#its so flipping pretty and not i have to take it off!! not ok.

[tinycoffeeroom]

just friends | lando norris

face claim: none ♡

request: here !

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📍 sass cafe, monaco

👤 bffstagram, landonorris liked by bffstagram, landonorris and 59,203 others

y/nstagram dj lando came out of retirement for the night🤠

landonorris 😎 only for you xx ↳ y/nstagram i'm honoured mr norris 🫡 ↳ fan i love my besties who don't know they're my besties

bffstagram bro my tummy hurts ↳ y/nstagram i'm coming round with coffee and croissants you big baby ↳ bffstagram i love my gf ♥️ y/nstagram

fan i wanna party with y/nlando so BAD dude ↳ y/nstagram if you ever find yourself in monaco hmu xx

user ew flipping off the camera so ladylike ↳ y/nstagram idk your mum quite likes my fingers 🫶 ↳ fan ☠️☠️☠️ i love her

fan bffstagram is so hot, i need her ↳ bffstagram thank u babycakes 💗

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y/nstagram rainy days in monaco 🌧️

lilymhe i deserve financial compensation for the emotional turmoil tfios sent me through ↳ y/nstagram don't,,, sat and sobbed my eyes out at the last 100 pages

fan how to lose a guy in 10 days... tfios... who hurt you y/n? ↳ y/nstagram hahahah nothing like that! i promise i'm all good!

bffstagram i still have a headache from crying at that book, next time i choose what we're reading for book club ↳ y/nstagram BORINGGGGG who doesn't love doomed romance? ↳ fan you guys have a book club? thats so cute 😭 ↳ y/nstagram yep! it's me, bff, kika, lily and flavy!! ↳ alexandrasaintmleux and no one thought to invite me?? ↳ y/nstagram come join us babe!! ❤️

landonorris wow, didn't take you for a sappy romance reader ↳ y/nstagram there's a lot you don't know about me comment deleted ↳ y/nstagram tfios can make even the iciest bitch cry (it's me, i'm the icy bitch)

landonorris also answer ur damn texts ↳ y/nstagram sorry idk how to read suddenly ↳ fan The Lando Norris gets aired, there's hope for the rest of the bitchless community ↳ landonorris dude...

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f1gossip Eagle eyed Sass Cafe goers managed to capture Lando Norris getting cosy with an unknown blonde girl. Rumoured girlfriend Y/N L/N was nowhere to be seen. Trouble in paradise for the young duo?

fan delete this rn y'all are fucking up my y/nlando chances

fan rumoured girlfriend?? i thought they were just friends ↳ fan that's what they both say, but they're always very close whenever they've been seen out together ↳ fan i'm pretty sure there was like a super grainy photo of them kissing but you can't really tell if it's either of them ↳ fan hey how about we don't speculate on people's love lives???

fan y/n has been absent from social media for like a month too ... its so over for us y/nlando'ers

fan her instagram is girlstagram! from what i could see before she went private, she posted a selfie of her and lando and they looked very close ↳ fan damn the fbi needs to hire you or smth

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y/nstagram thuggin it out (i've listened to your best american girl 34 times today i think bffstagram is about to smother me with a pillow)

fan um who hurt my bestie ???

fan whoever hurt y/n must die at the hand of my sword

fan lando norris i am in your walls FIX THIS

bffstagram i would never smother you xx also come out of ur room it is boring as FUCK out here ↳ y/nstagram damn cant a girl go through it in peace? ↳ bffstagram absolutely not, i have wine and nibbles get out here NEOOWWW or i'm breaking into ur room ↳ y/nstagram the door is open babygirl

fan ik this is a parasocial friendship but are you ok y/n? ☹️ we love you ↳ y/nstagram oh sweetie ❤️ i'll be fine, sometimes you just gotta be a lil sad y'know? thank you for asking, ily ❤️ ↳ fan ily, take care of yourself 🥺 ♥️ y/nstagram

estebanocon chérie, i don't know what's wrong but i hope you're ok! lets grab coffee soon, flavy misses you! ☺️ ↳ y/nstagram thank u este 🫶🥺 text me when you're free! tell flavy i love her 💗 ↳ flavy.barla i love you too 💕 ♥️ y/nstagram

fan no lando like, i have one (1) fear ↳ fan do not even speak that into the universe

fan after f1gossips post, i have my speculations ↳ fan dude, if he fumbled y/n he really will be lando nowins

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y/npriv absolutely not thuggin it out lads

flavy.barla chouchou (sweetheart) 💔 that's it, me and este are taking you out for lunch tomorrow ↳ y/nstagram nooo don't let me ruin your date time!! ↳ flavy.barla nope it's already done! este's booked that little restaurant you like on pl. du casino ↳ y/nstagram le salon rose?? oh i could do a little weep, i love you guys 😭 ↳ flavy.barla we love you so so much y/n 💕

lilymhe i will hit him with my golf clubs ↳ y/nstagram i haven't even mentioned anyone? ↳ lilymhe we all know their name rhymes with bando borris ↳ y/nstagram wdym we all know? who else knows? ↳ flavy.barla ... me ↳ alexandrasaintmleux ^ ↳ francisca.c.gomes ^ ↳ lilynzeimer ^ ↳ heidiberger_ ^ ↳ carmenmmundt ^ ↳ kellypiquet ^ ↳ iamrebeccad ^ ↳ y/nstagram ok ok i get it damn

kellypiquet want me to ask max to rear end him with his race car? ↳ y/nstagram as if max would ever be behind lando ↳ kellypiquet 😳😳😳 ↳ y/nstagram i may l*ve him but i am also a realist ↳ y/nstagram ok no i do feel bad

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[caption 1: love of my life, apple of my eye, the thelma to my louise 💖 @/flavy.barla] [caption 2: damn stole my girl from right in front of me 😔 @/estebanocon @/flavy.barla]

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flavy.barla mon ange (my angel), you know you're the only one for me 💕 ↳ y/nstagram tell that to your giant of a boyfriend :(

estebanocon i'm not a giant 😠 ↳ y/nstagram stop reading flavy's messages weirdo ↳ y/nstagram but on a real note, thank you for dinner, i really needed it ↳ estebanocon of course, i'm not sure what lando's done but we hate seeing you so sad ↳ y/nstagram who said it had anything to do with lando? ↳ estebanocon whenever me and flavy have an argument she pulls out the mitski lyrics, i know the signs ↳ y/nstagram that's different, you and flavy are dating ↳ estebanocon and you and lando aren't???? ↳ y/nstagram what? no? we're just friends ↳ estebanocon oh mon amie naïve (my naive friend) friends don't look at each other the way the two of you do

landonorris can we talk? seen

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anyone interested in a part 2?

#lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris fanfic #lando norris social media au #f1 imagine #f1 smau #f1 social media au

[tgcg]

the master baiter

TG: dont be mad

TG: ok thats like asking water not to be wet but

CG: WATER ISN'T FUCKING WET GOD DAMMIT.

TG: look whatever remember when you said you would die for me

TG: is that karkat in the room with us right now

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CG: I'M DYING "FOR YOU" EVERY SINGLE TIME YOU PEEL OPEN THOSE SHIT-EATING LIPS YOU KEEP PULLED TAUT OVER YOUR DRONING IGNORANCE SHAFT.

TG: heheheh

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CG: YOUR WORDSLUDGE SPEARS EVERY PARTICLE OF MY BODY WITH PINPOINT STRIDERIAN IDIOCY.

TG: oh shit here we go

CG: A VERBAL BARRAGE THAT PULVERIZES MY FLESH INTO A FINE RED MIST, KILLING ME INSTANTLY. WIPING ME THE FUCK OUT, TO SUCH AN INCREDIBLE DEGREE THAT PALEONTOLOGISTS CAN'T FULLY DISCERN IF A "KARKAT" FUCKING EXISTED IN THE FIRST PLACE.

CG: THEY'D BE SCRATCHING THEIR NUGBONES OVER IT FOR FUCKING SWEEPS, IF NOT FOR THE SHOCKING REALIZATION MERE MINUTES INTO THEIR DEBATES THAT NOBODY ACTUALLY GAVE A SHIT.

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CG: AND YET THE TEMPORAL DEVICE STILL SWAYS TO AND FRO IN CONSTERNATION. VEXED BY THE COMPLETE MENTAL VACANCY PUT BEFORE IT BY MY HUMBLE SACRIFICE, BOUND BY ITS COSMIC ROLE, BEGRUDGED BY MY UNSOLICITED DEATH CLOCKING IT INTO OVERTIME. IT HAS BETTER SHIT TO DO, GOD DAMMIT! IT HAS A LUSUS AND A HIVE TO GET BACK TO!

CG: "WHAT IS THIS. WHO LET THIS ASSHOLE IN HERE," IT SAYS. THEY AREN'T EVEN QUESTIONS, JUST ORBITAL SIGHS OF AN UNCARING UNIVERSE. A REALITY NOW KEENLY AWARE OF ITS OWN LAUGH TRACK.

CG: AND ITS PENDULUM TEETERS, TENTATIVE IN ITS OWN DISBELIEF AND PROFOUND APATHY.

TG: damn

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CG: "THIS SCUMBAG ISN'T EVEN GODTIER YET," IT POINTS OUT. THE AUDIENCE FLIPS THEIR COLLECTIVE SHIT, AGHAST AT THIS REVELATION.

TG: hahaha

CG: IT WELLS UP SUCH A THRUM OF FUCKING ENNUI THAT THE TIMEPIECE FLIPS OFF-KILTER, LANDING SQUARELY IN THE "DUMBASS" ZONE WITH A "FUCK IT" LOUD ENOUGH TO REVERBERATE THROUGHOUT PARADOX SPACE.

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CG: IT THEN ELECTS TO KICK MY PATHETIC FUCKING HALF-CORPSE BACK INTO THE LIVING PLANE AND FORCE ME, VENGEFULLY FROM THE AUDACITY OF MY OWN IDIOCY, TO REPEAT THIS CYCLE AD NAUSEAM

CG: UNTIL EXISTENCE ITSELF FINALLY CROAKS UNDER THE COMBINED WEIGHT OF OUR COLOSSAL STUPIDITY.

CG: BECAUSE WHO THE FUCK WOULD I BE IF I EVER GOT TO HAVE A BREAK?

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TG: yep there he is thats him offincer

TG: the man after my own heart

TG: thats a karkat brand "soft yes" if i ever heard one and i know my karkatisms dude im a goddamn graduate in karkatology

TG: i got my degree in this shit

TG: im rocking up to our convos with the dumbass black square hat thing cocked 45 degrees

TG: literally incapable of snapping it back kinda by design of the stupid thing but damn if im not doing it anyways im emanating the snappitudes

TG: im rocking my intelligence right now

TG: also water is absolutely wet dude its like the wettest thing on the planet

CG: I'M NOT REPEATING MYSELF AGAIN

TG: yeah you are

CG: FUCK. I AM.

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CG: I SAID THE LAST THREE TIMES IT'S A CONDITIONAL TERM--

TG: and im saying its common sense like being wet isnt conditional when youre the perpetual thing of wettening

CG: NO

TG: and brother it is THE wet

TG: like following your conditional argument

TG: if water isnt wet then the other water molecules are constantly making each other fuckin wet so its a moot point

TG: great philosophical debate

TG: which came first the water or the wet?

CG: DAVE

TG: think about it all those particles are wetting each other up all the time and shit

TG: its a fucked up display

CG: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

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TG: pretty much a perpetual orgy of the elements

CG: DUDE.

TG: that sounds kinda sick actually if you dont think about what it means

TG: h2orgy

CG: HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO VETO THIS STUPID DISCUSSION--

TG: tell me im wrong dude

CG: I'M UNIVERSE-APPOINTED TO HOVER AROUND YOU POINTING OUT EVERY DUMBASS TAKE YOU HAVE FOR THE REST OF TIME.

TG: thats so beautiful to me

TG: i could cry

#davekat #dave strider #karkat vantas #homestuck #comix #the master baiter #tabbydraw #this is my answer to artblock #late nite tgcg surprise

[unlust-fvck]

"please get off my lap." "but you're so much prettier from this angle."

with chuckle sammy + will (and dreamy weamy if not its ok)

i had so much fun writing this :’) i went OVERBOARD.

schlatt- it was one of those normal work days for him; editing and playing the same clip over and over again until he deemed it perfect. you, on the other hand, found this pointless and decided to go bother him.

“jayyyyyy”

he wouldn’t even move, knowing your exact objective. he’d just let out one of those disappointed parental sighs. you’d peer into the room and quietly patter into the once spare bedroom that was now schlatt’s streaming/editing/whatever-else room. as you walked up behind him, you placed both of your palms firmly onto his shoulders and nuzzled your cheek into his, now longer, hair. inhaling deeply, you pressed a kiss to the crown of his head.

“i’m busy.”

he knew he couldn’t keep you off for long after you let out a pitiful whine. schlatt let out a sigh as his eyes fluttered closed and spun around in his chair to face you. he stared at you with an inquisitive look. you smiled, knowing you had gotten your way as your eyes flickered down to his lap, then back up to his. he shook his head.

“toots, i’m busy.”

he could repeat it until the end of time as you climbed into his lap. he gave in reluctantly as one arm wrapped around the small of your back to keep you steady. as he attempted to finish his video, you whined impatiently as you played with the neckline of his t-shirt.

“can you please get off my lap? you’re distracting me.”

“but you’re so much prettier from this angle”

he couldn’t argue with that.

charlie- as you got ready for bed, you could hear charlie humming to himself in the bedroom. just as you had finished brushing your teeth, you trotted into the bedroom and sat on the bed. you observed charlie as he tidied up the room, still humming to himself. as he laid down beside you, the humming ceased and his head plopped into your lap, his arms behind his head. you chuckled and pressed a lingering kiss to the center of his forehead. when you pulled away, you found him gazing at you. his eyes were so full of love; an adoring grin gracing his lips.

“char, you’ve got to get your head out of my lap, it’s bed time.”

he just continued to look at you as he formulated the perfect thing to say.

“but you look so pretty from this angle- n-not that you don’t look pretty all the time, im just saying that-“

you shut him up with a kiss.

ted- ted was all about domestic moments with you; everything from cooking dinners to going on dates that gave him butterflies though you had been together for years. tonight was movie night, yet you had other plans. instead of watching the movie that ted was very much interested in, you were gazing at him. the way his nose sloped down and was so cute. the way his eyes gleamed in the light of the television. he was perfect. just as you were bathing in his features, you didn’t realize how close you had gotten to him; your face inches away from his cheek. you pressed a small kiss to it and crawled into his lap for better access. before you could go any further, ted chuckled and tried to push you away, his view obstructed.

“honey pot, i can’t see. you’ve got to get off.”

you pouted and stood your ground as you pressed lingering kisses all along his face and down his neck.

“you.” kiss “just.” kiss “look.” kiss “so.” kiss “pretty.” kiss “from here.”

ted smiled and chuckled breathlessly, before taking his glasses off and sliding them onto the table. he laid down and pulled you with him as he pressed a firm kiss to your lips.

he really didn’t care if he missed the movie.

wilbur- will was a sunday morning enjoyer. he’d have his old battered book in one hand and the other drawing mindless shapes across your half asleep figure in bed. just as he was about to flip the page with his hand on you, you whined and pulled it back down. he looked at you for a moment, piecing your features together, before showing a gentle smile and placing his book down on the bed.

“s’wrong, love?”

his voice was sweet and like caramel; dripping from his lips ever-so gently. you could just melt as his hand continued moving across your collarbones and shoulders mindlessly. you huffed and nodded your head to his lap.

“i’m almost done with this chapter, not now, alright?”

you let out a whine in protest as he chuckled quietly and picked his book back up, the movements on your chest growing lazy. you knew you could push him. you scooted your head into his lap, gazing up at him from underneath his book. your eyes shined like stars; he was beautiful. wilbur let out a lighthearted sigh as he set his book down once again;

“darling, d’ya mind getting your head off my lap?”

you just shook your head, your eyes flickering to his slightly parted lips, then back up to his caramel eyes.

“you look much prettier from down here”

masterlist

#jays fics !! #wilbur soot #charlie slimecicle #jschlatt #ted nivison #chuckle sandwich #chuckle sandwich fluff #wilbur soot fluff #charlie slimecicle fluff #slimecicle fluff #jschlatt fluff #schlatt fluff #ted nivison fluff #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot x reader #slimecicle x reader #charlie slimecicle x reader #jschlatt x reader #schlatt x reader #ted nivison x reader

[fcthots]

i need to be cornered and told i’m a pathetic little crybaby who needs to be fucked until i’m nice and quiet and dumb

like…exams are too much. jason should shut my brain off and fuck me against a wall pls and thanks

-🍓

Jason was concerned. You've been staring at the same page of notes for 25 minutes. There was no possible way you were retaining the information. Your eyes appear shiny with unshed tears as you've been at it for hours. You refused to take a break because you were too stressed and he was worried about you, but he knew how important this was to you. He tried to help where he could, but this is where he draws the line. He will not ignore you and let you keep torturing yourself like this. He will not ignore your tears, but he knows you won't enjoy any break you take because you'll be stressed about not studying the entire time.

So he'll make sure you can't think.

"Okay. We're taking a break."

He watches your eyebrows predictably draw up together, puzzled. "What?"

"Mandatory break." You try to object, but the moment you open your mouth, he interrupts you. "Nuh uh. We're gonna let that pretty brain of yours have a break, ok?"

He smirks as you freeze, blood rushing to your cheeks.

"We don't have to do what you're thinking, but you are going to take a break regardless."

He finally looks into your eyes. Your pupils are blown wide and your eyes still contain the unshed tears from a moment ago's studying. You don't respond.

"D'you want me to turn your brain off pretty baby?" He chuckles when you nod enthusiastically, not a moment's hesitation. He pushes his weight up from the far side of the couch where he was sat and approaches you. His rough fingers gently hold onto your jaw in stark contrast to the words coming out of his mouth.

"Does my pathetic little crybaby need to be fucked until she's nice and quiet and dumb?" The pads of his thumbs trace your jawline and you're sure he can feel the heat under your skin. He laughs when you nod. "I think she does."

He removes his hand from your chin and uses both hands to move your legs together. He drags them up and sideways onto the couch, twisting you so your back rests against the arm. His hands move your thighs apart so that a moment later he can situate himself in between them. He uses his weight to his advantage in order to pin you to the sofa. One arm is used for support to hold some of his weight; the other worms its way into your hair. It tugs at the strands until your tilt your head up, exposing your neck, much to Jason's pleasure.

He adopts a rhythm. He grinds against you, works a hickey into your neck, and then teases you. It's intoxicating. "Gonna have to flip you over at some point, baby. Maybe I'll keep you worked up until you can't hold yourself up. Would you like that? Being all needy for me? Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll do all the work for you. Your pretty little brain won't have to do a thing. Probably for the best because the only thing you'll be able to think of is my name and how good you feel with me inside you. I'll take care of you. See if we can bring those tears back, yeah?"

God, you loved his mouth. That stupid fucking mouth.

#this is what i was thinking about while studying #dirty talk >>> the actual sex #i hope your exams go better than you'd hoped anon 🫶 #saph’s love letters #jason todd #jason todd x reader #saph’s thots #red hood #red hood x reader #jason todd imagine #jason todd x you #red hood imagine #red hood x you #jason todd smut #jason todd x reader smut #red hood smut #red hood x reader smut #smut #🍓 anon

[todayisawthewhxlewxrld]

Ok. I have a request took me a lot of courage to finally request and shat myself a couple times but anyway! A one shot where choso lives in y/ns dorm with them and he was like doing his hair and kept messing up and gave up and started crying (I FEEL LIKE THATS SOMETHING HED DO THE POOR BOY:() thennnn y/n walks in their dorm and sees him crying and then comforts him and does his hair for him!!

IF THAT AIN'T LOVE THEN I DON'T KNOW WHAT LOVE IS!

synopsis// choso is having an off day.

➚ pairing// choso x gn!reader ➚ word count// 1.4k

contents// frustrated/sad choso? idk just some hurt/comfort in a way! fluff?? could be read as either platonic or romantic doesnt really matter i supposeeee? i think it kinda reads more romantic tho

notes// anon ur actual fucking MIND. i was moved. literally right after reading ur request i opened up my notes and went to fucking WORKKK!!!! anyway sorry its so kinda all over the place but i hope u like it and it lived up to ur expectations!! n also sorry to everyone else for posting a oneshot mid smau its short n cute okay (AND ITS FUCKING CHOSO SO LIKE CMON???) i couldnt help myself !! also the title is lyrics from cupid's chokehold by gym class heroes... okay bye!

Sharing a dorm with Choso was heavenly.

Because of your conflicting schedules, half the time, you rarely actually saw each other. But even when you did, he was the type of roommate to keep to himself; he has his side of the room, and you have yours. Of course, you two talked here and there; he was actually pretty nice company whenever you two were actually in the room at the same time. But more often than not, the only time you would see him was late at night when you were just getting in to go to sleep.

Either way, the point is, you never really saw him around much. Choso was always quick and effective, so by the time you would head back to your dorm after a few of your classes, he would just be heading out or have already left.

Usually, his alarm would go off an hour before his classes, which is ample time for him. He’s done his routine hundreds of times before—doing his hair and eyeliner is practically muscle memory, and at this point he's sure he could do it in his sleep. but not today, apparently. Today his alarm goes off late—half an hour late. Which Choso isn’t panicked by, only slightly frustrated, but it's fine. That still leaves him another half an hour to get ready, so there's still plenty of time given that it only takes him 10–15 minutes to get ready, so it's fine. Everything is fine; he repeats it in his head like a mantra, like if he thinks it and says it enough, he’ll actually believe it.

Choso quickly dresses, then sits at his desk, where a little mirror sits. He sighs as he flips on a lamp and grabs his eyeliner. He doesn’t even have to think about it, instinctively taking the cap off and bringing it to his eye, only for it to crumble as it meets his waterline. Choso cusses under his breath as he blinks, attempting to get whatever fell into his eye out. When that doesn't work, he rubs his eye, only for it to spread eyeliner all across his eye and cheek. He groans, grabbing a cloth to wipe it off with, and once his face is clean, he doesn't even bother trying with his eyeliner again—looking at the time, he’s already wasted more than he wanted doing that. He’ll just do his hair and leave, or else he’ll be late.

Choso stills for a moment, forcing himself to take a deep breath to try and calm the nerves and frustration simmering beneath his skin—it's fine. He nods. Now somewhat calmer, he grabs his hair ties and gets to work… only for one of them to break as he’s trying to put his hair through it. Choso stares at himself in the mirror, eyes narrowed and swallowing harshly, as he desperately tries to ignore the rising heat going to his cheeks.

Whatever.

It's fine.

He’ll just do the other side of his hair...only for the same thing to happen. Choso can actively feel his heart racing—it's pounding against his chest and ringing in his ears—and he’s already too far gone to notice or even stop the tears from falling down his cheeks. He doesn’t really know why he’s actually crying, if he’s being honest. It’s not like this is the end of the world; he knows that, yet he can't stop himself. Too many things have gone wrong, and he’s barely woken up. First, his alarm goes off late, which isn't the most horrible thing within itself, but then his eyeliner crumbles and gets in his eye, and when he tries to wipe it away, it instead smears on his face. Then he rubs his face raw, trying to get it off, and now he can't do his fucking hair because his hair ties suddenly decided to disintegrate and snap in half.

He messily wipes at his tears and tries inhaling deeply for air in a feeble attempt to calm himself the tiniest bit down. It doesn't do anything. In fact, it makes things worse. His tears fall harder, and he’s choking in shallow breaths of air. If anyone walked in right this moment, they’d think something horrible happened, like one of his brothers died. and it's just his luck, or a very obvious lack thereof, when you walk in. Choso immediately starts scrambling to wipe his tears away and hide his face from you as you drop your things in shock—you hadn’t expected him to still be in the dorm, let alone be here crying.

“Holy shit, Choso, are you okay? What's wrong? Did something happen?” You panic, immediately running to his side.

He doesn’t say anything; he just takes in and lets out shaky breaths as he shakes his head, one arm outstretched to keep you at arm's length.

You frown and look around. For what? You’re not sure. Part of you thinks if you look hard enough, you'll find why he’s crying, but all you see are snapped hair ties, a crumbled, unsharpened eyeliner pencil, and a cloth full of eyeliner. That’s when it all starts to make sense. You smile softly at him, who's still hiding his red tear-stained face from you, before you grab his comb and a new pair of hair ties from his desk.

Choso doesn’t know what you're doing when he hears you shuffling around, and he refuses to meet your gaze, filled to the brim with embarrassment at having been caught crying, but his head involuntarily snaps up, looking at you through the mirror, when he feels you start to brush his hair. You're already staring back at him and flashing him a warm smile, not saying a word as you continue to detangle his hair.

“You don't have to do this,” he sniffles, finally calming down enough to say something.

"I know I don't," you shrug. "But I also know it sucks when it seems like nothing is working or going to plan, so..."

"I can do it myself-“

"Choso, just let me do this for you, please.”

He stares at you for a moment, studying your face as if trying to find something, and when he finds nothing but your soft eyes and willingness—your desire—to do this for him, he sighs and nods. You beam and gleefully get back to work on his hair, and Choso finds that he’s no longer embarrassed by being seen crying but rather by the fact he feels like a doll—but the worst part? It's kind of nice.

He likes having someone do this for him with no hesitation; he likes the way your fingers carefully rake through his hair to ensure there's no tangles even though you just combed it; he likes the way you don't tie the ponytails too tight like he usually does, which only results in a pounding headache he can't get rid of; he likes all of it.

He likes all of it so much so that he finds himself closing his eyes in complete bliss, drowning in your gentle touches. You poof up one of his ponytails a bit, ready to tell him you're done, when you look into the mirror and notice his eyes closed, looking like he’s in a whole other world. You can't fight your smile off as you play with his ponytail for a bit longer before slowly wrapping your arms around him and resting your head on his shoulder.

“What do you think?” You whisper, your breath softly fanning against his ear.

Choso opens his eyes, surprised to see you pretty much hugging him from behind, yet he doesn't hate it, not one bit. Too caught up about how much he does not hate this; he doesn't respond, and it makes you nervous.

“Sorry… I know they don't look exactly like how you usually do them, but-“

"No, no,” he cuts you off quickly. “They look amazing... Thank you, y/n...”

You smile, happy with his answer, as you untangle yourself from him and stand up. “You should head out now, Choso; you're late.”

He blinks, totally forgetting about class, and hurriedly stands up. "Right, thank you again,” is all he’s saying before rushing out the door.

You giggle slightly before yawning and making your way to your bed, ready for your usual nap, when Choso comes rushing back into the dorm again. You stare at him wide-eyed, and he simply stares back.

You furrow your eyebrows, confused, and are about to ask if he's okay when suddenly he blurts out:

"I wouldn’t mind if you did my hair again.”

©TODAYISAWTHEWHXLEWXRLD

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[jd07201990]

“Oh, come on Chuck! This’ll be my second time! You can’t keep forcing me to work another 40 years, just to make it to retirement and do it all again! It’s not yours or my fault that there aren’t enough young folk to take over our jobs! Hell, maybe if we paid a bit more, the few of them out there would apply!”

“It’s Lieutenant Roth, Billy. Now go change out of that equipment and take a shower. Whatever this remote does to strip away all those years, it sure does leave a young man ripe!”

“Don’t call me Billy! I haven’t been Billy in 30 years! Its Bill Damn it! And how am I supposed to explain this, again! to David?! You know he’s not into, well… this!”

“Put your shirt down Billy and quit your complaining. We’re doing something different this time, changing things up, trying something new. See, we couldn’t afford to pay higher wages all these years, because we’ve been stashing extra money away, for a new program. This remote can do a lot more than just wipe away years, Billy. The company has a whole app-store full of features, but they cost a hell of a lot. We only had enough for 2 new features, and we think it’ll really help solve this town’s aging population issue.”

“Wha… what the hell are you saying? What do you mean, something new?! Chuck, dude… you’re seriously starting to crack! What the fuck does any of this have to do with David?! And who is, “We”?!”

“I’m only going to tell you this once, son. It’s Lieutenant Roth. Now, I guess there’s no beating around the bush with you young-bloods. So I’ll get right to it. “We” is me, the Governor, and the Town Board. We investigated every possible fix, and it comes down to this. All the youth are moving out in droves, going to college, or fleeing to the city for excitement, leaving us aging folk to do the hard work around town. With the remote able to take years off a person, we’ve decided that all our current retirees, in every department, will be regressed, and the new feature we purchased will ensure you all follow your new, youthful instincts, providing us with a full generational bump in population.

You will be the hot-blooded virile stud you were way back in the day; you remember? Except this time, just as David isn’t attracted to this prime of your life look, YOU won’t be attracted to David, or any man for that matter. You see, we need all the help we can get, so with this little app, you’ll be chasing pretty women, and will certainly end up settling down, once one of them catches. Ah, by the look on your face, you know exactly what I mean.

Good, because you and the rest of the retirees are going to have your hands full, working these jobs getting paid just enough for a double-wide and a truck, leaving a trail of gals before you settle in with one, and have a whole mess of kids. "

“Ch… Lieutenant, sir… Wha… you’re insane dude! Fuckin’ totally cracked! You hear yourself! You can’t do this! I can’t be… I can’t chase… I don’t… don’t like…. Fuck… fuck dude… what the fuck are you doing?! Quit pointin’ that shit at me bro! My.. my head!”

“Don’t worry son, I’ll let you off the hook for all that mouthing off. It’s got to be rough having your brain completely flipped inside out, dumped out and filled with everything you need to be a, productive, member of society. Isn’t that right Billy?”

“Wha.. Oh, hey Lieutenant! So uh, is it ok if I head off to the showers and hit the road? Kind of a slow night huh sir? If it’d be alright, I want to go down to the Strip and hit the bar. The dudes and I figured we’d start the weekend early, ya know? Gotta get get some tail on lock before the storms hit. Thinkin’ I might run into Becka too, you know, from Thornton Stables? God she’d look real pretty, all knocked up good n’ proper!”

“Oh alright son. Go ahead, take the night off. But you’re on call. Got it! One or two beers, maybe a shot, take some cash and buy the lass one of those fruity drinks, and you treat her like a lady, young man. Got it?”

“Got it Dude! I mean Lieutenant! I’ll make a lady outa her yet! Thanks for the money too! Ya know how rough it is on the town’s wages! Although you and the Board seem to be doin’ alright. I hope I can get to where you are, Sir!”

“Don’t worry Billy, you’ve got a good 40 years or so to work your way up! Go have fun tonight!”

[elliespillowprincess]

SHES MY DRUG

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pt 1

pt 2

pt 3

a/n: this is my first ever (kinda) fic so it kinda sucks and is all over the place.. rockstar/band ellie has been on my mind too much lately so yk i had to.

c/w: modern au, reader is in college (premed), biker ellie!!! smut!, reader/ellie are high/drunk during sex, cum eating, fingering (r!receiving) mentions of smoking, drinking and drugs (reader and ellie), angst :(, fem reader, plus size reader, insecure reader, fluff, race of reader not specified, TERRIBLY WRITTEN, not proofread

WHY YOU SHOULD NOT SUPPORT NEIL DRUCKMANN

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the next morning, you wake up unsure of where you are. you look around the room, its messy and there’s clothes, food, and drinks everywhere. you lift your head and look to the right and see none other, than ellie williams.

what the fuck happened last night?

you look down, noticing you aren’t wearing the clothes you chose yesterday. you’re wearing her fucking merch, no shorts on. she’s sleeping softly, her head pressed into the pillow.

did the two of you fuck last night?

you attempt to get out of bed silently, as to not wake up the girl next to you. standing up, you try to look for your clothes so you’re at least a little covered up. you see your phone on the table, and a million text messages appear on the screen as you wake it.

lili😦: where are u?

dude i saw abby

u ok?

when did you slip away?

where are you

hello???

do u have no service?

ur scaring me y/n seriously

please answer me

im going to security

they told me you left with ellie williams????

wtf??

HELLO??

your stomach sinks as your haze ellie had over you caused you to not think straight. “fuckkkkk!!” you curse yourself, starting to type quickly.

you: omg i’m so so sorry lili

i didn’t mean to scare u

i saw abby she was saying all kinds of shit to me

i’m okay though ill be home soon

we’ll talk then ok?

you set your phone down and begin searching for the rest of your things. tripping over the bottles on the floor. as you’re about to leave, you look over at ellie. quickly, you grab a tissue and write a note for her on it. sorry, i have to go!! here’s my number if u want it? (xxx)-(xxx)-(xxxx).

“where the hell did you go?? i was so worried dude!!” lili shouts at you. you can tell she wasn’t really mad, just more concerned. you guys never go anywhere without telling each other. you have each others locations, but you absentmindedly turned it off while drunk last night. after leaving the hotel, you called an uber and headed home.

“lili im sorry, people were rude at the concert and i went to get some air!!” you defend yourself. “air? how did you end up with her? she’s trouble, y/n. did you guys fuck? were you sober?” you place both hands on your face, trying to clear your mind. “no, we just, cuddled? i don’t know.” liliana takes a deep sigh before pulling you into a tight hug. “just.. don’t do it again. you really scared me.” hugging her back, the two of you decided to go out to lunch and enjoy your day off of no classes.

“did you hear what happened with that camilla chick?” the two of you had been gossiping over your now cold soup for hours. talking about whatever drama was currently happening in your small town. suddenly, you get a text.

???: hey pretty girl.

your eyes widen and liliana immediately starts asking questions, being nosy. “what? who is it? what’d they say?? bitch tell me i can’t read your face!!” you smile as you say in shock, “it’s ellie williams!!” liliana lets out a gasp with you as she leans over the table, trying to see what she said. you turn your phone around when another text buzzes on your phone. “WOAH!!! bitch she really wants you!!” you flip around the phone to see what the girl texted you next.

???: where’d you run off to? reached for u this morning n u weren’t there

your face immediately turns a shade of pink. how is this happening? how many girls who hookup with her get a text the next day? you two didn’t even hook up!! you begin typing on your phone, more excited now. “what are you gonna say?” liliana asks you. “ummm… what should i say?” you keep typing and deleting texts, overthinking it. “ask her to hangout! you know, when you guys are sober?”

you: hey i’m so sorry!

my friend was really worried about me

i was with her and disappeared n didn’t respond

it doesn’t take long before the bubbles appear on your screen once again, a message appearing. you decide to change her contact name.

ellie🤭: don’t worry abt it

u free today?

heard there was a party on 97th tn? dk where that is

“she just basically invited me to a party! what do i say??” you look up at liliana, waiting for her to make a decision for you. “if you don’t go, ill kill you.” you weren’t a big party person in general, especially not on nights when you had an 8 am class the next day. “i don’t know, i have to wake up early tomorrow..” “she’s probably leaving town tomorrow, this might be your last chance! cmon you’re dumb if you don’t go.” you sigh, replying to her.

you: yeah i’m free!

nathan’s parties r always pretty good, he’s part of the richest family here

it was seconds before another reply came in.

ellie🤭: send me your address

picking u up at 8

it was 7:34, you’re adding touches to your makeup. you’re extremely nervous, i mean who wouldn’t be? you were about to hangout with a rockstar! you wanted to make a better impression than last night. applying a final layer of lipgloss, you look at yourself in the mirror. having asked for liliana’s help once again, you find yourself in a similar outfit to the night before. you’re wearing a pair of low rise jeans, another leather jacket to keep you warm, and her shirt. you dreaded washing it because it had the musk of cigarettes, weed, and her cologne. was it too bold to wear her shirt? probably. you tied it in the back, making it look tighter and shorter.

walking to the fridge, you grab a seltzer and wait for ellie’s text indicating she was there. plopping on the couch, liliana walks in. “look at you!! you’re bold as fuck for wearing her shirt, it looks good!” she says, sitting down next to you. “just make sure you leave your location on okay? and give me updates when you can.” you didn’t mind how much she checks on you, knowing you do the same thing. “i will, don’t worry.” the two of you talk mindlessly until you get a text.

ellie🤭: here

your heart skips a beat, and you quickly get up, grabbing your bags. walking to the front door, you take a deep breath as liliana walks behind you, waiting to lock the door after you leave. “it’ll be fun, don’t worry.”

“holy shit. you look gorgeous.” ellie says as you walk to her bike. you blush nervously as she hands you her helmet, helping you on. she’s wearing a pair of baggy jeans, paired with another one of her merch shirts. does she never get cold? “look at you! you look amazing.”

after speeding through cars, you arrive at the party. she helps you off and locks both of the helmets in her seat, grabbing your hand and leading you into the party. you were shocked at her straightforwardness, and partially worried that someone would recognize her. she notices your discomfort on your face, and asks you, “what’s wrong?” she asks, turning to you, stopping the two of you just before you step into the house. “nothing! jus worried people are gonna flock to you.” she smiles. “im only performing one song for them, ill make sure you’re right upfront ‘kay?” you smile softly and nod, following her into the house.

“next up, we got ellie williams!!” you hear the familiar voice of nathan say. “follow me.” she guides you to the front, pushing people aside to make sure you get the best view before she stands on the make-shift stage. she looks slightly annoyed, but grabs a guitar, tuning it and starting to play. cold heaven. you recognize the song as one she played at the festival the day prior. she’s strumming, singing, all while looking at you. it felt like a fantasy, it felt like the two of you were the only people in that room. girls were screaming and offering her drinks, to which she ignored. you just watched her, watched how her long fingers strummed the guitar effortlessly. how sweat dripped down her forehead. how her mouth remained opened in between lyrics.

she was hot.

your stomach began feeling warm as you sipped on whatever seltzer you found in the fridge of the house. the room felt fuzzy. the finished the song with a loud “thank you everyone!”, waving off the stage to find you. you wiggled your way out of the crowd, looking for ellie. that’s when you saw her, looking around for you when her eyes laid on yours, her face lighting up. she walks up to you, wrapping her arm around the small of your back. everything she did was so forward, but it also felt respectful.

“wanna get outta here?”

that’s how you ended up in your bedroom, sharing a blunt between the two of you on your bed. the room is filled with smoke. liliana had headed out for the night after you texted her that you were heading home, she knew. “whatcha looking at mama?” you hear ellie say. you were lost in a trance of her, admiring every little freckle on her face. her voice was raspy, and she was analyzing your expressions. “nothin’, jus you.” you smile at her. she inches closer to you, leaning in. “just me?”. her tone, her expressions, her hair falling perfectly, her hands inching closer, smoke entering your nose, everything is too much. you can’t control yourself, and the mix of alcohol and weed causes you to become confident. you lean in and grab her neck with both hands, placing a deep kiss on her lips.

what the fuck? why did you just do that? you barely know her! she probably gets girls begging for this constantly.

you’re just another girl.

she pulls you back, and looks at you closely. “are you sure? we don’t have to do anything.” you look at her, surprised at her even asking. you eagerly nod your head, looking at her expectantly. she puts the still lit joint into the ashtray next to your bed. “use your words, princess.” you grabbed her hands and placed them on your cheeks, rubbing your face into them. “yes els, i’m sure.” she smiles at you before placing a slow, soft kiss on your lips. you moan into the kiss, crawling to sit on her lap, straddling her.

she moved so she was against the headboard, with you on her lap. her long hands were wrapped around the small of your waist, pulling you closer, grinding you on her jeans. the room becomes more and more hot, your jeans begging to come off. “please…” you mumble between the kiss. she pushes your hair out of your face, “what was that baby? gotta tell me what you want.” she dips her head down, leaving marks along your neck and jaw. “fingers, mouth, you please..” you mumble incoherently. she lifts her head up, looking at you intently. “are you sure?” she asks, waiting for your response.

“more than sure.”

she lays you down on your back. she crawls on top of you. gently kissing your collarbone with your hands tangled in her hair. she gently removes your jacket, then your jeans. she takes a step back to admire you. “so fucking pretty. gonna fuck you in my shirt sound good baby?” she says, reaching under your back and unclipping your bra with ease. you can only moan in response. she lifts your- her shirt slightly so she can get a view of your boobs. air blows out of her lips when she sees them, immediately suckling onto the right bud, massaging the other. “oh fuckkk.. els..!!” you hold onto her head. she lifts her head slightly to say “is my girl sensitive?” before dipping back down to suck on the left one. my girl? did she really think of you that way?

you feel her lips travel down your stomach until her mouth is kissing the inner part of your thigh, getting close but not quite where you wanted her. you start to squirm and beg her to hurry up. “ellie please.. i need you.” she looks up at you, then down at your lacy underwear, noticing the wet spot. “let’s not waste any time then yeah? lift those hips for me.” you comply as she pulls down your underwear, immediately attacking your dripping cunt. it feels like an electric shock; the way her tongue laps at your clit, drawing circles. her skill immediately makes your back arch as you moan her name loudly. your hands are tangled in her hair as her middle finger prods at your hole, slowly slipping inside. her finger is so deep inside of you, and the feeling of her finger exiting, entering, curling, and repeating makes your pupils become blown and your vision to blur. when she adds a second finger, it’s over.

your legs are fighting to stay open and not crush her head, she’s pumping in and out of you while sloppily making out with your clit. the air smells like weed and sex, and everything is so overwhelming. you have one hand in her hair, and one gripping the sheets. she reaches up to hold your hand in hers as she fucks you fast and passionately. the intimacy from her holding your hand and moaning into your clit makes you dizzy. you feel so full of her. you feel the rope in your stomach become tighter and tighter, until you can’t hold it anymore. “ellie!! els m’gonna cum!” you babble out, tears brimming your eyes.

“give it to me, cum on my fingers, you can do it.” she somehow speeds up her pace, looking up at you and seeing how you begin to fall apart. you look down, and when you see her, everything comes loose. your orgasm rips through you as you scream her name; ears ringing, vision going white, body trembling. she fucks you through your orgasm, until you start squirming away. she places kisses along your thighs as you breathe heavily. then, she gets up without a word, going to the bathroom.

“where are you going?” you ask curiously, half expecting her to just leave. “where are your rags?” she’s rummaging through your drawers and before you can tell her where, she turns on the faucet, wetting the rag. “found it!” the water turns off and she walks up to you, still spread out on your bed, and cleans you up. you begin whimpering from the sensitivity, trying to push her away. “i know honey, just let me clean you up okay?” all of this felt too much like a relationship. sure, you’ve had plenty one night stands with people you barely knew, but this was different. she spent the time after to clean you up, kiss you, and tell you how amazing you did. you start feeling bad, wanting to return the favor. you try to pull her jeans down, when she looks up and asks you what you’re doing. “wanna make you feel good.” you tell her.

“you already did.”

after cleaning you, she puts the rag away in your hamper, crawling on the bed to cuddle with you. she admires your hickeys on your neck, and kisses them gently. you inch closer to curl into her body. “are you gonna change?” you ask her. “nah, i’m too comfy right now. hey do you wanna go get breakfast in the morning?” you look partially confused. asking, “don’t you have to leave soon? i mean, you’re still on tour no?” she smiles at you, brushing the hair from your face. “i leave at noon tomorrow.” you pout, hoping she’d stay a little longer. but what did you expect? she has her priorities. “yeah, okay. we can go.” she pulls you in closer, pulling the comforter over you to make sure you stay warm. she leans in and places a soft kiss on your forehead, causing you to drift off to sleep.

you’re riding on the back of ellie’s bike, again, speeding through the city. it’s 10:56, and the thought of this dream ending makes your stomach hurt. you’re wearing a simple outfit: jeans and a hoodie, while ellie borrowed some of yours. you arrive at the diner you’ve been to countless amounts of times living here, and hop off her bike, following her in. the two of you sit at a table, admiring one another. “do you really have to go?” you ask out of the blue. “i wish i could stay. i mean, you could always come with me?” she asks, looking at you with expectant eyes. you really wanted to go with her, but you couldn’t miss so much school. “i want to, i really do. just with school and everything..” you trail off, ellie looking slightly hurt. the rest of the meal it’s quieter; not uncomfortably but just quiet. she pays the bill, reaching her hand out to walk you out. as soon as you think you got through the meal without her getting recognized, you were wrong. a girl runs up to her, begging for a photo and an autograph. you watch the way ellie holds the girl around the waist as one of the waitresses takes the photo.

you feel sick to your stomach. why were you so jealous? i mean, you guys technically aren’t anything.

you awkwardly stand there, waiting for them to finish. when they do, she just walks out, holding the door for you. the two of you hop on her bike, heading for your house. she stops the bike, taking her helmet off and watches you get off. you take your helmet off, and go to hand it to her. “keep it, for next time.” she smiles, pulling you in for a deep kiss. next time? she smiles into the kiss, pulling you deeper. you feel like you’re floating. “you have to text me, okay? don’t go forgetting about me.” she says with a coy smile. “how could i?” she smiles at you before kissing you deeply one more time. you can’t help but think, what is this? what are you guys? will she be back? she places the helmet back on her head once again, starting her bike back up. she revs the handle as you watch her drift away. “bye!” you shout softly, but she couldn’t hear you.

will she be back?

sorry this was so short it just needed a little cliff hanger😣😣 pt 3 coming very soon!!!

#ellie williams #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams fluff #rockstar ellie #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut

[soapyghost]

Could we get captain price with a younger/inexperienced reader? Like someone who’s only had shitty hookups that didn’t care if they got off or not. He would completely ruin you for all other men omg. Like knowing that he’s the first person to really make you feel good would be so hot to him

TRUTH OR DARE? A PRICE X F! READER

A/N- I actually had a lot of fun writing this bad boy. I really hope I did this prompt justice~

W/c- 2.1k

WARNINGS- Smut, language, fingering, orgasm(s), p i v, choking, rough sex, inappropriate relations with your boss, and like a ton of SMUT. Ok cool enjoy.

Of all things, of course a children's game would be your downfall.

It all started after a you and the rest of 141 finally completed the 2 month long mission in bumfuck Russia. Safely back at the bunker, the squad pops open a bottle of whisky, bourbon to be specific, so even Ghost joined in. The game of cards long since abandoned in favor for a rousing game of Truth or Dare.

"Minx, you're turn" Soap slurs, "Truth or dare?" "Truth" you respond, after seeing the last dare done in the group you chose the hopefully safer answer. Gaz had last chosen dare and the image of his bare ass is now forever ingrained in your brain.

"Oh that is so not gonna save you missy," Price mutters, taking another sip of his drink. You raise your eyebrow at him as Soap asks "how many time has a guy made you cum in one night?". You spit out your drink at the bluntness of this question. You usually can hide your emotions pretty damn well, as it was part of your job. Your were 141's espionage agent. Their "honey pot" , which is how you got your code name, Minx. But this question, off of Johnny's drunk lips caught you off guard.

"I'm sorry, WHAT did you just ask me" you retort. "Oh you heard me." he counters. You take a sip of your glass and muse on how to get out of this one. But you know there is no way out, its either answer this question or down the rest of the bottle. Your stomach doing flips at the thought of drinking that much. After a long sigh you shrug your shoulders in defeat, "Not a single time Johnny boy" exhale. Every head in the room snaps up to stare at you in pure shock.

Johnny lets out a chuckle, "I can change that for you Sweetheart" he boldly asserts. "Johnny you couldn't figure out the difference between a pussy and an asshole" Price quips, which manages to get what sounds like a chuckle from Ghost and full on howls from the rest of the team. You feel your face redden and you look up at Price to try and come up with some snappy comeback but the words die on your lips when you see how he's looking at you. It's different now, hungry.

It's been a few months since that night in the bunker, but you can't get the image of Price's face out of your head. Are you falling for your Captain? You don't have the privilege's of loving anyone in your line of work. Not only can they be killed, but most men would lose their minds watching you flirt with mob bosses. How fragile their egos can be, but that's what makes it easy to get information. Which comes in handy on your next mission.

You slide on the little black dress laid out for you in the hotel room of some fancy 5 star hotel in the heart of Mexico. This mission was simple, get in, get close to the some high up cartel douche and get the information off the USB he's carrying. Slipping in the earpiece that is near invisible you breathe, "hear me alright lads?". "Copy" responds Price, "Loud and clear Minx. Remember the plan and stick to it." "Yes sir" you reply. The rest of the squad was outside, hiding in the shadows incase anything went awry and being subtle was no longer an option. You stalk out of the hotel room and down to the casino on the first floor, ready to outsmart yet another idiotic man. You catch the attention of every man in the room when you walk in, some even blatantly staring. You saunter over to the bar and order yourself a drink, ignoring the man at the bar trying desperately trying to get your attention. You swipe up your drink and leave him with his mouth open as you go to sit in the lounge and wait for your prey.

"Incoming now Minx" you hear Ghost breathe through your earpiece. Not a minute later incomes your target, a rather short man in an overpriced suit, Angel. All the pictures you'd been briefed with made it easy to spot him in the crowd. You take a slow sip of your drink and as he walks past you, you slowly look up at him with doe eyes. You can see in his eyes he's fallen for it hook line and sinker. After a few minutes a man in a black suit taps you on the shoulder, "Excuse me Miss. But Angel would like to speak with you" he whispers into your ear, accent thick. "Oh does he?" you respond, "well who am I to decline?"

You follow the man to the back of the casino and he leads you to an elevator. "He's on the top floor" he gestures to the door. "Gracias" you respond, voice dripping with honey. "You could work on that pronunciation." Gaz snorts in your earpiece. As the doors shut and the elevator moves you take a big gulp of air. "Shut it Gaz" you spit. The doors open to a dimly lit club, filled with music and smoke. "Hope you boys are ready for a show," you breathe as you step into the club.

He sticks out in his flashy white suit making it easy to pick him out of the crowd. You slide into his lap and purr "you wanted to see me handsome?" His hand slides onto your ass and you suppress a gag at the smell of his god awful cologne. "mmm, I've wanted to lay my hands on you from the moment you looked at me" he moans into your ear. "Well, I'm here" you murmur into his neck, placing kisses from his ear to the nape of his neck. You hand slides down his body, nearing his groin. You slip your hand into his pocket and slip the USB into your dress. "We should take this back to my room" he hums. "Mmmm, you'd think I'll just follow you anywhere?" You pull back, eyes wide, "I would feel much safer back in my room. But I need to freshen up first" you move your hand up his chest. After a few more minutes of some pretty heavy petting you get up, "you can find me in room 603" you whisper into his ear as you slink away. Of course that wasn't your room number, you weren't even going to be in this country by the time he figures that out.

The minute your outside the hotel you find a way to slip into the backstreets to rendezvous with the team. "I feel like I need to take a scalding shower for the rest of my life" you groan, still feeling his hands on your body. "Let's exfil and get you that shower, you earned it" Price smiles once he has eyes on you again. You wonder what a shower with Price might be like... you shake your head to get the image out of your mind.

After debrief and a long hot shower you get a text that surprised you

My office- 10 minutes. It's from Price. What could he possibly want with you at this hour? Your mind races with the possibilities as you leave your room, mostly of terribly dirty thoughts of being bent over Price's desk. As you approach his office door you pause, unsure of if you want to knock on the door or pretend you didn't see his text. Your curiosity gets the better of you and you rap on the door 3 times before you hear Johns gruff voice, "Come in."

You slide in the door and close it softly behind you, "You wanted to see me sir?" you choke out. The air in here thick with cigar smoke and anticipation. "Your performance on todays mission was good kid, but that's all it was, a performance." he mutters, voice low. "Sir?" you inquire. "You've never wanted to take a man to your room, none of them could please you" his words go straight to your core. "I've been thinking about this since that night in Russia" he continues, standing slowly from his desk chair, "and I know you have too" his eyes flick up to yours. They have that same hungry look from all those nights ago. You gulp, "have I now?" you tease, hoping to regain some control of the situation. "Oh you know you have love" he grumbles. In an instant his hands on your neck and your back is on the door. You let out a yelp of surprise and pleasure. His lips meet yours and the fire in your belly ignites. You had been thinking about this since that night, many times with your hands between your legs and the image of him in your mind.

"Why don't you show me then? What it should be like?" you moan as you nip at his neck. "I'm going to ruin you" he growls, flipping you around and face down onto his desk. The tone of his voice and the force he moves you around with is more than enough to get you soaked. He rips the booty shorts you wore down your legs, to reveal your bare ass, a perfect site to behold. You can hear him hum in delight at the sight of you bent over his desk. Your breathing is ragged as he takes one hand to hold your head down on the table and the other begins to rub your folds. His touch alone tightens the band in your stomach, he knows exactly what to do. "Wet already?" he croons, taking his thumb to your clit. He starts slow, moving in a circle causing your back to arch. The fire in your stomach turns into an inferno as he takes one finger and slides it into you. You gasp at the feeling of his rough callous fingers. He pushes up against you, his cock throbbing through his pants and slides in another finger. "Fuck John" you moan. "Shhh, let me show you how you deserve to be fucked" he grunts. His pace begins to quicken, fingers sliding effortlessly in and out of your hole. You've never felt this burning inferno in your stomach unless it was your own fingers. "Holy Shit John" you whine, your eyes loosing focus at how incredible this feels. "Cum for me" he commands, fingers moving at a speed you didn't know was possible. The gruff command is enough to send you spilling over the edge into an orgasm. You cry out his name as he doesn't relent. You have to bite down on your arm to ground yourself, the world going black from pleasure. "That's my girl" he praises, removing his fingers from you with a satisfying pop. Before you can catch your breath, you hear him unbuckle his pants. Shudders run through your body in anticipation for what comes next. If his fingers could do that, you can only imagine what his cock can do to you. "Ready?" he whispers. You're so fuck dumb all you can do is manage a nod, as he slides down your panties which are just a soaking mess. He teases you, moving his cock back and forth between your soaking folds before he finally slides his tip in. He's so much bigger than anyone you've ever been with, you cry out as he slides a couple inches deeper. "Breathe love" he groans through gritted teeth, "You have to relax for me". With one final thrust he's in, his size struggling against your walls. You whimper as he begins fucking you. His hand moves from your neck to your head, hands filling with your hair. Pulling your head back, he picks up his pace. Every thrust fans the flame of yet another orgasm. "Fuc- John I'm gonna- I'm gonna" you yelp. Words won't come out of your mouth, your brain to scrambled from the last orgasm. "Fuck" He grunts, and with one final punishing thrust you feel him empty inside you. His cum mixing with yours as you're thrown into yet another orgasm. His forehead on the back of your head, cigar smoke filling your senses.

"What are you doing to me Minx?" he breathes. You're still bent over the desk gasping for breath. You've never been fucked like this in your life, its nothing like those shit one night stands you've been used to. Your whole body feels like its on fire, but your head is where its the worst. Words are failing to come to your lips, all you can do is whine. He slides out of you and kisses your forehead.

"Truth or dare?" you finally gasp out. Shakily hopping up on the desk, regaining a miniscule amount of control of your body. A smirk crosses Johns mouth, "Dare" he answers.

"I dare you to make me cum again" you challenge, voice still shaky. His eyes light on fire again, "Gladly".

#price smut #captain price x reader #captain price smut #mw2 #mw2 x reader #mw2 smut #modern warfare #modern warfare 2 #price x reader #modern warfare 2 smut #captain john price #captian price

[kurosstuff]

prompt 7 or 8 with Lute, but have fem!reader be the sub 🍯

Hope you enjoy these~ I hope you don't mind I used both prompts♡♡

Warming(s) straps, first times, it's smut, small dirty talk(?), lutes attempts at praise. Detailed lf a "stomach bulge" a bit? Idk if thats a warning. Lute being mean and nice? Idk

Gonna kinda jump right into this and it's kinda short hope you don't mind

Lute x f!reader

Truly. You didn't know how you got into this mess-

Firstly- Adam sent you to retrieve Lute for a meeting, which was hours ago. But here you are in her room. On her lap making out with her "gon-gonna be late~ Adam wants you~" you whsipering moaning against her bruised lips- causing her to snarl biting at your equally if not more bruised lips

With little effort, she flipped you around, so you laid on your back under her flushed seeing her smirk "don't give a shit if I'm late~ I want one thing and one thing only~" purring out kissing you deeply groaning loudly kissing the obvious question off your lips "don't tell me you don't know~?' Seeing you shake your head, she hummed, grinding against you to feel the toy she wore

"You. Obviously. I want to fuck you"

Hearing that? Made you yelp, covering your face in embarrassment as she striped, huffing smug as she saw how in awe you are. How you peaked watching her "oh come on~ I dont bite~", grinding on your lap to feel the toy on her waist "much~" pushing your hands away kissing you roughly, moaning at the broken whine escaping your throat

Flushed watching her practically rip your shirt open, shredding it with little to no concern. "Wait! That's my shirt!" Yelping out before she kissed you again - mumbling something about getting you another later. Leaving marks across your body in her wake. "fuck~ eager, h-huh?" Whining out under her

Snarling loudly, she nodded, stepping back, pulling her pants down, finally showing you the toy she had "yeah maybe I am~? Why can you blame me?" Purring out, spreading your legs open for her settling between them reaching a hand down rubbing your entrance slowly "gonna be a good girl and let me fuck this pretty little pussy~?" Purring out pushing a finger in slowly to tease. Slowly stretching you for her

Moaning loudly flushed, nodding shakily clinging to her bed tightly, "Please ~? Fuck me?" You begged under her panting heavily watching her groan. Smirking, she nodded, watching you grind against her before pulling away lining the silicone dicks tip to your entrance pushing in slowly but roughly. Holding your waist tightly relishing in the whines you let out

"Oh stop fucking whining~ you can take this dick can't you? Come on~ say. It" Lute smirked smug, pushing more into you, hearing you cry out flushed, panting heavily

"Ive- I've never done this before~" you stuttered out, shakily opening your legs wider for her gasping softly "i- I can take it~" Feeling her freeze tensing up over you panic on her face as she took in your words.

"This is your first..? Shit ok- it's ok~ I've got you ok? I'll take good care of you~ just lay back and relax~" Rubbing your waist, kissing you almost more gently, then before the rough kissing "ill- I'll be gentle. Make you feel so good, ok?" Her wings fluttering in embarrassment or a show? You weren't sure.

Nodding, you smiled, moving to wrap your arms around her neck and pulling her into a deep kiss, moaning softly. "I trust you ok~? I'm glad.. its you" you whispered against her lips as she slipped all the way into you, dragging out a loud whine moaning

Humming, she nodded, gently moving to pound into you- marking your neck up, unable to be gentle dispite her wanting too "fuck~ just like that little dove~" she snarled out flushed wings fluttering at the yells of her name leaving your mouth "go on~ let everyone know who's fucking you so good yeah~?" Whining softly a hand on her bed the other on your lower back pulling you impossibly closer as she eagerly- almost hungrily fucked into you

Nipping at your neck at the red bruising mark, she smiled at the almost possessive marks she left on you- as if she truly was claiming you for herself in such an almost selfish manner. "Harder~, please ~?" You sobbed out, grinding into her, trying to match her pace. Humming leaning back, who was she to object to her beloved dove? Holding your waist pounding rougher into you, rutting into you, making your sob out arching more against her bed clawing at her back careful to avoid her wings

"Fuck like that dove? Such a whore for my cock?" She snarled out panting nails digging into your waist watching how the bulge in your stomach expanded and vanished from her pounding into you- biting her lip hearing your pleas for her "fuck that's it my dove~ that's what I wanna hear~" she growled out leaning over you more pounding faster "so good for me~ so tight~"

Sobbing our kissing her deeply, wrapping your legs around her waist, pulling her deeper, making you practically mewl under her squealing from the spot, she hit roughly eyes rolling back "g-gonna can i-? Can I please~?" Sobbing out loudly,

Hearing you beg? Made her practically purr over you nodding "go on little dove~ cum for me~?" She growled our her pace unrelenting even as you screamed releasing around her cock "fuck~ good girl~" panting heavily helping you ride our your high before finally pulling out Of you softly panting

"What- what about you?" Shakily pulling her onto them, she hummed, rubbing one of many bruises left on you, making her shake her head, easily pulling you on her chest. "Rest. Their will be more next time~" she whispered against you, making you hum smirking. "There's gonna be a next time?"

Looking away, grumbling, "of course there will be.. if you wish for that as well" she hummed, flushed wings puffing softly smug. "I'll properly clean you up when you have your breath i.. uh I'll make a bath for you- or whatever you need" clearly not understanding how to do aftercare.

Smiling, you nodded, kissing her gently panting "as long as you join~" nuzzling into her neck knowing later. You'll both need to talk about what happened but for now. You just want to be held by her. In her arms. Safe

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin lute #lute x reader #hazbin hotel lute #lute smut #EVENT

[sugar-omi]

cove nsfw alphabet

tags : ok for masc/fem/nb readers, some ideas for bottom cove <3

*edited to add-on to ‘L = Location’ & ‘K = Kink’ & 'C = Cum' & ‘X = X-ray’

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

super sweet. he hugs you n kisses you n its very sweet n soft n loving

will get you anything you want afterwards

will carry you to the bath if you ask

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

we already know cove likes your arms and chest/boobs canonically, but i think he would also like your back. doesn’t matter if you got muscles or not he loves it.

i think he likes his arms and chest. i feel like step 3 cove is very confident about how he looks shirtless and in step 4 if he has a muscular frame, i think he works out like that bc he loves how it makes him look n he KNOWS he looks good !!!

i also think he likes legs. he likes anklets n your foot/ankle is attached to a leg so therefore i think he likes your legs as well!! doesn’t matter if you have long legs or shorter legs, he loves them n wants you to crush him w said legs

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he loves to cum on you or in you.

in the patreon moment, he seemed to really like you swallowing his cum and so therefore he does love to finish down your throat

but i also think he loves to finish inside you. ofc if you can get pregnant, he won’t until you either prevent it (birth control, surgery etc.) or are ready for kids

i also think he loves to cum ON you. specifically on your stomach- its not even about it being near your womb/vagina if you have one, he just loves it

please cum on him as well

if you squirt? perfect, just finish dw about the mess

his whole hand is wet from fingering you? his fingers are in his mouth & tongue licking his wet sticky palms, what's the prblm again?

if you accidently cum all over his face when he pulls back from sucking you off? that's okay he loves it <3

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

won’t pull out n cum on your chest unless you ask or he gets the idea to lick it off your chest or smth. so if you’re sucking him off n cum falls on your chest n you swipe it up, licking it off your finger... he dies <3

can't belive I almost forgot...

cove cums a lot. and the consistency is pretty normal, but a bit more runny

also taste isn't bad, cove is pretty healthy

i think he loves loves LOVES switching dominate roles with you.

it doesn’t matter who’s taking it, if hes on top and you flip him or do something to assert domiance he loves it

like in step 3 “happiness” moment where if you push cove to the bed, when cove flips you over so you’re on your back and he kisses n touches you n stuff... i think he loved flipping you over n taking control

he’s very shy so he won’t tell you this for a long time, in fact he may not tell you at all n you have to find out on your own

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he is not experienced whatsoever. even if y’all don’t date until step 4 or after step 4 (if you imagine that), he just doesn’t really date and he definitely doesn’t sleep around

if he did date other people, he’d have maybe 1 other partner before you, max 2

i don’t think he’d be eager to have sex either so he might have experience fingering or smth but thats it

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

missionary. he wants to hold you, see you while you fall apart under him...

kneeling scissors, whether your leg is over his shoulder or smth he loves how deep he can go <3

guard, he loves having you elevated/your body propped on top of him

+ if you’re penetrating of him

missionary bc he wants to hold onto you. he is very needy in this position imo

prone bone. he wants to hide his face honestly but also it makes his insides feel so good <3

cowgirl. again he wants to hold you but also he wants to be somewhat dominate sometimes

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

its a mix. hes more serious than trying to be funny, but he gets nervous so he might make a funny sounding squeak or fumble in some way.

even when you’re older and hes more confident, its still light hearted n he might make a joke or smth if theres one to be made. not something knee-slapping hilarious but light hearted

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

carpet matches the drapes ofc!!! i think he keeps it trimmed as a teen, not really short but its definitely not long

step 4 n older though i think he keeps a tighter trim and probably shaves it at least once in his life

i also dont think his body hair grows that fast or gets unruly either

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

hes always romantic n loving, always going for kisses n holding you

even when hes turning your insides out he does it lovingly

if hes bottoming, its still the same maybe even more so. please give him kisses

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

doesn’t get off often even during/after step 4. maybe a little more often than before because he doesn’t feel self conscious about doing it anymore

he might get off once or twice a week

although i do think he can go awhile without getting off/having sex

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

praise him, please praise him <3

a little bit of pain

if you like degrading, at first he just cant do it at all. but by step 4 he can’t go further than occasionally calling you dirty/naughty and VERY rarely calling you a slut

although i think as he gets older he’d be more comfortable w degradation that isn’t calling you names (like saying youre needy or that youre so wet for him or that you’re making a mess of his/your clothes <3)

OVERSTIM & EDGING.

he loves when you edge him n make him wait to cum bc you wanna keep having your way w him <3

he would n will make you finish more than once, he loves tasting you

he has an oral fixation, idc how small he has one

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

the bed is obvious

but the couch is definitely second.

he definitely wouldn’t do anything besides kissing n a little groping in the kitchen/dining table, when things start to get touchy he does carry you to the nearest reasonable surface

hes a klutz, someone will get seasoning on them or hit by a spoon

loves doing it outside. ofc not if its public, but on the beach? oh yeah, PLEASE fuck him on the beach

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

whenever you wear anklets obviously; he knows you’re doing it because you either :

like them n wear em all the time, wearing it for a date, trying to tease him, or tryna get lucky

besides that though, i think he likes whenever you sit on his chest n act all flirty n touchy

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

absolutely won’t hit you harder than a few spanks

and don’t even bother asking abt anything harsher than that, hes not listening babe im sorry

also we already know anything that isn’t spit n cum is outta the question so don’t ask abt that either!

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

after the patreon dlc we already know hes a master w his mouth

i dont think he has a particular preference, but if he had to chose he’d give

but i also think he loves receiving. like if you edge him in the dlc he says he wants more n quite frankly i think its deeper than that being the only option left after giving him a handjob

he craves n loves feeling your mouth on him

ofc he won’t force you n if you don’t like it he won’t ask unless you offer

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he usually keeps an inbetween pace

but if y’all are really hot n bothered though n cant keep your hands off each other, it is definitely faster n harder than usual, but if you prefer him to be more gentle than he does make you finish more than once <3

if you like it rough though, he definitely fucks you slow and deep on the usual. 

+ if he is bottoming

the first time he bottoms, he prefers it slow n sensual

after awhile he wants it slow n deep but in the end he ends up wanting it more rough <3

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

if you’re both desperate, he’ll have a quickie

and if you’re both busy n have to go to work/school n won’t see each other until late, quick morning sex <33

definitely doesn’t do it often though, he wants to take time and be close with you n take care of each other properly

would n will give you oral at least bc yk i think he has a bit of an oral fixation 👁️👁️ 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

okay lets just get this out the way: he doesn’t want anyone else in your bed or watching. im sorry my baby is just not a cuck

in the wedding dlc when he says “-Unless its me again for a second wedding.” he meant that shit

but having sex outside/in the car? only if no one is around and theres no chance of getting arrested or anything, he’d die of embarrassment n shame

now in a public place, like having a toy inside you or him, i don’t think he would. now if you were on a long drive together maybe a hidden vibrator

as long as the windows are up n our clothes stay on he’s okay <3

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

oh lord have mercy. he can go at least 3 rounds penetration wise n he will happily give you oral if you want to keep going/he needs a break

if you haven’t done it in awhile or youre edging him, hes more sensitive so he definitely finishes fast but otherwise i think he lasts a reasonable amount of time

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

hes so embarrassed to use toys the first time omg- if you have some and you tell him or he sees them, hes redder than usual n i think theres steam coming off his head...

but as time goes on n he gets older he uses them on himself too

when you move in together, if you have toys of your own he does use them on you and he loves it bc he can make you squirm n stuff this way

but also he wants you to get off on him from his cock, fingers, or mouth

when you’re older tho n have tried more stuff/he’s ready for more stuff, he uses toys on himself

i think vibes are his best friend, whether theyre on you or him is up to you but yes y’all own many of them

also nipple stuff.... thinking abt cove w his nipples pierced mm

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he usually isn’t a tease, but as he gets older he is such a tease

he’ll walk by n pinch your butt, make a dirty joke or otherwise subtle comment, 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

do i really need to tell you he’s loud?

he groans and moans loudly

he’ll especially whine if you’re penetrating him

definitely growls/lets out a growl type sound when he finishes

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he won’t ask for it, but if you send nudes he loves it

also loves if you send videos

at first he doesn’t bring up video/phone sex but he does suggest it one day when you’re both needy for each other n are at a distance for work or school (if you dont bring it up first ofc)

he’s too embarrassed to do it on the phone at first, and y’all send videos back n forth n sext

the 2nd time though he texts you, asking you to call n you definitely have phone sex that day

i think he’d also get on the soonest plane and come see you bc he misses you in every way possible

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

above average

n im not just saying this bc the average is 5 to 5.5in

he’s at least 6 to 6.5 inches, not big but not little either

long AND GIRTHY

definitely a shower, i also feel like between his long legs n dick he has a hard time finding pants that aren’t baggy but arent tight n show his dick, unfortunate for him but fortunate for us!!! (please get him grey sweatpants)

also im thinking he has tattoos on his thighs... as he gets older he’ll get tattoos of his/your guys late fish

or your kids hand prints if ya have them

definitely gets something for his parents, just like “ily” their hand writing or a small flower they drew

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

i think his drive matches yours as you get older

but it's still high

even more so if you've been apart/busy, he just cant get enough of you

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he will fall asleep right after if you let him n neither of you need anything

unless the sheets are SOAKED, hes sleeping on the same sheets you did it on

you better ask him to run you a bath or smth otherwise he’ll ask why you’re changing the sheets n if he’s cuddly then you wont get it done and you will sleep on a naked bed

he does stay up for awhile and talk to you n stuff

#our life: beginnings & always #cove x reader #cove x mc #cove holden smut #cove holden x reader #cove holden #cove holden x reader smut #cove holden x mc smut #smut

[cixrosie]

Under You

Prompt : " You smell so Good" Character B whispers as they continue to litter kisses down Character A's jaw and neck, revealing in the noises Character A lets involuntary slip out of their mouth

from @dumplingsjinsonfrom this prompt list

warning: slightly suggestive

Beau had been gone for about a week and half on an extended roadie and he had been texting you nonstop, so you knew he missed you but you missed him just as much. He texted you earlier that day saying he found an earlier flight so he would be home later tonight .

You decided to order his favorite food and put it in the refrigerator for him when he gets home . You also decide to clean around the house a little even though it wasn't really dirty just a little dusty . After you are done cleaning the house you decide to chill for the rest of the day. Just relaxing and watching shows on the couch to past the time until Beau comes home.

You wake up when you feel yourself being lifted off from the couch , at first you started freaking out but the musky scent of Beaus cologne settled you back down. " hi" he said with a smirk on his face "Hi" you responded with a sleepy smile on your face that shows the amount of love for the man who's carrying you to your shared bedroom.

" how was your flight" , " it was good , would've been better with you though" he responded as he played you down in your spot on the bed. It was then you realized he was already dressed for bed . " how long have you been home" you asked him " about two hours I thought id let you sleep while I got undressed and ready for bed " he says as he starts to hover over you with a cocky smirk.

" oh yea" you say to him flirty , "yea" he says as he closes the gap between you two as he kisses you passionately. As you are laying down under him you get a surge of confidence and flip you both over so you are on top of Beau. You don't know how you were able to successfully flip over a tall and muscly hockey player , you are pretty sure its because of him being tired but were gonna credit your amazing core strength lol.

"wow " Beau says as he looks at you from under you . You then start kissing his jaw and down his neck letting him know exactly how much you missed him. " You smell so good " you whisper as you take a quick break from attacking his neck and jaw, but resuming almost immediately. As you are really enjoying the noises Beau is making as you mark him up.

" I love you so much " he says as he grips your hips tightly " I love you more My Beau" you say " but I can definitely feel how much you are enjoying this " You tease as you look down between you two and look back at him smirking. " oh yea " he says " yea" you responded . As you said that Beau flipped you both over so you were now back under him and he whispers " let me show just just how much" and you knew you were in for a long , enjoyable night with the man you are sure you're going to marry .

a/n : Ahh hi this is my third fic and its pretty short and I don't know how I feel about it but had to give my man Beau some love also imagine this as he's still with the Canucks BECAUSE I REFUSE TO ACCEPT HES WITH * THAT* TEAM

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[boytoyhalo]

Your Selkie au is super compelling! Plus you are a very good writer. A question, will you ever go into more detail about Pac's previous captive situation? I'm very interested in how you will adapt Fuga's lore into your au. ( Specially bc of Cell and Cellbit stuff)

I'M SO SO SO LATE BUT IM USING FITPAC WEEK DAY 3 (WHICH IM ALSO LATE FOR) AS AN EXCUSE TO FINALLY, FINALLYYYYY GET THIS POSTED THANK YOU FOR BEING PATIENT ANON AND EVERYONE ELSE WHO'S AN ENJOYER OF THIS AU I PROMISE IT ISN'T ABANDONED IVE JUST BEEN IN AN END OF YEAR SLUMP

selkie au snippet #4 (i think) || T || slash (ambiguous) || @fitpacweek day 3 (belated its actually day 4) AU day!!!

read the rest of my posts about this au here

"Can I ask you somethin' personal?"

Pac paused, hand suspended halfway towards the checkerboard that was currently serving as him and Fit's way of passing the long hours up in the lamp room of the lighthouse. He kept his eyes on the round piece he was holding as he deliberated on how to answer, sure that if he met Fit's gaze his face would give away his nervousness; "personal" could mean a wide range of topics, most of which would spell disaster for Pac and his poorly constructed web of secrets. He slowly placed the piece in it's spot on the board, fighting to keep his voice even as he responded.

"Mmm, you can ask, yeah. I might not answer, but you can ask." Fit hummed bemusedly, absently flipping his own game piece between his fingers and he contemplated his next move.

"What happened to your leg?" Pac's breath caught in his throat, and Fit rushed to continue, "It's ok if you don't wanna talk about it, I get it. I just- I mean, you've probably figured out how I lost my arm, right?" Pac looked up at the familiar, mechanical clacking of the veteran's stiff wooden fingers flexing in and out of their open position, eyes involuntarily darting to the gnarled pink scarring that crawled from under his collar and up to the side of his head. He quickly returned his gaze to the board, face reddening a little in shame. Thankfully though, Fit seemed far from offended. "Heh, it's okay, I know. It's pretty obvious. And besides, you're a smart man. I'd be surprised if you hadn't assumed correctly. Me though - I'm just brawn, I don't have a whole lotta brainpower up in this thing." He knocked his fake knuckles lightly against his temple, a light smile on his face. "So if you are okay with me knowing, you're gonna need to tell me."

A small, nervous laugh bubbled it's way out of Pac's chest, his face properly flushed now in a mix of embarassment and flattery. "Don't - don't say that about yourself Fit, you're smart! Smarter than me, probably-" He cleared his throat, redirecting his focus to the topic at hand (ha.) "I can tell you, I don't mind. It's just a, it's a tough topic, you know? I need to get my head in the right place." Fit nodded easily like he understood, which Pac supposed he did at least somewhat.

"Take your time, I'm not going anywhere." The selkie chuckled a bit, tracing the edges of the paneled glass walls that surrounded them as he considered the best way to talk around the subject; he knew, or at least had decided, that he owed it to Fit to give him some semblance of the truth. After all, they had been growing steadily closed for months now and yet Fit knew so little about his life. Which was out of necessity, or course, but his friend had been so kind and so patient with him, never demanding more information than he was given. Pac needed - no, he WANTED to let him in as much as he reasonably could. He deserved it.

"I..." He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, steeling himself to sort through the painful, tangled memories and hoping he would be able to hold himself together. He starts at the beginning, where he won't have to omit too much of the truth, though if anything that makes it harder to talk about. "Mike and I were on a merchant ship off the coast of São Paulo that was attacked by axis submarines a few years back." Fit winced sympathetically, patiently waiting for him to continue as he picked his next words. "We avoided the worst of the blast, but... Mike was in really bad condition, and I had to hang onto him with one arm and a piece of the wreck with the other while I waited for help to come. By the time someone found us, I was too tired and too um- too relieved to realize that we were being taken as prisoners and not as refugees."

It was all technically true so far, just with some important details omitted: like how they were only on the ship in the first place because their pelts were being imported as merchandise by a fisherman who believed himself to be incredibly lucky, and how they weren't taken as prisoners of war as Fit was no doubt assuming. Pac fails to suppress a shudder as he remembers the smug, taunting grin of the man that stood above him on the deck of his supposed refuge, two familiar seal pelts clutched in his meaty fists.

"I'm so sorry you went through that, Pac. You don't have to keep-" Pac cuts him off, already committed to opening up.

"No, I want to tell you. We," He clears his throat again, pushing down the memories of too-small tanks full of too-salty water, of needles and IV drips and white lab coats and pencils scratching on clipboards as he writhed in pain. "We woke up in some sort of facility, I'm not sure where exactly? I think the men who had us were European but that's all I remember, it's all blurry you know? And that's where we met Cellbit and Felps actually-" The image of frenzied black eyes claws its way to the front of his mind against his will, but he can't help a small smile at Fit's attentiveness as his eyebrows raise in intrigue, the checkerboard between them completely forgotten.

"Anyway, we were there for- months, I think. And long story short Cellbit ended up, um. He tried to- to eat my leg off?" It comes out sounding uncertain, Pac having realized there was no way to say it that wouldn't raise more questions. Sure enough, Fit's mouth drops open.

"Wait he- He tried to eat you?"

"Not- it wasn't- aaaaugh, he wasn't himself ok? They were- they were cruel to us, and they injected him with these drugs that made him all crazy and violent and they kinda just. Let him do it? It wasn't his fault, is what I'm saying." Fit looks disturbed, although significantly less so than Pac would expect from most people. He supposes bearing witness to the horrors of war would give you a higher tolerance to this sort of thing.

The thing is, it really wasn't Cellbit's fault. He had been there the longest of any of them, starved and beaten and forced through their cruel experiments since he had been a teenager. He was angry and desperate and hungry, and it was pure bad luck that Pac had happened to be the closest to him when the "researchers" had decided to test the effects of whatever combination of steroids they had injected him with. The ghost of his leg twinges in pain as it remembers the feeling of sharp teeth tearing through it's flesh.

"Wait so did Cellbit..." Fit hesitates, like he can't quite put together what he means to ask. "So he, bit your leg off? but how does that even-" He's interrupted by Pac giggling, and after a moment he joins in quietly with a confused laugh of his own.

"No, no he- he just did enough damage that the sci- that the jailers had to amputate it. And it wasn't that bad honestly, I mean, they weren't kind enough to knock me out before they started sawing but at least I didn't die!" His amusement at Fit's horrified reaction to his nonchalance almost drowns out the echoes of grief that his heart sounds for one of his fellow prisoners who hadn't been so lucky. Pac puts on a wide grin, forcing himself to perk up from his slumped posture. "So anyway, that's the story! Pretty cool don't you think?" Fit sputters a shocked laugh.

"Pretty- Yeah, sure, Pac. That's- *cough*- that's cool, yeah." It's a joke, obviously, but warmth washes over him anyway at the way that Fit lets him control the weight of the conversation like always. He wouldn't be able to handle trying to talk about his past seriously, and he's grateful to whatever higher power may or may not exist for bringing him Fit, who not only cares but understands despite being a human, and who always without fail meets him wherever he needs to be at. Pac doesn't know what he did to deserve a friend like him. "So, okay," Fit's voice snaps him out of the appreciative haze he had fallen into. "How did you guys get out? Were you released, or rescued, or..." He trails off, eyes imploring him to go on. Pac feels his face light up at the opportunity to discuss his favorite part of the tale - the only part, he likes, really.

"Oh, you're not gonna believe it. It was Richas! He actually saved us!"

"What?" Fit exclaims in elated disbelief.

"Yeah! So ok - they were keeping him prisoner too, but he was just a baby, like a, a toddler right? And the guards that were assigned to him treated him like their own kid-" Minus the horrible inhumane experimentation, of course. "- and he somehow, he figured out how to use their sympathy to get them to tell him where they kept all their keys," - and all the pelts - "and then managed to convince them to let him play with us alone. So he came to me and Mike and told us, so we told him to steal us some guard uniforms and figure out where the breaker box was, and after some planning and waiting for the right time we were able to escape by having him shut off the power and filing out with the rest of the guards! Mike wanted it to just be the three of us but I told him we weren't leaving the others behind." For all the suffering they had been put through it had honestly been comically easy - the facility they were at was small and not well guarded, probably funded independently considering that if any powerful government had proof of the selkies' existence everyone including the scientists would have been in a much bigger mess - the world was already at war, Pac doubted anyone was eager to add another variable to the conflict.

Fit crosses his arms and sits back, nodding in amazement. "Huh, so little Richarlyson is a hero! That's crazy"

"What, you don't believe me?" Pac shouts in mock offense.

"No no no I believe you! That kid is a fighter, I know it. So you guys all just stuck together after that? What about Bagi and Forever?"

"Ah, so- Bagi and Cellbit, they're brothers, or uhm- they're brother and sister, yes? And Bagi had been searching for Cellbit since he was taken, and somehow she ended up at the place we were being kept just a few days after we escaped, and she was able to track us from there. She's crazy smart, Cellbit and her both are. And Forever," Well, truthfully, Forever had just swam up to their pod and started playing with Richas one day while they were searching for a new home, and then the two had become inseparable so he just... stuck around. But Pac wasn't sure how to spin that into something that sounded reasonable for a human family, so he just went with "Forever just showed up one day and wouldn't leave." Fit laughed again at that, and this time Pac laughed with him.

It felt unbelievably good to tell Fit about his story like this, even with parts of it changed. Still, he wanted nothing more than to tell him the truth of what he was - he almost did, right then and there, swayed by the sound if his laughter and the mirth in his eyes. But, he reminded himself, that had to be a family decision; it wasn't just his secrets at stake. It was all of them, and as much as he loved trusted Fit and would be happy to gamble his own safety on that trust, he wasn't willing to risk his whole family.

...But, it would be so much easier if he could just say the whole truth. He wonders if Fit would react with the same attentiveness and amazement he gave to Pac's storytelling.

The rest of the day passed with little more of note, mostly filled with idle chit chat and card games. As Fit tries to teach him how to play Kings on the Corners for the third time, Pac finds himself thinking about how much Fit was changing his life without even realizing. A few months ago, Pac had never wanted or even tolerated human company that wasn't absolutely necessary. But now, he couldn't imagine not having the veteran around to occupy his time. In fact, when Fit had taken his first two-week relief back on shore after two months of service, Pac had felt inescapably lonely even when surrounded by his pod. Not even Richas, who had also been upset over the Ramon's absence, had been able to completely cheer him up. And while Pac's always been somewhat fascinated by humans, and had enjoyed watching the previous lighthouse keepers as they went about their work, he had never found himself as interested by any of it as he does when it comes to Fit.

"What is it?" Fit's voice snaps him out of it yet again, cards abandoned as he looks at him curiously. "You're staring."

"Huh? Oh, nothing, nothing! Just thinking about Richas and Ramon - what do you think they're up to?"

"They should still be hanging out with Cellbit, right? They're probably doing puzzles or something." Fit looks at the clock over on the left side off the room. "It's almost six, Bad should be here soon to take over for the night. Do you want to go join them and I can catch up?"

"Um-" Pac flusters, face heating up slightly. He's not sure why the emotional exhaustion of talking about losing his leg is what's bringing all these revelations to his mind, but he can't seem to pull his thoughts away from how much he appreciates the man in front of him. Which.... "Yeah, I think I'll go find them now! I'll see you soon?" Fit nods.

"Sounds good, Pac. I'll see you in a little bit." With a nod back at him, Pac shuffles out the door and makes his way down the tower. Instead of going to find Cellbit and the children, however, he beelines straight to the rocks where his pelt is stashed and hastily wraps himself in it's familiar comfort, sliding into the water before his limbs have even finished morphing into flippers. Surely a nice, solo swim is what he needs to clear his head.

...If only he could take Fit with him.

#stumbles out of the drafts covered in blood #my ass is gonna be late for every single fitpac week prompt at this point cuz dawg why did this take me like 5 hours to get done #anyway. i hope you like it. scream at me in the tags if u like it #ps i have begun outlining and drafting the full fic of this au #most of these blurbs probably wont be in it in full tho just for the sake of not making it 10billion words long #fitpac #selkie au #fitpac week

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Puppy Love- Yunho x Female!Barista!Reader

I haven't forgotten about all my coffee shop stories 😁😁😁 Yunho in his ‘you like jazz?’ era

Word Count: 3536 | Coffee Shop, Fluff | Warnings: too dang fluffy 😝

Yunho’s dream had finally come true. A dog café had opened up within walking distance of work. What a time to be alive! What a lucky walk of the streets on his break, unsure how to spend his rare free time once he had it. Using it for an activity seemed simultaneously gratifying and overwhelming. Time to burn some energy off with some very good boys and girls instead! Some caffeine might also reverse-jitter him back into productivity…or at least into the right headspace to squeeze in an episode of that show he needed to finish.

Beneath an awning of striped lime green and white awaited the door to Leash Love Latte, the lovely windowed building decorated with paint-on art of joyous pups of all breeds, two of which held mugs and one of which was about to devour a bone-topped cupcake. Yunho couldn't help but smile as his eyes scanned the glass, jumping a bit at the noise when he opened the door, but the startlement easily fell into a laugh as he opened the security door once the front one was closed and was met with a barrage of dogs.

"Oh, hi," he giggled as one little papillon practically climbed up his leg, bending down to scoop her up into his arms. Flipping her collar tag, he saw it read 눈. A name meaning Snow made sense- she was a ball of pure white fluff after all.

Carrying her up to the counter, Yunho was met with the sight of an extremely nimble barista practically skating across the café floor to slide a pastry onto the counter and call out its owner’s name, then turn on her heels to catch a drink from the older man who held it out to her and repeat the process. Once that was done, she twirled around to face the counter.

“Sorry about that, just had an order to finish up,” she paused, taking a couple breaths and getting her hair back into place, smile never leaving her face, “oh, Nunie, are you making friends?” Her gaze had dropped to the sweet pup in Yunho’s arms, the nickname and her evident familiarity with the café dogs warming his heart.

“Yep," he agreed with a chuckle, holding her up a bit higher with fatherly pride despite their very recent meeting, "I think she'd have made a ladder of me if she could."

"Well, you are pretty tall," the girl joked.

"I guess that's true! So, what do you recommend here?"

She grinned. "Dog or drink?"

"Drink," Yunho responded, "I don't think I'll get away with any cheating today."

"How does a peanut butter mocha sound?"

"Great," he replied, "I've never had one before!"

Plucking a solid pink, paw-print-dotted mug from some unseen counter alcove, the barista grinned. "It's sort of my specialty."

"She's always trying to hock those!" The older man called out from deeper in the kitchen, offering a devilish grin.

"Hey! At least I have a specialty!" She called back, smiling when he shouted that she was a better barista than him and sliding the mug down the slick metal counter surface before turning back to Yunho. "Sorry, that's my uncle. He's a bit of a jokester. Your name?”

"Yunho. And that's ok. I can see how well you guys get along. So this is a family business, then?"

"Yep," she nodded, "everything I do, I try to do with my family."

Something about those simple words touched Yunho's heart, throwing its beat off even as he lowered himself into a bench, stroking his snowy new friend and laughing as a brown and white Jack Russel terrier and a little grey mutt with a folded ear scrambled up to fill his lap all the way. His gaze darted between them and the young lady behind the counter as she operated all the kitchenware with focused eyes and lightly smiling lips.

This place really was heaven.

~

"Here you go!"

Yunho's attention snapped up from the mutt, Sammy, to meet the eyes of the girl. He hadn't really paid attention to the color of them before, but the lime-and-pink shaded light dangling above his table must have somehow brought it out as she set his mug in front of him a respectable distance from the squirming dogs piled upon his lap.

"What was your name again?" Yunho blurted out before he could help it.

"(y/n)."

"(y/n)," he repeated with a smile, "wonderful. I just felt like I needed to have a name to go with the face."

Her eyes remained on him, though the smile on her face did not fade. Sammy licked at her sleeve, which only made it grow wider, her nose crinkling a bit. A wave of awkwardness crashed over Yunho.

"So, (y/n), you must really like peanut butter." That sounded much better in his head.

She just giggled. “I love it! I was eating a peanut butter cup when I got the idea for the drink.”

“That’s so cool! I have a friend who cooks and that seems hard, let alone designing something new, like I can’t even imagine.”

(y/n) waved a hand before reaching it back down to pet a fluffy spotted Australian shepherd that ran by her feet. “Oh, I bet you could come up with something,” she told him with a smile.

Yunho racked his brain, but beneath the tantalizing chocolate-peanut-butter-coffee-with-a-hint-of-espresso smell, the light of that obnoxiously cute lamp, the warm, wiggling puppy pile on his lap, and the faint, anticipatory flutter of the girl’s eyelashes, not much was floating up coherently. “I can’t think of anything that would be good in coffee,” he finally admitted.

“What about something that would be bad in coffee?”

“All my brain was giving me was fruit loops, so I’d say that.”

(y/n) gave a humored wince. “Ooh, yeah. Though that would make a good milk latte or shake! I could totally work with that!” And with that, she made another of her skate-like drifts across the shop, dodging three dogs darting at her feet as she fell back behind the counter, pulling out a couple appliances and taking notes like a mad scientist.

Well, that wasn’t too bad a response to fruit loops of all things. Patting Sammy, Yunho pulled his steaming mug to his lips, barely feeling the cup’s heat above that in his own sheepish cheeks.

~

A few days after his Leash Love Latte trip, Yunho was out for a walk to clear his head after a very early morning of choreography practice, having rinsed himself off and wanted nothing more than to get out into the sun and breeze, practically melting the industrial lighting out of his skin. Cleansing the sweat off had only been step one.

Veering off the paved walking trail, Yunho crossed over the inclination of a grassy green hill, wandering over the great emerald expanse and dodging the occasional frisbee. Ducking under one that was thrown high enough, even.

The small amount of skin exposed by his t-shirt warmed pleasantly in the moderate day's air as he passed an area surrounded by metal gating that bore a few tied-on signs. Within it, dogs of varying sizes tore across the grass, played tug-of-war, and ran to their owners with new friends in tow. As he got closer, he noticed that one of those owners had a haircut that looked quite familiar, a smile Yunho felt like he’d just been graced with.

It was (y/n)! Carefully undoing the safety gate with a deft motion of his fingers, he lifted the release and entered, immediately dodging dogs as he ran a hand through his hair hoping he’d straightened it. His other hand was already getting thoroughly sniffed, a few licks coming to it before he reclaimed it, giving a bulldog and a border collie some pats as he milled through the park. A mutt- maybe half terrier- ran up to him snuffling with a squeaky toy in its jaws, so Yunho threw it, laughing as it turned into a little spotted streak of lightning. Hopefully its owner was young. And then, turning on his heels, he faced you.

“Oh, hey, (y/n), right?” He leaned forward, resting a hand as casually as he could atop the bench a few feet from him, mock-guessing your name like it hadn’t made a few runs through his head of late. “Didn’t see you there. I’m-”

“Yunho from the café. Fruit loops guy.”

Fruit loops guy. “Yep, that’s me.” He put a hand to his chest. “Fruit loops guy.”

“I’ve been tinkering around with stuff and that idea is something that we might be adding to the menu if my uncle lets me!” She added, grinning as a pup Yunho recognized as Sammy ran up to her, leaning into her offered pets.

“Really? That’s great!”

“Yeah! Should I name it after you?”

“The Yunho? Might confuse some people-”

(y/n) chuckled, wrapping her arms around Sammy to pull him onto her lap. “Yunho, I was kidding.”

“Oh, right, yeah, I knew that. So, uh, taking Sammy to the dog park?”

“Yep,” she nodded, smiling, “I try to take all the adoptables out on an alternating schedule.”

“Oh,” Yunho tilted his head in thought, “the Leash Love Latte dogs are for adoption?”

“Indeed they are. The goal is people live them so much they want to take them home!”

“Guess then they’d really need a doggy bag,” he quipped.

(y/n)’s eyes widened as she burst out with a laugh. “Ok, that’s so perfect, mind if I steal that?”

“Be my guest.”

“I’ll try my best to credit you where I can. Hey, wanna play frisbee with Sammy? It’s practically as big as him, but he loves it.”

Was there even a question? “Of course! Come on, Sammy, let’s go!”

And with that, they both pushed off their respective bench seat and lean, jogging deeper into the park’s grass and dodging a fire hydrant in the ground as they took turns tossing the blue plastic disc (y/n) had ready in her backpack.

~

“Hey, remember the guy who inspired my fruit loops latte?” You called back into the kitchen as you refilled the coffee bean jars up front, dim evening lights of closing time filing Leash Love Latte.

“Tall fellow, right?” You uncle questioned in response.

"Yeah," you nodded, "him. If he comes back, I'm going to get him in the kitchen."

"In the kitchen?" Your uncle's voice raised both in incredulity and response to some barks from your café companions. "I thought you liked him."

"Oh, geez!" Plucking a not-so-wet grey washcloth from your counter, you lobbed it at your uncle and his jokes. "I do. You think I'd let any loser with a dazzling smile into my laboratory?"

The washcloth connected with your uncle's shoulder, breaking his face into a grin as he shook it into his hand and started wiping the kitchen surface with it. "Ugh, save the sappy crap for him, huh? What are you even going to make him do? A day of free labor?"

"No," you giggled, leaning on the shining metal of your counterspace, "I think he has better ideas than he gives himself credit for. I'm just going to let him try making whatever he wants."

"As long as you guys clean up after yourselves," your uncle teases you, giving you a fond smile.

"Of course we will," you reply with a joyous look of your own, anticipation coursing through you as you imagined all the things you could come up with on your quest for a new menu item...and maybe something else new for you.

~

"Get in the kitchen with you? Me?" Yunho looked at you with eyes wide, holding little Nun a bit tighter in his hands in startlement as if you'd suggested he set his pants on fire.

"Well, I wasn't exactly asking your invisible twin brother there," you teased, clicking the pen in your hand open, then closed again, as you glanced over his shoulder.

He turned his head that way too like there'd suddenly be someone there. There obviously was not. "Alright, point taken. You liked the cereal lattes that much, huh?"

That wasn't what I liked most, you wanted to say. You leaned a bit further out from behind the register. "Something like that. I think it would be fun! Don't you? We don't have to make something good, that'll just be a bonus!"

Yunho's smile returned as yours spread out, and he bent over and gently placed the little fluffball he'd been holding back on the floor, where she stood at his feet, sniffing Cherry, a black chihuahua. "I don't think it'll be fun, (y/n)..."

Your expression stiffened a bit, eyebrows raising to urge his trailed-off sentence on.

"I know it will be! Let's do it! As long as you're allowed to do this, of course."

And then you were smiling again, heart beating in anticipation. You were going to get this dog-loving man and his silly innocent brain in your life no matter what it took.

"Cleared with the boss man and all. Let's make something out of this dead workday!"

Yunho laughed at that, accepting the hand you held out, beckoning him into the sacred space behind the counter, aka your drink and treat lab.

"So," you grinned, folding both your hands under your chin, "wanna make a drink or bake something?"

"Why don't we bake?" Yunho replies, gaze breaking from yours in thought. "Hmm, what's a good dessert to go with a drink? Shortcake?"

"Like strawberry shortcake?"

"Yeah, but why is shortcake always strawberry? Why can't it be any other fruit?"

You shrugged, feeling your expression smugly egg him on. "Why can't it? What do you have in mind?"

"Have you ever seen those candied melons? What about melon shortcake? I bet no one's done that before," Yunho answered before pausing for a couple ticks of Leash Love Latte's dangly-tail dog-in-a-teacup wall clock, "or is that gross?"

Crossing further into the kitchen, you pulled open a silver cabinet and turned back to him. "Only one way to find out."

He shuffled into the kitchen beside you, bouncing on his heels. “Do you have a shortcake recipe?”

“I do indeed,” you said with a grin, taking an apron off the peg on the kitchen wall and handing it his way.

You set to work prepping and measuring the wet ingredients while Yunho took on the dry, the most prominent of which was the flour. Shortcake, you reminded him, wasn’t as sweet as a regular cake, so that seemingly small amount of sugar was in fact correct.

It all went nearly without a hitch, only a small chunk of butter plopping onto the silvery counter, which you quickly twirled around to wipe squeaky clean again. Yunho was doing great at sifting everything together, almost as if he’d done it before.

Well, until the last scoop of flour, that is. The last one hung just wrong, dropping from the measuring cup in Yunho’s hand and sliding down the edge of the mesh strainer, bursting in a cloud of curling pure white dust upon the counter, his apron, and even on the side of your pant leg.

"Oh my gosh, (y/n), I'm so sorry!" Yunho immediately exclaimed, holding his hands out like he didn't trust them anymore.

"Don't worry about it," you replied with a smile and a flippant gesture, "it won't be the first or the last time that happens in here. Besides, in Hallmark movies all things like this do is start a cheeky flour fight."

Yunho glanced down helplessly at his apron and the counter. "Wouldn't that just make it worse?"

"Oh, absolutely," you nod, "but if you just twirl it off your apron, you'll get a pretty cloud effect."

Expectation? A little shimmy. Reality? Yunho executing a perfect showman's leaping twirl, the move indeed enhanced by a puff surrounding him as the powder shook off of him and drifted down to the kitchen tile.

You might've been gaping, but it quickly faded into a smile as you drifted past him in search of a rolling pin. "Alright, so you're, like, an expert dancer, that's totally normal and not extremely cool."

"Oh, I'm no expert. I-I just dance for a living," he replied with a shy grin and darting gaze.

"I hate to break this to you," you leaned on the counter in front of him, rolling pin in hand and awe on your face, "but that makes you an expert. Certainly more than me. You should be there one of the many times I forget a step of the macarena."

Yunho's hands started drifting around in the general airspace above his shoulders, head, and hips. "Which part?"

All you could do was giggle and hold the rolling pin up in your hand, head shaking. "Have you ever kneaded and rolled dough before?" He had good dough hands. Certainly more proportional to the dough than yours!

~

"We did it, (y/n)! We made shortcake!" Practically floating above the tile, Yunho high-fived you after you set the tray down.

While your creation baked, the two of you had ditched your aprons and crossed the threshold back into adoptable territory to absolutely ruin all your kitchen-sanitary hands on the hurricane of dogs that surged after you, leaping into your arms like the sweetest of crests crashing onto your jean-clad knees.

This time you took Nun and Yunho had Mickey the Australian shepherd, who plopped right down on the café tile with his head in Yunho's now-seated lap. You held your fluffy ball of wonder close to your chest and she practically melted in, little black boba eyes fluttering contentedly shut.

Both of you whined how it was torture and apologized to the dogs as if it was a coordinated act as you waved and backed into the kitchen with four remorseful eyes on the adoptable crowd, and that was how the shortcake was procured.

Candying the watermelon went off without a hitch. Well, mostly. While a welcome strength boost to cut the honeydews, Yunho had you half giggling, half protectively extending an arm as he yelped at the bubbling sugar boiling in the pot. For that, you bid him mix the cream while you got the fruit ready.

More time with the adoptables as the candy set, and then you were stacking cake, cream, and shining, syrupy melon chunks into a light yellow-and-green treat topped with some melon balls and classic rosettes.

"It's beautiful," you congratulated Yunho with a wide smile.

"Better than the fruit loop latte idea?"

You just nodded as the sound of your business's door closing rang our behind you. "And here's our proof coming!" You clapped, rushing out of the kitchen in the bouncing dance of a barista on a mission. "Uncle, will you try our dessert please? Yunho and I worked really hard on it," you plead as you dragged your amused uncle into your workspace, one arm linked with his and the other gesturing with a flourish toward the lovely shortcake and your lovely fellow baker, who immediately bent his legs and struck an introductory pose at it himself.

"I can tell. This looks great, you two," your uncle told you, pride clear in his voice as much as on his face as he ruffled your hair with his free hand.

Wiggling gently out of your grip, he accepted the proffered fork from Yunho and reached over to dig into the plated treat you'd decorated on the counter, which of course you'd wiped down before he could see the mess you made. Didn't hurt to butter up the person trying your new innovation, right?

Your uncle's eyebrows shot up the moment the forkful of your shortcake entered his mouth, both you and Yunho leaping up as if watching the pinnacle of a photo-finish race.

"Well, how is it?" You burst out, practically wiggling under the suspense.

"Yes, sir," Yunho added, straightening the apron he'd put back on, "is it good enough to go on the menu?"

"It's very good, son," your uncle began, eliciting a loud cheer from you two and a resonant, stingingly strong high-five of elation to boot.

"But," he added, both of you inhaling at his next words, eyes not even leaving him when an audible, surely adorable play-wrestle broke out among the adoptables, "if you want this on the menu, there's one condition."

"Wh- what's that? Er, sir?" Yunho stiffened under your uncle's serious gaze.

Short-lived as it was; the expression soon melted into your beloved joker's smile of mischief. "You have to take my niece on a date."

"Uncle, I-" You began to protest, heat rising to your cheeks faster than any oven or milk steamer could preheat.

"Yes, sir," Yunho nodded, sparing you a quick glance and a small wave as if he'd forgotten you were there, "that's a much greater reward than the menu spot."

His smile turned almost into something you'd see on a lovesick cartoon, as if your heart hadn't flipped hard enough in the past few minutes or even from the first time he walked in and you saw him being gentle with the adoptables.

What could you say? Guess it was puppy love.

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez reactions #ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #yunho #yunho x reader #yunho x female reader #female reader #coffee shop au #fluff #barista!reader

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HIIIII I SAW YOUR POST ABOUT ASKING FOR REQUESTS AND HELP SO LMK ID U NEED ANY HELP AND ILL SEE IF I KNOW IT 😓😓😊😊 ALSO HERES A PLOT IF TOU WANNA WRITE ABOUT IT:

ok so it’s tom x fem reader and they’re on vacation with the band in hawaii on the beach, and tom and reader sneak away to smoke a joint (U DONT HAVE TO ADD THAT IF UR UNCOMFORTABLE BTW^^^) and find another side of the beach that had a lot of plants and hibiscus flowers so tom gives one and puts it in their hair then they get caught by one of the members and get teased. SORRY IF ITS KINDA BAD I HAD A BRAIN FART MID WAY BUT YEAHH JUST IF U WANNA WRITE IT I PUT IT OUT THERE JUST CASE😊😊 HAVE FUN WRITING AND HAVE A GOOD DAY OR NIGHT THANK YOU U IF U DO WRITE IT!😋❤️❤️❤️❤️

✮ Tom Kaulitz ✮

Flowers 🌺

Thats me right there btw!! AHH TYSM FOR THIS IDEA LITERALLY LOVE YOU SM!! ILL DEF DO MY BEST TO WRITE THIS GOOD!!

Warnings: smoking, teasing 😜 yk all that fun giggly stuff. There might be some bad spelling 😓

sorry if its bad, i tried my best, pls lmk if u liked it in the comments!

Tom Kaulitz x fem reader !!

When your friends invited you to go to Hawaii with them you immediately started packing all of your clothes. You were beyond excited to go since you have heard super nice things about Hawaii, you were especially excited to go to the beach.

You’ve heard how beautiful the ocean was and you couldn’t wait to go see it for yourself, not to mention you get to spend time with your best friends.

After about a week of being in Hawaii, they finally took you to the beach after begging and begging.

Bill was also pretty excited to go too, as you both have been talking about it ever since they invited you.

Once you got there you immediately took off your flip flops in the sand and walked closer to the water.

Feeling the cool water touch your feet made you shiver slightly, getting a bit cold.

You wore some shorts and a swim top since you were all going to go swimming but you didn’t expect the water to be a bit cold so you didnt bring a jacket. (Pretend its been rainy over there and not so hot.)

You jumped as you felt some arms wrap around you, “oh my god, you scared me!” You said as you turned around and saw tom, smiling.

He chuckled and pulled something out of his pocket, “wanna smoke this with me?” He said, with a grin on his face.

You looked around and saw the others talking, “Mm, sure.” You said grabbing his hand and walking around until you found a spot.

He lit it up and took a quick puff out of it before handing it to you, you grabbed it and put it up to your lips, taking a hit.

You blushed as his fingers would slightly graze yours while taking the joint from you as you both passed it back and fourth, until it was all finished.

“Hey, look at that flower!” You said, walking over to a small beautiful flower, that was all by its self.

Your eyes opened as your jaw dropped, seeing more than just one flower, there was multiple scattered all around.

Your eyes lit up as you saw all of the gorgeous hibiscus flowers and plants all around you.

You felt tom grab your chin, slowly moving your head to make eye contact with him as he moved some of your hair behind and placing a beautiful hibiscus flower behind your ear.

You face heated up quickly, as a bright shade of red spread across your face. A small smile appeared on toms face.

“A gorgeous flower for a gorgeous girl.” He said, winking at you, leaning in closer to your face.

Youve had a crush on tom for the longest time now and you were getting nervous, since you never expected him to go farther than just flirting with you.

You heard laughing from behind you, making you back away and turn around seeing everyone laughing at the both of you.

Now this time toms face turned red as they walked up to you both, “AWW TOM!” Bill said, teasing his twin, and laughing in his face.

“aww did we ruin your guy’s moment?” Gustav said, also laughing. “Poor tommy, he didnt get his kiss.” Georg said.

You blushed and turned away, embarrassed. “Be quiet, lets just go, i wanna swim.” Tom said, rolling his eyes.

“Arent you gonna kiss your gorgeous girl? Or are you gonna leave her waiting.” Bill said, raising his eyebrows up and down, smirking at him.

Tom was already far away, trying to ignore all the teasing that he was getting from his brother and friends.

“Cant hear you!” He said, walking away even faster, they all laughed at him, and you eventually let out a giggle or two.

The way his face turned into a shade of pink was adorable, although you wish they wouldnt have ruined the moment between you two but things happen.

you stared at him with a smile on your face, seeing how they tease him.

“Come on! Lets get in the water nowww!” Bill said walking over to the water.

You stayed behind and looked down at your feet, moving your toes in the warm sand.

arms wrapped around you, but this time you knew who it was, the scent was familiar. Making you smile to yourself.

“How come you keep coming up from behind me? Are you trying to scare me or something?” You said, laughing.

You heard him chuckle and turn you around to face him, “No, just really like hugging you from behind.” He said, smiling.

You laughed and smiled, as you held eye contact. He put his hand on your cheek placing his lips onto yours, you stood in shock, not knowing what to do, but just melted into the kiss.

He pulled away and had a big smile on his face, with a slight tint of pink of his cheeks.

“Race ya to the water!” He said running, “Hey! no fair! You got a head start!!” you said, yelling and pulling your shorts down quickly, running behind him into the water.

“Hey! Wait up!” You said going into the water, immediately splashing him. “Hey!” He said splashing you back.

I hope you guys liked it! Sorry if it was a bit rushed, i was just super excited!!

#tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel #tokio hotel x reader #fanfic #kaulitz twins #tom kaulitz smut #tom kaulitz x y/n #tom kaulitz fluff #tom kaulitz x you

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I have a headcanons request: The main 3 + Tengen, Rengoku, and Shinobu reacting to their s/o who has an unconventional fighting style against demons such as fighting with beer/wine bottles, kicking of the nuts, etc. (And yet somehow they are one of the top hashira) Remember you don't have to do it if you don't want to, drink some water and get some sleep ❤

yes ofc! thank you for the amazing request!

(you’re so sweet please take care 💓)

i hope you enjoy :) + bonus character!

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Tanjiro:

“Y/n! What do you think you’re doing?! Fighting without a weapon?! And so recklessly!”

y/n’s boyfriend asked her while in battle, she grabbed anything she could that was in sight.

beer/wine bottles, etc. even her fists, fearless she fought. y/n kicked down a door that was near in the village and used it as a weapon against the demon. as she attacked the demon with the door her boyfriend tanjiro made sure she was safe by running behind her.

although she was a hashira he still wanted to be of service to her.

“What do you mean?! I don’t need a weapon!”

y/n spoke back to tanjiro as they both took another strike at the demon. her boyfriend holding his sword and trying to find a cutting point while his girlfriend y/n grabbed some bottled from the ground and threw them at the demon as a distraction for when she took a metal bar and cut the demons head clean off.

tanjiro looked at her in amazement, but snapped out of it to make sure she was ok.

“Woah! Are you ok? Not hurt?!”

“Yeah I’m fine. And see, told you I don’t need a weapon.”

y/n said as she walked off, tanjiro following behind her.

~~~~~♡︎~~~~~

Inosuke:

“How the hell are you gonna fight without a sword?!”

y/n’s boyfriend inosuke asked as he looked at her ready to fight the demon.

“I don’t need a damn sword, and besides this demon is already as good as dead.”

y/n said as he stroke a combat attack on the demon, kicking him in the sack as hard as she could taking a stance next to inosuke again.

“Woah now that’s what I call pretty damn amazing!”

her boyfriend shouted praising y/n. the demon fell to its knees covering his weak spot. inosuke then lifted y/n into the air as she wa ready to attack, the demon reacted quickly and removed himself away, he then began to attack her as she quickly grabbed this guys shoes and threw them at the demons face hard enough to take out an eye.

“Ughh eww! Totally gross!”

inosuke made a comment, y/n grinned and blew a kiss to her boyfriend as she finished the job by kicking the demons head clean off in one strike.

she then came down from her strike and walked over to her boyfriend who was stunned but still grossed out by the fact that demons eye is gone.

“Don’t look so amazed Ino, come on let’s get something to eat.”

y/n said as put her arm around her boyfriend as they walked away from the scene.

~~~~~♡︎~~~~~

Zenitsu:

“Y/N BE CAREFUL! RUN AND SAVE YOURSELF!!”

zenitsu shouted at his girlfriend who was kicking and slapping and throwing anything she could in sight at the demon.

“ZENITSU STAY WHERE YOU ARE.”

y/n said as her boyfriend obeyed her as he sniffled and shook on fear hiding from the demon as he watched the battle.

she flip kicked the demon neck off just after she slapped his face and threw a few trash items at the demon. y/n watched the demon fade into black dust before checking on her sniffling boyfriend.

“You ok?”

“Y/n! How can you be so brave and not have a weapon?”

zenitsu asked y/n crying and clinging onto her, she just patted his head and gently kissed his cheek comforting him.

~~~~~♡︎~~~~~

Tengen:

“What the hell do you think your doing? Fighting without a weapon, you must be insane if you think I’m gonna let you do that. It’s not flashy.”

y/n’s soon to be husband scolded her.

“I don’t need a weapon.”

she replied ready to fight that demon ahead of her.

“Yeah how?”

tengen proceeded, y/n ran towards the demon as she held a boom box that was playing music in her hands at the demon.

it landed inside the demons mouth and i guess it turned on party mode because the demon begun to light up as lights shown through its eyes, nose, and wide open mouth.

“So Flashy.”

tengen commented as his soon to be wife climbed onto the back of the demon and begun to punch, kick do whatever she can until it’s weaker.

y/n then saw the point grabbed a fork and began to stab at the neck as the demons head soon began to slide off.

tengen watched this with the face of “Eww what the hell.”

~~~~~♡︎~~~~~

Rengoku:

“You can do it Y/n!”

y/n’s boyfriend encouraged her as she sprung into action kicking the demon where it hurts, slapping its face and throwing bottles at it.

“Thanks Goku!”

she said as she side kicked his face, i think that really pissed off the demon.

“Y/n look out!”

rengoku shouted as he sliced the demons arm off before it could squash y/n. rengoku nodded at y/n and it was her opening point to cut the demons head off.

she raced at the demon and with a wine bottle in her hand cutting the demons head off with the broken glass it had.

~~~~~♡︎~~~~~

Shinobu:

“Y/n are you sure you don’t want a sword?”

shinobu asked her girlfriend who was slaready taking a stance at the demon in front of them.

“Yeah and can I take this one. I can take ‘em.”

“Sure, you’ve got this Y/n!”

y/n then charades at the demon and began to knee it’s face, she then grabbed a chair and smashed it on the demons head.

“Oh my.”

shinobu commented as y/n side kicked the demons head off.

“Still think I need a sword?”

~~~~~♡︎~~~~~

Mitsuri:

“Y/n looks so cute when she’s fighting with no weapon.”

mitsuri said in awe watching her girlfriend y/n take down a demon.

she got it in a headlock and started to knee it in the face. y/n then body slammed it to the ground, she began to kick it and throw anything she could in reach.

chairs, tables, bottles, plates, utensils. y/n finally side kicked the demons head off in one swift motion.

she walked over to her girlfriend Mitsuri and clapped her hands together to get the dust off.

“You looked to cute out there!”

“You think?”

mitsuri began to blush and hide her face a little while looking at her s/o. y/n smirking as she kissed mitsuri’s cheek.

~~~~~<3~~~~~

hiii! i really hoped you enjoyed this sory it took so long i’ve been a little busy but i will ALWAYS have time to write :)

lol well anyways, take care, drink water, and get rest 💓

specially made for @thatone-gayweeb :)

(sorry for any typos)

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Irresistible

Summary: It is finals week and boyfriend/fratboy!harry helps you study, but ends up being more of a distraction than he is a help.

Requested: nope but always open!

POV: 2nd

Warning(s): smutttt

You Harry

Y/N

harry

Wyd

you know i'm studying

Wanna come over

im studying

i have to get at least a 68 to pass a&p and i do not wanna retake this class its literally hell

Oh 68 that's nothing

harry this stuff is so hard ive never studied so much and knew so little

its cumulative too

Come over and I'll help you study

i dont believe you. we never end up studying when we try...

Baby I wanna help you. I haven't seen you in so long I feel like you're killing yourself over these finals

i have to

Let me help you then

Studying with someone else helps you remember things easier

you promise you'll help me and not distract me?

I can try

ughhh ok i'm omw

You sighed to yourself, knowing that this probably was the worst decision you could make at the moment. But you missed him. Since finals week was coming up, you have been slaving away in your dorm, trying to ingest as much material as you could so you would pass your tests.

You didn't even bother to change your clothes. You packed your bag, slipped on your shoes, and were out the door in a span of 10 minutes. Once arriving at the frat house, you texted your boyfriend to let him know that you were there. He greeted you at the door, unlocking it and letting you in. He wore a uni shirt and grey sweatpants. He also had his favorite snapback, the black one he wore constantly, sat backward on his head. His curls were peeking out from under it, making butterflies swarm in your tummy.

"Hi pretty girl," he grinned at you, knowing you loved when he called you that.

"Hi," you smiled, hugging him.

You followed him up to his room, closing the door behind you. Luckily his roommate had class for a couple of hours and wouldn't be home for a while, leaving you plenty of time to study with no distractions (hopefully).

"I missed you," he hummed as he sat on the edge of his bed with open arms, urging you to greet him.

You set your bag on the floor and slipped off your shoes, stepping in between his legs. You pressed a sweet kiss to his pink lips before wrapping your arms around him while he wrapped his around yours. You melted into his arms, letting him hold you for a moment, "I missed you too."

You laid your chin against the top of his head, the fabric from his hat slightly scratching your skin, "I'm so tired of studying. I literally feel so drained."

"Why don't you take a break with me? We can cuddle and watch an episode of that one show we're watching."

"Okay, but just one episode 'cause I need to study," you replied, lifting your head to look down at him.

"Okay, baby. C'mere," he urged, scooting back to lie against the headboard.

You snuggled up into his side, enjoying his warm embrace and letting yourself relax into him. He grabbed the remote from his bedside table and turned on the little tv he and his roommate set up in their room. He turned on the show you two were currently watching together and pulled you close to him.

Once the show ended, you sighed and got up to dig into your backpack, "Okay, I have to study now."

"Ya want me t' quiz you?" he asked as you sat back down on the bed next to him.

"Yeah," you nodded, handing him your purple notebook.

He began flipping through your pages and pages and pages of written notes, gasping, "Holy shit, you have to know all of this?"

"Yeah, it sucks."

"'m not looking forward to taking this class," he sighed, maneuvering his body so he was now sitting across from you.

"I'll help you," you replied.

"Aww, I knew I picked the right girl," he grinned at you.

"Seriously? You only picked me 'cause you knew I'd help you with school?" you teased.

"And 'cause you give great BJs, duhhhh!"

"Oh shut up. I'm pretty confident on the labeling part so quiz me on this part," you told him, pointing to the wordy portion of your notes, "I drew stars next to the ones I need to study more."

He went through your notes, coming up with questions and quizzing you, helping you find ways to retain the information on the ones you got wrong. He had gone through about two of many pages so far and you could tell he was starting to get bored, the mischievious side of Harry slowly creeping out.

"Mmm," he hummed and you could see the wheels turning in his head, "why dont we make this a game and for every question you get wrong, you take off a piece of clothing."

"Harrryyy!" you whined, "you told me you wouldn't distract me."

"'m not!! 'm just making this fun so you'll remember it better."

You groaned dramatically, "you're lucky you look hot right now."

"'s the hat innit?" he smirked that sly smirk of his and you hated him for it.

You rolled your eyes, confirming to him that he was correct. Harry in a backwards hat always got you going and he knew that.

"Okay, go."

"Kay," he began, skimming over your notes to construct another question for you, "What is the substrate of glycolysis?"

"Glucose."

"Good. What are the secretions of the small intestines and their functions?"

"Oh gosh okay," you grumbled, thinking for a moment, "maltase breaks the bond between two glucose molecules of maltose, sucrase breaks sucrose into glucose and fructose, and lactase hydroylzes lactose to glucose and galactose."

"What are the steps of peristalsis?"

"Fuck," you sighed, rubbing your eyes and ignoring the awful way he tried to pronounce that word, "I dunno, each step involves contraction of something to help move food."

He smirked at you, giving you a moment to think, secretly hoping you wouldn't remember.

"Ugh, I dunno, what is it?"

He told you the answer and you groaned, frustrated with yourself for getting that one wrong again.

"You know what that means," he sang.

You glared at him and pulled your hair out of the ponytail, slipping the hair tie on your wrist. Your long hair fell down your shoulders and you shook it out to make it look presentable.

He scoffed teasingly, "that doesn't count!"

"Yeah huh, it's an accessory," you argued.

"I said clothing item."

"Fine," you replied, slipping off a single sock and tossing it across the room.

He smirked at you, speaking back in a challenging tone, "you're really gonna play like that. Okay."

He continued to ask you questions, choosing the hardest questions with the wordiest answers to make the process faster. By now, you had both socks off, your pajama pants off, and had just taken off your sweatshirt, leaving you in just your underwear.

"How many erythrocytes are produced per second?"

"Umm, a thousand?"

He began giggling at you, "baby, you're way off. It's 2 million."

You sighed and began reaching behind your back, fumbling with the clasp of your white bra. You took your sweet time, watching his reaction to you. You unclipped your bra and let the straps slide down your shoulders, revealing your breasts to the cool air. Your nipples pebbled at the temperature change and you watched as he eyed you. He was such a boobs guy. The way he looked at you made you melt, butterflies erupting in your stomach. Complete love and lust clouded over his pretty, green eyes while he unintentionally bit his bottom lip before his eyes trailed back up to yours with a soft grin on his pink lips.

"Phew, just got hot in 'ere, huh?" he joked as he shook himself out of his trance.

"You act like you've never seen 'em before," you blushed.

"My girl's hot, I'll never get used to it."

"Next question."

"Okay, what are the similarities between of extrinsic and intrinsic pathways?"

"They both lead to the activation of prothrombinase which activates thrombin which converts fibrinogen to fibrin."

"Wrong."

"No that's right!" you retaliated, extremely confident in your answer.

He carefully tossed your notebook to the floor, beginning to hover over you and finger at the elastic band of your panties, "why don't we just say it's wrong and go ahead and take these off you."

Your breath hitched in your throat and you could feel your abdomin clench in anticipation. You let him dominate you, leaning back against the pillows while he hovered over you, "You wanna do that? Think it's time for a break?"

"Yeah," you nodded breathlessly, your hands coming up to grip at his shirt, "kiss me."

He dipped his head down and attached his lips to yours, moving them in sync. The kisses deepened and deepened and each one got more heated than the last. He pulled away with the smack of his lips against yours, slipping his fingertips into your panties and pulling them down your legs, tossing them onto the pile of your clothes on the floor.

"You're wet," he smirked, eyeing your glistening center.

He let his fingers run up and down your folds, spreading your wetness. His fingers landed on your throbbing clit, rubbing it how he's learned you like it. You let out a breath in relief, your hips bucking up into his fingers.

"You're such a bad influence," you breathed out as he hovered back over you, eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of his lips on your neck.

"But you love me," you felt him grin.

"So much," you smiled back.

His lips worked against your neck, leaving marks you knew you would complain about later while his fingers worked your clit, allowing all the stress from finals week to rise off your shoulders. You relaxed into the bed, enjoying the heavenly feeling of your boyfriend loving on you.

You tugged on his shirt, pulling it up towards his head, acknowledging you wanted it off. He sat up on his knees and took his hat off before grabbing onto the collar of his uni shirt and pulling it up over his head, tossing it onto the floor next to you, his growing collection of tattoos now on full display for you.

He began to lean back down before you stopped him, "wait, keep your hat on."

He smirked at you before he picked his hat back up and slipped it on his head backward, little curls peeking out from the sides. You giddily giggled as he hovered over you again and he kissed you, "Mm, you look so sexy with a backwards hat."

"Oh yeah?" he replied, his ego rising as he trailed his kisses down your body.

Landing on your chest, he took your right nipple into his mouth, kissing, sucking, and licking. You hummed in content as your hands wrapped around his warm skin, holding him tightly to you. He gave your other nipple the same attention before you pulled him away, "Kiss me."

He hovered back over you and kissed you, his right hand sliding down your body and coming in contact with your throbbing center again. His fingers slipped through your folds, spreading your wetness once more, feeling just how turned on you are for him.

"Fuck," he mumbled mostly to himself as he began to rub small circles on your throbbing clit, "you really do like the backwards hat, huh?"

You just moaned in response as he slipped one finger into your opening, thrusting it in and out before easily adding a second. He curled his fingers up, hitting that special spot that made your back arch.

"Want you in me," you whimpered softly into his ear, sending shivers down his spine.

He didn't think twice before he got up and slipped his sweatpants and briefs off. He pulled open the drawer on his bedside table and took out a condom, slipping it onto his hard shaft. He got on his knees in front of you, lining himself up with your entrance. He grabbed onto both of your ankles and rested them on his shoulders. You felt your thighs stretch as he leaned over you. His member slid into you, both of your jaws going slack as he began to move in and out of you, finding a good pace.

"'s that feel good?" he asked.

"Mhm, it feels so good," you whined softly, feeling your orgasm beginning to coil in your stomach.

He always made you feel so good. He knew your body like the back of his hand, knowing exactly what you liked and disliked. It took a while for you to figure out what you liked since you were a virgin before you started dating Harry. He was such a sweetheart though, always so patient with you and making sure you were comfortable. He never got mad at you when he wasn't able to get you to finish and he always encouraged you and showered you with compliments when you pleasured him, even though you were convinced you were doing a horrible job.

He loved to make you feel good and was invested in learning about your body and what got you going. He craved the opportunity to give you pleasure rather than receive (although he does love to receive), which was the opposite of most boys your age.

Now that you're way past the learning about each other stage, he never fails to make your back arch and your toes curl, struggling to not scream his name and let everyone know how good he was making you feel.

"Faster, Harry, go faster," you moaned softly.

He sped up his pace, the sound of skin slapping and your wetness filling your ears before he slowed down again, but still slightly faster than his original pace, "We can't be too loud, baby."

You whined, this time in frustration, "I wish we lived alone so bad."

"One day," he hummed, "I promise."

You let out a soft whimper, your walls subconsciously clenching around him and causing him to groan softly into your ear. He pressed kisses just under your ear lobe and shivers ran across your body.

He lifted his head up to look at you and your eyes connected with his. He was gorgeous. His skin and tattoos were glittering under a thin layer of sweat, his eyebrows furrowed together in pleasure and his mouth was slightly agape with uneven breaths and occasional moans slipping out. His chest and arm muscles were tensing with every movement he made; all that football he was playing paid off for you. The backward hat on his head was also making every 100x hotter.

He let out a soft smile at you and you smiled back at him, hands cupping his cheeks to pull him down to kiss you. His lips moved against yours and his thrusts slowed down as he kissed you, most of his attention now on slipping his tongue past your lips and tasting you.

"Oh, I wanna scream," you whimpered softly against his pink lips.

"Me too," he grunted, "you feel so good."

Those words went straight to your core and you gripped onto him tighter, your painted fingernails digging into his back. Your hips bucked up and slightly circled under him, desperate for a release. His swollen, red tip hit your special spot with every thrust of his hips and caused your toes to curl.

He leaned down slightly and used his elbows to hold himself up rather than his hands. His thrusts got sloppy and you could tell he was getting tired but was still determined to bring you both to the edge. The stretch on the back of your thighs became too much and you instinctively moved your legs off of his shoulders. He sat up slightly so you could get them under his arms and comfortably lay them on the bed. He leaned back down on his elbows and pressed a few sweet kisses to your forehead, moving a few strands of hair out of the way as he began to grind his hips against yours.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, squeezing him tightly and pushing him deeper into you. His lips trailed down your face, across your jaw, and to your neck, making sure to pay extra attention to what he knew were your sweet spots.

"Wantcha t' ride me," he hummed, as he pulled out of you.

He rolled off of you, falling against the sheets next to you in a huff. He lifted his head slightly to take off his snapback, ruffling his sweaty, but gorgeous, chocolatey locks.

"Can you sit against the headboard?" you asked.

He obeyed and sat up against the headboard, slipping his hat backward onto his head comfortably. You sat up and straddled his lap, now face to face and chest to chest with him. You wrapped your hand around his length, giving it a few pumps before positioning it at your entrance. You sank down onto him, both of you watching as he disappeared inside of you. You paused for a second, giving yourself time to adjust to him.

"Mm, you look so pretty like this," he whispered, hands reaching up to cup your breasts, kneading them.

You smiled at him, before leaning in to kiss him, "I love you."

"I love you too."

You began to grind onto him, pressing your forehead against his. The little curls peeking out from under his hat tickled your skin. He placed both hands on either side of your waist, guiding you with every movement of your hips. He was so deep inside you that you could feel every inch of him. Your hands cupped each side of his neck, subconsciously pulling at the curls around the back of his neck, the ones that peeked under the brim of his hat.

You loved this position. It always felt so good. He was in the perfect position for you to kiss him and watch him. He got so deep inside of you, rubbing up against your sweet spots. With every thrust of your hips, his pelvic bone, and the patch of coarse hair there stimulated your clit, something you needed to be pushed over the edge.

He dipped his head down and began pressing open-mouthed kisses to anywhere his lips could reach; your neck, your collarbones, and the swell of your breasts, leaving more marks to your collection. You always loved when he kissed you like that. The feeling of him inside of you and his warm lips on your neck had you going feral and you could tell he was too.

"Fuck, Y/N, you close?"

"Yeah," you moaned.

"'m not gonna last much longer, I need yeh t' cum," he whimpered painfully against the skin of your chest.

"Almost there," you breathed out.

You moved faster against him, giving everything in you to get yourself and him to finish. He bent his legs and pressed his feet flat on the bed, gripping your hips tighter. He began moving his own hips under yours, your thrusts meeting his.

"Oh, Harry, that feels so good. Please don't stop. Don't stop."

"I know you're close, baby, I can feel it. Let go for me, c'mon," he grunted back.

And that was all you needed to let go for him. The knot in the pit of your stomach released and your entire body was numb with pleasure. You wanted to scream so bad but you held your breath to help stay quiet. Your eyes were squeezed shut, your lips pursed and your face was scrunched up as your orgasm ripped through you.

Harry's grip on your hips tightened more, leaving marks on your sensitive skin as his orgasm shortly followed yours. You continued to move against him, trying to drag every last second of your releases. Coming down from your highs, you began breathing heavily, feeling the relief washing over you.

You relaxed on him, your chest against his and your arms wrapped around each other. You rested your head on his shoulder, taking a moment to catch your breath while you felt him soften inside of you. You lifted your head up to look at him and blushed slightly at the look on his face. His eyes were hooded, his skin slightly glistened with sweat, and his lips parted as he breathed heavily, a smirk growing, "That was so hot."

You rolled your eyes teasingly, getting up and heading towards the bathroom to clean yourself up, "I swear I can never get anything done with you."

He chuckled softly before calling back to you as you walked away, "Face it, baby. I'm irresistible."

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