#please tell me it wasn't deleted or I imagined it

[c0eu4]

LN4 | Tits

Request: inspi ration (he said tits in the blurry part)

Summary: Lando meets Y/n at a club and she asks him to sign her tits. A few days later, Lando is looking for her and they become friends. So she surprises him by coming to see him in Las Vegas.

Warning: Lando signing tits? Lando jerking off himself, needy Lando but no smut

A/N: I'm so so so so so sorry but I accidentally published the story when it wasn't finished and I had to delete and redo everything and I don't have the request!!

part one - part two - part three

MASTERLIST requests are opens

His glass in his hand, he moves to the rhythm of the music. The lights of all colors blind him slightly and the music is so loud that he can't hear people talking around him. He takes the last sip of his drink, disappointed at having to move from the dancefloor to get a drink.

He warns Max (Fewtrell) and heads towards the bar in the center of the club. He doesn't take the time to sit down and walk next to a young woman, leaning against the counter.

He signals to the bartender and asks him for another drink. As he waited for his drink, the young lady next to him patted his shoulder, ''Uhm excuse me?''

He turns around, giving her a charming smile. He can't help but let his eyes slide down to her plunging neckline, waking up her chest. ''I can help you?''

The young lady blushed slightly, ''Uhm are you Lando Norris?'' He chuckled, ''Himself'' Her eyes widen softly, ''May I ask you an autograph?''

Lando can't help but smile even more. He doesn't know why, but he's not annoyed when she asks him that. Normally, he accepts like anyone else, even if it annoys him to be disturbed.

''Of course, do you want me to sign something in particular?'' She thinks, asks the bartender for a piece of paper, who tells her he doesn't have any. Then suddenly, an idea crossed her mind.

''Can you sign my tits?'' Lando's eyes widened, his cheeks getting slightly red. He chuckled as he took the pen the bartender offered him.

She pulls down her dress a little, revealing her breasts even more. ''Should I sign both?'' He can't take his eyes off of her breasts. He feels like he's a growing teenager again, filled with uncontrollable hormones.

''Yeah please.'' He uncaps the pen, puts a hand on her shoulder for support and tries to write but can't. He sighed, dreading his questions. ''Can I touch it? It would be easier.''

She chuckled, her now hugely revealed breasts moving slightly along with her little laugh. She still wonders if he isn't trying to touch them on purpose. But hey, after all, it's not every day you catch Lando Norris's eyes.

''If you want that much.'' He can't help but laugh, his warm breath tickling her bare collarbone. ''What's your name?'' He placed his hands on her right breast, ''Y/n.'' he tried to stretch the skin to allow the pen to work better. He signs it and adds 'for y/n, with love' He reproduces the gesture on her other breast, not hesitating to let his fingers slide a little lower.

His signature is perfect. As in the photos. ''Thank you'' He winks at her and she chuckled softly, probably nervously. He takes his drink and goes back to see Max who's now a bit away from the dancefloor and talking with some people.

Lando approached them and immediately, Max whispered something in his ear, ''Mate you're hard.'' Lando's head turns red as one of his hands slowly goes in front of his bulge, hiding it.

_ _ _

A few days later, Y/n is still in Lando's mind. He can't stop thinking of her. He even tried to search her on Instagram but it wasn't conclusive. He still sees her reddened cheeks, her nervous smile, her pink lips and her breasts.. oh my god. Just thinking about it makes his pants feel tight.

He readjust himself in the bed, his hand slipping under his boxers. He couldn't help it, she was so beautiful...and good. He imagines his cock between her breasts accelerating the movements of his hand. And it doesn't take long before he's cumming in his pants, imagining Y/n touching and licking him.

What a dirty boy he can be. Seriously, jerking off while thinking about a fan's tits.

He gets up after catching his breath and clean the mess he makes. His phone buzzed and he looked at Max's message.

''Mate you're not gonna believe me''

His text was accompanied with a picture.. of y/n, drinking a coffee, alone.

''Isn't that the girl you're looking for?''

''Where is she?''

''The cafe we usually went to'' ''You want me to do something?''

Lando doesn't answer, already putting on his shoes and jacket. He went outside, walking pretty fast to his car. His mother would kill him if she knew how speedy he drives.

He enters that café, his eyes wandering all the people in. His gaze freezes on her. She was as beautiful as he remembered. Her long brown hair cascaded over her shoulders and her black turtleneck hid her collarbone, at the risk of disappointing Lando. Her laptop is open in front of her, next to two empty cafes.

He doesn't know what to do. Should he go see her? Or just observe her? He can also offer her a coffee and write his number on it, like in the movies.

He gathers his courage and orders two coffees. One for her and one for him. He decides to play it cool and sits across from her, putting the coffees on the table. She looks up from her computer and smiles nervously. ''Mister Norris. How can I help you?''

Her cheeks turn slightly red probably just like his. ''Maybe by giving me your number?'' He surprised himself with his overconfidence. She giggles, writes something in her notebook and gives the piece of paper to him.

Deep down, she knew that during that evening, something had happened between them. But she never thought he would look for her.

_ _ _

Since that day, they haven't stopped talking to each other.

Lando is an extrovert. Y/n is an introvert.

Lando likes to talk. Y/n likes to listen.

Lando doesn't know how to hide his feelings. Y/n doesn’t know how to show them.

They complete each other. They are made for each other. Their discussions are natural, Lando loves talking to her, even until late at night. And he knows she will always be there to listen to him. Meeting her was the best thing that could have happened to him.

Y/n feels bad to have to lie to him. She walks back into the airport, readjusting her sunglasses. She passes through the secure gate without any hassle and barely has time to land to wait for her plane that Oscar called her and she picked up the phone.

''What did you tell him?''

''That I can't come.''

''I heard him crying in his driver's room.''

Oscar had agreed to help her to make a surprise for Lando and come see him in Las Vegas. But knowing that Lando's cried for her makes her heart breaks.

''Aw I feel so bad.''

He chuckles.

''Don't worry, he'll be so happy. I'm sure he'll kiss you.'' Oscar always thought that one day or another, they would end up together. Not that it bothers Y/n, but Lando is her best friend and she's afraid of ruining their relationship.

''Stop saying silly things.'' Oscar laughed again, but more loudly this time.

''Yeah yeah.. ahhh.. we do like we say, huh?''

''Yep, I'm going to enter the plan in a few minutes, be sure to be there when I land.''

''No I should let you at the airport.''

''Funny but you'll have to support the upset of Lando during the whole week.''

''You win on this point.''

''I let you Ozzy, see you in LA.''

''Have a nice plane.''

She thanks him and hangs up. She gets on the plane and sits in her seat. During the twelve hours of flights, Y/n finds something to occupy herself by watching a trilogy, sleeping and reading.

Once arrived, all that remains is the most complicated part. She has to collect her suitcase, leave the airport and join Oscar without being recognized. She readjusts her sunglasses and the black mask that hides the lower part of her face. With her hood on her head, she walks with her head down and hurries to collect her suitcase.

She leaves the airport in less than thirty minutes and quickly finds Oscar's car. She puts her suitcase in the trunk and gets in the passenger seat.

''Hey, nobody saw you?'' He asked her as she took off her sunglasses, mask and hood. ''Hi, I don't think so.'' He doesn't wait any longer to start the car and drive straight to the hotel.

She preferred to surprise him by waiting for him in his hotel room rather than at the track.

''I got a copy of his room card.'' He gives her the card as she quickly puts on her makeup.

It doesn't take long for them to arrive at the hotel. He helps her with her things and they hurry to the hotel room. Due to traffic jams on the road, they lost time and Lando should arrive more soon than expected.

She places her things in a corner of the room and sits down on the bed that he didn't even take the time to make.

''Tell me if he kissed you.'' Said Oscar before leaving her alone. He didn't let her have the time to respond and she just scrolled on her phone to pass the time.

She looks in the mirror, checking that her outfit is okay. She made the effort to take a twelve-hour plane with a rather uncomfortable dress, even if she was wearing one of Lando's sweaters over it.

She readjusts her hair and receives a message from Oscar telling her that he ran into Lando in the hallway.

She sits on the edge of bed and stares at the front door. She hears a noise, then a 'beep' meaning the door is open.

Lando walks into the room, not even noticing her, too busy looking at his phone. He places his bag on the ground and finally looks up from his phone.

His eyes open wide and his mouth is parted, not knowing what to say.

''Happy birthday, Lando.'' She smiles at him getting up from the bed.

Lando doesn't know what's going through his head, but he walks towards her, places his hands on her cheeks and presses his lips to hers.

Shit. Oscar was right. But it doesn't stop her from kissing him back, moving her lips along with his. She wraps her arms around his waist to pull him even closer to her.

''What the hell are you doing here!?'' He finally breaks the kiss, still in shock.

''Don't you still know that I'm a very good liar?'' He kissed her cheeks, his hand slowing on her hips.

''Fuck I missed you so much.'' He kisses her neck, already nibbing on it.

''Wow wow wow Lan', slowly.'' He stops it and his lips go back to hers.

''I hate you.'' She arranges the strands of hair that fall in front of his eyes.

''No you don't.'' He kissed her again.

''Be my girlfriend.''

''Did I have the choice?''

''No.'' He doesn't give her time to respond as he kisses her again, addicted to her lips.

Lando will no longer need to imagine his cock between her breasts. He's already planning to experience it tonight.

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[a-simple-imagine]

Perfectly Pathetic Pt.2

synopsis: you try to fix things with cady while maintaining your friendship with the plastics

pairing: regina george x fem!reader, elements of cady heron x fem!reader

words: 6.6k (6666 to be exact)

A/N - it’s here at long last besties!! get it while it’s hot because i might delete later idk how i feel about it

WARNINGS - swearing, toxic relationships and general toxicity, d-slur, and bullying

PREV //

come Sunday, you wake up with a throbbing head and zero energy left in your body but memories sit crystal clear. you remember Regina trying to come onto you. her scaring Cady away. Gretchen rubbing your back as you listen to her whine about Jason for the millionth time. weird night. you check your phone but don't bother to reply to anyone except Karen who wouldn't stop sending you explicit details about some reality show she was binging. but alas the weekend was over and you're forced to brave the embarrassment of going back to school after a party. happens every time. people do dumb shit and are forced to face it on Monday.

the first person you come across is none other than the red-headed new girl herself. you have got to imagine she is mad at you after what happened; the lies Regina told. it was not your fault but you should probably try and make peace.

"Hey! New girl," yelled down the hallway, you walk a little faster in order to catch up. you watch her glance around a little confused as you approach.

"Oh," her expression seems to neutralise as she realises it's you. "hi."

"did you have a good Sunday?"

"it was alright," the fact she was speaking to you was a good sign. "I spent it with my mom."

"cute," you flash a smile. Cady was clutching her books pretty tightly. "I thought we should maybe talk about Saturday."

"We don't have to to."

"but I want to," you insist. "please?"

"Regina already told me,"

"Regina is a liar," you blurt out. hopefully, that wouldn't get back to her. "I don't know what she said exactly but it's not true," she looks at you with curious eyes. "I wasn't stringing you along or anything,"

"Sure,"

"I like you, Cady. you're... different," you express. "I wanna be your friend. and I was really happy when you showed up at the party,"

"Really?"

"mhmm," you hum, nodding to prove your point. "cross my heart." you mime the action of drawing a cross across your chest. you're not sure they're gonna forgive you but the bell for homeroom would ring at any moment so time was running out.

"Okay," replied after a moment. a small smile that's quick to fade.

"do you want to finish working on our assignment later?" you ask.

"Sure," they shrug. "meet you out front?"

you're not entirely convinced you're forgiven but you'll take what you can get. you're about to respond when your eyes spot Gretchen amongst the crowd. you lock eyes for a second before she bolts in the opposite direction. with a heavy sigh, you charge after her.

"Gretchen." yelled down the hallway causing a few heads to turn. people naturally darted out of your way but you almost smashed into a few people. "Gretchen," is she getting quicker? "will you just stop?" the answer was apparently no because she just kept going until you manage to grab her arm forcing her to stop. "what the fuck?"

"oh hey, I didn't see you back there." she lies, offering a less-than-genuine smile.

"I was literally yelling your name?" your brow furrowed. you could almost see the gears turning in her head trying to come up with some kind of excuse.

"Sorry, I'm tired- mustn't have heard you." was that the best she could do? you just roll your eyes.

"Can you not tell Regina I was talking to Cady."

"Why?" she asks despite already knowing the answer.

"Please, Gretchen? it's really not a big deal, okay so let's just keep it between us."

"I said you should stay away from her and you ignored me."

"I know and you were probably right but," you shrug. "it's too late and besides, I have to do a presentation with her, that's why we were talking. you can even ask Karen."

"I won't tell anyone." that was a lie. She won't tell anyone except Regina obviously. always trying to be in her good graces.

"if you promise not to tell, I'll... tell Jason something bad about Taylor? like she has crabs or something?"

her eyes light up at the prospect. "really?"

you nod. Taylor had never liked you so you weren't exactly on the best of terms and if making up some rumour about her gets Gretchen off your back then great. "but you can't tell Regina, deal?"

"deal," Gretchen smiles brightly. thank fuck for that. you start walking together now. "so what happened at the party?"

"don't you already know?" you tease. "thought that pretty little head of yours knew everything."

"I'm working on it."

you shrug. she'd probably find out eventually. "nothing really. Regina told Cady some stuff about me."

"that you don't like her and are only pretending to be her friend?"

"so you did already know,"

"I don't know what you see in Cady."

"I don't know." she just wasn't like anyone else. a new avenue to discover. most of these people you've known for years. the bell rings out and suddenly you remember you were supposed to drop off a take-home quiz by homeroom today. you had actually done it but forgot it was in your locker. "oh shit,"

"What?"

"I just forgot to hand something in i'll see you later," with a quick wave goodbye, you rush off back the way you've come. it wasn't like you were bad in school or anything. just sometimes you'd forget to bring in homework. one... or four late quizzes later and suddenly Ms. Norbury is giving you extra work to make up for it. it's not like you have a life or anything. As you grab the paper from your locker, Karen Shetty emerges.

"Morning," sang dazzlingly as she shoved your locker door closed.

"good morning," you smile softly, a glance over her outfit. "you're particularly chirpy today and look great,"

a tiny theatrical gasp, she puts a playful hand over her chest. "thank you,"

"where did you get the cardigan?"

"thrifted it,"

"oooh, I love that," you say. "also it goes so well with that super cute bracelet you're wearing,"

"Aw thanks, my friend made it."

"that's so cute, she must be a really great friend," you tease.

"she is," Karen nods. "where are you headed?"

"I gotta drop this off to Ms.Norbury or I'll fail math,"

"Can I come?"

it wasn't exactly an exciting trip so you don't know why she would want to? plus you were late for homeroom now. "I guess?"

"did you have fun at the party?" Karen inquiries as you begin towards Ms Norbury's homeroom class.

"it was alright,"

"I heard you got into a fight with Regina,"

"hardly a fight," you sigh. it was gonna be a very long day. "it's fine. you know how she can be,"

"was it over Cady?"

"Why does everyone suddenly care about Cady?" you stress. "it really doesn't matter."

a shrug. "I heard from Gretchen that Connor is grounded now because he didn't tell his parents about the party and they found out because somebody was sick in like a vase or something,"

"ew," you giggle, scrunching up your nose in disgust. "like they just found cold vomit in a vase?"

"mhmm," Karen nods eagerly. you make a fake gagging action as you knock on the open door. why is it always so awkward to walk into an already full classroom? ms. Norbury invited you further inside and you can't help but look at the people staring at you.

"so you do know how to hand things in on time," you resist the urge to roll your eyes. "great. now if you can just do that all the time."

"I make no promises," you answer, placing your homework down on her desk. when your eyes meet Cady's she waves a little. you flash a smile.

"come see me after school and I'll let you know how you did and if I need anything else from you,"

"Okay," you sigh. wasn't your first extra credit quiz. nor your last probably. you leave the classroom quickly, grabbing Karen's hand. she'd been waiting at the door.

"lots of people in there,"

"yeah because we're supposed to be in homeroom," you advise her.

"I didn't hear the bell,"

oh, Karen. "just come on."

it was a rather lifeless day thank god. you were grateful for the peace. and ms. Norbury hadn't given you any more work. you still had your tutor sessions but they never bothered you too much. now you're sitting staring at your laptop pretending you're doing research. Cady is scribbling in her notebook. Once again you're bored. and you can't help but watch Cady and wonder if she really has forgiven you. sure you were together right now but only because of this stupid presentation. you sit up a little straighter, taking a sip from your water bottle. "are you mad at me?"

it's sudden and she seems perplexed as she glances up at you. "huh?"

"I don't want you to be mad at me"

"I'm not mad," she urges, going back to her little scribbling. "you said Regina was lying, I believe you."

"just like that?" it seemed too easy.

"just like that,"

"how do you know I'm not lying about Regina lying though?"

"I don't." a shrug, she looks at you. "I'm just trusting you so can we please get back on track." you're not sure you would forgive someone as easily as this. it seemed naïve. or maybe she was just a better person than you. either way, this was what you wanted so...

"This is so boring," you whine loudly, pushing your laptop away so you can dramatically collapse against the table.

"if you actually help instead of complaining, we'd get it done quicker."

"Cady," you sigh loudly. "let's not, I'm just here to be pretty, okay? I shouldn't be forced to do homework too."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," you sit up properly once more. "ask away."

"Why do you hang out with Regina?" the question catches you a little off guard. why did she wanna know that?

"What does that have to do with the book?" you counter, a playful raise of your brow. "if you stayed on topic, we'd get it done quicker."

"I'm serious."

you shrug a little. "why wouldn't I? She's like one of my best friends."

"why though? I've seen the way she treats you,"

"you just don't get Regina," very few people did. sure she was kinda mean and pushy, you'd never deny that but the rest of the school didn't get to see her other side. which was also kinda mean but a tad softer. the blonde was fierce. if someone fucked with you, or Karen, or even Gretchen, she'd go to war. you've watched her destroy girls just to prop Gretchen up to Jason. maul boys for making fun of Karen. you only got away with half the shit you did because you were friends with Regina. maybe she kept you around because you showered her with love and attention but she, in her own way, gave it right back. "she can be a lot but she's really cool."

"she's horrible to literally everyone."

"yeah but that's like kinda funny," Cady gives you a look suggesting she doesn't agree which was fair but she didn't exactly pick the nicest people to be friends with. Damian was funny in class and you liked to tell him gossip that Gretchen told you. you never really spoke to Janis too much but you've seen her around. heard what she says about you. She makes jokes right to your face. "don't act like Janis doesn't do the exact same thing. why do you hang out with her?"

"That's different,"

"is it?" you challenge. "or is Regina just popular?" Cady seems to not have an answer because she goes back to the book. "she's my friend and I like her. simple as."

"I'm sorry for asking,"

"Don't worry about it," you weren't particularly angry. you knew how people viewed Regina. a mixture of high admiration and fear. "So did you enjoy your first party?"

"yeah. not exactly what I was expecting,"

"they're not all like that," you urge. "sometimes they're fun. sometimes you wanna stab yourself in the eye to get out of it."

"did you have fun?"

"fun is not the word I would use but it was an experience," After Cady left you kind of just sulked with Gretchen until Karen found you and insisted you had to dance together. you spent the rest of the night with her. "I'm happy you came. I wish Regina hadn't messed everything up."

"sorry I left."

"you don't have to apologise." you smile. "we're hanging out now even if you're making me do homework. and there's always next time."

"I'm not making you do homework," Cady argues. you just smile. shuffling along the bench so you're right beside her. She has the book open in front of her and a notebook full of scribbles. you repeatedly tap the notebook with your finger.

"Are these not notes for our project? is that not homework?"

"yeah but these are my notes," she expresses, snatching up her notebook to place on the side away from you. As your eyes meet, you can almost pinpoint the exact moment she gets flustered. a dusting of pink gracing her cheeks. "you're just fucking about."

a dramatic gasp before a smile takes over. "I would never."

Cady smiles and before you have time to react she is leaning in to connect your lips in the softest of embraces. it reminds you of the first time Regina kissed you. only it never had the chance to become anything more before you pull back.

"Sorry- I didn't. I don't know why I did that." that dusting of pink is now a deep shade of red. panic in her voice. eyes firmly on her homework. you're unsure of what to say exactly. you liked Cady. maybe even the same way she apparently liked you. but you just weren't sure yet.

"It's alright, don't worry about it," you express. "uh... should we get back to the book?"

you weren't mad or upset with Cady. her kissing you had just left you feeling... weird? so even as you parted ways and you got texts later in the evening, you couldn't bring yourself to reply. you just needed some time to think.

Lunchtime is weird. Everyone is quiet. Painfully quiet. Karen and Gretchen are just eating their lunch. Regina is staring at the label of her yoghurt. you're sat there anxiously like a child bursting with energy. this was so unlike them. "can someone just talk already," you blurt out. a little startled, everyone looks at you. "sorry. just nobody is talking and it's freaking me out. normally Gretchen never shuts up."

"why are you even here?" Regina asks, twisting the dessert in her hand. you wish she'd just eat it instead of inspecting it.

"why wouldn't I be?"

"shouldn't you be over there with the pyro-dyke and her band of freaks." her head nods in the direction she means but her eyes never leave that stupid label. the nickname referred to Janis and Band of Freaks must mean Cady and Damian.

a sigh. "you're being ridiculous,"

"I'm being what?" Regina asked firmly. her yoghurt placed down slowly as her eyes zone in on you. sharp and daring. Karen gently nudges your leg with hers but you're not sure if it was an accident or a warning. you glance at her and then at Gretchen who is keeping her eyes firmly on her food.

"nothing. sorry," you say softly.

"stand up," voice low but commanding. you can't tell if she's serious so you remain seated. watching her. "stand up. now." she was louder now. attracting attention. putting on a show as various people looked to see what the commotion was. "you wanna run around with freaks and lesbos, then go."

"Are you-"

"go." you swallow hard. willing yourself not to crumble under the pressure of everyone's gaze. you could argue back but you know better than to challenge her when she's this pissed off. so you just push up, grab your tray and leave the table. you lock eyes with Janis along the way who is next to Cady. you can't join them like Regina so angrily implied, it'd just make things worse for them and yourself.

your last few classes of the day are spent wondering what you've done to piss off Regina today. you've hardly even seen her. maybe Gretchen told her about the hallway yesterday? She promised not to plus this seemed like a massive overreaction. you're at your locker, grabbing your stuff when Gretchen approaches. "Regina said if you can behave yourself you're allowed to come shopping with us,"

"hello to you too Gretchen," you slam the metal door shut. "no thank you.."

"Seriously?"

"she basically banished me from the cafeteria today, why would I wanna go anywhere with her?" you ask but it was mostly rhetorical as you start down the hall.

"you know she was only joking," the brunette trails after you.

"was she? felt pretty real to me,"

"that's just her humour," Gretchen assures you. "you have to come. Regina will be upset,"

"Regina doesn't have emotions," you fire back, pushing through the double doors, you almost collide with another person. "Jesus, watch out."

didn't take long to realise who it was. "it's Karen actually,"

"I know your name, baby" you pat her shoulder. "why are you right outside the door?"

"waiting for you," she takes your hand. "we're going shopping."

"I don't wanna do that," you express but Karen is already leading you towards Regina's jeep. "Karen, let go" you groan but put up little resistance. the blonde is leaning against the side eyes on you as you're being dragged across the front lawn.

"you found her then," the blonde comments, pushing away from the metal of her jeep. "thought we'd have to start putting up lost dog posters or something."

"why am I even here?"

"Isn't it obvious- get in the car." Regina climbs in and everyone else does the same. "we need someone to carry the bags."

why were you here? why had you given in so easily? You didn't even want to go shopping and now you're staring at yourself in the wall-length mirror of a dressing room, trying on outfits. with a heavy sigh, you step through the curtain

"what do you think?"

"you look great," declares Gretchen.

"beautiful," an eager Karen. She had picked it out.

Regina turns from the large mirror at the end of the space where she was inspecting the dress she was trying on to you. "ew." is all she says before turning back.

"yeah, I never liked it," Gretchen remarks quickly.

"try this," Karen shoves a hanger in your hand before pushing you back towards the dressing room. you stare at your reflection once more. you didn't think it looked too bad but maybe Regina was right. it wasn't exactly your style but that's because Karen picked it. it was more you than most of the outfits she tried to get you to wear... it did sit a little weirdly. you can hear Regina talking to the girls, sending them each on an errand. and then it's silent. you begin to undress when the blonde calls your name. you stop what you're doing. She says it again and you walk out.

"what's up?" you question cautiously. you weren't about to let your guard down around her.

"what do you think of this dress?" the blonde spins to face you. hands on her hips. your brow furrows. why did she want your opinion? your eyes drift. taking in Regina. notice every curve. She really was a sight to behold.

"looks good."

"That's all I get?"

"What were you expecting?"

The girl turns back. "A shower of complements but guess you're not even good for that anymore."

"I said it looks good?"

"I'm done with you now. go change out of that ugly outfit already."

you wanna say something but you decide to just bite your tongue and head back into the dressing room.

come the weekend, Regina is out of town with her parents which means you've ended up with babysitting duties. Gretchen and Karen had both decided they were coming over to your place. you didn't mind. so now you're loitering on the bed with your back against your headboard scrolling through your phone. Karen is snuggled up in half a blanket using your lap as a pillow also scrolling through her phone. it's silent but comfortable. Gretchen vanished about ten minutes ago and hasn't returned. "do we have to start hanging out with Cady?"

"What?" you glance down from your phone. 

"I don't wanna hang out with her, she's creepy."

"that's not very nice, Karen," you scold. "but no. why would we?"

"Because you're like a thing now," Karen answered, pressing her phone to her chest. She meets your stare. "you kissed"

"excuse me?" your heart practically skips a beat. you undoubtedly hadn't told anyone that Cady kissed you and you're almost certain she hadn't.

"what? Gretchen told us that she saw you and Cady making out after school on Monday," Gretchen fucking weiners. of course. but how did she know?

"by us you mean?"

"me and Regina," fuck.

"When was this?" you wonder. and as if summoned on cue, Gretchen emerges through the doorway and you can't help but raise your voice. "you told Regina I was making out with Cady?"

"What?"

"Karen told me so don't lie," you demand. "I thought we had a deal."

"I didn't tell her about the hallway."

"Are you stupid?" you press. Gretchen sits on the edge of your bed, fluttering her eyelashes.

"I'm sorry," a hefty sigh. the girl shuffled up the bed so she was beside you. "are you mad at me?"

"Obviously."

"but you love me?" you don't reply and she nudges your shoulder with hers. "right?" you stay silent, glimpsing at her withan empty expression. you did love her but you were pissed off with her right now.

"look at this," Karen shoves her phone straight up and into your view. it shows a picture of herself. you assume she had just taken by the outfit.

"adorable," you smile walmly but it quickly fades. Gretchen had very much fucked you over. That day with Cady, you hadn't seen anyone around other than a few stray students. why was Gretchen even still there? and why hadn't she asked you about it before telling Regina?

"did you see what Kelsey posted today?" Gretchen questions, pulling out her phone. "it's so pathetic. like she's clearly doing it just for attention." you let your head fall back against the wall as Gretchen proceeds to talk in your ear. your mind drifts to the day in the cafeteria when Regina embarrassed you in front of everyone. you had thought it was an extreme reaction to a conversation in the hallway but turns out it was because of the kiss. was she that jealous of the idea of you and Cady? That made little sense when she was running around with Shane.

"Does Regina hate me?"

"of course not," Gretchen insists, a comforting hand placed on your shoulder. "you know anger is basically her love language. she just cares a lot."

"Regina thinks Cady is a freak," Karen contributes. "and that you hanging out with her makes us look bad."

"We were just doing homework."

"I saw you kiss her," Gretchen retorts.

"she kissed me,"

"you have been hanging out with her a lot," Karen states

"and you invited her to Connor's party," Gretchen resumes.

"yeah but..." you trail off because you really don't have a comeback. All those things were very much true. "this is stupid."

"if you had just listened to me-"

"Jesus, we get it Gretchen" you huff sharply and then feel bad for it. "sorry but you have to stop saying that- I should be able to talk to a girl without it being the end of the world."

"maybe talk to less weird girls?" Karen proposes brightly. "like me.... or Gretchen.... oooh or Regina."

"Thanks for the suggestion." you tap her nose gently, making her face scrunch up. "but I meant other than you three."

"you can talk to whoever you want," Gretchen reassures you, dropping her head to your shoulder. "as long as Regina approves."

"you sound insane,"

Gretchen shrugs. Karen's attention has returned to her phone. and you were suddenly so aware of how insane being friends with Regina George truly is.

the bell for first period has you walking down the hallway towards your history class. you share it with Gretchen who you haven't spoken to since Sunday. you're still mad at her.

"Hey, can we talk?" your brow furrows a little. it was Regina. and you were still mad at her too for last week.

"I have to get to class," you huff but she doesn't take the hint; instead she takes your hand and drags you straight into the nearest closet. it smelt like chemicals, dust and... vanilla. you imagine the vanilla is the girl, not the room.

"what the hell?"

"Just give me a minute,"

"why are we in a closet?" you wonder. it was cramped. a painfully buzzy lightbulb hung over head, flickering through an array of intensities. shelves full of supplies.

"I'm sorry, okay?" your eyes were looking anyway but at her until now. staring into blue-green eyes. did she just... apologise for something? was this a dream? your dreams never normally included Regina apologising but that seemed like the only way this could be real. "I'm sorry I got mad over you and Cady. you've just been acting weird since she joined"

"Are you... fucking with me right now?""

"what? I can't apologise?"

"I never said that," you did imply it but you would never say it. "I'm just confused." a shrug of your shoulders.

"I just don't like it. I don't like her," she wasn't about that. you weren't confused about her feelings towards Cady. you were confused as to why she was apologising for it? also, why do you have to do this in the closet? couldn't you have done this in a place with such a dizzying aroma? "I get like angry when I see you together. and then when Gretchen told me you kissed her-"

"she kissed me."

"Whatever," a dismissive wave. "I mean, it just was a lot y'know."

"not really" Your brow furrows.

"you're not that fucking dense, are you?" as the blonde takes a step forward, you take a step back crashing into a bucket and mop. She grabs your wrist. maybe an attempt to save you? "careful." said much softer. caring almost. it makes you suspicious. more so than the apology you hardly believed in the first place.

"we're gonna be late for class," you answer quietly. you try to pull your arm away but her grip doesn't falter. it's firm and tight; possessive almost. "Regina, please,"

"you promised to stay away from her," Regina mentions softly. you think back to that day. Regina straddling your lap. hands on your chest. moving against you. soft lips. it makes you blush. she pulls you closer. "promised you didn't like her more than me." her other hand gently cups your cheek. "was all that a lie?"

"no," you shake your head slow and stern. "no. i-"

"you kissed her." stated firmly.

"she kissed me," you argue back. her fingers press a little harder into your cheek.

"don't remember asking," expressed as she leaned in close. hot breath hitting your skin. vanilla fills your nostrils. "tell me you love me," whispered. you swallow hard. "please."

"Regina..." grip on your wrist tightens.

"go on."

"I... love you," you sound more confused than sure.

"more than cady?"

"you're my best friend,"

a once gentle hand now grips your chin. "more than Cady?" asked again.

"uh... more than Cady,"

"say you're obsessed with me." her lips loom mere inches from yours threatening a kiss.

"I'm... obsessed with you." her eyes are so intense, it's kinda scary. it's always treacherous being so close to her.

"Good," her lips press into yours. fierce and strong. but gone just as quickly. "I'll see you at lunch." she lets go and leaves without another word. The door to the closet closes with a click. insane. you remain for a few minutes. a little lost. a little confused. then you leave for class.

sat at a table under the beautiful shade of a massive umbrella during your free period. Cady is opposite. Gretchen was supposed to be here too but you don't know what happened to her. probably worried about sitting with Cady. "why are you doing work?"

"It's a study period. you should also be doing work,"

"It's almost lunchtime don't be ridiculous," you groan loudly. the bell rings mere moments later bringing a smile as the animals are released from their classrooms out into the wild. "see."

"you didn't do anything,"

"never do. That's half the fun of a free period before lunch."

"hey baby," that was Regina's voice. you look up promptly, half expecting her to make a comment or demand your presence but instead, she takes a seat right beside you.

"Hello," you try not to think about earlier. about how weird this is and focus on the fact she seemed to be in a good mood. her arms snake around you, drawing you back into her embrace.

"Cady,"

"hi Regina,"

"you look good today," Regina comments. your brow furrows. she was being weirdly affectionate. should you be concerned? probably but you were gonna enjoy her openness. the last week had been so weird and you kinda of just wanted things to go back to normal. and while this wasn't exactly normal, you prefer this to outward anger.

"thank you,"

"Now say it back," you roll your eyes but wear a playful smile.

"you look radiant Regina," said playfully. She gives you a quick squeeze and you finally settle in her embrace.

"I know," hummed in your ear. "so do you wanna come to mine after school?" muttered in your ear.

"what's the occasion?"

"I want you to," Regina declared. "why does it matter? you're coming over."

"am I now?" you ask playfully.

"We should get food," Regina lets go and gets up. you watch her for a moment expecting her to bark a demand but she doesn't. she just walks away. it freaks you out so you bid farewell to Cady and go scampering after the blonde.

"you good?"

"course," she states as you fall in step.

"you're being strange," you observe. "I was half expecting you to drag me away from that table."

"what's the point?" she asks. "you'd just go running back to the little nerd."

"no running is involved."

"running. skipping. drooling." the blonde teased. when you enter the lunch room, Gretchen is already sitting alone at your usual table. "like a love-sick little puppy dog."

"Okay, ew, no,"

"where have you been?" Gretchen wonders as you approach. She knows where you've been. you text her.

"no love involved whatsoever,"

"Who are you in love with?" Gretchen asks.

"no one,"

"I got tater tots," Karen announces as she zooms past with a try, taking a seat at your lunch table.

"oooh, they have tots today? let's go get food," you grab Regina's hand and start pulling her towards the food. Gretchen comes scrambling after the two of you. "I'm starving."

"aren't you always," Regina comments. the sea parts as she leads the way to the front of the line. it's unfair. but you never call her out. you always take advantage.

"Who are you in love with?" Gretchen repeats

"nobody, we moved on,"

"god keep up Gretchen," Regina huffs. you're so excited about your tater tots you practically run back to the table with your little tray. your two friends in toe. you take your usual seat next to Karen. Regina sits opposite with Gretchen.

"Cady keeps looking over here," Karen announces, popping a tot in her mouth. "it's creeping me out."

"she's so weird," Regina sighs. "if she's anything like her freaky friends it's because she's obsessed with our dear sweet puppy,"

"she is not obsessed with me,"

"This is what happens when you give losers attention, " Regina persists. "they think they have a shot. soon she's gonna think she can just come over and talk to us and it's your fault."

"Firstly, she would never do that. She's intimidated by you," you express. "secondly. she is sweet, you gotta lay off her."

"as she should be," the blonde looks disgusted. "also gross. She's so fuckin weird."

"you guys are being mean,"

"Is it mean if it's true?"

"still yes," you insist. "I like cady."

"We know," Gretchen states. Regina shoots her a dirty look.

"you don't get to talk Gretchen," Regina spits. "you never shut up about Jason like he's not disgusting."

"Cady would be cute if she just learnt how to dress. and do her makeup," Karen interjects.

"I don't even think that would help."

"Can we stop talking about her please?"

"don't wanna hear us shit talk your girlfriend."

"not my girlfriend." you argue. "but I would like this to end. quickly. let's go back to Jason that dude fuckin sucks."

"he's so sleazy," Karen adds. and the conversation flows into something other than you and Cady. thank god.

you're lying on Regina's couch. in Regina's room. alone. after school. you expected Karen and Gretchen to be here too but alas they weren't here. after this morning, you wouldn't be surprised if this was some cult worship ceremony. the door creaks open and in walks the infamous blonde. a glance before going back to your phone.

"my mum wants to know if you're staying for dinner,"

"am I?" you don't even know why you're here. and knowing Regina she could kick you out at any moment.

"I said yeah but you don't have to," a shrug.

"guess you're not mad at me anymore then,"

"When was I mad at you?" she questions, sitting down on her bed.

"When are you ever not?" you tease. "sometimes I think you hate me."

"if I hated you, you wouldn't be here," the blonde comments.

"you've been so short with me recently." you sit up properly.

"Because you've been acting different." the girl insists. "and it's weird. and I don't like it. I want you to go back to how you were."

"I don't even know how I've been acting different?" you lean back. "I think you're just jealous."

"jealous of what?"

"Cady." you see her eyes narrow. jaw tense.

"you are obsessed with her."

"not obsessed," you correct. "I don't even know what is going on between me and Cady."

"but you like her?"

you shrug. "do you like her?"

"no," it makes you smile for some reason. same old Regina. number one cady hater. "not even a little. she's strange. can't dress for shit. really awkward."

"tell us how you really feel," you chuckle a little.

"you'll just call me mean," like she wasn't already being mean.

you shrug. "I like when you're mean."

"I know," a smile quirks at her lips. the blonde pats the space next to her. "come here,"

"why?"

"Just come here," a dramatic sigh. you push up and cautiously walk over to sit down next to her. "why are you acting so scared of me?"

"I don't know," you shrug. "kinda expecting you to push me off the bed or something."

"why would I do that?" her brows furrowed.

"Because you're evil," a smirk slowly takes over her lips. you nudge her softly with your shoulder.

"I love it when you call me evil,"

"I know," you reply. "because you're obsessed with me."

"you wish."

"I don't have to wish," you tease. "because you're obsessed with me."

"you're really pushing your luck here," Regina comments. "stop." her tone suggested she was done playing. the blonde falls back against her bed. you just look at her as she starts typing on her phone. "and stop staring at me freak."

"but you're so pretty,"

"your girlfriend wouldn't like you saying that."

"not my girlfriend," you insist. "no more than you are." the blonde doesn't respond and you both fall into a comfortable silence. you lie down beside her. "why did you invite me over?"

"make out. prove a point. why do you think i asked in front of cady?" you just shrug. the girl sighs loudly and discards her phone off to one side before rolling onto her side to look at you. you just turn your head to face her.

"for someone so smart, you really are stupid," you'd be offended but there was hardly a point. she just watches you, watching her. you crack under her gaze and look away but she just reaches over and forces you to look at her. "do you know why I keep you around?"

"Because you love me?" said playfully but quietly. you know it's not the answer she was looking for.

"I like the way you look at me," she admitted quietly. "everyone stares at me but you... you look at me like I'm the only person in the entire world." she went on. "like you just can't get enough." you don't know what to say. Regina was like nobody you had ever met but in a different way to Cady. She just commanded attention. a beauty beyond words. and sometimes you wonder why you ever caught her eye. the girl shuffles closer now. "you can run around with freaks. you can be confused about Cady. but at the end of the day, none of it matters." that hand on your jaw loosens and begins to trail down over your neck. "you'll always come running back to me."

"What makes you think that?"

"It's in the way your breath hitches when I'm close. the way your eyes linger when I walk away. the way you so easily melt under my touch," her voice was gentle but taunting. her hand slipping lower and lower down the length of your body. you could hear your heart beating loudly in your chest. an onset wave of heat flushing your cheeks. "I can say or do whatever I want," her hand stops at your thigh, squeezing roughly. body leaning into yours. pressing you further into the plush fabric of her bed. "and you'll always be mine." whispered sharply before her lips meet yours and the fire makes the rest of the world melt away. you reach up to draw her closer. deepen the kiss and the way she groans makes your head spin. but then she pulls away unexpectedly. "oh I forgot to mention Shane is coming over after dinner so you gotta be gone by then. Cool?" you can feel the emotions stirring. it's weird and confusing. Shane's name fills you with anger; annoyance even. through no fault of his own. was she fucking serious? but at the same time you couldn't move. maybe a wiser person would have stopped everything right here. walked away with their dignity in their hands. Cady was probably a safer option. she liked you. and maybe you liked her too. but there was just something about Regina. being on her good side meant the world worked for you too. it was a world you'd become so accustomed to, you can't imagine it any differently. you can't imagine a life without the blonde. you didn't want to leave. you wanted to chase the high of each kiss. the pain as her nails dig into your skin. the firey mess of being with her.

"cool." you nod simply, pulling her back into the kiss. dignity was overrated when it came to Regina George anyway.

#regina george #regina george x reader #mean girls #mean girls 2024 #renee rapp #mean girls fanfic #regina george fanfic

[barcalover86]

Recovering with Pablo Gavi (x reader)

Summary: something similar about Neymar's video

Somebody requested it, but I accidentally deleted it.

You weren't allowed to be in the same room as Gavi while he had to do one of his most painful recovery for his acl injury.

It really hurt you that you couldn't do anything to help him.

Standing there alone was even harder than you imagined, especially since you had to listen to him screaming in pain.

You wanted so bad to make his pain go away or at least to be there with him when he needed it the most, but it was just imposibile.

The doctors told you that it is really traumatising to be next to someone who has to do that procedure.

But Pablo wasn't just someone.

He was your best friend.

It felt like millions of years had passed, and the boy was still crying loudly.

You were on the adge of tearing up, when the door suddenly opened and a nurse called your name.

"You can come in, now. Gavi requested you."

You smiled politely before you came into the room.

You were really scared to look into his tearful eyes, but if he wanted you there with him, then you had to stay strong.

He was laying on his stomach, not even moving a bit.

Everyone who was in the room left and now you two were alone.

You stayed silent for some seconds, not knowing what to do or what to say.

He seemed like he was sleeping.

When you moved closer to Gavi, he sobbed softly. He wasn't sleeping.

"Hi" you whispered.

With his eyes still closed, he took a big breath.

He didn't respond.

You stood there looking at him, not knowing if he wanted you gone.

"Do you want some water?"

He didn't respond, nor did he move.

You sighed, getting closer to leave the room.

"Stay."

You turned around to face him.

"Please."

You went back to him. He took your hand in his and you helped him stand up.

He immediately hugged you, kissing you on the neck.

You hugged him back, comforting him.

"Thank you for waiting for me, y/n."

"You know I'll always wait for you.." you whispered in his ear, which send shivers into his body.

Gavi, all the time, wanted to be the tough guy. You knew that he suffered a lot and that right now, he was about to cry in your arms. You also knew that he felt safe in your embrace, and that made you feel better.

He then kissed your cheek and nose and put you on his healthy leg.

Your head was now rested on his shoulder while he was playing with your hair.

"I hope you know that I love you, y/n."

Your heart skipped a beat when you heard him. You looked into his eyes and then smiled.

"Tell me this when you are sober enough. "

"I am sober enough."

You smiled, putting your head on his chest.

"Your heart is beating really fast.. are you nervous?" You played with him a little.

He rolled his eyes while laughing.

"Will you be here for me, love?"

It was his way of asking you to be his girl.

"Always, Gavi."

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[joeys-babe]

Joey B Imagines: I’m On Fire*

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Summary: When Joe mistakenly leaves his JB9 iced-out chain while at an away game, you bless him with a little photoshoot while you're hours away in Cincinnati.

Warnings: Smut

Paring: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine universe: Just the Two of Us

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*No specific date for this fic!*

(y/n’s pov)

Joe had just left the house for an away game, and due to some work-related stuff, I wasn't able to go with him.

The pouty expression he gave me when we were standing at the front door just a little bit ago made me want to climb into his bag. His lower lip sticking out was oddly convincing, along with his blue eyes.

“Joe, you know I can't go, baby.” - you

“Please… I want you to go with me.” - Joe whined

“I wish I could go too, but I can't, J.” - you

Joe whined once again, but this time, it made me roll my eyes. My annoyance didn't last long, though, as he hunched over and laid his head on my shoulder.

“I love you.” - Joe mumbled

His face being pressed into my neck made his words muffled, but it was oddly adorable.

“I love you too, but if you don't leave now, you're going to be late.” - you

I laughed when he stood up straight and groaned.

“I'm gonna be so lonely by myself in my hotel room tonight.” - Joe

“We can Facetime, goofball.” - you

“Not the same.” - Joe whined

“Okay, enough whining. Goodbye, Joe.” - you

Joe stared at me for a few seconds, trying to come up with a response that didn't show how annoyed he really was.

“Bye…” - Joe mumbled

I stood up on my tiptoes and pressed a kiss to Joe’s lips. When I pulled away, I giggled at the look of his flushed cheeks.

“Love you, sheisty.” - you

“Love you too.” - Joe grinned

——

Hours later, I was bored out of my mind, all alone in this big house.

I had cleaned almost the entire house, scrolled through Pinterest, made a dinner recipe I had pinned, and finished a show I had been binging - Fool Me Once.

There was pretty much nothing to do.

All I was doing right now was lying in bed, watching the ceiling fan turn, and feeling kinda sad when I got a whiff of Joe’s scent off of his pillow.

I missed him, and I saw him just hours ago.

That's what happens when your boyfriend turns into your best friend, I guess.

Joe’s game wasn't till tomorrow, but they'd probably just landed at their destination.

Maybe I should text him?

After thinking about it for a few minutes, I made up my mind and texted Joe.

hiiii

Ew, no. Sounds desperate.

What am I even talking about? I've been with this man for six years.

I had almost deleted my message, but Joe answered before I could.

HIIII! 😁

He's such a dork, I thought to myself with a giggle.

Wyd?

Nothinggg, hbu??

Do I tell the truth or make a lie to seem productive? In the end, I told the truth.

Missing you.

My heart warmed at Joe’s message back.

I miss you too. ☹️

Are you at your hotel yet?

It took Joe a few minutes to answer, but his reasoning was ironic.

Just got back from checking in actually. Imma head up to my room, take a shower, and then ft you.

Okay, I'll talk to you then! 🫶

Talk to ya then, I LOVE YOU! 🥰

I hearted his message and than sent the sentiment back.

Love you more, baby. 😘

The conversation ended after Joe’s simple but butterfly-inducing text.

Not fuckin’ possible.

——

We were on Facetime for way longer than we should have, but neither of us cared.

The call ended with the usual “I love you more” back-and-forth playful argument.

Joe won in the end, and I can't say I’m surprised because he always did.

After the call ended, I was just lying in bed, my head on Joe’s pillow, just to smell his scent.

I got bored eventually and decided to play around in the closet. Joe always forbade me from trying on his chains, but he wasn't here.

My eyes immediately widened with excitement as I opened the top drawer on Joe’s side of our walk-in closet.

Everything was cleared out except one chain, he probably took them all with him to have options for his fit tomorrow.

“Damn, this is heavy.” - you mumbled

It was the JB9 Nike check chain Joe wore for the AFC Championship in 2022.

One of my personal favorites out of his collection but too iconic to be worn again.

God, he looked so hot that day.

I stared at myself in the mirror, the chain of my boyfriend’s initials and number adorning my neck.

That's when I got the idea.

——

Settling into my bed for the night, I grabbed my phone and giggled to myself as I looked through the pictures recently taken in my camera roll.

Nothing but black lace and that iced-out chain.

——

Next Day

Joe won his game, and sure, I was happy to see him win, but being miles away from him and unable to celebrate with him put a damper on my mood.

I watched the game by myself in the living room, and then proudly watched his post-game conference.

Just a minute after Joe left the media room, I received a text from him.

Did you watch the game?

Of course. Watched your conference too, baby.

Joe didn’t answer for a few minutes, and I thought he might've gone to take his postgame shower, but his text back made me laugh.

I just got made fun of because I was blushing from your text. “You texting yo girl?”

What did you say back? 😂

I proudly said yes. 😁

A few seconds passed before another text vibrated my phone.

Hey, I gotta go shower, though. We're set to get home late tonight, so don't wait up on me.

What if I want to?

You'll wake up with me next to you in the morning either way, so no need to wait for me to get back.

He was right, so I left him alone to go shower.

——

It was around ten o'clock, and Joe had texted me just a little bit ago, saying they were on the bus to the airport.

Out of nowhere, with no context or caption with it, I sent Joe my little experiment earlier.

Attachment: 10 images

When I was left alone with Joe’s chain earlier, I took a little photo shoot with some black lace lingerie and Joe’s chain.

He'd usually take a power nap on his way to the plane, so I was surprised when his response was quick.

Joe sent a picture of himself with his eyes wide and mouth dropped open in shock.

The silly reaction picture made me giggle, but I had no idea that Joe had just pulled his bag onto his lap while on the bus in an attempt to hide the stirring between his legs.

Fucking shit, y/n. I'm getting so hard right now that I might have to rub one out on the plane.

No. 😘

Wdym, no?

How do I word this?

You always get pissed when I get off without you, how about a taste of your own medicine?

I don't get pissed…

Joe, honey.

Please, baby.

No.

Joe sighed and put his phone on his chest, discreetly slipping his hand down his sweatpants to rearrange the erection in his boxers. He's so hard just from the sight of nothing but lingerie and his initials in the form of diamonds on your body.

He so wished he was with you, inside you.

——

When Joe got home, it was really late.

You were already sleeping, so when Joe slipped into the bedroom he made sure to be quiet.

Joe stood there for a few seconds, just admiring how peaceful you looked while sleeping.

A small smile found its way onto his face when he noticed you were wearing his t-shirt and snuggled onto his pillow instead of yours.

After staring for a lot longer than he anticipated, Joe put his bag down and took his sweatshirt off before crawling into bed beside you.

You stirred for a bit, feeling the presence of someone else near you. After moving around for a bit, you were met with a hard chest, but you knew it all too well.

Joe grinned to himself when you snuggled into him, your face against his pec. He ran his fingers through your hair, and soon, you were peacefully sleeping again.

Feeling tired but unable to sleep, Joe discreetly grabbed his phone to see the messages he wasn't able to answer on the plane and his drive home.

You sent him a video?

Joe made sure his volume was down before pressing play on the video. His eyes went wide when he was met with the sight of you fingering yourself.

All at once, Joe’s heart rate picked up, he started sweating, and his cock stirred in his sweatpants.

He didn't need volume to know you were moaning his name with each thrust of your fingers. Joe was able to read your lips.

The sight of your head thrown back, bare chest, and your sweet heat swallowing your fingers had Joe fully erect in a matter of a minute.

He needed you badly.

Joe can admit he was thinking with his dick and not his brain when he shook you awake. In his defense, most of his blood supply was in the wrong head.

“Joey?” - you mumbled

“Shit- sorry I woke you up…” - Joe

“I missed you…” - you

His heart fluttered, and he hoped you wouldn't shift around and feel him. Please just go back to sleep.

In all honesty, Joe felt guilty waking you up with his sexual needs in mind. He felt horrible and selfish.

“Missed you too, baby.” - Joe

You moved around and Joe’s eyes went wide. Please don't feel it. Please don't feel it.

Abruptly, you paused your shifting and looked up at Joe’s face. Maybe she just found a comfortable spot?

It was hard to make out Joe’s features in the dark, but you could see his piercing blue eyes easily.

Unbeknownst to Joe, you'd felt his hard-on as soon as he got it, but you wanted to mess with him, make him beg for it.

Slowly, you reached your hand out and palmed his bulge. Joe bit his lower lip to stop an audible reaction as you started rubbing him.

“He missed me too, huh?” - you giggle

“Fuck- so much.” - Joe

“Take your pants off, Joe.” - You

Joe shed his pants and boxers off faster than the speed of light, all because his girl asked.

Now that he was completely free from restraint, Joe got even harder, and he didn't think that was possible.

You spit into your hand and firmly grasped his cock, a plan forming in your mind as you started to jerk him off.

Joe was a groaning mess, relishing in the feel of your hand around his length because he'd needed this for days.

Precum was beading at Joe’s tip, so you maneuvered yourself around to take him into your mouth.

“Sh-it.” - Joe moaned

He was close, so close.

“Baby- I'm gonna… cum!” - Joe

You pulled off of him, trying to follow your plan of edging him until he couldn't help but beg for you to finish him off, but Joe was too close to stop his inevitable orgasm.

With a loud moan, Joe shot his load onto your face, some making it into your mouth.

Both of you were surprised when it happened, looking at each other with wide eyes.

“I- I'm sorry…” - Joe

“No, don't be.” - you

You reached out and put a hand on his chest, rubbing comforting circles on it.

He grabbed a tissue off of his nightstand and wiped his cum off of your face.

“That was kinda embarrassing…” - Joe

“Why?” - you

Your voice was soft, a little sad yourself that Joe felt embarrassed.

“I don't know, I couldn't stop it from happening, but it happened so fast. Like under three minutes? That's embarrassing.” - Joe

“Joe, don't be embarrassed. How long you last doesn't matter to me at all, I just wanna make you feel good.” - you

He nodded but bit the insides of his cheeks.

“I think it's kinda hot that I can get you off that fast. Makes me feel good about myself.” - you

“Really? You don't think it's funny or embarrassing?” - Joe

“No, baby.” - you

You leaned up and pressed a big kiss to Joe’s lips, one of his legs slotting between yours, causing you to grind down onto his thigh.

“Mmm, Joey baby.” - you moaned

“That's it.” - Joe

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Next Morning

You woke up with a grin on your face as you replayed last night's events in your mind.

Joe had gotten you off twice with his fingers and tongue before he filled you up with his thick cock.

In the back of his mind, he was still feeling a little self-conscious about his first orgasm of the night, but he wouldn't let it show.

When you two were in the shower cleaning up, you could tell something was on Joe’s mind and that something was what had happened earlier.

Without saying anything, you dropped to your knees when his back was to you. He turned around and looked down at you, his dick stirring to life at the all-too-familiar position.

Despite the fact you two had just gone four rounds, Joe’s craving for you was never-ending.

You'd slowly reached out to stroke him, and you finished him off with your mouth.

He manhandled you back to your feet before pressing you against the shower wall.

“If you want me to stop, I will, but you started this.” - Joe

The feel of his thick length against your behind, and his hands holding you in place was getting you worked up all over again.

“Fuck me, Joey.” - you

You two ended the night giggling in bed as you counted up the number of orgasms shared between you two that night.

“Four for me, four for you, gah-lee!” - Joe

“I’m not gonna be able to walk tomorrow morning.” - you

“Fuck I might even have a limp.” - Joe

You were pulled out of your fantasies when Joe walked into the bedroom. Toes curled at the sweet sight of him.

Joe wore nothing but a bashful smile, a pair of sweatpants, and raging bedhead.

“Hi.” - you smiled

“Hi. How'd you sleep?” - Joe

“Good. Get in bed with me?” - you

He did as you asked and curled up in bed beside you, pulling you into his chest in the process.

“Where were you?” - you

“Uh… nowhere…” - Joe

You sat up and looked at him, giving him a skeptical look as you narrowed your eyes at him.

Joe sighed and broke your eye contact.

“I was doing something downstairs. It was supposed to be a surprise after you got ready, but you can come downstairs now.” - Joe

You excitedly jumped out of Joe’s arms and ran out of the bedroom, your hand grabbing his as he followed you.

When you two got downstairs, you saw the dining table set up like a date. Breakfast on both of the plates and a bouquet of roses between them.

Joe walked away from you for a second and grabbed a rose.

He walked back up to you and held the flower in front of his bare chest.

“Go on a date with me?” - Joe

You grinned at your boyfriend so big that your cheeks hurt.

“Of course.” - you

Joe handed the single rose to you, and you stood up on your tiptoes to place a kiss on his smooth cheek.

“Thank god, woulda been really awkward if you said no.” - Joe

“I'd never say no to you.” - you laughed

The blush on his cheeks went deep, almost to the shade of the rose he gave you.

You spent the rest of the morning laughing with the handsome man you loved so deeply, wondering about how you got so lucky, and thinking about your future with him.

You were so grateful to have a man you could laugh with, share secrets with, tell all the drama to, and have intense intimate moments with. Sometimes, all within the same day or hour.

It was scary to realize how much of yourself you put in Joe’s hands, but you trusted him more than anything.

The sweet thoughts and realizations were swirling in your mind and making you smile. You'd been staring out of the window, but your thoughts were abruptly interrupted…

*BURP*

Your wide eyes snapped over to Joe, who was holding a hand over his mouth and shared the same wide-eyed look.

“Sorry, didn't expect it to be that loud.” - Joe laughed

“Gosh, I love you.” - you laughed along with him

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#joe burrow #bengals #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow x reader #joey b #cincinnati bengals #joe burrow fan fic #joe burrow smut

[privitivium]

i srs need a scenerio where we are so bratty to the point motherly!bf just denies giving us a blowjob and then scolds us..

this has been in the back of my mind for the longest time i finally have my thoughts in order bro GOD. ramble,,, ish.

dom motherly yan w sub brat m reader...

im imagining reader - darling just crying crocodile tears and writhing on the bed begging for motherly yan to suck you off because you love the way his mouth feels on yr dick but he's purposefully ignoring you in lieu of deleting emails to pass the time because he's CRUEL.!!!!! So.;;;

fidgeting with your phone on the bed, mother at his desk... wanting attention, as you ere onviously infuriatingly horny - watching porn at a low volume that he was sure to hear... and yeah he does. head snapping back at the sound if moans and catching sight of you groping yourself ove your pants... he takes it away, catching a glimpse of what you were on. porn... god, you know how he feels about that. it's like you were delibrately trying to get a rise out of himㅡtouching yourself and watching other people have sex when he was right there? naughty, naughty, naughty... mother shakes his head, grunting in displeasure as he places your phone near his computer; "don't touch yourself. you don't want to know what happens if you do." he demands lowly, a terrifying baritone that makes you faint and blood rush to your face.. tears stinging your eyes. you can't tell if they were fake, the product of being overwhelmed, or just because you were blushing so hard.

writhing on the bed, hands itching to grope your erection through your boxers. tears stinging your eyes and slipping down your cheeks freely - god this was fucking with you even more. your cock, positively fucking aching in pain despite him ignoring you. knowing that he was getting off by this made you even more squirmy... "fuck, mom - please!! please, i'll be good!! j-just fucking touch me.." you sob, overdramatic as you squirm. Hands rubbing over your thighs, so close to your bulge... "maa... mm-mommy." sniffling as you bury your face in the pillows, hugging it to your chest..

he snarls, jaw setting as blood shoots to his cock at the sound of your pathetic, sobbing voice.. "no. quit your whining. be patient. you can manage that, can't you?" he snaps harshly, palming himself; faced away from you at his desk.. and you whine. he was simply resisting the urge to pounce on you just then... the way you called for him, your mommy... made him giddy. laying on your tummy beforehe takes your situation into his own hands. abusing your cock with his huge hand, keeping you in his lap; sitting on his cock, and letitng you sit in your own mess of cum, sweat, and drool before he works up the niceness to bathe you and kiss you sweetly as though he wasn't purposefully overstimulating you til you cried.... mother ftw.

#motherly yan! #x male reader #male reader #x top male reader #top male reader #yandere x male reader #yandere oc x reader #yandere male x reader #yandere male x male reader #yandere m x m reader

[kairiscorner]

ok but like it's canon in the comics that miguel's not as good at tech compared to biology. so imagine...

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

lyla was apparently resetting herself and would be unresponsive for a few hours, but it seemed he had no choice. coming from the future, he has little clue about how technology in the 20th century was supposed to work, but luckily, you were a natural at using 20th century technology! unluckily, miguel was too prideful to ask you for any help. the rest of the society had decided to resort to cell phones to contact each other for the time being, though it wasn't as great as the watches, it was at least useful for something. however, only one person remained to be clueless about these cell phones, and ironically, it's the guy from the future, miguel o'hara himself.

he had asked jess and peter b how to use a phone, but they, unsurprisingly, only know how to use it when someone calls--they don't even know how to facetime properly. he asked ben to help him since he classified as 'part of the youth', but his explanation was full of onomatopoeias and edgy narrating that miguel was totally lost. you approached miguel as he was practically snarling at his phone's screen, not being used to calling an AI assistant who wasn't lyla to fetch him information on the anomalies you all were monitoring, but the only search results siri gave him were the definition of anomaly and earth-1218 search results from fan pages.

"hey mig." you greeted him as miguel sighed and tried to compose himself. "how are you holding up?" you asked him, knowing full well he was losing his mind over the countless notifications he was getting from his chats from peter b that were all just pictures of mayday and his keyboard mashing over how cute his daughter was. "i'm barely holding on, to be honest." he said as he forcefully scrolled on the screen, which ended up in it being scuffed and scratched on by his talons.

"puta." he muttered as he looked at the now scratched screen. you took the phone from his hands and asked him what he was going to do, with him explaining he just wanted to dismiss the incessant notifications from peter b. you set his phone on a 'do not disturb' mode and shut off his notifications from peter b in an instant. "that's all you have to do, really." you explained as you handed the phone back to him, with his eyes following yours as you smiled up at him. "ah, thank you." he said as he took his reading glasses and tried to read a text that came his way. "congratulations, you have won a 100,000 dollars. email this contact to claim your reward... but i didn't do anything?" he remarked aloud, confused. "oh, that's spam. just ignore it, delete i--" he was calling the fucking number.

"hello? yeah, i didn't play any game. you texted me about a prize i didn't win, i think you have the wrong number. ...what do you mean i have to email you? just forward the message to the right individual. ...no, i'm not gonna email you, we're talking right now! look, i don't even want your prize, i make more than six figures a month. ...what do you mean you need my credit card information? hijo de puta, i'm not the guy you're looking for!" miguel screamed into the phone as he spoke to the scammer. you wanted to tell him to drop the call, but seeing him scare the scammer had made you want to watch this unfold. he was screaming curse words in spanish and repeating how he doesn't need any prizes from these hacks.

"on second thought, always call the number." you murmured to him as he angrily put the phone down. "shocking idiots, is the 20th century full of guys who can't double check numbers and force you to email them when you're already talking to them over the phone?" he asked you as you nodded slowly with a slight grin. miguel shook his head as he checked the progress on lyla's update. "17 more hours of this madness." he groaned as he buried his face in his palms. "well, you can always go on... i don't know, tiktok?" "no. we're stuck on earth 1218's internet, i've been warned by peter b it's a scary place i should never visit." "i wonder why..." you muttered as you avoided his gaze and smirked.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @fiannee @luvstarrstruck @popeheywardssecretgf @arachnoia @melovetitties @ophanimgold

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o'hara fanfiction #spiderman 2099 #atsv #atsv miguel #atsv imagines #atsv fluff #atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv x y/n #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse fluff #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader

[shdysders]

haunted

pairing: tara carpenter x reader

summary: in which tara finds herself getting a visit from you.

warnings: mentions of shooting & death

word count: 1200+

author’s note: so this is my first time actually posting my work for real people to see, so hopefully i’m not embarrassing myself. this imagine is not proof read or anything like it, so if you notice any mistakes or errors, please let me know!

"Hello Tara." Your ice cold tone caught Taras' attention, making her focus shift from the book placed between her hands to you.

When Tara had turned her head to where the voice came from, she immediately regretted her decision. Even though she knew who the voice belonged to, the sight still scared her.

You were standing there all pale and lean, your big eyes that was always squinted when you smiled, now looked empty.

"Y/n?.." Tara swallowed thickly, her heart racing faster by just the sight of you, standing in her bedroom. She tried moving further up the bed, feeling the need to get away.

"What are you doing here?" She asked you, heart racing as she locked eyes with you, feeling mixture of fear and confusion, her question made you tilt your head in confusion.

You started to slowly walk around Tara's room, making her jump off of her bed, her feet landing on the floor quicker than she could process.

"Please-" Tara almost yelled out when she saw you began moving, a bit too close for her liking.

You immediately stopped when you heard her loud voice, furrowing your eyebrows at your girlfriend.

"Please.. don't walk any further." She tried to speak calmer, but your hurt expression made Tara want to delete what she just said.

"I just came to check on you.." You spoke coldly, meeting Tara's brown eyes.

The look in your eyes scared Tara, there was no emotions behind them. The first thing she fell in love with you was your eyes, now the sight of them made her want to crawl out of her skin.

The frightened look in Tara's eyes made you want to laugh, how could she look scared after what she did to you? If anything, you should've be the scared one.

Tara who was now trembling with fear, but eventually she managed to find her voice, who came out more shaky than she liked. "Please, just leave."

An evil stare flashed through your eyes, but instead of leaving, you kept on adding salt to the wound.

"Don't you miss me?" You asked, voice trying to sound pity.

Tara didn't answer, she just stood there biting her lip, tears threatening to spill from her eyes because of sight you. But you didn't stop.

"Don't you miss...the way I would kiss you or....the way I would touch you." Y/n spoke slowly, now talking small towards Tara again.

"Stop." She responded quickly before you could talk any further, shaking her head and closing her eyes, telling herself it was not real.

The tears were now beginning to roll down Tara's cheeks, and her whole body was shaking too much to wipe them away.

"Don't you miss how we would lay on that exact bed and make love to each other." You kept going, making Tara full on sob.

"Please....stop." Tara voice cracked with emotion as tears streamed down her face, she tried to contain her sobs, covering her mouth with her hand, hoping to keep them hidden from Sam.

"Stop what?" You asked confused, face stiffened, not even two meters away from your girlfriend.

"Tara, why would I stop?"

Her cheeks were drenched with tears as she walked into the wall, her whole mind going blurry.

"You didn't think about stopping when you pulled that trigger, did you?"

That sentence made Tara feel sick to her stomach, like she couldn't breath and the room suddenly felt smaller. She tried to tell herself it wasn't real, none of it was. The real you would never say something like that, right? the real you would never say that if it never actually happened. But it did. It did happened.

"I'm sorry.." Tara sobbed out, louder this time. Silently repeating it over and over again, hoping that you would hear her. But Tara knew darn well that not even thousands of apologies wouldn't bring you back. Nothing could, and it was all her fault.

But when all you did was to look at Tara with those confused big eyes and a tilted head, she felt the need to continue talking.

"It was an accident.." Tara stammered, shaking her head, tears flowing continuously. Each new tear replaced by the last.

It was, it was an accident, she thought it was ghost face, and by the previous attacks she had suffered from, she learned to never ever hesitate.

But that turned out to be the biggest mistake she'd ever make, and she now had to live with it forever. You never let her forget, not when she was sleeping nor when she was awake.

You'd always show up, either flashing her your toothy smile that she'd admire every second of the day, or the evil stare she'd never seen before.

She couldn't tell Mrs Davis either, the therapist that her older sister basically forced her to see against her will.

Because if she did, she'd ask how you died, who had killed you and if that person was charged.

She couldn't bare to tell Sam either, she would go all into mom-mode, being even more protective than she already was. But it also felt like a betrayal to you, she had never asked you how you'd feel about it, but she just couldn't.

Because if she told anyone at all, there would be a chance she would never see you again, and she didn't want that. She'd rather see your evil stare, making her relive that night, or making her bawl like a baby every day, than never seeing you again. She would rather die, than never seeing you again.

But maybe that's what she deserved? Dying. She ended your life. the person she wanted to spend her whole eternity with. You wouldn't be able to turn 80, nor 20, because she had taken that away from you.

"How can you live with yourself knowing you caused this?" You had said one time, pointing to your heart, exactly where the huge red spot had been situated. And to be honest, Tara couldn't live with herself, she wanted to disappear knowing she had taken someone's life, your life, in fact.

Being haunted by you wasn't exactly helping either, although in some ways it did. Just having you close to her made her heart swell more than it should've, just like the times when you where actually there.

Just when she was about to say something again, you were gone, as if you vanished into thin air in the blink of an eye.

Like it had been the majority of the times she saw you, she was about to say something, but when she looked up, you would be gone.

She stared dumbfounded at the place you were just standing at, marks where her tears had been just seconds before was burning onto her skin.

Tara's thoughts were interrupted by a knock on her bedroom door, her sisters voice calling her name going through the thin wooden door, making her jump.

She was back to reality now, a reality that you weren't in. Maybe you would come visit tomorrow, or maybe in a few minutes again?

Tara would never know, but neither would you, because the version of you that Tara kept seeing, wasn't the version she fell in love with. It was the one that her hallucinations and trauma wanted her to see, it wanted her to see the worst.

But no matter how traumatized she was, by the opposite version or the right version of you, she would never forget you, or the reason why she is feeling haunted.

#tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #tara x reader

[sinsandsuccubus]

Say It - Chris Evans

Pairings: Chris Evans X Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ ! Sexual activity.

A/N: This is for the anon that requested Chris Evans blowing the reader's back out in his trailer. I know you wanted the reader to be short, however, I didn't specify, that way anyone can imagine it how they want. I also accidentally posted it, so I deleted it, and then remembered that it had the request attached. My apologies.

This is a blurb, which is a short story. Please enjoy!

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Please DO NOT ENGAGE if not 18+. Reader's discretion is advised. I am NOT responsible if YOU CHOOSE to continue.

Masterlist ☽☾

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"You like that don't you, you like that a lot huh?" Chris's voice echoed amongst your ears, breaking in between the sounds of skin clapping and the smell of sex. You covered your hand over your mouth, eyes rolling into the back of your head in pleasure as you took shots from behind, your butt slightly arched in the air, stomach rested flat against the cotton sheets.

You tried your best to muffle your sounds of pleasure, however, Chris wasn't having any of that. He immediately pulled out of you, spanking your ass multiple times, gasps leaving your lips while your cheeks turned bright red.

"Don't hide that shit. I didn't wait months to see you only to have you hide your sweet sounds from me. Come on sugar, let it out. Let daddy know how he makes you feel." You took another blow to the ass, moaning out softly.

"Come on, say it." He encouraged you, smacking your ass once again. He wasn't going to give up until you told him what he wanted to hear.

"Say it pretty girl... say it and daddy will give you everything you want. Tell daddy how good you feel." He presented your ass with a smack one last time before you blurted out the words he wanted to hear.

"Fur daddy, fuck, you make me feel so good. Please, fill me up, fuck me up, please please please please please." The pleads echoed your lips and before you knew it, Chris's hard-on slammed back into you again.

"Good."

"Girl."

He grunted out, picking up the pace from where he left off. He brought his fingers to your lips, instructing you to get them what before attacking your clit, eyes screwing shut from your senses.

"Fuck baby, you feel so good. And so warm, hm. Are you having a good time? Is daddy treating his princess right?"

"Mhmm, yes daddy. Fuck. M'gonna cum."

"Cum for me princess. Squeeze that tight pussy around me. Squeeze it hard so I can cum deep inside you, pump my seed into you. Breed you, make you swell with my children."

At those words, you came. Hard. Your juices flying over the warmed sheets as your body spazzed, Chris following shortly behind you.

"Ah fuck, princess fuck." He moaned out, his legs shaking behind you. Slowly he slid out, watching as the mixture of cum dribbled out onto the sheets. Slowly, you turned over to look at him, sitting up to give him a long, loving kiss.

"I love you."

"I love you more baby girl."

Before you could respond, a tapping sound came from the door of the trailer, a voice ringing from outside.

"You're on in fifteen, Chris."

"Alright, thank you."

You both waited for the sound of the footsteps to fade away before letting out a breath of air you hadn't known you were holding.

"That was close."

"Mm, I don't think so. You were hella loud baby."

"You're the one who encouraged me!" You slapped Chris's arm as he let out a chuckle, kissing your cheek.

"Touche."

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#chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans imagine #chris evans one shot #chris evans blurb #chris evans smut

[tatesdiary]

Ghosts & mommy issues

Summary Trying to find Tate ends differently when you see him crying in the basement.

word count 1792

Important note

It's probably not how anyone would react after what Tate did and if it's totally wrong I'll delete or rewrite it. But to fit the happy end this was the best way to write it :<

"Tate?" You ask into nothingness, knowing he's usually around somewhere - visible or not. Sighing when he doesn't answer you get up from your bed and walk towards the door, calling out for him while you walk towards the basement.

The closer you get, the louder some sort of… crying noises get. Confused and a little scared you open the door and walk down the stairs.

"Tate..?" You ask again, just in case he was here and just didn't hear you from upstairs (you're ignoring the fact he usually does).

When you round a few corners you find him sitting against one of the stone pillars, his head on his knees and his arms wrapped around them while crying.

Shocked, you quickly kneel next to him, taking his hands into yours, "Tate, what's up, love? What happened?" Your voice is soft and you're nearly whispering but he flinches a little anyway. He shakes his head instead of answering and keeps it buried between his knees.

"C'mon, tell me what happened. I won't judge or anything. We can go to my room if you want." It's just a suggestion but he starts whimpering, saying no multiple times.

"I'll hurt you. You can't- you can't be around me. Your dad was right," he sobs again and your heart breaks at what he said.

"Who told you that? You've never hurt me. You've only taken care of me, protected me. My dad was lying, Tate," you try looking into his eyes but his eyes are shut tight while tears are still running down his cheeks.

You let go of his hands with one of yours to cup his jaw and soothe your thumb over his cheek. "Don't cry. Whatever they told you isn't true." Making sure he's listening, you continue. "I love you. Although I know that some of the things you did weren't okay. But it didn't scare me away from you, did it? So tell me what happened. Let's talk about it."

You could gag at how much you sounded like your dad, but you focus on the boy in front of you instead. He starts getting himself back together and finally looks up. His eyes are red and teary and his hair is messier than usual.

"Oh, Tate…" once again you cup his face and keep your gaze on his. "Tell me what happened," you requested again. He exhales shakily and swallows, when he starts speaking his voice is scratchy from all the sobbing.

"You know the thing with your mom? The… rubber guy she's been talking about?" He asks and you nod, confused why he was talking about your mothers hallucinations now. "What's with him? He's not real." Tate laughs humorlessly and short at that. "That's the thing. He is. Sitting right in front of you actually." When he's done he retracts his hands and looks down again, shaking your grasp off his cheeks.

"I don't understand," you say and sit on your heels. "She wasn't imagining things. I did that to her." He swallows down a sob and tries again. "One of the ghosts, she… she lost her baby. The original owner, the Montgomery Lady. And when she found out about the new owners she asked me to get her a baby. And I-" he starts crying again and if you weren't so invested you'd make comforting him your highest priority.

"I thought it was the best thing to do! Believe me, (y/n)! I wasn't trying to hurt her!" He tries reaching out but when it's starting to register what he's talking about, you gasp and stumble back. "You… assaulted my mother?" You're hoping he's going to say no but he just stays quiet while sobbing again, "Please don't leave me, (y/n)... You're all I have, don't leave me," he whimpers.

"I- I think I need some time." You're dizzy when you get up, feeling like you're on autopilot when you walk out of the house and to the skate park you sometimes go to, knowing he wouldn't be able to follow you there.

When you're about to leave the lawn you hear him crying out for you and when you turn around he's leaning against the door frame unsteadily while crying again. "Don't leave… I'll never come again just please-" he begs but you just shake your head and leave.

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You're still sitting in the same place, unmoving when your phone rings. "Yes?" You ask at seeing your dad's name as caller ID. "Where are you? It's late already, come home please." He sounds out of it, too, so you just hum and hang up.

When you exit the place the sky is already black and the stars are bright in the sky. You don't know what you're going to do about Tate yet, after all you still loved him, even though you kind of wished you didn't. After what he did to your family, you should despise him. Instead you're worried whether he's still crying or if he's fine now.

When you get home you enter hesitantly. You're not exactly scared of Tate now, you know he wouldn't do anything to you. But it feels different now. It feels different knowing you slept in one bed with the person who did… that to your mother.

You had taken your time when you found out about his past, but this was present and this affected you closely.

"You okay?" Your dad asks when he sees you, a cup of coffee in his hand. "Uh, yeah." You agree with a small nod. "I'm gonna-" you point upstairs and slowly walk up, knowing he was watching you with a concerned look.

When you're in your room you look around and notice something new on your chalkboard. The "I love you" was messily removed, the remains smeared around the corners. Instead a big "I'm sorry" was in the middle.

You didn't know what to feel; you were a total mess of anger, betrayal and hurt. Why would he do that? You understood he had some serious mommy issues and usually did everything the other ghosts told him to but he went too far this time.

You didn't want to try and justify what he did, but accepting it was hard. With an exhausted sigh you lay down on your bed. "Tate," you say, sure he was listening. You don't know what to say next, other than just speak your thoughts. "What you did… I don't think I can forgive you. I feel guilty for spending time with you when you put my mom in so much pain." You wipe away your tears aggressively after being sure you heard a sob from the corner of your room.

"Don't do anything stupid." You pretend you don't feel the bed dipping and a hand stroking over your leg once while you're curled up.

-

It takes you another two weeks to come to terms what happened and to talk with your mom. You'd gone and asked what she thinks about the "rubber guy" three days after. She just said she's indifferent, by now so much happened that was just a minor part in her going crazy (you'd assured her she wasn't).

You were hesitant when you asked whether she would forgive him if she ever met him but she just laughed. "What's with all the questions, honey? Well. I would just want to know why he did it. Nothing would excuse it but, you know. Makes you understand it, at least." You were curious what she's say if she knew the real reason, but you weren't about to explain the whole ghost thing to her.

So, you simplified the question. "What if he did it for someone else and just… didn't know how else to do it?" She shrugged and contemplated before answering, "I would just be mad he did it this way instead of thinking of something else. I don't know, though."

You told her she forgave people too easily and she chuckled and shrugged.

-

After that talk you go into your room and sit on your bed, nervously picking at a loose thread. "Come here," you say and wait a minute until the door opens and Tate comes in. He looks worse for wear, his eyes still red and his face paler than he already is.

You tell him to sit down on the foot of your bed and he hesitantly does. "She should hate me," he just states and you know he means your mother.

"Probably."

He hangs his head and stays quiet. "I love you. But I don't know if I can see you as I did before." He sniffles and you gulp - you hated nothing more than seeing him sad.

"Are you gonna leave with your mom?" He asks and you know he's indirectly asking if you'll break up with him. "Uh.. no. Don't like my aunt and don't wanna change schools again." He exhales in a relieved way and you smile a little, amused.

"I don't know what to say. I love you and-" he's holding back the resz and you realize he's scared to dump his feelings on you (when that's what you were aiming for). "Tell me. I won't be scared or anything." He still looks uncertain and you raise your right hand, telling him to do so as well. "Pinky promise. If I break it my Pinky's gonna fall off," you explain and hook his pinky with yours (trying to ignore the obvious size difference between both your hands).

He chuckles and relaxes, "You're all I have. I don't want to lose you because of some dumb mistake. So I want to get better. I'll even continue seeing your dad. Even if he's annoying and uptight sometimes." You both laugh at that, "Most times. Not just sometimes," you correct. "I'm glad though."

Then you pull him to sit against your headboard, sitting on his lap with his arms resting around your waist and your arms laying on his shoulders. "You're acting like I'm the most normal person, when I've fallen in love with a ghost who's, like, a total psycho." He grins and you can't refrain from leaning forward and kissing him.

When you part he looks into your eyes - something he rarely did out of nervousness -, "I really love you, so much." He whispers and you melt, kissing him again.

The night ends with him in your arms and the best sleep you got for weeks.

#evan peters x reader #tate langdon x reader #tate langdon #american horror story #evan peters

[kennysimp101]

Hey! Can I request an imagine of sharky x reader- reqder was dared by beta squad to do a break up prank for YouTube on him. And how it would go and shit. Thank you!!

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PRANK: Sharky x reader ☁

A/N: Hello Anon!! I changed the prank bit instead of youtube, it's just Niko being a bitch, but here ya go 

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“WINNER” pops up and y/n jumps around her best friend, Niko, showing him an L. “Ye ye, ur just lucky” he says. Niko has been her friend since childhood, he introduced her to the beta squad, and that's when y/n and Sharky just clicked, and have been dating for 3 years. “3 times in a row is not luck but sure Niko” you reply. “If you're so sure you can beat me, why don't we raise the stakes” you propose while smirking. “How do you suggest we do that?” Niko says interested. “Whoever wins the next game, gets to dare the loser to do whatever they want and you can't say no” “Okay deal” And it starts. Mario Kart was your game, so you were not worried, but somehow Niko kept getting a bullet, and…. HE WON?!? HOW?? You sit there shocked as to what has happened while Niko now mocks you the same way you did before. “I TOLD YOU ITS LUCK” He shouts still showing you an L. You shake your head and sigh “What do you want me to do you bitch?” “No need to be salty y/n, but I do have a dare for you,” He says as he grins, worrying you. “I want you to prank Sharky by ‘breaking up’ with him” “WHAT?? Your psychotic I'm not doing that” “YOU HAVE TO, THAT WAS THE BET” “YOU'RE SUCH A BITCH OMG” you say as you accept defeat. “Do it when you see him next,” Niko says, satisfied with what he's done. 

You were gonna see Sharky right after hanging out with Niko. While you did have your own apartment, you liked staying over with him most days. You rang the bell, ready to do this dumb prank and get it over with. Thoughts raced through your head, the biggest worry being ‘What if he doesn't care and is okay with it’. You shake your head, focusing on the task at hand. Sharky opens the door, smiling as he sees you “Y/n, I missed youuu” he says as he hugs you. You smile but remember what you need to do. You put your hand on his chest, pushing him slightly. “Let's sit down, we need to talk”, Sharky looks at you confused “Is everything okay y/n?” You ignore him and walk and sit on the couch, this is gonna be harder than you thought. 

Sharky sits opposite you, still confused, waiting for you to explain what's happening. “I think we should break up,” you say, trying so hard not to break character. “What.” He said shocked. “Why, what happened, did I do something?” “No no, I just think it'll be better for us, you know help us focus on our own stuff cause we already don't have enough time” you reply, making some reason up “Y/n, if this is about filming, I'll stop to spend time with you, please don't do this” His voice cracking up, as his eyes are tearing up. You want to just hug him, and tell him this is so dumb, but you decide that you need to do a bit more. “It's not you sharks, it's me. Yk with all the girls liking you, I just can't handle it” This wasn't true at all. Yeah, he did get a lot of female attention, but at the end of the day, he was your boyfriend so you didn't care. “Y/n, I will delete all my socials, everything, block every girl trying anything, just please don't leave '' He's sobbing, you couldn't take it anymore. 

You get up, and hug him “I'm not breaking you with you, I love you sharks” “What?” “I'm not breaking up with you, it's just some dumb dare Niko gave me cause of a bet,” You say, stroking Sharky’s hair, calming him down. “Omg you gave me a heart attack, I was so scared” you giggled at this, shaking your head. “I'm not leaving don't worry, I love you” You kiss his head while cuddling him. “I love you too y/n, but dont pull dumb shit like this on me again” “I won't, I won't” you reply “Also Niko is getting a beating the next time we meet” “Let me help you” Both of you giggle before cuddling on the couch and falling asleep.

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Well, thats the first one. I hope yall like it and keep giving suggestions and requests. Also, shout out @g-xix cause reading her oneshots has got me back into writing Next up will probably be a smut of either kenny or Tobi but we'll see

Anyways love yall <33

#sharky #beta squad #sharky x reader #breakup #niko omilana #chunkz #aj shabeel #king kenny #x reader #fem reader #sidemen

[imbeingchokeholded]

Getting Clean

I need to be put into jail, stupid Scottish bitch.

Anyway this is probably lowkey just gonna be smut completely lmao.

I promise the soap pun titles will end.

Also so sorry this took so long because my mind is an enigma and writing for either the COD fandom or the RDR2 fandom has been deleted out of my mind.

Lets go lmao

WARNINGS!: female reader because im a woman and soap makes me yell real loud (nothing against him being shipped with male readers or 141, good for him what a king), NSFW, fuckin, im so bad at warnings just know its gonna be fuckin happenin, choking?? Voice kink???? Breeding kink for SURE. Just major NSFW basically porn with negative plot. Like... .5 plot.

Scottish slang/words may be inccorect due to using google, so please lemme know if its wrong, I'll happily fix it.

I am so sorry for spelling mistakes i finished this at like 2am

The mess hall seemed way too empty, everyone was out on missions, covert, recon, whatever, and while there was a shit ton of others there on base, without most of the 141 team it just felt....wrong.

You sigh and look at your food. It's not that it's bad food. In fact, it looks delicious, but sitting alone, at this massive table that usually you shared with Ghost, Gaz, Rudy and Alejandro, as well as Soap, just made you feel...down.

They were easily the people you were closest too on base. Working so closely with them it was only a matter of time before it happened. All of you were close friends, it was rare for any of you to stray from the group and talk to anyone else.

So today, sitting in the mess hall, was no different.

You stare at the food a little longer, and poke it around with your fork, that strange foreign feeling in your chest.

"Aye Lass, lookin' at it like tha' cannaé change how it tastes."

You smile and twist your head to look at Soap as he nears the table, a tray of food of his own in his hands.

"Johnny! I didn't know you were here!" You smile wider as he takes a seat next to you, and chuckle as he takes a bite of food from his tray.

"Ah, I jus' got back from a mission not too long ago, Price is givin' me a wei break."

You nod and smile at him, your heart seems a little lighter now, someone who you're far closer to now with you.

Plus it was Johnny, how could you not be happy around him? He was the obnoxious fun loving one of the group, he could be serious yes, but it was rare. Most days he joked, laughed, spat out witty sarcastic comments at everyone who passed.

You supposed that was part of the reason you'd grown to have such deep feelings for him in the first place.

Of course you'd never tell him that, you were far too nervous to do that.

Handsome, sweet, a deep voice, which had a Scottish accent on top of it? You could listen to him speak about nonsense for the entire day.

Sometimes missions with him were absolute hell.

He did his job, he was a good Sargent, he knew what he was doing, trained properly, getting things done the way they needed to, but his commentary....

That damn voice of his, he didn't even need to be next to you, all he needed was that voice and his stupid little sarcastic quips.

Hell, sometimes it wasn't even in comms.

He'd yell out something simple, that shouldn't have been attractive, yet it was.

Something as simple as "Changing mags!" Could make your face heat up and turn a violent red, hell, he basically growled at the end of the sentence whenever he said it. Being near him was almost like having a bomb strapped to your chest. Threatening to go off at any second.

Everytime he said "Steamin' Jesus" you couldn't help but imagine him using it in a far more intimate senario, with a slight change of tone, and that never failed to send a flood of warmth between your legs.

You swore that he knew what he was doing too, like he could sense the tension between the two of you, or see the red on your face, but if he did he never brought it up, and for that you were thankful.

Trying to explain fraternization to Price would not be a fun experience. Not only that but bringing it up would probably make you flustered beyond speaking ablity.

"Hey, Y/N. I been talkin' yer fuckin' ear off, you still listenin'?"

You shake your head and look at him, your face feels hot and you're sure you're crimson.

"Ye alright Lass?"

That stupid nickname makes the blush worsen and you simply clear your throat.

"I'm fine Soap. Thinking."

"You can call me Johnny off duty." He laughs. "You usually do....ya nervous about something? Just a wei bit?"

His voice carries a bit of teasing tone and you can't help but feel a bit if irritation at the smug bastard.

"Not nervous, no."

"Ah, not nervous, yet red in the face....Aye...I got yer number bonnie."

He snorts and then continues to eat.

"Really?" You cross your arms and look at him. "Do you now MacTavish?"

"Pretty obvious if you ask me." He shrugs.

"Okay, so tell me then."

Your face burns at the sudden burst of confidence, and as a smirk crosses over Johnny's face you suddenly feel very foolish about what you've just said.

"Lass...tha's not very appropriate for me to say here, where anyone could hear....now is it?"

That smirk stays on his face as he lowers his voice to a low whisper as he gets the last few words out.

You swallow, and your face burns deeper.

"I don't know what you mean Johnny."

"I'm sure." He offers you a laugh and then stands, the look in his eyes makes your body shiver. "I think I'll head to my room...feel free to...visit, if you'd like."

You watch as he walks off as though nothing had happened and your entire body seems to shiver.

He sticks his hands in his jean pockets as he walks away, which you obviously noticed, because of course you did, with an ass like his.

What the hell are you gonna do? Follow him? How the hell did he figure you out so quickly? Did he mean what he said?

Little did you know Johnny was thinking similarly.

"What the hell were you thinkin'? Saying somethin' like that? Y/N does NOT feel that way about you, you probably just fucked somethin' up, fuckin' idiot."

It takes you only a matter of minutes before you stand from the table and head after Johnny, towards his room in the base.

Your heart is thumping so loudly its the only thing you can hear.

Your body seems to be reacting on its own though, your thoughts, while dirty and definetly in need of some....cleaning....ironically, are wondering what'll happen to your friendship afterwards, but your body doesn't seem to care.

Your mind races with the thought of what would happen if you were caught too, it wasn't exactly professional to fuck your coworker in the military.

When you reach his door you breathe deeply, hesitant as you raise your hand to the door. You stopped for a moment and then, you knock on the door.

Johnny opens the door nearly instantly, only a matter of seconds pass before the door knob clicks and he stands in the doorway before you, leaning against the doorframe as he looks down at you.

"Tha' was quick Lass."

"Shut up, let me in."

"Aw...c'mon now...be nice..." He lowers his voice, whispering the last two words, a smug smirk coming over his mouth.

You feel a rush of heat through your chest and look to your feet, your entire face seems to burn, your ears even feel as though they're burning.

"Please Johnny?"

You feel his hand come under your chin and he lifts your head to look him in the eye, not gently but not rough either.

"Try again Lass, look me in the eye."

Fuck fuck fuck fuck

"Please let me in, you stupid Scottish fuck."

"Tha's not very nice...thought I said be nice..."

You clench your jaw and stare at him, that smug grin on his face somehow managing to irritate you and make you horny all at the same time.

"Please Johnny? Let me in?"

"Ye really do want me, don't ye? Dinnaé know you felt so strongly towards me.." He smirks at you and the moves aside, dropping his hand from your chin to let you in.

You look around his room, staring at all the posters and things he has lined up on the walls. Considering this was Johnny's room....you expected it to be far dirtier, less organized, yet as you looked around at the rest of his room you noticed everything had a place, everything was neat, he didn't even have dirty clothes on the floor.

Neat and organized....despite his very chaotic and uncooridinated nature.

You're busy looking this over, viewing his room when he comes up behind you.

He leans in close.

"So, you were havin' thoughts then?" He smirks, you can feel it without even looking at him. "You? Havin' thoughts...innocent little Y/N always focused on the job Y/N....havin' thoughts like those....and about me..."

His voice lowers, it's nearly a growl, and a hand wraps around your waist, his fingers slide gently under the bottom of your shirt, touching the bare skin of your stomach, only just barely.

"Naughty...naughty..."

You look down, your face is completely red, scarlet, and it burns hotter than you thought possible.

By looking down you didn't really account for the fact that, that would only leave your neck open, and it takes all your will power you have not to make a sound when you feel Johnny's lips agains the skin there.

"I'm suprised it took you this long to notice Johnny." You breathe out, hoping your voice wouldn't give out on you.

He stops, his lips still gently placed against your skin as he speaks.

"Really now....been very noticable has it Hen?"

The nickname sends a shiver though your spine, though you know the word itself isn't the issue.

"I think so..." You breathe. "Can't you tell when my voice changes over comms sometimes?"

"Ye get that flustered...over comms? Ye don't even see me.."

He chuckles and presses another kiss to your neck, you're sure the next one he offers will be brusing.

"Not my fault..." You mumble. You've almost collapsed against him, leaning your body weight onto him, though he doesn't mind in the slightest.

"Really now...now...can ye explain to me what it is on comms that makes things so hard to focus then Hen?"

"Why must you make things difficult?"

"Difficult?"

He laughs at you and then stands up straight, his hand leaving the skin of your stomach.

He moves to his bed and takes a seat, nearly plopping down, he sits with his legs open and slaps both hands on his thighs, leaning forwards.

"It isn't difficult, it's a really easy question now Lass."

You cross your arms and look at him, watching as he leans back a little a simple smirk on his face.

"If ye really want somethin' tonight Y/N, yer gonnae have to tell me."

That smug look doesn't leave his face, rather it seems like it only gets worse as he utters out your name, emphasising it, lowering his voice as he does. To add to this you watch as his hands leave his thighs, palms upwards in a sort of shrug gesture.

He knows what gets you flustered over comms. He knows, you know he knows, but you also know he's gonna make you say it.

"You damn well know what it is Johnny."

"Oh I do, but it'll be much better when it comes out of yer mouth, preferrably with your face all red."

You swallow and look to the floor, keeping your arms crossed as you speak.

"I swear sometimes you do it on purpose. You do those damn jokes, say those fucking statements and you always lower your voice, especially if you know I'm listening. I told you how I liked your accent ONCE and now you use it everytime you can."

"Aye, I do." Again, as before, you can hear that smirk on his face. "I'll admit it. I take every chance I can."

You scrunch up your nose, refusing to look up at him.

Theres silence for a moment and then you hear him shuffle, only then do you look up.

He simply catches your gaze and makes a motion towards himself with his two middle fingers, pretty much beckoning you towards him.

Despite the stubborness you've shown earlier you can't help but follow his silent command.

As you reach him and stand inbetween his legs his hands creep over your thighs, fingers curling around the back of them, squeezing the meat of them, tightly, firmly. Just the right amount of pressure.

He looks up at you, his face a little more serious now, the smirk from earlier still lingers, but it's far less noticable.

"Ye know Y/N, I've thought about having you in here....a lot."

"Really?" You stop a moment, your body tingling, stemming from his fingertips outwards. Your mind seems a little fogged. "I thought....I thought maybe you'd invited me in here today just to...well honestly I thought you were just fucking with me Johnny, but...I couldn't just ignore it."

"Nae, no fuckin'with you, no this time."

"So...does...um...does that mean..." You swallow, struggling with your words. "Look....Johnny I think it's obvious I've liked you for a while now...are...if we're really gonna do this...I...what does it mean? Anything? Just...are we fuck buddies, or something more because...."

Your words trail off, you can't help but cross your arms, a sudden burst of what you can only assume is nearly shame creeps up through you.

Johhny's face changes, subtly, but you catch it, and you don't miss the squeeze he gives your thighs either.

"Hen, once I get a taste of you I don't think I could have anyone else."

He's quick with his movements as he slides his hands up towards your ass, and pushes you slightly closer to himself.

The action he does next is a simple one, yet it sends all kinds of feelings through you.

His tongue touches the skin of your stomach, his hand gently pushing your shirt up out of the way. He licks a stripe upwards, keeping eye contact with you as he does.

"Jesus Johnny...."

He offers a chuckle and grips your hip with his free hand just a little tighter.

"I'm gonna ask this once Bonníe," he looks at you, only a small trace of a smile on his lips. "Are ye sure ye wanna do this? I'll stop if ye say stop, but after this I won't ask again."

Your thoughts swirl in your head for a moment. Wondering if it is what you wanted. If it was worth chancing your friendship, chancing your job, getting caught fraternizing is no small penalty.

In the end your body decides for you.

You nod.

"I do."

That smile of his fits on his face slowly, showing off those pearly whites. His surprisingly sharp canines.

His tongue comes out once more, again licking up your stomach, this time he stands as he moves himself upwards, only bringing his mouth away when he reaches the area just below your breasts, letting your shirt fall back to its original place.

When he finally stands his mouth goes into good use, his lips meeting yours with a feverancy, practically a need. He fists your hair, and darts his tongue into your mouth without any hesitance.

His free hand snakes around your body, finding purchase on the plump of your asscheek.

You let out a moan against his lips which in turn pulls one from him.

Your hands wrap around the back of his neck, grabbing onto any part of him you can.

His hand nestled within your hair offers a tug, pulling your head back, taking your lips from his and exposing your neck to him.

His lips latch onto your throat, open mouthed hot kisses against your skin, making your body shiver, tingle. His tongue licks along your skin, warm, and again...hungry.

"Johnny..." You whine out his name, and your body flames up, a part of you is curious as to how he'd gotten you so needy so quickly.

The other part did not give a shit.

"So pretty when you whine like that Bonníe..."

He smiles against your skin, moving towards your jaw, still dragging his lips along your neck, refusing to leave it.

"Maybe we should see if I can get any more out of ye..."

"Johnny...we have to be careful..." You mumble. "We...we can't be caught-"

"Yer right Lass...that might even be more fun..."

He pulls back to look at you, his eyes seemed to darken with the idea that begins to plauge his mind.

"Let's see if ye can keep from screamin' huh?"

"Johnny-"

He cuts you off as his hand come up around your throat, offering a gentle squeeze to the sides as he begins to push you down to the bed.

"Do yer best for me Love." He gives you that goddamn smirk again. "Stay quiet...Can ye do that?"

You nod, your breathing becoming heavier as he stares down at you, hand still wrapped around your throat.

"Atta girl."

He coos out the words and everything in your body seems to be completely englufed in flame.

"You this charming to every girl you fuck Johnny?"

You breathe out the words, hands moving to his chest as you settle against the mattress.

"Jus' you Lass."

Rough hands slide under your shirt, over your stomach, bringing the shirt along with him.

His thumb glides up the center of your torso, pushing down slightly as he continues his movement, his other hand only leaves your throat when he needs to remove the shirt fully.

Your bra is taken off with seemingly expert practice, your breasts exposed to the air, but quickly they're found by hands and mouth.

A rough palm on one and a wet mouth sucking and licking the other.

It takes all your power not to moan, your back arching up into the feeling.

You hadn't been aware of just how touch starved you'd been.

One of your hands tangles into his mohawk, attempting to hold onto something of him.

He looks up at you, pulling away from your breasts.

"Nae, I dinnae say ye could touch lass."

"Johnny-"

"Shut tha' pretty mouth lass...see if ye can be quiet yeah?"

You nod, swallowing as he reaches for your pants. His fingers hooking under the waistband as he unbuttons them with the other.

With one swift movement he's pulled both your jeans and panties down, leaving you bare to him.

"Would ye look at tha'...such a bonnie sigh', Love..."

He smirks and moves in, hands finding your inner thighs, bringing a sigh from your lips.

Before you can say much else you feel a swipe of his tongue over your heat, already you were slick, this was certain to make the problem worse.

His grip on your inner thighs gets a little tighter as he continues with you, he moves his tongue with expertise, eating you out as though he's a man starved.

"Johnny..."

You can't help but let his name slip out, grabbing the sheets beneath you, squirming your hips against his face.

He looks up at you from his position, and even in his eyes you can see the smirk he'd wear.

It's far too soon that he pulls away, you'd been so close to your climax, so close to having that release, until he'd denied you that.

Again you whine his name, and he moves, climbing over you, grabbing your face with one hand, firmly holding your cheeks.

"Aw lass...wei bonnie...are ye feelin' a wei bit needy?"

You nod, the best you can in his grip, moving your hips against his clothed arousal, hoping for even a little bit of friction.

You give a nother small whine, this one more of a sound than that of a noise, again reaching for him, only for his other hand to pin your wrists above you.

"Ah...I told ye, nae touchin' lass"

You simply look at him, unable to do much in your senario. It's then that he kisses you, deeply, his tongue gliding against yours, the taste of your own slick in your mouth.

He lets go of your face, only to rushedly un button his pants, his problem suddenly a bit more annoying than it had been.

The moment he's free, his pants and boxers disgarded he simply looks down at you, seemingly thinking.

Its then that he grabs you by the hips and easily, effortlessly, flips you onto your stomach, running his pointer finger and thumb down your spine for a moment.

"Ye look so good from this angle love..."

He leans over you, his chest to your back, head angled right next to your ear.

He lowers that damn voice of his again.

"Can ye be a good lass fer me and arch jus' a wei bit... chest down love, ass up."

Of course you do as he asks, or rather tells, like its instinct, pressing your chest further into the bed, raising your rear higher into the air.

He leans back, taking a look at the sight in front of him, his hands going to the flesh of your ass like magnets, squeezing gently, your ass and hips, as though he can't decide which he likes better.

"Look at ye...such an obediant little lass...ye like doin' what yer told do ye? Is tha' why ye like rankin' under me? Enjoy the way I order ye around on the field? Makes ye think..."

You don't answer, focused on the feel of his hands, its only when he moves one of those hands to the back of your neck.

"I need an answer lass."

"Yes, yes I do Sir."

You can nearly feel the smirk on his face, he squeezes the back of your neck a little tighter.

"Sir?"

"Yes sir."

"Oho...I like tha' lass..."

He grabs both of your asscheeks again for a moment before you feel one leave only to feel him push into you.

You let out a groan as he pushes in, as much as you can take, to the base, you feel incredibly full. He's girthy.

"Fuck Johnny..."

You murmer.

"Nae...yer gonna call me sir from now on Love..."

You swallow, waiting for him to move.

"Do ye understand me?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good lass."

He gices you this praise and gently he moves his hips, his hand pushing your spine back into that arch you'd subtly moved away from.

His hips move slow, almost painfully so, and he knows this, teasing you with his hands gliding over your back.

"Ye look so good lass...all this jus' fer me..."

"Johnny please...."

"Aw lass...what did I jus' say?"

"Please...sir?"

"Tha's better....use yer words bonnie...what is it ye want?"

"Faster sir, please?"

You hear the small beg in your voice, sure that by the end of all this you'd be begging a lot more.

"Tha's a girl."

His hand moves to your hip, gripping hard as the other moves to your hair, grasping the roots of it, giving a tug as he moves his hips a little faster, filling you with his size, over and over again.

It's only a minute or so before he seems to loose that idea of torturing you, his pace picking up, hips snapping against yours, that slap of skin on skin, the squelch of your arousal ringing in your ears.

"Fuckkk y/n...." It comes out in nearly a growl, and he pushes your upper half further into the bed.

"Yer doin' so good bonnie...so fuckin' good..."

Another maon crawls its way out of your throat, the others you'd managed to quell, small sounds here and there, but you can't stop this one.

You push your hips against his, letting your knees spread further apart trying to get him in at a deeper angle.

"Please sir, please, fuck-"

The words tumble out of your mouth before you can register what you're even trying to beg for, your figers clench at his sheets beneath you, they smell like him, everything smells like him.

"Y/N..."

His voice is a groan, it's all you hear as he shifts your position, yanking you up by your hair, bringing your back to his chest, thrusting himself upwards into you.

"Johnny...fuck!"

You find your arm going over your shoulder, wraping around the back of his neck, trying to find purchase on something

His lips latch onto your neck as though he's drawn to it, his tongue swiping over your skin and his teeth leaving bites along your throat and shoulders. He breaths hard against you, inhaling your scent.

"Steamin' bloody Jesus..."

He groans, his pace picking up a little further, one hand still brusingly on your hip, the other slides down your front, fingers finding your clit easily.

It brings a moan to the surface of your lips, and rather than being scolded Johnny simply murmers another praise of 'good lass' in your ear, his hips snapping against yours, rythmic.

"Johnny-"

"Y/N..." He huffs, his fingers going faster against your bud. "'M close...need ye to tell me where..."

"Inside Johnny, please...fill me up..."

"Jesus Y/N..."

His voice is breathy, heavy against your skin as he continues, his hips getting erratic, until finally he gives a groan, shoving his face into your shoulder, riding out his climax, the feeling of his cum hitting your inner walls pushing you closer to yours.

He rides out his, moving his hips slightly, much slower than before, and keeps his hand going, trying to keep his previous pace.

"C'mon lass...ye can let go now...it's yer turn..."

He mumbles, breatheless.

It's not much longer of this praising and the movement of his fingers before you do just that, squeezing around him and moaning out his name as you finally reach that high.

As the two of you come down, breathing hard, Johnny still inside you, head leaning against your shoulder, he slips an arm around your waist and offers a gentle kiss to your shoulder.

"Thank ye lass..." he murmers. "Tha' was fun."

"Thank you Johnny."

"Ye ain't gotta thank me...I've wanted to do tha' for god knows how long."

"Maybe we can do it again sometime."

"Oh trust me lass...we will be."

#cod #soap cod #johnny mactavish #cod mwii #john mactavish #soap mactavish #soap x reader

[perictione00]

Call me Mommy

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x reader

Warnings: Use of curse words, smut.

Synopsis: You give Gojo a taste of his own medicine.

Jujutsu Kaisen Masterlist

"You like that, Mr. Gojo", you said with doe eyes as you continued stripteasing the old man. You knew he was getting hard; it wasn't just some skin but the traditional Gojo clan kimono that did the magic. You started undoing the obi belt, revealing more of your body, leaving barely anything for imagination, but of course, you turned away to torment him more.

"Come on, sweetheart, this is torture", he said, standing up from the couch while taking off his office shirt. He was well-built for someone his age. Maybe this was gonna be much easier than you expected.

You got on your knees, trying your best to look as submissive and appealing as you could. Unbuckling his belt, you cupped his bulge, making him sigh. He looked at you with a loving gaze, and that right there was what you needed for your plans with him. Before you could think further, he got down to your level and kissed you deeply. Fuck, this is getting good.

You and Gojo had fucked around a few times, so you knew how weirdly kinky and adventurous he was when it came to sex. What you never expected was your friend showing you Gojo's sex tape online. It wasn't even surprising, but what shocked you was you. Yeah, that asshole had the audacity to not only make but upload the sex tape, including you, online without your consent. This shit was serious because, unlike Gojo, you had a job and a great reputation to maintain. It could not only embarrass the hell outta you but could get you ostracized socially or, even worse, get you fired. You were not gonna let a fucking manchild disrupt your life.

On your way to his infamous farmhouse, you kept checking your cell phone out of fear. You did not want a colleague of yours to find out about this. Once you reached the destination, you saw a few women coming out. Like, what were you even expecting? As you opened the door, you saw Gojo wearing a bunny outfit, showing his pole dancing skills. Now that was a sight for sore eyes. You wondered how someone could look so delicious but act like a total moron at the same time; however, that's not what you're here for. "You spoiled fucking whore", you begin as you move closer to him. "Wanna tell me about the stunt you pulled?"

"Oh babyyy, I don't remember telling you about my humiliation kink, but please don't stop", he said as he sat down in an intentionally sultry position. You were sure he knew about the effect he had on people, but today's not the day. Standing right in front of him, you slid your hands into his hair and pulled em before asking, "Would my lovely bitch like to explain why the fuck was a sex tape made and uploaded online without my permission?"

"Shit, babe-", you cut him off before he could continue, saying, "No, Gojo, you don't get to enjoy this situation; I'm serious right now. Delete that video right now; I don't care how many procedures it requires, I want it off the internet and your cellphone. Every fucking duplicate, deleted, RIGHT NOW!"

"Calm down, hon, why don't we have some fun", he said as his hands made their way to your ass, "we can talk, but let's be comfortable first, no?"

"No. No, Gojo I'm not kiddin right now; delete that shit, or just gimme your cellphone; I'll do it myself". Before you could search for it, he pulled out his mobile and said, "I'll comply with your wishes...I guess, but what's in it for me hmm?"

You've had enough; you already had a long day, and now he was getting on your last nerve. "Nothing. You don't get anything, Gojo; just by doing this, you've already compromised my job, and who knows what? So just stop irritating me and do it".

"Okay, okay, woah, grumpy pants I will delete it from the internet, but at least lemme keep a cop-", he stopped and started laughing as he saw you glaring in his direction. "You know you can always join my company if things go downhill", he said while deleting the last copy as you replied, "I'd never wanna work under you".

"You sure loved it the other day in the hotel", of course, he said that, for which you gave him the finger.

Fast forward: a spineless coward got you fired by spreading rumors about your risqué incident, and now you were planning to get back to Gojo Satoru. You knew no sex tape, rumors, or false accusations could shame or humiliate him, so your petty self came up with the greatest idea of all time, and you knew it was going to work.

And that's how you ended up on your knees in front of Gojo Sr. It wasn't hard to have him wrapped around your fingers, and it was just a plus that he was far more fun than you imagined him to be. Because Gojo's daddy issues portrayed him like a villain, you couldn't imagine him having such a huge dick, and he was so good at using it too, you hit a total jackpot.

You moaned loudly as you rode him, with his hands on your ass, helping you move better.

You loved how his expert fingers always found your clit helping you reach your orgasm right before he came. You rode through your orgasm as he kissed you deeply. "Fuck...fuck, are you okay, love?", he asked. "Never been better", you said as you pecked his lips again. You got ready to go back home after a shower together, as he was staying back for some work. It was all going well; you knew a confession was coming your way any day. You took more time with your heels to catch the perfect timing for something before you went out of the office.

As you walked out, you smiled when you saw the elevator door opening and a dumbfounded Gojo Satoru making his way to you. "Why—not trying to be rude, but why are you here?", he questioned as he looked back and forth between his father's office door and you.

"Oh, Daddy just needed some help, so Mommy came to the rescue".

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[storyofmychoices]

Sticks & Stones...

I'm sure we've all heard the phrase, "Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me". Little kids learn it to counteract mean words said at playtime. It seems logical, physical harm should hurt more than words, but I think we all know from experience, that's just not true.

I didn't want to address this. I learned years ago in this fandom that if you address drama or anons it never ends well. However, I feel like this has to be said not necessarily for me, but maybe for younger me who wasn't as strong.

I received an anon that told me to kill myself because they didn't like a fic I wrote (I guess). I deleted the message because it's not worth my time. But those words are so hurtful. I thought back to younger me. Middle school me. High school me. Even early college me... I don't think that version of me would be strong enough to delete that message.

That version of me would hold onto it, perseverate on it, and those words would swirl in my mind and the anxiety and depression would tell me that's what people think. That's what you should do. I know logically that's stupid and it's an anon, delete and move on. But mentally, I wasn't strong enough...

I know that version of me is not alone. I know there are people in this fandom who struggle daily with their mental health. I know how hard it is for them. I can't imagine one of them getting a message like that.

Using language that promotes harm, like telling someone to "kill yourself," is harmful in so many ways. Whether you actually mean it and think that person should die, or you think it's just a phrase you say when you're angry, bored, or wanting to start drama, it's not okay. I'd love to say choose kindness and don't send any hate but I know that's not the world we live in.

However phrases like "kill yourself" are beyond the line. You cannot predict the mental state of the person you're sending it to. How would you actually feel if that person went through with it? What if their death is on your hands? Would you be okay with that? Would you be okay if the police came to your door and said you led to that person's death? (Don't think that happens? It does, the state police and FBI do investigate digital threats. I know because I work with kids who make and receive threats and have had to deal with the FBI investigating them... and anon doesn't matter the FBI will track the IP address). I don't want that for anyone here. So please, choose your words wisely.

If you are in a bad place and lashing out is all you have, come talk to me or someone else in this fandom. I know that it is hurt people that hurt other people. I know if you are sending words like that you've been hurt. Let's break the cycle together!

This post is not targeted toward any one person. Yes, it was motivated by the anon I got, but I really hope that anyone who has ever used that phrase might read this and take it to heart.

Please choose kindness or nothing at all. Our fandom is small enough. I don't want to see other people leave because they feel pushed out or leave because they did something they can't take back.

Oh, and to anyone who has received harmful words like that. You are not alone. You can come to me or others to talk. Please don't believe those words. You are stronger and better than that!

I'm not sure how to end this so, here is a cute picture:

#dani rambles #choose kindness #anon hate #spreadkindness #choose your words #spread kindness

[squirmhoney]

His Brother's Girlfriend

A/N: Im sick, this is sick and messed up. But I love it. Warnings: Dark! Yandere!Aegon. Overstimulation. Non Con. Dub Con. Smut. Fingering. Oral (f recieving) p in v. 18+ Blindfolds. A bit of praise. Pairing: Aegon Targaryen x Reader Word count: 2.3k

Master list Part Two Part Three

Aegon didn't exactly think this through, he never thought much through actually. Only thing he thought was when he saw the picture of you on his brothers phone, he knew he had to have you.

But he couldn't just waltz in and steal you from Aemond, you were head over heels for him. He had to go about this in the right way and when he realised Aemond was leaving for the weekend on a business trip with their father, Aegon knew it was perfect timing.

So, he went with it. He texted you pretending to be Aemond, telling you all lewd things he wanted to do with you, before telling you to be wearing a blindfold and dressed in a lingerie set he'd have sent to your house. Then he deleted every single message but realising that wasn't enough, he hid Aemond's phone. With Aemond so desperate to go on this trip, he went without his phone deciding he'd find it when he got back.

Aegon was grinning when he got to yours, feeling his victory before even stepping foot into your apartment complex. He had found Aemond's key to your place which meant it must of been serious between you two. However, the thought didn’t make him feel any sort of guilt, only urging him forward even more.

There was a smell to the air as he slid in, sweet honey. He closed his eyes, letting out a deep sigh as he just stood there. The door closed behind him, making a click as it locked back into place.

"Aemond," your voice called from another room. "Is that you?"

Aegon took another breath, trying to gain composure at the sound of your voice. Your voice was soft and deeper than he had imagined, something alluring about it. He followed it, walking to a slightly open door in the corner of the room.

He pushed the door further open, finally getting to see you in person for the first time. He clenched his fist, biting his hand down on it as he stared at you. The underwear was perfect for you, mesh material that basically left you bear before him. You were kneeling on the bed, patiently waiting for him, like the good girl you were.

His footsteps were the first thing you could hear and then the click of the bedroom door. Your head twisted around to where you thought he was, eyes completely covered by the blindfold you had tied behind your head. The next thing you heard was his clothes dropping to the floor, counting the items in your head.

"Aemond," you said, fidgeting with your hands on your thighs. "I've never done something like this before."

The innocence, he thought. Had his brother truly not ruined you, wrecked you for every man there could be. There was still some innocence there then, some virtue for him to steal.

Step by step, he moved closer to you. He was slow, circling around you until you felt his weight press down on the bed. His breath finally fanning against your neck, the sensation of it sending a delightful shiver down your neck. His fingers reached out to graze the soft skin of your shoulder, trailing down to your chest, your breasts, your stomach, only stopping at the edge of sheer panties.

"Gods, please touch me," you whispered, nipples pebbling from his touch.

Aegon grinned, moving against the bed until he rested against the headboard. Then he wrapped an arm around you, yanking you towards his chest as he placed your back to it.

You squealed, feeling your heart hammer in your chest in anticipation. Every touch from him had goosebumps covering your skin, the sensation of it sending your body into a frenzy. The coldness of his rings as his hands pulled your legs open, had you already dripping from your core. Having one sense taken away from you, made all the other senses completely amplified. The anticipation of it all was too much, making you feel on edge as his hands slid up your thighs.

When his hand reached down to your clothed cunt, you couldn't help but clench your legs shut. He tutted, hands squeezing down in a bruising grip as he pulled your legs open again. This time he wrapped his own legs around them, keeping them from opening.

One hand reached your clothed cunt, fingers sliding over it making you whimper. He chuckled sinisterly at your reaction, knowing he was going to love how responsive you were. His fingers reached up to the edge of your panties, fiddling at the band for a second before he slipped in.

You were soaked already, your wetness leaking out of you in a pool. Aegon coated his fingers in it then slid them over your folds, lathering your pussy in its juices. His fingers found your clit, rubbing soft circles into it that made sweet moans fall from your lips.

You could sense your own pleasure was doing something to him, his breath becoming slightly heavier than it normally did.

Aegon's other hand reached down, sliding against your pussy as it found your core. His fingers prodded at the entrance, seeing how you squirmed in his lap at the feel of them. He pushed two in forcefully which made you cry out, then he started to pound them in.

They felt thicker than usual and he still wore his rings not even caring how your wetness coated them. Usually he'd take them off first but this time he was letting them slip in your cunt, the coldness making the pleasure slightly unbearable.

"My love, I think I'm going to cum," you moaned, feeling only a few moments away from pleasure.

His fingers worked furiously against your clit, working you closer to the brink. Then it hit you all of a sudden, a brutal orgasm that had you wriggling around in his lap. You cried out, resting your head on his shoulder as you came completely undone.

Aegon pulled his fingers out, gently removing his legs as he brought his lips to his mouth. You could hear him sucking on his fingers, humming in admiration for how you tasted. Better than any sweetness he had before.

He moved from behind you, gently resting you on the bed as he crawled between your legs. He hovered over your body, gently brushing his lips against yours before he shoved them in a deep kiss. You reciprocated, fully surrendering as you opened your mouth to allow him access. You reached your hands up but he grabbed your wrists pushing them to your side.

The kiss was rough, all teeth and tongue as he dominated you. Nothing like you had felt before but you liked this side of Aemond, something darker than you had ever experienced before.

He trailed down from your lips, coating your face, your neck and chest in wet kisses. He moaned, hips rutting up against you when he finally got to your breasts. How could he ever forget about these? His hands groped them, kneading them like dough in his hands. Then his lips latched on to one of your nipples, finger flicking against the other. He'd switch between them, enjoying how you whimpered at this.

“Gods, you never play with my tits like this Aemond.” You grinded your hips up to him, coating his boxers as you rubbed your wetness all over him. You wanted him to know how much you were enjoying it.

How could his brother not play with your tits all the time? They were so full and round and he could already tell they’d look great bouncing his face as you rode him. Like every part of you, they should be worshipped and if he could, he’d fall asleep resting on them as his own pillows.

Noticing how needy you were, he crawled back down, head resting down between your thighs. He wrapped your thighs around his head, holding them closely. Then he looked down between your legs and groaned. The sight of your wetness even through the sheerness of your panties made his boxers feel tight. How he wanted to whisper all the things he wanted to do to you and tell you how pretty the cunt you had was.

But he couldn't.

Instead, he stuck out his tongue licking over the material as his nose rubbed against you.

"Please, don't tease me," you mewled, hips arching up into his touch.

He shoved your lips down, pressing them into the mattress as he held onto them. Then one hand reached down, peeling the panties off of you.

"Fucking prettiest cunt I've ever seen," Aegon muttered under his breath, you barely able to hear him.

Aegon lapped at your cunt, moaning at the taste of it. His hands gripped at your thighs, fingers bruising the skin as he held onto them tightly. His tongue stuck in your hole, sliding in and out of it as his nose brushed up against your clit.

Your hands fell to touch his hair, gripping on it as you pulled him further in to your cunt. His hair was rough, slight frizziness and curls to it, and it was way shorter than you were used to. Aegon tried not to panic, sucking on your cunt now as you fingers brushed through his hair.

"Your hair is shorter," you commented, voice wavering in slight confusion.

Aegon forced his fingers into, hoping it would shut you up, as he pounded them into you relentlessly. Your thighs clenched around his head, holding onto him as you whimpered loudly.

"Gods," you cried, grinding onto his face as all thoughts escaped your mind.

Your orgasm was harsher this time, washing over you as came. Your hand gripped tightly against his hair, back arching over the bed as you moaned for him. Aegon slowed his movements down, pulling his fingers out but his lips were still sucking on your cunt. His hands shoved your thighs opening, going deeper into your cunt as he drank your juices.

"It's too much," you hissed, trying to push his head away from the over stimulation.

How his brother didn’t pull multiple orgasms from you every night, blew his mind. Aegon wouldn’t leave the bed until you were over exhausted from all the pleasure he would take from you. Even then he’d still go for more, having you beg for him to stop as the pleasure mixed with pain.

He chuckled, removing himself so he could hover over you again. He removed his boxers, sliding them off as his lips grazed your neck. You felt his hardened cock press against your thigh, the thought of him finally taking you made your core clench around the air.

"You're never like this with me," you told him, hands trailing his body as his chest pressed against yours.

The stomach you felt wasn't as toned as Aemond's, more rounded then his normally was but still firm. Maybe he had put on some weight since you had last seen him which was only a week ago.

He placed himself between your folds, sliding his cock up and down your slit as he coated himself with your juices. His tip prodded at your entrance, nudging in slightly as he bit his lip at the feeling.

"Please put it in," you begged, wrapping your legs around him. You pulled him closer letting him slip in slightly more. "I want it so badly." Your voice was laced with desperation and pure need.

He pushed your legs down, pressing your thighs into his the mattress. His cock slid in fully, filling you to the brim with how he thick he was. You gasped at the feeling, your walls fluttering around him. It was painful at first which was a complete surprise to you. Aemond had never felt painful before, especially after spending his time preparing you. But Aemond had never made you feel this full before, to the point where you could feel every ridge of his cock in your spongy walls.

Something was off, you could feel it. Everything was starting to make sense to you. This wasn't Aemond on top of you, working into you at a slow agonising pace. This was someone else completely.

You bit down on your lips as you tried to cover the moans, falling off your tongue. Your fingers quickly lifted the blindfold off of your eyes, finally glancing up to meet him. His hands were reaching up to stop you but he was too late as you gazed at him.

Your face dropped as you started to panic looking up at the man that was fucking into you. He carried the same violet eyes as your boyfriends but his were much rounder. He had the platinum blond locks but they were short and unkempt, not at all like Aemond's hair.

His hands grabbed yours, holding them down as he pressed his body weight onto you, keeping you there.

"You're n-not Aemond," you stuttered, fear sinking into your body. "You're h-his brother." You choked on your words, tears brimming your eyes as he started to pound into you.

"Do you know my name, my love?" Aegon asked, grinning down at you. His eyes were dilated with dark lust that he held for you, moaning as he rutted himself into you. "Say it."

"Aegon," you moaned out, trying to wriggle from underneath him. "It's Aegon."

That fed something in Aegon, something deep and carnal as you moaned out his name. Only he wanted to be the man that's name fell from those lips as you came.

"Good girl," he grunted, slamming his hips into you harder.

"This is wrong," you sobbed, trying to push your body further into the mattress and away from him. "You need to get off of me."

"Definitely not." Aegon forced himself into you deeper, his tip hitting a place you had never felt before. His lips reached down, sucking on your nipples again as he flicked his tongue over them.

Then it hit you without warning, pushing you to climax as you squirted all over him. Your pussy clenched around him for dear life, the whole feeling of it consuming you as you cried out to him. You were a complete mess after that, speechless as he hips snapped into you.

"Have you ever done that before?" Aegon questioned, his voice taunting you.

You shook your head, eyes half lidded as you gazed up at him.

"It seems my brother doesn't treat you right." Aegon could feel himself getting closer, pace growing sloppy. "Gods I can't wait to cum into this pussy, your walls are clenching around me as if they are begging for it."

"No." You shook your head, eyes widening at his words. "No, you can't."

He ignored you, cumming inside of you as he groaned. His cum coated your walls, filling you up with every part of him. He collapsed on top of you, face nestling into your neck as he kept his cock buried deep into you. If he could, he'd stay there forever.

"My brother should of done this a long time ago," he told you, lips brushing over your trembling face. You were paralysed in fear, mind still coming around to what was going on. "But I'm here now and I'll make sure I ruin you for anybody else. Trust me on that."

You did.

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[auroradragon]

Frontier - Alejandro Vargas x Reader (Smut)

When I say I needed. I mean NEEDED an Alejandro x Reader smut. I'm so down bad for this man. In my fantasy, I've already imagined us having a whole ass family. Since there were so few Alejandro x Reader ff, I took it into my own hands. I also apologize, I've never posted smut before so please bare with me. Also why the fuck is this man SOOOO underrated. I love him SO MUCH

Summary: When group 141 and Los Vaqueros were betrayed by the shadows that you were considered close with, you rebelled against them as soon as Alejandro was knocked out. It didn't matter that you and Alejandro had a ridiculous rivalry. You still went down with him. Even while you had an odd relationship with Graves, you still chose to go against him. You were taken into custody along with Alejandro and were triggered into a manic breakdown while in the cell the two of you shared. You and Alejandro became close ever since.

Warnings: Smut, jealousy, competition, violence, PTSD, Trauma, Mental breakdowns, cursing, Alejandro being hot asf, etc.

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You entered your room with no emotion but rage. Your duffle bag lay open on your bed, still with uniform and clothing in the bag. You had multiple items like pencils and mementos you'd collected from your travels. But you just stare at them with utter disgust, it was nothing against what you owned, but all that was racing through your mind was the prison you, Alejandro, and his group were sent to, while Soap and Ghost barely got away. Not to mention how a shadow shot Soap. Then there was the personal betrayal between you and Philip

You had always told the men in your group that one of these days the emotions they hide away will come out, and it's not a matter of if it'll happen, it's a matter of when.

And for you, it happened in the prison, in front of Alejandro, he had no fucking idea what was going on. You screamed in your cell after going through a reaction from PTSD, you were having intense flashbacks and were put into a manic breakdown

To be honest with yourself, you could hardly remember what set you off, it felt like someone took a clip from the moment and deleted it. The little you could remember was a soldier whispering in your ear that he wished he could have his way with you, but couldn't because to Graves, you were off limits.

You'd struggled with a traumatic event a few years ago that led you to the state you were in, which was what set off the reaction you had and how the visions of that day and event kept playing through your mind like a fucking nightmare.

You were tossed into the cell and fell on your side with uncontrollable sobs. Alejandro was irritated at first, telling you to get up. He was always a hardass towards you, really you believed he hated you. But after a while, he soon realized it wasn't a joke and you were having a serious mental issue.

You look back at it now and thought about how that was probably the first time the two of you had an actual connection, the first time he'd been nice to you.

How he looked at you when you were terrified,

How he convinced you to sit up,

and when you did, he held you for a few minutes until your hyperventilation and tears stopped

How you two looked at each other from opposite walls, sitting on the freezing stone floor, his arms crossed as he sighs.

How he asked if you wanted to talk about it.

How you wanted to tell him what you lived with and what you had gone through, but... Knew it just wasn't the right time, and it may never be.

When the two of you made it back to a safehouse after the prison escape, Alejandro sat you down with him. Your lips and eye bags were puffed from the breakdown. He walked over to you with two mugs of coffee in hand.

"I think I'd need a real drink after this" He implied his taste for alcohol. He took his seat across from you at the small table. You met his eyes as he grinned the slightest bit. You wondered how a man could have such a pretty smile. You smiled a bit at his joke in return before taking a sip of your black coffee.

He swirls his coffee in the mug before looking back at you with curiosity invading his eyes.

"You still don't want to talk about what happened, Frontier?" You don't look back at him, instead, you shake your head 'no'

"Hm, okay" He sighs.

"Did you want to talk about Graves?" That caught your attention. Your eyes darted to his brown ones.

"There's nothing to talk about," You said just above a whisper. You take a sip of your coffee while warming up your cold hands like he never said anything.

"Señorita, don't do this," His voice was husked with his Spanish accent with a dead serious face. He placed his mug down lightly and placed his arms along the table to make himself bigger.

"I know that you and Graves..." He took a moment to find the right words, but you already knew there were no right words in this situation. Your glare was now present from irritation

"... Have a complicated relationship" His face remains serious and his gaze digs into your soul.

"....I told you I'm not a shadow" Your head tilted and your brows raised, but Alejandro kept staring at you like you were a fucking idiot.

"I'm not talking about if you were a shadow or not, I'm talking about if you had a.... personal... relationship," He clicks his tongue.

"I'm a traitor to them! What more do you want from me?!" The chair being pushed back as you stood dent a blood-curdling noise around the room.

"Tell me what the fuck your relationship was with Graves!" He stood up right after you.

"I-I don't know why this matters" You start laughing, but your eyes are glossed from forming tears.

"Y/N" He finally calmly said. It was the first time you'd heard your first name come out of his mouth. He only ever called you by Frontier, although he was also the only person in the group who knew your first and last name.

The truth was though, you and Philip were just fuck buddies, but nights after you lie next to him and wish that you two were more. You never knew Philips's feelings towards you, but you wanted him to like you as much as you liked him. Deep down though you knew it was never meant to be, and that you were just extremely lonely. The man was a walking red flag, yet you found yourself daydreaming about him.

But when you started knowing it wasn't a possibility, you took notice of Alejandro, he was definitely not the nicest person to you, but something about his aura kept drawing you towards him. You didn't know if it was his looks, his humor, or the way you just knew how much of a good person he was. You picked up on things about him and aligned them with ideas about him as a person. You imagined him to be extremely romantic, so much so that the things he'd do would be such a cliché, but you found it cute, really. But your heart sank when you realized how much you gained a liking for Alejandro.

When you were set back to the reality of what Alejandro was assuming, you knew didn't need this right now. You'd just recovered from a panic attack, and now all you could think of was Grave's betrayal. You just wanted a break, or a moment to sit and align all your emotions in a row instead of them being thrown at you continuously with no chance to think straight. So before you or Alejandro said anything else, you walked away from the table and to your assigned dorm. Alejandro stood in the same spot but watched as you walked down the hall.

After your panic attack in the prison was when Alejandro was put into a position where he could confront his own feelings toward you. Since you two met on the U.S-Mexico border, he dreaded you being a part of their group, seeing as he already didn't like shadows and really just assumed you were one too because you were American.

Alejandro kept a rivalry between the two of you, but over time he started noticing little things you do. How you bite your lip when you're in deep thought, the way your eyes flutter to keep yourself awake on the plane or the heli, the way you listened to the others in the group so well, the ways your eyes trailed all over him, and how you were always the first to ask if someone was okay. He didn't know why he cared so much but he began to think about you, day and night.

He'd be concerned and wonder if you were okay if you two weren't together. He wanted his eyes on you all the time. But his mind would trail back to Valeria's betrayal. He was heartbroken when he found out it was her, an ex-army partner, who turned against everything he stood for, it destroyed everything he knew about her, and every bit of trust against anyone who could be something of a friend or partner to him. In a way, he knew exactly what it felt like, with what was happening between you and Graves.

But when you were wrapped in his arm, shaking, and bawling, especially from you, he never wanted to let go. He memorized your scent and the way you felt, the way you fit in his arms, but what stood out to him the most was that after how rude he was to you and how much he pushed you away, you still trusted him enough to hold you and that you didn't stop him from holding you

That was the moment he realized that he was in love.

The anger spread through your body. Your shoulders were tense, and your eyes prick with tears that dared to come out. Who does he think he is? Asking that about you and Graves? You don't know why, but you just start picking up items around your room, your clothing, then empty items to clear the way, as a form of coping to clean a bit. You noticed in a cleaner room; you were able to think much better. Your mind was distracted from your mental attack and how much you grieved about Graves.

You heard your door swing open and hit the wall while doing so, it was so loud, you thought it broke a hole into the wall. “Get the fuck out of here!” You yelled not knowing who it was, not that you cared anyways. You spun your head around to see a shadow looming over you from the hall light that seeped into the midnight-black room. Alejandro might as well have teleported from where he stood because he was up to your figure before you’d even moved your body to face him.  

“Alejandro get out-” 

“No no no” His voice was low and husk 

“You don’t get to walk away in the middle of a conversation señorita” His grin was filled with hate and not a single ounce of happiness. He grasps your chin into his slender yet large hand. You grew agitated, knowing how Alejandro gets sometimes when he’s angry, his smile is like the calm before a fucking hurricane. You whimpered as he grasped harder. This was the only time the phrase ‘I smile when I get angry’ should ever be taken seriously.

“Please” Your eyes grew heavy with the shorter breaths you took 

“PLEASE answer my fucking question” Alejandro was so close; you felt his hot breath hit your lips.  

“Did you fuck Graves? Did you sleep with the enemy?” He mumbles in your ear, slips touching ever so gently, yet his slender hands still grasping your chin. 

“Let go of me” You voice was stone cold, it even shocked Alejandro enough for him to let go and give you an inch of room. 

“I see how you look at Valeria-” You glare at him 

Alejandro lets out a strained laugh, dark eyes digging into your soul. He turns his back to you and shakes his hand through his raven hair. 

“I don’t know if you two have more than a friendship in your history, but there is something there” You spit.

“Valeria is nothing to me! hasn’t been for a long time” He spits back. Your eyes relax from his words for a split second before your brows furrow again. 

“Same with Graves! So, what makes you think you have any right to say that shit?!” Your slipped calm face was back to an aggressive one. 

“You can't sit here and tell me whatever I did was right or wrong. You can’t just assume shit and, and-”  

Alejandro grasped the back of your head, hands curling into your hair. His eyes open slightly as he pressed his lips against yours. His scruff beard rubbed against your chin and his hand reached up to your face again, this time gentler and more passionate. It felt like minutes but was realistically only a second long.  

You stood not knowing what to say before wiping his saliva off your mouth and glancing from the floor back to his face from anxiety. You could FEEL the heat on your face, and you knew he felt it too. You bit your lip hard and finally looked back up to him. 

“... What-What was that for”  

“...Are you mad at me.” He doesn’t really ask, but says it more like a statement.  

You look at the ground again  

“... No” You admitted before looking up at him with your chin down, with wide eyes 

“Don’t look at me like that” 

“Why?” You ask, but you knew exactly what you were doing but playing innocent. 

“Are you mad at me” You have no idea where the fuck your courage came from but you stepped close to him and placed your lips on his this time. Your hands trailed from his neck up to both sides of his jaw. His hands found a perch on your hips

“mierda” He silently groans as he walks backwards to the door with you still against his body. He throws the door closed and fumbles with the lock. It's so dark in your room but Alejandro didn’t intend for it to stay like that for long. He wanted to eat up everything about the way you looked, he wanted to fuck you in the light where he can memorize every part of your body. After a few moments of you kissing him against the door with pleading breaths leaving his mouth when your lips found his neck and sucked lightly. He pulled your ass in so you'd get closer to him, letting you whimper as you felt his erection coming from his cargos. When you looked up at him, his eyes were overflowing with lust. He stops what you’re doing before now pushing you towards your bed that lies in the corner of the room. He sits up over you and reaches for the bedside table to fumble with the lamp. 

“I um I don’t...” You stutter underneath him, suddenly getting insecure. The light flicked on and he took a moment to examine every detail of your face. 

“Please,” He grabs one of your hands and places a gentle kiss on it while looking down at you for your approval. Yup, you were right, this guy was one for cheesy romance, in no way were you complaining about it though. You turn your head to the side from embarrassment. 

“The light is fine” You mumble but just enough for him to hear. When you look back at him, you sit up to his level and plant a kiss on his lips, he places your head back onto the pillow while still kissing your now swollen lips.  

“Fuck look at what you do to me cariño” He grunts as he grabs your hand to place it on the bulge of his pants. You gasp at the feeling of it against your hand. You raise your other hand and fumble with the buttons. He grips your hands with his own to stop you.  

“What...” Your brows furrowed with confusion before his hands started unbuttoning your own pants. You saw how lightly his veined hands messed with your own cargos. 

“Alejandro~” You wined 

“Sé paciente,” He kissed your jaw to shut you up, while still attempting to get your pants unbuttoned. 

He successfully pulled them down enough to see your panties soaked through. He sat up to admire the view.  

“Take a picture while you're at it” You blushed in embarrassment, even through your bold facade.

“Oh, I will, cariño. But only after I've fucked you” Your cunt clenches around nothing as his words hit your core. He hears how desperate you are with each short and heavier breath that comes out of your mouth.  

He slides your panties down with your pants. Your thighs clench as soon as the cold air touches the most sensitive area. He places a hand in-between your thighs in retaliation and spreads them back apart.

"Keep them open" All you could think about is how attractive his accent is. You sit up and tug on his long sleeve black shirt

"Take it off, please~" You whimper, needing him to touch you.

"As you wish princesa" He grins as you begged under his touch. He throws his shirt across the room and rises over you. You're in utter awe of this man's build. Vaines were present in his arms, even if he wasn't flexing, he had a surprisingly thin waist and sleek abs. You swear this man was built by God's hands themselves.

He moves back down and takes a leg. He starts kissing it from your calves, his nails dig into your leg as he leaves hickies on every inch he’s kissed. You felt goosebumps trail all over your lower body as he came up to your knees, then outer thighs, then inner thighs. Your face was burning up, your throat closed in, and your eyes dared to close.

"Now," He says as he raises a kiss to your jaw.

"Are you okay with it going further?" He whispers in your ear and his lips teasing your skin.

"Fuck. Y-Yes" You felt yourself shaking already. He lets out an amused chuckle through his nose

"Alright then princesa" He moves back down to your lower half and continues where he left off. He kept sucking your inner thigh, slowly getting closer to your cunt. He takes a look at you for reassurance. You aggressively nod your head and with that, he starts kissing your slick folds, without warning he starts sucking on your clit, and hard. Your head drops back onto the pillow as you let out a moan.

"Aleja- Fuck" You feel him grin as he continues to lick and suck your clit. You moan into your arm remembering how thin the walls are in the room, not wanting anyone in the other room to hear. He takes his finger and puts it into your now dripping pussy that ached for attention. With one finger he lightly plunged it in and further. You already felt like you were about to cum but he took the moment to put in another finger and curl his fingers along the walls of your cunt. His thumb replaced where his lips were on your cunt. He started licking the area of your cunt that weren't already taken care of by his fingers.

"Don't be shy, cum in my mouth "

Your hand went from the sheets to his polished back hair. He groaned as you pulled, feeling the vibrations from his deep groan, sent you over the edge. Your legs shook around him and you were starting to lose the ability to hold in your moans. The man didn't stop until you finished cumming. You lie there breathless, and beads of sweat rolling down your forehead already. He moved up to meet your eyes again.

You place a hand on his face, and he moved down to kiss you. You felt so dirty, tasting yourself on his tongue, but you fucking loved it. You moaned into his mouth before cussing.

"Jesus- I've never finished so fucking quick-" You say stunned.

"Don't tell me you're getting tired now" He teases as he nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck.

"Me? Never" You looked back up at him with determination in your eyes. You felt his clothed cock press against your swollen clit. You whimper as you feel every inch of the fabric press against you.

"Good, 'cause we're just getting started" He simply says before sitting up to unzip his pants. You sit up as you watch how shiny his tan skin is from the sweat. His thick brows furrow as he gets frustrated with the pants. You just sat there for a moment, taking advantage of seeing the most beautiful man on earth in front of you. He gets the zipper undone and you watch as he pulls his cock out.

"O-Oh- Uhm" You out a hand over your mouth as you keep staring.

"You don't want to go any further? I can stop" He says with zero hesitation

"F-Fuck no, it's just... Big..." Your eyes meet his lustful ones.

"I can't wait anymore cariño" He sighs as he nuzzles into your neck one more time before shifting himself between your thighs. He grips your thighs, nails digging into your skin, but you find it exciting. He places his hands next your head. Your hands snake up his chest. He feels shudders run up from his core. Your hand is placed on his cheek as you give him a look of adoration.

"Are your ready for this, princesa?" He asks.

"Y-Yes" You stutter. It's strange to you because you've never been this shy when it came to Graves, he doesn't make you feel the way Alejandro makes you feel.

Alejandro slides his hand up from your pelvic bone and up to your chest. You feel his slick cock, already dripping with pre-cum barely touching your lips and your body is already trembling with shaky breath following after. He slowly puts it in with a grunt.

"Mierda~ Ah, you're so tight" His hands grip the sheets under you, and your hands involuntarily grip his biceps which gives a grin out of him. When he's completely inside, he lets you catch your breath. Without hesitation he takes it halfway out and thrusts himself back in, hitting your walls hard. You moan from the sudden action and grip his biceps so hard you swear your nails were drawing blood. He grunts with every continuing thrust.

You become a moaning mess with every thrust he gave, and your hips bucking up had become an unconscious reflex. You feel your hips and thighs cramp from the flexing, so Alejandro pushes you down to prevent you from moving your hips.

"Ale~" You whine.

"Does Graves ever make you feel this good?"

"H-Huh?" He enjoys seeing you so fucked up that you can't even comprehend what he's saying

"Baby," He grabs you chin to make you look at him while he still fucks you dry.

"Has he ever made you feel this good?" He becomes so much more dominant as soon as he brings Graves up again.

You shake your head no

"Say it then," He says with trembling breath. Your core tightens knowing how fucking jealous he gets.

"No baby, no he's never made me feel this good~" You smile as your core tightens knowing you're going to cum with him. He feels how close you are, and he's not far behind either.

"I'm all yours Alejandro, please be mine~" You beg under him. His eyes widen as you pull your arms around him into an embrace. He picks you up into his lap. He stares up at you as he rubs your thighs.

You lift yourself up, but its hard at first because of how bad your legs shake over him. You settle your hands on his bulky shoulders and put yourself into a fluid movement on top of him. He digs his face into the crook of your neck and kisses down to your breast.

"You're all fucking mine, and I'm all yours," He says as he smiles whilst looking up at you. His hands slide all over your body. His groans start turning into moans and it ignites a fire in you, that you didn't even know existed. With half lids showing, you admire how he looks underneath you.

"I'm ganna-" You start

"I know. Me too." He finishes your sentence

You finally let out the coil you've been building up for minutes. The orgasm your felt left aftershocks. Your legs kept shaking and trembling. Your sweaty head falls on Alejandro's own forehead. He finished inside of you, still thrusting out both of your orgasms. His hand finds the crape of your neck under your wet hair. He looks at you through his long lashes, and he swore to God, hes never seen a more beautiful woman in his life.

"estoy tan enamorado de ti" He whispers

"Huh?" You ask with your brain still recovering from the stimulation

"Nothing," He says before he lies back down on the bed with you still on top of him. You left yourself up and drop next to him. You turn to your side and curl into him, resting a head on his chest. He plants a kiss on your forehead before trying to get up.

You sit up confused as you watch him walk around the room naked. He puts his underwear and cargos back on. You look away, thinking you just made a mistake.

"Frontier!" He yells and you look back at him with a chunk of your clothes in his large hands, he throws them at you and you catch them with a confused look in your eyes.

"Come on" He says as he finishes putting the rest of his clothes back on. He stands along the wall as you get dressed, staring at you.

"Stop being a perv" You finish and smack him on the ribs.

He grabs a hold of your waist and pulls you into him for a kiss

"amor de mi vida"

You look up at him this time understanding what he said. You had a glowing smile on your face.

"Mi amor" You kissed him again.

....

A.N -

This is the first smut I've ever posted, so I'm sorry if it literally sucks. Also if you can't tell I didn't take a Spanish class, unfortunately, I didn't take German either, I took mother fucking Japanese, and I kind of regret not learning Spanish but you know, it's whatever. Anyways I'm so sorry if I messed up the Spanish bits, I didn't use the most reliable source, cause I used Google Translate. But if you made it to the end, thank you smmmm and I love you!

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Communications and Confessions

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader

Request: Heyyy could you please write a drabble/headcanon about Charles' communications manager behaving distantly all of a sudden because she realised she has feelings for him but then he confronts her about it, it gets a little angsty and turns out he has feelings for her too?

Warnings: bit of cursing.

a/n: i was supposed to directly answer the ask but ended up mistakenly deleting it. Luckily, i managed to copy it before 😅 also, i’m aware this is a bit more like a short imagine but i honestly couldn’t figure out how to write this as a drabble so bear with me pls!!

Somehow, over the last few race weekends, things had changed so quickly between you and Charles.

Sure, you were collegues and when you first found out how close in age the two of you were, you thought it would make things easier, especially when you became friends really quickly. If only you knew.

Fast forward a little while, you started dreading race weekends.

As his communication manager, you were often the first person he saw after the races. The first consolations were always from you and you always were one of the few first people he would hug after a win. The friendship the two of you shared definetly made that part of the job easier and less awkward. For a while, at least.

Now, you had went back to the uncomfortable shyness that had being lingering around when the two of you were first introduced last season, simply because you caught feelings for him when you knew you shouldn’t have.

Therefore, the only solution you could come up with was to distance yourself, emotionally at least and just hope for the best. The post-race hugs turned into high-fives, hanging out when it wasn’t work-related was a thing of the past and the small chatters and whispers the two of you would exchange during team meeting were long gone as well.

About three race weekends into the second half of the season, and after zero communication during summer break, Charles had enough of the unexplained cold shoulder you were giving him.

He found himself unable to stay silent about it when you greated him with pursed lips and a sorry look after the Dutch GP, immediately walking in front of him to the media pen instead of giving him the hug he was so used to getting, the one thing he looked forward to after a race.

He hid his annoyance-tinged surprise and rushed through the interviews, being a bit more curt with the interviewers than what was appreciated and what you had recommended.

You thought he had misunderstood your advice due to the way you had panicked and tripped over your words when he had leaned down to hear you, his hand on your back as you walked to the media pen.

"You didn't have to be so short with them." You noted to him as the two of you walked away from the cameras and microphones.

"You don't have to be so short with me either but, oh well. You can't always get what you want."

His defensive response startled you as the two of you made your way into the motorhome, Charles now way ahead of you, his steps hurried as he loosened the collar of his suit.

Sighing, you followed him up to him driver’s room where he immediately turned to face you.

“So… Care to explain why we’re back to strictly professional interactions?” He let himself fall into a chair, one of his arms hanging over its back as he sat challengingly.

At first, you attempted to tell him you weren't being short with him and that if you were, it wasn't on purpose but he wasn't buying it so you gave up and told him you needed to get going.

He quickly closed the door of the tiny room and blocked the way to it.

"You won't even look at me, ma chère. And i believe there's a hug i have been robbed of."

"Quit the dramatics, Charles. I need to leave."

“You’re not leaving until i figure out what the fuck changed.”

Even then, you couldn't meet his eyes, especially with the underlying disappointment in them from the race. That would just make you want to wrap him in the biggest hug. Yeah, he got P3 but you out of all people knew how little that meant to him.

“Nothing changed!” Your voice rose.

“Yes, exactly. I’m not an idiot so don’t try to get me to believe that.”

Your rubbed at your eyes in frustration, your heart racing as you realized you had no clue about how you would get yourself out of this situation.

“Why do you even care? We were barely even friends.” You snapped, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Ouch!” He grimaced, “You’re telling me all that shit meant nothing?” He tried to catch your eyes but it was all in vain.

“No… I don’t- Charles, it’s still… Fuck, i don’t know!”

"You know, for a communication manager, you're shit at communicating." He said while leaning back against the door, the suit now hanging off his hips.

"There's really nothing to communicate, Charles."

"Tell me, please."

“Tell you what?!” You faked cluelessness.

“I’m not stupid. Please, just say it, whatever it is.”

Silence reigned as your thoughts raced.

“Please.” Charles still insisted.

“Charles, please don’t make me do this.” You pleaded while tears threatened to pool in your eyes bit you immediately wiped them away, making sure he didn’t notice them.

But he did.

“Fuck…” was his response to that, taking a step closer to you, his body frozen with worry now, “You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

You sighed and looked away before murmurng the words in a whisper that was barely audible, "I kinda like you."

You checked for Charles' reaction out of the corner of your eye and found his brows raised in surpise, a slight smile on his face, all the worry disappearing in an instant. His heart was racing at those four words.

"Don't say anything." You held a hand up at him, "I'll go resign and disapper into some underground hole on the other side of the planet, maybe even on another planet altogether, forget f1 and ferrari ever existed and then we can pretend we never knew each other to begin with. Simple and easy. It's just a crush, you know? It’s no big deal, right? It-" You tried delaying having to face his reaction by rambling.

"God, do you ever shut up?" He cut you off with a laugh as he moved even closer to you, grabbing you by the hand and pulling you closer before guiding your arm onto his shoulder while his wrapped around your waist.

"What are you doing?" You questioned, retracting your hand and looking at him weirdly for a millisecond while your heart was thretening to beat out of you chest.

"Responding to the confession." He smiled, "Look at me a little."

The second you did, his lips were on yours in a delicate and quick kiss that took you by suprise and made you blush and resist a smile until he pulled away and smiled widely at you himself.

"Just like i imagined, even better than the hugs." He said before hugging you tightly anyway, his face hidden in your neck this time as he whispered to you.

"Just in case you didn't get the hint, i like you too."

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