#fucking forgot the bag i was packing for shit i need for my first day of this class

[yellowsubiesdance]

my memory will destroy me one of these days

#fucking forgot the bag i was packing for shit i need for my first day of this class #god dammit #i want to scream #it’s bc i was busy packing up my meals #oh i also forgot to put any fucking utensils in my lunch bag #god i could cry #the timing coming off of this break couldn’t have been worse #maybe i’ll just go to the library and borrow a thick book #and i’ll just do the exercises on the floor lol #this is why i should’ve just left the yoga mat in my locker but i’m silly so i didn’t do that

[atticrissfinch]

Meet Me in the Back (joel miller x fem!reader) (18+)

pairing: sleazy gas station clerk!joel miller x fem!reader summary: When the gas station clerk refuses to sell you alcohol after a shitty day, you need to get creative warnings/tags:  [18+ MINORS DNI] age gap (reader is 21+, Joel is 50s-ish), one-sided daddy!kink, bribery, light exhibitionism, flashing tits, VERY light dubcon (ignored discomfort), size!kink (Joel is massive as per usual), protected piv (an atticrissfinch first, folks. i’m different now, surely), light spanking, mentions of alcohol and smoking, Joel using some cringey dirty talk but he’s old and creepy so it’s hot word count: ~3.8K | ao3 a/n: don’t know where this shit came from but god am I a sucker for a sleazy joel, so here you go friends ❤️❤️ Series Masterlist | Masterlist

The sickly fluorescents buzz overhead as the equally pitiful chime of the door chirps your entrance. This isn’t your favorite gas station to frequent, but it’s the closest to your apartment and it’s fucking late. You’re exhausted and your brain is whirring from the past week of work. Oh, yeah, and your shitass boyfriend of five months—now ex-boyfriend—forgot to lock his stupid phone tonight to hide the midnight “u up?” texts coming in from his “just friends, I swear” coworker while he was taking what would be his last piss in your bathroom. 

Fuck him. You’re getting drunk. 

The clerk, a grimy-looking fifty-something-year-old in an undone patterned short-sleeve button-up and a cheap generic white tank top underneath, sits on a stool behind the register. You somehow doubt the tacky gold cross around his neck has seen the inside of a church in quite some time. He grunts in greeting, eyes glancing up briefly from the Playboy open between his spread legs. You don’t miss the small double-take he does when he sees a pretty young thing in a skimpy sundress entering his store alone, but you let it slide off. He can look if he wants; you could not give less of a fuck tonight. 

Your flip flops clack against the dingy linoleum as you troll the empty aisles aimlessly, a force of habit despite knowing exactly what you’re here for. You stop at the refrigerated section at the back and scan the options, settling quickly on a pack of Trulys. You hoist it off the shelf and let the door snick shut, a burst of cool air ruffling your dress and igniting a wave of goosebumps on your legs. 

You plop down the case on the front counter and rifle through your purse for your wallet. 

“No can do, sweetheart.”

Your hands freeze in your purse as you look up at the clerk, still perched on his stool but sans the naked centerfold, having left it sloughed open on the counter turned to a busty topless swimsuit model with her tits pressed together between her arms. 

“I’m sorry?” You inquire, pulling your hand out of your bag slowly. “I’m over 21. I have my ID with me.”

The clerk—Joel, you gather from his name badge—nods toward the 12-pack on the counter. “Can’t sell booze after midnight.”

“The fuck? Says who?” You bite back, your irritation from the day seeping into your tone in a way it typically wouldn’t. You’re not usually a bitch to strangers, least of all customer service workers, but it feels like this is some sort of cosmic joke. 

It doesn’t phase Joel in the slightest. He just shrugs off your bitchiness and clarifies, “Says state law, sweetheart.”

“That’s the stupidest fucking law I’ve ever heard,” You deadpan, crossing your arms across your chest. 

The man is not exactly subtle when his eyes sink down to drink in the way the motion props up your tits in your low-cut dress. Like you’re his own real-life Playboy model. Whatever. Maybe a little show will get him to bypass the stupid rule. 

Joel makes a little tch sound with his tongue against his teeth. “Sorry, darlin’. Law’s the law.”

You huff, leaning forward on the counter and gifting him a very nice view down your dress. “Well I still think it’s stupid. Can’t you just give me a pass? Just this once? I’ve had an unbelievably shitty night,” You pout, mimicking the model discarded next to your elbow and using your arms to enhance your cleavage. 

His jaw ticks as he overtly ogles what you’re serving him. When his eyes flick back up to yours, he’s donning a shallow smirk. “You find that that works for you often?” He quips, gesturing to your chest. 

You shrug a shoulder with a smirk of your own. “Use what you’ve got, right?”

Joel leans back on his stool, scratching the back of his head as if in thought, his eyes darting back to your chest as he considers his options. 

“Not so sure, sweetheart. Could get in heaps of trouble for shit like this.”

“What if…” You start off, a hand drifting up to your neckline and curling around it just above your right breast, pulling it down just a smidge. Not revealing anything yet, only an indication that you might. “What if I give you something a little better than that picture,” You proposition, luring his eyes down to the dirty magazine with your gaze, and then heading right back to him. 

You see his tongue run over his top teeth behind his lip as he studies the topless model on the page, and then glances back up at you through his eyelashes with a skeevy tilt to his mouth. “Go on, then.”

You give him a sexy little smirk, checking the front door with a cursory glance. When you confirm the coast is clear, you bite your lip and start to lower your top. 

Joel bows forward with his forearms against his thighs, eyes transfixed on every inch of skin being unveiled. 

You bring your collar down coquettishly, your mouth popping in faux surprise when one hardened nipple slips free. “Oops,” You say with a cheeky smile. 

A veiny hand comes up to stroke at his beard as he wets his lips. “Don’t be shy now. Give her sister a little breather too.”

“Greedy,” You scold with mock offense. But you’re already this far and you might as fucking well. You do a swift check of the door again as your other hand tugs your dress down on the other side. 

“Go-lly,” Joel rasps accompanied by a low whistle. “Put that damn model to shame, sweetheart.” He adjusts himself in his jeans and you see a sizeable bulge at his crotch, plain as day. 

His fingers twitch where they rest on his knee like they’re itching to touch. 

“Thank you,” You purr, giving them both a single squeeze in your palms and pressing them together for good measure with your nipples peeking through your fingers before sliding your dress back in place. “And thank you for your sacrifice,” You tease, wrapping your hand around the handle of the seltzers. 

“Now, hold on there, sweetheart,” Joel protests with a furrowed brow, slipping off his seat and slamming a hand down over yours on the case. “I didn’t say I’d let you have it for that.” 

Your face drops. “Excuse me? You said—”

“I didn’t say jack shit,” Joel corrects. “You flashed your tits at me of your own accord. Not my fault you assumed.”

“That’s fucked up, dude!” You shout back. “I just gave you Girls Gone Wild Live, is that really not enough for you?”

Joel snorts a laugh.“ Shit, maybe for a fuckin’ tallboy or two, but not a whole goddamn case.” Joel cocks a hip and balances his arm across the seltzer. “Gonna need more’n a little peep show to haggle for a twelver.”

You’re absolutely positive you’re going to regret it, but you ask, “And what exactly would that entail?”

A filthy grin bleeds across his face, and he half-heartedly masks it with a hand over his mouth, wiping at the corners with the pads of his pudgy fingers. With his stemmed smile, he drops his palm to the counter, raking his eyes salaciously up the lines of your body. “How’s about you slip into the back with me and find out?”

You narrow your eyes at him. “I don’t think so, dude.”

The tip of his tongue creeps out to lick the corner of his mouth. “Throw in a pack o’ smokes too, ‘f that’s up your alley.”

You shift your weight and pout your lips to the side, crossing your arms again. “Marlboros?” 

You don’t know why you’re asking. There’s no way you’re going anywhere with him. Right? You wouldn’t do that. No matter how…unexpectedly sexy this sleazy guy is. No matter how the sleeves of his shirt are straining around his biceps. Or how the little gold cross dangles in that unexplainably trashy-hot kind of way. Or how he is—no question—packing a fucking missile in his pants. 

Shit. 

“Whatever kind you want, for the right price, darlin’,” He winks. 

You nibble your lower lip, weighing the situation. You know you’re being stupid. But you’re pissed off, maybe a little heartbroken, sufficiently horny, and newly bereft of your dick-on-demand as of a couple hours ago. 

And Jesus, could you really fucking use a drink and a smoke right now. For free, nonetheless. Or, at least, not at the cost of anything you’d lament losing. Surely your dignity can withstand a meaningless fuck in a back room for your personal benefit, right? 

Fuck it. 

“Alright, fine,” You relent, leaning onto the counter again. “But let me spell things out this time. I let you take me in the back and fuck me—pussy only,” You dictate with a pointed finger, “And I leave with this case of seltzer and two packs of Marlboros, no charge.”

“I didn’t say two, I said—”

“Two packs of Marlboros,” You repeat with emphasis, jabbing your finger towards the back wall of tobacco products. “And we never fucking mention this again.”

“Jesus, bleedin’ me fuckin’ dry over here,” Joel mutters, his eyes dipping to the counter and then up to your tits. “Better be a sweet fuckin’ pussy.”

“Sweetest you’ll have till you kick the bucket next week, old man.”

“You got some fuckin’ spirit, I’ll give ya that,” Joel chuckles. He holds a hand out and you eye it tentatively for a brief moment before clasping it and giving it a solid shake. “We got a deal, sweetheart.”

Joel pushes himself off the counter and lifts the hinged countertop to pass through. He sticks his head out the door, looking left then right, and shuts it. He flips a sign on the glass to read “Be back in 10!” and bolts the lock, testing the door to ensure it holds. 

“Come on then, darlin’. Better make it quick.”

He guides you to the back of the store and through a locked door labeled “Employees Only”, rushing you in with a hand on your lower back. The room is bursting with boxes, stacked near the ceiling in some places. Unsettling stains are splattered on nearly all visible floor space, some looking stickier than others. You gingerly set your purse down on a box by the door. 

“Leave the dress on, but take those beautiful titties back out, sweetheart,” Joel directs, already working on unfastening his pants. 

You roll your eyes a little, but oblige, dipping your dress down underneath your tits again. You back up against the door and toy with them absentmindedly as you watch Joel’s cock spring free from his boxers and holy shit. 

“Woah,” is all you manage to vocalize. 

Joel looks at you with a smirk, his wide hand stroking down the full length of him and dipping a thumb into the wet slit. “Biggest cock you’re gonna take ‘til you kick your own bucket, darlin’,” He chides, stepping toward you. “‘N you’ve got a hell of a lot longer to go than I do.”

“Yeah, no shit,” You breathe out, feeling your pussy gush into your panties at the thought of that inside of you. You idly reach between your legs and ruck up your dress, pulling your panties to the side and running a finger through your already-soaked folds. 

“That’s a pretty little cunt, sweetheart,” Joel says with a voracious look in his eyes, laying a palm against the door level with your head. He’s so fucking large when he’s up this close, it makes your breath hitch. Even with your hips apart, you feel the tip of his cock graze the backs of your fingers where they’re playing with your pussy. Joel’s head dips down between your tits, nose tracing the curves before he sucks a nipple into his mouth.

You press your eyes shut for a moment to clear your head with a steadying breath. “Condom,” You order as the raised bud pops out of his mouth and he locks eyes with you. 

“Ah, fresh out. Sorry, darlin’,” Joel says with a tone and expression that belies his complete lack of real remorse. 

“You literally sell them. Right outside this door. Probably even have some in this room,” You argue back. 

“I can’t be givin’ you any more of my stock, kid. You’re already cleanin’ me out.”

You roll your eyes and push off from the door, ducking under his arm and digging through the inner zipper pocket of your purse. You spin back around to him, holding a condom packet between your fingers with raised brows. 

“Well, aren’t you a regular fuckin’ Girl Scout,” He mumbles with a tinge of irritation in his voice, snatching it from you. “Not a chance in hell this is gonna fit.”

“Oh fuck off with that bullshit,” You scoff. “You’ll be just fine.”

He rips the packet with his teeth and spits the strip onto the floor, the remainder of the foil following a moment later. He winces as he pinches the tip of the condom and rolls it down. “Fuckin’ hate these things.”

“You wanna fuck me or not?” You ask, your ass leaning against a smaller stack of boxes. “That’s my stipulation. Clock’s ticking, old man. Someone’s gonna be banging on that glass door sooner or later.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Joel mutters, pulling on his cock lewdly, “Bend over, little bitch. Let Daddy Joel take what he’s owed.”

“Jesus Christ,” You say under your breath incredulously, actively fighting the urge to roll your eyes again. You turn around and bend over the boxes, tucking your cheek into the loop of your arms and sticking your ass out. 

“That’a girl,” He croons, pushing the hem of your dress up over your hips. He whistles at you for a second time, palming your ass with both hands and landing a sudden smack to your flesh that makes you jump. “That’s an ass fit for Playboy for sure.”

His thumb traces the strap of your thong down the crack of your ass, stopping at your blooming wet spot. “Look at that pussy. All drenched and waitin’ for me.”

You feel his hands slide into the gusset of your panties, and they tear apart under his fists with nothing more than a grunt and a tug. “There we go.”

“Hey!” You shout back, your head whipping around. “What the fuck, dude? Those aren’t cheap.”

Joel just shrugs, pressing a hand between your shoulder blades to bend you back over. “Should’ve taken ‘em off.”

Another tug at your waist and your panties fall from your body completely. 

Joel’s hand nestles between your shoulders again as the other guides the fat head of his cock through your slick pussy. Your hips jolt when he catches on your clit, and he gives a satisfied breathy laugh. 

“Oh, she’s creamin’ for it, ain’t she?”

You cringe internally at his phrasing—so fucking unsexy, but somehow making you wetter at the same time. 

“God, just fuck me,” You moan, flexing onto your tiptoes to try and guide him where you want him. 

“Mmm, needy little thing,” He rumbles, but sits his cock at your entrance. Joel flattens himself against your spine and nuzzles into the back of your neck as he rolls his hips into you, the head of his cock stretching you open. 

You gasp out a pained whine, biting into the flesh of your arm as Joel continues to push his way through. 

“Shit, this little pussy fucks right open, don’t it,” He grunts, securing a hand onto your hip as he slides all the way inside. His panting breaths waft over your skin, tickling the hairs at the nape of your neck. His other hand comes up to grope at your breast, tweaking the nipple between his pointer and middle knuckles. 

It feels like he’s ripping you open from the inside, like he’s shifting your organs as he makes room for himself inside your body. You squeak out a quiet, “Ow,” as his hips collide flush with your ass and his length bottoms out, stretching you more than you could even fathom before. 

“Yeah,” Joel moans in your ear, pulling out a few inches and slamming back in as you cry out. “Bet you like it when it hurts, don’t ya, sweetheart.”

You squeal when he pulls out further and fills you completely again, setting a languid pace as he retreats slowly and then rams all of him back inside you at once. The sting of him fades into the background, but the overwhelming size of him, the all-encompassing fullness that you feel just gets more intense. 

You muffle your cries into your arm as he whispers filth into your ear. 

“Splittin’ you open just right, isn’t it, sweetheart? Daddy Joel knows just how to give it to you. Make you scream for it. Make them legs shake. That’s right, baby, take it good for Daddy.”

And you can’t do anything but take it. Take his huge cock pounding into you, take his disgusting words spilling in your ear, take the sound of slapping reverberating around the stockroom as your ass crashes against his hips. 

“Yeah, you like Daddy Joel’s big cock, don’t ya?” His voice rasps over the crude slap of his skin against yours. Your brain feels scrambled, only spluttering out a strained whimper in response. 

A hand slides down your thigh and hooks around the back of your knee, hauling it up onto the top of the box and spreading you wide open for him as your sandal clatters to the ground. 

“Fuck, that’s it,” Joel groans obscenely loud in the small, crowded space as he sinks even deeper into you, pulling a noise from you that’s so foreign you’re not entirely sure you’ve ever made it before. Somewhere between a moan, a scream, and a gasp shredding your throat at the impossibility of him filling you any more than he already had. 

“Fuck, I can’t—I can’t—” You cry out, tears welling in your eyes, hands scratching for purchase on the edges of the box. 

“Yes you can, darlin’. Takin’ it so good,” He grunts, gripping your shoulder for leverage as his relentless thrusts devastate your very core and lick at your cervix. 

“Too—too fucking big, please. Please hurry,” You whimper, your hand flying back to push back against his hips. He slaps your hand away and grabs at your wrist, bending your arm and locking it at your back as he ceaselessly fucks into your clenching hole. 

“Daddy’s too fucking big, huh?” He teases with laughter in his voice. “‘F it’s too big, why’s your pussy takin’ it so easy? It’s fuckin’ squeezin’ me, darlin’. It don’t want me to leave.”

You sob into your arm as your one leg remaining on the floor starts to quiver beneath you. 

“Mmm, fuck, that’s right. Want you shiverin’ and shakin’ on Daddy’s cock. Fuckin’ you so wide open, y’could probably fit one of them seltzer cans up your snatch after this no problem,” Joel grits out. 

Your eyes threaten to roll back in your head as sweat gathers at your temples and your body feels like it’s buzzing. “I fuck—I fucking can’t—t-t-too much, too big,” You stutter, feeling your pussy shuddering around him in what you think is an orgasm but you can’t even fucking tell from how foggy your brain is, how overstimulated every cell in your body feels. 

Joel grunts loudly as your cunt pulses around him, jerking his hips faster into you as you constantly strain to catch your breath. “Fuckin’ take it, bitch. Fuck your Daddy for your booze, and he’ll let you have it,” He growls out, before you distinctly hear him spit, and then feel a splash of saliva hit the crack of your ass and drip down between your cheeks. 

“Goddamn, wish I could coat this fuckin’ pussy with my load. Pump you full of my come, watch it drip outta ya,” He moans, his voice becoming increasingly unsteady as his hips snap into you faster and faster. “Gonna bust inside this little cunt, darlin’. Fuck, take it, take it, take it, bitch,” He grunts with one last obliterating thrust inside you, and then he’s coming with a guttural moan. You can feel his cock pulse with how tight your walls are choking it out of him, even with the condom. 

Your mouth is dry and your thighs are soaked as Joel pulls out of you gingerly. You startle when he smacks your ass with a heavy hand again. 

“Some good fuckin’ pussy,” He pants out, making quiet little noises of sensitivity as he slips the condom off his softening cock and ties it off, tossing it in a nearby trash can. 

You lower your leg back down to the ground carefully, and you somehow become less balanced, your legs collapsing out from under you as you crumple to the floor onto your hands and knees. 

You hear Joel chuckle in time with the zipper on his jeans. “Take your time. Gotta open back up.”

You hear the door shut after him, and you just breathe, limbs still vibrating as you kneel on the tacky floor. 

What the fuck just happened to you, You think. 

You just got fucked within an inch of your life by a sleazy gas station clerk, that’s what happened. And you have no fucking idea how to process it. 

When you’re pretty sure you can tolerate it, you muscle yourself up off the ground and stuff your tits back into your dress. The panties are a lost cause, so you leave them littering the floor. Fuck, he can have the souvenir. He deserves it. 

You ruffle your hair, slip your lost flip flop back on, grab your purse, and stumble out into the store. A couple haggard souls browse the aisles with glazed eyes as you make your way to the front, oblivious to your presence or from where you just exited from. You approach the counter where your case of Truly still sits. Joel is back up on his perch with his ragged boots propped on the bottom rung of the stool, the Playboy suitably stashed away from sight. 

“Get everything you need?” He asks coolly, a coy smile playing at his lips. 

“Um, two packs of Marlboro Reds, please,” You answer softly, your voice cracking slightly and prompting you to clear your throat. 

Joel nods with that grin still in place, spinning on his seat and snagging the cigarettes. He tilts the cartons to and from his head in some semblance of a saluting gesture and places them on top of the seltzers. “Pleasure doin’ business with ya, darlin’. Come back anytime.”

Your eyes involuntarily flit toward his crotch and back up. A spark lights back up in your chest and you grant him a playful smirk. “I just might.”

Part 2

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[sebasluv]

sebastian sallow headcannons + reader (crush)

a/n: doing this for the community 🫡 jkjk | spoilers (ofc)

whether you met him first in the common room or the defense against the dark arts class, you are sure something more than a spell sparked that day; a friendship, perhaps

"not bad, not bad for a new student," he dusted himself off the floor. glancing at your stretched hand, he took it gladly; as you pulled him off the ground.

"thank you...i was nervous about what i did back there, hope you are alright"

"i've had it much worst, believe me," he smiled.

occasional meetings at dada (lol) became frequent meetings throughout multiple classes. whatever fate wanted, you were glad to be greeted with those eyes you know so well

"class, welcome the newest rose to our garden," professor garlick smiled warmly at you. being ever politely you are, you returned the gesture, only to be distracted with the burning hole in your head.

'shit, he is staring at me,' you thought. staring back, he doesn't seem fazed by your gaze, 'is he zoning out?'

of course, professor garlick had to put you next to him. *wink wink*

can't also help that professor weasley tends to call him to help you with everything.

"excuse me, mr. sallow, please come to my office after this class," she pierced through her eyeglasses, and sebastian can't help feeling a sweat drop off his face.

'shit, what did i do'

...

"please, accompany ms. l/n to hogsmeade for her to buy her supplies," she assigned him without even looking up from her parchment.

"professor, but, why me?"

"don't you worry, i saw you with her in the class, you don't have to hide your feel-"

"no!- erm- i mean- no, she was just- stuned me during our duel"

"then, good, she will need a lot more practice to get comfortable," she replied. "now, run along."

...

"thanks for getting me out of detention," he chuckled as he walked side-by-side with you to hogsmeade.

"you're welcome?" 'fuck, he is staring again'

he got those chocolate hair and eyes...which it seems that you can not get enough of them

loves accompanying you around the vast castle of hogwarts

walking together after class is one of your favorite activities to do together

picking and packing up your books after charms class, you’ve noticed a green robe coming up to you.

“forgot this?” he passed your notebook.

“thanks, seb”

“what about…if i say…would you fancy a butterbeer this evening?” he questioned while staring at your hurried gestures.

“i- erm…i don’t know, i got a potions essay to work on…you know…they are quite the pain in the arse”

“hey, c’mon, butterbeer’s on me? it’s friday night,” sallow chuckled. “please?”

“hm…fine, meet me up at 6, quidditch gate,” you hurled your book bag up your shoulder as you reach for your wand.

“alright…see ya”

of course, being the ever gentleman he is, he will walk you to your dormitory. from the very highest ravenclaw towers, to the lowest hufflepuff dungeon, or even the golden house of gryffindor. (ofc if you are in slytherin, he will not miss a chance to send you to your room)

“alright…thanks for tonight, it’s my cue here,” you halted before your destination.

“you’re welcome, butterbeers are still on me next time, good night,” he smiled.

“night, seb”

sebastian was not quiet, no, he wasn't very close to being the quietest in the class. you will always find yourself, or perhaps, your ears, catching a glimpse of his voice in the busying class.

he can be the biggest teaser and a sarcastic commentator, which you act like you hated it. (no, you love it)

"i hope you don't mind me tying your shoe laces for you, cause i don't want you falling for nobody else," he chuckled.

"oh, please"

but one thing you have noticed is that, he will always find a good use of his chocolate eyes; they always find themselves searching through the sea of people to catch you.

he can be quiet if he wants, zoning out isn't the furthest of his forte

throwing out a joke or a comment were not something you are not used to as well.

of course, he finds a good blush in your cheeks everytime.

as cheeky and cunning he is, you couldn't ignore the feeling in your gut every time sebastian mentions his sister.

his demeanor shrinks and all you can hope is to comfort him in your arms.

he is loyal as a hufflepuff, quite interesting to find a slytherin boy as well-mannered as him.

'please, no, please, no-'

"who did you brought here with tonight, mr. sallow?" the librarian questioned.

...

"no one, ma'am"

"such a shame, mr. sallow, i will call the headmaster on this. just imagine what your uncle would-"

with one last glance, you mouthed him a 'thank you' and a smile on your face. your heart was beating so fast that it might nearly jumps out and pump itself on the floor.

you can lie to me, but i will never believe that sebastian does not love hugs.

he loves a good ol' hug. side hug, back hug, front hug, bear hug, a soul crushing hug, anything hug. plus one if it is a surprise hug.

mans love to joke around sometimes but, in the end, he is super protective. just a glimpse of how he would protect his sister. a gentleman, yet a bold friend.

standing up for you and always believing in you. hell yeah, he can even take a punch in the face for you *wink wink* and he can definitely place a punch for you; perhaps, a curse

the great hall is such a buzzing place, filled with students and delicious food to the brim. but undeniably, one of the best places to throw glances across the room for sebastian and y/n.

whether you are sitting across the room or just across the table, his eyes will always search for yours.

"i got my eyes on you, remember that"

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow imagines #sebastian sallow fanfiction #hogwarts legacy imagines #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #slytherin

[heartfullofleeches]

Bullied yan x delinquent reader who beats up their bullies once (probably because they were in the readers spot or getting in their way) know bullied yan clings to the reader and treats them like a god and basically willingly becomes their slave and the reader just looks at them with disgust and slight concern.

Bullied yan: I’ll kill them all if you told me to

Delinquent reader: that’s fucking stupid- you’d be throwing your life your away by murdering someone or anyone for no reason other than “somebody told me too”, don’t waste your life like that

Bullied: Y-You care about my life

Delinquent reader: NO! Fuck off

[light violence, excessive language]

"Alright, idiots. Since you chucklefucks clearly forgot how things run around here while I was away - I'd say it's time for another lesson. Line up and spread 'em."

Trembling in fear, your fellow delinquents part their fingers wide as they place their hands palms down on the gravel - breathing quickened as your looming shadow towers over their battered forms. Whistling along, you step over their hands in a leisurely stride - twisting your heels into the backs of their hands and crushing their fingers raw. You stare down every one of your victims - drawing your foot back to plant it square in the chest of the bully who immediately retracts their hands at you step off their hand. Yanking them forward by the collar as they reel, you crack them hard upside their head as you his.

"Did I fucking say you could move, bitch? I should break every god damn bone in your body for the shit you've been pulling lately, but I'm not trying to get expelled. "

The bully covers their face, shrinking as you ball your fist. "W-we're sorry, Y/n. We thought you were going to be out for the rest of the week. Please don't hurt me.."

What's happening...? The bullies who made their few short weeks in town a living hell - cowering as if they were cut from the same cloth. How-

Thomas had never been the most liked by their peers. Nish interests and their weak frame made them a prime target for bullying. Their parents already had the car packed at the first sign of trouble and off to the next district to try again instead of taking the easy route and letting them in their high school years at home. They tried harder to fit in this time. Blended with the crowd, stuck to themself and their books. In such a short time their family had found stable jobs and made friends with their neighbors. They didn't want to take that away from them, even at the expense of their own happiness away well being.

The bullies here were a different breed. All it took was mistaking one of their bags as their own for everything to crumble around Thomas. The next day they found glass in their locker, accusing words etched into their desk. They were hounded for the money from their part-time job and beaten when they refused to comply. What made matters worse was there were rumors of someone worse than them on suspension after assaulting another student in the parking lot. This was hell, and if they had to deal with another bully they likely wouldn't survive. All they wanted was for someone - anyone to rescue them from this nightmare.

"I've told you time and time again that the bleachers are my territory. You dumbasses think you're sneaky, but you always leave cigarettes and other filth behind. I want you to clean your shit up - and get the fuck off my property."

You look back at Thomas like a beast to prey. "And I want you to return everything you stole from that guy. I let you off the hook easy one to many times. On second thought, gimme me that."

You tear the watch off leader's wrist and throw it at them as you walk pass. "Pawn it. Should be worth almost as much as they took."

Thomas misses the catch, scrambling to their feet to pick up the watch. "T....thank you?"

You scoff. "Don't thank me. Those morons never learn and needed an explanation of what happens when you mess with my shit. Stay away from me or you'll end up just like them."

You push past them as you walk off. Thomas would later come to find you were the student spoken of in rumors and the guy you nearly put in the hospital had tried to fight you the authority you never sought to claim. Many saw you as another target for your reserved nature until you put them in their place with your fist. You were almost alike in that regard. Challenged by peers for your differences. Unlike Thomas, you had the courage to hold your ground and knock someone down if needed. It was aw inspiring. It was enchanting. Maybe you were more alike than they'd originally thought. Thomas had always longed for companionship and maybe deep down you wanted the same. Partners in this cruel, fucked up world.

The next day, Thomas waits outside for you to show. You arrive almost thirty minutes late making it the first day they've ever been late for class, but they were fully prepared to shed their old self to make room for whatever you wanted them to be. They run up to you, digging through their bag as they call out.

"Ah - Y/n! Wait!"

You turn, annoyance clear as day. "Yea?..."

Thomas laughs, oddly giddy at the aggression in your tone. "So that is your name... I, uh - have a present for you. My mom goes hunting in the fall and really wants me to come with her. She gave me this as an early gift and I thought you'd be better with it."

Raising a brow, your curiosity plummets as the sheath of the item Thomas drew comes into view. A hunting knife, roughly sixteen inches in length and engraved with their initials. It felt almost romantic to give something with their name to you. Your eyes shoot around the open hall; shoving their hands and the knife back into their bag as your voice drops to a venom posed whisper.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Thomas giggles hysterically. They never wanted to wash their hands again. "Y-you're touching me...."

"Why did you bring that here? Are you trying to get us both kicked out or arrested?"

"I-I just wanted to give you something to help you out if you get into trouble again. You said it yourself that they never learn. There's no better lesson than slitting someone's throat, right? If you're worried about getting caught you don't have to be. I'll take care of everything - and even if we do get caught I'll take the blame."

You let them go, wiping your hands on your shirt as your face scrunched in disgust. "You're stupider than you look. Stay the fuck away from me freak - and don't throw your life away over dumb shit like someone knocking you around.

Thomas sighs as you storm off. They feel as though they should be upset, but even in threat it almost sounds like you're just looking out for them in your own, special way. This move really had been a change - for the better.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere x you #yandere insert #yandere oc #yandere blurb #yandere drabble

[bimbobaggins69]

I saw you did someone’s request and I had to put mine in! Eddie being behind in class and the top of the class cheerleader reader is told to tutor Eddie and it somehow ends in them fucking between the bookshelves of the library, please? 🥺

Meet me in the library

Eddie Munson x sweet cheerleader fem!reader

⚠️warnings: SMUT 18+MDNI, playing never have I ever, Eddie has a slight corruption kink, dirty talk, public sex, fingering (f receiving), oral sex (m—receiving), unprotected p in v sex, cream pie, all of my “sweet and innocent or virgin” girlies are always undercover freaks, it’s hard for me to write for super innocent characters since well, I’m not.

A/N: I was recently rewatching st and realized a lot of the kids reference failing Spanish, so I thought that could be the subject Eddie needs help with in this, as I don’t see that much in other fics. Anyway, thank you to whoever sent in this request. Hope you like it <3

Today, was not your day. You had woken up 15 minutes late, missed the bus, did not have time to eat anything but a granola bar and to top it off; Tyler in first period, sent you one of his weekly pervy notes, that read: “You’re so hot, my zippers falling for you.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes as you crumbled the paper to throw away on your way out, to second period.

As you walk into Mrs. Burtons Spanish class, the vanilla air freshener sitting on her desk, wafting through the air. You take a seat in the middle and begin taking out your text book.

“Buenos Dias, clase.” Her inability to roll her tongue, peaking through her sentence.

“Buenos Dias, Mrs. Burton.” You and a few other pupils, say back.

“Please take out your Spanish 1, text books and turn to page 24.” As you move to open your book with the rest of the class, the classroom door is pulled open. Eddie Munson walks in, without a care in the world that he’s late. Choosing the open seat right next to you, he plops down. The smell of weed, hitting your nose. Clearly smoking before class was more important.

No wonder he’s a super duper senior - you thought to yourself

You usually try to give everyone the benefit of the doubt, but you’ve had a shit day and thus, no filter. You don’t dislike Eddie, you’ve had multiple classes with him throughout your high school career and even though you both have never really had a full on conversation, you’ve still never bought the crap this town says about him.

“So nice of you to join us, Señor Munson.” Spits Mrs. Burton, face adorned with the fakest of smiles

“Uh, I forgot my book in my van, sorry.” He says while slumping down in his chair

“Mmhm” Mrs. Burtons continues while rolling her eyes and turning towards the chalk board

“Psst, what page are we on?” You hear being whispered in your direction

You turn toward it, not sure if the questions is directed at you or someone else. As you turn your head towards the leather jacket wearing metal head, you notice his eyes trained on you, eyebrows lifted as if to say “hello?”

“Oh um, page 24.” You whisper back

“Thanks, Pom poms.” He says with a wink

Your face instantly blooming a rosy pink— Eddie notices as he throws you a cocky smirk.

You bury your head in your text book as Mrs. Burton explains the difference between “los padres and el padre”

After Mrs. Burton dismisses the class, and you’re packing up your belongings. She sets her sights on you.

“Y/L, Munson? Can I have a word with you both, before you go?” Her eyes darting from yours to Eddie’s

“Sure” you both say in unison, although your tones were anything but similar

You put the purple straps of your backpack on your shoulders, while Eddie haphazardly slings one strap over his. Bag zipped halfway.

You both walk up to Mrs. Burtons desk, side by side. Eddie looked annoyed, like he had better things to be doing, while you always did your best to be polite.

“Y/N, I wanted to ask. Since you are my best student, if you wouldn’t mind tutoring Eddie, here? If he passes these next two tests, they will count for half of his grade, if he can bump his F up to at least a C, he can finally pass my class.”

She says, all while side eyeing Eddie. His jaw clenching through her proposal. You couldn’t help feeling bad for the way he was treated, by peers and teachers alike. You wondered how it must feel to have your teachers give up on you. You would probably stop caring, too.

Before your thoughts could carry on, Mrs. Burton begins talking again.

“So, what do you say?” Her eyes pleading for a yes, she clearly wants him out of her class.

You look over again at Eddie, the action making your tummy fill with butterflies. Having to be in close proximity to him, most likely alone. You couldn’t tell if the nerves were from intimidation or infatuation.

You’d find out soon.

“Yeah, of course. I’d love to help!” Words coming out way too enthusiastic in comparison to how you were internally feeling.

“Okay, excellent.” She says as she sits down in her seat to begin grading papers.

She looks up at you and Eddie through her lashes “you both are free to go.” She says with a tight lipped smile

Eddie is the first one to make his way out the door. Exhaling a breath he’d been holding.

“So, when and where do you wanna meet up?” He says through gritted teeth, face impassive as his eyes flicker to yours.

“Meet me in the library, after school.” You say as you turn on your heel and head to third period.

The day dragged on, until finally the last bell rang out. You made your way to your locker. Exchanging some of your text books for ones you’d need to help you study that night.

As you swing your locker shut, your thoughts interrupted by a figure leaning up against the next locker over.

“Hola, pom poms.” Eddie says with a smirk, your widened eyes turn squinted as you return the smile.

“I thought we were meeting in the biblioteca?”—You inquire

“The what?” He says as he reads your face for the answer

Oh lord, you had your work cut out for you.

“Biblioteca means library in Spanish, Eddie.” You say with a giggle

“Mm, no yeah, I-I knew that.” His smirk drops, as he swallows. Addams apple bobbing at the motion.

“Sure you did. So do you wanna lead the way, or do you need directions?” You say with no bite to your words, purely a joke.

“Oh, low blow, princess!” He says as he puts his hand over his heart. “All have you know, I’ve been to the library once or twice before.” He smirks while looking back at you.

The butterflies in your stomach returning, ten fold.

As you both shuffle into the library, it was mostly empty. Most of your peers have already headed home for the day. You both find a nice secluded table towards the back shelves. Away from the judging eyes of Mrs. Westin, the grumpy old librarian who loves to tell people to be quiet, even when their voices are just above a whisper. You knew Eddie could be loud, witnessing his little outburst in the cafeteria and in classes you both have shared together, through the years.

As you reach the furthest table; you remove your backpack, taking out your text book along with some paper and a pencil. Meanwhile Eddie slams his body into his seat, slumping down and spreading his legs out as he crosses his arms against his chest. You can feel him watching you as you turn to the page your next test was going to be on.

“Are you going to keep staring at me? Or are you going to get your text book and writing utensils out, so we can study?” You ask as you uncomfortably shift in your seat, his gaze doing nothing to ease the butterflies flapping around your belly.

“I’d rather study you, princess.” He says as he brings his chin towards his chest, looking at you through his lashes. Big doe eyes roaming your chest, neck and face as he brings his bottom lip behind his top teeth to bite. Finally his eyes meet yours and you can’t help but to get lost in them.

What was he doing to you?

You were hardly boy crazy, basking in the fact that you never took any of these boys serious. School always came first. That’s not to say you haven’t dated or had fun, you certainly have but you knew graduating and getting the hell outta this soul sucking town was the real object of your desires.

But Eddie was making you feel ways you’ve never felt, ways you didn’t even know were physically possible for you.

You bring your thoughts to a halt, as your eyes quickly find solace in the page in front of you.

“Text book, Eddie?” You say, with a tone you weren’t familiar hearing from yourself.

“I-I didn’t bring it. Is it cool if we just share?” He stands up and makes his way around the table to plop in the chair, beside you. Mirroring the same slouch and spread legs, as earlier. Not even waiting to hear your answer.

“Sure, why not.” You whisper to yourself as you continue looking over the page, trying to gage what lesson you wanted to work on first.

Eddie sits up and scoots his chair closer to you, elbow touching yours. Sending something as easily described as electricity, coursing through your body. You begin to move uncomfortably in your seat again. Eddie, watching you closely out the side of his eyes.

He was purposely trying to throw you off, and it was working. You close your text book and look up at him, while you scoot back in your chair. Eddie moves back a bit too, eyes widening as he thinks you’re going to get up and walk away from him and his antics.

“How about we put off studying for a day and I don’t know, talk?” You say as you collect your book and utensils to put back in your backpack.

“Talk? What would you like to talk about, poms?”

“My name is y/n, not Poms not Pom Poms just y/—n. Okay?” You snap, although the nickname was kinda cute coming from him, you’d prefer to be called your real name.

Eddie puts his hands up in surrender.

“Y/n, right. Sorry.” He says as he begins nervously scratching the back of his neck.

“Well, why don’t we get to know each other a little bit? Maybe that way you can get more comfortable with me and then it’ll be a little easier to study.” You’d much rather talk to him anyway, see what’s going on under that beautiful, luscious head of hai— nope, no. Don’t even finish that thought.

Eddie raises his eyebrows, smirk adorning his full pink lips

“I’d love nothing more than to get to know you, princess..” smirk growing wider

Okay, so much for wanting him to call me by my name. Cause if it’s between that and princess, princess wins. Hands down.

“How about we make it interesting?” Face full of mischief

You could tell that face was going to be nothing but trouble, but you couldn’t help the intrigue it brought you.

“Okay, what did you have in mind?” You ask, trying your best to be impartial.

“Have you ever played, never have I ever?”

“I mean, a couple times at a sleep over and once at a house party, but that involved alcohol.” You say as your heart thumps out of your chest. You remember those questions being anything but innocent. The middle of the library probably not the best place for this. But, you also thought it could be fun.

“Right, well unfortunately for us, we don’t have any. So maybe we can just put a finger down, instead.” Disappointment in his voice “Okay, you start.” He says with a motion of his hand.

“Never have I ever… ditched school.” You wanted to start off small and work your way to the good stuff

Eddie puts his finger down, with an exhale of his breath.

“Okay, princess. Let’s play fair.” He snorts out with a chuckle

“Never have I ever, had a one night stand.” He says with a cocky smirk, as he puts a finger down. Eyes trained on you, as he waits for your answer

You shake your head, as you nervously play with your fingers in your lap.

He’s just jumping right in, okay.

Eddie nods his head as he laughs to himself, as if to say “I knew it.”

“Never have I ever… Um, broken a bone.” You put a finger down, remembering 6th grade and your bright pink cast you had to wear for a whole a year.

Eddie barks out a laugh as he shakes his head.

“No, no, no sweetheart. Dirty questions only.” He says with a smug smile

“Why? I meant get to know as in little details of each other’s lives, not sexually.” You whisper the last word, making Eddie roll his eyes

“C’mon princess, this is so much more interesting.” He whines

“Okay, fine. Never have I ever had sex in a car.” You say as you put a finger down

Eddie’s eyes widen at the new information. He thought you were a virgin, miss Virgin Mary in the flesh. You had unexpectedly surprised him.

“Mm, that’s what I’m talking about, sweetheart.” He says smug smirk still adorning his face

“Never have I ever, had a threesome.” He puts another finger down, as your eyes widen at the fact.

“You’ve had a threesome? With who?” You ask, tone in disbelief

“It was a friend and some girl.” He answers

“With another guy?” The thought making your thighs close, as you swallow down the curiosity plaguing your mind.

Eddie just nods his head, as he looks at you. Awaiting your next revelation.

“Never have I ever, kissed a member of the same sex?” You couldn’t help it, you were curious.

Eddie side eyes you, he knows exactly what you’re doing. He puts his finger down, as you mirror him. Having made out with your best friend at a few of your sleepovers.

That was totally normal, wasn’t it?

You and Eddie, both clearly surprised by the others answer.

“Oh, so miss goody two shoes is actually just a secret bad girl. Having sex in cars and kissing girls? Mm, I like this version much better.” He snickers

You roll your eyes, but can’t help but laugh along.

“Okay, okay” Eddie begins “never have I ever… had sex in public? Car sex doesn’t count.” He continues

“How does that not count? It’s literally in public.”

“I mean in a public place; a park, a gas station, a library?” He says leaning closer to you as he whispers the last part.

Your face heats up at the thought of Eddie, fucking you against one of these bookshelves. Before you could think about the words, they’re already leaving your mouth.

“Nope, can’t say I’ve ever had the privilege of getting fucked in a library.”

Eddie’s eyes darken and his jaw tics at your language. He’s never even heard you cuss before, not even a damn or hell. He was loving that you weren’t as innocent as he thought. Although he did very much want to corrupt you, he thinks it’ll be easier now.

“Well, do you want to?” He asks, big eyes staring into your souls as he licks his lips.

“Um, I-I don’t know.” You stammer

Of course I do! I want you to do whatever you want to me— your brain betrays you, with its horny thoughts. God, it hasn’t been that long. Has it?

“Just say the word, princess. We can change that, if that’s something you’d like.” He says, voice not matching the sexual undertones of the conversation. He sounded so sweet and understanding. Like if you said no, he totally wouldn’t pressure you. He’d just go about his day, like nothing was even said. And that, makes you want him even more.

Your voice feels stuck in your throat. How do you tell him you do, really, really want that without sounding like a slut? I mean clearly, he was one but you don’t know if you’d like to be looked at in that light.

“It’s cool, don’t sweat it. We’ll just get back to stud-“ finally you find your voice, you have to just say it, own it. Who cares, you want Eddie. You want him to fuck you and that doesn’t make you any less than anyone else.

“N-No, I um” you sit up straighter as you try to say the rest of your sentence with more confidence “I want you to fuck me.” You say as you look him directly in the eyes.

His smile beams, as he rubs his chin in deliberation. As if, trying to grasp at the fact that, Hawkins sweetest and most innocent cheerleader just asked him to fuck her in the library. This was better than Christmas. Hell, christmas and his birthday combined. He couldn’t wait to get a little taste of your sweetness, he hoped this wouldn’t be the last time either.

“Okay, anything you want princess.” He whispers as he put his large ringed hand on your thigh. Rubbing up to the hem of your green and yellow cheer skirt. Goosebumps spreading all over your thighs at the coldness of his rings. You squeaked at the gesture.

“Shh, shh. It’s okay, baby I’m just g’na get you nice and ready for me, is that okay? Get that pussy, all nice and dripping for me? Huh?” He whispers closer to the shell of your ear. You bite your lip at his filthy words. Rosy cheeks making another appearance.

He moves his hand up higher, grabbing at the fat of your upper thigh and letting out a low growl, as if that really turned him on. Your heart was beating out of your chest as you began looking back towards the front of the library, trying to make sure you wouldn’t get caught and suffer the wrath of Mrs. Westin.

“It’s okay, sweet girl. I won’t let us get caught, okay?” He says as he grabs your chin and turns your head back to look at him. As you take in his face, you notice his eyes trained on your lips. He wanted to kiss you, so without thinking twice you move in closer, closing the space between you both. He watches you and realizes what you’re doing. He begins to completely close it, by putting his lips on yours. The kiss is soft and sweet, until his other hand grabs the back of your head, pulling you even closer. He slips his tongue past your lips as he entangles it with yours, the kiss now needy and passionate. His hand continuing to skate up your skirt, until he reaches your panty covered slit. He can feel just how soaked he’s made you.

“Fuck, you always this wet when you tutor dumbasses, like me?” He laughs, but his self deprecation pulls at your heart strings.

“You’re not a dumbass, Eddie. Don’t talk like that about yourself.” You say shyly, but voice full of tenderness, a tenderness eddie was not use to.

“What? You care about me now? I got your pussy wet, so you think you give a shit about me? Is that it?” He says, but his tone was anything but mean. It was more teasing, something about it made your sex throb and your panties soak up more of your juices.

“N-no, I just don’t think you’re a dumbass. I think, you don’t apply yourself in things that don’t interest you. I think, if you would actually let me help you, and make it interesting enough, you could pass in no time. I’ve worked with dumbasses, you Eddie are not one.” You continue

Eddie’s never been great at taking compliments or receiving love, so he does the only thing he can think of in that moment that doesn’t include any talking. Smashing his lips back into yours with a deep set growl, it’s wet and sloppy, you want more.

And just as if he was reading your mind, Eddie slips your cotton panties to the side, and brings a ringed finger up your slit to collect the wetness. You open your legs wider, as Eddie smirks into the sloppy kiss. He begins rubbing at your little bundle of nerves, and you’re so in the moment that you can’t help but moan out, immediately moving your face into your elbow to cover it up with a cough. Eddie throws his head back in laughter, at that. He can’t take how fucking cute you are. It’s driving him, crazy!

Before you can collect yourself from that embarrassing moment, Eddie plunges a finger into your dripping hole, as he brings your face back to kiss him, trying to conceal your moans.

Finally, he removes his hand from your panties as he whispers in your ear. “Cmon, let’s go find a more private place, for this.” He stands and holds his hand out for you to take, you put your smaller hand in his, as he guides you to the book shelves even further back. You would have to hurry, as the library will be closing soon, but luckily you have more than enough time to spare. You’ve been stuck in this library multiple times to study, so you know about what time, Mrs. Westin comes around to start telling students to, pack it up.

As you follow Eddie behind the bookshelf that reads “science fiction.” He pulls you over and gently puts your back up against the shelves, a couple books digging into your back, but you didn’t mind.

“You sure you still wanna do this, baby?” He asked with such softness, you couldn’t help but melt.

“Yes, I do Eddie.” You whisper to him as you hold his gaze

His smile was infectious. He brought his hands up to your waist, grabbing at the flesh and then rubbing down towards the fat of your ass, grabbing two handfuls.

“Such a pretty ass, I can’t help myself every time I see you, baby. I just gotta look.” He whispers into your ear, making you shiver in excitement.

“I can’t do everything I’d like to do to you, here. But I’m g’na give you a little taste, until next time. How’s that sound?” His voice so silky and smooth. You nod your head, as your eyes water. The anticipation was making you mad, you needed Eddie right then and there.

But the promise of a next time, made the butterflies in your stomach explode.

You didn’t care, you needed him in your mouth. No more waiting. You turn him around and push him up against the same shelf you were just standing against, as you drop down to your knees. Eddie’s eyes bulging out of his head.

“Holy shit.” He whispered to himself

You begin working at his button and zipper, pulling his black jeans and red checkered boxers to his knees. His dick springing out and tapping your cheek. Now, it was your eyes that were bulging out of your head. You knew Eddie’s cocky attitude probably solidified the fact that he was packing, but not like this. He was porn star big.

“Mm, open up baby. Open that pretty little mouth for me.” He says as he grabs his pretty pink cock in one hand, tapping it against your mouth. The pre cum being smeared on your top and bottom lip.

You open and take the head of him, into your mouth and suck. “Fuck” you hear from above you. Taking more into your mouth inch by inch as you reach the middle, not able to fit his whole length in at a time. He grabs your hair in a makeshift ponytail and whispers “I know you can take more baby, cmon just a little bit more.” And the desperation in his voice does nothing but make you want to obey.

So you continue taking more of him into your mouth, until your nose brushes against the tuft of curls situated at the bottom of his shaft. You can hear him making gasps and groans above your head, so you move your eyes to focus on the metalhead above you. The knuckle of his thumb between his teeth, as he bites down. Trying to hide his moans from being heard, from across the dead library.

You want nothing more than to hear him, his groans and mules and praises. But as he said, you’ll save that for another day.

He gently pulls your hair, as if to silently tell you to get up on to your feet. You stand back up, drool covering your lips and tears staining your cheeks.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful baby.” He says as he bites at his lip, and uses his finger to wipe up a stray tear. “Come here.” He grabs the small of your back pushing your chest into his, as he kisses you, pulling your skirt up to reveal your baby pink cotton panties. He smiles as his eyes take in the wet spot, just for him.

He moves you further down to another book shelf, as he pushes you back up against it. Grabbing your left leg and hiking it up around his waist, as he digs back under your skirt to move your panties to the side. Taking his cock in one hand. He spreads your arousal all over the tip before it begins breeching your tight hole.

“Fuck, I knew you’d be tight but holy shit.” He gasps

He continues moving in, deeper and deeper. Inch by inch.

You moan out into his ear, something only for you and him to hear, as he begins fucking into you, stretching you out and stuffing you whole. He speeds up as your pussy begins to stretch wider for him. You’re both moaning into each others mouths, ears and necks as he fucks you better than you’ve ever been fucked. Your toes curling in your white ked sneakers. Head thrown back, against the book shelf as he hits that spot so deep inside you. Your pussy begins to flutter around him, making him fuck into you harder. You knew if Mrs. Westin were to come and check on you both, she’d immediately know what was going on. The thought making your pussy flutter even more.

You moan out as you look into Eddie’s eyes.

“Right there. Fuck, don’t stop.”

“Is that your spot, baby? Fuck yeah, I’m not stopping. Not until your cumming all over this cock.” 

He was so close but he needed you to finish first. Taking his ringed fingers and bringing them to your lips, you open up and begin sucking on ‘em. Getting them nice and wet. He moves them between your bodies as he reaches your clit, wet fingers drawing circles over the sensitive bud. Making your vision go white and your legs shake.

“I’m cumming, fuck I’m cumming, Eddie.” You screech out.

“Fuck, so am I. Where do you want it?.” He says as he throws his head back, hair falling beautifully behind his shoulders as he drives his cock harder into you, almost animalistic.

“Inside, please cum inside me.” You cry out

The suggestion and desperation in your voice tipping him over the edge as he releases, white hot ropes inside of your fucked out cunt.

Eddie’s face falls into your neck as he holds on to your hips, you both catching your breathes. Coming down from the best high of your life.

“Damn, yeah we’re definitely g’na have more fun, next time.” He says as he kisses your lips, and pulls away to stuff himself back into his jeans.

You fix your panties and smooth out your skirt as you, and Eddie begin making your way back to the table.

Eddie grabs you by the waist and brings you back towards him, as he notices you begin to close back into yourself. “Hey, that was okay, right? I wasn’t too rough or anything?” He says, he really had a way of making you feel cared for.

“It was perfect, Eddie. I can’t wait to do it again.” You smile as you grab your backpack and sling it over your shoulder, not caring to fix it properly.

Eddie throws his arm around your shoulders, kissing you on the crown of your head. “Let me walk you out to your car.” He offers

“Oh, thank you. What a gentleman.” You joke

You both make your way out of the library, Mrs. Westin side eyeing you both until you walk out of the library, in a fit of giggles.

“Hey, so can I get your number or something?” Eddie says as he leans against your car and opens your door up for you.

“Yeah, sure.” You say back as you rip a piece of paper out of your journal and bring out a pen. Writing your number as you fold it up and hand it to him. He opens it, smiling at your name with a little heart right next to it.

“Alright, I’ll talk to you later?” He asks as he leans in, to give you one more peck to your lips.

“Yeah Eddie, I’ll talk to you later.” You say as you climb into your car.

Holy shit, you just fucked Eddie in the library and you’re going to do it again.

Thank you for reading! 💞

Comments and reblogs are appreciated

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[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Black Reader - Volunteer

Summary - Ruben wants to celebrate Man City winning another PL title. However, Reader won't be able to join him.

Enjoy!

You thought that your life would change, dating someone like Ruben Dias. Although there were some drastic changes, mainly the sudden invasion of privacy from strangers claiming to know and judging everything about you. Other than that, your life was normal.

You were even able to keep your day job as a middle school teacher, at least up until the point that it became irrational for you to take as many days off as you did when traveling with Ruben to his many away games. Although your hours as a teacher were reduced by quitting your job, you never forgot where you came from and always went back to volunteering whenever they needed you. Like this weekend, for instance.

The summer holidays were closing in. Although most children were looking forward to it, others, less fortunate kids, dread the feeling of being trapped at home without anywhere to go for ten weeks. Especially children from troubled backgrounds where their parents were known alcoholics.

In this case, the school always used the last days of the term to cheer up the children with fun activities, sponsored by the local churches and volunteers like yourself signing up to help out.

"If we win the league, I'm taking you to Ibiza."

"If you win?" You giggled. Ruben came out of the bathroom, toothbrush in his mouth. He was so eager to start the last game of the season for Man City. Today was the day his team could make Premier league history by becoming the first team to secure four back to back titles.

"Yes, if we win. Nothing is for certain." He said, darting his toothbrush at you.

You shook your head. Ruben was just being daft. City would win their game today against West Ham, and they would win it easily.

A few hours later, as you watch the refeee blow the final whistle, Manchester City were champions once again.

"Baby, what did I say!" Ruben cheered. "Start packing your fucking bags."

It was hysterical. The scenes at the Ethiad stadium were very hysterical, with fans invading the pitch from all directions. You were a little afraid to step onto it yourself. However, Ruben would be very disappointed if you didn't. In the joyous state that he was in, he would've probably climbed the stands and carried you onto the pitch himself.

"Did I tell you how much I fucking love you?" Ruben pressed a wet kiss to your forhead before running off with his teammates, all of them celebrating like a pack of hooligans. It was all very hysterical and brilliant at the same time.

"I can't find my mommy."

Walking around the pitch, taking it all in, how happy and proud Ruben must be of himself and his teammates, you suddenly bumped into a child who seemed a bit dissoriented and anxious to be reunited with his parents.

"Have you lost your mother?" You asked, kneeling down to be at eye level with the boy.

"Yes, I think she went with daddy?"

"Alright, let's go find mommy and daddy then. Would you like that?"

The boy nodded and felt safe enough to accept your offer to hold his hand.

"Oh my God, Rome!"

It didn't take long for you to find out who the child belonged to. You had practically been looking for each other.

"Shit Y/N, you found him."

"He actually found me." You smiled and watched Kevin de Bruyne reunite with his son.

"I don't know how to thank you. Michele was so worried."

"All is well now."

"Yeah, thanks to you."

It was something, seeing a father's relief. Sometimes you wonder if Ruben would be like that, a caring father?

"Will we see you tonight?" Kevin asked, little Rome in his arms.

"Tonight?"

"Yes, for the celebration party?"

"Oh, that." It sounded fun, truly. But you had a long week ahead, starting tomorrow.

You had to get to the school early to help the other volunteers set everything up. You explained this to Kevin, who seemed to understand.

"To be honest, I'm not one for parties either. It's sounds like fun, volunteering."

"You should try it." You said. And with that, Kevin left to find his wife and their other children while you went to collect an ecstatic Ruben before he hurt himself.

"What do you mean you're not coming with me to the party?"

Unlike Kevin, Ruben didn't take the news as well. The two of you returned home, with Ruben noticing that you weren't getting ready to go out, like him.

"Well, I have to get up early tomorrow."

"So?"

"Ruben? "

"Come on baby, it's not everyday I win a championship?"

"Four in a row, Ruben. You've literally won four in a row." And you had been there to witness two of them.

He grinned. "Isn't it lovely?"

You rolled your eyes.

"Come on, baby." Ruben trailed your steps through the apartment. "What about Ibiza, we leave right after the City parade. Please tell me you're coming with me to that?"

"The parade, or Ibiza?"

"You're kidding me right?"

"Ruben." You sighed. "I've told you how important volunteering for the kids is to me."

"But won't there be other volunteers?"

"No, Ruben, they're gonna need all hands on deck, we're already very short staffed."

"Because the school is so run down. Why would anyone want to volunteer there?"

You paused, mouth wide open.

"What?"

"I can't believe you just said that."

"It's the truth."

"Ruben, that school has been there for all my life. I grew up going to that school." You felt yourself getting rallied up. How could Ruben be so stubborn about this when he knew how important your job was to you?

"Okay, look...." He whipped out his phone in one last attempt to win you over. "Just give me the number of the principal, and I'll make sure to forward a nice little donation to the school, of course in the return that you will come with me to Ibiza. There, problem solved."

"No, Ruben!" You groand. "The only problem I have right now is you not hearing me out."

"Come on baby, let's not fight. The car will be here in a minute."

"Ruben! Do you even hear yourself right now? I get wanting to celebrate with your teammates, but you're gonna have to accept the fact that I'm NOT coming with you!"

That seemed to do it.

That was the end of the shouting.

Disappointed, Ruben left for the party without you. And you went to bed with a headache that would last all week.

It was only around Wednesday that you no longer thought of your heated argument with Ruben. By then, the title celebrations in England were over, with Ruben hopping on a plane to take him and his friends straight to Ibiza.

Perhaps it was for the best that you spent sometime apart. You were too emerged in your volunteer work anyway.

"Miss Y/N, can you go on the waterslide with me? I'm scared."

"Scared?"

With the church donations, the school was able to set up a blow-up waterslide. All children seemed to enjoy it, although you admit that the construction looked very steep.

"Yes, I'm scared so will you ride it with me?"

"Erm....I don't know Nelson. I didn't bring any swimwear."

"Oh, okay." The boy muttered.

"I'll go with you on the slide."

The boy gasped, eyes wide as he perked up. "Kevin de Bruyne!"

You snapped your head back and were equally surprised. "Kevin? What are you...."

"Hey everyone, it's Kevin de Bruyne!" Nelson shouted, alerting a flock of children to head your way.

Kevin smiled. "Ruben forwarded the address and said you might need a hand."

"He did?"

Cheering children cane running towards you, and soon Kevin was ambushed by all of them.

Behind him was his wife, Michele, and their kids. "I guess my kids better hurry up and get on the slide now, while my husband distracts the others." She smiled.

"Um...help yourself." You stammered, not really sure how this came to be.

"Y/N?"

And as if things weren't strange enough, John Stones and Kyle Walker came walking through the school gates. They had also brought along their families. "Ruben promised there would be food." Kyle said.

"Um, there is." You pointed towards the table next to the grill.

"Great. Kids, run along. Daddy has to eat."

"I'm sorry about him." John smiled, giving you a hug. "It was all pretty last minute of Ruben to invite us. I didn't even know that the two of you were volunteers."

"Neither did I." You frowned. "You said Ruben invited you?"

"Yeah." John nodded. "I think he messaged everyone in the Man City group chat. The rest are probably on their way."

"The rest?" You looked to the gates, and indeed, some very nice cars were seen pulling up to the school parking lot. You recognized everyone of Ruben's teammates, including their family's. Even some of the City staff members were seen entering the school yard.

"I think we're gonna need more food." The principal, who appeared behind you, said. She looked more excited than anxious, peering her head to see who was next to walk through the gates. Your heart skipped at the sight of him, Ruben, carrying the child of his teammate Bernardo Silva.

"I know he is your sagnificant other..." The principal said as the two of you watched Ruben make his way over. "But I figured he'd be too busy with the celebrations of winning the league. I didn't want to come off as too forward by asking you to invite him. You know....for the children."

"Right."

"I'm glad you did it anyway."

"I actually...didn't." You turned around to see that the principal was gone. She had joined the children to watch Kevin de Bruyne go down the water slide.

"I think that's everyone?"

You turned around to find Ruben and Bernardo standing before you. They were looking around the crowded school yard, kids mixed with the newly crowned title winners. It was surreal, with everyone, even the volunteers looking to enjoy themselves.

"It's a good thing you got going here." Bernardo said, unhanding Ruben his child. "Make sure to invite us to the next one."

"Um...sure." You stammered, to which Ruben smiled. The two of you were left standing. Ruben towering over you like a tree. He stretched out his arms. "Suprise."

A smiled crept your face. You gave in, stepping forward to let him warp his giant arms around you.

"What about Ibiza?" You said, tilting your head.

Ruben looked down, eyes beaming brightly at you. "I was wrong, and you we right, I'm sorry."

You smiled. "Thank you."

He bent down, capturing your lips with his own. "You're there for my important stuff." He whispered. "It's only right that I should be there for your important stuff too."

"Oh, Ruben."

He kissed you again, assuring you that he was indeed in it for the long hall.

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[t3a-tan]

What would James do if he found a borrower child by themselves? Especially if Oliver wasn’t there to help?

Oh I don't know... Probably something like... This!! >:)

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"Oliver?"

James was a bit surprised to hear something fall in his kitchen— mainly because Oliver usually greeted him when he arrived…not to mention that he told James just a couple days ago that he would be busy for the week and wouldn't be visiting during that time.

James turned off the TV and stood up, doing some much needed stretching after having sat down lazing about for most of the day. He paused as he heard more rattling in the kitchen, growing concerned. Oliver hadn't responded…was he stuck somewhere?

"You okay, mate? Did something happen and you had to come by early or did you just miss my handsome face that much." He added a bit of humour to his words as he walked into the kitchen, immediately recognizing that the noise had been coming from the sink. His eyes widened. "Shit— hold on…"

Without wasting any time he carefully picked up the various dishes and cups that were piled in the sink in an effort to find where Oliver had managed to get himself trapped. He wouldn't have been too worried if not for the fact that the dishes were all currently soaking in warm water, and if Oliver was stuck then he might also not be able to breathe.

Eventually his hand brushed against something that didn't feel like dishes or bits of food that were floating about it the water, and without even checking to make sure he was correct James hastily pulled his friend out of the water, making sure to pick up the plate that had trapped his leg first to avoid injury. He pulled the plug out too to keep the incident from repeating.

"Fuck— are you okay? Please don't drown in my sink, that would be a...a… um." James trailed off, freezing up as he watched a young child shuddering and hacking up water whilst in his hands.

"You aren't Oliver…" He murmured, slightly in awe of that fact. He hadn't held another borrower besides Oliver before— he had interacted very distantly with some borrowers that Oliver was in the process of rescuing once, but they hadn't spoken a word to him…let alone allowed him to carry them.

It was surreal. Even though Oliver let James poke and prod and carry him as much as James wanted (with permission of course), it never felt that crazy because…well… Oliver acted very normal. Sometimes James even forgot he was the size of his thumb if he hadn't looked at him for a while.

This was different, because this was new. Oliver had never put much significance to James carrying him or touching him, but he had always reminded James not to grab or touch or pick up any other borrowers he found—

Oh.

"Uhh hey kid. You alright?" James spoke, thankful that the boy was at least awake. Coughing up the water was a good sign, right? Better than not coughing it back up at least… James leaned in closer to try to see how the child was doing physically.

He was rewarded with a terrified squeal, one that startled him so bad he very nearly dropped the poor kid. Not that it would have mattered, because the kid scrambled back away from his face so quickly that they toppled over the edge of his palm anyway.

"Shoot—"

James's hands quickly shot down to catch them, and he was relieved when his fingers managed to catch on the kid's little bag. For a moment James was intrigued by the tiny pack, only to quickly focus on the panicking kid that was kicking and shoving at the air in hopes of escaping.

"Careful there, kid. Here, I'll put you down…nice and gentle, see? Nothing to be— hey!" James was in the process of lowering the tiny child onto the kitchen counter, but the moment he released them they made a run for it. James didn't hesitate to slam his hand down in front of them, stopping the kid in their tracks.

"I'm not done with you yet, kid. Will you just— OW! Fu—rick..!" James cursed (or almost did) as he suddenly found the sharp end of a sewing needle getting jabbed into the base of his thumb. He thought borrowers carried those to fight off predators! Why was this kid stabbing him??

Once the initial shock of the needle wore off it no longer hurt, and so James pulled it out with ease. He shoved it in his pocket before levelling the kid with furrowed brows and a deep frown on his face.

"Right then you—"

"P-please don't kill me..!" A tiny cry of terror caused all of James's frustrations to disappear in the blink of an eye. He watched with halted breath as the child curled into a shaking ball and covered their head…cowering. From him.

James's heart sunk. Oliver said other borrowers would be scared, but he never explained how scared. James had always assumed they'd be more nervous than terrified— Oliver after all had zero fear of James when they first met. He was the one approaching James after all.

But here James was, looming over a tiny kid who apparently thought he was a murderer. James's hand fell away from the counter quickly, now hovering close by with worry.

"Hey now… I'm not gonna…kill you." Despite his attempt at reassurance the kid remained curled up in terror. James sighed. "Sorry. I wasn't thinking— didn't notice you were so scared. I won't do anything to you, okay? I'm just surprised. Oliver said I didn't have any borrowers in my house."

Thinking that maybe mentioning he knew what borrowers were might help. It seemed he was off his game today…

The tiny child's wide eyes turned onto him, face as pale as a ghost. James bristled, not expecting such a visceral response.

"I'm… I'm not a bad human." The words left James's mouth, though it sounded more like he was reassuring himself than reassuring the kid at that moment. He had taken Oliver's nonchalance for granted it seemed, because right now he felt like nothing more than a monster.

The kid had gone back to burying their head in their knees, visibly shaking, silently heaving in a way that made it clear they were crying. James felt worse and worse for the kid by the second.

"How old are you..? Where are your parents?" James wished Oliver was here. He would know what to do— not to mention that this kid wouldn't be shit scared of him.

After receiving no response, James reached forward slowly, very lightly tapping the child's back to check if they had heard him.

"T-ten…! I don't know where they are— p-please let me go…" They sobbed, now openly crying without their face buried in the fabric of their shoddily made clothing. James winced.

He would let the kid go… but if they didn't know where their parents were then that wasn't a good idea. But was keeping them a much better one? Would Oliver be mad at him for keeping them? Would he be mad if he let a kid go alone?

He decided not to respond to the plea, focusing on the answers he had received instead.

"Are you lost? I can get you back home if you need it, kid. No fare to pay either." He joked, but neither he nor the child laughed. He doubted the tiny child even understood what a fare was.

"L-let me go…." They begged again. James pursed his lips awkwardly, not responding. If he said no the kid would panic more, and if he said yes then he'd be lying.

"I have chocolate..? Even borrower kids must love chocolate, huh? Let me fetch it…" James moved back away from the tiny kid, although he hesitated while looking down at them from this perspective. They were so tiny… being around someone as confident and assertive as Oliver had made him forget just how minuscule and fragile borrowers were compared to him.

"I'll… hang on." He turned, rummaging through a cabinet and trying not to focus too hard on how colossally he must be screwing things up. "Where did I..? Did I finish it or something…? Oh! Here—"

When James finally found the fruit and nut chocolate bar he turned back to the kid only to find an empty countertop, with a little puddle of dishwater left in their place. He saw wet prints and followed them to one of his outlet covers which was slightly askew… the kid had escaped.

Rather than calling out and scaring them more, James sighed. He looked down at his hand, trying to remember what it felt like to hold them in it moments ago. He then shook his head, putting the chocolate bar down on the counter before pulling the sewing needle back out of his pocket and putting it down next to it. He glanced towards the wall the kid was probably currently hiding in. Hiding from him.

"Your needle is on the side… and chocolate. I'm going out, okay? Just don't get hurt please." He spoke with a slightly raised tone to make sure they heard him. Then, with some hesitation, James stepped away from the counter. He put on his shoes, grabbed his keys and left.

Please don't die.

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[minimallyminnie]

A shined-up obtrusive PRIDE

Summary: You’re tired of Jamil Viper being so cocky…Kinda makes you wanna kiss his mouth shut and make him cry.

THIS IS LITERALLY ONE OF THE MOST SUGGESTIVE/SPICER SIDE OF MY WRITING??? HELLO??? 🥲🥲🥲 I’M SO SORRY FOR MY MOOTS WHO ARE READING THIS…

Tags/Tw: EVERYONE IS 18+, Suggestive, Enemies with benefits, modern college au (no magic), rough kisses, there’s no strings attached really, arguing when you’re making out, hinting in the future for a 3 way with Kalim (doesn’t happen), Reader is one of the top students, Gn reader! Kinda ooc Jamil…he’s really cocky here like we are in this story 😔

If yk where the title came from…hit me up in the comments…

Did he always have to flaunt his shit in your face???

Aggravating you everyday with his smug smirk when you two crossed paths during between periods, showing off his picture perfect grades…

AGH!

He just made you so pissed at him! Every. Single. Damn. DAY!

After reconciling with Jamil, poor Kalim would always have to break you two up if you ended up fighting in the middle of the halls…

Both of you two had detention with him once, he had to give you two one considering you two were actually fighting in the Scarabia side of the campus…He had you two clean the whole building together while he just wondered where you two went wrong…

Though it took a long time, he eventually reached an understanding with Jamil after his outburst at him! How come you didn’t cease the arguing?!

Even if a student asked any of the housewardens, they don’t think any of them would know.

Both of you guys were at each other throats constantly! Even the teachers groaned when they heard again from one of the housewardens or students.

Ace and Deuce always walked with you…but they were always a minute late because of their arguing and unfortunately, that minute is always when you see him. You can hear your small kitty in your bag basically scream at him too, good Grim!

You visibly grit your teeth in anger when he decided to actually go after you during the last period, which everyone got off due to a unexpected meeting the teachers had.

The secluded place you had was the outside of the school, just sitting in the shade. There weren’t many people there, just random students walking to and from somewhere or some just reading or talking on the benches from afar.

“Get the fuck away from me.”

“Nah. Think I’ll stay. Besides, I think the Tweels met up with Kalim in the dorm for a quick hangout. I’m not going back there.”

“I don’t want you here.”

“I don’t really care.” He smirked at your furious expression.

You stood up and packed your stuff. You’ll go in your own private dorm just outside the school then! Forget going outside for once!

“Oh? Wow, you give up so fast.”

“At least I’m better than you a full percent in class.” You grinned

He rolled his eyes in annoyance

Oh sometimes you actually miss before his outburst when he didn’t decide to let go of how he acted…

You glared at him. “Next time I see you try to go up to me again, I’ll beat your shitty ass up.” He laughed at you. While both of you respected each other, you two did not

“Hm, what are you going to do? You’re only a first year, besides, I can easily knock you out.”

“Try it. Don’t think that Kalim can get your ass out of this one.” You grinned, both locked in a staring contest before you ran for it

Back to your quiet place…thank the…lords? Seven? Eh, who cares.

Aaanddd you forgot that today was a cross class between yours and his.

Great.

What’s even greater? He’s partnered with you.

You both begged Trein to please just let you work alone but he simply sighed and said

“You two need to work together and stop bickering for once.”

“But—!”

A glare was shot both ways before he shooed both of you off

Now you two were in your apartment, which was separate from the school campus. Nice for not being bothered by other students but terrible when you have to wake up extra early to walk to class

Of course, yes you both agreed to simply focus on the assignment and nothing else

Ah yes, two top students who fight for the top spot on the roster. The assignment would be an easy A! As long as they don’t arg-

“FUCK YOU, I TOLD YOU THIS WAS WHAT HAPPENED WITH THE DAMN EVIL QUEEN!”

“YOUR HANDWRITING IS SHIT! WHAT DID YOU EXPECT?!”

“NOT MY FAULT YOU’RE ILLITERATE!”

Jamil stood across from you as the assignment was forgotten, now both of you were arguing again about something random. The argument switched from the assignment to just insulting each other

“Bitch ass, weren’t you the one who tried and failed miserably to manipulate everyone into expelling Kalim?!?” You gripped at the roots of your hair as you glared at him

“WE FUCKING ACKNOWLEDGED THAT ALREADY! You’re always holding a grudge against me!”

“Good reason to, hello???!!”

You continued arguing until eventually like any one of your full blown out arguments, both of you jumped each other and started to fight quite literally

You threw punches at his face while he scratched you on your shoulders. You had red marks on your upper arms while he had a tiny bruise on the lower side of his face

You both got off each other again before he got in your face

“Please, you’re so damn predictable. Arguing and then fighting and right back to arguing huh?”

Oh yeah, nothing about your happy go lucky life was EVER predictable

“Excuse me? Predictable?! I am not! And if anything, you do the same thing!”

“Here we go again, you’re always stuck up about yourself!”

“Stuck up?! Oh so sorry for trying to get good grades! You must be so jealous to just shoot that out.” You laughed at him towards the end

“Jealous?! Of you? Absolutely not! Memorizing random facts shit doesn’t make you intelligent! Shove it up your ass, no wonder why nobody wants to be with your ass! Go read a romance book considering you’re too busy for anything else!”

“My romance life is so much better than yours! I don’t wanna hear that from you, the only people who like you is Kalim, Octavinelle, and basketball club! Your club only likes you since you’re good for one thing! Otherwise, who would want to be with you?!”

He glared at you and his fists shook with anger. You, with a bright idea decided to poke him at that

“You say that there’s people who want you, but really even a fucking child could see through that crap!” You stepped closer to him with a grin “You probably suck ass at sex!”

“Oh please—“ Jamil laughs “I could turn down anyone I wanted unlike you. I could break you if I wanted to.” He says with a smug expression

“Oh wow I’m so scared.” You whined before scoffing “Oh please, you can’t even get anyone in bed with you, why in wonderland would I be scared of someone pathetic like you?”

Jamil got in your face as soon as you ended that sentence. His eyes pierced yours and somehow you see a raging fire in his eyes. Your faces were inches away

“If you think I can’t fuck your ass, try me.”

“Let’s test that theory then shall we?I’m not going to lose to you any day.”

You gripped his cheeks and pressed your lips against his harshly. Recovering from the recoil, Jamil kisses back, trying to fight back for control.

Shuffling backwards, the Scarabia member manages to pin your back against the wall, he pulls back with a grin

“Try to say I’m pathetic now…” His lips are glazed over and the fire ignited again

“You sure are if you think I’m giving up like that.” You kiss him again, this time sliding your tongue inside his mouth. You two fought to win while stumbling into your bedroom

Along the way, you pull off each other’s jackets and coats, whatever you don’t care what it is as long as it was on the floor

Making it in, Jamil takes the opportunity and kisses you against the door, shutting it and you lock it just in case Grim decides to come home from trouble making…

“Really? You’re scared of the damn cat?” He pants out when he pulls just a few centimeters away from your face

“Hey, that cat brings home spare thurmarks.”

Pinning him on the bed with your lips, your arms holding you up while also caging Jamil’s head

You push him, connecting your lips again and moving to the bed where he falls back on. The adrenaline running through your body as Jamil somehow actually struggles in getting out of your grip. Hm, maybe it really is a body power like Vargas said.

“Hah…you actually know how to do something useful…

“Unlike…you…”

At that, he flips you over and straddled you while trying to take off your shirt off

You reach for the button and the zipper of his jeans to which he laughs

“You can’t be that impatient, can you?”

He kisses you again with those stupidly soft lips, which has been layered constantly with chapstick

“Hmph, no wonder why nobody wants to be intimate with you.”

“Hm? How come? I’m not in a rush like you are. You’re just too impatient as usual.”

You flip him over, his jeans undone but not off. Your shirt was already off. Jamil’s face was dangerously close to yours

“You’re a very bitchy asshole.”

“I prefer insufferable bastard but alright”

“Insufferable is correct…” You huffed out while taking off his shirt. “Maybe Kalim could be better in bed than you.”

Jamil scoffs at your words. “I’m better than him at this any day of the week.”

“Hm, who knows. Maybe we should invite him~” You bent your head down and started to nip at his neck

“Yeah right. If you’re asking who’s better between us, it’s me. Between you and I? Still me.”

“Oh please, we really should invite him next time. He can choose which is better but he’s smart. The correct answer is me.” You glared at him

“Talk the talk, talk a-all the shit you want. Can you even fucking do it?”

“Aw, don’t call yourself an it~ I’ll prove so any day.” You bite and mark Jamil’s neck and despite how hard he kept his mouth shut, sounds came out his throat.

His nails dig in your shoulder as he gasps, digging deeper as he tries to not lose any sense of composure or pride.

He moves his hands down to tug his pants off and you laugh darkly in his neck

“You can’t resist me! See!”

Another gasp is reeled out of Jamil, he bites his lip again. “Y-You know it’s no use…I-I’m still…better than you.” Jamil spat out, trying to conceal his sounds

You bite harder on the next mark while your chest rubs against his, you finally hear a loud moan come out of Jamil

Pulling away, you chuckled and whispered against his ear

“Let’s see about that shall we…?”

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[forgodsgoddamnsake]

Belly Dancer - 10

Warning: smut - spitting - rough sex - kink (good stuff) - domrry -language

I'll tell you all about Michael in next chapter so don't come after me.

Harry was on the phone with you as you were packing your suitcase. Jessica was helping you out because you let Angela go pack her own stuff.

"I booked two suites for Jessica and us, one bedroom for Angela." He said, and there was a sound of a zipper so you figured that he was closing his own suitcase.

"Okay, baby, I need you to fetch Angela first, I still have a lot of packing." You said, trying to make room in one of your suitcases.

"Because someone should have packed before and not start packing at the last minute." Jessica huffed, placing your makeup bag in the suitcase.

"H, I have to go now so I can kick her ass in private. Bye!" You said and he hung up. "Why are you a bitch?" You asked, facing her.

"You should've packed like two days ago, and yet here we are!" She huffed, placing some of your suits in one of the suitcases.

"I was with Harry and I completely forgot, Jess." You kept your eyes on the ground with a little shyness that she caught right away.

"Wait a minute! What the hell happened between you two?" She paused for a moment.

"Nothing we just, um, we had, ugh-" You muttered and her eyes widened and her mouth opened.

"Holy shit! You gave it to him?" She tried to maintain her enthusiasm and worry.

"Yes, Jess, he threw rose petals everywhere, lanterns, candles, and he painted this huge painting of me above his bed. It all felt so right, you know? He asked me if I still wanted to give it to him and I really wanted to." You never stopped packing your stuff for a second, but maybe your steps were getting more clumsy.

"So, are you sure about it? Do you feel happy?" She asked, hand on her waist, thinking.

"Very much, yeah. Do you think it's too soon?" You stopped at your track before zipping one of the suitcases close.

"It's not too soon to give up your virginity, that's for sure. There are no timetables, you know? But I think you should spend more time with him, get to know him better and then you should ask him where you're standing. You're staying in the same hotel room, but not calling yourselves boyfried or girlfriend, that's kinda odd?" She said, finishing up packing your second suitcase.

"You know what? I think you're right, but I'm so new to this here." You started taking off your clothes to put on new ones.

"If you want my advice, I think you should spend more time with him in Miami, get to know him better before taking things to the next step. But if you're speaking about sex, fuck it, y/n, fuck his brains out." Jessica said, zipping your second suitcase close.

You chuckled at her phrasing as you started putting on your clothes. You got into a pair of leggings and a baggy white sweatshirt. You got your sneakers on and pulled your hair up in a messy bun.

Jessica's words made sense to you, after all.

You both got down to find Harry and Angela in the car while Noah, Jessica's boyfriend was in his own car, waiting for her.

You raised your middle finger to Noah as Harry got out of the car to help you out with the suitcases. Noah saluted you with a middle finger as well, getting out of his own car to help Jessica out.

"Both of you stop it!" Jessica warned both of you just when you were raising both of your middle fingers at him.

"Tell her! She's the one being bitchy to me!" Noah said, pointing at you. Harry was already done with your suitcases.

Harry chuckled at you both and walked over to Noah to help him with Jessica's suitcase. When they were done Noah thanked Harry.

"Thank you, man. I'm Noah, Jessica's boyfriend." Noah shaked Harry's hand.

"Not at all. I'm Harry, y/n and I are dating." Harry smiled politely and shaked Noah's hand back. They pulled their hands away and Noah looked at you with a raised eyebrow.

"How in hell did you get yourself a british man with that attitude, y/n?" Noah smirked.

"My shitty attitude is only exclusive to you, Noah." You said and got into Harry's car.

Harry chuckled and looked at Noah as he closed his car trunk. "I think it'll take about 4 hours, so if we stay close on the way that'll be better. In case there is an emergency." Noah said and Harry nodded.

"Yeah, sure. Let's get going then." Harry said and went over to his car, got into his driver seat and started the engine.

You were fixing the little makeup you had on in the car mirror, Harry smiled at you and started driving the car.

"Angela, did you pack all your stuff?" You asked, looking over at her.

"Yes, y/n, sorry about the delay, I know I should've packed earlier and helped you with your own packing." She answered, looking kind of embarrassed.

"Don't ever be, honey, you never let me down. You just had an emergency, emergencies happen. But you need to promise me something."

"Sure?"

"You're part of our group, so don't crawl into a corner, I want you to have fun with us as long as we're not working."

"I don't wanna be an intruder." She said, shyly.

"Fuck's sake, Angela, you're my friend. The only intruder here is this shy attitude of yours." You said, patting on her knee to assure her. "If you ever need or want anything, I'm there for you." You lowered your voice as if Harry couldn't hear you.

He smiled at you, just like Angela smiled at you as well. You turned again and faced the road, connecting your phone to the car so you'd listen to some music on the road.

'Thrift Shop' by Macklemore was ringing in the car as you sang along and Harry followed along.

I'm gonna pop some tags

Only Got twenty dollars in my pocket

You turned your head over to get Angela to sing along with both of you, she smiled at you shyly and sang a little.

I'm in this big ass coat

From the thrift shop down the road

After a while of dancing and singing, Harry was laughing hard every time you were acting based on the song lyrics.

Everything you wished the guy of your dreams to notice about you, Harry had all of it without you noticing it.

He noticed the way you flick your hair, the way you move your hands to the rhythm of any song, the different smiles you had, the feelings behind your eyes, and the way you treat the people around you. You could be rude to someone and be the most polite at the same time.

You got lost in your sleep for a while, legs on Harry's lap and a pillow behind you, Harry's hand was massaging your calves and ankles from time to time. You felt Harry wake you up,

"Y/n, wake up, baby, we are at a stop if you want to go to the bathroom." He gently rubbed your legs to wake you up. "Angela, come on up, you too. Girls wake up!"

Huffing, you stretched and looked over at Angela who was yawning.

"We're only two hours away now." He said, still rubbing your ankles.

"I really need to take a leak." You pulled your legs from Harry's lap and opened the door and got out to stretch your legs.

Harry and Angela followed. You watched Jessica walk towards you, tired as fuck. "I wish I was a lesbian." She commented and just stopped.

"Wanna explain why?" You chuckled.

"Nothing, I just feel like it." She looked at you with no expression and that just got both of you burst into laughter.

You three girls went to the bathroom and Harry followed in the men's bathroom. He got out after he was finished and ordered a coffee and some snacks for you and Angela, Noah went over as Harry was waiting for your drinks.

"One cappuccino and one black, please." Noah told the cashier and when he was done he stood next to Harry waiting for their drinks. "Hope we become friends, if you're gonna be with y/n we have to like each other." Noah smiled and Harry smiled back.

"Do you guys hate each other or what?" Harry asked looking at his smartwatch for a second.

"Oh, no, not at all! It may seem so from the outside, but actually y/n and I are good friends. She likes annoying me and I like annoying her, it's our own way of friendship." Noah said, as Harry's drinks were complete.

Harry waited for Noah's drinks with him and they both held their drinks and sat at a table waiting for you.

"Have you known each other for a long time?" Harry asked, sipping from his drink.

"Jessica and I got together a year ago, she was already friends with y/n. They're inseparable, I think the only reason why Jessica won't move in with me is y/n. At first y/n was super polite and we just became friends, especially when she helped Jessica at the hospital." Noah said while Harry's attention was completely with him.

"What happened, y/n never told me?"

"Not surprised, they don't talk about it. Jessica was having issues with insurance, she had to have an operation but it cost a lot of money, we were trying to find a solution but once y/n knew, she just paid for it. Didn't even think twice and didn't want Jessica to pay her." Noah sipped from his drink. "I love Jessica, I can't even imagine seeing her sick again. That's why I appreciate y/n. It's nice to know that there's someone for Jessica besides me."

"I can't imagine how that situation was for you." Harry gave an empathetic smile.

"It's alright now, hope I get Jess to move in with me, but-" He was finishing his sentence when you three girls appeared and went to sit at the same table. "-that bitch called y/n won't let her move in with me." He finished, smirking at you.

"It's only been less than half an hour and you're already telling him about us moving in?" Jessica rolled her eyes, taking her cup in her hand.

"You son of a bitch! Break up with him, Jess." You stuck your tongue out at him.

"We're over, Noah." Jess said and gave you a high-five.

"See?" Noah said to Harry who chuckled.

Harry grabbed your drink and sipped it for you, "Don't drink it now." He told you, setting the drink aside. "Here, your drink Angela, got you a latte. Didn't know what to get you, sorry." He said to Angela who grabbed the drink with a shy smile and said a small thank you.

Chit-chat.

"So what's the plan when we get there?" Noah asked, finishing his drink.

"Two parties and three performances at one of the clubs in Miami. I can bring you all for free to the parties, but we don't have to be together all the time." You said, letting your hair free.

"Today's off right?" Jessica asked you, sipping from her drink.

"Yeah, we can sleep in and then meet at the beach. How about that?"

--

You were on the road again, Harry driving, he said you could drive them back home. Angela rode with Jess and Noah this time. His hand on your thigh as you were speaking on the phone with Sam preparing the plan of the week. When you finished with Sam, you looked at Harry, "I'm getting tired of all the work. I have to take some time off soon."

"You should, babe. You work too hard." He said, eyes on the road.

"I love working, but it feels too much sometimes. Plus, I bring Angela along with me everywhere, she needs some time off, too."

"Is everything okay with her? She seems off."

"That's Angela, she's so shy. She has her own issues, she should have packed my stuff, but she was having some problems with her son."

"Angela has a son?"

"Oh, yeah, she got him so young. He's ten years old or something."

"How old is she again?"

"26."

"Oh my fucking god, she's had him when she was sixteen! I hope she's doing okay, that must be a lot of responsibility."

"It is. I need to give her some time off so she can spend more time with him." You said, thinking of ways to help her.

"You know that you're the most considerate person I've ever known?" He said, eyes still on the road.

"I'm ordinary, H."

"Oh, hell no. That's far from true, you care about people so much. That's one of the things I like about you." He looked at you for a moment, grabbed your hand and kissed your palm softly.

"How are things going between you and your family?"

"All's well. Gemma is actually pregnant."

"Wow, that's so good to hear. How is your mother feeling about that?"

"She's over the moon, she was dying to have a grandchild. Still, she wants to see my own offspring." He chuckled to himself.

"That's how it goes, H. Once they have a grandchild, they want the next right away. How are you feeling about becoming an uncle?"

"Can't believe it actually. I really want to see what her child will look like."

"Do you like kids?" You asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I love them! How about you?"

"I love them as long as they're not mine." His face dropped a little at your statement.

"You don't want to have kids some day?"

Huffing, you answered, "I don't know, it's not easy as it sounds. I have to choose my partner right so my kids can have a good father figure in their lives. Then comes along my job, imagine a pregnant belly dancer, funny, isn't it? And last but not least, the responsibility. I need to make sure that I'll be capable of taking care of my child."

"Touché. I think if you find the right father figure for your kids, it'll be easier to make up your mind about it." He said, shrugging. You nodded at his words and dropped it.

--

You reached the hotel, all five of you checked in and decided to sleep in and then catch some time at the beach.

Harry's hand held yours as you were reaching your suite, he unlocked the door and you got in. The suite was huge, there was this big ass glass window that showed a beautiful view of the ocean. Your luggage was already there and you were ready to unpack, so you started unpacking.

"I've got you a gift." Harry said, a small smile on his face.

"What's the occasion?" You smiled widely, finishing up your unpacking.

"We're on our first trip together." He said, walking towards you. "Close your eyes."

You did as he asked and you felt Harry's fingers on your ankle.

"What's going on?" You asked, not wanting to break the rules and snap your eyes open.

"You can open your eyes now." He said. You opened your eyes and looked down around your ankle only to find a golden anklet with your initials and a few small diamonds.

"Holy shit!" Your mouth opened as you sat on the edge of the bed to get a better look at the anklet.

"Is this real or just an accessory?" You asked, brushing your finger on the anklet.

"It's real gold, and the diamonds are also real." He smiled, kissing your forehead. "You like anklets, must as well have a precious one."

"Harry, you didn't have to. It must have cost you a lot."

"I wanted to. It suits you, y/n."

"I like you, Gatsby." You smiled up at him as he smiled back.

"I like you, too, lioness." He whispered as he cupped your cheeks and leaned in to kiss you.

The kiss was passionate, even romantic at first, then things escalated into a deep, french, and a fight over a dominance kiss.

His hands were crawling on your body, feeling you through all the layers of clothes. You bit his bottom lip lightly, and let it go softly, looking into his eyes.

He grabbed your cheeks in between his hand and titled your head so you could look at the mirror next to the window in the corner of the bedroom.

"What do you see, y/n?" He whispered in your ear.

You doubted your voice at first but the words got out a little shaky from the situation.

"I see us in the mirror."

"I'll take you right in front of that mirror, how about that? Would you like that, babygirl?" He growled in your ear, his voice raspy.

"Yes, Harry." You answered looking back at him.

He hummed and sighed deeply before he let go of you completely, he straightened up, got your hand and walked you over to the mirror.

He let go of your hand, stood behind you, just inches away from his touch.

His hair, his jawline, the dominant look he gave you, and the way he put his hands in his pockets made your panties wet.

You loved it. You loved being submissive for him.

"Strip." He ordered.

"But, Harry, the window." Your voice looked through the mirror.

"We're on the 30 something floor. No one's going to see you. Though I like the idea of taking you in front of the whole world, I won't like other people seeing you naked." He assured you in his dominant voice. "Strip." He repeated.

You looked at him in the mirror and pulled your hair down, letting it fall on your shoulders and back. Slowly, you began taking off your sweatshirt, then slowly you took off your leggings, making sure you rub your ass against his crotch as you pulled your leggings off completely.

Then, you straightened up, looking at yourself in a white lingerie and a white thigh band. You knew that he couldn't get his hands off of you, so might as well become prepared.

He grabbed your neck from behind, pressing his body against yours, looking into your eyes and body.

"You had this on the whole time?" He asked in a raspy whisper.

"Yes." You looked at his eyes with a daring look.

"Who did you wear it for, babygirl?" He brushed his fingertips all over your body, stopped a little to play with your thigh band.

"Some guy I'm seeing." You winked. Two can play this game. If you were going to be submissive, you should be doing it your way.

"Oh, really? What a lucky guy! What's his name?" His other arm held you by the belly to press you against him even more. You could feel his bulge pressing against your ass directly.

"Don't remember."

"Is that so? Didn't he do a good job sticking in your head?" His nostrils flared.

"Not so much." You shrugged.

"You are slutty, aren't you?" He looked at your eyes with lust mixing with dominance. "On your knees. Now."

He let go of your neck and took off his shirt. You turned around and got on your knees, legs apart. You looked up at him with innocent puppy eyes. He growled and ran his fingers on your lips, "You have angel looks with a slutty mouth."

You opened your mouth so his fingers could enter. You sucked on his fingers, not letting go of his eyes.

He growled and pulled his fingers away, hands on his waist. "Take it out."

You nodded and unbuckled his pants, unzipped his pants and helped him out of it and then he was left in his boxers.

"No teasing." He warned and you smirked at him.

You took his boxers off, and took his shaft in your small hand. You played with the head a little with your tongue, drawing circles all over it, sucking at it lightly. His breaths grew louder as you took his cock into your mouth, taking him in and out of your mouth a couple of times. You took it out of your mouth and spit on it. Harry's eyes looked at the mirror to see your sight, on your knees, your ass on display, sucking on his cock. The sight made him twitch a little.

You jerked him a couple of times, taking him in your mouth to the maximum you could, then taking him out completely with your saliva smudging your face along with his cock.

"Holy fuck, babygirl! You're getting so good at this, so good for my cock." He moaned loudly grabbing onto your hair, guiding you on his cock.

You felt a little bold so you motioned to him to fuck your mouth just when you were playing with his balls.

"What? Want me to fuck your mouth?" He asked and you nodded. "Words, babygirl. I need to hear them from your slutty mouth." He breathed, collecting your hair in his hand.

You took him out of your mouth, saliva connecting your lips to the tip of his cock.

"Fuck my mouth, Harry. I want you to fuck my mouth, please." You mumbled, giving small kisses to his veins.

He hissed and guided his cock into your mouth again, you opened your mouth and protected your teeth with your lips. And he started fucking your mouth and damn! His moans turned into growls.

You kept playing with his balls as he was thrusting in and out of your mouth, you gagged but could handle it. He kept his cock all the way down your throat for a couple of seconds, your nose brushing against his pubic area, gagging.

"Oh my fucking god! That's so good, babygirl, you're so good for me." He growled before pulling you away from his cock.

Your face was messy, hair was messy, panties messy, but he fucking loved it. He loved it messy. He helped you stand on your feet, turning you around, holding your hair in one hand.

"You see this face? This is your face after sucking my cock, don't ever fucking forget that!" He growled in your ear, pulling your breasts out of the bra, squeezing them and twisting your nipples gently to get them to stand tall.

He grabbed your panties down so they were middle thigh, he got on his knees.

"Look in the fucking mirror, watch your slutty mouth moan my name."

And with that he began devouring your pussy. His lips sucking on your pussy lips, he opened your pussy a little to lick on your little clit. You supported yourself with a hand on the glass window.

"Shit, yes, Harry!" You moaned.

He nibbled on your clit, drew circles with his tongue all around it.

"Yes, like that, please!"

His tongue dove in your hole while his thump played with your clit, rubbing it.

Your legs were shaking and you could barely maintain your posture.

"I'm gonna cum, Harry, don't stop!" You screamed but only to be surprised he pulled away.

You started whining but he stopped your whining as he stood tall and grabbed your cheeks with one hand, his lips next to your ear, eyes looking at you in the mirror.

"If you wanna cum, you fucking say my name! You tell me who's making you feel this good." He said in his dominant voice, his fingers playing with your clit from behind.

"Yes, Harry. You're the one, please, baby let me cum." You begged, eyes blurry from the tears of pleasure.

"Look who's begging now." He smirked, two fingers entering you.

"Goddamnit, yes!" His fingers were curled in you, pressing on your G-spot every time he thrust them in.

Your ass was shaking with his movement, he had to look at it to get a good view.

"I want you to cum on my fingers, hear me? I want your tight pussy to cum all around my fingers."

"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop. I'm cumming!" You screamed and felt like you burst or something.

His fingers were pulled out and he rubbed your whole pussy roughly as you were cumming. Your whole body shook violently, you almost fell, but Harry caught you with his arm around your belly. Your head was titled down and you saw this puddle on the floor.

Still hazy, you asked while panting, "What's this?"

"You've just gained two titles, a screamer and a squirter." He smirked as he kissed your neck, rubbing the tip of his cock between your folds.

His cock entered you in full force, "You're so tight, babygirl." He smirked looking at you in the mirror, grabbing your face to kiss you passionately.

His thrusts were rough as if he was trying to make a point. His hands were holding you by the waist. He would take out his cock and then thrust back into you.

"Yes, Harry, yes, just like that." You screamed, feeling nothing but your pleasure.

He grabbed your neck, "Look at yourself, open your fucking eyes!" Panting, you opened your eyes to look in the mirror. "Who's fucking you? Who's making you feel good?" He asked, his thrusts not stopping for a second.

"You, Harry, you're the only one fucking me and making me feel good." You replied with an innocent, yet slutty voice. Tears of pleasure rolling down on your cheeks, the mascara also rolling down. His athletic body fucking yours.

"You're goddamn right." He said, pulling you against him so your back completely is pressed against his chest. One arm holding you by the thigh band, the other spanked you hard. "You shall remember this, babygirl." He growled and spanked you again.

"Yes, please, Harry. Let me cum." You screamed feeling your body shaking against his.

"Cum, babygirl, you've learned your lesson, cum all over my cock." He mumbled in your ear and that was enough for you to scream his name as you came from your high around his cock. He tightened his grip around you as he was about to cum as well when he felt you clench around him.

"I'm going to cum, baby, where do you want it? Tell me."

"In my mouth, baby. Fuck my mouth again." You moaned.

"On your knees." He ordered, pulling out of you, stroking himself.

You got on your knees, didn't waste a second and put him in your mouth and he started fucking your mouth in full force. You moaned around his cock and that was enough for him to cum in your mouth.

His voice. God, his voice came from heaven.

You opened your mouth to show him his cum. Panting, he bit his bottom lip, brushing his fingers on your lips.

"God, wish I could spit-"

Without letting him continue, you nodded and he smirked at you.

"I've got myself a kinky slut of a woman." He bit his lip again before he spit in your mouth. "Swallow."

You swallowed and opened your mouth again to show him.

If it was another guy, maybe you'd be disgusted, but you never was disgusted by Harry. Everything with him felt good. Maybe sex was something that made you feel like you were his.

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Mon amour, Mauritius

Synopsis: Jack and Zoey go on vacation together.

Warning: smut

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The last hour of Zoey’s life had been spent checking the packing list that Jack sent her a few days earlier. It was so much better than racking her brain trying to guess where in the world he was taking her and how their first trip together was going to go. On the ride to the tarmac to meet him, she thought about how usually couples go on a quick road trip together or do something small, but they were literally leaving the country. And since Jack was on his big apology tour, she knew he’d be going all out so there was no room to ask questions, even after they’d been in the air for several hours. If the surf and turf dinner they had on the plane was any sign of what was to come, she was in for a very luxurious five days.

“Mr. Harlow and Ms. Mason, bienvenue. Welcome to Mauritius.” The resort manager announced, walking them through the private lot and up the elevator into the presidential suite behind the staff that was carrying their bags. “We hope that your stay at Shangri-La will be the utmost enjoyable experience. My name is Claude and I will be at your service throughout your time here. Sir, if you or your guest need anything, my number is on the desk and the line will remain open 24 hours a day so please do not hesitate to use it. I hope that you all have a fun and relaxing time.”Jack thanked the man as he and his team headed out the door.

Sometimes Zoey forgot who he was to the rest of the world, this person of global influence and reach, because at the end of the day, he was just Jack to her. And just Jack was doing it big for their first vacation.

“I cannot believe you brought me to the middle of the Indian Ocean, Jackman. All I said was that you were stressed and should be a little less hard on yourself.”

He approached her slowly, laughing a little as he pulled her into his arms. “Baby, I heard what you said. But I also think it was about time we took a little trip together. I love spending time in Louisville and in Miami but I do want to make some once in a lifetime memories with you. This trip is going to be about relaxing…and also having the time of our fucking lives.”

“Well when you put it that way…” she mused, “it doesn’t sound so bad. But I will definitely need a few naps before we take on this adventure. That 20 hour flight beat my ass.”

“Shit, mine too.” He says with a timely yawn. “Good thing I have nothing planned for us tomorrow, except for finding something to eat after we wake up from our jet-lag comas.” He jokes.

They spent the entire first day in bed, alternating between naps, cuddling, and ordering room service. Jack cherished these moments the most, just getting to be around her without a care in the world. He had spent so much time holding everything down, trying his best to put his best foot forward and not embarrass his team or his family in any way because all of these people were counting on him but with Zoey…there was none of that. She wanted to be with him for exactly who he was, on good days and bad. It made his heart swell just thinking about it. And he couldn’t wait to shower her with the love and care that she’d continuously shown him.

That was the goal for this trip. And he was hellbent on meeting that goal.

The next morning, the couple woke up refreshed and had breakfast on their patio overlooking the water. Of course Jack told her that the events of the day would be a surprise, but he tell her to wear active clothes that she wouldn’t mind getting dirty. And her swimsuit. When they got to their destination, her jaw dropped.

“We’re riding ATVs? Oh my god this is amazing Jack!” She exclaimed, hugging him tight as he pressed his lips to the side of her head.

The instructor handed them both a helmet and went over the rules. They each hopped on their respective ATV and took off after their guide. For the next three hours, they rode along Gris Gris Beach, encountering the beautiful views and unique sights through off-road terrain. Zoey joined Jack on his ATV for the last few miles of their tour, stopping at a secluded waterfall. He asked her if she wanted to go for a swim, watching her face light up with excitement. They both stripped down to their swimsuits and walked hand in hand, tiptoeing into the warm water together, allowing it to render them weightless.

“I can’t believe we’re here.” Zoey whispered after coming up for air, now fully submerged in the water. She looked at her boyfriend who was about a foot away, his eyes an even brighter electric blue that had her convinced there really was heaven on Earth. She wrapped her legs around his waist when he got close enough and ran her thumb over his lips. When she kissed him his entire body froze, he would never get tired of the feeling, chills ran down his spine as he came back to himself and secured his arms around her to deepen the kiss.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered against her lips, his voice sounding hoarse, “my pretty baby.”

She tangled her fingers in his wet curls, failing terribly to mask the joy that was bursting out of her. “I think you’re pretty too. Beautiful even.”

Jack closes his eyes with a sigh, their foreheads still touching as he nods slowly. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome bub, just telling the truth.” She laughs, still playing with his hair.

“Not for that. For um—for seeing me.” He sets her back on her feet and looks deep into those big brown eyes he can’t get enough of. “I used to think that I had to hide my emotions and just wait to unload all my shit with my therapist but you, you saw I was struggling and you helped me talk through what I was feeling. I’ve just never had that before and it just confirmed what I already knew.”

Zoey furrows her brows, waiting for him to explain further. “I don’t deserve you. But I’m lucky as hell that you chose me. And all I can do is love you with everything I have, for as long as I can.”

She wraps her arms around him, running her fingers along his freckled shoulders, holding him close. “You…are the greatest love I’ve ever known. And I will always be here to catch you if you fall. Always.”

He feels the tears prick the corners of his eyes and lets out a short laugh, “okay enough with this lovey dovey shit, we are in paradise. Let’s go do some more exploring. I just had to get that off my chest and here you go being all sentimental.”

She rolls her eyes and follows him on the walk back to the spot where the ATV is parked. “You started it! I just matched your energy. You’re the one that was basically crying, but I’M sentimental.”

Jack drove all the way back to their original starting point with a huge smile on his face.

When they got back to the resort, Claude let them know that their traditional dinner was booked and would be starting promptly at 8pm. They got out of their muddy clothes and showered together, to save water of course.

“Now we have 4 hours to do…whatever we want.” He mused, giving her a sly smile, putting his phone on the charger. She gave him a quick glance, a sense of warmth already brewing in her core. They quickly but delicately lost themselves in a kiss, the taste of yearning in both of their bodies. It was almost a demand, an instinct as Jack somehow ended up on top of her, trailing little pecks along her neck.

“I need,” he whispered in between kisses.

“What do you need, J?”

His gaze was intense as he settled himself between her legs with an elated look on his face at her lack of underwear. “I need to hear you tonight. Let me take care of you like you deserve…please.” All she could muster up as a response was a nod. A low moan escaped her lips when he inserted two wet fingers inside, her walls adhering to his will, welcoming his touch.

Her voice was his favorite sound and being the cause of her intense pleasure definitely boosted his ego.

“Does that feel good, baby?” He already knew the answer, feeling her legs start to shake but a little reassurance never hurt anyone.

“It’s—it’s so good,” she uttered between pants, grabbing at the sheets for support as he continued to delicately stimulate her g-spot. The calloused padding of his fingers applied just the right amount of pressure. Small circular motions around her clit went a long way, leaving her gasping for breath, losing control of her body the longer he went. He could literally her clenching and around his middle finger so he slowed his movements until her breaths became more steady.

While she continued to come down from her almost orgasm, he wrapped an arm around her waist, allowing her to hook one of her legs around him. The other was placed on his shoulder. They couldn’t get any closer if they tried. Jack could feel his heartbeat in his ears as he slid all the way in, stopping himself from cumming right then and there. He needed to keep it together and compose himself but the sight of her below him was really testing his willpower.

“Fuck, I don’t know how long imma last.” He grunts out. “You feel so fucking good.” A strained groan rolls out of his mouth, tightening his grip in her and staying in his blissful mindset.

Slow thrusts opened a floodgate of emotions. They’d gotten used to the distance, it made them stronger. They’d gotten over a few hurdles that only made them love harder and her eyes were locked on his while his hips found a steady, comfortable rhythm. There were a few tears mixed in with sweat, but it wasn’t because she was sad, everything was just all hitting her once. As a very normal girl from North Carolina she’d never expected any of this. Never seeing herself fall so hard for someone, who on paper was so different than anyone she’d ever dated, and the love she’d developed over the last several months was all-encompassing and a little overwhelming. In this world, there’s so much uncertainty and nothing is guaranteed, but one thing Zoey knew for sure was that the man holding her close, also held her heart in his hands.

So she threw her head back and gave in, unlocking another piece of herself to share with him, while reaching her climax. He finally felt free to let go, soft curses coming from his mouth, feeling his dick pulsing inside her. After he pulled out, they laid down together for a while, a silent “I love you” moved about the room as they spooned.

Miraculously, they made it to dinner on time and enjoyed the rest of their vacation making memories, emphasizing the very known fact that they lit a fire in each other that they hoped would never go out.

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[antiwhores]

Hello is it ok if I can please request headcannons for when bakugo slowly falls in love with fem reader

Bakugou slowly falling in love with reader.

Gotchu bruh, enjoy. I got somethin wrong with my stomach btw yall. Shit hurs.

Minor bullying, smut, fluff, pure love, unedited.

You both started out as aquantences.

He didn’t know you, you were an extra in his everday middle school life. But he knew you existed by the end of the year.

He didn’t really bully you; you weren’t one of Deku’s friends nor were you necessarily a loser. You had your own small friendgroup that you chilled with.

He started to really notice you in the last year of middle school.

You started to get braver with the people around you and speak to them.

So you were fairly well known.

Still not significant to him though.

You got paired with a couple of prodjects with him since your desks were near each other so he was forced to talk to you.

No matter how rude he was to you, you were calmed though. You never cried, never went into a fit of rage, never took serious offense, nothing.

It was weird as hell.

“You’re so fucking dumb. No wonder no one likes you.” He would utter at the smallest mistake. You’d not even bat an eye as you hummed to his conclusion. “Im very well liked. Also, im more of an average smarts type of person.” Then you would proceed to rant on about your grades and your academic record. He would give up.

He started to take his bullying a step up, he needed to see a reaction for some reason.

He dumped your pencil bag on the floor as his friends laughed in the background. “Oops, your fatass pencil case got in my way. Better pick it up now, asshat.” His tone was laced with a condescending tone, yet you would only glance at him briefly before continuing your work. He clicked his tongue, “Hey! Im talking to you!” He grabbed you by your hoodie and dragged you out of youe seat. Your expression never faltered as you looked into his angry eyes. “You looking down on me?!” You blinked at him, “No, I just don’t feel like picking ‘em up right now. I forgot to do my homework last night and now I have to speedrun it ‘cause if my grade drops again I’ll be in the ground.”

He slams you into your locker, “Gimme some money twerp, I need a drink.” You pull the inside of your pockets out to show you have nothing. “I’m broke, not a single cent to my name right now. I blew it all on shit on Amazon. I bought a book about a girl who eats cactus, 100 mini corgscrews, a variety pack of European candy, magnesium, a snow cone making machine, an old fashioned compass, a bike horn that makes that clown noise, a vibrating back massager, 4 pounds of chunky water-“ “ALRIGHT SHUT THE HELL UP DAMN!”

This constant cycle goes on until the end of the year.

You both are working on a project together when you look up at him. “You’re going to UA right?” He perks up at that, “Of course I am, whats it to you?” You twirl your pencil, “Same, omg twin.” “WHAT?!”

Turns out you were auditioning for the support course. Bakugou is less than pleased about this. He still finds your nonchalant attitude annoying, giving you the name Corpse to bitch about your unresponsivness, but you’re growinf on him. He’ll never admit that though.

In the first couple weeks of school you both dont talk much. Mostly cause he doesn’t want to.

One day you just sit at his lunch table and start eating like its nothing.

“What the fuck do you want Corpse?” “We’re gonna be working together soon. Thought I’d touch the cold water before diving right in.”

The project is when he starts to notice the little things about you.

His friends always mention how pretty you are, hes starting to recognize that too.

You smell good, like honey and mint mized together to make a sweet concoction that could get him drunk.

You were very observent. You noticed his small habits and connected them to bigger ones. This is how you learned to be cool with him.

Your eyebrows would furrow slightly when something didnt make sense.

He hated how much he was paying attention.

By the second year he could call you his friend (in his mind of course) without denying it or acting disgusted.

You started to become friends with his friends and they invited you to hang out with them whenever the chance arose.

You sat at the same table as him, always sitting next to him.

You would sometimes just come into his room just to chill. He’d complain but he secretly didn’t mind. You never snooped, you just chilled.

You started to talk more and show more emotion around him. He would see more emotion than he’s ever saw in you. A laugh that would make him blush red, an occasional flirty tone, eurphoria whenever anything super good happened, etc. This only happened in private though. Never with other people.

He started to develope a crush on you.

You were a touchy person and he was used to that. But all of a sudden the hand touches to ground him or the leaning in to see what he was doing started to make his heart beat so fast.

He wrote it off as allergies and mindless lust until the 3rd year when he couldn’t take it anymore.

Thats when he finally confessed. And you accepted with a warm smile and a kiss on the cheek.

Dating came naturally to you too. You were happy in eachothers presences and you both could handle each other the way no one else could.

He wouldn’t really show any steamy affection until your 3rd year at UA. You got kisses eventually and cuddles. You also got hugs and make out sessions.

By the 3rd year he just couldnt take having to palm himself to pictures of you anymore.

He then finally got the courage to initiate freaky shit.

At first he resided with just humping you until he came in ropes into his pants. Then he started to feel your titties and grope you with clothes on. Then he would let you palm him and jerk him off until he splattered all over your hand. And then after long debate, he was allowed to touch you too. Then came the oral pleasure. Then the clothes came all the way off and they mixed it all together. And then FINALLY you two had mindblowing sex.

After that he realized his favorite food was you and vice versa.

By the beginning of 4th year you two were attached at the hip.

You showed him everything, he knew everything about you and vice versa.

You two were madly in love. Nothing could stop that.

By the time you both were out of school he was ready to marry you. He couldn’t see himself with anyone else.

And he finally did it about 2 or 3 years after school.

You said yes, of course.

The wedding was themed a mixture or his favorite color and yours.

And the rest is a blur, a blur spotted with hearts and stars until they both passed away together at an old age.

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[skelavender]

“You okay, Scully?” Mulder asks, concerned. She just grunts in response. “Do you want to get ready for bed first?” She sighs into the ugly bedspread. “Yes, thank you.” She grabs her duffle, and mere moments after closing the door, lets out a loud “FUCK.” “Scully?” Mulder knocks on the bathroom door, immediately concerned. “I’m fine.” She insists through the closed door. “My damn period started.”

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You can hear it in the silence, silence, you

You can feel it on the way home, way home, you

You can see it with the lights out, lights out

You are in love, true love

***

December 1996

Fox Mulder is not a goddamn idiot. He knows when his wife’s period is. Even if he wasn’t astute enough to notice the slight changes in her behavior, or what she packs when they travel, or when the bathroom trash gets changed, she puts little black circles in her datebook which eventually get filled with little red dots when the day comes. Since they moved in together, it’s become their datebook. He would have to be pretty damn stupid to ignore that. 

So when they’re gearing up to head out of town two days before the little black circles would normally appear in the datebook and Mulder notices the heating pad hasn’t moved from its spot in the bathroom cupboard, he shoves it into his duffle at the last minute. 

Scully’s a bit snippy in the car, which he could attribute to hunger, since they haven’t eaten yet. But when she orders a mocha instead of her usual black coffee with one cream, it’s locked in for him. That is a bona fide Dana Scully PMS drink. 

When they make it to the motel, Scully flops facedown onto the queen bed as Mulder sets their bags down on the dresser.

“You okay, Scully?” Mulder asks, concerned. She just grunts in response. “Do you want to get ready for bed first?”

She sighs into the ugly bedspread. “Yes, thank you.” She grabs her duffle, and mere moments after closing the door, lets out a loud “FUCK.”

“Scully?” Mulder knocks on the bathroom door, immediately concerned.

“I’m fine.” She insists through the closed door. “My damn period started.”

Okay. Mulder had known this was coming, but apparently Scully hadn’t.

“Do you need me to run out for anything?”

“Tampons and Midol?” She requests, exasperated. “Thank you, Mulder.”

“Of course. I’ll be right back.”

He lays the heating pad on the bed before slipping out the door. When he returns, Scully is in his sweatpants, which he honestly can’t remember if he packed himself or if she had stolen when getting her own bag together, and has the heating pad clutched to her abdomen.

“How did you know?” She asks.

Mulder shrugs, “Usually happens around the middle of the month, doesn’t it? I saw it in the bathroom when I was packing and figured it was better to be safe than sorry.”

“I think I forgot to mark ahead in my calendar when it ended last month.”

He shrugs, “Blame it on the holidays. It happens.”

He hands her the box of tampons and she retreats to the bathroom to, er, take care of that bit. When she returns, she contemplates the heating pad. 

Scully sighs. “I can’t decide if my back or my front needs it more.”

“Here,” Mulder sits against the headboard, legs spread and arms open wide, “I run warm. I’ll be your heating pad for your back.”

She smiles and crawls into place between her partner’s legs. She settles the heating pad into place, and he wraps his arms around her abdomen to press it into her aching body for good measure. Mulder clicks the TV on for background noise and Scully snuggles into his body, her head falling back on his shoulder with her nose nestled into his neck. 

They’re asleep within minutes. 

*** 

Though he won’t admit it, Mulder can not see for shit. He had mistakenly grabbed Scully’s glasses this morning, and hadn’t noticed until he got to the office that his blurry vision was due to that instead of the general morning bleariness he had blamed it on. He had made it through most of the day dodging Scully’s notice, but somehow, the porch stairs of his own home are what do him in.

He steps too far back, and his toes send him slipping forward, nearly face planting into the brick. Luckily, he catches himself on the railing. Unluckily, the railing had only been put in when they moved in, and has yet to be stained or sealed. He’s been meaning to call someone to do it, but hasn’t gotten around to it. So instead of smashing his nose in on the hard step, the palm of his hand stings, and when he lifts it to inspect the damage he sees a small red welt with something stuck under his skin.

“Mulder!” Scully steps forward to catch him, and places a hand on his arm. “Are you okay? What happened?”

“Ouch,” he says belatedly, punching at the wound, “Ouch.”

“What is it?” Scully, now in doctor mode, takes his hand in hers to evaluate his injury. She runs a thumb over the welt, and Mulder flinches. “Oh, God, Mulder, I thought you were actually hurt!”

“I am!” he protests, pointing to the tiny red welt, “I got a splinter.”

“All that over a splinter? Really?”

“Don’t make fun!” He pouts, “It hurts!”

She rolls her eyes fondly. “C’mon, let's get inside and I’ll tweeze it out.”

Scully sets her things down in the entryway before washing her hands and retrieving the first aid kit. The small, standard one, not the one specifically stockpiled for their frequent injuries from work.

She sits next to him at the kitchen table and lays out an alcohol wipe, antibiotic ointment, tweezers, and a bandaid on a tissue in the same organized manner she would a surgical tray. She holds her hand out between them, and he lays his own on it for her examination.

She dabs at Mulder’s hand with an alcohol wipe, then brushes a finger along the lesion to determine the direction. Mulder flinches. “Scully, has anyone told you recently that your bedside manner could use some work?”

“My patients don’t tend to complain, being dead and all.” She points out.

“If you don’t ease up, I might become one of them.”

“Mulder, it’s a splinter.”

“It’s ouchie.” Mulder gives an exaggerated pout, and Scully takes the chance to go for the splinter again, this time successfully catching it with the tweezers and getting it out.

“Aha!” Mulder exclaims as if the victory were his own. Scully shakes her head with fond exasperation and places the sliver of wood on the tissue. She dabs some ointment on the bandaid and adheres it to Mulder’s palm. It’s overkill, but if Mulder’s going to demand medical care for such a small injury, then he’s going to get it.

Mulder inspects the bandage on his palm. It’s adorned with stars, planets, and a little UFO. “Aw, alien bandaid? You shouldn’t have.”

“They were on sale,” she explains, standing and putting away the contents of the first aid kit. “I couldn’t help myself.”

“Thanks for kissing it better, Scully.”

She takes his hand in her own again and bends her head to press her lips to the cartoon UFO in the center of the bandage. “Of course.” She moves her hand to run through his hair and pulls him close to press a kiss to his hairline. She turns away to put the kit away quickly, and misses the expression of wonder on Mulder’s face. 

***

Scully is, quite literally, elbows deep in the corpse of Laura Gillyberg. Mulder is across the room, far enough away to avoid the worst of the stench. He had meant to be productive and had brought a stack of potentially relevant X-files to review, but instead he’s bouncing a ball against the wall and contemplating the tip they had gotten connecting the victim to an organization called the Excelium Medical Group. Scully has long since learned to tune the routine thwap, thwap, thwap out. He does this all the time at home.

Then suddenly, there’s a different thwap sound and Scully’s hair falls around her face. Shit, her hair tie must have snapped. 

“Mulder?”

“Hmm?” The bouncing of the ball stops.

“Can you give me a hand? My hair tie broke, there should be a spare in the office.” She tilts her head to motion towards the door behind her.

Instead of going where Scully instructs, Mulder approaches her directly, sticking two fingers under his, miraculously still cuffed, sleeve. He slides it under the hair tie that rests there, and pulls it out. Gently, he brushes Scully’s hair into the middle of her occipital bone, where her ponytail usually lays. He gathers it into his fist, and wraps the hair tie around it, careful not to get any tangled up. Scully gets grumpy when her hair gets tangled. 

When the band is securely in place, Scully lifts her head to look at him. “Where’d that come from?”

“That’s the one you gave me in the hospital.” He says simply, like that explains everything.

“The hospital? I don’t remember giving you a hair tie last time–” Then it hits her. “Oh. You mean–”

“Yeah,” his voice is quiet, shy. “When I got hit by that car.”

“I didn’t realize you kept that.”

“Of course I did. You proposed to me with it.” Mulder steps back, the moment a little too full, a little too revealing. “And look at that, it came in handy.” He forces half a laugh, and retreats to his seat across the room. This time, he opens the file on top of his stack, and pretends to read it. Scully’s eyes don't leave him. 

He kept it. 

***

Scully doesn’t even realize what she’s doing when she plucks the tissue from the dispenser behind the couch and holds it out towards Mulder. She isn’t even conscious of it until he reaches for it a moment later, and sneezes. 

He grunts into it after he blows. “How did you know I had to sneeze?” He asks, voice stuffy.

“I don’t know,” She replies, surprised herself, “I just did.” 

“Careful, Scully, if you keep up like that I’m going to have no choice but to put you in another X-file, this one on your psychic abilities, woooooo.” He teases. 

She closes the book she’s reading around her finger and hits his shoulder with it playfully. He laughs, and removes her feet from his lap to stand up and toss the tissue in the trash. When he returns, he sits a couple inches closer, and Scully’s knees end up bent over his lap.

This contact is growing increasingly common. At home, mostly, but it’s leaked into the office more than a few times. Not where anyone can see them, just in the basement. In their own space. 

He’s always been more likely to initiate physical contact than she is, but she’s growing more comfortable with being the one to touch him. She knows he can read her tolerance for touch well, and he lets her decide their level of contact without even talking about it. She’s usually the one to settle onto the couch first, and he will find a place around her, exactly where she wants him. He can always just… tell. It astounds her. The odd time that he ends up in the middle of the couch before she can find a spot, she either curls into her armchair, or directly into his side. There’s variety. 

Except at night. They always hold each other at night, even if it’s just his hand in hers.

Therefore, when Mulder is tossing and turning and coughing and sneezing while Scully is trying to sleep, it keeps her up as well. 

Just past midnight, she finally sits up on her elbow and looks down at him. “You’re sick.”

“No I’m not.” He insists through a very, very stuffy nose. 

Scully places a hand on his head. “Yes, you are. You’re burning up.” She peels the covers back and slides out of bed. “I’m going to get you some medicine.”

“I don’t need medicine,” Mulder tries to say, but it comes out as “I done neet medithine.”

“Shut up, Mulder.” 

When she returns with a bottle of Nyquil a minute later, Mulder accepts defeat and swallows it down. She places it on his nightstand and settles her head on his chest.

In the morning, Scully rouses as usual. Mulder is still sleeping soundly thanks to the medication, and snores as Scully bustles around the bedroom getting dressed and ready for the day.

When she has everything together, she returns to the bedroom to write a note instructing him when to take more meds and not to try and come into work, but when she sees him curled onto her side of the bed, shivering and seeking her warmth… she just can’t do it. She can’t leave him alone here, sniffling and miserable. Even if she did, it seems unlikely that he would stay home when he rose, and even less likely that Scully would be able to get anything done at the office anyways.

Scully drops her briefcase back in its place and changes into casual clothes. She calls Skinner, informing him that neither of them will be in the office today, and promptly crawls back in bed.

This time, her movement does rouse Mulder. “Wha’ timzit?” He asks. He blinks blearily at the alarm clock and when he realizes it’s past 7:30, he scrambles, which makes him cough. “Thcully, we’re gonna be late!”

She puts a hand on his arm to stop him. “You’re not going in. Neither am I. Get back in bed, Mulder.”

“I’m fine. I’m not sick.” He protests. Scully reaches for the tissue box on her nightstand instinctually, and Mulder sneezes a moment later. “How do you do that?”

“That’s the X-file we’ll investigate today, Mulder. How do I know when you’re about to sneeze? I guess we’ll have to study it to find out.” Scully rolls her eyes, and tries not to think about just how attuned to Mulder’s presence she’s gotten, or what it might mean. 

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[callsigndragon]

Seeing Red | Ch. 18: Meet the family ✍️📲

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: Red has F E E L I N G S (don't we all?), mentions of the divorce, fluff, angst, tensionnnnnnn, mentions of food, ann Liam bc he deserves his own warning. ALSO DAD JAKE. mentions of death and more sadness and well, just go read it.

A/N: Seeing Red began officially 8 days ago, and we already have 18 chapters (only six of them are fully written), which means that I've been writing non-stop since the year began. As I’ve been telling y'all, I have a big exam in, actually, 9 days, and I’ve been procrastinating a lot on that area of my life. So, even if it saddens me, it’s time to stop writing and start studying. 

Lucky for me, I’ve been working all semester and I know the majority of the things already, so it’s not too much work, but still, priorities come first. I’ll be around, I’ll read your comments, and you are free to send as many questions as you want about the series. I want to read your doubts and theories, and you know, whatever you want to tell me! I’ll answer them whenever I have some free time. 

Promise that the first thing you’ll read when I come back is Daggers playing with the kids at the beach!

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For a week, you are haunted by the image of Jake singing to Liam. You didn’t tell him what you saw, wanting it to be a special moment between father and son. Liam needs to create memories with his father, too. You know that, eventually, Jake will ask to spend more time with him without you being present, and you’ll start missing a lot of beautiful moments. It’s a special memory for them, but for you? It’s becoming a nightmare. Not exactly a nightmare, but it never leaves your mind; the memory returns to it whenever you allow your mind to wander. 

Being away from Jake is proving to be a difficult task. 

It’s Sunday, it’s your day off, and you don’t have to see him today. You can rest at home, keep unpacking things, and have a nice day with your son. No Jake. No problems. No messy feelings just you and Liam.

Well, shit.

Half an hour later, Jake rings your doorbell. Liam runs to the door, waiting for you to open it. He knows that no matter what, he cannot open the door. You still don’t know why you accepted when Jake offered to share a car to go to the beach. Well, maybe the idea of him driving and having Liam in the backseat was so alluring that you just took the opportunity when it presented itself. 

“I gave you a key; why aren’t you using it?” You ask Jake while opening the door. 

“You said it was for emergencies. I’m not gonna use it to enter your house when I feel like it.” He explains matter-of-factly.

“Fair enough,” You concede, walking toward the living room, where you are packing Liam’s bag. “Shit, I forgot to buy more sunscreen.” 

“Language.” Liam and Jake say at the same time, earning a glare from you, eyes narrowed. 

“Don’t you dare team up against me, Seresins.” 

Jake smirks as he raises his hands. “I would never do that.” 

“You better. Can we stop somewhere and buy sunscreen?” 

“Sure. Actually, we’re supposed to meet with the rest this afternoon.” 

You almost drop Liam’s spare clothes on the floor. “But you told me to be ready before lunch?” 

"Yeah, about that," he scratches the back of his neck, "I was hoping we could meet Penny and Amelia." 

You look at your outfit: a sundress over your swimsuit. “I’m gonna need to change clothes.” 

“You’re absolutely beautiful like that, Red.” He promises, a jovial smile accompanying his words. 

You scoff, smoothing out the non-existent wrinkles in your dress. “I look like a mom.” 

Jake gets up, grabbing your chin softly, and makes you look at him. His green eyes are pools of sincerity. “That is exactly what you are. And you’re one hell of a mom, if you allow me to say that. But you’re also a fighter pilot and the best fucking Commander that Top Gun has ever seen.” 

“Language.” You mutter, a small smile expanding over your features. 

“Whatever. You’re the hottest mama around. Everyone at the base calls me an idiot, you know?” His eyes glance at your lips for a second. You feel the tension—the same one that you felt five years ago when you met him. That tension that led to making out sessions in the back of his car, in empty offices at the base, and in empty corridors when you were deployed together. The tension that somehow ended with him knocking at your door one rainy night and, in that moment, you just knew. You knew that he was the man you wanted to share your life with. 

Your breath hitches in your throat. “Why?” 

He wets his lips and leans a bit closer, so close that his nose touches yours when he whispers. “‘Cause I walked away from you.” 

“Dada look my drawing!” Liam demands, you two pulling away, as if you were two kids who were doing something they weren’t supposed to 

Actually, you are not supposed to kiss your ex-husband, who still hasn’t told you why he left. 

Pull yourself together, Red. 

“Is that my plane?” Jake kneels down and looks at the piece of paper in the kid’s hands. You have drawn an F-18 before, and Liam had ‘painted’ it with his crayons. It’s just a bunch of circular scrabbles in different colors. “Woah, bubs, that’s an amazing drawing. Can I keep it?” 

“Yes. You keep it.” 

You clear your throat, returning to whatever you were doing before. Oh, yeah, Liam’s bag. “Jake, you should get the baby car seat from my car.” 

“Don’t need to. I bought one last week when I went to buy toys with Payback.”

“You bought a car seat?” 

“Yes. Why?” 

“Nothing. You’re gonna need to stop with the DILF attitude.” 

You mutter the last part to yourself, but you fail to see Jake’s knowing smile.

“I’m so glad to finally meet you, Red.” Penny claims once you enter her home, She hugs you closely. “I’ve been hearing a lot about you these past few days.” 

“Only the good stuff, I hope.” 

“Of course! Let me introduce you to my daughter. This is Amelia.” She says while patting her daughter's head. She’s definitely not ‘little’ as Jake kept saying. Amelia is a young, pretty girl. She looks like 17, more or less. 

“Well, if we’re introducing our children…” You grab Liam’s hand; he’s hiding behind you, suddenly scared of all the new faces. “This is Liam. Can you say hi, sweetheart?” 

“Hello. I’m Liam.” 

"Oh my God, he is exactly like Jake!" Amelia says, kneeling down. “My name is Amelia. But you can call me Ames.”

“Ames. You pretty.” 

Amelia coos, placing a hand on her chest. “You’re the pretty one. Do you like dogs, Liam?” 

“I have a doggy! Lady.” Liam informs her, playing with Amelia’s hair. 

“My dog is called Theo. Want to see him?” 

“Yes, pwease.” 

“Can I take him with Theo?” Amelia asks you, and you nod, watching the pair leave. 

Jake and Mav, who have been too immersed in their own conversation, approach the two of you. “Amelia has kidnapped my kid already?” 

“What did you expect? She’s been waiting to meet him since you showed her those photos last weekend.” Mav says, hugging you. “Jake told us about the migraine, are you feeling better?” 

You look at Jake, who is looking at the floor. “He talks about me?” 

“The question is, does he ever stop talking about you?” 

“Penny, please.” Jake groans, his ears turning red. This isn’t exactly what you need to hear after what happened in the morning. 

“Are you hungry? Food is almost ready. Come with me.” Penny ignores the pilot, and you follow her and Jake, who are now talking about how she ‘isn’t supposed to expose him like that’.

Once lunch is over, Amelia and Liam go watch a Disney movie in the living room, Jake and Mav are doing the dishes, and you and Penny go sit on a bench in the backyard, enjoying the wonderful view of the beach while drinking a cold beverage. 

“You know why he left, right?” You mutter, looking at the vast sea in front of you.

“Yeah, I know. And it’s not my place to tell you, sweetheart, even if I want to.” Penny answers, her hand moving to cover yours. 

“It’s frustrating, you know? You, Mav and Amelia know why he left me, and you seem to be okay with it. You accept him as a member of your family, and it seems that what he did has not changed those feelings at all. You still trust and love Jake, right?” 

“If anything, I love him even more.” She confesses, taking a deep breath. “Honey, just give him time. He had a reason, and it was a good one.” 

“Really?” Penny nods, and let your face fall. “I’ll wait. I’ve been waiting three years, a few more months won’t change anything.” 

“Oh, dear. I’m sorry. I wish I could tell you. How long were you married?”

“Five months. We got married in December and he left in May”

“I think those five months left a big impression on him.” Penny mutters, deep in thought.

“How did you end up being Jake’s 'adoptive' family?” You ask, wanting to change the topic completely. 

“Well, you know that when he turned 18, he left home and joined the Naval Academy, right?” 

“Yeah, he told me that, and that his parents weren’t too excited about it, so they stopped talking when he left.”

Penny nods, sipping her iced tea. “Jake’s mom sent a letter each year since he left, somehow always knowing where he was. They were birthday cards. She never said too much in them, but a mother always remembers her children’s birthdays.” 

“Did he tell you all this? I never heard any of it.” You know he kept a box in his side of the closet with birthday cards, but he never brought it up, and you knew better than to look in that box. 

“When the card didn’t come two years ago, he came to the Hard Deck late at night and asked to use the landline. It was a really odd petition because he had his cellphone in his hands, but I didn’t ask. He called someone; it was a brief conversation, and I'm not sure what he said, but he hung up and began crying."

“Did they tell him that his mom was dead over the phone?” You feel your heart tighten at the idea of being in his place, if someone told you that your mom was dead on a phone call… You don’t want to find out how it feels. 

“Yes. He told me ‘it was the only family I had left’” Penny tears up at the memory. “I told him that it wasn't true. He had the Daggers, Mav, Amelia, and me. He wasn’t alone.” 

“He’s the type of person that isolates himself from the rest. He doesn’t want to give others the opportunity—or rather, the power—to abandon him and hurt him.” 

“Yeah, that’s Hangman. But the man I saw that night... that was Jake. We've been taking care of him ever since.” 

“You know, I always thought that he cheated and left me before I found out. But he isn’t like that.” 

“He had many opportunities to move on; he’s a good-looking guy, and ladies and some guys, even, had been throwing themselves at him over the last three years. But he rejected them.” 

“All of them?” 

“Every single one. One day I asked him why, and he said that ‘someone told him he didn’t deserve to be happy’” Penny finishes her drink and gets up. 

“Who the fuck told him that?” 

“Until you showed up, I actually thought it was you. Well, not you, because I didn’t know about your existence. But his last girlfriend.” 

“I don’t want Jake to be unhappy, Penny.” 

“No, dear. You wish that he had told you the truth. You wish you could be the family you’re supposed to be. I can see it in your eyes, in the way you look at each other.” 

“We don’t look at each other.” You protest, getting up too. 

“There’s nothing worse than two idiots in love!” She says as she walks into the house, leaving you with an empty glass in your hand and a million questions in your head. 

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[1xseo]

diluc not having enough time for you because of his packed schedule caused by a new important mission in snezhnaya and natlan.

even though you were aware about diluc’s hectic schedule, you didn’t expect for it to be this packed. you’ve given him alot of hints these past few days because of how sexually frustrated you were, yet, he’s thinking nothing of it and would always go straight to sleep after you shower him with affection, it made you insecure and doubt yourself thinking you’re not the one satisfying him anymore.

tired diluc that just got home thinking he would get greeted by his lovely s/o’s warm hug and kiss that he’s been looking forward to after a tiring day, instead, he got greeted by you pouting and sitting at the edge of the bed, obviously upset. his warm smile disappears as he watches you throw a tantrum in your shared room, packing your clothes while you shout things that sounds nonsense to diluc.

he lets you do your thing while he stands at the door stunned, thinking where all the things you’re saying came from, wanting to understand you since he’s afraid he might lose you even more if he opens his mouth. he watches you as you angrily grabbed your clothes towards your bag as he rethinks things that may be the reason why you’re angry when you’re just all over and pampering him the past few days, thinking that he never failed to send you messages and updates everyday when he’s away and never forgot to give you a kiss, so why? why were you mad? he thought you understood?

“this is so fucking unfair diluc, maybe there really is someone else out there that is satisfying you better than me,” you stopped and glanced at him who’s still looking at you stunned, you scoffed turning back to your clothes again “and you’re not even saying anything for fucks sake, do what you want. im staying over your brother’s that would treat me better than this and probably do me 10 times better than you do.”

well shit.

you stopped, realizing what you just said. you knew that he's insecure and hates getting compared to someone else so if you're trying to get him fired up then you're pretty much pressing the right buttons.

as diluc finally snaps, and starts to come towards you while you started to take back everything you said, stuttering "i-im sorry, you k-know i didn’t mean tha-“ you got cut off when he towers over you making you sit on the bed, looking at him with wide doe eyes. seeing him this close made his features more clearer to you, eyes tired and his expression is dark that it made you feel guilty about starting an argument that you feel like it didn't even made sense now.

“is that why you’re throwing a fucking tantrum like a child right now, my love? i don’t want to invalidate what you’re feeling but accussing me from things that i didn’t even do? and now you think my brother can satisfy you better?” diluc says in a raspy voice, you tried opening your mouth but nothing came out.

diluc scoffs pushing you to the bed making you gasp while he towers you once again “we’re going to have a proper talk tomorrow but what i need right now is your pretty mouth to scream nothing but my name and that dumb head of yours to think nothing but me. gon make sure to let kaeya hear downstairs, yeah? have to remind you again and again who you belong to even if it means fucking you till daylight."

your eyes widened when he mentioned kaeya was downstairs and starts to tear up from his mean words as he flips you on your stomach and pushes your head to the mattress with his hand while you hear his heavy breathing behind you and the sound of his belt unbuckling.

knowing you’re in for a long night, you just have to be good for him and take it like a good girl you are, just like he wants you to behave for him the first place.

you grinned on the mattress. looks like your plan worked out at the end after all. :)

#random thoughts #just diluc #diluc x reader #diluc #genshin x reader #genshin smut

[dearest-painter]

I have no father (PT.2) male reader

TW/CW:Yandere behavior, unhealthy behavior,unhealthy relationship, abusive relationship,abusive behavior,Age gap??? I’m not sure who’s yandere yet except for some people so please request some,neglect,reader is dating Venom and posses Venom you know how Eddie posses venom? That type of posses,hate to Tony stark aka Reader’s dad,mentions of hickeys,mentions of scars not specified but they are from battles,BAD SPELLING!!,cussing,reader is basically Eddie Brock just the son of Tony,heavy Venom x Reader/Eddie vibes. If I forgot any please inform me

Authors note:Peter is 18 while Reader is in his 20s just because I believe that’s how old you need to be to have your own apartment and for no other purposes,I do not do smut/lemons. Plus He/Him pronouns are being used for reader

Keys:H/t = hair type,h/c = hair color,h/l = hair length,e/c = eye color,s/c = skin color I swear I’m not trying to be rude it just so that you have free range of your looks!!!

Part 1

Huffing as you walked outside letting the city’s cold air hit your body that is exposed calms you down a bit. Your so called dad pissed you off so much saying you had no permission to marry someone you love! You didn’t know where you where going but your body was on autopilot which you never realized. Is Y/N okay? You softly smiled at your husbands voice which calms you down yes love,I’m okay just need to be away from that DAMN bastard he knew you were pissed as hell so he didn’t talk anymore. You kept taking in deep breaths of the cold air which soothed you.

Opening your eyes finally you saw you were on top of a roof which made you worried as you felt your breath hitched but Venom helped you calm down. We are safe Y/N,it is wheat we first met you smiled remember that fated day you met Venom,how cold you ever forget the day you met your husband? Closing your eyes you went back to that dated day of meeting venom.

“FUCK YOU! YOU’LL NEVER HEAR FROM ME AGAIN!” “Y/N STARK GET OVER HERE NOW!” Running as fast as you could. You finally ran away from your father,Tony stark the man who neglected you and made the world pity you. You hated that,people pitying you. You didn’t need pity! No you needed a safe secure family unlike your current one. It was raining heavily just like in those stupid cliché romance movies you saw your mother watched. You loved your mother deeply truly as she had given you all the love your father never could as she was both mom and dad in your eyes and she’ll be the only family member to know where you are.

She had made sure you had no trackers on you at all before you ran away. She found you packing stuff to leave,instead of stopping you she helped you as she knew that your mental and physical health matters more then where you stay. You were in front of a church so going in quickly you panted as you sat in front of where the priest would give his preaches you believe. Soon you felt something go in your mouth causing you to cough ver hard.

“FUCKING HELL!” Soon you saw some weird ass thing sprout from your shoulder. “Hello Y/N” “…alien?” “Yes…you do not seem phased by us” “how can I when my dad puts fighting alien’s instead of raising his son but what are you?” “A symbiot” Nodding your head you took out something to eat but the thing got to it first. “Shit you hungry” “Yesss” “what do I call you as you already now my name?” “We are Venom!” Nodding your head you yawn so you started to set up for the night.

“What are you doing?” “Getting sleep as I’ll need to get a job early in the morning” Venom nodded before going into your body which made you shiver. Laying in your sleeping bag you heard Venom mumbling which helped you sleep some how.

“Y/N” snapping out of your thoughts you saw your husband’s face in front of you. “Yes love?” “We are hungry” “of course,how about I cook tonight?” “YES! WE LOVE YOUR COOKING!” Chuckling you let your husband take control and make his body so you two could get home. You enjoyed the area as you finally got away from your point of view. Venom was thinking of was to show you were his without you knowing which was a bit hard but he knows what to do.

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[namor-shuri]

Your tags on my venn diagram post are gold and should be a fic.

LMAOOO not me forgetting y’all read my tags 😭 Look, your venn diagram is accurate af and I really hope you bless us with more. The world wants to see these talented men come together and team up on a project [or in my case, tag team me]. But hey, I support both scenarios. Your fic comment got me thinking “what if I actually wrote a fantasy, porn without plot one shot about them?” So then I attempted it [HEAVY on attempt because I haven’t written a fic before 🥲] But here goes nothing *gulps*. Hope you like it op! @scruffylookingpiratecaptain 💗 *deletes my entire account and moves across state lines afterwards* lol

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Gael Bernal Diego Luna Tenoch Huerta Pedro Pascal Oscar Isaac

“I want to fuck like we’re filming in the valley.”

**Warnings/ Disclaimers: NSFW, 18+, group sex, language, fiction [this is only intended to be fantasy], porn without plot**

We have a routine down. They stop by my apartment Friday night, fuck me, we eat together, and then they leave. Repeat. No cuddles. No pillow talk. No strings attached. No bullshit. Just straight fucking. I would be lying through my teeth if I said I didn’t develop feelings somewhere along the way for each and every one of them, but I’ll take that to my grave.

It wasn’t always like this.

It first started off with just Tenoch and I. We met one another through a drunk threesome one night after a friend’s birthday party. We instantly clicked and he quickly learned how to turn me on. The man could make me cum round after round till I forgot my first and last name. He knew all the right buttons to push and he got me hooked on him quickly. His dick game drove me insane and I hated that it admittedly elevated my standards for any man who was blessed to be entangled in my sheets. We became a casual “friends with benefits” type of a situation until one day he wanted to spice things up between us.

“Have you ever had sex with more than one guy at the same time?” He asks me out of the blue while we chill at a nearby cafe.

To my surprise, he wanted to add more guys to the mix. I wasn’t opposed to the idea but was honestly a little concerned at first.

“I want to watch other guys fuck you while I take part. That would be so fucking hot, you know? And I promise you would be safe, no funny business. I know these guys. They’re good guys, trust me. What do you think?”

Call me a whore. Lonely. Bored. A pick me. A girl with daddy issues. Some twenty-something big tit wide-eyed naive bitch finding intimacy in all the wrong places. Whatever. I could care less. I don’t need the judgement from my girlfriends, friends, family, or coworkers and I sure as hell don’t need it from you. The only thing that was running through my mind in that very moment was having an adventure and so I kept our little arrangement to myself. No one has to know.

I sipped my drink watching him over the rim of my cup. He met my gaze with those curious eyes of his like he was trying to read my mind. I looked down and smirked, finally swallowing.

“I’m in.”

*bzzzzz*

Like clockwork, Tenoch always came by my apartment first. I opened the door to the sight of this goober holding a pack of beers and striking a funny pose with damp curls. He must of showered before heading over because he smelled heavenly.

“Hey beautiful.” He kissed my forehead then waltzed right in, draping his stuff over a nearby chair.

We made small talk about his shit boss and how she underpays her staff. “And now she’s doing layoffs!” In this economy?? I crack open a couple of beers for us and hear the doorbell ring. “Tenoch, can you get that?” Diego and Oscar are here. Funny enough, they live in another apartment complex only a couple of streets down. What are the odds, right? Shockingly it’s not weird, but hopefully it stays that way.

Tenoch throws a movie on while I pop open a bag of chips Oscar brought over. Gael swings by next and as always, without fail, Pedro comes last. Hours later, I might add!

“Sorry for the delay guys, I had an emergency come up.”

We all boo him in unison while Tenoch throws a cheeto at his head.

“I don’t deserve this abuse! I promise I have a good excuse this time.” Pedro chuckles, dodging another chip successfully.

Yeah don’t feel bad for him. This fucker always has an “emergency”. He couldn’t be on time if his actual life depended on it.

“Blah blah blah. Just hurry up and sit down. You’re interrupting an important part of the movie dipshit. Mulan is meeting Mushu.” Oscar excitedly motions him over to the couch like we all haven’t seen this masterpiece 50+ times already.

I giggle and look around at everyone enjoying themselves. I have a lot of fun with them. I mean outside of our little scheduled orgy we got going on, I truly enjoy their companionship. I know they have my back and I have theirs. I wouldn’t dare be sappy and say this out loud but I love these guys and would do anything for them.

What’s wild to me is even though we have made this a routine by now, they still get shy around me before we start. No one wants to make me feel uncomfortable and I appreciate that more than they’ll ever know, but someone has to have the balls to make the first move. Thankfully, Diego does. He starts to massage the back of my neck while we all laugh at Mushu screaming “dishonor on you, dishonor on your cow!” He looks over at me and notices me purr in approval. While his hand works out the kinks in my neck, he leans in and sensually kisses the side of my neck licking all the way up to my earlobe, catching it in between his teeth. He whispers sweet nothings in my ear about how gorgeous I am and how he can satisfy me better than any of these so called “men” here. I know it’s all for the fantasy factor but fuck does it turn me on. Only I can hear his ramblings and that gets me even hotter. He invades my personal space and breathes me in deep. I tilt my head and expose my throat to him like a cat on it’s back surrendering. Mark me, Diego. I start to squirm in my seat. I can feel my wetness already pooling in my panties.

My whimpers play over the movie and Oscar proceeds to join in on the fun. He directs my attention towards him and softly cups my cheek before going in for a blistering kiss. I close my eyes and let him lick into my mouth greedily. I surrender to his demanding touch while Diego starts to leave a trail of hickeys from my neck down to my clavicle.

Gael gets up from the other side of the couch and kneels down in front of me. He carefully unties my shoes and slips off my socks. He starts to caress my legs and massage my feet, looking up at me with heat behind his eyes. I watch his eyes shift to peek underneath my skirt. I’m trying to get friction to my clit by grinding my thighs together but Gael holds my legs in place with a strong grip. He then slides his hands slowly up my thighs till he gets to his destination. He hooks his finger over the top of my lingerie and brings them down one inch at a time, leaving a trail of hot kisses along the way.

I shutter as the air immediately exposes my wetness, revealing my sweet arousal. Gael finally slips my panties off and takes in its dampness. Oscar distracts me by gliding his hand over my breasts till he settles on my neck, roughly gripping my throat while he licks up into my ear.

I yelp.

“Be gentle.” Tenoch possessively asserts while he comes over and starts to pull his shirt over his head, exposing his happy trail and tattoo.

“Calm down. I’m only doing what the slut likes.” Oscar counters, looking over at Tenoch with a challenging stare before directing his sexual frustration back to me.

“Isn’t that right, baby? I want to hear you beg for Daddy.” He taunts while I make eye contact with him through submissive eyes. I’m thoroughly turned on right now and he knows it. Oscar’s tight grip on my neck is sending me over the edge and I want more. I need more. His authority is sending waves of pleasure through out my entire body and my hair raises on my arms. My pierced nipples start to harden and peak through my shirt and a wave of desire goes straight to my cunt.

Diego ceases to kiss my shoulder and looks down at my pebbled flesh.

“Well, would you look at that. Our brat likes to be choked.”

Diego goes to undress my top half and unclasps my bra with a swiftness. My breasts spill out of their cups one by one and he fondles one nipple as he laps up the other in his mouth eagerly. My breath hitches. I bite my lip, holding in a strangled noise.

Pedro moves over to my line of vision and begins to unbotton his pants in front of me, giving me a show. He starts touching himself as we lock eyes and creates a mess in his jeans. He whips out his exuding member and I shamelessly stare, taking in all of its glory. He watches me watch him and delights in the attention. This fucker.

“You like what you see, sweetheart? It’s all yours, just be a good girl and open your mouth wide for me.”

I love it when he calls me his good girl and tells me what to do. He doesn’t repeat himself twice. Ever. Whatever Pedro wants, Pedro gets. I pay the consequence if I misbehave. But God, do I love misbehaving.

I don’t budge one inch and go to kiss Oscar, dismissing Pedro’s very existence. That sets him off. Mission accomplished.

“Alright, play times over Princess.” he snarls.

Pedro yanks me away from Diego and Oscar by my hair and forces me forward to the edge of the couch, bringing me at eye level with his hardened cock. He holds my head firm in place as he steadily rubs his throbbing wood over my lips, painting them with his pre-cum. His breath goes ragged and his composure quickly diminishes. He wants this badly, but so do I. Pedro shoves his dick past my lips to the back of my throat without warning and I can see his pupils blow from his dominance over me. He tastes like sea salt and musk. I bring my hands up to grip his shaft and brace myself on his waist, sliding back and forth. He’s rough with me and forces me all the way down till my nose touches his pubes. I gag and my eyes starts to water. He finally releases his grip on me, and I exhale and spit on his dick. I go in for seconds and savor the taste, licking circles around his sensitive tip.

“Ah, just like that.” He affirms, letting his head fall back.

Everyone moves to claim a piece of my flesh to grab, squeeze, suck or fuck. I aspire to be their personal fuck toy to use and abuse for their own selfish gain. Is that too much to ask for?

Oscar repositions me on the couch so that I’m flat on my back as I resume sucking Pedro off. He pushes my skirt up out of the way and coats his fingers with saliva. He begins to slick up my folds, steadily working his way into my tight entrance. “Look at you.” He coos. He kneels down and without hesitation shoves his face into my juices and begins to devour me whole. He licks a line from my tight asshole to my sopping pussy lips and engulfs my clit with his large tongue. He hums around it, sending a wave of vibration to my core.

I loudly moan with Pedro’s penis down my throat, generating a low growl from him. I take him out of my mouth and start to plead as Oscar relentlessly works my sensitive clit with no sign of letting up. He sets my body aflame with little to no effort and it’s truly diabolical.

Tenoch comes to my side and begins to gently massage my breasts, bending down and taking one nipple in his mouth while he jerks himself off. Oscar prys my legs open to stop me from squirming. The overwhelming sensation of his scruff on my bundle of nerves is killing me and the mix of pain and pleasure is intoxicating. Gael grabs my calf and begins to suck my toes, one by one while touching himself. He closes his eyes and takes his time savoring them greedily. He sucks and sucks like he’s making love to them and perverted noises start to fill up the room. My body riddles with ecstasy and the heat in my lower belly grows.

Diego squeezes some lube on his hand and continues to jerk himself off while watching this provocative scene unfold in front of him. He comes over to my side and replaces his hand with mine on his leaking erection. I slowly jerk him off while not breaking eye contact with him.

I can feel my arousal taking over. My brain is having trouble functioning and focusing on one particular thing at once. I am incoherent. I know I definitely heard my phone go off three separate times by now. Mulan is already beating Shan Yu’s ass on the roof. My AC unit turned off about an hour ago and it’s hot as shit in here. But none of these distractions matter to me right now. My ears tune into the sweet symphony of their joint moans and hisses, while I witness their hungry eyes fixate on me, mouths slightly parted in a fucked out bliss. The air is thick with sweat, sex and sin.

I come to and feel Oscar between my legs as I jerk Diego off with purpose while Pedro tilts my head towards him and fucks into my mouth, panting with each thrust. I create a tight vacuum, swallowing him with intense suction that my lips create a *pop* sound when I let go. He curses under his breath in satisfaction.

Tenoch breaks things up and takes control. He grabs hold of me and tears me away from everyone’s touch. He picks me up with one arm and lays back on the couch’s sweaty surface before positioning me on top of him. I straddle his waist and lean down for a kiss, exchanging fluids in a raunchy french kiss. He matches my energy and sucks on my tongue. Fuck, he’s such a freak. We continue to make out as he reaches over my ass and rubs my entrance in a circular motion, slowly dragging his thick digits along my folds. Tenoch replaces his fingers with his slick dick and coats his penis in my juices before tapping himself on my clit. Oscar prepared me for the taking and Tenoch is about to have his way with me. His thick cock promptly slides right into my walls and we moan in each other’s mouths. I’m convinced my vagina was made to please him. I try and adjust to his thickness, slowly making room for his size. My greedy cunt eventually swallows him whole. He gasps in approval. I dig my nails into his big chest as I begin to ride him, throwing my head back. Oscar promptly grabs my neck from behind and whispers nasty shit in my ear while I take Tenoch’s cock like a good girl. Tenoch holds onto my waist with a bruising grip, displaying his possessiveness over me. He sits up on one elbow and sucks my sensitive nipples, playing with my piercing with his tongue in a circle motion. My cunt flutters around him, making him buck.

Goosebumps break out all over my skin as a chill runs down my spine. I whine loudly, succumbing to my pleasure in waves. The sounds of Tenoch’s dick slamming into my tight hole as my ass cheeks hit his pelvis is delicious and it makes me wetter each thrust. He’s giving it to me so good right now but Oscar decides to test how much I can truly take at once.

He cups my ass and halts my bouncing. Tenoch’s member slowly slides out. He grabs my cheeks and spreads me wide, admiring the stretch of my asshole and vagina with his tight grip. Oscar leans in and dips his tongue in and out of both holes, indulging in my natural taste. He pulls back and spits on my tight asshole. He sucks his thumb first before bringing his slick finger to my hole, spreading his spit in a circular motion. Oscar deepens the pressure until his thumb successfully slides in.

A raspy moan leaves my lips and I cry out.

“Mmmm I know baby, I know. Daddy knows what to do.“ He confidently mutters between pants. He’s so turned on right now.

He spits on his pointer and middle finger next, slipping in two digits and stretching me out. His calculated process is driving me crazy and my thighs tremble around Tenoch’s waist. I gasp and stop sucking and jerking off Pedro and Diego, focusing on my breathing.

“Don’t be greedy Oscar, there’s enough of her to go around.” Tenoch gripes, assisting in spreading my cheeks to give Oscar better access. I whimper in anticipation.

Oscar continues to work open my hole with a squirt of lube, fucking me with his fingers until he deems I’m ready for his thick shaft. I grow impatient.

“Ah…f-fuck me Oscar, please. I need you!”

Pedro starts to laugh.

“Stop playing with your food Oscar. The lady is getting tired of you.”

“I thought you like when Daddy plays with you, baby.” Oscar taunts before spontaneously slapping both of my ass cheeks one by one, again and again and again. Left. Right. Left. Right. He spanks me so hard that the pain becomes unbearable. Tenoch proceeds to choke me, holding my neck in place. I scream but no sound comes out. My voice is hoarse from sucking and fucking. Gael ducks down and starts to suck on my nipple while twisting the other between two fingers, playing with its jewelry.

Once he deems me ready, Oscar takes his throbbing wood in hand and aligns his coated head with my stretched hole. He grabs some lube one last time, lathers me up and slides in. He takes his time to make sure he doesn’t hurt me but I want it now. He relishes in my tightness and cusses under his breath. Tenoch licks his fingers and lubricates my pussy with his saliva before re-entering me. My eyes roll back with the overstimulation of being filled to the brim. They start to move together in unison and I resume bouncing on both Tenoch’s and Oscar’s dicks together. Oscar looks down, watching himself go in and out of my ass, cheeks bouncing back on his pelvis and jiggling. He bites his lip from the glorious sight.

“Fuck y-your so tight…ah-“ They both rant together.

Sounds of skin slapping skin echo throughout my entire apartment and Oscar steadily grips my shoulder while Tenoch grabs my waist. I feel like I am being split in two as my holes stretch and adjust to being double penetrated. A bitch is on cloud nine and I can barely string two sentences together. They are deep in my guts and I think I’m going to black out from the overwhelming sensation. This is a ride I never want to get off of. Tenoch picks up the pace and fucks up into me with no mercy while Oscar follows suit. He looks determined, sweat dripping down his forehead. Tenoch gawks at my bouncing breasts in his face, matching the fast pace. He reaches down and thumbs my clit.

My orgasm is on the rise and I can feel my climax is near.

“Daddy, I’m….I’m close!” I moan.

Gael lets go of my breast and runs to grab my vibrator from my bedroom. He turns it to the setting I like and places it close to Tenoch’s groan so that it’s touching my clit at the right angle. He looks up at me as my mouth falls open. I’m slowly becoming undone and can’t hold on any longer.

Diego makes the split decision to get up on the couch and position himself in line to face fuck me. He holds my hair as I bounce and proceeds to have his way with me. I moan around his dick as spit pools and drips down my chin. Pedro leans down and fondles a breast while biting one nipple just the way I like it.

It was truly a sight to see. A real group effort. The one group project where everybody wins. My question is why didn’t we think to film any of this and post it to porn sites world wide or only fans and make millions?? You should have seen us! We fucked like real professionals. I could see it now: “Sexy whore takes 5 big cocks like a champ” as the title. Hmmm. Now that I think about it, we would have probably ran into some copyright issues with Mulan playing in the background. The “A girl worth fighting for” song blasting at full volume was a nice touch though.

I feel myself choking on his penis and Diego reminds me to breath through my nostrils as he shoves my head forward. He yanks me off of his dick to give me a second to breath and a string of saliva connects from my lips to his tip. He slaps me a bit and roughly grabs my cheeks. Diego leans in for a sloppy kiss and purrs “that’s my fucking slut.” He’s genuinely proud of me.

“Now suck!” He demands and plunges back into my mouth without any hesitation. He’s pumping me so fucking good while his thrusts start to become sporadic and his breath goes ragged. I know he’s close. He slips his throbbing dick out of my mouth and readjusts so that I give his neglected balls some lovin. He bites his lip in approval.

“I’m cumming…I’m cu-“ Tenoch goes silent as he spills his hot seed deep into my swollen pussy. My vagina pulses around him as I feel him paint my walls. I shake involuntarily as he comes down off of his high. His dick slides out of me and goes limp, while his seed leaks down my thigh. He lays there catching his breath as everyone continues to use me for their own satisfaction. He watches me bounce on top of him as Oscar continues to pound me from behind.

I quickly follow suit and climax hard, squirting all over Tenoch with Oscar deep in my ass, Pedro sucking my nipple rings hard, Gael rubbing my clit with my vibrator on high and Diego stuffing his balls in my mouth.

Everyone let’s go of me for a second as I buckle and grip Tenoch’s chest before completely collapsing on top of him. All of my energy leaves my body. He catches me in his arms and caresses my back, making sure I’m okay. He kisses my forehead and I feel his chest rise and fall.

Once my breath evens out, I look up and see everyone staring at me with concern. The Mulan end credits continue to roll on the TV. I sheepishly look around and immediately get shy in front of them for the first time.

“So…..round two?”

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#I dont know how I feel about this but I hope y’all like it? rofl #tenoch huerta #pedro pascal #diego luna #oscar isaac #Gael Bernal #tenoch x reader #pedro x reader #diego x reader #Oscar x reader #Gael x reader #fic writing #you ask me why is the mulan movie in this and to that I say why not #no for real I don’t know what this is #this is meant to be read as a random character not as myself #yeah I’m just going to stick to edits and stuff bc this was HARD yall #shout out to fan fic writers 😮‍💨🥲 #we just got a letter