#she pulled my locs as well :

[the-winds-of-destiny-xxx]

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#spent most of today's shift sitting because i was with one of the 1.1s but i'm still exhausted imagine #the patient is on the smaller side #so we don't necessarily need the sliding sheet to move her #she's technically a few years younger than me but because of her intellectual disability her perception of the world is more childlike #but sis can put up a fight 😭😭 #she kept swinging at me because i wouldn't let her chew her fingers or bite her tambourine #or pull out her feeding tube #and i was like girl i'm doing this to protect u #she can be such a sweetheart usually but was very fighty today #she pulled my locs as well :/ #and the other HCA was laughing while she did it alll like omg she's so cute #and i was like girl she's literally yanking my hair rn this isn't cute of funny to me like help pull her hand off my hair or something #they got her a new spine brace tho and she's been using her chair more #which is good because it means she'll be able to go outside soon #not necessarily for long periods but still good #she'll love it

[rottenblur]

So soaked|A.ANDERSON

Part two to post workout pump | 2k words

Summary: After a successful night with your tinder hookup you spend a very eventful morning with her further proving she’s the one for you, and that you’ll never shower alone again.

Warning: smut, dirty talk, shower sex, head, fingering, abby being the cutest, choking, domestic ass abby, kinda fluff???

The touch of soft sheets against your bare legs, you wiggle them around then realize this wasn’t the couch, your eyes open. You gaze around, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, she had carried you to her bed? Without waking you?

Who was she, what was this? Were you in some kind of romance movie? You look at the bedside table, a glass of water and a book.

You really didn’t take in much of the bedroom, didn’t look to see if she had good “interior design” you were too busy moaning her name, well you were caught up in the moment for sure.

You move the duvet past your elbows then look to the other side of the bed. You run your hands across the sheets, you wonder if she slept with you.

You sit up, god. You hadn’t thought about it but maybe fucking then spending the night with someone you just met, off tinder of all places wasn’t the smartest on your part.

You look at the floor, to your discarded clothes, brushing it off then grabbing your phone. You look at it, it’s dead. You lean back onto the bed then stand up.

You walk through the bedroom doorway to the living room, grazing your free hand on the white door frame. You look around the living room, for a cord to plug your phone into, you look up at the closed door the opposite side to Abby’s door.

You shouldn’t snoop, but where was she? Did she fuck and dip in her own house? You lay down your phone on the coffee table, and walk to the door. Hovering your hand on the door knob, you lean in. Behind the door you hear heavy breathing and grunting, oh.

You crack the door open, knowing damn well how rude it probably was. You see her, sweaty with her hair down with nothing but a sports bra and boxers on. They were tight around her leg muscles, nothing like how they looked on you. Her arm freckles shiny from the natural sunlight peaking in.

She mutters a quiet “fuck.” as she presses the weights down to her chest then pushes them back up, her hand engulfing the bar. She puts the bar back on the holder, wary of making any noise she must think you’re still asleep. It’s stalkerish how you’re watching her, when she sits up and pushes her light locs behind her ear it almost makes you squeeze your legs together.

She grabs a white towel off the floor, she pats it on her forehead, you pan your eyes how her legs are spread wide on the bench. You pull yourself from continuing to watch her like a creep and knock on the already cracked open door.

She looks at you, her face lightening up. “Hey uh, sorry for creeping on up, my phone is dead so-“ she smiles and stands up. “Of course, in the kitchen.”

She walks you to the kitchen guiding you there with a hand on your hip, you plug in your phone and watch the screen light up. The notifications from your friends asking how the date went flood in, Abby leans down to kiss your neck. “Goodmorning, sleep well?” She asks, you drop your phone back into the counter and tilt your head for easier access.

“So good.” You mutter under your breath. She sucks on a special spot just below your eye and releases with a pop. “Wanna shower with me?” She whispers into your ear, placing delicate kisses in between words. Her hand dancing around your waist, how could you say no. You nod, she tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“That’s what I like to hear.” She twirls you around, she peeks behind you at your phone blowing up. “I can answer those later.” You say and smile, she smiles back.

She walks you to the bathroom, your hand in hers. She turns on the shower, putting your hand under the water to make sure it’s the perfect temperature for you, it’s the little things about her that make you crazy.

She kisses your forehead then strips you out of your clothes, you step into the shower letting the water refresh you after the events of last night. She strips off her clothes and steps in right behind you. You turn around to face her, she looks down at you and for the first time she looks shy.

You can’t focus on any thoughts with how fucking adorable she looked, like a scary dog that only wants to cuddle. You put your arms around her neck and kiss her cheek, she grabs your chin directing it to her lips. She pulls away with a smile on her face, you reach over to her array of body products, but she stops you.

“Let me.” She says and grabs the body wash, she squirts out a decent amount and starts forming suds all over your body. The shower filled with the scent of pine and sandalwood, her in the purest form.

She turns you around, moving her hands from your arms to your chest, god the adrenaline she gave you every time she touched you. Butterflies from your stomach right down to where it matters. She moves her hand down to your stomach, she rests her hands on your hips as the suds wash off.

You can feel her breathing down your neck, sending shivers right down your spine flush with her exposed body. She turns you around one last time, she takes the remaining suds rubbing them across your ass, she’s not shy enough to not grab your ass right now.

You look at her face, then down to her sud covered chest and stomach, the strawberry blonde hair peeking out from in between her muscled thighs. You feel your breath hitch, then you look back up at her, fuck you were lucky.

You had known her barely 24 hours and you were butt ass naked in her shower as she washed your body. All because of some stupid dating app.

She leans down, kissing along your neck to your collarbones, the remainder of suds washing away as she places her hands back onto your ass. She pulls you closer to her by the grip on your ass, her body flush to yours.

“You look so fucking adorable darling.” You whine out a response as she kisses the perfect spot on your neck. It’s surely to be bruised after this shower, she attaches her plush lips to yours.

Transferring one hand to your neck with a gentle squeeze by her fingertips, the other to the back of your thigh. She walks you to the shower wall, hand still tightly wrapped on your neck. “You want this?” She asks, you nod. “More than you could know, I need it.”

You admit, she looks at you for a second then removes her hand from your neck, she kneels before you then puts a thigh on her freckled shoulder, she holds it there as she leans into where you need her.

Her lips connect to your heat, the water dribbling over the two of you making you feel hotter than you were. She licks a stripe up your clit then sucks on it, she looks up at you then mumbles something incoherent.

You tangle your hands into her hair, your back flush to the damp tiles. “Huh?” You ask her, as if her mouth wasn’t preoccupied by devouring you.

She looks back down, disconnecting her mouth, then her eyes come back to your face. “I could spend all day between your thighs.” She says with a smirk.

Blush covers your face as those blue eyes stare at you so innocently, after saying such a vile thing to you. You huff at her pulling her mouth back to you to shut her up, if she kept talking like that you wouldn’t last long.

Her grip on your thigh gets tighter, her mouth quickens her tongue dancing across your clit so perfect and planned. If you looked at her for too long, how her hand wrapped around your thigh, how she was on her knees for you, your knees weaken.

She caught on to your tightly shut eyes in concentration making sure not to miss a single flick of her tongue, she made it impossible to not look at her.

She looked up at you and pulled her mouth away, replacing it with a hand drawing slow and gentle circles on your clit, torture. “You’re gonna watch me eat your perfect fucking pussy or I won’t eat it at all.” She says to you, no she demands you.

You nod quickly. “Please, I will.” You beg her, your hips bucking at her slow fingers. “Good, good girl.” She says and leans back in, but this time it was different. It’s almost like that knowing you were watching her pulled something feral out of her because she fucking ate you up.

Her mouth attacked you like it was craving you for years, it was aggressive but not sloppy, it almost had more precision than before. You feel your knees weaken, you almost couldn’t stand. “F- fuck Abs I can’t ‘m gonna-.” You stuttered out to her and before you could finish your sentence she had dropped your thigh and stood up.

“Not yet darling.” She said towering over you, she grabs your chin and kisses you, you can taste yourself binded with her spit, your legs felt like they had melted long ago.

She pulls away, her hand wrapping around your throat keeping you in place, she looks at you as she slips her fingers inside you. Your walls clenching around them, she moves them gently then connects her lips with yours.

You push your tongue into her mouth, she groans into your mouth. Her hand on your neck tightens, making you feel lighter, her fingers speeding up, with force and intention the tips curling to your favourite spot to be abused. Her kisses are just as aggressive as her hands, your teeth banging with urgency and need.

You feel your walls begin to pulse, she pulls away from you to watch you come undone all over her. She nods at you as you whimper her name. “Just like that, such a beautiful little thing.” She says with a smirk as she attacks your gummy walls with a thrust of her fingers one last time.

She pulls out, her hand loosening from around your neck, you stare at her freckled face as you come down from your high.

She smiles at you, giving you a kiss and wiping a wet strand of hair out of your face, she holds your jaw for a moment just stroking your cheek with her thumb. She could be so sweet then be so aggressive in only ways you want her to be.

“You okay?” She asks, in a genuine tone. You nod with a smile, she smirks back. “Definitely more than okay.” You say wrapping your arms around her. “Ready to get out?” You tilt your head, did she just ask you to leave? “..of the shower darling.” She laughs, you almost laugh with her.

She wraps you in a towel, and sits you on her bed to wait for clothes, you didn’t want clothes around her. You wanted her to stare at every inch of your body 24/7 and personally you think she’d like it.

“Do you want pants or-“ she asks you and you shake your head, there was no need. You get dressed in a hoodie of hers and watch her slip on a t-shirt that was loose on her for once, made her look cute.

After you both got dressed she led you out the living room giving you a kiss and sitting next to you on the couch. She looks over at the kitchen then to you. “I’m going to make breakfast okay? You hungry?” She asks.

You smile at her. “Always.”

A/n: sorry i havent posted in so long why is writing fluff SO HARD i wanna post part three to my college abby

#rottenblur #the last of us #tlou hbo #abby anderson x reader #tlou #tlou fanfiction #tlou fic #abby anderson #abby anderson smut #abby anderson x female reader #abby x you #the last of us abby #abby the last of us #abby tlou #tlou abby #abby smut #abby x reader #abby x masc!reader #abby x y/n #abby x fem!reader #abby anderson x y/n #abby anderson x you #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson fanfic #abby anderson tlou2 #abby anderson the last of us 2 #abby fanfiction #abby #tlou smut #tlou2

[writingoddess1125]

Pot calling the Kettle Black

Mihawk x Reader + Alucare OOC

Just some domestic Fluff stuff and light violence.

Saw someone requested this! But when I went to answer the answer got deleted cause my laptop overheated and shut off ;-; I'm so sorry! (If you were the person please DM me I do apologize)

Anyway Enjoy!!

"For goodness sake" You sigh as you watch the comb snap from your sons hair. Tossing the ruined item to the side to later be thrown away.

You sat there trying to brush through Alucare's thick hair. It seemed the salty air had decided to reek havoc on his dark locs and render them a crusty tangled mess.

"This is humilating-" He grumbled sitting on the floor of the cabin you and Mihawk shared, Wincing everytime you ran the now 4th comb through his hair and encountered a knot.

"Sorry honey but you're too tall for me when you sit in the chair" You admit, needing the upper angle in order to even attempt to manage his hair.

You rinced his hair in more fresh water but it seemed no matter how much you used it was not helping in softening the hardened locs.

Yanking more on his hair which earn another pained grunt in discomfort from the boy- Both of you not noticing the door opening as Mihawk watched calmly from the doorway lf the cabin.

"Struggling?" He finally spoke, revealing himself to the both of you as you pulled the comb from Alucare's hair.

"Yes, His hair is so dry was the sea air that it's a wavy mess" You say gesturing to his locks with a defeated sigh. Alucare glancing back at his father who seemed amused by the sight, Mihawk walking into the room fully and taking the comb from you as well as reaching into the bag he personally carried and grabbing a jar.

"I'll help, Come" He said calmly and gestured to the chair in the room. Alucare turned his nose to this but sighed in defeat as he stood up and sat in the chair. Mihawk going behind him and taking the hair product he used began to comb it through his hair- Softening it enough to take out the knots.

You looked on in surprise at the two- It was a very cute father son moment in your eyes as you watched Mihawk with care detailed his sons hair.

"The salt from the sea will dry out your hair and stick to you. Add more conditioner" He grumbled, Alucare nodding at this as Mihawk with gentle hands detailed the boys hair.

"Why bother keeping your hair so long to begin with?-" Mihawk asked, raising a brow noting that when continuing it was just past the center of his back. Far too long for his taste.

"Cause when it was shorter I got mistaken for you and almost scared a Marine half to death" He said calmly, Mihawk freezing in his actions before he cracked a small smirk and continued his task at hand.

"I see" He said calmly continuing the task at hand. However was forced to stop just halfway through and pulled Alucares hair back in a low ponytail for the time being.

"Out of product.. We will be stopping in a village soon for your mother to stretch her legs- we will gather more hair product for you" he said calmly as Alucare stood from the chair and gave a short thanks.

Standing in the little general store Mihawk turned his head to see Alucare speaking with a girl- A pretty girl. How her cheeks were red and she was clearly swoon- Alucare also flirting back with a charmed smile on his face, he knew that look well.

It wasn't long till the three of you (four on the way) made it to a tiny village to get some supplies for the journey. Deciding a small store near the docks would have the hair supplies for the teen.

The young girl played with a lock of her dark brown hair, her ebony sparkling as Alucare clearly wooed her and she gave a shy nod. Earning a smile from his son and he nodded walking back towards you two- Noting that Mihawk had clearly noticed.

"Mother, they are having a summer festival in a few days, Would you like to attend?" Alucare asked, seeing how your face lit up at the idea. Chattering excitedly at wishing to do this as Mihawk stared at his spawn- Clever.

"What do you saw Mihawk? Wanna stay for the festival?" You ask softly, he looked in your eyes and knew he wouldn't refuse you. So he gave a soft nod to you. Alucare smirked at this as he clearly got what he had wanted- Grabbing the hair stuff he needed quickly he smirked. The Warlord hummed, knowing damn well what was to come soon.

In less then 5 hours his son was off running around with this girl- Mihawk saw how this girl and Alucare ran around the island together clearly he had wooed her a bit too well. Knowing that his son was plotting to win her heart and win something else before departing- The adventurous feeling of the sea clearly infecting him with wonder and interest. He had done the same, it came with being out on sea.

The day of the festival Mihawk was excited for all the wrong reason- Sure he was happy to get to spend the festive day with you but really he wanted to see the blow up that was about to happen-

A stolen kiss and a blushing of a innocent girl had Alucare confidence up and bolstered, even if he knew it may be cruel to do. On the second night Alucare snuck onto the ship, not expecting Mihawk to still be awake waiting for him as he cleaned his blade.

"You lied to her I take it?-" Mihawk asked, Already knowing the answer to the question. Alucare nodding silently-

"Her heart is going to be broken when she finds our you're leaving" He said calmly and met his sons gaze.

"That's why I won't tell her. Goodnight" He said shortly and headed to his Cabin on the ship. Mihawk shaking his head at this- Not under his watch.

Was this his live soap opera? Hell yes it was.

"Ready to head out back to sea Alucare? We need to leave by morning. Who is your friend here?" Mihawk said quite louder then his normal tone, purposely making sure the girl heard every word he said.

Once at the festival Alucare separated from you both rather quickly, most likely to enjoy himself elsewhere with the girl. Leaving the two of you alone to enjoy one another. The dancing, the food and even the drink had been fantastic. Seeing you dance and dress up for the lovely festivities had been worth every Berry he spent, the pretty festival clothes complimented you well and he couldn't help but keep his hands on you.

Truthfully having spent the day with you he had forgotten the whole ordeal with Alucare. Till he son his son running up a scenic hill for the firework show.

Staying for the fireworks with you he silently plotted what he would do. Knowing they would probably still be on that scenic hill once over- You were also pretty tuckered out and he didn't want to stress you or the baby. Getting you back to the ship to rest after the fireworks Mihawk set in his plan and went back out to the festive grounds to find his son and burst his little bubble.

"Ah there you are my Son" Mihawk said calmly as he walked towards the kissing teen couple- the two pulling away as Alucare eyes were as wide as saucers at being caught.

"Wait you're leaving?- You're family didn't move here?" She asked sharply, Alucare sending a murderous glare at his father. Not expecting the old man to not only catch him but also absolutely call him out on his bullshit.

"Seems so" He said nonchalantly, clearly trying to play it cool for being caught so bluntly. "It seems some things have changed so I will be leaving"

"You lied to me!" She hissed angrily, clenching her fist.

"I did-" He said calmly which made her angrier.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she fumed, Alucare stepping back as he tried to clearly step out of the emotional situation. However neither Mihawk nor Alucare expected what happened next- In a second she pulled back and pushing cheddar him square against the jaw with a bone bending strength.

Alucare stumbled back so hard Mihawk had to catch him and both their eyes were wide at such a hard punch from the little lady. Her eyes narrowed at both of them in anger and Mihawk had a wave of deja vu.

"I will not forget this Asshole!" She yelled, huffing as she stormed away angrily down the scenic hillside back to the village.

Mihawk standing Alucare up fully as both of them seemed a bit dazed. The two Dracule men walking back to the ship where you were waiting for them.

As Alucare boarded the ship he glanced to the side seeing his father with a amused gleam in his eyes as he waited for him to board.

"Was it fun heartbreaker?" He teased, earning a glare from the teenager as he grumbled and went on the ship. Ignoring the ache from his cheek which was sure to be blue and purple by the days end.

"Oh shut it-" Alucare grumbled as Mihawk gave a noise which was as close to a chuckle he got. Before the family retired to bed.

Once out to sea you had prepared your small family a meal and all seated in the ships small breakfast you scolded you son and gave him a ice pack for his swollen cheek.

"That was very unkind Alucare, I raised you better then that" You warn and he sighs at this, Accepting the verbal lashing he was getting from you.

"By the way- What was that poor girl's full name? You are going to send a apology to her" You tell him, still disappointed in your son for stealing that girls first kiss and lying to her.

Alucare paused his eating for a moment, thinking back "Beckman.. Lyra Beckman I believe-"

There was a mild choking noise from the older man, Mihawk sighed heavily at this as he rubbed his temple... Of fucking course it was...

#x reader #one peice x reader #one piece #one peice live action #one piece mihawk #hawkeye mihawk #mihawk x reader

[littlejuicebox]

Little interruptions.

Summary: Parenting has its downsides. This is a drabble exploring that little slice of life no parent enjoys. Just a random bit stuck in my head today. Nothing special lol.

Tags/warnings: interrupted smut, parenting, not edited

Word count: 878

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Soft dots of rain pitter-patter across the rooftop of the Ancunin estate. The children are asleep in their rooms down the hall, thoroughly exhausted after a long summer day of archery practice in the backyard. Evander had proven to be a surprisingly excellent shot for a four-year-old with a child’s practice bow; he held all the talent of a natural marksman and required little direction from Astarion.

The other two Ancunin boys had done well, though Finnick required significant curtailing to focus on the task – archery is not his preferred weaponry, he was much more interested in swords. Gale had been, as always, above average though uninterested in such pursuits.

A rumble of thunder overhead, right above the estate, greets the only two Ancunins still awake in the candlelit mansion. They pay no mind to the storm outside, for they are far too busy wrapped in one another’s arms.

Tav emits a delighted giggle as Astarion pulls away from their lazy, languid kiss and begins to lick a slow, winding trail down her body. His bare chest drags against hers on the way to his destination, and he briefly stops to suck a nipple in between his teeth. He nips just hard enough to pull a gasp from his wife before chuckling playfully and moving lower, lower, lower, until he’s hovering just above her mound. The scent of her arousal is intoxicating. She’s barren, completely exposed for him to admire. Her nightdress had been hiked up above her breasts long ago.

“And what do we have here, darling?” Astarion asks, as his fingers come to spread her slick folds. “A present for me?”

He’s about to press his tongue against that sensitive nub of nerves when the doorknob to their bedroom jiggles. There is no time to think. Astarion and Tav move quick as lightning; she yanks her nightdress down while he launches himself up and over to his side of the bed. The door swings open. They were narrowly fast enough to avoid mentally scarring the child standing in the dimly lit doorway.

“Gale, dear, what is it?” Tav asks, her head cocking to the side as she examines the worried expression on her eldest. Two more, slightly smaller figures appear behind him, each holding a stuffed dragon.

“The thunder woke us all up,” Gale explains with a frown. His voice sounds so small. “It was so loud, mama. Evan and Finn came into my room and then we all came here. Apple is hiding under my bed and she won’t come out.”

Astarion, eager to quell the concerns of his children and resume his prior adult activities nods and then says, “Yes, well, how about we get everyone back to their rooms—“

Lightning snaps like a whip through the sky, causing the twins to shout in surprise and hide their faces in their hands. Gale’s shoulders come up to either side of his perfectly pointed ears; his eyes are wide, green pools of concern. Tav turns her head to look at her husband, and he emits a slow, belabored sigh in response to her gaze. He knows where this is going.

“Fine, you three, come here.” Astarion grumpily beckons with a wave of his hand. The three boys quickly climb onto the bed and wedge themselves between their parents.

Tav pulls the blankets over the entire family, wrapping their children in a warm, down feather filled cocoon. Another rumble of thunder overhead causes all three Ancunin boys to tremble.

“You three are safe here,” Tav coos, fingers coming to lightly stroke against each of her children’s cheeks, one at a time. “Papa and I will take care of you.”

Astarion nods and hums in agreement as he begins to reluctantly settle himself into bed. This was not the night he’d been eagerly envisioning after a day of stolen glances between him and his wife. But the boys follow his lead and soon the entire family is locked in a snuggle pile. Tav begins to hum an old Elvish lullaby and the children drift off into reverie, a symphony of soft snores signaling their sleep.

Astarion is on his side and has one of the twins curled against his chest, his hand stroking a head of soft brunette locks. The other twin is facing the opposite way and clinging to his older brother; Gale is reciprocating the embrace, his chin resting on his brother’s head.

“Suppose we will have to pick up our activities where we left off tomorrow, my love,” Tav finally murmurs as she extinguishes the lights in the room with a flick of her hand.

“What activities, mama?” Gale asks with a yawn.

The two parents exchange wild-eyed glances from across the bed. Astarion panics and says the first thing that comes to mind. “Exercise, Gale. We were just about to exercise.”

“Oh…” the eldest Ancunin responds and with another yawn he slips into slumber with his brothers.

Tav and Astarion share a soft sigh of relief and then tuck themselves into bed with whispered goodnights to one another. Just before he slips into reverie, Astarion thinks that he and Tav will have to exercise twice as hard tomorrow to make up for tonight.

What a noble sacrifice on his children’s behalf.

#astarion fanfic #astarion x tav #astarion x f!tav #astarion x female tav #astarion smut #smut #astarion x female oc #dadstarion fic #dadstarion #papastarion

[canthelpit0]

Enemies (With Benefits) PT3

Pairing: Cold!Chris x Reader

Word count: 3.9k +

Summary: Chris and reader have always been enemies ever since they’ve known each other. neither knew why they had this burning feeling in their gut. So one day they decide to fuck it out. Until, eventually doing it regularly

Warnings: language, smut, mentions of weed, (implied) RichKid!Reader, jealous!Chris, pet names (cherry), choking, humiliation, heavy degradation, sub!Chris, dom!Reader, I think that’s all.

(A/N: I got this idea from this request. Tysm for the idea & inspiration. Hope this is good.)

PT1 PT2 PT3 PT4 FINAL

I haven’t talked to Chris ever since that party.

wich wouldn’t be too shocking, since we hate each other. but I’ve been ignoring him fully. I wasn’t even responding to his mocking or arguing with him.. just…

The entire situation of us, two people who hate each other so much, and have for so long, hooking up, is extremely toxic.

And I’m self aware, I know that.

It just never bothered me before... But he was treating me like shit. And I’m done with it.

It’s been a week now, and I don’t think he cares that much honestly. At first he went on like normal making witty remarks trying to start arguments and disagreements, but since I didn’t respond he started to do it less and less.

It feels so refreshing not to have a headache everyday.

Only con is, that we share most classes. So i have to see his face all the time. Tho I just ignore him.

At first I saw him walking a round with charlotte, and honestly I don’t know why she is still talking to him after almost hooking up.

I don’t know what he was trying to achieve with that. But if the point was to make me jealous he is so bad at it.

I’ve been talking to Ethan a lot though.

And like I thought, he’s a nice guy, and he always shares his weed.

Even though I have enough friends, most of them are ‘lunchbox friends’. Well except for Matt and Nick, but I can’t really talk to them often considering I’m trying to avoid their brother.

I feel like most of my friends are fake. Wich they are.

We’ll talk and have fun in school, but if I walk past them at the mall they will act like they’ve never seen me in their entire life.

Ethan though. Ethan is nice. His skater friends not so much. Well I guess they’re just critical. After all I’m not any type of alternative at all, and I frankly, don’t know how to skate.

But at least they respect me. Probably because I’m wealthy but ih well.

Ethan and I haven’t done anything.

Other than kiss.

I walk out of history class, a class I share with Ethan. We walk down the hallway side to side.

When we get to my locker- wich is only two away from Chris’ -I unlock it to put my books in it.

All this time Ethan had been complaining about how his next class would be math and whatnot. I had noticed that Ethan was skipping less and less classes now. I never realized how many classes we shared because he was always skipping. But now he wasn’t. And the lack of tobacco in his system was making him itchy and I could tell.

Once you got to know him he actually got quite talkative.

I look over my shoulder to look at Ethan but see Chris in the corner of my eye.

Chris…

Chris.

Without thinking I grab the collar of Ethan’s sweatshirt roughly crashing my lips onto his.

Ethan, having not expected it, doesn’t do anything for a moment, before he kisses back.

Pushing me against the lockers behind me roughly. His tongue finds its way into my mouth as we start to make out.

In the middle of the hall.

My arms wrap around his neck holding him close.

He was kissing me like i was the only source of oxygen. And it felt good. I could tell he liked kissing me, and he wasn’t bad at it.

“Gonna suck face in the hallways now too?”

I pull away slightly. My breath was coming out in short and harsh pants.

I ignore the voice. Chris’ voice.

…Chris

Instead I stare back into Ethan’s eyes. I try to focus on the way his hands feel on my waist as he holds me against the lockers.

His grip isn’t too tight, but it was firm. His forehead pressed against mine as I stare back into his dark eyes.

“Disgusting.”

I look over at him at the disgusted tone. I scoff. My eyes lock onto Chris’ and it feels like electricity shoots up my spine.

Ethan looks a lot like Chris, but he doesn’t have the blue eyes.

The blue eyes that I-

I pause all the thoughts leaving my brain as I hear Chris let out an irritated huff.

And suddenly the feeling of Ethan’s hands on my clothed skin feels too hot. Even tho he unironically resembles Chris a lot, he isn’t Chris.

And god when did my standard become: Chris.

I tare my eyes away from Chris’ gaze. My eyes locking back onto Ethan’s dark eyes.

While Chris’ seem cold and icy, Ethan’s are warm and welcoming. But I don’t want to be welcome and the warmth seems too hot.

It feels like going out in a hoodie on the hottest summer day.

-suffocating

“Fuck off Chris. You’re not any better”

I say to Chris, while staring back at Ethan. But before I can hear Chris reply the bell rings.

I let out a breath. Out of the corner of my eyes I see Chris slam his locker harshly and leave. And once he does I leave a peck on Ethan’s lips.

I slide out of his grip chuckling.

“Imma go now pretty boy, I’ll see you later” I smile at Ethan.

I quickly take out my stuff for my English class and speed walk past him.

★ ★

I’m late to my class but I can’t help but not care.

I share this class with none of them.

Not Ethan, not Chris, not charlotte.

Wich was a relief. Because I don’t know what that was. Ethan has never done anything to make me feel uncomfortable.

Chris had.

So why am I comparing them.

Why do I feel like the lack of just simple bickering with Chris is giving me withdrawal? Why does his glare burn through my soul? Why does it feel wrong being near Ethan when Chris was there? And why the tell did it feel like Ethan’s touch burned?

Why did I want Ethan to be Chris?

Well no let me rephrase that.

Why did I want Chris to be nice to me.

He’s always been rude and mean. I knew what I was getting into. And I liked it, and it felt great. So why am I missing the attitude.

Am I that much of an attention whore?

My eyes trail around the room. I take in the whiteboard none of the words written on it register in my head. I look over the students, mostly only seeing the back of their heads, since I sat all the way in the back

I’ve never felt so loved, alone and hated at the same time.

I know Ethen likes me, and it feels like I’m using him for escapism. To distract myself. I’m leading him on..

I feel so alone. Literally the only people I would usually tell, are the brothers of the problem.

And I’ve felt hatred so intense from Chris. And I know he hates me, and I know that’ll never change

★ ★

He days seem to pass so fast, yet so slow. And at this point I don’t know what I’m doing.

I stick to Ethan. Sometimes I’ll make out with him other times I’ll just stay close to him. Especially when Chris is around.

And I can see that he is getting more and more pissed off.

I’ve been wearing more revealing clothes. Atleast as revealing as it can get with the dress code and all. Mocking the fact that Chris can’t do anything about it.

I was hanging out at home. Alone since my siblings were once again at a sleepover. It wasn’t like they were always at one. And I feel like they’re too young to party and I trust them.

I trust that they aren’t lying to me.

Anyway, since they’re only one year apart they share some friends. So they both went to a sleepover birthday party from one of them.

I’m sitting on the couch, for once enjoying the pice and quiet. I have a movie playing, but I’m drowning more in my own thoughts than watching the movie.

I pause when I suddenly hear the doorbell ring.

I think that maybe it could be my siblings? No neither can drive yet.

Maybe it’s a package. Did I order something? But no it’s midnight they wouldn’t still be delivering orders at midnight..

I get up anyway trading over to the door.

I mean if it’s a killer and I go out this way…. Oh well.

My eyes meet Chris’ as soon as I open the door.

I go to slam the door in his face, but he catches it roughly throwing it open.

“Cherry, please” he huffs. He walks in his sharp eyes trained on me. Chris closes the front door behind him.

“Chris get out” I sigh. I purse my lips glaring right back at him.

If he stays i don’t know for how much longer I can control myself. I feel like I’m having withdrawal symptoms. I miss the way he hates me.

“Cherry, listen” he snaps slightly. I raise an eye cockily. I shift on my feet and cross my arms. My glare doesn’t let up.

But Chris is looking at me different. He doesn’t glare, he looks at me with… desperation?

“What?” I snap back harshly.

“Cherry, please? Literally give me anything?”

Oh, so he is as desperate as he looks.

“Give you what?” I play dumb. My arms stay crossed. I keep looking back at him, his pathetic state only serving to piss me off more.

He can’t even drive, how the fuck did he get here. Nobody knows were fucking so he probably didn’t ask Matt. But Ubers are expensive at this time.

“You know what I mean. Cherry, I’ll literally get on my knees right now and beg.” He says that slightly jokingly. He doesn’t actually think he’ll have to go that far, but if he needs to he will.

“So, get on your knees than, Chris” I mock back, thinking that he wouldn’t actually do it.

But before I can blink he’s going down on his knees right in front of me.

I raise my eyebrow staring down at him.

He dramatically puts his hands together making a begging motion. “Please, please, please cherry??”

I look down at him. He looks so cute when his eyes don’t look like they want to bore through me.

He actually looks desperate and needy right now.

I know I said I wouldn’t hook up with him, and I’ve been doing good at ignoring him for almost a whole month. But god he looks so cute, so… god

I thread my fingers through his messy long hair. His wavy brown hair. And I suddenly pull him up. He winces at the harsh treatment, but he lowkey deserves it for being an ass.

I hate how he stands just a little bit taller next to me.

I crash my lips on his and it feels like fire works go off. I’ve kissed Ethan so many times these past few weeks but it never felt this good.

My arms wrap around his neck. My fingers play with the hair at the nape of his neck. Chris’ hands instinctively go to my waist. He holds me flush against him and I feel so comfortable under his touch.

I pull off of the kiss scoffing. My hand wraps around his neck harshly. I pull him down to my eye level while slightly choking him, and he just lets me.

“Hm? Did you not get your dick sucked by someone else?” I mock him, my tone is harsh and condescending.

“Did she not do it as good as I did?”

“Don’t flatter yourself” he grumbles under his breath. He has the audacity to roll his eyes at me.

My grip on his neck tightens and he lets out a sharp breath, one that almost sounds like a moan.

“And yet you still came to my house, got on your knees and begged for me?”

He falls silent at the harsh words. He purses his lip staring back at me with what looks like shame in his eyes.

I move him harshly, changing the place where we stand so I’m close to the door. I harshly squeeze his neck before letting go.

“Go to the living room, I’ll be right there” I nod to the living room behind him. Chris eagerly nods before going to the living room.

I sprint up the stairs and with in a minute I’m back again.

“You’re so fucking pathetic you know that?” I glare at him while towering over his sitting figure.

I go to slowly straddle his lap. His back is pressed against the back of the couch. He looks up at me with ever so pleading eyes. Looking at me like he was desperate, wich he was.

“Such a pathetic bitch. Going to your enemies house and begging to be fucked” I say harshly. My grip goes back to his neck as I choke him slightly. Not enough to actually choke him, but enough to make him lightheaded.

“Sorry, sorry” he closes his eyes for a moment before opening them again.

His eyes meet mine and he looks purely submissive now. It’s funny to me how he is so needy. Maybe I need to ignore him and make him submissive more often, because I like this sight.

I pull him closer by his neck kissing him again. His hands ghost over my sides not daring to actually touch.

I pull away abruptly, listening to his whine.

“Undress.” I says simply standing in front of him.

While I watch him undress I turn off the TV fully. The movie had been paused, but I hadn’t paid attention to it anyway.

He does as I say. He slips off all of his clothing. He’s left fully nude in front of me for me to look at.

He squirms under my harsh gaze. But he is turned on. It’s obvious by his rock hard dick. It’s already red and swollen, leaking pre cum, looking for some release.

I pull out the vibrator from my pj pants pockets. I had gotten it from upstairs. Chris never let me use it on him, unless he was being really submissive.

And since he was, I might as well have fun.

I press it to his tip gently, not turning it on anything yet. I look back at him. I capture his mouth in a kiss. And then turn the vibrator on. He actually flinches at the sudden stimulation.

The kiss is messy, mainly because Chris can’t focus. But The vibrator is literally on the lowest level.

I pull away from the kiss listening to Chris whines and moans. He keeps his hands at his sides. He knows better than to try to get it away. But he looks like he’s itching to just push it away, overwhelmed by the amount of pleasure.

“You look so stupid right now” I chuckle.

I put the vibrator on the secound lowest level. But that alone is high enough for Chris to physically hold himself back from flinching. His moans and whines turn into breathless whimpers.

“Answer.” I scoff. And before I knew it I slap him across the face harshly. The clap echos through the room.

I was letting my pent up enger out, but Chris was enjoying it. As soon as I slap him, his mouth falls open in a silent moan.

Chris didn’t seem like the type. But he had a raging degradation kink.

The sting of the slap traveled right to his dick. His length was twitching in my hand. He was sinking further and further into the couch. He was enjoying this.

“I know-“ he breathes out. But I cut him off by turning the vibrator on higher.

His body practically jolts forward in pleasure. He tries not to come right then and there.

His hand grabs my wrist, the one that was holding the vibrator. “I’m close-“

“I don’t care Chris. If you come now you’ll have to go through the rest overstimulated.” I shrug. Then I abruptly turn the vibrator to its highest setting

He tries to curl his body in on himself but I push him back. And within seconds hes coming all over himself.

I keep the vibrator situated on his tip. I watch how he stays rock hard. His dick starts twitching as his whines get louder and needier.

He weekly pushes my hand off. But after A moment I take it off fully.

While he heaves for breath, I start to undress. I straddle him. When he feels me sink down on his tip his hands go to my waist out of instinct.

I sigh at the feeling. We haven’t fucked in what feels like ages. The stretch hurts. But still I purposefully clench around him to make it even tighter.

His eyes are clenched shut. He’s a moaning mess.

“Chris open your fucking eyes” I slap him again. His eyes flutter open.

“You look so cute all submissive” I taunt. I’m only half way down and I’m struggling. But he doesn’t need to know.

Before he can whine in answer I ram myself down. I wince at the feeling. But Chris’ moans are louder.

I start to gently bounce on him. But he is growing overstimulated quick.

I keep on doing that, my glare focused on Chris. Chris’ eyes shut tightly for a moment. He breaths harshly.

His eye meet mine again. He looks purely submissive. His head tilted down slightly, mouth slightly agape.

“Handsome boy, all needy to get fucked like this hm?” I wait for him to answer but he just whines and moans in response to my movements.

“Can you talk baby?” I ask, huffing. I grab his face, slightly squishing his cheek together with one hand. “Hm? You like getting fucked like this?”

He gasps when I speed up the pace. He blinks a few times, halfheartedly throwing back his head.

Another slap echos through the living room. His head is turned to the side his eyes wide. His mouth is agape as he tries to hold it together. “I told you to fucking talk Chris”

One of his hands goes to his cheek. He grits his teeth trying to formulate words.

But before he can, my hand goes to his neck gently squeezing as I start to ride him harder.

“So good- fuck-“ he breaths out harshly.

His eyes are half lidded. The rough treatment only serves to turn him on even more.

“Yeah, you like that?” I scoff. My hand snakes from his throat to his neck. I pull him in for a sloppy kiss. He can barely focus on anything, every sense in him overwhelmed.

I pull away from the kiss. My hands both move to his shoulders, To use as leverage to ride him harder.

Chris throws back his head, his eyes shutting. He only gets increasingly louder. My movements get harsher and more relentless.

I take one of his hands from my waits and position it at my clit. “Rub it” I demand. And as soon as I do he starts to rub it vigorously.

I clench around him, feeling my release wash over me. Chris’ hand on my hip gets harsher and harsher. I keep moving though, until I feel him twitch.

I quickly pull off an hover over him.

I sit down on his thighs, then start to jerk him off harshly. I put the vibrator back to his tip and turn it on.

Chris’ body harshly jerks forward. I put a hand on his chest and push him back.

And within a few seconds Chris is coming all over himself again.

We both pant as I stare at him. I keep sitting on his thighs as I watch him for a moment.

I lean down and leave a peck on his forehead. I pull him into me. My arms wrap around his neck, putting his face into the crook of my neck.

I pull away from him and slowly get up off of him. I pull on my panties, and pj pants again. As well as my top. Quickly getting dressed again.

I really don’t want to, but he needs to go. As much as I missed him, I made it a point to not hook up with him.

And now that I have, I might as well treat him like he treats me.

“You have to leave.”

He pause looking at me questioningly, It’s like he hadn’t expected me to tell him that. Like he expected us to just hang out and cuddle or something.

Which is not going to happen.

“What?” He questions, his tone sounding blunt, almost harsh.

“Christopher, I want you to leave” I say more sternly. I overpronounce every word to make sure his stupid brain understands it.

“Why” he scoffs frustrated. He stares at me like I’m crazy. Like I’m crazy for telling him to leave when leaving is literally all he ever does.

“Christoper.” I grit out my tone more harsh and serious.

I can’t help the loud scoff that I let out. I walk to the nearest bathroom. I grab a towel halfheartedly dampening it.

I walk back to the living room, where Chris sits mildly stunned. I throw the damp towel on him watching as he awkwardly cleans himself.

“What’s up with you” he sasses me. His gaze is judging.

“I hate you, Chris. I always will.” My words are harsh. And the more I talk the more I can see him narrow his eyes at me in anger, growing more upset by the second.

“Just because we fuck, doesn’t mean I like you. You’re a shitty person.” I take in a deep breath. I feel like I could say worse than that.

“I hate you, and you should leave.” I purse my lips. I watch his expression shift. His jaw clenches, and I can see that he looks like he is about to blow up on me.

The withdrawal symptoms of not fucking me were too much, but now he feels the rage. He remembers why he hated me so much. I can literally feel the hatred and anger radiating off of him.

His already sharp jawline only seems accentuated by the way he clenches it. He swallows his Adam’s apple bobbing.

Chris’ eyes narrow at me, but he just gets up and puts his clothes back on. He looked furious.

I hate him, so why would I let him stay, why would I forgive him. He got the Sex he wanted, so why was he so pissy about leaving?

Now fully dressed he walks closer to me, not touching me.

“What’s wrong with you?” He scoffs. His mood was now definitely sour.

“That’s how you always treat me Chris. Now leave” I snap back at him, getting just as angry as him.

“Okay cherry, have it that way” he gives me a halfhearted sarcastic nod. He then brushes past me to the door, opening it, before a loud slam echoes through the house.

I had sworn to not hook up with him anymore. And if I did that I’d treat him like he treats me. But why do I feel so shitty now?

Can’t a girl have sex and then he all giddy and want to cuddle?

Yes but Chris’ presence irks me. It’s disgusting. He is disgusting.

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[billskeis]

HEASIAIZIA HAI

CAN YOU MAKE LIKE BILL BEING A POLICE OFFICER AND THE READER DOING SOME STUFF THAT COULD GET HER IN JAIL BUT LIKE ok LISTEN she does the "everybody knows that im a good girl officer" thing (song by Lana del rey playing dangerous) and he lets her go but like the next day they meet again and go on a date and HOOKUP but he punishes her for doing that stuff (perhaps if it could be spraying on like stores if you get me) like punishes her not letting her release TYING HER WITH THE HANDCUFFS UGHHHHahhshshsHAJDSJS

ᡣ𐭩 police officer bill

police lights flash behind as you attempt to catch your breath in an alleyway. on the run, you’re currently hiding from the police as they’ve caught onto you and a couple of fiends vandalizing public buildings with vulgar graffitis.

as you hide your body behind a garbage chute, you kneel down to make yourself less known to the open world.

shouts boom across the street seeming as though a few of the cops have already caught onto your other friends.

bless the heavens that you weren’t caught.. yet.

“haah.. phew..! i think, i think i made it out alive!” speaking to yourself as somebody else was there.

“i don’t exactly think so, schatz.”

“oh sh—”

in your feeble escape, you try to make a run for it until a pair of arms latch onto your shoulders and push your body up against theirs.

“fuck! ow..”

“you really thought that you could get away..?”

you turn to look at the body that’s pressed up against yours. he was tall, and really pretty, actually you wondered why he didn’t just work as a model instead of being a police officer.

black locs adorned his face, with an eyebrow piercing accompanying his right, are they allowed to wear those on duty?

whatever, it makes him look hot.

“well.. i’ve been such a good girl officer.”

“my ass, you’ve been vandalizing the streets and these buildings for weeks and you know it.”

“it adds a little.. character! what can i say, this city could use a little colour to it.”

“as much as i love art, princess, what you’re doing is ILLEGAL.”

“no, what’s illegal is how hard you have this gun pressed into my backside, it hurts.”

“..?”

“um hello?? officer—”

you turn to find his name tag attached to the right side of his uniform. bill. officer bill.

“officer bill, can you at least move your gun to—i don’t know—the side more??”

“oh my sweet little thing.. that isn’t a gun.”

…

“oh.”

your eyes meet his, dark brown irises highlighted in the sunny light, his lips curled into a downward smile although his voice stern. it seems as though this police officer enjoys having you up against him.

you feel a rush of heat go to your cheeks, so you turn your body around. embarrassed, why? fuck if you’d know..

well maybe it’s the fact that the officer that currently has you captive in the back of an alleyway is not only super fucking gorgeous but he’s PACKING.

“i.. i—”

“i’m going to let you go.”

he releases his grip on you and you turn your full body to meet him once more, truly relishing in how tall and slim fit his figure is built. you have to look up at him to make eye contact.

“although under one condition,”

“and that is?”

“you go on a date with me,”

“fuck no. i’d rather be caught dead than go on a date with a police officer.”

truth be told, you did wanna go on this date, but your stubborn nature wouldn’t allow you to say yes so easily. you really wanted to test the waters and see how persistent bill was in getting that date.

“fine then, i am obligated to then turn you in.”

“waitwaitwait nevermind i’ll go on that date with you.”

fuck yourself for being this easy..

this little shit, how dare he pull the authority card on you after you had done something illegal and he do his job?? his face once emotionless now held a smirk on his lips before he slipped you a small paper.

“good girl. now stay here for a little longer, i’ll let the others know i couldn’t find you.“

“..kay, but i’m expecting a lot from you just so y’know..”

you wave him off goodbye as you see his figure disappear from away the alleyway. hearing voices chatter, you can only assume he came up with an excuse to let you off the hook in exchange for a date with you.

“oh trust me princess, i will exceed those expectations.”

“i—um..”

“use your words f’me princess,”

“how is this a date!?”

you’re currently on his bed, the tight little number that you wore is currently riding up your thighs as you clench them together.

prior to this, bill took you out to a restaurant that was AMAZING, and insisted that you go back to his house to drink a bit more.

to your naivety, bill had other intentions underlying his silver tongue words.

with your cunt hovering right above the tip of his dick, you cannot find the words to speak. how is this even possible?? how dumb could you be to sleep with a cop?? stupid stupid y/n.

with each hand on the side of your waist, the soft pads of bill’s fingertips graze over your skin sending a shiver up your spine.

“you’re leaking onto me schatzi, sure you don’t want this?”

“shut up..”

with a harsh slam, bill pulls your hips flush to his, bottoming out. you let out a surprised squeak as your walls molds to his shape.

now you’ve had sex before but not with someone this big, the stretch is something you gotta get used to.

if you were to fuck him again.

“you better watch your mouth, maus.”

“f-fuck.. a little warning would be nice, no?”

“hm, nah..”

bill uses his hands to grasp each side of your ass before lifting you up to slide you up and down his length, the stretch burning a bit but it quickly subsides as he makes you ride him.

electricity sparks from within your body and you feel your stomach starting to clench. every time he brings your butt down to touch his thigh your clit rubs his abdomen momentarily.

with your orgasm coming close, you don’t even care about the noises that fall out of your mouth. you sound like a total slut. not that bill even cares.

“i-i’m close..”

he stops.

“bill..!”

“i don’t think you deserve to come yet.”

you grind your hips in circles in an attempts to release but he brings a hand to spank your ass.

“o-ow..”

“gimme a reason to let you release, hm? you been acting up for weeks, plus the multiple warnings the force has given you just hasn’t stopped you from committing crimes has it..?”

you bite your lip in a remains of silence. no way in hell were you going to beg bill to let you come.

he wraps his arms around your waist to bring your torso closer to his, now bringing his mouth to your bare chest to lick a stripe up from in between your breasts.

a moan in approval slips out of bill’s mouth as he then brings his tongue to lick around your right nipple swirling his tongue around it.

he bites on the bud eliciting a wince out of you. your hips still on his, an achy feeling still felt in your cunt as you yearn for more.

“so? what’s it gonna be maus?”

“please..”

“please what?”

“let me come.. bill,”

“okay, but i have another condition for you.”

you cock your head to the side in confusion, wondering what he’s up to now. that is until he releases an arm off you to reach for something on the bedside table.

oh fuck no.

“you kinky shit, handcuffs?”

“it’s apart of my get-up what can i say?”

“n-no.. i’m not wearing those.”

“well then i guess you can’t cum! i can sit and wait here all night baby.”

tears begin to well from your eyes, all you want is the sweet bliss of release and the man who wanted a date with you in the first place clearly isn’t give it to you unless you put your pride aside.

well, fuck it.

you present your wrists pressed together in front of bill, looking around the room in shame. a smirk falling down on his face as he clicks the metal gadget around your limbs now connected with one another.

“good girl.”

again with no warning, bill pistons his hips up into you at a harsh and fast pace. without falter, he keeps his rhythm to which you cannot catch up to.

choking on your words, all you can do is hold onto him for stability, the pressure brought to your g spot by his tip feels amazing.

“b-bill..”

“gonna be good f’me?”

“yes..!”

your legs begin to shake and quiver as your orgasm washes down on you but bill is nowhere near done with you, never stopping his hips.

“shit, looking at how you’re sucking me in..”

“gonna cause more trouble for me and my friends?”

you’re panting so hard and your brain and legs have become so mushy only small whimpers and whines fall out of your mouth. bill clearly isn’t satisfied with your behaviour, biting into your shoulders.

“answer me.”

“ung! n-no! ‘m sorry. hic ‘m so sorry billy i won’t c-cause you anymore trouble just—hic—please slow down..!”

your cunt all sensitive and sloppy, only squelching noises can be heard in bill’s bedroom as be fucks his dick into you. body so sensitive and overstimulated you let him do you as he pleases.

he leaves sloppy kisses all over your neck and chest calling you dirty names but you can’t help but clench around him even more, milking his cock as if its asking for his seed.

your words fall onto deaf ears, clearly, as all bill does is go even faster at an inhumane pace you didn’t even know was possible.

“a-ah.. i can’t.. ‘m done, bill.. no more..”

“almost done baby, okay? just be a good girl for me and let me do the work..”

“a-ah nooo..”

it hurts. the pressure hurts. but its hurts so good.. with a final thrust, bill finally comes, releasing into your walls with his dick all nice and pressed up into your cervix.

“s-shit, coming..”

his moans are low and nasally. mouth agape and hands still on your hips with a grip so tight his nails dig into your skin leaving a trail of red marks.

your tummy feels warm and full, and bill’s thrusts in riding out his orgasm becomes all sloppy and sticky with how wet your cunt was.

you’re a hot mess, hair falling everywhere and body all sweaty. mouth lolled out as your head rest atop bill’s shoulder drool falling out.

he taps your shoulder and you raise your head to look at him, unable to open your eyes with how bill fucked the energy out of you.

“you okay maus?”

“mhm..” you nod at him as he places a sweet and gentle kiss onto your lips. all you can do is blush and smile, taking in how pretty bill is for a cop.

he shifts while still inside you, grabbing a key to unlock the handcuffs that left little marks of bruising on your wrist.

you rub your hands to smooth over the irritation. bill taking note of this swiftly grabs them and places a kiss on top of the marks. your cheeks burn red as he burn a gaze into your eyes, not looking away.

“did so damn good schatz, hope i fucked all that crime committing business outta ya.”

a/n : i hate this. i’m so sorry anon i feel like i disappointed you 😔😔😔

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[wheredafandomat]

Party girl

P2

Mob! Loki x female reader

18+ | contains smut, alcohol, unprotected shmex

You brought your glass to your lips, hips swaying a little as you felt the music reverberate through you, each sip lowering your inhibitions enough to smile at the stranger eyeing you from across the rooftop. Your gazes had met a few times now, neither of you approaching the other as the people around you continued to move intoxicated in tandem, dancing to the music. When one of your favourite songs began to play, you couldn’t help the pull of the melody leaving you throwing your shoulders back as you danced, singing along with the rest of the crowd. The scent of alcohol mixed with perfume was carried around the rooftop by the swift evening breeze, engulfing you in a feeling that could only be described as nostalgia; you were happy you came out tonight.

“It seems like he likes you.” Nat spoke, finding you in the crowd again after topping up her glass and noticing the strangers gaze on you.

“Who even is that?” You replied with a small scoff not having realised she had noticed.

“Loki.” She stated as if it was common knowledge.

“Okayy.” You answered apprehensively.

“Loki Odinson.” She clarified leaving you no closer to recognition.

“Am I supposed to know who that is?” You chuckled at her seriousness.

“One of the Odinson brothers” she began, eyes rounding “they’re notorious mobsters y/n, you’re not seriously telling me you don’t know them.” Nat stressed, eyes almost pleading with yours.

“I don’t.” You replied truthfully as she looked over your shoulder.

“Well it seems you’ve definitely caught the younger ones attention.” She smiled.

“What?”

“He’s coming over.” She continued excitedly.

“What?” You gasped again before she spun on her heels, turning away from you.

“And what pray tell are you drinking tonight?”

You quickly spun as you heard the deep, sultry voice in your ear before you were met by the man from earlier who you now knew as Loki Odinson going on what Natasha had said. She walked behind him, flashing you a thumbs up before disappearing again.

“Pornstar Martini.” You answered, your eyes staring into his emerald ones. They were even more dreamy up close. Your eyes ventured to his hand as he raised it, clicking his fingers in the air before a shorter man appeared next to him.

“The lady would like a pornstar martini.” He spoke, eyes fixed on yours.

“And for you sir?” The man answered.

“Bourbon, on the rocks.” He replied before the man dismissed himself leaving you and Loki alone again.

“You could have gone yourself.” You spoke, breaking the silence that had settled between you both.

“I could have.” He agreed.

“But you didn’t.” You stated.

“I did not,” he smirked, “keen eye.” He added, making you smile too. “I like to pride myself on my observance, meaning that I couldn’t help but notice you haven’t danced with anybody all night.”

“You’ve been watching me?” You giggled.

“I have an eye for rare beauties and my my” he started, eyes trailing over your body “you are rare.”

“Subtle.” You teased his blatant eye fucking of you. Before either of you could say anything else, your drinks arrived. You took your martini, bringing the glass to your lips as you took a sip, Loki doing the same to his drink. His eyes searched for yours over the rim of his glass, busy eyes relaxing once they met yours. You bit your lip, allowing yourself the pleasure of checking him out now, your gaze lingering on the exposed hair on his chest peaking through the two undone buttons of his shirt. He was handsome, you couldn’t deny that, all the way from the shine of his inky locs to the polish of his leather shoes. His body language exuded confidence, the arrogance of his status leaving you slightly flustered especially when you noticed his eyes mapping you again.

“So, do I at least get a name?” He questioned.

“Do I?” You bit back causing him to smile.

“You’re funny” he laughed as you narrowed your gaze in confusion “you’re serious.” He murmured, causing you to shrug “you must be from out of town.” He decided.

“Maybe.” You smiled knowing you didn’t live far from where you both were right now, definitely in town. “Give me your name and I’ll give you mine.” You bargained.

Swigging his drink again, Loki finished it before swallowing thickly.

“Loki odi—just Loki.” He answered.

“Y/n, just y/n.” You replied.

“Well just y/n, care to dance?” Loki offered, taking your hand.

“Lead the way just Loki.” You grinned.

His hands were large, that much was obvious as you felt them roaming over the contours of your body. This was a man who was used to getting exactly what he wanted and judging by how he pulled you against him, his chest firmly against your back as his hands caressed your hips, tonight, he wanted you. Drinks came in abundance, the both of you almost daring the other to make some kind of move. Eventually his lips caught up with his hands as he pressed kisses against your neck leaving you resting your head back against him as your eyes closed. One of his hands moved across from your hip to your torso before it moved slightly lower, resting over your stomach as he gently nibbled on your earlobe leaving you reeling. When his hand ventured back up, cupping your breast, the realisation that you were in public made you open your eyes quickly only to be met by Natasha who was across the rooftop giving you a thumbs up. You couldn’t help but smile.

“How about I take you on a tour of the city?” Loki suggested as you spun to face him.

“Maybe I’ve already seen the city.” You replied cheekily.

“Not from my limousine you haven’t” he winked “we’ll have a really good time.” He continued, hand stroking your side.

“I’m not looking for anything long term.” You warned, desperately wanting to ease the ache between your thighs without consequence.

“I’m not the commitment type.” He smirked. You bit your lip, about to reply before you saw Nat mouthing GO from over his shoulder.

Moments later you were kissing each other hungrily from the secluded inside of Loki’s limousine after he told his chauffeur to just drive. His ravenous lips found your neck, kissing you there roughly. His hand found your cheek, his thumb caressing it as your hand moved across his body. He was hard, extremely so, leaving you almost salivating when your hand reached the bulge in his trousers. His lips found yours again before he sucked in a sharp breath feeling your hand moving along his clothed erection. You eventually undid his button, freeing his length before bringing your hand to your mouth, breaking the kiss to lick it. Your eyes met as you lowered your now moist hand again, running it along his shaft. His eyes fell closed, head resting back against the seat as you stroked him, your hand tight around him. Your name fell from his lips in pleasured whispers making your smile grow and your heated core throb.

When you stopped, you were kissing again, Loki pulling you on to his lap. Your dress rode up your thighs as you rolled your hips against his, the lace of your thong driving Loki insane as it moved against his sensitive member. Unable to continue the teasing, you reached between you both, pulling your panties to the side as Loki guided himself towards your entrance. The both of you moaned as you lowered yourself onto him, the stretch filling you with carnal delight.

“Fuckk.” You panted, Loki’s arms wrapped around you tightly as he thrusted up into you. The limousine was quickly full of the sounds of you both satisfying each other as well as the aroma of alcohol and sex. Neither of you cared that the driver could hear, the only thing that existed in that moment was the two of you.

City lights passed you, the colours illuminating in the car as goosebumps spread across your body. Loki looked up at you, hands holding your hips firmly as he continued fucking up into you. Feeling yourself nearing your peak, you took over, stealing your pleasure as you bounced above him, your hands finding his shoulders as your eyes closed. Loki’s expression changed to one of awe as you took over, as you used him, centering yourself and your bliss. The thought left Loki almost quivering as he felt your walls tightening around him before you both came loudly.

You stayed like that for a few moments, perfectly still as Loki spent himself inside of you. Opening your eyes, you looked down at him only to notice his eyes had glazed over as he looked up at you.

“What’s the matter?” You asked amused.

“N-nothing I just—” Loki stuttered.

“What?” You smiled, cupping his cheek.

“You’re trouble.” He answered as the limousine came to a stop in traffic.

“Says you, Odinson.” You whispered in his ear leaving him shocked as you got off of him, ignoring the mixture of your arousal that was beginning to trickle out of you before opening the door and leaving.

Still taken aback, Loki hollowed his cheeks as he watched you walk away.

“You’re going to be a problem y/n” he spoke aloud, smiling to himself “a problem I’m going to enjoy dealing with.” He finished.

The following morning, you made your way into the kitchen to grab a coffee before you spotted Nat saying goodbye to the guy she had bought home last night.

“Bye Steve.” She smiled.

“Yeah, bye Steve.” You joked before he left, Natasha playfully scowling at you.

“So, how was last night for you?” She questioned before the door knocked.

“Did Steve forget his boxers or something?” You laughed, answering the door only to be met by a large bouquet of roses. You took them before reading the note inside.

Morning trouble

L

Someone care to explain why it’s summer and I’ve got an awful cold? Because everyone’s talking about the titanic etc, in my fever dream I was on it 😭 feeling a lot better now though, got through the worst of it. I apologise for any mistakes, my excuse is that I’m half dead 😘

Tags:

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#loki x reader #loki x female reader #loki fanfic #loki (marvel) #oc fiction #loki fanfiction #tom hiddelston loki #loki smut #loki x you #loki x y/n #loki au #mob au #mob loki #loki laufeyson imagine #loki laufeyson x reader #loki odinson

[satrs]

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘯! PART 2

ᥲ/ᥒ ꜝꜝ ✎ I'm rlly surprised so many ppl liked this series and I'm happy to do this part 2! Enjoyyy!^^

SYNOPSIS; random moments of the bllk men with their children!

FEATURING; NAGI SEISHIRO. MIKAGE REO. ITOSHI SAE. ISAGI YOIICHI. OLIVR AIKU.

TAGS; kids(duhhh). fluffffff. mention of marrige. pregnant reader in Reo's.

WORD COUNT; 1.6k

NAGI SEISHIRO & KOUSEI

"Sei'. Kousei. Get up, it's time." Seishiro only groaned in return as you lightly shook him awake, drifting back into sleep.

You were growing irritated with how long you've been trying to wake the both of them up because your husband happened to be a professional sleeper and unfortunately, your son inherited that from him. Finally, you pulled off the blanket of them, revealing your son curled up on his father's stomach, matching blue pajamas with pandas on them now visible.

You took a moment to admire the sight before you, your harsh expression softening for a moment before snapping back to reality. "Come on, Sei. You're acting like a big baby." You reached out to lift the toddler from Seishiro, gasping in surprise as his eyes snapped open, protectively wrapping around his son as he scanned the area for any danger. "Well, good morning to you, too."

He visibly relaxed his demeanor at the sight of your form, sleepy expression back on as he plopped back onto the sheets, arm wrapping around your son. "Blanket please. We're cold." Seishiro slurred out in a sleepy voice, one hand reaching for you and repeating a gripping motion.

You looked at him in disbelief. "You know that we have to go. Get up already." He opened one eye at that. "Where?" You giggled at his words, palming your face. "We're invited over at my friend's house, remember? She really wants to see Kousei."

His eyes closed back at that, causing you to look at him with a blank expression. "What a hassle. We can be a little late, it won't be that big of a deal. The star and his bodyguard need a bit more nap time."

Before you could snap at him, you stopped yourself as you saw your son reach his tiny arms up his father's neck, snuggling onto him tightly.

Maybe you can spare your baby boys a bit more rest.

MIKAGE REO & KANA

"Hello? Hiroko?" You giggled at Reo's antics, his ear on your stomach as the both of you laid in bed. His theory was that your baby girl should choose her name for herself. That would work like this- Reo would be 'knocking' at the door - leaning against your belly- and 'call out' for her. If she liked the name, she would make herself noticeable somehow.

"'Rich child'? You can't be serious." You asked between laughter, his serious actions just too hilarious. "Don't laugh! We won't be able to know if she likes it or not that way." Only more laughter bubbled up inside of you as you tried to lay still, body slightly jolting.

He mumbled under his breath, crossing out the name on his list. "It's ok, Reo. We don't have to come up with it on the spot, we still got some time", you said after calming down, trying to lighten his pouty expression.

There was only one more name left. He breathed out in disappointment, holding his hand against your swollen belly. "You won't like Kana either, right, little girl?" His last string of hope snapped, but as he was about to cross out the name, you stopped him, your eyes widening. "Reo, look." You lead his hand to the side of your belly, bright smile on your face as you felt a kick against it.

He looked at you in uttermost disbelief, soon being replaced by the brightest smile you had ever seen, giggling as he leaned down to talk to his daughter.

"I knew it! Kana. Kana, Kana, Kana. Was my favorite anyway." He giggled, and you soon followed, your hand gliding through his purple locs as he began to ramble all kind of nonsense to his unborn daughter, as if she was already born.

"And what if it turns out to be a boy in the end?" His eyes snapped up at your face, unreadable expression on his face. "She won't. It's a girl. Kana. Right, little one?" Another kick was visible at the other side of your belly as he rushed his hand on the spot, bright smile plastered back on his face as he looked at you.

"See? I told you."

ITOSHI SAE & LUIZA

"Daddy? When are you coming home? I miss you." Your daughter pouted into the phone at the sight of her father, him returning a loving smile. "I'll be there as soon as you wake up, darling. Until then, listen to your mother and go to bed."

"No! I want to wait for you!" Luiza eyes already began to water as you desperately tried to stop her tears from falling. "Luiza, darling. Didn't you hear what Daddy said?”, the sniffling of his four-year-old daughter hurting him at heart.

He really hated times like this - when he had to be so far away from his family for work. But he already had a plan in mind to make it up.

"Luiza, please, don't cry. I got a surprise for you when I'm home. For the both of you, actually." You both looked at each other in surprise and back at the phone, earning a chuckle from the young man. God - she really resembled you so much-from your hair all the way to her facial expressions and personality, only the eyes and color resemble him.

"What is it?" You asked, curious. "I'm not telling." You began to pout now, waiting for him to continue. "Luiza. You remember which country you were born in?" He ignored you, looking into his phone to find his daughter with squinted eyes, smile on his face once you gave her the phone back, still pouting. "Yes! Spain!" The both of you chuckled at her quick response. "That's right. So I thought, how about we all go over there for vacation once I'm back? But you need to go to bed right now, or we won't go."

That was all it took for your daughter to throw the phone onto the couch, Sae's face twisting in confusion at the shaky screen before him until you picked up the phone, an exhausted huff coming from you and joyful cheers with loud stomping heard in the distance.

"Thank you. I thought I'd never get her to bed."

ISAGI YOIICHI & SHO

"You got this ! You're almost at the goal, don't give up!" You giggled at the sight before you, your husband holding your little one-year-old child under both arms, leading him to the goal while helping him kick the ball.

“And, and”, your husband’s voice grew in excitement as the both of them reached nearer to the goal, your little son giggling away as he kicked the ball with all his might, concentrated look on his face. “Goallll!”

He lifted young Sho up high, spinning him around, earning a joyful laugh from the child. "You are him! You are the best, Sho!" The young boy barely understood anything his father was rambling about except for his name, laughing and giggling like crazy because of his father's funny expressions.

You burst out laughing at Isagi’s loud voice, walking up to join the two in their victory. “Did you see that Y/N? Our son will be just like me, no- even better!”

"Slow down. He still has to learn how to talk and walk proberally." Your words made the man huff out a pity laugh as he lifted his son in his arms, victorious smile on his face. "That's secondary. It's more important that he becomes the best-" He stopped himself at the sight of your stern glance, arms crossed over your chest.

"C'mon, baby! You should support the future number one striker from day one! The whole world will bow before Isagi Sho- the best, the most glorious, the jewel of the crown."

A slight smile twitched up your lips at Yoichi's words. "If I didn't already know that you were a striker, I would've thought you're a commentator." It was his turn to chuckle, now heading to the goal to confiscate the ball. "Alright, Sho. Once more, your talking studies can wait-"

You cleared your throat in a loud manner, his words falling silent at your judging expression.

"Yuppp, talking and walking first."

OLIVER AIKU & ALMA

"Alma. A- L- M- A. See?" Oliver tried his best to teach his five year old girl the alphabet, but it was hard to do so when she barely sparred him a glance. "Now you." His fingers tapped onto the alphabet that was laid in front of him on the table, his little daughter on his lap, playing with her toys.

He breathed out in defeat, his eyes wandering to you in the living room, enjoying your favorite TV show. "Y/NNNN. I can't do it. She doesn't even look." You looked at him and her at the dinner table, a chuckle leaving your lips as your attention turned back to the TV. "You're at it for barely five minutes, Oli'. Maybe do a word that would make her listen?"

A word that would-? Oh, yes, he knew one. He let out a villain - like laugh, his daughter looking at him in confusion. "Candy. Show me the letters and if you're correct, then-"

"No. No more sweets. She already had enough for today." She pouted at that, Oliver ushering her near him. "Mommy doesn't have to know, I'll give you some." Alma's eyebrow twitched up in question, her toys long abandoned on the floor. "But daddy, I can't spell that. It’s too long."

This caught your attention, looking over at them, sensing Oliver's panicked expression. "Shhh! Why would you-" "What did he say, Alma?" Oliver gave her a look of 'please don't tell her I'm not in the mood for trouble tonight' but Alma did just that, with a big grin on her face too, bursting out laughing once you looked at her father in a strict manner. "Oh, is that so?"

Once Alma stopped laughing, she pointed her finger at the letter 'B'.

"Busted!"

ᵃˡˡ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍˢ ᵗᵒ k-azus.°

#my work 𓆩⟡𓆪 #blue lock fluff #bllk fluff #ᴋ-ᴀᴢᴜꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴍᴀɴ! ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ.ᶻz #ʙʟᴜᴇ ʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴅᴀᴅ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ.ᶻz #blue lock #blue lock x female reader #isagi fluff #itoshi sae fluff #oliver aiku fluff #nagi fluff #reo fluff

[tinkerbelle05]

Just Loc it

Characters: Sully family x fem!reader, jake x daughter!reader, neytiri x daughter!reader, neteyam x sister!reader, tuk x sister!reader, kiri x sister!reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none :)

Translation: Sempu = Father, Sa’nok = Mother, Tsumkes = Siblings

Summary: Jake is trying (and failing) to get his childern to loc their hair. Based on personal experience.

“Gah! Kiri, not so rough,” you groaned and flinched your body away. You were fighting back a hiss and a snarl at your sister, but your pouty lips and glare sent the message clear enough.

“It is not my fault that you keep moving and fidgeting. Maybe sit still for once-“

“Kiri it’s been hours,” you said and couldn’t keep the whine out of your voice.

Kiri was currently “braiding” your hair and doing a pretty shitty job at it. You missed the delicacy and precision of your mother's hands. You missed the songs she’ll hum and the cool oil she’ll apply to your hair.

But she was out with the hunting party and Kiri insisted that she can do your hair just fine. Obviously she was overly confident in her nearly non-existent braiding skills.

“We left in the morning,” Neteyam says, “how is she still braiding your hair?”

You jumped out of your seat and ran to your Sa’nok, “Thank Eywa, your back, please re-do my hair.”

“Oh my poor child,” Neytiri cooed and reached to touch a braid.

“It is not that bad, you're just overreacting,” Kiri astonished with an eye roll.

“It's not that bad,” Neytiri agreed, “but it could use some work. It's a good first try.” She takes your hand and pulls you onto the ground where the braiding supplies were laid. “You can watch, Kiri.”

Kiri groaned but went to sit near both of you and began undoing the braids with Sa’nok. Eventually Tuk decided to join the un-braiding circle. After a while though, Tuk took a break complaining about her fingers cramping and then Kiri stopped as well because her legs started to cramp.

You envied them so much, your back was starting to ache and your neck was getting stiff too. But Sa’nok wouldn’t allow you to take break because “then nothing gets done.”

“Y‘know all of this would’ve been avoided had you locked your hair,” Sempu reminds you, handing you a bowl of berries.

“Really?” You sneered up at his smug expression but took the bowl. For the past few months, he’s been trying and failing, at getting you and your tsmukes to lock their hair like he did.

You remembered when Lo’ak was loudly complaining about his braiding being too tight and that he’ll start balding.Sempu started convincing him to loc it, and even going so far as to bribe him with a later curfew if he did.He definitely got in trouble with Sa’nok for that ploy though.

Maybe it’s a pride thing, or purely a Jake thing? You didn’t know but you had no plans to join, even if locs were looking pretty good right now.

“Jake-“ Sa’nok started but was interrupted.

“Hey,” he puts his hands up in surrender, “all I’m saying, babygirl, is that it would be so much easier if you loc your hair. Just do a retwist and detox ever couple of months, and your good. So what ya say?”

Locs were looking soo good right now but he will not break you. You lasted much longer than this.

“Sa’nok, can I stretch first and then we can get back to braiding, please?” You asked and looked up with her.

“Oh my Eywa, can I put my new beads in your hair, please?” Tuk came running up and pleading. “They would look so good on you.”

“Okay, okay fine. Go stretch and pick out some beads but 35 minutes, got it.”

Both you and Tuk nodded at her request and left but before that you gave a bright smile to Sempu slump expression. You didn’t see the sly smirk Neytiri gave Jake while she was tidying up the braiding supplies.

And you definitely didn’t hear her whisper, “Good luck with…that Jake. But as you can see, braids are far superior to locs.”

You did see Neteyam patting Sempu’s shoulder in comfort.

“So Sempu, if I loc my hair, you think I can get extra hour?” He asked with a big smile.

Sempu opened his mouth answer but was promptly shut down by the murderous expression on Sa’nok’s face.

Tags: @cupcaykes, @athenajh, @adrunkskeletonsduck, @theycallmesia, @nyababymao, @iwaslikeblah, @dontknowwhatmynameshouldbe2,

Taglist & Masterlist & Reqs Info

Reqs are open!!

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[skymoral]

Bi-Han x wife b!reader

When someone (a guest or a new member of the clan) tries to put reader in her place (threatening or grabbing her doesn’t matter what happens) because she is a women and thinks that she is a maid. But when she says that her husband is the grandmaster of the clan but doesn’t believe and see it as a insult and tries to put her in place before our SEXY husband comes and puts him in his place while their kids kick the guys ass for disrespecting their BEAUTIFUL mother. Put. Some. Respect. On. Her. Name. 😤

Baby! BABY! B A B Y!!!!!! You don’t fuck with Queen!

I kinda want to make this a threatening thing, and turn it into a fatality/brutality❤️‍🔥 BLOOD WILL BE SPILT!

🩵 FATALITY! 🩵

Bi-Han x B!F Wife Reader W/Children

Summary: The audacity to threaten Bi-Han’s wife, you are not leaving the temple A L I V E.

Tags: threat, death, fatality, protectiveness, children don’t play about they momma

A/N: I’m loving the idea already lol

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Bi-Han had an important guest coming, his name was “Wang Shu” to the Lin Kuei. A man that has offered great services, to bring greatness to the clan

His power and skill was well known, Bi-Han was in his office already busy with a pre-engagement before Wang. The children were practicing training with each other.

Wang was wondering admiring the clans home, you were taking your 8 month old son for a bath. You weren’t paying attention as you were playing with him, making him giggle.

You then bumped into someone, apologizing quickly before continuing. Till you felt a snatch on your locs, pulling at your fresh extensions.

You yelped, almost dropping your child as you were pulled back on the ground. Your grip on the baby stronger and closer to your chest.

You glared up at the person who dared to pull on your hair.

“Next time be careful where you step, I would’ve assumed the maids of the Lin Kuei would be more aware.” He looked down at you with disgust.

You looked at him like he lost his mind, standing up. “Negro I don’t know WHO YOU ARE! Or care at that matter! You must not know who you talking to. I am the grandmistress of the Lin Kuei and wife of the great Grandmaster Bi-Han!”

He just scoffed at you, he snatched your locs with a strong grip and pull. “How dare an insolent little tramp, try to deceive the great Wang Shu with lies. Someone like you must be taught a lesson, for daring to speak to me in such a manner.”

“Fuck you, Bitch!” You tried to loosen his grip, tears on the side of your eye. Because it began to hurt more, especially when it was done.

Your son started crying.

“What is the meaning of this!?”

Wang noticed Bi-Han approaching you both, he pushed hard to the side. Falling on your ass, using your free hand to hold your head.

“Mommy!” Your children ran to your side, helping you up.

“I do apologize grandmaster Bi-Han, it seems one of your maids we-“

“MAIDS! That is no maid, that is my wife!” Bi-Han glared at him, Wang’s face turned white.

You ran up to your husband hugging his arms, “I don’t know what made him do that babe, I was literally minding my business. Then he started pulling at my hair, after freshly being done now it hurts. Calling me all kinds of names and… and… HE HIT ME!”

“WHAT! Is that so?” Bi-Han looked back at Wang, who looked at you. You looked at him with a wicked smile, sticking your tongue out.

“N-Now I-I know how it sounded a-and look… B-But I swear to you… I-I didn’t m-“

“Even if she was a maid, you dare disrespect anyone of my people in the Lin Kuei… You a worthless sorcerer with no name or purpose, yet I gave you the chance to make a name for yourself by showing your worth to the Lin Kuei. A worthless insect, and had the audacity to DISRESPECT MY WIFE! And lay a finger on her HAIR!” Bi-Han, approached him with small strides making him step back everytime. The children glaring at him.

“Children! Let our guest know what happens. When they disrespect the Lin Kuei.”

“Haiiii!” One of your sons yelled, running doing a spin jump kick on his chest. Knocking the wind out of him, he feel back.

Then the other for kids threw there Kunai rope. One kid had his left arm, the other his right hand, another one his left leg, and the other his right arm. The kunai wrapping around and pierced his inner wrist.

Pulled at him, holding his body in mid-air with a tight pull. He cried in pain, One of the boys stabbed him in the eye with a Kunai and another in his chest.

The boys froze his arms and legs, Bi-Han freezing his head. Then simultaneously Bi-Han slammed his leg on his throat offing his head, and the children disloacting his limbs ripping them off. Making his torso fall.

“You will show my Wife respect!” Bi-Han announced, a warning to anyone feeling bold. You looked at the scene shocked, but they did that to themselves you thought.

As his men came to clean up the mess. He walked back to you, you were still groaning in pain. “Are you alright my love?”

“No my hair is in so much pain, and now I have a headache… And it hurts a lot babe.” You whined, he pulled you into him holding you close.

Leaning your head on his chest, as he made his hand cold. Resting it on the spot you were holding, you immediately sighed in relief relaxing yourself in his hold.

For once his coldness was useful, you laughed internally.

Tomas stepping into the hall, looking at a bunch of papers, “Brother, the guest that was supposed to be-“

Tomas froze looking at the scene of a corpse, getting cleaned up and at his brother. “Was th-“

“Our guest couldn’t make it, that was nothing but an intruder.” Bi-Han answered not looking at Tomas, Bi-Han handing him his son who was asleep now. The children went back to playing, and Bi-Han caught you off guard carrying you back to your shared room.

“I am to not be disturbed for two hours.” He slammed the door behind him.

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Tomas went back into the office with his son where Kuai Liang, was waiting for Bi-Han.

Kuai Liang looked up at him confused, standing. “Umm… Where’s Brother and why are you holding his son?”

Tomas just sighed, “I can guess what happened, but I believe to be wise if you don’t know… As for brother, meeting today’s guest was cancelled.”

A/N: You thought Bi-Han was scary, his children are just as scary if not worse! They also inherited there father’s ability💅🏾

This one was fun as well though, love the request

What your sons warrior outfits would look like

#mortal kombat #bi han sub zero #bi han mortal kombat #fem reader #reader insert #black reader #fanfic #bi han x reader #bi han fanfic #bi han mk #black fanfic writer #black family #grandmistress #bi han’s children #don’t fuck with the lin kuei

[yawneneteyam]

gorgeous (2) — magnetic fields.

— GORGEOUS, an avatar smau ( by yawneneteyam ) masterlist

*dark mode = y/n light mode = neteyam*

— gorgeous, magnetic fields !

y/n left class quicker than she usually would that day. frightened she would fall down the stairs as she skipped a step on her way outside. neteyam noticed her rush, it intrigued him. he didn't want to overstep, but he had to gage if she was interested in knowing him or not.

neteyam saw y/n sitting over at a table outside the cafe, her headphones now on and face buried in her abundance of notes. he ordered a coffee and stood to the side so it didn't look as if he sought her out in the crowd- which is completely untrue. she looked peaceful, neteyam smiled at the sight.

his coffee was soon ready, he took a second before ordering another one. y/n was focused heavily on her work, so it wasn't until he sat down that she noticed Neteyam's presence.

y/n jumped in her seat, hand to her heart. "oh my god, neteyam-" she panted, "you scared me"

he chuckled a little, "so you do remember me," neteyam slid the extra coffee cup across the table to her, "I wasn't sure how you took your coffee, so I had to guess,"

y/n couldn't help the small blush that was rising onto her cheeks. she muttered a small thank you before taking a sip. she didn't actually like coffee, but if neteyam had given it to her- she would drink it. "I'm sorry I didn't say anything to you in class, I just had no idea how to talk to you,"

"well the last time you saw me you were in a questionable state," neteyam laughed, y/n took note of his two front teeth being slightly longer than the others. adorable, she thought, like a bunny. "did you feel okay the next day?"

"I wasn't too bad," y/n shook her head with a bashful smile, one neteyam really liked, "tsireya took good care of me,"

"well, good" he nodded, "I'm glad, I would've felt bad if you were super hungover- especially because it was my brother who put you in that state,"

"lo'ak is harmless, funny guy,"

"yeah, he's alright," neteyam agreed, "tuk is the real rager, my little sister- she's eight"

"thats so sweet!" y/n cooed at the thought of neteyam being an older brother to someone so young. she knew that he was a great brother, she could tell. "are you two close?"

"oh yeah," he nodded, looking down at his coffee thinking of tuk with a smile, "she's like my best friend". neteyam pulled out his phone to show his lock screen. a mirror selfie of him and a young girl with braided hair, a few pink beads styled in.

y/n sat there with neteyam for a few more minutes, speaking about his family. her heart was beating that little bit faster hearing how much he loves and cares for his family. it was insanely attractive. neteyam could breathe and she would think it was.

"I was gonna head to the library to get some more work done," Neteyam's face fell, she was leaving, "you can come if you want?" she said slowly.

"yeah," he nodded, two of his locs moving with his head, "I'll come with you,"

— gorgeous, magnetic fields ! second part is up! having lots of fun with these ones. y/n is me whenever neteyam came on screen <3. let me know any feedback or what you want to see!!!

#•°. * gorgeous smau #avatar x reader #avatar the way of water #avatar 2 #neteyam x reader #neteyam headcanons #*࿐ neteyam #neteyam x y/n #neteyam sully #avatar smau #avatar au #avatar 2022 #avatar fanfiction #avatar twow

[rhiannswork]

i couldn’t wait any longer

spencer ᕁ reader

warnings ; spencer being a needy boy, semi voyeurism, mentions of burnout

your eyes were stuck to the tv as your hands ran through spencers brown locs. he enjoyed the feeling of your chest rising and lowering at a smooth pace. the rest of his body lay between your legs with a blanket over his long legs.

your phone rang, almost falling off the nightstand from the vibration. you saw it was your boss calling to check in on you. you had taken a two-week break due to burnout from work. you had cleared your throat before you had answered. “darlene! hey!” you spoke with a faux ‘i’m so glad you’re calling!’ tone.

“hey yn! i was just wondering how you’re doing?” she spoke, the grungey speech came from your end. “better! so much better actually… i appreciate you letting me take some time off.” you thanked her. you still toyed with spencers hair, unconsciously twirling it between your fingers.

that was spencers favorite thing that you did, whenever you’d lightly tug on his hair whenever you twirled it. little did you know, that he was already a little on edge from laying on your breasts.

“that’s so great to hear. i hate to be that person because your two weeks aren’t up yet and you can decline if you’d like, would you be willing to come back tomorrow?” you rolled your eyes as you held back a sigh. “of course i can darlene! may i ask, wha-” your train of thought had completely crashed.

you felt spencers lips on your neck, tugging at your skin ever so lightly. “what um… what’s wrong? everything alright there?” you shook your head, attempting to ignore reid which was clearly not working. “oh yes, of course, we just have some new people coming in who need to be trained. you’re the best trainer i know.” she chuckled. reid’s eyes connect with yours, you fell in love all over again… “hello? yn?”

“what? yes yes i understand.” you sighed with relief and satisfaction when spencer hit your sweet spot. you hand shot up through his hair, you gripped his hair by the scalp. you heard him moan as quietly as he possibly could. “i’d be willing to help.” you tried to gain some brain cells back to answer your boss.

“thank you so much, i would offer this to janis but you know how she is.” she joked. “i sure do.” you chuckled as spencer went lower and lifted your shirt up. he began placing kisses on your stomach as his fingers hovered ever-so-slightly above your waist, sending chills up your spine. he silently giggled at your misfortune, watching as you became soothed with every touch.

“she’s been working my nerve, ever since you left!” your boss continued to gossip. “really?” you have no interest in what darlene had to say. “yes! she thinks since you’re not here, she’s the queen of the office. don’t even get me started on daniel ugh!” she rambled, all you had to say was ‘mhm, oh wow, really?’ you couldn’t care less.

your mind was all on spencer who was inching closer and closer to your heat. “spence.” you whispered, you shook your head but he disregarded your protest. “but we miss you, there’s no rush… it would just be nice if you could train the newbies.” she sighed, finally drawing the conversation to a conclusion.

while spencer on the other hand was just getting started. he pulled your shorts down along your panties, threw them to the side, and slowly immersed himself into you. “well, i won’t keep you any longer.” “mhm… okay… yeah i… i’ll see you.” you didn’t wait for a response as you pressed decline, tossing your phone to the side of the bed.

“doctor reid, you are in so much trouble.”

#spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid criminal minds #spencer reid #criminal minds smut #spencer reid fluff #matthew gray gubler

[kieranxvalentine]

Shine. [M. O'hara]

༻♡༺✎ Your world was usually bleak and grey, series of black and white. Color was a luxury didn’t get to experience. Your friends had long since found their soulmates and tended to rub in in your face. But after being saved by your friendly neighborhood Spiderman, you realized why you had never seen your soulmate. He was Spiderman. ༻♡༺✎ Miguel O’hara x Reader. ༻♡༺✎ PG! Soulmate Au ༻♡༺✎ 1.1k words ༻♡༺✎  I love soulmate au's so expect more from me- If you want to support me! Here's my link!

“Don’t worry Y/n!” “I’m pretty sure you will find your soulmate soon!” “You’ll find them eventually!.”

Each and everyone that you have ever met have always told you the same thing. 

That your time was coming and that it was going to be your time to meet your soulmate.

That they were out there, they were on the way.

But here’s the thing, they all have their soulmate already.

When you went out with your friends, you were jealous. They were all able to see the bright colorful lights of Nueva York at night. The got to see the rainbows and various colors in between, and not have to be stuck to seeing the world in dull greys, blacks and whites. 

Tonight was another one of those nights.

Your friends Melody and Isabelle decided to invite you out to go to a festival being held in downtown Nueva York. 

You tried to be happy about the event but your friends kept taking cheap shots at you.

“Oh my god! Y/n! Did you see the fireworks?” “She can’t see colors stupid. She doesn’t have her soulmate.” “Oh! You still haven't found him?”

You sighed as you looked up to the sky, seeing fireworks explode in the sky, but to you they just looked like white lights against a black sky. You could tell that there were different colors due to the varying greys and white but other than that. You couldn’t see much.

"Ahh.. You'll find 'em one day Y/n." "Hey, I heard you can get artificial glasses to see colors if you never do- OW!" "Aya! That's not nice!"

You felt tears were welling up in her eyes as her friends continually cheers and talk about the exciting decorations, lights and everything else.

“Oh my god look!”

Your eyes looked over to the Alchemax building and your eyes light up, Whenever this festival happened it was normal for their Spiderman to arrive and watch from afar, From what you knew from your friends and family, he wore a red and blue suit, that seemed cybernetic, his webs were a neon red.

You wished you could understand the concept of colors. You wished that you could experience that true feeling of excitement everyone describes when you meet your soulmate.

It's often described as a burst of emotions, a warm feeling that rivals being snuggled up in your favorite blanket during a cold day.

You hated that you were constantly left out of the loop when it came to things, and that your friends weren’t really helpful for what-

“LOOK OUT!”

A scream left your body as you were tackled as an explosion happened close by, You braced for impact, expecting your back to hit the rough ground but you felt someone’s large hands cradling you in their arms.

You opened your eyes and felt an intense pain shoot through your head, and you were knocked back onto your feet.

You groaned in pain as the person holding you helped you up to your feet. You finally opened your eyes and your breath caught in your throat.

You were rescued by Spiderman, but that wasn’t what caused your silence, you could see the colors of his suit, the way the red and blue merged together to make the spider symbol on his chest, the way the grey device he wore on his wrist lit up with orange colors. 

It seems like it affected him too, he took a step back before placing a hand on his head, you gasped as you watched him pull his mask off.

He had beautiful short brown locs and tanned skin, brown eyes with hints of red shades in them. He was handsome…very handsome.

You were silent for a while until he finally spoke up.

“So I guess you’re my soulmate, Huh?”

He raised a hand to caress your cheek, cradling your body back close to him, as if he was analyzing all the colors you had on, admiring the beauty of your skin, eyes and hair.

"Después de tanto tiempo, finalmente te encontré."

His voice was wonderful, it was like velvet to your ears. You nodded slightly, not understanding what he said. He chuckled at this before he slid his mask back on. He finally pulls away from you..

“Head home, pretty sure the festival is going to be over, I’ll meet you there.”

He quickly shot a web to join what you assumed was other spider people, leaving you in shock. 

Your friends quickly found you and they rushed to your side. “Y/n!? Oh my god are you okay?”

“What the hell happened? Why do you look like that?!” Melody yelled as she shook you.

“I..I think i just met my soulmate…” You mumbled out as your friends looked at each other before looking back at you.

“Huh?!”

“During the chaos?! Well who is he?”

“H..he’s…Spiderman..”

…

“HE’S WHO?!” “HE’S WHAT?!”

"Mama! I'm serious! I met my soulmate and he's spiderman!"

"Aye...I'm finding it hard to believe honey.

You were currently in your home, an apartment that was on the third floor of your building. You were cooking yourself something while on the phone with your mother. She had called to check on you after your friends had told her about the festival and what happened there.

“Are you sure you weren’t just seeing things, Honey?..”

“Mom! I know what spiderman looks like! We only have one in our city!!” You whined as your mother chuckled over the phone. She believed you…well partially.

She was just happy that you could see colors like everyone else.

You were about to ramble on again before you heard a tapping on your window.

You walked over with the phone, only to see your friendly neighborhood spiderman his mask off and he was waiting outside your window.

“Mom..I’ll call you back later..”

You hung up the phone on your mother (which you would probably get an ear full for it later.), and rushed to the window, opening it, allowing him in.

He climbed in through your window with a gentle smile on his face, this man was huge, around 6’9, which dwarfed your form. He placed his hands on either side of your shoulders as he looked down at you.

“I believe we need to get properly acquainted.” He says and you blush as you averted your gaze, only to have him bring your gaze back to his with a hand on your chin. You felt your heart nearly leap out of your throat. Butterflies were dancing in your stomach as he looked down at you with a playful smirk.

“I’m Miguel, Miguel O’hara.”

“Y/n…Y/n L/n..” You responded as he continued to hold you close as if he were to let go you were going to vaporize right before his eyes. He raises a hand to touch your (h/c) hair, as if admiring the color before locking his eyes with your (e/c) ones. It felt weird to finally see color, but the fuzzy feeling in your chest quickly quelled that feeling.

“U-um?..W-would you like to stay for dinner?..” You managed to stutter out as he finally let you go. He nods as he follows behind you as you guide him into the kitchen.

You felt comfortable in his presence, one because he was your city’s superhero, two, because he was your soulmate. Your eyes exploded with color when you locked eyes with him. 

That meant you did have a soulmate, you weren’t going to be alone forever in a dull, colorless world.

Miguel was a gentleman, he was polite and seemed to be perfect for you, besides him being, you know Spiderman. You found yourself talking with him until you ended up getting sleepy.

He led you back to your bed and helped you get tucked in before placing a kiss on your forehead, and leaving the same way he came in, out the window. 

When he was gone, you heard a buzz from your phone and turned to look at your phone.

‘My Soulmate <3: Looking forward to spending the rest of my life with you..’

You felt your heart swell as you turned back over preparing to head to bed, he had put his number in before leaving. You felt so giddy.

You had your soulmate, and He was also your hero.

©kieranxvaletine 2023 <3 Hope you all enjoyed!

#Miguel x reader #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara x you #miguel ohara x y/n #miguel x you #miguel atsv #miguel spiderman #miguel x reader #miguel x y/n #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara x reader

[gay-wh0re-slut]

hey, first of all I want to tell you that your one shots are truly wonderful! However if you feel ok with these topics I would like to make a request: I would really like something with rhea brat tamer x brat reader maybe even with spanking, as long as you don't feel uncomfortable with this

thank you!!! sorry this took so long for me to answer. i’ve been racking my brain to find a way to do this, but i think this was the best way, i hope i do it justice eek. i’m not completely sure if i’m getting the brat thing correctly but i’ll try my best, anyway thank you for the request and i hope you like it!!

For Me.

rhea x fem!reader

content: brat(?) reader with brat tamer(?) rhea, simply fucking. i’m so serious. no plot just sex…no really.

You’re sitting on your knees in the middle of the bed waiting for your next command. You’re anxious and scared but also very turned on as your mind tries to figure out what the hell she’s doing in the bathroom. She had left you, bare, wondering what could possibly happen next.

You began to get out of your spot when she finally comes out, “where do you think you’re going?”

“You were just taking so lo-”

“Did I tell you to move?” she growled.

“No ma’am,” you bow your head. You finally see what she was doing in there staring right back at you: she was putting on the strap. Your breath hitched but you didn’t dare let her see.

“You never do what you’re told,” she said under her breath.

You didn’t answer.

“Over,” she pointed and you got on all fours. She walked to the side of the bed and landed a good smack on your ass. “That’s for moving when I didn’t tell you to, and this,” she smacked you once more, “is just because I like watching your ass shake when I slap it.”

You winced at the hits and you could already feel the handprint forming. The sting was so strong, but you liked it so bad.

“I’m sorry Mami, but I was getting worried,” you whine.

She walked back around to the front of you and cupped your chin in her hand, lifting your head up, “no need to worry about me, babygirl, follow my rules and you won’t get punished, we’ve been through this. You can do that, can’t you?”

You nod your head.

She gripped your face tightly, “Speak!”

“Yesh ma’am,” you force out between your contorted lips.

“Good girl,” she let go of your face, “now come here,” she pointed to the silicone protruding from her.

You crawl forward and sit back down on your heels, your ass still stinging from the hits before. You wince as you situate yourself in front of her. You start to grab at the dick in front of you opening your mouth but she stops you immediately by putting her fingers in your mouth and slapping your hands away with the other.

“You’re such a slut. You were trying to suck me off without my permission, huh?” she pulled you forward by your teeth, forcing you back to all fours but this time you were leaning on your elbows. She spanks your ass once more with her free hand, making a whimper come out of you. “What did I say about following my rules?” she pushes you back to sitting.

Tears were forming in your eyes at the sensations of her fingers in your mouth and your ass cheeks red with her handprints, though you were dripping. You loved her like this, mean, dominant and controlling. She didn’t do this often to keep you on your toes so you never knew when Mami was gonna come out, but when she did, you were done for.

She wiped a loose tear that fled from your eye, “my pretty girl,” and finally removed her fingers. “You do so well listening to me every other night, what’s gotten into you?”

“I just need you,” you admit, “sooo badly.”

“Yeah?” she bent down so that her face was mere centimeters from yours, “then be my good girl and you’ll get rewarded,” she whispered. As she stood back up, she pushed you hard making you fall backwards onto the bed. You fumbled around until you were comfortable enough to keep going.

A devilish grin plastered on the woman above you, she laughed deep and guttural. Keeping her eyes locked onto yours, she stuck out her tongue and dragged it all the way up from your stomach to your neck. You could feel the silicone barely touching your hot center making you writhe under her in hopes for some sort of traction.

Her hand followed the trail then closed around your neck, “you look so beautiful begging for me baby, how about you try harder?” as she tightened her grip.

“P-please Mami,” you struggle to speak but you loved it, “please f-fuck me,” you force out.

“That’s my girl,” she let go of your neck and used the same hand to draw fast but gentle circles on your needy clit. You immediately arch your back with a long moan in her ear as you scratch your nails down her muscular back. “Are you ready for me, baby?”

“Yes,” you whine.

She removed her hand and guided the dick into you slowly. Once she was fully in, she lifted your legs to her shoulders, folding you in half, and slowly pumped in and out of you. After a few seconds she decided you were ready and began pounding into you… roughly.

“Oh fuck yes!” you cry as your hands gripped on the sheets beneath you.

She continued to fuck you senseless. She was going so hard that your tits were bouncing so violently that they hurt, but you didn’t mind one bit. The sound of the strap slamming into you was making her crazy. “listen to you,” she said between heavy breaths, “such a slut, so wet for me.” The smile on her face grew wider as she noticed that you were close.

The sweat was gleaming on her forehead, almost dripping from her hair that was stuck to it. The bed was creaking, but you didn’t care, you could barely breathe, but you didn’t care about that either. Her hips were plunging the dick into you over and over creating the familiar knot inside. You couldn’t hold it much longer.

“I can tell you’re close baby,” she growled, “so cum for me, cum all over Mami’s dick.”

A loud whimper came from deep inside of you followed by a “HOLY FUCK,” as the knot inside of you untangled. Your legs shook as you came hard on the strap.

The second she pulled out, she flipped you over and hiked up your hips plunging the silicone back into you. “C’mon princess, I know you got another one in you. Just for me,” now she was going full force into you once more. She didn’t dare let you have any down time. With your back arched and your ass in the air, you could barely think about anything other than what she was going to do next.

So, she slapped your ass causing a yelp to come from you. She stopped for a split second to grab your arms and pulled you back against her. Your head tried to rest on her shoulder but to no avail, mainly because she was pounding into you so hard that it was just bouncing too much, so you let it fall forward. One of her hands reached to your neck and made you tilt your head back once more.

“Keep… your head… up,” she barked.

Whines and moans unconsciously fell out of your mouth. The pressure between your hips grew once more, “fuck, I’m gonna cum again,” you force out.

“Already? God, you’re such a whore,” the accent was deep, sending you closer to the edge. You loved hearing her accent become thick, especially when it was in your ear as she’s fucking the life out of you.

She let go of your arms and pushed you back down by your head holding you in position beneath her, like she’s done multiple times with women in her ring. Her free hand came down hard on your ass sending ripples through your skin, “since you want to be such a slut, prove it and cum right now.”

“Shit, MAMI!” and the pressure released once more. This time your body tensed, gripping the sheets as you bit down on them. “FUCK,” you breathed. She pulled out causing you to squirt all over her thighs and the bed as you whined loudly at the release.

“Yessss, that’s it,” she cooed as she ran her hand through your wet folds before pushing your hips to the side letting you fall onto the bed.

You were breathing heavily as she laid down next to you. “You did so well my baby,” she moved the sweaty hair from your face, “and you look so pretty, all fucked out.”

All you could do was smile at her. All your energy went into the last few minutes that you could barely move until…

“I think it’s my turn to have some fun, huh?” the tattooed legs easily slipped out of the strap, dangling it on her hand, “now do you want to fuck me or do I need to do it myself?”

#rhea ripley #wwe #rhea ripley x reader #pure smut #i need her biblically

[prettymrswright]

Lockdown. Pt 2

pairing: koffee!singer x black fem!choreographer/artist

content warnings: smuttt baby, off the bat! 😂 it was highly requested for Koffee, so as an artist I must deliver. a lot of patois (Koffee is from Spanish Town, she has a strong JA accent).,fluff, strong language, spirituality, art.

a/n: dusting off the pen and paper, (or should i say keyboard), and this was requested the most, so we start here. also, she has a new masterlist design 🤭!!! shout out to my baby, @dejaonline the creator and visionary of my carrd. my taglist is on there if you want to sign up for a specific person or take yourself out of one!!! i missed writing, so this should be fun. love you wh^res <3

translations:

did - past tense

don't? - right? / isn't it?

A suh - so/how

eno - you know

mek - let

ramp - play/ play around

Jah/ Jah Jah - God

yah - here

Gyalis - player/ ladies (wo)man

guh - go

taglist: @dejaonline @prophetalmighty @saintwrld @sapphicvqmpires @inmyheadimobsessed @kisskourt @shurislover @ventingfanfics @vampzxi @abenomeiiii @koffeewife @bbbbbbrilliantly @shuriislut @sopaintercrown @billyjeanonthed

LOCKDOWN PART 1. < if you haven’t read :)

Her mid-back length locs hung down, framing your face as she rocked into your clit, her firm hands gripping you in place. She had her warm, dark brown eyes locked with yours, her bottom lip trapped by her top row of teeth.

"Fuck, Mikayla," You cried out, eyes welling up with tears from the multiple sensations she was giving you. She kissed your slightly parted lips and down the side of your neck.

Your moans and cries flew through her ears like music she loved, encouraging her every action. Her fingers interlocked with yours as she pinned them by your sides, continuing to fluidly move across your center.

"Mhm," You moaned through sealed lips, trying to contain its volume, but it was no use.

"Open up, pretty girl," The singer demanded, and you shortly obliged. She sat up tall and slipped two of her slender fingers inside your creamy center, pumping with precision. If you weren't going to get loud, she would surely make you.

She didn't care for your shy act. She wanted the sex to embody exactly what it was made for; passion. Be loud, be raunchy. If she decided to make love to you, it was with full intention.

She stroked her fingers long and deep inside you, her other hand massaging your right nipple.

"Oh my god," you breathed out as you felt your mouth began to water. You reached your hand out to place it on her chiseled stomach, in attempts to slow her pace, but she smacked it away.

"Doh touch me." She spat. "A dis yuh did want, don't?"

She teased and you whined. You did want her, God did you ever.

You feel yourself creaming around her fingers, and as much as it was, you never wanted it to stop.

"That is it, mumma, yes," She encouraged the beginning of your release. "Let it go fi mi."

Your voice traveled the room as you came harder from the rich, raspiness of her voice. She was trying to draw you out, and it was working.

You grabbed her hand and licked yourself clean off her fingers, still making noise and staring her directly in her eyes.

"Mm," She gave a hum of arousal at the sight. "A suh you wicked?"

You heartily chuckled at her astonishment. Before she could react further, you pushed her off of you and onto the bed. You locked your legs between hers, ass facing her, giving her a rear view of your ride.

You bounced up and down on all fours, riding her clit, back deeply arched. You felt the secretion of the two of you building and sloshing against each other.

“Shit,” She exclaimed, mesmerized by the movement of your ass. She sent a sharp pop upside it, making it shake even more. “You feel so good, y/n.”

You looked back at her and smiled devilishly. Provoked by your gesture, she pulls you back by your hips and drives hers up against yours at a faster pace.

“Ohhh, shit!” You yelled. “Fuckkk, yes, don’t stop, please!” You begged, riding the high of your warm clits colliding and her soft, strong hands gripping your sides, thumbs settled in your back dimples.

“Aghhh,” She groaned, her clit beginning to twitch underneath you. “Mm, mm, no,” She shook her head and pinned you down. She wasn’t quite ready for her release. A bit into edging, but more-so for maximum release.

She kept one hand pinning your stomach down to the bed, grabbing her strap from off the dresser and slipping it on with the other. She rubbed your entrance slightly before heading in, no lubricant needed, the way she had your water running.

“Baby,” you whined out, slightly in panic. It had been a minute, but the last time she put this on you, you were in an over 24 hour recovery. She was dangerous, but you liked danger.

“Shhh,” She whispered in your ear, grabbing a handful of your hair, slightly craning your neck. “Yuh fi tek dis. Wul’ on to me.”

She folded one arm behind your back and held your forearm while she held yours. Swiftly, she slid her length up into you.

“Sssshit!” You hissed, feeling woozy at its depth. “I can’t, baby I can’t.”

“Believe inna yuh self, miss,” She chuckled, before stroking your middle, mid-tempo.

You reached your hand back, pressing your hand back onto her chiseled stomach, and quickly you’d realize that was a mistake. She now had both of your arms pinned and was now picking up her pace.

Your body began to sweat profusely and your legs began to quiver underneath her.

“Mmmm, fuck!” Your moans being drowned out in the pillow your face was stuffed in, the cloth held captive between your teeth. “‘Kayla, please,”

“Memba yuh did wan run weh from me? Hmm?” She antagonized, pumping deeper and faster.

“No, please,” You plead and plead. “Please, baby I’m sorry,”

It was clear she was holding more of a grudge than you thought, and you were certainly paying for it right now.

She hiked you up, forcing your back to her chest, and your ear to her lips.

“Don’t do that to me, again.” She sternly warned, sending shivers down your spine. Overtaken and out of breath, all you could do was nod.

In a quick motion she slid out and turned you over. Your doe eyes, full of lust and adornment, were staring directly up at her. She stared back intently and smiled.

“Mi did miss yuh pretty face, eno,” She confessed. Without giving you time to respond, she was inside you again.

“I—“ You gasped out, clawing at her arms that were pinned at your sides. She held your knees to your chest and gave you long, deep strokes, kissing up and around your legs.

“Oh my goddd,” Your head drops back and your eyes follow, rolling into your lids. You haven’t felt this good since you seen her last. It was like the first time all over again. Every stroke, every kiss, every whisper; you constantly had to fight not to blurt out those three words.

The way she looked, the way she felt, the way she prioritized your body’s every demand made you feel the sluttiest you could ever.

You held your middle and index finger up over her lips and smoothed them across them, and she lubricated them with her saliva, lightly sucking on your digits. You slide those fingers down to your clit and massage small, quick circles into it.

You feel your mouth begin to water at the combination.

“Yesss, just like that, baby, keep fucking me,” You encourage her sinisterly, directly staring into her face. “You make me feel so good,”

You didn’t give a fuck anymore. You missed her, it’s been months, and you were over the games. This was the side she so desperately wanted to see.

“Shit,” she grunted under her breath, strokes getting sloppier the wetter you became. “I love seeing you play with that pretty pussy, baby.” She affirmed you, making your moans spill out quicker.

She replaced your hand with hers, caressing your clit with her thumb, bringing her body down to level with yours. She kissed you slowly and passionately, still keeping the pace of both her stroking and massaging.

You moaned loudly into her mouth, wrapping your arms around her, digging your nails into her back. The pleasure was so overwhelming yet so blissful.

“I’m so close, ‘kay, don’t stop,” You whined, squirming under her touch.

“This is all yuh did want, ee? Fi di artist come fuck you?” She teased. “All you had to was ask.”

The more cockier she became the more it turned you on. It was impossible to keep quiet or still. You began to see stars, the way she was pounding your g.

“You want to come? Ask me.” She taunted you.

“Please make me come, baby, I’ve been so good,” Your mouth was moving faster than your brain. All of your words were rushed and desperate. Each of your fingers seeking deeper in her back.

She wrapped her hand around your neck and pulled your forehead to hers, speeding up her final strokes.

“Unhhh, yesss!” You screamed at the top of your lungs as your love came down, creaming all over her length before she slid out.

Your chest heaved up and down, as you attempted to catch your breath.

“Mek mi clean this up for you,” She lowered her lips. to your center and licked you clean, devouring you with her whole mouth, ending her sweep with a slow french kiss.

“Oh, baby,” you whined out, rubbing your fingers through her locs and grabbing a handful. You guide her head left and right in a figure 8 motion, leading her to shake her head in it.

She rocked your hips into her face, sucking your bud, draining the rest of your secretion out.

Tears involuntarily streamed down your face, as you semi-hyperventilated. You pulled her up to you, kissed her deeply, and wrapped your arms around her in a warm embrace.

“Yuh alright?” She asked half sincerely, half in amusement.

“I love you,” You blurt out, not expecting a response.

She erupted in a high-pitched cackle. “You funny eno, yuh ramp too much,”

You smile brightly, eyes still almost shut. “I’m serious!”

“Gyal get the steel pipe, and wan chat bout ‘love’” She continued, still laughing.

“Shut up, Mikayla,” You couldn’t help but laugh too. The jokester she was.

“Mi ago give yuh a second, eno, but mi wan yuh fi get dressed,” She says to you, hinting at another one of her shenanigans.

“Dressed? Fi wha?” You say back in patois, semi-mimicking her.

“I wanna show you something. Something i’ve been working on,” She says, sincerely.

You tense up anxiously. “Okay…”

“It’s not anything bad, nuh worry yuhself,” She reassures you, in attempts to calm your nerves.

$ Walking out the hotel in your black, Chanel mini dress, and your black and gold Yves Saint Laurent heels (gifted by Koffee), you head to the car, hand in hand with the artist. She walks with you over to the passenger door side and opens it for you, helping you inside.

After she closes your door, you watch her 5'6 frame walk to the driver side, dressed in a powder blue, mid-sleeved, collared button down, the first three buttons open, slightly exposing her chest. Her legs decorated in some baggy leather pants, that slightly covered her baby blue, designer sneakers. Her locs were neatly compacted up into a bun, gold jewelry hanging from her neck, and wrists. If it wasn't for whatever she was attempting to show you, you'd pull her right back in that hotel. "Yuh ready?" She asks, quickly smiling and your direction while starting up the engine. You smile and nod sweetly and the two of you drive off. The sun didn't begin to set quite yet, but it was at it's golden hour, shining bright and beautiful hues of yellow, orange, and gold down from the sky blue skies and through the windshield of Koffee's 2022 Midnight Gray Lexus ES. You were riding through the city of Ocho Rios, taking scenic view of all of nature around you; trees and bushes blowing through the wind. You'd be flying back home soon, so you wanted to be completely present. You slid and placed your hand onto the back of her neck, massaging it with your fingers, and you felt the tiny baby hairs stand up. Koffee loved how touchy-feely you were and always returned the favor. She slid her right hand, currently decorated with a 18k gold signet ring, gifted by her grandfather, up your thigh and held you in her grip. As you pass more and more tall buildings and music shops, you began to get curious. The two of you would often parlay on the beaches and spend all evening/night and sometimes, even early mornings. But this was a new side of town. It seemed more industrial. "Mikayla," You spoke in a questioning tone. "Hm?" She replied plainly. "Where we going?" You ask. "You'll see." She replies, that smile she had been showing so often this trip appearing once again.

Pulling up to a complex, you park right in front of a building with ‘Columbia’ written in gold letters across the top. You feel an anxiousness in your stomach once you start to realize where you were.

“Come on,” She gestured as she went to open the door. “Hold on," you say quickly, stopping her from opening the door. You pull down the sun visor mirror and prep up your appearance. You adjust your gold heart pendant necklace and smooth out your braids. You reapply your Fenty gloss bomb lipgloss and blot. You lift your foot up and rest the end of your heel on the dashboard, adjusting your shoe strap and your single-plated gold anklet that was resting so pretty on your ankle. “Girl, come on,” She rushed you semi-jokingly, despite her being in a daze previously to. “Okay, okay, how do I look?” You turn to her and fake a pose, framing your face. She took a long, studious look at you, examining you swiftly but diligently. She hummed in approval. “Sexy.”

“Perfect. Let’s go!” You laugh, grabbing your purse. Koffee comes out of the car, rushing over to you to open your door and take your hand to lift you up and out and lead you into the building. It was huge. Tall lobby ceiling, marble floors, futuristic colors. It was like a hotel lobby of a nightclub, if such a thing existed. She signs the two of you in, and you walk into the elevator and ride up to the 22nd floor. She leads you into a room that she opens with her own key that hung off her hip. You audibly gasp at the sight of what you saw before you. It was her studio. And it was beautiful. There was a long white mixing console, two large white speakers next to it and a computer in the middle. A large booth, next to a small one, both with mics, headphones, and other equipment set up. The room was dimly lit with midnight purple and fuschia colored lights. Across each wall were plaques of achievements from various artists. There were long, white couches on each side of the room, and tall stool chairs spread out across it. In between the two booths, up against the wall were a lineup of different guitars.

You slowly strolled through the room, taking everything in. You looked to your left and noticed a pretty, black bouquet of pink glitter roses, Ghiradelli chocolates, a card, and a fat stack of cash sitting on a low table.

“Wha–” Before you could even ask what the purpose of those were, she interrupted you. “Once Shelley told me you were coming, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity. I missed you, y/n/n. And I’m serious about you.” She confesses, holding her glance, as well as your hand. “Kay,” You called out her nickname, feeling your eyes well with tears. She was so sweet and thoughtful. And all this time you were blocking your blessing, and for what? “Doh start,” She chuckled. “Jah. This crybaby, yah.” And you were. But you felt everything so deeply, and as in awe as you were, you were also sad; Somewhat regretful even, for driving a wedge between you two because of your own insecurities. “Thank you, baby.” You thank her with a heart full of love and gratitude. You wrapped your arms around her neck and placed a soft kiss on her lips. “How romantic. Miss Gyalis.” “Please,” She started. “Me anuh Gyalis, and you aren’t just ‘gyal’ to me.”

You studied her face, admiring both her beauty and her words. “Come,” She led you to the seats in front of the computer and pulled up a song. “Tell me what you think about this.” The song began and the summery, mid-tempo beat flowed out of the speakers and filled up the room.

Where will we go?

When di quarantine ting done and everybody touch road?

Mommy, me go NASCAR

Pull up in a fast car, yeah

A nuh false start

Mek you and di boss par, yeah

I know you’re feeling me

You know I’m feeling you

So what now we fi do?

You swayed back and forth and slightly nodded your head. She was so good at what she did. Every song made you feel good, like a fun summer night. You didn’t even notice what it really was about at first.

Yeah, yeah

Aye fancy

How yuh heart stay, it nah no vacancy?

Last time see yuh pon FaceTime

Chatting up di place

Bout you nuh want relationship

Me a go put you pon lock down

A put yuh body pon lockdown, mmm

You got me pon lock now

You got my passion on lock, woah

She turned to you, lip syncing her own lyrics at you.

If you love me

You should let me

You should let me

You should let me know

And if you don’t know

Better fi let me

Better fi let me

A better yuh let me go

You took in every word, flattered at its insinuating dedication, but shocked at her confession. Sure you knew she liked you, but not like this. You also didn’t want to assume. It was hard to take in.

All yuh want talk bout a matrimony, yeah

Any ting yuh want Koffee got di money, yeah

Me give yuh me heart beg yuh take it from me

She dramatically mimicked the lyrics, clutching her chest and kneeling at your feet, making you laugh. She was cute. And the song was really damn good. 

Baby are you feeling me?

Cause I'm really feeling you

Baby are you feeling me?

Cause I'm really feeling you

I'm a pull up in my fast car You were silent for a while as the song outro faded out. You were speechless. You stared for a while, going through about every emotion and thought you had the past few months. You’d open your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. “That bad, huh?” She asked comically.

“No!” You rushed out. “It was.. beautiful.” You look around you, still finding the words. “When did you-?”

“Early April. Last time mi did hear from you was March, and mi stop call from den. Mi feelings hurt bad bad. So I took up the pain and drive guh a studio wid it.”  “Oh,” You say lowly. “Kay, I’m sorry. I mean, not totally because, you just made a HIT song– yes I said hit— AND it’s about me, so that’s double whammy right there.”

She laughed heartily, leaning back in her chair. “You ramp too much.” “All jokes aside, though. I was in my head so much that I didn’t give you a chance to show me how much you cared. Truthfully cuz I felt like I cared too much. I was anticipating getting hurt, and that wasn’t fair to you or myself.” She looked down and nodded in agreement. “Mi just glad seh you found your way back to me, baby.” She placed a warm, caring kiss on your cheek. “And I love you too.” 

You left your chair and opted for a seat on her lap, resting your arm around her back and on her shoulder. “Play it for me, again?” You asked with a beaming smile. She returned a beaming one back to you before pressing the play button on the mixing console in front of her, holding you tighter the second time around.

#koffee #koffee x reader #prettymrswright #black sapphic

[leverage-ot3]

notable moments from The Cross My Heart Job

leverage 4.09

(team comes down an escalator toward the main floor)

Sophie: Well, that trip was a complete disaster.

Hardison: It was a train wreck.

Eliot: No, it was a shipwreck. And you know how I know that? 'Cause I was in the wreck.

Hardison: Hey, man, I don't want to hear you complain. At least you don't have to fix th-the ear buds. You know what?

Eliot: Man, don't talk to me about the ear buds! I just fought three ex-Brazilian combat divers with spear-guns, underwater!

Hardison: I don't want to hear it. I don't want to hear it.

Eliot: You believe this? (taps Sophie’s arm)

Sophie: Ow, don't touch me. I am sunburnt everywhere. I hate playing the French heiress on the topless beach.

Parker: Oh, I don't know what you're complaining about. I didn't even get to see the emerald.

Hardison: Are you for real?

Eliot: Oh, my god, for the last time, it's not an emerald. All right? It's an island. It's the "Emerald of the Caribbean."

chaotic family on an escalator

- - - - -

Parker: The heart could be anywhere by now. They could have jumped in a taxi and driven off.

Sophie: No, no, we have to assume it's still in the airport, that they're planning to fly it out.

Parker: Why?

Eliot: 'Cause otherwise, we've already lost

- - - - -

Eliot: All right. They're in there. We're gonna need a distraction.

(Sophie takes off her pants and uses her long shirt like a dress, then shakes out her hair and pulls a pair of heels from her purse. Parker counts some cash)

Parker: All right, they told Linda to call from a pay phone for instructions once she made the drop.

Eliot (hands Parker money): Better hurry up, or they're gonna start getting suspicious.

Parker: It's a good thing we didn't stay on that island to see those emeralds.

Eliot: Parker, I just t...

(Sophie leans on Eliot to put on her shoes)

Eliot: You carry high heels in your purse?

Sophie: I always travel with heels. (takes Parker’s scarf and ties it around her waist) How's this? Distracting enough?

Parker: Hmm.

parker and eliot both look away, partially to give her privacy but partially to act as a wall so that other people won’t see her changing

notice the stark contrast between this scene and the other changing scene in this episode

- - - - -

(the clerk closes the doors. Inside, Eliot pulls the kidnapper between two tables while Parker talks to Tanya)

Paker: Yeah, that will work. We'll get you a little taser, carry it with you wherever you go-

parker and her tasers + being surprisingly good with kids

- - - - -

Nate (to Eliot): What do you got on this guy?

Eliot: He's not a professional. He has no combat training. Lousy Zanshin.

Parker: The what?

Eliot: He's a loc... It means "personal awareness." Thug for hire, but very well funded. (hands Nate tickets) Two first-class tickets, one for him and one for the girl, and that's how they got past security, and (hands gun to Nate) plastic gun. One or two shots in the barrel warps, but that's pretty much all you need, very pricey hardware.

Parker: Why would someone pay for that but not hire a professional?

Eliot: He doesn't want a professional. He wants a local so we can't trace him back to him.

- - - - -

(Eliot uses a cord to tie the kidnapper’s hands)

Eliot (to Sophie): Don't suppose you travel with handcuffs.

Sophie: No, not on this trip.

👀👀👀

- - - - -

Parker: Plus the ear buds are busted.

Hardison: And I burned our phones and our credit cards so we can't be traced.

Sophie: Most of our money went on bribing the waiter.

Eliot: We're operating in a secured area.

Parker: And my lock picks are checked.

Hardison: And airport wi-fi is a joke. Face it, we're practically naked.

- - - - -

(Eliot and Parker walk out of the Restaurant and part ways. Parker approaches a kiosk that sells computers and looks around, then crouches to look at the locks before walking away. Eliot approaches an electronic store before yelling catches his attention from a check in desk not far away)

Platinum Flyer: You guys! Hey! Platinum flyer over here. Come here. Somebody look at me.

Airline Clerk: Sir, please calm down.

Platinum Flyer: Ju... let me stop you right there, okay? I don't care what seats you have left, all right? Do you see this? (holds up a card) I am a vista Atlantic platinum flyer, all right? Is this card gold? No. Look at it. Is it silver? No.

(Eliot looks around, sees a magazine and picks it up)

Platinum Flyer: It's platinum, all right? So if you think that I am sitting back in coach with the rabble, you got another think coming, all right?

(Eliot puts the magazine over the Platinum Flyer’s briefcase as the man tries to drop his wallet into it)

Platinum Flyer: You can just forget it. I don't even want to talk to you anymore. Who's that? Thing one and thing two, come here. You guys. Hey!

(Eliot walks back to the electronics store and pulls the Platinum Flyer’s credit card from the wallet. He enters the store and grabs several packages of walkie talkies, then flags down a clerk)

Eliot: Yo, yo, yo. Come over here.

(Parker tries on various sunglasses, stealing a pair before walking away. She walks past again and steals a snow globe. On another pass she steals a bag. She returns to the computer kiosk and breaks the sunglasses to picks the locks, revealing an old style CRT monitor)

all this competence porn, it’s SO GOOD

- - - - -

(later Parker and Eliot take apart the walkie talkies at a table while Hardison uses an old computer at the bar with Sophie and Linda watching while Nate paces)

Nate: Hardison, come on.

Hardison: Look, man, this is like stone knives and bearskins, okay? Nobody's asking Eliot to fight a guy with a nerf sword.

Eliot: Damascus, 2002.

Hardison: Like you've been to Damascus.

domestic parker and eliot taking apart walkie talkies? eliot legit sword fighting with a nerf sword? amazing

- - - - -

(the clerk watches from behind them, amazed)

Hardison: Wh-what? Come on, man. Like you've never seen a man travel with a desktop before. Go.

LMAO

- - - - -

Nate: Right there! Right there. Him.

Sophie: Dean Chesney?

Nate: Dean Chesney, CEO of Vertronics defense contractor. I had my eye on him for quite a while, but he was never a high-priority target.

Hardison: Why not?

Nate: He was dying.

- - - - -

(Eliot sits down and his feet hit against the struggling kidnapper. Eliot kicks him in the head but he continues making muffled sounds)

Nate: Are you done?

(Eliot kicks the man again)

Eliot: Yeah

- - - - -

Hardison: After we get out of the public areas of the terminal, we work on level two. It's ground crew, tarmac access. It gets us from here to the private terminal.

Parker: How do we get that? Break Eliot's wrist?

Hardison: What? N-no, no. We just pick one up from where the ground crew left it.

[Locker Room]

Parker (opening combination lock): Yeah, this will keep my stuff safe, from a 6-year-old with the DTs.

(Parker opens the locker and removes a jacket. Eliot closes the locker and hits the lock on the one next to it, opening the lock. He pulls out a level 2 badge and hands it to Parker)

Eliot: That's two.

(Parker and Eliot begin to change clothes)

🔥🔥🔥 scene tho 🔥🔥🔥

also, notice how they start getting changed without turning around or anything, like hardison would have immediately turned around because that’s who he is. she literally immediately takes her shirt off without a care. he doesn’t even blink at it. eliot and parker have a very strong, nonverbal, physical bond because they’re similar entities. they understand each other on a deep level because of their pasts and there isn’t that type of need for modesty between them.

also they’re literally so close to each other when they’re doing this??? literally, personal space? they don’t know her

ALSO, eliot throws his shirt at the camera and idk it feels like he’s giving parker privacy from the “onlookers” (aka the camera) if you get what I’m saying,,,

- - - - -

Sophie: Well, we have to lure them out.

Parker: Oh, okay. Set Nate on fire?

Eliot: Settle down

she mouths “no” back at him and they have a silent exchange where she ends up smiling I love them

- - - - -

Hardison (pacing): Come on, Eliot. Come on, come on. Come on, man.

Announcer: Mr. Picard. Mr. Kirk Picard, please meet your party at door "E.

ELIOT KNOWS HOW TO GET HARDISONS ATTENTION. HE KNOWS TO MAKE A STAR TREK REFERENCE AND BAM HARDISON KNOWS WHATS UP. WHAT D O R K S

- - - - -

(Eliot gets into a cart that Parker is sitting in. She holds up the keys and hands them to him)

Parker: Let's ride

her SMILE and EXCITEMENT

- - - - -

Hardison: Excuse me. Uh, something's wrong with my pin. Can you reset it for me?

(Hardison hands the card to the guard, who scans it)

Guard: Can you confirm your old pin?

(the screen shows that the card belongs to a woman and the guard looks at Hardison in surprise)

Guard: Uh...

Hardison: What?

Guard: Wh—

Hardison: what? You got a, you got a problem? My little transformation? Go on, speak your mind. Yeah, I had some surgery, huh? A little nip, a little tuck, a little pop, okay? And now I am who I'm supposed to be. I used to be Francesca. Now my name is Frank!

Guard: Um...

(a second guard turns to look at Hardison)

Hardison: You got a problem? You... excu—excu—I didn't know this was the club. You all up in the mix, don't even know the flavor. What's your problem? (walks around the desk aggressively) You got a, you—everybody got a problem with this? Look, racism, sexism, anti-semitism? That's how you y'all want to play this? Cool. I thought it was a no-no in airport security, but I see y'all profilin' me right, left, and center, everywhere. You know what? Shame on you. Shame on your mama. Shame on your kids.

(Hardison glances at the monitor to see the pin number, then walks back around the desk)

Guard: I-it's fine. I-it's fine. I got no problem with anything. Uh, it-it looks like you used to, used to be a-a really pretty girl.

Hardison: Used to be?

Guard: A-and n-now you're a-a very handsome gentleman.

Hardison: You hitting on me?

Guard: C-can you confirm your old pin?

Hardison: It's 5135.

Guard: Uh. (scans the card) Okay, there. Try that.

Hardison: Thank you. (looks at second guard) You better re-adjust your peripherals.

Guard 2: Real smooth.

(Hardison returns to the card reader and scans the card, entering the pin)

Reader: Pin accepted.

Hardison: Don't care what anybody else says. Next time, I'm taking the train.

I can’t tell if this scene was transphobic or not ??? like, it could have been worse and he called out people who would be judgmental of his “transformation” ???

like there was like one other kinda transphobic thing they did in the show but I forget the episode

- - - - -

Nate: I know what you're gonna say.

Sophie: I think you should have a drink.

Nate: Okay, I didn't know what you were gonna say.

Sophie: Look, we don't like it when you drink, (pours him a drink) but we trust you when you do. We both knew this was gonna get personal. We need you to stay clear-headed. You let it get to you now, it's gonna go bad for all of us. Be very careful, Nate.

- - - - -

Nate: Sam would have been 13 this year. A teenager. Almost a man. I mean, you know, probably a big pain in the ass, but… Joshua Spin is getting out of that hospital bed.

(Sophie nods. Nate sighs and takes the drink, looking down at Sophie’s hand over his)

- - - - -

hardison’s GRIN when he sees all the computers in the tower 🥺

- - - - -

Parker: It took us 8 minutes to get there. It's gonna take us 8 minutes to get back. Wait. (goes around to the front of the cart)

Eliot: What are you doing? Wait. No way!

(Parker lies on the ground and reaches under the cart)

Eliot: Come on, Parker, we got to go! We got to get-- Let's go! What are you do-- Quit monkeying around under there!

(Parker stands up holding a piece of electronics)

Eliot: Did you just pull something out of the engine?

Parker: Yeah. Spark regulator, keeps the cart from going more than 25 miles an hour. Now we'll get there in 4 minutes.

(Eliot starts the cart and takes off quickly)

Parker: Hey! Whoa! Whoa! Yeah!

- - - - -

Nate: Last week on that island, you faked a volcanic eruption. How is this harder?

HE DID WHAT NOW

- - - - -

Nate: You just sell it to the tower.

Sophie: Massdot special?

Nate: Massdot special.

Linda: Massdot special?

Sophie: Yes! (takes Linda’s phone and makes a call)

[National Weather Service]

Rachael: National Weather Service. This is Rachel.

Sophie: Oh, thank God!

[Crab-a-Rama]

Sophie: I was just out walking my dogs, and I saw a tornado touch down!

(Nate pulls up pictures of tornadoes on the computer)

Rachael: Are you sure?

[National Weather Service]

Rachael: The current forecast don't indicate any severe-weather patterns.

Sophie: I'm sure.

[Crab-a-Rama]

Sophie: I took a photo of it with my phone. I'm sending it to you now.

(Nate sends a picture of a tornado to Rachael as he dials the phone)

[National Weather Service]

(Rachael looks at the picture in shock)

Rachael: Uh, please hold, ma'am. (places Sophie on hold and takes another call) National weather service. This is Rachel.

[Crab-a-Rama]

Nate: Are you asleep at the wheel? There's a tornado out here by the airport right now! A freaking tornado! Come on!

[National Weather Service]

Rachael: Bill. Bill!

Bill: What is it?

Rachael: We got calls here. I think we need to issue a tornado warning for the Cincinnati metropolitan area.

- - - - -

Chesney: --to make the top of the list. This is my only chance. I've planned for months. I have eight backup contingencies. I'm fighting for my life, Mr. Ford! What are you fighting for?

[Crab-a-Rama]

Nate: I am fighting for that 15-year-old boy that you're going to kill.

[Chesney’s Room]

Chesney: God helps those who help themselves.

Nate: And I help people who can't.

[Crab-a-Rama]

Nate: And God help you if anything should happen to that boy, because if he spends more than one second longer in that hospital than he needs to, I will make it my mission in life to end you.

[Chesney’s Room]

Nate: I will ruin you.

[Crab-a-Rama]

Nate: I will ruin your name. I will ruin your company. I will bring down everything you have ever touched. And when I am done, I will hunt you down--

[Chesney’s Room]

Nate: --and I will kill you myself.

[Crab-a-Rama]

(Nate hangs up the phone)

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parker yells “yee haw” a lot and I love her for that

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Pilot: Tower, field is in sight.

Program: We have you in sight. Clear to land on runway 1-8.

Hardison: Okay, flight 4-0-9. W-we have a visual. You are clear to land on runway 1-8.

Pilot: Roger. Clear to land.

(the airplane lands safely)

Pilot: Tower, we are down.

Hardison: Yes! Hell yeah! That's what I'm talking about.

Pilot: Say again, tower?

Hardison: I'm sorry. No, no, I'm sorry. It's cool. It's cool. It's cool. Celebrate with me. All right.

hardison managed to land an airplane with 300 people on it with nothing more than a computer and a flight simulator and we STAN our intelligent man

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eliot was always standing next to hardison in all the extra scenes in this episode and we love to see it

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(Eliot looks at Nate and Sophie, then nudges Hardison)

Eliot: Let's go.

(Eliot grabs Parker on the way down the hall, Hardison follows them)

his lil pat on hardison’s shoulder? how he places a guiding hand on parker’s arm, leading her away? we LOVE to see casual touches and casual intimacy between them

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so hardison likes to assemble model helicopters in his spare time sometimes and nate assembles model ships in his ???

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Chesney: So now what? You can't report me without exposing yourself. And what's to stop me from trying again?

[Leverage HQ]

Nate: I am. (hits remote to bring up information and a video feed on the monitors) I'm watching you. I'm watching your money, your people, your company. What have you got there, a pulse rate of 86?

[Chesney’s Room]

(Chesney looks around in alarm)

[Leverage HQ]

Nate: Oh, look at that.

[Chesney’s Room]

Nate: Just jumped up to 104. That can't be good for you.

[Leverage HQ]

Nate: Make your peace now, Chesney. (continues putting model together) Because if I see anything, anything I don't like...

[Chesney’s Room]

Chesney: Well, Mr. Ford it seems you've killed me after all.

[Leverage HQ]

Nate: Oh, I didn't kill you. God killed you. I just made sure it took. (hangs up)

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