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— 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 & 𝒊 | 𝒆. 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒔

mean neighbor!ellie x sunshine fem!reader, angst / fluff / hurt + comfort, modern!au warnings: language / 18+ content (mdni!), wc: 5k

you have a hot new neighbor…too bad she doesn’t want a thing to do with you!

tagging those who commented / liked my previous interest post!: @loversreligion , @tahni-04 , @parrotpeggy , @acnologiasgf , @maybe-cece (happy birthday gemini queen ! <3)

an — first time writing for ellie ! content warnings include oral (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving). not my first time writing 18+ content, but my first time posting eeek. i apologize for the person ellie has turned me into lmaooo. feel free to send me more ideas, blurbs, hcs, etc.

neighbor!ellie who moves in on a hot sticky july day.

ac’s busted in the common areas, elevator hasn’t worked in weeks, and she’s moved into a unit on the fifth floor.

neighbor!ellie who’s admittedly too far gone and incredibly irritated because jesse keeps fucking around and they almost drop her flat screen on the third flight of steps.

neighbor!ellie who finally gets most of the boxes and furniture settled and doesn’t even get to collapse on the couch for .2 seconds before someone’s knocking on the door.

yanks the knob so hard, the door rattles on its hinges.

eyes narrow when she sees you, all neat, not sweaty, dressed in an outfit definitely not indicative of a night in. only makes her even more annoyed because she just wants two seconds of peace.

“yes?” her tone is sharp, gaze bored because your lips part thrice before the words are spilling out.

“i know it’s miserable out, and this building can be a piece of shit, so i made some blackberry tea!”

neighbor!ellie who gives the glass, beaded with condensation, a brief glance before crossing her arms over her chest.

“i’m allergic to blackberries,” ellie says flatly.

your round eyes widen impossibly before tucking the glass behind your back.

“oh fuck, i’m so sorry,” you babble. “i have peach! or maybe mint? i—”

“i’ll pass.”

neighbor!ellie who doesn’t beat around the bush and makes a move to close the door because she hadn’t even checked into the conversation.

“if you ever need anything, i’m right next door!” you chirp. “i’m-”

“yup, yeah, got it. good night.”

and the door is shutting in your face.

neighbor!ellie who’s trying to sleep in because she stayed up all night playing tekken 4 with jesse jolting awake when she hears three soft raps against the front door.

has an inkling of who it could be so she’s only mildly surprised when she sees you standing on the welcome mat that says ‘no weenies allowed’ because jesse thought it was the funniest thing (ellie’d been only slightly amused).

“morning,” you smile.

you have a plate covered in foil in your hands and ellie gives you a brief onceover to find that you’re dressed to the nines again (admittedly it’s just a simple sundress, but the red and white ginham cuts at the meatiest part of your thighs and she has to remind herself to keep her eyes up).

“it’s…” ellie trails off, glances at the clock on the oven to find that it’s not even 9am. “…8:52am on a saturday morning.”

“it is,” you agree, extending the plate to her. “i, uh, hope you’re not allergic to pancakes?”

“…i’m not.”

you beam.

“great!”

you’re shoving the food in her hands before she can decline and ellie finds that the ceramic is still warm.

neighbor!ellie who awkwardly holds the plate up to you as a silent thanks and shuts the door in your hopeful face.

“i gotta give it to you williams, didn’t think you’d pull within 24 hours,” jesse mutters groggily from the couch he’d helped her lug up the stairs yesterday afternoon.

“oh fuck off,” she huffs, tearing the foil from the plate to find a five-stack of fluffy pancakes with two cute little strawberry-shaped containers that has butter and syrup respectively.

“who’s it from?” jesse asks, even though he knows the answer.

“girl in 5a.”

first bite in and ellie’s eyebrows raise because wow, that’s damn good.

jesse swipes a bite despite ellie’s protests and they polish off the matching plate that she puffs a laugh at because there’s a strawberry bandit painted in the center and in shoddy lettering says, “this is a strobbery”

neighbor!ellie who surprises you by washing and returning the plate later that evening, muttering out a quick thanks before ducking back into her apartment without another word.

she leaves you blinking, staring at the space she was previously standing in a moment prior before you smile and shut the door because god ellie is so hot.

neighbor!ellie doesn’t expect it to become a routine, but more often than not, you’re knocking on her door at any given hour with snacks and she’s surprised when, a week and a half in, she’s had to do minimal grocery shopping because you’re always feeding her.

little does she know it’s because you’re looking forward to the brief moments that she’s unintentionally banging on your door to return your plates and dinnerware.

neighbor!ellie who’s a mechanic and brings your goodies to work sometimes and gets teased by the other mechanics because they think she has a girlfriend.

neighbor!ellie who after revealing she works in a garage starts opening up her front door to little reusable bags with cute notes and food puns if your schedule’s don’t line up.

neighbor!ellie whose schedule does end up frequently aligning with yours and you end up taking the same elevator down.

“morning, ellie,” you greet, smiling softly at her despite being up at the asscrack of dawn.

neighbor!ellie who yawns, takes the lunch you made for her gratefully and walks with you to the elevator.

“morning, 5a.”

neighbor!ellie who could get used to only seeing you in the fifth floor halls, however, after a few weeks, you stumble upon her in different circumstances.

you’re usually out on your balcony in the early mornings to water your plants and drink your tea or coffee, but today’s been exceptionally rough at work (you’re, surprise, a café owner) so you step out to take a deep breath late in the evening after your shift.

you definitely don’t expect to find ellie perched on a stool flicking the ash from a blunt over the railing.

“‘sup,” she hums, taking a long pull.

“hey,” you sigh.

“long day?” she humors you.

the two of you don’t really have much conversation because ellie’s always finding ways to cut interactions with you short.

and it’s not particularly because she doesn’t like you, but she’s caught the vibe you’re giving off and she doesn’t want to give you any unnecessary hope, especially after such a messy break up with the last girl.

(it’s definitely not because something about you makes her nervous).

so she doesn’t really expect you to spill, but one moment you’re debating whether or not you should divulge and the next you’re talking a mile a minute about how draining the job can be especially when employees end up being unreliable and the customers are impatient.

ellie’s gone through the entire joint and you still haven’t stopped talking and she doesn’t want to be mean, especially because you’ve been so nice to her since she’s moved in, but the high is wearing off because she’s too focused on finding an out of the one-sided conversation.

“you should come by,” you say, once you’re done babbling. “to the café, i mean. bring your friends, i’ll stay open a little later for you guys.”

that catches ellie’s attention after she’d zoned out.

“i— you don’t have to do that,” she says. “and i mean, we’re all pretty busy and—”

“no, no!” you say sweetly. “i insist! i wanna test out a few new seasonal recipes and i’d love some opinions!”

ellie’s wracking her brain, but you’re looking at her so hopefully and you look too cute with a few strands of hair falling from your updo. she really doesn’t want to give in, so she gives a lukewarm response instead.

“i’ll, uh, get back to you, i guess.”

you’re grinning.

“try to clear saturday night!” you tell her. “sometime around 9:30!”

ellie opens her mouth to give one last protest, but you’re standing from where you’d been leaning against the railing.

“it’ll be fun!” you tell her. “night, ellie!”

neighbor!ellie who really doesn’t want to go because she feels like it’ll only add fuel to the fire.

the beginning of the week rolls around and you decide that this’ll be the week you’ll finally ask ellie out.

you figure that ellie’s just really quiet, isn’t the one to really put herself out there, so you wanna take initiative.

you’re thinking of all the different recipes you could try because you really wanna wow her and her friends.

little does ellie know that you’re lowkey agonizing over saturday and it’s all you can think about: what you’ll wear, what pairings you want to present, how you’ll decorate the cafe.

meanwhile, ellie’s trying to find a way out of it and jesse’s not any help because he keeps teasing her about how she must be broken for not wanting her hot neighbor who has a glaringly obvious crush on her.

everyone on the whole floor, possibly even the whole building knows. hell, even the doorman knows (and it’s definitely not because you stop to chat with him frequently when you walk your little beagle, apple, and ellie becomes a frequent topic of conversation).

neighbor!ellie who starts avoiding you because she fears that her being receptive to your kindness is giving you the wrong idea (definitely not because you’re growing on her and you’re becoming a part of her daily routine).

neighbor!ellie who sees you twice the entire week, doesn’t answer the door when you knock, stuffs your cute little post-its about saturday somewhere in the back of her junk drawer, smokes her blunts on the roof to avoid running into on the balcony.

neighbor!ellie who spends most of her time at the garage with jesse and her coworkers in efforts to get home after you do.

you figure that maybe she is really busy and you shouldn’t have been so pushy about the tasting, but you’ve grown to really like her and you can’t give this up without officially giving it a shot.

neighbor!ellie who ducks out of her apartment when she knows you’re out on saturday and leaves her lights off, so you’ll know she isn’t home.

neighbor!ellie who spends the day with jesse and his girl and gets invited to a kickback on the otherside of town.

neighbor!ellie who’s about two joints in and a couple shots out, so she’s crossed by nine and you completely slip her mind.

you’re on the other side of town, about a block from your apartment, waiting in the cafe for ellie.

you made such a pretty spread of lavender matcha cookies and lemon muffins. used your special espresso roast to brew a delicious batch of coffee to make a few lattes.

you’d even bought flowers from next door, decorated the table and light a few candles.

it’s 9:45 and you think that she’s gonna be late, but time’s passing and the pastries are going stale, the coffee going lukewarm.

it’s 10:30 when you start losing hope.

probably 11:30 when you blow out the candles, box up the treats and throw the espresso in the cooler for some iced coffee tomorrow morning.

you should’ve seen it coming, really. she did say that her and her friends were typically busy. and she hadn’t officially confirmed it with you either so you were being rather presumptuous anyways.

you decide that maybe you’ll just drop them by her place tomorrow and ask her to lunch!

it’s about midnight when you walk up the sidewalk and see that her LEDs are on in her room. it vaguely smells like weed so you figure she’d been smoking a little.

you don’t wanna bother her so late at night so you enter your own apartment, set the box on the kitchen island before padding into your room to get ready for bed.

you should’ve seen it coming, ellie standing you up, but what you don’t see coming, or hear, for that matter, are the muffled moans through the paper thin walls.

you’d been used to hearing ellie cuss at her video games, heard her getting better at playing the guitar, bickering with jesse over who got to be who during smash bros, but this was new.

you’d never heard the voice before, pitched and whiny.

your cheeks warm because whatever ellie’s doing must be good. you can’t even find it in yourself to be relieved that ellie was interested in girls. you’d initially been scared that maybe you were reading into it all wrong.

regardless, obviously you’d read everything way way wrong because ellie’s mouth is filthy and there’s no misconstruing the fact that she’s fucking someone six ways to sunday and you can hear every gory detail.

your stomach is churning because it’s been weeks and you couldn’t even get ellie outside the fifth floor’s hallway.

it’s obvious they’re thoroughly enjoying themselves and the hurt and envy that kindles is an ugly sight to see.

you end up sleeping in the living room that night.

neighbor!ellie who chases the girl out the following morning after a nasty hangover and finally coming to terms with the fact that she’d brought someone home last night.

neighbor!ellie whose stomach drops to her ass when someone knocks on the door a few minutes later and she thinks it’s you, but it ends up being jesse.

“jesus, did 5a do that?” he asks, referring to your apartment number in regards to the fresh hickies blooming up the column of ellie’s throat.

“god no,” ellie says. “how many times do i have to tell you, that’s never happening.”

neighbor!ellie who would never tell a soul that she’d been imagining a certain someone the night prior.

neighbor!ellie who doesn’t want to think of anything more than being your neighbor because she’s locked in this lease for the next two years and she’d prefer to not shit where she sleeps.

(yeah, that’s totally it).

“dude why not? she’s obviously so down bad for you,” jesse chuckles, pushing past ellie.

she huffs a breath, defensive.

“god, i don’t know how she isn’t embarrassed, it’s fuckin’ pathetic.”

oh—

you’d heard jesse’s voice, then ellie’s, and figured you could give her the pastries you worked so hard on last night.

you’d always thought that ellie was just naturally aloof, kept to herself often, but last night was the coffin and this morning was the nail.

in the stillness of your apartment, jesse and ellie’s voice carries through the thin walls.

“i mean, you could just fuck her a couple of times, get it out of your system?”

“god, look at her, there’s not a casual bone in her body.”

“you can’t run away from her forever, yknow?”

neighbor!ellie who thinks to herself that she’ll try anyways.

neighbor!ellie who doesn’t have to try, because you become an enigma after that.

it’s the middle of the week and she hasn’t had to even try avoiding you once.

you haven’t knocked on her door since the week prior and it makes her brows furrow.

neighbor!ellie who starts feeling bad for standing you up, but feels infinitely worse when she goes to dump some of her trash and finds the carton of pastries you’d baked.

they have your café’s name emblazoned on the logo and she vaguely remembers you chattering about trying lavender in one of your recipes.

she sees the purple food coloring and her heart sinks because why are they in the trash? :(

realizes that she’s fucked up and that maybe she should just be completely transparent with you.

neighbor!ellie who hesitantly knocks on your door and waits patiently for you to answer.

hears shuffling on the other side, but you don’t open up.

neighbor!ellie who tries to convince herself that you’re just busy! work is stressful right now and you’re keeping to yourself.

but you two end up bumping into each other on the elevator (she’d been lurking), and you give her a curt greeting because you’re polite and you realize that ellie doesn’t owe you anything.

“apple’s got a haircut,” she observes, leaning down to pet the pup.

“yeah,” you hum.

“she looks cute,” ellie compliments.

“thanks.”

neighbor!ellie who’s not used to you icing her out, so she takes the leap.

“hey, i wanted to apologize…” she trails off. “about saturday. i shouldn’t have flaked.”

“s’okay,” you say simply, watching as the numbers painfully descend. “you were busy.”

a blanket of silence.

“i’m sure the pastries were great,” ellie tries again. “we could always—”

the elevator dings and the doors part.

“have a good day, ellie,” you say softly, tugging apple by the leash to leave the lift.

neighbor!ellie who swears she hears you sniffling on the other side of the wall later that night, but tries to convince herself that you’ve just got allergies.

neighbor!ellie who thinks of every excuse in the book to try and talk to you, but she ends up freezing because fuck, have you always been this pretty?

neighbor!ellie who buys a succulent and puts it on her balcony. she tries to catch you in the mornings when you’re watering your plants, but it seems like your schedules just don’t align anymore.

neighbor!ellie is frustrated as fuck because she’d been avoiding getting attached, but you don’t knock on her door to deliver snacks or talk her ear off anymore and it drives her absolutely nuts.

neighbor!ellie who gets teased infinitely more at work because her coworkers are now convinced that there’s ‘trouble in paradise’.

“jesus christ, you’re actually pathetic,” jesse rolls his eyes over breakfast one weekend.

“dude, she just…” ellie lets out a frustrated sigh. “i just—”

“you miss her,” he fills in.

ellie turns red.

“fuck you, i don’t—”

“it’s okay to admit it, yknow?” he says. “she’s a lot different from your exes. she’s genuinely sweet, in it because she really likes you.”

ellie swallows, lips pursing.

“you’re soft around her,” jesse observes. “you think that if you give in, she’s gonna uncover parts of you you don’t even let me or joel see.”

“fuck you—”

“for someone who likes bitches you—”

ellie groans.

neighbor!ellie who goes home and rolls a joint because this limbo is stressing her out.

and FINALLY! you’re watering your plants on your balcony when she slides the patio door open and slinks outside.

you don’t say anything to her, just continue watering.

she slumps in her folding lawn chair, kicking her feet up on the railing to feign nonchalance, but you haven’t blinked an eye at her and she’s annoyed.

“been doing alright?” she asks finally.

you freeze for the briefest of moments before glancing at her.

you’ve got bags under your eyes and your lips are pursed and ellie’s heart squeezes.

“yeah,” you answer simply. “fine.”

ellie hums.

“how’s work?”

“same old,” you say, turning your back to her to tend to the plants housed on the other side.

neighbor!ellie who doesn’t know what to say. who’s so used to trying to break conversation, not make them.

neighbor!ellie who fidgets because you’re making her nervous. you’re usually so sweet and smiley, but this side of you makes her gut churn.

neighbor!ellie who bites the bullet.

“i’m…i’m off on sunday…” she says, scratching the back of her neck. “if you wanted to— i dunno.”

your back straightens and she thinks you’re gonna bite, but you glance at the sidewalk below and shake your head.

“you don’t have to pretend, you know?” you say softly.

it’s like a punch in the chest and ellie’s scrambling.

“no! it’s—” she realizes she’s shouting. “it’s not like that, i—”

“i’m a big girl, ellie,” you tell her, that stupid little strawberry-shaped spray bottle squeezed tight in your hand. “if i was annoying, you could have just said that.”

and god she feels so fucking awful because this entire time, you’d just been trying to be nice to her. it was a harmless crush and—

“i don’t think you’re annoying,” she argues weakly. “can you…can you look at me, please?”

your head tilts up and ellie realizes that you’re trying to stop yourself from crying.

“god, i really am pathetic,” is your watery whisper.

ellie’s crossing the balcony, fully ready to climb over the railing onto your patio, but you’re quickly dashing away the tears and throwing the sliding door open.

“goodnight,” you tell her, and you’re sealing her out in the humid air.

neighbor!ellie who’s in knots because living next to someone she used to see everyday fucking sucks now that all the two of you are reduced to is straining extra hard to hear your shuffling from the other side of the walls.

neighbor!ellie who stands in front of your door sometimes, wanting to knock, but feeling like she doesn’t deserve closure with you because it’s all her fault.

neighbor!ellie who realizes that the very awkwardness and discomfort she was avoiding to begin with could’ve been avoidable had she just been up front with you.

you were sweet and you were understanding…mature. you would’ve probably taken better to honesty than ellie blowing you off and lowkey being an ass to you.

neighbor!ellie being scolded by jesse after a couple of days pass because he’s beating her ass at smash bros without even trying and it’s hurting his ego.

“are you seriously gonna keep moping over 5a?” he asks after the fourth round won.

“i’m not moping,” ellie grumbles.

“oh c’mon dude,” jesse moans in annoyance. “you and 5a have this dad with four kids who doesn’t want a puppy but ends up loving the shit out of the—”

“i do not love her,” ellie barks.

jesse smirks.

“that’s all you took from that, ellie, seriously?” jesse scoffs.

“i mean, it’s not like there’s much that can be done, anyways,” ellie grunts, tossing the video game controller onto the coffee table’s surface. “she fuckin’ hates me and i don’t blame her.”

“5a does not hate you,” jesse sighs. “her feelings are just hurt, but you can fix it.”

“and how’s that?” ellie crosses her arms over her chest.

“you’re a smart girl, you’ll figure it out.” jesse grabs the discarded controller from the coffee table and shoves it into ellie’s chest. “now put your all into this next round, i’m still gonna beat your ass.”

neighbor!ellie who’s never felt more nervous in her life.

who’s standing a block away from the café you own with a little gift bag and a bouquet of flowers.

neighbor!ellie who’s used to effortless relationships and casual situationships.

neighbor!ellie who’s scared shitless that she’s making the wrong decision giving in like this, but maybe jesse’s right and you’re just what she needs.

neighbor!ellie whose hands shake the entire walk up to the café.

she sees you with your back turned towards the door, probably doing closing inventory or something of the like with the way you scribble quickly against a clipboard.

you look so in your element with your apron tied tight around the narrow of your waist and perhaps now’s not the appropriate time, but your work pants look exceptionally great spread over the—

“i’m sorry, but we’re closed for the evening,” your voice sounds when ellie opens the front door and the chime tinkles against the glass.

“i’ll make it quick,” ellie says quietly, paper wrap around the flowers crinkling as she shifts on her feet.

you whirl around with wide eyes, almost dropping the clipboard when you find your neighbor standing in the middle of your café.

she looks so good in a fitted brown button up rolled to the elbow to reveal the whorls of ink decorating her forearms and skinny jeans that are way too good at highlighting the muscles of her thighs.

“ellie, what are you doing here?” you ask, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“i was, er, in the area?”

one of your eyebrows raise.

“well, is there something i can help you with?” you ask, eyeing the flowers and the giftbag in what ellie can only read as disdain.

it’s like the day you two first met all over again but the roles are reversed. her lips gape once, twice, then three times as she tries to find the words. but ellie’s never been good at talking about how she feels, at being vulnerable.

“i have to close up,” you prod, tone tired. “and whoever you’re visiting after this is probably waiting.”

the words after are a silent insinuation.

god knows i did.

you’re turning on your heel and ellie knows she’s losing you.

“i like you.” she says suddenly.

you freeze, fist tightening mercilessly around your clipboard.

“that’s not funny,” you say stonily. “you don’t have to make an ass out of me for having feelings for you, ellie. i get it, it’s hilarious that your dorky neighbor has a crush on you, but you don’t have to drag it. i’m—”

neighbor!ellie who’s always thought that you talk a tad too much and sets the gifts on the nearest table before crossing the distance between the two of you.

she’s towering over you and you’re looking up at her with furrowed brows as she pries the clipboard from your fingers and kisses you without another word.

“wait, wait,” you whisper, pulling away from her momentarily.

her lips chase yours, one hand splaying over the small of your back as the other cradles your chin.

“i’m sorry,” she says quietly. “i didn’t—”

“i don’t understand,” you admit. “you…you and your friend were—”

ellie shakes her head vehemently.

“i was being stupid,” she says quickly. “it’s—” she sighs. “it’s a long story.”

“but the night of the tasting,” you start. “you brought someone home…i heard you.”

ellie closes her eyes in defeat, rolls her lips as she presses her forehead against yours.

“it was a mistake, you have to believe me,” she pleads softly. “i was drunk out of my mind and high as hell and—”

she stops talking when she sees the expression on your face, notices the way your fingers hover.

“you have every right not to entertain this,” ellie swallows. “and i know i’ve been awful to you, but i…i really like you 5a.”

your head tilts down and ellie’s leaning forward in an effort to keep the eye contact.

“i’m not good at stuff like this,” she confesses. “obviously.”

you breathe out an involuntary laugh.

“but you’re different, really different,” ellie says. “and you make me feel so fuckin’ weird—”

you flinch.

“a good weird!” she assuages. “it’s good. and i really wanna try things with you if you’ll let me.”

you look hesitant, but ellie’s hopeful and you’ve always been a sucker for green eyes.

18+ BONUS

neighbor!ellie really wanted to take things slow with you after officially winning you over, but she can’t really help herself.

she takes you out a week after your heart-to-heart in your café, a nice restaurant you’d chattered about during your elevator rides to the lobby, and she’d been so close to making it through dinner and keeping it appropriate, but the dessert the two of you ordered had strawberries.

needless to say, when you’d taken a bite into the candied fruit and the juice curved down your jaw and slithered between your cleavage, ellie threw a wad of bills onto the table top and dragged you out of the restaurant.

didn’t make it far, ended up at the edge of the parking lot in the back seat of her car with two of her fingers knuckles deep in your heat while she swallowed your moans whole.

neighbor!ellie who takes you to hers after you cum twice and she tastes you for the first time.

“fuck, angel,” she whispers against your clit. “pussy’s too good.”

the sight is a devastating one, your skirt bunched around your waist and your top discarded somewhere on her bedroom floor.

one of your hands bunches her sheets in your fist, the other threaded through her brown hair as she eats you out like she’s absolutely starved.

“that’s it, princess,” she eggs you on, stuffing her fingers and curling against the walls of your spongy cunt. her tongue is sloppy against your little bud and your dulcet moans are buttery soft, absolute music to her ears.

that night seems to be the straw that breaks the camel’s back because she can’t get enough of you.

especially not when you wear that red and white gingham sundress you’d worn the second time the two of you met.

neighbor!ellie who spends so much time in your apartment now, likes to especially when you’re baking because you wear that stupidly tiny dress in your stupidly tiny kitchen and it takes every ounce of self control to keep her kisses on your exposed shoulders appropriate.

you start kneading the dough and she can’t keep her hands to herself, hooking her jaw into the crook of your neck as her fingers dance under the hem of your dress and ghosts the seam of your thighs.

“y’look so pretty,” ellie hums, tongue darting to lave at the juncture of your jaw and your neck.

“wait, ah!” fingertips trace over your mound and a semi-giddy, semi-disbelieving laugh rumbles from ellie’s chest when she finds you aren’t wearing any panties.

“you’re a dirty girl, angel,” she bites, one arm securing around your waist, the other toying with the slick coating your inner thighs. “what happened to getting work done?”

all you manage is a breathy cry when ellie skips the formalities and taps your clit roughly.

“el—ellie!” you whimper, one of your flour dusted hands wrapping around her wrist as your back arches and your ass presses into her hips.

your body stutters when you feel something nestle between the pert cheeks of your ass.

you throw a surprised look over your shoulder and ellie’s already grinning lazily at you as she continues kissing all over you.

“surprise,” she whispers.

neighbor!ellie who’s so gone. who still constantly gets teased by jesse and her coworkers. who wasn’t willing to admit it at first, but wants absolutely everything to do with you.

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cherrywrecked · 3 months

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teach me — j. wonyoung x m. sakura

synopsis: sakura finds innocent!wonyoung watching porn, mirroring the porn star's actions.

warnings: stepcest. guided masturbation. wonyoung calling sakura ‘unnie’. kkura praising wony. fingering. slight choking. pillow humping. innocent!virgin!wonyoung. micromanipulation?

cross posted on ao3.

sakura never would have thought she'd come home to her stepsister watching porn, in their living room floor, with a pillow in between her legs, desperately trying to replicate what she was watching. wonyoung, this poor girl, she doesn't even know what she's doing. but sakura kind of expected that already. wonyoung had always been the good, innocent one. the one mommy and daddy raised with undivided attention. a straight A student, never been clubbing, never went to parties, hell, the girl only has what, four or five friends, even, so it definitely is a shock to see her doing... this.

“hng, why doesn't it feel good... no...” sakura hears the girl whining before changing the video with the remote. wonyoung doesn't even notice sakura standing just by the doorway, she just tried humping her pillow again. she looked so desperate and about to cry—it was funny. the older couldn't help but laugh at how frustrated the girl was. “it doesn't feel good because you're doing it wrong.” wonyoung yelped in shock, body jumping just slightly off her pillow when she heard her sister's voice. “u-unnie! you're home? why? i mean–! why are you home so early, yup! that's what i mean.” wonyoung was obviously panicking while trying to find where her shorts went. sakura just laughed as she dropped her bag on the couch.

“wonyoung-ah, relax.” sakura sighed as she crouched down, facing wony's blushing cheeks. “why are you doing this, mhm? did someone ask you to do this?” sakura asked with a soft voice, holding wony's hand. wonyoung shook her head as she bit her lower lip before answering; “it's just... i don't know! all my friends have been talking about how good this would feel and i don't know... so i asked yujin about it and she laughed at me for not knowing!” sakura coos at wony's frustrated words, a small smile forming her lips. “that's why you wanted to try it out on your own, is that it?” wonyoung nodded slowly.

“alright, look at me.” sakura brings a hand to cup the girl's cheek, making the younger look at her. “it does feel good, unnie's tried it before.” sakura started her other hand caressing wonyoung's leg. “really, unnie? why can't i do it? can you teach me, unnie? please?” the younger girl's words made sakura laugh internally. god, was she that desperate? she didn't even have to manipulate wonyoung into anything, wonyoung wanted her to teach her. “of course, baby. but we have to keep it a secret, do you understand?” wonyoung nodded excitedly before sakura pulled away. “okay, baby. take your top off for me.”

“eh? why do i have to? most the other girls in those videos have their shirt on.” wony tilts her head as she settles herself once again atop of her pillow, innocent eyes looking up to meet sakura's. “trust me on this, princess. i know better than those girls, mhm?” sakura took one bed pillow from their couch, which she assumed was brought by the younger as well and straddled on it, facing wonyoung. she then took her top off, completely leaving her half naked as she straddled on the pillow, just like her younger stepsister. “alright, wony. first you have to play with your boobs, like this.” sakura cupper her tits and started fondling them. wonyoung, as meekly as as could, started doing the same. wonyoung kept her eyes on her older sister's hand, watching every move her fingers do, so it was so easy for wonyoung to do the same when sakura slipped her nipples in between two fingers, pinching on it gently. this made wonyoung squirm—fuck, she's so sensitive. sakura noticed how wonyoung was biting back her moans. “wonyoung-ah, it doesn't feel good because you're not feeling yourself... let yourself go and just moan! it feels so much better doing this without having to worry about anything.” sakura said, one hand now cupping wony's cheek.

wonyoung could only look at sakura's eyes, she doesn't know what to do. being this close to her sister made her feel hot... naughty, even. she started to move her hips slowly against the pillow. parting her lips, she breathes out softly, “k-kkura unnie...” she whimpered and sakura couldn't help but to drag her hand down from her cheeks to wonyoung's neck, gripping on it briefly before replacing wonyoung's hands over the younger's tits with her own. “good girl, wony. you're already getting a hang of it.” sakura teasingly whispered against the younger's lips, letting her tiers brush against wonyoung's before pulling away.

the sudden loss of sakura's hand from her tits made her whine, but before she could even complain, sakura was quick to tell her the next step. “alright, now that you're... doing that, try using your palm too.” confused, wony tilts her head. “like this?” she repositions herself, now straddled slightly above her palm too. wonyoung could feel how warm her pussy is... she's never felt this before, she doesn't want to stop. not even waiting for sakura's reply, wonyoung just went ahead and started humping both her pillow and palm. the feeling of the fabric against her clothed cunt and the pressure her palm was giving her was enough to make wonyoung moan, lips parted as strings of soft moans and words to call out for sakura escaped past them. sakura could only watch in awe through her eyes full of lust. sakura too, could feel herself get wet just by watching her sister touch herself.

“u-unnie, i want more, please.” wonyoung says as she looks at sakura with her innocent, doe eyes. how can sakura say no to that? sakura gave wonyoung a smile and got up from her position from before, removing wony's hand from her cunt. no words were exchanged between the stepsisters, but sakura took the liberty to slip her hands under wonyoung's pair of panties, making the younger gasp out with the sudden touch of sakura's soft palm against the softness of her bare, wet cunt. “mhm, you sure were enjoying that, weren't you?” sakura teases making wonyoung blush even more and look away. sakura hated that, she uses her free hand to force wonyoung to face her. “watch me. watch this.” sakura didn't waste any more time and went ahead to moving her palm in circular motions against wonyoung's pussy. wonyoung, on the other hand, had her brows furrowed as she moans out for her sister. sakura places her free hand over wonyoung's waist, as if telling the younger to move her hips against her palm.

wonyoung, like the obedient girl that she is, moves her hips along with the movements of sakura's palm against her. it was driving her insane, but even more so when sakura took one of her nipples into her mouth and started kissing the sensitive bud. wonyoung pushes her chest more against sakura's mouth, as one hand supported her lower body while the other firmly gripping on sakura's shoulder. “u-unnie! that... that feels so good, a-ah! more, please...” wonyoung says in between moans. the younger lifts herself up and removes her panties, now completely naked for her sister. sakura liked how eager she was. as a reward, sakura sucked on a patch of skin just above wonyoung's right nipple, marking wonyoung as hers. this made the girl wince in pain, but that was soon brushed off as she lowered herself back against sakura's hand. however, when sakura's middle finger slipped right inside wonyoung's hole, the younger almost jumped in pain and shock. sakura was in shock too, but was faster to recover and started wooing the younger. she knew wonyoung was innocent, but she never actually thought the girl was a virgin? wonyoung hasn't even tried to touch herself. not once?

“you're okay, baby. unnie's here, wonyoung-ah, sshh.” wonyoung sniffled back her tears, wanting to be her unnie's good girl. “it's okay, princess, it'll feel better, mhm?” wonyoung could only nod at her sister. to make the younger feel better, sakura used her other hand to ease wonyoung's clit, rubbing on it in slow circles. “you're so naughty, wonyoung-ah. look at how hard your clit is for your older sister.” wonyoung squirms under sakura's touches and soon enough, she was moving her hips on her own. wonyoung couldn't even think at this point. she felt so tight around sakura's fingers and it felt so good inside her. even more so when sakura started to curl her finger inside as wonyoung practically fucked herself in it. the older can't help but to start touching herself too. using her free hand, sakura started to rub herself to her sister's moans.

“a-ah! f-f-fuck... finger... so good... unnie...” wonyoung couldn't even form a proper sentence, for god's sake. pain, lust, embarrassment for being this desperate for her sister's touch—she was feeling everything all at once and it was driving her to the edge. wonyoung clenches her cunt and tightens her walls around sakura's lone finger making sakura groan. “s-something's coming, unnie... stop, please! feels weird!” but just as wonyoung stopped moving her body, it was sakura's queue to make the girl cum. pushing wonyoung down to the floor, sakura straddle's the younger's frame. sakura sat just above wonyoung's thighs, her finger never left wonyoung's hole. the older started to hump wonyoung's thigh the same time she slipped another finger inside wonyoung, which made wonyoung wince in pain and tried to push her hand away. but sakura was stronger than the girl. “take it, wonyoung. you're unnie's good girl. take it.” sakura's words were endearing but her tone was firm. it didn't give wonyoung a lot of choice but to just accept what's she's given.

wonyoung started to feel a knot forming her stomach and her pussy getting more sensitive with every thrust of sakura's fingers. her moans are getting louder and needier. “cum for me, angel. cum for unnie.” and true enough wonyoung was squirming violently under sakura as she came hard around the older's fingers, coating the digits with white cream, which sakura absolutely loved. the older helped wony ride her high and as wony's breath stabilize, sakura pulled her digits out and sucked them clean with her mouth. wonyoung was eyeing her the whole time and wanted to have a taste, so wonyoung pulled her sister down and kissed her sloppily—she didn't know how, but she loved the taste of her innocence in sakura's mouth.

#kyna writes #le sserafim smut #ive smut #wonyoung smut #jang wonyoung smut #sakura smut #miyawaki sakura smut #sakura x wonyoung #sakura x wonyoung smut #girl group smut #kpop smut #gg smut #gxg smut

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milkibabe · 11 months

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♥ family camping trip w/ kenny (headcanons) ♥

✢ summary: headcanons on going on a camping trip with Kenny’s family

✢ authors note: heyy since my first post blew up i'm deciding to do all of the boys ;p

✢ gender: reader is implied to be female <3

✢ warnings: nsfw, mentions of weed/smoking

Kenny HCs

𝒮𝐹𝒲

Begged you to go camping with him for months.

When you finally took some time off to go with him, he was ecstatic.

"We're gonna have so much fun"

Was confused why you packed so much stuff.

"What do you mean you still need to brush your teeth?"

Boy is an animal I swear, he can be so nasty.

You, Kenny, and Karen played 'I Spy' while in the car.

Kenny loves when you play with his little sister, it makes his heart melt.

"You'd make such a good mom"

Kenny just casually drops that while you're unpacking, like it isn't the sweetest thing you've ever heard.

You cannot escape his kisses, you've lost count of how many times he's kissed you.

You'll just be getting the fire wood ready for the campfire and he'll sneak up and kiss you on the neck from behind.

"There's my pretty girl"

Kenny is already rugged by nature, so camping is really his element.

When it's just you around he'll purposely be shirtless to get your attention.

Seeing him chop wood... while shirtless??? You nearly exploded at the sight.

"Whatcha lookin' at hm?"

He gives you a cocky grin that makes you roll your eyes.

Stupid, sexy Kenny.

He is a night owl. He prefers to do everything later at night with you.

He always sleeps through breakfast, so you always nag him to eat lunch.

"Only if I get to eat you for lunch" He grins at you.

You groan and push him away. Dude can be so cheesy.

Never lets you wear your own sweaters or jackets. He wants you to wear is giant, orange parka, always.

He saw you shiver and immediately draped it over your shoulders.

His parka smells like his cologne and weed.

You always tell him "Babe... you're gonna make my hair smell like weed.

Speaking of weed, boy is always offering you some.

"Babe, can we please smoke by the water?"

You look at your phone. "Kenny, it's like 3 am..."

You, of course, do it anyways. It's fun getting high with your hot, blonde stoner bf.

*Queue Moonlight by Kali Uchis*

He makes sure to bring plenty of water for the dry mouth and your favorite snackies when you get the munchies.

He loves to feed you the snacks himself, he loves spoiling you.

"I want to do this with you every night for the rest of my life"

𝓝𝓢𝓕𝓦

Everyone already knows Kenny is a horny ass man, so it was no surprise when you couldn't get him off of you.

Cannot fucking resist teasing you every second.

Would whisper in your ears in the car while you're just minding your own business.

"Can't wait to fuck your brains out"

The face you made when he whispered that satisfied him a lot.

Everywhere you went on that trip was a place to fuck.

The tent? Yep. Some random isolated place in the middle of the woods? Yup. The showers/bathroom? You betcha.

Asked you to go skinny dipping with him in the middle of the night.

You were freezing cold of course.

This dude has the audacity to say "Aw, you can come to me to conserve warmth"

Obviously, this whole thing was a ploy to hold you while you were naked.

He would instantly start to suck on your neck, while massaging your ass with both hands.

You dug your fingernails into his back and in response he bit your neck.

Your moans made him grin, he loved how easily you melted into his touch.

Turned you around so he could grind his cock between your ass.

Wrapped his arms around your shoulders and whispered into your ear while he grinded against you.

"You're fucking perfect"

When shit was getting super heated, he walked you over to an isolated rock so you could hold yourself up on it while he fucked you.

You held on to that rock for dear life while he pounded you.

He loved watching how your body looked under the moonlight.

His favorite thing about standing doggy style is being able to watch himself pull out all the way and slam back into you.

Always riles him up when you stroke his ego.

You whine out, "Ah, its too big Kenny!"

Kenny smirks and says "Aw, but you take me so well, baby"

He only fucks you harder when you whine and whimper.

Takes him forever to cum, you probably came three times by now.

That's fine by him, he enjoys overstimulating you.

You were losing your grip on the rock and your legs could no longer stand, so he has to hold you up.

Kenny knows his job is done when you are about to collapse.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum"

He finally hits his climax and he pulls out to cum all over your ass.

"My favorite sight in the world"

He's proud of the work he's done but notices you about to pass out and quickly uses the water to wash you off.

"My sleepy little princess"

After drying you off with a towel, he puts his parka on you and carries you back to camp.

"Ooh, remind me to fuck you while you wear this next time"

Dude's always thinking of the next time he gets to fuck you smh.

#south park fanfiction #south park x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #kenny mccormick x reader smut #south park hcs #south park #south park smut #kenny mccormick

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transmascaraa · 4 months

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gaming headcannons!

he's liked you for a while now...

crush!gaming x gn!reader

author's note: sorry this took a while lmao i was too lazy to write anything. it might be ooc but oh well i js really like him and he's so skrunkly omgshhfhs and i wanna do a gf furina x reader FANFIC for a christmas special or smthn😍 i'm too insecure abt my writing skills like for fanfics but i hope it comes out good🤷 anyways, enjoy👍

"so you see, i've been dealing with a strange feeling ever since we've met..."

-he would be all over you already at the first eye contact you two made

-he was really energetic when he met you

-oversharing about himself, talking constantly and giving you a compliment every now and then

-you kinda fell for him too, but didn't think much of his actions(you were a little blind)

-he tried flirting a couple of times and it made you blush but again, you were a pessimist.

-but he had high hopes on you loving him just by the look you gave him

-so after a while of knowing eachother, you guys met at the lantern rite, a small place near a little lantern shop

-"hey y/n!" he waved and smiled brightly at you

-"oh, hey gaming!" you replied, walking towards him and smiling in return

-he was head over heels for you, trust me.

-not like you weren't for him.

-the two of you chit-chatted for a little bit, just enough for him to get comfortable in the conversation.

-"hey, also, i see the people getting prepared for launching the lanterns, do you have yours?"

-"yup, let's go!" you exclaimed as you unconsciously grabbed his hand, making him blush a bit

-getting to a place with not too many people there, you finally started lighting up your lanterns, whispering your wishes to them and slowly allowing them to fly high up in the sky, making your wishes come true.

-the sky was covered in lanterns.

-little lights.

-little yellow dots.

-until they couldn't be seen anymore.

-while you were looking at them, he was looking at you.

-your eyes shining in such adoration as you looked at them.

-his shined too, but not for the lanterns.

-for you.

-finally, you looked back at him.

-"wow, that was so beautiful..." you softly said to him.

-he only had a few seconds to think before replying.

-now or never.

-"but not more beautiful than the person standing right in front of me."

-one could say that there was a smile on his face.

-but a Mona Lisa type of smile.

-you blushed and hid your face.

-"w-what?..." you were too shy for this.

-no way he actually said that.

-you were dreaming.

-"i'm being serious... i've..."

-*sigh*

-"i've liked you for quite a long time now..." he shyly said.

-"but it's up to you if you wanna try..."

-he was so insecure.

-he was looking down the whole time, not even realizing that you were ready to look him in the eyes and answer

-"gaming..." you said, voice barely above a whisper.

-"h-huh?" he looked up, his eyes meeting your eyes.

-eye contact.

-he trusts you.

-you trust him.

-"i like you too..." you put your hand on his cheek and gently caressed it with your thumb.

-he was left speechless.

-his face was burning.

-his heart going 1000 miles per hour.

-"y-you do?"

-"yes, gaming, i'd like to try this. only with you." you were looking at him with a hopeful look.

-"thank you, my dear..." and before you could say anything else, he had his forehead pressed against yours.

-so... close.

-"i love you..." he whispered, blushing so hard.

-"i love you too..." and with that, your lips met in a soft, true, kiss.

-your wishes came true.

-now you surely know what to wish for next year...

~~~~~

this won the poll and when i have the motivation i'll do this similar confession but with dahlia. BUT FURINA FOR CHRISTMAS FIRST.

TYSM GUYS FOR SO MANY LIKES ON MY RECENT POSTS I'M GOING INSANE.

ily all sm also this gaming guy is adorable omfg

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yukyuki · 6 months

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We’re Good - LN’4

summary- when you two work on making each other jealous it will always come right back to you two in bed. 🍾

warnings- mdni! unprotected sex, language, alcohol, fingering, smut overall 🔞

a/n- omg I wrote this probably in less than an hour I’m sorry for any mistakes but I had to post this I was freaking out so bad!! 🧡🖤 listen to We’re Good by Dua Lipa that was the inspo!

Your relationship with Lando had always been filled with ups and downs. Broke up, made up and repeat. The main reason he was filled with toxic jealousy and you would always get back at him which didn’t help neither of you. Yet none of the others drivers or your friends doubted you were meant for each other.

As of right now you had broken up with him, and were at the After party of the Mexican Grand Prix which Alex forced you to go.

“girl he’s looking at you” Kelly said to you as she glanced over your shoulder seeing Lando’s eyes fixated on you and your beautiful back side. That little black dress worn purposely or not was Lando’s weakness. His lower lip slightly between his teeth and his eyes scanning your figure from the other side of the room was just making him crazier.

“So? He’s dancing with another girl anyway…” you responded to Kelly finishing your martini. Looking towards the dance floor.

“There’s your man…wanna go dance?” you say as she giggled.

“Of course!” she said as she grabbed your hand and to the dance floor you went, as you dance with Kelly you felt a warm presence turning your head you see the one and only Sir Lewis Hamilton.

“Oh I’m so sorry Lewis” you apologize for the sudden closure between the two of you. He gave you a gentle smile and shook his head.

“Don’t apologize…it looks like we were both forced to be here huh?” he said making you release a long sigh.

“Definitely…ugh but what do you mean? You won 2nd place congratulations!” you said smiling.

“Thank you Y/n…um random questions though…you and Lando broke up again huh?” he asked which caused you to frown your eyebrows.

“Oh well…you could say…yes…why?” you asked him as you notice his eyes glancing behind you.

“well if looks could kill I would say I would already be dead and buried” he said as you scoffed softly.

“let him be…he’s surrounded by girls either way…why don’t we dance? can you help me give him a taste of his own medicine?” you say throwing your arms around his neck as he looked down at your showing his pearly whites.

“sure sweetheart but you better pull him back when he comes after me” he said resting his hand on my hip as I nodded.

“I pinky promise…” you say giggling.

Minutes into your devilish plan with Lewis the loud music boomed loudly in the room as your hips were against Lewis yet he understood the assignment followed your pace. Your hands roamed down his hard toned chest and bodied closed together. Lewis glanced behind him as his hand seemed to touch your ass from Lando’s perspective…he never did.

“I didn’t think you would be this good of a dancer” you say smiling as he spun you around making your gaze bump in Lando standing so closer to you, your felt suffocated rolling your eyes you smiled at Lewis and told him you were tired and headed to the bar ordering an ice tea.

Lando leaned on the bar looking your.

“now you’re going after drivers?” his voice his you as you turn to him faking a smile.

“I remind you we’re not together anymore, but if that’s the case you’re going after easy girls that probably just want your reputation and money…and not actual love” you hit back drink some of your tea.

“do you actually love me Y/n?” he asked you getting closer to your small figure. You looked up meeting his eyes.

“You know I fucking do Lando you are just so immature and you don’t see it” you say about to look away but his thumb and index finger keeps your fave from leaving his.

“why were you dancing with Lewis then? You seemed like you were ready to fuck him” he replied as you looked away rolling your eyes.

“yup…you don’t change…what did you expect? for me to just watch you flirt with other girls? Watch their hands all over you, waiting for you to fuck them yeah Lando…I’m not stupid”

• • • •

You both went back and forth yet their was an audience behind you guys.

“What did we miss?” George asked joining the others with Carmen as they took a seat.

“Shhh” Alex hushed as he tried to make out the argument. Lily laughed and started to catch up George and Carmen and the missed parts.

“basically they’re making up…again” Max said laughing.

“just a matter of seconds” Kelly finished looking at your guys again.

“you are such an idiot Lando!” you yelled looking for your bag grabbing it about to leave the place but Lando’s hand quickly grabbed yours pulling you into a forceful kiss. You struggled your way out, but how can a fragile girl like you break out from the grip of a formula one driver that probably lived in the gym. His strong arms held you in place. Before pulling you away.

“you’re coming to my hotel room and we can talk there where it’s just us two and not all the drivers and their girls got it?” he mumbled as you pulled away from him walking out ahead of him as he looked behind throwing a thumbs up to the others running behind you.

• • • •

You both had not said a word the second you stepped into his bedroom. You pushed against the wall as his hand rested on your neck keeping you as close as possible. Lando’s free hand locked the door and your hands pulled on his shirt. Eager for what’s to come he pulled his shirt off throwing it somewhere as he leaned in attacking your neck with bites and wet kissed that caused you to release soft moan into his ear. Pulling on his brown locks you got wetter each second, no touch felt like Lando’s, that was for sure.

Smirking against your neck, Lando knew your body like the back of his hand. He knew you were already so wet for him the tent in his pants grew more and more prominent. His hand moved under your dress pulling your black laced thong off as he disposed of it brushing his two fingers between your folds your knees grew weak and you whined against his lips scratching his chest softly kissing his chin.

“P-please Lando…oh god” you got cut off by his two fingers entering you. He moved that at a fast punishable pace making you grip on his shoulders for support trying to not fall his other arm held you in place. Your moans grew louder.

“F-fuck…L-Lando yes…baby…” you moaned throwing your head back as he took advantage and created a mark on you, which claimed you as his. Your walls tightened around his fingers making him growl into your ear.

“God you sound so hot…I want to hear you like this when I’m fucking you got it?” he whispered scissoring his fingers in you as you moaned before nodding.

“please fuck me already…I’m…I’m close” you whined as your legs grew weaker and your orgasm grew nearer he didn’t stop until you came undone on his fingers as he pulled out causing your juices to drip down your things. He sucked his fingers clean and your eyes never left his as he did. Turning you around he lifted your dress revealing your ass before spanking you.

“you think I would be able to fuck another girl when I have a beautiful girl like you? you’re my only one baby” he whispered into your ear biting your shoulder gently. Breathing heavily you move your ass back on him feeling his bulge, you blush at his words as your sparkly eyes meet his.

“prove it to me Lando” you whispered moving your hand back moving your fingers into his hair. His hands roamed your body before unzipping your dress watching it fall off from you. You hold his hand pulling him to his messy bed that he had left this morning. You kiss him passionately as you both fall on the bed him after you, your tongues against each other before he flipped you around.

“on all fours beautiful” he commanded you in his deep British accent and you obeyed on all fours you hear him unbuckle his pants along with his boxers and positioned himself behind you.

Pulling you close he entered you slowly and deep as you became undone releasing a pornographic moan. Lando couldn’t help but go insane on how he was making you feel his thrusts started slow and deep and he filled you up perfectly in every way.

“f-fuck…Lando yes ah!” you whimpered as he pulled your back against his chest. His hand groping on your breast as he went deeper into you, you bounce back on his holding on from his thighs throwing your head back.

Your moans could probably be heard down the hallways of the hotel floor and there might already be complaints from other rooms but this was how make up sex always turned out with Lando. Hot, explosive and loud and you loved every single part of it.

“Oh my god! Yes…yes right there!” you cried opening your mouth but a silent moan came out twitching inside of you Lando’s groans joined your moans as you both rode out your highs. He thrusts fast at an inhuman pace and you move your ass against him making him reach places he had never reached before.

“Oh fuck! Lando!” you scream finally releasing on him as he held you against him slowly down as he shot out his cum into you staying there catching your breath you touch his cheek breathing heavily pecking his lips.

“God…I love you Lando” you whispered blushing so hard you felt embarrassed, finally realizing how you have behaved in the last 15 minutes of lust and desire with Lando.

“I love you more baby…” he whispered rubbing your thighs quickly hugging your waist.

“no don’t move yet…this feel so good” he whispered in your ear as the blush in your cheeks kept growing you bit your lip at the sticky sensation that connected the two of you.

“you actually don’t like Lewis right?” he questioned with his head resting on your shoulder making you laugh.

“Lando…never in a million years he is such a good friend… and my partner in crime he help me get the man I actually love to fuck me…just don’t tell him that” you say blushing as he smirked.

“don’t you dare Norris…” you threatened as he shook his head.

“don’t worry baby…only I get to know how crazy you get when I fuck you” he said softly as I hit his arm

“so we’re back together?” you asked

“I actually think we never broke up baby” he responded kissing your shoulder.

• • • •

“so apparently you two are back together” Kelly said making you burn yourself with your coffee before clearing your throat.

“w-what?” you ask subconsciously fixing the turtle neck thinking you had exposed Lando’s marks on you.

“Oh Kelly give Y/n a break the whole hotel heard them” Lily added as you couldn’t help but blush.

“Here’s your croissant baby” Lando said taking a seat next to you. As Alex patted him on his back.

“you two are just perfect you know that right?” Carmen said admiring you two as you looked at Lando.

“I think you’re right Carmen…Lando is perfect for me so yeah…we’re good” you say winking at him kissing his cheek as Kelly snapped a picture of you two that she will later post to brag her favorite couple on the paddock.

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I got to say one of my favorite smuts I’ve wrote 🧡

#lando norris #formula 1 #formula one #lando norris x reader #lando norris smut #formula one social media au #lando norris x y/n #lando norris x you #lando norris series #max verstappen #lewis hamilton #alexander albon #Spotify #lando smut

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steviewashere · 2 months

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Sugar Lips

Rating: Teen and Up CW: None Apply! Tags: Post-Canon, Post-Season 4, Pre-Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington Has an Oral Fixation, Suckers as Both a Plot Point and a Character, Eddie Munson Loves Steve Harrington's Mouth, Spit Kink, (I'm Like 99% Sure That's Half of What This Is), Eddie Munson is a Cringe Fail, Eddie Munson is Good at Flirting (Sort of), First Kiss, Innuendos, Steve Harrington is a Tease, Neurodivergent Eddie Munson (Implied), Neurodivergent Steve Harrington (Implied)

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Steve has this little thing he does and Eddie isn’t sure he realizes what it is. Or that he’s doing it. Or that it’s driving him absolutely insane.

Now, Eddie’s no stranger to fidgeting. That is definitely something he engages in as constantly as possible. He often shifts the guitar pick on his necklace. And he absentmindedly picks the threads on his jeans or he’ll plunge his finger back and forth in the button holes of his vest. Sometimes, he’ll use his index finger to trace the zipper teeth on the sleeves of his leather jacket. He’s just a texture guy, likes being able to feel things constantly. Shift them around. Give his fingers something to do in a moment of much needed distraction.

It’s just how his brain works. And he’s ninety-nine percent sure that Steve’s brain works similarly.

He puts things in his mouth. Yup. That’s what Steve does. That’s his thing. Sometimes it’s just his fingers. Nibbling away at his fingernails or tearing at hangnails, which can’t ever feel good. If he gets sauce on his fingers, he licks it off instead of using a napkin. (That one in particular has made Eddie flee to the bathroom several times. Can you blame a guy?)

The thing that’s going to kill Eddie, though, is this stupid cotton candy flavored Dum-Dum sucker Steve packed with his lunch. He’d come in to find a movie for him and Wayne to watch later that night, wanted to invite Steve over and that’s when he saw it. The sucker.

It began normally. “Hey, Stevie!” He had greeted. The door chimed above him. And Steve gave him a half-hearted wave from behind the counter. He was sitting on a metal stool, back towards the door, face down at the counter, sketching out things on the inventory list. A wobbling stack of—what appeared to be—horror tapes beside him. Fresh from delivery, most likely. Eddie paid no mind. Waltzed towards the westerns, standing idle in front of the movies momentarily as his eyes took in the sheer amount of Chuck Norris films, and found one he hoped Wayne hadn’t seen before. (Which, now that he thinks about it, is highly unlikely. He wouldn’t be surprised if Wayne went to him one day to say he was gay for Chuck Norris. He’s like an absent husband at the Munson’s.)

He rang the little service bell to get Steve’s help checking out. And nearly buckled at the knees. Steve’s lips were spit slick and lightly stained pink. It popped from out of his mouth, his lips a perfect ‘O’ shape. And his tongue was also a delicious bright pink. Eddie was so distracted by the whole display, he didn’t even realize that Steve was actually speaking. That his spit was more interesting than whatever bullshit Family Video regime he was mumbling.

“Huh?” Eddie dumbly said while blinking back to existence.

Steve chuckled. “I asked if that was all you needed today, Eds.”

I could think of something else, Eddie thought, still staring at Steve’s mouth. He shook his head, curls whipping about, hopefully covering the embarrassing flush on his cheeks. “No—I—This—Wayne wanted to kiss—I mean watch—“ Eddie stopped himself with a heaving sigh. “Yeah, this is all I need.”

He swallowed down the rest of what he wanted to say. Tried to cover for himself. But he was weak in the knees once more. The sucker went back into Steve’s mouth, lolling over his teeth, clinking. His tongue was probably doing gymnastics trying to savor the flavor of that stupid thing. Probably suckling around it. Mouth pooling with spit. Eddie forced himself to lean against the counter, palms spread and flat against the surface, head dipped down so that he couldn’t see his demise anymore. But that still didn’t stop his mind from wandering. Thinking about what Steve’s mouth probably tastes like, sugar sweet and oddly fruity. Didn’t stop the sudden flashes of make out sessions they could be having, hiding behind the ‘Adults Only’ curtain, pinned up against—

“Dude!” Steve suddenly shouted. And Eddie found his eyes back on Steve’s face, dipping low to his lips. That sucker was still in his mouth. And he was right, there’s so much spit. He wishes that was his tongue in—“Eddie, are you alright, man? Why do you keep looking at me like that?” He sounded nervous. Even a little…embarrassed.

Fuck, that’s not how he wants Steve to feel around him. He scolds himself mentally, again. Stop being a perv, he tells himself. But his musings are futile.

He sighed once more. “I’m fine,” he muttered, “tired, that’s all.” Gave his best smile, but completely shattered once more when Steve pulled the lollipop out of his mouth. A thin string of saliva connecting it to his lips. His tongue darting out to break it. He couldn’t stop staring. Couldn’t stop himself from yearning. Couldn’t help the way he leaned further over the counter, completely in Steve’s warm orbit, nearly nose to nose.

Steve nervously giggled, but he didn’t step away. In fact, he licked his lips, darted his eyes, and for some odd reason…his cheeks grew bright pink. “I—Eds, you’re really—“

“Why are you so pretty?” Bursted from Eddie. He groaned. “It’s really not fair. And you’re single? What the fuck is wrong with people?”

“Eddie, what are you—“

“You fucking lick a stupid sucker and now I’m losing my mind. What the hell,” Eddie murmured. “Like I just wanna—“ He quickly looked over his shoulder, the parking lot desolate through the windows, the aisles completely clean, and turned his gaze back at Steve. His hands jumped up from on the counter, grabbed the lapels of Steve’s stupidly cute pink polo, and pulled him in. “I’m gonna kiss you,” he whispered, “and you can kill me later for it.”

As Steve began to nod, Eddie surged forward. It wasn’t a pretty kiss. And it wasn’t a neat one, either. Steve’s lips were moist, sticky with sugar, and stupidly soft. He slipped his tongue out, licking between his lips, tasting cotton candy. And was slightly shocked when Steve let him in. Letting him taste inside his mouth. Trace his teeth, connect their spit, share that sucker.

When he pulled back, popping off of Steve’s bottom lip, he immediately dropped his hands. Horrible realization dawned on him. His eyes widened. Mouth dropping open. Cheeks flushing. “Fuck,” he spat. “I’m sorry, I don’t—That was—You’re my friend, I shouldn’t have done that.”

But as their eyes met, he let himself relax slightly. Steve’s eyes were wide, but glistening. Something soft about them. He was smiling, teeth, spit, pink stains and all. “I have been waiting months for you to do that,” he said simply.

“What,” Eddie could only muster, his voice distant with disbelief.

“I have been waiting months for you to do that,” Steve repeated. “You’re not a very subtle looker. But that was—Jesus Christ, I could like taste your yearning.” Eddie began to crumple. This was a bad idea, he briefly thought. Though Steve whispered, flirtatiously and in awe, “That was so fucking hot.”

Eddie hummed. He relaxed completely. Placing his hands back on the lapels of Steve’s shirt. Thumbs rubbing in circles over the fabric. It was scratchy under his fingertips, it felt good. He sighed through his nose. Smirked something teasing. “I was going to invite you over tonight for that movie,” Eddie began, voice low and husky. “But maybe we could leave Wayne to it and…I’ve got some room in my van. Go out to the quarry. Show me what else your mouth can do.”

For how much of a ladies man Steve Harrington supposedly is, he’s too easy to fluster. Going warm and bright red under Eddie’s gaze. Melting positively into the slight hold Eddie still has on him. “Okay,” he murmured, “What time?”

“As soon as your shift is over, come to mine. Bring yourself, this cute little polo, and your pretty mouth. I’ve got plans with you, sugar.”

Kissing Steve Harrington’s sucker sweet mouth is probably Eddie’s new favorite way of fidgeting. And he finds, much much later, that it fulfills needs for the both of them.

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kiztae · 10 months

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warmth [II] ― c.beomgyu x f.reader

wc: 3.7k

genre: frenemies to lovers, slight fluff, suggestive, smut.

summary: you and beomgyu used to be childhood bestfriends, but you drifted apart and became more dismissive of each other. you both snicker and tease each other, but there's always a feeling of something more being there. perhaps a beach trip can manage to make you guys closer, maybe closer than ever. (SEQUEL TO THIS)

cw: smut, fingering, protected sex, penetration, grinding, slight bit of angst, slight bit of insecurity from reader and beomgyu, fucking with people in another room? (they're unaware though)

a/n: finally posting this. i know some people were waiting for it, so i hope you enjoy!! (a bit rushed but it’s still cute.)

ever since yesterday, you and beomgyu didn't know how to act. the usual bickering and playful mood were turning into more of a slightly awkward but also tense atmosphere.

you both had fallen asleep after your... moment. however, beomgyu was gone after you had woken up, the past comfort of his warmth nowhere to be found on the other side of the bed.

because of this, you had assumed that maybe he wasn't feeling completely good about it. maybe some dwelling on it made him realize what happened more clearly. you had to admit, you were a bit confused by it too.

sure, you both had some sexual tension growing between the both of you for a while now. but it didn't help that much with this new event. you guys were still childhood friends, and recent... frenemies?

consequently, you opted to think that beomgyu was maybe feeling a bit shy or awkward. even though inside, you were dreading the fact that he was regretting it and avoiding you.

"y/n?"

"huh?"

"i asked you to help beomgyu with the dishes. wake up honey!" your mom chuckled as she noticed your dumbfounded expression.

thankfully, your mom snapped you out of your overwhelming thoughts, making you walk towards the kitchen sink.

whatever. it's whatever. if he regrets it, he regrets it. if it's something else, it's something else. stop bothering yourself with all this.

"took you long enough. at this point the night breeze is about to dry these plates faster than you." beomgyu commented as he saw you stand next to him and grab a plate to dry it.

"really? well i bet that if i gave a kid these plates, he would make them three times cleaner than this." you bite back, not meeting his gaze, part of you a bit annoyed at his lack of communication the whole day.

"you could never clean these like i do." he states, looking up and smirking, like he was royalty. it amused you a bit, beomgyu always did something that made you laugh. but this time, you didn't want to give him much of a reply.

"oh, i'd hope nobody ever cleans them like you do." you continue, starting to put the dry dishes away into the kitchen cabinets.

"hah! sure. you're just jealous of my skills."

"hm, didn't know you had any sort of skills. in like, anything?"

right after you finished your sentence, the sounds of beomgyu scrubbing the dishes stopped, the water still running. you were a bit disorientated, not knowing what he was doing.

until you felt him stand behind you, his body pressed up against yours. again.

"i'll have you know i'm skilled at a lot of things." he murmurs behind you. "and i bet... you'd like some of those things." he resumes, as he brushes his hand over your thigh, then your hip, and finally your waist, leaving it there.

your words were caught in your throat, not being able to mutter even a mediocre response to him, the feeling of him so close to you making you flustered.

"guys, are you done yet?" beomgyu's mom asked as she walked inside the kitchen. your eyes widened when you heard her footsteps coming close.

beomgyu's other hand moved up to the kitchen cabinet, reaching for it, as his other hand placed itself on the counter. you just stayed still and then looked at her with an apologetic smile.

"yup, just helping y/n close the cabinet! you know how short she is mom." he brushes off with a small laugh.

luckily, beomgyu's mother didn't really pay much mind to it and just told you both to wrap things up and go to your room, leaving soon after.

"move, beomgyu." you command, turning around and glaring at him with a frown. your cheeks were still shining a small tone of pink, making your expression not look nearly as intimidating as you wanted.

still, beomgyu backed off, frowning himself, feeling a bit attacked. he knew you both always fought and fooled around, but you looked genuinely mad. he didn't like that.

"hey- are you- are you mad?" he asked, looking for your eyes, while you just turned around, avoiding his.

"you figure that out, i'm going upstairs." you sigh, walking away from him before he could reply.

honestly, you didn't want to be so immature about it, but you just couldn't stand him being like that after leaving you earlier.

"so fucking cold-" you shivered, tiptoeing towards your spot on the bed. the pajamas you had packed for the beach trip weren't doing anything for you. you thought the night weather would be similar to the sunny hot breeze in the day, but you were so wrong. the night breeze was icy, your tank top and pajama pants making it hit you with all it's might.

once you got to the bed, you hurriedly covered your legs and waist with the blanket, sitting down and trying your best to warm yourself up. you grabbed your phone and started to reply to some messages, as well as scrolling through some apps.

the door creaked, making you look up from your phone, your stare meeting beomgyu's as he came in.

not a word was exchanged between you two, both not knowing very well what to say. he went inside the bathroom to change, and you opted to lay down already, and try to go to sleep.

when he came out, you were already turning your back to him, the lights turned off, the covers unsettled, and your figure blurred by the darkness.

beomgyu internally sighed and got on the bed, settling himself on his side. nonetheless, he was not going to sleep. he couldn't do that after you left like that earlier.

"y/n."

silence.

"y/n?"

silence.

"y/n. please."

he moved over closer to you, not too close, but closer.

"did i go overboard? was it- was it bad? i'm sorry- i thought we both wanted it. i just- i admit i was... really turned on by you... so i acted out on it- but i'm sorry, it was wrong. i really thought-" his words were coming out like a wave, all so rushed and piling over.

"it's not that!" you cut him off, turning around and sitting up, finally facing him.

his mouth shut close and he looked at you with his brows furrowing to the side, just like a lost puppy.

"you, you left earlier. i woke up alone. and then you- you just didn't talk to me?" you explain, looking around, searching for the right words. "i just didn't understand. we did... something. and to not see you or talk to you after that, was confusing. yeah, i was embarrassed and i knew we could be awkward maybe, but it was odd."

"oh. oh shit. y/n i'm sorry." beomgyu's frown turned over, making him look mad. and he was mad at himself. he forgot to even explain anything to you.

you didn't know. you didn't know that beomgyu had been woken up by his mother knocking on the door and telling him to come help with some things around the beach house. making him leave your side without being able to explain anything. even more so, his mother had him running around the house and the beach, making him do all sorts of chores, which made it impossible to talk to you, until now.

he explained everything to you, telling you every single chore his mom made he do, every single moment he wanted to talk to you but couldn't. it all made sense now, and you were so relieved.

"i'm sorry. i didn't realize. i just, i got in my head and i overthought everything." you say, your body moving closer to him unconsciously, searching for his warmth.

"we both fucked up y/n. we're stupid." he let out, stifling a small laugh.

"woah hey, don't put me on the same level as you-" you retort, feeling comfortable enough to dive back into your old dynamic.

"oh, shut up!" his eyes roll up and he smiles soon after, this new mood making it all feel better.

"weird. i thought you didn't want me to?" you mock him, clearly challenging him to see what would happen next.

for a second his mouth opens, ready for a response, but then it closes back. his mind goes haywire as he remembers the words he said to you, the acts he did on you, and the things you said. his cheeks are soon stained with a bright pink shade, his eyes wide and his mouth firmly shut.

"that-" he pauses, a wave of embarrassment brushing over him.

has he ever felt this embarrassed? the choi beomgyu, was being utterly shy and quiet.

"that's so different y/n." his voice marks a more serious tone, his gaze meeting yours. the blush on his cheeks is prominent, but even more so, the almost hidden shimmer in his eyes makes him look so gorgeous.

you both stare at each other, the atmosphere in the room thickening with each breath you took. you were both sitting down in the very same bed from last night, facing each other, your bodies longing for the other's.

"gyu—"

before you even try to form a sentence, his hands find shelter on the sides of your neck, pulling you in.

the short breaths exchanged between kisses echo around the room, making it too easy to get lost in the warmth of beomgyu's embrace. whatever coldness you felt before was long gone, your body felt like it was on fire, every clash of your mouths with each other making your temperature skyrocket.

"let me touch you- please-" beomgyu pleads, detaching his lips from yours but sticking his forehead against yours instead. his hands were stilled just behind your lower back, waiting for your response. to be honest, beomgyu was about to go insane if he waited any longer. it took all of his self control not to manhandle you and feel every single bit of your body.

"yes- do everything you want gyu." you breathe out, looking up at him expectantly.

"fuck- don't say that." he sighs, furrowing his brows and letting his head drop down into the crook of your neck.

"touch me." you inquire, the tone in your voice so soft that it makes him twitch in his pants. his hands roughly grasped your waist, placing you right on top of his hard on.

his breath immediately hitched when your clothed core came in contact with his crotch. his eyelashes fluttered and his mouth gaped with the electric feeling of it. your hands move down to gather his, sliding them from your waist down to your hips. he takes the hint and assists you by pressing you against his bulge, making you grind down on him.

"mmh" a moan slips past your lips, your eyes shutting closed and your palms flying up to his chest to stabilize yourself.

"so that's how you like it?" his voice deepens, the timbre of it lowering down and revealing some cockiness in it with each word.

you can only nod in response, choosing to drop your head down, your eyes opening and being met with the sight of beomgyu's hips moving up into you. it looked so lewd, the rhythmic thrust of his pelvis against your heat.

"y/n.. so good.. you feel so good.." he praises into your ear, his voice husky and vibrating against your skin. right after his comment, he nips at your earlobe, bitting it softly and earning a small gasp from you. the grinding against his erection made you fuzzy and warm inside, it all felt like a fever dream. you were burning inside and out, his hands starting to roam around your body until they found their place on your breasts.

"so pretty. so so pretty y/n." he whispers, his eyes not leaving your breasts, hypnotized by the heaving of your chest.

just as beomgyu started to lower his head down to your chest, starting to bite and nibble at the skin that he had now exposed, your hand began to lower his shorts, not a single thought in your mind other than needing him.

"w-wait.." his head quirks up, his face flushed, ears red, lips puffy and eyes glossy.

"d-did i go too far?" you hesitate, fearing you might have crossed a boundary.

"no! no.. it's just.." he mutters, looking away shyly.

"s-should we stop?" you offer, feeling incredibly ashamed of the ideas in your mind.

"—no! please-" he opposes, furrowing his brows, both of his pupils shaking as they broke through yours.

"so.. what now?" you look down to the tent in his pants and the small wet patch that formed on top of his sweatpants. his hands started to inch down slowly, calculating every swift across your thigh until it reached down between your legs. then, his hand cups your heat, his middle finger starting to trace up and down your slit, tempting you.

“let me do it for you. please." he purrs into your neck, nipping at the skin and licking the cherry tinted marks on it. you swallowed, once, twice, and then melted into his touch. your breath joint with his, frantic and hot.

he hooked his finger on the elastic of your panties and hooked them to the side. "sorry, i'm—" you were swollen, plump and wet. you didn't think you were capable of getting so wet, so fast, but apparently you were. "beautiful." he wasn't really talking to you, more like he was thinking out loud. "can i?"

at first you weren't sure what he was asking permission for, but when you looked down to see his middle finger prodding at your entrance, his thumb slowly rubbing against your clit in a spiral, you understood.

"yeah." your words came out hoarse, like they had struggled to even form. he was so turned on, being able to have you on his fingers made his cock twitch in his pants. when he finally pushed his digit into you, and then another one, he grunted out a guttural fuck, responding to the ease in which they went in.

his eyes would not leave your cunt, entranced with the way his fingers slipped in and out of you with ease. and oh god, how he loved the sounds you were making against him.

“you’re such a good girl. taking my fingers so well..” he praised, reaching deeper and hitting the soft spot that made you see stars. you never knew beomgyu would be so good with his fingers. that he would be talking dirty like this, to you.

“fuck- who thought you to speak like that??” you gasped, moving your head into the crook of his neck to try and hide your flustered state.

“what’s wrong baby? is it turning you on?” he teased, his tone playful and yet so lustful, his fingers doing wonders and bringing you closer to the edge.

“s-shut up.” you bite back, biting his neck and licking it, a sharp moan coming out of him. such a sweet sound, he just sounded so pretty.

“cum for me.” he pleads, feeling you getting close and hearing your moans get higher. “please cum on my fingers.”

“fuck, gyu!” you whimper, the bundle of knots in your stomach snapping.

“fucking soak me.” he whispers against your hair, grasping it as he tries his best to control his breathing, almost not being able to contain how much this was affecting him too. luckily, this helped and muffled your moans a bit, helping so that the others don’t hear everything.

after letting yourselves catch your breaths (more you than him), he separated from you and looked down at his hand, bringing his fingers up to his mouth. you looked up at him to see what kept him quiet, noticing how hard he was staring at your slick coating him.

you were about to say something, but then he brought them up to his mouth, sucking your juices off of them with a lazy grin. his cheekbones were bright red and his eyes were hazy, looking back at you when you just observed the obscene act.

“you didn’t need to do that.” you cleared your throat, looking away and closing your legs by reflex. but he wasn’t pleased with that, hands traveling to your thighs and taking the plush skin in them, separating your legs once again.

“i wanted to, and you taste so good y/n.” he winks, licking his lips after to get a last taste. as he does this, he reaches closer and places himself between your legs, climbing on top of you slowly. his body heat made yours increase, the closeness of you both making everything feel like it’s in slow motion.

when the mattress dips on the sides of your head, you feel beomgyu drop part of his weight on you, his crotch right on top of your naked one. he reaches down and finishes the job you started earlier by lowering his shorts enough for his dick to spring out. fuck, he was long and veiny, the tip of his shaft shining with precum.

“oh shit, i almost forgot!” he whisper shouts, turning back and chuckling softly. “i’m so fucking horny, i almost forgot to grab a condom.” he explains, reaching towards his bag and taking a small box of condoms out of the small pocket.

“you brought condoms?” you inquire, frowning and letting out a soft chuckle yourself.

“i um- i bought some earlier today..” he admits sheepishly, looking down as he takes one out and hides his embarrassment as much as possible. you smile in return and remember what’s about to happen, burning up too.

once he got it on, he returned between your legs, pressing his tip against your entrance, sliding it up and down while furrowing his brows and letting out tiny gasps.

“are you sure about doing this with me?” you ask out of insecurity, suddenly feeling a bit self conscious about whether or not he wanted this with you, or if it was just in the moment.

he instantly looked up at you in disbelief, his eyes shining under the moonlight. he rushed to go over to you, even closer, attacking your lips and starting to kiss you with as much need as he could let out. his tongue played with yours, your mouths colliding and fighting each other to get a little bit of air.

“you have no idea what i want” he growls against your mouth, his forehead sticking to yours as he aligns himself with you.

he searches for your eyes again, silently asking for consent, accepting it when you nod against him. not wasting any more time, he pushes himself in you, his shaft filling you up so deliciously when he bottoms out. you both sigh in contentment when he does so, you grabbing his back and him holding onto your waist. your bodies have never been closer, the heat from your bodies forming into one, into your warmth.

“does it feel okay?” he questions, rocking his hips gradually harder, his thrust showing themselves as more needy by the second.

‘okay’ was far from how good it felt to have him inside you. the nails of your fingers dug slightly into his shoulders as you hastily replied “don’t stop.”

“fuck, okay.” he grunts, now starting to thrust up into you, snapping his hips as he takes the back of your head into his right palm to steady you, holding you like a fragile flower. your fingernails then dig into his back, feeling his muscles move underneath your hands.

“why did i fight you again?” you manage to ask, struggling to even keep your eyes open.

“why? shit- cause' you're annoyed im too handsome?” he retorts jokingly but also out of spite, resenting you for ever keeping this from him.

“agh- now i remember” you add, whining the last bit when you feel him hitting you so deep with each thrust, another orgasm threatening to spill.

“i won’t last long with how good this feels..." he bites his lip, now moving his hands into your that we’re holding onto the sheets behind your head. he connects and tangles his fingers with yours, holding your hands against the mattress as he pounds into you.

“me too- please." you beg, grasping his hands in return, both of you holding onto each other desperately. you weren't gonna last long either, your high nearing with each moment of his. god, did beomgyu fuck often?! how was he so good?

between small whines and hushed breaths against your collar, beomgyu rushed his movements more, his thrust turning sloppy and even god- even more desperate. it was like he was aching for you, the need uncontrollable. and it was mutual, your legs closing up against his hips, caging him and pushing in further.

your sounds were both getting higher and higher, both of you incapable of keeping them in, this causing him to go forward and reattach your mouths. his tongue messily worked with yours as he muffled the sounds and kept on hitting your sweet spot.

just when you thought it couldn't get any better, your orgasm washed over you, making you moan into his mouth and him breathing it in. soon after, beomgyu landed his lasts thrusts and fucked your roughly through your high, his hitting him as well. he never stopped kissing you, trying his best to keep quiet and not get caught by the rest of the beach house.

then, beomgyu hesitantly untangles himself from you, pulling out slowly. your whole body feels fuzzy as he plops down on the bed next to you, trying to catch his breath. he throws the condom away in a trash can and then turns back to you.

"so- um.. did you- did you like it?" he questions, too shy to look straight at you and opting to play with his fingers instead. where was this shy attitude coming from? especially after he talked so boldly earlier.

"i did gyu. did you.. did you fuck often? i mean, that was really good i didn't know you'd-" before you can finish, he reaches over to you and places a peck on your cheek, showing a cheeky grin in his face, the pink hue on them almost unnoticed by you. "what was that for?" you giggle.

"just glad you liked it." he nonchalantly states, looking at you with a new glimmer in his eyes while he rests his head on his arm.

this was only the start of it, wasn't it?

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bejeweledaus · 5 months

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BACK TO YOU | Jack Hughes au!

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PROLOGUE;

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yourusername; graduated today. was surrounded by so many people that i love but one person in particular made it the most special. you and I until the very end, my love 🫶🏼

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jackhughes forever and always, my sweet angel ♥️

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user01 well guys we have officially lost, she’s off the market and to a hockey player out of people 😭

user34 let’s be real…you didn’t stand a chance like at all

user01 it’s always nice to dream though so

user76 Jack Hughes is dating THE y/n y/l/n? how did he do that? did he manifest?

user38 the fact that he was her high school sweetheart…

user02 wait wdym…was?

user23 there is rumors speculating that they broke up like a while ago especially since she unfollowed him on all social media platforms. the second photo is legit the only photo she has of them together up, the rest she deleted

user83 the fact that his comment is still pinned when they both didn’t make it to forever and always

user18 y/n, sweet beautiful soul, you deserve the whole world. if it’s meant to be than you two will find each other again 🫶🏼

user21 since she’s deleting post than maybe she should at least delete the second slide, change up the caption and unpin jacks comment…

user30 she’s barley on instagram as it is so she probably won’t do it

user29 the last post she made was when she promoted her new movie…

user21 still, doesn’t hurt to try and convince her to delete it since they aren’t together anymore. she unfollowed him and deleted all the other posts of them together so why not delete this one?

user20 maybe let’s just drop it? if she deletes it than she deletes it if not than that is her choice, it’s her instagram she decides what she wants to keep up and not. I know she probably appreciate you trying to help.

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user86 I’m still in denial that they broke up. there is just no way. they have so much love for each other. I simply don’t believe it …

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goosewriting · 1 year

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I LOVE the baby post!

Could I request one for raph?

- Beans anon

(Hello! I'm new to your blog :D)

More babies 🥺 (rottmnt Raph x reader)

summary: two turtle babies suddenly appear at the lair, and they suspiciously look a lot like Raph

relationship: Rise!Raph x GN reader (established)

warnings: none I think, just fluff!

word count: 2.1k

A/N: welcome beans anon! enjoy your stay c: the more of these i write, i might just increase the amount of babies that appear lol hope you like this one! ^^

More “Baby 🥺” versions: Leo | Raph (you're here) | Donnie | Mikey

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

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You were spending the afternoon at the lair, as per usual. Currently sat on the floor in Raph’s room, you were definitely about to win at Jenga.

“Aw come on, that’s not fair!” he whined as you placed your piece at the top, which you had somehow removed from the side, so that the tower was clearly swinging back and forth, out of balance. Whatever he did now, he would lose.

“Don’t be such a baby~” you mocked him with pouty lips, pinching his cheek.

That was when you heard the cry of an actual baby. You two looked at each other for a second then turned your heads towards the door. Again, another cry.

“You heard that too, right?” you asked him, standing up.

“Yup” he said, as he also rose to his feet.

“This is not over though” you said, pointing towards the fragile wooden tower on the floor. “You’re going down, big guy.”

“We’ll see about that” he smirked and you both left the room, following the noise which seemed to come from the kitchen. As you approached the door, you gave each other a quizzical look. How did a baby get down here anyways? Entering the room you both immediately noticed the giant flaming ring over the kitchen table. It was emanating little yellow zaps, and in front of it, something you couldn’t quite identify, which was producing the cries.

You approached the table to take a better look at it, and the zapping suddenly collapsed in on itself and disappeared with a ‘whoosh’. The bundle on the table perked up at that, and that’s when you realised it was not one baby but two. The bigger one had leaned over the other protectively.

“Hey you two, where did you come from?” you asked in a calming voice, approaching them. Behind you, Raph let out an ‘Aww’. As they finally turned over, you realised it was turtle babies, just like what you imagine Raph and his brothers had looked like when they were little. So clearly these were mutated creatures of sorts.

Turning around at your voice, the babies immediately stretched out their little arms towards you and sniffled. The bigger one crawled on the table towards Raph, while the little one went towards you. You both picked them up in your arms.

“Where do you think they came from?” Raph asked as the turtle tot pulled on his bandana and squealed in glee.

“Not sure, but they don’t seem to be scared of us? Not even you, no offence…” you replied sheepishly. The little turtle in your arms looked at you with big eyes and smiled. She had a similar shade of green as Raph. You noticed that both of the babies seemed to have little nubs and spikes on their shells, just like Raph. Maybe they’re snapping turtles, too?

“Hey guys, did you also hear-” Mikey entered the kitchen but stopped his own sentence as he saw the two of you holding baby turtles in your arms.

“Yeah, we heard” Raph replied and laughed.

“Wha- Who?! How did they get here?” Mikey asked, cooing at the baby in your arms, as it had reached out its arms towards him and grabbed onto Mikey’s finger.

“We know just as much as you do, Mikey. Let’s go ask Donnie” you stated and you all made your way to the lab.

Donnie was welding some tech of his when you entered. As you greeted him, he stopped and pushed up his mask. He took one hard look at the babies and sighed loudly, then pulled the mask down and continued his handiwork.

“Hey!” you protested. “Don’t ignore us! We need to figure out where they came from and how to get them back.”

Donnie stopped once again and laid down his welder. ‘Do we though?’ you heard him mumble under the mask, and you shot him a glare. Realising that he would not be able to finish his contraption today, he took off his equipment and walked around the table to you.

“Where did you find them?” he asked, and looked at the baby in your arms. She squealed happily at the sight and made grabby hands at Donnie, to which he leaned back slightly.

“In the kitchen” you replied, and told him about the yellow lights and how the babies had seemingly just appeared out of nowhere.

Donnie scratched his chin and hummed, already making his way to a drawer. He rummaged for a moment, and took out some sort of device with an antenna and a screen.

“Aha!” he exclaimed. “Let’s go see what traces we find. Sounds to me as if the turtle tots came through a portal.”

He walked past you to go to the kitchen. You were about to follow him when you felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you were met with a very nervous looking Raph and the baby soundly sleeping in his arms, cuddled into his chest without a worry in the world.

You had to physically refrain yourself from squealing at the sight; it was too cute.

“What do I do?” Raph whispered, and you just smiled, gesturing to him to follow you. So he did. Both of you went to the living room and sat on the couch. The bigger one in Raph’s arms, which you assumed to be the big brother, was still sleeping soundly. Meanwhile you placed the little sister in your lap, and she looked around curiously. Almost falling over as she looked up at you, she giggled and stretched out her arms again.

“Mama/papa!” she squealed, and your heart stopped beating for a second. You shot Raph a glance, who looked just as shocked and confused as you.

“I don’t think that’s, uhm, possible, little one” you tried to explain to the baby, to no avail. She kept repeating it. Maybe you just looked similar to their parent? They were clearly not human though… The baby then looked up at Raph.

“Papa!” she said, pointing at him.

“Huh-” was all he could say.

Taking another look at the babies, you were suddenly aware how they both had your eye colour, and clearly they had a shell and green tone just like Raph. Maybe… Maybe it was possible? The mere thought of having kids with the turtle of your dreams was enough to have your head explode, your cheeks burning up.

Raph must have been thinking something similar, because he looked at you just as flustered. He avoided your gaze and scratched the back of his neck.

“You know” he broke the silence. “If what Donnie said about the portal is true, and well, uhm. Maybe somewhere else we…"

Still holding the sleeping turtle firmly but gently with one arm, his other one snaked forwards and took your hand in his. The little turtle in your lap squealed in delight and placed her little hands on top of yours. All the while he didn’t break eye contact with you, giving you the most lovestruck look you had seen on him yet. That alone sent you spiralling and your brain went completely blank. Except that it started filling up with images of you and him, the turtle babies, maybe a house somewhere nice. Just a domestic life with your favourite turtle. And apparently your offspring. They’d get their own little bandanas. It would be adorable.

“Okay so, I’ve got the results” Donnies voice approaching both of you brought you back to reality, and you shook your head to rid your mind of these thoughts that were threatening to have you melt into a puddle on the couch.

“So, what is it, Don?” Raph inquired, still not letting go of your hand.

“Well, I found some residue and ran it through my handy-dandy device here” he shook the apparatus in his hand. “And as it turns out, it was indeed a portal, and from the future no less.” He said that last part incredulously, almost scoffing at himself for saying something impossible like that. But the results were clear. Donnie looked up to see you both flustered, and looking like you’d burst out into tears at any given moment, so he didn’t even bother to ask what was going on, instead continuing his explanation.

“And yes, of course I did figure out a way to send them back, thank you so much for asking. It might take a while though, after all I’ll literally be inventing time and space travel.” Running his hand over his face, he turned around and headed back to his lab. “Keep an eye on them in the meantime, will you.”

Giving Raph a reassuring nod, you picked up the little turtle in your arms again. She was starting to doze off as well, and the tiny hands clung onto your shirt. The sight was almost too much to bear. Deep inside you had wished you could spend some more time with the turtle tots, so you were secretly happy that Donnie didn’t have the solution at hand quite yet.

The rest of the day was spent with everyone taking turns to entertain and feed the babies, your jenga game long forgotten.

When it was time to go to sleep, you and Raph lied in his bed facing each other. Your back was almost flat against the wall, as it was even more crammed as usual, with both turtles between the two of you, as they held each other's hands. Raph’s arm was wrapped over them protectively but gently so as not to squish them, and his hand was at your waist.

The four of you were snoozing peacefully, until in the middle of the night the familiar crackling sounds started again. Right next to Raph’s bed appeared a yellow portal. Luckily neither you nor the babies seemed to have heard it, but the red turtle’s ninja senses sounded the alarm and his eyes shot open.

Being careful not to wake you, he removed his arm and turned around, sitting at the edge of the bed.

“Who’s there?” he asked in the direction of the portal.

Through the flimmering yellow lights came none other than an older version of Mikey, with a sheepish expression on his face.

“I swear I only let them out of sight for 2 seconds and they had vanished” he apologised. “Took me a while to figure out where they were. They’re still here, right?”

Mikey leaned over Raph’s shoulder, seeing you and the babies happily asleep. He let out a little ‘aww!’ and tilted his head as he took in the scene.

“So you were babysitting and lost them? That’s not a good look, brother” Raph joked, moving to the side for Mikey to carefully pick up the turtles. You stirred as he freed the little sister from your grip, and you pouted in your sleep.

“Shouldn’t we wake Y/n up? I’m sure they’d like to say goodbye at least” Raph commented, knowing you’d be sad in the morning if they just left like that.

“It’s better that I interact with the least possible people here. At least that’s what Donnie is always saying” Mikey explained, giving Raph an apologetic look. Balancing one baby in each arm, he straightened up.

Mikey was about to turn around and say his goodbyes but Raph stopped him, looking back at you to make sure you were asleep, and then turning to Mikey again with a shy blush on his cheeks, unable to meet his eyes.

“So, uhm…” He held his hands in front of his chest, with the tips of his index fingers touching. “About the parents…”

“I think you already know” Mikey chuckled and took a step towards the portal. “I can just tell you this: it’s sooner than you expect” was the last thing he added over his shoulder with a wink, and then hopped through the portal.

The yellow lights swirled around and zapped once, twice, then disappeared, and the room was silent again, except for your even breathing.

Raph just stood there for a moment, trying to not only process Mikey’s last words but also come up with a good explanation to give you tomorrow of why the turtles were gone. He looked at you, took a deep breath and sighed. That would be a problem for tomorrow. For now, he was just glad to know you’d still be together in the future.

Climbing back into bed, he tucked you closer to him and kissed your cheek, whispering good night. Soon enough he was being pulled back into sleep, dreaming of the life you two would share, finding happiness in each other.

#goose feathers #beans anon #save rottmnt #rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #tmnt x reader #rottmnt raph x reader #tmnt 2018 #rise of the tmnt #the turtle baby saga

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astrophileous · 1 year

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Love Bugs (Pt. 02)

Pairing: Derek Morgan x Female Reader

Synopsis: You and Derek Morgan have an arrangement. At work, your relationship is strictly business. Under the sheets, it's all about pleasure. Nothing more, nothing less. Until, of course, your feelings start to get involved. Your situation is complicated enough without the unexpexted predicament that suddenly befalls upon you. But with a maniac serial killer on the loose, will you ever get the chance to make everything right?

Warning(s): allusions to sex, graphic descriptions of murder, violent use of knife, vomiting, curse words, miscommunication, Derek says one cruel sentence but that's it I promise

Word Count: 2800-ish

Author's Note: here's the part two I promised! I'll be making a masterlist shortly after posting this so stay tuned I actually ended up making the masterlist ahead of time lol but yeah you can access it below xx as always, don't forget to like/comment/reblog or send me messages/asks if you wanna talk! :)

Love Bugs Masterlist / Criminal Minds Masterlist

After that one fateful night, falling in bed with Derek Morgan only became that much easier.

The morning after that first time, you had slipped out of bed and prepared breakfast for two with the intention of sitting Derek down for a talk.

What did last night mean?

Does it seem like something you want to explore further?

Where do you see this heading in the future?

The mental list of questions just kept growing and growing as you continued scrambling the eggs. Derek emerged from the bedroom right around the time you were putting toasts on the plates.

And at that same second, Derek's phone began to ring.

"Hey, baby girl," he greeted quickly. "Okay. Alright, I'll be right there."

"Penelope?" you asked once he hung up the call.

"Uh huh."

"Is it a case?"

Before he could answer, your own phone started ringing on the kitchen counter, showing the contact name of one "Best Tech Fairy in the World".

"Yup." Derek smiled apologetically. "They want us in thirty."

You never did end up eating breakfast that day.

With the team's hectic schedule of flying, moving around, and profiling, it seemed as if you couldn't find the right time to pull Derek aside and talk about that night. Although in all honesty, you knew deep down that was merely an excuse for you to put off talking to him due to your own fears.

What if that night meant something different to him?

What if there was nothing he wanted to explore further?

What if he doesn't see this heading anywhere in the future?

The horror of these new questions tormented you every single second of every day. The prospect of losing Derek before you could have him, before anything could even happen between the two of you, was far too heartbreaking than any compromise you had to make just to have whatever little part of himself you were allowed to keep.

So when one particular night, during a particular case, you heard muffled knocking on the door to your hotel room, only to find Derek standing there in the hallway, you didn't even hesitate to let him in.

Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months. The little charade you had with Derek just kept on going. At night, when everybody was fast asleep and there was no one to tell your secrets, Derek was all yours. But during the day, you kept it professional in front of everyone else. Just like the two oceans in the Gulf of Alaska, you made sure that these two sides of your life continued to remain as separated as possible.

But as you previously had predicted, something was always bound to go wrong in these circumstances.

"He's cute," Emily noted loudly from beside you.

"What?"You furrowed your forehead at the brunette, momentarily dragging your attention away from the file at hand.

The BAU team had been called in to assist on a case in a small town just around the outskirts of Iowa. Early investigation had your team believing that the case was somehow connected to a series of disappearances that happened in the 90s. So while Rossi and Hotch went to the crime scene where your latest victim was found, and JJ and Reid were running around to chase other potential leads, you, Emily, and Derek seemed to have pulled the shortest ends of the sticks and were now stuck delving into the endless stacks of case files from the 90s cases.

Emily raised an eyebrow at the confusion across your face. "Don't play dumb with me."

"I'm not playing. I'm just dumb."

Your fellow agent rolled her eyes at your retort. "Deputy Wolff got the hots for you."

You tore your eyes away from Emily's smirk and followed her gaze towards Deputy Wolff, who was just there to distribute the files you had requested from the disappearance cases. He was the youngest sherriff deputy in the department, lean build and tall with a kind face and driven eyes. He had been very helpful to everyone ever since your team had landed just the day prior.

"You're seeing things," you ended up saying to Emily, denying her claim once and for all.

"I'm not! He gets all flustered when you're around. Wait for him to come by again and then see for yourself. Or--" Emily's eyes flickered over to Derek, who had chosen to keep his silence from the other side of the table, "--you can ask the witnesses. Hey, Morgan. I'm right, aren't I?"

Derek lifted his head and met Emily's expectant stare. "About?"

"About how Deputy Wolff is totally in love with her and she should ask him for his number."

Derek's eyes briskly moved over to you. It was only for the shortest of seconds, but the gravity behind them had you staying rooted in place.

"I think she should do whatever she wants."

You tried not to let the lack of emotion in his reply affect you, but it was easier said than done. And for the next few hours, you caught yourself chancing a few glances in Derek's direction when you were sure that no one else was looking.

That same night, just like many other nights before, you found Derek standing in front of your door.

What transpired next had become muscle memory for you. Stripping you both of your clothes was a habitual routine. The feeling of his skin, the delicious stretch of his length inside of you, every detail surrounding the elusive Derek Morgan had forever been ingrained in the most intricate corners of your brain.

In those precious moments of delirium, you could almost pretend that Derek was yours as much as you were exclusively his.

"I saw Deputy Wolff talking to JJ this afternoon," Derek spoke up out of the blue into the quietness of your hotel room.

You exited the bathroom and looked at the direction where he was sitting against the headboard. "Oh?"

"He was asking about you."

"Was he?"

You picked up the discarded T-shirt on the floor before quickly putting it on, aware of the pair of eyes that followed every inch of your movement the entire time.

"He's gonna ask you out," Derek spoke again. There was a beat of silence before he continued, "Will you?"

"Will I what?"

"Go out with him."

The question lingered in the air.

The most truthful answer would be no. You were not going to go out with Deputy Wolff, or anyone else for that matter. You hadn't even been going on dates since you started joining the BAU. There was only one person you were interested in going on a date with at that moment, and he was the one lying on your bed asking stupid questions about your interest in other men.

Derek seemed to assume your extensive silence as your partiality to the idea. "You're considering it."

Your attention snapped back towards him.

"Don't go out with him," he later added.

That last statement fueled an incredulous fire inside your chest. "Why not?"

"Because--" Derek sat up straighter on the bed, searching his mind for the right reason to say but coming up empty, "--just because."

And that one simple reason just wasn't good enough for you.

"What happened to I should do whatever the hell I want, huh?" you shot back, recalling the words he had said at the station. "I don't know what I'd do yet. I'll have to think about it."

"There's nothing to think about." Derek's voice was harder now, more bitter. He threw the covers off his legs and started putting his boxer back on. "Why would you go out with him, anyway?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

Silence.

You ignored the earth-shattering sound of your heart breaking in that deafening quietness.

You knew deep down what it was you wanted Derek to say. You wanted him to tell you that he didn't want you to go out with Deputy Wolff, or any other man ever again, because he wanted to be the only one to take you out from that point forward. You wanted him to assure you that the frightening feeling brewing in your chest was the same one that was also blooming in his. That the prospect of something new and exciting growing between the two of you wasn't just another product of your inane fantasies.

You wanted him to let you know that as much as your heart belonged to him, his heart had always belonged to you, too.

But Derek continued to let that silence linger. It settled heavily in the center of the room, mocking the ticking bomb between the two of you that was imminent to explode.

"So, you will go out with him then?" Derek said through gritted teeth.

"What is it to you?"

"Do you think he would still want to go out with you when he finds out I've been fucking you on the side for months?"

Derek knew it as soon as the sentence left his mouth, but it was too late. Your eyes were red, an ironic metaphor to the blazing rage that had clawed its way out of your chest. He began to move towards you, wanting to make right the wrong he had caused over his hurtful words, but your stern palm stopped him before he even got the chance to take half a step.

"I want you to leave," you seethed.

"Bug, I didn't mean to--"

"Leave, Derek." You gathered his clothes from the floor, making sure to shove every single item right into his arms. "Out. Now."

Derek didn't bother to put the rest of his clothing back on, and you didn't trouble yourself in casting one last glance at Derek's retreating figure before he slammed the door upon his exit.

In the painful aftermath of Derek's absence, you let yourself cry until the exhaustion brought you to sleep.

You hadn't talked to Derek again since that fight.

Technically, it wasn't entirely true. You did still talk to him at work. About the case. Or during the occasional team gatherings at the bar or at Rossi's house.

But beyond the necessary interactions you had to endure as coworkers, you and Derek had never been as far apart as possible.

The late night visits had stopped. So did the flirtatious, harmless banters that started long before your little arrangement. Missing him was your new constant, and it made you feel so foolish because Derek was always there, so near yet so out of reach at the same time.

Hence why, in an attempt to distract yourself from wallowing further into your misery--or to dwell too much over the fact that you had been sexually frustrated over the past few weeks--you chose to throw yourself completely into your work.

The team's latest attention had been preoccupied by a series of murders in Arlington. The targets were all women in their 20s to mid 30s who lived alone and had similar physical appearances to one another. The UnSub had kidnapped the women in their homes, taken them somewhere else, and kept them for no more than two weeks before murdering them and dumping their bodies at various locations around town.

At the latest dumping site, the UnSub had left a taunting message specifically addressed to the BAU unit.

"The UnSub obviously craves attention," Emily pointed out. "And he's patient, organized, which means he's highly intelligent. He most likely has a steady job that requires competence but lacking the sense of importance to satiate his needs."

"Well, that just narrows it down to every 9-to-5 worker in the entire city," JJ remarked.

"Nevertheless, it's the best lead we've got so far," Hotch said. "Let's deliver the profile. Reid, you go ahead and review the case files again. See if they missed anything in the initial investigation. And (Y/L/N), I want you to deliver the profile to the press for this one."

"Me?"

"Yes. You fit into his victimology. Hopefully, you'll attract his intrigue and make him slip something up."

Before you could utter your response, a deep voice spoke up from behind you, "Hotch, I don't think it's such a good idea."

You turned around and locked eyes with Derek, who had now gained the attention of the other members of the team.

"I beg your pardon?"

"It's too risky, Hotch. We might as well just draw a target on her forehead by letting her give the profile," Derek argued.

The entire room stood still. It was one thing to question Hotch's decisions, but it was another to straight-up disagree with his call. A part of you felt warm at the knowledge that Derek still cared enough to be concerned about your safety, but the other part--the much larger one that was still reeling in the fallout of his rejection--was enraged because he didn't have any rights to speak on your behalf that way.

"I assure you, Morgan, we won't let anything happen to her," Hotch responded calmly. "But, (Y/L/N), it's your decision. You can refuse if you don't feel comfortable."

"No, I'll do it," you interjected quickly, casting a look in Derek's direction just for the sake of being spiteful. "I'll deliver the profile."

As it turned out, Hotch's prediction was correct.

A few days after the press conference, the BAU received a package courtesy of an anonymous sender. Inside, there was a single video tape with a paper containing the names of each member of the team glued on the top.

"That's our latest victim," Rossi noted as soon as the tape started playing on the projector.

It was a video of the victim whose body had been discovered just a day prior. Only in the tape, she was still very much alive. She looked bruised and beaten up, mostly delirious in her tied up position on the chair. Suddenly, she started to become hysterical just as a disguised figure walked into the frame.

"No sound," Reid thought out loud upon realizing that there was no audio in the tape.

"He's taunting us," you pondered before glancing at Hotch. "He must've seen the press conference."

"We'll get this tape to Garcia. See if she can analyze it for anything that can help us catch this UnSub," Hotch instructed.

Everyone's eyes returned towards the screen, seeing that the UnSub had moved to stand behind the victim. Despite having no audio, the look of pure terror on her face had successfully caused chills to run down your spine. Without any foreseen warning, the UnSub grabbed the victim's head and drove his knife straight into the juncture of her neck.

She was still fully conscious when he stabbed her. And in some twisted way, you were thankful that the psychopath had chosen to send the tape with no sound, because you truthfully didn't think that you were capable of sitting there silently while listening to the very last painful moments of another human being's life on this earth.

When he brought his knife across the curve of her neck, spurting an insane amount of blood that some of it even tainted the camera lense, you decided that you couldn't take it anymore.

"Excuse me," you mumbled quickly before rushing out of the room.

Your feet carried you towards the restroom, where you found the nearest empty cubicle and immediately dropped to your knees before emptying the content of your stomach into the toilet bowl.

When you reemerged from the stall, you were taken aback to see JJ already standing beside the hand dryer.

"You okay?" she asked.

"Hm." You nodded absentmindedly before turning on the faucet to wash your hands. "Sorry. It was just brutal, that's all."

"No need to apologize. I get it. It was awful," JJ agreed. "Sadly, not much different than what we've all seen before on our daily basis."

You caught JJ's eyes in the mirror, breaking the eye contact the moment her true implications dawned on you.

"(Y/N), what's going on with you?"

"What do you mean?"

"You've been acting strange."

"Have I?"

You passed by the blonde woman and headed for the door, but JJ's hand on your forearm stopped you before you could go any further.

"You'll tell me if something's up, right?"

Your gut started to churn in guilt. JJ had been amazing since the first time you joined the team. In a way, she was the sister that you never had, and you knew that she was merely looking out for your well-being.

Unfortunately, this particular storm you were facing was something that you needed to figure out on your own. At least, for a little while. Perhaps in the future, you would tell JJ everything. About Derek, about you, your feelings, and the little suspicion that had been nagging at the back of your head for the last couple of days. But in the meantime, the most you could offer her were empty promises and little white lies.

"Of course, J," you told her as you took her hand in yours, squeezing affectionately. "Always."

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cuubism · 14 days

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Hi, may I ask about the bachelor au please and thank you:3

omg yes. i made a post once about how unhinged a dreamling Bachelor au would be, and then i actually started writing it XD

it's a bit messy/unformatted right now, because it's a sort of outsider POV structure where it alternates between scenes from the TV show and chat commentary from the internet fandom who are watching 😂 hopefully one day I'll actually write all of it

A scene from probably the last/second-to-last episode of the season. The final two "contestants" in the show were Hob (who Morpheus keeps insisting he doesn't have feelings for despite everything he does proving otherwise) and Thessaly.

Morpheus leans on the railing, hunched in on himself. Rain pelts down onto his head, flattening his hair and soaking his clothes. Hob steps out through the sliding door, heedless of the rain, to stand beside him, and rests a hand on Morpheus’s back. Hob: Didn’t work out, then? His voice is softer than usual, almost inaudible over the rain. Not playful, or teasing, as it so often is with Morpheus, it’s just… gentle. Morpheus: She… decided… that she no longer loved me. Hob: Poor darling. Again, it’s not teasing, only a bit… sad. Morpheus: I suppose this means that you win. Hob: Yup. Morpheus curls into him, pressing his face into Hob’s chest with a sob. Hob catches him, wraps his arms around his shoulders, and holds him tight. Hob presses a kiss into his hair. Low enough that it’s clearly intended not to be picked up by the mics, he says— Hob: It’s alright, baby. It’s okay, it’s okay— —as Morpheus keeps crying.

INTERVIEW — HOB Hob’s expression is lacking its usual cheer and mischief. His hair is still wet, as though he’s only recently come in out of the rain. Hob: So I guess I won? Interviewer: You don’t sound happy about it. It takes a moment for Hob to respond. He bites his lip in thought, then sighs. Hob: I— it was just supposed to be a game. I thought— I thought we felt the same way about it, I thought— I didn’t even care if I won at first? So it was just for fun, just this totally ridiculous nightmare of a— He scrubs a hand over his face, messing up his hair. Hob: Seeing Dream like that, I didn’t realize, I didn’t realize what it— Interviewer: ‘Dream’? Hob: Hm? Interviewer: You called him Dream. Hob: Did I?

#chat went nuts bc 'dream' is a pet name hob made up that he only called morpheus in private before #also fandom is obsessed with hob bc he keeps doing insane things like threatening to kill people and punching alex in the face but when he'#around morpheus he's always just so sweet #the amount of lore about this fic that exists in my head but not on paper is incredible 😂#bachelor au #my writing #ask #anonymous

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rhoorl · 7 months

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Delta Landscaping | Chapter 6: Jeeps, Texts, and Sliders

Series Summary: In this AU, the boys of Delta Force start a new business post-Colombia.

Series Masterlist

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Word Count: 6.3k

Chapter Summary: We replay the day after Melissa’s party from the perspective of a couple of other characters before moving on.

Chapter Warning: A little smutty (fingering). Also a gray sweatpants reference (IYKYK). Reminder, I don’t have a beta for this, so any mistakes are all mine.

A/N: Many were curious about what Pope was up to so we’ll find out. Plus, a little bit of Katie and Will. Thanks to @trulybetty for a suggestion for one of the scenes! There are also a few Spanish phrases thrown in (for those who don't know, I'm Cuban-American, so the Hispanic references and characters throughout this story are particularly special to me). I have not included translations in text, but if you're curious I'm happy to translate anything!

David: Everyone alive and well?

Megan: I'm getting too old for this but it was a lot of fun. Right Katie 👀

Olivia: OMG Katie, Will is so hot! Please tell me you made out with him last night!

Katie: Hate to disappoint you Liv, but I didn't.

David: BOOOOO

Megan: Right?!

Katie: 🙄

Katie: Well, I will have you know that he's coming over for lunch today.

David: Oh he'll be coming alright 💦

Ty: LUCILLE IS ON THIS CHAT 🤦🏽‍♂️

Lucille: 😂

Olivia: Get it girl!!

David: Melissa? Earth to Melissa … are you there?

Ty: She's probably showing Danny how much she's gonna miss him. Two weeks is a long time 😏

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"Babe, do you know where my laptop charger is?" Danny frantically busted into the kitchen as Melissa fixed herself a coffee.

"It's right here," she pointed at the charger lying on the kitchen island.

"Oh shit, right in front of me. What time is it?" He looked at the clock on the oven which read 7:40 a.m. "Ok, Rodgers should be here by 8 so we can carpool to the airport."

"Nice, have everything packed?"

"Yup with the charger I have everything…and I still have some time to spare." He came around to where Melissa was standing, her back to him. He placed his arms around her on the counter, boxing her in. "How should we spend the time?" He nuzzled his head into her neck.

"It seems like you have an idea there captain," she felt a shiver down her spine as Danny started trailing kisses from under her ear, down her neck. "Baby, we don't have time," she giggled.

"I've done more with less time, you know that," his hand descended underneath the waistband of her sleep shorts, pushing her panties aside as his fingers dipped into her core. "Plus, it seems like you're already ready for me."

"Babe, mhmm, what's gotten into you," Melissa giggled as Danny collected some of her arousal and moved to slowly circle her clit.

"I'm gonna be gone for two weeks, I'll miss you. You gonna miss me?"

He trailed his fingers through her folds, teasing her a bit before pushing two fingers into her heat, the heel of his palm giving just enough friction as she bucked into it.

"Y-yea, I," Melissa mewled as she threw her head back, resting it on Danny's shoulder as he helped work her through the waves of her release. She turned in his arms, giving him a kiss. "Of course, I'm going to miss you. Two weeks is a long time," she pouted.

"I know, I'll be back before you know it. You'll go out with D and Ty and I'm sure the crew will get together, you'll keep yourself busy." He kissed her again and looked at the clock before giving a small fist pump. "And I still had five minutes to spare."

"Oh my gosh, you are ridiculous," Melissa laughed.

"Ah shit before I forget, could you go get an oil change for the Jeep while I'm gone?"

"Yeah, sure."

"And, not to be difficult, but could you take it to a different place? I know the guy at the last place ripped us off. Maybe check and see where Will takes his? I meant to ask him yesterday but forgot."

"Ok, yeah I'll head over there today to go ask him."

Honk

"That's Rodgers, gotta go. I'll text you when I make it to the hotel."

"Ok, I love you."

"Love you too."

After a quick kiss goodbye, Danny was off. Melissa watched as he got into his coworker's car, waving to both of them as they left.

"Two weeks," she sighed.

She checked her phone for the first time all morning and laughed as she caught up on the group chat.

Melissa: I’ll have you all know that Danny wished me a very nice goodbye as he left! 😉

David: Get it mama!

Olivia: You and Danny are just the cutest! 😍

Originally Melissa planned to take the day off to spend it wedding planning with David and Ty, but because of her recent cancellations, she now had the whole day free. So, she decided to be productive and clean the house. She changed out of her pajamas into a workout set, grabbed her headphones, turned on a Spotify station, and started picking things up.

Before she knew it, it was nearly lunchtime and the house was spotless. She made herself a salad and sat down on the couch to relax. When she finished, she walked over to the kitchen to put her bowl in the sink and saw Danny's keys on the counter.

"Shit, let me go ask Will before I forget."

She slipped on her shoes and headed out of the house, putting more pep in her step once she realized Will was home, seeing his Jeep parked in his driveway.

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When it came to sleeping, Santiago could sleep all day and still get a full eight hours at night. It drove the guys crazy, especially Will, but Santiago always rationalized it saying he was making up for all of the sleep that he was robbed of when they served.

This morning after Frankie's alarm went off Santiago was in no mood to get up, especially because he really had nowhere to be. Since getting back from his adventures around the globe, he hadn't been able to focus on what he wanted to do next. Helping Benny and Will with their new house was the only thing he really had that brought him a sense of purpose.

He slept like a rock after Frankie left and didn't wake up until a little after 11. He got up and sat on the side of the bed, rubbing his eyes. The house was quiet and as he padded out to the living room and saw no sign of Benny or Will.

His phone buzzed and he saw a series of missed texts from the guys. He gathered that Benny and Connor were at the gym and should be back soon. Will was out to pick up lunch for Katie before going over to her house and Frankie went to his meeting before heading to the airfield.

Santiago’s stomach grumbled so he opened the refrigerator pouting when he saw very few options. The boys had relied on Lucille for many of their recent meals, along with anything Frankie felt compelled to make. Thankfully, Benny always had a supply of sugary cereals in the pantry so he poured himself a bowl of Lucky Charms and sat at the dining room table.

A little while later he heard Will's Jeep rumble up the driveway. He waited for a second but when his friend didn't walk through the front door he decided to peer out through the window and saw Will making his way quickly down the sidewalk to Katie's house.

"Good luck," he smirked to himself.

He was about to head back into the room to throw a shirt on when he heard the doorbell ring. The guys didn't mention anything about someone dropping by so he again looked out the window, his stomach doing a flip when he saw Melissa standing at the front door.

She was dressed in navy blue high-waisted workout pants and a cropped racerback top of the same color, just a sliver of her skin showing. Her hair was in a ponytail and with a pair of silver-rimmed sunglasses perched atop her head.

Without thinking twice, he opened the door with a smirk, knowing she was going to be surprised to see him. Her jaw dropped and there was a sharp intake of breath as her eyes traced up and down his exposed torso. “S-Santiago! I, uh, I…is Will here?”

“No, he’s over at Katie’s, it’s just me.” He rubbed the back of his neck and then played with the silver chain around his neck.

“Oh, ah, ok. Well, never mind, didn’t mean to bother you.” She started to walk away.

“Sure there’s not something I could help you with?” He leaned against the doorframe.

“I was coming over here to ask Will for advice on an oil change.”

“An oil change?” His brows furrowed.

“Yeah, uh, Danny wanted me to get a…can you put a shirt on please?” She chewed her bottom lip as she nervously laughed.

Santiago smirked, “Sure, one sec. You can come in if you want.” He left the door open as he sauntered back to the spare room he and Frankie shared whenever they crashed.

Melissa timidly crossed the threshold, keeping the door open as she watched Santiago retreat into a room. He popped back just a moment later pulling a plain black T-shirt over his head.

“Can you concentrate better now?” He teased.

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the way the corners of her mouth turned up. “Like I was saying, Danny asked me to go get an oil change done on his Jeep while he was gone. Problem is, the guy we took it to last time was kind of a jerk and wanted to charge us for a bunch of stuff it didn’t need. I know Will has a Jeep, so I was curious where he goes.”

“Well, Will and Benny are the types of guys who do their oil changes themselves, Fish too for that matter.”

“What about you? You don’t like to get your hands dirty?” Now she was the one who leaned against the doorframe.

“Funny,” he gave her an up and down. “I do, just not with that. I know a guy, wanna go now?”

“Uh, like now now? Aren’t you…do any of you guys work?” She crossed her arms giving him a cheeky grin.

“We’re retired,” he said with a tight-lipped smile. “Besides, I could ask you the same question seeing as you’re here in the middle of the day.”

She shifted her weight onto one leg, putting her hand on her hip. “Well, for your information, I took the day off.”

“So you have time to do the oil change now then, huh? C’mon let’s go.” He grabbed his phone and wallet off the coffee table and headed out.

“You…wha-” Melissa stammered, frozen in place and unsure what to do.

“Vamos princesa.”

Santiago led the way back over to her house so she could grab the keys to the Jeep.

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Lucille was driving back from the grocery store when she spotted Melissa and Santiago walking back toward Melissa’s house. She noticed them yesterday at the party, especially the lingering glances they each gave when the other wasn’t looking. Lucille made a mental note to bring this up to Francisco the next time she saw him.

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The drive over to the auto shop was pleasant, Melissa laughing at Santiago as he told some grandiose story. When they arrived, he got out and spoke to the mechanic, Enrique, who was not subtle in the way he checked Melissa out.

Santiago admonished him and let Enrique know she spoke Spanish, in case he tried to say anything that was out of pocket. The man gave Santiago a hard time about dropping by unannounced but after a few moments of tense negotiations, he acquiesced and said he needed about an hour to get it done.

“Wanna get a coffee or something while we wait? There’s a good spot for Cuban coffee up a couple of blocks, we can walk.”

“Ok, yeah sure.”

As they walked over Santiago noticed Melissa fiddling with her engagement ring. “So, when’s the big day?”

“Ha, isn’t that the question of the year?”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to...”

“No, no, it’s ok. I…just…I don’t know. It’s a lot of pressure. Have you ever been married?”

“No,” he answered quickly. “No, I haven’t.”

“Not even engaged?”

“I know, hard to believe,” he smirked. “No, ah the other guys have kind of scared me off of that if I’m honest,” he blushed as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I don’t want to spill all of their secrets but…Will…he was engaged. Great girl, hell I was the one who introduced them. But he, he was dealing with some shit, hell we all were, and she was as supportive as she could be but she got to a breaking point and called things off. Then there’s Benny. The poor kid has had some shit luck. He almost proposed, had a ring and everything, and then, well, he didn’t get to do that. And Fish,” he sighed. “That shit was complicated from the beginning,” he nervously chuckled.

“Wow, sounds like you’ve all dealt with some stuff, huh?”

“Yea, only one of us who actually ever got married was T-...uh, yea, you can say we’ve dealt with some stuff.”

As they arrived at the coffee shop, Santiago opened the door for Melissa. Neither of them said anything as they looked at the menu.

“Know what you want?”

“Uh, yeah, I think so.”

Santiago lightly put his hand on the small of her back, guiding her toward the register as he followed. When she placed her order, he quickly placed his and handed the barista his card.

“Santiago, you don’t have to do that! You’re doing me a favor,” she laughed.

He playfully rolled his eyes at her as he took his card back, tapping the screen to leave a tip.

Once they settled into a table with their drinks, Melissa eyed Santiago. She wanted to follow up on their earlier discussion but was unsure how to do it. He clearly wanted to skirt past his own story in favor of that of his friends.

“Have something on your mind?” He finally broke the silence.

“You said the other guys scared you off…do you…d’you think you’ll ever get married?”

“Ah…well, I don’t know. I don’t want to say never, but I guess I’m not really looking for that right now,” he looked into her eyes and then focused his gaze down to his coffee cup, fiddling with the sleeve. “Are you excited to get married?”

“Uh….” Melissa fidgeted in her chair as she brushed her fingers through the end of her ponytail.

“I’ll take the lack of an immediate yes as a no?”

“It’s…complicated.”

“Well, I’m all ears,” he leaned back in his chair, looking her over.

“It’s just…Danny and I have been together for a long time. I love him, I really do, I just…I don’t know I feel like life has been kind of set for me rather than me like, I don’t know, making my own choices? That probably makes no sense, I’m making no sense,” she started to ramble.

“Hey,” he reached over and grabbed her hand. “You don’t have to have it all figured out.”

“I know, but it’s like everyone else has a timeline and expectations for me. I’m going to turn 30 in a couple of months and then I’m going to start getting more shit about my biological clock and…”

“Wait, you’re not even 30 yet?” Santiago coughed.

“No…”

“Oh, sorry, I just. I knew you were younger I just didn’t realize how much.”

“Well, how old are you?”

“It starts with a 4 and that’s all you need to know,” he smirked as she giggled.

“Ok viejo, so tell me, you’ve never had a serious relationship then?”

Santiago shifted in his seat before leaning forward, both forearms on the table. “I did, one. I’ve had one, although if you ask the guys they’ll tell you it’s more, but it was really just Sofia. But it uh, obviously, didn’t work out,” he gave a small tight smile. “It’s kind of a telenovela situation,” he laughed.

“Ha.”

The conversation quickly shifted to them chatting about the other guys, Santiago sharing some funny stories about each of them and Melissa laughed so hard she was almost crying. They both lost track of how much time had passed before Santiago’s phone rang and he saw it was Enrique calling to let him know the car was done.

“Time to head back princesa!” He tapped the table, getting up to pull her chair out.

Once they got the car, Melissa asked where he wanted her to drop him off. He said that Frankie’s house would be fine and directed her to the house. When she parked in the driveway, he hesitated for a moment before he got out.

“Hey, thanks for helping me out today, Danny is going to be so happy to hear I found a new spot.”

“You’re welcome, and if Enrique tries to give him a hard time in the future you call me ok,” he laughed.

“Sure,” she smiled as he started to get out. “Wait! Um…I…I don’t have your number. You know, in case he gives me a hard time.” She smirked as she handed him her phone.

“Right,” he took it and punched in his number, sending himself a text so he had hers.

“Well, see you later Santiago.”

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Santiago had just cracked open a beer when he heard Frankie walk into the house from the garage.

“Fuck, you scared the shit out of me!” Frankie jumped when he turned the corner and saw Santiago. “You didn’t answer your phone, Will and Benny hadn’t heard from you… I was getting ready to go looking for you.”

“Sorry, I was busy, I didn’t want to be on my phone.”

“Hmm…ok,” Frankie took the beer Santiago offered him. “Busy doing what?”

“Stuff.”

Frankie laughed, “You know I know you better than anyone, so if you’re going to try and hide some shit from me you need to do a better job of it. I know all of your tells.”

Santiago rolled his eyes and leaned against the counter, “Fine. But don’t get how you get.” Frankie put his hands up in surrender. “I was with Melissa…but not like that. I helped her with an oil change.”

Frankie narrowed his eyes as he took a swig from his beer. “That’s what we’re calling it these days? An oil change?”

“Fish, I swear to god, I took her to Enrique’s. She needed to get the car done while Danny was out and the last place ripped her off. She was coming over to ask Will where he takes the Jeep. Nothing else happened. ¿Me entiendes?”

Frankie raised his eyebrow and tilted his head as he stayed calm, taking a sip from his beer. Santiago’s defensiveness was not going unnoticed. “Entendido. You have to admit that it doesn’t look great, though. Did anyone see you?”

“No, we drove in her car and she dropped me off here. No one was out walking a dog or taking a kid around the block, ok? Relax.”

“I think you’re the one who needs to relax hermano,” Frankie shook his head. “We’re also going to need something stronger than beer.” He walked over to the cabinet to pull out a bottle of whiskey.

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Katie’s Tuesday was much less eventful than the day before. By the time it was lunchtime, she couldn’t stand to be in the house anymore. Whenever she walked down her hallway or even looked at it, her mind flashed back to her steamy makeout session yesterday with Will. She was also extra frustrated since she had a less than pleasurable time with her vibrator this morning, wishing she had the real thing rather than the toy that had become an all-too-familiar fixture in her life as of late.

She was restless, sitting on the couch with her forearms restingon her knees, unsure how she wanted to spend the next hour.

“Fuck it.”

She stomped over to her room and changed into a more supportive sports bra, threw her running shoes on, grabbed her wireless headphones, and decided to head out for a jog around the neighborhood. She took up running following her divorce, finding it gave her the time and space to sort through all of the shit she had kept built up for years with Sebastian.

On her loop back to Mule Fall Court, she saw a blonde man in the distance, also running. As she got closer her stomach dropped realizing it was a very sweaty Will who was not wearing a shirt. He must have noticed her at the same time because he waved and crossed the street where Katie was.

“Hey,” he attempted to catch his breath while wiping his brow with his forearm.

“Hey! I didn’t realize there was someone else who was crazy like me and ran in the middle of the day in the summer.” Katie managed to get out while also trying to catch her breath.

“Ha yea, well, I missed out on going with Connor and Benny to the gym this morning and wanted to get my run in while I could,” he smiled at her, trying as discreetly as possible to check her out. “Um, hey in the rush to get out yesterday I realized I never got your number,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “You know, so we could coordinate a time to come over with Connor.”

“Oh…oh yeah, sorry about that by the way…um, here,” she blushed as she motioned to Will’s phone.

He handed it over to her and she punched her phone number in and saved her contact as Neighbor Katie before handing the phone back to him.

“Ha, Neighbor Katie, huh? Well, here let me send you a text. Can I request you save my number as Neighbor Will?” he chuckled.

“I think I can manage that,” she laughed.

“Cool…well, sent.”

They both stared at each other for a few moments, unsure who was going to speak first. Finally, Will caved.

“Um, would you want to maybe go uh…wanna hang out sometime?”

“Hang out?” she smirked. “What do you mean by that?”

Will blushed, it had been a while since he’d asked a woman out on a date. “Ha, um…sorry, I’m bad at this.”

Katie felt a little rush, seeing how flustered Will was while also noticing how his ab muscles flexed when he laughed. “Are you asking me out on a date Will?”

“Ah…well, yeah. Yeah, I am. But if you don’t…”

“No I do,” she cut him off. “Yeah, let’s…hang out,” she smirked.

“Cool, well, I guess I’ll text you. Unless I run into you again.” He winked as he lightly bit his lower lip.

“Sounds good, Will, I’ll see ya.”

They both smiled as they parted ways, heading in opposite directions.

Katie walked into her house giddy at the idea of going out on a date with Will. Megan had tried setting her up on countless dates in recent months but no one ever really made her this excited. Will was a nice guy, and obviously easy on the eyes, and she liked being around him. Although he was quiet, it never felt like there were awkward silences with him.

She knew Megan would wring her neck if she didn’t immediately inform her about what just happened, so she opened up her text messages as she went to the fridge to refill her water bottle.

Katie: Holy shit. You’ll be so proud of me. I think I’m going on a date soon.

When she hit send she put the phone down and rummaged through her fridge to find some ingredients for a sandwich. She checked her phone and nearly dropped her plate when she realized what she had done.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Her face was red hot as she realized that had inadvertently texted Will instead of Megan who was typically the first thread in her text messages. She shot a quick glance out her living room window, cursing herself that she left the curtains all the way open this morning to bask in some of the sunlight. Although she didn’t see Will anywhere outside, she wasn’t sure if he was done running yet or not so she hid behind her kitchen island to be out of sight and dialed Megan.

“C’mon pick up pick up.”

“Hey, everything ok?”

“Fuck, Meg. I fucked up.”

“Whoa, whoa. Slow down. What happened? Are you ok?”

“Physically yes. But I’m fucking mortified. I…ugh shit he just read it!” Katie let out an exasperated sigh.

“What are you talking about? Do you need me to come over there? Did Seb call you?”

Katie talked a mile a minute to get everything out to Megan, telling her about how she met Will and they exchanged numbers and made plans to go out on a date. Megan’s first reaction was to laugh, which made Katie whine even more.

“Ok, ok, I’m sorry…you have to admit this is kind of funny and so something you would do,” Megan continued to chuckle as she typed away on her computer. “Has he responded yet?”

“Ugh, no he hasn’t…wait, there’s bubbles, he’s typing.”

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Will lightly jogged back to his driveway as he heard the roar of the engine of Benny’s TransAm coming up the street. He greeted his brother and Connor and the three of them headed inside to eat.

“How was your run,” Benny called out as he walked into his room to change out of his sweaty clothes.

“Actually pretty good, I…uh…I got Katie’s number.”

“No way man, that’s awesome,” Connor slapped him on the shoulder, making Will chuckle at the boy’s enthusiasm and apparent investment in his, and Katie’s, love life.

Will’s phone dinged, but he ignored it, figuring it was probably Pope adding some stupid joke to the guys’ group chat.

Benny came back around the corner pulling his shirt over his head with his very well-worn slouchy gray sweatpants slung low on his waist. “Oh shit, no way. You didn’t get that yesterday? I mean after you kissed her and grabbed her-”

“Hey, hey,” he interrupted his brother, cutting his eyes over at Connor.

“I’m not in elementary school, I’ve hooked up with girls before,” Connor straightened up, puffing out his chest a bit.

“Girls, plural?” Benny smirked.

“Ok, girl. Just one girl. It was freshman year and we kept our clothes on, but it still counts ok!”

“Yeah, buddy, it’s all good,” Benny chuckled. “But seriously, Will, do you have any plans to see her? Ya’ll going out on a date or something? Shit, when’s the last time you went out on a date?”

“Could ask you the same question asshole,” Will snapped back, picking up his phone. “Oh shit. Hey, look.” Will unlocked his phone and showed Benny and Connor the text that came in from Katie. “That…that wasn’t meant for me right?”

“Oh, that was probably for my mom, they text each other literally all day every day.”

“Shit, she’s probably really embarrassed.”

“C’mon let’s fuck with her, give her a hard time,” Benny took the phone from Will, starting to compose a message.

Will wrestled the phone out of his brother’s hands, annoyed that Benny’s longer arms made it hard for him to get to the phone. “Stop it. Ok…let’s not give her too hard of a time, but let’s have some fun.” Will smiled, which made Benny whoop with laughter.

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Neighbor Will: Going on a date soon, huh? Nice. Who’s the lucky guy?

Katie read the text out loud practically as it was delivered. “Ok, so he didn’t immediately think I was a complete weirdo, that’s a good sign, right?”

“Babe, you just probably gave him such a big ego boost, he’s got to be loving this. Be a little flirty back, c’mon.”

They debated back and forth on what to text next, letting the rest of the conversation play out, giggling like they were in high school.

Katie: Oh, just some guy who I met recently. He’s pretty good-looking.

Neighbor Will: Good looking, huh?

Katie: A little. 😉

Neighbor Will: Like good looking as in handsome? Or good looking as in hot?

Katie: That’s my secret…

Neighbor Will: So when’s this date? Gotta make sure this guy is legit.

Katie: I don’t know, we haven’t decided yet.

Neighbor Will: Fridays always seem to be a good day.

Katie: Very true. Seems like a good way to end the week.

Neighbor Will: Well, maybe your date can come up with a fun idea for you two between now and then.

Katie: He seems like a planner, so I have no doubt.

Neighbor Will: Well, it sounds like you have a date.

Neighbor Will: Pick you up at 7? 😉

Katie: Sure, sounds good.

“See! Now if that wasn’t a great recovery then I don’t know what it is!” Megan cheered Katie on over the phone.

“Holy shit, I’m going to need a drink.”

“I got you sister. I’m putting a bottle of wine in the fridge right now! Come over after work! I’ll call in some reinforcements.”

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Promptly at 5 p.m., closed her laptop and got a little bag together to head over to Megan’s complete with some cheese, crackers, and olives. Throughout the afternoon various members of the Neighborhood Watch popped into the group chat saying they were free to come over for an impromptu get-together.

Katie knew her texting faux pas was going to be a subject of conversation and while the attention would normally make her want to crawl into a hole, she knew the crew would make her laugh and lift her spirits. She was already bracing for whatever smartass comment David was sure to give her, but she was ready for it – she needed to be around her friends.

As she made her way up Megan’s porch, the door swung open. Connor was on the other side, his eyes going wide when he saw Katie.

“Hey C!”

His eyes grew wide and he gulped. “H-hey Ms. Katie.”

“You ok?”

“Yeah…sorry, I wasn’t expecting to see you…um, I’m going to go see Will.” he blurted out.

“Oh…ok cool. Having a guys’ night then huh?” She wiggled her eyebrows trying to lighten the mood.

“Yea. I…um…I’m gonna go.”

“Ok C, I’ll see ya. Hey, you good to come over to my house on Saturday to build some stuff? Don’t feel like you have to.”

“No, I mean, yeah I’ll be there. I don’t mind Ms. Katie. I told you I’d help.”

“Alrighty bud, I’ll see ya.”

Katie closed to door and walked in on Megan who was pulling a dish out of the oven.

“Holy shit that smells good, what is that?”

“Oh hey babe, it’s this garlic and herb baked brie thing I found on Pinterest. Did you see Connor on his way out? He was supposed to take over these buffalo chicken sliders I made for the guys. They’re apparently going to teach Connor how to play poker tonight,” she chuckled.

“Ha, oh jeez. Yeah, I saw him. He was kinda awkward with me though, it’s like he saw a ghost or something when he saw me.” She tried to snag a bite of the brie but Megan swatted her hand away.

“Everyone will be here soon, wait! And uh…yea, about that. Apparently, he was over at Will’s today when you guys were texting.”

“Well, it’s not like a sent a picture of my tits or anything…”

“I know, but he felt bad that you may have been embarrassed, you know how he is.”

“Oh I know, our sweet little Connie bear. How’re things going with him and Aria?”

“Good, I think. I’m trying to not ask Benny a ton of questions, but I’m dying to know more.”

“Ooo…Benny huh?’ Katie teased, arching one of her eyebrows. “He’s hot as fuck Meg, you thought about doing anything about that?”

Megan rolled her eyes, “For starters, he’s like 10 years younger than me and I see him like a little brother, ew.”

Katie wasn’t convinced but didn’t press the issue as she heard the door open.

“Party’s here!” David shouted as he danced through the front door, a bottle of sparkling wine in his hand as Ty followed carrying a couple of containers for Lucille who was trailing behind them.

The five of them chitchatted while they waited for Melissa and Olivia to arrive, politely waiting to dig into the spread until David broke the tension and started fixing himself a plate. “Look we said be here by 7, I know Liv is probably dealing with bedtime and shit, but Melissa has no excuse. They can’t be mad that we started eating.”

Almost on cue, Melissa strolled through the front door carrying some fresh-baked cookies.

“Liv texted, one of the twins is sick so she can’t make it,” Megan let the group know as they all sat around the living room with their snacks and drinks.

“Katie, I am dying to know what your last like 36 hours have been like. Please dish!” Ty teased.

She reluctantly rehashed her lunch date, going in more detail than she was planning on thanks to very specific questions from David. When she finally got to the part where she accidentally texted him, they all nearly spit out their drinks.

“Oh shit, Katie…that would happen to you,” Melissa chuckled.

“It was so fucking embarrassing,” Katie put her head in her hands.

“Why mi cielo? So he knows you were excited to go out on a date, what’s the harm in that?” Lucille rubbed Katie’s back. “He’s so handsome, have some fun!”

“Thank you, Lulu, that’s what I’ve been trying to tell her!” Megan cheered.

“Well, cheers to your date and hopefully getting some dick!” David raised his glass as everyone else groaned and rolled their eyes.

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“Ok, so a full house is better than a flush?” Connor looked at his cards confused, showing them to Benny who was sitting to his right.

“Lemme see…” Benny peered over at his hand. “Yeah, you have a full house which would be better than a flush, but unfortunately I have you beat,” he laid down his cards. “Straight flush.”

The rest of the guys groaned as Benny fist pumped, winning his fifth-straight hand.

“How about we take a break, huh? Refill drinks?” Frankie asked as he got up.

“No fair Fish, you’re just mad that you’re losing.” Benny huffed.

Connor and Will also pushed back from the table to head to the refrigerator, Santiago and Benny following.

“Pizza should be here soon,” Will said as he checked his phone.

“Ugh,” Connor shook his head. “My mom made some slider things for me to bring and I forgot to bring them. I was a little distracted on the way out.”

“Did Aria text you or something?” Benny asked as he took a swig of his beer.

“No, uh, Katie came by. They’re all having a get-together.”

“Probably to talk about you güero,” Santiago slapped Will on the chest. “Connor, you think they’re going to be there a while?”

“At my house? I mean, it won’t be super late, but they’re still there now.”

“C’mon Will, let’s go get our…what were they Connor, sliders?” Santiago confirmed with Connor before he and a reluctant Will made their way across the street.

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“So Lulu, any chisme you care to share with us?” Ty asked.

“Well, actually yes. I saw Ethan today, he showed 306 to a family as a favor to one of his realtor friends.”

“Oooo did you see the people?” Melissa asked, curious who her new neighbors may be.

“Just from afar, it was a family, a couple and they had two kids with them.”

“Were they hot?” David asked as Ty playfully slapped him on the forearm.

“I couldn’t get as close of a look as I wanted, but the husband kind of reminded me of Francisco, just with shorter hair and no beard and wearing a suit.”

The group was laughing in the living room when they heard the doorbell ring.

“Do you think that’s Liv?” Melissa asked.

“Nah, none of you ring the doorbell anymore,” Megan chuckled as she walked over to see who was at her front door. “Oh…hey boys! Come on in.” She ushered Santiago and Will inside, shushing Bucky who started barking at the visitors. “Oh stop it, you know them.”

Katie’s eyes widened and the sight of Will who was rubbing the back of his neck as he walked behind Santiago who confidently strolled into the room.

Lucille flashed a quick glance over to Melissa who straightened up at the sight of Santiago while smoothing down her hair.

“Hey everyone, so sorry to intrude on your uh…party, but Megan, Connor mentioned there was something he forgot to bring over,” Santiago flashed a charming smile.

“Oh yeah! I actually have them still on the stove so they should be a little warm, may just have to pop them in the microwave for a few before you serve them. Katie, can you help me,” Megan nodded to her friend to join her in the kitchen as the rest of the crew made small talk with the guys.

“What the fuck,” Katie whispered to Megan as they got to the kitchen.

“Aww what…Will wanted to come and see you,” Megan teased as she wrapped aluminum foil onto the platter. “You should see the way he was looking at you. Here take this to your man.”

“He’s not my man,” Katie rolled her eyes, yelping a bit as Megan slapped her on the ass as she walked out of the kitchen.

As they walked back into the living room, David and Santiago were cracking jokes back and forth.

“Here you go,” Katie announced, walking towards Will.

“Thanks,” he smiled as he inhaled sharply as their fingers brushed against each other when she handed over the tray. “Didn’t mean to bother you all, we’ll get going. Promise we won’t have Connor over too late Meg.”

“All good, it’s the summer so he can stay out as late as he wants!” Megan waved them off.

“Ok, well, still. We’ll make sure he gets back. You have a great night,” Will said to everyone but looked at Katie with a smile.

A/N: For some reason, I was having trouble with this chapter, but I eventually got it to a place I liked, so I hope you like it too!

When the two men finally walked out, the group stayed quiet for about 10 seconds before they started whooping and hollering about their unexpected, but very welcome, visitors.

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shuugumi · 8 months

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maybe i do want this...

satoru and y/N's wedding night ; pt. 1 here

17+, smut, virgin!reader, oral (f!receiving), p in v, unprotected sex,

disclaimer: this was originally posted on @seiueina but since this is my main acc; i am in da process of moving all my gojo content onto this account, ty ₍ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ₎

The night was magical and surprisingly, it had been everything you could have wished for even if the marriage had been arranged. As the cold brisk air of the night flows in between the fabrics of your multi layered wedding dress, your newly wedded husband and you walked hand in hand away from the Church you both officialize your marriage in.

“You’re so..beautiful.” Satoru whispers as he helps you get into the backseat of the Gojo Clans chauffeur, you couldn’t help but blush before shooting him a smile. “Thank you handsome..” You whisper softly, but he could still hear you as his response was kissing your forehead as he sits besides you. “To your home?” The driver says, “Yup.” Satoru says before snaking his arm around your puffy waist, his hand finding a spot in the crease of your thigh and hips.

“What’re you thinking about?” You ask as you look at him, his poker face showing, until you placed a hand on his jaw and kissing it. “Thinkin’ about you.” He says before placing a kiss on your head and you could feel the growth of his smile.

“Wanna tell me what you’re thinking about?” You say in a flirtatious manner, rubbing your hand around his thigh, acting innocently. He lowers his head so his lips became inlined with your ear, “How about I show you..when we get home.” He whispers before placing a kiss on your earlobes.

“Oh yeah?” You say as you can feel his hand exploring more of your lower half, but it felt restrictive due to the multiple layers of your wedding dress. “Can’t wait to take this off..” He husks, playing with the lace layer of the dress and you laugh.

Not even seconds since you stepped foot into Satoru’s house had he planted his lips onto yours. The passion burning from his lips melting onto yours. You slid your hand up into his hair grabbing at his freshly shaven undercut, softly scratching at the skin as he slips his tongue past the gates of your lips, catching you off guard as he lifts you onto the kitchen island.

“There- there’s a zipper on the back, take off- easily.” You manage to speak as Satoru started to trail his lips down onto your neck, leaving little bite marks down up until the sweetheart line of your dress.

“Mmmm.” He mumbles on the softs of your skin, feeling up your arm before he pulls the zipper down inch by inch.

He managed to get the zipper down half way to where the top part of your dress loosely hanged, exposing the lacy bra you had worn, that was insisted to be worn by your best friend.

Satoru stared at your chest, sliding his kisses on the exposed parts of your breasts, kissing up to meet your lips again. “C’mere.” He says breathlessly as he slides his hands under your butt, holding you as he carried you to his your shared bedroom.

He sat down on the bed, making you straddle him as he zipped the rest of your dress down. You drunkenly kissed him, leaving slobbers around his lips. He propped you up, making you stand and causing the dress to pool around your ankles.

You stood in front of your husband half naked for the first time. First time even standing in a bra and panties in front of a man. It made you nervous, scared, but the feel of the cold air hitting your bare skin sent shivers down your arms and into the burning core that was covered by your panties.

Satoru looked up and frowned. “What’s the matter?” He asks after planting a kiss on your stomach, slowly rubbing at your hip bone. “I- I’ve never done this before..” Shyly you spoke, resting your hands on his hard shoulders. “You never had sex before?” He almost laughed in the moment but controlled himself, you blushed hard. The rush of nerves flowing through your body made you nod with need.

“I want you to enjoy tonight..but what if I’m not experienced enough to satisfy you?” Mumbles escaped your mouth as you start to trace your hands around his shoulders and down his arms, he sighed.

“You got it all wrong y’know…sex isn’t just where only one person gets satisfied…it’s my job to satisfy you as well…y/N. Having sex is a trial and error…we learn as we go..you don’t have to be perfect at it first time...” Satoru claims before grabbing your hand and intertwining it with his.

“Learning process?” You ask and he nods, “Sugar, if you’re not ready we don’t have to do it..” He says and it makes you feel sad at his words. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to do it. The wettness that dripped out of you was saying otherwise. You wanted to do it with him but you were hesitant.

“But I want to..” You spoke, straddling him before cupping his jaw and pulling him into another passionate kiss. Satoru wrapped his large hands around your waist, sliding his fingers down your thighs, slightly grazing over your covered clit.

He kisses you like, a man starved. Like he wasn't making fun of you or degrading you that no one would want to marry you just a week ago. As he slowly pushes you over so that you now sat on one of his legs, a leg of yours dangled and he snaked one of his hands on your inner thigh then slowly feeling up your puffy pussy. "Sa-ah!" You exclaim and he slowly sunk just the tip of his middle finger in your tight hole, he slowly started to fuck you with his fingers as he kissed down your neck.

Unconsciously you found yourself undoing your bra, letting your breasts fall free and a second later, Satoru attached his mouth to one of your nipples, sucking at it until he releases the nipple with a 'pop!' sound. "Hu-hurts 'Toru.." Slow cries as he slows down his pace, running his fingers through your clothed lips. "Let's try a different position then.." He says quickly, flipping you over onto your back, laying against the bed spread out as he makes his way down in between your legs.

He was above you. Pushing your legs open with his palms on your inner thighs as he kneeled down between, sliding low...very low. He grabbed your panties and pulled them aside, "What're you-"

Ah. Right there. That feeling. A feeling that was so foreign to you. As he parted you with his tongue. You felt like melted butter as he lapped up your juices. He was starving, like he hadn't ate in a week. He had some self-control left in him as he was going slow. He' slowly sank his tongue into your hole giving him a surprise moan and you could feel his grin against you.

"Toru━sto..p" You pleaded, but he didn't stop. Rather than stopping or keeping his pace he went faster. His face against your folds until he lifted his head, tongue grazing over your dripping pussy. His eyes were foggy, "Yes my love?" His words felt like it vibrated off your cunt and you covered your eyes with your arm, "Maybe, we should change positions?" You spoke, "You don't like this?" He frowned, massaging your inner thighs.

"I-I like it...but shouldn't we be doing other things? Like shouldn't I be doing this to you?" You ask and he responds by placing the flat of his tongue against your clit, pressing down just enough to make you clench and exhale in a instant. The tip of his tongue circling your clit caused your hand to be sent from covering your eyes to covering your mouth, biting the fleshy part of your palm.

"Satoru!" You screamed as he unannounced slid his finger into your once empty hole, his empty hand palming over his tailored dress pants covering his raging hard on. "Fuckk.." He muttered into your burning core.

Your spine now shaping into a perfect arch as the back of your head slid against the pillow as the uncomfortable feel of his digits became pleasurable and you melted even more into the feeling of this new found pleasure. "y/N, you can't come yet." He says as his lips brush against your folds as his tongue lapped away at your clit, never once forgetting about the pleasure your clit wanted.

Squeezing your eyes shut, there was this liquid of burning heat blossoming in your tummy that would soon take full control over you. Your fingers now finding a grip on Satoru's hair, grasping for an anchor.

"Ca-can't hol' an- longer!" Your voice shaky as he slips another one of his digits into your expanding cunt, "Don't. Give me three more minutes Baby." He commanded as his lips latched onto the one spot that was most desirable.

Yes. Right. There. You're eyes rolled to the back of your head as your legs start to tremble with the amount of pleasure that was desperate to be released. "Can't!!" You cry out and he only goes faster, "Focus, you can do it."

You could have done it. But with his breathless voice, it ruined everything. Hints of an order with his low and raspy voice cause the pleasure to break over you like a wave crashing onto the shore. You became someone else as slutty moans escaped your lips as you released all over his face.

Even with this graphic scene, he still continued to lap over you as you came down from your high, his tongue still as work until he pulled away for one last time, "Wanna- go down on you forever."

You fisted the pillow that laid next to you as he found his place back onto your sopping cunt, "Toru!" You cry again as you shove his face away from you, and once you sat up you saw where his other hand had been the entire time, palming his urging cock.

Heat flooded within you once more and it left you open mouthed as he groaned something that was not coherent to anyone of hearing, he got up from his position, unzipping his pants and letting his hard and aching cock free from the restriction of his tailored dress pants. He slowly fisted at it as you brought the confidence to try and hold it, that was until he swatted your hand away, "Next time you can try." He says before pushing you down back onto the bed and aggressively grabbing your thighs and pulling you close so that now your pussy and his cock was aligned.

He spanked your pussy, catching you off guard as he brought himself down into the nook of your neck, "Can I fuck you?" He whispers into your ear before kissing your neck and up to your lips. You groaned as you slowly brushed your lower half against his, the friction making you ache for more. "Please? Can I fuck you?" His breath against your ear until you spoke, a simple "Yes." caused him to immediately reach for his cock, closing his fist around it, squeezing the tip as a milky substance leaked from the tip.

Your mind saying a bunch of things as you took into the view of his big dick. You didn't think they could have been that big...it caught you unexpectedly even more as you could feel the fastening of his heartbeat as he aligned himself to you, nudging the head against your opening.

You were quiet in the beginning, still not loose enough for him to easily slide in, your eyebrows furrowed as he slowly slid more of himself into you. Your arm snaked around his neck, muffling your moans. But eventually, the pain subsided and you were now a moaning mess.

Your mind grew hazy as all you could think about was your husband taking your virginity, as you held him tighter as he piston into you slow but surely, Satoru knew you liked it. It took him a moment to speed up, making sure that you were okay in the process, and your reaction was something he wasn’t expecting.

Loud cries muffled in his neck as he thrusted more roughly. Your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, keeping him deep. Your breath hitched as your walls tightened around him, the two exchanging loud moans.

“Fu-ck, you’re gonna make m’mm gonna cum.” Satoru babbled as he kissed you on the lips, he tapped your legs to get you to unwrap your legs but you were too entranced by this pleasure given from his dick. “Baby- gotta. Gotta let go.” He says, still keeping his pace as he tries to get up to pull out.

“C-cum in me. Please?” You cry out into his ear, the pleasure becoming unbearable as pockets of tear drops form at the corners of your eyes. His icy blue eyes bore into yours as he cupped your face before he roughly pounded into you.

“Ah~ Satoru, g’nna cum!!” You moan out in slurs as you feel your thighs tremble, he places soft kisses on your neck as his breath fastens. “Come for me princess, m’bout too cum too~” His voice cracked as he desperately chased yours and his release.

One more pump and it came all undone for the two of you. Satoru’s cock twitching in you as he released his warm cum inside you. Your walls tightened as you could feel the creamy liquid paint your walls white and it took a second before he caught his breath and you untangled your legs from around his waist as he slowly pulled himself out of you.

Admiring your flushed, fucked out face. He smiled as he viewed the view down below. The mixture of his and your cum spewing out from your puffy and sensitive pussy made him go insane. The slow flow of his cum slowly dripping out of your hole made him unconsciously fist his cock.

Satoru dropped himself next to you on the bed, turning on his side so he can face you. Putting a strand of hair behind your ear as you shame filled your face, you look at him. “There’s no need to be shy baby..” He says, placing a kiss on your arm.

“I-I can’t think!” Your voice shaking, throat dry as you haven’t swallowed your spit ever since he started fucking you. “It happens.” Satoru joked as he lifted you up to be laying against his chest.

“What- what does it feel like when you’re…coming?” You ask randomly, playing with his hair as you felt a drip fall from your cunt. “How does it feel like when I come inside you..huh?” He repeats the question and you nod. "Well..it's kinda like a sneeze..a really. Good sneeze.." He continued as you played with his ruffled hair, absorbing his voice through your eardrums. "-It just feels really good.." He chuckled as he twirled a strand of hair on his long fingers before kissing your forehead.

"Did-did you enjoy it?" Satoru asked and you hummed, resting your head against his chest, hearing every heartbeat a second. "I wanna do it again...how often can we do it?" You ask, drawing little drawings with your hands on his chest. "However much you want sugar...we can literally do it anywhere."

"Anywhere?" You whispered as naughty thoughts appeared in the once clean and innocent mind of yours, and your pussy clenched as you thought about things that you could do and experience with your husband, you couldn't help but smile and awaits what this marriage holds.

(this fic was my first time ever writing smut so if it sounds familiar to cough cough love hypothesis; that is why)

#ಇ. harueina #gojo satoru smut #smut #jjk smut #satoru gojo smut #gojo smut #sexy time #wedding night #yummy #gojo satoru x y/n #satoru smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader smut

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brianwashere · 9 months

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So, hear me out. A male reader that is Roy‘s teenage brother. Roy and Jason started dating a few months ago (bcs JayRoy gives me life) and Jason starts hanging out at Roy‘s home more often and is initially really cold to reader (because it‘s Jason, he needs his time). But eventually he really warms up to reader and becomes almost a paternal figure? Just maybe? For me? Please?

-🌱

You are so real for that 🌱.

Have this as a little post op treat! I hope it went well and your happy with it!

**I do not own any characters or part of the franchise from DC**

Pairing: teen!male!reader x platonic!father figure!Jason

Genre: family? Found family?

Summary: go to req

Tw: cussing

Your older brother didn’t have many partners. Serious partners. A few flings, some one night stands, nothing permanent. So when Jason showed up you expected it to be just like that

So when he never even recognized your presence—and when he did he was an asshole—you expected it to just blow over and have him gone in a week max.

The one week mark was 3 weeks ago.

“So…what’s the deal with Jason?” You asked Roy one morning after they’d been together for about a month.

“The…deal?” He asked, confused.

“Well is he like—friends with benefits? A quick fling? One night stand that’s happened 15 times? A booty call?” You suggest, Roy’s face getting more sour with every label you throw out.

“What?” He pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly irritated.

“He’s just been spending more time here and I just thought maybe you shouldn’t sleep here with your fling—“ Roy cut you off.

“He’s not a fling!” Roy yelled.

His tone surprised you. Sure he yelled at you sometimes, but never over something as small as this.

“Jeez man, ok. Calm down…” You muttered.

Your older brother ran a hand down his face.

“He’s my boyfriend. Not friend’s with benefits. Not a one night stand. Not a fling. Not a hooker. He’s my boyfriend.” Roy explained in a clipped tone.

You just blinked at him.

‘Seriously?’

“Mkay…” You said skeptically, grabbing your backpack for school.

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You and your best friend, Matty, walked out of school together. You two always walked as far as you could together before you had to go separate ways.

“—No that’s what I was telling him because what if they actually want that and just don’t know how to tell him.” You explain to them.

“Yeah, yeah, I get your point.” Matty agreed. “On the topic of relationships…” they started, laughing some.

“How’s your brother and that asshole going? He gone yet?” They teased.

“No! No! No! You’ll never believe it—hold on. Today. This morning. Roy told me they were like—an actual relationship. Like. Boyfriends.” You spoke quickly, still in shock at your stupid brother and his stupid boyfriend.

“No fucking way.” Matty barked a laugh, shoving you slightly.

“Yup.” You smiled at their reaction and pushed back against them.

“It’s just so fucking annoying. Jason’s such an asshole. He’s so—so mean. Roy can do better. I know he can!” You groaned in annoyance.

“Hey man, I’m sure it’s not actually permanent. Just give it time, they’re bound to split eventually.” Matty advised.

“Yeah yeah…” You sighed as the split in paths approached. “Anyway…bye Matty! See you tonight? Street race, right?”

“Yeah man! I’ll pick you up at 8:00.” Matty confirmed.

“How gentlemanly of you.” You teased, walking off towards your apartment.

Matty rolled their eyes and waved.

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You walked inside and your eyes were assaulted by the image of your brother and Jason cuddled on top of the couch in the living room. Cuddled was the PG version of it. They were more like cramming each other’s tongues down their throats.

You grimaced and made a face like someone shoved a lemon slice in your mouth. Even that would be a more pleasurable experience than this.

You started to walk off when Roy finally noticed you and shoved Jason off because Jason was keen on ignoring you. He gave you a look when Roy’s attention was turned to you.

“Hey, how was school?” Roy was breathless and had disheveled.

“You have spit on your chin.” You deadpanned, walking to your room.

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You were sitting on the couch, waiting for Matty to pick you up when Jason walked into the living room. You glanced at him then returned to scrolling on your phone.

That was until Jason slumped down on the other side of the couch.

You side eyed him but didn’t say anything. He put his feet on the coffee table.

“Take your feet off the table.” You instructed.

Jason glanced at you and then at the table.

“Yours are on the table.” He pointed out.

“I live here. You don’t.” You said simply, not looking up from your phone.

“Where are you going?” Jason asked, sounding only half interested.

“Why do you care? Thought you’d be face sucking my brother right now.” You spit back.

“We did. Lots. Passionately. He’s showering right now.” Jason gave in too much detail for you.

“Surprised you’re not in there with him.” You snipped back.

“Is it a street race?” Jason asked.

That made you look at him, curious.

“How’d you know?” You asked, eyeing him.

“You’re dressed like it. And Roy told me you sneak out to them a lot.”

“S’not sneaking out…I’m not exactly keeping it a secret…” That was half a lie, you never brought it up and would definitely try to hide it if you could but Roy just knows.

“You didn’t hear this from me. But, south Blüdhaven has some pretty good races. And the pigs don’t care enough to pull you over there.” His advice seemed so random you had to pause and process the information he just spewed out of his mouth. “You‘ll probably have to watch for that Nightwing dickhead though. He’s got a real thing for setting ‘troubled teens’ on the right path.” Jason’s mouth quirked slightly when he said this. Almost in something akin to…fondness?

“Ok…” Matty texted you saying they were there and to “hurry your ass up.” You sighed and stood up, walking out of the door.

‘That was strange…an interaction with Jason that wasn’t outwardly hostile.’

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A week or so later you were sitting on the couch again. Roy was gunna be gone for a week or so, “doing something important,” he’d said.

The handle to the door jiggled and you raised your eyebrows at it. You heard the very recognizable sound of a key unlocking the door and waited for Roy to walk in.

To your utmost surprise and dismay, Jason walked through the door. Alone.

“Get a jacket on, we’re going out.” Was all he said.

“What, he’s just giving you a key now—?” You started, angry at Roy for giving some guy a key to where you live.

“Get a jacket on, we’re going out.” He stated again. His voice was firmer this time, irritation singeing the edges.

You paused, contemplating this. You were bored out of your mind. You sighed and stood up, grabbing a jacket and walking out the door with Jason, who locked the door. With his own key.

You looked around the parking garage.

“Where’s your car?” You asked, looking around at the selection of cars.

“I don’t have a car.” Jason stated plainly as he walked away from you.

“Oh, what? So we’re just gunna call a cab?” You sighed, annoyed.

“Nope.” You failed to hide your excitement when Jason walked up to a motorcycle.

“You—you own a bike!?” You exclaimed. He nodded.

“Wear this.” He tossed you a helmet. It collided with your chest with a thunk. You caught it then spun it around, examining it. The helmet was black,—at least you think it was…at one point— coupled with numerous scratches and several stickers that had scuff marks to match.

You pulled the helmet onto your head and clicked the chin strap together.

“How’s it look?” You asked rhetorically. Jason knocked you on the head.

“Too loose. Here.” He reached towards the chin strap but you shoved him away.

“I can do it myself, dumbass.” You grumbled, fumbling with the strap to tighten it.

“Well I’m sorry for trying to keep your head from splattering all over the pavement.” He quipped sarcastically. “Roy wouldn’t like that very much.”

You scoffed.

“And you would?” You pressed him. Half joking, but also not surprised if he said yes.

Jason rolled his eyes.

“You remind me of my brother.”

At this you were at a loss. You didn’t know whether that was good or bad and you weren’t about to ask. You just kept your voice and face neutral. Not that it would’ve mattered; he couldn’t see through the helmet visor.

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The night was filled with high speed driving and greasy diner food. You learned that Jason wasn’t such a bad guy. He even payed for your meal. When he took you home it was probably 1:00 am.

“Get good sleep tonight.” Jason was leaning on his bike with his hands in his pockets.

“That a threat?” You teased, tossing him the helmet.

“It can be if you don’t listen.” He responded, smiling slightly.

“Yeah ok. Goodnight, fuckface.” You said with no real malice in your voice.

“Night, asshole.” He responded with a tone equal to yours. “Yell if you’re getting murdered.” He added

“Mhmm.” You hummed, already walking up the stairs.

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Bonus:

When Roy came home he wasn’t expecting much. Maybe a few dirty dishes, some clothes laying around. He knew you could take care of yourself and therefore didn’t need to have someone checking in on you. But that didn’t stop him for asking Jason to pop in every couple of days. Mainly to try and get his brother and partner to at least tolerate each other.

So when he heard two different voices shouting angrily from inside the apartment his mind jumped to the worst. He unlocked the door and mentally braced himself as he pushed it open.

“—OH YOU DUMB BITCH! LOOK AT THE EXIT! RUN AWAY!”

Roy was met with you and Jason sprawled out on the couch, watching a horror movie, shoving your faces with snacks, and yelling at the protagonist. It was an unexpected but not unwelcome sight.

“I’m just saying I would totally survive! Don’t you think I could survive?” You asked Jason.

“Oh you could totally survive! He’s slow as hell!” Jason responded enthusiastically while shoveling popcorn into his mouth.

You two hadn’t so much as glanced at Roy and he cleared his throat to get your attention.

“Oh hey, Roy.” You greeted, eyes still glued to the tv.

“Hey, babe.” Jason acknowledged.

Roy just sighed, smiling despite his annoyance.

“I’m gunna go unpack.” He said, kissing Jason’s head as he passed by.

“We were thinking Chinese for dinner!” Jason called.

“‘We’ who the fuck is ‘we’? I wanted Vietnamese!” You argued.

“Shut up. I’m paying, I get to choose.” Jason responded, shoving you off the couch with his foot.

Roy just rolled his eyes at the banter and headed towards his room.

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