#“wait hold on a second that's MY mole”

[keelt9]

BET A MOLE, BET A KISS Pt.2

Masterlist // Pt.1

Nothing more relaxing than after 6 hours of sleep, a grosseri shopping in the morning; not the most healthy one.

Cookies, chips and some fruits too; after all it was a hard week. Plus Charlie is now at home too.

With a half of cookie in her mouth she realises in the hallway that goes to the living room, there is a black bag and brown suitcase.

“Morning.” Oscar perks from the stairs. 

“You're here!” Y/N runs upstairs leaving the bags crash on the floor.

Oscar hates that she runs on stairs, she could fall or hurt, silly but that's what it is. “Don't ru…”

She crashes with him taking all his breath away, as he laughs.

“Hi.” Oscar said as she saw his face. 

“Hi.” She has that cute smile on her face.

He notices next to his face there is a half red velvet cookie, causing her to giggle. “Really, you don't drop the cookie?”

“It's a delicious cookie.” Y/N eats the rest of the cookie, notices a strange sensation in her ribs. 

Looking down she finally saw two markers, red and black.

“Are you doing something?” Y/N taking a step back. 

“Well.” Oscar smiles to himself. “While I was winning, by the way…”

Every time, winning or not, Y/N makes sure to give him a special cuddle; sometimes it's a lovely hug, a face covered with kisses, refuse to leave his hands for as long as she can or his favourite, lately, that heart stop kiss. 

Like now, a kiss that is hard not to follow for the way she puts her hands at both sides of his neck as he's set the pace of the kiss, first goes tender until he makes sure to remember in detail every curve of her lips on his.

“Congrats champ.” Y/N said before giving him a last peck. “So are you making something?”

“Oh, right, well, while I was flying back home an idea with a twist came to my mind.”

“Ok.” Y/N switches her face, she concentrates now.

“I want to bet my moles.” Y/N laughs, she didn't mention it because she wants to try it, only because that causes curiosity in her.

Y/N grabs his face, giving him a peck. “I didn’t say that with a purpose, you asked me what ignited my curiosity and that was.” 

“I know, but I want to try it.” Oscar said, seeing her shake her head. 

“Why markers?” She grabs it, thinking, are we serious about doing this?

“How could I know you’re not cheating?” Y/N scoff rolling the markers among her fingers.

“Waterproof?” She scoffed. “Are you actually planning this, huh?”

Oscar nods. “Ok, but first, I’m hungry and I just left 3 bags of chips on the floor, so we have a few things to do.”

After an improvised breakfast as a quick cleaning, they go to the room with the markers, conscious they’ll be there for a long time.

“Wait…” Y/N stops, placing both of her knees at the side of Oscar's waist. “What if I win…”

Oscar smiles, that’s a question that already has a clear answer. “We can’t do anything you want me to do for a week, so…I’ll take you wherever you want to go.”

Y/N smirks. “Anywhere?” 

“Anywhere.” She giggles. 

Oscar touched the side of her thighs. “What if you win?” 

“Oh, I want an honest answer and full will.” He licks his lips.

Y/N sighs. “My vacations are close, and for a month I won’t leave your side. Going to the race weeks isn’t that hard.” She leaned down to kiss his lips.

“It’s not about the race, it’s kind of dreamy from you thinking once you tell me you’re on vacation, I’ll leave you here.” Both of them giggle against each other's lips. “Nice try.” 

Oscar loves having her like this, without worries, just relaxing as she plays with each other's words. Outside of those four walls, the world could collapse and still, he will be holding her tight, like now. Her hands holding his face as he holds her waist.

“Is something more than a 3 second decision.” Y/N narrows her eyes. 

“Ok.” She opens the red market but Oscar realizes they miss an important specification. 

“Wait, tell me your range.” He stretched his hands to take the noteblock she has in her night table, taking the black market too.

Y/N scoff. “Do we actually need to write it down?” 

“It’s called being fair, my love.”

With names and numbers written down and glued to the headboard of the bed finally, the counting starts; with laughs, love touches and some of them are more naughty than others. 

For Y/N it was hard to focus from time to time, on the other hand, Oscar enjoyed the moments where her face burns red and the teasing is enough for she smiles sitting back as she takes a deep breath getting her focus again.

Her touches are so delicate and precise that Oscar needs to take deep breaths too to concentrate, just for making sure she’s actually counting and not cheating, the perks of having a surgeon as a girlfriend.

“Done!” Y/N sat back on his lap raising her eyebrows.

“Who wins?” Oscar sits properly, refusing to leave her standing from his lap.

Y/N smirks, making Oscar impatient, when she lifts her eyes from the note she previously took where she writes the number, she tilts her head with a smile. “Are you sweating?”

“A little bit.” Oscar giggled. “Having your girlfriend all over your body kind of makes you sweat, you know?” 

Y/N laughs but pouts. “I guess my dream trip must wait.” She turns around the note, the number that Oscar writes has a smiley face next to it.

Oscar sighs in relief, making Y/N push him softly due she misunderstands his sighs.

“It's not for that!” Oscar grabs her face and puts a kiss on her forehead. “Ready?”

Y/N nods with a calm face. “Remember to think about it deeply before answering, ok?”

“Oscar, I he…” Oscar takes out a small velvet bag from down on the pillow. “Do you have everything prepared, huh?” Y/N chuckles, still doesn’t get what the bag is related to the question.

“I have a good feeling about this.” She smiles but with a conflicted one, the circle shape marks in the tiny bag.

“You know I appreciate you giving me jewelry but…” She grabs his hands over the bag. “Most of the time my hands need to be free of everything and the tingle sounds on my neck are distracting but…”

“It’s not that type.” Oscar turns her hand making a delicate ring fall in the palm of her hand. 

Y/N hiss as her heart beating increases, the beeping on her clock announces it, Oscar takes a deep breath, preparing himself.

“Y/N… D…”

“YES!”

Y/N grip the ring throwing her arms around his neck, not even letting him ask and more less thinking for more than 3 seconds, Oscar laughs holding the back of her head.

He softly whispers at her. “Can I at least ask you properly?” She laughs splitting, in her eyes are already tears but she takes a deep breath.

Oscar takes the ring of her hand. “Y/N, would like to …?”

Y/N sobs, nodding as Oscar softly puts the ring where it belongs, tingling his finger with hers.

“It was worth it, right?” Y/N wipes her tears with confusion. “Bet my moles.”

Y/N shakes her head laughing. “I love you so much.” She said kissing him over and over again. 

“It’s not a soft lunch, NOT AT ALL!” Charles almost ripped his neck from Oscar's body, when he found it in Austria.

Oscar laughs consciously that outside of the building, a lot of cameras are waiting, not precisely for all the drivers. 

“We haven’t said anything.” Oscar insisted for the 1947 time of the day.

“You hav…” Charles takes a deep breath seeing Albon walks and reaches them. “It’s not like you need it!”

“You post a story where you can clearly see her, so cute by the way…” He lifts his phone, showing him the screenshot he took. 

Oscar laughs, shaking his head. “We were having breakfast, and, yeah, holding our hands.”

Charles bluffs. “I went with you to buy that ring, I know what it means!”

“Not counting the rock in the middle.” Albon chuckles seeing his phone. “Where is she? I want to congratulate her, well, both of you.”

“Somewhere in the hospital working.” Was the last words of Oscar before a swarm of drivers found him hugging him as they congratulated him for the big news.

They haven't said anything but a photo speaking more than a thousand words.

“Ok Oscar, take one last look please…” Tom mentions approaching him with a tablet in his hands with a mischievous smile on his face.

On the screen you can see Y/N arriving at the McLaren garage as under the line of her name you can read it, Oscar Piastri’s fiancé.

Oscar smirks as his cheeks turn pink. “Sadly you need to get into the car, like 10 seconds ago, so people make sure she is there when the race finishes.”

Oscar nods, putting the helmet on adjusting to his balaclava, going inside of the car, as people surround him.

Tom leans on the car. “Side note Oscar, it will be nice if you win this time.” Oscar's eyes narrow, a sign of a smile before Tom walks away to his spot.

“Box, box.” Y/N hears Tom's voice, as multiple mechanics run to their places with all they need. 

Her anxiety began when the left back tyre wasn’t coming out, the sound of the cars passing and the anxious glances from the main console isn’t the most relaxing thing.

For the cameras you can see the mechanic hit the tyre a couple of times before finally coming off; quickly Oscar rushed himself reaching the rest of the cars, still, the clock of the pit stop set 3.5 seconds. 

“Ok Oscar. Verstappen, Lando, George and Leclerc ahead. 13 laps remaining.” Tom mentions as the full team moves around the control panel setting the strategy that put him back in the first place.

In the first laps, Oscar passed Charles in one soft movement around a corner. Reaching George was tough, he had warm tyres and Oscar barely put him on temperature, still he managed to pass him seeing Lando so close; he could take the risk and push him or wait until the tyre warms, still 6 laps remaining. He pushes him, overtaking in a beautiful move that leaves Lando confused as Oscar passes at his left.

“Verstappen, 1.4.” Tom indicates Oscar. “Soft tyres.”

Oscar mumbles something as Y/N bites her nails, only 4 laps remind and Max is pushing trying to increase the gap.

“He will make it right?” Mark laughs seeing her walking to the limits of the wires allows her.

“OH! Max blocked him in the 2 corner!” Y/N hears, seeing the replay of Max blocks, closing the space in that corner for impeding the pass of Oscar. 

Y/N mumbles twisting her fingers “Let’s go babe, three more laps.” 

Max doesn't hesitate but he tends to let his emotions push him, in the straight he tries to increase the gap…until the car decides another thing, turning slippery causing him to lose for a second the car as Oscar pushes this time blocking the corner.

“I can’t see!” Y/N tries to cover her eyes leaving a gap between them observing the last laps, it’s like a pure haunting decided for .101 of difference.

When the flag waves, Oscar was the first one to cross that line.

“Great, great race Oscar, well done.” Tom congratulated him.

“Nice job guys.” Oscar's heavy breathing is heard. “Can you make sure my fiance is watching?”

Y/N's face is about to explode when she hears Oscar, hiding her face in her hands as Mark told her to follow the guys to the podium. 

With the helmet on after celebrating with the team, Oscar walks to the left side where Y/N is waiting with a red face and wide smile. 

She hugs him tightly as he laughs lifting her from the ground. 

“That’s not a soft launch.” Y/N claims as Oscar takes the helmet off. 

Y/N touches the lines of the helmet left on his face as Oscar giggles. “I can’t kiss my fiance properly with that.”

Y/N smiles as he leans capturing her lips in a soft kiss, hands on her waist as hers taking the helmet trying to cover their faces from the cameras, a small issue the ring is at plain sight for photos.

[iwakuraz]

opened instagram for the first time in probably months cause I wanted to see if anybody I know irl posted anything interesting lately. but I was immedietely shown the worst most annoying post ever I had to immediately close the website

[pythonmoth]

cw: violence. body harm. heavy torture. waterboarding. trauma. crude language. hurt/no comfort. explicit suicidal thoughts. self mutilation/harm mentioned.

× framed traitor f!reader x lt ghost. poly tf141.

Part 4

He didn't want to get out of bed that day, and the Captain calling for a private meeting just as he dared opening his eyes gave him enough reason to know he was right.

Putting on his uniform was as easy as ever. Really, he hardly ever took it off, anyway. It took about twenty seconds to put on his boots and he was off.

It was cold outside.

The night before had been stormy, so if Johnny's lungs weren't used the damn weather by now, he would be cursing the gods for it. It was so cloudy that he just truly wanted to grab a coffee, and sleep again.

Hell, even breakfast before a meeting would do.

His pace wasn't rushed, the sun slowly coming up. As soon as he spotted Simon walking over to the Captain's office as well, seemingly unaware of his presence, he couldn't help but smirk and slow down. He did his best to keep his boots from making noise, holding his breath. He got closer, and closer.

Then, promptly bumped nose first on the back of Simon's head.

"Argh!" he grunted, holding his nose. Simon made no sound at all and just kept on walking. Johnny knew damn well the cocky tilt on the Lieutenant's head as they got near the Captain's office. "Bastard. Could've warned me, instead of making me nearly break my damn nose".

"Why? It's funnier like this" Simon said, the timber in his voice so amused it made Johnny roll his eyes, not really upset at all.

"To you, maybe".

"And that's how it's supposed to be, Johnny".

The conversation was cut short as soon as they approached the Captain's door. He was arguing with someone on the phone. It was clear he was trying not to make much noise, but the anger in his voice was unmistakable.

Simon and him shared a look, and waited for a moment before knocking on the door.

"Get in" the Captain's voice cut through the silence, hanging up the phone before standing up, looking at the two men with a hard expression.

"What's going on?" Simon questioned, standing right next to Johnny, their shoulders brushing.

"We've got a mole" the Captain said, his teeth clenched. Johnny watched as he paced behind his desk, his shoulders hardened.

"A mole?" he wondered, his eyebrows furrowing. "Who's the bastard? We'll drag him to the—"

"Goddammit, Johnny. It's the fucking lass" the Captain snapped.

In that moment, the room went colder than the freaky weather outside. The three men stared at each other for one long second.

"We've five lasses" Simon started, the trembling in his voice so evident that Johnny wanted to reach out, and grab his arm to stabilize him. He didn't, as he was trembling just as badly. "You better give me a name right now, or I'll start breaking your shit".

"If it weren't yours, do you think I would be calling you two idiots?" the Captain growled out. He opened his mouth, ready to continue, but Johnny spoke first.

"Is this some kind of ridiculous, fucked up joke?" he blurted out. He just couldn't think. He just couldn't believe it. "She's been here for nearly ten years. Capt'n, there must be a mistake. And you, you can't possibly believe this shit!" he blurted out at Simon, turning to look at him.

Simon was as stiff as a wooden board.

And he was so damn angry it nearly made Johnny shit his pants.

"Is there proof? Do you have it on you? Is it positive?" Simon questioned, the words flowing, barely controlled. Johnny's mouth fell open. "How can you be sure?"

"LT!" he gasped in surprise, his heart pounding in his throat. He felt like throwing up.

"Answer me" Simon demanded the Captain, ignoring him.

It took them two hours to go through the evidence, more than once. You've been selling information about other team's missions, and they had your fingerprints. It was almost as if you weren't even trying to hide it at all.

"Isn't it too simple, too easy?" Simon said, not for the first time. "Price, you gotta admit it's at least suspicious. She's not stupid".

"Capt'n, the lass' a smart one. Not even the lamest bastard in this damn base could pull a mistake this big" Johnny added. Needing to sooth himself, he discreetly placed his hand right next to Simon's on the desk.

The slightest curl of the Lieutenant's pinky across his made him take a deep breath.

"That's your pussydrunk heads talking to you. This is unmistakable and we can't risk it" the Captain shook his head, pointing at the evidence in front of them. They both went quiet at that, too troubled to feel offended. "Take her downstairs. We'll do as I ordered, in five. You either do it yourselves, or I'll call someone else" the Captain said. Simple as that.

If the Captain saw Simon snatch his hand back from Johnny's grip before they both stormed out of his office, he didn't say.

What was there to say, anyway?

An empty box suffered all of the Lieutenant's anger as soon as they stepped out. Snapped in half with kicks and thrown to the other side of the hall, alarming a few soldiers that, just taking a look at them, turned away instantly.

Johnny couldn't possibly do anything to make Simon feel any better if he was just as angry and appalled. Hurt, and incredibly confused, mostly. They didn't exchange a single word as they reached the mess hall, their boots heavy against the floor.

Simon's steps faltered when they saw you sitting at the usual table. Johnny clenched his jaw and walked forward, forcing Simon to do the same.

They both watched as you sipped on your mug, no doubt waiting for them to have breakfast. He saw you take a bite of the bread, your eyes brightening as you turned to them, recognizing their footsteps easily.

It's been nine years, after all.

Johnny's heart trembled at the sight. Anxiety and pain bloomed in his chest, but he forced himself to swallow it down. They had orders.

"It's so darn late!" you complained, your voice a little muffled around your mouthful, looking amused. Ridiculous. "Where were you? Come on, let's eat".

Beautiful.

It had been too easy. You didn't resist their touch at all, raising an eyebrow. Johnny heard you nearly choke when you noticed their grip wasn't playful, asking Simon what was happening, you feet dangling between the two of them.

Johnny's grip was tight, fighting to keep his expression blank, but it got fucking difficult the moment you realized where they were taking you, screaming, fighting, and struggling against them, demanding explanations.

The room had been used for many years, even before they got here. It either reeked of shit, piss or blood and bleach. It's never been pleasant.

The Captain was already waiting there.

He kept silent as Simon punched you on the stomach. Kept silent as you begged and pleaded, trying to meet their eyes, their hands tying you to the chair.

The Captain had ordered not to explain anything at first.

And it was fucking hard.

To see you get punched.

To be the one to gag you, despite your attempts to bite down on his fingers. To be the one who made you choke on your fears, on your pain.

Your panic.

Simon's eyes were detached, stuck within himself, the trembling in his hands barely noticeable, but Johnny saw it.

He felt it in his own hands.

Every time the Captain ordered him to yank on your hair. Every time he pressed that disgusting wet rag against your face and poured the water on it. Every time his gray eyes met your pleading gaze.

With each of your screams.

He saw Simon flinch with every one of them.

After the Captain kicked your lights out, the three of them had a serious conversation. Simon and Johnny were quiet, both of them staring at the Captain as if he had grown a second head right in front of them.

"No. I'm not doing that shit".

"Neither am I. Are you out of your fucking mind, Price?"

"Now, lads, I'm not asking. If you don't do it, I'll grab another two. We need information and the evidence is clear" the Captain cut them off. He didn't look happy about it, but he didn't seem too worried, either. "Tomorrow. That's an order".

Simon and Johnny sat on the stairs that night, with you right behind the door, both of them smoking silently. Neither of them acknowledged Johnny's tears, and when Simon turned away, neither said anything.

Your screams were a stab in his heart. And he couldn't blame anyone but himself.

When Price told him what they were going to do because you "wouldn't open your mouth", he had wanted to kill Price right there, but the evidence was too big and they had orders, and it didn't matter what he thought. He was but a soldier. Price gave the orders, and it wasn't his place to question them.

Not too much, anyway.

But that didn't mean he had to like them.

Had it been anybody else, Simon wouldn't have hesitated. He would've dragged the dickhead to the basement himself.

But you?

Price had ordered him to go slow, to make you suffer as the nails were ripped off slowly enough to make you pass out, but he couldn't.

He couldn't go against his orders, but he could do them his way.

If it's done quick enough, the pain concentrates and dissipates faster, leaving only raw, throbbing fingertips behind.

That's the best he could do.

As you pushed your head against his chest, pleading and screaming in pain as Price asked you questions you didn't seem to hear, another nail would come off.

"Give him their names. Please" he whispered, low enough for only you to hear, but you were too gone with pain to pay attention.

Price would order him to go on, and Simon would grit his teeth, and do it as fast as possible.

Every scream made him want to crawl into the tiniest cave, and rot for the eternity.

If you were truly a traitor, he didn't care. He wanted you to break yourself free and steal their guns so you could end them right there. He wanted you to win and take revenge, dance on their bodies for all he cared.

When you said it was done between the two of you, he was glad his back was facing you. Otherwise, you would've noticed the trembling of his lips under the balaclava.

Orders. He had to follow orders.

When the toenails started coming off, your screams reached a deeper pitch. It was as if it wasn't you anymore, you looked like a whole different person. Simon pressed his head to your leg, panting, whispering and begging you to say their names.

"Please" he would whisper, gripping your ankles in hope to ground you away from the pain.

When he was two toenails into the second foot, deep cuts along the arch of the two of them, he decided to pause, as if coming out of a trance. Price had gone out half an hour ago, looking agitated, so he took full advantage of that for a moment.

Simon stopped, looking up at you, but you were slowly passing out just from the little break you were allowed when he stopped.

Johnny was shaking, his shoulder tense as he looked straight to the door in front of you, from where Price bursted inside the room again.

"Follow me" Price said, his mustache shaking. It didn't take long for Johnny and Simon to do so.

The last time he had been this angry, he had nearly killed himself in the middle of his room.

You were innocent.

Simon was faster than Johnny only for a second.

He punched Price so hard that he could hear a finger breaking, but he didn't give a single fuck.

He knew it wasn't Price's fault.

Still, it felt damn good.

Yells could be heard all across the base, confused soldiers who knew nothing of the situation yet would just stare at each other.

"Garrick caught him trying to escape" Price raised his voice again. "He's been detained and has already confessed. The problem is that—"

"I don't fucking care!" Simon snapped, gripping Price's desk hard enough to break the shit out of it. "Bring him here, goddammit. I'll put a bullet through his brain".

"I'm trying to explain why I fucking can't do—"

"The fuck am I here for, then? I'm done with this fucking shit hole" he yelled, not interested in whatever Price had to say anymore.

Johnny and him rushed downstairs, panting, shaking. Price didn't leave his office, the heels of his hands digging into his eyes.

Simon fell to his knees and untied you as quickly as he could, watching you blink your eyes open, your gaze distant.

"I'm so fucking sorry, love. You'll be okay, I fucking promise you that. Fuck, I'm so sorry... I'll carry you, hold on. Hold on..." he whispered, sliding an arm under your legs and carrying you bride style.

He was struggling with his own anger, unable to control his body as he normally would, bumping his shoulders on the walls as he rushed upstairs.

"Watch her head! You're gonna fucking drop her. Let me help—"

"Shut the fuck up, Johnny. Don't fucking try me right now".

If Johnny was hurt by his words, he genuinely didn't care right now. He would get over it.

When he finally reached the clinic, he snapped at however was available to get their fucking arses up.

He knew it wasn't the right thing, but he couldn't afford to be respectful. Not right now. A few medics surrounded you immediately, but one of them started pushing him out.

They kicked him out of your room.

They fucking kicked him out.

Away from you.

"You've two broken fingers, and she doesn't need you. You ain't going in" the head doctor told him. Simon's eyebrows furrowed, his lips curling in a snarl behind the mask, but she was having none of that. "Shut it, you big brute. Now do as I say, or I'm kicking you out of my clinic".

Johnny sat next to him, but Simon wouldn't look away from the door to your room. He sat quietly, not even blinking as the doctor helped him with his fingers. They didn't even hurt.

He didn't matter.

It took you two days to wake up.

As soon as he was allowed in, he barely left your side, only to take a piss or grab a coffee. He would watch the doctors check on you, acting like a dog ready to snap and bite their heads off every time your fingers flicked in your sleep when they touched you.

"L.T. You gotta get some rest" Johnny mumbled, a hand on Simon's shoulder. It was only the two of them and you there. As it should be.

"Not interested".

"Its been four days since you've eaten anything".

"Good for me. Was planning on going on a diet, actually".

"Simon".

"That's my name".

Smack.

Simon finally looks away from your face to look at Johnny with wide eyes, the back of his head burning. "The fuck was that?"

"That's what you get for being a dickhead" Johnny replied, his eyes fixed on you. "She's safe here. Come on, we gotta be fed and rested, so she can kill us when she wakes up".

It took Johnny a lot of convincing, but he managed to drag Simon out. They ate in silence, and slept.

Only a couple of hours.

The moment Simon heard your first scream, just in the back of his mind, he got up to his feet, rushing to the clinic. He wasn't certain if it was his mind or if it was truly you.

When he saw you on the floor, crawling away from him, he felt both relieved and terrified. He sank to the floor instantly, his hands in full display, hoping to ease your fear.

"No, wait. Please. Please. You're okay" he said, his eyes wide, taking in your expression. He will never forget the way you were looking at him, as if he wasn't Simon. Not anymore.

He didn't know what to do, didn't know how to approach you anymore, didn't know how to even begin.

"W-we were tricked" he explained, at a complete loss. "A mole planted evidence against you, but we found him a few days ago, when we brought you here. I'm so—"

"You're sorry" you crackled, and it felt like a stab to his heart. "You're sorry".

It didn't matter what he did, you refused to listen to him.

"Please. I didn't want to do it. I'm so sorry" he pleaded, his hands flat against the ground. "I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Johnny and I. You won't forgive us and we know this. Fuck, you should never do so. Lovie... please".

When you started sobbing, shaking and keeping yourself away from him, Simon broke down as well.

He moved slowly, taking his mask off, and leaving it on the floor between the two of you. He didn't dare looking at you, tears or not, but he wanted you to stop being scared at him.

He would've preferred you stabbed him. He would've preferred you made him eat glass and then shot him between the eyebrows.

But scared? He wanted to bite his own fingers off to make sure he would never hurt you again.

Simon was embarrassed. Ashamed.

He had followed orders, but he should've pressed Price harder. He should've helped you somehow instead of just doing as he was told.

The space between the two of you felt disturbing and too big. He wanted to hold you, to kiss your face, and never let go.

But you've been clear. It was over.

He didn't dare trying to convince you.

All he had left was his regret.

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Masterlist | Part 5

buy me a coffee

by implied I meant fucking obviously. i couldn't leave johnny out, i love him sm. but if you don't like it just picture them as rlly close buddies, then. they might kiss, but who doesn't kiss their buddies, am I right?

i was gonna wait until tomorrow, but i finished way faster than I thought I would, and I'm hyped as hell, so here you go. a gift!

taglist: @euphoricn @lilg101010 @enfppuff @carolchaotic @silas-fanfic-favs @nina-from-317 @an-ever-angry-bi @kittygonap @dorothy-rainbird @adventurerabby @defronix @sheepispink @iambuttwodaysold

[passionwillow]

Robby gives soft!Dom but Abbott gives Daddy/Brat Tamer!Dom vibes, don’t ya think?

I just woke up and DAMN I need a minute after reading that. 😩 He definitely fucking does!

- Abbot can’t fucking wait for you to get an attitude with him some days. There’s nothing he loves more than grabbing a hold of you and bending you over the nearest piece of furniture.

- Thankfully, it comes pretty easy to you. You never act like this towards him with intent, it’s all good fun for both of you.

- The second the last witty comment leaves your mouth, the last straw on the camels back, he’s on you. “You’re really trying to get on my nerves today, huh?” “That’s the goal, baby.”

- He’s behind you in a second and he can see your tense shoulders, just waiting in anticipation. He’s grabbing the back of your neck and bending you over the counter where you’re cooking, smirking at the gasp that leaves your mouth.

- “Just can’t fucking behave for one day, huh?” He tsk’s, hand sliding down your back before landing a smack on your ass. You jump and hum at the impact, legs spreading and back arching for more. “Why the hell would I, when this is what happens?”

- Sometimes he’ll have you bent over for him, pulling your bottoms down and fucking you until your legs are shaking. Those shaky moans, watching you squirm and cry out as you beg for more gets him even more riled.

- Sometimes he’ll take you up to the bedroom, shoving you down on the bed and fucking you into the mattress. Legs spread wide, his hand around your throat as he holds you down and drills you. “You love being such a fucking brat, don’t you? You do it just to get fucked, huh?”

- He loves leaving his handprints on your ass. One hand fisting your hair and holding your head back, the other landing sharp slaps on your cheeks, watching the flesh bounce and ripple.

- FUCKING YOU IN FRONT OF A MIRRORRR. He literally bought one just this purpose. He loves taking you from behind, hand pressing down on your back to keep you arched just right for him. “Look at yourself, baby. You look so fucking good, getting fucked like a slut.”

- He loves tying you up and using toys on you. A vibrator to your clit, one of your glittery dildos, he loves to change it up. Watching you squirm and sweat and whine, your thighs trembling.. He gets so goddamn hard. “You wanted to act up, princess. I think you could cum a few more times, hm?” As he turns the vibrator up another notch.

- Sometimes he’ll bury his fingers inside you as he covers your mouth, the only sound your muffled whines and the lewd wet sounds between your legs. “You wanted to fucking tease me, you wanted it so bad, baby. Take it. Like a good fucking girl.”

- But on the flip side, he can be the softest man around. He drags you down on the couch most days to lay on him, ignoring your laughter and protests because his favorite show is on and he wants you with him. Head on his chest, bodies tangled.

- Showers!!! He loves it when you shower with him. He adores the intimacy of washing one another, seeing every piece of each other and loving them. Your curves, stretch marks and scars, every little mole and freckle. He finds you beautiful, and he can’t help but blush when you gaze at him like he’s some statute carved from marble.

- Cooking together is one of his favorite activities. Neither of you are too great at it, so when he finds a new recipe, the kitchen is usually destroyed. Bowls everywhere, scraps of chopped vegetables or sauce on the table, both of you tasting the food and sharing a look of disgust before laughing. “Want me to order a pizza?” “I’ll start cleaning up.”

- He loves making love to you. Bodies pressed together, slow thrusts, trading passionate kisses. He’s such a sucker for those kind of moments together. Fingers intertwined as he rolls his hips slow and deep, smiling at the way your breath hitches when he’s buried inside.

- AFTERCARE. It doesn’t matter how spent he is, he’s getting up and cleaning you off. Wiping the mess between your thighs and kissing your forehead, mumbling how much he loves you. And it’s only fair you clean him off, kissing his chest as you go.

- He’ll rub your sore muscles, the bruises he’s left behind, bring you water and snacks before hugging you back to his chest. His own personal weighted blanket.

[kneelanders]

qh43 + delicate by t.s.

aka little moments in the timeline of falling for quinn hughes (wc: 686)

dark jeans and your nikes, look at you — falling for him

You and Quinn are hanging out in that easy way you always have, ever since you met a few years ago when you moved to Vancouver — you’re sprawled out on his couch, his head in your lap. He’s still in his grey jeans, his Air Forces kicked to the floor under the coffee table somewhere. Your fingers drift through his hair without thinking, twisting a strand lazily as you study his face, mapping out the freckles and moles you already know by heart.

He cracks one eye open and giggles at you, the sound soft and a little sleepy. “What? Do I have something on my face?”

Your stomach flips — just for a second, just enough to make your breath catch. You shake your head, pretending it’s nothing. “Just zoned out, Quinny.” You smile at him, soft and fond, and you can feel how hard you’re falling, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

do the girls back home touch you like i do? — a quiet confession (there’s no one else)

This time it’s you who’s half-asleep, your head tucked against Quinn’s chest, your fingers tracing over the prominent veins in his forearm. It’s late — so late that your words come out without much thought, softened by drowsiness and warmth. He’s leaving for his stint in Michigan for the off-season in the morning and this thing between you is still so fragile. You’re not sure what makes you ask.

“Do the girls back in Mich touch you like I do?”

Quinn tenses, just for a second, like he wasn’t expecting it. Then he exhales a quiet snort, presses his lips to the top of your head. “No, baby.”

That’s all he says. No teasing, no hesitation, no need for elaboration — just no, as if the idea itself is ridiculous. He squeezes your hip gently, like he’s making sure you’re still there, like he knows you might slip away if he’s not careful.

You hum, satisfied, and press a barely-there kiss to the hollow of his throat. He shivers.

“Good,” you whisper.

‘cause i know that it’s delicate…isn’t it? — making it official

The lake is quiet this late at night, the water dark and endless under the moonlight. The dock creaks beneath you as you sit side by side, your feet skimming the surface, Quinn’s shoulder warm against yours.

It’s been a week of this — lazy mornings tangled in sheets, slow afternoons out on the boat, Quinn pressing a strong hand to the small of your back like it belongs there. And still, you haven’t put a name to it. Haven’t asked the question that’s been sitting between you for months.

But here, now, under a sky full of stars and the safety of this place, you finally say it.

“This whole thing is delicate…isn’t it?”

Quinn exhales, a quiet laugh under his breath. He nudges your knee with his. “Yeah.” A pause, and then, softer: “But I don’t think I want it to be anymore.”

Your breath catches. Slowly, he turns to face you, his eyes searching yours, waiting for you to catch up, to understand.

“I want you,” he says, like it’s the simplest thing in the world. “Think I’ve wanted you since 2021.”

You feel it everywhere — his words sinking into your skin, the air thick with something you’ve been too afraid to name. Your fingers drift up into his hair, threading through the soft curls at the nape of his neck. He shivers, just a little, and the realization settles deep in your chest: he wants this just as much as you do.

You lean in first, heart pounding, lips just a breath away from his — then you hesitate. Just for a second. Just long enough for Quinn to see it, to smile like he knows exactly what’s holding you back.

“It’s real,” he murmurs, like a promise, before closing the space between you.

The dock creaks, the lake hums, and when his lips finally meet yours — warm and certain and all fucking yours — you know:

This isn’t delicate anymore. He’s not going anywhere.

[puck-luck]

americano with whipped cream PLEASE 🙏 would die for sub jack hughes. i feel like jack wouldn’t ever consider himself subby but when it happens he’d fall into it so easily

jack hughes u R such a good boy

“What do you think, J? Too tight?”

“No, ‘s perfect,” Jack replies. He shuffles down the bed until his arms are entirely stretched out. The bright red tie around his wrists holds, which brings a smile to your face. You weren’t sure if your thin thong would be strong enough to keep his hands in place, out of the way, and while he might stretch them out, it’s a risk you’re willing to take.

His shuffling has displaced you. You were sat on his fat cock when tying him up, dangling your boobs in front of his face, but now you’re perched on his stomach. You aren’t complaining, that’s for sure– his abs are strong, steely. You could touch them all the time and be perfectly happy, but what you want now is to fill yourself.

So, you lean forward and slot your lips together with Jack’s, subtly shifting yourself until your pussy contacts his cock. 

You’ve already given Jack plenty of attention tonight, denying him an orgasm twice– first by dry humping, which he’s always more into than he wants to admit, and then by sucking his tip until his hips bucked and he whined for permission to come down your throat. He’s ready to come, more than ready. You have a feeling that the second you suck his cock into your heat, he’ll start tweaking out. 

You’ll go slow. 

Jack’s fingers curl around the fabric of your panties as soon as your entrance stretches around the bulbous head of his cock. It’s like a mirrored reaction, trying to emulate what he feels around his most sensitive area.

“Oh,” he moans as you sink down. The word seems to slip from him involuntarily, judging only by the way his teeth seize his bottom lip afterward. 

You feel yourself smirking, settling down until you’re flush with Jack’s skin. You rake your fingers through Jack’s hair and admire him, peppering kisses over his cheeks and nose. 

Jack preens when you cradle his jaw and drag your nails down the sides of his neck. He arches his back off the mattress, his blue eyes wide and wanting.

You wish you could take a picture of him, but you instead decide to do the next best thing. You bite down gently beneath Jack’s earlobe, sucking until he rolls his hips inside of you. Then, you move to the next spot and suck again. And again, and again, and again, until Jack’s neck is littered with red spots that will turn to bruises by tomorrow morning. 

His cock is straining inside of you. You can tell because he’s making aborted movements, trying to fuck into you even though he knows better. 

“Be patient, sweet boy,” you coo, fingertips tracing the curve of Jack’s upper lip. “You can be my patient boy, can’t you?”

Jack all but rolls his eyes into the back of his head. “Can,” he declares. His voice is rough, like it’s stuck in the back of his throat.

You smile and kiss the mole near his mouth. “Wanna fuck me?”

“Yes,” Jack replies emphatically, blinking up at you. He starts thrusting right away, his hips jumping. He doesn’t wait for you to move, to make it easier for him. He just pounces, taking your permission and running with it. 

“Baby,” you laugh, laying a hand on his chest. His cock slips out of you when you sit up on your knees, getting into a position where Jack can drive his cock into you until he shoots his seed into your heat. 

He whimpers when his cock leaves you, a heartbroken noise that has you lurching into action and reaching between your bodies to line his cock back up with your entrance. Once sheathed, he springs back into his rhythm. Wet splats echo through the room, mixing with Jack’s grunts and whimpers that he tries to keep in.

You kiss him before planting your hands on his chest and tossing your hair out of your face. “Fuck me hard, baby. Show me what that big cock of yours can do.”

Jack’s head tips back into the pillows and he honest to God yanks on the panties around his wrists, which rip away from the headboard. Your jaw drops, but he doesn’t react. All Jack does is seize your hips and pull you down so that he can latch onto your chest, teeth tugging your nipple harshly. They’re his vice and you can’t blame him, not when it makes your head spin like it does. You’ll punish him for ruining your panties later.

[trianglegoddess]

New Ink, Old Scars

Tattoo artist meet-cute au bbyyyyy

Part 2 of my meet cute series, also on AO3!

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Eddie is setting up his station when his new client walks in. He had made the appointment online so Eddie hadn’t actually met him, and well, he’s certainly not complaining. 

His new client is absolute eye candy. He’s wearing a pair of basketball shorts and an older looking t-shirt, soft and well-worn and well-loved. They had texted a bit back and forth on social media, just so Eddie could have his design ready by the time of the appointment, and he had clearly followed Eddie’s advice to dress comfortably. 

It was a pretty sick design, too, not something that would really seem to be up this particular client’s alley. He looks like your typical Good American Boy, with his tanned skin and freckles and moles and perfect floopy hair that makes Eddie want to eat drywall. 

Once he’s done setting up, he walks over to the counter, greets him with a, “Hey, Steve, right? I’m Eddie,” and internally high-fives himself for how chill he was able to be. 

“Nice to meet you, man,” Steve says. 

They chat as Steve hands over his I.D. for the paperwork he then fills out once Eddie makes a copy of it. And it’s kind of…Immediate, Eddie thinks. Sometimes he really has to work to get along with some of his clients, or they don’t really speak at all, but this guy, he’s a fucking riot. He’s witty, and a little bitchy in a mean-girl sorta way that makes Eddie want to write Mr. Eddie Harrington in his nonexistent diary over and over. 

The conversation steers towards music, and Eddie’s old pipeline dream of making it big while they size the design up. Steve is getting it on the back of his forearm from his wrist to his elbow, and he gave Eddie complete creative freedom. Once he gets the stencil made, he takes Steve back to sanitize the skin and stick the stencil on. 

All the while they talk and talk and talk, and Eddie only interrupts the flow of the conversation to instruct Steve to hold his arm a certain way, and to lay down on his stomach so he can tattoo the back of his arm comfortably. 

Usually Eddie gets lost in the work, absorbed in the way he pulls a line to make it perfect, focusing on just how far the needles are going when he gets to the shading so he doesn’t cut Steve. Now, though, he just lets himself go on autopilot. Steve is going on about how his nickname was “The Hair” in highschool, talks about how Eddie’s curls are really nice, talks about how Eddie should do certain treatments that can protect them even more, and Eddie’s never been interested in hair care, never been interested in any of this stuff, but he’s pretty sure he’d be over the moon about golf if Steve was the one explaining it to him. 

When they’re done Steve waits patiently while Eddie goes through the process of taking photos and videos for his socials (and if he takes a little longer than he should nobody but he will ever know), before throwing some second skin on him and a piece of paper with the aftercare instructions on it. 

There’s a sort of ache when Steve leaves, like he’s suddenly missing something, missing a part of him. 

He ignores the feeling, and instead gets ready for his next client. 

The next morning after he’s posted the photo of the nail bat Steve got, he sees a multitude of comments. Some are from the ones who comment regularly on his art, some are bots, and some are…Children? 

Eddie can’t help but pull a piece of hair in front of his mouth, twirled around his finger as he reads through them. Steve is arguing with some kids named ‘EatMyDust’ and ‘MadMax,’ and it’s dumb and endearing and-and he kind of feels like a teenage girl, twirling his hair and kicking his feet like he is, unable to help the grin that spreads across his face. 

Later that night he receives an apology from Steve about his battle with the children (which he lost, MadMax was brutal). He also gets a question about his availability for next week. 

It’s how he ends up tattooing Steve again. Steve had requested a robin on his chest, right above his heart. 

The design itself is pretty simple, but it’s still a more tender area for most, which he informs Steve of as he’s getting the design ready. 

“I think I can handle it,” Steve says easily, and then. 

And then the motherfucker winks at him. 

Eddie is going to spontaneously combust on the spot. 

He tries not to let it affect his speech too much as he instructs Steve to take his shirt off for the stencil. And, even though Steve was being coy about it, Eddie understands immediately that Steve is going to be just fine with this tattoo. 

On his abdomen there are mottled scars, ugly and raised and almost matching Eddie’s in a way that’s uncanny. He doesn’t ask though. For one, it’s just rude, but also he’s a professional. It’s not the first time he’s seen bad scar tissue. He’s tattooed burn victims and people who want to cover up their self harm scars and all sorts of other people, all sorts of other reasons for these kinds of markings. He spars a glance at Steve’s abdomen, and that’s it. 

Steve, for the most part, seems relatively unshy about the whole ordeal. He had talked about being into sports pretty much his entire life, and he’s sure that that has something to do with it. Being in those locker rooms for all of the important parts of his youth probably desensitized him to this sort of thing long ago. 

Still, when they’re letting the stencil dry, Eddie can’t help but run a hand over his own stomach, over his own scars. 

“You can ask, you know,” Steve says. “If you want.”

“Only if you wanna talk about ‘em, man.”

“You know Hawkins? Small little backwater town that had that earthquake a few years back?” Steve asks him. Eddie nods. He had been in that backwater town, had been in that earthquake, and once the dust had settled he had gotten the fuck outta dodge. That town had never done much for him anyway, and the earthquake had been as good a reason as any to leave. “I got stuck in all of it,” Steve continues. “Most of it is from the debris and what not; I had been walking downtown where a fault line split the ground up.”

“No shit,” Eddie says. He had been on the fault line, had a very similar experience to Steve in that sense. It had split his trailer in half, and he and Wayne had had to figure their shit out pretty quick afterwards. 

Eddie lifts up his own shirt then, shows Steve his own scars. His are a lot deeper, travel a lot farther, all the way up to his neck but they match, and that’s gotta mean something, right? 

He hears Steve’s breath catch as he looks down at Eddie’s own torso as Eddie explains his own experiences in that very same earthquake. 

After that, the tattoo feels weirdly intimate, with this sort of charged energy between them. They talk, just as much as last time, but this time their voices are softer, gentler, as they talk about their own traumas surrounding the event. 

“Sometimes I feel bad, though,” Steve tells him. “I had pushed the kids out of the way, you know, I mean-I didn’t even think about it, I just did it. But then when all that shit fell on me, and when the earthquake didn’t immediately stop, I think-I know I scared them. And I think sometimes they think I’m just gonna disappear. And I feel bad for being the one to make them go through that-that uncertainty. It’s scary, especially around their age.”

“How old were they?” 

“Fourteen, except Lucas’ little sister, she was eleven. And now they’re all graduating in a month, and I wanna be there for them but-”

“But it’s hard,” Eddie finishes. “I’ll go with you, if you want.”

Eddie knows exactly what compels him to offer. It’s his big, stupid, fat crush on this actual literal life saver. He’d brave his shitty backwater hometown for Steve. Hell, right now with how strong this crush is he’d probably do anything for him. 

“Really?” Steve asks. 

“Really,” Eddie says. 

After that, Eddie finishes the tattoo pretty quickly. It’s a beautiful robin with irises and snapdragons framing it, all bright colors and an almost sort of impressionistic feeling to it. Then it’s the aftercare and a promise to coordinate their trip to Hawkins at a later date. 

Eddie doesn’t expect Steve to take him up on the offer, not really. He seems like the lone wolf-protector kind of guy, someone who thinks they need to face their traumas by themselves to avoid being a burden to those around them. Steve doesn’t text him, outside of thanking him for the pictures of the tattoo Eddie sends his way. 

It’s why he’s a little surprised when Steve comes in the next night, too late for there to be any time to actually tattoo him. He looks flushed and almost uncertain as he changes his weight from foot to foot while he waits for Eddie to greet him at the counter, carefully angling his body to hide whatever he’s got behind his back.

“Stevie!” He greets, unable to help the smile that splits his face in two. “To what do I owe the pleasure? Does your bandage need to be changed out?”

“Wha-no, uh, no. The bandage is fine, no leaking or anything. I just-um. Well.”

Without saying anything else, Steve pulls out a bouquet of flowers from behind his back. They’re marigolds and daisies, and they smell fucking amazing. Eddie gently takes them, wide-eyed and dumbstruck as he looks between the flowers and Steve and back again and back again.

“I, uh-would you. Are you busy?” Steve asks. His face is beat red, and he’s running a hand through his hair and he can’t meet Eddie’s eyes for more than a second before he looks away again. 

“Uh-No. I mean-not after I’m done closing up, I mean. I just have to mop and then I’m all yours.”

“Really?” Steve asks, and it’s so fucking hopeful, so fucking endearing, and Eddie practically melts. 

Eddie nods, hiding his smile behind the flowers. “Really,” he says. Steve just grins back at him. 

“Do you want to go to dinner with me?”

“I’ll go with you,” Eddie says. “If you want.”

Steve softens all around. His shoulders relax, and the nervous tension he had been holding himself with dissipates as he takes a confident step forward. 

“I would like that very much, Eds.”

A month later, Eddie gets to meet the kids that Steve goes on and on about, and he meets the Queen of Steve’s Heart, Platonic Soulmate with a Capital ‘P,’ and she gives him a knowing look and a wink and it’s-

It’s good. Great, even. 

It’s great.

[tyamisu]

military!rafe x sensitive!reader

warning! bad language, slightly smut

“Honey?”

He called out, grunting as he dropped his duffel bag to the floor. He sighed, bent down to untie his shoelaces, then stood up again, voice louder this time. “Honey? Darling?”

No answer.

Rafe frowned. Tugging his jacket off, he headed upstairs, calling again. “Baby? Where the hell are yo—,”

His words died the second he heard a sob from their bedroom. His heart dropped. He stormed inside—and there she was, curled on the ground, face buried in her palms as she cried.

His eyes widened. He rushed to her side and gently cradled her face, swiping the tears from her cheeks. “Baby... what happened? Why are you crying?”

She shook her head, still sobbing. Her hand touched his shoulder—wordless, needing. He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her waist, whispering against her neck, “You’re okay now, baby. I’m here.”

For a while, he just held her, no words spoken. Just breathing, just silence.

Then, finally, she lifted her tear-streaked face from his shoulder, eyes red. “Am I just... a pit stop, Rafey?” she whispered, voice broken.

“What?” he breathed, tightening his hold on her. He shook his head hard, cupping her face. “Of course not, baby. Why the hell would you say that, huh?” His voice was rough, but there was a gentleness in his eyes.

“Talk to me. I’m not a damn mind reader, and I sure as hell ain’t a god who knows what’s in your heart. So please, baby... tell me. Everything.” There was a sternness in his tone, but also a quiet desperation—because her tears were killing him.

He wanted to rip apart whoever had done this to her.

But there was no villain here. Only her pain.

So instead, he kissed her softly, rubbing slow circles on her back. No words. Just comfort.

“Talk to me, darling. I’m all damn ears.”

She nodded weakly, then leaned into him, her cheek resting on his chest. His arms tightened instinctively.

Then she whispered, barely audible, “I... I feel like my period only comes when I expect a baby. So I... I feel like I’m just a pit stop for it. A disappointment.”

He stilled.

Pulling back slightly, he stared at her. “Are you serious?” he asked softly. She nodded, lips trembling. “Yes... I wanted a baby, Rafe.”

He sighed—loudly this time. “Honey, we’ve only been married two months. I just got back from deployment. I didn’t even have time to look at your face properly, who knows you have mole or whatever. How the hell am I gonna make you a mama, huh?”

She pouted, whining as she hit his chest gently. “But our neighbors wife is already pregnant! She’s like... a month in.”

“Because her husband had time to do God-knows-what to her, baby. And, I didn’t.” He cupped her cheek again, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’ve been waiting. Waiting for the right time to make love to you so good you can’t even remember what day we have been doing it.”

Then he leaned forward, kissing her slow, deliberate. “Don’t do this to me, baby. I just got home. I missed you. All I wanted was a kiss and a hug when I walked through the damn door.”

Her pout deepened, eyes glossy again. “But I’m just sad I’m not pregnant yet!”

He chuckled, finally. Shaking his head, he scooped her up bridal-style. She yelped, arms flying around his neck, giggling now as she kissed his cheek.

“Are we gonna make a baby now, baby?” she murmured against his skin.

“Yes, we are.”

this is so cringe my lord. it's originally for simon but I already done it before and three stories already... but yeah..

I'm sorry it's really cringe (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠).

thinking about making this as series 3<

[wroteclassicaly]

18+

A/N: After hours filth. Your boyfriend catching you getting off.

~*~

You should’ve known that your idea would’ve gotten you into this predicament. Caught red handed, legs wide open and knees cool from tile flooring, thighs aching with twisted blood rush. The silicone is pressed deep inside, your hands still resting on your nipples - just how he found you. It’s not hard to decipher what’s going on when he blinks the sleep from his eyes, caramel tresses in disarray, chain nestled in his overgrown chest hair, bare feet, and a pair of his black briefs, ones not concealing a damn thing, especially now.

“What’s this?” He questions, that honey heating up, rasp still clinging to his tongue.

You know he’d never shame you or control your pleasure, despite you being a couple. It’s a playful curiosity, yet one that borders on jealousy. Steve Harrington, with twitch of his jaw that makes that mole dance, those lips look more pronounced as he licks across them, tongue lolling out so far that it reaches his stubble bitten skin — is jealous of your dildo.

“My toy.” Is your soft response.

He shifts in the doorway, his length growing beneath the fabric, pressing uncomfortably. Bare feet pad on the floors until he’s kneeling in front of you, tilting his head to see you spread around it. And god, when he looks at you, nostrils inhaling, pupils blown so wide that remaining sleep curls away like wafting smoke, a thin amber ring surrounding an enriching black ink. You find yourself holding your breath as he leans in, nose nudging yours, breath hot on your mouth. His hand raises to cradle your cheek, thumb pad brushing ever-so-lightly.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” He plants a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“I…” you accidentally move on the toy and let out a gasp into him.

He pretends to mock, mouth finding that space behind your ear that makes your hands drop from your chest and reach for his shoulders, digging in.

“You, what? Hmm, honey?”

“You’ve been working, so I just didn’t want to take your sleep away from you, baby. That’s all.” It’s the truth, one that has Steve softening, his gaze filtering back to your own.

“You could’ve used your smaller toys, or your vibrator. I wouldn’t have mind if you stayed in bed with me while you played with yourself, sweetheart.”

Your legs tighten around the length, a whine escaping your throat. An uncomfortable echo. You have to move. You know what will ultimately satisfy you. He knows it too.

“Or is it that you just had to have something inside of you?”

“Steve…” you dig your nails into his shoulder blades and he takes the opportunity to move his hands, letting them slink around your lower back, before locking in tightly, pulling you up against his chest, your naked breasts dragging through the soft curls, his necklace draped across your collarbones.

Both of you so warm, panting, rocking into one another.

“Judging by the size, someone missed my cock, didn’t she?”

“I told you I didn’t want to wake you, please —“

“Shh, honey.” He presses a finger to your lips, his massive palm digging into your lower back, the other on your waist, and he’s lifting you a few inches off the toy, pushing you back down seconds later, his mouth piece finding your earlobe, letting you in on a secret. “Your pussy woke me up. So fucking wet that I could hear you in here.”

Your jaw drops open. “You know I wanted you, I just couldn’t wait.”

A nod that shakes strands across his forehead. He’s perfect as he rises above you, cheeks tinted pink, offering his hands to you, easing you off the cock as you stand fully.

“Jesus Christ, honey. Look between your legs, won’t even have to prep you.”

Embarrassingly, you do look down and catch a strand of creamy arousal drip from your cunt. But Steve loves it, hands shoving into the elastic of his boxers. You’re practically drooling, taste buds ready, saliva pooling across your tongue, settling in the corners of your mouth.

“How do you want me?” You’re immediately blurting.

Steve smirks that signature, shit eating from, strutting the two steps forward, pushing his hand across your cheek, some fingers splayed down over your neck. He taps several times, contemplating.

“I wanna see your face when I give you what you want, and I want to be the one that gives it to you until you’re asleep, for the rest of the night. Do you get it, honey? That okay with you? Just let me take care of you.”

You’re letting him direct you into laying back on the bed, legs wide open, chest exerted in excitement as you watch him peel down his boxers, sticky with desire, collecting over the head of his thick shaft. Absolutely beautiful. Red, dusted in beauty marks, that vein, all the way to those full balls surrounded by his bush. He is receptive to how your eyes light up, body shifting, face wrinkling in discomfort, the need to be taken, to have. He holds onto himself, watching you as he spreads that shine all over, working into his fist, his tongue collected at the side of his inner cheek, poking.

Both of you craving a little extra edge, he senses.

“You want this raw, honey? Just me inside of you, nothing else? Risking-every-damned thing.”

You incline your head at a rapid pace. “Make it happen, Steve.”

That’s all he needs to know.

[httpsryu]

b.f.s (best friend's sister) pt. 1

pairing: mo jihye x fem!reader

summary: it was always a thing, noticing your best friend's older sister. ever since you were a young girl.

category: strangers-to-friends-to-lovers au

genre: fluff, slight angst (?)

warnings: JEALOUSY

a/n: thanks for the anon who requested this! i had so much fun writing this :)

'it's only a year in the name of love'; you tell yourself as you cannot help but to look at your best friend's older sister, jihye who walks past you two and into the kitchen to grab a quick snack.

sure, you know jihye would never return your feelings back (hell, she doesn't even know about them) but it never hurts to dream a little bit over the beyond, right?

"earth to y/n~" your best friend, mo maya hits your head with her pen to grab your attention.

HUH??

"was i zoning out again?" you ask with a grin, already knowing you were in fact daydreaming about mo jihye.

maya nods with her signature upside down smile. "if you keep zoning out, we'll never get done with this science homework."

why is sophomore year so hard? especially, with the dreadful chemistry homework the teacher is constantly assigning.

"you two alright over there?" jihye comes out from the kitchen, her hand holding a bowl full of strawberries. "do you need help?"

maya groans, shaking her head as she grips on the pen. "i want to try to do this myself."

"suit yourself." jihye shrugs, turning to you. "y/n, do you need any help?"

locking eyes with THE mo jihye has got to be one of the best dreams come true, yet alone, this moment of her talking to you is also another dream come true. you cannot help but to nod at the older, scooting over to make room for the other to sit besides you.

jihye lets out a small smile, placing her bowl on the table next to your books before sitting down on the floor.

"hmm, let's see." she leans just a bit closer to you, however, you could smell the florals and a slight sandalwood scent exhibiting from her. "ahh, i remember how to do this."

jihye opens her hand out, waiting for you to drop your pen in.

"huh?" you let out, about to put your own hand in.

the other girl can't help but to laugh at your cuteness. "silly, i meant your pen."

'fuck my life' you curse to yourself mentally, handing the pen to her while feeling heat rush upon your face.

jihye smiles at you, giggling a little bit at how adorable you looked.

'cute.' she can't help but to think to herself, looking at you with adoration. (like a little sister, of course)

maya groans again, constantly erasing the blank line which at this point, is no longer existing. "i need a small snack break, do you want anything, y/n?"

you look up at your best friend, shaking your head at her. "thank you though."

"anytime darling." maya sticks her tongue out, running off into their kitchen.

jihye scoots her bowl of strawberries to you. "your favorite strawberries! here, have some."

"oh. i'm okay, thank you unnie." you smile at the girl besides you.

the older nods, trying to ignore the slight sadness of you rejecting her strawberries by looking back down at the question. "okay, for this one, all you have to do is balance the redox reaction by..."

you blank out, zoning out as you look at the older girl's delicate yet strong features. from her dark yet stunning eyes, her precious moles, her delicate but very standing cheekbones and how her lips always had the pretty shine to them.

it's no fair for the entire universe because mo jihye simply exists.

"do you understand it now?"

HUH? OH-

you take a few seconds to process the fact that you just zoned out again. daydreaming about jihye in front of her! how embarrassing is that?

"ohh, i see!" you lie, hoping she would not question you about it further.

putting the pen down, jihye proudly grins. "great! if you need extra help on anything else, let me know. you already know where my room is so just knock and i'll be here."

"thanks unnie." you shyly say, looking down at your homework.

jihye can't pinpoint how you feel about her. do you not like her? she's always have tried becoming closer to you, ever since she met you while she was 8 and you were 7. now, you guys are 18 and 17.

surely, she would think that you two would've been closer by now, however, you seem to be a bit distance and precautious around her.

"oh. of-of course." jihye manages to say without sounding a bit too upset. "i'll see you around, y/n."

you watch as the love of your life descended up the stairs, letting out a dreamy sigh afterwards. "jihye unnie is so pretty."

however, each moment cannot go unwasted without another one of maya's groan.

"why is there never any ice cream left?" maya exclaims, shutting the freezer with a slam before coming out the kitchen with oreos and pretzels.

you wait, in the usual place where you'll see jihye past by ONCE daily throughout the whole school.

"can we just go now?" kyujin whines, begging to leave for lunch already.

you turn to her with a glare, prompting her to sigh and sit down on the stairs.

"let y/n get her daily one glimpse of jihye." eunchae defends you, scanning the halls for any sign of maya.

maya doesn't know, she never noticed at all. even when you two were children. and she never will know. liking mo jihye is a secret from maya because you know maya won't tolerate it.

but then again; love makes you crazy, right?

at least that's what eunchae argues.

"in 5,4,3,2,1..i see her!" you exclaim, watching from the end of the hallway of jihye walking out with some friends.

kyujin and eunchae looks at how smitten you are, giggling at the way your eyes fall in love with jihye.

"she looks amazing." you barely manage to let out, noticing the way her hair is tied up into a high ponytail, the uniform she wore today compliments her complexion, and the light gloss on her lips always sealed the day for you.

eunchae reaches to tap on your shoulder, exclaiming. "maya's coming over here."

you really don't want to keep this a secret from maya, but having a liking towards her older sister is something you know maya will never let go of.

"act normal, act normal." kyujin clears her throat, taking out her portable mirror to fix her bangs.

your best friend spots you from across the hall, waving at you as her eyes lit up with love.

"you guys know you don't have to wait for me every day, right?"

you shrug, grabbing her arm to hook with yours. "why wouldn't we?"

okay; maybe you were here to see jihye but waiting for maya is also a plus. killing two birds with one stone, right?

"okay, i am starving!" kyujin whines even more, stomping her feet.

jihye comes back from school, expecting to see both you and maya sprawled out in the living room as usual. however, upon opening the door, jihye is met with just her sister.

"oh? no y/n?" jihye asks, taking off her shoes.

the younger sister makes a weird incoherent noise (no surprise there). "a girl asked her out today."

stopping in her tracks of untying her laces, jihye looks up. "a girl?"

maya raises one of her brows up, brushing off the weird reaction from her sister. "yeahh..? she's new, i'm sure it's for help around the library since she works there with y/n now."

"oh. cool."

"yep! anyways, wanna hang out and go for some ice cream?" the younger turns off the t.v, hoping her sister would want to spend time with her today.

jihye contemplates, for a second, she wanted to say no and lock herself in her room to figure out who this new girl is but she ultimately nods. "just let me change out of the uniform and we can head out."

"awesome!" maya smiles excitedly, jumping off from where she was sitting earlier and rushing over to put her shoes on. "we can go to the new shop y/n keeps raving about."

y/n.

jihye does not understand why but her heart has a weird ting at the sound of your name. she wishes you were here to go out and enjoy ice cream with them. she wants you to acknowledge her, to get rid of that awkward weird air around you two.

but, she can't figure out how.

"you're paying, right sis?" the small glint in maya's eyes leads jihye to exclaim a loud laugh.

jihye pats the younger's head. "yes, my treat."

"awesome, i did NOT have any money to my name."

"why did miss. lee gave us so many boxes to sort through?" you grumble to haerin, stretching out your arms after sitting down for a long period of time. "she normally gives us two boxes MAX."

haerin makes a noise in agreement, however her eyes are focusing on you and only you. she loves when you wear that pink bow in your hair, it looks really pretty on you.

"how are you adjusting to school?" you curiously ask, getting up from the chair as you start to tidy up the back room of the library.

the raven-haired girl sighs, folding the boxes flat so it would be easy to recycle. "it's nice, it's just hard making friends."

"that's because you're a shy, quiet, pretty girl." you respond, returning to the middle table to pick up the new books to stack at the back. "i had to introduce myself to you first."

haerin feels her heartbeat racing again, very loudly too. "you think i'm pretty?"

"uh huh! you're cute too! maybe that's why people are intimated to come up to you, i get it though." you giggle, looking back at your friend. "you know, my friends have been telling me about how they've been wanting to become closer to you."

"i don't know about that..y/n.." haerin comes over to you, handing you another stack of new books. "it's just crowded, you know?"

haerin is a really introverted girl, you understand her.

"the vibes is getting depressing in here, haha." haerin giggles, looking at the time on her phone. "we finished pretty early, do you wanna go grab some ice cream? my treat."

at the sound of ice cream, you could've sworn you heard birds chirping a beautiful tune. "um yes!! there's this new shop that my brother and i go to often!"

"well, looks like we're going there." haerin smiles softly at the way you look excited, she can't help but to continue staring.

you laugh, scanning the room as fast as you could before grabbing your backpack. "everything looks good here! front desk looks good too."

"guess the ice cream is calling us." the raven-haired female slings her backpack around, waiting for you to link your arm with hers. "let's go."

jihye blinks. once. twice. and once more.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE WITH A GIRL?

"oo, looks like haerin is finally making her moves." maya giggles behind her hand, looking afar from the entrance of the ice cream shop. "aww, wait, they're kinda cute."

haerin. cute? moves?

jihye doesn't like the sound of this at all.

how old is this haerin girl anyways? is she senior or some college freshie? why is she even allowed to make moves on you?

why has maya not said anything about this haerin girl to her until now? you're like a younger sister to jihye too!

"so..this haerin girl in your grade or something?" jihye asks, pulling out her wallet as she scans the ice cream options.

cookies and cream. you love cookies and cream.

"yeah, she's really quiet." maya replies, her eyes onto both haerin and you. "but, y/n tells us that haerin actually talks and laughs a lot."

you do have that effect on people. jihye just wishes you were more like that with her. is it because she's maya's OLDER sister? jihye doesn't think the one-year age difference isn't the cause of it but could it?

"can i have on scoop of cookies and cream and one scoop of dark chocolate?" jihye gets her card out of her wallet, trying to not think too much of you.

maya giggles, seeing the way haerin's eyes are melting with adoration for you. "look at her! she's basically in love!"

"woah! you guys are too young for love." jihye says with a slight weirdness in her tone, handing the card to the cashier. "besides, you should be focusing on trying to pass chemistry."

maya groans in response. "UGHH, you're only a year older than us."

"besides, i don't think y/n's the type to like someone at the moment." jihye is telling herself a lie, she doesn't even know if you are or aren't interested in all that romance stuff so why does she get to say that about you?

the younger nods, agreeing with her sister. "true. but, haerin can change that hehe."

"oh please." jihye rolls her eyes, handing the scoop of dark chocolate to maya before returning to the worker. "thank you!"

maya scans where to sit, contemplating on scoping in on the date or giving you two privacy since she knows how haerin is as a person.

"let's leave those two alone." maya is about to walk off into a different direction before jihye grabs her wrist.

"wait, let's sit kind of far from them but enough to check out what's going on over there." the brunette haired squints her eyes at how haerin is offering a spoonful of her ice cream to you.

maya raises one of her brows up, AGAIN! why is her sister acting so weird right now?

"i think we should just sit somewhere us..." maya trails off, not wanting to make her sister upset.

the older one ignores the younger, already making her way to a seat that's close enough yet far to spy on both you and haerin. (jihye is just being an overprotective older sister, right? RIGHT?)

upon sitting down, jihye watches as you accepted the spoonful of ice cream from haerin.

"NO!" jihye screams, afraid of you perhaps getting sick from the shared germs.

maya sighs, facepalming herself as she tries to hide her face from you.

you hear a specific voice; well known voice to you, perhaps, your favorite voice. "unnie?"

ehehehe; not me stopping on a cliffhanger :P

next part

march 23rd, 2024; publishing date

[504py]

In Ink, Unsaid - Knight!Leon Kennedy/Reader

Your knight is appointed to tutor you, and he falls asleep during your lesson. It leads to a cute interaction involving his hair.

hell yeah finally got this out!! this one's a lot longer than the first part, i pray it ain't too wordy LOL. once again art by me and hope y'all enjoy!!

Historical inaccuracies, I suck at old-timey speak, reader referred to as "my lady" but no other gendered terms or descriptors besides that, no use of Y/N, mutual pining, almost a Leon character study. It's a little more romantic this time.

1, 2, 3

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

You don't think you've ever seen Leon make a mistake. It unsettles you a little, how much composure and perfection he seems to uphold. You tend to watch him a lot because of it, growing a strange compulsion to always have your eyes on him.

Whenever you see him through a window while passing by, the sight of him slows you down a bit before you continue on your way. Whenever he walks past the room you're in, your eyes dart to his figure on impulse, trying to take in as much information as you can before he's out of your sight. Leon walks too fast, you find yourself thinking a lot.

Paradoxically, when you're close enough to actually see his face, you find yourself unable to look at him. You try to, but he's already staring at you, and he never looks away first, so you do. Whenever you look at him, his eyebrows raise slightly, like he thinks you want something from him when you do. The pressure from it is surprisingly crushing, so you simply cannot imagine holding eye contact with Leon for more than two seconds.

This strange fascination of yours with your new knight has materialized itself in the form of behaviors that might align themselves with a stalker's. You've drunken in all the little details about him. You recognize the sound of his footsteps, the dent in his left vambrace, since he tends to guard his body with that arm, and the moles on his knuckles. Since you can't look at his face when he's actually near you, you've taken to staring at his hands or his feet. He rarely ever shifts his weight between each leg, even if he's been standing for a long time. It makes you more conscious of how you carry yourself... Speaking of posture, he tends to tilt his head to the right slightly when he rests.

Rest and any of its synonyms are words you'd rarely use to describe anything related to Leon. The most you'd seen him do something as relaxed as resting, was that night he sat by your bed till the thunderstorm passed.

So how do you know his habits when he rests? Shockingly, he's doing it right now, in front of you, during your first tutoring session together.

His eyes were rather bloodshot and dull when he entered the library, a feigned intensity in them like he was trying to convince himself he wasn't tired. He knows you notice, but you don't ask about it, and he seems to be glad you did.

"...This arrangement is rather unorthodox, is it not?" You ask as he sits down across from you.

Leon puffs out a little breath, not enough to be a sigh, but noticeable enough. You are unsure if it is out of annoyance.

"I suppose so, my lady, but your mother was the one who appointed me to tutor you today."

You frown a little. It's not like you disliked Leon at all, but you tend to find him a little too... tense to be around. He seems so structured and confident and it makes you afraid to make mistakes around him... Besides that, he's got a really intense stare that doesn't fare well with your nervous composition.

"...Do you dislike having me as your tutor, my lady?" He queries, the faintest hint of doubt and dejection in his voice.

"I–" You try to start, but he cuts you off, "It's not meant to be taken in any personal manner, my lady, but..." He takes in a sharp inhale, realizing he interrupted you and maybe stepped over a line. Leon pauses and watches you carefully, waiting to see if your expression will contort or if you'll start to reprimand him.

...You just avert your eyes, so he continues.

"Perhaps you'd fare better with someone you were more comfortable with... my lady."

You bite the inside of your cheek. "I'm rather alright, Sir Leon. I apologize for complaining."

"Forgive me for pushing, my lady, but you always feel rather tense around me. Is that for any particular reason? Perhaps I could help."

"I, uh..." Your gaze falls to your lap, "I'm just not sure why mother chose you. Your schedule is rather full as it is, is it not, Sir Leon?"

"Well, I can promise you I'm very well-educated, my lady." He says, but as he observes, it doesn't do much to soothe your nerves.

"...Spending more time with you is always a pleasure to me, my lady. I promise that to you too."

That wrinkle between your eyebrows soften, and your shoulders drop.

Leon does surprisingly well as a tutor. You suppose it's because of his rugged impression that you thought the opposite, but even the way he speaks is well-constructed and seems to have been planned in advance.

If your mother had never appointed Leon as your tutor today, you'd never have really noticed how calming his voice can be. Whenever he's spoken, it always sounded like a command, even if he's trying his best to be respectful. His voice usually comes off too strong, too deep in his chest, too loud sometimes, too much authority. Usually you tend to shrink in your skin a little whenever he speaks, but now, he sounds so relaxed that you feel like he could lull you to sleep at any moment.

Ah– it seems he's beat you to the chase, though.

It took you a little too long to notice, but Leon has fallen asleep in front of you, cheek resting against his right fist and his left hand still resting on the book's page.

You freeze up, not wanting to do anything that'd wake him up. You understand that a tutor falling asleep in front of a student would be highly inappropriate, but you still felt that it would be rude to wake him. Is he a light sleeper? You wonder how exhausted he must be to fall asleep in such an uncomfortable situation, and it makes your heart ache.

He's breathing lightly, you wait a bit, see if he'll wake up on his own. Maybe it's just your own excuse to watch him while you can.

His eyelashes are a lot longer than you thought, and you don't think you've ever seen him without that crease between his brows, and an almost-scowl on his lips. Leon's hair was of a color and style that confused you. Some days it felt brown, sometimes it was blond, or something in between. You've convinced yourself it depended on his mood or the weather. As for the length... the fringe always seemed to obscure his eyes slightly, so you've always wondered why he didn't just cut it. Especially when he wears his helmet, and he makes a bit of a fuss when his bangs get pinned underneath his visor.

Unconsciously, you've been reaching forward to brush away the strand of hair hanging in front of his nose, hoping to get a better look of his face.

Leon's eyes flutter open, his pupils adjusting to the light before they dilate as they settle on you. Your arm flinches back to your side.

He mumbles your name, intimately, no honorifics or titles, and your face warms.

"I– Leon– Sir Leon, hello," You breathe out shakily, "You fell asleep."

The message takes a few seconds to reach his just-woken-up brain, before his eyes widen and he immediately sits up properly.

Words come spilling out of his mouth, this is the first time you've seen him stutter. "I'm so sorry– I'm incredibly sorry, my lady, I apologize for my inappropriate behavior, I don't know why I dared to do such a thing, and why I keep making mistakes today–"

"Leon."

He bites on his tongue and his eyes are slightly wide as he stares at you.

"...It's alright, I promise."

The tips of his ears are a bright red, and that same flush seems to be creeping up from under his shirt collar to his neck. He takes in a few deep breaths, and he looks unsure. This is the second time you've seen him wear this look now. He takes in a deep breath.

"I... I apologize, my lady." He bows his head towards you. The roots of his hair were a deeper brown compared to the rest of his locks. You wonder if he's not even a real blond. Perhaps hours of staying under the sun lightened his hair.

You space out staring at him, and Leon straightens his neck. He can't recall maintaining eye contact with you for this long, and it makes his abdomen feel warm, even if he knows you're not really all there.

"My lady?"

You finally blink, and at the realization your blank-eyed gaze settled on him, your eyes widen and you immediately look elsewhere. You decide to rest your sight on his hands.

"Is there something wrong with my hair?" His fingers twitch, slightly restless.

"I... What makes you say that, Sir Leon?"

"You've been eyeing the top of my head for a while. I felt your hand near my face while I was waking up, as well, my lady."

Your heart skips a beat, and the way your blink catches for a second and the way you seem to choke on your spit isn't missed by the knight-now-tutor across from you.

"I-It's quite alright, my lady." He rushes out, his heart dropping at that look on your face. He's not even sure what's "alright", but he just wanted to offer you any bit of comfort so things don't escalate, in the fear he was too forward with confronting you.

He remembers the musings of his fellow knights about his hair, about how could he see with all that bother, how it could get in the way during combat, or how it just looked a little funny. Truth be told, his hair was the result of continuously forgetting to go get a haircut because he fixated so much on work, but now he keeps it out of spite. Leon insists he can do perfectly fine to anyone who says otherwise, but if it's you...

Leon breathes in slightly, and his hands move away from your line of vision. You follow them, and he's pushing his fringe back as much as he can. He's trying to tuck it behind his ears, and it almost makes you laugh, how gentle the gesture is, then you realize how beautiful he actually looks. Your cheeks warm, and you cannot look away.

"Is this better, my lady?" He asks, strangely demure in his demeanor.

You chuckle, and his heart soars at the noise, "You missed a spot." you comment, before your hand raises for a second, nearing his face.

"Ah– May I?"

"Of course, my lady." The devotion leaking from his voice is punctuated by the mole on his adam's apple bobbing as he swallows.

Your fingers are slightly shaky as they clear the few strands of hair he couldn't pin back. The pads of your fingers graze his forehead, and he takes in a sharp breath. Physical contact between you two was relegated to holding onto his hand when he assisted you, and nothing more, so he wasn't a stranger to it. So he can't really understand why such a tiny act has such an effect on him.

You sit back, properly look at him, and smile. He feels slightly shy under your scrutiny, but he hopes you find him good-looking at the very least. He does have the face to pull off shorter hair, but something about it felt like you were seeing him naked. He felt under-decorated without his fussy hair.

"Mm... I think you look best just as you are."

Leon breathes out a little laugh accompanied by the toothiest smile you've seen on him thus far, which really isn't much, but it comes off just as endearing. The bags under his eyes seem to disappear as his eyes turn into happy crescents. Adoration is dancing around in his pale blue irises, and in the reflection of his dilated pupils, it's only you.

"Thank you, my lady... It makes me happy to hear that."

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[lamnwar]

OKAY, I've had this vision for a long time and SINCE REQUESTS ARE OPEN ONCE AGAIN, I feel like you're the perfect person to portray this! So, what would be Kise's reaction if his SO had a matching earring with him? Meaning that she didn't have any before and she had it done just to match with his. You can do scenario, headcanons, whichever you prefer!

you know how silly that ear piercing on kise makes me feel so god bless you for that request love 💕

We're matching! // Kise Ryota x fem! Reader

Context: in which you want to match your pretty boyfriend.

Warning: a tiny bit suggestive but otherwise, nothing to say, just fluff and a lot of cute stuff, Ryōta glazing max but I mean... look at him 😩

There is plenty to love with your boyfriend Ryōta, that is something anyone who knows him would agree on. More than a pretty face, he has this radiant energy that asks for everyone around him to look his way, admiration-filled eyes, as they wonder if he’s even real.

And even after knowing him for so long, you are no exception to this constant wonder at his person. There is just something about Ryōta, and the more you got to spend time with him, the more you’ve seen of him, the more you find something to love. Whether it’s the way his blond hair shine in the sun, or the moles on his back, even the shape of his nails – every part of him, under all kinds of lights, is something to fall in love with.

But what you may like the most is the earring he’s been wearing for god knows how long.

“My agent thought it might make me look cooler, so I thought, why not?” he confessed once when you asked about the silver jewel.

“I rather think that it’s sexy.” You replied.

And he laughed, a bit flustered by your direct words, but he couldn’t help to feel shy when you complimented him. Although these are words he would hear all the time, which made him fairly numb to them, they held a different weight coming from your mouth. It’s like an arrow of truth that would strike right in his ego, and no words could hold more meaning than the ones you aim at him.

It happens often, that your finger grazes the earring when you play with his hair. It never fails to make him shiver – the softness of your touch was arguably a gift from above. Your caresses, voluntary or not, has Ryōta purring like a feline, a soft puddle in your hand as you fondly look at the man that you love.

And sometimes, it’s the electrifying feeling of your teeth against the piercing, when you tease him with no good intentions. “Pretty, stop… I’ll end up wanting you more” he warns, breath itching at every faint tug at his lobe. From being with him for so long, you’ve quickly learned all the small things that drive him wild. All the sensitive spots for you to push, just enough to put him at your mercy. Nothing is as beautiful as Ryōta, when he looks up at you with love-filled eyes.

So when you happen to see a similar earring in a jewellery shop, it seems absolutely evident that you should buy it. There is no second thought in your mind, when you give your card to the salesperson; you don’t even wait to get home to put it on. The silver jewel hooks in your ear, a content smile on your face as you watch your reflection in the mirror. Of course, you’re certain that it doesn’t make you half as hot as your boyfriend – after all, if there is someone that can make anything look attractive, it’s for sure him. But it is still pretty, the way it shines against the skin of your ear, and when it peaks through your hair. You can’t help the smile that settles on your lips at the idea of showing him your new jewel, hoping to see the warmth in his eyes – that sparkle that belongs to you and no one else.

“Admiring your own beauty, love?” you hear in your back.

You jump, eyes meeting your boyfriend’s in the mirror. You chuckle, turning slightly to reply:

“What if I am? You’re rubbing off on me.”

“What does that even mean?”

You laugh softly, to which he snickers, before wrapping his arms around your stomach, pulling back to meet his torso.

“I thought you liked me for my self-centrism” he muses in your ear, before letting out a curious hum.

Right there, next to his lips, he notices something new. You observe him in the reflection of the mirror, amused by the look on his face. His expression is almost childish, a mixture of excitement and curiosity painted on his face as he looks at the earring.

“That’s new” he cocks an eyebrow, fingers going up to graze the piece of metal.

A shiver runs down your spine at the contact. Funny, you haven’t accounted for the fact this might be one of the most sensitive parts of your body. And here you are, drawing Ryōta’s attention to your lobe – his touch, a mere graze, but electrifying enough to make you melt a bit against him.

“It’s the same as yours.”

“Yeah, I can tell.” You notice his smile, feeling your heartbeat stutter at the sight. “Pretty.”

“I wanted to match… I know, it’s cheesy.”

He laughs softly, leaving a kiss on your ear. You sigh, an involuntary response to the contact, but he doesn’t let go of you in the slightest. No, on the contrary, he seizes the occasion to run his kisses to the side of your neck, mapping your skin with his love before going back to your ear. Your hand joins his across your stomach, looking for something to hold as you feel yourself falling for him even more.

“Fuck cheesiness, I love it. Pulling it off better than me, even” he smiles against your skin. “You better wear it all the time.”

“But what about my –“

“Your other earrings are cute, but this is better. I need everyone to see it and think, “damn, aren’t they the best couple? Two hot people, and they even match!” Do you get the vision, sweets?”

You can’t help but laugh at his comment, entertained by the ridiculous logic of his.

“Ryō?”

“Hm?”

“You’re a dumbass, you know that?” He doesn’t have a minute to reply that you plant a kiss on his lips, shutting all his protest. “Thank god you’re hot, at least.”

[starshideurfics]

Thirsty Thursday - Shut up and dance with me

steddie, omegaverse, a little bit of fun during my angst-fest to celebrate some follower milestones 🥰

Steve keeps saying he feels goofy wearing a suit, even if he’s happy to do it for Robin. It’s non-traditional, sticking an omega in black-tie. But neither is an alpha like Buckley having an omega as her best man. Her mating ceremony is beautiful, Chrissy absolutely sparkles, and Steve cries through half of it because he’s so happy for his best friend.

Eddie might cry a little, too.

He’s seated in the front row, with Robin’s family, since he and Steve are ‘capital S’ Serious, and Steve has practically been adopted by Robin’s parents. Melissa catches him crying and smiles; she’s certain to ask when he and Steve are going to tie the knot themselves.

He’s nowhere near ready to answer that one. Especially without Steve to help. Eddie hasn’t wanted to rush things, even being friends so long beforehand. Knows that he loves Steve more than anything. But they’ve barely been dating a year…

After the ceremony, Steve catches his eye from the reception line. “You good?” Eddie mouths, quirking a questioning brow.

Steve makes a dumb face—pretends to cry—gives him a thumbs up, and it’s like everything rearranges, his whole world shifting a couple inches to the left.

He knows.

All his worries about it being too fast float away like so much dust on the wind. He’d be happy enough watching Steve from across the room for the rest of his life, to giggle and mime at one another.

But after the reception, he gets to take Steve home.

Not being in the wedding party, he should honestly head over to the venue soon—after going through the receiving line. He kisses Chrissy’s cheek, tells her she looks stunning, high fives Robin for locking down her perfect omega, and whispers, “I’ll be waiting for you with a cocktail,” in Steve’s ear.

He manages to cop a feel, squeezing Steve’s ass before pulling back, earning him a tiny whine as they part.

Forcing himself to keep walking, Eddie hates leaving his m—

Hates leaving Steve. He wants to run back and scoop him into his arms. To keep him close.

Instead, he gets in Steve’s car and drives to the reception, grabs a scotch from the open bar, and distracts himself from missing Steve by chatting with Jonathan who is just as in need of the company since Argyle and Nancy are also in the wedding party.

Eddie’s on his second scotch when he hears whispers that the limo has arrived, and he goes to order a Manhattan for Steve with extra cherries. He’s barely got the coupe glass in hand before the DJ is announcing the new Mr. and Mrs. Buckley.

They’ve changed into their reception outfits: Chrissy’s dress short and frothy, Robin in metallic pants and a shirt unbuttoned halfway down her sternum, both of them already dancing as they make their grand entrance.

The whole room hoots and hollers as they burst into cheers.

The rest of the party has changed too. Nancy’s in a slinky dress, the depth of the black of it the only thing hiding the outline of her dick. Argyle is in shorts that make him seem ridiculously tall, and Heather is in a romper covered in rhinestones.

Then there’s Steve.

He’s dressed to match Robin in silver-sequined pants, trading the button-down for a loose tank top that shows off too much of his golden skin, freckles and moles like so many stars in the sky.

Eddie’s mouth waters as he makes his way over to him, drink in hand.

“Damn, sweetheart!” he says, eyes locked on Steve’s tits, needing to hold him by the sides and slip his thumbs in to tease his nipples.

Steve grips hush chin, tilts his gaze up until their eyes meet. “Thanks, babe.” He smiles into their kiss, uses his teeth a little.

Eddie offers him the drink, and Steve happily accepts, plucking out a cherry and popping it into his mouth. Another kiss, this one cherry-sweet, and Steve downs his drink, holding his extra cherry between his teeth for a long moment, grinning as he bites it in half.

“Why is it so hot when you do that?” Eddie rasps, his dress pants suddenly a little too tight.

Steve smiles, pulls half the cherry from between his lips, and presses it to Eddie’s mouth. “Shut up and dance with me, Munson,” he says, laughing, barely containing his delight.

He drags Eddie onto the dance floor, the alpha going willingly, hands easily finding their way onto Steve’s hips. Falling to the beat, into moving with one another is easy. So easy, Eddie nearly forgets his revelation from earlier.

And he’s distracted again by Steve’s chest.

“You okay there, Munson?” he teases, using a single finger to direct Eddie’s gaze back up to face him. “Keep your eyes on me.”

A purr rumbles through Eddie’s chest as he leans in close. “Why d’ya still call me Munson all the time, Stevie?” he murmurs, then kisses Steve’s ear.

“Like the way it sounds. I like everything about you, Eddie.” The words are soft and vulnerable, barely audible over the pulse of the music.

It makes Eddie brave enough to be vulnerable, too.

“How do you like the sound of Mrs. Munson? Or Ms.” He smiles. “Whichev-”

Steve cuts him off with a kiss.

“I like the sound of that a lot.”

[heylorrain]

Serpents at the Library

🔞❤️‍🔥 NSFW // MDNI 🔞❤️‍🔥

⚠️ Ominis x F! reader⚠️ Spicy content ahead.

“So, my dear, you think you've been good? Tell me just how much you believe you deserve what I can give you.” Ominis purred.

The Library's second floor was mostly deserted, save for a lone figure sitting in the farthest cubicle. Ominis was patiently waiting for your arrival. You had agreed to meet after your last afternoon class, but you were already running late. Suddenly, Ominis perked up at the sound of your footsteps drawing closer.

"Hello Ominis, I'm sorry I was late, Professor Binns couldn't stop talking and the lesson just kept going and… I’m sorry" you sat down next to him.

He continued to read his book with his flickering wand, trying to ignore your existence as much as possible, but couldn't help but notice how close to him you’d sat down, almost touching his arm with yours.

You quickly noticed his annoyance. Trying to easen the things between you two, you pulled out of your bag a bag of Berttie Botts and placed it next to him "You can have as many as you want" .

"Thank you, but I don't want any." Ominis turned the book page with his wand. He didn't want to engage in conversation. 

"What have I done to you? Being late for something that was not my fault gives you no right to be rude to me, and you’ve been weird around me lately…why?" You finally spat at him.

The corner of Ominis's mouth twitched upward again. His head tilted to the side and his unseeing eyes glimmered with frustration, drawing you in closer. As he leaned towards you, his hand took hold of yours, sending shivers down your spine rather than offering comfort as intended.

Finally, his voice broke the silence, low and dangerous as he spoke. His words hung in the air like a warning. "I am not being rude, Y/N."

In response, you reached for a bright blue Berttie Bott bean and slowly brought it up to Ominis' lips. He took it obediently, chewing on it quietly. 

"Then tell me, why are you so angry? It's not because I was late... is it?"

After a moment of hesitation, Ominis nervously cleared his throat and shifted on his seat. The signs of a blush spread across his face, coloring his ears and cheeks a deep shade of red. He lowered his voice to a harsh whisper, every word dripping with anger and frustration.

"I'm angry... frustrated by the fact that I overheard Sebastian wanting to take you on a date," he admitted, his eyes flashing with jealousy. "He was finally going to declare his love for you." Turning away, he ran a hand through his hair in frustration before continuing.

"We've known each other since we were kids. We've grown up together, and you've always been so kind to me," Ominis confessed, the words tumbling out in a rush. "But the truth is, I care about you…" He paused to catch his breath "I wish I didn't have these feelings for you, I wish I had someone else to love. But I-" Suddenly realizing what he had just revealed, Ominis' eyes widened in shock.

Your jaw dropped as you processed his accidental confession.

As soon as the words had escaped his lips, he regretted them. But it was too late to take them back now. "Ever since our childhood days, my feelings for you have grown deeper," he confessed. "I've always imagined kissing you, holding you in my arms and feeling your warmth against mine. I've yearned for more than just friendship with you, but I couldn't act on those desires because of our close bond with Sebastian.”

An electric surge of adrenaline coursed through your body, igniting a desire to kiss Ominis. But you quickly squashed the impulse, reminding yourself that he is holding back and you are a proper lady who must maintain control… Right?

You knew that Ominis was waiting for a sign from you, a green light to act on his own desires. You inched closer to him, until your lips were mere inches apart. As you gazed at the constellation of moles on his cheek, your thoughts raced with the overwhelming urge to press your lips against each one.

Like a magnet to a metal, you rapidly and boldly grabbed Ominis' face in your hands and pulled him towards you. He didn’t resist, he surrendered willingly, eagerly meeting your lips as you both gave into the intense craving that had consumed you both. 

The taste of your sweetness burned his tongue . He didn't hesitate any longer, and wrapped his hands around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He kissed you deeply, passionately, and with a hunger that had been building inside him for years. 

As your tongues intertwined, he felt the heat between you grow stronger. The kiss was intense, and filled with desire and longing. When he broke away from it, he put your bags and other textbooks on the side of the cubicle, blocking the view from possible and unwanted prying eyes. 

A grin spread across his lips as he leaned in to kiss you. The kisses grew more intense and demanding, with a roughness that made you almost dizzy. 

He held you tight against him, the heat of his body enveloping yours.

Without breaking the kiss, you rose from your seat and straddled Ominis' lap, your legs embracing him. The chair creaked under the weight of two students entwined with each other. It was scandalous, doing this in the middle of the day, in the quiet library where anyone could walk in at any moment. But the danger only heightened the thrill for both of you.

The primal urge to claim you, to mark your body as his own, overtook Ominis. With a slow movement, he slid his hand down under your gray skirt and firmly cupped your ass. A low growl escaped him as he lifted you slightly and placed you on the wooden cubicle desk table in front of him. 

Your bodies rubbed together, and pressed against each other while he bit down on your lower lip, gently sucking on it as his hips ground against yours. His erection grew harder with each movement, the intensity almost too much for him to handle. 

He leaned in, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your neck as he left a trail of small pink bruises with each kiss. 

Ominis took your right hand, guiding it to the center of his pants where the bulge of his arousal strained against the fabric. His breath was hot against your ear as he whispered for you to feel him, to feel his size and understand the depth of his desire for you. The heat between your bodies intensified as you explored his length, sending sparks of pleasure through both of you.

“You see what you do to me?” Ominis growled, his now dark blue blind eyes smoldering with desire. "I can barely focus on anything else. I've even skipped classes just to relieve myself because of you." 

His hand trailed down your body, finding its way to your nipples which were already stiff and pressing against the fabric of your clothes. A low moan escaped from your lips as he teased and squeezed them between his fingers. Every nerve end tingled with need in your body. 

Ominis could feel himself growing harder and harder beneath your touch, the ache in his loins becoming almost unbearable and painful. He couldn't wait any longer. He wanted you right there, in the library, in that small wooden cubicle, in the middle of the day. Nothing else mattered except for fulfilling his desires with you.

With a sense of urgency, you swiftly unzipped his elegant pants and undid the button. Your fingers eagerly searched within his trousers, freeing his hard member from its confines. It stood tall and proud before you, like a monument to desire. 

His skin was as smooth as polished marble, flawless and pale, devoid of any hair. In one hand, he held a flickering wand, ready to warn of any intruders, while the other guided your hand up and down his length. 

As the rhythm between you grew steady, he reached for the buttons of your shirt. You quickly assisted in removing it, unable to wait any longer. Omnis could feel your desire for him, and he couldn't resist you either. As he pulled off your shirt, followed by your laced bra, he traced his fingertips over the delicate fabric. The texture felt exquisite to his touch. 

"Do you always wear such delicate lace bras, Y/N?" Ominis teased as his hands traced over the curves of your perfect breasts, causing them to rise and fall with each agitated breath. 

He pressed soft kisses as he unclipped the last piece of clothing covering your upper body. Ominis took his time, lavishing attention on both breasts equally, determined to give them the love and pleasure they deserved. His lips latched onto your hard pink nipples, suckling and nipping at them until he heard your soft moans echoing in his ears. 

"Not so loud, my dear. Your neediness is showing itself all of a sudden," Ominis said in a teasing tone. 

Your inner thighs pressed against his cock, creating delicious friction that made you moan even louder. Ominis' hand covered your mouth, muffling the sound as he continued to drive you wild with desire.

“Ominis I’ve been good… please” Your words were desperate and incoherent, barely making sense as they spilled out of your mouth.

Ominis joined in your game as soon as you gave him that green light. He pulled your skirt all the way up, exposing your beautiful skin to him.

“So, my dear, you think you've been good? Tell me just how much you believe you deserve what I can give you.” Ominis purred.

Ominis' hands, rough yet gentle, explored the soft skin of your inner thighs with a sense of urgency.  His unseeing eyes were locked onto your lips, and you couldn't help but grab him by his necktie and bite his lip in punishment for making you suffer. 

"I need you" you pleaded with desperation in your voice. "Please... I deserve it. I'm sorry I was late..." You knew you sounded pathetic, but at this moment, you didn't care. And Ominis loved it - every moan, every plea, every incoherent sentence that fell from your lips. 

His hand traveled lower and reached your white, soaked cotton panties. He could feel the heat emanating from your core, and he wanted nothing more than to claim it for himself. 

He gently pulled the bottom of your panties aside, exposing the delicate folds of your womanhood. The pale pink flesh glistened with your arousal, beckoning him closer. With his index finger, he traced the outline of your clit, eliciting a soft moan from your parted lips. Then, with a wicked grin, he lowered his head and tasted the sweet nectar that flowed from your entrance, putting one of your legs on his shoulder.

"You taste divine," he purred against your sensitive skin. "But I have a feeling you already know that."

You couldn't deny it as he continued to explore and tease you with his tongue. And when he finally pulled away, leaving you breathless and wanting more, he spoke again while circling your sweet spot. 

"I've heard you at night, darling. In your dorm room, alone with your thoughts and desires. I used to think you were pleasuring yourself while thinking of Sebastian, but now I wonder...who were you really thinking of?"

Your heart raced at his words, and before you could answer, he pressed his hard length against your slick entrance. You couldn't help but twitch in anticipation.

“Well, darling?. Who were you thinking of?” He wanted to hear his name falling from your lips, to know that you desired him as much as he desired you. 

Your dizzy head could only manage to cry a single word.

“ You.” 

Ominis pushed himself inside you, and he felt your walls clamp down around him at his abrupt move. He gently slid in and out, and he heard the moans leaving your chest. He couldn't believe how good you felt, and he couldn't wait to make you scream his name. He kissed you deeply, and he started to move faster. He could feel his balls slapping against your thighs.

Ominis picked up his pace, and he felt your hips moving against him. He could feel the wetness on his cock, and he felt it slide in and out of your body. He kissed you deeply, and he felt your hands grasping onto his back.

You almost felt guilty for how good Ominis' cock felt inside of you. How he moved, how his fingers traced every inch of your back, of your breasts, of your sex. 

"O-Ominis, Om-" You cried in his ear, almost reaching your climax. His handjob and the rhythm he had was the perfect equation you need to reach your orgasm. 

His movements became more urgent, his body pulsing with pleasure as he neared climax. 

Ominis could feel his balls tighten, the sensation intensifying with each thrust. A low growl escaped his lips as he released himself inside of you. He felt his hot liquid pouring out of him. With a satisfied low moan, he pulled out of you, feeling his slick cock drip onto the floor. He knew there would be a mess to clean up later, but at that moment, he didn't care. 

Despite everything they had just done, he was still hard and eager for more. Ignoring your need to catch your breath, he plunged back inside of you, causing you to gasp loudly and draw attention from the nearby librarian. 

The librarian's voice cut through the hazy fog of pleasure, jolting you out of your intense concentration. But not Ominis’.

“Dears? Is everything okay up there?” Her concerned tone was met with a sharp demand from Ominis. 

“Tell her we’re fine.” he commanded, his thrusts not faltering for a second. 

You struggled to compose yourself and spoke in a strained whisper, “W-We’re fine Ma’am, thank you.”

“Do you need assistance with anything dear? I can’t hear you very well.” The librarian's footsteps could be heard coming closer to where you were entwined with Ominis.

“Tell her we need bigger tables so I can fuck you in different posit-” 

“We’re good ma’am, Thank you!” You finally managed to say loud and clear.

“Shhh. Please do not scream,” she scolded gently. “Very well then, I’ll be at my desk if you need me.” With that, her footsteps receded and the two of you were left alone once again

Without warning, Ominis' hand shot out and wrapped around your neck, his fingers exerting just enough pressure to display his dominance. But despite his forceful hold, he was careful not to cause any harm. 

"Have you had enough of me, darling?" He growled in a deep, commanding voice.

"No…" You breathed out, your fingertips tracing the outline of his lips as you balanced his aggression with gentle and loving touches. 

Suddenly, he released you and spun you around, lifting one of your legs up onto the desk table. With ease, he slipped back inside of you and your body immediately responded with an arch of pleasure. 

His lips trailed down your back as his grip tightened on your hips, guiding the pace of his cock entering and exiting your body. Every thrust sent waves of ecstasy through you, leaving you in a state of pure bliss under his cold hands.

Your body trembled as his strong hand pulled your hair, forcing you to stand up straight and press against his hard chest. He grasped your neck with his other hand, exerting a gentle pressure as he massaged your swollen breast with cold fingers.

You were completely at his mercy, just as you always had been.

As the rhythm of his thrusts intensified, the sound of his balls slapping against your backside echoed through the empty cubicles. His pale hand found its way down to your throbbing clit, where he teased and rubbed it in tight circles. Each time he penetrated you deeper, it felt like he was claiming a piece of you. His powerful grip on your throat only added to the intensity, accompanied by his hoarse moans that filled your ear with your name over and over again.

All of these sensations combined into one overwhelming wave, bringing you both to another explosive orgasm. It was everything you needed in that moment, and you couldn't help but surrender completely to him. 

Ominis slowly withdrew from your body, leaving a trail of warmth and satisfaction in his wake. His body pulsed with pleasure as he released his warmth onto your back. Your skin tingled with the lingering sensation of his touch.

As you both caught your breath, Ominis reached for his handkerchief to clean up any traces of your intimacy. With gentle care, he helped you dress and made sure you were comfortable, continually asking if you were okay. 

Once you were fully clothed, he led you over to the desk again, sat you down, resting his head in your lap as he gazed up at you with adoration.

“May I have some Bertie Botts now, please darling?”

[popcornforone]

Little Red Bows

A Dave York Fan Fic

Merry Christmas everyone

Time for some festivities from our favourite stabby murder daddy, David Christopher York. Oooh & it’s rather delicious. Sorry shouldn’t hype it up but I’ve enjoyed writing & editing this one. Daves still number 1 for me.

Synopsis:- Dave admires your special wrapping skills so much so that he can’t wait to open his own Christmas gift.

Word Count:-3100

Warnings:- DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! DAVE YORK COMES WITH HIS OWN WARNING! Sex, lost of sex, including oral & anal, good play, innuendo, alcohol, swearing, chocking, teasing. Basically if you’ve read any of my Dave fics before you know what’s coming. Also the use of the word Daddy (I know it’s a trigger for some of you). The reader is Daves wife & the kids mum but you are not Carol (unless you want to be)

Thank yous lol so much for reading. Have an amazing festive period.

“Night night molly” he said as he kissed her head. Slowly leaving her bedroom, making sure the night light is glowing purple stars for her. He Silently closes the door. Not even a click. Being an assassin he’s good at that. Can get in & out without a sound. She’s fast asleep not even knowing she’s nodded off. Alice fell asleep much earlier.

Dave makes his way back down stairs & into the kitchen getting some ice from the freezer for his whiskey. As the top come off the bottle her hears you humming. You’re sat on the floor of the little snug area just down from the kitchen, headphones in, crafting away. Dave looks up to see you looking all cute eating a chocolate oranage wrapping up gifts. He gets another glass & pours you a whisky too before he slowly comes to join you. Even with your headphones on you can work out where he’s coming from. You take out the left ear pod & smirk.

“Both asleep?”

“Snug as a bug baby” he says as he leans down & hands you your glass. He goes to move but you grab his shirt. “Forget something did i?” He asks.

“You know it” your eyes widen & soon your lips meet deeply. It doesn’t matter how many times you’ve kissed Dave it still feels so good. He’s always desperate for your touch & you are just desperate to be seen by him. He slips his tongue in for a few hungry seconds before pulling back & sighing. He sits on the sofa behind you putting his drink on the table & looks at the scene in front of him.

“How many more gifts to go” he says. In front of you are gift tags, stars, snowflakes, tape ribbons, bows, brown paper, wrapping paper, glitter paper, & lots of different colour pens.

“Tonight & tomorrow morning & we should be done except for whatever you’ve got me Dave but I can’t exactly wrap that up” you say. He rubs your shoulders.

“You do such a good job baby”

“I mean you said I didn’t have to go all out but it’s nice, I get some me time, I get to craft & create & it’s fun”

“Yes & then they get the gift & take off all the hard work you have done”

“You gonna have to open your gifts so slowly now on Christmas Day Dave” you point a gel pen at him as you write the next label.

“True but just look at this…” he hold up a ribbon you’ve curled with tape & attached to a bow. “… I mean yes I have a specific set of skills but this is beautiful.” You laugh “no seriously, these little bows, those ribbon curls, the personalised gift tags, it’s astonishing”

“It’s really not that hard Dave” you smile but are also secretly so proud. It takes a lot to impress Dave & he’s heaping praise on you. Or maybe he just wants his dick sucked. Or both. Probably both. “I could teach you” his hands roam over your shoulders. Yea he wants his dick sucked.

“Really,” he rests his head on your shoulder. “Show me baby.” He kisses your neck & you let out a tiny moan & sigh. You get out the ribbon & the scissors & show him how to curl it. Not that he’s looking at it & not that you care. He’s looking at the at the way your lips move as you speak, how your eyes light up with passion, how that mole on your chin is the most perfect beauty mark that people would pay thousands for & yet you’ve had it since birth.

“& then you cut their throat” you say bluntly. Dave shake his head in shock.

“WHAT!?” You giggle.

“I knew you weren’t listening Dave”

“Did you now” he grabs the scissors out of your hand. “You know I could kill you in 13 different ways with these scissors”

“But you’d never be able to make a pretty bow” you smirk as he pulls you into his lap. He’s hard, he’s very hard. You gulp down a few swigs of your whisky. You place your glass next to his as his hands roam your body.

“I think I’d have other pressing issues instead of bows & glitter” he says. His hands on the outside of your trousers rubbing the material so that it rubs against your clit.

“Dave stop” you moan but enjoying every second.”or at least promise you’ll help me tidy up a little for in the morning after this.”your own hand goes on auto pilot undoing his belt after you turned to face him. The zipper sound louder than the music in your remaining ear pod.

“You got it baby” he sits back on the sofa & man scapes. he’s got thick thighs but an even thicker dick that he just flops out of his boxers as you tie your hair up & gulp some of his whiskey down.”hey that’s…” but your lips meet his to shut him up. Passionate doesn’t cover the ferocity of the kiss.

“Yours baby, just like me Dave, I’m all yours” you trails your hands down his body eventually get to his penis. Leaking precum, erect & ready for pleasure. “Hello big boy” you moan before licking across the top of it, before looking up at Dave & spitting on his shaft. He loves it when you do that. He always tense up when you do it.

“So good to me sweetheart” his hand runs around a your face & he smirk & nods. He watches down as you engulf him. Bobbing. Taking him into your mouth, slowly. Gagging for his enjoyment. “That’s my girl” he thrusts into you & he grabs where you’ve tied your hair up. “You look all sweet but damn you love getting a facial” he keeps your head in place watching your eyes stream as he fucks your mouth. “God I love it when you gag, so fucking hot” he whines. You can see when you look into his eyes, he loves eye contact, he’s intense at everything, that he’s already approaching his peak. His eyes so dilated. The hand not holding your head gripping to the arm of the sofa for dear life. “Fuck sweetheart, fuck fuck fuck I… oooh fuck” hot ropes of cum spill down your throat & your mouth. He quickly lets go of your head & pulls his cock back. Splatters land on your face.”oooh fuck baby” he finishes to make sure your face glistens. He then looks at you, hands in your lap looking up at him pleadingly to mop up your face. He’s still breathless as he looks at you, trying to calm down.

“Dave”

“Hmmm” he then smile coming back to reality. “Kiss first then clean up & then I’ll look after you”

Christmas Eve has now rolled around. You spent the day with the girls baking cakes, cookies & getting some prep done for tomorrow’s Christmas dinner. Dave went & delivered a few gifts & apparently went to get your Christmas present, but you’ve worked it out already. He’s good at secrets on a life & death situation but not when it comes to the surprise 10 day trip to Jamaica he has for you. Also you notice he asked for your passport & a few other travel items. You just don’t know when he’s booked it for.

After Dinner you Dave & the girls sit on the sofa & watch the muppet Christmas Carol as a family, the girls have hot chocolate & marshmallows in them & a big bowl of popcorn. You have an espresso martini & Dave as always has a whiskey. You sit there & laugh & cry & sing along to the film. This is all you really want for Christmas. Gifts & food & excess is nice but just to have a little time where the 4 of you can just be you. For a brief moment in time your just the Yorks. No worrying about if Dave will walk back through the door after a mission, or if you or the girls will be used as bait. It’s just you sitting here doing what all other normal families do this evening. Once the muppets are done you give the girls each their stockings to hang on the fire place. You would usually light the fire but tonight you didn’t.

“We don’t want it to be too hot for Santa when he comes down it do we” you say to the girls.

“Oooh no” says Alice. “His beard might melt off” you & Dave both laugh.

“So when you wake up in the morning girls your stockings will be filled, with all of little Santa gift.” He says as he ties them up. “Now what do you want to leave out for Santa to drink.”

“Milk” says Molly. Dave sighs.

“But everyone will give Santa milk, maybe he’d like something else”

“Chocolate milk” you laugh at that reply Dave trying not to roll his eyes.

“It’s still milk though, why don’t we leave Santa some alcohol” he says “give him a needed boost cos all the milk he will have drank will make him sleepy”

“That’s not what the books say” says Molly. Dave has tried so hard to convince them but neither girls are buying into it.

“I tell you what girls” you say. “Why don’t we leave an empty glass for Santa with a bottle of whiskey next to it & a carton of milk when me & daddy go to bed” Dave raises his eyebrow, not at your suggestion but at the word daddy. He likes it when you moan it just before you cum. “& he can pick what he wants to drink. That way next year you will know what he likes so you can leave the right one out”

“But what if he wants both” even you sigh.

“Well he can have both” you say & the girls run off to the kitchen to get the milk & cookies & carrots they sorted out earlier. You look at Dave as he puts the whiskey down & an empty glass. “I tried baby”

“That’s not what you did” he pauses then wink “daddy appreciates it”

With the girls supposedly asleep you & Dave do some sorting out for tomorrow. The table is laid, the gifts are under the tree & everything is prepped to make Christmas lunch easy. All that’s left to do is for Dave to do his Santa bit & fill up the stocking.

“I’ll go get ready for bed Dave” you say before he heads off to the shed to get the Santa gifts. Easier place for you to both hide all the gifts. The girls will never think in there. As Dave heads to get them you quickly head into the lounge to hide something for him to enjoy.

Dave loves doing this. He’s a serious professional man until it comes to a little bit of festive fun. Leaving some fake shoe marks in the hall way. Eating a cookie. Snapping off parts of the carrots, including dropping an end next to the fire place. He then pours himself a shot of whiskey & downs it, but as he goes to put the drink back down he notices something that the girls didn’t put down. A little red bow. One you had made. He lifts it up with a smile & sees there’s a post it underneath. Your beautiful hand writing make him smile.

Come unwrap your present daddy!

He has never triple checked the house is locked so quickly in his life, he almost forgot to turn the kitchen light off. He’s also trying to be quiet so the girls don’t wake up & the Christmas magic is lost. But it’s not long before he is opening the bedroom door. His jaw hitting the floor instantly.

You are lying face down. Hair in a braid going over your left shoulder. Wearing nothing. A sparkling red bow & some mistletoe stuck on top of your bum. There’s a gift tag tied to your foot. Dave drops to his knees. His mouth instantly sucking the toes on the foot with the gift tag. You moan & then you hear him breathily read out loud, once he has stopped sucking.

“Your gift needs a good stuffing Daddy” he says in his bedroom voice. “Oooh sweetheart fuck sweetheart” you’ve not turned your head but you can hear the clothes hit the floor. “Gonna fuck you so hard you will struggle to stand up to cook Christmas dinner” he snarls.

“Is that a promise Dave” you then hiss as he spanks you hard & your bum lifts up. You then moan as his lips connect. Pulling your cheeks apart & lapping always at both your holes. “Fuck Dave” you can feeling your inner pleasure building up already. His hand moves the bow & mistletoe off you & you then feel his penis drag through the mess he has just made. Your arsehole puckering for him.

“I get the best for Christmas” he says before thrusting his penis into your arse. All the way. Deep enough that his balls bounce against you. “Fuck” he growls & you bury your head into the bed as you moan. “So fucking tight. all your holes”

“They are all yours tonight Dave”

“Seriously?” He’d paused his next thrust upon hearing that. His hands gripping your flesh as you are now on all fours pushing back into him.

“They always are but as a Christmas treat you can go all night for as long as you want”

“You little cum slut” he says & smacks your arse again. You rock back & forth in time. You will have marks on your torso tomorrow from him gripping so hard. He’s thrusting away like he will never have sex again or like he has just gotten out of a mission that could have meant his end & he’s happy to be home to you. “Taking me so well” you put a hand on your clit but Dave smacks your arse hard.

“Fuck”

“No clit touching until I can see it. Want to see how over stimulated you get” he says.

“Then flip me over”

Dave doesn’t need an excuse. He quickly withdraws & turns you so your face up & he laughs.

“The fuck”

You have put a little bow over each nipple & one just above your sex. You giggle impishly back as you suck on a small strawberry candy cane you have.

“Liking your gift so far daddy”

“You’re driving me insane.” The bows are pulled off your skin & he plunges his sopping penis deep inside your moist cunt. Your moaning in seconds, especially when he grips you around the neck. “You’re a naughty girl” he moans. Sloppy thrusting noises filling the room when the two of you aren’t experiencing pleasure.”naughty & nice, nice sopping pussy, naughty girl for touching her clit”

“Fuck Dave” you groan.he squeezing your neck more. His eyes alight with desire & list. You quiver taking him all. Clamping constantly around him. He’s big but tonight he feels bigger.

“gonna fill you up sweetheart, gonna lap up all our cum.” He says before he takes the hand that was around your neck. You gasp for air gives him enough time to take the candy cane you were sucking & for him to suck it as well. Then he strokes the sticky sweet over your clit, rubbing it furiously. Your own eyes close. Pleasure taking over.

“Yes Dave yes yes yes, fuck”

“Like that sweetheart” he says before he slips the Candy cane into your mouth again. You make sloppy noises on purpose to get him to thrust faster. It’s rapid his pace, neither of you are going to last much longer. Dave is giving you his best.”like being so needy for daddy”

“Yes daddy, fuck yes yes yesss”

“CUM FOR DADDY!” He says loud enough that it could wake up the girls. Neither of you care.

“Fuckkkkkk” you spiral down your first orgasm of the night. Everything contracting. Pleasure beyond compare. A warm & wet sensation that’s added to with a snarl of your name as Daves seed spill inside your cunt.

“Fuck” he says with a jolt. His eyes rolling in the back of his head. His body dripping in sweat. His pecks flexing from the spasms of his release. He’s still griping you tight. Panting loudly. You eventually open your eyes to look at your glorious husband, bathed in your own sweaty sticky mess.

“Still just as fucking fabulous” you say as you sit up once he’s pulled his cock out of you & sit next to him, caressing his face before your tongues do their usual make out dance after sex. His saltiness after sex always tastes good & arouses you further.

“I ain’t done yet sweetheart” you then gasp as the hand that what caressing your breasts finds your sex, the thumb on your clit, two fingers inside you. “I need to clean you up first” . His head is between your thighs in seconds as you hold it in place rubbing it for ever more friction as he eats you out.

“Oooh fuck Daddy, Dave yes”

You sit in the lounge as the girls open their stockings on Christmas morning. Dave rubbing your shoulders as you watch the girls open Santas gifts. You both desperately need a shower, certain you both smell of sex.

“Dad” Molly ask “what time did Santa get here last night”

“Well it’s after everyone’s asleep including me & mummy why”

“Well” Molly starts “I head something that sounded like it was hitting my wall at 3am, I went down stairs & saw the gifts where there already, but couldn’t see a raindeer outside”

You blush straight away. Molly had heard you & Dave fucking last night. Dave realised this & then looks at you & puts his hand on you knee.

“Could have been, he’s magic so it could have been his quick get away” Molly seems to bye this. Alice hasn’t been listening she’s too busy trying to solve her rubix cube already. Dave move his hand up to your thigh. “Turns out we did bring the Ho ho ho” he says quietly with a wink & a smirk, before kissing you deeply.

“Dad Mum stop” says Alice.

“Sorry darling” you say. “But Christmas brings out the magic in all of us” you say looking directly at Dave. “Christmas after all is a time for giving & receiving”

[hongssimi]

naruto running // lee sohee

ᝰ synopsis .ᐟ you were stunned. it was definitely your fault for assuming your online friend was a girl. for god’s sake, naruto’s a shonen anime, an animated show marketed to boys and men. but it wasn’t completely your fault too. i mean, sohee never clarified to you that he was a dude either.

ᝰ pairing .ᐟ fanboy!sohee x fangirl!reader

ᝰ genre .ᐟ crack // written & smau

ᝰ word count .ᐟ 0.9k+ (text only)

ᝰ warning .ᐟ please practice stranger danger, second-hand embarrassment moments, mentions of dicks, dirty jokes, and sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship

ᝰ author's note .ᐟ happy birthday to my favourite naruto fanboy lee ddori<3 this fic was inspired by sohee’s obsession with naruto and that one time he went to the naruto exhibition in korea… also the fact i have to specifically search "riize sohee" online for his photos because sometimes other sohees appear instead and they're all girls lmao

you were truly excited. you hadn’t met an online friend in so long, especially one that was in the naruto fandom, and lived in seoul. your friends in the fandom were mostly girls from other provinces, and the ones that were from seoul were all busy corporate slaves, so you barely got to meet them.

"you know how i look like… right?" you texted sohee.

"yeah ok i’m coming hold on"

"that’s what she said"

of course, you being you, you had to make a dirty joke when presented with the opportunity.

you were curious how sohee looked like. it was the first time you were meeting her, after being friends for about three months. you became friends with sohee since she first joined the fandom on twitter. she’d never posted her photos on twitter, which meant that you knew nothing about her facial features – except that she once mentioned she had four or five moles on her left cheek, and that her twitter profile photo was of her eyes.

she’s probably pretty, right?

i remember she told me that she studies applied music in university so maybe she can sing? if we end early, we can go sing at the karaoke after the exhibition too!

waiting for sohee, you imagined she was someone with a cute face but sharp jawline, a pretty smile, and long luscious hair – until she stood in front of you calling your name.

“y/n?”

you lost your train of thoughts as soon as you saw her.

she was a he.

you were stunned.

“you’re y/n, right? i’m sohee,” a handsome guy wearing a gray beanie and a track jacket stood in front of you, taking off his white mask.

“you’re sohee? user soheeruto?”

he nodded to your questions, asking you afterwards if you were okay as you had your mouth left agape. it was definitely your fault for assuming your online friend was a girl. sohee was such a feminine-sounding name, and was a name mostly used by girls.

you stood up and ran to the restaurant washroom, which was a few tables away from your table.

it wasn’t completely your fault, was it?

“um... hi?” you peeked out of the washroom door and slowly walked to your table and greeted him.

“was i that scary?”

“no, it’s just… i was shocked. i thought you were a girl because-”

“you thought i was a girl?”

“well i mean – you didn’t even correct me every time i texted you with feminine terms! and your name! sohee! it’s technically a name that leaned more towards girls!”

“okay, okay, calm down. can we order food first and then i’ll explain my… um, lore?”

as it turned out, it was indeed, not completely your fault. although sohee hadn’t put his pronouns in his profile or explicitly mentioned he was a dude, his profile biography wrote “naruto-loving shonen (i like sasuke more though)”, which he thought mentioning ‘shonen’ was sufficient in specifying his gender. though, gender didn’t matter much to him when making friends, as long as it was someone who enjoyed watching naruto. he was also used to being misgendered from just his name — which was socially known as a more feminine name — because he just didn’t care enough to correct unless he absolutely needed to.

“this steakhouse’s steak bussin’ though.”

“right? i always come here whenever i crave for steak, it hits every time,” you replied sohee.

“but do you normally naruto run – or did i just shock you too much for being a dude?”

“shut up, let’s go to the exhibition,” you got up to pay for the meal for the both of you, before exiting the store with sohee, as repayment for him paying your exhibition tickets.

“sohee, turn around and pose!”

the both of you were on an escalator heading towards the entrance of the exhibition, when you asked sohee to turn around so that you could snap a picture of him – that you sent after through the file sharing function on your phones. he returned the favor after by taking your phone to snap a photo, asking you to pose with the sign at the entrance. the both of you had so much fun looking at the exhibition, recalling episodes of the anime as you walked through each section.

as attendees, you had complimentary photo booth passes, which you chose to take yours with sohee while his own was a solo shot. it didn’t really matter to you if you didn’t have a photo booth of just yourself with the naruto exhibition frame compared to a photo with sohee for your first meeting.

sorry to everyone, but i’m gatekeeping my photo with sohee from the rest of the world.

“y/n, wait. i want a photo at this wall,” sohee asks right before the exit of the exhibition, unlocking his phone and opening the camera application, before passing it to you – which you found to be a weird habit he had as he could’ve accessed the camera app without unlocking his phone, but to each his own.

“thanks for today, y/n. it was really fun.”

you nodded and smiled at sohee, agreeing that your first meeting with the gray beanie boy was fun. the both of you took so long in the exhibition, enjoying every bit of it. you documented everything for memories’ sake, not realising sohee took a photo of you in the midst of it until he had sent it to you on twitter after parting ways.

✶⋆.˚꩜ AFTERTHOUGHTS .ᐟ˙⋆✶ not the author and seunghan cousin insert at the end lmaooo anyways hope you enjoyed this abomination of a fic... i don’t even know what i was on to have written this but it barely has anything to do with naruto besides the exhibition being a plot device

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