#'you want this.' vegas says. 'look how you open up your mouth for me so pretty to have more.'

[cheriladycl01]

They do be comfy tho! - Lando Norris x Pregnant! Reader

Plot: You try hide your pregnancy through Lando's large array of hoodies.

Credit to 4and55 for the GIF

You sat in the bathroom crying your eyes out. You'd been feeling sick recently and didn't think the plane journey all the way to Las Vegas would be a good idea.

So you stayed behind while Lando went racing, you were now looking at the positive test in your hand.

You knew exactly when it was, it was. It was after his first race win in Brazil... you guys weren't as careful as you should have been.

"Fuck" you cried leaning your head against the wall of the bathroom, tears streaming down your face. It wasn't that you didn't want kids, or that you didn't want them with Lando it's just that you both agreed now wasn't the best time where he was in the height of his career.

You didn't know what to do, the only person you could think to call was Oscar's girlfriend Lily who you'd become best friends with ever since you met her at her first race appearance.

You waited while the phone rung, and rung until the line opened.

"Lily?" you sob into the phone but it's silent.

"Lily please, i need you!" you cry a little more.

"Y/N?" a male voice you knew too well answered. It was Oscar.

"Oscar?" you ask.

"Yeah, it's me Lily's just in the bathroom i didn't want it to go to a missed call!" he says before you here Lily ask who it is.

"Please Oscar, just hand me over to her" you say, Oscar could tell you were crying and he wanted to know what was wrong more than anything. He handed over the phone to his girlfriend with a worried look who answers right away.

"Y/N?" she asks with concern in your voice.

"Can you be alone right now, like without Oscar?" you say with labored breaths.

"Yeah, he's just leaving to get ready for FP3, weren't you babe!" she smiles giving him a look that tells him to leave.

Oscar, stops outside the door with a small panic.

What does he tell Lando?

Does he tell Lando?

He really had no idea what to say. Did he tell Lando that his girlfriend just got a call from Lando's girlfriend and he answered and she wa sobbing.

Would this make Lando spiral and have a bad race.

"Y/N please tell me what's happened!" Lily says back in Oscar's driver room.

"I'm pregnant" you sob and Lily's eyes widen.

"Congrats?" Lily says awkwardly and you just sob harder.

"Okay okay I'm sorry! I don't know what to say. How can i help!" she asks.

"I don't know, I think i just needed to tell someone!" you sniffle.

You continue to talk to Lily until she needs to leave to go watch Oscar and you agree you should probably watch Lando.

You walk past your shared room with Lando in your Monaco flat seeing one of his hoodies laying over the chair. You grab it and pull it over.

You spend the rest of the weekends watching shitty romcom's until you get a text from Lando.

Lando: I'm coming home, now

And that sent you into a full on spiral. Did Oscar or Lily talk and tell him, was hen angry at you...

Until he got home you were a nervous wreck having a ball of anxiety in your stomach.

"Baby?" Lando calls as he goes through the front door looking around for you. You were sat on the sofa, curled up in his lavender hoodie from his Quadrant range.

He walks in seeing you sat there, tears in your eyes as your trying not to look at him.

"Baby, look at me tell me why Oscar told me you called Lily in floods of tears... what's happened!" he asks, kneeling down in front of you trying to catch your gaze but you refused to look.

"Baby come on" he sighs. You take his hand, before standing up and walking him to the bathroom and showing him the test.

"Is this what I think it is?" he asks looking between the stick and you. You just nod, no words coming to your mouth.

"Baby, this is amazing! I know timing isn't great but i'll be here for you and them! I promise!" he says pulling you into a tight hug. He spent the whole evening talking to you about everything.

"You aren't leaving me?" you asked with a small sniffle.

"Baby, of course not... is that why you called Lily crying?" he asks with a frown and you nod.

"I was just worried, I know Mclaren have a really good car this year and that you and Oscar are a good team and we are still really young!" you admit and he nods.

"We are, but it's not anything we can't handle together..." he says pulling you in for a kiss, holding your hips before they snake up your body to get to the back of your neck.

"I love you so so much" he sighs leaning his forehead against yours, his eyes open watching you eyes.

"I love you too!" you sigh, all that built up anxiety just leaving and releasing from you.

"I don't think we should tell anyone but family" you say looking down and he frowns, not sure what you mean.

"Your going to stop coming to my races?" he asked, obviously he knew towards the end of your pregnancy you wouldn't be able to do the flight but right now you'd be safe and healthy to fly.

"No of course not! As long as we are on a jet I should be fine, why wouldn't eye?" you ask tilting your head in confusion.

"Well, baby ..." he gulps and you nearly start to laugh wondering where he's going with this.

"In a pregnancy you are growing a whole other human inside of you, so you'll ... you know get bigger?" he says as if its more of a question to you than anything.

"Yes, I'll have a bump" you giggle, placing his hand on your currently flat stomach.

"But you don't want to tell anyone? People will start to find out when they see it honey!" he laughs, rubbing your hips and stomach.

“I’ll just cover up with your hoodies” you say showing Jake how you look now.

“Mmmm my hoodies can only go so far” he laughs.

And that was the truth, you struggled in the heat in the hotter countries and ended up getting too big for even Lando’s hoodies.

Someone on twitter had got a picture of you, at an angle where Landos hand gripping your made the loose hoodie grab around your growing stomach and people started to go wild.

So you guys went to Instagram of course.

landonorris

landonorris: Yes Y/N is pregnant! We are both very happy and she’s currently 7 months along and we are expecting in July and cannot wait to meet our little girl!

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y/user: I love you so much. I wouldn’t want to experience this journey with anyone else! 🧡🫶🏼

mclaren: Papaya Baby incoming 🧡🦁 Congrats Lando!

oscarpiastri: congrats man!

lilyzniemer: she’s such a pretty mumma

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[il-miele-che-scrive]

lando norris x reader

based on this request (because I take requests and I have to make it everyone's business): Hi not sure if you take requests but in case you do could you write reader x lando where y/n is a celebrity or an influencer and she drops subtle hints at who is her new bf maybe some fun facts about him like "oh he hates fish and I'm making a lot of fish for christmas" and eventually the fans are like "guys it's totally lando"

words count: 2.5k + fans' tweets at the end

author's note: my first request and it was so fun to write 🥹 also added a hospital scene from the time of Vegas GP so we could experience a bit of protective Y/n and painkillers-high Lando (I forgot about a fish scene)

edit: I've just realized I've messed up the dates so let's pretend the award thingie was in '23 instead of '22

A secret boyfriend

It was a normal Tuesday of 2023 when Y/n Y/l/n and Lando Norris met. Well, not so normal since it was the day Y/n won the first award in her musical career, and Lando had his first debut as an award presenter.

"And the winner is..." He opened the envelope and flipped it, as he held it upside down. "Y/n Y/l/n."

Y/n couldn't believe it at first. She looked at her best friend with tears in her eyes. They hugged before Y/n stood up and got on her way to the scene, still questioning if she actually heard her name or was it her mind playing tricks on her.

"Thank you," Y/n sent Lando a smile as he handed her the award, "are you sure it's for me?" She joked, trying to mask the anxiety she felt from the fact that now she had to give a speech while everyone watched.

"Absolutely, it's all yours. Well deserved." Lando said feeling a bit starstruck from being so close to one of his favorite singers.

Just this one simple interaction was enough for both Y/n's and Lando's fanbases to raise suspicions. However, what was unavailable to the fans' eyes were Y/n and Lando's interaction at the after party. Later the same evening, he approached her.

"Hey, congratulations again." He said with a grin on his face. "Your music is amazing, I couldn't imagine you not winning this award."

"Stop with the compliments, I'm gonna blush." Y/n laughed. "Nice to meet you. Lando Norris, isn't it?"

"Yeah, do you watch Formula One?"

"I'm going to be honest from the beginning and admit I did not, but I did my research and I just might start being a fan."

"If you're ever down for hearing firsthand gossip straight from the track, I'm at your service."

"I'd love to hear all the gossip over a coffe sometime."

"Let me give you my number then and I'll arrange something."

And so a few days later they had a coffee date. The date marked the beginning of a carefully hidden romance. They wanted to keep it a secret from the public eye, not wanting people prying on them, trying to estimate how long they'll last.

Keeping the relationship secret somehow came easy to them. They were seen on the coffee date indeed, however they made sure to have the next dates in private. The fans on both sides were literally clueless to the whole ongoing romance. Y/n had her tour, Lando had his races and it wasn't even a little bit suspicious how a lot concerts aligned with race weekends.

Unfortunately, one day Y/n went live on Instagram with her best friend. Unfortunately, because Y/f/n didn't know how to keep her mouth shut. Unfortunately, because Y/f/n gave away the big secret.

"You know, guys, we're gonna use lives as a way to spend time together," she joked, "I've been feeling a bit abandoned since Y/n has been spending so much time with her boyfriend. Even on tour and with his busy schedule, can you believe this?"

Y/n's eyes widened. "Y/f/n!" She scolded her friend.

"What? It's a joke, no worries, I can see you're finally happy and I'm happy for you!"

"Y/f/n! You weren't supposed to say that!"

But the damage was already done. There was nothing Y/n could say to save the situation. So instead she decided to start dropping subtle hints for the fans to guess. Maybe it was the right time to make the relationship public after five months. They couldn't hide it forever.

Y/n started the hint game when she was on Jimmy Fallon's show.

"Y/n Y/l/n, everybody!" Jimmy announced when the girl walked in and sat down on the armchair. "I haven't seen you in a year and so much happened during this time!"

"I know, I know," Y/n said with a smile. "I'm so glad I could make a quick pit stop here on my way to Montreal."

"I'm happy to have you here. You won an award, you got a boyfriend. How- how did that happen?"

Y/n chuckled at Jimmy's question, realizing it was the perfect opportunity to play the hint game. "Oh, life takes unexpected turns and sometimes you find yourself on a fast track to happiness."

Jimmy raised an eyebrow, sensing there was more to the story. "Anything you'd like to share about this mystery man?"

"You know, Jimmy, I've finally found someone who knows how to navigate the twists and turns in life."

The audience laughed and the speculations among fans skyrocketed as they tried to connect the dots from Y/n's playful hints.

The other time, Y/n was on a popular radio show. The host couldn't help but ask about the latest reveal of a big secret.

"You were left hurting really badly after your previous relationship," he spoke, "it's really good to see you finally happy."

"It was a big thing for me. Still is." The girl admitted. "My previous relationship made it hard to open up to a man like that again."

"What made you do it eventually then?"

"I decided life is too short for keeping things in the slow lane," Y/n chuckled, "and when you meet someone that can belt out a Taylor Swift song with the same passion as you, it's hard not to fall for them."

"So your mystery man is a Swiftie too? Any chance we might know him?"

"Oh, I bet many people who are listening right now would know him."

"Now you got us all intrigued, your fans wouldn't forgive me if I didn't ask for more."

Y/n grinned, "Well, he's practically flawless, except for one little detail. He's a scorpio. And let me tell you, when we're playing our silly little racing video games, his competitive scorpio side really comes out. It's all fun and games until his racing pride is at stake."

The host laughed. "I'm sure fans are already trying to guess who this mystery gamer is. And you, are you competitive?"

"Yes, totally. He's more experienced than I am, but it doesn't mean I won't try my hardest to beat him."

"Is there any trait you don't share?"

The girl nodded, "Yes, one thing I'm secretly jealous of. He's quite known for being able to fall asleep in the most uncomfortable conditions. I wish I could do that. I'm all about pillows and comfy blankets, but he can just doze off anywhere, anytime."

A few days later, in the warmth of Lando's bedroom, surrounded by the hum of city life outside the windows, Y/n brought up the topic with a playful glint in her eyes.

"You know, Lando, fans have been buzzing lately. It's quite entertaining."

"Well, you have started this yourself," Lando laughed, laying his head in his girlfriend's lap.

"Not me, it was Y/f/n. I just went with it and turned it into something fun for myself." Y/n defended herself. Her fingers started gently playing with Lando's hair.

"You do seem to be having a great time, leading your fans on and all that," he joked. "Are there chances they'll solve your mystery anytime soon?"

"I've seen a few tweets accusing you of being my secret boyfriend, but most people don't really believe that."

"What?" He sit up dramatically. He continued in a fake-offended voice. "Do they think I'm not good enough?"

Y/n giggled.

Lando's mock offense turned into a playful pout. "I can't believe they're doubting my boyfriend potential. I mean, come on, look at me!" He gestured theatrically at himself.

Y/n burst into laughter, "Maybe we should give them a little more to work with, stir the pot a bit."

Lando leaned in, placing a quick kiss on Y/n's cheek. "You're a master of turning chaos into entertainment, you know that?"

"It's quite a compliment, coming from a Formula One driver."

Lando flashed a grin. "Well, we both have our talents, don't we? Maybe we should drop some subtle hints during a race?"

And so they waited months for the Grand Prix in Vegas, because that was where they could start rumours about getting married. Sure, they could get married spontaneously anywhere, but there was no better place than Las Vegas.

Thankfully they managed to keep the relationship secret all these months, breadcrumbing Y/n's fans. After the Vegas GP, Y/n and Lando where supposed to go for an afterparty, get 'drunk' and then 'married'.

Unfortunately, they plans changed the direction a bit with Lando's crash. Y/n's heart sank as she watched the unfolding drama on the big screens. The thrill of the race was replaced with concern for Lando's well-being. Plans for the afterparty and the playful hints about a fake marriage suddenly didn't matter anymore.

Emergency crews rushed onto the track, the anxious seconds felt like an eternity as they worked to help Lando get out of his racing car. Y/n's heart pounded in her chest, the world around her blurring. The fact that he managed to walk away from the car was a small comfort.

Y/n's phone buzzed moment after Lando disappeared from her sight.

from: Lando

I'm okay, they're taking me to st vincent's hospital. Will update you soon. Love you xx

to: Lando

Be there in a second, see you soon

A shaky exhale escaped Y/n, she felt slightly relief and ran towards the exit. She was sure Lando wasn't okay, not after that crash, but at least he was conscious and walking on his own (although it could be the adrenaline). A moment later, when Y/n got into her own car, her phone buzzed again.

from: Lando

Yknow you could post a pic from the hospital, that would stir the pot

Y/n smiled at the massage. If he could think of that, he might had been better than she thought.

The neon lights of Las Vegas blurred as she drove through the city streets, trying to get to the hospital as quick as possible. Despite the speed, the journey seemed to stretch in time.

Arriving at St. Vincent's hospital, Y/n rushed through the entrance, her heart pounding. The reception area looked like a maze in her anxious state, but she managed to find a nurse.

"I'm here for Lando Norris," the girl said.

The nurse looked her up and down. "Are you his family?"

"I'm his girlfriend."

"Then, unfortunately, I cannot let you see him."

"His family is in Europe, I'm the closest to family you can get here in Vegas."

"The closest, but not family. I'll ask you nicely to wait here for further information."

Y/n nodded with an angry expression on her face. She sat down in the waiting room, pulling out her phone and dialing the number of her manager.

"Hey, Mia," the singer said. "I need you to do something." Urgency and frustration were visible in her voice.

"What's going on, Y/n? Are you okay?" Mia's concerned voice came through the line.

"It's Lando. He's been in a crash during the race in Vegas, and they've taken him to St. Vincent's Hospital. I'm here, but they won't let me in because I'm not 'family.' That's so stupid."

"I'm sorry, Y/n, but I still don't see what you want me to do."

"I want you to make a donation for the hospital from my account. Send them like $100,000. I think it'll be enough to let me in."

"Okay, I'll take care of it."

"Thanks, Mia. I appreciate it more than you know."

Y/n took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. Anxiety lingered in the air. But there was no way they wouldn't let her in after that.

Y/n didn't know how much time had passed. She felt as if all she did was staring at a wall in front of her, ocassionally moving her eyes to the floor or the ceiling. She was fidgeting with her fingers as the same nurse approached her.

"Miss Y/l/n, you're allowed to see Mr Norris in the room 305."

Without a word, Y/n rushed to the room. She found Lando lying in the hospital bed, his gaze turning towards the door as she walked in.

"Lando." Y/n breathed his name, rushing to his side and taking his hand in hers. "I was so worried. And they didn't want to let me in at first."

He managed a dazed smile, his eyes slightly glazed. "Hey, you're real, right? This isn't happening in my head?"

Y/n chuckled. "Yes, I'm real. It's me."

He squinted at her. "You sure? You look like a beautiful hallucination."

"Well, if I'm a hallucination, at least a beautiful one."

"I feel like I'm floating on marshmallow clouds, but you're the most beautiful marshmallow I've ever seen."

Y/n couldn't help but laugh. "I think you might be on some strong painkillers, love."

"Ah, that explains the marshmallows. They're having a party in my head," Lando said with a dreamy expression.

Y/n burst into laughter, the tension of the earlier moments disappearing in the room.

"Did you know," Lando continued, "that racing is like trying to catch a rainbow? And if you're lucky, you might find a pot of gold at the end."

"Is there an Irish leprechaun as well?"

"I wouldn't be surprised. Maybe that's who's been guiding me all this time."

"You gotta ask him to make the rainbow less slippery next time then."

He nodded solemnly. "I'll have a serious talk with him. No more slippery rainbows, only smooth, marshmallow clouds."

As they joked around, Y/n couldn't ignore the quiet concern for Lando's well-being. She gently brushed his hair away from his forehead. "You scared me, you know? Seeing you crash like that."

"I'm sorry, love. I didn't mean to scare you. I promise I'll be more careful next time. But you have to promise me something too.""

"What is it?"

"You'll visit me in the marshmallow cloud world sometimes. It gets lonely up there."

Y/n laughed, leaning in to press a gentle kiss on his cheek. "I'll visit anytime you want."

"You know, even in the middle of all this craziness, having you here feels like finding that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow."

As the night carried on, the hospital room became a cocoon shielding them from everything that layed outside its walls. Y/n found herself falling asleep on an armchai next to Lando's bed.

In the quiet ambiance of the night, Lando's mind wandered through the whimsical landscapes of his medication-induced thoughts. He couldn't help but marvel at the coincidence that brought Y/n into his life.

It all started with handing her an award. It seemed like it happened a whole lifetime ago and now, there they were, in the middle of marshmallow clouds.

Y/n, nestled in the armchair, breathed softly in her sleep, completely unaware of Lando's reflections. Soon enough, Lando allowed himself to succumb to the gentle pull of sleep as well.

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[reiderwriter]

♦️There Are No Words Left to Speak ♦️

Chapter 5 of That's What You Get

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Pairing: Spencer Reid X Fem Reader

Summary: In a panic, you spill your guts to Penelope and receive some much needed advice before your "date" with Reid.

Warnings: None!!

A/N: This one is 4k words long because I absolutely could not help myself 😭 I've has a lot of messages and asks about this series lately, and it's been really encouraging to see! If you like this chapter, please comment or reblog and let me know or come chat with me in my inbox! Happy Reading!!

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"Penelope, I fucked up and I need your advice," you screamed into the room as soon as the door slammed open, startling the other woman as she threw her phone up in surprise. 

"Jesus, Y/N, you're lucky I didn't reach for the all too full can of pepper spray I store in here, oh my god."

"I'm sorry, Pen, I'm just, I'm kinda freaking out, and I need your help."

"Are we going to need wine, or are we going to need ice cream and a chick flick? What kind of problem are we talking here?" she asked from her place at the desk. 

"I married Spencer in Vegas." You said and then clamped your hand over your mouth as you finally let the pressure of the weekends mess seep out of you now that you'd shared your secret. 

"Oh my god, both, we'll do both. We need both, let's go, let's go now."

–X– 

Penelope drove the two of you home, immediately moving into a mothering role as soon as the words left your mouth, and she could see your impending implosion. You were grateful that she didn’t ask you any further questions as you made your way back to her apartment, just turning on the radio to a channel playing 90s pop hits and simply letting you calm down through the fun music. 

When you finally got through her door, she let you get comfortable and then immediately came back with all the things she promised. 

“Okay, I know you’re more a rose girl, but all I have is this really nice white that Derek got me for my last birthday and half a bottle of tequila, and I think it’s better for the both of us if we don’t open the tequila. Also, I have chocolate, cookie dough ice cream, and tissues, and When Harry Met Sally on DVD, I'm ready to be plugged in and played as soon as you say the word.” 

“Penelope, we do not tell you how brilliant you are as often as we should.” 

“While that is true, I’m trying my best not to immediately cave and ask you to spill, so can we please sing my praises after you explain what you mean by saying you married Spencer.” 

“God, Penelope, I don’t know what happened,” you let your head hang in your hands and she immediately moved to sit closer to you, rubbing a hand over your back and getting the tissues ready. 

“We went out drinking, and my mom got in my head earlier in that call I took, and I don’t remember anything and then I woke up and we were in bed together and-” you rambled out, lifting your head up as you tried to explain, but she cut you off quickly there.

“You were in bed together? Did you… you know, bump uglies with Spencer? Do the old in n’ out? Sorry, I’m making this worse, I’ll shut up now,” she said, but you laughed at her enthusiasm, and you felt more of the weekend’s tension leave your body. You knew that you had made the right decision coming to Penelope with this. She always knew how to make you feel better. 

“I don’t know, but it looks like it. TMI but-”

“Hold on, I don’t think I want to know what the Good Doctor is like in bed.” She visibly shuddered, and you let out another shaky laugh. 

“Well considering I remember none of it, you’d be hard pressed to get those details from me. I did wake up handcuffed to the bed, though.” 

“Shut the front door, no you did not!” Penelope’s jaw dropped. “Oh god, I’m almost morbidly curious, but I don’t want to open that can of worms. Sorry, please continue.” 

You took a swig of the wine she poured you and relaxed a bit further into her couch, pulling your legs up under you to find a more comfortable position as you told the rest of your story to Penelope, gaining more confidence with each of her reactions to what you told her. 

“So, now we just need to track down our two witnesses and get the marriage quietly annulled, and we can forget it ever happened.” You could hear the frown in your voice before you realised you were making that kind of expression, and from Penelope’s reaction, you could see that she’d noticed too. 

“Oh.. oh, I know that look. You don’t want the annulment, do you?” 

“Yes! I mean, no! Look, I really don’t know how to answer that right now, it’s just…” you trailed off, and Penelope silently filled your wine glass again, not saying anything and letting you come around at your own pace. 

“Earlier today, after we told Rossi, and before I came running to you, he… he kissed my forehead, and he called me Mrs. Reid, and I really liked it. And I didn’t think about it before, but Reid is nice, and he is good, and he is obviously really smart, and, god  he’d be a great dad, and he took care of me yesterday and today… Penelope, I think I have a crush on my husband.” You gasped out, feeling the weight of your revelation as it hit you straight in the gut. 

“But we talked about it and we’re getting an annulment and now it’s like I fucked up before I really got the chance to let it go anywhere, and what if it’s a mistake? What if I made the world’s greatest fuck up and married a great man in Vegas and then threw it all away a week later?” you raked your hand through your hair quickly, trying to ignore the tears forming quickly in your eyes. 

“Oh my god, sweetie, it’s going to be okay… You’re going to have to trust me when I tell you that it’s going to be okay…” she patted you on the back and you let the tears fall down a bit, quickly dabbing them away with the now balled up tissue in your hand. 

“I don’t know if I can, Pen…” you tried to smile up at her, but you could feel your lips wobbling and you let your head hang again before you could let out a choked sob. 

“No, nonononoonono, listen to me… Okay, promise you won’t hate me after I say this?” She said, squishing your cheeks between her hands as she made you look up into her eyes. 

“I pwomise,” you sniffed out, voice muffled by her strong grip. She let you go then, content that she had your attention. 

“I know for a fact that the boy is as infatuated with you as you are with him because… because I saw you two.” She stopped there to watch your reaction, but you froze, so she continued.

“You… you called me from wherever you guys were out in Vegas, mumbled some words over the phone and then sent me a picture of a brochure with an address on it, and then when I turned up it was a wedding chapel and you were getting married.” She winced out those last words, and you gasped at the confession. 

“You were one of the witnesses! Penelope!” You pointed an accusatory finger at her, but it was half-hearted. You knew that you were stubborn enough while sober. You certainly wouldn’t have been persuaded out of something you obviously wanted while blackout drunk. 

“I know, I know, I’m sorry, but you guys were just too cute! He was giving you all these small kisses on your forehead and on your cheeks, and you looked like innocent kids giddy and high on love, and I didn’t want to bring you back down to earth. You looked so happy, and I do not make it a habit to get in the way of my friends’ happiness.” 

“Penelope, why didn’t you say anything?” You groan out, sounding a bit like a petulant teenager who has just discovered her mom threw out a shirt she hadn’t worn in years. 

“I wanted to, but I was told not to…” she winced away. “And before you ask, I won’t tell you who else was there! Just know it was someone else who also loves both of you and would’ve pulled you two out of there. No questions asked if they thought you were making a stupid decision!” 

You let the revelations sink in, one by one. Penelope was there. Reid couldn’t keep his lips off of you. The other witness thought you two were good together. It almost didn’t surprise you when you started giggling, finding humour in the situation at least. 

“Oh my god, Penelope, I got married in Vegas to my coworker. And I think I’m in love with him now.” You were in a fit of giggles now, and Penelope hesitantly joined in at first. 

“Yeah, I suppose it is funny when you put it that way.” 

“God, what am I going to do? How am I going to face him from now on?” You pulled yourself together again and faced Penelope again, hoping that she would have actual answers for your very rhetorical question. 

“Well, at least we have a couple of days off now. You don’t have to see him again until we go to work.” 

“No, we have a date tomorrow,” you said matter-of-factly. “Appointment, really, he’s reading some books on alcohol induced memory loss tonight, and then I’m going over to his place to see if any of it can help us fill in the blanks.” 

“Oh god, you’re going to talk books with Reid. That’s practically as romantic as it gets for him. No wonder he wifed you up.” You playfully kicked her leg, and she laughed again. “Okay, so no avoidance, okay. Maybe you could put the moves on him? Try to recreate that scene with the handcuffs. Who knows what might happen.” She wiggled her eyebrows at you then, and you did your best not to once again be overcome by a fit of giggles.

“Okay, enough of my romantic problems. I was promised When Harry Met Sally and that ice cream has probably melted, so let’s get to it.” 

–X–

You braced yourself at the apartment door as you psyched yourself up to knock. As promised, you’d been greeted in the morning by a text from Spencer with his address and a proposed time to meet. He’d suggested 5pm, and you’d agreed, but here you were 20 minutes early, probably looking overdressed and over eager to spend time with your coworker/ husband/ soon to be former husband, maybe. 

You’d left Penelope’s apartment that morning, having had an impromptu sleepover, happy that you’d at least confirmed your own feelings. You’d taken a taxi to collect your car, then spent the rest of your time at home overthinking and overpreparing. 

You’d put on a dress and some make-up, and you were almost regretting the decision now you were on his doorstep, wondering what he’d think. You worked one of the toughest jobs in the world together, and you knew that he’d seen you completely black and blue after going blow for blow with unsubs in the past. Would he think this sudden effort was weird? You tried not to pace, knowing that your footsteps in the hall would alert him to your presence, but you couldn’t bring yourself to knock just yet. 

You checked your phone again. 4:45. You couldn’t spend another fifteen minutes out here overthinking, so you finally just pushed ahead and knocked. Almost as if he had been waiting on the other side of the door this entire time, Reid answered immediately, not even letting you get a third rap in before he was there standing in front of you. 

“Hi,” you said, standing there awkwardly with your hand still up, ready to knock again. 

“Hey,” he replied, smiling at you. 

You felt his eyes trail down your body, taking in your appearance. The dress you’d chosen wasn’t particularly special, just a mid-length tiered dress with bow straps. The weather was getting chillier so you’d layered it over a plain turtleneck, enjoying the added bonus of not having to conceal down your neck to mask the love bites he’d lavished upon you only a few nights prior. 

You looked at him as well, and you were pleasantly surprised by his casual wear. He was more dressed down than he was in the office, but not by much. He was still wearing slacks, and a button down shirt as well, but he’d thrown a beaten up CalTech sweater over the top of them, and he looked so cosy you wanted to bury your head in his chest. He was wearing his glasses, and you were so thankful for that, as you forgot how well they suited him, fitting him perfectly. 

“You’re early.” He said, finally breaking the silence between the two of you, drawing you out of the trance he’d kept you in while you took in the sight of him. 

“Yeah, I guess I just overestimated how long it was going to take to get here. Is that okay?” 

“Yeah, yeah, it’s great, totally fine. Come in.” He moved his body to the side slightly so you could enter the door, but kept his outer arm pressed against the door so you had to duck under it, brushing past him as you went. The small contact made your entire body buzz, your heartrate picking up as you willed yourself to act natural. 

“The food should be here any minute.” He smiled as he followed you back into his apartment. “I wanted it to arrive before you got here so I could surprise you.” You turned around to face him, and you could hear the bashfulness in his voice as he made the admission. 

“Sorry for ruining the surprise,” you smiled up at him. “What did you order?” 

“I remembered you mentioned that Korean streetfood place a while back that does those spicy rice cakes and kimbap rolls, so I got us some of that. Is that okay?” 

“Sounds perfect.” You were touched that he even remembered the conversation when you yourself couldn’t even think of when it might have happened. He turned and walked further into the apartment, and you followed him this time, finally looking around and taking it all in. 

The walls were obviously lined with bookshelves, and there were books laying around in piles everywhere. The walls were painted a dark colour, which made the space feel calming, almost more intimate, and sunlight was streaming in from the open window on the back wall. 

“Sorry, it’s not much. Take a seat wherever, and I’ll grab those books I was talking about.” 

You took a seat on the couch and watched him trail around the room, picking up books from several shelves and stacks. 

“Okay, this is all of them. So the main takeaway is that it usually takes two weeks to fully recover memories from alcohol induced blackouts.” He explained, bringing you a stack at least eight books high. 

“Spencer, did you read all of these last night?” You asked. 

“Yeah, I said I would, I thought it would help.” 

“Spencer,” you took his hand into yours as he set the books on the floor and flopped down to the couch beside you. “I really appreciate you putting in all this effort to help us, but you could’ve just come home and relaxed, you know. Our case was long and tough, and now all of this, you deserve a break.” You stroked your thumb over the back of his hand, trying to make the gesture calm and reassuring. 

“I know, I wanted to do this. I want to remember what happened between us,” he whispered the words softly, not needing to fill the space with much sound as you’d crept closer and closer together since he’d returned. 

“So, uh, two weeks then, is that it, we just have to wait for the memories to return?” you asked quietly, letting go of the small moment you’d shared to get back to the task at hand. 

“It seemed so, but there are some other more general tips we could implement that could help us piece together what happened. We might at least be able to figure out who our witnesses were.” 

You felt almost guilty then, but you kept your mouth shut. You’d decided the night before that you wouldn’t tell Reid about Penelope. At least not yet. You wanted the time first to see if he could possibly feel the same way about you before you worked up the courage to let him in on what you had learnt. 

“Yeah, I’m open to try anything. Within reason, that is.” 

“Great! I was thinking at first that maybe we could do a cognitive interview, but as we only have each other to work with, I thought that might make some of our answers more biased and not garner effective results. But we could still try to jog our memories by working out some of the same emotions, doing some things we could have done that night, and seeing if any of it rings a bell?” 

“Some of the things we did that night?” 

“Yeah,” he repled. 

“Like… like make out or get handcuffed to a bed?” You enjoyed watching the flush creep up his neck, and his eyes go wide as he struggled to backtrack on that one. 

“No, no! I mean, unless you want to, or you think it would help?” It was your turn to be left speechless, your mouth suddenly not complying with your brain as you begged yourself to respond somehow. All you could muster was a glance down at his lips that lingered a bit too long, your body slowly creeping forward. 

He noticed and moved closer towards you as well, letting his hand grasp your waist as you got caught in his atmosphere. 

“It’s worth a try, right? To regain our memories.” He supplied you with the words, letting you stay silent as your lips grew closer and closer together, seconds away from taking your breath away forever. 

A loud rap at the door and a shout of “delivery” had the two of you suddenly bouncing away from each other, Reid scrambling to the door to collect the food, while you stood up awkwardly and tried to pretend there was something really interesting on his bookshelf that had caught your attention all of a sudden. 

For the Nth time in so many days, you found yourself trying to convince your heart to beat a little quieter, and you managed to get yourself under control as he returned with the food.

“I’m sorry, I lost track of time…” he trailed off as you nodded, joining him back at the couch as he began unpacking the food. 

“It’s totally fine, we should eat anyways, trust me when I say this stuff doesn’t taste even half as good cold.” You smiled at him, but it didn’t go quite to your eyes. You really wanted to kiss him, and you were really doing your best to control your disappointment, not wanting to show off how desperate for him you were. 

“Well, you’re in luck, because you now get to witness one of my only flaws,” he said, fishing out two sets of chopsticks from the delivery bag. “I am absolutely terrible with chopsticks.” 

You giggled at him and grabbed the pair he offered you, letting out a dramatic fake gasp. “And you only tell me after we get married? That’s it, I want a divorce,” you laugh, and the two of you settle down into a comfortable silence as you begin your meal. 

–X– 

Two hours later, and you’re still no closer to locking lips with the man than you were earlier. You’d had a nice time talking with him over the food, both of you sitting like kids on the floor as you ate over his coffee table. He’d told you about a Korean film festival he’d attended a few years back, one of many international film festivals he’d been to, and you sat and listened, in awe of the way his eyes lit up when he talked about something that excited him. You hoped that one day, he’d talk about you in that same way. 

You helped him clean up and settled back onto the couch, where he’d mentioned having a copy of one of the films that had since been subtitled, and you ended up in another movie marathon.

The movie was good, but his presence next to you was even better. He’d stretched out his arms on the couch behind you, letting you snuggle up into his side as you pulled your legs up and under you, screwing yourself up in a comfortable little ball, burrowing into him for warmth. He was a fire beside you, and you wished you were bold enough to push further into him, to drag your hands across his skin and feel even more of him, continuing the exploration from earlier. But you weren’t, and, honestly, you were tired, so you let yourself sit peacefully beside him, touching but not much, as you were lulled to sleep by the sounds of the TV. 

It was pitch black outside when you finally cracked your eyes open again, but he was still there next to you on the couch. The movie had been turned off, and so had the TV, and there was a blanket now wrapped around your legs, so he had obviously moved, but he had also come back to you. You shifted your head up to look at him and smiled. He’d picked up another book from who knows what shelf and was reading slowly so as not to wake you with the movements of his hand as he traced down the page. Your head had moved from his chest to his lap, and he held the book off to the side in one hand, his other resting protectively over your waist. He was so engrossed by his book that he hadn’t even realised you’d moved and that you were awake until you spoke to him. 

“Spencer? What time is it?” you asked, your voice thick with sleep. 

“It’s 11:30. You fell asleep during the movie and you looked like you could use the sleep.” 

“Wow, what a way to tell a girl she doesn’t look so good,” you laughed at him as he pouted down at you. 

“I didn’t mean that. Y/N, you look beautiful today. You look beautiful everyday.” 

You lifted yourself up from his lap, one hand braced on either side of his legs on the couch as you bought yourself eye-to-eye with him, your chests close enough to touch if you took a big breath in. Instead, yours were shallow as you looked up at him through heavy eyes. 

“Thank you, Spencer.” You whispered, silently begging him to close the space between the two of you. But he didn’t, instead, clearing his throat and putting his book down, breaking your eye contact. 

“I should be getting home now. It’s pretty late.” You said, standing up from the couch. He followed you up and around as you started collecting your things and organising the space you’d occupied. 

“Y/N it’s late, and you’re tired. I can’t let you drive home like that. An estimated 30% of road accidents occur due to sleep deficiency, you know.” 

“It’s fine, I don’t want to get a taxi and just leave my car here and then have to come back in the morning. I’ll be fine driving,” you said, but he softly took the keys out of your hands as you grabbed them from your bag. 

“Stay here tonight.” He said, less of a suggestion than an already established fact. You looked up at him and knew there was no changing his mind, but he continued anyway. 

“I have a spare toothbrush and some old clothes you can probably use as pajamas, and it’s not like we haven’t shared a bed before. Maybe…maybe waking up next to each other again will help jog our memories, too. We only have until the end of the week, right?” 

He looked at you expectantly, and you let out a little sigh and nodded your head, letting him guide you away to the bedroom and back into sleeping in his arms. 

--×--

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[dreamauri]

this completely goes with the last ask but the reader having a tattoo along her spine and Max puts whip cream along with and then licks it off

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The book you were reading was mildly interesting. With the sun barefuky peaking past the blinds of your room and Max's warm body pressed up against your back. You weren't complaining. His nose was nuzzled in your neck, and his arms were wrapped around your tummy. It was calming, listening to his breathing patterns and heartbeat.

It didn't take long till you felt Max pull away to lie on his back. What he usually says next indicates if he's asleep or awake. You have heard him maxolaining about how bad the Las Vegas GP while in his sleep, it's more common that he teaches you how to gear shift and drift though.

It's usually always about racing, and you found it intruiging and cute. He was driving his RB19 and drifting his golf cart in his dreams. Although this time you werent sure what to make of it. "Do we have whipped cream?" He must've been dreaming right? "Yeah, love. In the right door in the fridge." You nodded, pretty convinced that he was out.

And you were wrong. Putting your book down, you felt the bed dip before bouncing. Looking back you found the blond putting his boxers on. You turned on your back, reaching a hand out for him, which he took. Max kneeled on the bed, kissing your knuckles gently before your lips. "Keep reading, Shatje." [love]

You watched him walk put of the room confused, nonetheless going back to the book. You heard the fridge open and close and within seconds max was back in the room, climbing on the mattress and shaking the whipped cream can. You raised an eyebrow at him. Max never really showed and rebellion towards his dietary restrictions, what could he possibly be doing.

You were definitely not expecting him to flip you on your stomach. You were surprised, to say the least. "Max?--" You heard the loud shrrrrp before you felt the sweat on your back. More accurately, down your spine tattoo. You were about to ask what he was going to do when you felt his hot mouth on your skin.

A loud moan dripping from your mouth at the sensation of your lover practically sucking whipped cream of your spine and leaving heavy pickiest with it. You tried to get up, squirming a little. You tried to push the rest of the blanket away since it was only covering you waist under. "Max--" You called for him again, feeling yourself squirm.

"No fair." It came out as more of a whine as he continued to spray the topping on you before sucking it off. "Max, please." You whined again. "Please." You reached a hand back trying to hold him or something only to find your wrist held tight.

You weren't sure if you were still happy about getting the tattoo. It's been a few weeks since you walked out of the tat shop and Max has been stuck to your back since. You haven't even seen his face during sex because you're either always in reverse cowgirl or prone. You have to admit, you are practically jealous of your back at this point.

You tried to wriggle, turning in your spot. Max looked down at you with a pout, adjusting his weight over you so he could kiss you gently. You savoured it, kissing him back with your hands on his neck and shoulder. He tasted like whipped cream, you weren't really expecting another flavour on his tongue. But you enjoyed it. You didn't want to pull away.

"Schat." Max mumbled trying to pull away and turn you back over. "Noo." You whined, doing you best to stay up right. "I want kisses to. Not fair my back gets all the attention." Max chuckled at your behaviour, a small smile as he looked down at your pout. "You want me up right?" He asked, watching you lean up. "Mhm." You nodded, kissing all over his neck and his shoulders.

He held you from your jaw, pulling you in a rough kiss. Squeezed you eyes shut, your arched your body up to meet Max's only for hi to push you down. "Be a good girl." He said between kisses, pining your wrists by your head. You haven't even noticed that he'd pulled his boxers down until you felt his tip rest on your clit.

"We're gonna be quiet because the neighbours have guests over." Max reminded you, adjusting himself on top of you. You let him spread your legs and settle properly. You were already pretty warmed up from the events last night so it was an easy slip in. Max had covered your mouth with his hand as to muffle the loud moan.

He let go of your wrists, which immediately wrapped around his chest. The blond leaned down on his forearms till your bodies were pretty much pressed up into each other. The moans echoed in your mouth as the thrusts began, your eyes closing out of instinct. "look at you." Max whispered, picking up his speed with each thrust.

He a left a long kiss on the underside of your jaw, feeling the vibrations of your moans on his lips. Reaching for the whipped cream, he shook the can before spraying some in his mouth before leaning in for another rough kiss.

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[vienssunshine]

Beg me please to let you in me

pairing: Yuuta Okkotsu x fem!reader nsfw: dom!reader, sub!Yuuta word count: 1.6k author's note: last work from the poll! the title from the song "vegas" by joseline hernandez. description: after a long mission, all Yuuta wants is you.

Yuuta is assigned harder and longer missions due to his position as the second strongest sorcerer of the modern age. Though he lives to protect others from curses, he hates to be sent away, especially for extended periods of time, because it keeps him away from you. And god does he miss you and your touch.

After a three-week mission–or a three week deprivation–it doesn’t take long for Yuuta to find your room. You let him in when he knocks on your door all pent-up and needy, but decide to not give him what he wants, at least not before teasing him a bit.

Propped up on some pillows against the headboard of your bed, you grin down at the sorcerer nestled between your thighs. Yuuta is sloppily licking his tongue over your glistening cunt, whining as he tries to cope with the aching erection straining through his pants. His desire is so powerful it’s painful, but you won’t let him touch himself, only permitting him to eat you out, knowing it turns him on even more. 

“Please,” Yuuta whimpers, looking up from your folds. The lower half of his face is shining from your wetness as he stares up at you, sad eyes glazed over with lust. “Please let me inside you.” 

You lift your chin up, enjoying the pleading expression spread across his flushed face. God, he needs you. All the more reason to make him wait. “I don’t think you’re asking nicely enough.”

Your response pulls a frustrated whine from Yuuta’s throat, but you have none of it, simply telling him to show you how much he wants it while pushing his face back down to your wet cunt. 

He moans as he opens his mouth to lick and suck at your hot flesh. It’s difficult for him to reconcile how having his mouth against your cunt, feeling you quake and jolt, feels so good and how, at the same time, it’s making his rock-hard erection ache more and more every second it remains neglected. 

Your fingers knot into his black hair as he worships your wet folds with his tongue and mouth, and the sensation pulls a pretty whine from his throat. 

“Mmph-s’good...need you-”

His hands tighten around your thighs and he presses his eyes shut, enduring the hot lust rolling through his poor body. It’s been so long since he’s seen you, and you’re so pretty, and the noises you make when he licks you—he can’t take it anymore. 

Yuuta begins to buck his hips against the mattress, just desperate to relieve some of the ache.

It takes you a second to notice—Yuuta is very good with his tongue, especially when pushed to his breaking point—but when you do, you move back and place your foot against his shoulder, pushing him away from you.

“M’sorry,” he says, breathing heavily, “You’re just so…it’s been so long…” His head drops down. He can’t even function anymore; the lust overtaking him has rendered his body and mind useless. All he can do is beg for you to make him feel better.

It may be time to show him some mercy. 

You tilt your head as you knead your foot into the strong muscle of his shoulder. “Sounds like you want me to take care of you.”

He looks back up at you, desperation radiating off of his shaking body. “Please fuck me,” Yuuta whispers. He presses a kiss to the ankle near his face. “Please.”

You suppose he’s earned it. Aside from that little slip-up—pleasuring himself without permission—he’s been so good. And he worked so hard on his mission. It’s funny how you pretend the fact that your hole is crying out to be filled by him isn’t a factor in your decision. 

Dropping your foot from his shoulder, you lean forward to cup Yuuta's face. Of course he melts into your touch, pressing his warm cheek into the palm of your hand—so needy for the slightest show of affection. He’s begun to rut into the mattress once more, pressing the bulge in his underwear to the firm but soft surface, desperate for friction that can offer any small bit of relief from his overwhelming desire. You’ll let him get away with it this time. 

You use your hand on his face to guide him forward as you lean back, bringing him on top of you until you feel the erection straining through his briefs press against your wet cunt. His gasp from the contact is silenced when you pull him into a messy kiss.

Your grip on his jaw keeps his face to yours as you slip your tongue into his mouth. He moans, and your other hand travels down to his clothed length, beginning to gently stroke it. His underwear is wet with precum. 

“Please, I can’t-I can’t take it anymore-”

“You’re doing great, Yuuta,” you purr, “I’m gonna make you feel better, okay?”

He exhales, pained. “Okay,” he chokes out. 

“Now take these off,” you say, tugging at his waistband. 

He sits back and they’re clumsily pulled off before you can blink. You’re greeted with his fully erect dick with a reddened tip that’s leaking precum. His arousal looks painful, no wonder he was so quick to beg you for help. 

You look up to Yuuta to see a deep blush burning on his cheeks. He brings his hands up to cover his face. 

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Yuuta,” you say, tugging at his forearms,  “C’mon, let me see your pretty face.” 

Though it takes him a second, he listens, dropping his hands down into his lap. “So much better,” you say, running your fingers through his black hair, his eyes fluttering at the sensation. Then you ease him back on top of you and wrap your hand around his length—it’s throbbing underneath your touch—and align it with your wet hole. He squirms, having to fight against the strong urge his body has to enter you immediately.

“Can…can I…?” Yuuta asks. It’s impressive he can form a question, he’s barely able to think straight.

“You can put it inside,” you respond, smiling up at the nervous boy. 

He takes a deep breath before bringing his hips forward and finally, finally pushing himself inside of you. Your entrance offers little resistance, wetness slicking your insides so Yuuta’s full length slips into you with only one thrust. His breath hitches and the arms holding him up above you shake, almost giving out at the blissful sensation. 

“Feeling better?” you ask, eyes roaming over his expression. His face is contorted in pleasure, eyebrows pressed together and jaw clenched after only one stroke. 

“Feels…so good.” He speaks carefully, as if even just describing the sensation could make him cum. He doesn't move after he realizes how close he already is, trying to regain control over himself. Only, you want to keep feeling him. 

“You can move, y’know,” you tease. 

“I know…just need a second,” he says. 

He exhales sharply as he brings his hips back, dragging his length through your gummy walls and then pushing into them once more. His fingers tighten around the sheets by your head, his hands planted on either side of you, his face hovering above yours. 

Typically, you like to ride him, to pin him down with your hips and have him writhe in pleasure underneath you as you bounce up and down on him. But you might like this even more, watching how he winces and whimpers when he’s the one moving himself inside of you, the tight hug of your walls just too much.

It might have been better if you were the one in charge of the pace as, though he's moving now, he's slow and hesitant, taking frequent pauses. Even after you’ve teased him so much despite him already being so pent-up from his mission, he wants to do the impossible and last longer for you.

“It’s okay, Yuuta,” you say, brushing some hair out of his face, “I know you want to cum.”

“But-” he protests until he cuts himself off with a gasp when you grab his hips, encouraging him to thrust in and out of you more quickly. 

“You’ve been so good,” you tell him, “Makin’ me feel so good…I think you deserve a reward.”

He groans his response, the sound thickly coated with arousal. He has been so good, hasn’t he? He does deserve a reward. Yuuta buries his face into your neck, wrapping his arms around your body as he humps himself into you.

You gasp, he’s being rougher now, plunging his dick in and out of you with a force that contrasts the way he’s whining so sweetly in your ear, occasionally moaning about how much he loves you. Your hands travel up from your hips to rest on his back, pulling him closer into you, wanting to feel him more and deeper. 

“Fuck…love you…s’much.” His words are hard to understand, mostly cut off by moans, but you’re able to make out that he appreciates being back with you. 

His arms cradle your head, fingers tangled in your hair, as he continues to rut into you, chasing the orgasm he’s been so desperately craving all those lonely nights away from you. 

“M’gonna cum, gonna cum deep inside you,” he says, hips losing their rhythm, his neediness fully consuming him as he fucks himself into you.

“Uh huh, cum inside me like a good boy,” you coo into his ear. 

He moans, and you feel his cock twitch inside you, shooting out white ropes of cum. Yuuta whines, continuing to thrust himself into you with a few last uneven strokes. Then, utterly exhausted after his mission and your ruthless teasing, he collapses on top of you, hot pants fanning against your neck.

“Did so good,” you say, stroking his black hair. You know the sensation of cumming can be a lot for him, so you soothe him as best you can as he comes down from such a powerful orgasm.

He melts into you, the full weight of his shaking body on top of yours.

“I’m never going on a mission longer than a week again,” he murmurs into your neck, “Miss you too much.”

#yuuta okkotsu smut #yuuta x reader #okkotsu yuuta #yuuta x you #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader

[shes2real]

The stuff you write is so good! I would love to see something for The Rock or Solo.

Run My Mouth ♡

Featuring 🌷: solo sikoa + female!reader

Warning ☁️: protected p in v, dirty talk, rough sex, 18+ Minors, please don’t interact. Thanks! ୨୧

Word count 🌷: 1k

Scenario ☁️: Known for running your mouth, Solo is the perfect candidate to shut it for you.

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Being a heel is so much fun in WWE. It’s 100x easier when it comes naturally. All your life you’ve been called a mean girl or boujee but you’ve just always taken it as a compliment. In reality, your friends just think you need some dick.

As you walked backstage after your match with Zelina Vega, you caught sight of your best friend, Naomi, cuddled up with her husband, Jimmy Uso. A twinge of jealousy flickered within you, but it quickly dissipated when you noticed Solo Sikoa sitting nearby. The Usos were fine as hell, but there was something about Solo's quiet demeanor that intrigued you.

You slid onto the sofa beside him, tossing your hair, "So, is this an act or what?"

Solo's response was a simple raise of his eyebrow, his expression unreadable as he observed you. “I bet you know how to talk a bitch through it,” you purred, leaning closer, the mixture of your sweat and perfume alluring him, “when you gone let me find out?” As you awaited his response, he walked away from you.

•••

After settling into your hotel room for the night, you notice the subtle click of the door locking behind you before making your way to the elevator. Jimmy walks up to you, handing you a piece of paper. “The fuck is that?” You mugged him, crossing your arms. He reveals it came from Solo as you quickly unfolded it. Your eyes widening as you read the hotel room number scrawled across the page. You looked up to see Jimmy fighting back laughter.

“Is this a joke? Cause I swear-“

He held his hands up in surrender, “Nah, it came from bro. You should’ve seen your face," he snorted, mimicking your shocked expression with a smirk. He extended his hand to dap you up, but you just looked at him, rolling your eyes before heading to the elevator, not even bothering to entertain his nonsense.

As you strut towards Room 1221, you feel flutters in your stomach. Was it your nerves or were you already growing wetter by the minute? Before you could lift your hand to knock on the door, he opens it, staring at you with low eyes.

A towel was wrapped around him as water dripped from his hair, it was evident that he’d just showered.

“Oh my-“ you started, but before you could finish, Solo pulled you into the room, shutting and locking the door behind him. Solo liked that slick mouth, but he knew that she had a breaking point and only he would be the one to take her there.

As you stood in utter shock, Solo’s hand wrapped around your throat. You involuntarily moaned, causing a smirk to creep up on his face. “You liked that shit, huh?” He muttered.

For once you found yourself speechless. His grip grew tighter around your neck, "Ain’t got shit to say?" Your eyes rolled and you managed to breathe out, “Solo,” in a desperate plea. You didn’t even know what you wanted to say.

Before you knew it, his arms were wrapped around your thighs, causing you to squirm a bit. "Aye," He chuckled. "Relax." Using his thick thumb, he rubbed up and down against your slit, grinning at your wetness.

“Ain’t even did shit and you this wet?”

Moaning, you reached down and grabbed his wrist, "Move yo hand,” He commanded, looking up at you. "You gon’ take what the fuck I give you." You felt his thumb press against your clit, rubbing fast circles. “Oh shit!” You cried out, your hips jerking. As he toyed with your clit, he never broke eye contact with you. As your hips began to buck under his touch, you looked at him with teary eyes.

“Cum.”

You released, jerking harshly as you moaned his name. He hummed, rubbing your thigh soothingly. Getting up, he grabbed his wallet and grabbed a condom. You watched as he dropped the towel and rolled the condom on, there was no way in hell that all of that would fit.

“Arch ya back for me.” You turned around, deeply arching your back. Mentally and physically bracing yourself as his hands ran up and down your ass before he slid inside of you.

He remained still as you tried your hardest to take him. “So..big” you hissed. Solo held your hip while the other pushed down on your back, “You can take it,” he said, putting that one leg up. He started to thrust, and all that could be heard was your moans and the sound of your bodies colliding.

“Fuck, yo pussy tight.” He growled before pushing your head into the mattress. Your poor screams were muffled as he was drilling you, admiring the way you began to coat his dick.

“Just needed me to pipe yo ass down, huh?”

You moaned out a muffled, “Yesssssss” eventually reaching your hand back to push him away. “All that mouth and you running?” He taunted before throwing his head back. He felt himself close and he could tell you were too. Wrapping his hand into your hair, he pulled you back up, “Pleaseeee…” You sobbed.

Taunting you, he slowed down. You began to swivel your hips and throw it back on him, chasing your orgasm. He groaned before pulling out, sitting down at the head of the bed,

“Ride out your nut, baby."

He helped you onto him as you eased down onto his dick, your legs began to tremble. Solo quickly held your hips while you bounced on him, watching your face as it contorted in pleasure. “Ohhh..Solo!” You whined as he began to thrust his hips into you, helping you ride out your orgasm.

“Let it out baby,” He groaned, you shook harder as he rubbed your back, “Mhm” His strokes began to come to a halt as he nutted inside of the condom. He continued to hold you close to him as you drifted off to sleep, smirking softly at your soft snores.

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Thanks for reading babe ☁️🌷

・❥ ・ @kumapassion @romanreignsbae @pittieprincess22 @cyberdejos2 @xoxoril3yyy @rwbypatootie @solefae @adoreesun @alyyaanna @shantinextdoor

#wwe smut #wwe imagines #the bloodline x reader #requests! 𐙚 #solo sikoa #solo sikoa smut #solo sikoa fanfiction #sefa fatu

[gabessquishytum]

Hob wakes up (in a hotel room not his own) with the following, in no particular order (but take a guess at which registered highest on the list):

1. A massive headache;

2. In bed with an empty bottle of high end whiskey;

3. A mouth that tastes like that whiskey & someone else's privates (yes, he can tell. don't ask!);

4. *sigh* what is most likely a pubic hair stuck to his tongue (it's making his dry throat itch);

5. A body that feels like he enjoyed himself last night; and

6. A heavy, fucking, jewel-encrusted ring on his ring finger. That he's almost taken his eye out with, twice already.

There's a short lacy black dress, and heels, crumpled on the ground near the bed that looks a little ripped and (what Hob fears is) a very official looking marriage license on the nightstand. What he does not appear to have is his new spouse.

Then his phone starts to ring (at least he didn't lose that) and the hotel room door begins to open --- letting into the room the most gorgeous darked haired pale skinned beauty (and not just because it looks like he has coffee), who seemed to be wearing Hob's clothes (absolutely swallowed by Hob's shirt) and sporting a fetching blush as he notices Hob's wakeful state. Oh!

Hob picking up his phone while staring.

Hob: Yes. distractedly

Joanna: Where are you? You're not in your room and if we don't hustle you're going to be late for your interview/sound check/run through.

Hob: Yeah, about that. You need to reschedule.

Joanna: What?!? Hob we've been working towards this for....*wah, wah, white noise*

Hob: Yep. Great. Thanks for handling it. *hangs up in [rude ~Joanna will have his balls for this] hot new husband facination.*

Also Hob (with besotted hand out): Hi Beautiful.

Oh, they're such himbos. I absolutely adore them.

Dream is so nervous as he comes into the room!! His new husband (Robert, according to the paperwork) looks about as starstruck and confused as Dream feels. He remembers so little of the night before. Only that he'd found out via family groupchat about Desire getting married (again), and commiserated (Dream wants, with all his heart, to be married) with a strange man at the bar. A strange man who is now his husband. Who apparently also thinks that Dream is beautiful.

Dream holds out his hand, and Robert kisses it. He must be blushing. "I'm Dream." He says. "I think we may be a little late to get an annulment." He eyes the distinctly used condoms on the floor.

"Is it bad that I'm absolutely thrilled that you can't immediately leave me?" Robert says. He's very handsome, in Dream’s opinion. All stubble and laughter lines. Dream knows that he's blushing, pulling the sleeves of Robert's shirt over his hands.

"I would be grateful not follow up the news of my wedding to my family with an immediate divorce." He admits. "And I liked you well enough last night. Apparently. I'm sure we could spend a day together."

And that's how Dream learns that he is: a) married to up and coming rockstar Hob Gadling and b) attends his first ever gig in Vegas with a backstage pass. Hob delightedly introduces Dream to everyone as "my husband". Jo nearly quits her job, the fans go wild... and Dream decides to enjoy his honeymoon. With Hob. In the greenroom. On his knees, mostly. Except for the 30 minutes he spends bouncing in Hob’s lap.

No one is really surprised when the marriage is a complete and utter... success. Hob has given himself a black eye with his wedding ring, but he's never taking it off.

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft

[epicbuddieficrecs]

Weekly Recap | March 4th-10th 2024

IT'S PREMIERE WEEK!!!!

Complete

🔥Eddie Diaz vs The Feelings by ElvenSorceress/ @elvensorceress (S6, Sexuality Crisis, Demisexual Eddie | 62K | Explicit): Eddie dives into the mysteries of attraction, romantic love, and asexuality because there's a good chance he's fallen in love with his best friend. AKA demisexual!Eddie figures out he’s demi and finds the happily ever after he’s been longing for

🔥 tell me that i’m all you want (even when i break your heart) by asteriasera/ @asteriasera (Post-S6, Exes to Lovers | 12K | Teen): Buck and Eddie kiss one night, fall in love and don’t say it, then forget to fall out of it when they break up and try to move on with their lives.

Buddie, You're Hot by chronicallystendan (Coming Out, Friends to Fiances | 1K | Teen): Buck is helping Eddie get ready for a date when he ends up outing himself as bi – something he thought Eddie already knew. Wasn't it obvious? - Eddie pursed his lips as he tried not to laugh. "Careful," he said. "That sounded a little bit gay." "A little?" Buck snorted. "Eddie, if you weren't straight, I would be all over you." Eddie's lips parted in surprise and his eyebrows pinched together slightly. "What?"

You Should've Just Kissed Me by chronicallystendan (Post S6E13: Mixed Feelings, Misunderstanding | 2K | Teen): Set after the Poker Date Night, Buck overhears Eddie talking about being set up on a date and wonders aloud why Eddie doesn't just explain that he's already in a relationship - with Buck. -

I'd shine up the old brown shoes, I'd put on a brand-new shirt by trysetmeonfire/ @try-set-me-on-fire (S7 Spec | 3K | Teen): Chris is going on his first date. Eddie calls Buck for backup.

how's your head? (haven't had any complaints) by bucksclipboard (Pre-Buddie | 2K | Mature): When he glanced over, Buck had already drifted off to sleep. He looked so innocent, Eddie almost couldn’t believe what had come out of his mouth mere seconds ago. Almost. Because he was 100 percent sure he’d heard it. or: you can’t just make this kind of joke and forget about it

a place where i feel at home by Tizniz/ @tizniz (Established Buddie | 3K | General): Moments like these remind Buck how much Eddie knows and loves him. Others would push and push Buck when he’s tired and struggling with his words, trying and failing to string together his thoughts, which he can barely do when he’s wide awake and alert. But Eddie never pushes. OR: Sleepy Buck wants cuddles with his boyfriend.

Cooperative Species of the Southern Coastal Husbro by Mad_Lori/ @madlori (Future Fic, Buddie Wedding, Outsider POV | 11K | Teen): In which Abby Clark attends Buck and Eddie's wedding. (Part 6 of Life Cycles of the Southern Coastal Husbro)

a madman and a minstrel by Maira/ @carrierofthepaperclips (Getting Together | 2K | Teen): ...or, the one where Eddie is drugged and confesses his feelings for Buck. To Buck.

and i always will by Maira/ @carrierofthepaperclips (Getting Together | 2K | Mature): ... or, the one where Eddie answers the wrong phone.

Through The Open Window by inkinmyheartandonthepage (Madney Wedding, Getting Together | 2K | General): At the reception of Maddie and Chimney wedding, Eddie stumbles across a Buckley sibling moment and overhears something he probably wasn't meant to hear just yet.

The Night Shift by Veronae (Getting Together | 2K | Teen): “I think I’m in love with Eddie.” Heart pounding against his breastbone, Eddie gripped the handrail of the staircase so hard his fingers turned numb. Buck. That was Buck’s voice.

lay your cards down, down, down by 42hrb/ @exhuastedpigeon (Post-S6, , Married in Vegas | 6K | Mature): Buck and Eddie get drunk at Chim's bachelor party and wake up married.

For the rest of my life (for the rest of yours) by JamesPearce911/ @diazsdimples (Post-S6, Established (secret) Buddie | 10K | General): OR Buck, Eddie and Christopher go to the zoo to see the baby hippo and Eddie gets all up in his feels about it.

normal again? by disasterbuckdiaz/ @disasterbuckdiaz (S7 Spec | 1K | General): Buck and Eddie talk in the gym about what happened at the cruise call

take my hand (take my whole life too) by Maira/ @carrierofthepaperclips (Magical Realism AU | 5K | Teen): ... or, the one where Buck thinks he's allergic to Eddie.

Fractals from the Lightning Bolt by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (One Shots Collection | 52/54 | 95K | Not Rated): A collection of oneshots, some originally posted on tumblr. Each chapter is individually rated.

52. Release the Swimmers (PWP, Explicit)

WIP

🔥 because we'll all arrive in heaven alive by callmenewbie/ @puppyboybuckley (Post-S6, Disaster Fic | 8/10 | 51K | Explicit): During a search and rescue, Eddie disappears without a trace, leaving Buck to grapple with the sudden possibility of a life without him.

🔥 Things We're All Too Young to Know by Daisies_and_Briar / @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon S1-S6, S7 Spec | 121/? | 369K | Mature): This is a love story. Even if it doesn’t always look like it. Even if it doesn’t always feel like it. A look back on Eddie and Buck's lives up to now, and what led them to each other, interpreted from the current 9-1-1 canon.

🔥 Any Other Way by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergent, S2 | 5/18 | 32K | Mature): In a switcheroo alternate universe, Buck spends young adulthood in the military, while Eddie, who has no idea Christopher exists, spends his twenties messing around, finally enjoying freedom away from his family’s expectations. When they both end up in Los Angeles, at the 118, some things are different, and others will be the same in any universe.

Kiss Me Once Cause You Know I Had A Long Night by I_still_dont_understand_13 / @sherlockcrossing (Prompt collection | 28/? | 18K | Teen): 100 kiss prompts.

28. 17. Sliding your hands down your lover's chest 

🔥 if i need to rearrange my particles — i will for you. by dylaesthetics (Post-S6, Identity Porn | 9/11 | 22K | Teen): OR Buck joins a support app for first responders and matches with a firefighter who has PTSD and a kid who likes giraffes, apparently.

#buddie #buddie fanfiction #buddie fic rec #buddie fanfic #buddie fic #epic buddie fic rec

[paleprincessturtle]

hi would love to see a harvey specter fanfic that had some angst but ends in a nice fluffy moment!

Hi! Thank you so much for the request. Hope you enjoy this one!

Cakes and Flowers

You always knew that Harvey had zero to no patience. So when he abruptly asked you to marry him in the middle of the week—Tuesday night, to be exact—as much as it was such a surprise, you always knew Harvey couldn't wait that long to live up to all the romantic things he planned on how to propose to you. So there it was: Wednesday morning, you suddenly became a lefty. Everyone was thrilled, to say the least, and more puzzled as to why you left work on Tuesday evening not engaged and came back the next morning totally glowing from being someone's fiancée.

It was only the third day of you being engaged. You were cooking dinner while Harvey sat by the island, and some documents spread in front of him. "Is that the Winchester case?" you asked as you chopped up some carrots. "Yes," Harvey answered as he nodded. "Need help?" you asked as you rounded the island to stand beside Harvey. You wiped your hands on your apron and leaned down to get a better look at what Harvey was reading. As you read what was on the documents, you felt Harvey's eyes on you. Watching you intently with a mere distance between the two of you. "Let's elope in Vegas; we'll go first thing in the morning tomorrow," Harvey said as you turned your head slowly to face him. You looked deeply into his captivating brown eyes, searching for any glimpses of jokes. No. You know him too well; he was being serious. "Harvey?" you chuckled in disbelief at what he just proposed the two of you should do over the weekend. Harvey took your hand as he stared at you, eyes full of love, full of passion. "I don't want to wait any longer; marry me tomorrow; be my wife." Harvey took your hand and gave it a chaste kiss. You smiled down at him, he waited for your answer.

No, you didn't cave into the puppy's eyes that Harvey pulled the whole night AND the whole weekend. You finally convinced Harvey that on their wedding day, you and Harvey must've wanted your closest friends and family to be there. You convinced Harvey that he was making a rash decision that he would regret later. Despite all the convincing you successfully did, Harvey only gave you 3 months to prepare for the wedding. It wasn't like you wanted a big wedding anyway. But a wedding is a wedding, and you wanted it to be as perfect as it could get. Upon this request, you also successfully made Harvey promise to help you with the wedding preparation. Harvey couldn't care less about the venue, cakes, or dress you wear. You could wear a burlap sack, and Harvey would be as happy as a kid on Christmas morning. But you still wanted to involve Harvey in this; it was his wedding day too.

That day, Harvey had to pick you up from a client's office since you had to be there at their board meeting. It was already pouring even before Harvey arrived. You sighed as you saw how bad the rain was, and there you saw Harvey's car. You could just call Harvey to tell Ray to go get you an umbrella. To think again, you were sure that Harvey would fetch you himself. You stayed there for a full minute, contemplating the distance from the entrance door to Harvey's car. You could use your bag. You glanced down at your bag. Oh, the pretty leather. But you decided not to bother Ray or Harvey. So there you were, in your pencil skirt and high heels. Ready to run. Just as you stepped into the rain, you felt your phone buzz. It must be Harvey, you thought. But there was no way in hell you would stop to pick up whoever was calling you. As you opened the door, Harvey was ready to scold you. You could see it in his face. You were drenched. It was far, but it was raining cats and dogs. Harvey was about to open his mouth, but you raised your hand at him as you tried to fish out your phone. The buzzing was persistent. "Hi Evelyn," you answered, phone between your shoulder and ear. "What? No, I already told you I wanted my bouquet to look neat while giving wildflowers. What? No, no, no. I told you, white and soft pink. No, not peach. Have you ordered it?" You listened with the little to no patience left in you. Thank God she hadn't ordered anything. "Haven't I told you to run this by my fiancé? I was in a meeting the whole afternoon." Again, you listened to your wedding planner. You turned to look at Harvey and the information Evelyn gave you. "Okay, Evelyn. You got everything covered?" You exchanged goodbyes after Evelyn told you she had everything under control. You just stared at Harvey as he raised his eyebrows at you. "What is it?" Harvey asked; he seemed oblivious. "You told Evelyn the roses at our wedding would be peach and white?" you asked in disbelief, especially after you briefed him on what to say when Evelyn called to make sure about the flower arrangements since you wouldn't be able to pick up her call. "I said soft pink, she asked peach, and I said yes. I thought she knew colors better than me, so I just said yes." Harvey answered nonchalantly. You sighed as the growing pain in your temple throbbed. "You didn't even try, Harvey!" You raised your voice at him. Harvey watched you as you rubbed your eyes. "Hey, I'm sorry. Okay? I thought it was the same color, and it was my fault that I didn't check on it. I'm sorry, okay?" Harvey took both your hands as he kissed them. You looked at Harvey with teary eyes. You never wanted a big wedding, but you wanted this to be perfect. Couldn't Harvey just understand that? "Oh, my sweet sunshine, don't cry. Please, I'm sorry." You felt the tears were impossible to hold as you started sobbing. Harvey took you in his arms and got his clothes wet in the process. "It won't happen again. It must be tiring to prepare for this wedding in such a short time. I'll be there for you, okay? I won't happen again."

But, of course, it happened again. Harvey Specter would do whatever Harvey Specter wanted.

You were at the venue, waiting for Harvey. You two were supposed to do cake tasting today. Along with the food selection and the floor plan, basically everything. It was just three weeks before the wedding, and you felt like everything wasn't going as planned. You felt like there were still a million things to do. It was your third glass of champagne. You saw Evelyn grow restless as she made sure of the floor plan. You checked your watch again. He was supposed to be here at 6. It was 8. You felt like you were about to cry. This seemed like your wedding, not your and Harvey's wedding. You walked over to Evelyn and apologetically asked for a reschedule. Evelyn, who probably saw the unshed tears of frustration in your eyes, kindly agreed.

It felt odd walking through the hallway, not in your working attire. It was always dresses, blouses, shirts, skirts, pants, and high heels. Today you were just dressed in a knit sweater, jeans, and loafers. It was a little over 9 pm when you reached Harvey's office. Harvey didn't even acknowledge your existence until you walked inside and sat on the sofa. "Sunny? Hey, I thought you were at home. Is everything okay? I'm a little busy here." Harvey then stood and walked over to you. You stood up abruptly before he even reached you. Harvey stopped, and just then he saw that you'd been crying. "What's wrong?" Again, Harvey tried to step closer to you, but you took a step back. "Cakes, floor plan. Ring a bell?" You could hear Harvey curse under his breath. "I swear to you, I forgot." Harvey was about to reach for you, but you raised your hand. "Like you forgot everything else regarding our wedding! Every fucking thing!" you shouted at him, but your voice came out hoarse. "I wanted this to be perfect, Harvey. For you, for me," a sob escaped as you messily tried to wipe the tears with the sleeve of your sweater. "You were adamant about proposing, about getting married; now that we are about to get married, you suddenly acted like none of this matters!" Harvey stood still as his heart broke, seeing you in tears. "You know what?" You took the heavy ring from your ring finger and put it loudly on the coffee table. Harvey watched you in horror. "If you aren't even ready for wedding preparations, forget ever being married. Being married will take more than flowers and cakes." With that, you left. Not turning back even when you heard Harvey calling out your name.

You quickly went to Harvey's apartment to take your apartment's keys. You couldn't remember the last time you stayed at your place. After moving in with Harvey, your apartment seemed to cease to exist.

But the thought of being alone in your apartment seemed depressing. So you walked around Central Park. You developed the habit of twirling your engagement ring when you were thinking. As you walked around, you were unconsciously about to twirl the ring, but it wasn't there. For a second, your heart stopped beating. Then you remember taking it off. You found a nearby bench and just sat there for, God knows, how long.

You finally decided to go to your apartment. It felt odd not to go to Harvey's. It was just a little over 11 when you opened the door.

"Harvey?"

You said in disbelief as you saw Harvey, still in his suit, standing over your dining table. His back was facing you; he seemed to be arranging something. Upon hearing your voice, Harvey jumped a bit. "I didn't hear you coming." Harvey smiled as he saw you. But his heart clenched when he saw your face all blotchy from crying. "What are you doing here? How did you know?" you questioned him as you walked further inside. You saw some plates; dome-shaped lids covered those plates. "When I got back, you weren't there. When I checked, your apartment's keys weren't there. So I figured you'd be here." You nodded at his explanation. "What are those?" You pointed to the dining table. "Come, sit with me," Harvey said. He offered you his hand while he waited for you to take it. But you walked past it as Harvey sighed. The two of you sat side by side. "I knew I missed the cake tasting. So I called Evelyn, and she helped me arrange our own cake tasting." Harvey said as he opened the lids one by one. You saw the familiar cakes you saw earlier. But you could see that these were fresh slices. "I messed up, again," Harvey turned to you as he took your hands. The warmth of his hand, the sincere look on his face. You cried again. "I'm sorry, I really am. There are no justifications for what I did. I will say nothing, but I'm sorry. I regret everything I did. God, when I saw you take off the ring, I thought I was about to drop dead." Harvey cleared his throat as his voice wavered. He then chuckled dryly before continuing, "I thought I lost you forever. How am I going to live without the only source of sunshine in my life?" His thumb caressed your tear-stained cheek. "I'm sorry too; I wasn't supposed to be so childish, leaving just like that," you whispered as you leaned into his touch. "No, it was never your fault. You are tired, and I didn't even try to help you." Harvey gave you a small smile, and you smiled back at him.

"I don't know," Harvey started, his mouth still filled with cake. "This one and this one," Harvey pointed at the black forest and chocolate truffle. You were too full of cakes to think about which one was which. Instead of taking bites, you and Harvey ended up finishing like 2 slices of each cake. "But you know what?" Harvey pointed a fork at you, and you just raised an eyebrow at him, too full to say anything. "I like the vanilla with fruit ones." You nodded. "Yeah, I like that too. So, is that the one we're choosing?" Harvey looked deep in thought. "If you like it, then yes." After Harvey heard you mumble a yes, he made a note on his phone. "What's that for?" you asked. "I gotta call Evelyn tomorrow to tell her that we've decided on the cake." He looked up from his phone, and you smiled at him. He smiled back at you and gave you a peck. "And I've rescheduled the food tasting, and we can also see the floor plan and everything tomorrow at 6. Does that work for you?" You smiled widely at him as you nodded. "Okay, awesome." He typed some more on his phone before he finally looked back at you. "We need to do one more thing." Harvey chuckled as you groaned. "Don't fret," Harvey said as he smeared icing on your lips. "I need to eat the rest of the cakes off of you."

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#harvey specter #harvey specter fanfic #harvey specter imagines #harvey specter fan fiction #harvey specter x reader #suits harvey specter #suits tv #harvey specter imagine

[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

Just Do It

Request: Hi I don’t know if you’re still taking asks and I hate when people ask me stuff when my inbox is closed, but if you are could you please write a Roy Kent x reader with an age gap? That’s literally all I have and I know you touched on it it Superstar and I totally get it if you don’t have time/don’t want to! Love your writing so much and hope your time in Vegas is fun!

Roy Kent x Reader

0.9k words

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, age gap (ages not mentioned, but reader is in their 20s, Roy is early 40s)

A/N: Thanks for the request! I hope you like it ❤️❤️ (also, Vegas was lots of fun, just way too hot for my taste!)

Roy sat in the corner of Ola’s watching you carefully as you chatted with some of the players. You’d been working at Nelson Road for a couple of months now, and he’d fallen hard and fast for you. Of course, people noticed. Rebecca found any reason she could to send you to the coaches’ office. Keeley asked him almost daily if he thought you looked pretty that particular day. Jamie kept leaving Viagra advertisements on his desk. Even Beard gave him a little nudge every time you walked by. It seemed like everyone at the Dog Track knew how he felt except, well, you.

“Watcha lookin’ at Coach?” Jamie stood over Roy, following the older man’s gaze. “Ohhh.”

Roy scowled. “Oh, what?” Roy knew what. He knew exactly what.

Jamie grinned. “Just ask her out already, lad. She’s not gonna say no, I swear.”

“And why is that?” Roy huffed, taking a long swig of his beer.

“Well for one, I bet she was raised to respect her elders.”

A low growl escaped from the depths of Roy’s lungs. “That’s why I’m not going to fucking ask her out. She’s what, like your age? No thanks. I don’t need all the jokes about being old enough to be her dad or asking her to move into a nursing home with me or whatever jokes you’ve been saving in a notebook.”

Jamie shrugged. “I actually write them in the notes app on my phone. Because I’m not an old man.”

“Yeah, you can fucking leave now,” Roy grumbled, giving Jamie a shove.

Before walking away, Jamie called over his shoulder, “Do what Nike says, Coach. Just do it!”

With a grunt, Roy returned to staring at you. His heartbeat stuttered when you looked up from your conversation with Dani to look his way. Something sparkled in your eyes when you caught him staring that made Roy’s throat go dry. It got worse when you got up and walked over to him, plopping your beer on his table, and dropping yourself into the chair across from him.

“How’s it going?” you asked cheerfully, offering him your best smile.

“Not bad,” he mumbled, tapping his own beer bottle. “Yourself?”

You shrugged. “Mostly okay.” There was something almost glum in your expression.

Roy wasn’t used to that; you almost always had a smile on your face. “Fuck’s wrong?”

There was a long moment of the two of you staring at each other, your mouth slightly open, as if you were trying to figure out what to say. Roy’s mind went rapid wondering what it was. Something about a boyfriend? Were you leaving Richmond? Did you know about Roy’s dumb little crush? Did you want him to leave you the fuck alone?

Finally, you let out a sigh. “Right. Um, so I’m going to ask you something, and you’re going to answer, and then we are going to pretend like this conversation never happened. Deal?”

“Depends on the question,” Roy answered, leaning forward.

Your head tilted back and forth, something Roy often saw you do when you were nervous or thinking hard about something. He thought it was fucking adorable, although now it made him nervous.

Your face was beet red as your fingernails scratched the label on your beer bottle. “I just… was wondering why you haven’t asked me out.”

Fuck. Maybe Jamie was right, maybe Roy was just one good scare away from having a fucking heart attack. His jaw slacked a little as he stared at you, not quite sure what to say. But seeing the fear that swam in the eyes he loved to see, he knew he needed to say something.

“What makes you think I was going to?” Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. The way your shoulders slumped told him that this was the absolute wrong thing to say.

“Oh. Shit.” Your eyes screwed shut. “I am so sorry. I completely misinterpreted things. I’m an absolute knob, thinking that you- and I-” When your eyes opened, Roy swore he saw tears. “Like I said, pretend this never happened.” You shot to your feet, a look of absolute humiliation frozen on your face.

Instinctively, Roy grabbed your wrist, gazing up at you, feeling like his stomach was twisting and untwisting over and over. “Too old,” he mumbled, feeling his own face go red now. “Aren’t I?”

To his surprise, you shrugged. “Dunno. I mean, sure, you’re older than me by a bit. But I don’t really care, if I’m being honest. I dunno, I thought that maybe there was… something.”

Roy licked his lips. Like Nike always said- just do it.

“There is,” he admitted. “At least, for me there is. Something there, I mean.” He ducked his head, ignoring the fact that he still held your wrist in his hand. “I fucking like you.”

A smile replaced your somber expression. “Oh really?” You resumed your seat, sliding your arm back so your hand was in his. “Tell me more.”

Roy glanced down at your hands, a small smirk creeping across his face. “How about I tell you somewhere my team isn’t watching us?” He nodded behind you, where Jamie and Dani and the others were staring at you two with great interest, beaming and holding their breaths.

You raised an eyebrow at Roy. “Roy Kent, are you asking if I want to get out of here?”

“Maybe,” he grunted. “I know a decent place to get a drink. What d’you say?”

Keeping hold of his hand, you stood up and nodded towards the door. “I say let’s do it.”

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[queendarkwolvescolby]

Truth or Dare

Colby x y/n

Requests are open <3 :)

Warnings: Smut18+, unprotected sex, a potential pregnancy, heaving kissing, choking, handcuffs, drunken sex, biting.

You and Kat are at a carnival in Los Vegas and enjoying a nice alcoholic drinks, one each but that was enough to get you buzzed.

“Hey” Kat says. You giggle “What’s up?” You are clearly drunk and so is she.

“Guess who just moved here to Los Vegas and has a hot roommate that is soon going to be mine?” Kat continues.

You look at her confused as she points behind you.

You met eyes with this man and the world frozen, you were sober for a moment. His dark hair with the faded red, his black outfit with the chains bouncing on his legs, the rings on his fingers, and mmm the chain around his neck and how it would be swing forward and backward while he’s on top of yo-.

“Hello? Anyone there?” Colby says snapping you back to Earth. “She’s stargazing over you, she’s fine” Kat said giggling as she then looks back at Sam, the roommate she was talking about.

“Sorry, Hey Colbs. It’s been a while.” You say pulling your drink back up to your mouth.

“Hey, you and Kat are drunk so we will meet yall at the new trap house.” Colby says pulling you into a hug.

You hug him back as you feel his hand gently slide over your ass then he walks away waving.

“Wait, new trap house???” You said turning to Kat

“I’ll explain in the Uber” She giggles.

In the uber Kat explains that they bought the new trap house and everyone’s going to be living in there and blah blah blah.

At the trap house, already mostly unpacked and decorated. You enter the house and Colby greets you, “hey, wanna see my room?”

You look at Kat with a smirk as she nods. You turn back to Colby, “sure why not?”

He smiles and takes your hand leading you to his bedroom.

It’s pretty empty other than the furniture and a few other things. You also notice some empty white claw cans that look recently drank. You lay on his bed as he follows you and lays by you.

“So, what do you think?” He says inching towards you.

“Well, the floor looks kind of empty and your beds kinda cold.” You say moving towards him as well. “Let’s change that, clothes on the floor and bodies on the bed.” He says looking at your lips then back at your eyes.

“Go ahead, I know you want to” you say as you bite your lip.

“You’re right, I do” he said and with that grabbed your face and pulled your lips onto his. He passionately kissed you.

He got on top of you and slid his hand under your shirt up to your throat. As he placed his hand on your throat he slid his tongue inside your mouth.

Yours and his tongue fighting for dominance.

Y’all separate for air.

“I have been waiting to do this for years.” He said then starts kissing your neck, biting it as he goes leaving hickey’s and bite marks everywhere on your body.

“We’ve fucked before Colbs, I was your first and you were mine, and few more times.” You said giggling at the last part.

“Yeah but this time” he starts saying kissing down your chest, “I’m claiming what is mine and only mine from now on.” He says kissing down to your pants and aggressively pulls your pants and underwear down.

He circles your clit with his tongue making you arch your back and breath a moan.

He kisses back up to you while his hand slides back down.

He rubs your clit and whispers “Now baby girl, you’re all mine. This body, this heart and this love… all fucking mine.”

He kisses you while sliding a finger inside of you.

You moan into the kiss and your hand adventures into his pants.

God he’s huge. Trying to tease him, you barely touch the tip and he moans softly breaking the kiss. “Mmm, now thats not what I told you to do, now is it baby girl?” He says as he stops rubbing you.

He takes his pants off and pulls yours the rest of the way off throwing them on the floor. “Get on your knees for me.” He says demanding. You can’t help yourself anymore, it’s so hot you can barely think.

You get on your knees as he slides to the end of the bed where you are. He opens his hands as his cock flies out. “Suck it, baby girl.” He says looking into your eyes, burning your skin, it’s making you crazy.

You put the tip in your mouth and circle the top with your tongue. His head tilts back with a breathless moan.

“Now come on, we love noises now don’t we?” You say teasing him.

“Mm we sure do,” he says as he pushes your mouth down his dick and in doing that moans out loud.

You move your head up and down his dick as his hand was holding your hair and pushing your head.

He lets you come up for air but not for long until he grabs you slamming you back on the bed. He kisses you passionately, biting your lips and taking off your shirt.

You take off his and slide your fingers along his abs.

“Are you ready baby girl?” He said breaking the kiss and spreading your legs.

“Always” You say taking out his handcuffs and putting them on.

“Mm, you know me all to well.” He said grabbing the hand cuff chains that connected your hands and inserted his dick making both of y’all moan.

“Ahh fuck, your so fucking tight love.” He said breathing heavy already.

“Mm, your huge, so it’s not my fault,” you say teasing him.

“Now love, teasing is a brave move right now.” He said, slowly moving.

You moan, “Just fuck me damnit.”

“My pleasure.” He said, picking up the speed. Thrusting in and out hitting the spot every time.

His chain hanging over your face following his movement, his breath heavy and hot. His body sweating and so hot. His dick inside you, warm and throbbing. You never want this to end but can’t last forever and neither can he.

He grabs one of your nipples and starts sucking on it. You moan not able to contain any of the sounds.

“Babe, your so hot underneath me.” He says grabbing the cuffs with one hand and circling your clit with the other.

Both of y’all’s body’s moving together, his dick throbbing and moving in and out of you hitting all the right spots.

“Come on baby, cum for me.” He says slamming his hips into your ass with every thrust.

“T-together.” You manage to moan out.

He nods as he grabs your thighs lifting them up to get more of a handle and deeper into you.

“Ahh, baby baby, I’m gonna cum” He moans with heavy breathing.

“Me too, me too” You moan along with him.

“W-where” He manages to say.

“In-inside..” you moan as he bursts inside of you when a loud moan. With that feeling you, the feeling in your stomach bursts as well.

He collapsed beside you and you cuddle up to him as he cuddled back, both out of breath and extremely tired but satisfied.

Before falling asleep, you managed to say “Good night, my love.” You fell asleep right away.

He blushed, then kissed your forehead. “You know.. I think I’m in love with you.” He said as he looks at you before getting comfortable cuddling with you.

“Good night, darling.” He said, falling asleep with you in his arms.

You wake up being gently shook, “Come on it’s already the afternoon and I made breakfast.” Colby says as you jump up almost knocking over the orange juice on the tray.

Colby had made you a breakfast in bed thing.

“Calm down, it’s okay” Colby says gently.

“My head hurts..” You say calming down and holding your head.

“Hangovers are the worst” He says as he sets the tray on your lap and sitting next to you.

You look down noticing your not clothed. Blushing and embarrassed you look up at Colby.

He laughs, “Yea.. we did.”

You look down and he notices.

“You look disappointed..” He says clearly upset.

“It’s just that.. I’ve had a crush on you for awhile and wanted to move slow with you so I didn’t ruin anything with the group and with yo-“ You continue.

“Hey, hey,” he says cupping your face, “we still can, ok? I won’t say anything to the group and we can take it slow and from the beginning after today.” He says as he kisses your forehead.

Days go by and Colby and you get closer and closer but as a secret.

“Knock knock.” Kat says knocking on the door. You and Colby look at each other and then you quickly hide under the bed.

“Heyyy Kattt” Colby says suspiciously.

“Uh hey, before we do this game tonight, I need to ask a favor.” Kat says entering the room and cracking the door.

“Uh yea what’s up?” Colby replies.

“Can you kinda take it easy on y/n” Kat starts, “she kinda has a crush on you” Kat says with a little smile.

Colby tries not to giggle, “Yeah I can do that, maybe I’ll try to see if she’s the one, yknow.” Colby ends up saying giggling.

“Oooo okk” Kat said exiting, and Colby burst out laughing.

“Shut up!” You say as you kick the bed and move out from the bed. You put on Colby’s shirt, not noticing and your booty shorts.

Y’all head out to the living room and sit vertically from each other. Everyone was in the living room and already recording.

After some easy truths and dares, and the drinking increased, came the harder questions.

“Truth or Dare Sam.” You say smirking.

“Uh dare,” Sam said nervously.

“I dare you to kiss Kat.” You said smiling.

Sam and Kat both blush. Sam gets up and heads over to Kat and kisses her for a long ass time.

Colby looks at you and winks as you blush making him chuckle and look back at Sam.

“Ok, ok. We’re recording.” Colby says laughing.

Sam and Kat separate looking at each other, “ahem.” You clear your throat.

“Sam, its your turn.” You say taking another drink of your drink.

Sam smiles at you. Oh shit…

“Truth or dare.” Sam smirks at you.

“Uh. Shit..” You say knowing either one is gonna be bad.

“Dare.” You finally say.

“I dare you to call the last person you hooked up with and tell them you love them,” Sam smiles in his victory.

You look at Colby and he laughs. You give him the ‘your dead’ look but it doesn’t phase him.

“Come on, what are you scared??” Sam said teasing you.

“You know what, fuck it” You said grabbing your phone and clicking Colby’s name.

Colby’s phone rings and everyone looks at Colby and back at you then Colby.

“Oop” Kat said as everyone starts laughing and congratulating you and Colby.

You hang up the phone, “we aren’t dating-“ you start to say as Colby interrupts you.

“Yet, but..” He starts as everyone looks at him confused and he heads over to you.

“Would you do me the honors and be my girlfriend?” Colby says as he sits beside you and puts his arm around you, his face just inches from yours.

“Y-yes..” You say blushing as everyone cheers.

A/n: Hi guys, sorry it took so long, work has been crazy. I hope y’all enjoyed this and I was thinking about doing a part two with pregnant reader so let me know if I should do that and PLEASE request something so I can write something for yall! Hope yall enjoy, have a good day or night! <3

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[chvnnie]

Bro, fkn made me tear up while I'm in my PMS week Lawd have mercy.

Your response was so sweet,

Okay but what would happen if they reunited years later when he has had children?

Would that spark be there?

Would he avoid her?

Would she not want to see him with another woman?

Will they enjoy one final night together?

Decisions, decisions 🤔

do you guys enjoy seeing me suffer like—

blaming you for how much I love this fucking couple and the way I couldn’t stop writing this!!! AND I TRIED!!!

it’s long. im apologizing now.

SMUT — MINORS DNI

You never fell out of contact with Chan.

Well, maybe for a few months. When everything was still fresh. It hurt too much to even see his name in your contact list; talking to him would have shattered every atom inside you.

Everything stops hurting eventually. When he called you one day, exactly five months and three days after the world ended, the pain was almost numbed. As your phone vibrated in your hand, you realized it wasn’t what you were that you missed. It was him. Chan. Your best friend, even long before the two of you became one.

You answered. And suddenly the atoms started to bounce together, the world rebuilding from scratch.

The years passed. The planet flourished. Not a day went by without a word shared between the two of you. Weddings were held — Chan’s, insistent that you were always meant to be by his side. Begging you to be his “best woman”.

“You were always meant to be at my wedding.” He said after you denied the request over and over, a little tipsy on the bottle of wine you were sharing at his engagement party. “Please. It can’t happen without you.”

The thought was shared, but never spoken. Off to the side isn’t where either of you pictured your place in it.

Yours. A spur of the moment decision, overwhelmed from planning a party that neither you or your husband really wanted. A quick search proved that tickets to Vegas were far cheaper. A bottle of shitty champagne was shared over fast food burgers that really weren’t that filling.

Or, you tell yourself it was the burger.

Your best friend almost passed out at your monthly double date night. After the shock wore off, and after he chugged a glass or two of bourbon, he smile at you from across the table.

But it looks a little sad.

“I guess you can’t help your wants, huh?”

Other milestones passed. Big birthdays, new jobs and promotions, two babies for Chan, a dog for you. All was well; the sun shining, flowers blooming, the world finally stable again.

The first earthquake came the day of the youngest’s third birthday party.

You’re in Chan’s kitchen, digging through the adult cooler for the seltzers you brought. Did somebody drink them all? Ugh, you knew that fucking bitch from across the street was being a little too sneaky with her beverage. Wait until you hit her with that cash request after the party—

The backdoor opens quickly, two sets of feet rushing inside followed by a loud slam. You jump, quickly hiding in the pantry before they can make it into the kitchen.

“Will you just talk to me?” It’s Chan.

“How many times are you going to ask me about it?” His wife. “Fuck, can you just drop it—“

“I just think it’s pretty convenient that your boss brings up another business trip, just the two of you, today.”

Silence. A drawer slams.

“Are you really going to ruin your son’s party like this, Christopher?”

The snicker Chan gives raises the hairs on your arm. “Are you really going to keep pretending like you’re not fucking your boss?”

You have to clasp a hand over your mouth to silence the loud gasp that escapes you. It’s not like it was any secret that they’re having problems; he confided in you months ago that things have started to get rocky. Never, ever, did you expect this, though.

She storms out, saying something under your breath that you can’t hear. Door slams. Chan sighs into the empty kitchen, probably running his fingers through his hair if had to guess—

“I know you’re in there.” He sounds defeated. “You left your phone on the counter.”

Shit.

Slowly, you crack the door open, peeking out of the dark pantry. Your friend is leaning against the sink, arms crossed across his broad chest. There’s a small smile on his pain stricken face, eyes crinkling at the outer corners. Age treated him well.

“I wasn’t listening.”

“You’ve always been a terrible liar.”

You step out of the pantry fully, walking slowly up to your friend. There’s enough space next to him for you, which you take. Leaning side by side, staring out the large window at the party. It carries on; children laughing, eating cake. Parents chatting, chasing kids. All this joy on the other side of the thin glass, completely oblivious to the trembling beneath their feet.

You speak first. “How long have you known?”

“A while.” Chan takes a deep breath, trying to relax his shoulders. “I had hoped when she switched departments it would stop but…yeah.”

Outside the window, the curly haired boy turns in a circle. His little eyes are wide and bright, searching the crowd of grownups for a familiar face. His mom’s back is turned, he doesn’t see her. Though you’re sure he’s actually speaking, all you see is his mouth move.

Dada?

When he can’t find him, another name comes from his mouth. Scanning the sea of people for you.

The second quake comes three months later.

Chan and his wife are in therapy, and though all appears well, the cracks are deep. Wide. You can see right through the facade.

It’s cold outside. Even through your thick jacket, you can feel the heavy winter breeze. It freezes your nose, numbs your lips. You walk quickly, dog trotting alongside you in the same rush. The little boots he wears protects his paws, yet he still whimpers.

When was the last time Christmas Eve was this cold?

There’s a fire crackling when you open the front door, your dog barely off the leash before she barrels to it. Jumping on her little boots, trying to warm up.

“Fuck, it���s cold.” You curse, shedding the many layers you wore. “I literally thought I was going to get frostbite.”

Your husband doesn’t give more than a hum in acknowledgment, nose in his book. Plopping on the couch next to him, you lean in to give him a kiss.

And he moves away.

“All good?” The concern is heavy in your voice.

Nothing. Just a hum.

“Can I have a kiss?”

“I’m busy.”

“Reading. The same book you read every winter.”

It’s harsh, the way he slams the book shut. When he looks up at you, you can help but recoil. Scooting just a bit back from him. The look in his eyes is so…different.

“Can you just give me some fucking space? Please?” He doesn’t raise his voice, and that makes it all the more concerning. Scary. “God, you’re so clingy all the time.”

Oh. Your eyes drop, lips pressing into a thin line. Jeez, why does this cut so deep? It’s not the first time he’s said it to you.

“I guess—I just thought, since it’s Christmas—“

“Eve.” He’s annoyed. You awkwardly adjust yourself on the couch, bringing a sweater clad hand to your face to wipe the tears you can’t help. “Oh, please, stop crying. It’s not that deep.”

There’s a tree on the planet. It’s tall, home to leaves that change colors. Usually, it’s day by day, depending on the waves and the weather and the stars. All day they’ve been a sparkly light green. Peace. A good color.

But they’ve started to bleed, something dark taking over the peace just as the ground begins to break.

Your husband picks the book up. Not another word to you. Heart in your stomach, you head towards the staircase. “I’m going to bed.”

He doesn’t look up from the book. “Take your fucking dog with you.”

The most impactful quake comes a mere three weeks later.

You’re sat on the living room floor, a brush handled by a five year old girl roughly running through your hair. It stings a little, but there’s no point in stopping her. She’s too stubborn to listen.

“Why don’t you wear braids?” She asked in her little voice.

“Never thought about it.” You shrug.

She sighs as if this is the most awful thing you could’ve have told her. “But you would be a princess if you wore them!”

You turn your head slightly, looking up at the girl. Her eyes are her father’s, along with the exasperated look she’s giving you.

“Shit, really?”

You cringe at the word choice, but the little girl doesn’t even flinch.

“Yes.” She sighs. “Turn around, I help you.”

Can’t really argue with that. Right as you think she’s taken at least half of your hair, Chan comes into the living room. Headed straight for the front door.

“Alright, the youngest is asleep.” He’s reaching for his coat, checking his watch obsessively. He’s late. “Pizza is on the way, don’t let the monster stay up too late.”

Finger guns to his daughter, who just ignored him. Not amused with his stupid joke.

“I shouldn’t be long, maybe three hours tops.” Chan says to you. “Changbin has kids to get home to, so I’ll be back before you can miss me too much.”

You flip him off. The daughter follows.

“Okay, don’t like do that at school or anything-“

“We’ll be alright.” You say, trying to get him out the door. Things have been more tense that usual lately; it took all of Changbin’s energy to convince him to get a drink with him. Nothing is going to keep him in this house. “Don’t have too much fun.”

The smile he gives you is so genuine. Real happiness. It’s been a while since you’ve seen that.

The pizza? Mediocre at best. The movie she picked? You hate how invested you were in that storyline. It’s like you blinked and it was time for bed, helping the little girl into her bright blue sheets.

She picks the book for you to read. Four pages, and she’s snoring.

You’ve never liked kids. Never really wanted them, either. While you still hold these sentiments, it’s hard to not like her. Her brother. There’s something about them that’s different, tugging on your heart so hard you think it will pop out of your chest.

Kids are awful. But Chan’s? You don’t think you’ll ever get enough of.

She’s been asleep about thirty minutes. Mindlessly, you click through the tv channel, trying to decide on something. Barely nine in the evening, and there’s nothing to watch? That seems like a scam—

Bang. Thunder. Flashes of lightning. The world shaking harder than it has since it’s birth about ten years ago. Chan storms inside his home, the heavy footsteps making you jump.

“Fuck!” You cry, holding a hand over your heart as you try to catch your breath. “You scared me—“

“She’s not on a trip.” He’s tearing off his coat, kicking off his shoes. Slamming the keys and wallet on the coffee table.

The wheels are turning slowly, but when they click, you feel cold. A blizzard tumbling through the planet. “What?”

Everything was fine. Chan was happy, talking with Changbin and sharing shitty wings over even shittier beer. For a second, he forgot. Forgot about his wife and her affair, the therapy that he honestly felt was a waste of time. The divorce papers in the top drawer of his office, already signed and ready to be present when his wife gets back.

He just needed to pee. Walking towards the back of the crowded bar, he saw a set of eyes he knew too well. It brings him to a halt, looking right at his wife. Who is staring right back at him. With the arm of her boss around her shoulders.

“How many times has she said she was going to be gone, just to stay in town with him?” Chan asks, his voice rising as the storm gets heavier. “Does she not give a shit about our children—“

“Who are sleeping.” You add, grabbing your friend’s biceps and squeezing them tightly. He’s getting too worked up. The feelings he had for her are long, long gone. Buried so deep they’ll never be found.

He’s not mad about the cheating. He’s mad about how she’s abandoned the children.

Chan nods before he sits on the couch. Head hanging in his hands, nails scratching his scalp. Exhausted. Lonely. Broken.

“Why did I fucking marry her?”

You take a seat next to him, leaning your head on his shoulder. Your best friend, your everything. Soulmates always seem like an unbelievable concept, until you met Chan. Without a doubt, he is one of yours.

Though, the universe still seems torn on the kind.

“She wasn’t always like this.” You reassure him. “Remember how hard you fell for her? It was really cute; you couldn’t stop talking about her. Nobody expected this, Chan.”

“I did.” When he looks at you, his eyes are dark. Wide. Solid, serious expression not waving even in the intense winds. “I always knew. She never loved me like I loved—“

The sentence isn’t finished. It doesn’t need to be.

Like that, the rain has stopped. Thunder silenced, sky dark. Time has been paused, standing still as you stare at each other in the dimly lit living room. It doesn’t feel like you’re breathing. Like anything is happening.

Except for a teeny, tiny spark. Rock against rock. Fire being invented once again.

Time resumes as Chan pulls you into his lap, lips colliding intensely. His tongue is heavy on yours, deeply kissing you as if to consume you. To make up for all the kisses that should have been.

This affair isn’t driven by hurt, by the agony caused at the hands of both your spouses. It isn’t jealousy, it isn’t hate. It’s a love that always was, always will, and was always meant to be at the core of the universe.

Even the apocalypse couldn’t destroy it.

Ten years. Ten years and Chan still knows how to touch you. The little place on your collarbone that turns you into jelly. How you love when he bites roughly on your nipples, the teasing of his fingers hooking under the waistband of your jeans.

“I hate that you got married in Vegas.” He says in a growl, lowering you onto the coffee table. “I hate that you didn’t fucking tell me until you got back.”

He yanks your jeans down, taking the soft cotton panties will them. Body bare for him once again.

“I hate that I wasn’t there.” The buttons become loose as he roughly takes his shirt off. He watches as your eyes travel, following his hands to the belt he’s pulling off. A familiar awe.

It’s cute. Sets his heart on fire in the best way possible.

Grabbing your chin, he tilts your head so you’re looking at him again.

“Pay attention to me when I talk to you, baby.” He says with a smile, wetting his lips before capturing yours again. “Don’t you want to know why I hated that so much?”

You blink slowly, giving a brief nod.

Hips against hips, the head of his cock works it’s way up and down your silt. A beautiful moan, a cold shiver. Everything falling into place as he lines himself up.

“Because I was going to say no.”

He doesn’t linger. Quickly, Chan buries himself inside you, fucking you with a passion you haven’t felt in years.

“How dare you-“ hands on either side of your head, he grips the coffee table for support. “—marry someone who isn’t me?”

You’re breathless. Jaw dropped, clinging onto his shoulders for dear life. It’s like no time has passed; fucking you like you need, like you deserve. Something only Chan has ever been able to do.

“You’re my girl, remember?” He grunts, eyes rolling back slightly when you clench around him. “How could you forget that?”

Shaking your head, your head rolls back. Full, wonderful moans like music to Chan’s ears.

“N-never did.” You admit, chest shaking with heavy breaths. “I’ve always been y-yours, Chan-“

When he kisses you, the world splits in two. Existence finally starting to make sense. Teeth and tongue, he loves you in the best way anyone ever has. Bodies becoming one, forces beyond your own making you whole once more.

He looks at you. Your heart skips a beat.

Has this world always been full of life, or is it all brand new? Could life exist without the two of you?

“Good.” Chan’s smile is like home. “Because I’ll never stop wanting you.”

#skz smut #stray kids smut #bang chan smut #chan smut #bang chan angst #chan angst #chvnnie thots

[sissylittlefeather]

Y'all know I like brain breaks when I'm working on a series. (Are they brain breaks or does my ADHD just get the better of me? 😂). Either way, I wrote this dirty little thing just for fun. I hope you enjoy it! I'll come back to This is the Story and the 200 requests soon!

You're the Boss

A/N: There is very little plot here. It's almost pure smut. But it's set during the '70s Vegas era. It's an Elvis x fem!reader fic and will definitely be a one-shot. Also, this one plays with a dominant woman and kind of subby(ish) Elvis.

Warnings: this is absolutely 18+ only, MDNI!!! Cussing, fingering, oral (f & m receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex (with a stranger), swallowing, teasing, and the reader being pretty dominant. I hope that's everything.

This is the outfit he's wearing:

Elvis walks into his suite after the show to find you there, sitting on his bed with your shoes off.

"Now, what the hell, honey? Who are you?"

"It's not important."

"How did you get in here?" He reaches for the firearm strapped to his ankle, just in case. He holds it casually in his hand as he listens.

"I paid Joe $5,000 cash to bring me in here."

"Remind me to fire his ass in the morning."

"I will, if I'm still here." He moves toward the phone to call security.

"Are you really going to kick me out so soon?" You stand up and let your silver sequined dress fall to the floor, revealing matching red lingerie. His eyes move up and down over your body.

"I might be persuaded to let you stay." He says with a playful smirk. He lays the gun down on the side table and walks toward you.

"Get on your knees, honey."

"Oh no, Elvis. Tonight I'm the boss." You say, giving him a devilish smile. He thinks about what this means and looks at you again standing there in your bra and panties.

"I'm not sure about that, honey."

"Can you follow instructions?" He's never had a woman come in and take charge like this. He can't tell if he likes it. You take two steps towards him and lay your hand on his chest where his jumpsuit is open. Then you whisper in his ear.

"I asked if you could follow instructions." A shiver runs down his spine and electricity gathers between his legs. He likes it.

"Yes, baby, I think I can." You back away from him and sit on the bed again.

"Good boy. Take your suit off." He nods and unzips his jumpsuit, removing the heavy mirrored belt and dropping it gently on the floor.

"Don't lose that." He picks the belt up again and raises an eyebrow.

"Oh, why is that?"

"You'll see. Now, suit, off." He finishes removing the light blue jumpsuit and stands before you totally nude.

"What's next, baby?" He asks nervously.

"Put your belt back on." You smile deviously as he picks up the belt again.

"Honey, are you sure?"

"Put it back on." You say firmly, but playfully. He wraps the belt around his waist and fastens it. You look him up and down, noticing how hard his cock is as it twitches where it stands. You reach out and grab the top of his belt, dragging him over to where you sit on the bed. You reach back and unclasp your bra, dropping it to the floor. You stand up just long enough to slide your panties to the floor and then sit back down on the edge of the bed.

"Get on your knees." You direct him, tugging downward on the belt. He obliges, situating himself between your legs. You spread your thighs and put one on each of his shoulders. Then you run your fingers in his hair and drag his face forward to your pussy.

"I want to come twice before I touch your cock." He nods and leans forward, pressing his mouth to your dripping center. He starts by running his tongue up your slit and stopping at your clit. He licks over and around it in circles, lapping at the core of your desire. He moans softly and you throw your head back as he works. You notice he's touching himself as he licks you.

"Did I say you could do that?" You ask, pushing his head away from your clit.

"No."

"Then stop." He groans and stops stroking his cock.

"Use your hands." He runs the hand he had on himself up your thigh and presses two fingers into you. His other hand is around your thigh. You guide his head back down until his tongue makes contact with your throbbing clit. You are ready to come undone at his touch. He goes back to working his mouth over and around you, and pleasure runs through you uncontrollably. You throw your head back and moan.

"Yes, just like that baby. Don't stop." He follows instructions and keeps devouring your pussy, sliding his long fingers in and out of you fervently, his rings pushing up against your entrance. You feel the coil of pleasure tightening in your belly and know your orgasm will meet you soon. Still, he continues to lick and lap at you passionately. It's like he's trying to earn the next step by fucking you so well with his mouth. Finally, you feel the coil snap and your orgasm washes over you with wave after wave of pulsating ecstasy.

But he doesn't stop. You demanded two and he follows instructions. He runs his tongue up either side of your clit before sliding it back and forth over your sensitive bud. He eats you like its his last meal, licking and sucking and pushing his fingers in and out deeply. Finally, you feel a second orgasm gather between your legs and moan as it slams into you, filling you with an electric current that buzzes out to your fingertips and back again. Your fingers are still wrapped in his hair, so you pull his head back off of you. He looks up at you, chin and lips wet with your arousal. His eyes are searching yours for what comes next, hoping it's satisfaction for himself.

"Stand up." Again, he listens, wiping his mouth with his hand. You scoot backwards on the bed and grab his belt, pulling him on top of you.

"I want you to fuck me until I tell you to stop." He nods, lining the tip of his dick up with your sopping wet entrance.

"Can I start?" He asks almost innocently.

"Yes." You reach around and grab his ass, plunging him deep inside you.

"Oh god." He moans as he feels your tight wetness envelop him. As he picks up a steady rhythm of fucking into you, you hear the jingling of the chains on his belt. It's a rhythmic sound that pounds in time with his balls slapping against your ass, your hips slamming together in controlled chaos. The sound is unbearably satisfying and the combination of the chains tickling your hips and the cool, smooth surface of the belt against your stomach is a new kind of delicious.

"Fuck, baby, I'm gonna come." He whispers to you. Just when you think he's close, you push him out of you and onto his back.

"Stop." He groans and rolls over reluctantly. He was so close to coming that his balls are crying out for a release. You climb on top of him and realign his cock with your entrance. Then, you slide down onto him slowly, letting him feel every inch of him enter you.

"Baby, can I please just..." he begs and tries to fuck you from underneath. You stop him moving with him pushed deep inside you.

"Did I say you could move like that?"

"No ma'am." He answers desperately. He's tantalizingly close to coming. You sit up on your knees with just the tip of him inside you. Then, you proceed to bounce up and down on the top inch of his cock, teasing him.

"Oh, fuck, baby, you're gonna kill me." He half moans, half whines.

"You want more?"

"Yes, fuck."

"Tell me what you want."

"I want your pussy."

"What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to fuck me right now."

"Who's the boss?"

"You are, baby. Oh god, you are."

"That's right." You drop down onto him, letting him fill you fully. He groans loudly and leans his head back, with his mouth partially open.

You grab onto the thick belt and pull against it as you grind on him, pushing him deeper and deeper, the cold mirrored surface of the belt rubbing against your clit. When you feel his movements change as he approaches his release, you pull up off of him. He whimpers, thinking you're going to tease him again, but instead you pull his whole cock into your mouth and suck.

"FUCK." His hips buck up into you as he comes hard and you swallow every drop. You use the belt to hold him still against the bed while you finish sucking his release from him. His legs start to shake and he whimpers again. You lick up the bottom of his shaft one last time and then sit up and lay next to him on your back on the bed, both of you sweating and breathing heavily. He turns his head to look at you and you look at him.

"Feel free to break into my suite whenever you want."

You roll over and kiss him softly on the mouth. He's a little shocked by the tenderness with which you kiss him after the way you just fucked him, but he doesn't argue.

"I need to go." You whisper as you roll over to stand up.

"Go? Now just a minute, honey, you don't have to rush off."

"I really do." You pull your underwear and bra back on and slide the shiny silver dress back on over your head. When you slip your shoes on, Elvis stands up to protest. You walk up to him and wrap your arms around his waist. He puts his arms around you too, but the embrace doesn't last long as you unfasten the belt and pull it off of him.

"What...?" You wrap the belt around your own waist and fasten it. Your hips are wide enough to keep it on you. He looks at you in stunned disbelief.

"Are you really leaving?"

"I am."

"And you're taking my belt."

"Mhmm. Is that a problem?" He should say yes, he's supposed to wear it again, but he doesn't. Instead he shakes his head and gives you an incredulous smile. He'll come up with some excuse about why he won't wear it again.

"You're somethin' else, you know that?"

You walk to the door of the suite, belt jangling as your hips swing. When you turn back to look at him, he's sitting on the side of the bed naked. You blow him a kiss and walk out the door, closing it quietly behind you.

He never sees you, or his belt, ever again.

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I'm never sure who to tag:

@ccab @elvisfatass @ashtag6887 @aliypop @your-nanas-house @ab4eva @elvisalltheway101 @joshuntildawn13

If you want a permanent spot on my Taglist for anything and everything, let me know! 😂

#elvis presley fanfiction #elvis smut #elvis fanfic #elvis presley x reader #elvis x reader #elvis presley x y/n #elvis x y/n #elvis presley fic #elvis presley smut #elvis presely smut #elvis presley x you

[love-islike-abomb]

Girls, girls, girls

Roman reigns x Alexis (OC)

I've been working in this day by day, adding a paragraph or 2 each day. Writers block sucks! The worm moon has thrown me all off!!

Warnings: smut, bratting, errors I may have missed

Word count: 956

Tag list: @reignsangel444 @acknowledge-reigns @mzv11 @marchm-langdon @mandeelemons @pittieprincess22 @romanreignshairdresser @tribalauthor @undisputedjf @weirdgirl16355 @adriennegabriella @cnsrmnwwe @foreverlyjay @helensanders92

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The night lights of Las Vegas were always drawing people. If the casino walls could talk they would tell stories of crazy nights of parties, sex, drugs, and rock n roll. The secrets they held are what make the saying "what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas!"

The aura of the desert was mystical and often times provided a place darkness to ensue. The desert was home to more bodies then anywhere else in the country. From people simply getting lost and perishing from lack of water to the more sinister Mafia murders. The desert was unforgiving, merciless, and told no tales.

Bodies disappeared in the sand, never to be seen again. Yet this was the place I called home. I had come in some hard times and ended up as a stripper. I was use to drunk men trying to cop a feel. The other girls didn't really seem to acknowledge the danger of the situation. The security guards tried but there was always one or two they missed.

Several of the guys that came in wanted lap dances but only one caught my attention. I was lucky enough to have a boss who understood that if I didn't feel comfortable with someone or didn't like the vibe they gave off, she didn't force me to entertain them "I see who you've been eyeing Alexis and might I say damn girl you've got taste!" My coworker Alicia said "if you're lucky enough he'll take you home!" She winked at me.

"and what makes you so sure it's him I've been eyeing?" I asked crossing my arms.

"I've watched you take glimpses of him every so often and get that bright smile that only you yet when you think a guy is hot!" She smirked

Touchè!

"and he's been undressing you with his eyes every Time you turn back around to wipe off the tables!" She smiled "I'll take care of the other one!"

Alicia went to the other man and I heard them talking. I hadn't told Alicia or really anyone that I had been dating someone. It was to keep a low profile since he was a celebrity. I didn't tell her i knew who he was and he knew who I was. I was surprised she didn't recognize him.

I walked in the room "hey handsome how-" I stopped when I saw the room was empty. I looked around before I felt a hand go over my mouth "hey baby girl!" He whispered.

He moved his hand away "I should've known you'd be up to something!" I giggled.

"you look sexy in that outfit! You'd look even sexier with it on the floor and my face between your thighs" he growled in my ear. Thinking in the moment I rubbed my ass against him earning a low groan "baby girl... Don't tease! I don't want to have to punish you!"

"but what if I want punished?" I said with an innocent smile.

He put his hand on my throat "I'll fuck you right here and make you scream!" He growled.

"please daddy?" I pouted.

"lock the door" he said. I bit my lip, I always loved it when the exhibitionist in him showed itself. Honestly I didn't care if we did get caught and even if we did, we're in a strip club and a private room. What are they really gonna be able to do?

"sit" I said, a smirk forming on my face.

"oh you're giving orders now huh?" He said, raising an eyebrow.

"why not?" I smiled, leaning towards his ear "you might enjoy it!"

A smirk formed on his face "I'll let you have your fun for now"

"Alexa! Play girls girls girls by motley Crue!" I smiled. As the opening riff played he stood up, lifting me up with him. I smiled, earning a deep chuckle from him "you really thought I was gonna let you order me around?" He said with a low growl "you're mine!"

I bit my lip before I felt the cold wall against my back "how long has it been since i've made you feel good baby girl? How long has it been since I've felt that hot pussy on my cock?" He growled, kissing down my neck. He grabbed my panties and tore them off before dropping his sweatpants, sliding himself inside me, both of us letting out groans of pleasure "uhn, so wet, so tight! You've been a good girl while I've been gone!" He growled "are you my good girl?"

"yes daddy!" I groaned.

"fuck I love it when you call me that!" He growled, his thrusts picking up speed. It took everything I had not to scream "let it go baby! I can feel you're getting close! The way that pussy is gripping my cock you're gonna drain me dry! Milk my cock baby girl!" He growled.

Fuck! The deep growls he was letting out made a shiver run down my spine. I felt my body release and dug my nails into his back "uhn! That's my good girl! Fuck!" His growls sounded like he was enjoying the pain. "Uhn fuck baby girl! I'm gonna fill that pussy up!" He growled.

His thrusts got sloppy and I felt him and twitch inside me. A few last sloppy thrusts and he stilled, both of us trying to catch our breath "I love you!" I smiled.

"I love you to baby girl!" He smiled back, slowly pulling out of me, setting my feet on the ground. He pulled his sweatpants back up "I wanna ask you something" he said "do you wanna travel with me on the road?"

I smiled from ear to ear "do you really even need to ask?"

#Spotify #roman reigns #big daddy uce #the only daddy☝️😩🫦 #wwe smackdown #wwe #roman reigns fanfiction #wwe fanfiction #roman reigns smut #roman reigns imagine #wwe x oc #roman reigns x oc

[lu-sn]

Rank the VegasPete kisses 😈

suz i stg this ask is gonna get me super mega cancelled. when you find my mangled body in a decrepit alleyway tell my family i loved them

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6. i love you, pete.

listen, no okay, LISTEN, put down your pitchforks, this is an s-tier kiss okay, i know!!!!! I KNOW BUT EVERY VEGASPETE KISS IS INSANE!!!! SOMETHING HAS TO BE AT THE BOTTOM

i did and still do think it's a lil cray cray of vegas to say he's in love with pete like ten days after dicking him down, but the blood-streaked mouths and vegas's devastated face as he pushes pete away afterwards sure do make up for it

5. you must suffer until i'm satisfied

the thing that gets me about this one is the total lack of artifice on vegas's part. despite every touch of his before this having been part of a long, cruel, twisted performance, this one is so gentle. so unassuming. a gift, more than anything else.

the conversation after is critical to their relationship, and i'm not sure pete would have wanted to open himself up like that without this kiss as proof of vegas's... sincerity? vegas isn't playing a game anymore — and pete can finally stop playing too.

4. psycho

head in hands!!! i can't believe this isn't in the top 3 someone send me to jail rn

i don't need to talk about this yall Know. third eye opened brain chemistry rewired brainrot permanently acquired "you like me like this" "i know exactly what i want" the way their hands paw at each other the way vegas smiles the way pete's KNEES GO WEAK I'M FOREVER SCREAMING

3. you're the most important person in my life

ugly sobbing in the gutter they trust each other they cherish each other they're going to work so hard to stay together they're coming together as EQUALS in the LIGHT AFTER THE STORM I'M—

it's the way they cradle each other's faces in their hands, okay. it's the unbearable tenderness, and it's the promises they're making to each other!!! that shit just gets me real bad 😭

2. (we only kiss people we like)

their entire sex scene is characterized by an unexpected, intense tenderness, and this last kiss is really the nail in the coffin for me. the way pete is leaning up into this, chasing vegas's mouth — the way vegas is so unbelievably soft as he presses himself into pete — the space they've carved out together in the darkness for this moment of startling intimacy — something has changed here, in both of them. and it's going to be their undoing.

1. i need you, pete.

I DON'T CARE IF YOU DISAGREE WITH ME I WILL DIE ON MY LITTLE HILL THIS IS THE BEST KISS IN THE ENTIRE SHOW. SCREENSHOTS DO NOT DO IT JUSTICE. vegas is TREMBLING into this kiss he is TERRIFIED he's made an awful awful mistake and he's about to lose the best thing he's ever had he is CLINGING TO PETE trying to press all of his monstrous love into pete's skin i'm so sorry i didn't mean it i need you i will worship you look at how gentle i can be with you? look at how desperately i want to cherish you please please pete don't leave me MY GOD I AM CHEWING ON THE WALLS IT HURTS SO GOOD

and pete is so vulnerable to this kind of touch. he's shaking too, he's gasping and sobbing and almost can't believe what he's about to do in return. pete intends for this to be their last kiss — and vegas has no idea.

#i'm feeling so insane about them rn #that's just the vegaspete effect #obligatory THAT'S MY OPINION disclaimer obv all of these are top notch superior #oh but i am right about the last one tho. like objectively correct #hehe thank u for the ask suz 💜 #kinnporsche #vegaspete #pete saengtham #vegas theerapanyakul #mine: asks #rainy day asks

[suzukiblu]

Ko-fi thank-you sentences for Iron, Scream_kinh, and ComfyB; Kon meets pink kryptonite and decides to fuck Tim and his boyfriend about it.

Kon is kneeling on the bed completely naked, and Tim and Bernard are both still sitting against the headboard completely dressed. That was hot while he was "showing off" for them, but now . . .

"C'mon already, I showed you both the goods," he says, flashing them both a flirty, dirty grin that Cissie once resignedly called a "panty-dropper" of an expression before much less resignedly proving that it was, and will hopefully have similar effects on the opposite end of the gender spectrum. "Lemme see what you're packing."

"Alright," Tim says, the corner of his own mouth quirking in amusement. "It's only fair, I suppose."

"Well we're definitely not gonna measure up, but I guess we do need our dicks out to actually fuck you the way you so clearly deserve to be, yeah," Bernard says with a laugh, leaning back on his hands. Kon wants to get on top of him right now, hearing that "deserve". Even just as a jokey aside, it's–affecting, yeah.

"Yeah, you do," he agrees, grinning wider. "So lemme see what I deserve, then."

"Oh, well, you are a guest, we should be hospitable," Bernard replies graciously, making a magnanimous gesture with one hand before unzipping his jeans. Tim lets out a quiet chuckle and takes one last picture of Kon before unzipping his too, and then both of them, well . . . then both of them pull out their cocks for him. Neither of them is fully hard, but they're both visibly turned on, and Kon tilts his head and just . . . looks, for a moment.

Tim's skin is unsurprisingly paler and Bernard's apparently a natural blond, and they're both significantly smaller than him but pretty comparably sized to each other, and both cut. And it's not like he really pays all that much attention to other dudes' dicks, like, ever, but they both look really . . .

Kon, momentarily, wonders how quick he could get them both fully hard.

And also how they'd both look then.

"Huh, yeah, your dicks absolutely do look good to me, weird," he says, mildly surprised by that realization but less surprised by the immediate temptation to just grab them both at once and touch. He is, after all, who he is as a person. "Alright, I guess not weird, all things and gay space rocks considered, but I still feel like it should be weird."

"Too weird?" Tim asks, looking just barely cautious. Kon shoots him a dubious look and grabs a condom out of the box Bernard dug out of the nightstand for them.

"Tim, you absolute moron, if you in any way prevent me from choking myself on your cock for your boyfriend's entertainment, I will never fucking forgive you," he says.

"Seconded," Bernard says.

"Ngh," Tim says. Kon, as a man with the correct and appropriate priorities, tears open the condom and then gets immediately distracted by the sight of bright lime-green latex and can't help brightening up a bit himself in delight.

"Oh these are candy-colored, fuck yeah," he says approvingly. "Are they flavored too?"

". . . I vetoed the flavored ones but now I'm deeply regretting that decision, to be honest," Tim admits, his face flushing, and Kon mock-pouts at him.

"Booooo, no fun," he says. "Bet Starfire and Nightwing would've had the flavored ones."

"Tim, can I just marry your bestie? Is that cool?" Bernard asks with a wide grin, looking pretty damn delighted himself. "Is our relationship there yet, where I can marry your stupidly hot best friend and his aesthetically perfect dick and you'll be fine with it?"

"Excuse you, I am obviously the kept boy in this scenario," Kon huffs, flicking the torn condom wrapper in the direction of Tim's trash can. "I look like marriage material to you?"

"You look like the last party favor in a Vegas honeymoon suite in the middle of Pride, and I very much mean that as a compliment," Bernard says feelingly. Which, well, Kon absolutely did automatically take it as one, he didn't actually need the clarification there.

Though he does appreciate it, admittedly.

Tim doesn't tell him what to do this time, but Kon kinda already has a goal in mind here, so he just grins flirty and dirty at them both again and leans forward towards Tim, giving him a wink as he wags the unwrapped condom at him.

"You still look good in green, right, man?" he asks teasingly. Tim visibly swallows, and Kon watches his pupils dilate.

And he feels his cock twitch.

Fuck, Kon loves his TTK.

#timberkon #timbern #timkon #konbernard #iron #scream_kinh #comfyb #not sfw #rinfic #wip: think pink