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vic michaelis getting their own show... i used to pray for days like these
#it's valeriia talking#as somebody who regularly goes to their improv shows... vic michaelis is a GENIUS.#vic michaelis and jacob wysocki and lou wilson funniest ppl on earth.#the fact that dropout hasnt gotten devin fields on anything yet is a CRIME.#devin on breaking news WHEN.
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-> kiss me quick | blurb
paige b. x famous!fem!reader | for @euphternal
genre: fluff
summary: the hard launch of your relationship happens courtside at a nba game because the camera man won’t give up
the camera followed you. from the moment you sat down he was finding angles and sneaky ways to cut to you each timeout or commercial break. you played into it because it was the new normal for your life. with your dads recent acquisition of an nba and wnba team, all eyes were on your family. the media speculated endlessly about your dad, his previous experience, his hockey playing son and you, a model and brand ambassador for multiple luxury brands. you worked alongside you dad in the office with designing the teams public image and crafting more life and energy into the game. the future of quality basketball meant a unforgettable fan experience. you, your friends, and your brothers’ friends always sat front row. you were a loud mouth heckler and famously known for it. there was a video of you that circulated where you told off the referee while simultaneously giving the bird to devin booker after he played dirty.
it was all in good fun, devin would dm you after the game, asking to take you out but you declined - he was 1/2 your type. he was an athletic professional basketball player but he fell short in the most important area. you liked your basketball players to be women, tall and blonde, with a heart of gold. someone who was unapologetic about their loyalty. and that someone, your girlfriend, was paige bueckers.
she was late to the game and when she finally slid into the seat next to you, she held a shirley temple in her hand and a massive smile on her face. she leaned into your ear to say hi and offered you a sip of her drink - she held the straw for you and you took a long swig of the alcoholic drink that she so desperately loved. you couldn’t help but agree that it was delicious. paige leaned back into the seat and placed her arm on the back of your chair, immediately asking about the game. her infamous leg spread made you smile - she looked really fucking good tonight.
“how does dad feel about it?” paige questioned about the teams sudden lackluster performance. paige loved your dad and he loved her right back. he was skeptical of her at first - he assumed she was cozying up to you so that she would get a guaranteed spot on a wnba team. but the more she came around it was clear she loved you and soon, she was family.
“he’s pissed. there’s some disconnect between the coaches and the players and they don’t want to talk through it.” you admitted. paige shook her head in disbelief.
“what are these plays? the guys are reading right through them.” she sighed as the opposing team possessed the ball. the suns executed a perfect counter play to control the ball and lob it to their own player, who dunked and swung on the rim for good measure. he stuck his tongue out in a celebratory fashion and pointed at you - a friendly jab but it didn’t stop the irritation from growing.
the buzzer echoed through the arena and a commercial break ensued and you turned to paige to give her your undivided attention. it had been while since you had seen her last. you crossed your legs and she placed her hand on your knee, listening closely as you tried to talk over the mc announcing a kiss cam. it was in the back of your mind as you talked to her about the meeting you had with your dad but the music overpowered you. suddenly, the crowd whooped and cheered and paige snatched her hand from your leg. you looked up at the jumbotron where the camera man had you promptly placed in a heart with your brothers friend, who sat to the left of you. the both of you laughed and your brothers friend fiend heartbreak as you denied him a kiss.the camera moved on to someone else, thankfully.
the camera bounced between couples, old and young, and you smiled at how interactive the crowd was tonight. even in the midst of one of the worst days of the season, the fans were happy to participate. the crowd grew louder and this time, the camera man settled on paige and your brother who sat to the right of her. he fell over in laughter and she immediately began signaling “no” with her hand swiping back and forth in front of her face. your brother was cackling, pushing her arm playfully and she turned as red as a tomato.
“oh my god they aren’t giving up tonight.” you laughed and your brother said, “i bet yall are next.”
“no shot.” “hell no.” you and paige spoke simultaneously. the camera panned to another couple who seemed to be wearing matching uconn shirts and paige cheered along with the crowd. the buzzer rang again, signaling the end of the break.
“see, i told you that they wouldn’t come back.” you replied but you spoke too soon. the kiss cam was focused squarely on you and paige. the two of you placed on each side of a heart in the jumbotron and to make matters worse the crowd began to chant, “kiss kiss kiss” over and over.
paige looked to you and you looked at her, both of you bursting into laughter. she took the comfortable, easy route, and placed a kiss on your cheek and much to your surprise, the crowd booed and paige threw her hands in the air.
“should we?” she asked as the crowd began chanting “kiss kiss kiss” again, this time louder than the last. you shrugged your shoulders with a smile and bit the inside of your lip and nodded at your girlfriend, who took you face in her hand. she held your jaw sweetly and kissed you. the sound of the crowd was deafening and your heart was beating faster than you knew it could. sneakily, paige wrapped her hand around your neck and pulled you in closer which made you giggle against her lips. you knew it would go viral as soon as the internet got ahold of it. it was an unserious kiss but a kiss nonetheless and you knew that people were shocked to see it. you pulled away from her and waved at the camera before hiding your face in your hands. paige leaned back in her seat once more, a smirk spread across her face.
the crowd was satisfied with the results of their chanting and finally getting you two to kiss. it wasn’t a secret but you kept it private - until now, when you made out with your girlfriend on national television. where there was no back tracking. paige’s phone immediately started to flood with notifications of what just happened, people even sent pictures of the kiss.
“i cannot believe we did that.” you said, “i can’t believe you did that.” you teased. she pulled her phone out and scrolled through the comments flooding her instagram page.
“look,” she pointed at the comments.
user1: always knew she was for the girls but did she have to take my girl smh
user2: paige you didn’t have to break up with me this way
user3: i would die for your gf actually
#paige bueckers#paige bueckers fanfiction#paige bueckers fic#paige bueckers x oc#paige bueckers x reader#paige bueckers blurb#uconn wbb
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I imagine being in the olden days wed off to a rich woman in a far off land. My parents don't even look at me as they send me off to ashamed of selling their daughter through marriage. When I arrive at my new wife's estate. I'm greeted first by her servants who inform me that they've been ordered to wash me and throw away my things not to "dirty" the place. As I start to argue I'm cut off as the servant says that the madam will allow me to keep 3 personal items. I relent picking out my items before getting carted away to the bath. I bathe myself before getting dressed in linin that was left out for me.
Although beautiful the cloth is quite sheer. Upon getting dressed I'm direct to the madam's chambers. As I am being guided I can hear the servants chatter to each other of sorry they are for me. When I am finally in my wife's bedroom the servants leave me alone with her. I stand by the door as she sits up in her bed her status displayed by her large canopy covering her bed. She is the first to break the silence
"I just knew that robe would look devine on you. Please allow me to get a better look. "
I walk over to her bedside. I freeze when she begins rubbing my shoulders and chest through the robe. She takes notice of this "Do you know why you're here? " I tell her that I have been married to her. She nods "Yes little lamb, you are my wife. Do you know what that means? " I hesitantly nod. "It means that you are mine. You now and shall forever belong to me. " at this statement I hang my head in submission.
"Now, I would like to consummate. " she says while dipping her hand into my robe. I stare at her confusingly. She looks at me puzzled. "Did you not hear me?" I nod before meekly explaining that I don't know what that means.
At this Statment she laughs. "Oh girl, to cement our marriage it is consequential that we have sex. " at this statement I just stare at her questioningly. At this I watch as her face contours from one of questioning to a sneer. "Oh little lamb, have you truly not been touched? " at this question I stay silent contemplating the question in my head. "Truly, you just get better and better. They said that you would be given untouched, but I figured them liars." She says beginning to take my hand into hers.
"Do you truly not know anything about that thing between your legs?" I begin to shyly nod again while covering my face. At this she picks me up and lays me down into her bed. I begin to hold her hand away from my robe as she begins to untie it still confused by her sudden actions. "Oh little lamb, do not reject me. I am your wife. I will take care of you, honest. " at this she softly pushes my hand out of the way continuing to take off the robe.
"Do not worry darling I will make your first time a very pleasurable one indeed. " she says a she slides her cold hand down my body and in between my legs. I begin to look up at her, at the spectical I am fully naked and she is clothed. "Darling, have you ever touched your self here, other than when washing? " I shake my head no at this response she let's out a moan. She then goes about placing tender kisses on my neck while slowly dipping her fingers, pushing on to my clit before rubbing slowly. I begin to squint and let out a whimper.
"Does that feel good? " I whine out a honest I don't know. "Have you ever felt like this before? " I shake my head no at this she begin to rub my clit a little faster cause me to moan. "It's okay, baby. Just lean into it. Move your hips a little." I begin to do as I am told. Leaning into the feeling, while pressing myself against her fingers.
"Remember, little lamb I am the only one who can make you feel like this. Understand that no one else is allowed to do this or even touch you down there,okay" at this I nod seeing my obedience she speeds up. "Good little wife." I begin to hear myself get louder quite embarrassed I try to silent myself. That is until she dips a finger inside of me. Causing me to look up at her in shock. "Oh good, you take my finger so well. So tight. How does it feel? " I tell her that it feels weird, which makes her giggle.
She just kisses me before moving her finger in and out seemingly looking for something. Then my body just does something I feel a tingley sensation start in my belly and go through out my body all the way to the tips of my toes. I let out a scream that combined with the feeling of her rubbing my clit is too much. At my scream she just snickers. "Baby, it was just one finger. What are you going to sound like when you take my whole hand? " she must of notice my nervous expression because she proceeds to kiss my forehead.
"Oh lamb, that is for another time tonight let us see if you can take three." At this she slides another finger in beside the first which gives me the new sensation of fullness. She then begins to play and losen me with those fingers cause me to hold onto her a little for guidance. She continues to watch me eyes flickering between my face and my cunt taking her fingers.
"Does it feel good? " I squeak out a yes as I begin to rock into the feeling "Do you think you can take one more? " I shake my head no as I already feel full with just the two. "Oh baby, I think you can take one more. " she says before pushing another finger in causing me to groan "See, I knew you could do it. " she say begin to move and rub faster.
As she keeps going my body starts to feel weird causing me to hold on to her tightly in fear. I tell her that somethings happening and I'm scared. "Oh, it okay baby just let it out let it happen. " as I hold on to she starts to get rougher causing me so scream as I cum on her fingers. I begin to shake as the after feeling washes over me. My wife then slips her fingers out. Before move to sit with my head in her lap just petting my hair. "That was your first orgasm, tell me was it good? " still dazed I nod "Good, I'm glad. However now that you had your fill it's time for you to do your wifely duties and take care of me. " she say before removing her robe and placing my head between her legs.
" Now be a good girl and lick. "
#wlw nsft#wlw ns/fw#sapphic ns/fw#lesbian ns/fw#lesbian smut#sapphic nsft#lesbian nsft#bottomposting
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in you, i trust | mick schumacher social media au
pairing: mick schumacher x reader
after the it couple of formula 1 go months without any interactions, the fans start to speculate what's going on. there's no way mick and you are over...right?
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wagupdatesf1 (ex?)Girlfriend of Mercedes Reserve Driver, Mick Schumacher seen with a man during her Cabo trip - pictures taken 14 hours apart
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orangelando "with a man" YOU MEAN DEVIN BOOKER
44hamilton how does she go from f1 driver and certified lover boy mick to a phoenix suns basketball player HOW DO THEY EVEN KNOW EACH OTHER
mickisbabyboy so does this mean her and mick are over...? 🥺
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yourusername i'm doing better than i ever was
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schumyys only here to see if mick commented
boxboxpls remember when mick used to comment 500 heart eye emojis i miss those days
sebbymick am i reading into the caption too much or is this her fr announcing she's single
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f1 Mick Schumacher is going to drive father Michael's @mercedesamgf1 W02 from the 2011 season at the Goodwood Festival of Speed! ✨
Now this, is special 🥹
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mercedesamgf1 can't wait to see it!!
formulafanclub sooo exciting!!! complimentary tissues better be given with each ticket purchase
wtf1jemma so if yn doesn't show up to the goodwood festival of speed then we know something's up
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mercedesamgf1 Blimey! It’s British GP Race Week at Silverstone. ❤️🤍💙
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freepracticespls Y/N LIKED THE PHOTO THIS IS GOOD RIGHT
lewishamilton ❤️
lightsoutmick if y/n isn't there this weekend i will actually throw myself onto the track at lights out she HAS to be there
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yourusername good vibes good friends good city
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whoislewis it has officially been 5 months since we got any mick content from y/n
formulanever no i think it's been 6
samgoesracing BESTIE ARE YOU STILL WITH MICK OR NOT
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yourusername As many of you know, I spent majority of 2021 and 2022 traveling the world with Mick for formula 1. Because of that, my life was put on hold. While I cherish those days, I lost sight of who I was.
Six months ago, Mick and I amicably decided to take a break. While the decision wasn’t easy, it was what was best for both of us as we both were in transitional points in our lives. During this time, I have traveled the world, for myself, and started to journal what I learned from locals, friends and strangers. Early on into this journey, I realized that my experiences were something that should be shared as I know we all go through times times when we feel lost and unsure of who we are.
‘In Me, I Trust’ is available now and is a collection of my stories, thoughts and advice. I hope you take what you need from it ♡
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dbook 10/10 stars
yourusername dev you're only saying that because there's a whole page dedicated to you
dbook only a page??? i thought i had a whole chapter
slowdowninthepits SHE WAS WRITING A BOOK THIS WHOLE TIME!! sneaky sneaky
kissformick wait so does this mean her and mick are officially over 🥺🥺🥺 we really are children of divorce
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mickschumacher worth the wait
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paddockbabes THE BOOK WAS WORTH THE WAIT OR SHE WAS
hamilgrussell IS THAT AN OLD PICTURE OR A NEW ONE I CAN'T TELL
0304mclarenss stop did y/n really send him a personalized copy im sobbing
ricciardoscafe "much like this book has found its way to you, i know my love will too" THAT MEANS THEY'RE GETTING BACK TOGETHER RIGHT?? RIGHT???/ SAY YES RIGHT NOW
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mickschumacher did you re-name your book?
yourusername no that's the sequel, limited copies though, probably just for your eyes only
mcnorris all is right in the world!! mom and dad are reunited!!!
lovelylewis only y/n would write a book on being single and how to grow while being alone and then go right back to mick
formulanever i don't blame her
haven't done a smau in a while, hope ya'll liked it ♡
#mick schumacher x you#mick shumacher imagine#mick schumacher imagine#mick schumacher smau#mick schumacher instagram edit#mick schumacher social media au#mick schumacher instagram au#f1 smau#mick schumacher x reader#holllandtrash#mick schumacher x yn
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in which a popstar breaks up with her longterm boyfriend, and an f1 driver shoots his shoot. ౨ৎ logan x popstar!reader
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→ yourusername uhm idk we became friends when he was in mexico 🙈
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alex_albon my girlfriend loves you
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yourusername ‘emails i can’t send’ out august 5th 💌
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yourusername oh my gosh 😭😭 it’s such an honor to be apart of the eras tour starting 24/08!! i cannot wait! thank you taylorswift, this is such a dream come true :,)
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taylorswift so happy to have you 😄💘
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lilymhe PRINCESS
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oh hi there 🙈
lily told me that u were coming!
we should totallyyyyy hang out after it yk 😅😅
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yourusername eras tour.. mex N1 WOW 💌
mexico city i love u, and can’t wait for night 2 & 3!!
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logansargeant glad you were the opener to my first concert!
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alex_albon logan was mesmerized the whole time
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yourusername love u texas 🤠!!
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logansargeant ocean blue eyes, lookin’ in mine 🤍
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lilymhe TAYLOR LIKED UR POST WHAT
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One & Only - Peter Pan
Peter Pan x Fem!reader
Warnings: none
Word count: 1,781
Requested:Can I request a Peter Pan OUAT imagine? Reader has been the only girl on the island for a while and is very cold to her the moment she sees her. She goes ballistic in the middle of the camp when she sees Pan kiss Wendy on the beach or something. A few of the lost boys try to calm Y/N down before she hucks a drinking glass at a tree and yells, "THAT STUPID FUCKING BLONDE BITCH!!" And runs to her treehouse. Felix knows about her feelings for Pan but swore he'd never tell anyone. When Pan gets back he can hear Y/N crying in her treehouse and goes "Which one of you did it?!" Not realizing that it was him because he didn't know she was anywhere on the beach. - @anon
Authors Note: Thank you for requesting! I did change some things minorly but not much. I enjoyed writing for Once Upon A Time again. Especially for Peter Pan.
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“Y/n” Felix greeted as the y/h/c-ed girl walked over to him.
“Felix.” Y/n smiled, greeting back the tall boy. Y/n nodds towards the new boys. “How are they doing?”
“Not bad for newbies.” Felix shrugged his shoulders. Y/n and Felix were just 2 of the ones that helped train, but not always.
“Maybe we’ll have to toughen the training.” Y/n scanned the group of new lost boys.
“I believe you're right.” Felix agreed as he noticed a few mistakes the boys were making that he was sure she did as well.
“Have you seen Pan?” Y/n asked, looking around and not seeing the boy in green anywhere.
Felix shakes his head with squinted eyes. “Not since earlier. Have you tried his thinking tree?”
Y/n shook her head ‘no’ and let out a frustrated sigh. “Yeah, he wasn’t there.”
Felix nudged her before saying. “He’ll come around sooner or later.”
Felix knew Y/n has had feelings for Peter for a long time. But he’d never say anything unless they were alone, because even though some of the lost boys were pretty sure Y/n and Peter had mutual feelings for eachother it wasn’t their place to say.
“Yeah.” Y/n nodded looking around making sure there wasn’t anything for her to do before telling Felix. “I’m gonna go down to the beach, I’ll be back later.”
Felix nodded watching her as she left knowing that the beach was her thinking place. Before turning his attention back on the boys.
So Y/n went walking her normal route down to the beach. When she got to where the trees end right before the beach Y/n stopped. She saw Peter standing there on the beach, but he wasn’t alone. He was with Wendy Darling. A girl that the shadow brought but she wasn’t lost, she didn’t belong on Neverland.
But what really shocked her was what happened next. Peter pulled Wendy into a heated kiss. Y/n instantly reached up to cover her mouth, out of shock and to keep her gasp from being heard. Y/n had to turn around and she ran back to camp not wanting to watch it any longer. As she ran back to camp Y/n could feel tears welling up but she wouldn’t let them fall. Not yet.
Once she got back to camp she picked up and threw a drinking glass that was nearby against a tree. Watching it shatter. The lost boys noticed her distress, so two of the older ones, Felix and Devin went over to Y/n. Being two that are very close to the lost girl.
“Hey. hey Y/n.” Felix reached out to her laying a hand on her shoulder guiding her to the edge of camp so no one could eavesdrop. “Hey, what happened?” he asked with worried eyes.
Y/n shook her head not wanting to look at them and possibly break in front of them.
“Y/n please. Tell us what happened?” Devan pleaded, not liking to see her this way. Like she was gonna either murder someone or break down crying.
Y/n could barely even glance at them. So Felix tried again.
“Y/n/n.” Felix called her name again and this time get’s her attention. Once Y/n finally looked at him he asked her. “What happened?”
“I went down to the beach, and I saw him kissing that little Darling bitch!” Y/n told them with a low angry voice. But Felix and Devan could tell she was more hurt than angry.
“He what?” Devan asked with raised brows in shock, looking towards Felix. The two thought Peter liked Y/n.
“He was kissing that bitch.” she repeated herself, this time though her words sink into her own mind and Y/n can’t help it when a tear falls.
The boys look at her with sympathy.
“Why don’t you go get some rest.” Felix wrapped his arm around her shoulders pulling her into his side. Trying his best to provide her with comfort.
“Yeah” Y/n sighed defeated, before heading back to her own treehouse. The boys watched her walk off sadly.
Hours later Peter showed back up at camp after leaving Wendy back in her cage. He looked around and saw someone was missing.
“Where’s Y/n?” Pan asked after looking around the camp and he did not see her.
“Her treehouse.” Devan spoke up after silence was all Pan was met with. Obviously no one wanted to be the one to tell him about the day's events and only two knew the reason.
Once Peter nodded and left off to go see his lost girl Felix scoffed, pissed off.
“I wouldn’t have even gave him that much.” Felix grumbled pissed off at how his leader hurt his friend.
As Peter Pan got closer to Y/n’s very own treehouse he heard her crying. It made him stop in his tracks, and the longer he heard her cry the more enraged Pan got. So he headed back to the campsite.
“Which one of you did it?” Pan growled with anger in his eyes looking at every single lost boy.
“Did what?” Devan questioned why they were suddenly getting a look that could kill.
“Who made Y/n cry?” Peter elaborated with narrowed eyes.
“It wasn’t any of us.” Felix scoffed with his back facing Peter.
“What?” He raised a brow at his second in command.
Felix turned to face Pan with his own set of narrowed eyes. “It wasn’t any of us that made our lost girl cry. You did.”
Pan furrowed his brow in confusion. “I did?”
Felix wanted to speak his mind but also knew now wasn’t the time. “Have you forgotten that Neverland only has one lost girl?”
“Of course I haven’t.” Peter gave him an observed look. How could he possibly forget that.
“Well you could’ve fooled all of us, with how much time you’ve been spending with Wendy. You know the girl that doesn’t belong here!” Felix stood up to give Pan a piece of his mind, not all but a piece. He was pissed that Peter had been neglecting their lost girl in favor of a girl that shouldn’t even be on Neverland.
The two stood there for a few minutes as Felix watched Peter realize his mistakes and left to go console his lost girl. Felix sat down again and muttered under his breath. “I’d grovel if I were you.” Felix’s anger wasn’t going away anytime soon. Even if Y/n forgave him.
Once Peter reached the treehouse he could hear that Y/n’s sobs had died down so he approached the door.
“Y/n.” Peter called out after knocking. “Can I come in?”
There was a silent sound of a mumbled ‘yeah’ once he heard that Peter entered.
“Why are you asking? Isn’t it your island, you can do what you want?” Y/n said with a roll of her eyes from where she sat on her bed.
“It’s called respecting your privacy.” Pan says as he leaned to the side to see her face and he noted the tear stains on her cheeks.
“That's a new one.” She scoffed. Normally he just entered when he pleased.
“Please.” Peter said it in hopes of getting her to look at him.
“What do you want?” Y/n said, finally turning her head to look at Peter.
“I want to apologize.” Peter could now see clearly the tear tracks on her cheeks and her eyes were also red from crying.
“For what?” Her voice almost sounded like a whimper to Peter’s ears.
“For ignoring you and being to busy to give you my attention as of late. I’m sorry for neglecting you.” Peter aplogized as he moved into the space further and sat next to her.
“That's nice and apology expected.” Y/n gave him a small smile and a nod.
Peter smiled, letting out a relieved breath. “Good. I hated hearing you cry.”
“That’s not why I was crying.” Y/n looked back down at her hands in her lap, when she noticed he was looking at her confused Y/n let out an awkward laugh. “Don’t get me wrong it was part of it but not what set it off.”
Now he was concerned again. What hurt his lost girl? “What made you cry? What set it off?”
“Do you still love me?” Y/n asked meekly, honestly scared of his answer. Yes they told each other they love each other but they never put a label on what they were.
“Of course! You’re mine. You're my lost girl, my Y/n. Why would you ask that?” How could she think he didn’t love her anymore? How could she think he’d stop?
“If you feel that way then why were you kissing Wendy?” Y/n looked at him with wide teary eyes.
“What?” Pan furrowed his brow, caught off guard.
“I saw you. On the beach.” She mumbled looking back down to her lap once again. Y/n felt embarrassed at catching him and telling him about it.
“Love, it’s not like that. It’s the farest thing from love between me and Wendy.” Peter moved to kneel in front of her grabbing her hands in his tilting her chin up to look at him after a moment.
“Pirates were not far off the coast, my guess trying to spy. They're always looking for a weakness. I can’t have them try to hurt you.” Peter moved his hand from under her chin to cup her cheek before he continued to explain. “I wanted them to think I care about Wendy. If they try something I’d rather they think she’s the one with a place in my heart not you. Wendy’s expendable. You're not.”
“You’ve just been spending all your time with her since she got here.” She didn’t want to seem needy but she went from having Peter all to herself all the time to not even seeing him every couple days, sometimes not even talking.
“I need her and her brothers to do my bidding. That's all.” Peter tell’s her, brushing her hair back and scooted closer. “I’m sorry that I’ve neglected you. I promise that’ll change from this moment forward.”
“I hope so.” Y/n gave him a sad but hopefully smile.
“Hey, Peter Pan never fails.” Peter stated as he got up off the floor and sits back on her bed and lifted Y/n up and onto his lap.
“I hope it continues to stay that way.” Y/n smiled nuzzling into him extremely tired from crying and the emotional stress.
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toxic socialite harry and y/n
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randomperson an angel!
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randomperson weren’t harry and y/n literally just fighting in a club like a week ago?
↳randomperson they literally break up every other week it’s nothing new
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harrystyles got the hottest girl on this boat in my lap.
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deuxmoi I have confirmed this with multiple sources, sounds like they’re officially broken up…again.
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randomperson they’ll literally be back together in like 2 weeks
↳randomperson idk I saw y/n in a club on Friday with said NBA player and they seemed relatively serious the PDA was crazy
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thesun Fun in the sun for Harry Styles who recently cheated on his on again off again girlfriend y/n was seen in Turks and Caico’s getting rather snuggly with the model he cheated on her with. Could this truly be the end for the socialite couple?
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dailymail new couple alert! Socialite y/n was spotted leaving dinner with NBA player Devin Booker following her very messy break-up with fellow socialite Harry Styles. This could get mess people! Buckle up.
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randomperson FUMBLED THE BAG!
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CACKLING. The whole “spoilers are the least of your worries, NW solo runs are actual ass” thing is so true. My boy cannot catch a break.
Bruno Redondo, I love your art, but I canNOT for the life of me get into Devin Grayson’s Nightwing.
That last anon made me curious, do you have any favorite eras/stories with Nightwing in it? Obviously doesn’t have to be a NW solo run. I was thinking within the DC continuity in general (if that makes sense).
if we’re asking just generally, most of the comics that I prefer are where nightwing are more decentered and often the support/mentor of the story. Like when he becomes Batman in Batman and Robin or he comes back to gotham to bond with new robins. These are all one shots that fall into dixon’s nightwing, I think. Probably, idk. There’s that specific art style of the era where he looked kinda ugly.
Most of my favorites are early nightwing/disco wing. My reading preferences tend to be on the goofy comics side.
Off the top of my head, I was recommended Batman prodigal by an anon here. I liked the dynamic between Tim and Dick and it was a good entry for someone who didn’t really know Tim that well before this. When they did laundry together, it was really nice. I like that mundane closed off world stuff. I do like it more than Grant Morrison’s Batman and Robin (I know. Tomato, tomato, tomato. Damian traitor🍅🍅🍅).
I think my other favorite ones are the two stories of Dick riding on top of trains. Dick not only rode on top of trains once, but twice. Each time with a different robin. It should be under Nightwing but I don’t remember the numbers of the issue.
Here’s Jason:
And here’s Tim:
At least Jason wasn’t blindfolded. Tim was just like yeah, whatever.
I did like the era of shot in the leg dick (Nightwing vol 2, ~108) because he found a family outside of the bats and dealing with not being nightwing anymore. Then the story fell off…. many such cases. I’m not a big romance reader despite (waves) everything. Especially if they choose to throw brainless love interests at nightwing for plot. I’ve become some kind of single life activist for him. I don’t want romance!
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Spencer Reid x Famous!Reader
Synopsis: After your home is broken into by a stalker, your bf cheats, the FBI is called, and a new romance begins to take over.
Told through Instagram posts.
TW for mentions of stalkers
Part 1. Part 2.
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dovecameron You are the most beautiful human
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y/n.is.queen I MISSED YOUR SMILE!
woketh.teen She looks so happy to be back on stage
and.what. The crowd went CRAZAY. The energy was unbelievable! So happy I was there!!!!!!
y/n.gossip That group hug tho 🥹
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yourname.stan SHE'S BACK! 😭😭😭😭
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kiki.kiwi The way they all held hands at the start of the show killed me. I cried so much.
nerdymcnerd No. But I swear I saw that FBI agent dancing to her songs!!!
dracoandme PICS WHERE?!?!?!
y/ns.army I need to see this!!!
onabreak The romance is BLOOMING
pgarcia @theemilyprentis 👀
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y/n.updates YOU GUYS!!! Y/N JUST POSTED THIS ON HER IG STORY THIS MORNING 😍😍
Story reads "☀️Sunshine☀️ and Road tripping with my new friend. Meet Spencer."
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sasha.mac She is a Goddess!! A Queen!! 👑
gucci.goddess He legit looks like a Spencer 🤣
fanfic.reader I smell romance in the air 💕💕
jd.dj He's her FBI body guard. Stop.
ooh.bratz Can he be mine next😭😍
bye-felicia THOSE HANDS 🤩
carter.nation Took no time did she 🤣
_isla Matt literally cheated on her. You can't say shit.
bubbles It's sad she can't just be her own person and be single. You don't need a man girl. Chill.
lame-o She can do what she wants??
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celebgossip During Y/n's show tonight, her third show back since her temporary shock hiatus, the star broke down in tears while singing Almost is Never Enough. During which the crowd came together and sang the rest of the song for her.
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itsmemario She must be feeling so much pain right now but I hope she feels comforted by her fans being there for her
y/ns.army I watched the video and when she sang So close to being in love. Her voice cracked and she tried to power through but she just broke down 💔💔
keyboardwarrior Why did she come back if she was just gonna cry for 90% of her show? Waste of money. Waste of time. Get yourself sorted and then come back.
ryanslife Your mum must be proud.
gigglegiraffe She's allowed to have feelings?
hater482 Exactly. Imagine going to a concert and they're just crying. Just don't sing that song?
daydreamer She sings love songs dipshit
y/nfan I just want to hug her so bad 😭
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y/nupdates Y/n posted these to her story 10mins ago!! She's spoiling us. She's writing new songs. Going out. And having fun with her FBI agent Spencer.
y/nfan WHOOOOOS BUYING HER FLOWERS?!
bi.bi.bi Herself?
freakygirl Imagine if it was the stalker?!
queenie.me Doubt it. They probably check her mail and shid.
spillthetea Maybe Spencer? 👀
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enews BREAKING‼️ Dash cam footage was leaked today showing FBI agents arresting a man outside Y/n's New York apartment.
We've reached out to the BAU team and Y/n's management for comment.
y/n.updates OMG THEY GOT HIM!!!
bi.bianca Thank GOD!!! She can breathe now 😭
queenie.me Those agents saved her GOD damn life. 😭
y/nnnnn I'm so happy rn. She's safe ❤️
imdreaming Sending so many prayers to her 🙏🏼
vampdiary Spencer I'd HAWT ngl
thirstay Girl literally!!!
freeshavocadoo The way he swerved him too. That agent got rizz.
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dr.s.reid She is and so am I.
emilyprentiss @p.garcia I told you!!
p.garcia I just couldn't believe!!
derekmorgan Pretty Boy got gameee
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i’m dosing off thinking about daddy! katsuki x reader filth
so… tw: ddlg, age play, somno basically but not rlly
imagine being so sleepy to the point you can’t even keep your eyes open, to the point you pop your thumb in your mouth because you were just a tad deeper in that headspace than usual. s’to be expected with the week you’ve had. and katsuki has you nice n’ snug on his lap, rocking you both in his worn recliner, smelling so nice and woodsy from just getting out of the shower. he’s probably busy flicking through the news channels, a nice sense of calm over him with the sound of your coo-worthy little suckles on your thumb. it was innocent when he asked, “you want daddy’s fingers, munchkin’?”.
truly he had meant did you want his fingers instead of yours, but your head was way too fuzzy, sleep winning the battle rather rapidly, and all you could think to do was spread you legs. a small smirk tugs the corner of the blonde’s lips, but he didn’t miss a beat when he let the rough pads of his fingers press against the seat of your damp panties.
“needy, princess. haven’t even touched ya properly.”
“jus’ smell good, dada daddy.”
i just know he smells good…i just know dilf katsuki smells devine. i just know
okay bye, luv ya !
i um. i read this last night and i had to take a break. 😵💫
i thought this morning would be better but nope.
and of course hearing those words on your lips as you talk around your hand makes his cock jump because you’re so adorable, he can’t help it. you’re warm, you’re soft…. you smell milky, powdery, and sweet in return. you’re pliant and so, so sleepy that it made heat rush below the waistband of his sweats. and the way you mewl when his fingers tease, rubbing up and down over the fabric, ghosting circles into your clothed clit is the only convincing he needs that you really do need his fingers to fall asleep.
#munchkin will be the fucking death of me with this man istg#no need to cross that name out im over here thinkin the same thing like a dummy. >.<#the way my brain instantly went blank reading this#it’s embarrassing#tw my cewchie over reactin rn bc good grief daddy kats makes me need a cold shower#bakugou katsuki#x reader#tw daddy kink#tw age play#💖#🧸#bakugo katuski#aged up characters
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One of the things I find really frustrating with the Devin Grayson Nightwing run is the lack of consistency between the titans, the rest of the batfam and the Nightwing title.
I know Donna is dead (I think) either at the same time or right before his building blows up but I know because I looked it up, not because I read Nightwing.. Why is Nightwing not allowed to grieve for her in his own comic ? Why is this, as in the death of his best friend, not even mentioned ?
Worse than that.... Why is nobody but Alfred there after his building blows up ? Where is Batman ? And the Titans still alive ? He has a large group of friends. Are you telling me Roy or Wally or Vic or Garth or just anybody else from said group would not look for him after his entire building blows up, which made the news, especially considering Donna just died as well ? I get that they have theirs own comics, but guest starring has been a thing ?
Also Babs is literally Oracle and Dick collapsed, crying in her apartment a few days ago when Haly's cicus was destroyed ? Why is Amy the only one worrying about where he is sleeping ? Babs is Oracle, her literal role is to be eyes for superheroes, right ? And Nightwing is again, I feel like emphasizing, on the news, on a rampage (sort of, he is not killing anyone).
I also understand that Dick is probably isolating himself but Nightwing is having a full-on mental breakdown on the news ? Where is everyone ?
Also, sidenote... Fucking Wally, as in, one of Dick's other best friends, went to check on Babs after their break up, but not Dick ? Why couldn't he do both ?
#where is everybody#dc comics#dick grayson#the DG read through#nightwing#roy harper#wally west#victor stone#garth#arsenal#the flash#cyborg#tempest#it's an angst fest without catharsis and handled pretty badly#but everybody knows that ! it's the little things that bothers me so much
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a taste of the devine
A/N: this is all because of this fucking picture, and then this fucking picture, and the long form version of this initial word vomit. also @pyotrkochetkov @smileysvech @m00nlightdelights this is for y’all and i hope i did it justice. title is from “the summoning” by sleep token
Summary: Andrei’s great a being a brat in the summertime.
Pairing: andrei svechnikov x f!reader
Word Count: 10,507
Warnings: five year age gap, older woman x younger man, body shots, fluff, previously established dynamics (including msub x fdom dynamics, bratty msub, switch, mdom x fsub dynamics), smut, fingering, handjob, cumplay, spitplay, penetration, finish inside, unprotected sex
Russian terms used (bearing in mind the author does not speak Russian and definitely Google’d these) can be referenced here.
~
Andrei felt the gravitational pull in his chest, and he sat up from his lounge chair, lowering his sunglasses to get a better look.
Immediately, he spots you across the sand, returning from inside and laying on your beach towel. He watches as you prop up on one hand, resting it behind you, the other one acting as a makeshift shade so you could see the girls as you conversed with them.
Your legs were stretched out in front of you, oiled up from the sunscreen you’d applied, and crossed at the ankles. One of your ankles spotted a gold anklet that glittered in the sun, where he knew a small and unassuming “A” charmed along the chain.
A smirk crosses his lips almost out of habit.
He pushes his sunglasses back up to cover his eyes and watches you for a moment, his skin buzzing when you smile and laugh at something that was said.
It’s not fucking fair, how hot you are.
No really, it wasn’t.
Since the day you came into his life earlier this year, he’d felt tethered to you, consistently blinded by your beauty and simultaneously blessed that you’d given him the chance to earn your heart, your love, your trust, respect, and loyalty. The fact that you’d felt a guy like him, five years younger than yourself and completely out of your league, deserved a chance to be with you?
Yeah, that was still something he felt constantly amazed by each and every day.
But right now, he wasn’t really focused on that.
Not when his cock throbbed to be inside of you.
Your chemistry was insane, the emotional connection like nothing he’d ever felt before, but your sexual chemistry was enough to start a wildfire.
From that very first night - though he tried to be a gentleman, play it off that a younger guy like him wasn’t sex crazed and could handle being mature and play the long game - the sex was good. Like, really good. Stupidly good. Exceeded expectations.
He’d craved you every day since, even when he was in the middle of satisfying that craving, he knew he’d always want more, need more, would always need you.
Andrei had tried to calm that familiar need with a quickie this morning, but you chastised him, reminded him that you were already running late to the beach getaway, so he played the role of dutiful boyfriend as you shuffled him out of the house and into his car, you in those damn denim shorts, his shirt, knowing the entire time that under all of that was that god damn fucking white bikini -
Yeah, he wasn’t exactly happy with not being able to at least do something before having to sit here with a half hard cock and stare at you all day with all these people around and nowhere decent to sneak off to so he could at least bend you over and fuck you, ease the ache.
Not to mention it took three hours and forty five minutes to fucking be here.
And that you’re stuck here.
For three days.
His nostrils flare as he stares at you, watching as you uncross and recross your ankles, shifting your legs to sit more comfortably, anklet flashing in the sun.
You’re all at Freddie’s new beach house in the Outer Banks, breaking it in with the first summer barbecue of the season. Given the fact that the goalie himself is pretty massive, the house itself is a spacious monstrosity, enough to fit the team and a smattering of their partners among the guest bedrooms on the first, second, and third floor, as well as the finished basement, and highly unnecessary pool house.
It’s a three day weekend thing, and though you and Andrei have a room to yourselves in the back first floor corner of the house, he already knows you both won’t get the use out of it that you want.
That he wants, at least.
Andrei watches you closely as you and the girls all get up, heading for the sea, and he gets up as casually as possible, tossing his hat and sunglasses onto his lounge chair, then leaning over and tapping Sebastian on his chest, nodding with his chin toward the ocean.
“Up for a swim?” He asks, and Seb nods, following Andrei as he trails after you.
When he gets to the water, he pretends like he’s walking right by you, just an innocent passerby, when he moves the back of his hand out just a little, skin brushing against the exposed cheek of your ass, across the material of your bikini bottoms, to your other cheek, till he’s walking away.
He can feel the pinpricks of your gaze on his back and refuses to look back at you as he and Seb dive under the waves, the salty brine assaulting his senses immediately, meeting his teammate and friend as they swim out further.
A few of the other guys and girls who were lingering on the sand end up joining them a moment later, the whole of attendees for the beach getaway now in the water.
Andrei makes it about seven whole minutes fucking around with the guys before he notices you’re wading about three feet away from him in the water, so he swims closer, closing the distance once he can reach out and grab your ankle, dragging you to him.
Your legs wrap around his waist on instinct, arms winding around his neck as his hands cup your ass. He presses what he pretends to be an innocent kiss to your lips, swiping his tongue at the seam just as he’s pulling away.
He sees it then, the flash in your eyes, the sign that tells him he’s starting to push his limits, and he knows. That was his entire point, but he smiles back at you innocently, like nothing’s amiss.
Of course, you don’t buy it.
“Drei,” you murmur, moving to unwind your legs from around him, but he brings a hand up and squeezes your side, trailing that hand further up to play with where your bikini is tied at the nape of your neck.
“What is it, kroshka?” He murmurs, pulling at one of the strings.
“No,” you say firmly, legs dropping from around him and putting space between you sooner than he’s able to react. You’re looking up at him now from where he looms over you at six foot two, but you both know he might as well be on his knees with the fire in your irises.
He pouts. “Just a little?”
You roll your eyes, stepping back, wading toward your friends and tossing a “Enjoy the weekend, Drei” over your shoulder as you go.
It’s only then that Andrei realizes his heart’s pounding in his chest, and the throb of his heartbeat echoes to his cock.
He’s not even looking when Seb and Pyotr approach him from behind, jumping on him and forcing him under the water.
~
At dinnertime, Freddie, Brent, and Andrei are helping to man the grill out on his patio, the breeze from the sea cooling the air and the house.
Some of the guys are inside fiddling with snacks and sides that have been laid out, and others are out here setting up the ridiculously large dining table Freddie insisted on buying. You’re with the girls mixing cocktails and mocktails at the bar across the patio space, flitting in and out of Freddie’s kitchen every now and again to help with dessert or running the rest of the meat out to Freddie and Andrei to grill.
He watches you closely, eyes constantly roaming over the red sundress you put on after you’d showered away the salt water. Your hair is swept up into a neat bun on your head, little stray pieces of hair framing your face. The gold jewelry on your body glints in the setting sun, his eyes roaming over your little gold earrings, necklace, your bracelets, the little rings on your fingers, and most importantly, the gold anklet above your bare feet, the white polish of your toenails bringing out the jewelry’s shade more than he thought possible.
Dammit.
Now he was hard again.
He turns his attention back to the grill for a quick distraction, flipping the steaks in front of him a final time before handing them off to Freddie for him to slice up and bring over to you, so you could add it to the waiting bowls of steak salad and plates of steak fettuccine.
Once dinner’s finally ready, everyone descends on the table, toasting once to thank Freddie and celebrate his new vacation home, then digging into the family style served meal. Conversation flows easily, laughter and idle chatter floating in the breeze.
The food is good - of course it is, you helped make a little over half of it - and people eat their fill and drink to their heart’s content, soft music playing in the background. He pointedly does not watch the way your lips purse and cheeks hollow as you suck a fettuccine noodle into your mouth, and ignores the way you moan in satisfaction when you try Freddie’s first attempt at kanelstang, a danish cinnamon twist pastry that clearly has gone well.
When the single guys on the team start to clear dishes and put leftovers in the fridge, Andrei feels himself relax a little, knowing he’s just that bit closer to getting you alone in your room and trying his damndest to convince you to let him taste you, at the very least.
You’re sitting to his right and you’ve got one hand on his thigh, another holding your wine glass as you and Gracia, Brady’s wife, ask Freddie about his plans to visit home from where he sits at the head of the table to your right.
Absentmindedly, you’re rubbing your hand in a soothing pattern from his knee to mid thigh then back again, and Andrei has to do everything in his power not to act like a caveman and haul you over his shoulder, drag you out to the car, and fuck you against the hood of it for everyone to see in a very public claiming.
Instead, he grabs his drink and takes a couple of gulps, trying to will away the need blooming in the pit of his stomach.
From his left, Pyotr starts to chat with him about the next season, and from across from him, Brady chimes in, helping him in pulling his attention away from you for a little bit.
Things manage to ease out, and Andrei feels relief when his blood starts to cool.
That is, until Jordan turns the volume up on Freddie’s stereo, wandering onto the patio double fisting handles of tequila, and shouting “Body shots!” as Jesperi trails behind him, holding a bag of cut limes in one hand and a bag with the Hurricanes pro shop logo on it in the other.
“What’s in the bag?” Freddie asks, gesturing with his chin.
Jesperi smirks, reaching into the pro shop bag and pulling out shot glasses with the team logo on it. He shakes the bag a little in emphasis. “I asked for a bunch of shot glasses before we left for the season and they just gave them to me.”
“But isn’t the point of body shots to take them off of someone’s body?” Seth questions.
Jesperi shrugs. “I thought you put the shot glass on their body?”
“No, you pour the shot in their belly button.” Turbo says.
Jesperi’s eyes bulge, then his face sours. “That’s disgusting, some of you have outies.”
“Oh for fucks sake,” you mutter, knocking back the last of your wine before placing your glass on the table.
“Go for it, hotshot,” Brent calls from the end of the table, wrapping an arm around his wife’s waist. He flashes you one of his mischievous toothless smiles. “Show ‘em how it’s done.”
You smirk, “Gladly, come watch and learn rookies,” you taunt, standing up and holding your hand out for Andrei.
He swallows, already half hard beneath his black sweats. If he lays down….
Ah well, fuck it.
Andrei places his hand in yours, and you lead him over to the low brick wall on the other side of the patio table, the one separating the upper level where you all had dinner, to the lower level where Freddie’s pool is.
He strips off his shirt, resting it on the wall to give him something to lay back on before climbing up and resting on his back, turning his hat forwards again so the brim shields his eyes, then crossing his arms behind his head. You ignore the cocky smile on his lips, turning to where Jesperi and a small group have gathered behind you. Jordan turns up the music as he saunters over, something clubby with enough bass that it rattles Andrei’s bones.
Good thing Freddie’s neighbors are far enough away.
“Give me a lime, Kotkaniemi.” You order, and Jesperi obeys almost immediately, placing one in your outstretched hand.
Andrei knows that all too well, being quick to obey you.
He bites the inside of his cheek, trying to incite a little pain to ease his growing hard on.
It doesn’t work, because now Andrei’s hoping you’ll be biting his collarbone when you lick up his chest in a few seconds.
You rub the lime in a trail from above his belly button, up his torso, then onto Andrei’s collarbone, in the exact spot he was imagining, before raising the lime wedge to his mouth. He parts his lips obediently, and there’s that flash in your eyes again, the sight of it shooting right through his veins.
He bites down on the rind, eyes tracking your every movement. One of the girls holds out a little dish of pink sugar, and you pinch a bit in your hands, sprinkling it over the streak of lime juice on Andrei’s body.
Of course he’d done this before. He’d done this with you at least a dozen times - at parties, in the privacy of your own home - and he wondered why some of his teammates seemed surprised by that fact as they looked on.
“You don’t have to drink the alcohol out of their belly button,” you explain, grabbing one of the handles from Jordan’s hand and a shot glass out of the pro shop bag, turning to Andrei once more. “Flex,” you instruct.
He does, flexing his abdominal muscles, delighting in the way your eyes flash again, eyelids blinking slowly, tracking the way your eyelashes kiss the tops of your cheeks when your face starts to get that syrupy expression he loves so much.
It’s gone in a split second, and Andrei’s heart hammers in his chest.
You place the shot glass on his belly, then work on uncapping the handle of tequila. “You can put the shot glass between their legs, on their stomach, basically anywhere on their body where the glass sits nicely, or you could always make them hold it. The important bit is to lick the lime and salt, or sugar, if you prefer, right after, and grab the lime from their lips with your mouth.”
The guys are holding onto your every word, while you look at the girls. Andrei watches as you all smirk and share knowing looks with one another, and he only wishes he could begin to comprehend the ways in which women understand seduction so much better than men.
“It makes the experience a little more exciting,” you finish your explanation by filling the shot glass on his abs, leaving a little room at the top.
When you hand the handle back to Jordan, there’s a hard beat of Andrei’s heart, hoping you don’t make him wait for this, that you don’t leave him in suspense, that you -
His prayers are answered when you bend down immediately, lips closing around the shot glass and uprighting yourself, tossing the shot back, then grabbing the glass in one hand, resting your other hand on the waistband of his sweats as you lick up the sugar and lime trail, tongue pressing firmly to collect it all before reaching the end of the trail on his collarbone.
Like he hoped you would, you close your mouth and suck, biting down and then laving the bite with a firm stroke of your tongue, the grit of the sugar scratching nicely against Andrei’s skin.
There’s whoops and cheers that sound muffled to his ears, and he watches as you smile and stick your tongue out at him playfully.
The now bright pink tinge to your tongue makes his cock rock hard in under a second.
You lean down, biting the flesh of the lime and he releases it, watching as you suck on it, then pull it free from your mouth, sticking the wedge in your shot glass.
“And that’s how it’s done,” you say with finality, taking a small curtsy when everyone laughs.
He laughs too as the guys shout their praises and impressed words at him, and he’s whipping his shirt on almost immediately, hopping off the wall. He bends his head down to smile at you, happy to find you already smiling at him, and you rise up on your toes. Andrei turns his hat backwards again as he bends down, loving the way you kiss him so sweetly.
“Thank you for assisting me with the demonstration.” You say.
“Of course, kroshka.” He all but preens. He clears his throat then, looking to the others with a raised brow. “Alright, who wants to go next?”
~
He doesn’t manage to fuck you that night after the round of body shots, but mostly because by the time the two of you got ready for bed and laid down, he didn’t realize how exhausted you both were from just the first day.
You’d been wide awake and on the go since leaving Raleigh that morning, and that, paired with the long drive, the rest of the day in the sun, lunch on the beach, the first night dinner, and body shots along with a little bit of dancing - once you both got under the covers, all Andrei had time to do was wrap you in his arms and then you were both out like a light.
When he woke up, your side of the bed was cold, and it wasn’t until he padded out into the living area that he found you were already showered, dressed, and in the kitchen with Gracia, Brent’s wife, and Freddie cooking breakfast for everyone. His eyes scanned the white flowy button up and shorts you wore, spotting the red bikini you were wearing underneath it. You’d worn your hair down, your jewelry on display, including his favorite - the anklet.
But one look at him from you told him there’d be no funny business today either.
Yeah, well he’d just have to see about that himself.
He bided his time. Played the innocent boyfriend as he helped you set the table for breakfast, kept a respectable hand on your thigh while you ate in the company of everyone. After breakfast, people broke off in groups, some choosing to stay and swim, some going to look at the lighthouse, some going shopping, and others to Jockey’s Ridge to check out the sand dunes.
When you all decided to meet up and go go-kart racing after lunch, Andrei only put his competitive streak aside once to let you get a place ahead of him in ranking, but the second you took off the helmet and sat out of one of the laps, he smoked everyone with a cocky smirk tossed in your direction.
You merely raised a brow at him in turn, a hint for him to turn down the attitude, but he wore it proudly, tucking his hand in the back pocket of your shorts when he escorted you back to the car, dodging a smack to the chest when he squeezed your ass particularly hard before removing his hand and helping you into your side.
When everyone got back to the house for dinner, Freddie dragged out his brand new fire pit for a bonfire on his area of the beach. You all roasted hot dogs and chicken wings for dinner, had s'mores for dessert, and you and the girls lugged out a gatorade cooler dispenser with jungle juice inside. Jordan dragged out his bluetooth speaker and there were people sitting in chairs, or laying on towels, covering themselves with blankets as the ocean breeze brought a chill to the summer night air.
You were resting with your back against Andrei’s chest as his arms wrapped around you, your arms resting atop his, his legs bracketing yours as you cuddled under the large, thick, black blanket you shared.
“You look so beautiful, zajka,” he murmurs in your ear, dropping a kiss to the sea salt coated skin of your shoulder, letting his lips linger there to press smaller kisses.
“Spasibo, malysh” you respond, turning to press a kiss of your own to his temple.
He’s instantly hard, and he knows you know, especially when you lean back into him a little more, wiggling your ass under the pretense of getting comfortable on the towels beneath you.
Andrei takes a quick glance around the fire, cataloging who’s paying attention, who’s within hearing range, if anyone’s paying attention to the two of you.
The answer’s no one - everyone’s either wrapped up in their significant other, tipsy, or too engrossed in their own conversations to pay you and Andrei any mind, and it’s dark enough out that the glow from the fire several feet in front of you doesn’t put the two of you in any kind of spotlight.
So he trails one hand down your stomach and bends one of his legs, using his knee to lift the blanket a little to hide his movements, delighting in the way you shiver against him when his fingers graze over your bikini-covered pussy.
“Drei,” you murmur, a hint of surprise and a dash of warning in your tone.
“I know,” he says, pulling the material to the side, coasting one finger through your folds, swearing a little to himself when he finds you’re practically dripping.
He gasps a little, then his eyes narrow. “You’ve needed me just as badly, haven’t you?” Andrei sees the way your throat works, swallowing a nervous lump before you nod, capturing your bottom lip between your teeth. “And were you going to tell me, zajka? Or keep pushing me away?”
“It’s not appropriate,” you respond quietly. “They’re technically your co-workers.”
Even if you have a point, it’s a weak rebuttal, you both know it. “They’re not even looking at us.”
Just to make sure of that fact, he keeps his eyes ahead of him while he drags his finger up to your clit and begins to circle the sensitive nub the way you taught him to, the way he knows you love. He scans the group every now and again to make sure you’re still not being watched.
You’re not, thankfully, and no one notices when your breathing starts to quicken a little.
Andrei does though, and he pulls you back against him a little closer so his hand can inch down just a little more, sinking one finger inside of you. Using the meat of his palm to press firmly against your clit, he applies enough pressure that when his hand moves to sink his finger inside of you, your sensitive little bud brushes against his palm, and almost immediately Andrei can feel you relax against him.
He bends his head a little, whispering to you. “Kroshka,” he praises.
“More,” you murmur in return, “Need more, Drei.”
“I know, I know,” he says, trying to soothe the heat coursing through your veins. He adds a second finger, and when you immediately clench down, he says “Breathe baby, breathe, you’re taking it so well so far.”
To anyone else, it looks like two lovers having a nice conversation.
To Andrei and you, who know better, it’s a fight to keep his fingers stroking in and out of you at a pace fast enough for you to come, and slow enough that the wet sounds of him finger fucking your pussy don’t alert anyone to your misdeeds.
He finds his rhythm, his movements precise and firm, and his ears are perked up for any tell-tale sound that falls from your lips, or within your throat, body attuned to yours to also look for any physical signs.
Like the way you start to squirm a little, how you squeeze down when he starts to scissor his fingers a little, how you pretend to adjust yourself to sit more comfortably, only so you can angle your hips just so that it pushes his fingers a little deeper, and then he’s stroking that soft, spongey part inside of you with the pads of his fingers so well, that you have to bite your lip from moaning.
“Do you want to come, zajka?” Andrei asks softly, whispering the words as he presses his lips to the shell of your ear. “Do you want me to make you come?”
You nod, and he can see the corner of your mouth tilt up in a smile, “Please,” you beg sweetly.
“Please what?” He taunts, stopping his ministrations altogether. Your hips almost buck against him in protest, and he can tell you want to whine, but you don’t. Your lips press firmly together, and he knows it’s because when the tables turn, when he’s in charge like this, you like to be a bit of a brat just as much as he does.
“Use your words, zajka.” His words are firm, and he bites the lobe of your ear playfully to make his point. “Please what?”
“Please let me come, malysh.” You finally beg. He relents a little, resuming the slow strokes of his fingers.
“Take out my cock.” Andrei instructs, moving himself so it looks like he’s leaning back propped up on one hand. “Take out my cock and stroke me.”
Your snake one of your hands behind you, between your bodies, and with deft fingers, undo the tie on his board shorts and part the material, reaching in and pulling out his hard cock. You take it in your fist, squeezing firmly as you stroke him up and down.
Andrei’s eyes scan over the group again, and still, thank fuck, no one seems to pay the two of you any mind.
You manage to gather the bead of pre-come at the head of his cock, massaging it around before twisting your wrist in a way that nearly makes him go cross eyed.
“Faster,” he demands, and you obey, picking up speed, and as a reward, he resumes his original pace, fingers plunging in and out of your wet heat, massaging that part inside of you that has you squeezing your thighs together in no time.
When your orgasm hits, your pussy squeezes down, locking his fingers in a vice grip as you gush around them, your breath coming out of your nose in soft little puffs. Your hand squeezes him tight as you ride out your orgasm, twisting up around the head of his cock and then Andrei’s coming too, biting the inside of his check to stop him from making any noise, using all of his control not to buck his hips up or jostle the two of you in anyway.
As the post-orgasm haze clears, Andrei slips his fingers out of you gently, one at a time, and you slowly release his cock, wiping the come that got on your fingers onto the towel beneath you. Though he hates to waste your orgasm by wiping it on his shorts, it’s the best he can do in terms of cleaning up for now, so he wipes his fingers, then uses the inside of his shirt to clean up his come that splattered over his belly.
You lean forward a little so he can inspect your back, and he wipes off the little bit that landed there as well before pulling his shirt back down.
Once the two of you are semi-put-together again, he circles his arms around you, letting out a small happy sigh.
“Thank you, malysh,” you say quietly, pressing back against him, curling your butt against his lap as you lace his fingers with yours.
He presses a kiss to your temple. “Anything for you, zajka.”
~
Sukin syn.
You and your goddamn bikinis are going to send him to an early grave, he’s sure of it.
At least this was the last day of this little getaway, and everyone leaves tomorrow and you can put this god forsaken weekend behind you, because if Andrei didn’t get you back home to your bed, and soon, he was pretty sure he was going to strangle somebody.
Andrei approaches you with one sole purpose in mind - feel your ass in his lap again, just the way you sat in his lap last night after your little tryst in front of the bonfire.
You didn’t fuck last night, and though the handjob sated him just fine, he woke up this morning to find you gone, again, when he was rock hard, and all he really wanted, all he could think about, was wanting to pull your sleep shorts to the side and lick your pussy till you flipped him on his back to ride his face until you came all over his tongue.
After scarfing down a bowl of cereal, he stalks out of the back of the house and down the beach, where you’re already in the water swimming with the girls and a smattering of the guys on the team.
He thinks he’s being slick when he approaches you in the water from behind, using the ocean as cover for his current predicament. He’s fully hard when he gets close enough to wrap his arms around you, pretending to lean on you while you’re talking to Seth and grinding his board shorts covered cock into you, trying to make you blush, make you flustered.
Your hand snakes back, squeezing his thigh and digging your nails into his skin in warning. He stops circling his hips, but keeps himself pressed against you anyway.
“You left me in bed alone again, kroshka.” He whispers into your neck.
You turn in his arms, a semi stern expression on your face. “I already said it’s not appropriate, Andrei.”
He frowns. “But don’t you want to?”
“Of course I do,” you frown, wondering how he could possibly think otherwise, but add “But not here.”
“But you liked last night?”
Your brow furrows. “You know I did.”
“Then let me-” He’s cut off by Martin jumping on his back, shouting “Svechy!” then yanking him backward and splashing them both into the surf. When he comes back up, he shakes the ocean out of his eyes and finds you several feet away, back with the girls, and - if the sharp set to your shoulders is any indication - promptly ending your conversation.
Fine.
He could play the long game for you.
He fucks around with the guys, playing football, a bit of beach volleyball, and swimming over the next couple of hours.
Eventually, you wander over to let him know you’re heading back to the house to shower, change, and help Freddie get lunch ready, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek before trekking back up the beach and toward the house.
Andrei waits a little, gives himself at least a ten minute window before he excuses himself from the surf and trails after you.
When he gets back to the house, he’s confused when he doesn’t find you in the kitchen, or in your room or attached bathroom. He heads back out of the patio, circling to the side of the house and intending to head to the car, checking to see if maybe you and Freddie already left to go grocery shopping or something, but instead, he comes upon someone using the outdoor shower.
It’s a closed in shower stall, big enough to fit two people, and the stall door is raised so he can see a pair of feet, soapy suds trailing down and being rinsed off familiar skin, and the gold anklet confirms that he’s found you.
He smirks to himself, opening the door and laughing a little when you jump, arms crossed over your bare breasts as the showerhead rains water down on you from above. “Andrei!” You hiss, eyes blazing with fire.
You’ve still got your bikini bottoms on, and as Andrei shuts the door behind him, locking you both in, he reaches for you, reaches so he can undo the ties at your waist, toss those cursed things far fucking away, and drop down to his knees so he can-
“What do you think you’re doing, shchenok?” You demand, arms still crossed over your chest like he’s never seen you bare to the waist before.
Shchenok. You called him shchenok. Puppy. He blinks, hands dropping to his sides.
“I just want to touch you,” he explains, not even trying to downplay the undertone of a wine in his voice. “I just want you.”
His admission lingers in the air for a beat, then two, and you sigh, dropping your arms from your breasts only to hold them open, and he goes to you without a second thought.
Andrei relaxes just a fraction when you hold him under the shower spray, your arms stroking up and down his back in a soothing pattern, your head tucked into his neck and his cheek resting on top of your head.
“You want me, shchenok?” You murmur.
“I need you,” he replies softly, correcting his earlier statement, wanting to make sure he’s being clear. “Need you so badly, moya koroleva.”
You nod, pulling back a little to look up at him, watching the ways he blinks slowly, looking at your eyes, then your lips, your chest, and back up again. When he finally makes eye contact with you, you bring your hands to his cheeks, pulling him down and capturing his lips with yours.
Andrei moans, body going lax and arms pulling you tighter against him. The kiss gets intense and dirty fast, especially when Andrei backs you against the wall of the stall right below the shower head, reaching down to grab your ass and you hop up, wrapping your legs around him, locking your ankles at the base of his spine and your hands behind his neck.
He grinds into you when you bite his bottom lip, licking over it after to soothe the sting. Andrei parts his lips on instinct, hiking you higher so when he tips his head back a little and opens his mouth, sticking his tongue out, you can bring one hand forward to hold his chin, watching the way the water from the shower head drips into his mouth, and you hold out your tongue, mesmerized when the water trails from your mouth into his.
You massage his tongue with your own gently, pulling back and pursing your lips, gathering water before parting your lips and letting your spit trail off of your tongue, flowing with the water back into Andrei’s mouth.
When he closes his lips, swallowing, he sees the way that your eyes flash, the way your skin heats beneath his touch and he surges forward, taking your lips again in a bruising kiss, moaning when your hands snake into his hair and grip at the strands.
He feels like he’s going insane with need, the way he kisses you like it’s the first time all over again, trying to convince you that he might be younger, but he’s definitely man enough to take care of you, to tend to you, to be worthy of you, to worship you. A sharp hiss falls from his lips and his cock throbs in his board shorts when you tug harshly, pulling his head back for him to look at you.
“You need to behave, shchenok, do you understand?” You chastise, voice soft.
He nods, whimpering when you tug at his hair again, punctuating your point with a slow grind of your hips against his abdomen. All blood rushes south, his cock painfully hard in his board shorts. “Da, moya koroleva.”
Andrei can barely breathe when he notices your eyes zero in on something on his face, and you bring a hand to his lips. You run your thumb over his bottom lip, tugging it a little before your hand sinks into his hair and you’re kissing him again. It’s downright filthy, and Andrei grips your ass tighter in his hands, rubbing your still bikini clad pussy against his abdomen, moving you up and down, and grinding into you each time he brings you back down.
After a few more minutes, you ask him between kisses “Can you be quick?”
He nods emphatically. “Da, moya koroleva, I promise I’ll be quick.”
“You’ll wait until we’re home tomorrow to have me properly?”
He hums out his agreement, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, only supplying a verbal “yes” after you yank at his hair.
“And you’ll stop trying to misbehave when we’re around the others?” You ask, making sure your limits are clear.
“Yes I swear, I’ll stop.” Andrei swears, “I’ll be your good boy.”
He can feel you smile against his lips, and then you’re pulling back, looking into his eyes. He waits patiently as he knows to, and when you finally murmur “Take your cock out and put it inside me, Andrei.”
The groan that leaves his mouth is a little loud but god could anyone blame him? With the way you say his name so sweetly like that? The way it sounds like a prayer? Like you’re asking him “give me the world, Andrei” and all he can do is say “anything for you moya koroleva” in return?
He keeps you propped up with one hand, the other yanking at the ties on his board shorts and pulling them down just a little to free his cock, and then he’s yanking the crotch of your bikini bottoms to the side, sinking into your sopping wet pussy and burying himself to the hilt in one stroke.
A soft “oh fuck” leaves your lips, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in close, Andrei burying his face into your neck and bringing his hand back to your ass, breathing deeply, trying to stave off his orgasm for as long as possible. He holds you both there, him sitting all the way inside you, waiting for you to adjust, to tell him he can fuck you. You pulse around him, and even though the shower is still raining water down on both of you, he feels like he’s going to break into a sweat trying to restrain himself.
“Move, Andrei, please.” You murmur into his ear, and he holds tight to you, withdrawing his hips just a little before pushing back in, and hard. “Be quick, malysh.” You remind him, and he nods into your neck, picking up his pace.
If he was younger, he might be embarrassed to say he’s been halfway to an orgasm since he let himself into this shower stall, but all he can care about right now is making sure that you get to come too. He’s deliberate with his body, making sure to keep his abs pressed against your clit so every time he grinds his hips into you he brushes against it, making sure his cock stays deep enough that he hits that glorious spot inside of you that makes you clench down around him in a grip that Andrei can’t interpret as anything other than your body saying “you’re mine.”
“I’m going to come, Andrei,” you whimper, and he nods again, biting down into your neck to stifle his moans, to suffocate the groan threatening to rip from his throat when you squeeze down and come, his vision going black.
He pumps his cock past the tight grip of you, drives his hips in once, twice, three times before he’s burying himself to the hilt again and coming, cock throbbing out his release, and your ankles lock tighter around him, pulling him impossibly closer. He can feel the press of your anklet into his skin, can feel the little “A” charm leaving its indentation as thick ropes of his come paint your insides, claiming you from the inside out.
You both let out a sated sigh, chests heaving with relief, and Andrei kisses you, singing his praises and gratitude with every press of his lips against yours, the way you can feel each other’s heartbeats at where you’re still connected.
When he finally regains his breath, he brings his head out from where it’s been tucked in your neck to say thank you, to assure you that he’s going to keep his promise and be a good boy and behave for the rest of the weekend -
But then Freddie’s deep voice cuts through the air, calling your name, and Andrei freezes, looking at you in worry.
“Yeah?” You call out, cutting your eyes at Andrei in a way that tells him “behave, shchenok,” even though you’re smiling at him like he hung the goddamn sun in the sky.
“Are you still okay to help me with lunch?” Freddie asks.
“Yes I am! Sorry, just let me dry off and change inside and I’ll meet you in the kitchen.” You call back, sounding completely put together.
“Sounds good,” Freddie calls back, and you and Andrei both wait until you hear his footsteps fade away to move again.
Andrei presses a kiss to your temple, backing you both away from the wall so he can set you down gently, waiting until you’re sure you can stand on your own before he lets go. You take off your bikini bottoms then, and Andrei grabs it from you, along with your bikini top from where it hangs on the hook behind the stall door. He hands you your towel, and you take it, shutting the water off.
“When we get home,” you start, taking your swimsuit from his hands and moving the couple of steps to the door, “if you’re good, if you behave, you can have me properly then, okay?” you ask, wrapping the towel around your waist and then opening the door to the shower stall. Andrei nods in response, and you smile at him.
Just before you close the door, you turn back to him, sly smirk on your lips. “You can have me properly, after your punishment, that is.”
Andrei definitely does not gulp, but he does fully embrace the little shiver of anticipation that zips up his spine, watching your ass sway behind the towel the whole time you walk back up to the house.
~
“Are you sure you’re not cold, kroshka?” Andrei asks.
You lift your sunglasses off of your head so you can gaze up at him and where he’s standing in front of you, holding one of the overly large towels that you brought for the weekend in his hands, poised in the air and ready to drape over you the second you say so.
Except, you don’t say so.
And this is the third time in the last hour that he’s asked.
“Andrei, honey,” you tell him gently, trying not to let your patience meet its wits end, lowering your sunglasses to peer up at him. “It’s eighty degrees out, I promise I’m not cold.”
He frowns for a half second, towel still hanging in the air from his fingers. “Well, there’s trade winds, and it’s only ten in the morning,” he offers lamely. “It cools things down.”
“Not enough that I need a towel as a blanket.” You insist, readjusting your sunglasses and leaning back onto your lounge chair. “I’m fine, I promise.”
He huffs, plopping down into his own lounge chair on the right of yours, narrowing his eyes at his teammates, trying to make sure they’re not looking at you.
You, in this beautiful fucking all white two piece bikini set looking like you came out of an X rated version of Baywatch. It’s a two piece, a white number that he knew you owned, but was not aware that you’d brought along with you, and a lot more risque than the other white set you wore earlier in the trip.
The bottom, he’s pretty sure it’s a thong bikini, if the way that the material seemingly vanished between your ass cheek when you took your shorts off earlier is anything to go by. The triangle top that tied at the back and at the neck was surprisingly comfortable enough to hold the girls up, and keep them sitting nicely together.
It’s the day you’re all supposed to be leaving, heading back home and closing out the weekend getaway. And he’s grateful, he really is, but given that everyone’s not leaving for another couple of hours, he’s not feeling grateful at the fact that his teammates might get a glimpse of your ass in that goddamn thong.
He knows he can’t say that, so instead, he takes a small pause before he clears his throat, almost like he’s nervous, then offers “Maybe you can wear my shirt instead?”
This time, you take off your sunglasses completely and drop them into your lap, lolling your head to the left to look at him, at where he’s sitting sideways on his chair, facing you, his shirt hanging from two extended fingers, his face frowning, again.
But this time, you manage to register just what he’s frowning at, eyes casting down your own body at-
Your bikini.
Andrei’s heart thumps in his chest.
When he can see that it clicks into place for you, you let out a small, soft laugh, before looking back at Andrei with a smirk. He knows that you’ve got him figured out now, and when your eyes meet his, his frown deepens, grip on his shirt getting tighter as he extends it out to you, shaking it once.
“Please put it on.” He all but begs, trying to sound stern, but the plea is there all the same.
“What’s wrong with my bikini?” you ask playfully, although there is genuine curiosity in the back of your mind. You both know that it’s nothing too risque, nothing that Andrei hasn’t seen before, but Andrei feels a low simmering rage at the very idea of his teammate looking at you for longer than two milliseconds.
Andrei smiles bashfully in turn, dropping his shirt into his lap and reaching out, the tips of his fingers skimming over your bare shoulder, and trailing slowly down your arm. “Nothing’s wrong with it baby, you look like a fucking goddess, moya koroleva.” His voice is soft, a little hoarse, and a small smile creeps on your face.
“Then why do you keep trying to cover me up?”
He frowns again, his fingers finally reaching your hand, and he takes it in his own, playing with the various rings on your fingers a little before bringing your hand to his lips, and kisses the back of it gently. “I just wanna keep the view all to myself.”
You can feel the heat rush to your cheeks, never quite sure how to deal with his honest compliments and take a quick glance around the beach. Andrei takes a look too, and while the guys and girls are spread out pretty evenly, he still frowns.
“You know everyone here, Drei.” You say sweetly as your eyes finish scanning the beach and return to him, who’s scowling now, his lips pressing gentle kisses to your hand, your palm, and each finger. He huffs out a breath, then slowly lowers your joined hands between you both, eyes cast down to the sand.
“Maybe,” he counters, nose scrunched up in frustration. “But all I can think about is the possibility of one of them snapping their neck doing a double take to get a good look at you, and I don’t like it.”
He knows you’ve rarely seen his aggression and rage off of the ice, but when you do, it’s typically in moments like this, involving you, his family, or his friends, rage driven by the need to protect, defend.
Or in this case, possess.
You squeeze his hand, and when he looks up at you, his heart thumps when he finds you smirking at him a little. “You don’t want anyone to look at me, shchenok?”
He shakes his head, frowning. “No, I don’t.”
“You don’t want anyone to touch me?”
His nostrils flare, the word “Zajka” coming out of his mouth in warning.
The smirk stretches wider over your lips until you flash him a devious smile, ignoring his attempt to flip this around. “You can’t touch me either though, remember? You’ve been bad, and you’ve got a punishment coming up.”
He blinks then, nodding. “I remember.”
“And you promised you’d be good.” You remind him, and he nods again, eyes watching you, waiting.
Andrei sees it, when you pull back from taking the lead, eyes softening when you squeeze his hand again. “I didn’t mean for it to make you upset, you know. I wore it for you.”
His heart lurches against his chest, beating against his rib cage like it’s trying to break out of its earthly prison. “You did?”
You nod, pulling his hand to yours and kissing the back of it, just like he did to you. “How about,” you begin, kissing it softly once more before moving to each of his fingers, starting with his pinky, “I’ll put on my shorts” his ring finger, “and you be a good boy” his middle finger, “put your shirt back on,” his index finger, “and cover up that beautiful tummy of yours?”
He’s quick to nod, entranced as he watches you kiss his thumb and his eyes blow wide, attention solely on you as you gently untangle your hand from his before taking it in both of yours, bringing it to your mouth, and sucking his index finger between your lips.
His breath hitches, eyes wandering the beach to find no one near, thank god, and goes back to watching you, completely enraptured as your tongue gently glides along the pad of his finger as you pull it from your mouth with a soft ‘pop.’ Andrei’s eyebrows pull together, focusing on the image, before you drop his hand from yours, placing your hands innocently in your lap and then look up at him.
He blinks, and you can see him trying to pull himself together enough to get moving, yanking his shirt over his head.
You laugh at him a little, lowering your sunglasses to say “You can continue to be good for these last couple hours before we go home, can’t you shchenok?”
Andrei nods. “Yes, moya koroleva.”
You smirk, raising your sunglasses back up, then grabbing your shorts from beside you, tugging them up your legs before laying back on the lounge chair. “Good, now go hang out with your friends, and try to hide your boner.”
~
Where he managed to find the audacity, you would never know.
Andrei’s been pushing your damn buttons all day - all weekend, at that - being a little shit around the guys just because he could, just to get a reaction out of you. You never gave him one, of course, other than telling him to cool it and drawing a line in the sand, but you could tell it didn’t matter to him.
Every time you looked his way, you could see it - his eyes glinting with mischief.
And every time he came into your orbit, you could feel it - when his fingers grazed across your bikini clad butt, trying to undo the tie on your bikini top when you’re in the water, all the lingering touches, squeezing your ass through your shorts, fingering you at the bonfire, you having to sneak in a quickie in the outdoor shower just so he’d stop trying to jump your bones.
Not to mention, he had the nerve to try to finger you within the first twenty minutes of the drive home, knowing full well he had a punishment heading his way.
The dirty sobachka.
Make no mistake - you were attracted to Andrei, and you were head over heels in love with him. You appreciated and adored how attracted to you he was, how much he needed you, and deeply valued the love that the two of you shared.
But this was the first time you’d been around his friends and teammates and their partners in such a capacity since you started dating earlier this year, and you were trying to make a good impression.
They all know you’re five years older than Andrei, their precious Drei, who means so much to them and who they make a point to look after. So maybe it was silly, but you wanted to prove you were capable of doing the same, that you loved him, and that he hadn’t made a mistake by picking someone like you.
And him trying his best to attempt to bend you over every surface and fuck you every chance he got this weekend wasn’t exactly working in your favor.
Not to mention - the main thing that’s been driving you crazy all fucking weekend - he’s been walking around with his gorgeous abs out like that every damn day, not a shirt in sight unless necessary, and your mind went to so many filthy places at once, you were surprised no one called you out for the flush in your cheeks and the squeeze of your thighs whenever your eyes lingered on his naked torso for longer than necessary.
You felt better now that the weekend was over, sure. It was clear your anxieties were for nothing, that you had nothing to worry about. The girls who seemed like your friends during the season proved to actually be your friends, and the guys all seemed to like you just fine. Freddie even thanked you profusely for all of your help this weekend - cooking, helping with laundry, and cleaning - all things you hadn’t felt forced to do and did out of kindness, but he appreciated nonetheless.
And now that you’re finally on the way back after swimming the morning away, and Andrei’s driving you both home, sitting there still shirtless, hat backwards, skin warm from the sun? Yeah.
The gears are already turning in your head on how to make this little brat of yours pay for his little stunts this weekend.
You plot and scheme during the remainder of the drive, Andrei none the wiser as he keeps one hand on the steering wheel, the other on your thigh, taking a second whenever he can to either lean across the console and kiss your cheek, or take your hand, lace your fingers together and kiss the back of it before resting it back on your thigh.
By the time you get home and inside, you can’t even make it to the bedroom - you’re so fed up with his antics and ready to prove a point that before you can even blink you’re shoving him down to the couch, hands on your hips and eyebrow raised because he should know better by now, and judging by the look in his eyes, he only just now remembered that he’s in trouble.
“I’m sorry, kroshka,” he says almost immediately, but when you cock your head at him, he swallows, bowing his head a little as he corrects himself. “I mean, I’m sorry, moya koroleva.”
“Why are you sorry, shchenok?” You ask, stepping between his legs, placing a finger under his chin and tilting his head up so he can look at you.
“I was being a brat,” he admits, fully chastised. “I was a brat all weekend and I didn’t listen to you.”
You nod, dropping your hand and pulling down your shorts, taking notice of the way Andrei’s eyes linger over your bikini. His eyes track your movements, watching your deft fingers go to the ties on your bikini bottoms, undoing them before flinging the fabric off to the side.
“You were being a brat,” you agree, “and now you get to make it up to me.”
You move him so he’s lying down on the couch, and then help him out of his board shorts, tossing them in the same direction as your bikini bottoms. You dip two fingers between your folds, gathering the wetness that’s been blooming there for what feels like days, then bring them to his lips.
“Suck,” you instruct. And he does, lips circling your digits as he takes them in his mouth, sucking the tips where your wetness lies, groaning deep. His cock throbs at the taste of you on his tongue, the lingering hints of salt water and the very taste of your skin in general, and his mouth waters, instantly craving more.
You must be able to see it in his eyes, the need, the desire, the desperation. So you take pity on your precious shchenok, moving until you’re hovering right over his face. His pupils blow out wide as his skin flushes red with excitement. You raise a brow at him, knowing he’s done this enough with you that when he answers your unspoken question with a firm nod and opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue, you waste no further time in dropping down, putting your pussy right on that pretty pink tongue of his and grinding your hips.
His hands fly to your ass on impulse, circumstances of his punishment momentarily forgotten as he guides you along his face in the way he knows you love, the way he knows that you need while alternating between sucking your clit and licking between your folds. You allow his touch since he’s doing such a good job given that you’re already halfway there, and since you know he’s been craving this for a couple of days.
When your orgasm crashes through you, your thighs clench, back arching and a loud moan echoing out of your lungs. Andrei does his due diligence and holds you tight, keeps you pressed against his mouth until you’re no longer shaking from the aftershocks.
Slowly, you rise up from his mouth as his hands fall back to his sides, getting off of him and off of the couch to examine him and his handiwork. His mouth is shiny and wet, glistening with your release, and he’s staring at you, completely dazed and satisfied with himself. You dip your two fingers between your folds again, holding them out to him, and he takes them between his lips without another word.
He licks around your digits, sucking them, drawing enough spit that once your fingers are wet, you pull them from his mouth, spreading them around your pussy and wasting no further time in straddling him, positioning yourself right on his lap, trapping his cock between your bare cunt and his firm abdomen, grinding your hips along his shaft.
Andrei whines, every instinct in his body wanting to get his hands on your hips and guide you, but he knows he can’t touch you, not until you say so. So he keeps his hands to his sides, gritting his teeth and muttering out a string of “spasibo, moya koroleva,” over and over again.
His gratitude is music to your ears, and you moan, rubbing your bare pussy along his cock until he’s gripping the fabric of the couch in his fingers. You run your hands up his abdomen, scratching back down with your nails and reveling in the way he hisses “Spasibo moya koroleva,” between clenched teeth.
When red marks bloom on his belly, you drag your hands back up his chest, moving so one of your hands can put two fingers between his lips, and the other can lightly grip his throat. It’s not long before you can feel the orgasm starting to well up in your stomach.
“Do you want to come for me, shchenok?” You croon, leaning forward a little to press a kiss to his chin, nearly going cross eyes when the new angle puts the head of his cock against your clit when you grind forward. His cock is trapped beneath your belly and your pussy, and you feel it throb at your words.
Andrei nods profusely, noisily sucking on your fingers and moaning when you sit up, removing your fingers from his mouth so he can speak, the hand around his throat still soft but firm in their grip.
“Pozhaluysta moya koroleva, let me come.” He begs.
“Then earn it. Open,” you say, and Andrei’s eyes glaze over as he opens his mouth, tilting his chin up with a soft “ah” noise escaping his throat, vibrating against your palm. His hips buck involuntarily, but you allow it just this once, knowing he’ll need to come if he’s going to make it through the rest of the night unscathed.
Your nails dig into the side of his throat when you lean forward, letting spit drip off of your tongue and onto his, and you don’t even need to say anything before he’s closing his mouth and swallowing, then opening it again to show you. He looks so proud as he does it, too, eyes gleaming as he waits for your approval.
Your pussy clenches at the very sight, and your orgasm rushes toward the finish line.
“Very good my pretty shchenok,” you coo, grinding down harder against his cock, bending your head to press your lips to his in a chaste kiss. “Do you still want to come? Do you want to come with me?”
He nods vehemently, tacking on a desperate sounding, “Da, pozhaluysta.”
“Do it,” you command, winding your hips faster, spurred on by Andrei trying to subtly thrust along with you to get you both to orgasm.
It takes split seconds, and you come with a loud cry, Andrei moaning high and loud at witnessing your release. Your hips stutter, pussy dripping along his cock until the slide of your skin is too much, and then Andrei’s coming, fast and sudden, thick ropes of his come streaking across his belly.
You shuffle down his body once he’s spent, licking your come off of his cock, then licking his come off of his sea salt coated skin, pushing up to kiss him, sharing your mutual release as he moans into your mouth, hips bucking up and begging for more.
You pin his hip to the couch cushion with a firm hand, shaking your head and tsking at him as you pull away.
“That’s all you get for tonight, shchenok.” You say, climbing off of him. “That’s your punishment.”
He nods, watching your naked ass walk away from him, dazed and sated as he says “Da, moya koroleva, spasibo.”
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The VTuber: The Songstress
Errant: Haaaa…
(Thud)
A dull thud was heard as, Errant’s head struck the table, thus was his reaction to receiving the the end title screen after losing a game on survivalist, endurance mode whilst playing, Frostpunk.
Errant: I don’t get it? I can do a lot of these maps on medium difficulty, but this one. I just can’t do it?! I mean, it’s the same map as the, Refugees Scenario, and yet I keep losing? Why?
~~~Stream Chat~~~
Kingsbane: GG
FallenStarDrop: GG
VoluptuousFox: GG
PengoQueen: GG
~~~~~~
Errant: Okay… Coal, and people to mine said coal… If I had more of those, I probably would have lasted longer. Could I have one? Possibly, but, well you don’t exactly win, Endurance mode games, just last a long time till you’ve had enough of it. But, why can’t I win this map?!
~~~Stream Chat~~~
Junipz: I’ll stay with you to the bitter end captain!
FallenValkyrie: Your voice is devine!
TempestPotato: All hail our glorious leader!
~~~~~~
Errant: Pfft.
Errant laughed for a brief moment as he read the chat knowing full well that these were things said by the NPC’s in game, although, he knew some of them meant it in another way.
Errant: Alright, once more onto the breach, or shall we play something el… Hmm?
Errant looked up upon hearing the sounds of blades clashing to see that a donation had been made.
Errant: Hey, DestinyForsaken, thanks for the, $20 donation, I greatly appreciate it. And, there’s a message attached to it… “Hey, Errant how about taking a break, and watching the new music video from, SnowAngel?” SnowAngel? SnowAngel, SnowAngel…?
Errant drummed his fingers atop his desk, his eyes looking heavenwards as they dart back, and forth, his mind deep in though as he tried to recall which streamer went by the name of, ‘SnowAngel.’
Errant: Ah ha!
He suddenly jolted forward with a snap of his fingers as the name finally struck a chord within his mind. At least her tried to snap his fingers on account he couldn’t actually do it.
Errant: IHateMyDad2.0! SnowAngel is the name she uses for when she does music. Her album cover name, thingy? I don’t know music terminology.
Errant shrugged at the camera.
~~~Stream Chat~~~
BaconFighter: It confuses me too.
Halo1EE7: Why is that her name?
PenguWithAGun: It is a weird name
Trumpeter97th: I love her singing voice!
Kingsbane: I heard it’s a rerelease of a old song she did.
Squeekem’s: I heard it was a remix
DesireUnbound: Let’s hear it!
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Errant: Why is, IHateMyDad2.0 her VTuber name? Well, to put it simply, she hates, key word, hates her father. Her first account was simply, IHateMyDad. Her dad found out she was a streamer, and forced her to delete her account. A year later she came back, hence why she added, 2.0 to her VTuber alias. Now, I don’t know what happened between her, and her father, but it’s none of my business either, so I don’t ask. If she wanted people to know she would let them. But, IHateMyDad2.0 isn’t a braggart looking for sympathy points like some people… So I will leave it at so. Now then… what is this new song of yours?
Upon the screen appeared a video displaying, IHateMyDad2.0 latest single release.
Errant: Mirror Mirror? Hmm? Wonder what this is all about. Let’s find out shall we~?
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Errants face was a blank void throughout the whole video. The most emotions he displayed throughout the video was the occasional humming in thought that escaped his lips. When the song reached the credits he paused the video before he sat back, and addressed his stream.
Errant: Well… what do you think chat?
~~~Stream Chat~~~
Junipz: Awesome!
KillmongerBunny: I had no idea she could sing
VelveteenKitty: That was a pretty song
SteveWasHere: Nice animation
IceWallowCome: What was she fighting?
GingerSnap: Did you not enjoy it?
TempestPotato: You seem rather blank
ChibiCapybara: He didn’t like it
BaconFighter: But, it was good
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Errant: I never said that chat… granted I never said anything, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t like it.
~~~Stream Chat~~~
FallenStarDrop: So you do like it?
KreigsMarine0971: Then why didn’t you?
VoluptuousFox: Yeah, you just sat there looking thoughtful
Quinten: He looked hot in his brooding stance
CelestialDoggo: Damn hot
~~~~~~
Errant: Uh huwwww…
Errant had come to expect the more depraved comments members of his chat made, but their timing always seemed to catch him off guard.
Errant: I was simply enjoying the song, and taking everything in. As well as the animation, I didn’t expect a animated music video. I like the way her character seemed to… fly like a swan before attacking that armoured knight with surgical precision. I especially liked that quick pace piano rift that seemed seemed to rise, and fall with the song. I will most definitely listen to this on repeat if it’s on Spotify for an indefinite amount of time until I find something else to draw my attention to.
Errant looked at the chat feed, with a questioning gaze of his own as he skimmed the comments.
Errant: What; did you expect me to give you a play-by-play colour commentary throughout the whole video? Not likely, I want to see what’s going on, and me talking in the midst of it takes me out of the immersion, did you really want me to break it to hear me complain about how that guy said: Introducing, in such a nasally voice? That would taken everyone out of the song! No?
~~~Stream Chat~~~
UziPatoozi: He’s right
KillmongerBunny: Yeah I have to watch the video, then the reaction
Tryto: Still would have liked to listen to daddy talk.
Hava196: Still a good song
FallenStarDrop: What’s with her model
Dimitree: She doesn’t look like, IHateMyDad2.0
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Errant: Ahh that’s because, this her character model was what her avatar in the, MMORPG, World of the Huntsmen, The Second Great Hunt, the second game in the series. It was her first outfit design before her father destroyed her account. I think she used this design for the AMV because when she probably wrote the song around the time she had this model. She did mention that she was a singer during a hunt I believe.
~~~ Stream Chat~~~
PengoQueen: Oh, that makes sense
SteveWasHere: I like the older more mature design
BannersRUs: She was a bit of a brat during the early days
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Errant couldn’t help but nodded his head at the last comment knowing full well the validity of their words.
Errant: You’re right, back when I played, World of The Huntsmen I did a few hunting missions with, IHateMyDad2.0. Good greif it’s a headache saying that over, and over again, she needs a nick name, or something. Anyway, she complained about her fellow teammates, and myself a lot… How we attacked, how we defended in a battle, you name it, she complained about it. Seriously she complained a lot…
He looked off into the void with a far off gaze as if he was reliving haunted memories of those days
Errant: (Shudder) That’s an unpleasant memory. But, she has matured a lot since she came back from her imposed hiatus. So, yay.
~~~Stream Chat~~~
VoluptuousFox: She’s gotten prettier
SparrowStar: A like the braid
KingsBane: I like her sisters model more
SeaNymph: Ara Ara energy from that one there!
KinkyMelody: Majot step on me mommy energy too
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Errant: Cool it chat, least I start calling you out on your simping.
Errant: …
Errant: Actually, half of you already are simps, so it doesn’t make a difference now does it? Now, back to, IHateMyDad2.0, and her music. I will most definitely listen to the song on repeat for an indefinite amount of time, until I find something else to listen on repeat for an indefinite amount of time. I thought the video was okay, but I was more interested in her singing. I think her singing was beautiful, and the rhythm was well paced. My only gripe is that I think the song could have been longer, it felt a little short to me, did it feel a little short to you guys chat, it felt short.
Errant looked to his chat with an almost lamenting look across his face as he felt disappointment at the song’s short overall length. But, he shrugged his should before he returned to the game at hand.
Errant: Oh well. Let’s get back to it shall we? After all; ‘The city must survive.’
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Unbeknownst to, The ErrantryKnight, as he reviewed, IHateMyDad2.0’s song, he had one special viewer watching his video. One who was most pleased he review her song.
The SnowAngel herself, IHateMyDad2.0
IHateMyDad2.0: H-He thinks my voice is beautiful…? HE thinks my voice is beautiful! Ahahahaha~! Take that, Cookie! He thinks I’m beautiful! Whoo!
And, with those simple words, IHateMyDad2.0’s mood skyrocketed, to a high that would never fall from.
That was until one of, Errant’s viewers, one of the infamous, ‘Fair Maidens’ entered her chat, and called her a skank that is.
Then all hell broke loose.
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There is no way Eddie’s current storyline isn’t going to lead into a sexuality arc…
Like, aside from Ryan admitting Eddie has repressed feelings, it all makes sense.
With Shannon, she was his best friend and they formed a connection of sorts. They went into a relationship by force, she got pregnant and married because of it. Eddie was never bothered or interested in her apart from the ‘connection’ and ‘bond’ they had built. He went to war to get away from her and he never had her back in anything. He loved the idea of being married to her but never said he loved her, Michael said the same thing about Athena. He loved being married to Athena and having his children but he is gay and therefore never loved her in that way, as Tim Minear recently said, Eddie has this romantisised and idealised version of what their future could have been together and what their past was eventhough their past was unhealthy and they were barely a married couple and their future weren’t going to happen because she wanted a divorce.
From the perspective of the show, not actresses. Ana and Marisol come across as the perfect partners, they are both nice, beautiful and they both seemed to be very good with Christopher, I mean they kinda have to be if they are looking after him loads. So…why does he not want to be with either of them and he’s purposely messing up his relationships with them? Because they aren’t Shannon. He doesn’t have the same connection with them that he had with her, it’s always spoken about how he wants a mother-figure for christopher but never that he wants a partner. So, when he gets this ready-made family, he has panic attacks because he actually isn’t ready for it and messes it up. Breaking up with Ana because it’s got too serious and then moving Marisol out the same day she moves in. He has a habit of not spending time with his girlfriends but using them often to look after Christopher. A mother figure for Chris but not a partner for him.
As I said, they aren’t Shannon which is why he feels this way. But even then his relationship with Shannon wasn’t that great either so why is he trying to find it again? It’s the only ‘connection’ he’s ever known, or so he thinks, it’s the only thing that he’s experienced and had nothing to compare it to because he hasn’t formed any other connections like that since Shannon. From his perspective that is. He’s never been ‘in love’ and he doesn’t know what that feels like the only thing he thinks is that he was in love with Shannon and that is what love must be, ar least it’s the closest thing he’s ever had to being in love with someone that he’s doing everything he can to find that again which is why he was so quick to cheat on Marisol with Shannon’s lookalike. Delusion and Desperation.
I feel he’ll slowly start to realise that her lookalike may look like her but won’t end up being the ‘same’ as her. Devin said that the lookalike is going to meet Buck at some point who mentions that she isn’t Shannon in terms of her body language and personality etc and I feel like Eddie will end up realising that it’s true and once he ends up out of his state of delusion he’ll truely feel alone. He can’t have Shannon or her look-alike, he won’t have Marisol anymore because…he cheated amd he’ll realise he doesn’t need that mother figure for Chris…then what. He’ll struggle and push everyone away because everything that’s happened is all he’s ever known. He literally started a family from a young age. Then his sexuality arc will start and he’ll end up realising why all this has happened….because he never loved any of them in a way he was suppose to. But why?……
Ryan said s8 will a refresh button for him and will have a few bombshells and that Eddie will have a new lifestyles that will go into uncharted waters.
I love your thoughts anon. I wish I could right down mine as good as yours.
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hi , can you write about Kai Anderson getting really jealous and possessive with his girlfriend please? I hope this is ok with you. Thanks 💖
Jealousy 🔥
Summery: Kai goes to visit you at the bar you worked at. He doesn’t like what he sees.
Warning: language, mentions of death & blood, alcohol, violence.
Kai’s POV
My therapist once said that I show signs of exhibitionist jealousy. I won’t lie, I always strive to be superior and better than all. I am competitive, and at the sign of loss I become resentful.
I know the feeling of jealousy, but I don’t allow myself to fully come forward to admit that I feel that emotion. You’re mine. I own you, your body, your mind. I don’t like to see anyone else look at you the way only I am supposed to look at you.
Tonight was no different. I sit at the end of the bar. Females with barely any morals parading around half naked around me. One tried to speak to me, but I could smell her fake tan and ignored her, my eyes fixated on you as you served the men and women all staring at you- they want your attention. They want you to make them a drink, and they probably all want to fuck you.
I took another sip from the vodka cran you made for me earlier that night. You had winked at me as you slid it over the bar. It was alright, but your pussy tastes far sweeter.
I watched you giggle and became so curious to know what the man in front of you had said that made you smile. I’ll have to smash his face into the porcelain sink next time he uses the restroom.
He kept talking to you, until you turned your head making eye contact with me. I could see your mouth moving, the world ‘boyfriend’ certainly leaving your lips. He got the hint, and the fire inside my bones subsided- just a little. Nobody gets away with flirting with you, especially when I was watching it.
I chugged the last of my drink, knowing if I slid over the empty glass you would see it, and you would come over to hastily attend to my needs for a new drink. You were such a good little girl for your Devine Ruler. Your instincts must have felt my demand and you were suddenly making your way over to me.
Until that man’s hand grabbed your arm.
“Yo bitch, I’ve been waiting forever for a fucking IPA!”
Ohhhhh. No no no no no.
Fuck that.
I felt my body slide off the bar stool, some skinny skank snaking in, eager to get another tequila shot to send her deeper into a drunk that was going to get her in a lot of trouble later.
I walked slowly towards this asshole, and I grabbed his shoulder. Your eyes widened as you noticed me there, and the douchebag let go of his tight grip on you, and he was suddenly looking right into my eyes. He was pathetic, I could tell in his gray blue brainless eyes.
“Don’t you EVER fucking touch her,” I seethed in anger. If there was a god, he was reminding me that there was a room full of people and not to get out of hand. Yet.
“Who the fuck are you?” The man shoved my hand off his shoulder. I laughed. He didn’t know who he was talking to. Poor pathetic mindless fuck.
“I’m here to remind you not to touch things that don’t belong to you,” I narrowed my eyes at this sorry excuse of a person before me. He probably still lives with his mom and watches porn on his lunch breaks.
“Kai, just let it go,” Your sweet voice soothed the anger in my veins. I looked to you and the halfwit slithered himself back into the crowd of people. I’d find him later, I had other sets of eyes all over this place so I could keep you safe.
I leaned in close, my hand grabbing the back of her head close so I could whisper in her ear.
“You know I don’t like when someone touches you. You’re mine.” I was happy that her hair still smelled like our shampoo.
“Fuck, you really know how to turn me on,” She whispered back in my ear and I felt my dick harden. She was just as fucking smart as me.
“Meet me outside in 5,” I let her go and made my way into the small hallway, making my way towards the exit. I saw the man who was flirting with you earlier walking in the same direction and we exited the bar at the same time. Exhilarating. It’s not everyday when things are this easy for me.
I watched as he pulled out a smoke. I could go for one of those.
“Hey, can I bum one off you?” I asked, nodding towards the man’s cigarette.
“Yeah dude, here you go.” I grabbed it and lit it up, sticking it between my lips.
“You know any other good bars around here? This one has negative 2 good looking girls in there,” He chuckled. If only he knew that girls hated men that smoked and who had patchy beards.
“Nah, this one is the only one with the good drinks.” I responded. He looked at me curiously, and it clicked.
“Oh about that bartender. I didn’t know she had a boyfriend bro. I’m sorry,” He took a drag from his cigarette and laughed “I mean can you blame me though? She’s a fucking fox.”
Nobody talks about my sweet doe like that.
I felt my first smash into his nose. Not once. Not twice, but three…maybe four times. I felt the warmth of his blood all over my hand. I love that feeling.
Okay, maybe I did have some exhibitionist jealousy issues.
I watched him lay unconscious below me, not turning around as I heard the door of the bar creak open.
“You know, bloodying a man’s face is better than any rose you could buy me,” You whispered to me as you curled your arms around my waist.
I smile before taking your hand and leading you away from the filthy excuse of a man.
“I had to make sure he knew who you belonged to.”
“It was kind of you to keep him alive,” You brought my bloody hand up to your lips you kissed my knuckles. The blood lingered on your lips for a moment before slowly wiped them off. I needed to take you home and fuck you.
“He is one who can learn from his mistakes. He knows never to lay his eyes on you ever again,” I told her, bringing her down towards the alleyway behind the bar. I saw your eyes widen as Speedwagon came into your view. He was beating the ever living shit out of the man who had grabbed you at the bar…
“Now this man here, he’s too far gone to be forgiven. Laying your eyes on my little lamb is one thing, but laying your hand on her is a whole other story.”
“I love it when you get jealous,” Her lips were on mine before I had a chance to speak.
I’d be lying If I said I didn’t love it too.
#kai anderson#kai anderson ahs#kai anderson smut#kai anderson x you#kai anderson imagine#evan peters x reader#evan peters x y/n#evan peters imagine#ahs cult#evan peters fanfic#kai anderson fanfiction#kai anderson messiah#kai anderson x reader#evan peters
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Apple Tree excerpt
unreleased fic
Farmer/Rancher!Soap x Miliary!Ghost
His eyes didn't stop darting. He knew he was magnetized by the pink lips, so stark to the pale skin of Simon's chin. So plump, and attractive, even with the scar splitting square in the middle. He looked devine, a siren, calling so loudly to John it almost felt biblical. Like the emergence of a new prophecy, the call from God for action. Simon’s pleading eyes a prophet, desperate and searching. John was stuck between leaning into his new religion, and shaking back.
"We can't"
Simon's sigh of displeasure was warm against John's chin, making the hair on the back of his neck rise. The proximity made him smell the minty tobacco on his breath, and he was sure if he fell into temptation, if he abandoned what he knew for his siren, and clasped their lips together; he'd taste the cigarette they shared.
John's eyes drifted upwards, over Simon’s head, blinking at the roof of his home, the slowly, lazy spinning fan that shone down a light from a single, old and frayed bulb. A halo around Simon’s already biblical frame.
"We can" Simon whispered, his ungloved hand brushing John's hair from side to middle, a thumb caressing John's temple, "You're thinking about them" He said, and John knew what he meant.
Them.
The village, all the people he knew and grew up in, Kyle, and all the people he's made close friends with. The village that embraced him after his family died, that raised him. He wasn't some unknown in a city, he was the village's boy. Their legacy, of sorts. His family had harvested and nurtured the village for decades, for as long as their family history ran.
They can't know what he is, how he is. How he loves, and how Simon’s lips call for him. How the warmth of his thigh against his hip is driving him wild, how he wants so badly to buck his hips, summon contact into existence. How his yearned to bite into Simon, to feel his very core against his lips. If he could, he'd crawl under his skin, and warm himself there. If he could, he'd curl into his chest, and make a home there.
But he can't.
Simon cups his jaw, gentle, for such a hardened man. Too gentle, like John would break, and he will, he feels it.
"Think about me instead," Simon whispered, prayed into his ear. A messiah begging for forgiveness, for John's love, for John's resolve. "Johnny," Simon whispered pressing their foreheads together. The proximity making John shudder, a strangled breath escaping him, "please, Johnny," Simon continued, breaking down Soap softly, with every plea, "My Johnny"
"Simon—" John shuddered again, feeling Simon's nose at his cheek, how his stubbled cheek rubbed against his jaw. A thrill zipping down his spine, instantly followed by guilt at the enjoyment. A few seconds more and John was sure the cross on his chest would burn him. But for a moment, he didn't care. Not when something hot pressed against the column of his neck, burning heat that softened into pleasant warmth.
Simon's lips, followed by his tongue, pressing devilishly on his skin. Teeth scraping against the flushing skin.
"They can't know," Soap whispered, eyes still trained on the ceiling, "Si," he moaned.
"I know," Simon mumbled, pressing his nose against the underside of John's neck. If he wasn't losing his mind, he might've registered how sad it sounded, a confession, nearly. But his brain fried at every point of contact Simon gave him, and he could only listen to the words; foregoing the tone, "I only need you to know, Johnny, just you"
"You have me," John confessed, finally reaching back to Simon, digging his fingers into the mess of curled hair he was growing, "Simon," John urged, "you have me, you always did," he said hastily. Craning his neck to look down towards his chest, where Simon retreated from his neck, and brown eyes met his with something so warm it made John forget the winter snow outside his window.
"I promise," John whispered, and it seemed enough for Simon, who struck with the speed of a cobra, pressing the same hot, devine lips John had dreamt of for weeks against his. Hot tongue darting to split John's lips, to open him up, and let him explore.
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