#ladies you know what dudes I'm talking about

[bat-the-misfit]

"disappointment" is when you show a drawing of the main male character of the book you're writing to your mother and she says he's "kinda ugly" as if he had the responsability of being handsome for being the Main Male Character (tm)

#mom it's Tadeu we're talking about #after everything i told you about Tadeu do you really think he'd be Tipically Handsome (tm)? #also this is weird bc some people might actually think he's attractive bc beauty is relative #i personally don't imagine him as a dude i'd simp for #even then what if my book gets a series (lol) and the actor who plays him is handsome while still being perfect for he role??? what if??? #actually if you look at his board on my pinterest you will see the dudes i put there that remind me of him #are actually very cute in my view and they still look like Tadeu even if Tadeu's not “that cute” for me #so who knows dude??? what even is beauty??? why do people need to be “beautiful”???? #i think my mom forgot who's her child lmao #i LOVE taking everything that society made typical and popular and putting my own twist on it #and funnily she knows about this #like come on it's a book about time travel and no one time travels on it lol #the main character is a girl that has a boy best friend and they don't fall in love with each other #the old lady who serves as a mentor in a literary sense is actually an angry bitch and not your typical Wise Mentor (tm) like Gandalf #while other books' mentors are saying philosofical shit about life the mentor of my book is holding herself to punch the charas on the face #but really why do people need to be beautiful? can't we just BE people??? #also just bc i like men that doesn't mean all my male characters are supposed to be attractive to me #to me my characters are my children not my boyfriends #UUUUUGH MOM WHY MOM #I'M SO ANGRY LOL RESPECT MY SON TADEU HE DESERVES THE WORLD #LEAVE HIM AND HIS UGLY HAIRSTYLE IN PEACE #tio morcego tá pistola

[bibiana112]

Everyone's always so mad over unsolicited criticism but you know what makes me furious? Unsolicited comfort. Me simply not expressing myself the same way as you is not a sign that I'm depressed and in desperate need for you to come to my rescue, it is not an invitation for you to act like my one pillar of reliability or to act like my friend when you do not know my life, do not know wether I do have support, do not know I chose to be in this position you feel so uncomfortable looking at and on god you just don't get to pity me for living my fucking life the way I want to

#unsolicited advice is somewhere in the middle of these two that's not what I'm talking about #I'm just so bothered that some straight old lady on the boot besides mine kept treating me like a fucking child #because I was on my own #my father and my sibling were willing to help I just felt more comfortable doing sales on my own #cause I can't bounce between scripts that easy #and she kept talking down on me and once we left on the first day she said something like ''tomorrow will be better okay?'' #COMPLETELY UNPROMPTED and it's stuck in my mind so bad #someone else across from me also thought I was bummed out but one they were school kids trying to help and two THEY FUCKING ASKED #once they asked and I explained myself we continued to get along I thought it was sweet and they clearly were looking up to me #like on terms of art skill and such #it was very nice I thanked them before leaving and I assured them I was having fun but I'm just not from there and work differently #they said I was nice and asked for advice getting commission work from overseas #but the lady literally only babied me her son was also uncomfortably trying to make conversation as if I couldn't be left to my own devices #god it just makes me so mad! #I know how I look and I know me being cold in the first day didn't help my disposition be very energetic at all but gooood #who asked for life advice. not me you don't know what I'm doing with mine leave me alone #MEANWHILE that bearded dude who called the cat a dog??? Left while criticizing how I organized my shit #solid physical things I could adjust without too much effort and that would make it easier for customers #and you know what?? he left and I was thankful and Made those Adjustments because it had a clear reason why it affected him #and it made SENSE to fix it'd just improve quality of service #the guy came back later with his kids and he was super cool #anyway experiences experiences I am going to bite anyone who's that condescending to me again #Void fala aí #also i didn't know how to describe her ''old'' was probably incorrect she was your average karen age

[freesomebodybyluna]

today has been so evil so far if you go to sbux today you're going to hell

#for like 2 hrs straight i was up to my neck is mobile/cafe/delivery orders & everyone was up to their neck in their positions too #and at one pt our shift was on lunch so it was only 3 of us on the floor & bc my coworker was so swamped with food & front orders #the drip coffee wasnt being brewed & so i had to brew asap for a lady who had been waiting for a mobile order for a while #and so i was trying to do that asap and got the grinds in the filter at one pt so i had to regrind #and my coworker doing drive drinks was like 'whos doing cafe?? youre supposed to be on cafe???' #and im like first of all I'm technically only customer support but ive been planted at this station helping YOU out #which i did say all of that but ne ways shes all like '(our shift) told me you were on cafe I'm gonna have to talk to her about that' and i #was like dude im doing cafe but i had to rebrew our drip bc we're out of all of them!!! like listen to me!!!! and shes like im not mad at #blah blah like idgaf if you are im fucking clarifying the situation for you so you can shut the fuck up & let me do what i need to do i #fucking know ppl are waiting on their cafe orders that's literally what im working on if you just got youre fucking head out of your ass #you're pissing me off!!! i already hate working with your ass and you're making it worse #and whenever shed catch a break shed have the audacity to ask if i needed help seeing that i literally had a shit ton of #tickets on my machine like just fucking help me #or at least get some fucking ice or something stop repeatedly asking me & use your eyes #luckily the shift got back eventually & restocked stuff & just as i finally caught up it was my lunch time like...... #fuck my stupid baka life as if yesterday afternoon with my whole car issue wasnt enough #also go to hell if you stand at the pick up station breathing down my neck for your order & cont to triple check drinks that are very #obviously not yours if the name is anything to go by!!!! #dl

[lizardlicks]

I love working in medicine. I especially love working in medicine as a queer person because I get to see the entire breadth of our community. It's not what you think it is.

Do you know how many older gay and trans people I meet on a daily basis? It's not all young, thin teens with dyed hair.

There's this one gay couple, in their 60s, always get their lab work done together, always leaning into each other and laughing about some private joke of the week. They lost a bunch of their friends in the 80s, and they always remark about how good our facility is to them. They smile when they talk to me like yeah, we made it, we're still kicking and screaming, and by god that's how we'll go out.

This butch lady with pure silver that works at a mechinc's shop down the street and always calls me sugar when I see her. Checked in a person the other day who looked like the blanded most non-descript typical middle age cis dude, but went by a femme name and had x/nonbinary gender tag and they/them pronuns.

Then there's the young trans kids that are tto scared to dress the way they want most of the time, still uncertain about using their name and pronouns in a medical setting until we do it for them withiout them asking, treat them as the gender they prefer, and you just can see the weight fall off them as their care giver team treats them as human and with such care and love. They're always smiling by the end even if they had to do something frightening and painful.

The 20 and 30 somethings that I see going out of their way to interact with me because I'm proudly, visibly queer at work, most especially for them because we all need to know that there is someone looking out for us when we're vulnerable. We exist as this vibrant, complex tapestry, so far outside of the way we get stereotyped and talked about online and in the media. My god we are everywhere, experiencing life in ways you will never know about. You are not alone. You were never alone.

#lizard is starting to ramble

[starrystevie]

eddie knows his crush on steve harrington is a hopeless cause, okay?

he's somehow been friends with steve long enough to know what he looks like when he's flirting, what he looks like when he has a crush, when his sights are set on someone very non-eddie munson shaped. he also now knows how to hide his jealousy in a fake smirk that he flashes steve's way when yet another pretty girl walks their way with her sights set on him and a smirk of her own.

eddie always watches as steve reaches out a hand just so to gently brush it against a lovely lady's arm with that charming fucking smile and sees how that lovely lady will always melt at the touch. and who could blame her? certainly not eddie, the same eddie who's had his own sights set on steve harrington for what feels like a life time. if anyone knows how painfully a heart can beat when it sees him from across the room and imagines a date and a future and a life with steve, it would be eddie.

but that's where it ends. steve harrington, the ladies man that he is, always stops things there with a smile and a wave thrown in the woman's direction as she walks away. it throws eddie for a loop every time. he would watch the two flirt for minutes that that felt like torturous hours for him only for it to end with a disappointed look on her face and steve turning his attention back to eddie like nothing had happened.

it makes no sense.

"i don't get it, man," he says one day as steve lets yet another girl walk away down to the opposite end of the grocery store aisle they're in. steve's turned back to staring at the shopping list in his hand and is muttering to himself instead of watching her walk away like eddie is, disbelief coloring his face.

"don't get what?" steve asks back, not bothering to look up until the silence goes on for too long. his eyes land on eddie's and he frowns slightly, shaking his head slowly. "... did i miss something?"

eddie reels back, eyebrows furrowing together and motions his arms every which way, from the girl's retreating form to the empty space around them.

"steve, you're just going to let her walk away and not get her number? she was obviously hitting on you, dude."

he watches as steve's face crinkles slightly before smoothing out and shrugs his shoulders, turning back to grab the cat food eddie feeds to the strays off the shelf. he lurches forward and places his hands on steve's shoulders to face him, watching as his eyes go wide.

"what do you want me to say?" steve shrugs again and eddie can feel the movement under his hands. "i guess i wasn't feeling it."

eddie sighs, scrubbing a hand down his face before returning it back to steve's shoulder. "wasn't feeling it... steve, i'm gay, not blind. you two obviously were hitting it off with your fucking charming lines and flirty eyes. you always do this and it makes zero fucking sense-"

"-you're gay?"

steve says a bit too loud for eddie's liking even if they are currently hidden in the pet food aisle. heat floods his cheeks and he throws a hand cover steve's mouth while shushing him to keep him from saying it again. he sees steve's eyes go even wider and feels warmth spreading under his fingers.

is steve...

"you knew this!" eddie accuses in a whisper and tries to breathe evenly while steve's gaze travels all over his face. "we talked about it with robin that one time!"

... is he blushing?

there's a sudden pressure at his side and he looks down to see steve's fingers curling over his waist. eddie takes in a stuttering breath and brings his own wide eyes up to meet steve's. it's like looking in a fun house mirror, seeing his flush creeping up steve's neck and watching steve blink in time with him. he can feel when steve tries to say something, his lips ghosting over his palm and eddie pulls back like he's been burned, but steve's hand stays right where it is on his side.

"i absolutely would have remembered if you told me that before," he says and his voice is a little breathless. "there's no way i was there when you guys talked about it."

eddie thinks back to the party when he and robin were huddled up on their couch together. argyle and nancy were dancing in their socks on the living room floor, bouncing around to some experimental track that had been badly recorded on a cassette. jonathan was sitting at the coffee table snapping photos of them, joint hanging from his lips and easy smile spreading on his face.

eddie's trying to pinpoint where steve is in this memory and that's usually the easiest thing for him to remember, but he can't...

until suddenly he can, because steve walked in through the sliding door with his shirt over his shoulder and his swim trunks low on his hips and water dripping down his chest and a cigarette behind his ear and the sunset bleeding in through the windows was painting him golden and he was walking over to dance with nancy with a wide grin pulling at his cheeks and-

"god, i'm gay," eddie had breathed out. robin followed his line of sight and nodded because she gets it like she has a steve problem of her own and that was that.

eddie focuses back in on steve while they stand in the fucking pet food aisle, focuses on the shrill jingle pouring out of the grocery store speakers and not on the way he can hear his heartbeat in his ears, focuses on the way steve can look good even in harsh fluorescent lights.

"well, now you know," is all he can breath out.

steve smiles, all white teeth and crinkled eyes, and his fingers curl even tighter around eddie's waist as he takes a half step even further into his personal space.

"you're why," steve says back easily and eddie reminds himself to breathe as the other side of his waist suddenly has a hand covering it, too. "i don't take their numbers, i don't give them mine, i don't go on the stupid dates they ask me out on because..."

the fingers dance up his side and eddie can't breathe.

"... they're not you, so why would i?"

eddie sends up a silent thank you to whoever is listening that they're hidden away from prying eyes in the pet food aisle so he can lean it and learn for the first time what steve's smile tastes like.

#under a read more solely for length one day i'll learn how to write short things #me everyday: oh this would be fun to write about! maybe 2 paragraphs or so! #and then this happens #steddie #steddie headcanon #my writing #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie drabble #steddie ficlet

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Eddie always notices the cheerleaders, he never notices you, so in an attempt to move on you go to Steve's party and one thing leads to another with him.

Perhaps it's the knock on the head Eddie needs to realise how he really feels?

Mdni, 18+, Fluff and angst, unrequited feelings or are they? Jealousy.

Eddie Munson X Reader.

Brief Steve Harrington x Reader.

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Eddie was always flirting with the cheerleaders, it didn't matter if they never flirted back, or they only flirted back to piss off their boyfriends, obviously they were Eddie's type despite his intense hate of the dark side.

You watched Eddie moon over the impossibly pretty girls and sag. He would never notice you, you were just his friend, one of the members of Hellfire.

"Why do you flirt with them all the time Eddie, aren't they part of the dark side of whatever?", you ask him and the rest of Hellfire quieten, it wasn't often that someone challenged Eddie, if at all.

"Sweetheart, I like to extend my superior flirting techniques to all the ladies" he answers back with a teasing smile. All the ladies except you of course.

"Dude, you have no technique, unless technique counts at you making a total goofball ass of yourself" Gareth points out but quietens at Eddie's glare.

"Princess is a girl and you don't flirt with her" Mike adds and Eddie rolls his eyes at him.

"Because she's like one of the guys Wheeler" you still as you process Eddie's comment. One of the guys, that's all he saw you as.

"But I'm not Eddie, just say the truth that you don't feel like that for me and be done with it" you don't mean to be so snappy but Eddie's comment has hurt you.

"I just said that" he says impatiently and it sends a knife to your heart. It's the confirmation you need that he's never going to see you in the same way you see him.

...

Thursday is party night at Steve's, it's the first he's held in a while and what started as just a small intimate gathering has snowballed into tons of students finding their way to his.

He notices you at exactly the same time you notice him, you're new to the party scene. It was a spur of the moment to come here, fuelled by Eddie's comment and the need to move on.

Or to just get completely drunk and forget your heartbreak for a night.

"Hey, haven't seen you at many parties" he hands you another beer and you shrug.

"Just wanted a change, shouldn't you be mingling with the guests?" He makes a face and sits beside you, clinks his beer with yours.

"Yeah, I wasn't expecting this many people. It's not really for me anymore" you look at Steve, really look at him and realise how much he has changed from the Steve you've known for years.

The crowd cheers at someone using the beer keg, the guy is upside down and laughs with his friends as he finishes. The noise is beginning to give you a headache, Steve notices your expression and gestures to the door.

"You wanna get out of here?" He suggests and you nod. Absolutely.

...

For a while you and Steve talk, ignore the noise downstairs and you find yourself relaxing in his company.

"So Munson huh?" he asks gently and you wonder how he knows. Maybe it's the way your face lights up just at the mention of Eddie. Body flushing in embarrassment you nod and sigh.

"He doesn't even notice me" Steve scowls and gently places his hand on your shoulder, squeezes it tenderly.

"Unrequited love. I know all about that. Munson's an idiot" you peer up at Steve and his gaze lingers on your lips, desire floods through you and before you know it you and Steve are kissing.

Hesitant you break away, Steve gently strokes your cheek. "Do you want to do this? It doesn't have to be anything more than two friends seeking comfort honey?" you let that sink in for a few seconds then make your decision.

You lean forward and kiss Steve again.

As the party rages on you and Steve lose yourself in one another.

...

Bright sunshine wakes you in the morning and you groan, Steve is soundly asleep beside you and all the memories flood back.

Fuck. You slept with Steve. Steve groans as you rush out of bed and his hand gently tugs at your arm. "Hey, slow down honey" he mumbles sleepily.

Flustered you sit back down and he takes your hand, "You okay? Was last night okay?" you nod feeling a little bit shy.

"It was nice, really nice" he squeezes your hand and kisses your cheek and even though you're smiling there's a mix of emotions inside you.

You always thought your first time would be with Eddie, it was silly but that's what you thought. You know this was a one time thing but it would be nice if you got to know Steve more, he was a really great guy, nicer than you ever thought.

"I can drive you to school if you want? I need to pick up Robin anyway" you agree to this and quickly get dressed, following Steve out the door.

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Movies sure did exaggerate first times. It was lovely but you didn't feel any different or look any different. As normal you head into school and make your way to your locker.

Whispers follow you, you begin to feel paranoid that it's about you and Steve, but the party was really busy last night so who would have seen you and Steve together?

Listening closely to the mutterings around you, you cringe when you hear your name and Steve's. Well shit. The cat was out of the bag.

You slept with Steve and somehow that fact has made it around Hawkins High gossip chain quicker than you could blink. Steve was out of high school so he didn't tell anyone, except maybe Robin but she hardly participated in school gossip. So someone must have seen you going up Steve's room at the party.

Fuck. You avoid the gazes of the rest of your classmates and just about make it to lunchtime to the safety of the Hellfire table. Rarely did any of them pay attention to any gossip, so you assumed you were safe here.

You were so very wrong. From the way that Jeff was staring at you, it was obvious he had heard what happened. Could anything just stay a secret without it making rounds? The perks of living in a small town, you grumble. Everyone knew everyone's business.

Determined you hold your head up high, you don't have anything to be ashamed of. If someone tried to do that then they were an asshole, you weren't going to pay any attention to them.

Eddie barely notices any of the stares heading the way of the Hellfire table, he's off on one of his rants and hyped up.

He winds up Jason as per the usual but Jason only smirks and his gaze rests on you. Bingo on who saw you going up to Steve's room then. You're tempted to flip him the bird but refrain from doing so. It was better to ignore the idiot.

"Hey Munson, I didn't think any of you Hellfire freaks had it in you but she's showing you all up" he points to you and you glare at him. Asshole.

Confused Eddie turns to you and Jason continues his tirade. "So how was it huh? Screwing king Steve?"

There's immediate silence in the cafeteria and you feel embarrassment flood through your body at the attention and the fact that Jason has said it publicly.

"Better than the poor girl who has to ride your tiny limp dick Carver" you reply sweetly and watch as his face goes red with rage.

"Could hear you from the other room couldn't we Chrissy? Oh Steve" he exaggerates moaning and crude gestures. Eddie has gone strangely quiet and he catches your eye.

"You slept with Harrington?" his face is blank and you don't know what to say, his reaction is strange and before you can reply the bell rings, leaving the conversation unfinished.

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You're faced with comments and giggles all through the rest of class, you put on a brave face but Eddie notices you discreetly wipe your face with the back of your hand at your locker.

All Eddie feels is rage. Steve must have let Carver know all the details of your night with him. There are other emotions churning in his body but he can't look at them too closely because they will change everything.

So he focuses on the rage and decides to go and see Steve.

...

Steve didn't expect a visit from Eddie Munson, he's stacking shelves with Robin and help from Dustin who's practically mooning over his new friend.

Then the guy walks in, his brown eyes flashing with anger and makes a beeline straight for Steve who can barely react when Eddie's fist hits his face.

The videos scatter and Dustin exclaims in shock as Robin rushes to help him. Steve clutches his nose and glares at Munson. "Dude, what the fuck?"

"Cut the shit Harrington. Did you tell Carver all about your night with yn? Spread all the details so people would hound her all fucking day?" Steve gapes and realises that Eddie has gotten the wrong idea.

"What? no way dude. That night was between us" he watches Eddie's anger deflate slightly. Grudgingly he helps Steve up but is still glaring daggers at him, gingerly Steve massages his nose and winces.

"Jeez Munson, that was a mean hit. Are you jealous or something?" Eddie's eyes widen and he scoffs.

"Jealous? I'm not jealous" Robin scrutinises Eddie and nods as does Dustin. He was totally jealous, even if he didn't want to admit it.

"Well you're acting like it dude, she's not your girlfriend so why do you care who she sleeps with" Eddie seems lost for words and opens and closes his mouth several times.

"Dude, did you just realise now after you told her that she wasn't your type" Dustin rolls his eyes at him and Eddie looks sheepish. Robin gapes at him and whacks him on the shoulder.

"Oh my god, you're an even bigger dingus than Steve" she exclaims, Eddie winces and rubs his shoulder.

"I know I'm an idiot. I fucked up, I realised once I heard about you and her and that I've been hiding how I feel for months. So yeah you're right Buckley, I'm a dingus"

Dustin looks between Eddie and Steve, catches Robin's eyes and rolls his eyes. "So why don't you just get on with it and tell her?" He asks exasperated.

Eddie bites his lip, he knows he has to tell you but what if he's too late? He voices his concerns and Robin smiles. "You never know until you say something"

He nods still nervous but determined, and he also still has the urge to kick Steve but he puts that down to the jealousy still pulsing in his veins. He had to do this, had to be Eddie the Brave and win his princess.

...

Eddie's at your door with wildflowers he plucked from the forest, he hands them to you and you smile, feeling better already.

"What a shit day" you sag and he pulls you into a hug, you're exhausted with the wave of emotions that has been plauging you all day. Then you remember Steve's call and peer at Eddie.

"Steve told me you hit him" Eddie's cheeks turn pink and he ducks his head to avoid your gaze.

"I thought Steve managed to spread around about your night together and I kinda lost it, you were so upset and it pissed me off... I was totally jealous as well" he says this in a quieter tone and you're sure you've misheard him.

"You were jealous of me and Steve?" he nods and you're puzzled by this because he said he didn't see you that way. Noticing your confusion Eddie gives you one of his sweet dimpled smiles.

"Yeah, I'm a dumbass or a dingus as Robin said" you snort feeling exasperated. After all this heartache it turns out that he does have feelings for you after all.

"You couldn't have figured this out earlier?" his cheeks warm at your response.

"I know, I have now and I'm hoping I'm not extremely late and that maybe you feel the same way sweetheart?" you tug him to you, hooking your fingers through the waistband of his jeans and kissing him then breaking away secretly thrilled when he looks dazed.

He captures your lips with his again and you can't help but smile.

"You're a dingus Eddie Munson" he gives you the sweetest, goofiest grin and tugs you close to him.

'I know Princess, but I'm your dingus"

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#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x best friend reader

[qcomicsy]

Phrases I bet were said on the Wayne Manor without context Part ll

Tim: You know, everytime we have to say "technically it's not murder" it doesn't sound as great as we hope it so.

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Dick, on the living room:

Duke, first time alone with him: So... Discowing, huh.

Dick: Alright-

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Alfred, very tired: I suppose I shouldn't ask about the 6'0 orange lady flying of your window this morning?

17 year old Dick Grayson: I'd really hope you not.

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Steph: I'm JUST SAYING, that IF "hypothetically" WE both showed up on patrol wearing my cape, hood down and then lifted up the hood just to show matching RedHood™ helmets behind it we could both have the joy to see penguin's henchmen pissing on their pants.

Jason putting his book down: I'm listening.

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Dick: Just- Just be nice about it, for once in your life okay?

Bruce: Hn. (lying)

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Bruce: I'd like to remind all of you that Diana has international political immunity.

Dick: The fuck you mean by that????

Bruce: No reason. Just saying. In case we all forgot.

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Alfred: We are all aware that Master Bruce isn't fond of violence *loads glock*.

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Bruce: Be nice to your brother

Jason: I'm not even nice to you.

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Jason, 10 years old talking about Dick to his school friend: Yeah, he just comes here, eat all our food, screams at Bruce for 45 minutes and goes away.

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Tim, 15 years old, also talking about Dick to his school friend: He just comes here-

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Bruce, very, very tired: So... a boat.

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Tim: Do it.

Jason, cleaning his gun: Dude what the fuck.

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Tim, 7 nights awake in a roll: Do you think if I just scream loud enough Clark will come here and put me out of my misery.

Dick as Batman, 12 nights awake in a roll: He won't.

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Dick putting Batman's suit: He couldn't at least had the DECENCY of cleaning- muffled cursing noises*

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Harley Quinn at 3 am: I'll pay you fifty bucks if you pretend you never saw me here

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Dick, 17 years old: The fuck are you doing here.

Talia, with a shitty ass grin showing the engagement ring on her finger: I live here.

Dick:

Bruce: Listen-

#batfamily shenaningans #batfamily incorrect quotes #batfam incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #dick grayson #jason todd #duke thomas #tim drake #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #talia al ghul #this turned a lot more dick centric than I intended #but hey I love the boy #let's hear for the boy #what can I do #phrases I bet were said

[taylormarieee]

New Girl Luke Castellan

Summary: You were the new girl in town, after stirring some problem, you catch the attention of a certain kind, hermes boy where you have your first times with...

Pairing: Luke Castellan x Fem!Aphrodite!reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Kisses, first time, angst, fluff, Percy being a sweetheart, Admiration, Mild cursing, mentions of fighting...

A/N: This was inspired by @angelicdanvers for her Breathe Deeper Social media fic. I will be having a social media thingy as well because I was so inspired by her, so creds to this lovely lady right here<33

You were Aphrodite's demigod daughter. When your Father safely brought you to camp half-blood you were scared.

You didn't want to be here. You didn't want to leave your father, but I guess there's a first time for everything.

2:14pm

You were not claimed yet and was relocated to the hermes cabin. Where kids who weren't claimed go until they are claimed.

You walked in with Chiron and he explained everything to you. As you walk in Chiron claps to get everyone's attention.

All eyes were on you. You hated this kind of attention but at the same time, something inside of you loved having this attention.

"Everyone, This is our new half-blood, Please make her feel welcome." He announces to everyone in the room.

Your eyes land on a blonde haired boy with blue eyes. He smiles at you and you smile back. You notice your stuff next to the blonde kid and went over there.

Everybody's eyes traced your body and where you walked. When you finally reached your stuff you sat down and sighed.

"Hi. Are you ok?" The blonde haired boy asked you. You looked up and saw him sitting next to you and staring at you with sympathy.

"Yea, just overwhelmed you know? Didn't want to a half-blood. Didn't expect any of this." You respond.

"I know. My first time here was two weeks ago. I'm still trying to get used to it. I lost my mom trying to get here. I'm Percy. Percy Jackson." He says with a warm smile.

You offer it right back. "I'm sorry about your mom. Nice to meet you Percy Jackson."

You tell him your name and he smiles. You two talk for a while before a certain someone catches your eye.

A cute brunette boy with a scar on his right eye and cute puppy dog eyes staring at you and percy talk.

When you look at him, you both hold eye contact for a little while before Percy snaps you out of it by calling someone's name.

"Luke! Come here dude." He calls. You look away looking for who he's calling over and that's when you notice he was calling over the boy you were staring at earlier.

So his name was Luke huh? you thought. He was cute, very cute. You loved the way his curls bounced as he made his way over to the both of you.

You loved the smile that appeared on his face when he saw his friend Percy. He also threw a kind smile your way and you folded.

"Wassup Percy!" He said with excitement. He stopped in front of both of you still standing.

You stood when Percy stood up not wanting to be the only one on the floor looking like a fool.

"I wanted you to meet my new friend." He says with his cute smile. You look at him and he locks eyes with you again.

"Hey, I'm-"

"Luke. Yea, I heard." You respond with a slight chuckle. This makes him chuckle and he raises an eyebrow as if to ask what your name is.

You also tell him your name and he repeats it. You love the way it rolls off his tongue. The way he says it so easily and majestically.

"Well, come on! We'll show you around." He says smiling at you again. As your walking a girl with curls comes and pushes you in the shoulder.

"Hey what the hell is your problem!" You snap back pushing her. She immediately pushes you back and you push her right back again.

Before things could escalate any further, Luke is pulling you back by your arms while your thrashing around yelling at her.

"Shhh calm down. Calm down." He says in your ear.

"Don't tell me to calm down! Let me go Luke!" You say slightly breaking out of his hold and pushing her down to the ground.

She yells at you with hatred and rage in her eyes and you yell right back.

When Luke pulls you back your seething with wrath but you've calmed down a bit.

"Ugh! What is your problem new girl?!" Clarisse yells at you.

"My Problem!? What's your problem?!" You yell back...

"You pushed me for no reason and then laughed about it! I know you fucking saw me!"

"Don't EVER do that again or I promise you will regret it!" You say pulling Luke's hands off you.

Immediately Clarisse scoffed but she backed off raising her hands in surrender.

"Ok...ok, i'm sorry. Won't happen again." She says staring at you. You blinked a little shocked at her surrender but you nodded.

"Apology accepted. I'm sorry for pushing you back." You apologize. She wipes the tiny blood on her face from when she fell and then nodded before walking away.

All of a sudden the crowd splits when she leaves and everyone looks up and sees an Open winged Dove holding a rose in its beak above your head.

Chiron's voice is heard as he approaches. "You have been claimed. Daughter of Aphrodite. Goddess associated with love, lust, beauty, pleasure, passion, and procreation." He announces.

You look at Luke and Percy and they smile at you.

5:35pm

You all were having Lunch at the Hall and you were sitting with Luke, Percy, and Annabeth and Grover who you just recently met.

You had gotten to know her and liked her very much same with Grover, he was funny. You guys had just finished the Capture the Flag and were now enjoying some lunch.

"And then I pushed her back and she fell. Who is she anyway?" You ask reminiscing about the fight that happened earlier.

"Her names Clarisse Daughter of Ares. She isn't exactly nice but if you get glory she respects you." Luke says.

You nod and continue eating. "You looked like you knew what you were doing. You get in fights a lot?" Luke asked curiously.

"Yea, back when I was in school. I used to get into a lot of fights. I guess I know why now." You say chuckling.

"Well Your the daughter of Aphrodite! Why would a pretty girl like you get into fights? Your not Ares daughter!" Percy exclaims.

"Cause, a lot of girls would think I was trying to steal their boyfriends or be a pick me girl. Constantly trying to ask for attention. But that was never the case. Sometimes I got partnered up with their boyfriends! Not my fault, the teacher chose not me. You explain to the four.

They all nod and you all sit in a comfortable silence. "Hey Luke?" You ask staring at him. He makes eye contact with you and raises an eyebrow.

"Yea?" He replies.

"Thanks. For holding me back. Calming me down. I probably would have punched her." You say chuckling.

"No problem. What are friends for?" He says smiling at you. You smile and your face gets hot.

"W-Were friends?" You ask looking at everybody at the table.

Everyone nods and smiles at you. Percy wraps his arm around your shoulder and you smile.

You had made friends, on your first day. You guess this camp wouldn't be so bad huh?

10:37pm

You made yourself comfortable at cabin 10 with everybody else. Your dressed in your silky blue pajamas that your dad had gotten you for your 15th birthday.

As you were getting tucked in you tried to go to bed. But memories of Luke kept flooding your mind.

God, why was the son of hermes flooding your mind. He was so cute though.

You were so influenced by your thoughts that you didn't even realize that you were walking towards his cabin in the middle of the night.

You found the window near his bed and peeked inside. You noticed he wasn't there.

Then you felt someone's hands on your waist turning you around and putting you down.

You quickly turn around panicking but calm down realizing it's just Luke himself.

When you fully register who it is you start panicking again. "Oh h-hi Luke."

You awkwardly stand there as the smirk on his beautiful face grows by your flustered state.

"Hey pretty girl. W-what are you doing by my window?" He asks raising an eyebrow and smirking.

"Uhhh... I was uhm.. Just l-looking for uhm... PERCY! That's right!" You say slightly proud of the lie you just told.

"Percy was claimed today. Remember? Son of Poseidon? You literally called him that earlier today." He replies his smirk getting wider as your smile slowly fades.

He laughs out loud and starts walking towards the door. "See you tomorrow pretty girl." He says chuckling. "I know deep down you were he for me." He adds with a wink.

You weren't gonna do this. You weren't gonna do this. God, you weren't gonna do this.

"Wait Luke!" You whisper yell out.

Shit. You did this.

"I uhm... can you just-ugh." You give up and walk up to him. You grab his face and smash your lips on his.

You kiss him passionately and lovingly before pulling away to get a break.

"I like you. Just wanted to tell you that. You've been running around my mind all night and I couldn't sleep until I told you. So goodbye." You say kissing him one more time before making your departure.

Luke stood there completely flabbergasted and dumbfounded. His eyes wide and mouth agape.

What the actual fuck?

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Practice Makes Perfect

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Jacob offers to help fem!reader get her first time over with. 6k

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"Ready for your big move?" Jacob huffed, dropping a particularly heavy box onto the top of another. He'd come over to help you start packing up, you had a week left.

"Mostly, yeah I think so." You grinned, knowing he was talking more about emotionally than materialistically. Your eyes scanned the bare bones of your first apartment. It had been a welcoming and safe space for a handful of years now, but the time had come to move onto bigger and better things.

"Let's drink to the beginning of the end, then, shall we?" Your dearest pal declared, toting over glasses and liquor from your fridge.

"Don't say it like that, nothings ending here." You warn, sick at the thought of there being a time limit on your friendship once a little space got in the way. Jacob sat next to you on the sofa, pouring you each a drink.

"Okay sorry, we'll toast to now, then. May we enjoy every moment." Jacob's sincerity past the silly tone he used warmed your confounded heart. So many feelings had plagued you since finding out about your big move. How excited you were for the fresh start, and how you were, in fact, dreading leaving behind everything you loved so dearly, everyone.

As you sat and drank, it was all Jacob could talk about. He asked you all kinds of questions. What the place was like you were headed to, how you may come to decorate the home you were set to buy. How you may plan to spend your time. You fawned over descriptions of some new furniture you'd had shipped to your new place. And excitedly quipped about the plans you were making for the distant future.

"I hope to just go wild. Create a whole new thing for myself, ya know? Try everything, live to the fullest." The realizations that you could become whoever you wanted most to be in an all new place had your imagination running wild since theses plans became solid.

"And what are you most nervous about?" Jacob countered, squinting as if he knew this question was one that might really challenge you.

"Oh... I don't know." You feigned a laugh, hoping your face hadn't flushed red. Because you had been increasingly nervous about one thing, fretting over the many outcomes your imagination brought to life every time you wondered how to take on this certain situation...

"Ohhhh no." Jacob grinned wickedly, shifting in his seat to face you a little more head on, pointing his half full beer in your direction. "There is something, I know when you aren't telling me things, you know?"

"Jacob, can we please drop this?" You plead, feeling like sinking in on yourself for letting your facade drop for even a second.

"All I'm saying is, if you're this nervous about something, maybe I can help?"

"I highly doubt you can help with this one, dude." You let out a mortified giggle, feeling your blush coming back tenfold.

"Hey." Jacob lowered his tone, cocking his head to catch your eye. His were serious. "You know you can tell me whatever it is-"

"Is embarrassing-"

"And I won't judge you. You know that." And you did know. Jacob had told you his own mortifying confessions, from the time he'd lost his clothes in a sketchy overnight gym, to the salacious dreams he'd had about certain unattractive costar way back before you knew him. As you reminded yourself of the story Jacob once told you of his mishap with a zipper during the first night he spent in the bed of a lady, you realized you could tell him what was on your mind.

"Okay fine." You gritted through your teeth, clasping your hands together only to anxiously wring them. Jacob stayed quiet and awaited your words.

"I'm most nervous about having sex." You declared. "Because I'm more than ready to get out there and do it, but the thought of sleeping with some stranger is appalling, and I don't know who I trust enough to ask to see me through that awfully awkward first time. And what if I never meet someone I trust enough, just-" With a disgruntled sigh, you realized you were rambling.

"You're a virgin?" Jacob's mouth twisted into a confounded frown as his head turned much like a baffled puppy dog. Your friends studying of you made you want to slip into nonexistence.

"So what?" You huffed a nervous laugh, daring to meet Jacob's piercing eyes for the first time since revealing your secret.

"It's just I thought you'd have done it, like... a lot." He shrugged. "Being so smokin' hot, and all."

"I am not hot, Elordi, and despite really being ready, I'm way too nervous to do it. That's the whole issue here." You scoffed, taking a frustrated swig of your drink.

"Uh, yeah you are. And what is there to be nervous about, anyway?" He quizzed.

"What if I do the wrong thing or say something weird or just make a complete fool of myself? Or what if I hate it? I'm ready for it. But I really am scared I will never meet the right person to deal with how in my head I am about this..."

Jacob let his gaze fall to the floor, seeming to puzzle over your words. A considerable amount of silence settled about the room before either of you spoke again. He was the one to break that silence.

"Do you... trust me?"

Your eyes widened and your stomach tied itself into a knot.

"I mean, you know I think you're attractive. So, I won't care or even notice if you make a complete fool of yourself. And we know all each other's secrets. That's trust. And if you hate it, we stop. I'm kind of the perfect candidate her, love." His confidence had blossomed with the help of the drinks you two had shared tonight. Jacob spoke with assuredness, letting no signs of awkwardness show in his daring offer. The whole thing had your head spinning.

"Jacob."

"All I'm saying is... if you want, I'm down. If not, I get it." He took a swig, the last of his third glass. "I'm just saying..." Jacob let his sharp dark eyes rake across your figure as you sat in place, trying not to squirm. You considered the expression in his gaze, clearly drinking you in, yet keeping a respectable distance.

"I'll... think about it." And you really would.

He nodded. You nodded. He got up and turned on a movie. You went searching for more to drink. As some rather boring action flick unfolded on your telly, your mind raced. You did trust Jacob. You did find him attractive too. With his angelic features and fit figure. And you wouldn't mind if this little... experiment led to something a little more serious either. But that was a wild far off distant dream. And still, all the things that mortified you about doing it with a stranger made you just as nervous to consider in the company of one of your closest friends.

"It would just be, like, educational right? Just... one friend helping out another?" You pipped up in the middle of the action movies climax.

"It would be whatever you needed or wanted it to be, doll. I'm offering my sincerest assistance." Jacob spoke easily, keeping his apparent focus on the telly screen, settled an inch away from where you sat on the sofa.

You hummed in understanding, acknowledging how both of you kept your eyes glued to the movie on your screen, and that seemed soothing. There didn't seem to be any pressure, there didn't seem to be any stakes. And as you considered your nerves, you wondered if the feeling was more that of anxious wonder. And then you realized there was a way to test this theory...

"Kiss me. Then I'll know." You thought out loud.

"Know what?"

"If you're a shitty kisser or not. And if I'd even dream of letting you sleep with me." You were drunk enough to speak without consideration. You were curious enough to take Jacob up halfway on his offer. You really hoped he wasn't a shitty kisser. You may have let him have his way with you even if he was.

With a decided shrug Jacob leaned in. His lips were soft, the gentle way he pressed his against yours was more than comfortable. You let yourself relax into pressing your own kiss back, and he took that as a signal to deepen his display of affection. And the kiss that began as a seemingly casual interaction took a different form. Jacob let his lips slowly open, encouraging yours to do the same. As your kissing grew longer and deeper, your very dear friend let his fingers reach to brush your hair back; then let his digits press against the base of your neck to pull your lips ever closer.

The gentle forcefulness Jacob commanded brought a contented sigh from your throat, and your friend's smile in response broke your interaction.

"I'll take that as a yes?" He smirked, eyes focusing on yours close up.

"It's just... a lot to consider."

He had kept his hold on you. His hand clutching the back of your head, his thumb rubbing soothing circles against your hair.

"Listen. I won't push this on you. It's no sweat if you decide against it. But I really would be very patience and more than glad to help you out here. That's the last I'll speak of it. Now, what are we watching next?"

You spent the rest of that evening next to Jacob in mutual silence. You watched films until your friend grew tired and called it a night. All the while your mind raced from one scenario to the next. Wondering what the worst could turn out to be, if you said yes, or no.

///

Jacob stopped by one night later, saying he was simply in the neighborhood and wondered if you'd needed any kind of help continuing to pack up. So, you put him to work, cleaning out drawers and folding clothes into suitcases. You talked a lot while working, about eachothers lives and dreams and silly things. But the conversation kept leading back to the topic of your move.

"I'll be hours away from all my family and it's not like I won't see them but I'll be so alone you know?" You confessed your fears for living in solitude and worrying over worst case scenarios.

"Hey, you'll make it just fine. You don't give yourself enough credit." Jacob insisted, moving about your room from one task to another. "Plus, I'm only one phone call away."

"I know." You whispered, peering up to your friend through your lashes, biting back a frown. You set a roll of tape and a box cutter on a nearby shelf, done with the tools for now.

"This is supposed to be a good thing, a happy thing." Jacob reminded you, shuffling to stand before you. He reached out to tilt your chin upward as if that would encourage a smile from you.

"I know." You whispered again. And with no way of knowing who leaned in first, all you knew was Jacob was kissing you again. And you relished the comfort of his affection. Nothing stopped you now from slinking a lazy arm around his neck as the guy let his grasp splay across your back.

Jacob was the first to break away, like before. But unlike then, he said nothing now. Jacob just leaned back far enough to catch your eye, as one of his brows lifted in a silent question.

"I think I might want to take you up on your offer..." You seemed to realize out loud. Maybe you had always wanted it to be him. Or maybe his encouragement had done the trick of talking you into feeling this way now. But you were never surer about being intimate with someone than now, with the way your dearest friend held you in his arms.

"Yeah?" He nodded with a furrow in his brow.

"Yes, I- if you're really sure." You stuttered.

"I am if you are." Jacob continued to nod. And after a beat, when he asked "Like, now? Right now?" You moved to nod along with him, even though your heart threatened to leap from your chest.

"Okay." He whispered. "You just need to tell me if it gets all too much, no matter what. Promise me you will."

"Yeah. I'm, like, really nervous. That's the big problem. But I trust you, so I am very sure."

"Well, I can certainly help with that." Jacob brought a hand to your hair, "I think." He lightly chuckled, pulling a face, setting your nerves at ease already.

"We'll just go very slow. How does that sound?" He asked, still keeping a hand rested on the side of your head, while his other crept down to the bend of your waist. You let out a held breath and nod assuredly.

"Okay." You flickered a smile. Jacob nodded too, his lithe grin remaining as he searched your face, his eyes landing on your lips. You hadn't fully expected him to agree to this, and you hadn't at all expected things to start right off the bat. But you couldn't complain when Jacob closed the gap and pressed a gently feather light kiss to your lips. As he did so, he tucked a bit of your hair behind your ear, and ever so slightly tightened his grip at the bend of your waist.

This resulted in your hands finding his shoulders, resting them between there and his chest- where you wondered if you were feeling your own rapid heartbeat in your palms, or his.

His lips left yours for a moment, but another feather light kiss came soon after. A couple more small steady pecks made you comfortable enough to fully relax in the hold Jacob was beginning to wrap around you; his hand moving to hold the back of your head, his other moving from the bend of your waist so his arm circled around you.

When your arms slid into a loose hold around the guy's neck again, his kisses started to ever so slightly deepen. His tongue teased your lips, his thumb caressed soothing circles against your rib cage, a delightful hum escaped his throat.

"This okay so far?" Jacob wondered in a hushed rumble, meeting your eyes between kisses. You nodded and softly smiled, waiting for the guy to continue. When he dove back in, his kisses deepened even further, his tongue pressed against yours, his hold tightening, pulling you almost entirely against himself. You stayed like that for what felt like forever, just kissing and letting hands roam against backs and through hair.

He'd barely done as much as hold you close, but you were already feeling the hot coil of desire burning low in your belly, and it was starting to spread every place else. Your every nerve was already on end.

"I could gladly do this all night." Jacob hummed, moving his kisses to pepper your jaw, and then down your neck. "But would you like to go any further? You tell me, doll."

"Sure, we can go further. I just need you to guide me through." You blew out another shaky breath, trying to release the jitters.

"I can do that. Just remember you can tell me to stop anytime for any reason." Jacob kissed your forehead and waited for you to nod in agreement. He kissed your cheek and then your lips, and let his hands begin to roam new territory. his fingers grazed under the hem of your shirt, brushing against the skin of your hips, skin that had never been touched by anyone but yourself until now. It was starting.

"Can I take this off, doll? I'll take mine off too. We'll be on the same page." Jacob sighed into your mouth, and couldn't resist kissing you between words. He left one set of fingers creeping under your shirt while the other gently tugged at the garment.

"I like that idea." You smiled, his lips brushing against yours in a phantom kiss.

He opted for his first, shedding his tee in a lazy fashion, revealing a sight you had seen before, his bare chest. But now was different from the hot summer days you'd been near the guy in such a state. Now you were free to oggel his frame entirely. 

Jacob watched you watching him as he delicately took hold of the base if your shirt, and pulled it up. You lifted your arms instinctively and tried not to shiver in an anxious display of vulnerability.

The man you'd come to trust tossed aside your favorite old concert tee and brought both his hands to the bare skin of your waist. He'd see you in swimsuits and crop tops but he'd never been so close. Never had his hot skin been so easily accessible under your touch. Never had he caressed you in such a state. The pair of you stood there, holding each other in a delicate morphing clasp, for a brief moment. Your breathing synchronized before Jacob nuzzled against your neck and mumble something about how beautiful he thought you looked, and how lovely he thought it was to hold you so close like this. It was almost too sweet, his musings and the gentle way he held you. But the pecks he placed against your neck turned into something fiercer, his teeth grazing, his breathing audible. All the while, his caresses turned too, his fingers pressed possessive against your skin, one hand moving to bring your hips as close to his as possible.

You let it happen, dragging your nails across his shoulder blades and letting out a delighted sigh. You knew this was supposed to be a fun positive experience. But you felt quite unprepared for how much you were enjoying yourself.

Jacob planted another sloppy kiss to your lips, encouraging you to match his energy.

He began to drag you a few steps in another direction, never daring to break away from the kiss you were sharing, until he had to. Jacob eased onto the side of your bed, gently pulling you into his lap. He maneuvered you into a straddle you were happy to settle into, leaving no space between the two of you, as your kisses continued.

"This all okay, doll?" Jacob hoped, as his warm hand made its way toward your breasts, still covered.

"Yes Jacob," you breathed, taking your turn in moving kisses down the man's neck, not totally sure of your execution but lead by passion what could go so wrong, you wondered?

To your delight, Jacob practically melted under your bites and licks, and you were beginning to melt a little yourself, as he kneaded at your bra.

"You can take it off. If you want." You sighed, keeping up your work at his neck, moving from one side to the other.

"Oh, I've wanted to for a longer than you know." He let out a little laugh after his confession.

You sat up to meet his gaze, asking a question with one look.

"You know I've always thought you were beautiful. But I have always wondered just how much more beautiful under all your clothes." Jacob mewled, unclasping your bra after two tries. You let the thing fall away and slide down one arm to the floor, as Jacob ogled you shamelessly. Somehow the moment didn't cause you nearly as much nervousness as you'd anticipated. The way Jacob was handling this new interaction, the way he'd been handling you; caused your nerves that kept arising the settle, provoking much more excitement than you knew you were capable of feeling in a time like now.

"Even more beautiful than my imagination has been able to conceive." Jacob grinned up to you before rolling his eyes closed on his mission to cover you in kisses.

You couldn't hold back your sigh, one you'd never heard yourself make. A noise you didn't know you were capable of producing. Jacob's lips closed around one of your nipples while he let his hand attend to the other. You could feel his pants tightening beneath you, and his messy hair tangled in your fingers as you grasped at something to ground you. Things were moving at a steady pace yet seemed to be rocketing into progression much quicker than you were prepared for.

"Jacob." You reluctantly halted him, grabbing his attention away from making you feel so good. "Jacob, I don't want to stop, but can we slow down a little?" You asked in a shaky breath, watching your chest rise and fall rapidly, like you'd just run a mile.

"Of course." He promised, planting closed mouth kisses across your collarbone. "Come'er."

Jacob pushed you from his lap to the middle of the bed and adjusted himself behind you, as you took in a couple deep breaths. Then his hands found your shoulders, and began to massage the tense muscle there.

"Are you still nervous? More or less? What can I do to help?"

"Still nervous. But you've been very patient so far and I can't imagine doing this with anyone else. Thank you, Jacob."

"You're practically a natural," Jacob purred in your ear, keeping up his work on your shoulders. You began to feel more at ease under his touch, and more ecstatic by his words and the tone of his voice. "Nothing to be nervous about."

Your hum gave him a green light to follow his hands with his lips, kissing the trail of his massaging.

He soon let his hands start to wander, keeping his face in the crook of your neck as his hands trailed lightly across your chest and tummy, stalling for a brief second at the hem of your pants before ghosting back up to brush at your already exposed skin.

You flipped around crawling into a position closer, moving to undo the button of his pants.

"You sure?" Jacob asked quickly, waiting for you to nod before shedding the trousers as lazily as he removed his shirt.

"Want me to do yours?" He asked, not wondering if you'd rather handle the task, but if you were ready for the next step to be initiated at all. You told him you were ready, looking right in the guy's hooded deep brown eyes.

Jacob gently pushed you against the stack of pillows at the head of your bed. For one small moment, you paused to look at each other and smile. And then your friend shifted and reached for the button of your trousers. You watched as he hooked a couple fingers in the hem to peel the fabric away from your body, his eyes drinking in every newly exposed inch of you. You helped kicked away the pants, as Jacob reached to pull you back into his lap. In one swift move, you pushed him back into the pillows. You relished having the boy pinned below you, as you closed in for another kiss.

His hands traced across the expanses of your skin, his warm form settled beneath yours in the very best ways. You began to let your fingers trace patterns across his chest, feeling the hammer of his heart. Now both clad in nothing but underwear, the thin fabric allowed for you to feel more exactly of how worked up you'd gotten the boy.

You weren't nervous now to roll your hips against his. Or even if you might've been, they seemed to move on their own accord, your body seeking to satisfy its growing desires. Your rocking against the man's lap grew quietly more confident, and in the matter of a couple grinds you had Jacob whimpering against your lips.

Jacob gently pushed you from his lap, moving to hover over you in turn. "Okay?" He asked more succinctly but paused and watched for your confirmation just as patiently as every time before. And right as you began to nod, Jacob pressed his clothed hips against yours, encouraging your legs to open a little wider to make space for him. He kept his eyes sharply focused on yours, as he kept grinding, palming at your breast all the while. You were overcome, the coil in your belly tightening, and you hadn't even gotten to the good part.

His hand that had been working at your breast traveled downward, stalling near the hem of your underwear. Just as Jacob opened his mouth to ask if his next move was allowed, you were quicker. You grabbed his forearm and gently pushed his hand past the fabric of your undergarment, immediately glad for it.

His fingers found their way gently to your heat, giving subtle barely there caresses to the part of you that was most sensitive. Your toes curled and your heart stalled as he touched you with such tender intention. The pair of you managed to settle side by side, and without discussion, you reached to move Jacobs fingers to the spot he'd been nearly close to finding. The feeling that followed sent sparks through your nervous system, and your own hand shot out toward Jacob's underwear in response. You didn't ask, you simply slid your digits up and down the clothed length of your friend's crotch, relishing the shuttered breaths he released as you did so. The pair of you kept this up for a short moment, kissing when you weren't stealing each others breath away.

"Can we get to the part where you fuck me?" You sighed, worried that if you didn't do so soon, in the midst of your highest confidence, you'd lose the nerve. Jacob let out a quiet chuckle as he nodded, moving to shed the last of both of your clothes. Gentle as ever, he took as much time with this process as ever, making you more at ease and anxious for the next step all the same.

"Are you sure?" Jacob worried, settling between your legs. You kept one hand against his face and the other set of your fingers grasping his shoulder. You nodded quickly between shaky breaths, your nerves heightening slightly at the realization this was happening. But then Jacob shook his head. "I'm not doing anything until you relax, doll."

You were fully aware of your uneven breathing and the tensing of your body, due to the anxiousness that threatened to swallow you whole. You wanted this, you really did. But that didn't stop your nervous system from going a bit haywire during such an unprecedented situation.

"Relax." Jacob repeated. He petted your hair back and smoothed a hand across your shoulder, attempting to ease the tension you held there. You tried your best to settle a bit more comfortably against the sheets as the guy spoke up again. "Take like four deep breaths, and relax." Jacob guided you through his desired number of focused inhales, taking them in just as deeply himself. You closed your eyes during the last couple and felt yourself truly a little more at ease by way of Jacob's help and kind focus. You watched the guy breath out same as you, the fourth time, and after a beat he gave you a subtle nod.

"Good, that's better. Now, are you super sure?" He prompted, letting his hands hold you firmly against him, not daring to move until you gave your full, more at ease, confirmation. When you said yes with a smile, Jacob smiled too, and proceeded to line his hips up with yours.

As he pressed into you slow and steady, he cooed in your ear. Mumbling pet names and sweet encouragements about how good you'd already made him feel. Between his saccharine words and the pressure between your legs, you were done for.

Your breathing quickened all too soon but wasn't as shaky and uneven as before. Your skin burned with want. Your legs spread far as they could. He placed a loving hand against your temple, and you gripped his wrist as he began to move his hips in a sinfully slow manner.

The press of his lips to your throat was made more intimate by the grazing of his teeth there too. The speed at which he rocked into you began to increase, your heart rate following suit. everything felt better than you could've even fathomed. You were glad you did this with someone you knew and trusted. Someone whose hands were familiar to at least some parts of your own body and whose voice was welcomed in your ear. So glad you were doing this with someone you'd let do it all over again. So glad you're doing this with Jacob.

"You're doing so good, so good, nothing to be nervous about." The last word of his sentence was abruptly cut off by a growl the man couldn't seem to hold back.

Jacob was relentless now, pulling your hips against his as he rocked so hard against you, the bed frame kept hitting the wall. You couldn't imagine feeling much better than this, but then he asked if you were close to reaching your breaking point. You realized you'd never known before, and you really weren't sure now. "I don't know." You admitted with a twinge of worry. "It feels so good, Jacob, but I-I don't know." A sigh escaped your lips as he hit a certain spot within you. He grumbled encouragement in your ear, saying it was okay that you didn't know, and kept up his efforts.

"But I can't hold back much longer, I'm sorry." Jacob cried, his movements becoming sloppy, still heavenly though. It was your turn to encourage him, and let him know it was okay to come undone. Jacob was a goner soon after your brief pep talk, pulling himself from you as his seed spilled across your stomach. As Jacob caught his breath, he promised to go hunting for a towel to clean you up as you propped yourself on your elbows.

"Is it disappointing that I didn't come?" You worried, sitting up a little, catching your own breath. Jacob smirked, and petted back your hair, settling a little closer to you.

"I'm just glad you didn't fake it. Sometimes it just takes practice to know how to make it happen... to find out what you like, ya know?"

"Yeah, I s'pose." You contemplated, a bit cross that it hadn't happened, because it was half the reason you were eager to get this first time sorted out, so you could know how to handle yourself. Jacob had spotted a towel a few steps from your bedside, and was quick to retrieve it. And as he sweetly took to cleaning up the mess he'd made about you, he spoke up.

"You know, I never said our little educational experiment was over..." Jacob was smug, but turned up a brow to nod seriously your way and in a moment that made your cheeks flush even still after everything that had just occurred.

"Would... would you?"

Jacob said nothing. He simply dove back in to kiss you again, with more passion than ever, you thought. The man pressed you to lean against the pillows once again, as his fingers danced lower and lower down your abdomen.

"You seemed to like when I did this." Jacob cooed, letting his fingers ghost over your heat for the second time that evening, grazing a certain spot you'd once helped him find. You sucked in a breath at the feeling, giving Jacob the green light to proceed with more vigor. He pressed his fingers against you with more certainty, swirling more meaningful circles in that one spot. Jacob watched as you bit your lips together, struggling to keep an undignified moan from bursting from your chest.

"Think I must be doing something right." You friend boasted, keeping up the motions he'd settled into perfectly making. All the while, he moved to kiss you. His mouth, you were certain, must've left marks peppered across you skin as his lips moved from your neck to your throat, to your breasts and down further and further and further.

Once his lips ghosted across your core, you knew you were done for. The man let his tongue replace his fingers, as his digits moved to slide inside of you. His hair tickled your thighs, and every sensation added up together was nearly too much to process.

You thought Jacob's hands were magical, his lips and tongue were mind blowing. His warm breath, his teeth grazing, it was all more intense than you'd though it could've been. Your back arched, your hips rolled, and Jacob shouldered closer, putting as much vigor into this process as he could manage. Now, you suddenly seemed to understand the answer to his previous statement. You were close, now. You had to be. Your every sense buzzed and all you felt was increasing ecstasy.

You couldn't begin to hold back your cries of pleasure now, as Jacob worked you into a frenzy. He kept up his efforts until your legs shook, and only when you nudged his head gently away from it's latch onto your lower half, did he cease.

"I would ask if you enjoyed that but I think I know the answer." Jacob grinned, crawling to lay at your side. You laid in a daze, wondering how someone could've gotten that reaction from you. Of course it was Jacob who had.

You glanced at him from the corner of your eye, and for no good reason at all, you both burst into a fit of laughter. Exhausted giggles, that died down when a cough alerted you to how dry your throat had become from all the harsh breathing you'd done.

Jacob insisted on taking care of you, finding water for the pair of you to drink and escorting you to the shower. You pulled him in with you, and talked about silly things as you washed up, comfortable as before in your friendship.

"Hey, thank you. I really was so scared to go through all that. But you made it easy. You made it fun." You confessed, as Jacob wrapped a towel around your frame. He ran his hands up and down your arms, warming you from the chill of the room.

"Thank you for trusting me. You'll never know how much of an honour it was, really." Jacob nodded sincerely, before pulling you into an embrace. He went home shortly afterward, promising to see you soon, and joking that he'd more than happily help you practice again, anytime. You laughed along with him, and secretly hopped he wasn't joking.

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After he left, sleeping with Jacob constantly played back in your mind. The phantom feeling of his body lingered about your skin. You thought of little else than your dear friend, as you moved through the motions of the next day. So, to remedy your fever for the lad, you called him and asked about meeting up for dinner. He responded quickly insisting he'd love to, and that he would swing by your place a little later on. Time dragged on as you counted the minutes until he arrived.

When the knock came at your door, you opened it with perhaps too much excitement. Neither of you said anything, and a brief moment of silence filled the space between you.

"It's still a little early for dinner." You schemed. Jacob quirked a brow, stepping in as you stepped back to make room for him. He shut the door behind himself, as you crossed your fingers behind your back... "Maybe... to kill time, we could do what we did the other night?" You hoped, casting a hopeful glare up to the man before you. And before you even finished your sentence, he reached out to pull you closer, crashing his lips against yours once you'd finished talking.

It wasn't long until he had you lifted from the ground in his arms, your legs wrapped around his torso as he moved to throw you on the sofa.

"You do have a lot still to learn." Jacob smirked, untying the joggers that hugged your hips.

"But we are eating later." You demanded, craving a certain local restaurant.

"Well, I'm not waiting till later." Jacob growled, smiling as he lowered himself between your legs right away. The night spiraled into a mess of moans that were familiar to you now. When the pair of you were spent, you cleaned up and went to dinner, and then parted your separate ways.

After that night, there were four days until you were set to move away. And Jacob showed up at your door every evening with a different excuse each time.

He'd wanted to see the newest horror film in the local theater. You left halfway through to fuck in your car. Jacob mentioned that practice made perfect, and he was more than happy to help you hone this craft. You'd wanted to throw a party with all your friends before summer sent you each different way's. A whole soiree was planned in which you and Jacob skipped out early on; because the broom closet you'd snuck into wasn't giving either of you enough space to work with, and you'd both concluded this may be the last chance you got to really participate in your new found hobby.

But the next day, he found his way over all the while. And neither of you had to ask. It was only a matter of time before he had you pinned against the bathroom counter, and you'd never been happier. Just as you began reaching your climax, Jacob spoke up between sighs, "I don't want you to leave."

"Then come with me."

"What?"

"Come with me." You manage to get out the words before losing all composure. He followed close behind. But you both knew finding release together wasn't what you meant when you asked him to come along.

As you both caught your breath, Jacob brushed your hair back, and let his eyes consider all of your features. As he took too long to respond, you decided to draw a bath, and invited him to settle among the bubbles with you, where you brought up your question one more time.

"We've had lot's of practice, you know." You settled across from the man you'd come to know better than you ever expected. "Maybe we can go pro. Make it official?" You watched Jacob watch you, as you spoke.

"Was this your plan the whole time? You're twisted way of getting me to fall for you?"

"No, I genuinely just wanted your help that one night. Then it turned into many many nights. And now I don't want to ever have to worry about practicing with anyone but you."

And so after a few more rounds of questions of answers, it was decided. Jacob would follow you to a new town to live a new life. But with your oldest friend at your side and under shared sheets, you weren't so nervous about all the new things you would get to encounter, together.

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Haunted house

Oscar Piastri x female!reader

Summary - McLaren are doing a haunted house halloween video and Oscar manages to rope in his girlfriend

Warning - Blood (fake), swearing, chainsaw (fake), clowns, spiders and a mention of the exorcist??

A/n - Another first timer today!! I love Oscar!! 🤍

23 Halloween season

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When Oscar told me that McLaren were doing a Halloween challenge video for their YouTube channel and had offered Oscar to rope me in, I was excited. Growing up I Ioved Halloween; dressing up, getting free sweets and watching spooky movies, they were just so exciting to me.

Naturally I grew up but yet I still held that love for the holiday. So that’s why I agree and now I’m in the passenger seat of Oscars car on our way to the secret location.

Every so often he was gently rub his thumb across my thigh, we were have a light conversation between ourselves.

Eventually, Oscar pulled in a car park when the McLaren social media team and Lando were stood around just talking and most likely waiting for our arrival. “Ah the couple has arrived!” The Brit was the first to notice us and announce our arrival.

Getting out the car, I was grateful that I decided to wear a large cream wool sweater because the weather felt nippy. “Hey dude!” Oscar and Lando greeted each other with a quick fist bump. It was soon followed by a quick side hug between me and Lando.

-

The McLaren pr manager was quick to fill us in with the details of the video; we all would be going into the haunted house, go through the different sections and then come back out at the end. Simple as that.

At this point though, thats when my nerves kicked in. I started to get anxious but I didn't want to show that emotion, knowing that if I did Oscar would make me not do it.

The team started to film, before Lando and Oscar explaining the video to the viewers. "Hey guys! So today me, Lando and Y/n are going to do this super fun haunted house!" There's sarcasm in his voice when he says 'super fun', which makes both me and Lando laugh together.

Lando manages to compost himself. "There will be multiple different sections to the house, however we don't know what the sections are and what they're like" I look over to the entrance of the house and cringe. "So let's go!"

We all start to walk towards the entrance with the camera man behind us. "Ladies first..." As if insync, Lando and Oscar move to allow me to walk in first which I quickly say thank you to and walk inside despite my nerves.

Once inside, it's pitch black. I can hear distant noises which I cannot describe, foreign noises. A hand goes to grasp mine and I jump at the sudden contact. "It's me, sweetheart" Oscars australian accent comes from behind me in the darkness.

"Oh god...we're two steps in and Oscars already being all lovey dovey" The Brit from what sounds like behind Oscar complains.

"You're such a child!" Oscar moans as to which laugh along with him.

After walking about five steps through the darkness, we come to another door. Making our way through the door, I'm greeted with walls decorated in thousands of tiny orange, blue and green glow in the dark dotes. "Oh this is cute!" I comment but immediately regret my words when a glow in the dark clown starts jumping out on us.

"AH FUCK!" Lando shouts, even though he is the furthest back out of the three of us. The bright clown laughs hideously and starts making his way towards me.

I'm suddenly pull back by my hand, the hand that Oscar has ahold of. Colliding with his chest I feel him quickly moving us past the clown onto the next section.

Just as we made it past the clown, the two of us hear Lando again. "You ain't scary bitch!" There's a pause. "AH Wait fuck, maybe you are!"

Oscar leans his head down, so that his mouth is next to my ear. "Are you okay?" He whispers, and in that moment I feel alone and disconnected from the world with him.

Nodding my head. "Yeah, it was cute and then that fucker came. But yeah I'm okay" I lean up to give him a quick kiss on the lips before looking around at the next section.

There's a bloody operation table, laid on top is a little girl dressed in a long white gown. Her hair long, black and extremely tangled. Around us, looks like an old operating room yet the walls, much like the table, is covered in crimson blood.

You know instantly when Lando has entered because of his uncontrolable reaction. "EW! WTF" I find myself laughing at his childish reaction to the section, Oscar laughs along with me.

Lights start flashing and we all turn to the girl on the table. Noticing how she is now slowly moving up into a sitting up position. "Oh and she lives, just fucking brilliant!" McLarens British driver comments sarcastically.

Once she sits up, her waist turns so she is now facing us. "Help me! Help! He's going to kill me!" Just as she finishes her sentance, we all hear the whirring of a chainsaw behind us as to which we all turn. Coming face to face with a tall and broad man, in his hands there's a chainsaw and much like the rest of the room covered in blood.

He jumps forward, more so my way, causing me to scream out in fright. "I need another body...yours will do" He smiles disturbingly.

“Yeah fuck this, no way are you coming after my girl sir!” This took both me and Lando by surprise as Oscar was never one to react this much openly. He quickly moves us out of the room, Lando still behind us when he says “Yeah that’s right bitch! Back off!” Followed by his high pitch laugh and a high pitch scream, also from Lando.

-

We all collectively make our way through the rest of the haunted house, coming across a spider themed room and a exorcist themed room. As usual, Lando is making little comments and screams the whole way through.

Admittedly on some of the room, either me or Oscar join in Landos terrified comments.

I push through the long bunting across the door way, we come out of the haunted house. A camera team is set up awaiting our post haunted house reactions.

“That was fun!” I comment which earns me a dirty look from Lando, and a laugh from Oscar who has his arms wrapped around my waist.

Both Oscar and Lando are quick to make a outro, wrapping up the video. After talking with the media team and Lando, me and Oscar get back into his car making our way home.

“Thank you for inviting me today baby” I say, looking over at Oscar who is focusing on the road.

“It’s alright, plus I needed someone to put up with Lando so thank you!” Pulling up to a red light, Oscar takes my hand and kisses my knuckles gently.

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Call Her Daddy (NSFW)

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: 🤭🤭🤭

Synopsis: Jack goes on the Call Her Daddy podcast and of course has to talk about his wife

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

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“Jack, it's about damn time you showed up for an episode of my podcast.” Alex said after the both of them sat down and got comfortable where the podcast recording would take place.

“What can I say? I'm a busy man. And it's good to be here.”

“Definitely busy seeing as you just recently put a total of three babies in your wife, but we'll get to that later. We're focusing on you, first.”

“Look, I can't help it if my wife is fine as hell. Might as well go hard or go home.” He replied while shrugging and of course Alex laughed.

“Don't worry, you'll get to talk about how much you love your wife in due time because we know that’s a running theme with you. But first, I want to know more about Jack Harlow. Did you always want to be a rapper? And where did that drive come from?”

“Always wanted to be one and I remember selling my CD's back in middle school. My mom was a heavy influence on that and she would freestyle with me in the car when she would drive me to like soccer practice and different things like that.”

“That's so cute and adorable that your mom influenced you. Now when people think of rap, Kentucky isn't really the first place people think of.”

“Not at all and I'm from Louisville and a lot of people don't know that it is literally an entire city. When people hear Kentucky, the first thing that they think of is some back roads country ass shit when it's not.” He answered as he thought about when he first started and some people would tell him that he would never make it out Kentucky let alone Louisville.

“And did a lot of people support you? Or did they try to discourage you? How was that growing up there?”

“It was about half and half. A lot of people were confident that I was going to make something of myself, but others weren’t. But I’ve been serious about this shit from day one and it’s slowly but surely paying off. My girl wouldn’t let me quit for nothing even if sometimes I wanted to.”

“Now, what were you like in high school? Were you the popular jock, the nerd, part of the science club? Did the girls fall out over you?” Alex asked while getting comfortable in her chair and adjusting.

“I mean I always had friends and I wasn’t the one who would be stuffed into lockers or some shit. Like with certain things people knew not to mess with me. And it always seemed like girls always liked me, but when I set my eyes on one, that was it. It was a done deal. We weren’t even together yet and people knew that she was mine and they would respect it.”

“So, I want to ask you since you said that about people knowing that she was your girl and respecting it. Now we are talking about the First Lady, correct?”

“The fucking one and only. Had my eyes on her ever since I was fourteen.”

“A little birdie told me about you hiding a boy’s clothes after gym was over because he liked her and wouldn’t leave her alone? Not baby Jack getting jealous.” Alex said while laughing and Jack soon joined in along with her.

“Look, he asked for it and I didn’t have a problem with him after that. Like dude get the fuck away from my girl.”

“And what did she do when she found out?”

“She never found out until we moved to Atlanta after we graduated so she had absolutely no idea. But, she definitely got on my ass. But she’s not so innocent either, but you’ll have to ask her about that.”

“Yeah, she’s definitely the next person I need to have on here. Now what is the album that you think is your best work or the one that you are most proud of?”

“Hmm, Jackman hands down. No features, just me talking and getting my feelings out. I was able to be home in Louisville with my wife for about a year and a half and I took that time to reset and get my mind right because a lot of shit had been going on and happening around us and I felt that it was important for me to do that, but now we’re back to making the catchy shit that people can really vibe to and feel good music so I’m excited for this new era.”

“Lovin’ On Me! Now I am loving your new song and I notice that it says I don't like no whips and chains and you can’t tie me down. So no whips and chains in the Harlow household?”

“I… look I have a story about that. It’s not the fact that there’s absolutely none because at one point in time there was.”

“Damn, do I need popcorn for this because I feel like I need popcorn for this.” Alex added while busting out laughing.

“So, I tie her up, blindfold her, we got the nipple clamps, all that shit, and I handcuff myself to her to get her to stop moving and I lost the key in the process. So, she notices that I get quiet and she’s freaking out asking me what’s wrong and when I finally tell her she’s like call Urban. He’s our best friend who lived with us at the time and he has seen some wild shit and I know he’s so fucking tired of us. So with my free hand, I use my phone to call him and he comes and sees what the situation is, finds the key and leaves us there and goes to sleep because we had woken him up and he was pissed. So he just left us there until the morning.”

“I LITERALLY CANNOT! But, was it really a punishment though? Handcuffed to your wife so I can imagine a few more rounds came after that?” Alex asked while wiggling her eyebrows.

“More than a few.”

“Now talk to me about the other wild shit that he has seen.” 

All Jack did was hang his head as he busted out laughing.

“I… I don’t even know where to fucking start. Urb is always getting pulled into the middle of shit that he absolutely had nothing to do with.”

“That’s what best friends are for. Now, how do you feel about choking?”

“Anything she wants, I will do it. Nothing is off limits for her. I admit that it’s not my favorite thing in the world, but if it’s going to make her orgasm faster, I’m all for it. She definitely comes first. Pun intended.”

“Oh, so you’re all about putting her needs first in the bedroom?”

“And in life, that’s my baby and her needs and wants are always going to be met. Been doing that since we were fifteen when we were officially together.”

“Now you said nothing is off limits when it comes to her, so she’s just like ‘babe, let me peg you’.”

“No, absolutely not, no one is sticking anything up my ass. I love my wife through and through, but no. That’s a little too much for me. Come on Alex, I’m not that adventurous, my lyrics literally say ‘I’m vanilla baby’.”

“Well, I might have put an idea in your head that you’ll want to try with her later.”

“Nope.”

“Favorite sex position?”

“Do you…. Do you not know what they call me?” Jack curiously asked her in disbelief.

“No, what do they call you?”

“Missionary Jack.”

“Please shut up because literally no one calls you that, you call yourself that.”

“I swear that’s what they call me!”

“And who gave you that nickname?”

“If it was someone other than my wife then that’s a problem. She’s called me that since forever.”

“What do you like about it?”

“It’s underrated on so many levels. I swear my triplets were conceived in missionary. Because here’s my thing, I’m face to face with her, at one point her ankles are going to be behind her head or on top of my shoulders and I’m going the fuck in.”

“Well damn, what’s her favorite position? I’m going to get her on here, but I want to hear it from you.”

“She likes to think that she’s in control, so she likes to ride me. But she knows who runs this shit. My kids aren’t the only ones who call me daddy.” Jack responded while smirking and all Alex did was playfully roll her eyes.

“Your wife is going to get you for that one and I’m going to let her have at it.”

“Yeah that’s how it all starts and it’ll end with me fucking her brains out like it always does.”

“You’re going to be in for it when this is over. Hmm, kinks?”

“I love praising her because I know it makes her reach her peak faster, but definitely a spit kink.”

“OH! TELL ME MORE! I am intrigued!”

“Alex, you are funny as shit.”

“I’m serious! Out with it.”

“Spitting in her mouth and watching her swallow it.”

“Are you sure you’re as vanilla as you say you are, because? Yeah I’m going to need wifey here to get her perspective. Do you think she’s ever faked an orgasm while you were in her? Would you be able to tell?”

“I know her body inside and out and she better not do that shit and have me find out about it. But, I don’t think she has.”

“Hand jobs, blow jobs?”

“Fuck yeah, I love me a good hand job or blow job.”

“Craziest place that you’ve gotten one or had sex period?”

“On a plane to Australia. We thought everyone was asleep, but of course everyone except Urb. This was what I meant when he is always getting caught in the middle of some shit that has nothing to do with him. It was difficult because I’m so tall, but we made it work.”

“What would an erotic vacation look like for you?”

“Definitely fucking her brains out non stop in some tropical ass location. We’re not leaving our room for the entire time that we’re there.”

“Ooohh, now if you could have sex in any location in the world, where would it be?”

“Hmm, I never really thought about it. Maybe some exotic ass shit like behind a waterfall or something. But, I was also thinking the white house lawn because I don’t mind an audience.”

“NOT THE WHITE HOUSE LAWN!”

“YOU ASKED!” 

“Have you ever had or thought about trying tantric sex?”

“I’ve never really thought much about it, but I would have to do my research. If wifey wants it, I’m down.”

“She really does wear the pants in your relationship, huh?”

“Alex, like I said before, you’re funny and no she doesn’t.”

“I literally do not think that anyone will agree with you. If I were to do a poll right now, everyone will probably say that she does.”

“I let her think that she does.”

“Mmm hmm, sure. Now what is your dirtiest sexual fantasy?”

“I don’t even know since I’m pretty adventurous when it comes to it and not many things are off limits.”

You had just gotten to the hotel that Jack was staying at while he was filming for his episode of the Call Her Daddy podcast when you decided to surprise him. He had been going non stop since the release of his new single and getting ready to go on The Kentucky Tour. 

Of course Urban was with him and sent you a text saying that he was almost done and you promptly took a quick shower and slipped on one of Jack’s favorite lingerie sets which happened to be black and purple. You threw on your black silk robe in case you got cold and simply laid out on the bed and played on your phone waiting for your husband. 

You had fallen asleep waiting for him when you felt him reach down and place a kiss on your lips and your eyes fluttered open.

“What are you doing here?” He playfully asked as he was now kneeling on the bed in front of you and playing with the ties on your black silk robe.

“I wanted to surprise my husband since he’s been working so hard and I figured you would want a little time to have me to yourself.” You answered while motioning for him to lean down so that you could kiss him which he quickly did.

As Jack deepened the kiss, he took the opportunity to undo your robe and took in the sight of you in front of him.

“A sight that I can never get tired of seeing.”

He started to kiss down your neck when you lightly pushed him away from you and flipped the two of you over as you went to undo his pants and slide down his boxer briefs.

“Last night on the phone with you wasn’t enough and I decided that I wanted you in my mouth as soon as possible.”

The night before, Jack was complaining about missing you so just like you had done many times before, you gave him a show which ended up with him cumming multiple times as he watched you. 

Jack had now tossed his shirt to the other side of the room and you had gotten his boxer briefs completely off before taking him in your mouth painfully slow making him grab the back of your head and buck his hips towards you.

“Baby, do not fucking tease me right now. All I basically did was talk about how good I fuck you in that podcast and we need to get to it before I fucking bust. This shit is starting to hurt and take that lingerie off.” Jack whined as you were making yourself comfortable.

Before taking him back in your mouth, you did as you were told.

“Patience, my love. You know that I’m always going to make it worthwhile.” You answered him as you went back to pleasuring him with your mouth and your eyes began to water as you felt him reach the back of your throat.

You were taking your slow sweet time and even though Jack was getting annoyed, he was in entirely too much pleasure to say anything at the moment knowing that when he finally did cum in your mouth that it would be worth it.

“Ahh fuck. Come on baby, go a little faster than that.” Jack pleaded with you, but then you took him out of your mouth and went to the edge of the bed and laid down upside down.

“Get over here and face fuck me then.” You said while giggling and Jack wasted no time getting in front of you and sliding himself back into your mouth while throwing his head back in pleasure.

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, ohhhh shiiiiit.”

Jack had now taken a hold of both sides of your face and began moving in and out of your mouth as you reached down to play with your clit knowing that if he saw you playing with yourself that he would cum faster.

“Come on baby, open that pretty mouth of yours wider for me. You can take more of me, you’re doing such a good job.”

You did as you were told and inserted two fingers while still continuing to play with your clit with the opposite hand as you felt the spit from your mouth leaking down the sides of it.

“You playing with your pussy for me? Add another finger for daddy.” 

Listening to Jack, you added another finger as he reached down to spit on your clit which made you increase the pace of your fingers.

You couldn’t help but to moan while Jack was still in your mouth and knew that you were going to reach your peak soon.

And as if right on cue, you heard Jack.

“Fuck, baby.” He tightly held onto you as you hit your peak and felt the cum shooting down your throat and out the sides of your mouth, but you continued sucking him off not showing him any mercy.

“Hold on!”

You shook your head no as you continued to move him in and out of your mouth, but finally let up when you felt another load shoot into your mouth and quickly swallowed it. Jack slightly moved away from you as you sat up and turned around to face him smirking.

“Wait until I get your ass for doing that.” Was all he said as you reached up to kiss him. You caught him off guard as you reached down and slowly began to jerk him off when he broke the kiss and looked down at you.

“Get your ass to the top of the bed and spread your legs so I have enough room.”

You moved until you reached the top as Jack hovered over you and simply looked down at you to admire you.

“What, babe?” You asked as you were now beginning to shy away from him, but all he did was lightly grab your face and kiss you.

“Nothing, it’s just my wife is so gorgeous and I’m about to have her screaming at the top of her lungs with how good I’m about to make her feel.” He answered as he began to rub small circles along your clit and reached down to kiss you while slipping his tongue in your mouth.

When you least expected it, he slowly entered you making you gasp against his lips which he quickly quieted you with another kiss as he began to move.

“Look at my pretty girl taking this dick.”

Jack then lifted your legs so that they were on the top of his shoulders and began pounding into you making you gasp as he caught you in another kiss.

“Shiiiit.” Was all you could mutter as you wrapped your arms around Jack’s neck as both of your noses were touching.

As Jack continued to keep the same pace, he kept his eyes on you and simply smirked.

“Open your mouth.”

You felt warm liquid slide down the back of your throat as he continued to move and place small kisses along your breasts.

On your right breast, he placed a small kiss and bit down and continued to suck on the same spot as you were letting out a series of curses and whimpers.

That was going to leave a mark, but you would deal with that later.

Jack then reached down to play with your clit and he quickly went to suck on your other breast knowing that he would have you come undone in front of him in less than a minute.

“Fuck, baby. Don’t stop, don’t stop.”

Jack then felt a rush of warm liquid hit the bottom part of his stomach and smirked as he reached up to kiss you.

As you were slowing down your breathing, Jack continued to rub small circles along your clit while kissing down your neck.

Once you felt that you recovered enough, you reached over to the bedside table and pulled out a bottle of lube that you had brought and handed it to Jack as you moved to get on all fours. 

All he did was smirk at you before opening the bottle as you were making yourself comfortable in front of him.

You had only done anal a handful of times, but you found yourself wanting it more and more lately and of course, Jack wasn’t opposed.

“Baby, remember you have to relax so I can get in easier.” You heard him say as he was getting ready behind you.

“Yes, I know.” You softly answered as you felt the tip.

Jack noticed he was meeting resistance so he added more lube and had you arch your back a little bit more before trying again.

He was moving in slowly and didn’t hear anything from you which had him concerned and he simply stopped.

“Baby, you okay? You aren’t saying anything.”

“I’m fine, just keep going.”

After a few minutes, he was fully in and gave you a minute to adjust and made sure that you were okay.

“You ready for me to move?”

All you did was nod towards him as you felt him moving in and out of you.

“You’re doing so good, you’re doing so good for me baby. Arch your back a tiny bit more.”

Complying, you slowly but surely started to notice how good it felt as Jack reached down and you felt him insert what felt like a vibrator in you. 

You had no idea when he had time to get it, but you weren’t in any way, shape, or form complaining. 

“Babeee, oh fuck.”

“Got a new toy to use on you.”

Between the vibrator and Jack pleasuring you, you felt your legs begin to get weak and the perfect arch that you had once had was forgotten as you were trying to hold yourself up.

Jack noticed this and instead of turning the vibrator down and decreasing his pace, he did the opposite and turned it up while increasing his pace making you scream out.

“Baby…. Mmm… fuck I can’t…”

“Yes you can and you will, arch your back for me. Such a good girl.”

Jack reached down to play with your clit and your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks making you scream out as he slid out and released all over your back.

He then slid the vibrator out of you as you collapsed on your stomach and reached down to kiss your neck.

“You okay, down there? You were so good for me.”

You let out something of a groan letting him know that you were okay and he instantly laughed while sliding off the bed and pulling you by the ankles so that you were at the end of the bed and Jack was on his knees.

“Get on your knees for me because we are nowhere near done.”

This made you do a double take as you looked back at him in confusion.

“You didn’t think you were about to come all this way and I wasn’t going to taste my wife’s pussy, did you? Spread them damn legs.”

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[m-arkmywords]

Parking lot shenanigans

pairing: mark x fem!reader

genre: churchboy!mark, smut, shy mark in front of the elders, car sex, some fluff, not suitable for minors

word count: 1,558

"Oh Mrs. Park, I gotchu, don't worry" Mark runs to the stairs to help the elderly, Mrs. Park by giving her his hand and guiding her up to the stairs. He tucks her arm under his, for a steady grip and he takes her to her seat.

"Oh Mark, you're such a good boy" she compliments him. "So caring and handsome, you have a girlfriend yet?" Mark's face turns red as he blushes, looking away.

"Uhh no, haha I don't know how to talk to girls Mrs. Park." Now acting shy, "Plus.. none of them are as pretty as you Mrs. Park." He wiggles his eye brows at the lady, making her laugh.

She slaps his arm playfully, "Oh goodness, charming too! I don't believe for a second you don't have a girlfriend" He helps her sit down and laughs, dodging her comment.

Walking up and down the aisle, he helps everyone that he can. Collecting compliments left and right about being such a "good boy" and getting pats and pinches on his face. Although shy, Mark loves the attention. His shy, charm seems to be working on every elderly woman that comes to church. They absolutely adore him.

As he's helping the last lady settle down, he catches you standing at the back, screw-facing him with squinted eyes. He lightly jogs to you with a big cheeky smile. "Hi"

"WhaT a GoOd bOy.. oH GIrLs DonNt TaLK TO mE" You mocked him, making him poke his tongue to the side of his cheek.

"Dude you know my parents can't find out about us. They said no dating until after exam season." He whispers, looking around before tracing his fingers along your arm to hold your hand and kiss it.

"Whatever" You smack his hat so it slides down his face.

Seeing Mark all innocent and shy like this, around everyone in public does something to you. He's so respectful and wholesome. Helping ladies by opening doors, holding their hands and using his charm to make them giggle. You wonder, what they would think of him if they only knew, what he's like behind closed doors.

"Open your mouth for me baby" His hands constricted around your throat, voice low with rasp as he slowly spat in your mouth. You clenched around him, making him moan. "Fuck baby" slowing down his strokes, taking his time. He admired your faced. Mascara ran from the tears, hair a mess from being in his fist, he made a mess of you but loved every bit of it. He let go of your neck, caressed your cheek with his thumb until he let his hand wander down to your clit, rubbing circles around it. Eyes still examining your face. "You scrunch your eye brows, like you're trying to figure something out.. like you're confused" he chuckled before pecking your lips. Slowly, speeding up his strokes. "It's such a beautiful face.. when you cum.. cum for me baby" He kissed you once again and your tongues met.

"Mark.."

"yeah?"

"pull my hair again?"

"Anything for you princess" He slid out of you, flipping you over, on your stomach, before re-entering you. "God, you're so wet for me" Dragging his hand up your back, he grabbed your hair and wrapped it around his fist. Pumping into you, both of your moans got louder. "You so nasty for me, baby" He smacked your ass with his free hand.

You started to meet his rhythm, making him groan and whimper. "I'm gonna cum inside your pretty pussy, baby" he pulls your hair harder, making you get louder. "So nasty.. so pretty.. what a drooling mess..." He whispered in your ear through gritted teeth, fighting his own climax.

"Mark... gonna.. cum.."

Snapping out of your flashback, you laugh as he fixes his hat. "Stop playing around y/n. I have to be a good boy, remember." He teases you as you both take a seat in the back. Everyone knew you were best friends, but no one knew when you both blurred the line and started being something a little more than that. When those late night study sessions turned into Mark being trapped in your leg lock.

Sitting next to each other, you both can't help but laugh at stupid jokes. "No but, why does this man look like Nigel Thornberry" you say under your breath and Mark loses it. Wheezing, trying to cover his mouth, his face goes red from holding his laugh in. His dad shoots you both a look of annoyance, before you both shut up and sit back in silence.

It's when you've both calmed down, you elbow Mark to look at your phone and lo and behold, it flashes him a picture of Nigel Thornberry which makes him CRY. Not being able to keep it down, he gets up and walks out the church and you follow him straight after.

You both walk towards his car and burst out laughing. "You're such an asshole y/n" he playfully punches your arm, before lifting you up and sitting you down on top of the back of his car. Standing between your legs, he kisses your lips. "You're so bad, you gonna get me trouble baby." His voice softens.

"Oh cos you're so good? One lady called you a good boy and now it's gotten to your head, look at you." You laugh as he rests his head on your chest, palming your ass.

"I can be good, for you" He looks up at you with his doe eyes and a smirk, making your heart beat faster and you clench around nothing.

"Yeah?"

"Come be good for me in the back seat then" you run your fingers through his hair and he brings you to the ground. He bites his lip, unlocking the car and you both get in the back. Luckily, the sun sets early in the winter time so it's dark already. You both thank the stars in your mind.

Settling down in the back seat, with you on top of him. You leave airy touches all over his body. Your voice changes, a bit authority in your tone.

"You like it when I touch you like this?" You hold his jaw and kiss behind his ear, taking his lobe between your teeth and lightly pulling it. All he can do is, nod. You kiss him once again, a deeper kiss now as you grind your heat against his core. Feeling him slowly get hard.

"I couldn't focus back there you know" you kiss down his neck and his hands squeeze your thighs. "Kept thinking about, how much I wanted you inside me" he twitches in his sweats, making you whimper into his neck. Fanning your hot breath on his wet, skin.

"Stop teasing.." He can barely get out his words, lust making his head dizzy.

You remove yourself from his lap and get down on your knees, in the limited space behind the passenger seat. You slip off his sweats and boxers down to his ankles, with his help. His dick slaps across his stomach.

"Aw what a good boy" you leave a peck on his tip, mocking him.

"Y/n..."

"Shhhh, be good for me" grabbing the base of his dick, you lick a strip from the bottom to his tip, gathering the precum on your tongue. He hisses at the contact.

"Baby.." His hands now holding your hair back for you, so you can continue without disruption. "So pretty.. like this"

You take the tip in your mouth and slowly suck on it, as his head falls back on the head rest and he groans. Wrapping your lips around it with suction, you twirl your tongue all around the tip, making circles. Making Mark lose his mind with each movement. Letting your spit drip down his length, you start stroking him with your hand.

Soft whimpers and curse words leave his mouth, as you slowly take him all in until he reaches the back of your throat. He lets out a loud moan, as you start bobbing your head and hands in a rhythm. You look up at him through your wet lashes, his face in a pout, eyes closed, breath heavy as he tries to hold himself together but is so evidently weak, to your touch.

You now feel your arousal pool between your legs and you moan into him with frustration, sending vibration through his dick.

"I'.. I'm gonna.., cum.." you continue stroking his length, now using both hands.

"Come for me, Mark.. like a good boy" and you swallow him again, his hips start to buck forward as he pushes your head down, chasing his climax. Your eyes water as you feel him throb inside your mouth and you, continue to suck around his head.

Mark whimpers loud, as if he's going to cry, filling your entire mouth with his warm seed. You let it all drip back down on him as you continue you suck and stroke, making his legs shake. "Ahh.. Baby.. st-.. Uhh, Fuck" he can barely get the words out as you, lean up into his mouth and kiss him. Now laughing at the mess you've just made, knowing he's going to go back into public with sticky boxers.

"You're so bad, you know that.." he kisses you one last time.

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special thanks to @markonthemoon for her great ideas and our conversations !! <3

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[lunamugetsu]

I see a lot of people going with the idea that if Danny were to be captured and tortured by the GIW, that the main people that would find him are Young Justice, Teen Titans or the Justice League main heroes.

So I raise you this idea.

The one who finds the GIW facility that's keeping Danny prisoner is The Question. The resident faceless conspiracy theorist hero that works for the Justice League. (the one I'm thinking of is the guy from Justice League Unlimited. The one that got together with Huntress. You can imagine this with the Renee Montoya version if you want, but I'm just thinking of the guy Question)

Now hear me out. The Question is known for having crazy conspiracy theories and in the the cartoon, Supergirl asks Green Arrow why they have the Question on the roster for the Justice League since he has such crazy theories, he must be insane. And Green Arrow replies with that some of his theories have actually turned out to be true.

So couple that with how The Question gets crazy theories and he does investigate them on his own time. It wouldn't be a stretch that he finds out that there's an obscure government agency that he instantly starts getting suspicious of as there's very rarely any documentation he can find about it. But what hammers his suspicions in is the obscene amount of money that's being pumped into that agency and a serious of facilities that somehow exist and yet also do not exist but he knows it's real because some of them required a humongous power grid to be able to have the facility function.

The Question starts investigating the facilities. Going undercover finding obscure ways to get into the building. He gets in finds a super secure, heavily fortified area that he could tell where most of the energy is being powered to keep locked. He finds the lab areas where he can see the autopsy tables all with machinery that are definitely raise some eyebrows. He starts downloading information about the facility from their servers and finds that the codes to unlock the area that was blocked to him before.

He goes to investigate that area and low and behold, who does he see but an imprisoned Danny who has clearly been tortured. The Question would then go "well I'm breaking him out" and just does an impromptu jail break and takes the kid which sounds the alarm. They're getting the heck out of there. The Question contacts the Justice League gets him and the kid to the Watchtower.

Later on Danny is staying with the Question, because Danny need a place to stay and he's cool with the faceless dude that saved him from his prison. The dude is like super chill with all of the stuff he talks about and actively listening to everything he talked about. Even adding comments of his own like

"I knew it! Lunch Ladies are connected with creation of the mystery meat! And they're funded by the government so they can use it as a brain control weapon to control the future generation!"

or

"The politicians of today could possibly be possessed by the ghosts of the past. They're unwilling to relinquish any power they possessed even in the afterlife!"

Plus, Danny's like completely cool with making food and cleaning up after Question. Because one, the food doesn't come to life and try to attack him like it does at home. And two, the man keeps all of his conspiracy stuff pretty organized so there was hardly anything for Danny to clean up. And sure the guy has a weird lifestyle with things such as brushing his teeth with baking soda because he says fluoride is used by the government to be able to see the people better from their satellites. Or that he'll look through everybody's garbage and would sometimes drag Danny with him to help, which he later learns is a great way to gather information about someone. And having conversations with the dude is kind of creepy when he can't see the dude's face, but he gets used to it and then starts practicing his shape shifting to see freak out the other heroes when they see he has no face.

Meanwhile The Question would have moments while working where he's like "Wait! Did I feed the kid this morning?" also Huntress is there because she doesn't trust her boyfriend at keeping a human being alive, even if they are half dead.

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[emotionaldamages]

soft launch or hard launch - max verstappen

in which shes in a secret relationship with a certain redbull driver

social media au

part one| part two

note- this is my first time writing so it might not be as good, but hope you enjoy♡

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[glow-worms-are-believers]

Break a leg (dp x dc)

"So, the food here is pretty sweet," the girl sitting next to him starts.

Damian hums before remembering he's supposed to be gathering intel and that means he has to talk to people.

"There aren't a lot of vegetarian options," he manages with a tight smile, making sure to look like he is stressed over the audition.

"Oh yeah, that's true," the girl says and falls quiet for a moment.

Damian looks back down at the script he's reading, though he knows the lines by heart. And then the girl speaks up again.

"So how'd you get here?" she says as she swings her legs. "My name's Dani by the way, what's yours?"

Damian folds up the papers carefully. "I'm Stephan," he says. "My agent suggested I try out for a movie role." He offers the girl a convincing shy smile. "How about you?"

"Some guy came up to me and wanted me to audition for this. I thought he was a child trafficker so I followed him. Turns out he wasn't and now I'm here," the girl said before shrugging.

"Why did you follow a man who you thought was a child trafficker?"

"To beat him up," the girl answered.

"Oh." Damian is going to assume that's a joke, if only to preserve his last bit of faith in human intelligence. He's pretty sure every child knows to go away from criminals, not towards.

"Who are you auditioning for?" Dani asks.

"I'm trying for Lennox," Damian answers, shuffling his papers as if nervous.

"A lead," the girl exclaims before extending a fist. "Nice, dude. I believe in you." Damian internally sneers at the gesture but outwardly, he smiles sheepishly and knocks his knuckles against hers. "I'm going for Abigail," the girl continues. "If this goes well, we might end up working together soon, huh?"

"Hopefully," Damian answers with a smile.

Dani smiles back widely and is about to answer when a lady steps out into the room.

"Danielle Nightingale?"

The girl gets to her feet with a chirped "present!" The lady gestures to follow before walking back out. Dani looks over to Damian. "Wish me luck!" she says before twirling away without giving Damian the chance to actually answer.

Damian sits in silence as he looks back down at the script when his earpiece crackles to life.

"Wow, baby bat, that was downright sweet," Brown's whistle comes over the coms. "When's the wedding?"

"I will hurt you," Damian hisses back, hiding his mouth behind the papers.

"Just saying," she sing-songs. "You were awfully chummy out there."

"I was trying to follow your instructions," he bites out quietly. "Or would you have preferred I didn't?"

"No, no, I prefer my civilians un-stabbed," Spoiler answers lightly. "I just didn't know you had it in you."

"I was trained for infiltration," Damian points out. "I know how to lie."

"That is good news because we need you to get on that crew," Brown says. "Ready to blow their minds?"

Damian lets himself have a little smirk, hidden behind the script. "They won't know what hit them."

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[leeknowsnot]

kinktober — space (felix)

genre: smut (minors dni)

note: F/N for your friend's name

content: felix x reader, reader is jealous, lingerie, non!idol felix, he's a salesman, fingering, squirting, dirty talk, little salesman-customer roleplay with felix, risky public sex, felix pull out game strong

sorry it took time!! here's for day 2 kinktober for claustrophilia

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You twisted your face into a frown. For the umpteenth time, you slurped aggressively on your Starbucks drink as you glare at a random woman flirting with a certain salesman. Your friend who sat across you gave you a blank stare, blinking at how you practically sucked at nothing at this point but melted ice water.

She decided it was enough watching you act like a sulky kid and poked your forehead, making you yelp and rub your temple, your glare now transferring to her. "What was that for?!" you complain at her as she rolls her eyes at you.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," she says and you grimace.

"Dude no, I'm not gonna take a picture of someone trying to flirt with my boyfriend," you retort back at her. F/N gives you a long sigh accompanied by her shaking head.

She turns her body around, elbow resting on the chair as she looks at what you were busying yourself with earlier. She looks for a while before turning back to you.

"Come on Y/N, let it go. With that cute face, how many girls do you think flirts with your boyfriend on a daily basis, huh?" she raises an eyebrow at you. "He'd practically be used to it at this point. It's not like he's gonna flirt back anyway, we both know how much of a simp he is for you." F/N laughs, sipping at her drink before shaking her head again.

You huff. You twist your lower jaw, eyebrow raising in a way that made it easier for you to contain your irritation. "Well, I don't plan on getting used to it and I'm not just gonna sit here," you say. It was the final straw.

For you and for that Starbucks staff who probably had to empty a whole container of literal straws each time you ask for a new one after having chewed out the previous one too much.

F/N tried to stop you when you stood, heading out of the cafe to trace a beeline towards the department store that was just across Starbucks.

You had one objective in mind: to let these snakes know that the undeniably cute, handsome, and dreamy blonde salesman named Felix was taken and will always be taken by you. Though, you halted in your tracks, having a devious light bulb pop in your head.

You inhaled, huffing out an air as you look at Felix and that one girl that always seemed to be one step too close each time you look away and look back. He was yet to notice you, let alone know that you dropped by the same mall he was working at.

You smirked to yourself, deciding on proceeding with your plan. You walked towards the female undergarments section that was just beside the brand that Felix was manning. Approaching the saleslady, you gave her a smile.

"Hi! Can I uhh," you paused, eyes sneakily looking at Felix before looking back at the lady. "See all of the sizes for this whole row?" The saleslady blinked and widened and her eyes at you, eyebrows raised as she tilts her neck towards you in confusion.

"E-Excuse me, the whole row...?" she repeated and you nodded with another big smile on your face. She parts her lips, about to say something but closes them, hesitantly nodding before walking away to head to the stock room.

Does she even know what exact size her boobs are? Why is she asking me to get 12 boxes of nothing but boob catchers? was probably what you think was inside the saleslady's head as soon as you sent her away but you had other plans in mind.

You headed towards the lingerie section, eyeing at everything that caught your eyes. When your eyes landed on that certain lingerie that barely had cover and a slit at the bottom, you smirked to yourself. "Bullseye," you whisper.

You turned your head around, pretending that you didn't just send off the store's saleslady into an impossible adventure of climbing service stairs just to get your unbelievable request of wanting to get a look at every size of about 30 bras. You put up an act that you were looking for the poor lady. When you "didn't find her", you approach Felix whose back was turned to you.

You tapped him on his shoulder. "Excuse me sir, can I ask for assistance? The lady in charge of this store isn't around," you say, making Felix turn cluelessly.

However, his bright but confused smile turns into a look of shock as soon as he sees you, his hand bringing itself to cover his mouth. But he closes his mouth and takes his hand away from his face as soon as he did.

He glances around for a moment, subconsciously being wary that his boss might be taking rounds around the floor and see him slacking off. But then again, nobody else knew that you were supposed to be his girlfriend.

Well, you two and the sight of your friend at Starbucks from the corner of Felix's eyes so people would only think he was assisting a customer. He slightly bends down his head so you'd hear him. "Y/N, what on earth are you doing here?"

You give him a look of fake disbelief. "Am I not allowed to shop?" you half-whisper back to him. He stutters a blink — if that was even possible.

"I—" you cut him off, waving the clothing in front of him.

You fake a pout. "I've been wanting to try this out but the saleslady hasn't been showing up for ten minutes." Yeah, thanks to you. "I'm kind of in a hurry and don't have any other free time aside from now and I'm worried someone else might buy it if I just come back another time."

You glance over Felix's shoulder, seeing his co-worker—but not before glaring at the woman who was flirting with Felix earlier—assisting someone from the other rack. "I was wondering if you could accompany me to the fitting room, so you can make sure I'm not gonna steal it while I try it out?"

Felix looks back, confused, before turning back to you. His eyes scan the lingerie you had in your hands, lips parting with a silent gasp as he looks back at you with a "really?" expression.

You only raise your eyebrows at him, tilting your head. "Well?"

Felix licks his lower lip in awkwardness. You could see some sweat on his temple despite the cold temperature in the mall. You mentally give yourself a pat on the back. It's working, you muse to yourself. He hesitantly nods, gesturing his arm somewhere. "The fitting room is over there, m-ma'am," he plays along, walking ahead of you to guide you towards the fitting room.

He stood by the entrance, feet firm on the ground. You stood there as well, staring at him like he was supposed to know what was in your mind. Well obviously, he was no mindreader when he looks back at you, another confused expression in his face.

You roll your eyes at his cluelessness, scoffing before you eventually walk past him and into one of the fitting cubicles, leaving poor Felix with question marks in his head.

As you locked the door behind you and turned, now facing yourself in the mirror, you immediately threw your clothes off of you. You glanced at the lingerie that you hung on the hook by the wall and threw it on yourself. It was quite a hassle to put on but you reminded that it'll be worth it once you manage to put your plan into action.

Once you were finished battling with the various laces and garters, you admired yourself on the mirror. There was a hint of embarrassment as soon as you saw the slit, exposing everything, leaving nothing to the imagination.

But whatever, you went this far, there was no point in turning back. You slightly opened the door, hiding your body behind it but peeking your head out. You look at Felix who was still at the same spot as where he had been.

"Psst, Fel — I mean, sir!" you called out to him, making him turn his head towards you. You gestured him to come closer but he gives you a confused frown. "Come here," you half-whisper. Felix shakes his head at you, still afraid someone would catch him. You click your tongue. "Come here already! I can't unzip my blouse from the back!" you lied.

Eventually, Felix gave in with a sigh, making sure no one would see him as he enters the fitting area and walks towards your door. "I can't believe you!" he half exclaims-half whispers. But as soon as he was near enough, you pull him inside the cubicle, immediately locking the door.

"Y/N, what are you doing?!" he exclaims. He was five seconds late when he realized and took in what you were wearing. Tinges of pink filled his face, making his freckles more prominent as he instinctively looks away. "You're out of your mind!"

You dramatically huff at him and cross your arms. "I did what I had to do. That woman was basically rubbing her nipples at you." You were clearly exaggerating but you could care less. You'd say she was on the brink of undressing Felix if it meant making your point. Felix sighs and looks back at you. He holds your bare shoulders.

"Y/N, please. We talked about this," he sighs. "I don't even care about customers like that, I'm just trying to do my job. You don't have anything to worry about."

This time, it was your turn to look away at him. You didn't like it. Even if he didn't care about it, it bothered you a lot. Even if he was saying that there was nothing to worry about, you still worried a lot.

It's not that you didn't trust Felix. You'd trust him with your life, if anything. You just didn't trust the women that would lay their eyes on him as if he was some prize.

"I wish you cared more, honestly," you mutter under your breath. "Maybe if you did, you'd actually push them away and tell them you're taken instead of letting them flirt with you all the goddamn time and pretend that you weren't noticing anything."

Felix raises his eyebrows at you, tilting his head to meet your eyes. "Is that what all of this was about?" he asks. "You're jealous?"

You refused to meet his gaze, clearly guilty over what he said. Yeah, you were jealous. So what? Yeah, you were annoyed. So what? You wanted to tell him that but you pouted instead. You expected Felix to feel disappointed at you but you were surprised when his expression softened, pulling you into a hug.

"Oh, Y/N what am I going to do with you?" his voice muffles as he burries his face in your neck. You both stay still like that, nothing but silence and mutual presence enveloping you both.

You only realized then how cramped the fitting cubicle was. It made no room for you and Felix to even be two feet apart from each other.

"You could've told me instead of..." he trails off, his hand running through your bare back. "...this."

You take in a sharp intake of breath at the contact of his fingers on your back as he traced small circles. "I wanted to take you by surprise," you confessed, muttering as you brush your cheek on his ear.

Felix lets out a quiet, yet husky chuckle. This man. He could not try to seduce you and yet seduce you. And it drove you on edge, knowing that he'd have the same effect over any other woman, regardless if he was doing things on purpose or not.

It was shameful to admit, but you wanted to keep that for yourself. You wanted to keep him for yourself.

You felt his lips on your neck, on your shoulder, then on your collarbone before he looks at you. "Well, I am surpised," he chuckles. "Happy now?"

You roll your eyes at him, clearly annoyed at the lack of reaction. Though, his smile falters has he takes his time taking in your appearance. "I could get used to the view though," he whispers under his breath but of course, your ears pick that up. The corner of your lips turn up a bit, satisfied by his comment.

You tilt your head back at him. "You really do know how to convince people to buy stuff, huh?" you raise your eyebrows at him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Felix gives you a quiet laugh at this.

"It's not my brand to sell," he says. "Now. Does this product satisfy your taste, ma'am? I can get you a different style if you want," he whispers, slightly twirling his fingers around some of your hair from the back as he smirks at you.

You let out a small chuckle. You look into his eyes then to his lips. You pretend to think for a while. It was now your turn playing along with his little act. "Hmm. I'm not entirely sure. I still need to see if my boyfriend would like it or not," you trace a finger over his chest. "So I wouldn't waste any money if I do buy it."

Felix raises his eyebrows, amused at how both of you were getting into the moment of play pretending. "Oh, I'm sure your boyfriend would love it," you could feel his hands roaming down towards your waist. "Shall we test it out?" he asks with a low, raspy voice, his lips now lingering by your ear.

You hold back a moan. The way he'd drive you insane with just his voice was... insane. He could just play with words, whisper them in your ear, and yet you'd already turn into putty. "In this cramped little fitting cubicle?"

Felix chuckles lowly, letting out a small groan in your ear as he squeezes one of your ass cheeks. "I believe you were the one who led me here," he teases. "But then again. The smaller the space, the better." He licks your earlobe, nibbling on it before sucking on your neck. "Because there's nowhere left for you to escape into once I start fucking you. And when I do, I do it hard. You know that, right love?"

Oh you would lie if you said his words did not make you shiver. When you said Felix could just get you off with his words, you meant this. This was his side that you didn't want anyone else to see. It was yours, and only yours.

You hold back a whimper, feeling your legs turn into jelly as soon as he starts caressing your skin with his hands. His mouth would place wet kisses on your breasts before latching his luscious lips onto your nipple, suckling silently at the sensitive nub. "Can you open your legs for me, dear customer?" he says between his ministrations.

You immediately comply. Where was your attitude and determination from earlier? Gone. Your reasoning that was the only thing that kept your dignity from thinking of having sex with your boyfriend at his work place—which also is a publicly visted place—with the high risk of getting caught? Gone. Your voice. Gone. Your jealousy? Oh, most definitely gone.

Felix clearly loved the concept of nothing but a slit on you. He was having too much of it as he continuously ran his digits through your folds, relishing at how wet you were. He knew his voice drove you to the edge, and he most definitely like using it to his advantage. Especially when you were like this, vulnerable, submissive, and ready to devour like a five star meal.

He slowly inserts a finger inside of you, slipping in so easily considering how slick you already were. And another one. Then, he pulls them out. Then pushes them in. Pull them out. In. Out. In. Out. In—

You suddenly gasp, putting a hand on your mouth as he finally buries his fingers deep inside you, as far as they could get, and starts fingering you at a fast pace without any warning.

You drowned in the feeling of his fingers rubbing on your g-spot repeatedly, and his fingers drowned in how much love juice you were releasing. You tried to hold back your loud moans, letting out occasional gasps as he increased his pace.

This time, you were finally uncontrollably squirting liquid. It dripped through Felix's hand, pooling on the carpet floor beneath you. Squelching sounds started to fill the whole cubicle. If you were in the right headspace, you'd be concerned about making too much noise but you weren't.

It was a mess. You were a mess. Felix's arm was a mess. And he loved the sight of it. As he finger fucked the last of your juices out of you, he finally pulled his fingers out with a pop, your walls still attempting to clench on them, leaving you a panting mess as your back rested on the wall.

Felix whisked the remaining liquid off his arm before looking at your fucked out state. He smirks. "Guess I'm getting a 10 out of 10 for customer service," he says. Felix places a kiss on your lips as to which you respond back 5 seconds late, considering how you had to recover from your daze.

When he pulls away, he turns you around so now you were facing the mirror. There wasn't much space to begin with. You made a mental note to complain to whoever was the mall's architect designer for making less room but then scratched the idea since you had them to thank because Felix was now unzipping his pants from behind you.

He didn't completely pull his pants down, just unbuttoned, zipped down, and then pulled out his dick. He didn't need much lubrication since, obviously, your excess release from earlier was enough for him to just confortably slide in like a key. From his view, the lace ribbons perfectly hugged your curves, heightening his libido.

He pulled your arms behind, locking them with his hand as he makes you lean upward as if you were half standing, half bending down. "Look at yourself in the mirror, ma'am," he says as he starts with a slow pace. "Tell me if it's the right size for you."

You gasp each time he thrusts back in. "B-Big... Too big," you mumble and Felix chuckles. He was clearly referring to the lingerie but took your answer as an encouragement to thrust harder into you anyway.

Felix admired you from the mirror. He admired how small moans would escape your mouth each time he pushes back into you. He admired how your boobs would bounce each time he collides his hips with yours. He admired you.

He holds your chin, slightly tilting your head upward so your eyes would meet his through the mirror. "Look at yourself, love," he grunts between his increasing thrusts. "This view. Being fucked from behind by me. It's a view only for you to see. Not for that lady who was trying to flirt with me. Not for anyone else."

He wanted to prove you that no one else could ever replace you, and that you didn't have to feel jealous everytime someone would be too close for comfort, but at the same time, he liked seeing you jealous. Because he gets to fuck you like this.

His pace increases, slamming into your cervix at an incomparable speed as the sounds of your skin slapping on each other dangerously fill the cubicle.

To hell with having people hear the sinful sounds of sex. All he could think about was you, your cunt, the close space that now smelled of sex, and drilling deep inside you until all remaining thoughts of jealousy were fucked out from your head.

Both your breath become ragged and incoherent, mixing with muffled moans and stiffled groans as Felix thrusts into you at a hard and faster pace.

"Felix, please..." you finally find your words. "I can't..."

He pulls your torso towards him, thrusts continuing as he whispers by your ear. "Can't what, love?"

You hum back a moan that threatened to come out louder than it should. "Almost... cumming again," you manage to let out with a string of gasps. Felix places a kiss on your shoulder.

"Alright," he says. "Cum for me then." he removes his chin on your shoulder, repositioning himself as he holds both your arms behind. Then, he thrusts again, this time with a faster, ruthless, inhumane pace than earlier, your moans breaking into multiple, continuous gasps.

You attempt to pull away. It was too much. Too pleasurable. Too overstimulating. But just as he said, there was nowhere else for you to escape to in this tight space. His hands pull you back towards him to meet with his clapping thrusts, which finally drives you on edge.

"Oh my God, Felix I'm cumming," you almost scream, if not for his other hand covering itself on your mouth.

As soon as he hits that one spot, you finally reach your climax as your body twitches, a long, dragging moan muffling itself in his palm as his pace continues for a short while before slowing down as soon as he reaches his climax too. He stiffles a groan, pulling out of you as he runs his hand through his dick, pumping his cum out, spilling warmth on your bare back.

"Oh, fuck..." he pants, breath recovering as he shortly admires the sight of you trembling as your back turned towards him.

As soon as you both catch your breaths, he turns you around, this time a lot more gentle. "Well?" he asks. "Still getting jealous over customers who could only dream of seeing the same view I showed you earlier?"

You were still recovering but you chuckle at his remark, rolling your eyes. "Alright alright, whatever. You made your point by literally almost fucking my brains out," you say, resting your case as he pulls you into a hug. He places a kiss on your temple, body slightly swaying.

"I love you so much, Y/N. A lot more than you think," he mumbles on your hair. You hum, contented with his words and his actions to lessen your grudge over the woman earlier.

Felix finally pulls away from the hug, a sigh escaping his lips as he zips his pants back up and fixes himself. "Unfortunately, I have to get back to work before my co-worker notices I'm gone," he says and looks at you again. Felix smirks, "I look forward to seeing you at home, wearing a different lingerie later so we can test it out again." He gives you a wink.

You scoff at him, slapping his arm as he gives you a laugh, seeing himself out of the cubicle. You shake your head in disbelief but eventually smiling to yourself. Guess there was nothing to worry about in the first place after all.

...

Felix had a smile on his face as he walks back to the brand he was supposed to man. But not until getting stopped by a pile of boxes lined up on the floor. He furrows his eyebrows before a saleslady taps on his shoulder.

"Hey, have you seen a woman wearing a green dress around here that was checking on some undergarments? I've been trying to look for her for 8 minutes already," she sighs, a troubled look on her face. "She asked for all sizes for a whole row of bras, can you believe it?"

Felix blinks.

What were you wearing before you put on the lingerie again? A dress. What color? Green. Where were you when you made your presence known to him again? The undergarments section.

His eyes dart behind the lady, seeing you sneaking out the fitting room, the definitely not used lingerie crumpled in your hands, dressed in your pretty green dress that he had bought you for your birthday last year. His eye twitches at the amount of boxes on the floor.

Felix looks back at the saleslady. He closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. Inhaling. Then exhaling. "No. I don't know anyone with that description."

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