stare down the open hatch as the rest of the team flies out of view, and only then does she turn to him. They all know the drop site— Ghosts’ been studying it for weeks. They’ll be expecting the two of them soon. It’s now or never, like it always is.

“What is it?” She calls back, hair blowing across her face, obscuring her eyes. He really likes her eyes; it was becoming all he could see when he closed his own these days. He could see every emotion in them, the complete opposite to when he looked in the mirror. Where he was covered and hidden away, she read like an open book with those wide doe eyes. He was obsessed with it— wanted to map and memorise every form they took.

Now, as her locks of hair split apart and allowed him a glance, showing her face every few seconds, he could see she was concerned. He’d stopped her just as she was about to jump out of the plane; she probably thought there was a problem with her parachute. Her eyebrows were furrowed, skin he knows the feeling of, the taste of, crumpled in to form a frown. He wants to smooth it out with his hands, as if he could take every worry she felt if she let him.

“Simon?” She says, now closer and in a hushed tone. It was just them (and the pilot) now, and with any prying ears well covered with noise-cancelling headphones, she knew she could say his name in safety.

“Wait.” He says again, and she steps forward. Closer, he nearly begs, only doing so in his head. Instead of speaking it, he reaches out, and her hand disappears under the dark material of his glove as she accepts his hold. He can’t decide if he loves the contrast— the softness of her interspersed with the rough barrier that he lays on himself— or hates it, like she is marred by the contact alone.

She waits, just as he’d asked, and he tugs her forward. Hands intertwined, she easily slides into a familiar position. Head tucked under his chin, up on her toes, neck stretched up to try and even the difference. He loves that she tries to reach him. She does it constantly when they’re alone— maybe it’s subconsciously, but even when she sleeps she stretches her arms out to find his torso, or bends her body to fit around his, making sure he never gets too far from her. He revels in that unconscious need, like he can provide her comfort and security just from being in proximity.

The hand not holding her to him reaches up to his jaw, a glove shoving the bone shaped mask up slightly. Even with the wind blowing harshly, and the yelling of his teammates through the comms in his ear, he hears a small gasp from her. No matter how or when he does it, he surprises her. It’s almost as if he shows her something new every time, and maybe he does. She’s seen him more than he’s seen himself— maybe he changes everyday, getting darker with time. The look in her eyes, though— those pretty, pretty eyes. He doesn’t think any amount of darkness or time could make those eyes dim.

“I need to…” Not a full sentence, but it’s enough. He needs to. Needs to feel her against his skin, needs the reminder that when he’s down there, the moment he lands on the ground— he needs to know in the back of his mind that there’s something human about him. There’s something that he’s fighting for, something real and good. A reason to drag his fogged brain up and out at the end of it, and to come back to himself. To let Ghost rest, and be Simon again, because someone does want Simon. Even if he doesn’t— someone does, and that someone deserves what she wants.

She nods, reading him as easily as he does her, only she can do it through any mask he wears. A small, soft smile crosses her face and meets her eyes, and maybe Simon has had too many hits to the head but he would swear up and down that they sparkle.

“Come down here.” She whispers against his jaw, tugging the armoured vest strapped to his chest. She’s wearing an identical one, his initials carved into the inside plate, just over her heart.

He bends, clearing the distance in a second. When he reaches her he lets her take everything— lets her see and taste and feel all the things she wants to see and taste and feel and take. He wants to give her that… whatever she wants, he would be that.

‘I want you, Simon.’ She had purred to him just this morning, her hand on his belt buckle. She wanted him— not Ghost, the man he had to be when he stepped off the plane— but Simon. So here he was, one final time, before he had to forget the way she sighed his name or the way she tasted under that armour and be Ghost again.

He feels her suck in a breathe— then presses herself harder to his mouth, and he stumbles a step back. If his teammates saw him now, weak kneed and stumbling, they’d hardly recognise him. He is weak for her. How could he not be, when she kissed him like this?

“I’ll never get enough of you.” He hears himself say. It sounds almost foreign, said with a tone of adoration; gentleness he forged in his mind just for her.

“Two weeks, then we can be ‘you and me’ again.” She says, trying to smile. He knows these times are as hard for her as they are for him, and he hates he’s the reason she feels that way. “We’re going to miss the drop site.”

“We can take the long way.” He says. It’s not a responsible move from a Lieutenant, he can hear Price in his head. This wasn’t Ghost thinking. She laughs, shaking her head, and he doesn’t find a reason to care that it’s not.

She keeps hold of his hand and tugs down his mask. He already misses the way she feels against him, the way she makes him feel human, like she manually charges it in him. He takes a step, then another, feet edging towards the open hatch again.

She is fully adorned with pack and armour, sniper on her back, and Simon can’t help but think how lovely she looks as he helps her into position. How lovely she makes everything look. How can something that makes him look so horrific make her look so… protected. Safe.

She leans back, and when he looks down at her all he sees is sky and her hair whipping wildly behind her. He leans further, and he’s dangling her now, out over the edge. She laughs loudly— a sound so sweet it defeats the roaring engine and the wind. He can’t help but laugh with her, gripping her hand tightly. Not willing to let her free just yet.

“Let’s go!” She calls out, a wild grin reflecting back at him. He can’t look away from her mouth, and then her eyes, still looking at him with that same glint of emotion. Humanity. He spots it in her, and then in himself, and holds onto it as tightly as he holds onto her hand.

When he jumps out of the plane, he doesn’t let her go.

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600 Follower Special: Holding Out For a Villain ft. the first years

This is a gift to my followers as a thank you for making it to 600 followers! This is my take on Yuu getting kidnapped and having the first years save her. Enjoy!

Summary: When Yuu gets shipped off to an all-girls school, it is up to the first years to save her. What can go wrong?

Note: platonic first years x Yuu/reader, crack, chaos, humor, and the author not being good at naming things

Warning: not beta read and possible ooc characters

Word Count: 1.9k

Masterlist: here

CRASH

"Ugh, five more minutes Grim." Yuu groaned and buried her face in her pillow, letting her eyes drift off once more…

WOOSH

"Ah!" Yuu screamed as her blanket was rudely taken away from her. She opened her eyes to find her window broken, glass scattered across the floor (she could not wait to hear Vil crying over his masterpiece), and Crowley grinning at her.

"Good morning, Prefect! I have a big surprise for you because I am so generous!"

"Can't this wait until later today?" Yuu asked, pulling the blanket over her head. Her mind was begging her to go back to bed.

Crowley shook his head. "No, no. In fact, you are going to a new school!"

Yuu uncovered her face. "A what?"

Crowley wiped a tear from his yellow eyes. "You sound so excited already! The school is an all-girls school called Royal Princess Institute."

Yuu's mind was finally awake at the revelation. "You signed me up for another school?"

"Yes, and you are going right now!" Crowley randomly pulled out a large brown sack, big enough for one of the Leech twins.

"WHAT?!" Yuu's vision became dark. She kicked and punched everywhere but, to her avail, was only met by a cloth.

"Have fun!"

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"Yuu! Yuu!!! YUU!!!" Grim called out as he entered the shared bedroom. His eyes landed on the empty but disarrayed bed; no human in sight. "Yuu!" The cat monster jumped on the bed, searching for his friend, only to find her discarded phone lying on the nightstand. Grim picked up the phone, trying to figure out what to do.

"Do I call a teacher? Her friends? What do I do?"

"Grim, is that you?" One of the ghosts asked, entering the room. "Did something happen?"

"Yuu is missing, and she left her phone!"

"Oh, I see. Crowley came by this morning telling her some news. Something about her going to a new school."

Grim's eyes widen in fear, and he felt his heart break. Did his human not care for him? Was she tired of him? He wanted to apologize for their massive tuna budget and would gladly cut it if she returned.

The ghost sensed fear coming off of Grim's fur. "Don't worry. It was unexpected, and Yuu didn't have much say in it."

Grim let out a sigh of relief. "Which means…she was kidnapped?!" The ghost nodded, and Grim felt the fear come back.

He needed to do something and fast.

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Moments like these would cause Grim to gather up the best of the best. An elite team, if you will, of the brightest students of NRC. A group of people who could barge in and save Yuu from the dangers of the pink and glitter of an all-girls school when she should be back in NRC, surrounded by many teenage boys (with trauma, might he add) who overblot every month.

It was clearly obvious which one was the favorite.

And who was the dream team? A group who could slip in and out without suspicion? The all-star, Avengers-level (Grim had no idea who these people were, but Yuu mentioned them once. Maybe they were a band?) group that would save the Prefect?

The first years.

Well, what the first years should be. Grim began doubting his choice as Ace and Deuce fought over something meaningless. Jack watched them disapprovingly, Epel was happily chatting with Ortho, and Sebek was talking about Malleus. Just an average day in NRC.

Maybe he should have consulted a second year like Riddle about this. Or beg one of the third years like Leona to help.

"Oi! We have a very important topic to discuss."

Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to the cat monster.

"What is it?" Epel asked.

"You better not be asking for money to buy tuna?" Deuce frowned, but Grim shook his head.

"It's about Yuu. She has been kidnapped and is forced to go to an all-girls school!"

Anyone could see the six brain cells processing everything. They were all imagining Yuu wearing poofy dresses and being covered in glitter.

"WHAT?!!"

"WHY?!"

"Who knows?" Grim replied, tears forming in his eyes. "Yuu must be in danger! Who knows what kind of stiff frilly dresses she might be wearing?"

"I understand the feeling," Epel said, recalling the times Vil had him wear the tightest outfits known to man.

"Exactly! This is why we must save her before it is too late."

Jack crossed his arms and looked at Grim expectedly. "And how are we going to do that?"

"We could send in someone to infiltrate the school…" All eyes landed on Epel, who furiously shook his head.

"NO! Y'all are not gonna send me to that darn school!"

Ace grinned. "Why not? You already look the part."

Epel looked at the redhead with a glare similar to Vil's. "What did you just say?"

"I said. You. Look. Like. A. Girl."

Epel saw red. "Oh, that's it!" He lunged at Ace, only to be stopped by Jack. The boy kicked and screamed in Jack's grasp.

"I think that is a horrible idea," Sebek said, and Ortho agreed.

"I think we should blow up the school. I have a feature Big Brother added that can-"

"NO!" Everyone screamed, including Epel, who stopped flailing and lay still in Jack's arms.

Deuce slammed his hands against the table, a look of determination in his eyes. Grim smirked; it looked like Deuce had a big brain today.

"This is getting us nowhere. Look, I have an idea that might work.

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The plan was simple: break in at night, grab Yuu, and run.

Why was there chaos as the first years ran back to the Magic Mirror?

Let's rewind.

After traveling long and far (read: they used the Mirror to get there), the group landed in front of a tall, sparkly, pink, and gold castle. The castle had one tall tower overlooking many smaller ones and a big wall surrounding it. There was also a drawbridge leading to the entrance.

"This looks like something Vil would like," Epel said aloud, and everyone nodded.

"I wonder how Yuu is surviving here? There is too much pink!" Ace exclaimed.

Grim was already imagining it. His precious human going through how to be a princess, what fork to use first, or balancing a book on her head. Oh, the poor thing!

"We need to save Yuu before she starts balancing books on her head!" Grim yelled, shaking the nearest person's (aka Deuce) head.

"I've scanned for Yuu's whereabouts, and it looks like she is right there," Ortho said, pointing at the tall tower.

Ace grinned. "Great! Now let's get her!" He said and marched into the castle. The group thought their plan was a piece of cake to disable the cameras, sneak into the school, locate Yuu's dorm, and take Yuu back. The group was walking down a hallway when Epel accidentally tripped and landed on Sebek. The school security was alerted of their presence after Epel and Sebek started arguing about who caused it. Grim facepalmed as Epel cursed loudly in his Harveston accent, and Sebek yelled at the Pomefiore boy.

Which led to their current situation.

Ace and Deuce rode on Jack in his wolf form through the castle. Ace told him where to go while Deuce carried a sleeping Yuu in his arms.

Ortho teamed up with Sebek and used their magic to hold off their pursuers.

And Epel?

He was busy holding Grim out like a weapon and used the cat monster's fire to ward off the many girls asking what his skincare routine looked like. Epel cursed Vil out for making his skin flawless. At least he and Sebek put their earlier argument aside.

"We need to get out of here!" Deuce yelled.

"We are trying to!" Ace replied.

"Get away from me, you girls! Back away!" Epel yelled as he finally caught up to Jack and jumped on him with Grim. The boy immediately regretted not bringing some of Vil's products to his dorm to throw at them. They would react like a child with candy.

"We still have time to blast them out of oblivion," Ortho suggested.

"NO ORTHO!" The boys yelled, causing Yuu to shift in her sleep. Seriously, how was she sleeping through all of that?

Ortho sighed in defeat. "You guys are no fun."

The group swerved through different teachers and almost returned to where the Mirror stood. They were a reasonable distance away until Grim held out his paw.

"Look! They're raising the bridge!" Both ends of the drawbridge were slowly coming up.

Ace looked at the mob and the bridge. There were only a few seconds to decide until they were stuck in the school. "We might have to jump."

Deuce looked at him like he was a madman. "Jump?! Are you crazy?"

"Trust me." Ace turned to Ortho and Sebek. "On my signal, I want you two to create a diversion." The two nodded and continued holding the mob off. "You know what to do, Jack."

"Of course," Jack said and sped up. The bridge was getting higher the closer the group got.

"Hold on tight, you guys!" Ace called back to Deuce and Epel. "NOW!" He yelled to others.

"Finally!" Ortho exclaimed. He and Sebek combined their magic to create a beam using Ortho's and Sebek's lighting. As their magic created an explosion to stop their pursuers, Jack used his momentum to climb up the raised bridge to jump.

The group landed on the other side as Ortho flew in with Sebek.

"We did it!" Ace whooped and high five the first years.

"That's great, but I think we should run," Deuce said, pointing at the mob, who was currently trying to lower the bridge.

"Agreed. Let's make a run for it."

And at the end of the day, the first year group saved Yuu and returned to the school. Yuu woke up and did not question how she came back, and the other first years made Crowley promise that she would stay in NRC.

Everyone found peace for the rest of the school year.

Except….

Riddle drank his tea as Cater and Trey were sitting around nearby. The redhead was enjoying the peace when Cater suddenly gasped.

"No way!"

Riddle raised an eyebrow and looked at Trey for an answer, to which the vice-housewarden only shrugged. Riddle sighed and set his cup down. "What are you looking at, Cater?"

"Take a look at this!" Cater held his phone to Riddle's face to show a post on Magicam. The post was talking about a commotion at Royal Princess Institute. "You need to see who's in the picture."

Riddle felt a familiar feeling go through his body as he read the post. He continued scrolling until he saw NRC mentioned. "What is going on here?" The redhead took Cater's phone and continued reading. He ignored most of the unimportant information until he saw the photo. A big white wolf was in the center with three familiar boys and a cat monster riding its back. In the background was another familiar duo; one was flying, while the other was next to some lighting.

Riddle felt a vein pop out in his forehead. "ACE! DEUCE! IT'S OFF WITH YOUR HEADS!"

Meanwhile, as the other housewardens discovered the news and the first years were getting reprimanded, Yuu slept peacefully on her bed with Grim.

"Yuu, we need more tuna," Grim said while shifting in his sleep, unaware of the chaos outside Ramshackle.

At least the window was fixed.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twisted Wonderland and its characters. Those belong to Aniplex, Walt Disney Japan, and Yana Toboso.

©: This story belongs to bluesylveon2 2020-23. DO NOT modify, republish, or plagiarize my work.

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• Sydney and Carmy’s play-fight.

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It started with Sydney trying to force him to admit he’s a celebrity in the culinary world at the very least.

“No, I’m fucking not, I go shopping without being approached. I walk down the street, I don’t sign autographs.”

She groans and her eyes roll back into her head, “Oh my god, I literally never named those examples! You’re a celebrity! You were on fucking Top Chef!”

He hides his blush at this flattery with a hand over his lips, “Oh my god— Syd, whatever.” He gets up to go refill their chip bowl, a random dish he found under the sink to put the snacks she brought. Very grown up.

“Literally just admit it!” She laughing and he’s holding back a smile, he thought she’d jump up to chase him but her hands wrap around his palm instead and it sends goosebumps under his forearm hairs.

“Syd, let go,” he laughs, tugging her across the floor, “I gotta get the fucking chips!”

“You’re just avoiding the question!”

“It’s my apartment, I can do that if I want.”

she plants her feet into the carpet and he topples over at the tension, landing roughly on the couch with an oomph! before he can get his bearings she has a leg on his stomach, shoving a pillow into his face,

“You broke- ah my heart, Carmen.” She imitates in her best Pacino impression and he snorts because he laughs at every joke she tells. He wishes he could be offended at the exaggerated Italian accent.

His head turns to the side as she attempts to smother him with the cushion, “G- get—! Get off of— that’s it!” Her laughter turns into a shriek when he tugs the pillow from her and grabs her wrist, twirling it so she lands on her butt. Rolling off the sofa, and on top of her he narrowly avoids her socked feet on his chest and her laughter is so contagious he actually wheezes.

“Uncle.”

“W- what?”

“Say uncle syd.”

“Admit you’re a celebrity!”

He lands a soft poke to her neck testing the waters and when she curls in on her shoulders he knows he’s won. Another poke to her stomach and side before she catches on to his plan, her eyes widening like a baby dear, the way only hers did.

“Fuck! You’ve discovered my only weakness!”

“Your blaring praise kink?” He pauses to say, avoiding a kick toward his crotch, thank god.

“Not too much.” Her hands are gathered to tickle him back only to realize he isn’t ticklish, she looks like a soldier with no ammo on the front lines at this revelation and he borrows her snort.

His pokes become full on tickle, simultaneously avoiding her long super model legs and the hands that are pounding rather ridiculously at his biceps, she’s nearly crying.

“This could all end with you saying Uncle!”

“Never! Trust y- you will be dealt with!”

Her leg wraps around his hip and he catches it with one hand. Seeing this distraction as an opening she reaches for his neck, but he grabs both arms and forces them to the ground.

The laughter stops.

Bloods pumping to all the wrong parts and he knows she can feel it.

He freezes unable to release her wrists or honestly, breathe. Fuck, he’s ruined it. He ruined this. The easy back and forth that he had managed to reassemble after being a complete fuck up for a full year is ruined.

“Syd—“

“Admit it.”

His eyes search her face only to find her fingers wiggling where he’s holding her wrists, lips parted and a coy smile building with passing seconds. “Admit you’re a celebrity.”

For a moment he doesn’t respond and she fears she mistook his body’s reaction to his wants—

“Say fucking Uncle.”

Parallel chests heaving. One solid and one slight.

She searches his face to find the ring of blue in his eyes nearly gone, his eyes flickered down and he licked his lips.

“Make me.”

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Disrespectful.

Chapter four

𝒯𝓌𝑜 𝓂𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒽𝓈 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇

This shit’s so good, should be illegal

Need round 2, I need the sequel

Hit the backboard like a free throw

You next level, you a cheat code

Can I by kehlani was playing in her office at a bit louder than softly. She told her assistant Jada that she was in a meeting virtually so she didn’t want to blast the music and raise any suspicions.

The music was to help her get lost in her thoughts, drown out the stress she had to carry on her shoulders for the day.

A sigh of content left her lips and she let her eyes roll to the back of her head, almost losing herself before Jada knocked on the door before slightly opening the door to peak her head in.

London’s head slowly rose up to look at the girl before bending her head to look at the paper scattered across her desk. “Something I can help you with Jada?” She softly asked.

“Just wanted to let you know that Mr. Monroe will not be able to attend to this year’s banquet but he will be sending his executive assistant in his place instead. Should we bring him in next week so that he is properly informed about our plans?”

London nodded her head but never lifted her head, “Whatever you think works. A-and make sure that you let everyone know that I’m not available for the next hour.”

Jada nodded her head and was quick to close the door behind her so she wouldn’t feel her boss’s wrath, if London wanted to be alone then she would leave her alone.

But in reality London didn’t know how long she could’ve played nonchalant before a moan slipped through her lips. Her eyes rolled back again, but this time her hand slipped under her desk to grip onto Roman’s hair as he continued to suck on her clit.

“She could’ve heard me.” She breathed out but Roman didn’t even look remorseful. His eyes watching her expressions as he devoured her. Wrecking the image she fought so hard to create. To everyone else, she was a boss woman but this is who she really was, a slut who was willing to ruin the reputation she fought hard to build all just she couldn’t keep her legs closed for him.

“I think you want them to hear.” Roman whispered huskily back to her, sliding the hand that was holding her thighs back to her pussy, index finger running along the slit before he slowly pushed against her entrance. “You want them to know how good I make you feel huh?”

He didn’t care for her response because his lips closed around her clit again, sucking and thrusting his fingers until the tip of his fingers touched the spongey spot that had her legs shaking.

“Fuck… baby wait-“ she tried but it was to no avail. He’s been playing nice long enough. He slipped a second finger into his and let his tongue lap at her leaking pussy.

Tears were pooling at the rim of her eyes, the feeling was something she could never get tired of. Roman always made her cum, always. And she knew this time wouldn’t be any different but damn was he prolonging it to prove his point: that he could make her cum anywhere and anytime. And anytime he wanted he could get her to happily open her legs to let him.

He was fucking right because here she was, even with her damn assistant in the room, he was hidden under that damn desk eating her out. At the revelation she could ask herself if she had any shame but the blissful feeling of the pleasure rippling through her body made her forget anything.

“I can feel it, go head baby. Cum for me, cum for Daddy.” He cooed out to her.

The churning in her stomach was intensifying and she knew she was going to cum for him. London didn’t really consider it a lost though because this feeling was too delicious, she’d probably lose every single argument on purpose if this was the outcome of it.

The tears that were pooling from her eyes fell as she felt herself get lost in her orgasm. But Roman didn’t stop there, he had lifted himself from between her legs and placed his mouth on hers swirling his tongue around hers so she could taste the flavor of her juices.

His fingers stayed in the same place, slowly thrusting to help her ride it but continuing. He wanted another. London whimpered, her hand sliding down to grasp onto his wrist but his pace stayed the same. “Gimme another one.” He muttered against her lips.

The pace of his fingers started picking up again, both fingertips pressing deliciously against her spot. His mouth never left hers, swallowing all of her moans as he devoured her.

The kiss was sloppy but London loved it. Roman was always so put together, very calculated, she liked that he would get so messy with her. Almost as if he couldn’t control himself when it came to her and that turned her on.

“Roman.” She softly moaned out trying to warn him but her climax came quicker and harder than she expected. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as a loud moan slipped through her lips. Her head fell back, chest pressing into his as her back arched against her office chair and her legs trembled.

The rouse of trying to keep quiet was over, but how could she be quiet anyway when he made her feel like this. His voice rumbling softly in her ear as he talked her through it.

“There you go baby. That’s it. You did so good cumming for me like that, that’s all you needed huh? Wanted Daddy to get rid of all that stress huh?” He cooed and London nodded her head, slumping against the chair.

“I’m not done with you yet baby, we’ve only got an hour.”

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Friday night caught London at Sienna’s house for a girls night. Nora, London and Sienna all sat in the living room with a half cup filled with wine and they were catching each other up on their lives.

Covered in satin pajamas and soft jazz playing in the background to help them unwind from their week.

“I barely sat down in the chair to get my hair done, some random girl ran up on my hairdresser. Can you fuckin imagine?” Sienna recalls her encounter at Milan’s salon two days prior.

Nora huffed out a short laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. “I keep telling you to stop visiting these random salons because you can’t let everybody play with your hair but you never wanna listen to me.”

The girls talking became kind of like background noise when London’s phone buzzed in her hand again to let her know she got another text notification.

Roman: Would you rather Italian or French?

London: For what?

Roman: Dinner. Me and you. Next week, Wednesday night.

Roman had the tendency to invite her out. And before she would decline every outing but recently, she found herself agreeing to go out sometimes.

It wasn’t always, because James was starting to question why she was always going out but, on the days where she really missed him after not seeing him for a couple weeks cause of his job, she found herself wanting to be around him.

London bit her lip as she thought about it; the last time she seen Roman was two days ago when he ate her out in her office till she begged and cried for him to stop, fucked her for good measure and then left to fly out to whatever city he had to be in for work.

They had both agreed that would be their last intimate session. London expressed she couldn’t keep doing it, and Roman respected her decision. What was a harmless dinner between two friends?

“I know that’s not James blowing ya phone up on girls night.” Sienna’s voice brought her back to reality, lifting her head up to find both Nora and Sienna watching her like a hawk. Her phone buzzed again.

Roman: I won’t touch you, I promise. Just miss having meals with you as a friend ❤️

“Damn; can I have my face back?” London retorted, raising an eyebrow at the two.

Nora rolled her eyes, “Girl please. She ain’t tell you she’s been fucking Roman?”

Both Sienna’s and London’s eyes widen in shock. London’s because her sister ran her mouth and Sienna’s at the news.

“Nora!” London exasperated

“WHAT!” Sienna yelped out at the same time, raising her hand for a moment. “Hol’ up. You mean to tell me I helped you sneak off with that man at his wife’s birthday party and you couldn’t tell me you actually fucked the man!?”

London let out a quiet groan, her head falling back for a moment. It wasn’t something she was proud to announce… she’s cheating on her husband with another married man, how the fuck was she supposed to tell her that?

When She lifted her head back up, Sienna huffed again as she waited for London to explain herself.

“First of all, I’m not fuckin him anymore. And second of all, Nora you’re the one who told me to go sleep with him in the first place!”

“London, you made out with him at his wife’s-“ Nora starts but London was quick to cut her off.

“I know what happened bitch, you don’t have to keep repeating it!” London snapped

“So stop acting confused. I only told you to finish what the fuck you started, don’t put the blame on me. You damn near gave him the pussy the first time anyways, you should be thanking me. You’re welcome.” Nora winked as she took a sip of her wine.

Before London could reply back to her sister, Sienna inserted herself into the conversation.

“UM HELLO? Anyone wanna talking about how you’re ACTUALLY FUCKING ROMAN!?” Sienna shouted, the shock feeling has not left her at all. Her eyes almost wild and searching as she waited for London to explain.

“I’m not fucking him anymore.” London corrects. Nora scoffs at her but doesn’t say a word.

“After the party” London starts, ignoring her sister. “I ignored him because I just knew if I seen him, I would’ve remembered that night and just fuck him, not caring about my marriage-“

“Which you’ve managed to do anyway, but continue.” Nora quickly added before giving London the floor again.

“I went to Nora about it because I didn’t know what else to do but she kept telling me to grow up and talk to him and I decided I wouldn’t. James is a good man, he didn’t deserve that you know?” London continued to explain, sighing at the end.

“Okay. I’m hearing a whole lotta nothing.” Sienna huffed out, placing her cup down to focus on the conversation. “Spare me the lame details bitch cause I can really do without.”

London raised an eyebrow at her friend. “You wanna hear the story or not?” After a moment of silence she continued to unfold the moment of events. “I didn’t want to; but Roman wasn’t going to have me ignoring him for any longer so he came to my job to confront me.”

Her skin became littered with goosebumps as she relieved the story on how this all started just two months ago.

“It didn’t help how a couple nights before, Nora kept telling me to just get it out my system. Just Fuck him and get it over with. So when he asked me if I…. desired him the same way he desired me I thought… why not.”

The silence in the room was driving her crazy. Sienna just sat there listening to her friend admit that she committed adultery.

“You… nasty bitch.”

London groaned again, leaning back against the sofa. “I know. And the worst part is… I don’t regret it. He fucked the shit outta me Sienna. He made me cum four fuckin times in my office.”

“IN YOUR OFF- BITCH!?” Sienna shrieked in surprise. London was very proud of the reputation she gave herself at work, especially after taking over her father’s business and to hear that she let herself go on those same grounds left her shook. But then she let the sentence repeat in her mind on more time.

“Hol up, he made you what?” She asked, hoping she heard her friend clearly.

“Cum four time, that’s why her ass kept running back to him. Fucked her so good she forgot where her real home was at.” Nora replied with a laugh.

“Four times, back to back?” Sienna asked curiously

“Girl I tapped out at round one, he fucked my shit up.” London confessed. “I went to see him again later that night because we promised to talk, I didn’t even give him a chance, I fucked him right at his driveway. And we kept fucking that entire weekend: in the pool, the kitchen, in the shower, on the balcony.” She listed off, reminiscing with a soft sigh.

“It was supposed to a weekend thing and then we’d be done with it but… It’s been two months now.”

“Two…. Two months!? You’ve been…” Sienna just couldn’t believe it; she was at a loss for words. “Bitch I’ve been at your house at least four times these past two months. You kept me out the loop for sixty days!?”

Nora busted out laughing while London rolled her eyes.

“How was I supposed to just say I was cheating on my husband? That ain’t something you proudly say Sienna.”

“Oh Bitch don’t give me that sob story. You wasn’t proud to tell me but you’ve been bustin them legs wide open with no shame huh?”

London didn’t even know what to say. She was getting read for filth because Sienna was right. She wasn’t shameful enough to stop fucking Roman… until now.

“Okay. Y’all need to relax on me. Let’s not forget you two encouraged this. You two demons ain’t no better than me, putting bugs in my fuckin ear. Wasn’t it you who told me to go enjoy myself at the party, while you steady bringing it up.”

“London you are 34 years old. Get the fuck over yourself; ain’t nobody put a gun to yo’ head and tell you to fuck that man. Be a woman about it and just say you like fucking him. He beat it up better than James do and that’s why you keep running back, stop blaming everybody else.” Nora stated seriously at her sister.

“Yeah girl, I mean… okay so we pushed you. But these lil two months? Baby that was all you. I’m just upset cause why the fuck am I the last to know?” Sienna pouted, folding her arms across her chest.

“I didn’t know how to tell you. But, now there’s nothing to tell. James is a good man and he doesn’t deserve that. So I told Roman we had to cut it off.” London explained before her phone buzzed again.

Roman: ?

“So since you cut it off, is that James?” Nora asked smartly with a small smirk on her face as she pointed towards the phone.

The pregnant pause gave the girls the answer they were looking for. Sienna busted out laughing.

“Cut it off my ass.”

“It’s not like that, he just wanna go out to eat.” London tries to explain

Nora snorts, yeah fuckin right. “If you wanna play stupid, we can to ya know?”

“It’s not like that, I promise guys. Whatever Roman and I had is over.”

And even though London announced it with upmost confidence, not a single person in that room believed a word that came out of her mouth.

London: French. Pick me up at 8.

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Roman wanted to be true to his words. He would not touch London tonight. Plus, she was right. He needed to shift all that sexual tension to his wife, not her.

He sent a driver over to pick London up and now he was waiting. He’d already order them champagne and was seated waiting for her to arrive.

It was fifteen minutes after 8, so he was still waiting. His mind running a million miles a minute, she wouldn’t stand him up right? They could still be friends even after everything has transpired between them, he couldn’t see why not. Before anything happened between them he’s had the upmost respect for her and it didn’t dwindle because they both gave in to their sexual feelings for each other.

“Penny for your thoughts?” A soft voice spoke to him, breaking him out of his daze as he turned his head to where the voice came from.

His eyes scanned her from her head to her feet, her legs displaying beautifully in her dress. If there’s one thing that Roman couldn’t deny, it’s how beautiful she is.

“Nothing crazy.” He replied, standing up from his seat to walk up to her and giving her a tight hug.

Her perfume was intoxicating, overclouding his senses as he wrapped his arms around her lower waist and London’s arms wrapped around his neck.

They rocked back and forth in a friendly manner but the hug lasted longer than it should have. His arms tightened around her waist and flashes of him holding her against the wall with him holding her up by her thighs as he thrusted in and out of her ran through his mind.

Get it together Roman. He scolds himself, London wasn’t a piece of meat, she’s his friend.

London’s arms tightened around him too, almost as if she was trying to remember this feeling of him in her arms before she let go.

When they finally let go of each other, he held out her seat for her to take a seat.

“You look good. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say your efforts were for me.” He stated teasingly, a small smirk on his face.

“Luckily you know better Mr. Reigns, I dress like this on the regular for myself.”

This was a fact; London loved to dress to impress and majority of the time the person she was looking to impress was herself.

A smile broke out on Roman’s face as the familiarity of the tone of conversation. This was the London he’d met.

The two fell into their old dynamic easier than they thought, London telling Roman about work and her upcoming work trip that she has coming up that she was dreading.

Roman filled her in on whatever was running through his head at the time, whether it was whatever scheme he had planned next for him and the twins to execute or whatever Paul suggested was the best thing to do for the business.

They chatted it up like two friends would have the entire time and before they knew it; two and a half hours had gone by. Roman called for the check and London bit her lip in thought.

You’ve been doing good for a week London, don’t do anything to fuck it up. She thought to herself when he paid and walked her to the driver he had set out for her.

The two walked close, arms brushing against each other as they took slow steps to the car. And even though she shouldn’t have, a small part of her was hoping that he would push her up against the car and ravish her in a way she’s become accustomed to in these past two months.

But instead, Roman gave her another long hug. His scent overpowering her own, she knows it’ll linger in her clothes on her way home. She was tempted, just turn your head and press your lips against his she had thought. But it was a passing thought that she didn’t execute because he had pulled away from their embrace and bid her a goodnight.

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Roman came home in search of his wife and jumped on her the second he found her. He pulled her into a hot searing kiss, Tiara was took by surprise but she let herself get lost in the kiss.

It’s been a while since her husband has come back from work and has been in the mood so she was going to jump at the opportunity, she’d missed her husband. And as they teared each other’s clothes off each other she could feel how much her husband had missed her.

Gripping on her skin to press it impossibly closer to his own. Ravishing her skin with his lips like he’s never done before. And when he put her in position, he flipped her onto her stomach, Face down ass up.

“Fuck… wait Roman it’s-“ Tiara cut herself off with a moan as Roman thrusts himself mercilessly into her. Skin clapping against the other and moaning were filling the room as Tiara called out her husband’s name in pleasure.

Unbeknownst to her, Roman’s mind was elsewhere thinking of the woman he had just left. London’s moans were playing loud in his head, he almost couldn’t hear anything else. His hands tightened on Tiara’s hips, in the morning will probably be marked as he continued to slam his hips into hers.

London made him promise that he’d shift all his sexual desires away from her and back to his wife. But if he thought of her the whole time, it wouldn’t have been anybody’s business but his own.

Meanwhile, London laid in her bed naked with her legs open and fingers running up and down her slit.

Roman’s scent was still inked on her skin, it was almost as if he was here in the room with her. She couldn’t help herself, she tore her clothes off as soon as she got home and couldn’t get him off her mind.

When she finally pushed her fingers through her entrance her eyes rolled shut. One hand tweaked at her breast and the other thrusting inside of herself. She could almost feel him.

His hands pressed down against her back to keep her in position as he thrust inside of her at a face pace, “You runnin’ from me London? I thought this was big girl pussy, where you going?” He taunts as he pulls her closer to him. The tip of his dick just kissing her cervix causing her to wince a little in pain but the pleasure felt so good.

Her fingers had picked up speed as she reminisced about one of her sessions with Roman. The squelching noises from her fingers filled the room along with her moans.

How many times was Roman going to make her feel like a horny teenager?

Thats how she felt as her fingers pressed against her spot, bucking against her own hand at the feeling. “Roman.” She moaned out as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

“C’mon baby, I know you can handle it, throw it back for me.” He encouraged, letting his grip on her waist go to watch her throw her ass back to him. The sounds of her skin clapping against his as she fucked him back filled the room, he had no doubt that whoever was near his locker room could hear them.

“Fuck Daddy, you feel so good.”

“So good, you gon cum for me baby?” He whispered to her

“Yes. M’gonna cum for you Daddy.” She moaned aloud, repeating her previous words to him as she continued to finger herself to ecstasy. A loud moan echoed throughout her room as her back arched from the bed as she came to the memory of her and Roman.

As her eyes rolled back into place and she panted while trying to catch her breath, only one thought cross her mind: how long was she going to be able to get over these sexual desires for Roman?

And halfway across the city, as he watched his wife succumb into slumber Roman wondered the same thing.

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tell me again; steve harrington

summary: steve was fully aware that his feelings for you went beyond “just friends” but the fear of ruining years of friendship kept him radio silent. however, a murderous wizard wreaking havoc around hawkins and a little bit of encouragement from his younger friends has him finally admitting the truth.

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

requested: yes

warnings: slight st4 spoilers

notes: i’m so sorry this took so long i wasn’t really sure what to write so hopefully this is okay, i think this is the longest steve fic ive ever written. also thank u sm for 2500 followers!!! i’m v grateful and appreciative, the feedback on my fics is always so amazing so thank u v much for that :)) you can find my masterlist here.

steve was completely unable to keep his eyes off you for more than ten seconds at a time, no matter what he was supposed to be focusing on, his attention always found it's way back to you, gaze soft but tinted with concern. he'd let his eyes linger on you while trying to hold a conversation with nancy and robin, struggling to come up with ideas to help figure out the ins and outs of the curse but failing miserably because of his fear that you might become the next victim. there wasn't anything in the world steve harrington was more afraid of than losing you.

you'd been a constant light in his life since you were both twelve years old, a never changing force attached to his hip through everything. every up and down you'd been there, every fight with his parents, every failed test, his rocky relationship with nancy and his downfall from king steve to the designated babysitter. you'd been with him through it all, always there to give him your best pep talk and that earth shattering smile that would have him forgetting why exactly he needed a pep talk in the first place. steve knew deep down there would never be anyone like you again, his heart would never react to anyone like it does to you and he wished, god he so badly wished, he'd not wasted so much time on things that didn't matter. because hawkins was going under and steve was scared he'd lose you before he got the chance to show you just how much you meant to him.

for the hundredth time that night he let his eyes seek you out again, tuning out dustin and lucas' conversation about getting more supplies to eddie as soon as possible. nancy and robin had disappeared upstairs not too long ago, robin mumbling something about getting food before she passed out. you, however, were sitting on a mattress across the room from the sofa he was perched on, your back against the wall, legs crossed as max lay with her head against them. the two of you were mumbling quietly to each other, max's head tilted at an angle to meet your eyes, your head dipped low as though to hide your conversation from the others. steve watched the way your fingers sifted gently through the younger girls hair, an almost mother like gesture that sent a pang of longing through his heart.

max being cursed and you all so unsure how to save her had tilted the groups axis significantly, however steve knew you had been completely thrown overboard with the revelation. max had always been like a sister to you, you'd taken her under your wing her first week in hawkins after an unfortunate run in with billy and, as dustin had been with steve, she'd clung to you ever since. even after everything that happened at the mall, you were the only person max didn't push away, the only person she let take care of her when there was no one else around. steve knew you were hurting, knew you felt lost and unable to help and he wanted to pull you into him, to wrap you up in his arms and kiss you until you stopped worrying. but he knew that wasn't possible. like steve, you wouldn't stop worrying until you were more than one hundred percent certain that all the kids were safe.

your lips suddenly tilted into a soft smile, that smile that had steve's knees threatening to give out, and you playfully flicked at max's forehead, a brief moment of normality passing between the two of you. max's smile wasn't as bright, didn't quite reach her eyes, but it settled steve somewhat because he knew it was real and that meant it would ease something inside of you too. max curled her fingers around yours and held your hand to her chest, tilting her head even further as she muttered something that made you nod. slow but full of purpose and then your fingers returned to her hair.

"dude, don't you think it's time to tell her how you feel?" dustin's elbow landed in steve's ribs following his mumbled question and the older boy winced and groaned, pressing his hand firmly to the spot. he finally managed to tear his gaze from you, eyes instead landing on the two boys watching him with knowing looks.

"what are you talking about, henderson?"

"don't you "what are you talking about" me, harrington. you know exactly what i'm talking about." dustin nodded his head in your direction before falling back against the sofa, slouching with a book settled on his lap. "if you keep staring at her like that she might start to melt."

"i'm not staring at her. i'm making sure she's okay, making sure they are okay." steve huffed like a petulant child at being caught out. he knew he wasn't exactly the most subtle when watching out for you but still. friends watch over friends. steve does it with all of them.

"you're staring at her like she might disappear if you blink." this observation came quietly from lucas, and sliding his gaze over, steve found him watching max. the expression on his face was so clear to steve, so obvious. it held every single thought and emotion that had been running through steve's head for the past few hours and in that moment he knew, just like him, lucas' heart was already sitting firmly in max mayfield's hands, whether she knew it or not.

"i don't-" lucas shook his head before steve could continue, running the tip of his finger repeatedly around the mug he was nursing between his hands.

"i get it. i feel like max might disappear if i'm not looking too and it's the worst feeling i've ever had." the words tumbled from his lips, edges harsh and jagged, raw with emotion that screamed to steve. because it didn't matter how young lucas was, how little time he might have known max, he was in love with her and steve understood the gravity of loss when love was involved. "none of us know what's gonna happen next, steve, but i think y/n deserves to know how you feel. don't leave it until it's too late."

"i can't. i-" steve shook his head and dragged a hand through his hair, a light feeling of nausea rolling over him at the thought of finally coming clean. he'd kept his feelings locked away for so long he wasn't sure how he was meant to tell you. what if you hated him for leaving it so long? what if you thought of him as only your friend and he ruined that by making things awkward. he'd rather have you as a friend, unaware of how much you meant to him, than not have you at all. "she knows i love her." which was true enough. you knew steve loved you to some extent, that just above the surface love that he felt for the rest of his friends and he thinks deep down he could live with you only knowing that level of his feelings if it meant never having to say goodbye to you.

"you're in love with her, there's a difference." dustin pointed out, thumbing at the pages of his book, his eyes darting between steve and you. "look, we have no idea who might end up cursed, we have no idea what's gonna happen to us all, don't let something so important slip through your fingers because you're a coward."

"i'm not a coward. i just can't lose her and if she doesn't feel the same then i've fucked up years of friendship and i can't do that."

"and what if you lose her anyway? what if you never tell her and the world fucking ends and she's stuck thinking all she ever was to you was a friend."

"i don't think she'd be all that bothered about-"

"jesus christ, harrington, y/n is so obviously in love with you. she looks at you like you hung the moon.” lucas shook his head, the words hissed lowly in order to keep quiet from the two girls having their own secret conversation. "the way you two look at each other, like there's no one else around, like you'd run straight to fucking hell and back for the other with no hesitation. that goes way beyond friendship and if you don't do something now there are so many ways that you could lose her. there are so many things that i wanna say to max and i don’t even know if i have the time to say them all. make your move before it's too late."

lucas took a deep breath and let his attention settle back on max, that troubled look returning to his eyes. steve knew max and lucas were going through somewhat of a rough patch and his heart gave a twang of sympathy for the other boy. he knew exactly how suffocating it felt to have so much to say and no idea how to say it. you and max were still huddled together, whispering words back and forth, your fingers still running comfortingly through the tangled strands of her hair. as though feelings steve's eyes on you, you glanced up with that favourite smile of his, the one that so easily sent his thoughts skidding away. little did he know as he sent you his own smile, that max had been giving you the exact same speech he'd just gotten, a speech that in just a few hours would change everything.

everyone was sleeping, soft snores and light breaths the only sound in the wheeler's basement but you couldn't seem to settle, tossing and turning on the tiny mattress in front of the sofa every five seconds. it was hot and stuffy and your mind was racing from your earlier conversation with max. the younger girl had lectured you on not being honest about your feelings for steve, had almost scolded you for hiding your feelings when, in her words "steve worshiped the ground you walked on and it was time you both stopped dancing around the truth". she was right, obviously, about your feelings, but your fear of steve's rejection was a dark cloud over your head and was enough to keep you quiet. you could love him in silence, that had always been okay.

max's constant reminder to you of the curse and how there was no guarantee in life also wasn't helping you sleep. you were running out of time and options and you weren't at all ready to say goodbye to the girl you'd come to think of as a sister. you would save her, you had to. a sigh puffed from your lips, unintentionally loud as you flopped on to your back, eyes turning towards the ceiling. steve was sleeping on the sofa above you and you jolted when his hand appeared over the side, fingers prodding lightly into your cheek as he gave a soft grumble.

"stop wriggling." he mumbled, words muffled from what you assume was a result of his face being smushed into his pillow.

"sorry," you tried to keep quiet, fighting the urge again to flip back on to your side. "can't sleep, everything's uncomfortable." steve was silent for a few seconds, his hand still dangling over the edge of the sofa, fingers so close to your face and then suddenly his head was hanging over the edge too. his eyes were heavy and sleepy, hair a complete mess from the pillow and your stomach flipped, goosebumps rising across your arms at how effortlessly pretty he looked. he cocked his lips in a lopsided smile and tapped his fingers against your chin.

"c'mere." then he disappeared again, slumped back into the comfort of the sofa but you didn't move, stayed rooted to the mattress because you weren't entirely sure you'd heard him correctly. that was until he gave a breathy laugh and spoke again. "come here, y/n." his voice was low and still full of sleep and it stirred something inside of you, made your mind race a mile a minute.

sitting up you turned your head to see steve settled back into the sofa, his fingers curled around one corner of the blanket to hold it open for you. his eyes seemed to twinkle, that lazy smile still glued to his lips as he waited for you. without too much thought you climbed up beside him, laying on your side, your face in line with steve's and you gave a quiet hum when he let the blanket fall back around you both. his hand fumbled to wrap it around you, tucking you in so tightly that your chests were almost pressed together. he was warm, the heat radiating from him and it made your thoughts a little foggy.

"better?" his breath fanned your face and this close you could make out every freckle across his nose, every fleck of green in the browns of his eyes and you never wanted to look away.

"yeah." you gave a small nod, slightly flustered and unsure of where to put your arms and so you kept them awkwardly sandwiched between you. so awkwardly in fact that steve chuckled and took one hand in his own, lifting it to his lips where he skimmed teasing kisses across your knuckles. his gaze was intense, so much so that you wanted to squirm and you were more than shocked at the gentle press of his mouth on your skin.

"wanna tell me what's going on in that pretty head of yours?" you just shrugged, not really wanting to voice your worries about max and the curse, feeling as though saying it out loud would make it all the more real. steve hummed in understanding and it tickled against your fingers before he dropped them again, his hand stayed locked around yours however, thumb sweeping back and forth over your palm in a way that had you fighting back shivers. he was still watching you with that same overly intense look in his eyes, your faces so close together from resting against the same pillow. "you know i'll never let anything happen to you, right?"

"there are things that even you can't save us from, steve." you mumbled the words softly, unsure whether he was talking about you alone or the group but the flicker in his eyes suggested it was the former. he gave your fingers a quick squeeze.

"i'll do anything to make sure you're safe, i need you to know that. i can't lose you, y/n.”

"i know. me and you against the world, right?" you shuffled in closer to him, thankful for his warmth because it seemed to have calmed you somehow, a layer of comfort wrapped around you. steve sucked in a breath when your knees bumped against his legs, a soft pink tinting the tops of his cheekbones. he let go of your hand, his gaze still locked on yours and instead brought his fingers to your face. he brushed the backs of them over the curve of your jaw before tucking your hair carefully behind your ear.

"i can't lose you."

"you're not gonna lose me," you curled your own fingers around his wrist and tilted your head into it, an unfamiliar boldness washing over you as

you pressed your lips to the soft skin. steve's lips twitched into a smile, one that felt like liquid heat inside of you. "gonna be stuck with me for the rest of your life, whether you like it or not, harrington."

"i think i could live with that." his eyes searched your face, taking in each and every small feature as though he was committing them to memory. the way he was looking at you made the hairs on your arms stand up, heat curling in your stomach as your heart gave a thud. he'd never looked at you with such intensity before and you weren't sure how to handle it, your body feeling hot under his attention. his palm found your cheek, soft against the skin, and you melted into him with the first swipe of his thumb beneath your eye. "you're so beautiful."

you let out a startled breath that fanned across his lips and it was only then that you realised you'd moved so close to him, your faces only inches apart. his eyes fell to your lips, gaze dark and every thought in your head turned to dust in that moment, steve's fingers the only thing you could focus on. the entire room seemed to have fallen silent as though waiting for one of you to move, even dustin's bulldozer snores seemed muted to your ears.

"steve-"

"i love you." the words tumbled from his lips, a little harsher than he intended and you blinked in surprise, lips parting again on his name but he was speaking already. "i mean, i'm in love with you." those words were a lot softer, muttered almost nervously into the room and you didn't miss the flush on his cheeks or the anxious waver of his voice.

"you're in love with me?"

"so in love with you." his nod was slow, his lips curving into a tentative smile. his thumb trailed to your bottom lip and he carefully brushed over it, tugging it down ever so slightly before letting it snap back into place. "you have no idea." you were frozen, eyes locked on steve but he was staring at your mouth, eyes glassy and a little unfocused and you wanted to know what exactly was running through his head, wanted to know if his thoughts were as jumbled as yours.

steve harrington was in love with you. your best friend, the boy who teased you about your braces, the boy you fought russian's with, the boy you'd been in love with since he first offered you his chocolate bar when you were twelve years old, was in love with you. your mind wouldn't let you believe it, your heart hammering in your chest as you wondered over whether he was just joking with you. but he looked so serious, so set and the nervous glint in his eyes made you think that he maybe was being honest.

"you don't have to say it back, i know you probably don't feel the same but with everything that's happening with the curse and us having no fucking clue what we're doing, i just needed you to know." you arched your eyebrows at him and shuffled impossibly closer, lifting your hand to brush his hair back off his forehead.

"you seriously think i wouldn't feel the same?" he just shrugged, suddenly looking shy, his eyes flickering around your face and you gave a quiet laugh, head shaking. "steve, i've been in love with you since we were twelve." you felt his entire body go tense against you, his thumb pausing it’s back and forth motion across your chin and the awe struck expression on his face made you giggle quietly.

“why didn’t you say anything?”

“why didn’t you say anything?” you prodded his cheek playfully and he sent you a sheepish grin, ducking his head ever so slightly. you watched him, slipping your hand over his neck until his hair tickled the tips of your fingers. “i guess looming death is a great way to get a love confession out of someone, hm?”

“lucas made me realise that i want you to know just how much i love you in case the worst happens. i need you to know how much you mean to me, that i don’t just look at you and see my best friend, that i look at you and i see someone i wanna spend the rest of my life with. however long that might be.” a slow smile curved your lips at his words and you pushed your fingers completely into his hair, leaning in to nudge your nose against his. your chest felt light but hot, completely fuzzy because steve loved you.

“i love you more than i thought was ever possible, i’m so in love with every single part of you steve harrington.” steve’s grin was wide and full blown, almost taking up his entire face and it was that smile that made your first kiss so ridiculously awkward for the first couple of seconds. it was a clash of teeth, a bump of noses, the gentle knock of his chin against yours until you giggled and he laughed and then he was kissing your properly. full and with so much love your blood seemed to sing in your veins and your heart hammered so harshly against your chest you were certain it was trying to reach his.

his fingers gripped lightly at your chin to keep you tilted towards him and the soft noise he let out into your mouth when you shifted your fingers through his hair was decidedly your new favourite sound. his lips were warm and soft, so soft you were determined to know what lip balm he used, and he tasted of mint, his toothpaste not yet having warn off, with the tiniest hint of the coffee he’d been stealing from you all day. you felt dizzy, drunk on his kisses and in that moment you’d do absolutely anything he asked of you. steve’s body shifted until he was half hovering over you, the blanket thankfully covering you from any prying eyes however you hoped everyone was still fast asleep.

this moment was one you wanted to stay in forever. in time, whenever you thought of fleeting happiness, it would be this moment. steve’s lips on yours, his previous declaration of love branded into your heart like an immovable stamp. he nipped ever so slightly at your bottom lip and then mumbled his next words directly into your mouth, the sound muffled and messy, his voice a little shaky.

“tell me again.”

“hmm?” you couldn’t concentrate. not when he was kissing you the way he was, when you could feel every inch of his body up against yours, the heat of him swirling white hot happiness in your stomach. he pulled back slightly, lips only inches from yours and sent you a small smile. the tops of his cheeks were flushed and his hair was messy from your fingers, falling carelessly over his forehead, just kissing the tops of his eyebrows.

“i wanna hear you say it again, so i know i’m not dreaming.”

“you had me like this in a lot of your dreams, harrington?”

“a few of them, although we’re both usually wearing a lot less clothes.” you smacked his shoulder at that, eyes rolling despite your grin because you’d be a liar if you said you hadn’t had similar dreams. steve smothered his laughter in your hair, trying his hardest to stay quiet and not wake the others. he was guaranteed to be teased once they found out he finally admitted how he felt and he’d much rather have shared a few more kisses before that happened. he took a few seconds to calm his giggles and then tipped his head back to you, dropping a kiss to your chin and then the corner of your mouth. “tell me again.”

with a sigh you took his face in your hands, palms soft against his cheeks and stared headlong into those dark eyes that had you hooked from day one. your thumbs brushed beneath his eyes and you lifted your head to nudge his nose. “i love you.” there was such finality to your words, a solid statement, a fact, something that would never change and that was all it took for steve to bring you in for another kiss. this one was deeper and a little more desperate but still so utterly and completely toe curling. you had been through your fair share of kisses but nothing would ever come close to this one.

#stranger things #stranger things blurb #stranger things fic #joe keery #steve harrington #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fic

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the cats of the park is just frostpaw finally getting some therapy

tbh tho I feel like them being separate from clan life would help her immensely. They’re not so wrapped up in this culture of battle so they have a new and refreshing perspective (and also frost doesn’t have to worry about ulterior motives because they are STAYING AWAY from THAT trainwreck that is the clans)

RE: Nothing in BB!ASC is set in stone until the arc is done BUT

One excellent thing ASC has done with the Park cats that is commendable, is that they're treated as legitimate. Not inferior or malicious. They're just another culture that Frostpaw is going to learn from. The bar is UNDERGROUND but we've finally hopped over it.

So I'd want to keep and acknowledge that.

I think I might have an interesting idea for Frostpaw's journey. Also, side note... I'm thinking BB!ASC will rename every book because these titles are actually awful, im sorry. So I'd call this one ASC: The Source of the River

Gonna jot these down;

So, to begin with, Frostpaw calls the human. While being heavily sedated, she has her first vision of Riverstar.

FROSTPAW DOES NOT HAVE A SPECIAL CONNECTION TO STARCLAN.

She NEVER would. Screw that. Instead-- learning to connect to this vision of Riverstar, to her ancestors and their wisdom, is a SKILL she would learn.

Frame the journey less as Riverstar's Side Quest and more as Frostpaw chasing the Revelation she had while anesthetized.

So when she wakes up, she's thinking about how incomprehensibly VAST Riverstar was. She can't even imagine how there's enough space in the world to contain such a being.

Even the Lake itself... the lake is just a droplet, being suckled like a kit on the teat of the Southern Inlet river

For a second, her troubles seemed like a small flea on the nose of a great, cosmic being. But as she reconnects with the mortal plane after her dream, the flea becomes an infestation. She doesn't know where to begin, or how she can save her Clan.

She thinks back to Riverstar. The river that feeds the Lake. Was that what he was trying to tell her? That she has to follow it to the source?

STOP 1: RIVER WARD

The BB!Tribe is massively overhauled. The Tribe of Rushing Water defines themselves as three Wards (Cave, Mountain, River), connected by living on the same stretch of river.

From them, she learns about connections. They are simply able to call upon each other for all they need, there's no need to "appoint" someone to manage everything.

Families and friends hold each other accountable, networking and negotiating constantly. When the group must act as one, it casts stones.

Their Stoneteller is a religious leader, but all cats connect with their ancestors by personally interpreting omens, even without needing to go see him.

(Contrast to BB!Clans, whose Clerics are the KEEPERS of holy knowledge, and it is a sin to interpret StarClan's will on your own)

Yet, there are downsides. She can see ostracised cats who skirt at the edges of the Ward, especially the descendants of a particular group (called Flicks) that she learns once tried to invade the River Ward.

Though they welcome travellers and have a positive view of Clan cats as "family," she learns that they freeze out those who break taboo. Even for smaller offenses-- social faux pas and personal disputes have caused rifts within the Ward.

And the personal omen interpretation means that two cats can try and justify their feelings with religious commands, leveraging any "soothsayer" (particularly religious cats) connections they have like a social pissing match, unless they're both willing to get dragged to Stoneteller.

From all this, Frostpaw learns that she CAN connect to Riverstar and her ancestors, even if she can't speak to them... and that she must LISTEN. Not allow herself to twist her ancestor's words.

And all the Wards are connected, by the source of a river. Suddenly she answers her question.

"How could the world be big enough to contain a being like Riverstar?" Because water isn't all in one place. It's everywhere. It pools where it can and flows where it cannot.

And yet-- a single people is connected by its water. Three wards, one River. Five Clans, one Lake... three siblings, one belly.

Her heart aches thinking about Curlfeather.

She thinks of when quarreling Tribemates are brought to Stoneteller to arbitrate, and be taught the truth. Brought up the river, to its source at the waterfall.

That has to be it! The source, the BEGINNING.

Stop 2 would be WarriorClan as she heads south, but I'm not sure what they'd teach her yet lmao. Monkeystar says "Hi! Do you want to learn how to play a kazoo"

STOP 3... I'd want to rename the Park Cats. Maybe the New Park cats.

(evil brain: "Neopark. Make terrible petsite joke. Be reincarnated as a lotus flower)

There would also be a BIG recap of Ancient Park culture, and the River Kingdom. Frostpaw knows they had KINGS.

And a lot of aspects that modern Clan cats have-- ceremonial sparring, mentors and apprentices, the Law of the Deputy... those came out of the River Kingdom, before its collapse in the Code Era.

But these cats are NOTHING like the glorious tales of a Kingdom warrior. In fact... this is THE park!

THE park that was destroyed, which King Arc-of-Park lead his people away from. How could it have been ruined if it's still here?

(Reality: the Park was shrunk and landscaped. It was destroyed in that time to the perspective of cats. Maybe she'll have some visions of the past through meditation...)

But the survivors, and those who chose not to follow their King... they remained. And they continue to thrive.

Like canon, have them teach her the ability to meditate. Unlike Tribe cats, meditation is about SIGNS, not OMENS. Omens are physical. Signs are psychic.

(Also i like Bee so im probably gonna keep him as Frosty's yoga coach)

She sees Riverstar a few times, has details of Curlfeather's scheme revealed to her in enough chunks to piece together,

but is eventually bowled over when her best, most productive meditation yet... results in a black shadow.

He has a shining pearlstone adorning his head, and deep, wet pools for eyes. Very few other features can be made out, besides his paw, which is shockingly normal compared to his wraith-like body.

Somehow, Frostpaw understands she is looking at a Patron. But she doesn't know who he is until he tells her, he is King Arc-of-Park.

Though remembered, he is not invoked often. The details of his appearance are lost. All that remains of him is his paw-- carried on in a few expressions and the -paw suffix. The one which Frostpaw herself currently bears.

Since Riverstar, his beloved son, so rarely speaks in straightforward terms, he has come to give Frostpaw her answers.

But before she speaks, trembling with desire for finally FINALLY getting the truth, almost frozen by the sheer volume of things she needs to know, he stops and tells her,

"You have earned the truth, Frostpaw. Be not afraid to ask for what you are owed-- but we only have time for three questions, and I shall ask three in turn."

Question 1: "What did you need me to learn?"

"Many things. How to find your own answers. The perspective of the thousand eyes you've met. The wisdom that only a pilgrimage can bestow. I, too, was no leader before I brought my people up the river, and now you too must save RiverClan. Have you learned what we sought to teach?"

She feels unsure... "I don't think I can know if I have, until I go home."

Even though he has no mouth, she can hear his smile, "That is a yes, child."

Question 2: "What am I learning about RiverClan and its history, if these New Park cats are nothing like my Kingdom ancestors?"

He hums, "You have come to the source of the river, and are vexxed to not find the water that is already swirling downstream? No cat stands in the same river twice, for it is not the same river, and they are not the same cat. Are my people gone, Frostpaw, or do they live on?"

Stunned, her jaw hangs open ever so slightly. She thought she knew the answer right away, but his simple question becomes a riddle on her tongue.

He tells her not to worry. She does not need to answer his questions immediately, as they're running out of time. Ask your last.

Question 3: "...did my mom love me?"

IMMEDIATE, "she did. Child of my distant blood, she loved you like a king loves his prince. Ferociously, ambitiously... selfishly."

He cradles her face in his one, massive, silk-soft paw, like he's reaching out of the shadows, across time itself. His last question, "She put you in a terrible position, didn't she?"

A lifetime's worth of love and agony bubbles out of the kid, "SHE DID. She DID and I never did ANYTHING to deserve this, I did everything she told me, and I just wanted to make her happy, and... and i miss my mom."

When she returns from her trance, she's crying.

But her companions are here to help her unpack all of what she just learned.

Will probably end up letting her recruit a little DND party lmao... maybe one cat from each pit stop. Heartstar shouldn't be the only girlie who's allowed to get expansion packs.

Make a little found family here that Frostpaw returns home with.

RE: NOT. CONFIRMED YET. NONE of this is BB canon yet. Just thoughts I need to get down.

#better bones au #bone babble #BB!ASC #I hope i can have night join river in the end tbh #Honestly i feel like it works best if he burned his bridge in thunder several times over #And realizes he really won't be happy there and he feels like the best thing to do is start new #Like have a bittersweet feeling where he's still loved and loves them. But with time they all see it was a wise and honest choice #Budding theme here could be Sometimes Love Is Not Enough #Something about how sometimes you need to change your environment. Either by leaving it or working on it #And a bad environment for one person is a good one for another #BUT AGAIN gotta see where everyone ends up

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Pablo Gavi - NSFW Alphabet

Hey y'all - so I was supposed to do day 10 of the prompt challenge today, but the prompt is "car rides". Gavi doesn't drive and I don't have a car, so I'm not feeling any inspiration whatsoever. That being said, I saw someone on here say they were gonna do an NSFW alphabet for Gavi, which I love. I wanted to wait until they posted it, but I want to see if I can come up wit my own ideas (make sure I'm not copying unintentionally). So here we go.

SMUT BEYOND THE FOLD!!! Please don't read if you're not comfortable. MDNI!!!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I wish I could say Gavi was sweet and tender after sex, but he's just not. Pablo is young and super high energy, meaning that your sessions, whether one round or multiple, would be really intense. Very physical - very sweaty. One he was finished, he would collapse on top of you, breathing heavy, unable to hold up his weight anymore. He would roll off of you and just lay there, trying to catch his breath and fighting the urge to just fall asleep. Whenever you got done cleaning yourself up, he would pull you into him, hiding you close against his still racing heart, telling you how amazing you were and how much he loved you. He would pepper kisses on your forehead, eyes gradually closing as he fell asleep, sweaty skin still pressed against yours.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of themselves and their partner)

Gavi's favorite part of himself was his thighs. More than any other part of his body, they showed off how hard he had worked to get where he was, and how much effort he put into his career. He especially loved them because they drove you crazy. He loved lounging around the house in boxer shorts and a sweatshirt, seeing the way you stared at his exposed thigh muscle. The first time you had gone down on him, you bit him on the thigh, unable to control yourself (this is actually something I think about all the time). He knew his thighs could make you melt instantly, and he reveled in that power. The first time you came to him, shy and blushing, asking to ride his thigh, you looked so cute he couldn't even tease you. He just sat you on his thigh and tensed, allowing you to rock back and forth, getting drunk on the whimpers you let out.

On you, he was obsessed with your neck. He was always finding times in the day to leave gentle kisses on your neck, making you blush and giggle in the process. He loved tucking his head into your neck, leaving dark purple marks that were almost impossible to cover. He loved when he placed his hand around your neck, slightly stopping the blood flow, and watching your glassy eyes hood in arousal while he gave you everything you wanted. His favorite thing was watching the "p" necklace he gave you dangle off your neck, sitting prettily between your collar bones (often near a love bite), reminding everyone that no one could love you like he could.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

The first time you had gone down on Gavi, you swallowed his entire load, and then went up to kiss him. He stopped you with one hand. You were shocked and rather offended. For weeks after that, you refused to give him head. He eventually got over his fragility of tasting his own cum, and then the begging started. He would please with you every night for head, assuring you that you could spit in his mouth after swallowing and he would thank you. While you didn't go that far, you finally tried giving him head again. When he finished, you held it in your mouth, coming up to show him. You stuck your tongue and allowed some to drip on your bare chest before swallowing. He almost came a second time.

Pablo loves you, but he is also 18, so one hard line for him is cumming inside of you. He is scared about it, and refuses to do it for the first several months of your relationship. He learned to finish other places. He found that his favorite was across your stomach. He loved watching you lay there, coated in sweat and cum trying to recover from the evening's activities. Something about it just scratched the possessive part of his brain in the right way.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Two words: mommy. kink. In every other aspect of his life, he hated being treated like a baby. But sometimes when he was getting sexy with you, all he wanted to was to be told that he was a good boy (or even better - a bad boy) and have you pamper him. He loved being told what to do, asking, "like this, mami? Am i doing good for you?" Sometimes he would purposefully disobey so that you would be extra rough with him, throwing him roughly on the bed and riding him with reckless abandon, disciplining your baby boy. He would die if anyone ever found out, but with you, he felt comfortable enough to let his submissive side out, giving up full control.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Everyone on this website likes to portray Gavi as someone who has never felt the touch of a woman. There is no way that is true. Have you seen this boy??? There are clothes disintegrating just at the thought. Also, as some has said on here before, Spanish men are whores!! Sex, especially casual sex, is part of the culture, and so I def think Gavi has some experience (2-4 girls). However, I don't think he has much experience having deep/ meaningful sex (ya know the kind with feelings attached). He knows where everything is and what to do, but he needs some coaching in order for things to be as pleasurable and romantic as possible. He may be frustrated at first by all your adjustments, but he's eager to excel, and follows your que whenever given.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Gavi is not the tallest. Everyone has come to terms with this. So he prefers something where he can still feel bigger and stronger than you. Doggy is an obvious favorite: he gets to go hard and smack your ass, and there is a perfect opportunity to grip your neck. He also loves spooning you, feeling your skin against his, and allowing him to get so deep within you. He can practically feel every moan and shiver run through your body. He loved both because they allowed him the freedom to roam every inch of your body, and go as rough as he wanted with you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Gavi isn't a serious person, and this carries over for sex as well. Whenever Pablo wanted to get it on, you could usually tell from his demeanor. He would get really touchy with you, snuggling up to you and trying to pull the collar of your shirt down. He would be making suggestive comments at you, wiggling his eyebrows at you and making cheeky grabs. In bed, he was always focused, going hard and fast. But he loved talking to you, and things always stayed light hearted. He would laugh breathlessly when trying to change positions. He tickled you and made jokes. He just loved being around you, and never took anything too seriously.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Like most footballers, Gavi is rather well groomed. From the short pull shots we've gotten, he's not a forest-keeper. He has a little bit of hair, starting at his navel and creating a happy trail to where you really wanted to be. He let his hair grow out a bit, making him feel more manly, but it was nothing too severe. A little bit of hair so things weren't bald. He definitely doesn't seem like the person to have the patience to always be clean shaven.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Gavi treated sex really casually. He liked sleeping. He liked eating. He liked having sex. And that's how he treated it - a fun activity he got to do when you were together. He liked that there was not a lot of pressure to be overly romantic all the time. Sometimes, when you two would plan it out, he would go all out with the romance: Candles, rose petals, new lingerie he picked out just for you. He would take his time admiring every inch of you, stripping you down, and telling him how much he loved you. But he was busy - he could never be like that all that time. It just made it more special when he was.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I don't know how many of you have ever met an 18 year old boy, but these mfers are hornyyyyyy. They can't help it. Not only was his biology working against him, but Pablo had you as a smoking hot girlfriend. Every night he wasn't going to spend with you he was jacking off. In the early morning when he was hard and you were still asleep? Jacking off. Sometimes he was still hard after multiple rounds, and with some assistance from you, finished himself off. You were happy to help him whenever he needed, but honestly he was embarrassed to admit how many times a day he got horny, and so kept most of his jacking off private. You didn't mind - you didn't want your poor baby to be in pain. You just told him to come to you if he ever needed any material, because if he was going to get off to any naked body, it better be yours.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Building onto the mommy kink from earlier (see D), Gavi was an absolute sucker for praise. He didn't even know it consciously. He loved being told when he was doing well in all aspects of his life. This was even more true when it came to getting intimate with you. It started tame enough, with you straddling Pablo on the couch, and him sucking on your neck. He started grabbing at your ass, kneading the flesh between his fingers. "Ah, Pablo, please don't stop, that feels so good." His eyes widened and he felt his bulge get tighter in his pants. You kept messing around, and he whispered into your ear, "please tell me I'm doing good." You smirked (somewhat evilly) and it was praise from there on out. You would always tell him how good he was, how great he felt, and how there was no one in the world that could do what he did. "You're such a good boy for me Pablo. You look so good, doing so well. Just like that amor." He was absolute putty in your hands, and when he was away from you, you sent him the praise in text messages, fearing he would go through withdrawal.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

For some reason, Gavi's favorite place to get busy was the couch. It was perfect. On his days off, he didn't have to move at all. There were snack on the table, the remote was in reach, and he could just hit whenever he felt like it. There were so many surfaces to rest you against and so much space for whatever activities you had in mind. He also really liked being in bed with you. He was not a fan of having sex in public. Everywhere he went people recognized him, and the last thing he needed was to be exposed for having sex against a tree in the park. He was also very possessive by nature, and so the thought of everyone else seeing you really turned him off.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

All you had to do was touch Gavi and he was ready to go. It could be simple touches, like wrapping your hands around his biceps whenever you walked through a crowd, or when you came and sat on his lap on a lazy weekend. As soon as he felt your warm body and the softness of your skin, he wanted to get more. When you really wanted to expedite the process of getting Pablo in the mood, you would treat him like a boy. Not in a mean way, but in a way that got him a little bit angry - having something to prove. "I'm so tired. I'd ask you to life me, but I don't think you can Pablito." "Aw Pablo, you're so cute when you pout. Want a kiss to feel better?" "You wouldn't know, you're just a kid." That last one is asking for trouble, so you used it rarely. But when you did, you were in for a rough night. "A kid, huh? I'll show you that I'm a man baby."

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Breeding kink. The idea of him getting you pregnant was not one that he found sexy in the slightest. He was barely an adult himself, and so the idea of becoming a father was one that sent nausea rippling through him. His limit was you calling him "papi" - that he could tolerate. But the idea of him putting a baby in you was not one that turned him on. For the first 6 months you were together he refused to nut in you, afraid of what could happen despite you being on birth control. He was still nervous about it, asking for you to tell him when your period started after every time he couldn't pull out fast enough. No breeding for Pablo.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Gavi was a competitive boy. He wanted to be the best at everything. Coupled with his love of being praised, this made him prefer giving oral, rarely ever asking for it back. When you first started going out, he was overconfident and underdelivered, leading to you giving a lot of suggestions. He was visibly frustrated. "Would you rather me give you advice of fake an orgasm?" He was a diligent student after that. He loved having your thighs around his ears, your hands pressing him against you, grinding into him as he moved his tongue how he knew you liked it. He was practicing weekly, and you were in heaven every time Pablo ate you out. He was amazing at eating you.

When it came to receiving, Pablo was a beast. He lost control whenever you were on top of him. You and Pablo experimented a lot, leading to you figuring out what he liked and what he loved. Pablo loved grabbing your hair, forcing you further down on his cock. After a few throw-up near misses, you started restraining his hands while giving him head, telling him if he touched you, you would stop. Now all he could do was helplessly bush his hips up, begging you in the most whiny voice to give him more.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Gavi is fast and rough with everything in his life, and you were no exception. He was an aggressive lover, loving to manhandle you. He loved picking you up, making you feel small and delicate. He loved pulling your hair back, exposing the skin of your neck for him to nibble at. His pace was brutal, almost bruising, and he loved giving you smacks on your ass to keep you from going fully fog-brained from how well he was dicking you down. After a stressful game, sex was soft and cuddly. Lots of kissing and skin on skin, the pace a lot slower. It was at those times when you got to flip him over and ride him, as he was happy to let you put in all the work.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Because of his hormonal nature, Pablo loved quickies. He loved them. In the morning against the counter in the bathroom. In the car when you picked him up from practice. Right before a night out (or in the bathroom at the restaurant). He loved the relief he got from being inside you. Would he prefer an hour to caress you and touch every inch of you? Sure. But if there was a chance for him to fuck you, he was taking it (and he could finish in like 100 seconds flat if he tried).

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He was all for taking risks as long as it wasn't something that was going to get him exposed in the media. You wanted to blindfold him? Go for it. You wanted to use toys in the bedroom? Sure, use his card. But you want to get frisky on a public beach? That was where he drew the line. Any place that didn't have a closed door, he was not fucking in it. He was also not into experimenting with receiving pain. His job needed him to be in peak physical condition, and so he was nervous when it came to anything that could compromise that condition.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Footballer (high endurance) + midfielder (higher endurance) + teenage hormones = this man is never going for just one round if y'all have time. If he can, he's going for at least 2-3. Y'all see how quick he gets up from injuries on the field? That's how fast he was recovering. Even if he wasn't chasing his own orgasm, he wanted to give you multiple. He loved the rush that came with seeing you limp on the bed, whimpering out from overstimulation is he breathed in your direction. Only he could do that to you. Some days when he was really tired, he let you lead him through one round and then was ready for bed. You would always tease him on those nights. "Aw Pablito, tapping out after only one round?" "Just wait till I get a good night's sleep, Princesa. You'll be eating those words. Or moaning them."

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Pablo was traditional. Penis and tongue and hands. He never thought about buying you toys for yourself or for you as a couple. But whenever you suggested something, he told you to get it. Nothing had been disappointing so far. He had some personal favorites. The rose toy? He was pulling that out when he was ready to suck your soul out of your body and keep you satisfied for a week. You had bought some sexy dice, and he loved the surprise that came with them. His favorite by far was the satin ribbon that you had bought last Valentine's day. He loved the look of the red against your skin when he tied your hands behind your back.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He was not one that naturally liked to tease. But you - oh you were such a brat. You loved to mess with Gavi, pushing all of his buttons. This had created a monster. Pablo now was a mastermind at teasing you, and he did it in basically every interaction. From playful words ("Stop undressing me with your eyes Princesa, I know I'm hot in my jersey") to playful touches on your waist and thighs, he loved getting you riled up and leaving you high and dry. He would often send you pictures from the locker room in shorts only, asking you silly questions like "Which of my 6 abs is the hottest?" He loved it so much, because you were always pliable and wiling when he saw you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Pablo is a soft and low moaner. His moans are close to your easy, breathy and coming deep from his soul. He would whine whenever he was getting close, the stimulation making him impatient. When you two were home alone, he let himself go. He knew that you loved hearing him, and so he was more free with his moans. You loved when he started cursing. "Fuck princesa. You're so fucking hot." When he came, he would let out loud and higher pitched moans, so passionate it almost sounded like he was in pain. The longer he was with you, the more confident he got in letting you hear how you made him feel.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

"I want to wear his initial on a chain round my neck."

For your anniversary, Pablo bought you a dainty chain with a beautiful old English "P" on it. He bought you a matching anklet with a number "6". You had almost cried when you received them, loving that Pablo wanted to be close to you, wanted to publicly claim you as his girl. One night, he had come home from a match with one goal and one assist. He was ready for you to pamper him, to ride him into the sunset. You bounced on top of him, boobs jiggling in his face. Your necklace was dangling over him, slapping your chest as you moved. You stopped momentarily, grabbing the chain and placing it between your teeth, then continuing to ride him with reckless abandon. He couldn't tell you why, but seeing you clutch his letter between your lips started a fire in him. He kissed you feverishly, pulling you off of him and switching your positions, now reinvigorated to fuck you senseless. He brought your legs up by his head and kissed your ankle with the number "6" on it softly before slamming into you. Since then, you had to be careful wearing things that were his. His jersey. His hoodies. His barca shirts and sweats. His merch from the Spain national team. Even your necklace stayed tucked in your collar. All of them were dangerous, because the carnalistic desire for you to be his and his alone meant that wearing anything that belonged to Gavi could get you railed senseless (naturally that made you wear them more).

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I want to lie and say I haven't been looking, but I have. I'm so sorry. Average penis length in Spain is 5.4 inches, and I would say that is what Pablo is packing. Dick size might be the most average thing about him. However, as we all know, it's not the size of the wave but the *motion of the ocean*. Gavi would know how to use every inch. But yeah. Stop using the number 7 when you talk about my boy Gavi. Those football shorts are tight y'all. If he was a horse we would know.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High. I am tired of beating around the bush. My man wants to fuck. You have a nice ass and soft tiddies and pretty lips and even prettier eyes. He just wants to bend you over every surface that he can and fuck. When he's gone, he's always asking for pics and videos of you. He thinks about you when he touches himself. The blood can either be in his dick or his brain, and it needs to be in his brain for him to succeed at football. He wants you and he wants you all the damn time.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

You have about 3 minutes from when sex ends to Pablo being knocked out cold. He may be rough and passionate, but at the end of the day, he's a baby boy and he is sleepy. He wants to stay awake and cuddle and be that cute boyfriend, but he can't. He's tired from being on the move constantly. And so he always leaves a hand outstretched for you to lay against, even when he's asleep.

*Bonus*

The funniest thing that gets Gavi hard: you biting him. You loved looking at Pablo's arms. He had the most gorgeous, tones, and bite-able arms imaginable (see below photo for reference). Whenever you would be chilling with him, you would lay on top of him and bite him on the bicep. The first couple of times, he yelped in pain, leading to you kissing it better, and things getting heated. You inadvertently Pavlov dogged him. Now every time he felt your teeth sinking into your bicep, he remembered getting frisky on the couch, and boom he was hard. His teammates always asked why he had "zombie bites", but he just waived them off, slipping on his long sleeves and thinking about you.

^^ Tell me you don't want to sink your teeth into that

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A/N: Hey y'all !!! Hope y'all enjoyed. I love when other writers do these, so I thought I would give it a shot. Please leave any comments or feel free to talk to me in my asks - I love hearing from y'all! Working on the next part of the series. Let's see how long it will be.

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