#side view mirrors my besties too
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thank u to the person who invented the camera on the back of cars because lord knows i would fuck up a tendon contorting my neck to look back every time i had to back up
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Growing Pains
Pairing: Eddie x Reader
Word count: 2.2k
Notes: I’m gonna cry they don’t need to be THIS ATTRACTIVE, also boy did I NOT edit this 🥹🥹🥹 what a lovely lil request from my bestie who you know in this moment I’m realizing I don’t remember how to spell your user I’m sorry I love you 🤣🤣🤣 okay I checked it’s @chihard20
The day started out normal, waking up snuggled in Eddie’s arms as he nuzzled your neck. He was always affectionate in the mornings, too sleepy to really want anything but you.
“Mornin’ Gorgeous” He mumbles into your neck, his hands trailing down your sides until they reach your hips. His fingers splay out over your plush body as he guides you on top of him. You giggle into him, rolling your eyes as you sit up. He likes when your hair is all messy like that after waking up
“Good morning baby” You grin, your hands sliding over his torso before planting them firmly on his chest. He grins wickedly at the way your back arches, blushing a little in the process as you start to roll your hips in slow circles. He smirks, sliding his hands back up your sides and squeezing lightly
“Ow!” You flinch away from his touch, and he stops immediately, sitting up
“Y/N? Hey… what’s wrong?” He feels your sides again, this time a little slower and you wince when his hands flow over a certain spot. He lifts your shirt and looks, there’s a bruise there, and it’s hot to the touch.
“What the hell is this??” He asks, his voice dripping with worry. He pushes your hair gently out of your face and you lean into his touch
“Okay wait wait don’t worry, Buck and I were working out yesterday and he got me in the side. It was a total accident I forgot about it”
He rolls his eyes, pulling you in carefully to kiss you “Remind me to kick his ass when I see him” you giggle and kiss him back, your lips moving slowly against his
“Will do”
Eddie painstakingly tells you he doesn’t want to have sex, and you’re snickering through it the entire time he’s trying to reassure you. It’s not that he doesn’t want it, he just doesn’t want to hurt you or anything. You begrudgingly accept his reasoning and get out of bed.
He takes his time in a very…very cold shower, cursing Buck with every pass of the loofah on his skin and you take that time to get washed up. You stare in the mirror, you look a little pale… a little tired. Huh maybe you just didn’t get enough sleep? Eddie was… enthusiastic last night to say the least. You just decide to shrug it off and finish getting ready for work.
After a busy breakfast and goodbye kisses to Chris, you’re both out the door, Buck is actually on time for once and you climb into the jeep.
“Thanks a lot cock block” Eddie mumbles as soon as his seatbelt is on and you snort loudly, holding your side lightly
“Don’t make me laugh! It hurts!”
“What do you mean cock block. I specifically did not call you this morning because I know y’all get it on every five seconds!!”
“You hurt her side! I couldn’t…. You know when she’s hurting like that. What kind of a man would I be!” Eddie frowns at him, crossing his arms over his chest
Buck looks at you in the rear view mirror “Damn, I didn’t think I hit you that hard Y/N, I’m really sorry.”
You shrug your shoulders, the pain is starting to flare up a little more so you adjust your seatbelt to not be over it.
“Hey it’s okay! It truly was an accident Buck, don’t worry about Mr. Horndog he’ll get over it”
You and Buck spend the rest of the ride teasing Eddie and laughing at him and he threatens to break up with the both of you. He slouches down in his chair, his arms crossed and pouting like a little kid. It’s impossible for you and Buck to not laugh at him.
It isn’t until a couple hours into your shift you start sweating. It’s not unbearably hot like it could be in L.A so maybe it’s just a you problem. You sit in the break area with a fan in front of you, your head laying on the cool table, you don’t realize your eyes were closed until someone’s hand is on your back, rubbing soothing circles to rise you.
“Hey Y/N, Cap wants you to…” Chim looks at you, you look worse than you feel which is pretty hard to achieve right now.
“Eddie?? Hey Eddie come up here, quick!!” Chim calls over the railing before coming back to stand by you. He gets down on one knee, pushing your sweaty hair off your forehead
“Hey… hey kiddo what’s going on?” He asks you softly and you look at him, your eyes a little hazy.
“Chim?” You say softly, you move your head slowly to the sound of Eddie’s footsteps as he jogs over
“Baby?? Y/N what’s going on” He repeats the question and you look at him with those same hazy eyes. He looks worried sick. You can see the panic behind the mask. You try to push yourself up slowly, but curl back up in a ball, crying out in pain and holding your sides
Chimney gets up from the floor, running to the railing “Call an ambulance!! Hen we need you, bring your med pack”
Buck holds back Eddie, standing in front of him as you’re laid out on the floor. Hen needs room to assess you and Eddie can barely give it to her
“Hey, she’s gonna be fine, it’s gonna be okay” Buck says softly, holding his arms, he’s just as nervous. His hands are shaking and Eddie looks at him, taking a deep breath and nodding. He pushes Buck to the side but puts his arm around him too. He knows how much Buck loves you and he knows Buck is probably freaking out thinking he caused this.
“It looks like appendicitis” Hen says, looking up at the boys.
“Oh thank god. I thought I killed her. I can’t go to jail! I’m too pretty for jail!”
You wheeze with laughter but stiffen and hold your side again, Eddie whacks Buck’s torso
“Don’t make her laugh!”
The ambulance comes in record time and you’re loaded into it. Eddie gets in back, holding your hand tightly and kisses your knuckles softly. The team promises they’ll come to the hospital after their shift and Buck swears he’ll take care of Chris.
The ride there is a bit slower, and Eddie looks like he’s going to have an anxiety attack
“I’m stable. Stop worrying” your words are short puffs of air and Eddie lays his forehead on your arm
“God you scared me… you are scaring me” He whispers to you, can’t this thing go any faster?
“This happens to a hundred million billion people Eddie” your voice is soft “I’m gonna be okay”
“I’m not dating a hundred million billion people, I’m dating you. I’m loving you.”
Your heart flutters when he says that, you sniffle a little and he wipes away your tears.
“I love you too” you whisper back, closing your eyes slowly to rest
“…I love you guys too” Adam the paramedic wipes away a fake tear and you snicker, wincing and groaning in pain but it’s just too stupid not to laugh
“Don’t make her laugh!!!”
Buck is in the waiting room when Eddie is told he has to be there. His head snaps up and he gets up from his chair, Eddie hugs him tightly, patting him on the back
“What are you doing here?? I thought you were gonna watch Chris?”
“Isabel dropped by, and forced me out of the house” he chuckles, pulling away from Eddie.
“Said you shouldn’t be alone…Chris begged me to give this to Y/N, how could I refuse that face?”
Eddie sits in a chair and Buck plops down next to him, he passes him a piece of construction paper, Chris made a get well card, it’s got a picture of the two of them on the front cover. Eddie holds it, looking through it. God he couldn’t lose you, he should have been more serious about it earlier, maybe if he’d just asked a few more questions-
The card is snatched from his hands and he snaps out of it, Buck shakes it out. Eddie hadn’t even realized he was crying.
“There was nothing you could have done in the time you were with her to figure out it was appendicitis” He says firmly, giving Eddie no room to even fight it.
The wait isn’t long, two hours or so but it feels like so much longer to Eddie. He paces back and forth for a bit, before Buck gets up and trades places with him
“I’ll take a turn” he jokes a little and Eddie smiles sadly at him. Just glad he’s not alone anymore. He watches Buck pace slowly, breathing in time with his steps. He’s slouched in the chair, his arms crossed. He’d been in the same position this morning for more fun reasons and he wishes he could just go back to that.
“Mr. Diaz?” A doctor in scrubs comes out, taking off his bandanna. He sighs but smiles wearily at him. Eddie jumps out of his chair
“Is she okay? Please tell me she’s alive”
His voice cracks at the end of the sentence and Buck walks over, putting his arm around Eddie’s shoulders
“I’m Doctor Pascal. Of course she’s alive Mr. Diaz. She’s perfectly fine” He puts his hand on his arm and reassures him, a look of worry on his face
“Are you okay?” He asks, looking him over. Eddie is a wreck if he’s being honest. He nods fast, wiping the tears from his face
“I’m okay I’m fine. Can I see her? Can we see her?? Please”
Doctor Pascal gives Eddie another once over before nodding
“Yeah, yeah you can see her. But we only allow immediate family back there… so?” He looks at Buck kindly
“Oh I’m her boyfriend, he’s her husband”
Buck says it so calmly and smoothly, like he’s absolutely rehearsed this moment and was so ready for it
“Oh uh” Doctor Pascal just shrugs his shoulders “Follow me gentlemen”
Buck gives Eddie his biggest, shiniest smile and for the first time all afternoon Eddie laughs.
As soon as they all get to the room Buck is at your side, dramatically pushing Eddie out of the way, it makes you giggle and he cups your face in his hands, peppering little kisses all over
“Hi baby” he coos softly “It’s daddy Buck”
You snort and push his chest away, Eddie stands very still at the end of your bed, you look over to him, reaching your hand out weakly. You’re seeing two of him from the killer pain meds they gave you… but that just means you can see two equally as panicked faces
“I’m alive, Edmundo. I’m here” you say steadily and Buck kind of tugs him around the bed, joining your hands.
He finally snaps out of it, kicking off his shoes and climbing into bed with you. Dr. Pascal’s head snaps up from the computer
“Mr. Diaz wait you-“
Buck runs to the other side of the bed and helps you move over some, enough for Eddie to fit next to you. You wrap your arms around him so tightly, squeezing him as close as you can. You can feel tears falling onto your chest as you stroke his back, shushing him softly. He clings to you like his life depends on it and you understand that it probably does in this moment
“Just. Be careful with her okay?” Dr. Pascal scolds Eddie, who just nods slowly and gives him a thumbs up. The doctor leaves the room and you continue to stroke back, your hand trails up his neck and you start to play with his hair
“Daddy Buck?” You ask him, and you feel Eddie snicker into your neck
“I told Dr. Pascal I was your boyfriend and he was your husband
“You’ve been waiting to do that for so long how did it feel”
“Pretty triumphant not gonna lie”
You turn back to Eddie now, he finally pulls his face from your neck
“Hi”
“Hi”
He kisses you softly, it takes a second for your fuzzy brain before your lips respond to his, he slips off your heart monitor and holds it out to Buck who rolls his eyes and puts it on his own finger.
Eddie’s hand moves slowly over your body just feeling you. His hand settles on your chest right over your heartbeat and you smile softly, pulling away and taking his hand, kissing his palm
“Are you okay now?” You ask quietly and he sighs, nodding slowly
“I’m so glad you’re okay… I haven’t been that scared in a long time.”
“I know baby…but I’m okay now alright? I just have to heal”
“And I promise I’ll wait on you hand and foot. You won’t have to lift a finger” he kisses your forehead
“Hey! I’ll even stay over and watch Chris so you can take care of her” Buck offers, as he messes around on the computer
Eddie swats him away from the computer and you giggle
“Thanks Buck” He says sarcastically, but he means it, honestly.
“Hey it’s the least I can do for my partners!”
“Oh my god we’re not actually-“
Buck slaps his hand over Eddie’s mouth
“Do you want them to find out and kick me out?!”
#words by rhys#eddie diaz#eddie diaz x reader#evan buckley#9 1 1#9 1 1 abc#9 1 1 fanfiction#911 x reader#causally writes this as if I don’t have an entire series going on#*hyena laughing*
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TBB S3 Ep 5 Thoughts!!
Love Omega’s new outfit
Batcher hanging out with Cross then, I see
Cross is like the dad who continuesly goes “NO PET” and then when you do get a pet they’re suddenly besties
“ITS ECHO” “perfect”
Ah, the duality of man
Love how there’s no end to this dynamic
“What? No hug for me?” “That depends how good your intel is.”
LOVE Echo matching Cross’s causal sass
These two are gonna push against each other a lot huh?
Yanno, given all the promo material, I was kinda expecting Rex to be with Echo when he arrived (hoping phi, the word is hoping.) (she’s delulu.)
“Especially without Tech” 😭😭😭😭
No surprise reactions from Cross through. Means he already knows.
But also, Cross coming in with the solve <3
Is Hunter,,,, JEALOUS??? of the fact that Omega is spending so much time with Cross? Like that SIDEYE when they walked past each other on the platform
Like, God forbid Omega spent time with the member of the squad who everybody is always suspicious of and spends the most time alone
BUT ALSO!!!
“Don’t hold it against him. His only worried about you.” CROSS YOU BIG ‘OL SOFTY!!!
“I’m older than you are, little brother.”
THE CHUCKLE
AND WRECKER GIVING BACK CROSS’S ARMOUR AAAAAAAHHHH
oooohhh the girls are fighting
“Hey, kill each other later.” SIR THE WAY I CACKLED BYE ✋🏻
“He started it.” Sir, are you 5?
MAYDAY’S HELMET
Echo not wanting Omega to see the straight up Bitch fight between Hunter and Cross
TELL HIM CROSSHAIR!!!!!
Jesus Christ, fucking finally
I wrote a post at some point about Cross becoming the mirror held up to Hunter in which he can view his own shortcomings because of his adamant refusal to change AND ITS HAPPENING
“I risked everything to send you that message and you ignored it.” THIS
Hunter’s mistrust in Cross played a big part in Omega getting captured, but also ofc Cross thinks the message was fully ignored, because no one came to save him either
Also Cross just not hiding anymore that he’s always cared for Omega too I LOVE
Love how quick they put that plan together
Batch is Batching :) (almost) (Tech, my love, come back)
“We’ll try to dig through.” “You’ll try?” “Glad you heard me properly.” I AM WHEEZING
Cross patting Batcher
BIG ‘OL SOFTY
Say did Hunter abandon the bandana for a god damn leather strap
wtf
Cross and Hunter walking back to base side by side, when the last time Cross was walking back to this base was with Mayday dying in his arms🥺
Wrecker hugging them both
AAAAAHHH
“See? They always work it out. And I don’t even see any blood this time.”
EXCUSE ME??
i am worried.
Blood??
Was typical??
Jesus Christ
Don’t know how much I appreciate Hunter getting on a high horse and giving Cross advice
Bird flying away from Cross After always being with him on that base, like the shadows of his past leaving his life, now that this period of his life is over (also sun setting, signifying the day is over)
Good symbolism yes
Okokok good episode! Tbh I thought “The Return” would be Echo’s permanent return to the Batch, but narratively that wouldn’t’ve made sense for him anyway. And I am LOVING the fact that it is actually Crosshair’s return to the turning point in his life, followed by his full return to the batch. Like yeah, last ep they re-met, but he hadn’t fully arrived until the end of this episode and GAAAAHHH I love it!
Also the dialogue is just totally A1 chefs kiss mwah this season (or maybe I just appreciate sarcasm)
Loved this one!! Would love to tag Saturn and Steph because I wanna see their thoughts of Echo being back but idk if they’ve seen the ep already and I don’t wanna spoil them so,,, idk guys if you see this hmu lol
#LOVED THIS ONE#good storyline good symbolism good dialogue#they are stepping UP this season#and that confrontation between cross and hunter?#gonna go rewatch that now bc that was some good shit there#star wars#the bad batch#sw tbb#tbb crosshair#tbb Omega#tbb wrecker#tbb Echo#tbb Hunter#tbb s3#tbb s3 spoilers#tbb spoilers
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Rachel Daly x Millie Bright x Reader
Part Four - Departure
Posted: 22/04/23, Edited: 24/09/23
AN: Thank you to @ac3may for the late night brainstorming sessions for this series 💜
“I’m gonna miss you sooo much!” Rachel whined from the drivers side of the car. “We’re only going for a week Rach!” Millie chimed from the back seat, poking fun at her best friend’s need to have you around 24/7. “You’re not in love, you don’t understand!” your girlfriend snapped in jest, “well that’s a bit rude” Millie muttered to herself barely in earshot but just loud enough that you heard her. “This is the longest we’ve ever been apart!” Rachel’s whining continued as she placed a hand on your knee which you ignored. She’d been determined to wind you up since last night and was getting on your last nerve, “I can’t remember the last holiday I went on” sighing as you continued to daydream out of the window at the passing scenery. “Oh okay, do I not exist? Can nobody hear me?” Rachel looked around the car at the two girls next to her dramatically. Rolling your eyes before turning your head to look at your woman, “so this is my life is it? Stuck to you forever?” your side eye burned a hole in her head partnered with a smirk to show you’re playing with her. “We haven’t even been on holiday together yet and you’re going with Millie! I heard that eye roll by the way. I’ve lost count of how many eye rolls you’ve done during this journey!” Rachel’s tone jokey but extremely jealous you were going away without her. “Oh my god you needy little bitch!” Millie straight face stared at her bestie in the rear view mirror. “Do you know how badly I need a holiday!?” “Yes! You don’t shut up about it! When you get to Champion’s League, then you can have a holiday!” Millie swiped at her causing you to smack a hand over your mouth to hide the giggle coming from within. Rachel’s hand tightened the grip on your knee hearing you trying to hold back your laughter, knowing all too well that once one of you starts laughing, you’re all gonna set off and once you three start, there’s no stopping you. “Well I’m sure you two will have a looovely time without me” Rach continued sarcastically “just think of me when you’re soaking up that sun yeah! You sure as hell need some Brighty!” The banter inside the car was too much for your hand to hold back as the laughs came flooding out of your mouth making the other two to erupt in laughter as well. “In all seriousness though..” Millie leant through the middle to look at Rach “we won’t miss ya!” she mocked, trying her best to act serious but struggled to keep a straight face as Rach attempted to swipe at her behind the seat. “Wooow okay, maybe I’ll find a new best friend and girlfriend while you’re away” she said acting smug with herself. “I’d like to see you try and find someone that’ll put up with all your crap!” you hit back at her as you interlocked your fingers with hers. “I think you’re both being very rude!” Rachel ended in a silly voice as she pulled into the airport car park.
Chelsea lost the first leg of the Champions League semi final which you all watched together the day before. Even though she was injured, Millie was always going to go to Barcelona with the girls but with so many players injured, there was plenty of free space on the plane and she’d managed to blag you on. Who says no to a free holiday? No one, that’s who. Rach had encouraged you into going and was excited until you got in the car this morning and started to act unbearably needy. It was cute really but you liked playing with her, she knew you’d miss her too but at the moment you were having fun with it.
Lugging the bags out of the car Millie walked away to take a phone call leaving you and Rach alone. Sinking into the boot of the car you took a moment to say goodbye “I am gonna miss you yknow” you said stroking her forearm knowing it makes her feel tingly. “Of course I do, you don’t hide it very well” she winked as her elbow prodded your ribs. “Don’t do that when I’m leaving” you shoved her shoulder gently “what? Wink?” she pushed as she winked harder and repetitively in your face causing you to push her away with more force, “okay you ruined the moment! My last memory of you won’t be my hot and sexy girlfriend, it’ll be the pain in the arse I somehow fell in love with!” you laughed. “Oh you know exactly how you fell in love with me” her sultry tone paired with her bedroom eyes came as close to your face as possible without actually touching you, making your stomach do somersaults and resisting her impossible. Grabbing the back of her neck you pulled her into a slow and passionate kiss goodbye.
“Ahem” the sound of Millie making her presence known broke you both apart “we’re boarding, we better go”.
Rachel carried your bag and held your hand tightly through the terminal until you reached the gate where the team were congregated. Passport in hand you hugged your girl as the team filed through border control, there were club photographers and social media personnel everywhere. Assuming Rach wouldn’t want to kiss you on camera you said goodbye and turned to join the queue. You should have known Rachel wasn’t going to have any of that as she grabbed your wrist pulling you back towards her and embracing you one last time, feeling flashes of light on your skin as your lips locked together. “I’ll miss you princess” your speech soft and a little emotional as you tucked her hair behind her ear. “Have an amazing time beautiful, I love you so much” was her response and with that you were swept through to the plane tunnel, “I love you more!” you called out to her as the door closed. “Never” Rachel smiled under her breath, the distance between you already making your love for each other grow fonder, something you didn’t think possible.
Part Five - So Far Removed
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Rear View Mirror
Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x fem!pilot reader
Warnings: 18+, call sign is “Ghost”, flirting, praise, piv sex, choking, fingers in mouth, authority kink, not drunk fucking just a lil drinking
Summary: basically… you’re called back to Top Gun, you go to the Hard Deck and see old friends, you see Roos, you have some fun with your old bestie! ;)
A/N: i love this plot so I think i’m gonna do one for Hangman and Bob! Also, in all of my Top Gun content, readers call sign will always be Ghost
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I don’t know how long it’s been since my last time at the Hard Deck, but here I am dressed in the skin tight khaki uniform. My last name stitched onto a patch along with other Navy and Top Gun patches.
I took a deep breath of the salty hot air as I opened the door to the bar. The air was even hotter in the Hard Deck due to all the bodies crammed into the small bar.
My eyes looked side to side, trying to find at least one person that I knew. That was until my eyes locked on the familiar dark brown slick bun and a tall-cocky-blond.
“Phoenix!” I practically screamed when I saw her playing billiards.
Before she took a shot at the ball she scanned the room and found my eyes. We ran up to each other and jumped like little girls.
“This is a sight to see” Hangman smirked at he leaned against the table.
“It’s nice to see you too Jake!” I playfully rolled my eyes before I opened my arms to pull him into a hug.
I quickly said my hellos to everyone and gave quick introductions before I went to Penny to order myself a drink.
“Where’s your best friend?” Penny asked as she was fixing up my drink.
My eyebrows furrowed until I was able to comprehend it.
“I don’t know where Roos is. Hell, he might be across the world right now!” we both chuckled.
I thanked Penny and went back to the group who was talking to Bob, something about his boring call sign. We all were talking about what his callsign meant, Bob and I more into it than the others since I was one of the pilots who gave him the name of Baby On Board.
Phoenix, Hangman, and the others go silent, pausing the conversation with Bob. Bob and I look at each other confused until we follow their eyes to the man that just arrived.
I quickly hand my drink to Bob and fast walk to the man at the entrance.
“Here we go.” I hear Hangman mumble behind me but I ignore it.
“Bradley Fucking Bradshaw always making a grand entrance!” I weaved through the sweaty bodies.
“You know I had to” he rolled his eyes behind his aviators. “Come here Ghost!”
His arms gripped my waist, hugging me and pulling me off of the floor. My arms tight around his neck, my fingers toying around with the collar of his Hawaiian shirt.
“Missed you Roos!” I mumbled into his neck as I took in the familiar scent.
He put me down and dusted my shoulders to make me look pristine again.
“It’s not nice to lie Ghost.” he playfully said.
“C’mon let’s bring you to the gang!” I grabbed his hand and pulled him through the crowd, he gave waves and smiles to other familiar faces.
After I bring him to the team, Roos catches up with everyone and slides in some bickering with Jake just like how it was a few years ago.
I quietly sneak off to get Roos a beer from Penny, taking my time since I know she is going to be asking questions or making assumptions.
“You know he’s happier when he’s with you.” the blonde said as she was shaking a drink.
“No, he’s happy whenever he is in the air.” I smiled as I sipped my drink.
Bradshaw has been my best friend ever since we met each other at the Naval Academy a few years back. I knew that Maverick pulled his papers and how he holds him accountable for Goose’s death.
I’ve always thought Roos was an amazing person, I’d be lying if I said that I never imagined a future with him. He’s my best friend though, gotta keep it that way.
I was pulled out of my thoughts when I hear the sound of slightly out of tune piano keys, everyone beginning to crowd the old rustic piano.
Penny slides me Roos’s beer and I make my way to the piano, pushing through to see that the one and only Bradley is doing his little performance.
“You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain!”
I stood behind Phoenix with my free hand on her shoulder as we all start to sing along.
“Too much loves drives a man insane!”
Roosters eyes met mine, his hands never failing on the ivory keys. His head motions for me to sit on the bench with him. Phoenix lightly pushed me into the circle, and I playfully flipped her the bird.
I put his beer on the top of the piano and took a seat on the rickety bench next to Rooster. His body moving along the piano made the bench unstable, the wooden legs ready to unscrew from the movement.
“You broke my will, but what a thrill!” he sang out, his head tilting back.
The sun beamed perfectly on him though the window, the sweaty glow on his face and chest made him look godly.
He quickly took his hands off of the keys and cupped my face. “Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire!”
He went back to playing and singing his heart out for the crowd. All of us Navy’s and military were singing along with him. I was distracted by how fast his fingers were playing and how his sweat traces down his veins on his neck.
This man was a beauty and he knows it. I’m pretty sure he saw me admiring him the whole song.
Just like that, the song was done. The crowd cheered for him, patting him on the back and girls swooning.
He turned his body towards mine, our knees touching. I about to overheat in my uniform.
“Did you like it?” he asked, extending his swole arm to grab the beer I’ve gotten for him.
“Hmm. I think you were a little pitchy.” I sarcastically shrugged my shoulders.
“C’mon you love it when I sing to you.” he put his arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to him to the point where he rests his head on top of mine.
“Maybe you’re thinking about some other Navy gal.”
He pulls his head off of mine and brought his lips to my ear.
“I only think about you.” his voice went an octave lower before leaving a peck behind my ear, his mustache tickling me.
I was used to this, we always talked to each other like this. Always little flirty remarks like we were teens. It made me blush, he made me feel like I was a high school girl sneaking out with one of the bad boys.
“Sure you do Roos.” I sent him a wink before I stood up off the bench, leaving him to use the bathroom.
When I was leaving out the bathroom, Roos snuck up behind me. He looped his fingers around the belt loop on the small of my back as we walked back to the crowded bar.
It was always the little gestures that he did, that got me the most.
I saw that Bob was now playing pool with FanBoy so I led us there. Roos sat down on a wooden stool and pulled me by my belt loops between his widened legs.
His arm wrapped over my collarbones and his hand resting on my shoulder, while he tips his beer back in his other hand. I can feel his chest rise and fall against my back.
Phoenix came up to us with a surprised look on her face. “Did you guys know that Bob was in the same TopGun class with us the whole time?”
The others were agreeing with the question she had just asked.
“Yeah I know Robert.” I said as I sent him a wave before he hit his ball.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
I felt Rooster’s chest vibrate from his chuckle.
“Hey. How about we go on a drive?” he whispered into my ear.
“What car did you bring?” I asked with a smile that he couldn't see.
“You know, just that lovely blue Ford Bronco that you love so much.” his voice was deep, trying to keep quiet so none of the others can hear.
I turn my head to face him, smile wide on my face.
“You know I love rides in the Bronco!” I leaned off of him and grabbed his hand, pulling him out of the bar.
The cool salty air hitting my face was refreshing after being in tight and sweaty Navy uniforms.
Once we reached his blue Bronco, I leaned against the rear looking up at Rooster with heavy eyelids as he smiled down at me.
“You drive since you only had half a beer!” I pushed his chest, running to the passenger side.
I heard him sigh in sarcasm knowing that he would never let me drive his car, it was like one of his most prized possessions. I swung my legs up and sat in the leather passengers seat.
My fingers traces around the modern interior that matched perfectly with the vintage exterior. The cream leather seats were warm from the setting sun.
“Where to Ghost?” he closed the door and started the engine, also checking to make sure my seat belt is on.
“Depends on how much gas you got.” I joked, leaning my seat back just slightly and taking off my shoes so I can rest them on my seat.
“Anywhere it is.” he started exiting the parking lot, turning on some music and rolling down the windows.
The sunset was absolutely gorgeous on the horizon of the water.
I turned my body to look at Roos who kept his eyes on the road and his fingers drummed against the steering wheel.
“What you staring at?” he asked, giving me a quick look.
“Just admiring.” my chin rested on my hand on top of the center console.
I can feel that the few drinks I had were getting too me, I can definitely feel the confidence that it usually gave me.
“What you admiring?” he asked, his signature smirk was plastered on his face.
“Your hair and how I want it between my fingers, your lips and how soft they would be against mine.”
“Oh yeah?” he shifted in his seat, his shorts getting uncomfortably tight for him.
“Yeah and your lap, and how I wanna get off on it. Your fingers and how I want them in my mouth.”
Damn, alcohol can really get to you.
“Get in the back.” I didn't even notice that he parked. We were in a secluded area off the road that looked over the beach.
I nodded at him, unbuckling my seat belt and eagerly crawling over the center console to the back seats.
He was still in the drivers seat, adjusting the rear view mirror to see me.
“Take off everything but your panties and tank top.” he demanded.
I listened and stripped down to my tank top and underwear, throwing my clothes to the front passenger seat.
He got out of the drivers seat and opened the back door to me, getting in with me.
“Look at you, listening so well.” he chuckled, his callused hand rubbing against my ass, giving squeezes here and there.
“Yes Lieutenant.” he groaned at the ranking.
He grabbed my hips, lifting me up and sliding his body under mine. The middle seat gave us the perfect view of the scenery. His large hands pushed down the top of my back, my chest against the center console and my ass up in the air.
I can hear the clanking of his belt and his fingers struggling to pull down his shorts and boxers. I peek under my chest, getting a few of Roos fisting his cock.
It was thick, veins all over, and it was eager. The head was almost purple and it stood tall and proud. His groans were pornographic.
His free hand traced up my inner thigh and to my clothed entrance. His finger rubbed against the slick of my lace.
“Who got you this wet?” his voice was low and his eyes trained on his fingers playing with the juices soaking through.
“You did Lieutenant.” my moans were quiet.
“Are you good with this Ghost?” he was talking regular now, making sure that I had a choice to back out if I wanted.
“Im sure Roos.” I reached my arm back, rubbing at his knee to assure him.
He wrapped his arm around my collarbones, pulling me up against his chest. “Good.” Our eyes met in the rear view mirror, his lips against my neck.
His mustache scratching and tickling my skin, his mouth nipping at my skin and littering it with marks.
The tip of his cock rubbed over my slit, nudging against my opening. He pulled me down against him, his cock slowly filling me as I sat on his lap.
“Fuck, it’s like you’re made for my cock. Such a snug fit.” he groaned out, my body still adjusting to his thick size.
I circled my hips, begging for him to move. He got the hint and began to thrust from under me, pushing me up then pulling me down on his dick. We were in sync.
Our moans filling up the car.
My ass bounced on him, rippling with every time I was pulled down to meet his skin. His eyes trained on his cock disappearing inside of me and the string of juices.
“Cmon Lieutenant. Fuck me rough.” I rasped out, my throat raw from all of the moaning.
He bent me over the trucks center console, his fingers making their way into my mouth, and his eyes trained on mine through the rear view mirror. His lower lip trapped between his teeth as he focused on the feeling.
“Right there!” I mumbled out through his fingers. My saliva spilling out of my mouth, onto my chin and down his wrist.
His hips were snapping roughly into me, the sound of skin slapping. His cock me raw from the dragging inside me.
“Look at you. Got my fingers all soaked and my cock too.” he smirked at me through the mirror, my mouth lips plump and eyes teary.
He took his fingers out of my mouth, bringing them down to my clit. My saliva mixing with my slick as he rubbed on my puffy sensitive nerves.
“Fuck fuck fuck.” I wailed, the tears running down my cheeks and staining them. My legs closing from the intensity.
I clenched down on him, my orgasm so close.
“Almost there. A-almost.” his voice stuttered and so did his thrusts.
With a few more snaps, my vision went white and my moans were loud. My legs and body shaking from release and adrenaline. His groans were deep, being vocal in my ear.
“Good girl.” he groaned out in pleasure, pulling out of me.
I whined at the empty feeling, his cum spilling out of my abused hole. His hand rubbing at my back, trying to get me to calm down.
“Fuck Roos.” I panted, my slick back bun now messy and drenched in sweat.
“Let’s go back to my house and get you all freshened up.” he hummed, using his shirt to wipe up our mess.
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hi bitch, i'm back because Gio got me in my feels.
can I get mirror sex, with phrase #57 plsss! maybe reader was too touchy with Jube Jube?? they get home, gio mentions the situation. reader gets bent out of shape because its not like that even tho Jube is soooo muthafuckin fioneee?? so like I need it rough bitch, hair pulling, choking, maybe even some spanking??? some name calling but keep it sexy ??? - you already know who this is :))))))
banger bestie, per usual // prompt: “I thought you learned your lesson the last time you made me jealous.”
Gio could hear your giggles from outside the locker room, he wasn't sure what you were doing that would have you giggling like that but he was about to find out. The moment he steps out, he sees his teammate, Jude, spinning you around, the two of you giggling as Jude pulls you back to him, your hand on his chest when you stop.
"What's going on here?" he asked, looking at you.
"Oh, Jude was just showing me a dance move," you giggled, smacking jude's arm as he whispered something to you.
Gio nods, a bit confused considering he doesn't usually see Jude once, let alone with his girlfriend. "Well, are you ready?"
You looked at him, brows furrowed. "Ready?"
"To go home."
"Oh," you nodded, smiling at him before turning back to Jude to say goodbye.
The two of you head home, Gio was quiet the whole drive home. You could feel the tension but you couldn't quite figure out what was wrong with him. You left him alone, relaxing in bed while he took a shower, usually he'd jump into bed with you after a shower but you looked at him and he looked away.
"Okay seriously, what's your issue?"
"What?" Gio asks and you get up, walking over to him while he was at the dresser. "What's your problem? It's like you've got a stick up your ass."
"I don't," he turns away from you. You grab his arm, "I know it's not nothing."
Gio finally snaps, grabbing you and pulling you to him, his hand wrapping around your throat. “I thought you learned your lesson the last time you made me jealous.”
You look at him, biting back a smile. "Hm?"
"I don't wanna see you around Jude again." He says, turning you around to bend you over the dresser.
Gio's hand rests on your waist before moving down the front of your panties, fingers working in all the magical ways they did. Your head leaned back against him as your eyes flutter closed but Gio's free hand grabs your jaw, pulling you to look in the mirror. His knee slotted between your thighs, pushing your legs apart.
“Look.” He tells you.
The outline of his hand pulls your attention, no matter how much you wanted to look away, you couldn’t bring yourself too.
Gio pushes you down towards the counter, you prop yourself up on your forearms, eyes fixed on anything but what Gio was doing behind you.
“Did I tell you to stop looking ?” He asks, moving your panties to the side.
“What are you-“
“Gonna show you exactly how a slut should be treated hm?” He leans down to press a kiss to your back, pushing into you and your hips hit the counter top. “See,” he mumbles, glancing down between the two of you before his eyes meet yours in the mirror.
The knot in your stomach tightens. Per usual, Gio towers over you and his large hand covers your hip. Your body doesn’t even block his hips from view when he fucks you.
The two of you in sync, your boyfriend’s chest pressed to your back as you came down from your orgasm.
He peppered kisses all over your back, rubbing your side softly. “Baby ?” He calls and you hum, still leaning on the counter. “You alright?”
"Mhm hm," you giggled, reaching back to touch his face. Gio pressed a kiss to your cheek.
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Hey so this might be a weird ask but this is something that's been plaguing me for a while.
I was wondering if you could give any writing tips for Yeva to me?
I'm currently writing a fic and it's at the prequel phase which obviously means I gotta include Yeva in it, already have, but I'm not really sure how to write her.
I'd also love to go more in depth with her husband and how she interacts with, both pre and post planet explosion.
Sorry if you can't really answer this ask, just figured I'd ask the #1 Yeva fan for ideas about it.
Also while I'm here, thank you for discovering that site 48 paper. I saw some stuff on that bulletin board I wanted to check out but I just couldn't read it so in a theory video I made I asked if anyone could look at it, obviously with only like 200 views no one did but I'm glad you checked it out. Super intriguing to me and something I def want to expand on in my fic.
Anyways, thanks for checking this out and keep doing what you're doing, someone's gotta be the #1 fan of my second favorite traumatized Russian robot and I'd say you're doing a damn good job.
*cracks necks and knuckles*
You came to the right place buddy.
Also, nice! Great seeing someone who likes Yeva a lot :3
Anyways now you gotta keep in mind this what I’ve gathered from Yeva, is a mix of my interpretation of what is shown off her in canon and my HCs
Yeva is also a character that can have many different interpretations which most of them IMO are valid and make sense
Now I assume you want me to help you developing her personality wise, correct?
I think Yeva is definitely someone that is the opposite of Nori, perhaps even a reflection of Nori.
Just like Uzi is a reflection of Doll, I’ve mentioned in one of my posts that each member of the Doorman’s and each member of Doll’s family could actually mirror to eachother!
So i think it’s pretty obvious that Yeva is a rather perhaps, a cold person. Doesn’t express much or isn’t the one to usually smile or be happy go lucky or interact with people all the time, that’s Nori’s thing
Doll could actually show off some characteristics she inherited from her mom apart from the looks and the AS
Probably she is aloof, brooding, speaks very little and only necessarily, her voice rarely showing much emotion. She isn’t the kind to approach or make the first move unless it is absolutely necessary, she is the kind of person to hang out by someone’s side, rather than taking the spotlight.
Of course that doesn’t mean she is devoid of emotion, she is just isn’t a very expressive and open person, normally.
Or maybe she does likes to sometimes show off some skills she has, maybe to make some of her colleagues to back off during her time at the labs/camps used her AS.
Her EP7 teaser appearance tbh screams to me “Idgaf about ur annoying ass” energy, like she will stare at you and judge everything wrong with you, I can see her definitely being snarky when she has too
Of EP4 and EP6 show that she is still able to feel intense emotions and express them even if it isn’t her thing. After all she is going through very traumatic situations in both EPs.
Maybe you could play with then idea of her showing different sides of her depending on who she interacts. Maybe she more emotional and slightly more open towards her husband and doll, and with nori (pre-core collapse) she is a bit more reserved but still somewhat sassy and snarky, like in a bestie way.
Now some people see her basically as an anxious wet cat and a bit paranoid. Which I can also see that, mostly due to the AS and after witnessing the horrors after the core collapse, I personally think she is aware on how dangerous the AS is, mostly by possibility witnessing Nori’s possession and she herself getting momentarily possessed causing the site-48 incident
She is clearly a traumatized woman who knows how badly the AS can be, and has probably developed certain coping mechanisms like other characters, maybe some of her stand-off-ish characteristics are a way for her to “shield” herself or to not feel so much pain.
She may be someone who is stuck in the past, or is having a hard time to moving on, which tbh I cannot blame her. This is mostly an inference from the fact she kept the exact same outfit she had at CFL, unlike Nori possibly.
I can also see her having a progressive change of character/personality the more shit she has to deal with, going from a cold, snarky, resting bitch face girlboss to an anxious, traumatized, low socializing woman.
Or again, these are different sides she shows in different moments or characters, maybe she sometimes “cracks” and shows how truly she subconsciously feels sometimes.
Its also worth mentioning that my theory, her dying outside possibly looking for answers or a cure for the AS or something that could stop the AS’s plans by going back to the labs truly shows she was willing to take the risk of death for the sake of her family and maybe the other WD’s.
I feel like she wanted to give Doll everything that she never had, giving her the best life, she could also be a sort of slightly reserved mom but like still cares for her kid.
I can also see her teaching her early on how to handle herself on her own and survive. Definitely see her as someone who taught Doll to keep herself as 1st priority.
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𓂃 ៸៸ new romantics. ❝ cause baby i could build a castle out of all the bricks they threw at me and every day is like a battle but every night with us is like a dream ❞
⠀ ★ ៹ YOUTUBE ﹐ UPDATE ✦ . . . !
2023 © btsnvra
ⓘ : english ╱ korean
𖥔 𖥦 TITLE — new romantics
𖥔 𖥦 SUMMARY — in which nara happens to be in la, and so is hyerim, and coincidentally so is taylor swift! so nara decides to take her best friend to a taylor swift concert for her birthday.
𖥔 𖥦 CHARACTERS — jung nara and lee hyerim ❪ her best friend ❫
𖥔 𖥦 WARNINGS — nothing really, just crying tears of joy 😻🤞🏽
𖥔 𖥦 WORD COUNT — 0.627k
𖥔 𖥦 AUTHOR’S NOTE — since I’m not in the mood to continue chasing pavements as of rn why not start a new drabble 🤭🤭
𖥔 𖥦 MINI PLAYLIST
𓂅 ✿ … New Romantics by Taylor Swift
𓂅 ✿ … You Get Me So High by The Neighborhood
𓂅 ✿ … Viva La Vida by ColdPlay
“Hi everyone! Welcome back to my channel! If you don’t know who I am, my name is Hyerim Lee and we have fun over here” Hyerim smiles.
“As you can tell by the title it is my birthday today— yay!!” Hyerim says as she starts to get her makeup bags and tools ready for the look she was going for today.
“I think I’m just going to have some lunch with friends today and then truly celebrate when my family flies from Korea to L.A” she continues, Hyerim then heard her doorbell ring. “Oh I didn’t expect any visitors..?” She says confused and gets up from her setup at her vanity mirror.
“NO WAY” “YES WAY!” Was the only thing the views could hear, they couldn’t see anything other than Hyerim’s filming room as she left the camera there.
“Okay guys.., I’m back and with a special guest! Please welcome worldwide sensation the it girl, Nara Jung” Hyerim said as she edited “Megatron” by Nicki Minaj when she walked in. “Wait.. fit check! Do we like it?” Nara spoke and stood infront of the camera. “It’s a bit basic I ain’t gonna lie to you Na.” Hyerim told her, Nara side eyed her and said “well of course! That’s because I am not ready yet and that’s mainly because I have a surprise for you my dear best friend”
“What is it? It better not be like last year when you pied my face in..” she spoke suspiciously. “No of course not! I would never do the same prank twice I thought you were my bestie” she says fake crying and wiping a “tear” causing Hyerim to roll her eyes.
“Anyways! Who is your favorite artist like ever Hye?” “Beyoncè.” “After Queen Bey.” Nara asked “ummm Taylor Swift” said Hyerim. “What if I told you that I may or may not have tickets to Taylor Swift’s concert here in L.A just for your birthday.” She smiled at her best friend.
“NO WAY! YOU’RE LYING” Hyerim said covering her mouth, almost falling to her knees. Nara went close to her ear and whispered “take this as a birthday gift from JK and I because he got these for me to give to you so that we both can go because he knows how much we love Taylor.” “Tell him I will never sneak diss him when he makes you mad ever again please” she whispered back, laughing.
“You guys.. I am about to cry she for real got me Taylor Swift concert tickets I feel like I can kiss her right now.” Hyerim said tearing up a little.
Cut Scene to the girls getting ready and driving to the concert! She wasn’t able to film absolutely everything when they arrived but she did record them singing august and all too well. Even though Nara was herself a huge artist she was met with huge FOMO because she has been a fan of taylor swift since she was 13, looking up the female artist and almost squealed when she and the boys met her in 2018. She even almost fainted when Taylor followed her back on Instagram.
To Hyerim, this was one of the best birthday’s ever for her, she remembers having karaoke nights with Nara on their sleepovers and each other houses and singing Taylor’s album up until 2019, when she moved to L.A but when Hyerim visits her hometown when on vacation they try to have as much sleepovers as possible.
The two girls posts clips and pictures of them at the concert on their Instagram stories, immediately having accounts like PopBase post that they were at the star’s concert. They knew this night would go down as one of the best memories they have with each other.
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Anonymous OC question of the day!
If you could make a character real, which of your OCs would be:
your bestie
your spouse/partner
your secret lover!
your friendly rival
your enemy!
BONUS: do this for other people’s OCs too!
Pass the game along (anonymously or not)
oohhh what a thought provoking game!
my bestie
i would probably go with beth. she is pretty introverted like myself, but will absloutely defend her (correct) opinion with her life. she isn't afraid to stand up for what's right and has morals that align closely to my own.
my spouse
who doesn't want a man that's entire purpose is making you happy? so i'm definitely going with my wife-man lawrence. although, it's kind of funny, i only recently realized that some lawrence's quirks mirror my fiance's and i basically already have my own modern day lawrence.
my secret lover
this is 100% my girl millie. there is something about her that makes me feel like she would perfect for this type of thing. it might be her eyes? they're so expressive and alluring to me, i just can't help but have a crush on her. which, fun fact, i actually toyed with the idea of giving this type of plot to winifred & millie but realized it would be more to please my own curiosity of what dating millie would be like vs something i could actually see winifred doing.
my friendly rival
this archetype was basically made for valerie's hard headed ass. she is sweet & caring in her own way but jesus does that woman love a good argument. she, like beth, is also very opinionated but way more close minded. she has sort of an old fashioned way of viewing things and in modern day, she would probably be considered a bit of a pick me lol
my enemy
this one will probably come as a shock to y'all but it would probably be winifred. we're alike in many ways & i don't tend to get along with other people that are too similar to me tbh. i think we both are too antisocial for own good that a friendship with winifred would just turn into us ignoring each other for months at a time, and eventually turn into us thinking we didn't like each other anymore. although, i will say, enemy is a bit of a strong word to use here & i don't think i'd be TRUE enemies with any of our main cast (some of these new side characters though.....most definitely)
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MOSQUITO
PAIRING: karina x gn/afab!reader
GENRE: fluff, angst?, some smau
WARNINGS: none
DESCRIPTION: karina doesn’t know how to handle her best friends attention belonging to someone else.
WORDCOUNT: 736
a/n: this is a flashback. this was so much fun to write. obviously this is from karinas point of view. i hope u like it as much as i enjoyed writing it. this has quotes from the english translation of ‘Mosquito’ by Red Velvet
Y/N and I were like two peas in a pod for years and years until they met her. Gaeul came into my life and crashed what I had built. Y/N was my best friend and now they’re spending all their time on her. You’re shattering my peace, this isn’t like me at all.
‘When I Was Young’ blasted through my speakers in an attempt to block out the feelings gnawing at me. Trying to come up with an excuse to hangout Y/N was hard enough without Gaeul coming in the way and it’s just becoming increasingly harder by everyday.
I hear my phone vibrating from the place on my bed I left it in before my scheduled appointment with overthinking.
As soon as I see their post of Gaeul I can’t help but feel jealous. That should be me. Y/N used to post stuff like this about me and now it’s all Gaeul this and Gaeul that.
“i may need a lyrics sheet but i don’t need a Love sheet” Who even says that? So incredibly cliché. What’s even worse is that I have no actual reason to hate her. She’s beautiful, talented and kind and all I can respond back with is “That’s so cringe.”. That in itself is cringe. Y/N is lucky to have her besides, we’re just friends after all.
A couple of days pass with the same routine of self pity. Y/N seems happy so as their best friend I should be happy for them too, right? Well that’s easier said than done. Every time I see Y/N I feel fuzzy and warm. Butterflies swarm in my stomach when they laugh, just thinking about their smiles brings a small one to my face.
You make me wonder what our relationship really is. Do I like you? If Gaeul wasn’t in the picture, would you like me? This isn’t fun will you stop. I wish things were back to normal. I yet again hear my phone vibrating. I get up to check the cause of the small noise and see what I, to my dismay, have grown used to seeing.
“day with my ☀️”
“always so much fun with you<3”
I read and reread the two simple sentences over and over again. My head is spinning with the sentence.
“Always so much fun with you”. That’s right. It’s always her. So much fun with her. This is a one-sided ticklish relationship and I’m sick of being the one without someone who loves me.
I decided that sulking around wasn’t going to get me anywhere and that I desperately needed a “me” day. I walked to a small area close to my neighborhood. Cats riddled the streets as I made my way down them. When I arrived at ‘Moonlight Melody’ I ordered a brown sugar boba and sat down in a lounge chair with only a small table and a mirror close to it.
If Y/N was here they would say ‘This mirror is perfect for selfies’, just the thought immediately sends me into action. I feel silly posing for my photos alone in public but that doesn’t hinder me. Suddenly I hear my order being called as I was finishing up taking photos. I pick out my favorite selfie of the day and swiftly take a picture of my chilly drink, maybe boba wasn’t the best beverage for November weather, and I post them on Twitter.
Reading the words “my bestie💗” shouldn’t hurt as much as they do. That’s what we are, best friends. I close my eyes trying to shut out the world. Why does being in love with someone hurt so much? As I drift to sleep I can’t help but wonder how you always come and annoy me yet I still can’t get you out of my mind.
As December rolls around my mood starts to lighten up. I’ve grown accustomed to seeing Y/N and Gaeul posting on social media platforms. December should be filled with joy and candy canes not laying in your bed all day. This time when I get their notification I don’t feel as bad.
Perhaps I should tell Gaeul her hair looks nice, or like her comment about dyeing Y/Ns hair next. Or maybe I’ll stay salty a little longer besides, they don’t know if I’ve seen the post or not.
The simple question sends shivers down my spine, have I been that obvious? I toss my phone to the left. I should’ve just stopped there.
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SYNOPSIS: Y/N has been in love with her best friend, Karina, for the past 6 years. They had basically given up on the idea of Karina ever liking them back. Suddenly this changed after a beach day with their best friends.
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I have wanted to ask you this awhile but was nervous to do so. Is there anything you can tell me in regards to my sm? What they do, what they look like, if we will ever meet?
Why were you nervous? Because spirit says some harsh truths? Bestie I know. They say that shit to me too. Anyway let’s see what happens, shall we?
Yellow, sunshine (sunshine of your love), like a morning sunrise, there is light after the dark, rainbow after the storm, this person is finally seeing the bright side of life and basking in it. I see the water, the ocean, sailing, waterskiing, maybe they are on vacation, but it feels lively and fun!
Hi (sounds like they’re talking from the air like static). Hope you’re doing okay down there. I’m floating these days, when you let the baggage go, it’s amazing how life can feel! I hope you stop clipping your wings and instead let them grow bigger because I’m just here chilling, flying around, seeing things from a new perspective. I want you to see the view too. I love you. It’s beautiful from up here!
Starseed Oracle
Empathic Starseed— energetic sovereignty, absorbing what’s not yours
Pages 64,65– 1 and 2 (11) so 1 represents a new beginning and two represents beginning to build after the new beginning. 11 is a powerful number that shows so within, so without and highlights how our world mirrors to us what is going on internally.
Guidebook—“empathic starseeds are here to shift the world through their presence alone, many struggle being on earth and are prone to addiction and depression, mistaking others feelings for their own. Do whatever you can to take the pressures of the world off you”
As soon as this card popped out I knew it was meant for you. This is what your soulmate is saying about clipping your wings and letting the baggage go. This whole card is about figuring out what is your burden and what is not and releasing that which you aren’t meant to carry. If you need to spend some time alone to recalibrate and remember what your own energy feels like, do that!
Goddess Guidance
Bast—Independent “your independence is a foundation for your strength and success”
Yesss! That’s what I’m saying. You need to figure out your energy independent of others so that you are stronger to face the world. This is a lesson I recently went through so feel free to send in a follow up ask if you want me to talk about what I did.
Aeracura—Blossoming “you are getting started, so have patience with yourself and the process, do not give up”
New beginning! This way of approaching life and feeling life is gonna feel very weird at first and maybe even backwards, but remember it’s a new skill and it takes time to master a skill, even energetic boundaries.
Hope this helps! Let me know if it resonates 💜
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never have i ever | n. romanoff
pairing: natasha romanoff x fem!reader
summary: a party turned into a night of team bonding as tony decides to put a twist to a classic game, leading to lots of jealousy and confessions.
warnings: 18+ only! minors dni! slight angst, cursing, drinking, strip poker, strap-on use (r receiving), dom!natasha, bottom!reader
word count: 5,832
authors note: i cannot tell you why this idea popped into my head, but i could not get it out so i wrote it for you, i hope you like dom!natasha because oh boy besties (;
special thanks to @kittiefangs for proofreading this for me (:
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You could hear the beat of the music coming from downstairs as you finished getting yourself ready. Tony, as per usual, said that they needed to throw some extravagant party for Pepper. There were rumors of her being pregnant floating around the compound but until you had heard the news for yourself, you chose to just let this be another party Tony decided to throw every week.
You gazed at herself in the mirror as you adjusted the blazer to your suit. You weren’t fond of dressing up, so when you had to, you preferred to wear pant suits as an alternative to dresses. So you dressed yourself tonight with a pair of black, flowy pants with a bold red stripe down the side of each leg, accompanied by a scarlet red bralette and a black blazer, with matching red high heeled ankle boots.
You looked hot, and you knew you looked hot. You were not ashamed of your looks nor your body and when you had the chance to flaunt what the good lord gave you, you took it, especially to impress a specific red head.
You noticed the casual gazes and the friendly flirtatious remarks you would receive from the older woman. You noticed how her eyes seemed to linger a little too much on yourself whenever you two accompanied the same space. You noted the sharp intake of breath every time you would enter the room wearing none other than a revealing outfit and you would smirk to yourself knowing the effect you were having on the woman.
All of these small things, all of the glances and the touches and the flirting lead to a now very sexually frustrated Y/N. Who, if anyone were to ask you, was sick and tired of having to get yourself off every night after one of your flirtatious encounters.
You knew what you wanted. You knew you wanted to take the woman to bed, fuck her until she couldn’t walk and make her, your own. You knew you wanted to jump her bones every time you saw her, and place soft kisses to those plump lips that you often found yourself staring at. You wanted all of these things but it was as though Natasha wasn’t so sure herself.
Natasha was obviously attracted to you, but she had a hard way of showing her feelings, let alone letting someone in and fully giving her trust to them. She knew it was wrong to keep flirting with you, to keep having you think that she wanted more when she just wanted a quick fuck. But she couldn’t help the pang of jealousy that always seemed to find its way through her chest whenever she saw you becoming too comfortable with another woman.
She had no reason to be jealous, you weren’t hers, but she couldn’t shake the feeling.
You let out a sigh as you untied your hair from the braid that it was in, allowing your hair to fall down your back in naturally and almost too perfect waves. Your hair accentuated your face perfectly and brought out the y/e/c in your eyes, eyes that you noticed Natasha found herself staring into quite too many times to count.
You made sure you were presentable enough before making your way out of your room and down to the elevator to take you to the main area where Tony was throwing his party.
You could only hope and pray that this party wasn’t extravagant, something small with the team and maybe a view of some of the S.H.I.E.L.D agents would be perfectly fine, you specifically liked a certain Yelena Belova that worked under Coulson but you would never admit the crush to yourself as you were always too caught up in Natasha.
The elevator dinged, signally your arrival to the floor, and you walked off gracefully, heals clicking against the linoleum floor as you pushed your way into the living quarters, all eyes turning to you upon your entrance.
You raised an eyebrow at the eyes that were currently trained on you, scanning your own eyes around the room before they met the emerald ones that adorned the face of a very specific red head before speaking.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” You spoke with a smirk on your face as you walked farther into the party and over to the bar. You smiled to yourself when you saw that Natasha was behind the bar, serving drinks to everyone who came by. You were tired of waiting, waiting for her to make the first move so you were going to do whatever you could to get the Russian to break, after all, having the Black Widow in your bed is something you’ve wanted since the day you first laid eyes on her.
So you weaved your way through the party guests, finding a spot to lean up against the bar, adjusting your arms so that way they were pushing your breasts out more than normal. Yes, your outfit in itself was already revealing enough, but showing off a bit more cleavage wouldn’t do anyone any harm, nor would you receive protests.
You knew your actions were proving to work as you caught a glimpse of Natasha staring, but didn’t acknowledge it, instead you motioned her over with the movement of your finger.
Natasha gulped as she broke out of her trance, wiping the sweat on her hands off on her skirt before making her way over to you. If god was a woman, it would definitely be you.
“What can I get for you?” She asked nervously as she too leaned herself up against the bar, looking at you who still had a smirk spread across your face.
“You..” You mumbled to yourself, hoping that the comment would fly past the woman’s ears but with Natasha’s years of spy training, it allowed her to hear the smallest of sounds, even if it was mumbled out. “Uhm, surprise me.” You spoke aloud this time and Natasha just nodded, turning to busy herself behind the bar while making your drink.
“Y/N!” Someone called out from the other side of the room, causing both you and Natasha to turn your heads in the direction of the voice, and to say Natasha was annoyed when she saw the face that came along with the voice, would be an understatement.
Yelena made her way over to the bar, eyes set on you as she weaved her way over to you before embracing you in a hug.
“I was hoping to see you here tonight!” She exclaimed happily, a little too happily as her eyes raked over your body, taking in your full appearance before licking her lips.
You smirked at the woman before you, wrapping an arm around her waist and holding her close to you.
“Oh, I wouldn’t miss the chance of seeing your sexy ass now would I?” Natasha could’ve gagged, literally felt the bile of throw up forming in her throat as she watched the exchange between you and Yelena, gripping the glass in her hand a little to hard when she saw Yelena’s hand make its way to secure itself on the back of your neck, fiddling with a few stray baby pieces of hair.
“Here’s your drink.” Natasha finally spoke up, causing both of you, who were just seconds ago caught up in each other, to look over at Natasha, who displayed a look of annoyance on her face. You offered her a soft smile before grabbing your drink and taking a sip. Your fingers brushed against her own as you grabbed the drink from her hand and you had to hold back your chill as a shot of electricity shot up through your fingertips.
“Oh this is lovely, thank you Nat.” You spoke as you took a sip again, maintaining eye contact with the Russian as you licked your lips, Natasha’s knees grew impossibly weaker at the action.
Yelena was quick to grab your arm and drag you away from the bar, pulling you to the dance floor, arm wrapped tightly around your waist as you happily danced against the woman. Natasha watched from afar, gripping the edge of the bar as she practically seethed with jealousy at the close proximity of you two.
That should be her, she should be the one dragging you to the dance floor, she should be the one with her arm wrapped around your waist as you were tightly pressed up against her, whispering sweet nothings into your ear about how she wanted to fuck you after the party.
But no, her ego and her insecurities got the best of her and instead she was stood behind the bar, knuckles white and jealousy coursing through her veins as she watched.
Steve found his way over to the bar, leaning against it, resting his chin on his hand as he looked at Natasha, who hadn’t taken account of his company until he cleared his throat, snapping her out of her thoughts and dragging her eyes away from your dancing form to now look at an amused Steve.
“Don’t.” She warned.
“Don’t what?” He asked.
“You’re about to give me some speech about getting over myself and how I need to ask them out already.” She spoke as she poured herself a drink, making it a little stronger than normal, she was going to need it if she wanted to make it through the night.
Steve just shrugged in response before reaching behind the bar and grabbing a beer, popping it open and taking a drink. “You deserve happiness Nat, and I see how they make you happy, I don’t want you to wait too late and lose your chance all together.”
“Well it seems as if they’re not available.” She spoke, eyes wandering back to you and Yelena who were now fully wrapped in each others arms.
“Oh, Yelena?” Steve said taking another sip of his beer and Natasha nodded. “I don’t think there’s anything going on there.”
Natasha scoffed and downed her drink quickly, before pouring herself a shot and downing that as well.
“Their hands all over each other tells me something different.” She said, heart breaking a little bit as she did, and she hated that she felt this way, hated that after years of not allowing anyone in, years of pushing everyone away, she let you worm your way right into her heart and make a home.
“For being a spy, you sure are shit at it.” Steve stated simply and Natasha gave him a look.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” She asked defensively and Steve replied casually. “Well what you have managed to miss are the glances that keep getting made this way, in your direction as if they’re wanting to provoke a response out of you.”
Natasha just laughed and shook her head. “You’ve lost your mind Steve.”
“Oh yeah? Then why are they looking over here right now?” He asked and she was quick to turn her attention to where you were, and you were indeed looking in her direction, making eye contact with her before smirking and turning back to Yelena.
“You were saying again Romanoff?” Steve asked as he looked up at the now flustered Natasha who seemed to not be able to take her eyes off of you.
“Shut up.” She mumbled before turning back to him and taking his beer out of his hands, chugging the rest of it.
“Hey, that was mine.” He whined out before pouting.
“Oh get over it big boy, you can grab another one.” She spoke before making her way from out behind the bar and onto the dance floor. Two can play this game.
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As the party was nearing an end, and the guests were starting to leave, it left the team, which consisted of you, Natasha, Steve, Bucky, Tony, Sam, Bruce, Thor, Clint and Yelena even stayed behind to hang out with you, even it was to Natasha’s annoyance.
“Alright team, it’s time for a little fun.” Tony spoke as he stood before the group who was sat around the living space on couches and chairs, some finding comfort in sitting on the plush rug that was on the floor.
“Oh here we go..” Clint spoke, slight annoyance to his voice, causing the group to laugh.
“Get your panties out of a twist Barton, we’re going to play a game.” Tony spoke, taking a sip of his drink. “It’s called Never Have I Ever.”
“Tony that’s a game children play.” Natasha spoke up, taking a sip of her beer and Tony held a hand up.
“You didn’t let me finish. We’re playing with a twist, instead of putting a finger down if you’ve done said thing, we’ll be stripping.” He said nonchalantly, causing Natasha to raise an eyebrow.
“So we’re playing strip poker?”
“Essentially yes.” Tony said. “But the rules are simple. One person states something that they have never done, and if you’ve done what they said, you have to remove an article of clothing.”
You smirked, oh this could be fun. You knew how Natasha reacted to seeing you fully clothed, and you could only begin to imagine the reaction you would get out of the woman when you were close to being fully naked.
“I’m down to play.” You spoke up, breaking the silence.
“Well if Y/N is playing, then so am I.” Yelena chimed in, and Natasha just rolled her eyes. The rest of the team hesitated but eventually agreed to play, all gathering in a circle on the floor, facing one another, expect for Natasha.
“Romanoff, get your ass in this circle.” Tony spoke up.
“Oh no, this is something I don’t think you’d want me to participate in.” She said and Tony rolled his eyes.
“Such a buzz kill Romanoff.” Tony said, laced with annoyance as he turned back to the group. “Okay America’s Ass, why don’t you start us off?” He added before looking at Steve, who just shook his head with a smile.
“Fine, this one will get things started. Never have I ever had sex.” Steve stated simply, all eyes turned to Steve with glares, as Steve already knew everyone, expect himself, had done the deed before as he would call it.
“Nice one Cap.” Clint stated before he took his shoes off, and everyone followed suit, liking the idea of taking their shoes off instead of an actual article of clothing.
Natasha sat quietly in her chair, eyeing you as you began to take your heels off, it didn’t surprise her that the you had, had sex before, but she was just curious as to who it was with, and her gut told her it was the striking blonde that was sat too close for comfort.
“Oh we’re just getting started.” You said with a smirk and Tony looked over at you.
“Since you want to be snarky Y/L/N, your turn next.” Tony said and you smiled innocently.
“Fine, never have I ever had a threesome.” You stated and if looks could kill, Tony was going to kill you. He huffed before taking off his suit jacket.
“This is unfair.” Tony said.
“You wanted to play the game.” Bucky stated while shrugging his shoulders.
“Oh shut it metal man.” Tony snapped and Bucky just laughed, he was used to Tony’s nicknames by now and metal man was very mild to what he had been called before.
“I’ll go next.” Yelena said. “Never have I ever been skinny dipping.” You huffed as you took your blazer off, leaving you only in your pants and bralette.
“I’m beginning to agree with Tony, this is unfair.” You spoke as you leaned back on her hands.
Natasha couldn’t help her gaze as it fell to the now half naked goddess before her, eyes trailing over your body and the curves of your breasts as she took in your beauty. She couldn’t help the overwhelming heat that began to pool between her legs at the idea of you fully naked underneath her.
She licked her lips and readjusted herself in her seat, crossing her legs tightly to help dull the ache between them. You couldn’t help but notice the shift in the air as you watched Natasha, your plan was working.
“I’ll go next.” Bucky stated. “Never have I ever had a sex dream about someone in this room.”
You were ready to off yourself by that point. Of course, you had planned this out, of course you had asked them to all specifically ask certain questions, of course this whole damn game was your idea but now you had to sit in front of everyone in just your bra, and matching lace underwear and you weren’t thrilled.
“Ridiculous.” You huffed before standing up, and going to unbutton your pants. Everyone else in the group stayed sat on the ground as they watched you.
“Really? Nobody else?” You asked and were met with silence. “I hate it here.” You stated as you unzipped the zipper on your pants and slowly slid them down your legs. Natasha bit her lip, hard, drawing blood to keep herself from practically moaning at the sight of you. Not only were you adorned in a red lace bralette but you were also wearing a matching pair of red lace underwear, that showed off way too much ass.
She couldn’t take her eyes off of you as you sat back down on the ground with a huff, arms crossed over your chest with a pout.
“I take it back, I don’t want to play anymore.” You spoke with a whine as the team laughed. It was at that point that the blonde sat next to you, began to unbutton the buttons on her top, before removing it quite quickly and tossing it in with the pile of other clothes in the middle of the group. You raised an eyebrow in her direction and she just shot you a wink, before turning her attention back to the group.
Natasha was fuming.
“I’m sorry Y/N, you don’t have a choice. But, it seems as if you aren’t the only one anymore.” Tony smirked and they continued on with the game. You, luckily, did not have to remove any more clothing. The statements were more mild as they went on, quite a few other teammates being left in only their undergarments.
The game to conclusion when the last statement was made by Clint, giving Natasha a look before looking directly at you and sending you a smile.
“Never have I ever had a crush on a co-worker.” The room was silent, no one moved at first, scared to see who would strip and it was to everyone’s surprise when both Steve and Bucky removed their last articles of clothing, leaving them only in their boxers. Tony whistled at the now half naked men and they both blushed, because it was quiet obvious that the two had a thing going on.
You silently stood from your position and looked around the room, before slowly reaching behind your back and going to unclasp your bra. “I’m starting to think that this game is rigged.” You stated, using one arm to cover your breasts as you let your bra fall to the floor, leaving you in only her underwear.
Natasha was practically drooling. It was as if a switch had been flipped inside of her and she all of a sudden hated the way everyone was staring at you, you were hers. Before she could even let anyone else participate, especially when she noticed the way Yelena went to go stand to remove her pants, she spoke up.
“Okay I think that’s enough of this game for everyone.” She stood up quickly, grabbing your blazer and handing it to you, effectively covering your chest in the process, before leaning in to whisper in your ear. “My room, 10 minutes.” She nipped slightly at your earlobe before walking away and sauntering down the hallway, leaving you behind shocked, yet very excited.
You felt the dull ache between your legs as you were quick to grab your pants and pull them on followed by your bra. Yelena moved to you and wrapped her arms around your waist, glancing at your chest before looking up to make eye contact with you, biting her lip nervously.
“Why don’t we get out of here and go back to my place?” She spoke softly, hands trailing up your exposed back, and to say it wasn’t having an effect on you would be a lie, Yelena was hot, you couldn’t deny it and as much as you would love to take Yelena up on her offer, you had somewhere to be.
“As much as I would love to,” you started, hands grabbing onto Yelena’s arms, giving her a soft smile, “I already have plans.” Yelena pouted, but nodded her head.
“Well just know,” She leaned closer to whisper into your ear, “The offer is always on the table.” And with that, she pulled away from the embrace, but not before grabbing to the base of your chin, and pulling you in for a quick peck to the lips.
“Call me.” She said before walking away and making her exit, leaving you blissfully shocked and making it harder for you to hide the ache between your legs as it substantially grew.
You hurried yourself down the hall and to the elevators, clicking the button repeatedly as if that would help your ride arrive faster. The doors opened and you quickly made your way inside, pressing the button for your floor, which also just so happened to be Natasha’s as well since you two shared a floor, being the only two of the three female’s who lived in the compound. The elevator began moving and you bounced your leg impatiently. Months of pent up frustration and feelings were all about to be released and you truthfully didn’t want to have to wait another minute.
The elevator dinged signaling your arrival and before the doors were even fully open, you were pushing past them and walking down the hallway to Natasha’s room. Before you could even knock on the door, it was almost as if Natasha was waiting to hear your approach, and she swung the door open quickly, one of her hands grabbing you by your blazer, pulling you into the room and shoving you against the door.
“Right on time Y/L/N.” Natasha whispered, pressing her body against your own, leaving barely any room for breathing. You gulped, finally lifting your gaze to meet the other woman’s eyes.
“I wouldn’t want to miss this.” You replied and Natasha smirked.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself little dove, I’m mad at you.” She stated simply, pulling her body away from yours walking over to the mini bar that was in her room, you had to hold back the whine that wanted to escape your lips from the loss of contact.
“Mad at me? What for?” You questioned as you watched Natasha navigate her room.
“Did you really think you could get away with that skimpy outfit of yours tonight? Hmm?” She asked, taking a few steps closer to you, “That I wouldn’t notice that you specifically showed more skin knowing that I was going to be around.” She continued and you gulped again, your heart rate increasing by the second with the proximity of Natasha.
“I-“ You started but was cut off when a hand suddenly found it’s way to become wrapped around your neck, squeezing tightly enough but not too tight to restrict airflow.
“And, the worst of it all, was when you thought it was okay to strip in front of everyone.” Natasha seethed, jealously raging through her veins at the thought of someone else seeing you naked. “And don’t get me started on that blonde bimbo.”
“Are you jealous Natasha?” You asked softly and Natasha glared at you.
“I don’t get jealous.” She firmly stated.
“So then explain the heat of your pussy that I feel pressed against my leg Natasha, and how you’re desperately trying not to fuck my thigh, just to feel some sort of relief to your aching and dripping cunt.” You said boldly and Natasha could’ve came from the deep octave your voice dropped to and the way the provocative words fell from your lips.
In previous sexual encounters, Natasha always had to fake an orgasm, never fully receiving enough pleasure to initiate a release within her, and she started to become way too accustomed to her fingers. So this was new, the feelings of deep desire and desperation flowing inside her, begging for some sort of contact with the body she had pressed herself against.
She didn’t respond, instead she responded with slamming her lips against your own in a deep and passionate kiss, pouring every ounce of her pent of frustration in it. You whimpered when you finally felt Natasha’s lips against your own and they felt better than you could have ever imagined.
Your blazer fell to the floor before you could even process that it was being removed and Natasha’s hands were quickly working on undoing your pants, not once breaking the kiss. Your hands roamed her body, finding peace on her hips, gripping lightly whilst pulling her impossibly closer.
Natasha backed you up to the bed, gently pushing you down on it as she stood at the edge and looked down at you, lips swollen and hair properly messed up, you looked like a proper fucked mess and you were her fucked mess.
She removed the oversized t-shirt that was covering her body quickly, and you sucked in a breath at the realization that Natasha was completely naked underneath, with a strap attached to her hips and one of the biggest dildos you’ve ever seen attached to it.
“Holy mother of god..” You spoke as your eyes continuously raked her body, taking in every curve and freckle that littered her skin, even her flaws and imperfections, you took note of, making a mental picture of the woman that stood before you, so you could look back on it whenever you wanted.
“Like what you see?” Natasha smirked and you licked your lips before nodding dumbly.
“What do you want me to do to you, Y/N?” She asked, bending down to pull your pants off the rest of the way, kissing down your legs as she did. You couldn’t speak as you basked in the feeling of her lips on your skin. Something about Natasha with a strap was paralyzing, you knew what you wanted but you just couldn’t find the words to express it.
“So you’re going to make me guess huh?” You just nodded and agreed with whatever she had just said, you were too far gone to even be able to process the words being spoken to you. Natasha spread your legs open widely, licking her lips at the sight of the dark wet spot that was in the middle of you underwear.
“Is this all for me? Is your pussy this wet for me?” She asked seductively as she began kissing her way back up your legs, taking her time and savoring the feeling of your supple skin beneath her lips. You couldn’t form a response as your body was squirming under the touch of Natasha as she grew closer and closer to your aching core. You were desperate, desperate to feel something and desperate to finally have Natasha’s lips on you.
“Use your words little dove.”
“Fuck Nat, god-“ A moan left your mouth as Natasha placed a kiss over your clothed clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through you body at just the slight pressure pressing against it.
“What about me?” She spoke, a hint of a smirk present in her voice as she pressed a finger against your clit, causing you to rut your hips up against her hand, wanting more, needing more.
“Fuck me Nat, please..” You whimpered out and Natasha looked up at you, taking note of your blown pupils, lust glazing over them as you begged for more, rutting your hips forward every few seconds, trying to signal for Natasha to continue.
“That’s a good girl.” Natasha spoke, leaning back to remove your soiled underwear before positioning herself between your legs, rubbing the tip of the dildo between your slick folds.
“Please daddy..” You begged and Natasha groaned at the name she was just called, immediately connecting your hips together and completely filling you with the toy. You moaned in pure pleasure at the feeling of fullness, the feeling of your walls stretching to take Natasha’s dick was almost enough to send you spiraling over the edge.
Natasha was quick to begin pounding into you, showing absolutely no mercy whatsoever. Your body rocked with the motions of her thrusts, hands tightly gripping the sheets to try and steady yourself, but all you seemed to be able to do was grab it just long enough to steady yourself while releasing moans and whimpers of pleasure.
“Yeah, you like that baby? You like my dick inside you? You like me fucking you?” You just moaned in response, words falling short on your tongue as you couldn’t control the moans that were leaving your mouth.
“That’s right baby, your pussy belongs to me, no body else.” Natasha stated, gripping your hips to adjust her angle and pounding into you deeper. “Who do you belong to?”
“You..” You whimpered out. “I belong to you daddy.”
“That’s right. Now cum for daddy, show me how pretty you look when you cum.” She demanded and you were relieved once she spoke her words as the flood gates were opened and your orgasm crashed over you in waves of pure bliss, your body tensing and shaking as it washed over you like a tidal wave. You swore you saw stars as you came down from yout high, Natasha still moving her hips slowly to help you come down.
Your breathing was ragged as you placed a hand on your chest, trying to regain your breathing.
“Fucking hell..” You panted out and Natasha just lightly chuckled, pulling out of you slowly, causing a whimper to leave your lips at the loss of fullness, before falling down next to you on the bed, breathing deep to catch her own breath.
You turned your head to the side to take in Natasha, who you found to be staring right back at you. “What does this mean?” You asked, a nervous look on your face as you watched Natasha intently. You could feel a hand come up and brush against your cheek, stroking it lightly before finding it’s way into your hair and scratching lightly at your scalp.
“What do you mean?” Natasha replied, continuing to run her fingers through your hair, she always seemed to love how soft you kept it, which reminded her to ask you what kind of shampoo you used, but that’s something she’d ask on a later date.
“Us, you know, what does this mean for us?” You moved your free hand that was laying between the two of you and found Natasha’s other hand, intertwining your fingers and squeezing it slightly.
“I don’t know. I don’t do this, I don’t do feelings and I don’t date.” She started, and your heart dropped, all this time and it was as if Natasha just used you for a quick fuck, but your thoughts and insecurities were interrupted when she continued to speak. “But with you, I want these things, I want to try these things that I have never felt before, and I want you, all of you, in every form I can get it because I’m infatuated by you and I can’t get you out of my head-“ She was cut off by your lips pressing firmly against her own, before pulling away enough only to speak.
“That is enough for me Natasha. I have wanted you for so long, so as long as you’re willing to try, I’m in this, one-hundred percent.” You spoke softly and Natasha smiled, stroking your cheek.
“What did I to do deserve you?” She asked genuinely and you just smiled, kissing the palm of her hand before meeting her eyes.
“I think I should be asking the same about you.” Natasha just smiled, happiness and adoration flowing through her veins as she watched you before her. Love was an unfamiliar feeling to Natasha, something she had never felt before, something she had always been scared of, but with you, it felt right. These feelings and emotions all made sense because they were for the person she had truly been waiting her entire life for, as cliche as it sounds, you were the one to completely swoop in and sweep her off of her feet, and she was grateful for that day.
“So does this mean..” You started.
“That we’re dating?” Natasha finished the sentence for you and you nodded. “Yes dorogoy, we’re dating.” And you couldn’t stop the huge smile that spread across your face as you wrapped your arms tightly around Natasha’s neck and pulled her into a tight embrace. A laugh emitting from Natasha’s lips at the action but fully succumbing to the embrace as her arms found themselves wrapped around your waist, and her chin resting on the top of your head, holding you tightly against her.
“I love you..” You barely whispered out, but the statement did not fall short in the spy’s ears as she smiled into the hair on the top of your head.
“I think I love you too.” She spoke softly, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. You were quick to pull back from the embrace and look at Natasha.
“Are you serious?” You asked, completely bewildered by the confession, and Natasha just laughed.
“Yes moya lyubov, if the overwhelming feeling of joy that I feel whenever I see you and the butterflies I get in my stomach when you laugh or smile and the way I feel sparks when we touch is what love is like, then yes, I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you.” Tears filled your eyes as you cupped the sides of Natasha’s face and kissed her, this kiss filled with utter raw emotions of love and happiness that was shared between you two for each other.
Natasha was first to pull away when she required air for her burning lungs, stroking your cheek softly.
“So that Yelena girl..” Natasha started and you groaned.
“Oh my god here we go..” And Natasha laughed, pulling you close against her. You two remaining in this position for the rest of the night, eventually falling asleep wrapped up in each other.
And that was the first night in a long time that Natasha got a full nights worth of rest. All along, all she ever really needed was you.
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Mason Mount | 365 Reasons
in which mason gifts (y/n) a book full of reasons as to why he loves her on their 5th anniversary.
ABSOLUTE fluff. broke my own heart writing this <\3 also besties this was a little rushed and not proofread. But nonetheless I hope you enjoy <3
STOOD IN FRONT of the mirror, Mason brushes your hair over your shoulder, his fingertips lingering against your skin softly as he hooks the clasp of your necklace. once completed, he stoops his head to your neck, planting gentle kisses from your collarbone up to your ear. his breathe warm, your stomach tingles at the thought of your previous endeavors that usually happen after moments like these- but tonight would be different.
it was your five year anniversary. for the most part, you'd never celebrated previous ones, only your first. Mason had rented a hotel room and filled it to the brim with red balloons shaped like hearts that hung from the ceiling. tea light candles lead to rose petals on the bed, chocolates and strawberries scattered on the side-it was incredible. you'd both try to make an effort on valentine's day, but some years your schedules would clash and you hardly had chance to celebrate. nothing compared to the first anniversary all those years ago.
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"you look incredible, my love." Mason whispers, his hands trailing to to your sides. he buries his head in the crease of your neck, squeezing your hips gently.
you're wearing a burgundy dress with delicate lace sleeves, the material flowing past your feet, black heels to match. Your new perfume that Mason had gifted to you earlier lingers in the air; the silver 'M' pendant dangling on your chest, glistening under the light shining above you.
"you don't look too bad yourself." you reply, breaking away from him as you turn to admire his body. Mason wears a navy suit, the top buttons of his cotton shirt undone showing his fair skin. this colour was his, and he knew it. feeling the burn of your eyes studying him, mason blushes, his gaze turning to the floor as his dimples make an appearance. "thank you, my love." he mumbles, foot tapping gently on the floor.
"can you believe it's been five years?" he questions. you step closer, fingers gripping the collar of his blazer. you pull it back into its usual place, making sure everything was tidy and perfect. "have i really managed to put up with you that long?" you giggle, arms wrapping back around his neck. your fingers lock together behind him, his head cocking up at the feel of you close.
"oi you, watch it!" he chuckles, face scrunching as his eyes meet yours. he steadies you closer to him with his hands before lacing them around your body, pulling you in for a hug. he always embraced so lovingly. you could feel the love oozing into your bones from his as you press close, his chin resting on your shoulder.
"please never let go." you whisper. a sigh escapes your lips as you squeeze him tighter gently.
"wouldn't even think about it." he mumbles, taking in every last second of your warm embrace.
~
masons fingers cover your eyes as he positions you in front of the candle lit table, clueless to the display in front of you. a soft glow leaks through the slight gap between his fingers, his hands warm pressed delicately to your face.
"after three," mason says, proceeding to count down.
He lifts his hands from your skin as he reaches one, stepping away to allow you to take in your surroundings.
you're on a rooftop; a table with a red runner sits in front of you. with two chairs placed either side of the table, a burst of roses sit in a transparent vase in the middle, champagne and flutes stood near. there are candles lit and scattered all over the floor, the tiny orange flickers warming your skin. you take a moment to admire the view-the city lights bursting with colour illuminating the set up even more. it's beautiful.
"mase," you start, still in awe. he steps closer to you, your shoulders now touching. "it's absolutely gorgeous. i mean, how did you even do this? you're insane!"
mason takes your hand in his, lacing his fingers between yours. he watches as your eyes scan the scene, lights reflecting in your eyes. he adored you. plain and simple; he didn't know how he could ever love anything more.
"i'm glad you like it. happy five years, my love."
you turn to him, cupping his face with your empty hand. you caress his cheek with your thumb, eyes locked to his. he kisses you softly, his eyelashes tickling your skin as he presses against you.
in the distance, a violin starts to play quietly-your song. breaking away from him, you gasp. there is no way, you thought.
your eyes widen as mason nods. "i know, i know. what can't i do?" he laughs, bowing as he folds one arm behind his back. he holds a hand out to you. "may in have this dance?"
grabbing your dress, you curtsy before taking ahold of his hand carefully.
Mason wraps his arm around you, starting to sway you both to the music. every so often you misplace your steps and step on his feet, giggling when you do so. your hand on his shoulder, your dress flowing as you both move.
you'd never danced like this before. sure- there were countless times you'd jump around to your favourite songs in the kitchen, but not properly with mason. this was a dream; breathtaking.
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as the song ends and the violinist transitions into casual background music, you and mason move to the table. he pulls your chair out, tucking you in as you sit.
before taking a seat himself, he lifts the champagne and pops the cork, pouring you both a glass.
"cheers," he says, holding his flute to the air. "to five more." you grin, clinking your glass to his.
a soft silence falls upon you both as your attention falls m to the view once again. you were in such a beautiful place, with your favourite human in existence. how much better could this get?
~
"i got you a present." mason says, interrupting the comfortable silence. he reaches for the champagne flute and takes a swig nervously.
"i thought we weren't doing presents," you pout, "i haven't got you anything."
"that's okay. it's only a little something," he says, his hand reaching to the pocket inside his suit jacket. he fumbles for a moment before he pauses. throwing his head back, a sigh escapes his lips as the skin on his cheeks fades to a softer pink.
you watch as he hesitates. there's no way this is a ring; you've spoke about proposals and this wasn't how you planned it. you shuffle in your seat in hopes to show him how anxious you are too, that it was okay.
"you might hate it, but here." Mason mumbles as he takes out a little notebook. he holds it for a moment before placing it in front of you.
you stare at the book, taking in what it was. you notice how the letters which titled the book are all hand glued. ribbon and small gems accompany the title which read '365 reasons i love you', glitter scattered across the cover.
he was never too great with being creative, you knew he hated it. every halloween when it came to carving pumpkins Mason groaned and made it into the biggest deal. this was such a sentimental idea, and he'd done it all for you.
"shut the front door. you did not!" you beam, eyes moving to his face. his forehead glistens as he scrunches his nose, his dimples becoming prominent. he's adorable when he's nervous. placing his hands on the table, he nods his head to you, edging you to open it.
you turn your attention back to the book, opening the front page. you're met with masons neat yet scruffy handwriting-you know he tried his best for you. each page listed reasons as to why he loved you, all written in different colours. you could feel the love he'd spilled into the pages jump out, threatening to burst in your face.
"why don't you read some out?" mason suggests, staring at you fixated on the pages. he relaxes into his chair now, comfortable with the fact you adore his present.
you sigh, knowing at some point soon your eyes will leak with joy.
"reason number 5. your lips taste of fresh strawberries in the summer."
you giggle, running your tongue over your lips. it was true-you went everywhere with your strawberry lip balm. you flick a couple of pages in front.
"reason number 19. you're my biggest fan, always. through everything I do, from kicking it up on the pitch to silly computer games at home. you're always there, cheering me on."
“reason number 99. you make time to understand how i feel; you make me feel valid."
"reason number 167. you're asleep on my chest right now. fuck, you're just so beautiful. you're so unaware of it."
there are countless more scribbled across the pages, bows and hearts glued to the paper. you pause, closing the book. eyes filling with tears, you pout at him. he stares back, a looo plastered over his face as though he's about to burst. "mase, this is just. you shouldn't have."
reaching your hand across the table, mason holds his hand out ready for you to take ahold of it. he breathes, lacing your fingers together. he picks your hand up and plants kisses over your skin, scattering them over your knuckles, down your wrist and over the warmth of the back of your hand.
"I could write a thousand books about you. you're so worth it my angel. I love you so, so much."
he places both of your hands back on the table, the few tears in your eyes spilling off your cheeks.
“Forever?” You whisper, pulling your hand away from his. you hold your pinky finger out, eyebrows raised questioning him.
“Forever. and then some.” he mumbles back, lacing his little finger around yours. you lock it in, the promise lost deep within the future.
and just like that, forever had started all over again.
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affray | dean winchester x fem!reader
description: y/n gets badly injured after a hunt.
trigger warnings: major/minor injuries, blood, graphic violence, etc. read at your own risk.
word count: 1.1k
"Sammy, get her out of here now!" Dean's voice was a guttural growl as you had been withering in pain against the floor, your right hand gripped onto the wall. Your short nails dug into the cement as you clenched your jaw, the bone of your knee had been pushed to the side, out of its place.
Sam's long hair bounced as he rushed over to you. He knelt down to meet your level as you felt hot sweat trickle down your forehead. "What about you, Dean?" Sam called back as he started to lift you off the ground, your arm draped around his shoulders. He lifted your feet up and off the ground, since you had been unable to walk.
"Don't worry about me, just get her to the car!" Dean shouted as he dodged another strike from a bloodsucker. Luckily, Dean would not be left alone to fight, Castiel was there to assist.
You clung onto Sam as he carried you out of the vampire's nest, your eyes squeezing shut as he ran; cradling you. His breathing was quick, you could feel his chest rise and fall at a rapid pace.
"Hang on, Y/N/N.." Sam breathed out as he hurried to the Impala, quickly opening the backdoor so that he could place you inside gently. You let out a grunt as you sat with your leg sticking out of the car, unable to move it.
"I think it's dislocated, Sammy.." You choked out, squeezing your eyes shut. He looked down at you with his lips parted, unsure of what to do in the moment. You met his gaze when you looked up, your warm eyes glossy, "Go on.. I'll wait here, I'll be fine!" You struggled to nudge the tall Winchester so that he'd hurry back and help his brother and Castiel.
"I'll be right back, I promise, try not to move it!" Sam called out as he hurried back into the nest with his machete in hand.
You watched as he got smaller and smaller in the distance. Your whole body hurt the longer you waited for them. You had only hoped that the pain would decrease if you held your hand around it, but it did little to no good. You tried not to think too much of the pain, but everything you attempted only made it hurt worse. All you could do was wait.
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The nest was cleared out and you were in the backseat, breathing heavily as Dean sped off in the Impala down a backroad with Sam in the passenger seat and Castiel beside you.
"Hurry up, Dean.." You grunted, teeth clenching as you felt your body heat up by the second. More sweat trickled down your face as your eyes blurred with tears at the pain.
"We're almost there, Y/N, I'm going as fast as I can," Dean glanced back at you through he rear view mirror, a worried expression wiped upon his face.
Despite Dean pushing down on the gas pedal, it felt as though the car was moving slower. You felt the gravel beneath the car as you noticed that Dean had pulled up beside the door to the bunker. The engine was cut as everyone started funneling out of the car. Dean hurried to your side of the car and opened the door. You draped your arm around his shoulders as Sam took your other side, letting your free arm cling around his shoulders.
Castiel hurried to the door and pushed it open as Sam and Dean carefully brought you inside. You winced as you were carried into the living room. Castiel hurried behind as you were placed gently down onto the sofa. Jack had found his way into the living room, with the utmost confused expression.
"Sammy, get me some rags," Dean knelt down before your dislocated knee and released a gentle breath. You looked down at Dean, still attempting to control your breathing. The pain worsened as Sam exited the room to get a few towels.
"Alright, sweetheart.. this'll hurt," Dean looked up to you, his pupils dilating as he gazed at you with concern.
"Don't care, just do it, please," You squeezed your eyes shut. You felt the cushion dip as Castiel sat beside you with his hand held out.
"Would you like me to hold your hand?" He offered a soft grin, hoping it would ease the tension in your body.
You chuckled through the pain and took his hand, squeezing it softly at first, but felt a sharp crack beneath your skin as Dean pushed your kneecap back into place with all the strength he had in him. You squeezed Castiel's hand a bit harder and clenched your jaw, in hopes that you would muffle the verbal pain.
"Here, Dean," Sam came back in the room with a couple towels. Dean grabbed them quickly and snugly tied them around your kneecap, so that the bone would remain in place.
"You know, you could've given me a three-count, Dean," You released Castiel's hand from your grip and nudged his shoulder. He smirked up to you and pushed himself off the ground, taking a seat next to you.
"What happened, Y/N?" Jack appeared before you, with his head tilted.
"I fell, kiddo," You offered him a warm gaze, "But I'm better now, thanks to the old man." You referred to Dean, elbowing his side playfully. He couldn't fight his smile.
"I'm only a year older than you and at least I'm not as clumsy as you are," Dean chuckled. You rolled your eyes with a smile as you kept your leg levitated upon the coffee table in front of the sofa.
"Need some ice for that, Y/N/N?" Sam asked, his gaze calm and very much relieved that you were feeling better.
You nodded with a thin smile, "Thanks, Sammy." He nodded his head and escaped to the kitchen. You leaned up to press a soft kiss to Dean's cheek, the stubble along his jawline grazed against your lips. "And thank you," You whispered with a gentle smile forming. Dean's face flushed a light shade of red as he gazed down at you with gentleness and affection.
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a/n: hi besties!! so this was kinda rushed, but i've been wanting to write something like this for a while and i'm not too happy about how this one turned out, but it was really fun to write, nonetheless. i hope you enjoyed this one, my darlings! be safe, have a wonderful day and as always, treat people with kindness. — angelina.
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Girl dad!bowen would be amazing. You write the best dad fics/headcannons(?) but I feel like you would do a fire job on this
CUTE BABIES
thank you bestie!! 💗
tw: children
little valerie byram was the sweetest little girl in the world, in your eyes. you were a bit bias, seeing as you were her parents.
she had bo’s blue eyes, but your hair. she always woke up with a big smile, even if she had spent half the night screaming.
this morning was no different. it was a good morning, and she had surprisingly slept quite well. she had a big smile on her face as bowen walked into the nursery.
“oh, good morning, pretty girl.” he greeted, “you slept so good last night.” he picked her up, and she giggled.
“you want to do see momma?” valerie began squealing and squirming at the mention of seeing you, “okay, okay, let’s go see momma.”
he walked down the hallway of your small, but homey, apartment, and into your bedroom. you were still asleep, but bowen knew the moment valerie crawled over you, you would wake up.
and he was right. he set valerie down on his side, and she crawled over to you. your eyes snapped open when you felt her little hand on your arms.
“oh, good morning, my little bug.” you greeted, setting her off to the side so you could sit up. you picked her back up and set her down in your lap.
“so, what does little bug have planned for today?” you asked playfully, knowing she wouldn’t be able to respond. it was a cute thing you did every morning. the doctor said talking to your baby would help, so that’s how you started your mornings.
“i think we had a park day in mind.” bowen voiced, laying down next to you.
“ooh, the park does sound nice.” you nodded, looking down at valerie, who was looking back up at the two of you with her bright blue curious eyes, “the park it is.” you nodded, bringing her hand up to give a hi-five.
after breakfast, you got her dressed, spread some kid-friendly sunscreen on because a burned baby was the last thing you needed on your list. you slipped a cute little bucket hat on her head and got her all buckled in the car while bowen packed the baby bag.
while you waited, you began playing some music. more specifically kid music. so music from her favorite tv shows, movies, etc. she squealed and clapped her hands, bringing a smile to your face.
bowen got into the driver’s seat and watched from the rear-view mirror as valerie fenced around in her carrier, “look at that. we have a little dancer.” he joked.
“that we do.” you nodded as he started the car. she continued to attempt to sing along to the song, which came out more like her baby babble since she was still too young to speak.
bowen pulled into a parking spot and went to grab the bag while you unstrapped valerie from all the seatbelts that restricted her.
“let’s go.” you picked her up, and peppered kisses across her face. she giggled and kicked her legs out. you laughed, carrying her over to the swings, which was currently her favorite thing.
you set her down in the swing and began slowly pushing her. bowen walked over, the baby bag slung over his shoulder. he stood in front of her, and whipped out his phone.
he made silly faces to get her to smile, which was easy. he snapped a few photos of valerie laughing and smiling.
bowen swapped spots with you, and began pushing her, “so…?” you began.
“so…?” he asked.
“we make cute babies,” you told him. he looked caught off guard by your statement but didn’t say anything in disagreement.
“that we don’t.” he nodded.
“so, you wanna make another one?” you asked.
he smiled, looking up at you, “you wanna make another one?” he asked, then looking down at valerie, who was giggling like a mad woman.
you looked down at her too, “yeah, bobo, i do.” you smiled.
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at last.
a/n: in celebration of reaching 200 followers. thank you. i’ve started this piece months ago but constantly failed to find the will to continue whenever i opened the draft. however, the response i’ve received from my other works gave me the drive and i knew i had to finish this.
word count: 4.1k
genre: smut, nsfw, fluff
pairing: musician!semi x f!reader
warnings: mirror sex, soft dom
summary: you and semi are in a band together. though having feelings for the male, you’ve always kept it professional until one night...
“thank you for tonight! you guys were amazing!” you speak through the mic enthusiastically, waving to the crowd as they cheered on and begging for an encore at the same time. “we hope to see your faces again when we come out with new songs soon! please continue to support us! we love you!” your lips curl into a huge smile, stepping off to the back of the stage while waving your fans goodbye before the staff hands you a towel to wipe off your sweat and a mineral bottle to cool off.
it’s another amazing night in a different city for you and the band. the feeling of having people enjoying your music and your voice is overwhelming and to have such wonderful bandmates to join you in this journey for three years now has you feeling beyond blessed.
the band started small, having the drummer and bassist as your high school besties while the guitarist, semi eita was later picked up along the way when one day you blasted on your socials and the small music stores stating the band needed a new guitar player. your band was pretty well-known in the town you live in, showing up and performing at a few gigs and now you’re much more familiar in the industry and often play in different cities.
semi was one of the few candidates that was chosen to be part of the band. much to everyone’s surprise, playing the guitar wasn’t his only talent. semi was able to write lyrics, produce and sing and that’s what made him stand out among the others. while making the decision with your band mates, you guys knew not to pass up on him and today it proved to be the right decision you guys had made.
to describe semi eita, he’s incredible. a genius and a sight for sore eyes. hell, he could even pass to be a model if he was into it. you knew that his addition to the band could garner more fans through his skills and looks. on his first night at the gig as the guitarist, you noticed how some of the girls there were ogling him and especially recording him through their phones, even the older woman who was practically forced to be there almost every night by her husband paid more attention (and you believed it was because of semi’s presence) as your band performed. maybe the fangirls could start off by drooling over his looks before they could slowly support the band entirely, hence building a bigger fanbase.
you feel a little bad for him. you believe that semi is more than just his looks but you can’t really blame people for liking pretty things– it’s only natural. semi has a burning passion for music and what he does and he works tirelessly for the band. he gives his all when he writes lyrics and he uses most of his time by himself inside the studio, learning and enhancing his skills further. you often accompany him in the studio, offering your opinions when he shares the new lyrics he came up with and the studio would be filled with harmonizing voices of yours and his.
a weird fuzzy feeling engulfs you when you learn that semi had always especially asked for you to join him in the studio and never the other guys, but you alway shrug it off; reminding yourself that it’s only because of work and nothing else.
though no matter how much you try to deny your feelings, you know you’re already head over heels for semi eita.
you sigh and put down your luggage as soon as you walk into your hotel room before looking out at the window to see the fans that were swarming as you arrived earlier begins to dissipate slowly. as you’re smiling and being lost in your thoughts, you start to hear strumming sounds from the other side of the room– undoubtedly semi’s.
it’s way past midnight and you’re all tired from the tour and the recent performance. while all you can think about is getting inside the tub and having a good night sleep, semi on the other hand can only think about the next show and creating new music. though he’s much more new to the industry compared to you, he works so diligently and it makes you feel a bit guilty and shameful. so you decide to come up to his room and see if he needs anything– or maybe just to persuade him to stop thinking about work and go to sleep.
“eita, it’s me.” you say as you knock on his door. you hear the strums come to a halt before he opens the door for you. “gosh, you look terrible.”
it’s only partly true. his hair is disheveled and he only has his jeans on from earlier but you try so hard not to check him out and quickly walk inside his room. semi closes the door as he turns to you, “you’re not asleep yet?”
“no, i heard you were playing and that’s why i’m here. you know you should be sleeping instead, right?” you sit on the couch where he was sitting earlier. sheets of paper are spread on the coffee table and you pick up the one with the lyrics that he wrote.
“sorry,” he apologizes as he sits next to you and notices the one that you’re reading. “but it’s good that you’re here too.”
ignoring the little skip your heart made, you refuse to look at him and read one of the lines out loud in an attempt to play cool.
“i’m alone,
“i just wrote that one in the van earlier.” he scratches the back of his neck as he laughs nervously. his eyes never tearing from you, just watching while you scrutinize through his little work.
i’ve nowhere to go,
but you gently held my hand.”
you smile as you finish reading the last line of his incomplete lyrics and turn to look at him, “i wonder what it sounds like?”
“ah, i haven’t figured it out much but i think it could go like this.” he grabs the guitar from where he left earlier and places it in front of his chest before slowly strumming a few chords. you watch as his fingers sweep up and down across the strings, his black nails that you painted weeks ago are only left with little residues.
it sounds exactly like you heard in your room earlier. his voice and the tunes he’s making fills the room and it sounds absolutely beautiful. you can sense the longingness in his work this time around, a little different from what he used to play but a little change doesn’t really mean bad– it feels like something that many people can relate to.
you gleefully clap your hands as he stops playing and a faint blush creeps up to his cheeks which he hopes you don’t notice.
“what’s your inspiration this time?” you ask as he puts back down the instrument.
“well…” semi sighs and leans further into the couch. “someone special to me– the reason i started pursuing this.”
a heavy lump suddenly forms in your throat, making your stomach churn at the thought of semi having someone special in mind but you quickly shake off the feeling. you’ve always been close with the male, he was easy to get along with from the start and semi would agree that out of all the members, he spent the most time with you; though it's only because it’s strictly on a work basis and you respect that, and you remain professional.
“must be. you’ve never written anything so personal but tell me all about it! you know i won’t judge.” you force a smile, hoping that it’s not too obvious and instead semi laughs at your eagerness to know about his little puppy love.
“it’s not even that great. i feel like it’s rather ironic– the reason i pursue this is also the reason we can’t be together.” he looks at you as he speaks, as if searching for something.
“damn, that sucks so bad.” you lean back to the couch with him and gaze at the ceiling while imagining the type of person semi would like and start to mindlessly compare yourself to them– putting you down even further.
“you get it, right? on top of that, i think we would lose some fans if we start to date.” he continues as he rests his arm behind your head in a more relaxing manner. he hopes that he emphasized the word clearly so he could get a reaction from you.
however, you only laugh a bit at his consideration. you can already imagine the online articles being bombarded about semi being in a relationship, not forgetting the snarky remarks and lashes he and his partner might get on stan twitter and the thought makes you shudder.
“but i would want to see you happy... even if it’s not with me.” you mumble lowly before realizing what you just blurt out on the last part. “i mean- i mean- i was thinking from a fan’s point of view, of course!”
the sight of you being bashful and constantly avoiding to make eye contact with him is endearing to him. he can’t help but to laugh and it provokes him to tease you instead. his hand creeps up to pull and tuck away the strands of hair behind your ear, instantly drawing your attention to the male next to you. you’re waiting for him to speak but he only stares quietly at you with a gentle smile across his face.
“what?” you’re surprised at how meek you sound and you know he notices it when his smile turns into an amused shit-eating grin.
“really? you’d be happy for me?” he asks, leaning his head down on the arm he has hanging on the couch back.
“um, yeah? since you’re my–”
“friend?” he cuts you off in an instant. “i’d be happier to at least know that you’d feel jealous, though.”
jealous? you blink and nervously laugh at the poor joke, “why would i be– you’re funny. anyways, go to sleep!”
semi’s lips tug into a frown as you stand up from the couch and when you’re about to take a step away, semi grabs your wrist and pulls you back to him. he wraps his arms securely around you and buries his face at the nape of your neck, inhaling the very faint scent from your expensive perfume you had on before the show.
“you’re so close, yet so far.” his hot breath fans against your skin as he murmurs with a hint of frustration lacing his voice.
thinking not too deeply into it, you disregard the butterflies in your stomach, “yeah, i think you can put that in the song.” you attempt to reply coyly, concealing any suggestions of you being a total nerve-wreck right now.
“god dammit.” semi curses. he turns your face to look at his, “this isn’t about work anymore.”
“what–” he presses his lips on yours and his arms pull you closer to him which your body wastes no time but to completely melt into.
semi pulls away to take a breath, locking his brown eyes with yours as he speaks. “stop making me feel so lonely.”
“i’m… sorry…?” your apology comes out unsurely, not knowing where this conversation is leading up to and it’s making you feel apprehensive more than anything. there’s no way he’s confessing, right?
semi sighs as he runs his fingers through your hair, “i used to only play the guitar as a hobby but you’re the reason why i even thought about getting into this band.”
you’re out of words to speak from the abruptness and remain quiet before he continues, “i thought i’d be happy enough just being close to you but i realized i wanted more than that. am i being selfish?”
you break free from his grasps and turn to the blushing male before curling into his chest. semi’s body is still as he processes what’s happening and slowly relaxes as he wraps his arms around you again.
“no, eita, no. you’re not.” you reassure. “i really had no idea.”
“then, can i kiss you again?”
“whatever you want, eita.” you mutter under your breath before he gently cups your chin with his fingers and pulls you into a deep kiss.
for the second time that night, you feel as if you’re on cloud nine as your wet tongues twirl against each other in your mouths. a faint taste of tobacco and beer still lingers on his tongue but you pay no mind to it when you’re too busy drowning into your own ecstasy.
semi manages to push you down on your back without breaking the kiss and props on his knees before his hands wander all around your body. a gasp passes your lips when he squeezes your breasts against your shirt and his lips move down to nip on your neck.
“e-eita...” you breathe and the male pulls away to look at you with heavy lidded eyes– and they’re filled with desire.
“whatever i want, right?” he whispers and you nod your head before he delves back down to litter bruises on your skin. “and what i want is you.”
warmth surfaces on your cheeks as you hum in response, a subtle reply to tell him that the feeling is mutual. as soon as semi lifts up your shirt, he quickly tips down to tug your bra and latches his mouth on your hardened nipple while his fingers tweak the other. the stimulation causes your body to jolt in pleasure and you can practically feel yourself drenching in your panties.
semi glances up at you expectantly when he notices your thighs are pressed together underneath him. with his other free hand, he lifts up your denim skirt and rubs circles on your clit against the damped fabric.
you mewl and tug his hair gently as your hips desperately grind against his finger for relief.
“does it feel good?” he speaks softly. “you’re so wet for me.”
“y-yeah.” you mumble a little bit in embarrassment after he pointed it out but semi finds it to be endearing as he lets out a breathy chuckle.
“i’ll make you feel even better,” he grins, bending your knees up and spreading them apart. “but i need to hear it.”
you nibble your lip anxiously, “please?”
“please what?” he coos, though he’s already settling his head down between your thighs while he looks at you with passion filled eyes.
your lips feign a pout but your pussy twitches when you feel his finger pulls your panties to the side, “please make me feel better.”
“good enough.” he smirks before spreading your puffy folds and sticks out his tongue to lap off your essence.
a loud moan rips from your throat as he sucks on your clit and purposely teases it with quick flicks with the tip of his tongue. your legs start to tremble and try to close together but to no avail since semi holds them apart from crushing his head.
there were nights where he could only touch himself while imagining how you would sound like writhing underneath him but tonight, you made his dreams turn into reality. your moans and whines are like music to his ears and they’re better (and he knows it would be) than what he expected. now semi is driven even more to hear what more beautiful sounds you can produce for him.
semi groans when he slips one finger inside your tight hole and you cry in surprise as you feel his finger brushing in and out through your walls. he can feel that the walls are already sucking him greedily while your hips jerk to fuck yourself with his finger.
“god, you’re so fucking hot.” he grunts, inserting another finger and fucks you ruthlessly. you can feel your orgasm building and threatening to tip over when his finger curls, hitting your g with every drag.
“fuck, eita–” you pant as your toes curl over the unbearable stimulation and causes your body to shake.
“feels great, hm? i want you to cum all over my fingers.” he toys with the swollen bud before harshly sucking it.
“mmhh– gonna cum!” your eyes screw shut as your orgasm finally crashes down and your pussy gushes and flutters around his fingers.
your breathing turns erratic and a whine escapes your lips from the emptiness when semi pulls out to lick his fingers.
“you taste so fucking good.” he groans, hovering above you and crashes his lips onto yours so you can taste your own juices from his tongue before he pulls away breathlessly.
“i want to make you feel good too, eita.” you whisper almost innocently and push him back so he can sit down on the couch. semi watches you as you kneel beside him to unbuckle his belt and proceed to unbutton and unzip his jeans swiftly before he helps you release his throbbing dick from its confinements.
you nearly gawk at the size of his cock; thick and veiny, tip flushing red with a bead of precum. you give a few strokes with your hand and a sharp hiss rolls off his tongue as soon as he feels your tongue swirling around the slit and slowly taking a fair amount inside your mouth.
“fuuuuck.” he sighs as he sinks into his seat further, eyes closed shut as he lets you take over. you offer the pressure needed by pressing the bottom of the length with your hand and hollowing your cheeks while your tongue runs up and down the rest of his cock, slobbering it with your saliva.
“oh, fuck– baby. that feels so fucking good.” tears prickle from the corner of your eyes when you force yourself to take deeper into your mouth and his hips jerk when the tip hits the back of your throat. semi’s hand finds itself on top of your head; he makes sure not to tug your hair too hard as he guides you bottom to top and a pop sound is audible when he pulls you away just before he feels like he’s about to cum.
he wipes the tears from your eyes and kisses you while pulling his jeans and boxers all the way down before continuing to carry you off from the couch with him and leads you to his bed.
“can i?” he looks at you concerningly and you nod your head yes.
“take it all off.” he commands once he puts you down on the bed. what seemed to be the gentle semi is long gone but his dominating side makes you undeniably excited so you easily oblige, peeling off your clothes until you’re bare and naked in front of him.
“on your knees.” he orders again and you submissively get on your knees but he stops you before you can lean down on the bed. “face the mirror.”
you turn your head to see the large mirror in front of the bed and shift again as he climbs on the bed and props behind you.
“i want us both to see how pretty you look when i’m balls deep inside you.” he grins.
a soft mewl rolls off your tongue when semi smears your juices through your slits with his cock. he grabs your hips for leverage as he slowly penetrates into your hole and you bite your lip hard when you can feel his girth stretches you out both painfully and deliciously. semi gives you a moment to adjust and after receiving the green light does he begin to move his hips.
“i’ve waited so long for this.” he growls, black nails digging deeper into your skin that'll be able to leave crescent marks by the end of the session as he pounds his cock into your cunt erratically.
your cheek is pressed down and your hands clutch the bed sheet as you feel his veins brushing against your walls and his tip kissing your cervix with each thrust. semi’s breathing is already ragged from above you, hips diligently rolling into you as he picks up the pace.
“look at you, baby– fuck– i’m so lucky.” you moan at the praise, subconsciously feeding to your ego; to be desired by semi and to have semi fucking you into oblivion.
“s-so good.” you whine, glancing up to the mirror to see yourself but what you’re mostly able to see is the man behind you. his toned abs, ash blonde bangs almost covering his eyes and brows furrowed in focus as he ruts into you mercilessly like a feral beast and it’s fueling your arousal even further.
a mischievous smile etches on his lips as his hazy eyes light up once they meet yours through the reflection, “i don’t think you can see yourself that well.”
you feel your body being lifted up abruptly before he makes you stand on your knees with your back against his broad chest. in front of you, you can clearly see the mess he has made out of you; hair unkempt, pussy slopping and dripping down his balls and the sheets from where your bodies are connected.
“better.” he smirks through the mirror. both of your eyes fixed on the reflected image ahead; your tits bouncing up and down as he continues to thrust into you while his arm wraps around your torso to hold you in place.
“so– pretty. my baby– my muse.” he says in between grunts and takes one hand to cup your face. “can you see my cock go in and out of you?” semi intends to show you how lewd it looks by pulling out his thick cock slowly and pushing back inside your pussy in an agonizing pace.
“yes, fuck– eita.” you sob, staring at the mirror ahead as you see his cock glistens with slick when he pulls out from your stretched cunt and fills you back in, edging you at the same time.
“and what happens when i touch you here?” he coos, reaching down to press your clit with his thumb. a shock of pleasure washes through your body, making your eyes roll back and your head thrown back to his shoulder. “come on, you can tell me.”
“it’s-it’s gonna make m-me cum.” you whimper as your hips roll desperately against his finger and each time he plunges into you.
“and you’re gonna sing my name when you do, right?”
“yesyesyes– please, just–” semi cuts you off by continuing his pace again and the knot in your stomach tightens at the feeling of being stuffed full when he rams deep inside you along with his ministrations on your throbbing bud.
his other hand pinches your pebbled nipple and causes you to keen in pleasure and you finally open your eyes to look at the mirror again to see the compromising position you’re in and the way he manhandles you; having absolute control all over your squirming body with both his hands and his cock– and it got your vision turning white as you tip over the edge.
“eita!” your lips part into a scream as your pussy flutters around his cock and come undone. the walls squeezing him elicits a low growl from his throat and he holds your body with both his arms as he remains to fuck you in order to chase after his own high.
“fuck– that’s it.” he kisses your head when you let out a choke from the overstimulation. “i’m gonna fill this pretty pussy.” sporadic thrusts begin to stutter as his balls tighten and his cock twitches inside you to indicate that he’s close to reaching his orgasm and a loud moan rips from his throat as he finally comes undone.
semi stills for a few moments inside you, catching his breath and regaining composure before he lifts your body slightly to pull out his softening cock. your trembling knees fail to keep you up so your body falls down on the mattress and semi chuckles at the sight as he joins next to you.
“you did so good for me, love.” his sharp, brown eyes gazes adoringly into yours and a soft smile tugs the corner of his lips as he caresses your hair. “was i too rough?”
“just a little,” you blush. “but i liked it.”
semi sighs in relief and draws closer to give a chaste kiss on your forehead, “i’ll run a warm bath for you, alright? then we can go to sleep.”
you nod your head, feeling warm and fuzzy when he holds you in his strong arms before he leaves for the bathroom. as you wait and hear water filling the tub, your mind wanders how you’re going to break the news to your manager about your blossoming relationship with semi.
and semi thinks about the same thing too.
whatever it is, it doesn’t matter to him.
as long as he has you.
duskamethyst © 2020 • do not modify, translate or repost anywhere.
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