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berberriescorner · 2 years

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Characters: Pablo Schreiber x Black!Reader.

Summary: Food is taken very seriously in the Schreiber household.

Warnings: A little profanity. Mentions of smut. Daddy kink. Little angst. Lots of fluff🥺♥️. Cuteness overload.

Word Count: 2,600+.

Wiggling your way onto a barstool and sliding swollen feet under the edge of the kitchen island. You had finally found a moment to sit in silence and enjoy a little alone time. It only lasted a few minutes. The rumbling in your stomach grew louder, echoing throughout the kitchen. For the past hour, you had been doing your best to ignore the growling in your tummy. Waiting to eat dinner with your husband, you snacked on a few pringles.

Pablo had called twenty minutes ago to let you know he was on his way home from the gym. He urged you to go ahead without him. Ignoring his insistence you decided to wait anyway. Eating together was one of the few things he had time for lately. Between filming, interviews, meetings, and the gym he barely had time for anything else.

The chips were doing very little to calm your appetite. Sighing, your mind started to wonder why it was taking forever for Pablo to get there. You started to become a little agitated and hangry. Luckily you heard the front door swing open. Pablo called out to you.

“Babe!”

“In the kitchen, baby.”

He made his way to where you were. Tossing the mail onto the counter he stepped behind your barstool. Wrapping his arms around you, he pulled your back against his front. Leaning in to give you multiple kisses on both the neck and cheek.

“Pablo, you’re all sweaty. Stop, baby,” you giggled.

“Don’t dodge my sweat-filled kisses, baby. You love that shit,” he teased.

“Usually your shirt is off and that’s the part I enjoy, not the actual sweat itself, babe.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. If you want me to take my shirt off, just say that. Always trying to get me naked.” he teased.

He spun your stool around and placed his hands on your stomach, rubbing and giving it a few pecks. He stood back up, taking hold of your chin and giving you a lingering kiss.

“Damn. I’ll be glad when I get some downtime. I’ve been missing my babies.”

“Me too, papa,” you replied, giving him another quick kiss. “You want to shower before we eat? I left dinner warming.”

“Honey, I told you to go on and eat without me.”

“I know, but I like eating dinner with you,” you explained.

“Please, baby. Go on and eat. I’m not that hungry. I’m going to shower and then go over a few scripts. Just leave my plate in the microwave. I can eat it later.”

You cocked your head to the side. “Hmm,” you said, eyeing him suspiciously. “You haven’t eaten since breakfast, how could you not be hungry?”

“Maybe I had some lunch, babe,” he chuckled nervously. “It’s not like we spend every waking moment together.”

You weren’t buying it. He always ate after working out.

“Pablo. Tell. Schreiber. You ate without me!”

“What? No, I didn't!”

“It’s written all over your face, Pablo! Not you lying to me too.”

“Baby.”

“Unloyal ass man. When?”

“I grabbed something on the way home,” he responded, looking guilty. He ran his hands down his face, knowing what was to come of this discussion.

“What did you eat? Why’d you eat without me?”

The sadness in your voice made him feel bad.

“Baby, it’s not that serious. I just grabbed something quick and ate it on the drive home.”

“You went and got tacos without me didn’t you?”

You and your damn empathic accuracy. When it came to Pablo and how he went about things, you could read him like a book.

“Baby. I’m sorry, but if I had to eat Italian one more night this week, I was going to lose my shit.”

You didn’t want to be irrational, but your hormones got the best of you. The tears were impossible to fight.

“Mama, stop that. Don’t cry.”

“You said that you didn’t mind it, because that’s what I’ve been craving.”

“I don’t, but honey we’ve had pasta three nights in a row,” he chuckled. “Seafood Alfredo. Baked ziti. Last night there was lasagna.”

His chuckle struck a nerve, and your eyes were brimming with tears again.

“My feelings are funny to you? Bet. I’ll cook for everyone but you for the rest of the week. Have fun feeding yourself. You inconsiderate jackass!”

Deep down you knew you were being unreasonable but it was too late to turn back now. The sudden spark of anger caught your husband by surprise. He sat at the kitchen table baffled as he watched you storm off with your food in hand. Pablo was startled as you slammed the bedroom door.

He let out a long sigh running his hand down his face. Pablo decided it would be best to give you a moment to gather your thoughts and cool off.

“Yeah, guess I should’ve seen that one coming. Are we seriously at odds over fucking pasta?” He was baffled by the turn of events.

“I must really love this woman. I know all too well what the mood swings are like, yet I keep getting her pregnant,” he mumbled to himself in amusement. Then he heard a little voice and remembered why it was all worth it.

“Daddy you maked mommy sad. Did you be mean to her,” his five-year-old McKenna asked. She had one hand on her hip and the other clasped her little brother Marcus’ hand. He wore a smirk on his face, while his big sister was all seriousness.

Chuckling he scooped them both into his arms and placed each child on a knee. Stealing a few kisses, he hugged them tight and tried to explain himself.

“You know how you both get cranky when you don’t take a nap?”

Both toddlers nodded their heads quickly. He smiled at them, appreciating the fact that they looked so much like you two. They were the perfect blend of you both. In his eyes, they were absolute perfection.

“Well, that’s kind of what it’s like for mommies when they’re having a baby. The baby takes up a lot of their energy, and it’s hard for them to get comfortable when trying to sleep. So it’s kind of like missing a nap every day. Mommy’s just tired, uncomfortable, and very hungry. That makes her a little sad and at times cranky, so she accidentally took her frustration out on daddy.”

He couldn’t help but grin at how focused they were listening to his explanation.

“Daddy also made mommy feel a little left out. He did something without her and it made mama sad, but it’s going to be okay. I’ll apologize to her, but for now, we’re going to hang out here and give her a little peace and quiet.”

He couldn’t help but smile at his children. Pablo could see the thoughts racing through their heads as they tried to process the information. Once they fully understood they smiled big and nodded their heads. McKenna gave Pablo a big hug and kiss.

“Thank you, baby girl, what was that for?”

“Because you gonna apologize to mommy and maked her feel better!”

“That’s right, baby. Now you two go finish your movie, then it’s bath and bedtime.”

Both kids hugged him once more and went back to the theater room to finish their movie, or so he thought.

After grabbing a quick shower in the guest bathroom, he ducked off into the garage. Grabbing something he left in his vehicle, a thought entered his mind. Feeling bad for having upset you, he decided to straighten up the kitchen and start the laundry. Pablo was still giving you time to cool down. Little did he know the munchkins were up to something.

He had his back to the entryway trying to finish up the last of the dishes. He heard the pitter-patter of feet. Feeling a presence beside him, two sets of hands yanked on his pant legs.

“Shouldn’t you little rascals be finishing your movie.”

Each child pushed and pulled at him forcing him to turn around. That’s when he saw that you were standing on the other side of the island looking down rubbing circles on your belly. Looking up at him, he saw you nibble your bottom lip. Your eyes looked as if you were embarrassed. Before he could say anything McKenna spoke up.

“Mama, daddy gots something he wants to tell you, don’t you daddy,” she squeaked. “Right Marcus? Don’t daddy gots something to say?”

“Yeah,” your baby boy shouted excitedly.

Pablo laughed as he strode over to you. He pulled you closer to him and placed his hands on your face. Looking at you with remorse he husked, “I’m sorry I didn’t consider your feelings. I should’ve communicated to you that I was tired of eating pasta.” You both chuckled at that.

“No, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have lashed out at you like that. I was being ridiculous. These damn mood swings,” you replied, rolling your eyes. You had forgotten the kids were in the room.

“Mama! You not ‘uppose to say that! It’s a bad word! Now you gots to get in trouble. Right, daddy?”

“I know, baby. Mommy’s sorry.”

“That’s okay, Kenna. Daddy will give mama a good talking to,” he leaned in to whisper the rest in your ear. “And a good spanking. Unless you can think of a few ways to show daddy you’re sorry?”

The reply you wanted to give him was inappropriate with the babies present. You and Pablo assured the kids that you were good and rushed them back to the theatre room. Once you were certain they were out of earshot, you gave Pablo a hungry kiss. With his hands resting on your belly, he gave you that look.

“How are you going to show daddy you’re sorry, baby?”

His tone of voice sent heat throughout your body, making you ache for him. He pressed himself into you to feel his growing erection. Your breath hitched as he trailed kisses up and down your neck. “Speak up, baby. How do you plan to show me?”

“I guess you’ll have to slide something in my filthy little mouth to teach me a lesson,” you moaned.

“Such a naughty girl. You love to get on your knees for me don’t you sweetheart,” he groaned, sucking on your neck.

“Baby, you’ll have to settle for me sitting on the edge of the bed. If I get on my knees, we’ll be stuck, papa. Pregnancy stole my “Megan knees.” I just can’t get up and down like I used to,” she joked. Guess there won’t be any more twerking freely around the house until this baby drops.

You both fell out laughing at that for a moment. Pablo's face turned back to lust as he leaned in, “Why don’t I just get on my knees for you?”

“Let’s hurry up and get these kids to bed. If we keep standing here talking like this you might have to put me on this island real quick.”

“Fuck. Now I’m picturing myself on my knees. My head between those sexy ass thighs. You’re on the counter screaming my name. I miss the days when we could have sex all over the house.”

“Well, your mom is taking the kids for the weekend,” you smirked.

“I have the best mama in the world. I’ll be putting your ass on every surface in this kitchen, sweetheart.”

“You're so damn nasty. Let’s go put our babies to bed. Then you can put my ass to sleep. You did eat without me so you owe me, daddy. I’m going to need you to bring me to it and bring me through it multiple times. Don’t plan on coming up for air anytime soon. Even if I beg you to stop. Keep it going, baby.” With that, you stole a kiss, winked, and sauntered out of the room.

In a trance, Pablo watched the sway in your hips and plumpness of your ass walk away from him. He mumbled, “that ass can make a grown man cry.” He snapped out of it rushing out of the kitchen behind his wife.

“Bathtime then bed kiddos, let’s go! Daddy needs to put mama on her side!”

“Pablo!”

“What? We’re just gonna wrestle and have a playdate. Adults only of course.”

“One day they’re going to understand what you really mean. Come help me with these children and hush!”

“Yes ma’am!”

“You can’t wrestle with mama, daddy. She gots a baby in her belly! Mama, what’s a playdate for ‘dults like? Do you play hide and seek.,” McKenna questioned.

“Good grief,” you mumbled.

Pablo was now standing in the doorway to the kid's bathroom. His eyes lit up with amusement.

With a chuckle, he responded, “We’ll tell you when you're eighteen, and you won’t be having any until you’re thirty.”

Your sweet innocent baby’s face lit up. Not grasping what her father was saying, her head nodded quickly.

“Okay, daddy!”

If only she knew her father's future plans to scare off and intimidate any potential suitors. No one was going to be good enough for his precious baby girl.

Placing your tiny humans into the tub, you fell into their nightly routine. Pablo told you there was an email he needed to answer. You offered to finish bathing the kids while he finished up his work. Not wanting you to take on all the responsibility, he insisted on tucking them in for a bedtime story. He assured you he’d be done taking care of business in time.

Pablo’s heart warmed at the sight of his three favorite people snuggling. Entering McKenna's bedroom, he admired the way both children were glued to your sides. They were lying on your chest as you run your fingers through their hair.

“They tried to stay awake for you, but their bubble bath has melatonin in it,” you smiled apologetically.

“That’s okay, mama,” he responded.

He leaned over the bed, giving you a peck on the lips. Pablo scooped up Marcus and helped you slip from under McKenna. The both of you pulled the covers over your baby girl and kissed her forehead.

“We’ll put baby boy to bed and then we’ll head to the kitchen. I have something for you.”

Once Marcus was sound asleep in his bed, Pablo quietly led you to your surprise. He had covered your eyes as you entered your destination.

“Why are we coming back here?”

Instead of answering you, he opted to reveal the gift. Removing his hands from your eyes, you let out a gasp followed by a giggle.

“When did you find the time to do this?”

“I didn’t have an email to answer.”

“Wait, I’m confused. How? When did you get this?”

“You honestly thought that I would go to our favorite spot and not bring you anything?”

The kitchen table had a plethora of both chicken and shrimp tacos. Next to them were chips, queso, and salsa accompanied by a wine glass filled with cranberry juice. You’re sweet husband had reheated your food and set the table for you. The romantic goof had candles burning and the lights dimmed. The sweet gesture combined with pregnancy hormones caused your eyes to water.

“Baby,” Pablo grinned. “It’s just tacos. I tried to tell you earlier, but I pissed you off before I got the chance.”

“Now I feel even worse for the way I acted.”

“Don’t. I should’ve just told you I was getting food in the first place,” he countered.

“You know the fact that you did this makes me want you even more, right?”

“I had a feeling it might,” he beamed. “Not right now though. Eat now. Fuck later.”

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royallyprincesslilly · 1 year

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Title: Twice Seals The Fate***

Title: Twice Seals The Fate ***

Pablo Schreiber x GF Reader

Warning: NSFW, SMUUT, Cursing, Male & Female Receiving, Mild Crude Language, Fluff, 18+ Mature Content, Unprotected Lovin, Implied Preggo Talk

Words: 4.2k

Summary: While Pablo is on location filming the latest season of HALO, you pay him a visit after a nice chunk of time frees up on your calendar. One morning you wake to see him mid workout and laying eyes on this sight, there is only one possible outcome.

Note: I couldn’t resist this one. You’re welcome!

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Chirp-Chirp, Chirp-Chirp.

The sound was so soft you almost missed it. However, the bevy of animal sounds continued.

Chirp-Chirp, Chirp-Chirp.

Squawk- Squawk, Squawk - Squawk.

Neeeeeeigh.

Moooooo.

“Mmm.”

You groaned feeling as if you’d put yourself through a rigorous two-hour workout. You rolled to your right and your arm flopped onto a pillow—an empty pillow. It took a few moments but when your brain registered that and the sounds you were hearing your head flew up. The brightness around you felt unnatural as if it was artificial. Squinting, you looked around and immediately didn’t recognize your surroundings.

“What the--.”

It took nearly a minute for you to remember the last 24 hours. Your head was heavy and everything hazy. You got bits and pieces of your travels. You on the plane after agreeing to make a long-awaited visit to none other than the love of your life. It was a trip you’d both been unable to make but also reluctant to make.

Your schedule was insane as was Pablo’s thanks to him being on location filming the second season of Halo. To make things worse you hated flying after the two scares you’d had. Flying was the bane of your existence, and you could never do it unless you drank your way through it. Not even Valium fully worked on you, so you incorporated some self-medication—liquor.

You groaned again as it all came back. 4 valiums, 4 bottles of wine and an eight-hour flight took you all the way out. When you’d gotten off the plane you were more than tipsy. You cringed thinking you may have embarrassed yourself or Pablo when he and his assistant picked you up.

“Oh god, Y/N,” you croaked as you flipped onto your back.

You knew you’d gotten into the wrong career for the level of shambles you found yourself in whenever you had to fly. Nothing worked. Pablo knew this and had always been so supportive of you with working around it and it only made you love him even more. You replayed a memory from last night of Pablo putting you in the bathtub and giving you a bath like an actual toddler then tucking you in forehead kiss and all.

“Oh god.”

Guilt filled you. He’d probably had a long day on set and needed to be taken care of and loved on too, but you were so out of it he’d ended up taking care of you. Knowing him he was probably feeling guilty making you come all the way out. At the thought of him, you looked beside you and found his side empty. You sat up with the intention to go looking for him but the view out the sliding doors held you captivated.

“Wow.”

Thankfully your legs were in full working order now. You walked over to the doors and marveled at the view before you. As far as the eye could see it was white with peeks of greenery. The expansive field was so wide and free of clutter, litter, and people that you could not help but step outside onto the veranda. The crisp, fresh air hit you and it was clear you weren’t in LA anymore.

Despite the strong chill in the air thanks to the freshly fallen snow, you couldn’t find one fault. This may actually be heaven, you thought to yourself. Off to the left you saw the responsible parties for the farmland orchestra. There were actual cows grazing in the pasture like they had not one care in the world and free roaming horses.

“Must be nice.”

A flock of birds passing overhead caught your eye and you watched them flit merrily in the air as their song echoed around. This view and atmosphere made up for the eight-hour nightmare. You took a few more moments to enjoy the view but when the cold got too much to bear in your state of undress, you then went back inside to brush your teeth before finding Pablo.

When you made your way through the quiet house you wondered if he’d left to set already. Peeking into rooms you found them Pablo free. You thought to go back to the bedroom for your phone to call him but decided to look everywhere first. Turning the corner, you expected to be the only one there, but you stopped in your tracks as the most delicious sight laid before you that cleared any residual haze in your brain.

Pablo was in the center of the large and minimalistic living room with his back braced on a rolling sit up wheel with his arms behind his head. His feet were firmly planted on the hardwood floors with a pair of brown sweats sitting dangerously low. From the angle you stood you could count each and every ab muscle that popped from his perfect form.

Slowly, you raked your eyes over every inch of skin that was on display. Have mercy you thought. The pictures he’d been sending you over the last three months had not done an ounce of justice to what you were looking at now. From the pictures he looked good yes, and you’d wanted to run your hand along every inch of him, but in front of you now, you wanted so much more.

You watched him use the contraption underneath him, no doubt a new torture device from Eddie. He rocked forward and brought himself into a crunch and if it was possible those abs popped even more. He held the position and the longer he did the more parched you became. Thanks to those low sitting sweats you could see those brain numbing indentations at his sides that disappeared inside those now annoying sweats. Your eyes lowered and caught sight of a half-asleep monster skimming the surface.

Without thought you licked your lips. Pablo rolled backward releasing the position he’d been holding and arched himself back. Your eyes roamed up his sweat glistened body to see he wore headphones. He probably had no idea you were up much less ogling him like this. You slowly and carefully walked into the room taking care to not make a sound. Once you came around him and stood just between his legs you took the time to admire him some more.

His usual fit and build were always impressive to you because he always kept himself in good shape no matter what. However, his Halo level of fit was insane, and you thanked the producers every day that they’d chosen him for the role and that he was so dedicated to portraying an authentic master chief. Needless to say, your sex life since had been at a whole new level of explosive. It was a level you didn’t think was possible since you were already at wildfire levels.

Before he could move you dropped down onto your knees and hooked your fingers into the waistband of his sweats and pulled them down. As soon as they moved, Pablo flinched swinging his head up to land on you. Your attention was taken by the half soft meal you’d revealed.

“Jesus! Y/N, you scared the shit out of me!”

“Did I?”

You looked at him without moving your head, so it was only your eyes that bored into him. You always knew this made him weak. Sure enough, Pablo groaned.

“God, don’t look at me like that.”

Smirking, you wrapped your hand around his length that was much firmer than seconds ago.

“Mmm. Looks like you like being scared and the way I’m looking at you.”

Pablo scoffed and made a move to get off the wheel, but you gently squeezed him.

Groaning, he met your eyes again. “What’re you doing? You know that’s not a toy, right?”

“No? I thought it was my toy?”

His clear hazel eyes darkened as the tip of his tongue dipped out to wet his bottom lip.

“No worries, I’m not looking for a toy right now…just a snack.”

You tipped your tongue and licked from the base of his cock to the smooth tip. A deep moan that sounded like a big cat’s purr rumbled in Pablo’s chest and filled the room. You loved hearing him moan.

“I’m—I’m sweaty. Let me--.”

His words were cut off by another moan when you sucked his head into your mouth and moaned on it hoping that was answer enough for him.

“Uuugh!”

Pablo’s head dropped back to hang down as you swirled your tongue around him quite enjoying the slight saltiness to his skin. A wave of hunger hit you so hard that you couldn’t control yourself. Dipping your head lower, you took him into your mouth until he touched the back of your throat.

Pablo hissed as his head flung back up to watch you. Using his hands, he bracketed your head holding you gently. His mouth fell open as if he’d planned to say something, but no sound came. Rotating your head from left to right you rolled your tongue along the underside of his shaft.

“Fuuuuck!”

“Mmmm.”

Pablo’s grip tightened. It wasn’t enough to hurt you but just enough to let you know he was quickly losing control.

“God baby,” he breathed keeping a close eye on your mouth.

You slowly bobbed on him bringing your mouth all the way down so your top lip brushed against the spray of dark neatly trimmed hair there then up just until his swollen tip slipped out of your mouth. When it did, he grunted and thrusted upward showing his eagerness to be back inside your mouth.

“Shit Y/N,” he muttered through trembling lips.

That wasn’t the only thing that was trembling. From the way his body shook, you could tell he was quickly getting to the point where his muscles would give way. Increasing the power of your suck, you clamped onto his need and moaned. Suddenly Pablo jerked up sending his arousal down your throat tempting your gag. Suppressing it, you pulled back lifting your mouth off of him leaving a trail of thick saliva.

“For fuck’s sake,” Pablo rasped before he yanked you to him. Your body crashed to his and it was at the last moment that you worried the wheel underneath him would break that Pablo smoothly held you to him, rolled to the right while cocooning you so you didn’t feel the impact of the wooden floors.

“I’ve missed you so much, dollface.”

You smiled and smoothed the back of your hand against his bristled cheek.

“I missed you too. I’m sorry about--.”

That was all you got out before Pablo’s lips pressed to yours for your first kiss in months. You both moaned against each other as your lips sweetly danced together reacquainting themselves with the feel of the other. When you felt Pablo readjust himself so he was perfectly nestled between your legs, you moaned at the heaviness of his length pressed against your core. His lips sped and the kiss turned desperate, urgent, and so much more sinful. He kissed you like a hungry man. A man who’d had to go months without sustenance and couldn’t get enough now with his first taste.

Soon you both were wildly making out on the floor pawing at each other wherever you could. The t-shirt that you’d found yourself in when you awoke was now pushed to your hips exposing your lower half where you only wore one of Pablo’s boxers. His large hand snaked underneath the shirt to cup your bare breast. You arched thrusting it further out to him like a sacrificial offering. Pablo groaned then buried his head into your neck where he nipped, licked and sucked your skin.

“Oh Pablo.”

His roughened thumb swiped across your nipple once, then twice before he flicked the now hardened peak.

“Yes,” you breathed.

As one hand cupped your breast, the other dipped inside those boxers and found where you wanted him the most. A high-pitched gasp left your lips when Pablo’s fingers dipped between your folds.

“Mmmmm,” Pablo rumbled finding you already wet for him.

Pablo then pressed his forehead to yours as his fingers explored the slickness between your thighs.

“Fuck dollface, you’re already wet for me?”

You nodded unable to find your voice. He scissored your clit between his fingers and slid them up and down sending such powerful sparks of pleasure through you, you nearly came right then.

“Aaah!”

Pablo must have sensed it because his body stiffened, then he slid one finger home into your core. You both groaned in unison. It wasn’t nearly enough but it was still so fucking good and so much more than you’d had all these months. When you opened your eyes, you found Pablo’s hazel ones locked on you. His mouth was slightly ajar as he continued dipping into your cavernous heat one centimeter at a time. When he’d finally sent that one digit as far as it could go, he curled it up making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“You’re so tight. It’s like I’ve never claimed this sweet little pussy as mine.”

You whimpered when he hooked his finger deeper.

“Fuck, I’m going to have to teach her again how to take me, huh?”

You nodded.

“I can’t hear you dollface.”

Pablo added another finger rotating his wrist, so his fingers spiraled inside of you.

“Ye—ye—yes, yes, yes!”

As if on their own, his fingers pulled out of you only to slam back in again and again before Pablo pulled them out completely. You watched as he licked them clean like a man with his favorite flavored cone.

“You taste as good as I remember. I want more.”

Before you knew it, Pablo had flipped you so you were straddling him with his thick, hard cock pressing against your sex. The feel of him nestled between your legs but not inside of you was so tempting that you couldn’t resist ricking against him using your slickness to ease your glide.

“Aah,” Pablo growled gripping your hips but not stopping you.

You began slow but that didn’t last. After the second or third rock you were quickly rubbing yourself against his need half using him for your own pleasure and half teasing him. The only sounds in the living room were your combined panting and moaning. Pablo’s grip on your hips tightened and soon he was pulling you toward his face.

When his mouth latched onto your clit you instinctively bucked against him swiping your pussy across his mouth and nose. Pablo moaned then locked his arms around your waist holding you right where he wanted. His tongue set the pace telling you that he planned on devouring you until you were breathless and trying to run away and even then, he wouldn’t let you.

Before even three minutes had passed you were so close, and he knew it from the way your moans turned to mewls and mewls turned to pants then finally whines.

“Ah, ah, ah, Pa—oh my god!”

You tried to pull away, but his arms held you tighter and deciding to just lose yourself to the pleasure you rocked on him, riding his face. Your wail of pleasure echoed throughout the house as your orgasm crept up on you taking you by surprise. Pablo moaned as he lapped at your flesh taking every drop you gave him. Even then he didn’t releasee you, he kept on coaxing another.

Trying to pry yourself from him was futile so you gave yourself to the wild, consuming feeling bubbling within you. A feeling that threatened complete destruction and rebirth, a feeling that wanted as much as it would give, a feeling that was almost terrifying in the way that it made you feel so utterly out of control, but you didn’t run from it. You found Pablo’s eyes on you, and you lost your shit. You came so hard you nearly fell back on him. If it weren’t for his strong arms holding you, you were sure you would have.

The next thing you knew you were cocooned in Pablo’s arms with your head resting in the crook of his beauty mark speckled neck while straddling him. Your eyes met and your hearth thundered even more.

“Hi,” Pablo whispered before kissing the tip of your nose.

“Hi.”

“I’m sorry, I took too much too soon,” Pablo said.

Your brow crinkled. “Too much?”

“After flying, now with jet lag, I should have--.”

You cut him off with a kiss. When you felt his hardness lurch underneath you, you realized then you’d blacked out and he hadn’t come yet. This man was too good to you. Kissing him with renewed need, you shifted just a little so his cock was between your bodies throbbing against your belly. Then you shifted onto your knees and hovered just above his length. Every time your wet entrance grazed the tip of his need he flinched and stiffened. He was barely hanging on.

“You haven’t taken enough.”

You then slid down taking him inside of you inch by slow inch. Pablo threw his head back and clenched his jaw. His Adam’s apple bobbed uncontrollably tempting you to nip him which you did. Biting down on his skin you marked him not caring who saw it. Pablo groaned, wrapped his arms around you and pulled you down onto him filling and stretching you to capacity.

“Fuck!”

Pablo shook as he held you still. Every muscle in his back and chest jerked, then clenched and unclenched. He was right, he would have to teach you how to take him again. You were so impossibly full of him you were tethering on that fine line of pleasure and pain, and it drove you mad.

“So tight, so fucking tight,” Pablo muttered allowing his vulnerability to shine through his voice.

You slowly raised off of him allowing a few inches to slip from you before lowering yourself again. When you did, Pablo whimpered. Doing it again and again his reaction to you only intensified. By the time you’d picked up your speed both of your pleasure had synced. It felt as if you could feel his pleasure and he could feel yours. You were on the same seesaw ebbing back and forth, up and down on the way to the most powerful shared orgasm.

“You’re so beautiful,” Pablo whispered into your ear before he bit your lobe.

“Mmm. You feel incredible baby,” you countered.

“Did you miss my cock dollface?”

You nodded before you bit onto his bottom lip then sucked it into your mouth. Pablo squeezed your hips then began moving you on him. First, he rocked you back and forth then lifted you up and down slamming you down every time. By the time you were seeing stars behind your eyes, you pushed him back, so he laid down onto the floor, then lifted his t-shirt off of your body. Pablo’s eyes immediately dropped to your breasts and seconds later his hands cupped them.

Using him as an anchor you planted your hands on this ripped torso then bounced on him. With every crash down onto him the goosebumps on your flesh beaded tighter and tighter, your telltale sign you were close.

“I’m so close baby.”

“Come for me dollface. Come all over this cock.”

The man was an expert dirty talker. You didn’t stand a chance. As if on command, you did just that. As the sensation wrapped you up and took over you sat on top of him allowing yourself to fully let go after so many months apart. Pablo gripped your hips then jackhammered up into you inching your closer and closer to another release.

“Ah, ah aahhaa, Pablo!”

he grunted once, twice then you felt him filling you like a twinkie.

“Ah, uh, uh, ah, uuuugh!”

He held you so tightly against him ensuring that not even a drop escaped you and with every spurt he released inside of you, your body trembled. After several long moments, you both were a panting mess as you clung to one another.

“Mmm, I love you, Y/N.”

Your eyes met. “Yeah?”

He looked so open, so vulnerable, so free for the taking.

“I do. I love you so fucking much. Shit after today you just may be stuck with me for the rest of your life.”

He kissed your collar then brought sloppy open-mouthed kisses to your breasts before wrapping his mouth around your nipple.

“Mmm. What’s that supposed to mean?”

He took his time licking and sucking your nipple reawakening that hungry, desperate need within you. Pulling his mouth from your flesh, he bit his bottom lip then brought one hand to your stomach.

“I think I may have just planted Pablo Jr and Pabuela right here.”

Your eyes bugged as you took in his words. Both of you snorted then laughed heartily.

“Pablo!”

You playfully slapped his chest.

“Is that what your goal was? Let’s trap her so she’ll stay?”

You playfully pinched and poked him until he rolled onto you pinning your arms above your head.

“Trap? That’s such an ugly word. I prefer locked down, wifed up.”

Both of you stopped moving as your eyes lingered. This was not the first time ether of you had heard the W word in reference to your relationship. It was however the first time Pablo had used the W word in reference to your relationship. This was also the first time he’d joked about having kids with you. He hovered over you, searching your eyes. You didn’t know what to say so you remained silent as your heart raced uncontrollably.

“What do you think?”

“Pabuela is a hideous name. There is no way my—our daughter will be named that.”

You knew what you’d said, and you’d said it on purpose. His eyes remained on yours, but they sparked with intensity.

“But Pablo Jr?”

“PJ, sounds good,” you whispered.

It was as if you were having two conversations in one. This lighthearted hypothetical one with the real and much deeper one hidden between the words, a serious one, one that was heavy with promise and intent. Pablo bit his bottom lip as he readjusted himself between your legs.

“It does. Maybe Y/N Jr for—our daughter?”

Hearing how heartbreakingly soft his voice got when he said “our” made your heart skipped a beat. It was a horrible idea, no way would you want to make your daughter a Jr, but hearing those words from him took your breath away. Shit you were so gone--hook, line and sinker for this man.

You widened your legs then wrapped them around his waist. “There’s room for improvement but—I think we should be sure they are planted properly. Once may be all it takes but twice—seals the fate.”

Pablo slowly smiled until he was full on just teeth and gums. With one thrust of his hips, he connected you again, stealing your breath all over again. The whole time he thrust into you his eyes never left yours. You were having a full-on conversation with your eyes and the beating of your hearts. The intensity of the exchange made you overly sensitive. You could feel everything ten times more. Every rub of his skin against yours felt like sparks from fireworks landed on your flesh. Every collision of his hip bone into yours was the rake of nails along your skin. Every tap of his thighs against the backs of yours sent a frisson of fire through you. It all felt so incredible, so completely perfect.

When you felt his movements lag becoming even less controlled, you knew the intensity of the moment, of your lovemaking was also making him more sensitive as well. He was close and neither of you wanted to stop it or slow down. Pablo quickly thrusted into you racing for his release and you held on to him never taking your eyes off of his. Suddenly he stopped moving leaving your body in heightened suspension. Your first thought was he’d changed his mind and was pulling away from you both physically and emotionally. The thought made your heart clench and eyes prick with tears.

“I love you, Y/N. Forever and always.”

His brow crinkled and just like that he’d made the conscious decision and deliberate choice to seal your fate and lives together. A tear rolled out the corner of your eye as you joined him in the sweetest orgasm you’d ever had together. When you felt Pablo’s thick digit swipe at the tear you saw the question, worry and fear in his eyes. Smiling, you cupped his bearded jaw and erased any doubt in him with three words.

“Forever and always.”

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ingeniousmindoftune · 2 years

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I would like to request Yahya Abdul-Mateen II, Trevante Rhodes, or Pablo Schreiber. Any one of them please.

I have a Trevante Rhodes one already in the works along with Yahya. I’ll get around to either one of these soon and publish them for you. If you have a specific request, please kindly let me know with the plot 🤍 hoping to drop the Trevante one tomorrow some time

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ewritesthangs · 5 months

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Sugar Daddy! Pablo Scheiber x Reader

First installment of my Sugar daddy! Pablo Schreiber x Reader. I hope you enjoy, these things just come into my head and I want to share my creativity with readers all around.

WARNINGS: NSFW, SMUTT, MATURE THEMES, MATURE LANGUAGE.

You had met Pablo about three weeks prior to your date tonight with him. You were working as an on set medic for a new movie he was starring in. Pablo became infatuated with your beauty and you in general.

As night fell upon the patrons of Vancouver, you and your best friend, who live together, were conversing about your upcoming date tonight. He sent you flowers today, along with 2 boxes. One box had a red satin mini dress and the other had authentic Louis Vuitton heels. You, of course, wore the outfit, looking rather delicious in the dress and heels. "Damn, Y/N I'd even fuck you in that attire." Y/BFF/N said with a giant smirk plastered across her devilish face.

"Thank you, that is kinda the plan, Stan." You smirk, winking at her before gathering your stuff for the night.

"You got your implant, right?"

"Like a month ago, where the fuck you been?" You chuckle and grab your light jacket, black in color. "I'll see you hopefully later. Or tomorrow. Who knows. I hope he doesn't kill me and just fucks me into oblivion."

"Where did you come from?"

"New found confidence in this thing." You spin around. The drive over to his hotel room was uneventful, except the wonderful performance you had put on for your stuffed hamster on your dashboard.

You softly knock on the door. Was that too soft? You think to yourself before the door opens.

Pablo takes a deep breath and smiles. "Y/N, you look ravishing." He was dressed in a "fancy" shirt which looked silky and some gray dress pants.

"Well you don't look too bad yourself there, sweet cheeks." A nickname you have had for him since day one due to his charisma. You smirk and wink at him.

His deep chuckle brings an alarming amount of joy to your being. One you had never experienced before meeting the incredibly tall man.

"Please come in. Make yourself at home, dear." He steps aside to let you in. You saunter on in and he helps you take your jacket off and hangs it up.

"Why thank you. Oh wow, nice room." You look around in awe, never really seeing this much luxury up close and personal.

"Thank you. It's not too bad as a home away from home." You nod as you follow Pablo to his rather large kitchen compared to your small apartment kitchen. "Would you like some wine, my dear." He flashes you his beautiful smile.

"Yes please." You smile back and grab the wine glass from him. "Fancy."

"Only the best for you, lovely." This statement made you blush. You take a sip of wine to deter from the blush.

"I'm not that special." You say, causing Pablo to feign offense.

"Y/N, you are the most special woman I have ever met."

"We met like three weeks ago."

"Time doesn't matter."

"Philosophical. Impressive."

"I try." He chuckles again.

"So, Mister Schrieber, what is for dinner?"

"Homemade spaghetti and meatballs with a homemade bolognese."

"Wait, you can cook too? What can't you do?"

"Apparently 5th grade math." You both end up laughing at that comment.

"Ready for dinner? I have something I am dying to talk to you about after dinner."

"Oh? Yes I was ready when you said homemade." He serves you a hefty amount of food.

"Eat up. I do not want you to be hungry." He winks and sits across from you. You guys engage in casual conversation as you devour the delicious food he had prepared.

"Now, I am full. What is it that you would like to talk about?" You sip some wine.

"I'd like for us to have a relationship of sorts. Now I don't exactly do the whole dating thing. Since my failed marriage I have tried to focus on my health and wellbeing as well as work and my kids. But I would love to be your sugar daddy."

"Sugar daddy? Like you buy me things and I give you sex in return?"

"Yes. I am quite wealthy, I want to spoil you, and I am infatuated by you,"

"Sugar. Daddy. Are there rules?"

"I am the only one you are having sex with. I go by daddy."

"Not many people like me enough to want to have sex with me." You shrug.

"Well I do." He crosses his legs.

"Okay. Yes."

"Yes? Are you being serious?"

"A thousand percent." His excitement could not be contained at your confirmation. This was really what he wanted.

"Would you like to start tonight?" You choke on the wine you were sipping.

"Is that why you wanted me in this sexy dress?"

"Maybe." He smirks.

"Why not. I have been wanting to experience things with you. Why did I just say that out loud?" Maybe it was the wine getting to you. But you felt empowered with his words.

"Good. Now I am usually a dominant male. I can have a submissive side when wanted. But tonight I am in charge." His voice got slightly deeper. This made your nether regions grow a little wet. You had a thing for deep voices. "Come." Pablo stands up and holds his hand out. You happily oblige. He takes you to his bed, pulling you close to him. His right hand goes to the back of your head and pulls your head to look up at him. "I don't usually do kissing either but your lips look so kissable." He gently kisses you at first to test the waters. Then he kisses more needingly. His lips were intoxicating. He pulls back and unzips your dress. "I want you naked, on the edge of the bed. Now, princess." You nod and give him a little show. He watches, biting his bottom lip. "Good girl." You lay at the edge of the bed. Pablo walks over to you and gets down to his knees. "I have wanted to taste you all night." His hands rub your calves then thighs before separating them. Exposing your freshly waxed sex. "Mmmm, someone was hoping for something to happen tonight."

"A girl can dream. But seems like the feeling was mutual." He hums before ever so slowly getting closer to your sex. Tantalizingly slow, to your dismay. You squirm under his gaze.

"Patience, princess." He says softly before blowing some cool air onto your exposed clit. This made you shiver and moan. "You smell so sweet." He says before delving in. His tongue flicks your clit a few times before he sucks your clit into his mouth. Flicking his tongue as he suckles slightly. This makes you instantly arch your back and shut your eyes. The sweet sweet feeling of his amazing tongue on your swollen, neglected clit was all so much stimulation. A few breathy moans escape your lips and you rock your hips to his tongue wanting more friction. One of his hands rubs your thigh before he inserts two fingers into you. He pulls back to watch you. You look down to see his face glistening with your juices. In and out. In and out. Slow at first to you adjusted to his girthy fingers. He then picks up the pace. You bite your lip before throwing your head back. A soft little "Fuuuck." comes from your lips.

"That's it baby, feel my fingers." He curls his fingers up, hitting that sweet, sweet g-spot. Your breath hitches and you rock your hips once more.

"Ah yes." You moan out. He smirks, and halts his movements. Slowly withdrawing his fingers from you, causing you to whimper.

"I want to be inside you when you come for me for the first time, princess." He stands up and undresses himself. Exposing his lengthy, girthy cock ready for you. "See what you do to me already, princess?" You sit up and nod.

"Oh daddy, I need you right now. Please."

"Oh, begging already? Mmm such a sweet sweet sound." He licks his hand before pumping himself a few times. You lick your lips. He comes over to you. "Up on the bed more, princess." You scoot up onto the bed more, to which he follows. "You sure you're ready for all of this?" He smirks, you nod vigorously. "That's the spirit, princess." He dips his head down to kiss each tit before he slowly inserts himself. You gasp at his size but moan, it feeling good to have someone inside you after a few months of no action. He cradles your head with his arms as he starts his sweet, yet rough thrusts. You moan out loudly, louder than you ever have. But you didn't care, this man was making you feel good and people needed to know.

"Ah oh fuck, yes."

"That's it princess, feel me. Every little inch." He made sure you felt every inch of him. With every thrust. He knew how to take care of a woman. He rocks his hips into yours. "Say my name."

"Daddy." You whisper.

"Louder." His voice went dark almost. Very raspy.

"DADDY!" You moan out loudly.

"That's it princess." He quickens the pace up slightly, feeling you clench and squirm ever so slightly.

"I-i-i I'm close Daddy." You say, feeling the release rise up in your body, ready to release at any moment.

He licks his hand before putting it between you two. He spits into his hand and rubs your clit, causing a whole other sensation to happen within you. You arch your back and rock your hips. "Cum for me princess, let me feel you all around me." That sent you over the edge. You pulsate around him, the feeling of euphoria raining over you as you cum all around him. A long, strangled moan comes from you, almost a scream. You needed that incredible release. You pant as he keeps thrusting into you, getting himself to the edge. "Princess, play with your tits." You were still in that just fucked stage of the aftermath, an afterwave of pleasure coming upon you. You begin to play with your tits, flicking and squeezing the nipple. He grunts and stills, a hot juice shooting into you. You moan.

"That's it daddy."

"You are incredible." He kisses your forehead before slowly pulling out. You both lay there panting. You were still dazed.

"You weren't too bad, yourself." You manage to pant out. "Man I am out of shape." You say, once you have calmed down. Pablo just chuckles.

"No you're not." He stands up and walks to what you think is the bathroom. You sit up, seeing him emerge with a towel. "Let me clean you up." He kneels again and pulls you to the edge. This caused a small squeak to come from you. He wipes you up, clean as can be.

"Good thing I am on birth control." You smirk and giggle.

"I saw the implant."

"Well aren't you just observant." You caused him to chuckle again.

"Would you like to spend the night? You look very tired from that good fucking." He asks, concerned you wont make it to your apartment.

"I- yeah sure why not." You shrug, yawn and stretch. Pablo pulls the covers back for you to get in. You slowly crawl, tiredness having washed over you. He tucks you in, planting a soft, chaste kiss to your forehead.

"Thank you princess."

"For?"

"Saying yes. And listening to my silent plea for you not to drive in your state of exhaustion."

"Wine does tend to put me out after some activities." You yawn and snuggle into the man who now was laying next to you. He stiffened then relaxes, him finding an odd sense of comfort in your presence.

"Get some rest, princess." He shuts off the bedside lamp, bringing you into the state of slumber.

A/N:: Not my best work, things will hopefully get better. I hope y'all enjoy!

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80s4life · 2 years

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Mine!*

Word Count: 2,242

Status: Requested!

Ask: Pornstache smut with female inmate please?

@: a sexy anon!

Relationship: George “Pornstache” Mendez x Female!Inmate!Reader

Fandom: Orange Is The New Black Series 2013-2022

Summary: You never knew what his type was. Was it tall African Americans? Was it short ginger-haired girls? Blondes? Brunettes? It never seemed to matter to you; only the short glances and smiles. That was until he pursued someone. Someone who wasn’t you.

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, size kink, forbidden sex, against the law, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it pls), language, jealousy, homophobic name calling (only the use of “dike”)

Masterlist Orange Is The New Black Masterlist

Taglist: @snapessecretdiary @tangledcopperstrands

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“Who the fuck does he think he is?” you furiously exclaim, walking the yard with Polly and Sophia.

“Woah! Woah! Watch the hostility! You could be thrown in SHU for just looking at these bastards wrong,” Polly warns, scanning the perimeter of the yard for all the security lookouts. Which, quite frankly, were never filled properly anyway with only 2-3 guards actually “present.”

“I usually wouldn’t say this, but she is right Y/N/N. They’ve been on edge these past months with Caputo being Warden and shit,” Sophia adds calmly, her clear-mindedness calming your fueling rage.

They knew why you were so pissed; they were truly the only people that understood you if you were being honest.

“Those fucking Hispanics are always doing anything to get off the hook for cheap,” you mutter, not quite mad at them if you were being honest with yourself.

“Yeah, yeah, but they’re not all that bad,” Polly states. “Come on, let’s get lunch before they let you starve.”

Walking beside the women, you walk through the many bland and boring rows of doors and white walls until you reach the clearing of the cafeteria. Stepping in line with Piper and Vause, you grab what’s left of the edible slob the state offers you. Begrudgingly, you sit down and dig in with small bites, not bothering to eat the so-called vegetables that stink.

The women engage in conversation in which you nod or smile or frown at, not all too concerned with the normal complaints anyway. Rather, your attention was drawn to the tall, brunette guard stationed at the exit of the cafeteria a few tables ahead of you.

He looks at you discreetly, smiling that damn smile once he officially caught your gaze. You couldn’t help the smile that crept onto yours at his blatant disregard for who else was watching - that was until the familiar Spaniard walks by Mendez, stopping to whisper in his ear.

You groan, face falling and causing you to look away in disgust. In truth, you were jealous. Jealous at the attention that no longer lasted more than a few seconds. Jealous at the way Mendez’s smile seems to increase tenfold when Daya gave him attention. Jealous at the fact that he was fucking her instead of you.

You never quite figured out when, why, or even how their affair started, but all you knew was that it was almost a daily activity in one of the janitor closets you refuse to pass by now.

If it wasn’t for his ego, or even his good looks, you wouldn’t be so hung up over him. If it weren’t for your lack of enjoyment in oral activity that you would indulge in other women just fine like Boo, Stella, Poussey, Morello, and the various other women usually do to ease their feminine desperation. Hell, you would do another officer. But they weren’t Mendez.

“If you keep staring laser beams into their heads, you might actually fry their brains,” Big Boo giggles, throwing her arm around your shoulder.

“If they even have any,” Nichols adds with a sly yet understanding smirk.

“Shit, I really don’t know why you even like the guy, Kid,” Boo questions, pulling you into her to let your head rest on her shoulder.

“It’s love!” Morello adds, her eyes almost bugging out of her head and getting all googly-eyed.

“It’s not love,” you protest.

“Oh God, don’t say he’s something different, Y/N/N.”

“They’re dogs Y/N/N, all the same breed too,” Vause comments, sharing a glance with Piper. “Why don’t you think I switched to women so quickly?”

The group shares a laugh, Boo nudging you and then letting you go to finish what’s left of whatever you were able to eat.

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You made it your mental mission, over time, to act as if whatever was going on between Daya and Mendez didn’t faze you. You had a new idea in mind, actually. If Daya could take what she wanted, you were to do the same.

You were going to make him yours.

Walking down the corridor leading to the TV room, you could feel him before you even saw him. “To what do I owe the pleasure,” you state sarcastically.

“Just checking in, it’s been a while, Tiny.”

“Has it?”

Mendez stays quiet for a moment, falling into step with your much slower pace. “What’s up with you lately?”

“Not much, but it seems like you’ve been getting around. Isn’t that right Pornstache?” you side-eye him. He hates that nickname.

Your question seems to startle him, his body going rigid and pace faltering - but only for a second.

“No need hiding it, Bub, news spreads fast within this small prison. Besides, I guess we all have needs, even if you are a free citizen,” you smirk.

“That’s ironic,” he grunts, “Like you haven’t been getting action of your own?”

“What?” you stop in your tracks.

“Oh don’t give me that. I’ve seen you hanging with the dikes.”

You don’t need to look at him to hear the jealousy dripping from his voice, so you play coy. “I don’t kiss and tell.”

“Clearly,” he tsks again.

Giggling, you push him into the wall, careful as to not be in the line of visibility of both the cameras and the inmates. “If I say so myself,” you trace your index finger up his chest, “I would say you’re jealous they’re the ones keeping me company at night. You know, all you have to do is ask, Pornstache.”

He stifles a groan, the sensation coming out as a growl instead, rumbling in his chest. “I thought I told you not to call me that,” he stares down at you, trying to hide his growing lust.

He fails poorly, the indication of his attraction starting to harden beneath his tight trousers, forming a bulge.

Stepping between his legs, you prop your knee beneath him, leaning in to whisper in his ear. “What are you gonna do about it, Pornstache?”

Swiftly, Mendez snatches your bicep, yanking you down the hall briskly to meet the closet - their closet. Unlocking the door, he pries it open, throwing you in the moment he does.

Stumbling to find your footing, you grasp at the shelf before you, your back to the door. Taking the opportunity, Mendez closes the door and pins you down from behind. “I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do about it, Tiny.”

Spinning you around, he grabs your wrists with one of his hands, the other roughly grabbing at your hips. Lowering down to meet your height, his lips clasp yours in a heated make-out. Whimpering, you pull at his hands, begging to tangle yours in his short locks and deepen the kiss.

He doesn’t allow it, however, leaning in closer to you to make you feel his bulge on your thigh. “You see what you do to me?”

“You mean what all us women do to you.”

Smirking, Mendez pins one of his legs beneath you, his hand moving your hips to grind against him. “You’re cute when you’re jealous, ya know that?”

“I wouldn’t have to be if you weren’t so easily swayed.”

Groaning again, Mendez shuts you up with another kiss, releasing your hands to remove your shirt, delighted to find nothing but your bare breasts beneath. Biting his lip harshly, Mendez detaches himself from you, temporarily giving you the upper hand just enough to flip yourselves.

Now you stand before him, shoving him harshly into the shelves. Tugging at his belt, you unbuckle it with swift fingers, the tips almost feeling numb with desire.

Yanking down his trousers, you allow him to step out of them. Hand wrapping around his cock, the tip red and precum already oozing, you ask, “Tell me, Pornstache, does she suck you off? Does she let you have control? Does she let you cum?”

Inhaling sharply, his eyes close as his head rolls back. Grasping his jaw, you force his eyes to meet yours. “I asked you a question,” you order, thumb grazing everywhere around his sensitive slit.

“No.”

“No what, Mendez? I know you have the ability to speak; you’re rather loud when you want to be heard.”

“No, she doesn’t let me have my way.”

“Well, she just sounds boring, doesn’t she?”

“Mhmm.”

“What? I couldn’t hear you.”

“Yes!”

“Not so loud, we don’t want her hearing this,” you giggle.

Taking both hands, one massages its way on the tip, teasing and squeezing, while the other focuses on the base and fondling his balls. Within no time, you feel his body tensing and bucking up to meet your hands every so often. The veins poke and prod, his breath quickens, and when he’s just about to reach the brink, you let go of him.

“Ah. Ah. Ah.”

Whimpering, he looks down at you with blown pupils. Pushing him onto the small desk beside the shelves, you force him to sit on top of it. Following him, you remove his shirt as well as your pants and panties. Idly, you use his thighs for support, straddling his hips with your clit brushing the side of his cock.

“Tell me what you want, Big Boy. All you have to do is ask,” you smile mischievously.

“Please. Please fuck me.”

Slowly sliding your clit along his dick, you stare at him, “Nah, you’re gonna have to do better than that.”

“Please FUCK ME!” he almost yells.

In one swift movement, you raise your hips and surge downwards, taking his cock fully inside your wet pussy. Collectively, you both moan at the intensity, allowing yourself a moment to adjust.

Placing your hands on his shoulders, you allow him to place his hands on your hips and thighs for balance. Slowly, you start to bounce on his cock, careful as to not fall off of him.

He grows needy once again, the familiar sensation of bliss encouraging him to help grind your hips into him more harshly, taking the initiative to thrust into you from underneath. You start to feel the coil in your own core tighten as well, moaning into his neck, leaving bite marks and hickeys in your wake.

Once more, you both feel yourselves in need of release, but not yet. Stopping all movements, you slowly release yourself of his cock, a lewd pop making your cheeks burn.

Groaning in need, you see Mendez visibly grow tiresome of your games. Good, that’s what you wanted.

With frustration, Mendez gets back onto his feet, grabbing a fistful of your hair, tugging your head into his chest. You feel a delicious sting on your scalp, smiling with satisfaction. Roughly, Mendez bends you over the desk face down, plunging into your aching core once again.

He doesn’t bother to use the slow and torturous pace you’d done before, rather, pulling your hair back to arch your spine. The peculiar position targets your G-spot, making it hard for you to keep quiet.

With one hand latched onto your hair, the other squeezes at the back of your neck, Mendez’s hips thrusting at a dangerously fast and hard pace. The coil tightens once again, squeezing his cock as it endlessly pounds that special spot again and again and again.

Once more, you feel his dick harden in a painful solidity, veins rubbing your walls in just the right way. Breaths hard and fast, his thrusts get sloppy, signalling his upcoming release.

“Cum inside me, Mendez. Fill me to the brim.”

And that he does, letting go of your hair and neck to bruise your hips in a death-grip, thrusting one final time. Leaking his seed in sensational shots, your orgasm crashes into his own, milking his cock. He lets out a final moan like an animal, his cock softening as the last of his cum seeps into you.

Pulling out of you when you’re both satiated, he lets out a breath of relief. You stay leaning against the desk for a little while more, legs weak and wobbly. Mendez giggles at the sight, in which you finally get up and dressed with him.

“The answer is no by the way.”

“What was the question?”

“Nobody is as good as you are,” he smiles.

“Is that a compliment or are you just trying to make one-time-thing-conversation?”

“It’s a compliment. You’ve always been my favorite, Y/N.”

“Thanks?”

“I love you, Y/N. That’s what I’m trying to say.”

The room goes quiet, and you just blink at him. “Shit, Y/N, I-”

Your face breaks into a sly grin, pulling him into another kiss. “That’s all I needed to hear.”

Both of you laughing, you guys take your leave. Mendez leaves a few moments before you with a quick kiss and goodbye. Then, counting to 10, you walk out after him, his figure disappearing down the hall. Yet, as you turn to go the other way, you just barely catch sight of a shocked Daya propped against the wall.

Giddily, you give her a shit-eating grin. “Told you he was mine.”

#george mendez #george mendez imagine #george mendez x reader #pornstache #pornstache mendez #pornstache imagine #pornstache mendez imagine #pornstache x reader #pornstache mendez x reader #pablo schreiber #pablo schreiber x reader #pablo schreiber imagine #orange is the new black #orange is the new black imagine #orange is the new black x reader #oitnb #oitnb x reader #oitnb imagine #female reader insert

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po3ticb3auty · 2 years

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Wash Day with Papa Pablo Schreiber *fluff*

Wash Day with Pablo

A/N Okay this is my first time to go easy on me. I’m starting with a fluff because the smut I used to write would make Satan blush and due to a hiatus I want to start with fluff and slowly enter the dark side.

Pablo Schreiber X Black Reader

Word Count: 611 words

Warnings: None fluffy fluff ( maybe some innuendoes :) )

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There you were in all your glory spending another Sunday getting your hair in order for the rest of the week. Today was the only day when Pablo was out this week and you needed to do your entire routine without him interrupting. So you cut on your tunes and began finger detangling before your pre poo.

Like, clockwork Pablo enters your home and follows the sound of your off key singing. He stood in the doorway as he watched you belt the lyrics to (insert favorite song) while applying your deep conditioner. It wasn’t until you threw the brush that his laughter erupted and startled you from your trance.

“Hey sir….ummm how long were you there?” you asked as he now stood behind you admiring your product coated hair.

“Long enough to make the decision that I’m in charge of picking songs for karaoke.”

You playfully punch him and return to pouting in the mirror.

“What’s wrong?”

“My arms are like jelly,” you respond while wiggling your arms in his face and doing your best pout.

Pablo stares at the kinky curly hair on your head, half detangled and plaited the other half still sectioned and awaiting your attention.

“Hmm..” He begun, “Well, I could quite possible help if that’s okay with you?”

Never in a million years or as long as you’ve been dating has he ever participated in your hair routine, he normally just sat and watched you detangle and twist as you two watched One Piece. But today was different. Maybe he felt guilty for tiring you out last night with round after round of spine shattering love making. Which resulted in a misplaced bonnet and the tangling of your hair, thanks universe for making sure you had the satin pillow cases, cause only the gods know how much worse your hair would’ve been.

“So, what do you say?”

“I swear if you hurt my scalp it’s war sir!”

“Awe c’mon, I’ve watched you do your hair enough to know that you detangle at the roots first and work your way up,” he proudly stated while demonstrating in the air.

Holding back your laughter you walked him through the products to use and remind him to always shake up the spare bottle before wetting your hair so the mixture wouldn’t separate and would make the detangling easier.

Several hours and few brief moments of making out you were passed out with your head in his lap as he twisted the last plait coated with conditioner.

“Babe, babe..” He whispered not wanting to wake you from your slumber.

“Yes,” you answered still asleep but coherent.

“You’re good to go, I think I did a good job,” Pablo said beaming while looking at his work.

“Yay, thanks babe,” you responded before drifting back to sleep.

All he could do was scoop you up and carry you to your shared room making sure to put your scarf on your head instead of the bonnet.

“I love you babe,” you slurred as he climbed in behind you.

With a look of bewilderment upon his face, he smiled before kissing your neck. “I love you too, baby girl,” he replied before succumbing to the lovely scent of your hair products and falling asleep right along with you.

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#pablo schreiber x black reader #x black reader #natural hair reader #pablo schreiber #my first fanfic #ugh i just wanna climb him like the tree he is

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eyesonpablo · 3 years

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That smile, that damned smile. This Kris Tanto look is so fucking underrated! I mean WHY. LOOK AT HIM. I WANNA SMOOSHYFOOSHYDHJSJDFJDKD HIM.

#pabloschreiber #pablo schreiber #13 hours #secret soldier #kris tanto #john krasinski #madsweeney #american gods #orange is the new black #georgemendez #george mendez #den of thieves #ray merrimen #ray merrimen x reader #hotasfuck #omglookathim #his eyes

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littlemelaninfics · 1 year

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Pablo Schreiber Headcanons

pleasure daddy!dom

#pablo schreiber headcanon #pablo schreiber x black!reader

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berberriescorner · 2 years

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Listennn, I just saw that new pic Pablo Schreiber posted. Looking too damn fine in that suit. That’s is one tall ass, FINE ass man. I was just sitting here looking, sipping my wine, and having…thots🤤🥵. Then I suddenly remembered I had two Pablo fics that are damn near complete. Wine and writing…we’ll see how this goes😜😆.

#berberriescorner #berberries random thots #pablo schreiber #he so damn fine #pablo schreiber x black!reader #pablo schreiber x reader #pablo schreiber fanfic

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komotionlessqueenmm · 3 years

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Imagine # 710

Gif NOT mine.

If this gif is yours please let me know, so I can give you credit.

Gif credit goes to - @clair-lesbioteca

Year posted - 2020

Warnings - I'm pretty sure George Mendez is a warning in itself...

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"Hey (Y/l/n) look at what I found." George grinned at the smaller woman as he approached her. "Mendez I gotta get to work, couldn't it wait?" (Y/n) sighed heavily, no particularly in the mood to deal with George right now. "Nah you're gonna love this." George grinned mischievously at her, showing her his phone when he reached her. "What am I looking-" (Y/n) sighed before cutting herself off as she realized what she was looking at. (Y/n) gasped wide eyed looking up at George, who chuckled darkly at her. "I must say I was pleasantly surprised to find this over the weekend." His smile widened as he looked to the picture on his phone. "I was happy to subscribe of course, but I must say. I'm a little disappointed you're content is so... Innocent." George licked his lips, casually scrolling through her pictures. "How did-" (Y/n) began, only to get cut off my George. "I know it was you?" He finished her question. "Well firstly that wonderful body of yours is quite recognizable, and I seen that cute little sparrow tattoo behind your ear in your latest picture set." George pointed to the tattoo, pleased with the look on (Y/n)'s face. "George you can't-" (Y/n) tried, only to get cut off again. "I can't what?" George loomed over her smaller form. "You can't tell anyone about this." (Y/n) breathed out nervously, silently scolding herself for the dampness building in her panties. "Please." She pleaded with him, shuttering when George pinned her against the wall with his body. "What'll I get in return?" He asked with a smile. "Are you seriously blackmailing me!?" (Y/n) hissed, trying to hide the face that she liked where this was going. "Oh please... I can see it in your eyes Princess, you like that I found your dirty little secret." He chuckled. "Well... What do you want?" (Y/n) licked her lips, glancing from his eyes to his lips. "I want exclusive content." George winked down at her. "Exclusive content?" (Y/n) repeated his request. "I want more than just pictures of you in lingerie, and those beautiful tits of yours, I wanna see what you got hiding behind those panties of yours. I wanna watch you play with yourself, I wanna hear you moaning and panting. I wanna see your pretty face as you cum, whimpering my name." George licked his lips, picturing it in his mind. "And I wanna be the only one gettin 'em." He leaned down so their faces were merely inches apart. "Yeah?" (Y/n) whispered softly, her body tingling with want. "Yeah." George's smile widened. "Alright... It's a deal." (Y/n) grinned as wide as George, grasping onto George's biceps. "But if you ever want a live show, just let me know." (Y/n) winked at him, before slipping out of his grasp. "Christ (Y/l/n) you'll be the death of me." George murmured to himself as she sauntered off down the hall.

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royallyprincesslilly · 2 years

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Title: HALO: A MasterChief Collection: Unto Dawn {7}***

Master Chief Pablo x Sergeant Reader

Warning: Plot, NSFW, 18 + Content, SMUT, Small Bit of Angst

Words: 5.8k

Summary: You are part of the mighty SPARTANS as sergeant and a pretty badass addition to the team at that. With the first truth already revealed, more are revealed and when dawn comes everything will be different.

Note: Guess who needs more fics? Master Chief!!! I’ve decided to make a Master Chief collection of standalone one-shots. They all can be read separately to understand but can also be read in sequence. I will put a number on them so anyone who is interested in reading in sequence can, but again not necessary. This might be an acquired taste, but it’s Pablo as Master Chief forever and always around these parts. Thank you for reading! Enjoy!

Note II: Halo OGs will get the title reference. Hehehe!

If you enjoyed this please LIKE, COMMENT, REBLOG!!!

***NOT Edited/Proofread***

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-Y/N-

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.

That was the sound of your booted foot rapidly bouncing up and down on the floor of your domicile as you sat on the couch with your eyes glued to your door. Everything was silent, albeit that sound—that repetitive sound.

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.

The loudness of your foot bouncing against the floor should have made it impossible to hear any possible sound anywhere else—let’s say the hall leading to your door but it didn’t. The silence out there was deafening. The absolute silence and absence of his footsteps was deafening. You knew he wasn’t a stupid man. His intelligence was high as was his ability to perceive what someone meant next. It was a talent when it came to interrogations. A learned skill and enhanced ability. You knew he’d understood what you meant by “the rendezvous point had been compromised”. You knew he’d understood the dangers you’d both recklessly had put yourselves in. You also knew that he would have understood what your walking away meant. This was the only logical location.

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.

Your foot sped up and with it so did your thoughts. You went over what he’d said. He’d taken out his pellet. This is what Miranda meant. She’d told him about your pellet. Now you wanted to know which action came first. Did he learn about your pellet being removed and then decided to take his out too or the other way around? You didn’t know which possibility you wanted to be true. Did it matter? The facts were what were important. John had removed his pellet. He was pellet-free. Everything you’d experienced within the first few hours he was now experiencing.

The first seventy-two hours were the worst for you. While it was a wonderous time where everything felt new and unique, you also went through sensory overload with everything. Every scent was too strong, the sun’s glare too fierce, the breeze, or rain or even snow too harsh, and every new emotion that wasn’t all that new felt nauseating. You remembered being so anxious and jumpy but also so distracted and hyper focused on the slightest thing. It made missions a nightmare. Was he going through the same?

You stood then released a harsh puff of air, venting some of your frustration. Why wasn’t he here yet, you wondered? Where did he go? Was he going to come? Did you really want him to come? With that question you dropped back onto the couch. A realization hit you, he didn’t have anything in him suppressing his emotions or urges.

The sensation of attraction hit you hard the first time. Thinking back, you remembered just how it was for you and your belly fluttered. You hadn’t known what was going on or why the smell of John’s sweat made your heart quicken, or why the sight of John showering made your mouth water and hands shake. You’d seen him shower hundreds of times, seen the soapy-water mixture cascade down his body so many times it had become normal. You remembered how the sight of what was between his legs made something in you tingle and moisten. You didn’t understand it then, but now—months later you were wiser—slightly. What if him coming here makes that happen to him?

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.

Your foot banged louder, and your thoughts spiraled, and you recalled your one and only night together. You’d wracked your brain trying to come up with an explanation as to how it happened. Your attraction had gotten to a boiling point but what of him? Was he lying and had the pellet out then? Or had Halsey’s failproof tech done just that and failed? You wanted to track Miranda down and get some answers right now. Bolting up once again, you prepared to leave then the door tone rang out making you stop in your tracks. After several moments, you practically tiptoed to the door and turned on the surveillance screen beside it. There he stood all near seven feet of him.

After taking a few deep breathes, you pressed the button and watched the door slide open. As he looked up, you noted how clear the hazel in his eyes had become. He looked like he really was seeing differently. His eyes also asked the question his lips did not. You stepped to the side and allowed him access. As he walked inside you watched him closely as if he were this unpredictable force that could and would go berserk at any moment. However, he did not go berserk, or do anything out of the ordinary.

You rolled your eyes because none of this was ordinary. This was probably the second time in forever that he’d been inside your domicile. This was the definition of abnormal but somehow it felt as if he should be here. He should be in your domicile, should be sitting across the table from you at mealtime, or sitting on your couch tinkering with a gun or plasma grenade, or in your bed. By the time your eyes came into focus you’d realized you’d dazed off and he was now standing next to that table looking at you with such an innocent and vulnerable look on his face that you couldn’t help but take a step to him.

It was a step you retracted almost immediately.

“Why here?”

“Miranda and I have fortified it. When I realized I could trust and confide in her when I took out my—pellet She helped me find Halsey’s eyes and ears, get rid of them and fortify so no others could be planted. It’s safe here.”

It was he who took the next steps to you, but he didn’t approach too closely. He stopped several feet from you, but it was still too close. You side stepped and walked over to your couch and sat down.

“How did you—why did you--.”

His starts and stops were adorable. He didn’t know where to begin. You understood, this was a lot to take in and adjust to.

“Sit,” you urged.

The look of caution John gave you almost made you snort. He was acting like you were the threat. Slowly you watched his bow-legged walk to the minimalistic chair that was adjacent to the couch you were sitting on. When he sat, there was no ease or comfort to it. His back was straight, legs spread widely apart, hands resting atop his thigh and eyes on you—waiting. On the surface, he looked calm, cool and collected but you knew better. You knew underneath that icy and stoic exterior he was losing his mind with the urge to rapid fire every question that came to mind. You could tell he was seconds from bouncing off the walls.

“How did you take it out?”

“Dug it out.”

“How did you know it was there?”

You took a deep breath, “Remember the mission to Aleria?”

“The dust planet.”

You nodded.

“You fell off the cliff,” he added.

“I did and landed in the pit of those sharp rocks.”

“You said you were fine.”

“I was or thought I was. It wasn’t until I got back to base and was cleaning up did I notice the massive bruise on my back. Usually bruises fade within a day or two but it was almost a week and it didn’t look to be getting any better. In those days I noticed small changes. Things seemed a little different but I didn’t know how or why. When I looked at the area I felt it and it felt like there was something lodged there. I ended up taking a knife to it and the pellet came out.”

He looked to be taking that piece of the puzzle well. There were no outward signs of a mental breakdown.

“Is that when you went to Miranda?”

“No that was about a month after. I just tried to keep everything normal. I had to. After it was out, I started to feel things, emotions like anger, rage, happiness, I laughed, things were funny. Colors were brighter, smells better, the armor felt different, it was a lot to take in. There were so many days I couldn’t handle it. So many missions I nearly spazzed out on because the training was not enough to keep the self-doubt, the thoughts, and the urge to rebel against an order wondering if it was the right thing. My objectivity was gone.”

“I thought you were different. I noticed but then you’d go back to normal when I watched. I thought it was nothing.”

“It was control. It was me working doubly hard to appear normal.” You sighed remembering those weeks and months. “It was so much work—so hard especially with Halsey’s eyes and checks and exams. There must have been tens of times I thought she’d discovered me but every time she let me go, I knew I was safe, but I could never relax from fear of it being a tactic of hers to catch me.”

It was then his shoulders began to slouch.

“You should have come to me.”

“And say what? Halsey has a pellet in your back that makes you numb? Would you have believed me?”

He studied you for a few moments before he looked away. You knew that he knew he wouldn’t have believed you.

“I believe you now.”

Hearing the words, you felt some strange relief. You weren’t alone with this anymore. Yeah, you had Miranda, but she didn’t know what this felt like. She’d gone her entire life with emotions and feelings. Things that were second nature and a duh for her were not for you. It took practice, note taking--meticulousness. Now you had someone going through the same exact thing as you. You sighed.

“So it was out when we sparred in the ring and the mission where you disobeyed me and took initiative. And that night.”

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.

Your foot picked up right where it had left off before he’d arrived. Fighting the urge to bolt up and pace the room, you dug your nails into your outer thigh and gritted with the subtle pain. You didn’t know if he sensed your agitation, but he unexpectedly changed the direction of the conversation.

“Miranda says the artifact must have damaged mine when it sent out an electromagnetic pulse. It was malfunctioned when she took it out.

“Ho—how do you feel?”

He tilted his head to the side a little bit then straightened it and did the same on the left side. It was like a robot doing a systems check.

“I feel.”

His eyes met yours. “Have you always looked this way?”

“What way?”

Again, he took a beat then replied. “Pleasing to the eye.”

Your jaw dropped. Master chief Petty Officer John-117 just called you attractive. You could have passed out. Never did you think you’d see this day. Did he even know what attractive was?

“My looks have always been the same.”

In such swift movements, John stood closed the space between you and sat on the table before you that you had a few books scattered on. “Your eyes this color?”

His face peered closer into your orbs. You nodded.

“Your skin—this--.” He cupped your jaw sliding his thumb across your cheekbone then to your jaw. “This—soft.”

Your vocal cords wouldn’t work, you knew that already, so you didn’t bother answering. You nodded again. John’s thumb fell to your lips where he traced them taking in every detail with the thick pad of his digit like his skin held memories and your lips was what he wanted to remember the most.

“Your lips—so---.”

His eyes were glued to your mouth and the intensity in them made the hand you were currently using to dig your nails into your thigh tremble. He didn’t continue though, instead, he clenched his jaw and gulped. His Adams Apple bobbed making his heart quicken. This was nothing like using your heightened senses in combat or on a mission. This was different.

You naturally picked up all these little details but now they meant entirely different things. Before increased heartrate could mean someone was lying or trying to hide something. Now, it could mean the man across from you was struggling with adjusting or feeling arousal. Then, the twitch of a jaw could mean anger, now it could mean a struggle with control—a fight to hold on to it and not act impulsively—recklessly—rakishly. A slight dilation in the eye used to mean he’d picked up a detail or movement, now it could mean he saw something appealing, something he liked—wanted.

His voice brought you out of your chaotic thoughts; “Your mouth--,” he began as he pushed the tip of his thumb into your mouth. It wasn’t a difficult task for him. Your lips parted with ease and welcomed him.

“Fuck!” It was a guttural, and harshly whispered word that sent a shiver through you.

“So—hot—smooth--.”

His face came closer and everything in you wanted to feel his lips on yours, but the small voice in your head whispered of caution, of danger, of nearing doom. John’s left hand that was clasping the back of your head moved down to your neck then slowly trailed lower to your collarbone. As his thumb in your mouth explored the buds of your tongue and the variety of sharp and dull teeth, his other fingers swirled around your collar and décolletage, leaving a trail of icy fire. His touch burned—scorched even, but chilled and stunned all at the same time and you wanted more—needed more.

“Y/N,” John whispered his forehead now pressed against yours. He was sweltering.

The subtle mint and juniper berry scent caressed you, awakening something in you that wanted to know if his lips tasted like that mint and juniper. From memory, you knew they would. You knew he would taste sweet, and fresh and his kiss would leave trails of ice along your skin. That knowledge only made your insides burn more fervently. His scent would forever be engraved in you, forever be one you would crave.

Without thinking, you placed your hand on his bulky thigh and instantly gripped it when you registered the hefty muscles there. A small groan strangled in your throat, but you knew he still heard it. His eyes snapped open and peered into yours. You felt like the glare from them were as intense as the rays from the sun itself.

“You smell--,” he inhaled deeply then moaned. “Sweet like fruit, earthy like water, fragrant like flowers. You smell—like need.”

Master Chief was a sweet talker without even trying to be. You knew this was all innocent on his part. He was just working through his newfound world and what it meant to him and his senses. There was nothing sensual within his words, no yearning, or desire. That was all coming from you, and you had to get a grip. Steeling your nerves, the best you could, you swallowed—albeit a little too loudly, then spoke.

“D—do—do you have—question—s?”

Looking in his eyes, you saw innocence but there was something else. The moment you smelled him, you almost ripped his clothes off. You smelled desire. Was it yours or his, though?

“Do I smell the same as you do—to you?”

You shook your head.

“What do I smell like?”

“Mint, juniper berries, gun metal, citrus pods--,” you paused and inhaled. There was always something else that you couldn’t ever decipher. In the last few weeks, you’d come up with something but none of it was plausible. It sounded stupid. “And the stars and the night air after a cool breeze rips through leaving nothing but silence--stillness.”

Chancing it, you opened your eyes and found his on yours. In seconds, John’s lips crashed to yours and took control of a searing kiss. Weeks ago, his kiss was forceful, demanding and sloppy, tonight it was the same but oh so urgent and eager. When you looked back at that first night with him, you’d wondered how he kissed like that. Tonight, you understood. Instinct. You quickly got lost in his kiss, lost in his taste, lost in the way his hand felt at the tail of your back where the evidence of the missing device laid. The fragments of his words from the day you’d had your exams with Halsey echoed in your head.

“Anything else you are thinking, anything besides that, stop. None of it means anything, it never has.”

You quickly tore your lips from his, bolted upright to your feet ramming your nose into his in a jumbled move to scurry from him and across the room. John’s loud hiss filled the room. You kept your back to him and stared at the wall, trying to fight through the pain in your own nose and keep the seams of your control together. They were quickly fraying, threatening complete exposure.

“Y/N?”

The confusion in his voice stabbed at your chest. Did he even know what he was doing?

“You said—I don’t—this isn’t a good idea.”

“Why? We have done this before.”

“And you reprimanded me for it and ignored me for weeks after. You even went as far as to tell me that you are my superior and I am your subordinate,” you began.

“That I have your back in the field and you have mine. We get in and get the job done. Anything else you are thinking, anything besides that, stop. None of it means anything, it never has. None of it will ever happen again. Keep your head in the fight, there is a lot at stake,” John filled in with his perfect memory.

“Exactly,” you whispered ignoring how the words that were spoken with such conviction and certainty weeks ago were now said softly, with plenty of uncertainty and regret. Did he regret them?

“I didn’t know what to say, or how to reconcile things,” he attempted beginning to pace your floor. “I had the memories of that night, but I did not understand them, did not understand how or why. My head was not my own. Miranda thinks there were moments of clarity from the pellet and moments where it worked. I think—that night…with you was—clarity.”

You watched him pace. This was not the John you knew who was always in control. He was struggling. Could his words really have been because of the pellet and his actions that night real? He continued to pace but you remained where you were contemplating what you should do.

Was it a good idea to go to him? Was it a good idea to just let him deal with his first bout of regret? It wasn’t just regret though. He was confused and struggling to understand it all. Sighing, you walked to him and placed a gentle hand on his burly shoulder. Immediately, John stopped moving and turned to you with tortured eyes. This was hard enough, you thought. You didn’t want to make it harder or make him go through it alone like you had. A full minute passed before he was fully turned to you and stepping closer. When he didn’t stop, you backed away. He followed.

“Why—why did you—that night?”

His broken question was something you hadn’t expected. You knew what he was asking. Your back pressed against the wall—nowhere else to go. Resigning to your fate, you spoke.

“I—I wanted you. I desired you. I wanted to touch you, to—have you.”

John’s eyes sparked to life, and he closed the last remaining bit of space between you. You could feel his hardness pressing into your abdomen. He too wanted. John looked down between your bodies.

“This is the third time tonight this has happened to me. The first standing just outside your door as I heard you moaning my name over and over saying you want me inside of you.”

Your belly fell. He’d heard you.

“The second at the tower and right now. This has happened so many times since that night with you. As I tried to sleep, took a shower, saw you sparring with Kai or Riz, you in your skivs while changing, and almost every waking moment in between. It was torture—the heat, the ache, the erraticness. I didn’t understand why or what was happening, but I understand now.”

His face was so close, all you had to do was tip your tongue out and you would taste his lips. You didn’t, though. You wanted to hear his deduction. Everyone spoke highly of master chief’s tactical intelligence, raved about it really. Halsey even gloated about his overall intelligence claiming she’s made the perfect specimen both in physicality and mentality. You didn’t doubt his intelligence, not one bit. You knew John was smart and deserved the constant praise, however, you wondered how much of it was enhancements and pellet and how much was the man himself.

“What do you understand, John?”

When you said his name, another spark behind his irises caught your attention. His hips lunged into you sending his erection into your abdomen again. This time you couldn’t help but moan.

“You affect me. You always have, from the very beginning. You make me want.” His voice was raspy but certain.

“Want what?”

John’s eyes held you where you were.

“You. So much of you so much from you. I—Y/N—I--.”

Deciding to say fuck it all you crashed your lips to his and took control. Although you both had no experience you at least had an inkling more than him. His instant reaction to your lips on his was what made you wrap your arms around his neck. He kissed you back without hesitation and without any control. There was no sense in how his lips moved against yours, no organization, just plain need.

John’s hands that were plastered on the wall, caging you in, were now on your hips, squeezing you. it almost hurt—almost. Moaning on his mouth, you brought your hands to his head and held his head in place. Abandoning your hips, John lifted you with such ease your desire flooded your panties because of it. You wanted him badly and you doubted you cared if it were here against the wall or on the floor or the across the table. It didn’t matter.

As if hearing your thoughts, John pressed your back to the wall, grinding his hardness into you. Before you could pull from him, his mouth broke the kiss and exclaimed out in a mixture of bass and squeak. His eyes were on yours, studying you, looking for something.

“What John?”

“You want this?”

This could have meant his cock or this moment, whatever he meant you nodded—vigorously and felt no shame. His hips surged forward again and both of you exclaimed this time.

“Do you?”

John’s eyes dropped to your lips, and it was him who kissed you this time. It was soft, slow, searching and then he slipped his tongue into your mouth, and it was like he became an entirely different man than the one who was lost and innocent minutes ago. His groan echoed in your domicile, and it was more animal than man. He released you then spun you around pushing you into the wall as soon as your feet touched the floor. From there John kissed your neck, then brought his mouth to your ear where he licked the shell then nibbled on it. All the while he ground his hips sending his length on your ass.

“Uuugh, Y/N.”

You weren’t used to him sounding so vulnerable, so needy. Hearing him like this snapped something inside of you like a rubber band. You reached behind you and cupped his manhood. Again, John groaned. As you felt him through his pants it felt as if he hardened even more.

“Pl—pl--,” he stuttered.

You continued your ministrations adding a little more pressure. His one hand on the wall balled into a fist that pounded onto the wall creating a noticeable dent.

“Pl—please.”

A devilish smile teased your lips but when you felt his other hand squeeze your hip you knew the time for teasing or dominance games was gone. You quickly began undoing his pants, desperately needing to feel the heat from his skin. Within seconds, you’d managed to free him. The blazing rod that laid across the swell of your ass felt as if it were branding you, melting your skin, claiming you as his. You peeped back and found John’s eyes glued to where his appendage touched you.

“Beautiful.”

“I need—need--.”

You knew what he needed; it was the same as what you needed. With the same haste, you undid your leather like pants and urgently pushed them off your hips. The motion of you shimmying your hips from side to side while trying to get your pants low enough, bobbed his heavy cock on your ass and every move made him swear and squeeze your hip harder. Pressing your cheek to the wall, you moaned.

“Do you remember what to do?”

“I know what to do.”

You bent forward a little as he adjusted his stance behind you, lining himself up correctly. You waited and waited and though it felt like an eternity, it really was mere seconds before you felt master chief petty officer John 117 thrust into you with such force that sent your cheek pressing further into the wall while making your neck bend backward. Both of you shouted out in unison. He filled you so perfectly, so completely. Part of you hummed with a feeling of finally—complete resonance; while the other part said you couldn’t take anymore and raged. John must have sensed the need for balance and remained perfectly still though the hand on the wall said he wanted to do the opposite.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Slowly, your body adjusted to the size and feel of him, slowly it accepted him. It marveled you that your body hadn’t reacted this way to him before. Whenever you thought about that first night, your body was greedy. Tonight, it was cautious. What was different? You glanced the way his hand trembled and knew he what to do. Moving your ass in a small circle you sent his cock rotating inside of you and John’s fist flattening on the wall. You did it again and his other hand joined the wall, bracing it or himself.

Again, you looked to him, but his head was hanging backward, eyes pinched closed, neck tight and threaded with veins. He didn’t look like he was breathing. The more you circled on him the more he swelled within you, but your body didn’t scream in rejection, no your body aided his girth rewarding your efforts with wetness. A whine escaped your throat, and you knew it was a sound you’d made for the first time. John knew it too. His hands left the wall and gripped your hips and just like that whatever little control he was desperately gripping to vanished.

John slowly retreated from your body and your greedy core protested and tried to suck him back in but failed. Every suction made John grunt and groan.

“Fuck!”

He didn’t retreat fully before he slammed right back into you.

“Aah!”

This time he retreated halfway then repeated the action. It garnered the same reaction, a half shouting moan. With each slow and steady withdrawal came a bruising and forceful snap forward of his hips that sent the most delicious and complex feeling of pleasure and pain through you and sounds you’d never made before from your throat. Soon, John sped his thrusts, but they were no longer steady. You could feel his body shaking, feel the sporadic spasms of his muscles and his cock as it lodged deeper and deeper into your body.

He stuttered your name over and over then that stutter disappeared, turning into chaotic and gravely grunts of your name. Soon, he had your entire body pressed against the wall with you haphazardly on your tiptoes trying not to allow him to impale you and fuck you into oblivion no matter how much part of you wanted just that. The sounds in your domicile sounded animalistic, crass, and violent.

From your combined moans, grunts and shouts, to your hands hitting the wall each time his cock collided with some secret place inside of you that sent goosebumps across your skin and your flesh rubbing and slapping together. If anyone heard it they would probably think foul play, but you didn’t care. They could have barged inside and became your audience for all you cared. Right now all you wanted was to feel this large man inside of you, filling you to capacity and making you scream in ways you’d never screamed before.

John grunted loudly, punched the wall once, then twice, in sync with the thrust of his hips. On the third plunge, you saw stars and by the fourth, your knees gave out, toes numbed, and voice went soprano, but John was there holding you up with one strong arm to deliver one final thrust before you felt him spilling inside of you. His body convulsed against yours as he shuddered into your ear before hissing. Your panting turned to mewls and neither of you could move from where you were. John rested his chin on your shoulder and tried to catch his breath the same as you.

“Was—Was that fast?”

His question barely registered. This feeling was still something you hadn’t gotten used to and didn’t know how to process. It was different when you were alone and exploring your own body then with him. With him it was always close to—too much. You wondered if he felt that too.

“Fast?”

“The first time felt longer in my memory.”

You snorted because he was right. Now comparing the two this was quicker.

“It’s okay, John.”

“I—I—I’m—sorry.”

Those words made you angle your head back a little to see his face. His forehead glistened with sweat that now rolled down his temples and sides of his face. A chaotic look was in his eyes but you also so insecurity. Was he ashamed? Moving for the first time in long minutes your legs tingled when they touched the floor and you doubted they possesed the strength to be used but you fought through it. John allowed you to take more control of your body and rose to full height.

The new space allowed you to pull from him. With another hiss, John slipped from between your folds and the feel of the emptiness made you frown. Turning to him the glistening part of him that had just been inside of you caught your eye and mesmerized you. His seed dripped from the still swollen and now aggressively red tip onto the floor and the angry veins throbbing just below his flesh made your breath hitch. He was still hard. Shaking your head, you met his eyes.

“Wh—why are you sorry?”

His eyes dropped from yours, but you cupped his chin making him look at you again.

“At me John.”

“Something in me tells me it shouldn’t be fast.”

A small smile tickled your lips. He was adorable. You wrapped your arms around his neck pressing your body against his and his automatic response was to moan, sigh and wrap his arms around you right back. Your heart threatened to beat right out of your chest.

“It’s okay. This is new. You need practice.”

John’s eyes darkened and you knew he grasped your meaning.

“Practice.”

You nodded. A bead of sweat rolled down his neck and distracted you making you want to tip your tongue out to capture it. He smelled delicious and his lips tasted delicious. Why couldn’t that? It was an urge you couldn’t fight, so you didn’t. Leaning into him, you tipped your tongue out and licked up his neck to his earlobe, bit down then moaned. His cock immediately saluted you.

“You didn’t become the master chief you are today without a little bit--,” you whispered, pausing to tip your tongue into the shallow part of his ear. Again, his cock begged for your attention. “Or a lot of practice,” you finished pressing more firmly against him. “Right?”

Your eyes met and it was right this minute you saw the demon every foe did. Only the demon you saw was not evil or soulless. He was a daemon. He was just unbound, hungry and insatiable. Your belly did backflips thinking of the demon in battle joining you in your bed. You stepped back from him and walked around him with your pants still at your knees. John turned to watch you, his cock bobbing, begging, dripping. Tearing your eyes away from the captivating appendage, you bent and undid your boots before kicking them to opposite sides of the room. Next, you peeled your pants and underwear down the rest of the length of your legs and kicked those to the side too.

John looked from your toes up your legs, eyes resting right at the apex of your thighs, the place he had just been and from the looks of his cock desperately wanted to return to. You allowed him however long he needed to satiate his gaze. When his eyes met yours again, a new feeling of insecurity washed over you. Rolling your shoulders back you shook it off.

“What do you say master chief? Forward unto dawn?”

His nose flared, jaw clenched, and mouth quirked to the side in a lopsided smirk that made you quiver. In seconds, he’d crossed to you ignoring his own pants circling his ankles and hoisted you into the air and against him. You wrapped your legs around him and moaned at the feel of his thickness nudging against your sore but wanting core.

“Forward unto dawn,” he repeated just before his lips claimed yours.

John kissed you passionately and walked without eyes as if he’d walked these halls before, as if he belonged here. Your moans melded together and with each passing second your bodies communicated—begging the other for something neither of your mouths could voice from lack of knowledge. When you felt the softness of your bed under your back, you began to wonder how you’d gotten here, but when he kissed you again and you felt his cock spasm against your slit you moaned and wondered how it had taken you this long to get here.

“Y/N,” John moaned.

From now on you knew this was the only way you wanted him to ever say your name—upon a moan.

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ingeniousmindoftune · 2 years

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I would like to request Ray Merrimen from Den of Thieves. Thank you 🙂

I would have to watch that movie again because I don’t remember what exactly went down for a better plot, do you have a specific plot that you would like done for him? I’ll be working on it today. Just not sure when it will be published since I need to watch the movie again.

But gladly. 🥰

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plantvenuss · 3 years

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Dating Pablo Schreiber would include | x Black! reader

Him being soft and tender with you at the start of your relationship

Him being a tad insecure

After relaxing into the relationship, he becomes way more confident

Him kissing the back of your neck whenever he can

Him playing with your fingers

Him being extremely goofy

him always being the reason why you call in for work pretending to be sick

Him tugging at your braids when you get into it

Him admiring your melanin

Him challenging your cooking skills

“Shut up, I’m a better cook than you.”

Him making it up to you by over complimenting your food the next time you cook

Board games, ALL THE TIME

Him encouraging you to keep him company when he works out

You getting extremely out of breath in the first five minuets

“get up, lazy butt we got more running to do,”

“Yes, (Y/N), I’m serious, now get up.”

Him taking you to worlds you never imagined

and I mean never imagined

him being comfortable enough to introduce you to his kids

his heart warming when you and his kids get along very well

Him getting a little jealous when you tell him about your day with the boys

him picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder when you get defiant

“this is what happens, when you want to be a bad girl.”

Him being extremely protective when he introduces you to his brothers

him loving you for your goofiness

Going on random road trips

taking the best pictures ever

him being your subtle, but very effective hype man

you being his hype man

him winning and dinning you spontaneously

being scared to introduce him to more cultural foods, but him absolutely admiring them when he tries your dishes

“hey, can you make that one meal again?”

him lowkey being a slob

you secretly loving how comfortable he got in the relationship

you lowkey adopting his behaviour and becoming a slob too

having slightly different film and music tastes

him wanting to help you do wash day after you start to complain about how long it is

him being surprisingly good and tender at washing your hair

you falling asleep to his touch

Him opening up about his last marriage to you

you being understanding

surprising him with spontaneous picnic dates

him hating being away from you for so long when he shoots for a movie

the reunion being a hot and steamy one

and I mean HOT

Him rubbing your back softly with his hands afterwards

that causing you to inevitably doze off even when you reassured him that you wouldn’t

Him loving his boys and you more than anything else in the world.

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indefiniteimagines · 4 years

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Not Even For A Minute || Poussey Washington Imagine *Requested*

Summary: Poussey has a crush on the reader and thinks she doesn’t like her back, but she does.

Pairing: Poussey Washington x Reader

Warnings: Fem!reader, lewd language/comments, language, reader doesn’t have a preferred sexual orientation, use of R slur, angst, fluff

A/N: Holy shit! This is my first piece of writing in actually only a couple of months, but I’m claiming years because I am officially back like I was in high school. I’m so sorry if this is not my best, I am EXTREMELY rusty, so take it easy on me for now :)

It was dinner time at Lichfield and it was only my second meal in my new home. My new home filled with almost 200 other women. For the next 5 years, I will see the inside of this cafeteria 3 times a day, 21 times a week, 1,095 times a year and a whopping 5,473 times in total. You’re probably wondering why that matters, but it matters.

I take my tray and do a quick search for a place to sit. I find a spot at the very end of one of the middle tables. It was the only seat with no one in a two foot radius of me. I sit down and look at the food in front of me. My first dinner includes spaghetti, two mini oranges, a salad, and a brownie. It’s not horrible when you think about it. It’s a pretty standard meal. Well it would be without the questionable odor coming from the meatballs. I close my eyes and sigh.

“Maybe she’s deaf.”

“She ain’t deaf.”

“HELLO!”

“She can’t hear you if she’s deaf, dummy.”

“Fine, then you try, Angie.”

I was so deep in my own world that I almost didn’t notice the cherry tomato that hit me in my head.

“Hey, girl!”

I opened my eyes and looked to my left.

“Are you talking to me?” I asked with a hint of a nervous tone.

“Uh yeah, have been for the last 5 hours. You retarded or something?”

“5 hours ago? No that can’t be right. Remember, we was in the laundry room 5 hours ago, Tucky.”

“Jesus, Angie! I was being snide.”

“You mean sarcastic?”

“Snide means sarcastic.”

“Then why not just say sarcastic?”

I watched as “Tucky” closed her eyes and tilted her head in annoyance.

“I’m sorry, but did you guys need something?”

Tucky’s eyes snapped open, “Uh, yeah. Why’re you sitting here?” She took her bottom lip into her mouth as she waited for my response.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know anyone was sitting here.”

“She never said that,” Angie said while flashing her pearly browns.

“I’m confused.”

“Wow maybe she really is retarded,” Angie said.

“Tucky” nodded at Angie, “I think you’re right, Ang. Here, I’ll break it down real slow like for you: You don’t belong here.”

“Look, I don’t want any trouble. Just let me finish my dinner and I’ll never sit with you again.” I tried to reason with the little troll, but she just wasn’t having it.

She nodded her head while picking up her milk carton. She then poured it all over my food. “Seems to me like you’re done.”

All I could do was stare with my mouth open.

“Why did you do that?!”

“BECAUSE YOU DON’T BELONG HERE!” She screamed as she stood up and let one of her fist hit the metal table.

“Dogget! You’re done! Empty your tray.” A CO finally intervened from the next row over. Dogget and her Meth Mates got up from the table and walked out.

All I could do was sit there with my head hanging low as I let a few tears escape. I’m not usually this weepy, but in my defense, all I wanted was that little brownie...which was now swimming in a pool of used milk.

*A few tables over*

“Fuck was that about?” Poussey asked her family as she nodded her head over to the other table; finally arriving with her tray.

“Mmmm, Meth Mouth and her cult were fuckin’ with one of the newbies,” Janae replied in the middle of finishing her bite.

Poussey hovered over her chair to get a good look at the bothered inmate and sat back down while shaking her head.

After having a mini pity party for myself, I got up and dumped my spoiled tray before leaving the cafeteria. I go back to my temporary bunk and buried myself under my blanket.

“Cheer up, Kid. You’ll be out of here sooner than you know.”

I gave a pitiful grin to the nice older woman.

“I like your eyeshadow.”

“Duh,” she said as she threw me a wink.

I let out a sigh, got comfortable and laid in my bed until morning.

I finally fell asleep, but only for 2 hours. At the ass crack of dawn, I was woken up by the morning announcement, which had absolutely no enthusiasm. “Good morning, ladies. Try to seize the day. The world is your oyster.”

“You’d think she’d quit if she hates her job so much.” That was the first time I heard the redhead with the horrible bed head speak.

“Bell is about as enthusiastic as a wet bag of hair, but she’s one of the good ones.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she said groggily.

“You joining us for breakfast?”

I drifted back to sleep before I could hear her response. I woke up in what seemed like an hour, but was only 30 minutes. For the slightest second I forgot where I was. I opened my eyes and was met with DeMarco standing right in front of me.

“Well good morning sleepyhead! Nice of you to join the living.”

“What? What time is it?”

“You see a clock in here? What I do know is that you got 10 minutes left for breakfast. You better hurry.”

I hop down off my bunk and start to change.

“Thanks.”

“You don’t talk much, do you?”

I gave her a shrug as I zipped up my jacket and headed for breakfast. I arrived in the cafeteria and was able to get my food right away since there was no line. Some tables are still filled, but some are also empty. I scan the room and pick the table farthest away from Doggett and her followers. I was in the middle of eating my eggs when Angie walked by and sneezed on my tray.

“Oops, ‘scuse me,” she said with a shit eating grin.

“God damnit,” I whisper to myself while trying not to deck this bitch.

“You shouldn’t say the Lord’s name in vain like that.”

I look up at her through hooded eyes, “Walk the fuck away.” My voice was low and I kind of scared myself.

“Oooo, devil eyes. Hey! She’s got devil eyes,” she says louder than the first time, except now she’s giggling and pointing at me while backing away. Doggett sucks her bottom lip at me while flipping her hood and getting up to walk out. I can feel people starring so I do a very quick observation and then stand up to leave.

“Empty your tray,” the guard at the door told me. “Get some coffee while you’re at it. It’ll help you stay full until lunch.”

I look up at his name that’s stitched into his shirt. Ohhhh, so this is O’Neil. I heard some of the girls talking about his scandalous relationship with CO Bell. Good for them. I turned around and went to dump my tray before following the advice and going for the coffee.

“Yo, why they always fucking with her?” Poussey asked the table as she watched in disapproval as Y/N dumped her tray.

“Why do you care?” Taystee asked while rolling her eyes.

“For real? You ain’t notice that ever since China got out, Prince Charming over here been lookin’ for a new helpless, basket case? I mean, shit.”

“Aye don’t talk about Brook like that. Not cool, Cindy.”

“ “Cindy”? Bitch, fuck you think you is? My mama? Ugh, check ya tone.”

“Whatever man. I’m just tired of seeing Meth Madness fuck with people like they run the place.”

“Again, why do you care?”

“Shit just ain’t right, is all.”

“Mmmhmm,” Taystee replied as they got up from the table.

I turn around after filling my mug and notice that it’s just me, the inmates that clean up and the CO’s supervising them. I carry my warm mug through the halls and I notice there’s not as many people crowding them as there were last night.

“Inmate! Where you are supposed to be?”

“Uhm, I’m not really sure.”

“Wrong answer!”

“Wrong?”

“Don’t get smart with me. Jefferson! Tell inmate...Y/L/N where she’s supposed to be.”

“Well, since it’s after lunch, we’re supposed to be headed to our work detail. Not whatever you was doing, apparently.”

The tall guard with the creepy mustache looked down at me and raised his eyebrows.

“Thank you, Jefferson.”

“I don’t have a work detail yet.”

He closed his eyes and sighed. When he opens them he looked back at Jefferson, “you work in the library, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Take her with you.”

She sucked her teeth, “Man, what do I say when someone asks why she’s there? No offense, but I ain’t taking no shots just because she’s somewhere she’s not supposed to be.”

“What’s a shot?”

“Jesus fuck. Will you both get out of my goddamn sight?”

He snatched my mug; Jefferson and I gave each other a look and started towards the library. When we got there it was almost empty.

“You know, the labels are there to help the books be put back in their respectful place, not to look cute. I mean, damn.” I notice Jefferson chuckle at the girl we hear before seeing. She’s talking to a pair of inmates who are whispering to each other before tossing another book down and scurrying off.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” she calls after them, but to no avail. She sighs to herself before returning back to work.

“Hey, P! Whatchu up to?”

“Practically cleaning up behind bitches. I mean, why is it so hard to put a book back in its original spot? Jane Eyre belongs in literature, not SAT Prep,” she called back.

“Truly first world problems,” Jefferson said unamused.

“Yooo, you ever heard of “Oedipus”? It’s mad crazy. Like this one part where the main dude...” she kept talking as she rounded the corner to finally come face to face with us.

“...who’s this?”

“Our puppy dog for the day,” Jefferson said as she rolled her eyes.

“Oh alright then. Well I’m working over here in history. Y’all can start in fiction. It’s a fuckin mess over there.”

“Um, then why don’t we all work in fiction?”

“Did you not hear me say it’s a fuckin mess? Have fun.”

I walked away, smiling to myself. I didn’t think anyone here would care for books like I did.

After the work day was over, I separated from the two friends and went back to my temporary bunk until dinner. The next day I followed Jefferson back into the library.

“Oh, puppy dog is back.”

Jefferson turned her head to me, “Don’t you know when you gettin your work detail yet?“

“Sorry, still no.”

“As much as I’m sure you love the view you get, I’m gettin tired of you following me.”

“I can ask someone if I can work somewhere else.”

“T-ha! And make me look like a problem? I think not.”

“Nah, we could use the extra help in here since bitches can’t put shit back where it’s supposed to go. Hate to break it to y’all, but foreign language is even worse than fiction was.”

“My god. Can’t you help us over here instead of doing whatever it is the fuck you doin?”

“Uh no.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m President of the Library.”

“Says who!?”

“Suzanne,” she said as a matter of fact while leaning forward to show us her ID that read “President Washington: Library”.

“Aw damn. It’s official and everything. Man, that’s some bull shit,” Jefferson said as she walked away.

All I did was look at the Presidential badge and smile.

“Since you don’t complain like some people, just know you’re first in line for Vice President. Just don’t tell Taystee,” she told me on the sly.

“Taystee?”

“Jefferson.”

“Ohh, got it.”

“I’m Poussey, by the way,” she said extending her hand.

“Y/N. Nice to meet you.”

“Yeah you too.”

She has a beautiful smile.

Towards the end of the work day, I found myself near Poussey’s section. Since our work for the time being is pretty much done, I start to browse the shelves when I spot a book dear to my heart, “Alice in Wonderland”. I get a mini rush of serotonin and pop a squat up against one of the shelves. I lose track of time, until I realize I no longer see anyone. “Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality”. You are right about that, Mr. Carroll.

“Hello?” I’m immediately startled. I start to shuffle to my feet and by the time I stand, I’m met with someone else.

“Whoa, shit. My bad. I didn’t think anyone else was in here.” Shit, I must’ve I said that out loud.

“Sorry, I guess I lost track of time.”

“It’s cool. So you haven’t been assigned a work duty yet, huh?”

I shook my head.

“I, uh, I must admit that this is the best job. Call me bias, but it’s the truth.”

“Thanks,” I say with a slight smile.

“You’re the one Pennsatucky and her crew keep messing with.”

“Yeah, that’s me.”

“Y’all got beef on the outside or something?”

“No, but I found it’s better to not provoke a methed out mental case.”

“Not wrong there. Well, I’ll see you around. Oh and be careful with Alice, she’s my favorite.”

The next few days were the same. I would follow Taystee into the library and listen to her and Poussey be absolute clowns. Poussey and I got to be closer since we were usually the last two to leave. We talked about how much time we have, our family, and she even told me about the Vee drama. During my stint of unpaid work in the library, I was finally able to change out of the highlighter jumpsuit and into a khaki set.

After an hour or so into a shift, I found myself distracted with my favorite book, “In Five Years”.

“Oh uh, that goes on the second to last shelf right behind you.”

“Huh? Oh yeah. It was actually already in the right spot, but it’s one of my favorites,” I tell her as I put the book back.

“What’s it about?”

“This woman named Dannie-“

“Y/L/N!”

We both looked towards the door and saw and the same pasty CO that sent me here.

“With me.”

I gave Poussey a grin and walked towards the CO,

“Where are we going?”

He didn’t answer me and just kept walking. I followed him to a warehouse that smelled of Clorox and musty water.

“Janitorial. Your job assignment. Morello will fill you in on what to do.”

“Oh yeah I can do that. No problem.”

The first couple of hours involved cleaning the halls, but I moved on to the Spanish bathrooms. Poussey was right, the library was the best job to have.

*A few weeks later at dinner

“I don’t know why you’d let Edward Scissorhands cut your hair and not me.”

“Because Danita only charges me a bag of Doritos. Not two cokes. Plus, she don’t even ask for the Cool Ranch flavor!”

“Beggars can’t be choosers. I do two cokes worth of work, Child.”

I laughed at Taystee and Sophia having their little banter in the food line. I walked with them to the table and sat down.

“...but then the dragon realized the little ghost girl was friendly, even though she was cold as ice. Fire and ice, that would never work!”

“Why not? What happened to opposites attract?” I ask sort of challengingly.

“Mommy said ice is used to put out fires. Well, technically water is used to put out fires but ice is just water in solid form. So the fire would go out!”

“But do you know what happens when fire and ice mix?”

“The world goes dark?”

“No. They make steam,” I gave Poussey a “subtle” smirk.

“Mommy says steam is for showers, crab legs and “fun times”.

“I miss making steam with a fine gentleman with a curve on that dick.”

We all laughed along at what Cindy said and I agreed with her.

“There are just some things your fingers can’t accomplish,” I said jokingly while being serious. She pointed her fork at me, “I like her.”

Poussey was noticeably quiet throughout the rest of dinner. Only chiming in to seem interested. She didn’t even finish her tray before she was dipping out.

“Wait I’ll come with you.”

“Nah, stay and eat. I’ll catch you later.”

“Uh oh. Trouble is Lezzy Paradise?”

I almost didn’t hear Cindy as I kept watching Poussey leave the cafeteria.

“Stop it.”

Taystee rolled her eyes and shook her head.

For the next few days, it was hard to get ahold of Poussey. Since we knew each other’s schedules, it was easy for her to avoid me.

Meals were no better. She made sure to get there early so by the time I was sitting down, she was done.

“Aye, you need to fix that,” Janae told me with her eyebrow raised.

“I don’t know what the problem is.”

“I know you are not that dumb,” Boo said as she sat across from me.

“She’s kicking her own ass because she broke the #1 rule of being interested in pussy...” she continued.

I looked at her as I was waiting for her to continue.

“Never fall in love with a straight girl!”

“Love? What-When did I say I was straight-”

“The other night when that one was talkin bout curved dick and you chimed in basically foamin at the mouth at the thought,” Taystee said.

“Noooo, I was joking.”

“Yeah well, apparently she don’t know that.” I looked at Janae and sighed.

I had to wait until the weekend to see her. It was pouring rain and there was a leak in the library and the cleaning warehouse had a slight flood, so neither of us had work.

I snuck my way to her bunk only to discover her to not be there.

“There’s only one place she’d go...” Janae told me.

I made my way down and opened the door.

She was right.

“...there was another before you, but she got out. There’s a time machine in the laundry room. That was their place. That’s where she goes to think.”

“How’d you find me?”

“Your bunkie.”

“What do you want?”

“What’s going on? Why are you being so weird?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said standing up.

“Are we not friends anymore?”

“Friends,” she said with a sarcastic chuckle.

“Can we please sit?” I gestured to the inside of her hiding spot. She backed up slightly to let me further in to the time machine and we both sat down. Neither of us said anything for a while until I did,

“I’m not gay...”

She nodded her head with a sad smile on her face.

“...but I’m not straight either. I’m just me. I’ve dated guys, I’ve had experiences with girls-”

“Experiences? But you’ve never dated a girl?”

“No, but for the past few weeks, I’ve really wanted to,” I said with a slight smile.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because of this. I didn’t want to say something stupid and mess this up. And because I’ve never dated a girl before, but I have dated guys, I didn’t want you to think I was using you. I thought that because I don’t identify as anything, you wouldn’t like me back.”

“I thought you didn’t like me.”

“I didn’t want you to get hurt.”

“Look, I got my heart broken not too long ago by a girl that promised me forever. She didn’t identify as anything either and she ended up falling in love with a dude when she got out. We were both in a dark place when we met and getting to know each other and eventually falling in love helped. I could’ve given up on love and fate, but I haven’t yet. Look, maybe this-..this connection that we have, challenges what you thought you were. And maybe I'm gonna get my heart broken in a thousand different pieces again. But those are maybes. You can't live your life according to maybes.”

The next few months were bliss. Poussey and I have connected on a level I didn’t know was attainable.

Today is Valentine’s Day and right now we’re back in the time machine. We’re both laying down, holding each other and looking up at the ceiling.

“It’s about a woman named Dannie who’s this a high-powered corporate lawyer. She’s one of those types who has everything planned out. The story has a lot of twists and turns because her five year plan goes differently than she thought.”

“So why is it your favorite if it’s so inconsistent? For a woman who knows what she wants “Dannie” sure seems okay with settling.”

“It’s my favorite because it mirrors me. It mirrors us. In five years I saw myself at some job a teenager would have with my only responsibility being my phone bill.”

“What do you see now?”

“I see me with our dog, Keith, holding signs with your dad on your release day. Then I see us heading to our apartment where you can see it for the first time in person. Then we’ll go to our jobs, pay rent, and hound our parents for travel money.”

“I’m in your future?”

“You are my future.”

She gave me a kiss when there was a bang on the cardboard door, “Hey kids! They’re doing interviews in the bunks,” Boo informed us.

When we got to her dorm, there were a few guards asking ladies questions about love.

“Does anyone else want to be asked questions?”

“Yeah, I do,” Poussey said while raising her hand.

I feel Taystee put her elbow on my shoulder, “What the hell?” The rest of the family comes around.

“Okay Washington, what is love?”

“Love. It’s just chilling, you know? Kicking it with somebody, talking, making mad stupid jokes. And, like, not even wanting to go to sleep, ‘cause then you might be without ‘em for a minute,” she looked at me, “And you don’t want that.”

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