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kooqitas · 18 days

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how are we now? ... ★ with: bsk

#pairing: seungkwan X f.reader #synopsis: your best friend show a jealousy towards you after seeing you kissing a random guy... #tags: pwp(!), vaginal sex, friends sex, eating cum, spit as lube, dirty talk, soft dom!bsk, unprotected sex, i little a bit of praise kink? #wc: ~1300 #notes: pls save me boo seungkwan (nd fuck me).

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seungkwan tries to act natural but the truth is that he was freaking out!

he watches you and mingyu getting close and close. actually, seungkwan is not the kinda of guy to show jealousy towards a friend, but being honest, for him you are really more than ‘just a friend’

he has a crush over you for the past two years, since he met you in college. at first he saw you just as a friend, but he fell in love with you…

he bites his own lips when mingyu and you get closer. god, is that possible? the scene is killing him, his breathing heavy.

then mingyu kisses you, in a wild way...

seungkwan's stomach churns, he sees mingyu squeezing your hips, and he can't think. when

mingyu takes your ass in his hands, seungkwan makes the decision that it’s too much for him to handle. and in the next second, he separates you and pushes mingyu off.

“what are you doing?” you ask.

“nothing, i just… i…”

“just what, seungkwan? are you crazy?”

“you’re drunk, let me take you home!” he looks a pretty angry.

“i’m not dunk, i’m horny!”

seungkwan feels his stomach churning again,mingyu just left when this hole whing started.

“c’mon, you need sleep”

of course he’s lying, you always stayed up late watching movies or playing games when you were at home, it was still early.

“fuck, i hate you, i haven’t kiss anyone like… in months, you ruined it. god, have you seen mingyu?” you yell.

“i didn’t ruin anything… i just…”

“whatever, he’s gone now!”

“good, he didn’t have any right to touch you like… like he was touching”

seungkwan is angry, he feels so jealous that another man touched you, and that fact is clear from the looks on his face.

“but i want a touch”

“then i…”

he certainly wasn’t sober when he started approaching you. that was just the excuse he gave himself.

“you?”

of course the whole scene doesn’t make seungkwan just feel jealous… he is… he is horny.

god, just the thought of mingyu touching your hips touching makes him jealous but… he wants to be in mingyu’s place. and giving the fact that he is not the most sober person at the moment…

“what are you doing?” you ask when you feel his hands touching your waist.

“nothing…” he whispers right next to your ear.

he was very close, and his hand now is touching your hips.

“seungkwan…”

“i just wanted to…”

seungkwan is losing his mind, he could feel your breath.

“what?”

“nothing, i…” he is still close to you. “i just… just… fuck, let me…”

he tries to kiss you.

what’s the surprise?

you kiss him back.

he is surprised, but doesn’t stop. the kiss is getting more and more intense.

“wait. what the hell was that?” you say.

his lips didn’t move away from yours, and his hand is still on your hips, it’s so obvious what is happening.

“i want you, so bad”

“what? since when? seungkwan are you okay?”

“since… two years ago to be honest…”

“is that why you stopped me and mingyu?”

“i can’t accept the idea of some idiot touching you… i want to be the only one doing it…”

it was too much to process, you were still dizzy from the kiss, and fuck, he’s in love with you?

“if i’m being totally honest, i can’t even think properly right now”

“do you… do you want to go to my home?”

“seungkwan…”

“just… let this happen”

maybe is the alcohol? maybe the lust? maybe perhaps the fact that seungkwan is very hot (and a good kisser)? you just don’t know.

the car ride to his house was filled with a lot of silence. seungkwan had his right hand resting on your thigh as he drove, and both your head and his were in a mess at the moment.

when you entered his apartament, you joked about how the house was organized, but he didn't pay much attention, he just took you to the bedroom and kissed you in a somewhat desperate way.

“hey, seungkwan, slow down, i’m not going to run away” you tease him.

"god, you have no idea how desperate i am to fuck you.."

you thought it was a joke, but the next second seungkwan was throwing you on the bed and taking off your shoes

he kisses your ankle, moving up to your calf until he kisses your knee and then your thigh. god, this is crazy! seungkwan’s lips on your body show devotion, and you didn’t even notice that his head, that was once between yours legs, is now close to middle of your leg. he lifts your skirt and kisses your wet panties.

“shit, i lost count of how many times i came imagining that cunt in my face!”

he pulls the lace to the side, salivating at the sight of your pussy exposed to him, it doesn't take five seconds for him to put his mouth there, sucking it as if it were the necessity of life.

you always thought seungkwan was very handsome, but there, between your legs, rubbing his face in your juices, he was the most handsome guy you had ever seen in your entire life.

his right hand pulling your strapless down and when he managed to do so, he rubbed his fingers over your nipple, making you moan.

“i need… god, i really need…” he spits on your pussy.

he took off his own clothes, and you understood, you opened your legs a little wider and let seungkwan penetrate you.

seungkwan on top of you was a sight you would hardly forget, his wet mouth biting and sucking your nipples as he pushed every inch inside… opening you up wide for him.

“you are so wet, fuck, can you feel my fat cock opening your tight hole? my princess being stretched by me?”

when you feels his balls hit your for the first time you moaned so loud that it scared you, and that only motivated him.

and he shoves once, twice, three, and on the fourth time he couldn't keep things slow any longer.

you knew seungkwan was strong due to the gym, but you didn’t expect him to fuck you as hard as he was doing at that moment.

“my pretty princess, you're going to be my toy now, hm? my personal whore”

and then he stimulated your nipple again, making your eyes roll back.

“can i fuck you all day now? please say yes, say that your cunt is mine!”

in all of the two years that you have know him, you never thought that you’d hear him talking in a such dirty way to you, however, it would be a lie if you said that you weren’t enjoying it.

“i want make you cum everyday, with every part of my body, my fingers, my cock, my mouth, my thigh, i will make you cum in every room and piece of furniture in this house”

seungkwan grips your hips tightly, the bed shaking with the speed at which things happened.

“i’m gonna-” you scream.

“oh, wait, please, can you wait? be my pretty girl and wait!”

you didn't understand why seungkwan asked you to wait, because in the next second he removed his fat cock from you and jerked off a few times, cumming on your belly.

he takes a deep breath, his body a little soft, and then he bends down, putting his tongue back into your hole (now opened by him).

“please, cum on my tongue, god, i need feel you so bad”

his arms made a kind of lock on your leg, you could barely move, and that was great because the next minute you were cumming.

“so sweet, so good!” he said as he swallowed every drop of your juice.

〰

“how are we now?” you ask.

“i know you are not feeling things in the same intensity, i won’t force you into anything. but can i at least take you on a date?”

“oh, even two if you want…”

everything would be fine, seungkwan is your best friend… (and future boyfriend, of course).

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m-arkmywords · 1 year

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Strawberry Sorbet

pairing: mark x reader

genre: plug!mark, we have graduated from stoner!mark to plug!mark thanks to @markonthemoon, honestly a lot of fluff, smut, weed mentions and use

word count: 3,704

Pulling your jacket over your head, you ran to Mark’s car in your fluffy slides. You slid into the already-adjusted passenger seat to your liking and leaned in to hug him. “Greetings” you grabbed the back of his neck, letting your nails lightly graze his skin as you held him in embrace.

“You good?” He licks his lips, before taking a sip of his juice for his cotton mouth.

“Yeah, how you doing?” You both smile, instinctively. Every time you guys are together, all you can both do is smile. The shy glances exchanged, the extra effort in casual banter just to see each other laugh. You both are crushing on each other hard but neither of you want to admit it.

You met Mark a couple months ago, at a party, through a mutual friend. There was an instant connection when he joined into your discussion, abruptly. He challenged your opinion, which is something you’re not used to. “Ouch! If guys who make music are fuckboys then maybe women who are into musicians are haters!” His delivery was playful which made you want to bicker with him.

“Yo? Who invited this guy?!” You said pointing at him as everyone broke into laughter. You both introduced yourselves and continued the discussion for a while. Soon, you both settled outside, smoking a joint and he showed you the games on his phone. Ever since that night, you guys have been hanging out socially and you’ve been picking up from Mark. It has been so nice to find a plug in your social circle. It makes you less anxious not having to call random numbers and not knowing what to expect.

So tonight was no different when you got in his car to pick up some weed. As always, he had rolled you a little something in his special pink paper, with magenta hearts on it. “Let’s go smoke this and then I’ll drop you home, yeah?” He smiled, coyly before putting the car into gear and pulling out of your street.

Mark drove for a bit before parking near a canal and he passed you his lighter. “Would you be so kind and do the honours?” He teased and opened his hands in his lap. Motioning you to bring your feet to his lap so he can rub them. You lit the joint and took your first pull. “So, how was your day?” He asked and listened intently, as always. He leaned back in his seat, resting his head. The way the moon lit the outlines of his features, made him look angelic. His eyes were focused on you as his hands rubbed your feet. You told him about work and university drama and he contributed with facial expressions and giggling with you.

“Girl.” You’d say in one tone.

“Girl.” He’d say in another.

You both passed the joint between you both and talked about your day. The conversation flowed from, life to movies to music and then you both fell in a comfortable silence. Looking at the bright, silver moon reflecting on the water whilst Mark continued to rub your feet. His touch was innocent and gentle. You felt his gaze slowly shift from the water to you and your face felt hot. You wanted to turn your face and catch his big beautiful eyes but you felt so shy. Not knowing what your feelings for him meant, made your heart beat faster.

“Hey” He whispered, “look at me.” Sincerity in his voice left chills down your back.

“I’m really glad I met you. You’re my guy, my dude.” He said and you chuckled, turning your face to look at him.

“I’m really glad I met you too... dude.” You stuck out your pinky finger and Mark already knew the cue. He took your finger into his pinky and transitioned into a handshake. A month ago, Mark started giving you a little extra in the bags and he made you pinky promise not to tell anyone or that it would ruin his “street cred.” So you both came up with a handshake shared between just the two of you. That’s how life had started to feel for the past couple weeks. An inside joke shared between two souls. Were you falling for him?

“Alright!” He propped as you retrieved your feet back into your slides. “Let’s get you home, bab- dUDE” Mark panicked and cleared his throat. You opened your mouth to speak but he turned the volume of the music up and started driving once again.

“See I woke up having a bad dayy.. And I gotta get the dollar any fast way..”

He sang along to Way Back Home by Cordae and you took it as a prompt to not mention his slip up. So you sang along with him. Rolling down the window, the breeze felt nice on your skin. The warm yellow street lights lit up the blue atmosphere and it made everything feel like a Van Gogh painting. You couldn’t figure out if you had always seen life from such a romantic lens or was it just recently starting to feel more pink and purple. You looked at Mark, once again, taking in his features. Eyes trailing from his messy black hair, to his glasses, his Adam’s apple and how much you wanted to place a kiss on it to see his reaction. Your stare landed at his lips and you felt your own mouth slightly part. You thought about how his lips would feel pressed against yours in urgency. How his mouth would taste, if he would use his tongue straight away or wait a little? Would the kiss be rushed or would he take his time? Your mind went in loops and you swallowed as you felt yourself salivate at the thought. Shit. Maybe, you do like him.

Before you knew it, you were pulled outside your house once again but not a single atom in your body wanted to leave Mark. He turned to you again, smiling and opened the dashboard. Pulling out a package, he handed it to you. “Here you are.. and there’s a lil something extra. just like always but shh.” He handed you an A5 sized package. It was bigger than the usual extra but you decided to not question it. “Ok so, this is Strawberry Sorbet. I think you’re gonna like it. It’s gonna help your cramps and give you tingly feelings.. you know the kind you get when you see me?” He wiggled his eyebrows, earning a smack on the arm from you. He chucked, before continuing. “Nah but forreal, it’s really smooth as well. It’s a hybrid and kinda has like uhh.. a sweet candy-like flavour.. and DUDE. It slows down time SO much, its crazy. But uhm.. yeah, I hope you enjoy it.” He scratched the back of his head, realising that he might be talking too much but he relaxed when his eyes met your eyes, which were only focused on him. What was in the air tonight?

“Ugh dude, thank you so much. You are the best. Please let me know when you get home.” You gave him another hug, this time a bit shy-er than the first one. You felt your cheeks feel hot as Mark put his arms around you and give you a slight squeeze.

“Please, the streets should be scared that I’m not home yet.” He joked which made you roll your eyes.

“I’m being serious, Mark. Text me, okay?” You get out the car and lean in through the passenger window.

“Yes boss.” He raised his eye brow and smiled, playfully flirting with you.

“Okay, good.” And with that, he drove off. ________________________________________________________________________________

Dropping your keys in the bowl near your entrance, you walked back into your much warmer apartment, compared to the outside. You made your way to your bedroom and plopped yourself on the bed.

Wondering why the package is so big, you carefully opened it with excitement. You saw that he had your usual baggie in there but also a piece of paper. Confused, you pulled out the paper first, disregarding the weed. You hand flew to your mouth and you gasped, looking at the paper. Mark had drew an illustration of you with his copic markers. You always knew Mark was this skater guy, who liked to tag places with this friends but you never knew that he drew like this. You felt your stomach in knots as heat rose from your core, up to your cheeks, covering your entire face.

This. Fucking. Guy.

You thought to yourself and smiled. Your eyes trailed further along the paper to find a couple lines at the bottom, comparing you to a summer’s day with Mark’s own twist on it. “Nerd” You whispered to yourself, giggling. You felt your phone buzz and you jumped to pick it up. ____________________________________________

Mark 10:05 pm

home. the streets are safe now.

Y/N 10:05 pm

*attached pic* excuse me? what is thissssss?

Mark 10:06 pm

Looool Idk what you talking about :)

Y/N 10:06 pm

you nerd. I never knew you drew so well.

Mark 10:06 pm

you like it? hahaha

Y/N 10:06 pm

I love it

Y/N 10:07 pm

the poem too? where have you been hiding all this talent?

Mark 10:09 pm

shhh.

Mark 10:09 pm

It make you smile?

Y/N 10:09 pm

Yes....

Mark 10:10 pm

good.

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Throwing your phone, on the bed you fell back into your pillows and squealed into your hands like a love struck teenager. Ok. You definitely have feelings for him.

That night, neither of you could sleep. Mark felt nervous about his bold move and you felt giddy about your feelings. After a couple of hours of tossing and turning, your phone buzzed again. This time, it was a phone call.

“Sorry, who’s this?” You answer the phone jokingly.

“Ha Ha, very funny, asshole.” Mark dead panned, making you laugh. “Why you still up?” He asked softly.

“Dunno..”

“You can’t sleep either huh?” You could hear him smile through the phone and you bit your lip.

“So.. uhh.. you really like the drawing?”

“Dude, I love it. How do you know my face so well?” You exclaimed.

“Uhhmm.. I guess, I just know your face.. It’s a nice face.” Mark was being coy, yet again.

“Oh” You felt the shy spread from the phone and into you.

“I uh.. like your face.. I.. think uhm.. I.. like you” He mumbled, almost incoherently but you caught it. You both held your breath in anticipation of your reaction. You could feel your heart in your ears and your smile so wide, your cheeks started to hurt.

“You like me?”

“Don’t make me say it again.”

“I guess, you’re okay too Mark.” You teased him playfully.

“Woooow” He acted fake hurt.

“Come say it to my face, if you not pussy.” You suddenly felt a wave of confidence take over you.

“Oh yeah? Bet. Be there in 15.” And before you could tell him you’re joking, he hung up the phone.

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Mark showed up at your door in exactly 15 minutes. You opened the door, staggering a little from being nervous. “Hi” You said with a smile.

“Hi” he walked in and you both stood there, in awkward silence. Not knowing what to say or how to stand, you both felt super nervous.

“You wanna uh.. go sit on the sofa?” You offered, walking over to the living room and Mark followed. You both sat comically far from each other, with body language stiff. Looking around the room, you tried to find something to make small talk about. As you opened your mouth to speak, so did Mark and you both cut each other off. The awkwardness was killing you. You both laughed a little.

“You go” You turn to finally face him.

“I was just gonna say um.. if you wanted to try the strain I got for you today.. but urm I mean.. we don’t have to.. only if you want to.. you know, whatever is cool with me” Mark rambled on as you nodded and got up to get the baggie.

Walking back in to the living room, he looked up at you. Eyeing you in your shorts and a baggy t- shirt. “And come sit next to me.” He patted his hand beside him and you sunk into the sofa.

Mark put his arm around you and used his other hand to lift up your chin to look at him. His eyes were soft yet intense. You had never seen this look in his face before and it made you feel dizzy.

“Hey you..” He smiled.

Mark wasted no time before taking your lips into his. All the air came out of your lungs and you melted into his touch. His lips were soft and tasted like strawberry candy. He moved his lips against yours, painfully slow before pulling back to look at you. “Hi” He pecked your lips and smiled. Leaning his head to the other side, he kissed you again, this time, a little harder. His hand moved from under your chin, to under your ear as he held your face and traced his tongue against your mouth. You opened your mouth some more, letting out a sigh into his mouth which went straight to his dick and he pushed his tongue in further, deepening the kiss. You both got lost in the kiss for a while there before pulling away and smiling at one another as if you’re already high. Even though, your lips were now disconnected. Your eyes stayed fixed on one another.

“You have really long lashes..” You said matter of factly, making Mark laugh.

“And you like me back” Nothing could stop you both from smiling like idiots at one another. It felt as if, nothing else mattered in this moment.

“I do.. I do...” You left another peck, not being able to get enough of him. Mark pulled his arm from over you to dig through his pocket. He pulled out the special pink papers and handed them to you to roll one.

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The room felt like it was slowly spinning into you, a vortex of your feelings towards mark floated around you and time came to a halt. Your heart grew ten sizes that night, beating outside of your being, covering the entire room. You wanted to absorb him into your heart. The only way to express this to him was to have him inside you. Thinking about it, you felt your underwear pool and you moaned into Mark’s mouth. He squeezed your thigh tighter as a response, which brought you back to this room. On this sofa. On his lap. Tongue in his mouth. It was only then you realised, how time became warped from when you started smoking and Mark pulled you in for another kiss. Everything had been a blur since then. All you could focus on was how in such a short amount of time, this boy had become so dear to you.

Mark’s hands went to your ass to give it a handful squeeze and he got up picking you up with him. He pecked your lips once again.

“Hi baby” he smiled, taking in your features in awe.

“You okay?”

“Hi” you cheesed back at him, pecking his nose in response. “Of course.”

Mark carried you over to the bed and laid you down gently. Moving your hair out of your face, he hovered over you.

“God, you’re so beautiful” his ran his index finger along the side of your cheek.

“From the day I met you dude, I knew I was gonna like you.” He kissed you all over your face, filling the space with your giggles.

“Gonna make you my girl.” His lips, once again, crashed down into yours and he settled between your legs. You could feel him on your thigh and it drove you crazy. Adding to your arousal, he slowly grinded into you. He held your waist, before slipping his hands inside your shirt and squeezed one of your breast, lighting pinching your nipples in between his fingers. You swore you could’ve came right then. He lifted your t-shirt up to admire your body further. His eyes hung low from the weed and his mouth slightly parted. He smiled.

“Dang! They are so beautiful. Nice to meet you.” He left kisses along your breast, making you giggle and feel more comfortable.

Mid-giggle, your breath got caught in your throat when Mark licked a stripe between your chest, taking your nipple in his mouth. The shock made you arch your back and run your fingers through his hair before grabbing it. You let out a moan and felt Mark smirk against your skin.

Working his way down to your body, he took your shorts off. Coming face to face with your absolutely dampened underwear, Mark’s light hearted expression changed.

“Your panties.. are ruined” His voice, barely a whisper.

You felt a shift in the atmosphere. The air became heavy and thick with lust. You felt yourself clench around nothing when Mark pressed his thumb into your heat to check if this was real life. His eyes a little wider, and breath heavier. Mark wasted no time as he used his index finger to slide your panties to the side.

“Oh hi” his voice cracked a little, indicating that he was trying very hard to keep things light- hearted but his head was also spinning from the lust. He needed you.

“Baby?” He looked up at you with a glint in his eyes.

“Yeah?” You asked, rubbing head lovingly.

“Can I eat it baby?”

All you could do was nod and Mark didn’t need to be told twice. He dove right in with his tongue, kissing your pussy all over. He settled on the clit, making you move your thighs on his shoulders.

Mark took that as a sign to grab you harder and he moved his face in a zig-zag motion in your pussy. With every moan, Mark moaned with you.

“Mm?”

“Does it feel good?”

He was absorbed in the act and it was now his turn to feel a vortex of his feelings slowly fade into him, from outside of him. The vibrations from his moan were only sending you over the edge and then he slipped his fingers inside you. You grabbed his hair again, letting him know he’s doing good. Mark was so focused, his eyebrows furrowed and mouth slightly open. He was studying your reactions to the different movements of his fingers. His eyes going from your face to your pussy and how it was sucking in his fingers. Mark felt entranced.

He was aching inside his sweats as he felt you cum on his tongue. Legs shaking around his head, hands grabbing at his hair for some sort of support. He took his other hand to find yours and interlocked his fingers with yours. Even though, you had came. Mark did not take a second to let you catch your breath as he carried on, making you cum twice more. He felt like he could’ve stayed in there forever. He was drunk of your taste and smell. Time was still warped for the both of you. It ceased to exist.

And when Mark was finally inside you. Both of you felt as though you have sunken into a cloud. With each thrust, you kept sinking, deeper and deeper. Going lower, and lower. The room was filled with your moans and the sound of how wet you were. You don’t think you legs ever stopped shaking from he first time, they had done that. “Oh my god, you feel so good.” Mark managed to get some words out, after a long time of scrunched up faces and moans. Mark felt like he was losing his mind. Every time you closed your eyes, you saw stars. You wrapped your legs around him and his movement staggered. “Wait.. wait.. you gonna make me cum like this.. turn over for me.” He placed a kiss on your cheek.

Now laying on your stomach, Mark slid into you once again. Immediately, realising that changing positions might have made things worse when he felt your ass cushion his thrusts, he fell onto your back and lightly bit your shoulder. Mark pounded into you with force, accepting his fate of climaxing very soon. His hand snaked onto your throat as he guided your head back so he could kiss you again. He lightly squeezed your throat as he pounded into you. Moans and curse words flew from both of your mouths and you felt him throb inside you. The movement, hitting your spot perfectly, made your legs shake once last time as you came around him and you swore Mark almost growled in your ear.

“Baby.. you’re pu..pushing me out.. ugh.. feels..s o.. good.” It wasn’t long before, he also came to his climax and pulled out, finishing all over your ass.

He collapsed on the side next to you as you both caught your breath and settled into giddy giggles again. “That felt like 10 years and 2 seconds, all at the same time.” You say, out of breath.

You were both so infatuated with one another. It was disgusting.

“Lemme get you a towel babe.” Mark groaned before getting up and walking over to the bathroom.

You admired his naked frame from the back. His muscly back and toned ass. He was sculpted by the gods and you just had this man moaning into your mouth. The thought of that made your core tingle again, confirming that this was only the first round of tonight.

“So.. Shakespeare, huh?” You called out to Mark from the bed, referring to his poem.

“Oh, he is the OG man.” You heard the water shut and he shouted back.

Walking back into the room in all his glory, now from the front. You admired him. “If you’re good, I’ll show you my stuff sometime.” He sank onto the bed and wiped your butt with the warm towel.

#mark lee x fem reader #mark lee #mark lee fanfic #nct 127 #nct dream #mark lee fluff #mark lee smut #nct #GUYS THIS MADE ME GET IN MY FEELINGS SM #IDK IF IT WILL GET U GUYS IN UR FEELINGS TOO COS IDK WHAT UR STYLE OF ROMANCE IS BUT THIS HAS GIVEN BRAIN ROT #i hope u enjoy??!!

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boldlyvoid · 2 years

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The Whore of Babylon

18+ | Eddie, Gareth, Jeff, Kevin x reader

Summary: Eddie's friends are Virgins, and His Girlfriend has a Virginity kink

Warnings: lowkey cuck Eddie, sexualization of the reader, teasing, Virgin kink, panty sniffing (mentions of past panty stealing), Eddie teaches the boys how to pleasure a woman, Oral sex (f receiving from all 4), hand jobs, Vaginal sex, condom use, bi Eddie, Bi Jeff, Questioning Gareth (he kisses Eddie in this), spit, multiple orgasms (6), praise and degradation, cum play, Master kink... i really hope i got it all but this one is really dirty

word count: 7.1k

All her boys came over after a long-awaited game of hellfire. Being separated at different colleges and jobs made it hard to play once a week, it became more like once a month now. They used this time together to party, have a few beers, joints and way too much pizza.

Like clockwork, she moves the empty pizza boxes to the kitchen and wanders back into the main room of the trailer she shared with Eddie. She sits in his lap as the party starts to come to a close, whispering something in his ear as his hands trail up her bare legs and under her skirt.

This was usually the boy's queue to get going.

“Seriously?” Gareth complains for the group as they all groan, “we’re having fun, do we really have to leave just so you two can fuck all night instead?”

“Awe, are the virgins jealous?” She teases Gareth, Jeff and Kev with a pout.

“No…” he’s defensive but his cheeks and neck heat up a cute shade of pink which lets her know he’s lying.

She looks at Eddie, carefully, talking to him with her eyes, “you really want to?” Eddie knows exactly what she means, and she nods. “okay… should you tell them or should I?”

“Tell uth what?” Jeff asks, his adorable lisp making her smile.

She loved all of them, they were all her best friends before they introduced her to Eddie. Being in the same grade, she grew up with these 3 boys, they were her best friends, she knew more about them than anyone else, they were her boys.

It wasn’t her fault that she fell for Eddie, and none of them held it against her… It was just really hard for them to know that she was getting railed by the dungeon master most nights while they were all virgins, and slightly pining for her. She knew they were, she always did, but the feelings weren’t fully reciprocated. She loved them, she thought they were all handsome and sweet in their own ways, but Eddie was the love of her life.

She thought they’d get girlfriends, or boyfriends even, at some point… but the older they got, the longer they waited and it was getting embarrassing at this point. They all talked about how hard it was being a virgin in their 20s while Eddie always made being a sex god look so easy.

Time and time again, Eddie told them they just needed to break the seal. They just needed to let loose and sleep with someone, then it wouldn’t be as scary… then maybe they’d find something more. Since meeting Y/N, he was always insisting that making love was better than random hookups, making the boys jealous even further.

“Well,” she looks at Eddie and then back to the boys, focusing mostly on Gareth as he had it the worst for her. “What if you let me take your virginities?”

They’re silent. For the first time ever, none of the boys have any words.

“I think I broke them,” she whispers to Eddie, making him laugh.

“She’s not kidding,” Eddie adds, “she’s talked about this for the last 2 years… we just didn’t think it would ever come to this.”

“I thought there would be no way we’d all hit 21 and I’d still be the only one of us having sex,” she tries to cover up the truth he just spilled.

“and…” he wants her to tell them. “Go on, share with them how much of a dirty whore you can be.”

She shifts in his lap, anxiously fighting the heat in her stomach as it grows and feeling just how hard he was under her. He was thinking about all his friends taking turns with his girl, how hot it would be to see them try to ruin her but all she wants is for him to show them how it’s done…

“I have this dream,” she starts softly, avoiding the boy's eye contact as they all gather around her, sitting on the floor in front of Eddies lazy boy, looking up at her in awe, it felt like storytime. Gareth on her right, Jeff on her left, and Kevin smack dab in the middle. He didn’t know it yet, but he had the best seat in the house.

“Go on,” Eddie encourages her even more.

“I really like the thought of taking someone's virginity, and so seeing as Eddie was already deflowered when I got him i didn’t get to really experience it… but there’s something so satisfying about watching a man lose it all for you, being the first person he slips into… ruining him for everyone else—

“She’s good at that part,” he warns them.

She shrugs, proud of herself. “I really love Eddie, you guys need to know that, this is just a kink for me and if you don’t want to ruin the friendship, I get it. But the offer stands, for any or all of you.”

“Yes!” Gareth is the first to offer, sitting on his knees and moving in closer. “Please?”

She giggles, “what about you two?”

Jeff nods, unable to find any words to say and Kevin mumbles, “uh-ye—mhmm.”

“Good,” she smirks and sits on Eddie, reverse cowgirl, back to his chest and legs spread. “Now, time for the ground rules, boys.”

They all nod, moving in even closer to her, all sprouting cute little bulges in their jeans and silently fighting their way to be first in line to fuck her.

She puts out her hand and Eddie fishes a box of condoms out from the side pocket of his chair, placing them in her palm. “First things first, you’re all wearing raincoats. I only plan on making you god-fathers in the future. Distant, future at that.”

It makes them all laugh, which makes her feel a little more at ease. The last thing she wanted was to completely ruin their friendships.

“Second, no kissing on the mouth,” she looks right at Kevin, more than once he’s gotten drunk and tried to kiss her, always ashamed after but she never held it against him. He was a flirty, cuddly drunk, hes also tried to kiss Jeff.

“No affectionate pet names either, you are not allowed to get attached to me, this is a dirty one off and then I expect you to take what you’ve learned and apply it out there in the real world,” she explained carefully. “Got it?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Gareth answers and the other two nod, following his lead as always.

With her legs spread already, she leans back against eddies chest and lets him lift her skirt up, showing off his girl like he just popped the hood on a Ferrari.

“Third rule,” Eddie speaks this time, voice deep and low, something only she’s really heard. His hand ghosts over her panties, “if she says stop, you stop. I doubt you three will last long enough to get crazy with her, but it has to be said.”

“Obviously, man,” Jeff understands, reaching out to place his hand on her ankle and feel up her soft skin.

“We’re going to treat her like treasure,” Kevin adds, staring right at the wet patch forming in her pink panties. “Long awaited, ever so rewarding, treasure.”

Eddie groans in her ear, nibbling at the lobe gently. His free hand snakes up her chest and palms at her breast, while the other works tiny circles over her clothed clit, “should I give them a run down on what you like?”

She nods, melted into his touch, “teach ‘em how it’s done.”

“Lift,” he instructs and she moves her feet to rest on the seat, beside his knees as she lifts her hips up, giving him the opportunity to push her panties to her knees before she sat down on his lap again. “Boys, would you mind?”

They rush to help them come off the rest of the way and then fight for who gets to hold them, “hey,” Eddie calls their attention back to her.

“Gareth,” she delegates, “you can have them."

He takes them from Kevin and holds them to his face, breathing in her scent while his other hand palmed over his jeans, he groaned, “sweet Jesus.”

“He’s the only one who hasn’t stolen a pair yet,” she teases.

The other two look embarrassed immediately. “How?”

“I know what I leave here,” she smirks. “So when I come back and my panties aren’t in his drawer anymore, but you were in his room last, then I know. But I don’t mind.”

Eddies ring-covered hand has been cupped around her cunt the whole time, not letting them get a look at the goods while they acted like this. “You guys ready to learn or what?”

They straighten back up, desperate for the show to begin.

With two fingers he spreads her pussy lips apart, “this my friends, is a pussy of epic proportions. Juicy, delicious, she can take a beating and always comes back wanting more… for me, at least.”

It was only slightly embarrassing, but the way the boys drooled over her made her feel better than ever. It was so fucking nice to be desired like this. She felt like a centrefold in playboy and it was actually really, really nice.

Eddie kisses her cheek gently as she leaned back to rest her head on his shoulder. “Who did you want to go first?” He whispers.

“Gareth,” she all but moans his name.

“You heard her, scoot,” he instructs the boys out of the way so that Gareth can sit right in front of her. He crawls over on his knees, resting his hands on her knees and soothing them down her thighs.

“Gare-bear, can you show the class where the clit is, please?” Eddie asks, using his nickname as a way to remind him who was in charge.

He looks puzzled, causing Eddie to suck his teeth, “how do you plan on pleasing a woman if you don’t know what that is?”

“I—

“Save it,” Eddie pushes him back and stands up with Y/N in his arms. He slams her down on the chair and gets on his knees with the other boys.

“Strip,” he instructs her and she misses no time ripping off her tank top, pushing her skirt to the floor and flinging her bra halfway across the room before she sat back down on the lazy boy and spread her legs for him.

The boys all groan, it’s a symphony of pleasure that she’s been secretly dying to hear since they all hit puberty.

Eddie spreads her pussy open once more and places his index finger right on her clit, “this right here, this is the clit. She’s sometimes hidden under the hood, kinda like foreskin, but she’s 10 times more sensitive than the head of your cock and she’ll never disappoint you if you pay attention to her.”

Y/N can’t help but moans as he applies more pressure and mores his finger around in circles. He dips down to her whole, gathering up her wetness with the pads of his forefingers and rubbing it into her clit. It feels so good, being touched and being watched, she can’t help her back as it arches or the sounds that leave her whorish little mouth.

“Holy shit,” Gareth can barely breathe. “That’s it?”

“No,” Eddie smirks at him first and then moves in closer to Y/N. “It helps the most, but that’s not all you need.” His lips collide with her inner thigh as he kisses towards her centre. “It’s about attention to detail, you can’t just go from 0 to 4th gear and expect to win the race, you need to rev her up a bit, work the gears and then fuck her into overdrive.”

“Please,” she begs, gripping the armrest of the chair like her life depended on it, feeling emptier than ever before.

“See,” Eddie chuckles against her skin, kissing her underwear line, edging impossibly close to eating her out when he knew he was supposed to let Gareth go first.

He can’t help himself, he takes one long lick, spreading his whole tongue along her cunt, he was addicted to her taste. He moans against her, tongue deep inside while the tip of his nose budged at her clit. She gripped his hair, moaning at how good it was but she pulled him away anyway, “baby, come on.”

“Sorry,” he looked up at he with lust-blown eyes, face already covered in her. “I had to get the first lick, but at least you know what to do now, Gare.”

Gareth couldn’t believe he was next, he let Eddie move out of the way and then got impossibly close to her. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and pulled her right to the edge, “ready?”

She nods, not expecting him to go in just as hard as Eddie, but if she knew anything about Gareth, he was competitive. Especially as Eddie’s back-up singer. He was a quick learner, she’ll give him that, because the second his mouth is on her, he’s sucking on her clit like his life depends on it.

She runs her fingers through his short, curly hair, it’s so soft and she’s not used to something this short to hold onto, but she likes it. She grinds her hips along with his movements, letting him know just how good he feels on her. “I’m— I’m so, fuck, close already…”

Gareth peaks up at her, dragging his tongue over her in a serpentine motion, never breaking eye contact. She cups his face, holding him closer as his tongue flicks back and forth over her clit and then he stops, “can I finger you?”

She nods, “fuck yeah, you can, Mr. Drummer.”

He smirks and then slips his two middle fingers into his own mouth, he swirls his tongue around them in preparation. When they’re wet enough, he teases her hole with a smirk, shaking his head at how fucking insane this felt and overjoyed to finally be there. He’s gentile at first, watching his fingers go in and out of her slowly as he soaked it all in. It was really happening.

“Curl them,” Eddie gives him a tip from the sideline, “feel that spongey texture? Thats her g-spot, so when you hit that and her clit at the same time, it’ll make her tremble.”

He listens well, curing his fingers and returning his tongue to her clit. He pumps into her with quick, short thrusts, making an absolute mess as she finally came on his fingers with a shout.

Eddie clapped, “‘atta boy!! See fellas, that’s how it’s done.”

Gareth pulls out with a grin, “that was so fucking cool,” he muses before shoving his fingers in his mouth and licking them clean.

She runs her fingers through his sweaty hair again, smiling at him as she sits up, “oh, my god, dude. The ladies are going to love you.”

“You think?” His eyes gleam with pride.

“Absolutely,” she ruffles his hair and then pats his cheek, “but it’s Jeff's turn now…”

“Really?” He perks up, looking at her with big eyes, “for…”

“I don’t plan on sending you boys out into the world without a lesson,” she calls him over with a wink. “Come get a taste.”

“Let me just,” he turns away, putting his fingers in his mouth and popping out his retainer. He places the slobbery thing on the coffee table and then makes his way over. “Can I take my shirt off?”

She nods, “of course, you guys can do whatever, get comfortable.”

He pulls his shirt off so quickly and moves in closer to her. He’s ripped, buffer than she remembered with the sexiest dusting of chest hair. He takes a softer approach, he kisses her thighs and caresses her skin with his cheek, possibly making up for his rough, calloused fingers.

He was so gentile, even with his tongue. He listened to Eddie's words from before, paying attention to her clit while his pointer finger swirled around the cum gathering at her hole, using it as lube when he eventually pushed the digit inside of her. He curls it slightly, rubbing the interesting texture with curiosity, making her thighs twitch.

“Christ,” she wants to toss her head back more, arch her back higher, but she’s trapped in the uncomfortable, brown suede recliner she’s been fucked in too many times already.

“Hold on a sec? I just wanna lie down,” she explains as she pets Jeffs cheek, assuring him it’s not an issue with him. “I’m uncomfortable up here.”

He nods and helps her to the carpet, not noticing Eddie had run out to his bedroom to get some pillows and blankets, “here, put them under her for leverage.”

The boys listened well, they moved the table out of the way and laid down the blanket first and then got her all comfortable. They wouldn’t have it any other way, honestly.

Jeff crawled back between her legs, and Kev sat awkwardly beside her, watching and feeling only a slight bit left out. As soon as Jeff began to continue, she reached over for Kevin to hold his and bring it to her boob, “you can play with them…”

“Yeah?” He gets down lover, laying on his side so he can palm one boob and kiss the other. With a small boost in confidence, he takes her nipple in his mouth and moans around her. She knew he’d love that.

His hair was sweaty from simply watching, but that didn’t stop her from petting his curls. She simply loved touching. She was always so touch starved, she’s cuddled with all of them more than once, she’s had sleepovers with them and hugged them randomly just for closeness… this was so, so much better.

Gareth is watching it all with a hand on his cock, still shaking his head at how fucking insane this all is, but not wanting to change a single thing. All he wondered was if he was going to be the first to slip inside of her or not, he didn’t want to get too carried away in his thoughts, but his hand felt so good as he watched on.

Eddie reached out and placed his hand on Gareth’s shoulder, making him jump slightly. “Man, I can’t believe you got her…”

Eddie smirks, “I know, right?”

She’s completely lost in the moment, not listening in the slightest as she cums a second time for Jeff and Kevin basically pushes him away so he can have his turn. But when Jeff kneels beside her, she reaches for his belt and starts to unbuckle it. They get him out of his pants and boxers and suddenly it’s only the two of them who are naked.

She strokes his hard cock, he’s slimmer than Eddie but definitely longer. It was so impressive. Cut, tip glistening and balls full. Even Eddie’s jaw dropped when he saw it. “dude…”

“What?”

Gareth’s eyes are wide, Kev looks up at him, face covered in pussy juice already. “Holy shit, man?”

“What?!” He gets self-conscious.

“They’re jealous,” she smirks up at him. “I know Eddie is cause he isn’t cut…”

“Oh,” Jeff thinks nothing of it.

“But size doesn’t matter,” she reaffirms. “If you know what you’re doing anything can work.”

“Anything?” Kev wonders, innocently.

She nods, “wanna show me what you’ve got?”

He sits up on his knees and starts to unbutton his jeans quickly, he was chubby and soft, hairy tummy leading down his happy trail to a decent sized, girthy, cock standing tall around his untamed pubic hair.

“Babe, where are the condoms?” She asks Eddie, “Kev can go first, give him one.”

“Fuck,” Gareth mumbles under his breath, looking disappointed.

She peers past Kev to look at him, “you got to make me cum already, give him a chance. My clit is so sensitive right now, I need something more… but you come here,” she points to her other side, jerking Jeff off still on the other side again.

Kevin gets gloved up and lines up with her, feeling up her thighs nervously, she looks up at him with kind eyes, “ready, Kev?”

He nods, “I’m sorry in advance if I’m not good…”

“Take your time, enjoy it, I will too,” she assures him with a smile that grows dark. “Come on, big boy, fuck me.”

When he slips in slowly with a groan, “oh my god…”

Eddie smirks, “one down.”

“Fuck,” she whimpers as he bottoms out, the stretch was nice and feeling him against her, between her legs, was just as wonderful.

Laying on her back, completely, she turns to Gareth with a smile, he was watching her boobs giggle as Kev began to thrust. “Take these off,” she taps on Gareth’s jean-clad thigh.

He gets out of his jeans as quickly as possible, tossing his shirt away while he’s at it.

She tries to watch, but paying attention was hard when Kev’s thrusts started to pick up, “Oh, I knew you’d be cute…” she compliments him as her back arches, she moans, gripping her breast again, “shit…”

“What?” He blushes.

Jeff laughs, stroking his own cock now as she put her attention on Gareth. “She thinks you’re tiny,” he attempts to tease him.

“No,” she smacks Jeff’s thigh and moans again. “Shit, Kev, right there…”

They all turn their attention to Kevin, not expecting him to do as well as he was. He was the Bass player after all, always the forgotten one. But he fucked her with a passion, he had rhythm and power and he knew what he was doing. “more… more, please?”

Gareth reaches a hand out to rub her clit, helping Kev along as he focuses on keeping his cool. He bit his lip, eyes closed as he kept going, he wanted her to cum first and then he’d let himself go, like a true gentleman. “Oh, fuck,” she reaches out for Jeff’s hand and pulls him closer, shoving his face into her tits as a silent instruction to suck.

He was good with his mouth, covering her breasts in hickies as she chased her next orgasm. She honestly had no clue what number she was on at this point, and she didn’t care as she felt Kevin stutter and still inside of her as he filled the condom with a grunt. His grip on her knees tightened, “fuuuck….”

She giggled, proud of her buddy. The other two get antsy, they silently fight with each other with pointed looks back and forth, both wanting to be next. “Boys…” Eddie finally speaks up, “let Kevin pull out before you kill each other.”

She laughs again, “Jeff, do you mind if Gareth goes next?”

He shakes his head, “I guess not…”

“I’m just saving the best for last,” she runs her hand over his thigh gently with a wink.

Kevin pulled out, laughing to himself at how fucking wild it was that he just fucked his best friend, no longer a virgin. She sits up between them, accepting a glass of water from Eddie and taking a few sips as the boys exchange places. Kev sits beside her again, only in his boxers now. He pulls her into a quick side hug and kisses her sweaty forehead. “Thank you.”

She laughs, “you’re welcome, buddy.”

Gareth rolled a condom on with haste, waiting not so patiently for her to finish her water and pick a new position, “this is fucking wild… like, am I dreaming?”

Eddie laughs again, “it’s about fucking time this happened. She’s wanted to fuck you for so long.”

“Shut up,” she glares at him.

“Even before I knew about her virginity kink, she has a soft spot for you, Gare-Bear,” Eddie can’t help himself, it was fun for him to rub it in that he won her in the end.

“You’re lying,” Gareth doesn’t believe it anyway. “You had years to fuck me before we even introduced you to him?” He points at Eddie.

“I think you’re cute, okay? And I know you’ll make a girl very happy one day… that being said, you wanna fuck me or not?” She wasn’t interested in explaining her long-gone childhood crush right now.

She handed the glass to Eddie, “be nice, please…”

He snarled at her but then leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, breathing her in and kissing her with a passion, marking his territory for all the boys to remember.

She pushes him back with a smile, “you’ll get your turn.”

“And then forever?”

She nods, “now let me get back to it.”

“Okay,” he puts his free hand up in defence as he backed away, “have fun…”

She sits in Gareth’s lap, hovering over his cock with her hands resting on his shoulders. “Figured you’d like this view better…”

She gets to watch his face, up close and personal, as he slips inside of her for the first time. She gets to watch his pupils dilate, his breath hitch and his body quiver. “Oh my god…”

She kisses his cheek and down his neck as she started to ride him. As she picked up the pace, Gareth struggled to keep his eyes open, swallowed up by the pleasure of her fucking herself on his cock. His hands rested on her hips and slowly migrated to her ass, he squeezed her cheeks firmly and then slapped her ass, hard, making her yelp.

“I can’t believe you held out on me all these years,” he groans, tossing his head back to get his hair out of his eyes, “if I knew you were such a dirty whore deep down I would’ve offered to fuck you years ago…”

“No, you wouldn’t have,” she teases, knowing if she pushed him hard enough he would snap, just like Eddie. “I was waiting to be corrupted, I think we both were…”

He holds her still, not letting her move and so she whines, wanting more of him. “You’re right,” he stares at her lips, “you have corrupted me.”

She smirks, “now show me what you’ve learned.”

He sits up on his knees, holding her lover back with both hands so he stayed inside of her, “pillows, now,” he makes Jeff hand them both over, he stacks them for Gareth and then he rests her lower back on them. When he starts thrusting again, he smiles while watching her tits jiggle, “good god… oh, fuck, I’m never going to be the same.”

“Good, huh?” Eddie whispers in his ear, making Gareth's eyes flutter, turned on more than ever before. “Nothing is quite as good as her tight little pussy and her perfect tits, look at how she’s laid out for you, buddy…”

Gareth groans, “fuck, I wish I could kiss her,” he lets his true feelings out. “Not doing anything with my mouth is fuckin weird… shit,” he’s having the time of his life fucking her into the blanket-covered carpet, “and I’m talking too much, right?”

Eddie smirks, “she said you can’t kiss her, but nothing about me…” he places a kiss on Gareth’s bare shoulder and along his neck as he moaned. “I always thought you’d be soft…”

Jeff and Kevin look at each other in shock and awe, they knew Eddie was bi, and so is Jeff… but Gareth has never said a word about the subject. He was pining so hard for Y/N and competing toe-to-toe with Eddie for so long, he must’ve built up some attraction to him, too.

The sight of her boyfriend making out with her best friend as said friend fucks her is a scene, unlike anything her wildest dreams could conjure up. She grips her breasts and grinds back against his cock, moaning with each thrust when Eddie’s hand comes down to rub her clit.

Gareth swats his hand out of the way and bites his lip quickly, letting it go when Eddie yelped, “right now, she’s mine.”

Eddie goes to fight back but Y/N’s guttural moan granted her all of his attention, “fuck, Gare… please, please?”

He rubs her clit and fucks her faster, hunching over her he balances with one hand on the ground beside her hip, giving him the perfect leverage to suck on her tits at the same time. And she was in heaven. Her hands came up to scratch his back, digging in deep as Gareth pounded her into the carpet and made her scream.

Her back arches even further as she cums, her nails dig so deep into him he yelps, but it feels so good mixed with how tight she got around his cock just then. “Fuck,” he groans, “take it, take it! Fuck, that’s it, oh man, cum on my cock like a—fuck, like a good little whore…” he’s shaking as he tries to hold off, fucking her through her orgasm before he even dares reach his own.

He drops against her chest and ruts into her faster, he buries his face into her neck and covers her in kisses and praise, “oh, fuck, thank you. Thank you,” he kisses both her cheeks and her forehead. “I can’t fucking believe that just happened.”

She cups his face and giggles as she looks up at him, all fucked out with rosy cheeks down to his chest and sweaty hair, “believe it or not, but you’re still inside of me.”

“Oh, oh, sorry,” he sits up on his knees and goes to pull out slowly with a shutter. “Sweet christ almighty…”

Eddie giggles as he watches, “she gets real creamy around 4 orgasms.”

Jeff was practically on the verge of exploding he was so hard, that the head of his cock was dripping as he ignored it.

She sits back up as soon as she’s calmed down enough to move again, “holy shit…”

Gareth is a blushing mess, unable to even look at her but she pulls him into a hug and kisses his cheek. “You did wonderfully.”

He kisses the top of her head, resting his cheek against her hair with a smile, “that was awesome.”

She laughs and turns to the last virgin in the room, “it was… but, Jeffery, you’re up.”

He anxiously nods, taking a condom from Eddie and rolling it over his own length. “H-how d’you—

“What would you like?” She cuts him off, crawling over to him with a sweet smile, “just, go easy on me?”

He nods, feverishly, “yeah, yeah, um…” he takes a second to think, “missionary is good, I guess?”

She laughs and pulls him in for a hug, resting her weight on his shoulder with her arms wrapped around his buff shoulders, “thank god… I’m so fucked out I don’t think I could ride you if you paid me.”

“Do you want more water?” Jeff worries as he rubs her back, “or a snack? I think you still have those two-bite brownies left… you know the good ones from KFC? I saw them in the fridge earlier.”

It makes her giggle, “I’m okay, very, very okay,” she pulls away from him with a smirk, “Eddie’s record with me in one night is 9 currently, this is nothing.”

He awkwardly laughs, “nine? Seriously?” The other boys laugh, too, watching on as Jeff gets the most affection from her.

She nods, very proud, “wanna bring me to number 5 now?”

He nods, “are you ready?”

“Absolutely,” she gives him all the consent in the world with that and her beautiful smile.

He lays her back gently, spreading her legs and getting between them, finally. He takes a moment to close his eyes and take a deep breath, hoping this memory lasted a very long time after it inevitably ended.

He slips in slowly, going inch by inch and letting her adjust, but also fascinated with the view of her taking his length. He angles her hips up, stealing the pillows back and shoving them under her, “how are you still so fucking tight?”

Eddie’s dark chuckle makes her head turn to him, she almost forgot he was there, so blissed out from being passed around their friends all night. “Isn’t she fucking fantastic.”

He’s been slowly stripping himself from his clothes with each round, leaving him in just his checkered, red, boxers. He palmed himself gently every so often, hearing her cum so much and having nothing to do with it made his cock twitch, but nothing got him off quite like being alone with her.

Jeff starts to pick up the pace, thrusting into her again and again as she laid there and took it with pride. Arms laid flat on the carpet, Jeff held her hips and manhandled her on and off his cock like she was nothing, it was quite the sight to see. All the boys were quite amazed.

Eddie crawls over and reaches for her hand, holding it gently and caressing her with his thumb. She felt like the luckiest girl in the world, being treated like a queen by her 4 favourite boys while simultaneously quadrupling her body count.

Jeff reaches out his hand, “spit,” he instructs Eddie and he does just that. Spitting in his hand so he can bring it to Y/N’s swollen clit for some added glide. His once gentle demeanour now gone, lust overtook him. He was getting carried away, “are you close?”

She whined, “ye-yeah.”

Eddie brushes some sweaty hairs off her face, watching her eyes roll back as yet another orgasm built in her stomach and exploded through her veins in glorious waves of euphoria.

“Jeff, oh my god,” she reaches out for him, running her fingers over his abs each time he thrusts back in. “Please, please?”

“Let go, princess,” Eddie encourages her. “Show him how much tighter you get when you cum.”

“Show me,” his grip tightens and his rhythm changes. The desperation in his voice is what sends her over the edge more than anything.

She gives him what he was searching for, she cums with a gasp as he stills inside of her, deeper than ever, she can feel him fill the condom. He grunts, “holy fucking shit.”

She wants to moan but she’s lost her voice, cumming so hard her eyes water while her body spasms. “Holy…” he wipes his brow with a sigh, “fuck.”

He pulls out and helps her into a sitting position, carrying on the tradition of kissing her forehead before passing her on to the next one.

Only this time, it was Thee One.

“Eddie,” she reaches out for him, crawling away from Jeff and right into eddies lap.

“Hi, my baby,” he pets her face gently, “how’re you feeling?”

She takes a deep breath and smiled at him, her body felt like an overcooked spaghetti noodle so she clung to him like her life depended on it, “I’m really good now… how are my boys?”

“Amazing,” Kevin answers, barely still awake as he watches from the couch, all cuddled up with a blanket.

“Fan-fuckin’-tastic,” Gareth adds, rolling a joint, sitting in the corner in his boxers.

“What they said,” Jeff, points, cleaning himself up and looking for his clothes in the mess they’ve all left behind.

“Good,” she rests her chin against Eddie’s shoulder with a sigh. “You guys staying here tonight?”

They all hum in agreement, “cool,” she gives them a weak thumbs up and wraps herself back around Eddie, “take me to bed, lover.”

“Yes, princess,” he smacks her asscheek lightly, standing up with her and then picking her up bridal style. “Lock the door and turn out the lights, fellas.”

He brings her back to his room and lays her down on his bed gently. Immediately he places his hands on her cheeks, “be honest, bedtime or my turn?”

She giggles as she sits up a bit, holding his face in her hands, too. “It’s time to show them who I really belong to.”

He growls as he leans in for a kiss, biting her bottom lip instead and holding it between his teeth until he pulls away, “do you really belong to me, though?”

She doesn’t know where he’s going with this, but she’s excited nonetheless. She just nods, getting lost in the darkness of his eyes.

“That little show in there proved otherwise… you reminded me of someone, actually. You’re no longer a princess, you’re a queen.”

“What kind of queen does the things I just did?” She wonders, still having no idea where he was going with this.

“Semiramis, The Whore of Babylon… ” he shrugs, slightly embarrassed whenever he goes full nerd in the bedroom. “Although, she is Nimrod's wife, so I guess that makes me,” he points at himself with a look of confusion, simply trying to make her laugh some more.

She knew this trick. The more she laughed, the more it proved she was truly ready, willing and up for another round, the last thing he wanted was for her to say yes and not truly mean it.

“My Nimrod,” she caresses his cheek, pushing his hair back and behind his ear, “I told you it’s an affectionate nickname.”

He smiles, shaking his head, “it’s a good thing I love you.”

“If you didn’t, I have 3 other suitors,” she teases him. “And they’re waiting for one last show.”

“Is that so,” he gets up, playful as ever, and makes his way towards the door. “I see how it is…”

“Where are you going?” She calls after him, but he doesn’t answer. “Don’t make me fuck Gareth again!”

“I’m coming!” He shouts but all she can hear is the sound of him rushing around, “Gareth, sit down!” “I am?” Followed by laughter. But he comes back, with pillows tucked under his arm, the condom box gripped between his teeth and her glass of water in the other hand.

He hands her the water, tosses the pillows on the bed, takes a condom from the box and slams his door shut. “I’m ready when you are,” he says as he rolls on the condom.

She takes one big gulp of water and sets the glass down on the night table. She sits back down on the mattress with a bounce, “ready.”

“Up,” he gets her onto her knees and then spins his finger, making her turn around. He gets on the bed behind her, chest flush against her back, he wraps one hand around her chest to steady her and uses the other to slip inside. She sits down on his cock with a gasp, this was her favourite position with him.

She could toss her head back against his shoulder, to the side, while he pressed kisses to her skin and whispered dirty things in her ear. He could feel up her breasts and rub her clit all while fucking her from behind. Dirty enough to make god frown, but good enough to contemplate going to hell for a lifetime of sex with him.

“You looked so hot out there,” his words are hot against her ear, his bottom lip trails along the lobe. “What a charitable queen letting the lowly townsmen fuck you…”

“Look at me now,” she breaths out, trying to stay composed but too fucked out to care at the same time. “I’m— fuck, I’m fucking the banished one now.”

“And why am I banished?” He grips her hair tighter, pulling her head to the side and making her look at him.

“Fuck,” she moans, grinding with his movements, she places her hand over his, trying to make him play with her clit more. “cause—oh sweet christ! Cause you fuck so good!”

“Thats right,” he pushes her down against the mattress, ass up, he slaps and grabs at her cheeks while fucking into her with more force. “Let them know how good.”

With each short, hard thrust, she gets louder and louder, shouting obscenities and nonsense, “louder baby, or you don’t get to cum.”

She always listens, putting on the best show for the rest of them, wondering in the back of her mind if they’ve taken it upon themselves to get off to the noise, or if they were too drained from earlier.

He uses her hair like a leash, gripping it around his fist and pulling her face from the mattress, “don’t be shy, we already know you’re a whore.”

With each thrust, she moans, whimpers and cries out for more. “Ooh myy goOd,” she starts to tremble as the tip of his cock knocks against her cervix, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. “Please?”

“What was that?” He slaps her ass, “I couldn’t hear you?”

“Please!! Make me cum!! I need you, please, master!” She pulls out all the tricks, pushes all his buttons and relishes in the reward of pleasure.

He pulls out, flips her over and slams right back into her, watching her beautiful, bruise ridden tits bounce with the motions, “let go, princess,” he gives her the go-ahead, rubbing her clit for assurance, and she tightened around him as a result.

“That’s it,” he gets more erratic near the end, “fuck, yeah, take it!”

She screams while she cums and he fucks her right through it. Gripping the sheets, eyes screwed closed, she almost blacks out from how powerful the release was.

Now tighter than ever, Eddie thrusts into her only a little bit longer before he’s a goner too. He drops down against her, kissing her neck gently while he ruts into her, moaning with each snap of his hips. She wraps her arms and legs around him, holding him so impossibly close to her body, that she never wanted to let him go now.

She runs her fingers through his hair and kisses the top of his head, still riding out their highs together. “I love you so fucking much, baby,” he reminds her.

“My love for you only got stronger today,” she assured him. “It was so hot having you show me off… I like when people know I’m yours.”

He hums, kissing her neck again before propping himself up on his elbow. She brushes his hair behind his ear so he can see her better, smiling at each other with so, so much love and affection in their eyes. “Forever.”

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kirbyskisses · 1 year

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happy new year! i have had serious burnout for 50+ days because 2022 was a horrible time for me mentally (esp those last two months.)

anyway, thanks for 1k!!! here’s the birthday girl maki zenin fucking you for well over 1.5k words! (+ soft aftercare) 🎊

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI.

cw: lesbian tings, strap-ons, overstimulation, size kink, squirting, begging, maki is called “mommy” and “mistress”, crying, praise kink.

“maki, ‘t won’t fit—”

god - you sound so utterly broken, tears pricking the corner of you eyes as you watches the head of maki’s strap nudge your pussy’s entrance. it’s the thick kind - a bit bigger than the ones you’ve taken before.

her pretty lips are curved up into a delightful and utterly sadistic smile, dark green hair stuck to her face - you’d think her an angel if she wasn’t being so utterly sinful.

her scarred muscles lock you down under her - voice lilting into soft compliments that you can barely understand. your brain is effectively mush.

“t-too big ‘ki!”

“doing so good for me, baby. you can take it, can’t you? can you be a good girl for your mistress? don’t i always know what my baby can take, hm?” she’s smiling and watches you with half-lidded eyes; predator-like.

“yes, b’t…” you whimper out a cry.

“sshhh. don’t use that pretty brain to think. just let me in.”

lust and need burning into her every vein - she watches the rubbery cock slide between your core’s chubby lips, lines of slick rolling up and down as she grinds it over your clit.

fuck - a growl barely holds itself back from her throat as she takes it in - the sweetest, prettiest cunt - a tight hole made just for her to use and stretch.

you’re so good and pliant - simultaneously begging maki to let out all of her bottled rage and pain into you but m e w l i n g at the overstimulation of when she actually does - lips babbling and begging her not to out of instinct because it’s too good, and she’s so strong.

maki’d never actually do anything bad to you - she’s not her family - she’d stop the second you really wanted - the second your special word passed your lip. she knows it. you both know it.

but god does she love this little game of pretend.

“c’mon…” the swollen tip of the strapped toy edges ever so slightly onto your entrance and it’s enough to make a pathetic noise ascend through your throat.

“you can do it for me, princess… we can make it fit. just open up for me.”

you’re squirming and shivering; clit swollen and fingertips digging into her shoulders and back with utter desperation because you -

“can’t! maki - i can’t - ‘t buuurrnss.” it’s a disgustingly desperate sob as the head of the cock slips into your plump, sobbing lower lips. it really does burn - a stretch that is tightening knots in your stomach.

“oh baby, are you crying? and your little pussy is too..”

“n-no!” you lie, squelching pussy drooling.

“yes it is, angel. listen to how wet that it is for your mistress and you haven’t even taken the first inch…” her steady, loving voice teases and your face is flushed with an equally burning sense of embarrassment, unable to do anything but feel the aching stretch of the artificial cock as it burrows just another inch deeper.

and another. and another. and another - holy hell you’re so wet you barely feel it anymore - inching into you, little by little pushing past your glistening folds until the fat head of maki’s cock nudges against the deepest, most sensitive spot in your walls.

by the time a third of the big toy has bullied its way into you, maki’s slender hands have gone from fondling your breast to massaging your hips, gentle kisses on your face and neck as her green bangs fall forward and tickle your skin.

you look absolutely ruined and she can’t get enough of it.

“maki~”

“kiss mommy’s lips so she can sink into you nice and deep, baby.” she whispers, tone sweet and calm as if she’s not splitting you open with so much pressure against your chubby little cunt you feel she might rip you in two.

her lips slot against yours - her svelte hips lowering halfway into you as she swallows your broken moans. she takes sadistic delight in how you just can’t. stop. fucking. whining. the second her mouth pulls away.

“m-maki, wait—” “‘s so deep, maki —too gooood,” “c-can’t mistress, jus’ can’t—” “m-maki, maki—oh,”

“no- mistress, can’t- mistress!“ your marked throat chokes on a moan, trying to grab onto your pretty domme’s biceps in a wordless plea to slow down because you can’t handle it.

maki forces the rest into you like an animal, fucking down into your sopping pussy as those wet gasps and pretty sobs ring in her ears.

finally feeling full seems to flip a switch inside you, aided and abetted by your girlfriend’s sweet praises.

“you can take it. you did it, see! you did so good taking it all for me. such a good girl. doesn’t it feel so good, sweetheart? being stretched just how you like, hmm?”

she says, soothing her hands over your stomach to reassure you that she’s still there - hazel eyes mesmerized by the subtle bulge of the outline of the cock.

“you have the most perfect stretched little pussy, angel.” thin fingers press on the little bulge and you erupt.

“momMY!” you WAIL, torn between the throbbing pain in your tummy and the pleasure that wracks your body. you want to convulse and jolt but you can’t.

“i g’tta move, mommy!”

cursed with such enhanced strength maki’s taken to fully pinning you down - body unmoving - buried completely inside your cunt. you make a noise of utter shame as the thick head kisses your g-spot, wet juices pouring around it with an audible squelch.

this always happens and maki can’t help but let out a light giggle.

even during prep you’re so overwhelmed - squirming away until whatever cock or toy or pair of fingers she has inside you pops free from your spongy walls and you're left spasming and clenching around nothing.

“you’re so cute, baby.” she punctuates the affirmation with a kiss too your pouting lips. “but mommy’s not going to let you escape this time - not after all that effort getting it inside - you know better than that.~”

legs far too restricted to kick her away and hands attached to her shoulder like claws, you just have to feel.

and you feel like you’re floating.

she rolls her hips slowly, listening to the filthy ‘shlick, shlick, shlick’ that your poor pussy makes whenever she slides in and out and the desperate shuffle of strap fabric against the skin of your hipbones. your inner thighs are trembling, skin glossy with wetness and clit standing out between his lips, flushed and neglected.

the dam inside you feels like it’s going to burst with every passing second - maki’s pace may be slow and full of praise but it is brutal inside your pussy pressing and pressing and pressing - god why can’t she stop!

“fuuuck!” “mommy, wait- m’gonna pe e-“ “please , mommy, mistresssss” “haah maki - maki lemme move!!” “don’ wanna stop but jus’- aahn!” “w-want a second - just a second or i’ll - mistress please! don’wanna pee myself!”

your folds deliciously flutter as maki watches herself slide in and out of your hole.

“just let it happen, my angel.” her thumbs goes over your poor, twitching clit and you cry out at the drag of the thick cock in combination with the stimulation of the naked bud. wetness spurts and sprays across her chiseled abdomen but your fucked-out mind doesn’t notice the mess you’ve made between your thighs until maki pulls out and something wet splashes against your stomach.

and it happens again and again and again.

you sob and sob, still shaking while she stands and undoes straps that tied her to the rubber extension. she sits by you, golden eyes filled with softness and adoration as she rubs your face and massages your thighs.

all signs of the mistress who was greedy for your overstimulation are completely gone. what remains is your girlfriend - ever concerned and constantly proud.

“hey. hey, look at me.” she gives a smile. “you did so good for me, babe. did i go too far? was it really too much?”

you mumble, shaking your head as you squeeze whatever clean parts of the bed you can find. she chuckles - god, it’s nice to hear her laugh at something that isn’t painful or dominant.

“can’t quite hear you with your face in the pillow like that, sweetheart.” her fingers lead your chin so you meet her gaze. there are still the remnants of fat tears down your cheeks.

“wasn’t too much… i made a big mess.” your face heats up in partial embarrassment (and also because she’s mind-boggling pretty, even scratched and sweaty).

“ i can get more bed sheets. can’t get another you, babe. you just relax.” maki smiles and pulls you into her embrace.

“it was great, baby. it’s a good mess. i’m so proud you squirted for me. you took it all so well - didn’t even need to say our word.”

“yeah?” you poke your head up more, heart fluttering because the greatest woman alive is proud of you.

“yeah. you don’t even have to speak. let’s just get you cleaned up.”

“can’t feel m’legs.”

“i know.” she lets out a light laugh and just as soon as the sound leaves her lips, you’re cradled into her arms like a bride, head hidden in her breasts. you mumble again, more audibly this time.

“did i help you feel better?”

she pauses and your name stutters out of her lips - fuck, you’re so considerate. taking all of that just so she could feel a bit of stress relief from a usually cruel, uncaring world. with practically no effort, she readjusts you so her eyes meet your teary ones.

“oh, princess. i feel better than ever. you were so amazing. next time you can use me for stress relief instead, okay?”

that stirs you into instantly heating up again as she walks both of your beautiful, naked bodies to the shower.

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khuzena · 7 months

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12:59

| Michael Kaiser x g/n!reader

summary: everyone in life comes and goes, but sometimes he wishes you stayed; but it's too big of a request to ask.

Warning: toxic rs,no happy ending, cry bitches. Angst, Angst, Angst. (Cheating again because this man is the reddest, crimson flag ever)

A/n: was writing this in school, no activities for the entire day so i was writing this. (This is so cringe oh my god i swear I'll write fluff next time what character do you guys want as long as it aint barou because idk how to write him..)

It sometimes gets too hard to breathe at night.

There are times where he'd find solace in your embrace, you've made home in his heart and you know.

The cupid to your psyche, the romeo to his juliet. So tempting yet so dangerous.

Trust, such a simple thing yet so hard to keep and attain. Something he's won from you years ago yet he lost instantly.

A prodigy as he, the loyal man he used to be.

Rainy days like these you'd find yourself in his well-sculpted arms, inhaling his scent and his kisses marking you his.

Two weeks before the fallout, he's been a distant man, eyes filled with disdain for you and you don't know why. Just a month ago there were flowers on your doorstep, a genuine compliment through text and light kisses pressed on your forehead here and there.

Though recently, he's been looking at you with such hate in his eyes, like you ruined his life— like you're the reason you brought pain and suffering in his world. Why?

There you were, sitting at the marble kitchen island and eating some fresh fruits while watching a boring show on your phone.

Kaiser walked past you as he grabbed an energy drink from the fridge, not even sparing you a single glance.

"Hey, love." You said smiling, nervously fidgeting your fingers under the table.

Kaiser rolled his eyes before looking at you with such disgust. Was your hair really that unkempt? Did your acne come back again? Was he no longer attracted to you? Or was it because he's found someone else. You don't know but these questions spiral in your brain, wondering, asking where you went wrong.

"Hey." He replied, the irritation in his voice was too obvious.

"Can we talk?"

If anyone could see you right now they would compare you to a homeless man asking for scraps or spare change. But at least a hobo has more dignity than you.

Like a broke man begging for money and food to survive, you're pleading, throwing away all your dignity— if you even had any left; begging for a tiny speck of his attention. Some answer, some closure for why he's been treating you like this.

"I don't have time for that and you know it, I have a game again next week in france. Let's talk next time when I have the time"

Confusion and anger boiling in you at this point, what do you mean he has no time for a simple conversation? When he has all the time in the world to do stupid shit without you when he's actually free.

"What the fuck? You barely have any fucking time for me."

He stared down at you with a blanm expression, it was irritating how he wasn't even taking you seriously.

He didn't say a word before walking away to the comfort of his room.

A week later he came home.

It was 12:59 am.

A knock on your door disturbed the peace in the living room, you made your way to the main door. Sighing with relief that it was him, that he got home safely from whatever team party he attended.

"'M sorry…"

Your eyes widened, the moment you opened the door he lunged himself at you; his grip as he hugged you not loosening.

"What happened to you, micha?..."

The smell of alcohol getting on you, the red lipstick stains on his blouse and how pathetically dishevelled that man was.

The sight took your ability to speak away for a moment. You've never expected this, he told you earlier that he'd just be drinking with his team but to go as far as this?

"Don't touch me."

Kaiser tightened his grip, the shame on his face says it all. He's never cried this hard before as his tears soaked your shirt, "Liebling.."

"I said go away." Venom dripped from your voice, causing him to flinch in his very drunk state.

A loud thud can be heard throughout the house as he fell on his knees, like the shameless bastard he is, he cried, "I still love you", "I won't do it again I promise", "You're everything, please, schatz"

The next day, he was lying on the couch. His bags being too dark one could mistake him for a panda.

Even though his stomach is growling loudly, vomit bubbling in his throat or face dried with tears he couldn't help but just wail.

Hands trembling as he looked to the alarm clock to his left, 12:59 pm. Kaiser's legs wobbled as he checked every room, looking for a sign you were there but no.

"Liebling! Please, please. Where are you?"

His voice echoed in the walls of his apartment but there was no one who answered back.

Kaiser's lost you and it's all his fault yet he wailed pathetically on the floor, holding on to the railings of his stairs like someone took you away from him.

As time passed by, he's lost count of the days he's skipped training. His hunger being his least concern even though he barely eats nowadays as he spends most of his time staring at the ceiling.

Wishing for a miracle, wishing that god hears his prayer for one last time.

In this time of deep depression his spotify playlist has become his friend, his pillow being the tissue for his tears and the sheets crumpled from his thrashing around the bed.

kaiser: please come abck

kaiser: back***

kaiser: please

kaiser: i love you

kaiser: liebling

kaiser: liebling lets talk

kaiser: please.

*seen*

It's hopeless.

No matter how many times he blew up your phone with calls and texts you never answered. Though you never even blocked him too.

It was that time again, he called you again. Screen stained with tears as his eyes sparkled with hope when you finally picked up.

"Liebling, im sorry, im sorry."

The call was still on but he could only hear your heavy breathing, his breath hitched as he shakily held his phone to his ear.

"I know my sorrys won't change anything, but I still love you."

"I can't live without you"

"You're my everything."

"Please."

Please.

Still not a single word from you, he plopped down on his bed as he stared into nothing again in his empty room.

"Michael, stop."

He clutched his phone to his chest as he sobbed quietly, making sure you didn't hear him.

"Yeah, sorry."

"Stop apologising, Michael," you let out a sigh, "let's break up"

"Yeah, sure. Good night"

The call ended right then and there.

Kaiser kept replaying your voicemails over and over again. His nerves calmed down for a bit until the reality set in, he'd never hear your voice again.

There will no longer be any you standing outside the door with your arms wide open to congratulate him on his win or a lover he'd call his. The person he vowed to love and protect forever, gone.

And it's all his fault.

For one last time, he checked his phone as he saw a notification on his lock screen. The bright light almost blinded him.

love: i know you're still awake

love: go to sleep

*sent 12:59 am*

He sighed, putting away his phone and staring at the clock.

"Yeah, maybe it is getting late"

Note: we js had a halloween party 2 days ago, cosplayed as krul, had so much fun. °^°>🍦. I'll stop writing for kaiser i swear im js obsessed w him :((( (this fic not proofread m sorryyy)

#blue lock fanfic #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #bllk angst #blue lock ansgt #blue lock fluff #kaiser x reader #michael kaiser #michael kaiser x reader #kaiser fluff #kaiser angst

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outtoshatter · 6 months

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Inspired by @christinesficrecs, I'm going to do a few author spotlights! No one can stop me. I am going to shower love upon my pals and boost other writers in this fandom.

Up first we have @halevetica! She has so many options for readers!

Multi-Chapter Fics:

Leave Me in Ruins | 66K+ | 48 chapters tags: friends with benefits, slow burn, miscommunication

Summary: Derek finds himself in a difficult spot when he mistakenly sleeps with Stiles. The two agree to forget it but Derek can't. Before long, its becoming a regular thing, now Derek has to deal with the issue of falling even more for Stiles or losing him all together.

Stiles never dreamed of waking up next to Derek, but it's now a regular thing. However, he has to keep his emotions in check so Derek doesn't realize how he truly feels all while keeping their 'relationship' a secret from the pack and fighting the new big bad in town.

Like it or Not | 80k+ | 56 chapters tags: fake dating, enemies to lovers, mutual pining!

Summary: Stiles works as the editorial assistant at Vogue. He loves everything about his job except for his boss, Derek Hale. Derek Hale is the worst and Stiles hates him. But when Derek drags him to the yearly awards dinner within the company, he is forced to play boyfriend for the night to make Derek's ex jealous. Things couldn't get much worse…or so Stiles thought.

Same Old Song and Dance | Rated: E | 125k | 91 chapters tags: Alpha Derek, hunter Stiles, enemies-to-friends-to-lovers

Summary: Raised in the hunter life after his father was killed, Stiles hates werewolves. So when he lands a contract to kill the alpha of the pack that killed his father, he's elated. Until he runs into complications. The alpha is smart and strong and playing a game Stiles can't figure out. When secrets are revealed and new enemies made, Stiles must decide for himself what side he's on and who he can trust.

One shots:

Cute Together | 4k Summary: When Stiles gets stuck on a ski lift he meets Derek, who is scared of heights. He helps keep Derek calm until they can get rescued which leads to Derek teaching Stiles to ice skate. Along the way he helps Derek's two friends get together.

Promise | 3k Summary: Derek is stuck in the airport after his flight gets cancelled on Christmas eve when he meets Stiles Stilinski. Stiles is a friendly stranger that convinces Derek to have a little fun while stuck in the airport. His night with Stiles has more of an effect that Derek thought it would.

Feels Like Home | 4k Summary: Derek has spent years trying to quell the storm in his chest. The one that makes him feel lonely, like he doesn't belong. When searching for that feeling of home in New York where, he lived with Laura, he runs into Stiles Stilinski, who insists on Derek staying with him while in town. Derek shouldn't be shocked to find that Stiles feels like home.

Things to look forward to (aka works in progress!)

Shatter my Reality | 32k so far | 23 chapters to feast on! tags: mutual pining, jealous Stiles, ~magic~ Stiles, Stilinski twins! Summary: Months after the nogitsune, Stiles starts to see his own face around town. He dismisses it as PTSD. That is, until Lydia starts having a feeling that Stiles is going to die. As the pack scramble to find out what is going on, Stiles is forced to face a ghost from a past he didn't know he had and a future that seems to threaten his place in the pack.

Tangled Crowns | 23k so far~ | 14 terrific chapters to enjoy! tags: royal au, prince Stiles, prince Derek, magic Stiles! Summary: Flattery. Derek's life is full of it. Fake smiles, fake compliments, fake people. It's exhausting.

Desperate for a night away from the high expectations and rigid life of royalty, Derek escapes to a small tavern where he meets a sweet, attractive, genuine man who only gives him the name "Mischief". He has Derek swooning by the end of the night, and Derek doesn't swoon. Their night together, the first and only real connection Derek has had in years, if not his whole life, ends too soon, and he must return to his responsibilities.

Stiles isn't ready to give up on the mysterious, handsome "Samuel" that he met in the tavern, convinced they have a connection. He finds himself risking family secrets and even the peace of his own kingdom just to keep that connection even when it seems impossible. As circumstances force them together despite betrayal and aching hearts on both sides, Derek must fight both his heart and Stiles while Stiles struggles to prove to Derek that everything between them is real.

Go check out Halevetica's AO3 page and enjoy! Don't forget to mind the tags, leave a kudos, maybe even drop a comment!

#sterek #author spotlight #sterek fandom #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #derek hale #halevetica

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nephilimbrute · 3 months

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ur agents in particular FASCINATE me so so much i love your interpretations of them. could u tell us more about them and their stories? particularly 8, theyre so interesting!!! why do they hate marina? what happened between them and 3? what’s their relationship like with 4? anything you wanna say abt them, i’d love the infodump

omgosh....😇

a few days ago i wrote a thing that like. detailed stuff about major events with 8. i'll paste them here

agent 8 during the entire course of Octo Expansion was extremely shaken up. they couldn't think straight at all, leaving them vulnerable. sanitized cap3 wasn't much different too, she still had some control over herself and she never wanted to fight 8, making the battle between them long and confusing. eventually 8 gave up and walked up to her, ripping the sanitized goop right off her head (which, to cap3, felt like shoving a screwdriver into her eye)

during the inner agent 3 fight, was unconscious, so this was more like a a made-up battle. this 3 (dubbed enigma3) was formed out of cap3's repressed traits of herself and how 8 sees her, rather than being the 3 that 8 saw fight octavio. she's quiet, cold, confusing, and only wants to play mind games with 8. she never really left 8's conscience, but only appears when agent 8 is deathly worried about cap3

after the events of Octo Expansion, 8 absolutely adored marina. they were still a little shy though, so when marina wanted to talk to them they would kind of freak out. marina didn't mind though, and they were able to get to know each other somewhat, with 8 adapting some of marina's traits and behaviors. 8 had nowhere else to go other than sleeping behind crusty sean's food truck and park benches, so pearl let them stay with him and marina for 2 months. after those two months, pearl got in touch with agent 4 via marie (making him fawn all over meeting off the hook) and asked 4 if he could let 8 stay over (since pearl felt like they were watching him in his sleep) and fortunately, 4 said yes

after 8's mind finally clears up they start to question what's wrong with them and feel the weight of overthinking, which sends them spiraling down for the years to come (presumably the effects of tartar messing with their brain). 8 relentlessly questions cap3, rarely leaving her alone, and in turn it affects their relationship with cap3 in a negative way. when asked why they're so curious, 8 goes silent and refuses to answer

(small bit about cap3) cap3 feels like she's at fault for how 8 turned out since they started breaking after OE. she tries to make it up for them but she thinks she's only ruining them. her expectations for herself are set higher and higher, yet nothing she does is good enough. she won't give herself a break, beating herself up over every little detail and being highly critical to the point where she's stuck in a loop of self-destruction and loathing

8 slowly loses their trust in things and those they love, becoming scared and paranoid. it wasn't until side order that this was more prevalent.

in side order (AU), 8 has lost most of their memories, and the moments with the other agents and idols still remain but just barely. 8 is afraid of marina and has a deep dislike for her, but this was due to them not thinking for themself, instead listening to their gut. their brain fog is back more than ever, and whenever they try to walk for prolonged amounts of time they end up stumbling to their knees.

they can no longer tell the difference between reality and fiction. it's all a blur to them. they can feel marina's eyes everywhere. they can barely remember if who or what meant something, anything, to them. though having a deep dislike for marina, they want to be held by her. to be loved like a child. they never ask her of anything, instead just letting it burn into their brain until it breaks them completely. they want attention but they fear they'll be seen as needy and annoying. they want to apologize for everything and be forgiven. 8 doesn't know who is who, they've been copied so much they're just deemed a blank slate to be imprinted on. they watch everything disappear from their hands, unable to do anything about it. from being excited about what's to come in the near future, to being scared about losing the present and wanting to go back to the past

and then here's another little bit about 8 in side order: represents a crumbling mental state, begging for reassurance, desperately trying to hold on to fleeting memories. their trust is lost in everything but they want it all to return to normal, struggling to accept the fact that it never will

then about marina: represents a mother figure somewhat, but even she still fails to live up to that role fully. she distances herself from 8 who is always going after her just to be comforted, yet she denies it for them. she has the same goals as 8, clinging on to the present and never embracing change, but doing so only harms her and others and this behavior continues on and on

+ marina doesn't want to interact with 8 because she sees her younger self in them, she refuses to go back to that era of her life and 8 keeps promising her they'll be what she wanted to be. anything for them to be accepted, to be held in loving arms again. the lack of communication between them makes their relationship even more strained. but clearly marina still cares about 8, they were the only one to be let out of her mind control. she wanted to check on them and make sure they're okay, but what she got in return was someone that hated her

^^ their relationship is basically like this. constantly wanting to communicate with the other but being pushed away, they never fill each other's voids

onto agent 4 and 8... they have a relatively healthy relationship. 4 is 8 (and cap3)'s shoulder to cry on, he always tries his best to help them with whatever. since him and 8 both like off the hook, they'd talk about them non stop. 8 likes to give 4 details about how oth are off-stage since 8 frequently hangs out with them and stuff

4 appears as parallel canon in side order, but instead of other copies of himself, the other robots resemble agent 8 and cap3. they all circle 8 and mock them for forgetting everything about themself and their significant others, much like inner agent 3

nd i don't think i got anything else to say about those 3......that's all^_^ i'm soooo normal i'm normal

#I'M NOT NORMAL #splatoon #agent 8 #captain 3 #spingly (4)#agent 24 #agent 32 #agent 96 #splatagents #side order #side order au #inbox q

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harlowcomehome · 10 months

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Your best guy friend:

⚠️: Mentions of being intoxicated.

Steven had been your best friend since high school, his older sister was your best friend, and after she passed away the two of you got closer. There were never any romantic feelings involved, at least on your end. You viewed him as family and assumed that the feeling was mutual.

When Jack came into your life, Steven immediately had an issue with him. You didn’t understand what was bothering him so much, Jack had always been warm and inviting anytime they had an interaction. You just assumed that Steven was being picky, he had always been overprotective, and over the top with your exes in the past.

When your birthday came along, you decided to do a pool party with your closest, family and friends and Jack was invited, it was the first time he was meeting everybody and because it was so private and being done in your parent's backyard you figured it wouldn’t be a big deal.

Steven, however, invited a couple of people he knew without telling you. They, of course, were all over Jack, and you didn’t want to come off as the jealous girlfriend.

Jack recognized Steven's game almost immediately, he played the part well, but Jack saw right through him. It was pretty evident to everybody but you that Steven saw you as more than just a platonic friend.

“Seems like Jack has been occupied all night” Steven motioned towards where Jack was standing. He was talking to the two guests that Steven brought with him.

“They are your friends, why don’t you entertain them?” You replied defensively.

“You know them! They wanted to come to spend time with you!” He lied and you were frustrated knowing you had only met these specific friends of his twice.

Neelam could feel your irritation, she was by your side almost all night. She began digging into her bag and pulled out two NDA forms. “I got this” she whispered to you as she walked over to the group. Jack slid out of the conversation as the girls eagerly nodded and got to signing the documents.

“You were over there a while!” Steven smirked as he babied his drink.

“Yeah! They were telling me all about the time you got drunk and showed up at your ex’s house playing Ed Sheeran on full blast from your iPhone?” Jack chuckled.

You knew they hadn’t told him that story, but you did about a week ago and you tried to stifle a giggle.

Steven was shocked, his eyes grew wide and his face was noticeably angry.

“After I heard that, I thought it was best they sign that NDA” Jack winked before placing his hand on your lower back and excusing the both of you.

“Why did you do that?” You sighed.

“I saw you trying not to laugh, don’t lie” he smirked.

“He’s going to know I told you that story and not them.”

Jack could feel his irritation grow by that question alone. “So what? Fuck him! I had to get him to leave you alone for a millisecond so I can spend time with you on your birthday. He did that entire thing on purpose.”

“What’s the issue between you two?” You eyed Jack up and down knowing he’d be open with you.

“You really can’t tell, can you?” Jack scoffed and shook his head. The vein in his neck was prominent, his eyes becoming drowsy, his eyebrows furrowed and his nostrils flared. He was trying his best to keep his composure but Steven got under his skin.

“What babe?” You closed the gap between you two, rubbing circles on Jack's arm. You knew how to calm him down.

“Sweetheart, I don’t want to ruin your birthday. Can we talk about this later?” His jaw was clenched, eyes shut.

“I want to talk about it now.”

Jack let out a deep breath. “Baby, Steven doesn’t like you as just a friend.”

“I told you, after his sister passed away I was all he had.” You grew immediately defensive.

Jack started to list examples of all the times Steven had interfered in the last few months and he definitely had a point.

“Oh… oh shit” was all you managed to mutter. You started to think of all of your previous relationships and realized Steven was likely always the issue.

“I can’t be the first guy to have told you this, right?” Jack tried to regain your attention, realizing you were all in your head now.

“I mean, you’re the first guy who’s straight up said it. In the past, I’ve been told Steven stands in my way but I guess I didn’t want to see it” You turned to where Steven was standing giving him a soft smile.

“I’m a guy so I know other guys” Jack shrugged. “That man is in love with you.”

You continued to watch Steven as he spoke with your mutual friends wondering how many of them saw it too.

“Are you?” Jack nervously asked, pulling your attention back to him.

You could’ve snapped your neck with how fast you turned to him. “Am I what?”

“In love with him too?”

“No! Why would you even ask that?” You dramatically gagged making Jack chuckle as he placed a small kiss on your forehead, wrapping his arms around you.

“Because I needed to know if the woman I love was in love with someone else” he smiled and you pulled back to look at his bright blue eyes.

“Excuse me? Did you just say you’re in love with me?” You couldn’t stop smiling, your cheekbones growing sore.

“I did” he smiled.

“I love you too! But I hope you still got me a gift because if this was the gift that’s pretty cheap of you…” you were only teasing but you knew it would make Jack's loud laugh come out.

He covered his mouth, embarrassed as his cheeks grew warm. “Baby!”

“You’re so cute. I love your laugh.” You leaned in kissing the tip of his nose.

Before the moment was over Steven walked over to you, “When are we starting to eat? Everyone’s getting tired” he was lying and Jack knew it.

“The food is set to start in five minutes” you replied as Steven walked away.

Jack silently gave you a look that said everything and nothing all at once and you knew you had to address the situation.

“I’ll talk to him another night, promise” You turned to Jack who only nodded not wanting to push it.

“Let’s eat?” Jack smiled and you agreed as you two walked hand in hand to the outside dinner table.

Steven watched as you two took a seat at the opposite end of the table from him, earning a wink from Jack.

Dinner went smoothly, Jack engaged in conversation with all your family and friends while Steven sat at the other end of the table giving him a look of disgust.

Jack enjoyed the game being played here, he knew that every time he touched you, every time he made you laugh that Steven was one second away from exploding due to all the liquid courage he had been downing all night and Jack couldn’t wait for you to see Steven for who he really is.

“I need to use the restroom, I’ll be right back” Jack whispered to you not wanting you to stop the conversation you were having with your parents.

When Steven saw Jack leave your side he immediately ran over to you. “We need to talk.”

You turned to your parents apologizing as Steven pulled you away.

“What’s wrong?”

“You need to break up with Jack.”

You laughed, Steven had never been so bold. “Break up with Jack?”

“I was talking to the girls and they said he was flirting with them and asked them if they are available to be in his next video or something” Steven was obviously lying and slurring his words.

“Steven, I think you should go home. Get some rest.” You pulled your phone out to call him an Uber. Just then Jack made his way back to you, grunting under his breath as he saw Steven.

“You’re a cheater! Y/N is leaving you!” Steven hiccuped, so sure of himself.

“Oh yeah?” Jack turned to you, smiling. “She knows I’d never cheat on her, you’re just grasping at nothing my man.”

“Steven, I’m going to order you a ride home.”

“I didn’t do anything wrong. This guy did! He should be leaving, not me!” He shoved Jack's shoulders, and when Jack didn’t budge at all Steven almost lost his balance.

“Be careful man, you don’t wanna fall into that pool. That would be embarrassing” Jack hummed enjoying the downfall of Steven.

“Can you both stop? Please?” You begged as you completed the request for a ride.

“That means you too curly fries!” Steven hiccuped and Jack placed his hand on the small of your back whispering to you that you two should leave Steven alone before it gets worse.

Steven watched as Jack was distracted, rushing him to the floor and causing a scene.

He attempted to punch Jack in the face but his reflexes were slow due to his drunken state. Jack flipped their positions, pinning Steven down as you watched in shock.

“Steven, what the fuck?”

The two friends he came with ran over and Jack quickly got off him and went over to you as you were shaken up. The entire party watched what just happened.

“I need you three to leave. The Uber is two minutes away, they’ll be out front” you sniffled as you walked away with Jack quickly behind you.

“I didn’t mean for any of that to happen. You know that right?” Jack confessed as he followed you inside your house.

“Do you love me or did you just want to win?”

“What? What the hell do you mean by that?” Jack's expression mirrored the one from earlier, he was frustrated by your question.

“Answer me.”

“Baby, of course! Of course, I love you. I promise it has nothing to do with Steven.” He held you as your started to cry.

“I can’t believe he tried to hit you” you sobbed into his chest.

“I can’t believe it didn’t happen sooner” Jack joked earning a cold look from you. “Too soon for jokes? Got it.”

#Jack Harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow fan fiction

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tentacledsnakelover · 3 months

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The Owl House Finale Rewrite

I love The Owl House. The story, the animation, the music, the characters. It is no surprise the show stands out as a favorite, including mine. But even being a fan cannot make me ignore the flaws of something, no matter how much I love it. I feel while the story was wrapped up well, the series from a writing standpoint was messy. A lot of my gripes with the last two specials involved not using time wisely, the Collector's character being retconned, and ignoring themes of the show. Here is how I would have rewritten the last two specials. I am by no means a professional writer. I have no idea what was going on behind the scenes and I want to give the benefit of the doubt to Dana and her team.

For The Future: The special opens immediately as Luz and her family/friends enter the demon realm. Everyone is on edge after the confrontation with Belos, and everyone with magic is drained, after having used their powers signifcantly in a realm with no ambient magic. Luz offers to bring everyone to the Owl House to recuperate. When they arrive, a wave of starry energy engulfs the house and surrounding area, bringing the puppetfied citizens of the isles with it. Willow and Luz attempt to save Willow's dad from the puppet Owl Beast, but then the Collector arrives with King, having come to play the Owl House game. King is relieved to see Luz, but horrified to see she is now in harm's way. The Collector is shocked too. King kept the Collector from trying to find Luz and her friends by claiming they would want to ruin their game and that the Hexsquad should be left alone. King manages to convince the Collector not to hurt Luz, and he takes her back to the Archives. He leaves the others by encasing the Owl House in a dome at the request of King.

The rest of the Hexsquad and Camila are then saved by a group of resistance members, consisting of Raine, Darius, Eber, the CATTS, and some Hexside kids. Raine explains after the Collector stopped the Day of Unity, Eda attempted to stop the Collector with harpy mode but turned into the Owl Beast. While the Collector dealt with beast Eda, King dropped Raine his collar, who figured out the symbol etched on it neutralized the Collector's magic. Raine has spent the past few months saving the puppetfied citizens, taking them from under the Collector's nose while they play. The Hexsquad's arrival proved the perfect distraction for Raine to save Lilith and Hooty, who the Collector was keeping an eye on due to being important characters for the game, and use the symbol to undo their puppetification.

Raine takes the group back to Hexside, which is hidden using the symbol. The group formulates a plan. Using Lilith's memory of Philip's teleportation glyph combo and her knowledge of the architecture of the Archives, the Hexsquad, CATTS, and Camila, teleport into the Archives, to find and teleport all the puppetfied citizens back to Hexside where they can be safe.

They manage to teleport all the puppetfied citizens to safety, but Odalia turns up. Having been reduced to the Collector's servant, she decides to capture the group in an effort to win the Collector's favor. The group is divided, with Willow, Gus, and Hunter in one group (Willow has her breakdown arc here with Hunter, as she blames herself for getting Luz caught and not being able to do anything). Amity and Camila manage to defeat Odalia and regroup with the kids and the CATTS.

Meanwhile, after having been captured, Luz was brought to the Archives. When they arrived, the Collector dropped Luz to the floor, the impact causing Luz to go unconscious until she is revived by the Collector (While unconscious, she appears in the In-Between Realm, where a mysterious figure tries to get her attention). King is mad at the Collector for hurting Luz, though they try to brush this off, claiming they fixed Luz, and thus it is okay. The Collector asks King to bring Luz to where Eda is being kept underguard by the puppetfied Titan Trappers. Eda is in fact, back in control of herself, and she and King embrace Luz. Eda explains she has seen that the Collector, despite his apathy towards people, is still just a kid, and she has been complying evidence to try and get him to see the error of his ways. However, the Collector arrives, having placed a bug on Luz. The Collector is furious that King lied to them about Eda being stuck in beast form and Luz leaving the demon realm on purpose. The Collector attempts to puppetify the girls but King intercepts the shot, though he remains unchanged.

The Collector now gets nervous, and after being prodded by King reveals Titans are immune to Collector magic, and that he didn't let King know that because he was afraid King wouldn't want to play with him otherwise unless he believe the Collector had control over him. The upset Collector reveals he is the last of his species, who after years of distrust and suspicion of the Titans, led to a war where the two species wiped each other to near extinction. The only surviving adult Titan, King's dad, angrily imprisoned the Collector using the tablets as a catalyst. The tablets were made by the Collector as a gift for the Titans. That way, he could always communicate with the baby Titans, who weren't afraid and distrustful of him like the adult Titans.

Luz, Eda, and King take the Collector on a tour of the isles, trying to get him to understand the importance of empathy and ethics, though the efforts end up striking a nerve with Luz, as the Collector points out Philip thought he was justified by doing what he did, and that Luz also thinks she is justified because she is a 'good guy' too, which worries Luz because she cannot handle the idea of being like Belos. (This references a cut storyboard in which the Collector questions why Luz would say other people but Belos are complex)

The trio are able to make the Collector open to the idea of being more empathetic, and he brings them back to the Archives, where they reunite with the Hexsquad and Camila. Camila and Luz have a heart to heart, which allows Stringbean to hatch. But then they notice the ground below the Archives is shaking, and the sky turns green, with the eye sockets of the Titan glowing blue. The gang realizes Belos is doing something with the Titan, and the special ends on a cliffhanger.

I will try and post my ideas for the rewrite of "Watching and Dreaming later"

#the owl house #toh #toh salt #toh critical #toh criticism #“For the future” was a waste of an episode“

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yantalia545 · 5 months

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Yandere Axis and Allies with a runaway bride attempt

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This was the most perfect day of his life.

Finally.

After all this time; These years even. He finally has you within his grasp.

Today will mark the day he finally got it all; Money, power, you. Nothing in the world could make this perfect day any better. Maybe if you actually reciprocated his feelings.

Everything was in perfect order. It's taking many months to plan this whole day down to the very last detail but it was worth it. All that was missing was your beautiful form to walk through those doors and waltz up to him every so slowly so he could take in every inch of this marvelous moment.

He won.

Germany:

Bold of you to assume that running away would have been an option.

Of course, he thought about you trying to pull some last-minute stunt and has planned accordingly.

He would have liked you to use logic over emotions and realize that at this point there would be nothing you could do to stop this wedding from taking place when you and your boss have already signed the papers. The ceremony is more for his own pleasantries. Germany's fought tooth and nail for this and he's not about to rush through his victory. He had dreamed of this moment for a long while and had read anything he could get his hands on to fully prepare for this moment and he’d be damned if you’d ruin this.

Germany isn’t stupid and had a suspicion that you would try to pull something like this and came fully prepared.

He thought the extended amount of guards would have kept you in place but apparently not. On the off chance that you have managed to get passed his most trusted men, he was prepared for that too. His men would be sent out at the first brush of finding out you got away and be quick to hunt you down. Hopefully, before the entire day was ruined.

Yeah, good luck trying to get away from this one. Best to try running away after the two of you get home from the honeymoon, but be warned, Germany has well prepared the house for you too.

Japan:

He should have known you would pull something like this. You did seem just a little too excited about having a wedding. Japan would have preferred a quiet wedding between just the two of you, but you were admin about a bigger and more public wedding that he went along with it. It was foolish of him to imagine that your decision was a sign of you finally giving into him.

Japan is a very collected man so no one can really understand how much he’s bubbling with rage after you to get him all worked up over a big wedding and just ditch him in front of everyone. He won’t say a thing to anyone when he hears the news that you’re gone, but the game is on.

He won’t involve anyone in his search for you. Japan wants to be the one to personally hunt you down and make you his. He wants to see the exact moment that your hope washes away when you realize you’ve been caught. When you realize that you belong to him and there’s nothing you can do to change it.

Italy:

The poor man is a mess. Not even a minute passes past the queue for you waltz down the isle and he��s already breaking down.

This doesn’t work in your favor one bit. Once the water works break through, everyone is quick to take Italy’s side on the matter. How could you leave such an innocent man standing at the alter like that?

Believe me, you’ve tried to get others to believe all the horrible things that Italy is capable of when no one’s looking, but no one ever seems to listen. How can anyone suspect that Italy is purposefully doing anything bad? Italy is so sweet and innocent that it must be you just misunderstanding things or just you making them up to try to make Italy look bad.

You thought that if no one would believe you then running away would just make things better but Italy is too sneaky for his own good.

Why else are the two of you getting married now? If you won’t stay willingly then he’ll just have to make sure that you can’t leave him.

Russia:

It’s been over fifteen minutes since the ceremony was supposed to start and you’re still not here. Russia was holding the benefit of the doubt that you were just as nervous over the most wonderful day of his life, just as he was. He knew he couldn’t seek you out himself since, according to traditions in weddings, it was considered bad luck for couples to see each other before the ceremony.

Even though the others countries were well aware of your situation and were forced to attend this horrific day by Russia, some couldn’t help but feel some sense of remorse from Russia as he arrogantly stood at the alter, waiting for a woman who would never arrive. Then there were some like America and Prussia mostly, who were fighting the urge to laugh at the poor man’s rejection.

His smile never left his face when the realization does hit him that you’ve gotten away somehow. All your loved ones are sitting amongst the crowd of people in front of him currently, right? All he has do is show you just the kind of man he is and what he’s willing do for you and you’ll come right back to him yourself.

You really didn’t think this one through, did you?

America:

He was a little pissed off that he put all of this time and money into making your wedding the most amazing and extravagant wedding anyone has ever seen, but at the same time, he couldn’t help but fall in love with you even more.

America is a very strong-headed man, so it only makes sense that he’d fall in love with someone who’s also like him. A strong-headed darling would only inspire him to do better. To him, this is just another game of tug-of-war between you two and he can’t help but feel exhilarated about it all. You really are perfect for him. You really do know how to keep him on his toes and constantly test his wits.

You running away only makes securing you all the more interesting and indefinite for America. Oh believe me, you will be his and he will put an end to this little game of yours, but your defiant nature just makes it more rewarding for him in the end. You just don’t know it yet!

England:

So, you thought you could pull a stunt on your perfect day together and run away without consequences? Or better question, did you think he was going to stop pursuing you just because you exposed him in front of everyone?

Bad move.

Its seems that you haven’t figured it out that what he was doing was considered just a tip of the iceberg of the things he’s willing to do in order to obtain you. England thought you would have noticed that he was trying to be civil about the whole matter but if you want to be a brute about it then he’s not going to hold back either.

England isn’t going to waste any time over the matter either. He’ll send his troops out to retrieve you the moment you set foot outside the church. When your caught, and believe me it won’t take long, he’ll have you watch as he burns your country to the ground; literally.

If you won’t come to him peacefully then he’ll show you all that he’s capable of. Maybe then you’ll learn to be more appreciative of his good grace if there’s nothing for you to build upon without him. The others would be wise to stay out of it too if they don’t wish to end up in a similar position as you.

China:

It's funny actually. Did you really think he was stupid enough to believe that you wouldn't try to leave today of all days? He's not young and stupid like the rest of the countries; He plans. And he plans well.

Without you even noticing, he had ordered one of the maids who were fixing up your dress to slip a tracker on you so even if you did manage to escape then he could track you down with ease.

To China, this was all a big cat and mouse game to him. Don't get me wrong here, he is very irritated that you refuse to love him, but if he has to show just how much more power he has over you, then he will get the most he can out of it.

It's all so pitiful to you. You thought you had finally managed to outrun that hellish nightmare, when seemingly out of nowhere, China pops in with a smug look on his face. Mocking you the whole way back to the church.

No matter where you go or how far you run, China will always find you just when you think you're safe.

#hetalia #yandere hetalia #yandere germany #yandere italy #yandere japan #yandere russia #yandere england #hetalia x reader #yandere #yandere america #yandere china

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reminiscingtonight · 2 years

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Hoodie

Leah Williamson x Reader

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[WOSO Masterlist]

You never thought you’d be one of those girls. Break ups happen all the time. People move on all the time. Not moving on, is something you have never found yourself doing.

You pride yourself in never getting caught up in the past. Dwelling on those who don’t want you isn’t something you’re keen on doing. You’re a big girl, you can handle rejection.

At least you could, until Leah Williamson came along and ruined all of your plans.

Signing for Arsenal has been one of the highlights in your career. A lifelong gooner, you jumped at the chance to play for the club. Leaving behind your friends and family was hard, but it ended up being worth it when you met who you thought was the love of your life.

The two of you kept it on the downlow for a while. Leah was still fresh out of her break up with Jordan and you were dealing with your own failed relationship. Neither of you were looking for anything serious, but months of spending time with each other both on and off the pitch developed into something real. She asked you to end things or start something real, and you chose the latter option.

Nearly a year and a half later, the two of you were as happy as could be. Or at least as happy as two people in a secret relationship could be. Neither of you outright told anyone you were dating, but it wasn’t like you were hiding it either. All of the girls on your club team knew about your relationship, but outside of that, everyone just thought you were two close friends, including your national teammates back at home.

You were fine keeping your relationship to yourselves, but you couldn’t deny it bothered you a little bit to not be able to tell your closest friends about your lover. You dropped multiple hints, even outright asked Leah if she thought it was time to go public, but the blonde always seemed to avoid answering your question with ease.

It all came to a head when you asked if she wanted to go visit your family and friends in the off season. You were set to leave for camp, the WSL season ending soon, but you wanted to check your holiday plans before you left.

When Leah offhandedly said she thought your time would be better spent chilling around London, staying around her family and training here, you snapped.

“Is it too much to ask if I could introduce you to my friends and family? I’ve met all of yours, Leah.”

She blinks, taken aback by your outburst.

“I can only fend off those ‘are you seeing anyone in London?’ questions for so long before my friends know I’m lying. I love you, Leah. And I want to tell people that.”

“I know you love me. And you know I love you too. Why can’t that be enough for us?”

“I don’t want to hide us anymore.”

“We’re not hiding.”

“We are if no one knows about us except for a couple girls on the team!”

“My family--”

“Yes! I know your family knows about us. But what about mine? Why can’t my family know about us?”

Leah follows you as you stalk to the bedroom.

“God, it’s almost as if you’re embarrassed to be seen with me,” you mutter, grabbing your bag off the bed.

When you look up, Leah’s stiffened, knuckles grown white. She looks like she wants to say something, but nothing comes out.

Your blood goes cold when she still doesn’t answer. “You are, aren’t you.”

“I-- I’m not!” she eventually stutters out. But it’s too late. Her silence has been telling enough.

You leave England fuming. The team can tell you’re in a foul mood, but since none of them know about Leah, they remain oblivious to the real reason you’re so angry.

Sophia tries asking if everything’s okay once. You nearly take her head off. It’s only the memory of her terrified face that has you muttering an apology to the striker a couple hours later.

Camp ends without much fanfare, you play your last game with Arsenal, and then you’re back in the states. You ignore all of Leah’s attempts to talk to you during the two weeks you spend in London before leaving again. You only stay long enough to pack up and send Leah a box of her things from your place before you’re back on a plane headed for LA.

Christen meets you at the airport and you sink into her hug with a loud sigh. It’s been far too long since you’ve been back home.

Finding the hoodie is a mistake. Christen’s helping you unpack when she finds the red pull-up with the number six stamped on the back. “I thought you were number--”

You snatch away the piece of clothing from Christen’s hands before she can finish. “Um, I must have accidentally grabbed Leah’s. She’s always leaving her things everywhere, even at other people’s places.”

You had grabbed whatever pieces of clothing you could find sitting around your living room as well as a couple pieces from the back of your closet back in London. You didn’t recall purposefully packing Leah’s clothes, but it wouldn’t be a surprise, given she had a habit of leaving her clothes all over your apartment.

You can tell Christen doesn’t fully believe your story, but she doesn’t push.

When she leaves, you have every intention to throw the jacket back into the furthest corner of your closet.

Instead, you find yourself wearing it to bed a couple hours later. The faint smell of Leah’s perfume still lingers on it, and you find it annoyingly comforting.

A month passes.

Leah must have taken your move back to the states in the offseason, as well as the deliverance of her things to her apartment, as confirmation of your break up. She doesn’t contact you once, choosing instead to leave you alone.

You’re not sure if her unwillingness to fight for the two of you hurts more than her unwillingness to meet your friends and family.

You split your time going to your friends’ games and keeping your soccer skills on point. You do everything you can to keep busy. Any time you’re alone, all you can think about is Leah’s stupid face and her stupid jacket that you’ve gotten into the habit of wearing whenever you’re back at Christen’s. The forward never says anything, only gives you pointed looks when she spots you wearing it. By now you’re past the point of caring. You have a feeling your best friend knows about you and Leah, but you’re thankful she doesn’t say a thing.

“Ever thought about coming back to the NWSL?”

The two of you are out for breakfast at a new pop up joint that Christen loves, when she drops the question. She gives you a look, but you shrug, focusing more on your breakfast than Christen’s question.

“Look, I know the break up with Sonny was--”

“This isn’t about her,” you interject, frowning at Christen. You haven’t thought about Sonnett in a romantic sense for a while now, so Christen’s line of questioning takes you off guard.

“You did hop the first plane out after your break up.”

“Emily and I have made up, we’re fine.” Things hadn’t worked out with the defender, but it was a mutual parting. Yes, you took the Arsenal contract in the midst of your separation from Sonnett, but the two of you agreed that you worked better as friends than lovers. Plus, after meeting Leah, your relationship with Emily became the last thing on your mind.

Christen hums as if she doesn’t believe you, but goes back to her initial question. “You did always say you wanted to play in LA.”

Although she was a couple years older than you, the two of you had grown up together. You always followed in Christen’s footsteps. You went to Stanford years after Christen had graduated. You joined the national team years after Christen had already broken through. Despite this, the two of you have never played on the same club team. You know your best friend has been dying to do so, and if you’re being honest, a part of you has been too.

“Christen,” you drawl out, fixing her with a look.

“Okay, fine, fine,” she chuckles. “I won’t push it. Just know that Angel City would love to have you on our front line.”

As much as you loved playing for Arsenal, you can’t deny you haven’t thought about coming back home to play. And now that you and Leah have broken up?

You sit on Christen’s words for the next couple weeks. Another camp rolls around, and by then you’re itching to get back on the field.

When you pack the red hoodie, you do so subconsciously. You spend the first 30 minutes after arriving in your room staring at the piece of clothing. It isn’t until Ashley opens the door, excitedly yelling your name, that you shut your luggage.

Later, after all the festive fun of seeing all your friends have worn off and the two of you are settled back in your room for the night, Sanchez falls asleep in seconds. You’re jealous, left glaring at your friend’s sleeping form.

You do everything you can. You count sheep. You run through plays. You do your damndest to fall asleep but nothing works. Swallowing your scream, you sit up with a huff. Careful not to wake up your roommate, you stalk to your suitcase.

Promising yourself this would be the last time, you shrug on Leah’s hoodie. By now her perfume has long disappeared, but it’s the comfort it brings you that somehow has you falling asleep in minutes.

---

The night before the game, Ashley posts a picture of the other girls crashing your hotel room. In it, you’re buried under a mess of bodies, but the red hoodie hanging off your frame is visible. The girls give you a ribbing when they notice you wearing it, but you’re all quick to forget about it.

You’re half listening to a story Emily’s telling the room when you hear the notification of your phone go off.

You frown when you spot the name on your screen.

Leah Williamson

After all this time, you’ve long stopped expecting Leah to contact you. The absence of contact stings, but you get used to it soon enough. After all, you couldn’t do anything else but move on.

As covertly as you can, you open your text thread with the English defender.

[That’s my hoodie]

It’s quickly followed by a:

[I’ve been looking for it]

You grit your teeth, anger quickly mounting. Out of all the things she could’ve sent you, Leah really wanted to discuss your wardrobe?

Smashing your keyboard with more force than necessary, you type out: [Come get it then]

You see the gray ‘read’ instantly, but you don’t get a response.

Scoffing under your breath, you throw your phone down next to you. Lindsey doesn’t miss the action.

“Uh, everything okay?”

She watches as you shrug your way out of the sweatshirt.

“Doing great,” you grit out, tossing the hoodie back towards your suitcase.

You tell yourself you won’t touch the sweatshirt ever again.

Your resolve lasts less than 24 hours.

You’re wearing the familiar piece of clothing the second you’ve finished showering after the game.

Fueled by your anger, you score a hatrick during the friendly. Every time the ball hits the back of the net, you’re stuck between wishing Leah was in the stands and picturing her face inside the net.

Regardless, you bask in your teammates’ praises. The heavy pats on the back and screaming of the crowd follows you all the way back into the locker room.

The second you’re in the shower though, you feel all the emotions hit you at once. The sadness. The pain. It’s always moments like these, when the adrenaline has worn off that you miss Leah the most. You’re not sure why you had stuffed her sweatshirt into your duffle, but you’re quick to pull it on when you walk out.

“Movie night at your place when we get back?”

You give Rose a non-committal hum, knowing that her and the rest of the girls would be over regardless of your answer.

The small midfielder starts off on a tangent about her English Bulldog and you nod where appropriate, feigning your interest with ease. It’s not that you don’t care about the conversation, you actually do miss Rose’s big pup, but it’s there, when the two of you are just exiting the building that a familiar flash of blonde hair catches your attention.

Your feet come to a stop, body spinning towards the parked cars before you can stop yourself.

Your first thought is Leah looks stunning. Dressed in a simple pair of sweats and a sweater that suspiciously looks like an old university one of yours, she looks as beautiful as the day you first got together. Her hair’s down in soft waves, and you have the sudden urge to run your fingers through her hair. Despite all that, you can’t ignore the fact that Leah looks like she hasn’t slept in days though. Your heart clenches at the thought, but you don’t dwell on it much, because your next thought is that Leah must have some nerve to show up here unannounced.

You’re crossing the parking lot in seconds, angrily spitting out, “wow, I didn’t realize the hoodie meant so much to you.”

Leah seems partially taken aback at the anger in your voice. She opens her mouth but you don’t give her the chance to say anything.

“The fact that you actually flew out to get it back? Ballsy, given you never shown me the same care in the year and a half we’ve been dating.” Yes, the two of you have been keeping your relationship under wraps, but it wouldn’t hurt to visit each other’s games every once in a while. You’ve been to plenty of England’s, but Leah has never been to one of yours, at least she hasn’t until today.

You’re well aware of the eyes you’ve attracted, but neither of you pay your teammates any heed.

Peeling off the hoodie, you hit Leah right in the chest with it. “Take it. I don’t want it anyways.”

The feel of the hoodie hitting her snaps Leah out of her daze. “I don’t want it back. I didn’t come here for it.”

You stare at her. She stares right back.

The longer you stare at your ex, the more certain you are that you’re going to scream. Or do something worse. If Leah doesn’t leave any time soon, England’s going to have to find a new captain, and Arsenal a defender.

“Then what the fuck are you doing here?” You’re well aware you’re stomping around like a petulant child, but Leah’s testing the last of your patience.

“I didn’t come for the sweatshirt,” Leah repeats. She takes a hesitant step towards you.

You can’t help but gape at her, stuck between wanting to throw yourself into her arms and getting on the team bus.

“Leah--”

“I came for you.”

She takes another step forward, close enough to place a hand on your arm.

Her touch sets your skin ablaze, but it’s enough for you to jerk yourself back. “I don’t know what game you’re playing, but it’s not funny. Leave me the hell alone.”

You spin around, but Leah’s hand shoots out again, this time lightly gripping your wrist.

“I’m not playing games, honest. I miss you.”

You try to yank your arm away, but Leah holds tight, tugging you back towards her. Stumbling backwards, you crash right into Leah’s chest. Leah wheezes out in surprise but stays upright, steadying both of your bodies.

“Sorry, I--”

“You can’t do this, Lee. It’s not fair and you know it. Let me go.”

“I love you. And I’m sorry I didn’t fight harder for us.”

Leah’s words hit you right in the chest, heart clenching painfully at her admission. Shutting your eyes, you let out a long breath of air. “It’s been almost two months. You’ve had two months to call me or say something or literally do anything but this. Why now?”

Leah nervously chews on the bottom of her lip. “Jord talked some sense into me.”

You narrow your eyes at her. “So you went to your ex and--”

“I was scared. I didn’t want to go public because I was terrified that I couldn’t handle it if we were to ever break up.”

“So you thought it would be better to hide our relationship like it was a dirty secret?”

Leah drops her eyes to the ground, nervously scuffing her feet on the ground. “I know I messed up, okay? I just loved you so much and was so scared that you’d find someone else and realize I wasn’t worth the effort.”

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. “Someone like who? Leah, you’re the only person I wanted.”

“Wanted?” For the first time tonight, Leah sounds meek, terrified of your answer.

You sigh heavily. There’s only one of two ways this will end. Either you break it off now and finally move on, or you risk it all again, giving your relationship another go. You’re not sure which one would be the better choice.

The longer you sit on your words, the more you can see Leah visibly deflate in front of you. You can feel her hand starting to loosen around your wrist, so you quickly shoot out:

“Want. The only person I want.”

“Still?” Leah looks surprised by your words.

“Are you really going to make me spell it out?” You’re glaring at her now, but Leah knows there’s no real heat behind your eyes.

“Keep the hoodie?” she implores, pushing the balled up sweatshirt towards you. “And my love as well?”

You eye the red hoodie, debating how much of your ego you’re willing to sacrifice tonight. Wearing your formerly ex-girlfriend’s hoodie every night for the past two months and then nearly duking it out with her in front of your teammates is already embarrassing enough. You’re not sure you can handle the amount of teasing sure to be heading your way if you pull on Leah’s hoodie again. In the end you settle with pushing it aside, wrapping your arms around Leah’s waist.

You sink into her arms, sighing at the feel of being pressed against Leah’s body again after all this time.

“You should keep it,” you mutter, pressing your face against the side of her neck. “It doesn’t smell like you anymore.”

Leah’s chuckles reverberate through her chest and straight into your heart. “I’ll give you another one.”

You’re not sure how long the two of you stand like that. It could’ve been seconds, minutes, or hours, but eventually Leah presses a kiss against your forehead. Her hands run soothingly up and down your back, as she nervously asks, “Can you introduce me to your friends?”

“I don’t think you have a choice anymore,” you chuckle, pressing a light kiss against the piece of skin right in front of your lips. Leah shivers under your touch and you have to hide your smile. “If they stare at us any harder, we might combust into flames right here.”

Leaning back, you quickly press a kiss against Leah’s lips. It’s so quick that she doesn’t have a chance to kiss you back, eyes widening in surprise. You slip your hand into hers, yanking the English defender towards your teammates.

“Who’s your friend?” Sonnett teases as the two of you approach, the smirk on her face not faltering at all.

“The woman responsible for giving me orgasms now,” you deadpan. The result is instantaneous. Leah stiffens next to you, Emily chokes on nothing, and the rest of your team dissolves into cackling laughter.

Your ex sputters about as she tries to come up with something to say, but she takes the quip with good humor. Christen shakes her head in amusement but you give your best friend a blinding smile.

The questions start coming from everyone everywhere but Leah takes it like a champ, never shying away from all of the questions. If anything, she stands taller with every question, arm tightening around your waist.

It’s there, body pressed against Leah’s that you know the two of you are going to be just fine. You just have to grab ahold of another one of Leah’s sweatshirts and the two of you will be just dandy.

#leah williamson x reader #uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #woso x reader #woso imagine #Ace writes

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vigilante shit (Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- no body, no crime part three

Oops okay honestly I just wanted to write some smut. You can read no body, no crime part 1 and 2 for context, but you also don’t have to have context

Warnings: holy hell is there some smut in this one 18+ ONLY sheesh, lots of p in v sex, oral (f receiving), grinding, teasing/edging, dirty talk, degradation adjacent?, some manhandling, reader is a brat again, office sex 🤪 i think that’s everything

WC: ~2.7k

no body, no crime || part two || Aaron Hotchner Masterlist

Ladies always rise above, ladies know what people want

As you expected, Aaron Hotchner came back. Again. And again. And again.

You have to wonder what his team thinks, with him taking off all the time to come see you. You’re nowhere near Quantico, not close enough to explain it away with other menial plans. Yet, he still comes around. All the time.

Aaron has stopped asking about Este’s ex-husband and where the body is. You know that he still suspects you, which is fine. He can suspect you all he wants. He has no proof, and he never will.

Besides, you’re on his side now. Kind of.

Randy wasn’t the only asshole in this town whose life you wanted to ruin -- and have fun doing it. There are plenty of abusive husbands to choose from, but making them all disappear on your own would be too suspicious. You need something less so, something good. Something humanitarian.

You don’t know what got into you. Probably the agent you share a bed with nearly every weekend.

He’s tried to get you to travel to Quantico, but you haven’t yet. Maybe soon.

For now, though, he comes to you. Without hesitation.

Every Friday night is the same. He appears on your doorstep, duffle bag in hand, necktie already loosened.

You drag him in by his tie, pull him down to meet your lips by his jaw. His bag hits the floor, his foot kicks the front door closed. He’s mastered reaching behind and flicking the lock.

He follows your lips into the house, down the hall to your bedroom -- if the two of you make it that far.

Clothes litter the floors on the way to bed, his bare chest pressed against yours when he lays you down. You hook your legs over his hips, link your heels together and pull him into you. No time is wasted. The other times can be slow, but not this one. Not right now.

He devours you from the inside out, hips slamming into yours, sucking marks into your neck. Bruises blossom delicate purples and reds over the ones that barely faded since his last visit.

Your walls squeeze him enough to make his hips stutter, grinding his pelvis into your clit. The two of you are a mess of moving bodies, chasing climaxes, whispering dirty nothings into his ear.

He tells you to take it and you say make me. He says he will and you laugh in his face. He loves your snarkiness, loves to pound it out of you, at least for a moment before it returns. He loves the game. You love to play it.

+++

The first time you traveled to Quantico to see Aaron, you brought evidence with you. You weren’t sure if he could do anything, but you wanted to try.

You thought after Este’s ex-husband, men in town would learn not to mess with you, but clearly that hasn’t been the case.

She needed cold hard proof, so I gave her some She had the envelope, where you think she got it from?

You already ruined one marriage, for good reason. The husband had been cheating for months, so you gathered proof. And left it in a sealed envelope, addressed to the wife. You watched her pick it up off the porch, tear it open, and go inside.

The next day, she kicked him out of the house. And walked across the street to thank you.

There have been a few others in the same vein, but there’s one you can’t quite finish. The husband isn’t cheating, so that won’t work. But you know there is something else. Something much worse.

You visit him in his office at the BAU, walking past the team at their desks. You recognize them all, smiling and waving. They return the waves

“We don’t handle white collar crimes,” Aaron says, eyeing you suspiciously.

“I figured,” you nod solemnly. “Who does?”

He takes another look at the evidence you laid before him. He takes a few moments, sighs. “Are you positive?” he asks, looking up. “This is legitimate?”

“I am,” you reply firmly. You don’t frame people. That’s too tricky, and pointless if they’re already bad people.

He sighs, looks back down. “If this is fake…” he pauses, letting it hang there.

“It’s not.”

“If it is, you’re responsible. So am I.”

You lean forward and rest your hand over his, despite the open door and open blinds. “I’m serious. I would not bring this to you if it wasn’t true.”

“We don’t know if it’s true, there will still be an investigation.”

“I know,” you reply. “Do you trust me?”

He tilts his head, narrows his eyes.

“Good,” you grin. You sit back in the chair, crossing your legs. “Still, though. I’m dead serious about this. You think I’d risk getting arrested?” you scoff. “Come on now, Agent Hotchner.”

His jaw clenches. You’re playing a dangerous game.

And you’ve won.

Aaron picks up his phone and begins dialing, pressing the receiver to his ear.

“Who are you calling?” you ask.

He raises his eyebrows. “The Secretary of the Treasury.”

The phone call is brief but enough. Aaron says they’re going to investigate.

“How long do you think it’ll take?”

“Why does that matter?” he counters.

You shrug. “No reason.”

Aaron leans back in his chair, linking his fingers together. “What did he do to you?”

He was doing lines, and crossing all of mine

“Nothing,” you say. “He just hurt a friend.”

Aaron shakes his head, chuckling. He wonders how you have him wrapped so tightly around your finger. And how he doesn’t want to be anywhere else.

+++

Aaron’s apartment is exactly what you expected from him. Expensive. Obnoxiously expensive.

The two of you barely make it through his door.

He drops his briefcase and keys while you work his jacket off his shoulders. He tugs at his tie, pulls at your shirt, yanking it over your head. You aren’t wearing a bra, and he groans at the sight. He thought he saw your nipples earlier.

He chases you into the living room, following your lips like he’s in a trance.

Or so you think.

Soon he has you pinned against the nearest wall, his hands gripping your wrists, keeping them above your head.

“Tell me right now if you just cost me my job.”

“I would never,” you say seriously, then cracking a grin. “I like the way you look with your gun on your hip too much to ruin that.”

He pushes your wrists into the wall as he studies your face. He’s close enough to kiss, though, so you do, and he gives in.

His hand slips from your wrists and falls to your face, cupping your jaw. He steps closer to you, pressing his body against yours, letting you feel him, what you do to him. It’s enough to make you grind your hips into his, until he has to hold them down.

You bite his lip in protest, loving the noise you elicit from him, right from his chest.

“You’re impatient,” he growls.

“Obviously,” you retort with a scoff, dipping your hands to his belt. “And you still have pants on.”

“So do you.”

“Not for long.”

You yank his belt open and unzip his pants, palming him through his briefs. He swats your hands away as he works on your jeans, pulling them down your legs. He kneels, working the fabric down your thighs, peppering kisses along the way.

Your underwear falls next, and he helps you step out of them, but it isn’t long before he buries his face in you.

You gasp, not expecting him to, but he pushes your feet apart. His nose brushes your clit, his tongue delves in ways that make your knees weak.

“Aaron,” you breathe, threading your fingers through his hair. “Shit.”

He knows you so well now, knows exactly where to press and when. You hate to admit it, but he can leave you breathless just as badly as you can him.

He stops early, forever a tease, and forever wanting to be inside you when you let go. He’s impatient today, much like you. He doesn’t have time for anything else.

You work on his pants and he helps, kicking them away with his underwear. He lifts you into his arms, pressing your back into the wall, entering you only slightly.

“No, don’t do this to me,” you whine. You hate when he does this, when he takes his time working his way inside.

“I’m going to cherish this feeling,” he says, kissing your cheek, listening to your complaints. He clicks his tongue when you grind your hips, trying to take matters into your own hands. But he has you in his arms, right where he wants you. He’s in control.

He goes deeper, but only just, before pulling back. Your head hits the wall with each move. Slowly, slowly, he gives you half. Your skin is on fire. You’re ready to strangle him.

“You love this,” he shushes you. “I know you do. I can feel you.”

“I want--”

“You’ll get what you want,” he whispers. “After I take my time.”

You groan and he kisses you, distracting you with his tongue, tracing your lips until you’re dizzy.

You don’t even notice how long it’s been until his pelvis is against yours and you’re crying out, feeling full. You grip his back, your nails digging in, constellations of crescents dotting his skin.

“Is that better?” he taunts, pulling out to slam back inside, relishing in your whimpers. “You know the drill, honey,” he soothes. “You’re cumming at least once before we do.”

You don’t know how to explain that you’ve been on the edge for ages now, almost but never completely thrown over. But he knows how.

He speeds up his thrusts and gently places his hand around your neck, pinning your head back. His mouth dives for your lips, jaw, ears, anything he can touch and kiss and nip at, until you’re so overwhelmed with pleasure that you have no choice.

His footing fumbles and he nearly loses himself, but he stops. He’s determined to bring you to another, and only then will he let go.

You feel drunk, like you’ve had too much of him in such a short timespan, but that doesn’t stop your hips from moving, from chasing another high so soon after the last.

“Greedy,” he says, but it’s broken. He’s just as desperate as you, maybe even more so.

You want him so badly. You’re chasing his release as much as you’re hurtling toward another of your own. Both of you are determined to make the other let go.

He doesn’t last long, and you don’t either. But there’s still time for more. There always is.

+++

Aaron tells you that you need to stay in Quantico while the investigation into your allegations is beginning, in case they need to bring you in for questioning.

You think Aaron has ulterior motives, but you don’t tell him that. You were planning on staying anyway; you packed enough for a week. He noticed, but he didn’t say anything to you.

I don’t start shit, but I can tell you how it ends

You go into the BAU to have lunch with him, and on the way up the elevator, you ask yourself what the hell you are doing. This is far too domestic for you, yet you aren’t fighting it.

Domestic, maybe, but traditional, not at all.

You pass by the team and wave, earning waves and smiles in return. They’ve known for a while that Hotch was leaving town every weekend to see you, but they didn’t expect to see you here. You’re positive most, if not all of them still suspect you about Este’s ex-husband, but that doesn’t matter anymore.

When you enter Aaron’s office, he’s on the phone — again. He holds up a finger, telling you to wait, but that only makes you smirk.

Quietly, you shut the door, flicking the lock. His blinds are already drawn, something he’s grown into the habit of doing, especially with you here. You know the team isn’t stupid. You know they know what’s going on when the door closes.

Aaron stares down at the paperwork on his desk, but you want his eyes to be elsewhere. So, you take off your jacket.

It’s innocent enough. You lay the jacket over the back of one of the chairs, smoothing out the fabric. You’re wearing a button up and a skirt for this exact reason.

“I understand,” he says, grabbing a pen. He glances at you briefly and smiles, but returns his attention to the phone. “Yes, I see. When was this?”

You hum quietly as you begin unbuttoning your shirt, slowly. One by one. Looking out the window, waiting.

By the time you undo the button below your breasts, you look toward him, finding that his eyes are locked on your fingers. You smirk.

“Yes, I’m still here,” he says, averting his eyes. “Yes. Yes, we do.”

You continue undoing your shirt, walking closer to him with every button. The glare he gives you as the shirt slides off your arms is enough to set a fire inside of you.

He’s desperate to get off the phone, but whoever it is keeps talking.

You walk around the left of the desk, standing dangerously close to him, running your fingers through his hair. He moves the receiver away from his mouth to exhale deeply, shutting his eyes. He knows there is no match for you. His only option is surrender.

You wedge yourself between him and his desk, prompting him to push his chair back. He takes the phone with him, moving his arm to allow you to straddle his hips.

You smile sweetly, running your hands up and down his shoulders, trailing your fingernails over his neck. He watches you intently, only barely listening to the person on the other phone.

You scoot forward, grinding your crotch against his as you bend to place kisses on his neck. His breathing hitches dangerously and you smirk into his skin.

“Thank you,” he says. You start moving your hips and his legs tense. “I’ll call to let you know what we decide.”

Finally, you think.

There’s a few more words spoken before Aaron officially ends the call.

In what feels and sounds like one movement, he hangs up the phone and lifts you onto his desk, grinding his hips into yours with newfound ferocity.

You giggle into his kisses, feeling his hands on your back. You didn’t wear a bra for this reason, and he knows it.

You fumble with his belt, a mess of hands while he devours your mouth, pushing his tongue through your lips. He cusses when your hand snakes inside of his briefs, enough to wrap around him and gently squeeze.

His hands leave your body only for a moment to yank his pants down. Then he goes to rip your underwear, only to find you have none.

“Slut,” he snickers into your ear, pulling you toward him by your hips. “Teasing me while I’m on the phone? Really?” he taunts, angling your hips to push inside of you, giving you everything, loving your whimpers. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

You nod into his neck, holding onto his shoulders. “You lasted l-longer than I thought.”

“I was talking to the Secretary of the Treasury,” he snaps, thrusting into you and stopping, letting you feel every inch. “About your little predicament.”

“What did she-- Shit. What’d she-- oh my god.”

“Don’t try to talk,” he whispers. “Take it.”

You grin. And you do.

+++

Don’t get sad, get even

They arrested the man for his white collar crimes, and that became the talk of the town for the foreseeable future.

No one noticed how you started leaving for weeks at a time to live with Aaron. But they’ve noticed that men haven’t stopped disappearing since your absence.

You won’t stop, not until each one is gone. Until each one gets what he deserves.

And since you were right, Aaron listens to you. Like he always does.

I’m on my vigilante shit...again

#aaron hotchner x fem!reader #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x fem!reader smut #aaron hotchner x reader smut #aaron hotchner smut #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x you #criminal minds #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner fanfic #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds smut #hotch x fem!reader #hotch x reader #hotch x you #vigilante shit

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 1 month

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Falling In Love

Nick Jackson X Fem Reader

Summary: Y/n and Nick grew up together. They had been best friends since they were teenagers, trying to make it big in the world of wrestling. Deep down inside Y/n and Nick always had feelings for one another but never admitted it, afraid it would ruin what they had. They both ended up with other people but were never truly happy with their partners. What happens when fate brings them back together and both are single for the first time in a long time? What happens when after 17 years Nick realised he’s still in love with Y/n?

Mentions: of death (reader is a widow), injures,

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I sat in the private Elite locker room crying into the chest of one my best friends in the whole world, Nick Jackson. We met when I was 16 and he was 17, starting our wrestling journey together, wrestling in the backyard promotion his older brother Matt started. I loved Nick, we spent our whole careers together. He has been there for me through EVERYTHING and I mean EVERYTHING. The past few months have been hectic. The Elite which consisted of myself, Matt, Nick and Kenny had recently made our triumphant return after the whole suspension thing and ever since my life has been a living hell.

I had made my return a few weeks earlier than the boys at AEW’s first Canadian show. I begged Tony Khan to let me do anything on the show. I had been working for years to bring the show to Canada, nonetheless my hometown of Toronto. After countless meetings and paperwork, I somehow managed to show up in Toronto. I still get goosebumps thinking about the Pop I got from the audience. I made an open challenge to fight anyone and Tay Conti answered it. During my match, I somehow managed to pull the muscles in my abdomen. Unfortunately for me, Aubrey Edwards had no choice but to call the match due to my injury. I didn’t want the match to end but I could not stand, and therefore it was out of my hands to make the call.

That was the most embarrassing moment of my life. I’ve wrestled matches with broken bones and had death matches, but I injured myself by botching a tiger roll. I was making my return, trying to put what happened behind me but of course, it’s never that easy. It was even worse when I started crying as I was practically carried out by staff. Out of the 16 years I’ve been wrestling I had only gotten a match stopped two other times. Both of which I was knocked out and had to be carried out on a stretcher because I almost died.

But that was in October, It’s now May and once again I am injured. Nick just held me in his arms and said nothing, knowing I just needed to get this cry out.

“What’s wrong with me Nick,” I said sobbing uncontrollably

“Y/N, there is nothing wrong with you” He replied in a soothing tone

“Yes, there is, how come out of all of my years wrestling I barely ever get injured but ever since I came back all I am is hurt.”

He said nothing

“October, I started crying in the ring which I have never done before and almost gave myself a hernia, February I almost shattered my ankle and I still have this nasty ass bone bruise. Now, It's May and the Doctor told me if my shoulder doesn’t get better soon I might have to get surgery. I can’t be out for months with a shoulder injury”

Nick knew everything I said was true. These past few months have been a rollercoaster of emotions for everyone. The boys regained their Trios championships then lost it and I won the Ring Of Honour women's championship the past December at final battle. Not to mention the unexpected loss of one of our great friends and my baby daddy James. The last thing is the main problem. My mind was constantly thinking of James and that I am a fresh single mother with an 11-month-old was enough to throw me off my game and cause my injuries.

“Y/N..” Nick says my name almost in a whisper “Whatever happens, I just want you to know that I am always going to be here for you. No matter what happens, ok. I love you, always.” He then placed a delicate kiss on my forehead and rubbed my back, something that never failed to help me calm down.

Just then Matt and Kenny walked in. The four of us were family, being there for the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. Kenny was holding my daughter, Elizabeth or as I liked to call her Lizzy. It was the name James picked out, she looked exactly like him. He handed her to me and I held her close to my chest. It pained me knowing she would never get to know her father. She was only 5 months old when he died, my only child, our little miracle, and I had no idea how I was going to do this on my own. Luckily I have some great people to help me get through it.

That night after dynamite I went back to my hotel room, exhausted. Lizzy was upset. There were too many people, it was loud, and not to mention all of the fellow wrestlers wanted to hold her. My little angel was just like her father, not a people person. That meant the evening consisted of me holding her tight as she was wrapped around my chest. Liz wouldn't let Britt or even Dana hold her without crying again so that meant I couldn't make it ringside for the boy’s match. Once I returned to the room and somehow managed to put Lizzy down for bed before having a shower and getting ready for bed. I stood in the mirror looking at my right shoulder, although I was able to move it more (thanks to some crazy rehab) the nasty bruising remained. The “Cody Boob” as I liked to call it as it looked similar to Cody’s torn pectoral. Just as I was lost in my thoughts I heard a faint knock on my hotel room door. I was surprised when I saw Nick standing there.

“Hey” Nick whispered

“Hi” I replied, tiredly

“I just wanted to check on you, see how you are doing. I heard about the little situation with Liz”

“Oh, that. She’s fine. Too many people I guess….Do you wanna come in?”

As I invited Nick inside my hotel room I noticed something different about him. I wasn’t too sure what it was. He was freshly showered, and I could smell the evergreen scent of his body wash on his skin. He wore black sweats, a black T-shirt along with a pair of Jordans. All normal things, yet something was different. Was it the way his icy blue eyes looked at me? Was it the way he leaned on the doorframe? A million different things went through my mind as I finished in the washroom before returning to him. He sat on the bed, flipping through the channels as I joined him, snuggling close to his chest. I must have fallen asleep at some point because when I woke up in the morning he was gone.

Nick’s POV:

As I sat in Matt’s and I’s shared hotel room all I could think about was Y/N. I know how hard things have been for her recently and I was genuinely worried for her.

“And then I was thinking we could do…, are you even listening to me, Nick?” Matt said in annoyance. I didn’t even notice I drowned him out

“Yeah, I think that’s a great idea man” I replied, not even knowing what he had said.

“What’s wrong, is something bothering you?” he asked

“I’m fine Matt, just worried about Y/N,” I told him truthfully

“I think you worry about her too much. If I am being completely honest with you, I have no idea how you two never ended up together. You two wo-” “I’m getting a divorce” I cut Matt off. I could see his face drop at my words.

“What? What do you mean you are getting a divorce?” Matt said confusion and fear all over his face. “A few months ago, I filed for a divorce Matt, I am getting a divorce” I admitted ashamed of myself. “Why?” The tone in Matt’s voice was soft. He no longer looked shocked, he looked almost pained.

“To be honest with you I have no idea”. My marriage had always been rocky from the beginning, that was no secret. The long-running joke on BTE was that one day I would end up leaving my wife for Y/N. Everyone and their mother wanted Y/n and I to get together, they swore at some point we must have slept together but it never happened.

“Do you love her?” Matt asked the one question I had been dreading for years

“Who?” I played dumb

“Y/N, do you still love her?” I may or may not have told Matt that I was in love with Y/N after I was high on anesthetic after surgery a few years back and he’s never let it go.

“I need to get some air” I left before Matt could stop me.

My brain was going a million miles an hour, I just needed some time to think. I didn’t even notice that I ended up at Y/N’s room. I wanted to go back, but it was too late. I knocked quietly on the door. Hoping not to wake the baby up. When Y/N opened the door I felt some relief. Her hair was wet and she was wearing a robe. She must have just come out of the shower. My brain imagined myself in there with her. I mentally cursed at myself for thinking that, she was my best friend. She invited me inside and I sat on the bed, unsure what to do. ‘Why am I so nervous?’ I thought to myself. I decided to find something on the TV while I waited for her to return. Once she returned she rested her head on my chest. We were always very affectionate towards each other (sometimes a little too affectionate) so this wasn’t something out of the ordinary. So why did I feel so nervous?

We didn’t say anything, we just lay in silence. It was calming, I felt relaxed. I was going to move to be closer to her when I noticed she was asleep. Y/N looked so peaceful, so beautiful. Matt’s words replayed in my mind. “Do you still love her?” I always loved Y/N, but did I LOVE LOVE her? For the first time in a long time, the both of us were single. Y/N was the first person to know about my divorce, and her reaction was similar to Matt’s. I wanted to protect her, help her raise her daughter, I wanted her, I needed her, I wanted to be with her forever, I loved her and I hate myself for not doing anything about it. For the past 17 years she has been in my life and for the past 17 years I have been in love with her. Instead, I ignored my feelings and got married to someone else to ignore my true feelings. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my mind going a million miles an hour. I was lost in my own thoughts, a text from Matt broke my trance.

“Where are you?” he asked. Shit, how long had I been gone? I looked at the clock and saw it was almost two in the morning. I wanted to stay with Y/N but Matt wouldn't stop texting me. So I had no choice but to leave.

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