#((but we've got the plot moving forward again!))

[springvaletales]

((We've finally gotten to session 67-though-technically-it-might-be-session-70!!!))

The plans offered by the captains are:

Xif & Cuirass: No detection stealth run Ulfdwaa: Stealth in, start blasting Pepperbox: Start blasting.

“I put out a vote for stripper pirates out of loot boxes.”

Captain Pepperbox has been described as a “six armed Warforged with Pixar Mom Hips”.

She also keeps flirting with Captain Cuirass, the Awakened Animated Armor. He is either incredibly flustered or incredibly uncomfortable.

Bagelby’s Player: “If they put Bagel in the loot, he MAY not be able to control himself.”

The compromise offered up includes a combination of the three ideas, with some of the party disguising themselves as pirates and some hiding in the crates to be smuggled into the fortress.

Disguised as Pirates:

Sir Carl Asahi Haaruma

Disguised as Lootboxes:

Bagelby Chess Thiori Ena

Staying behind to keep the ships ready:

Bashur (too big & recognizable for either disguise) Naoka (I can’t give them a healer to date I’ve barely even managed to hurt them) Michael (for his own safety) Vashael (to make sure Michael actually stays back)

Chess is three feet tall, and thus, would be a perfect fit into a number of the pirates’ stolen boxes of lute.

Chess does not want to be put into a box, and thus have his duke, his brother, Sir Carl, out of his line of sight.

Me: “Sir Carl and Chess are still having the box argument.”

Only three of the party rolled high enough on the perception check to notice that they don’t feel tired or hungry, even though they’re pretty sure it’s been HOURS since they all met up on this hidden island.

When told (above the board) that Vashael wasn’t going with the party bc I couldn’t arm them with a whole DRAGON and not because his combat rolls are, historically, terrible, Ena began to taunt him In Character for his historically terrible combat rolls.

He argued back that his terrible performance was because he’d been trying to prevent property damage, and they began fighting.

Asahi paused the plan discussion to point out the ‘weird magic feeling’ she had out of concern for a threat, and Captain Xif started to explain the intricacies of the time loop ‘dome’ only to be interrupted by Captain Pepperbox describing the boundary space between ‘normal’ time and ‘looping’ time as “fucky”.

This small island is the only one that sits squarely in the middle of the boundary space, and thus, time neither loops nor moves forward.

Me: “Ena and Vashael are still having the property damage argument.”

Michael is trying to separate his fiance and his sister by getting in between them. He is shorter than both and it is Not Working.

“We’ve got two Fey creatures here - I think we’ll be okay.”

Thiori stated his desire to “solid snake” this shit, and chose a box to hide in that was, objectively, far too small. 

He stabbed two eye holes into the wood to be able to see and basically just put this box on his head. I had him roll for intimidation instead of stealth, and the pirates are all too afraid to tell this 8ft tall, 4 armed half-crab man that he isn’t completely invisible.

Ena found herself a jeweled coffin and climbed inside. The coffin was not quite empty, and she found a skull rattling around at the bottom. His name is now ‘Yorrik’ and he is her friend.

Sir Carl had to sit on the box Chess was hidden in to keep it shut until it was offloaded from the ship.

Chess banged on the lid and argued his case for NOT being inside the box all the way back to the dock on the main island.

The party managed to successfully wear their pirate disguises and get smuggled into the abandoned mine that serves as a delivery dock for the Pirate King’s fortress - the only slip up was when the Yuan Ti guard tried to hit on Haaruma, who is a happily married lesbian and would absoLUTELY torch the mission

Captain Pepperbox misunderstood what the “signal” to attack was, and killed the Yuan Ti guard with a bullet to the back of the skull when all Asahi did was sneeze.

Captain Pepperbox, confused: “Oh, was that not the signal? Bolts…”

Captain Pepperbox, looking down at the dead guard: “Ah, no great loss. He was an asshole, anyway.”

Bagelby and Ena chose to stay safely hidden away until the ACTUAL signal was given. Chess clawed his way out of the chest as soon as he heard the gunshot.

Xif and Cuirass stayed below with their pirate crews to help turn away any forces that came to investigate the sudden gunshot, and Pepperbox and her crew rode up the cargo lift with the party.

Well, the party and crew rode up. Pepperbox decided she didn’t want to be left behind, unfolded her Pixar Mom Thighs into a series of stabby cables, spider climbed her way up the wall and jumped onto the lift herself.

Due to a series of poor rolls on the pirate side, the two minor bosses and their minions waiting for the party when the cargo lift reached the next floor saw Pepperbox and immediately assumed that the gunshot had been ‘another’ misfire. Apparently that’s a common problem with her.

The bosses - a black and green Dragonborn couple - also assumed that Thiori (who had dealt himself 4 points of damage to activate his lightning on the way up) had been startled by the sudden misfire, and berated Pepperbox for ‘not warning the newbies’.

Also the Yuan Ti guard was somehow the black Dragonborn’s great nephew, and at MOST he’s annoyed that he now has to explain to his aunt that the guy is dead.

The room the party is now in is a sorting room, where the pirates empty out their crate contents and sort through everything to find the most valuable items for ransom, resale, scalping, etc.

I can’t let the party stealth their way through this whole fortress when I feel bad for not giving them combat for months, so Pepperbox gave Asahi a five second warning and directions to the stairs before opening fire with all six gun arms.

She was aiming mostly for the walls/ceiling/floor/table contents to cause chaos, but two unfortunate pirates still got shot.

Bagelby tried to burst dramatically out of his box, but didn’t quite make it, and only managed to throw off the lid and slam his legs through the bottom of the box.

Ena opened her coffin to ‘peek out’ with ‘Yorrik’, but refused to climb out so Asahi and Haaruma had to pick up the coffin and carry it as the party made a break for a set of stairs to the next floor up on the other side of the room.

At the entrance of the stairway, however, Lex stopped and turned around; she told the party to go on without her, and that she’d catch up later, and then she drew her Rod of Guffaw, shifted it into a warhammer form, and ran back to support Captain Pepperbox to the tune of her divine weapon’s goatly scream.

Her narrative successes will, unfortunately, have to happen offscreen for the sake of keeping the IRL action moving forward at a good pace, but only because I feel like we’re all about done with the Pirate Island arc and we’re SO close to the finish line we just need to get there.

It’ll all be written out though - THAT I can promise!

Bagelby is still wearing his box like a pair of wooden pants, Thiori’s box with eye holes is still over his head, and Ena may or may not be getting dragged around by Haaruma and Asahi in her jeweled coffin hideout.

Bagelby, holding up his box pants: “I smell something weird over here!”

He did not find the source of the weird magic smell. But he did find a headless corpse that had seemingly fallen through three floors!

Actually, Thiori found the corpse. Bagelby rolled too low on perception and almost walked right over it.

Bagelby’s Player: “What would I roll if I was trying to steal the death from the corpse?”

Me: “I would say ‘arcana’, since you are trying to steal another concept.”

Bagelby successfully stole the death from the corpse. It was silver, cold, kind of wiggly, and made his hand shake uncontrollably.

He stuffed it into one of Asahi’s many, many available glass vessels, and detailed a plan to reverse-pickpocket the jar into the Pirate King’s ‘soul pocket’ to kill him without having to actually fight.

I don’t know what a ‘soul pocket’ is and at this point I’m too afraid to ask.

Ena immediately complained that he should have just waited and stolen the ‘life’ from the Pirate King instead if he was going to steal a concept.

She then added that he could have used that ‘life’ on her new friend, ‘Yorrik’, the skull that was left in the jeweled coffin she chose to be smuggled into the fortress inside.

If she keeps this up, I’ll make ‘Yorrik’ important to the plot and that’s a Threat.

At Bagelby and Asahi’s insistence, Thiori threw Bagelby up through the holes in the floor…aaaand he threw too hard and fastball special-ed Bagelby straight up through the intact floor three levels above.

Bagelby sacrificed his box pants to only take 10 points of damage instead of 30. This boy only has 40 hp.

He then realized that Thiori couldn’t throw himself up three floors, so he needed some rope that everyone could use to climb….but after all but emptying out his slime pocket, he found that he had a geode from Skaadi’s dream realm, six kazoos, a toothbrush, a crochet hook, an unused meet-and-greet pass for Salancian hero, Sebastian Widnerwisp…and no rope.

Asahi took the rope out of her own bag and had Thiori throw it up to Bagelby, but now the problem is he can’t remember how to tie a knot.

Luckily, Maritza can! Or…she knows how to get it done?

Bagelby’s pet baby Mimic, Maritza, crawled out of the slime pocket to grab the rope and drag the end back inside. The bag wiggled around for a few seconds, and then Maritza reappeared, having seemingly anchored the rope to something very solid within the slime pocket.

Ena’s Player: “Wait WAIT! Is the library rat still in there?!”

The party: “THE PIRATE RAT!”

Me: “OH yeah, it’s still in there.”

Bagelby’s Player: “It’s been two and a half YEARS-”

The party chose not to question the slime pocket, and climbed the rope to join Bagelby on the fortresses’ seemingly abandoned third floor.

Once the party was back together again on the third floor, Maritza hopped back into the slime pocket, and something else in the slime pocket started pulling in the rope.

Sir Carl to Chess: “If he offers you anything out of that pocket, do NOT take it.”

Chess, horrified, as the slime pocket slurps rope like spaghetti: “Yes, my duke.”

We left off there so everyone could sleep and be ready for work tomorrow, and we’ll be back next week to (hopefully) finish off Pirate Island!

[reiderwriter]

I'm Your Fluffer!

Pairing: Spencer Reid x female reader (best friends to lovers)

For @imagining-in-the-margins FWB Challenge!

Prompt: "I'm your boyfriend without the benefits." "Do you want the benefits?" "Yes- No... I'm your fluffer!" (Inspired by New Girl) (yes, I suggested this prompt, bo idc if that's cheating)

Warnings: Mentions of BDSM, unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, choking, mentions of spanking, and butt worship, slight Dom Spencer, bratty reader, creampie. The classics, yk.

A/N: I'm back!!!! I took a break because I couldn't bring myself to even look at a word document for about a month, but there's nothing like a Pom challenge to get me writing again! I did have a lot planned for my 1 year anniversary, but because I was sick, and then busy, and then work got hectic, I had to put it off. I still am going to try to finish my kink bingo Carr, though, even though its a month late, but I had two fics left iirc, and I have both of them plotted, so I may as well! I will, however, be abandoning the final epilogue of I Can't Help Myself, because I wrote myself into a depressed corner with that one, and honestly, some people were getting very pushy about it, and it wasn't fun anymore. Anyway! This one was fun to write, so I'm going to stick to one shots for the foreseeable future, or incredibly limited series.

Masterlist

Spencer was your friend. A good friend. Your best friend, perhaps. A really good, very best friend.

Obviously, you were good friends because he always knew when you were feeling down. He bought you flowers regularly when he passed by flower shops. He came over to your place and helped you build every piece of flatpack furniture you had, which, as a single woman in your mid-twenties, was every piece of furniture that you owned.

You really looked forward to the movie nights the two of you had weekly. The popcorn, the blankets, the cuddling, his lips by your ear, in-time translating the foreign movies word for word as you watched it, the shivers down your spine as you pressed further into the heat of him.

Spencer was the best best friend you could ask for.

He was also the most frustrated.

“Kid, what are you doing this weekend? I'm thinking of hitting some clubs, you know, getting my groove on, maybe meeting A few ladies,” Morgan smirked, rubbing his hands together as he gently moved side to side, already dancing to himself as he anticipated his big weekend out. “You in, or are you in?”

“I can't. I promised Y/N I'd help her with some document digitalisation. We're going to order pizza and watch Star Trek while backing up her entire paper trail.”

The smile on Spencer's face was so stupid that Morgan had to stop himself from wiping it off of him immediately.

“Man, you are so down bad for that girl,” he mused, shaking his head.

“What? Down bad?”

“You like her. It's okay to admit it.”

“We're friends. I'm happy being friends,” Spencer said, picking up his bag and walking to the elevator desperate to escape a repeat of a conversation he'd already had three times that week.

“You know everyone thinks you're dating.”

“Well aware. Despite the number of times we've both stated to the contrary, people don't seem to accept ‘we're just friends’ when they hear it.”

“That may be because you're doing things that just friends don't do.”

“Everything we do is totally platonic.”

“You buy her flowers-

“I buy my mother flowers,” Spencer said, turning on the man and raising his hands in exasperation.

“You know that's different. Do you buy Emily flowers?”

Silence.

“What about JJ?”

“I bought JJ flowers!” He grinned triumphantly until the other man spoke again.

“When she was in the hospital. Giving birth. Okay, what about the movie nights?”

Rolling his eyes, the younger man walked on, pressing the bell for the elevator and allowing his friend to keep bothering him.

“Friends watch movies together, Morgan. We've watched movies together, are we dating?”

“One, you are not my type, pretty boy, and two, you didn't exactly have your dick pressed against my ass the entire time we watched a film now, did you?”

“Be q- be quiet. I don't have my dick against her ass ever.”

“Oh, I'm sorry, was it pressed against her stomach instead? I know she likes to lie on top of-”

“Derek!”

The elevator arrived, and the two quickly jumped in, to Spencer's relief.

“All I'm saying, kid, is-”

“Hold the elevator!” You shouted, running to it quickly with Penelope Garcia on your heels.

“Thanks, Spence!” You said, smiling at him as you entered the small space.

And continued your not too unsimilar conversation with Penelope.

“So, as I was saying Penelope,” you shot her a look that told her you were finished with the conversation. You were not dating Spencer Reid, and you were unlikely to in the future because of his total and complete lack of interest in you.

“You can set me up this weekend, right? It's been an age since I've been on a date, and I would really like to-” you glanced around the elevator and whispered the end of your sentence, suddenly mindful of your company. “You know.”

“If you're absolutely sure, I have a few men in mind that could throw you about, but-”

You squealed and squeezed the woman as the elevator landed on your floor and jumped out of the elevator quickly, cheeks burning.

“Thanks, Pen, you're the best!”

“Y/N, wait,” Spencer called out behind you, desperately holding the elevator open for a few more seconds.

“I thought we were doing your papers this weekend? Star trek, pizza, remember?”

You stared guiltily at the floor as you forced your voice to sound as casual as possible, not sure you could make any excuse that didn't sound pathetic.

“Oh, sorry, Spencer. I totally forgot. We can rain check, right? I… I really need this.”

Spencer was aware of what disappointment felt like, but it never hollowed out his chest like your lack of eye contact in that moment did.

“Yeah. Sure, of course. We can do that whenever.”

“Yeah. Thanks, Spencer. You're the best… friend.”

He smiled and let the door finally shut, aware of the two sets of eyes now watching him.

It took a surprisingly long time for the ‘I told you so’ to come, but come it did, as if Morgan were unable to help himself.

“You're telling me that you're not into her at all?”

“I'm…not into her like that at all.”

“And you're fine with me setting her up on a date with a man that'll do somewhat empowering, somewhat disgusting things with her?” Penelope piled on.

“What? That's…that's not my business,” he ground out.

“No. Of course it’s not. Because you're not her boyfriend.”

“Exactly, I'm not her boyfriend-”

“You're her fluffer.”

With a pat on the shoulder, the elevator hit its last stop, and Morgan exited, leaving Spencer scrambling after him as Penelope waved the two of them off.

“What? No, what's a fluffer?”

Morgan chuckled and waved him off, walking to his car.

“Come on, what's a fluffer, and why am I hers?”

“You've seen porn before, right?” The older man asked, pausing as he opened his driver side door. “Actually don't answer that. The fluffer is the person who keeps the actors and actresses… ready between takes. Prepares them for the good stuff.”

With a bright flush across his cheeks, Spencer tried his best for an indignant look, landing somewhat closer to a petulant child.

“I am not her fluffer. We have never-”

“I know you've never. If you had, we wouldn't be standing here right now having this conversation. What I'm saying is you should.”

“We're friends!”

Climbing into the car and closing the door, Morgan dismissed the younger man quickly, but he wasn't finished.

Knocking on the door, Spencer waiting a beat, then two for it to open again.

“I'm not her fluffer.”

“You build her furniture and cuddle with her. You're doing everything a boyfriend would do, without any of the boyfriend rewards.”

“What rewards?” he gasped, exasperated.

A single look was all the reply he got before Morgan out his keys into the ignition and started driving.

Spencer never made the decision to turn up at your house later that night. He just found himself all of a sudden at your front door on a Friday night, pulling out the key from the plant pot by the front door and letting himself in. Unlocking his shoes, he called out through the apartment, letting you know he was there as he slipped into the house shoes you'd bought him after the first of many movie nights.

“Spencer? We cancelled earlier, remember?” you said emerging from your bedroom, fitted in the tightest dress he'd ever seen you in. He already had no answer for your question, but seeing you like that, getting ready, he had no answer to any question at all. If you'd have asked him his name, he wouldn't have known it.

Well, he would've, but only because you'd said it only three seconds ago and had reminded him that he was, in fact, standing in your apartment when he should've been literally anywhere else.

“Um. I'm…I'm just-” he scratched the back of his neck, waiting for something to come to him.

“Spencer, I'm leaving in like an hour, so there's no time to watch a movie, and I have to get ready, so-”

“I'm… I'm angry?”

You raised an eyebrow at his questioning tone, unsure where this conversation was going.

“You sure about that?”

“Yeah..yes. I'm sure. I'm angry. We, we had plans, and you gave me like an hours notice and cancelled them to go do something stupid-”

“Spencer! I'm going on a date. That's not stupid.”

“It is when you have me!”

He half shouted, half murmured the words, as if he himself were unsure of how confident he was in making that statement.

“That came out wrong-”

“Yeah, I think it did.”

“What I mean is- I mean…Morgan said that-”

You crossed your arms and sat yourself on the arm of your sofa, looking forward at him and waiting for him to get through whatever this was. You hoped the entire time that he was saying what you'd wanted him to say for the last year and a half.

“Have you ever watched porn?”

Not what you were hoping for, but a start, at least.

“Spencer!”

“That came out wrong, I- don't throw the couch cushions at me. I have a point, I swear!”

You lowered your next projectile and gestured for him to go on, not fully relinquishing it just yet.

“I'm your fluffer! I get you…in the mood for dates, and- and- I do all the boyfriend stuff without any of the boyfriend benefits!”

He stood in front of you, red-faced, and you stared him down a second or two as you collected your thoughts.

“Do you…want the boyfriend benefits?”

“Yes! No, wait - wait a second. I- I- What are the boyfriend benefits exactly?”

You threw the pillow down and turned your back on him, not entirely sure what you were expecting from the most oblivious genius on the planet.

“Y/N, wait. Wait-”

With a hand wrapped around your wrist, Spencer spun you around, and, tripping over your feet, you landed hard on your sofa. Your fall should've been relatively pain-free, but for the 6-foot man that landed directly on top of you.

“Get up.”

“What are the boyfriend benefits?”

“You should know if you're saying you want them! Now, get up!”

“Not until you tell me.”

“Spencer!”

“Y/N!”

You groaned and writhed under him, but he just dropped his weight onto you, unmoving, hands pinning your wrists lazily, leg poking between your two, hips pinning yours.

It certainly wasn't the closest you'd ever been, but in those circumstances, during that conversation, you felt more flustered than you had before.

“What are the benefits.”

“You really want me to say? You're not afraid it's going to throw off our friendship, ruin whatever good thing we have going?”

“I think that if you go out tonight, and enjoy your date, and get a boyfriend, that he's going to feel weird about this good thing we have going and it's going to be over anyway. Tell me.”

You desperately searched for a way out of this situation, but a stronger part of you wanted to simply wrap your legs around him and let him take as much advantage as he could.

You settled for disturbing him.

“Fine. A boyfriend would be able to spank me.”

“Y/N, be serious.”

“I am. I like it. A boyfriend would pull my hair back and make me count as he hit my cute round ass until it turned all red, and I couldn't sit down comfortably anymore. A boyfriend would then kiss it better.”

You'd never spoken about sex with Spencer, and you hoped the vulgarity would force him back to his senses. Instead, he didn't stir, and you had no choice but to continue.

“Another boyfriend benefit would be choking me. I like that, too. Are your hands big enough to wrap around my throat, Spencer?”

“Yes.”

The answer came so quickly and do confidently, you weren't sure you actually heard it outlook until he spoke again.

“What other benefits, Y/N?”

“A… boyfriend would get to cum inside me,” you whispered, suddenly aware of hips rocking into yours slowly as his cock poked up, listening intently to the promises spilling from your lips that you likely should've regretted.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“I want the benefits.”

Your body was hot everywhere he touched you, but he didn't move, didn't follow through on anything just yet. But you were aware of his head moving closer and closer to yours and panicked.

“And what have you done? As my fluffer? To deserve those benefits?”

“What have I done?” He asked, pulling back an inch. Even as his chest rested, flush against yours, your breasts pushed up against him as his hands held yours over your head.

“I-I bought you flowers-”

“Emily buys me flowers, too. So does Penelope. Should I let them be my boyfriend?”

With your hands in use, you took advantage of his distraction and wrapped your legs up and around his waist, rolling your hips up into him.

“I suppose I do like flowers, though. What else?”

“I… We're always t-together?”

“We work together.”

Using the leverage of his weight against yours, you rolled up harder into his hips, grinding into him slowly as you watched his resolve melt away.

“The m-movie nights are-”

“The movie nights where you rut your cock into me while we watch a movie? Friends do that all the time. You're just translating the movie for me after all.”

“Y/N, please don't-”

“Don't say that? Okay. I'll just let someone else hump against my thighs to get off because you're too proud to admit you want to sink your dick into me and pound me?”

“Y/N-”

“Maybe that's why you don't have the boyfriend privileges, Spencer. Because I'm waiting for something, you're too much of a prude to try-”

His lips meet yours before you can finish the thought, and you're not sure whether it's a triumph or a defeat.

After precisely five seconds of his lips on yours, though, you no longer cared.

Releasing your hands gently, he lifted his hips an inch, distracting you enough to force his tongue into your mouth as his hand found its way between your legs.

“Did you really mean it?” He asked between kisses as you rake your hands through his hair, getting lost in him. “About the benefits?”

You allowed yourself to imagine it for a second, Spencer's hands on your throat. His hands on your ass. His mouth buried between your legs.

You moaned into his kiss, and he laughed - actually laughed - as he pulled away.

“Spencer!”

“No, no, please, don't let me keep you from your thoughts, I'll just be down here.”

His fingers reached your clit and he wasn't surprised to find you already wet, legs spread. Snaking another hand to your neck though, he wasn't exactly as opposed to the ideas you'd flung at him as he'd acted.

You gasped as his hand closed around your neck, the prettiest necklace you'd ever worn. You grabbed a hold of his hands as he pulled your underwear off, pushing them down your legs as he gently pushed your legs open wider and replaced his fingers with his tongue.

You curled up on yourself, craving your body to watch him devour your pussy as you tried your best to keep your breaths shallow, to keep breathing entirely as he squeezed your throat.

His tongue licked and flattened, his head bobbing up and down and then stilling as your hips began moving by themselves, letting you ride his face as you moaned and whined and desperately ran towards your climax.

You wrapped a leg around his shoulder, pressing down on his back to keep him in position, grabbing a handful of hair as you jerked against his face, fucking it as he looked up at you through hooded eyes, drinking down every drop of you.

His hold on your neck tightened, and you felt your body shudder as you squeaked out his name, not wanting this to end so soon, needing to feel more of this. He let you ride it out until you were whining in frustration again, hips twitching from the friction of his tongue against your cunt.

Then he pushed away.

He wasn't gone long, but you followed him up. You thought about pushing him down to the couch again, thought about sitting on his pretty boy face and doing it all over again. You thought of turning over and presenting your ass to him, letting him punish you like you'd promised. Your thoughts ceased as quickly as they came when he pulled his cock free of his pants, not even bothering to pull them off fully before pulling you into his lap, lining himself up, and pushing you down onto his hot, hard, lengthy cock.

You swear you would've screamed if his to guess hadn't already claimed your mouth. A good scream. A “holy shit holy shit holy shit” scream. Definitely a “I didn't know it was that big, and honestly I'm a little scared” scream. But overall, a “god that feels so good” scream.

From the lack of movement, you were sure that Spencer was giving you a moment to adjust to his intrusion, and you were thankful as you clung to his neck, hands balling in the material of his shirt on his back.

Although he was bigger than expected, he wasn't uncomfortably large, and you calmed quickly, giving him a quick nod as you buried yourself in his neck, hiding your face to stop yourself from drooling, mouth wide as he tipped you back against the couch pillows, lifting your legs slightly and slipping his hands underneath yous thighs, and began his steady pace of thrusts.

You were sure your world was imploding on itself, that all your senses had ceased except that of touch, and his touch was fire. But you heard the wet, slutty sounds of your pussy welcoming him, you smelt the sweat against his skin, and, opening your eyes, you saw the absolute pleasure blasted against his features as he groaned in your ear.

And before you could form another coherent thought, he'd claimed another boyfriend benefit, as, rocking his hips against yours, he slowed to a stutter as he emptied himself inside you.

“Spencer!!” you moaned, but he wasn't done, spitting on his fingers and finding your clit again as you squealed, twitching and turning and milling his cock with your movements as you found your second release.

You moaned his name again, though it sounded less like his name this time, and more like a definite noise complaint from your neighbours in the morning.

“Spencer?” you asked, still trying to regain your breath as he, once again, collapsed on top of you.

“Mhmm,” he said, slowly pulling out of you, watching the mess you'd made together drip out too, and resisting the urge to push right back into you and go again.

“Was that a friendly fuck, or a boyfriend fuck?”

His eyes snapped to yours again as you continued.

“I just want to give Penelope the correct reason for cancelling on her friend when I text her-”

“I came inside you.”

“So you did.”

“Y/N!”

“.... So that wasn't a fluffer thing, but a boyfriend thing, got i-”

With a kiss, he shut you up again, and you realized quickly that you probably wouldn't have the time to send that text anyway.

[jybyls]

Just keep going || V.C

Masterlist

Synopsis: Pure smut no plot.

Warnings: Smut, G!P Vada, dom!vada, sub!reader, p in v, spanking, begging, dirty talk, unprotected sex.

Words: 880~

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“Fuck !” I moaned loudly as Vada thrust her entire length at once into me. Her parents were away for the week with her little sister for a school trip, so the house is empty and silent.

Well, now it's filled with my moans, Vada's grunts, skin slapping, and wet sounds.

We've been at it for two hours now, because I teased Vada by saying that she couldn't keep fucking me for more than an hour.

Let's just say she proved me wrong.

She's currently behind me, slappping my ass every now and then, giving deep, hard, and slow thrust, which drove me insane.

“Vads pl-please.” Every thrust she gave me came with a slap. Her other hand was pinning me down by my spine.

“Please wha-at, baby ?” She grunts in between her words due to me purposely squeezing her cock, knowing the effect it had on her, it caused her to thrust harder and deeper with a slap so hard I felt it through my body. I hissed at her action. Tears colleted at the corner of me eyes, I opened my mouth to talk, but only moans came out.

“Can't talk, now, huh ?” She teased me. Her right hand wasn't holding my spine anymore, but instead, it was holding my head down. My face was drowning in a pool of my drool. She slapped my buttcheek, groans coming out of her mouth, “Answer me, slut.” The degrading name turn me on more than anything, I gripped the bed sheets so thighly my knuckles turned white. I tried to lift up my head so I could answer her but her hand was holding me down too strongly for me to move, I talked against the mattress, hoping she'll understand, “Please, mo- ore..”

I felt my hair being pulled back aggressively. “What did you say, love ?” She held my hair in a ponytail with her right hand. Meanwhile, her left hand was bruising my hip. She wasn't moving anymore, making me cockwarm her, I could feel every single one of her veins, how her dick was throbbing inside of me, I could feel her chest against my back, her mouth bitting my earlobe, waiting for me to repeat.

“I said.. more, please.” I took a deep breath in between my words. “Yeah, you want more, baby ?” She teased me as if my tight walls weren't giving her enough hints, “Yes, please, I need more, Vada” I begged, holding her hand that usually was on my hip. I tried to move and she surprisly let me do it. I moved my hips forward and backward on her dick.

“Mhm, that's it, baby, fuck yourself on my cock. Good girl.” Her voice got deeper, only making me wetter. I kept fucking myself on her, but it wasn't enough. I needed more. I needed her. I was getting tired, she's been teasing me for hours before that and I can't take it anymore, “Vada, please, fuck me.” My voice cracked, which only made Vada smirk.

“Yeah ? Want me to fuck you, baby ?” She's testing my patience, knowing damn well I don't have any in situations like those, so I gave her what she wanted. “Yes ! Yes, Vada I want you to fuck me. I need you to dick me down. Now, please.” I can't see her but I know she's smiling, definitetly satisfied enough. Her hands grabbed my hips thighly, she immendiatly started to pound into me, not letting me breath for one second.

She took my arm to put it behind my back and held my hand as she kept up with her rentless speed. Her cock hit the perfect spot every time. I let out the most pornographic moans ever heard, Vada groaned loudly after hearing my moans, “Fuck, princess. You like that ?” I know I couldn't talk so I just hummed. I squeezed her hand and her cock at the same time, the sudden action surprised her and made her moaned my name loudly. She let her head fall on my back, I hear her whimpering my name over and over again, her thrust were getting sloppier and her grip was getting loose, all of those clues were telling me she was about to cum.

“Fuck, baby, I'm close. Inside or outside ?” She straighten up, her hips jerk against mine, “Inside, please.” And she did. She shoot her load inside of me, I moaned at the feeling but my moans quickly turned into screams when I realised she didn't stop thrusting.

“Too much, baby ?” She asked. She always makes sure I'm alright and not overwhelmed. “No, not too much. Just keep going, please.” She picked up her pace, determined to make me cum. She added her fingers on my clit, small circles with a strong presure, I knew I wasn't gonna last long.

It only took a few thrusts for me to scream the air out of my lungs. Her name was the only thing I had in mind, the only thing I was saying. I hear her chuckle behind me before hearing her voice speak up, “Hope you're not tired, love, because I'm not done with you.”

We're gonna be up all night.

- 📜🎧🍂 -

A/n: 👀👀

Hope y'all had a good day/night. Love ya <33

[daddyreid]

helping hands.

pairing: daddy!steve harrington x reader, dom!eddie munson x reader (fem/afab reader)

summary: you and steve are having some trouble getting you to fit him, so he takes you to his friend eddie, who is happy to help.

warnings: NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI! porn with little plot, established dom/sub relationship, daddy kink, a bit of dd/lg (no age regression), mentions of losing virginity, extremely desperate reader, fingering, voyeurism, threesome (?), m/m/f, pet names (sweetheart, darling, bunny), kinda size kink (?)

"go ahead, sweetheart. tell eddie what problem we've been having." steve urges you gently, looking sympathetically at your blushing face and then back to his friend.

the words are stuck in your throat when steve first makes the request. you look up at him and whimper, feeling more humiliated with every second that passes.

“it’s okay, y/n. he’s here to help.” steve reassures you, and eddie nods in agreement, giving you a kind and empathetic smile from where he sat on his bed.

"i... i can't take him." you admit quietly, heat rushing through your whole body. you were so embarrassed that it had taken this long, that you had been with steve for months and you still hadn't been able to fit him. steve had been so patient, prioritizing your pleasure over physically fitting inside you, and found lots of other ways to make you feel good (really, really good).

but you wanted more, and you were starting to get fed up with your own body's limitations. luckily, steve's friend eddie was the local BDSM expert, and was more than happy to help when he heard that steve harrington's pretty girl needed some help fitting her daddy.

"you can't take his what, darling?" eddie prods, leaning forward with his hands folded in his lap. he looks at you expectantly, blinking as he waits patiently for your response.

"his cock!" you finally cried. "i want to ride him so bad but i can't fit!" you cover your face with your hands, feeling more embarrassed than ever. steve's hand lands on your back, rubbing soothing circles against the exposed skin.

"ooh," eddie tsk's. "that's no good. we have to fix that, sweetheart." he turns to steve. "we've got to stretch her out, harrington." he said, matter-of-factly. "may i?"

steve turns to you for approval, as you do to him. "i'm scared." you admit, looking into his eyes. "but i want to try. i want to be able to take you." you mumble. steve smiles at your persistence, kissing you on the forehead. "then let's give it a try." eddie pretends to be interested in something on the ceiling while you talk. "alright, munson, be gentle with her. any funny business and i knock your ass out of this trailer, got it?"

"i wouldn't dream of it, harrington." eddie turns to you. "gonna take real good care of this pretty girl." you blush and he gently strokes your cheek, the cool metal of his rings sending a chill up your spine. "can't do it without you, though, harrington- need you to get her warmed up."

steve gladly pulls you into his lap and crashes his lips onto yours, definitely kissing you harder now that someone was watching. eddie bit his lip as he saw you quickly get lost in steve's kiss, whining and grabbing at his shirt for more. you completely forget about your surroundings as your mouths molded together and steve slips his tongue in your mouth, grabbing a fistful of your hair to hold you even closer. you feel your heartbeat moving down your body, the extraordinary passion coming from steve becoming intoxicating. you push yourself down onto his lap, and steve adjusts himself so his knee is inbetween your legs, the denim causing just enough friction against your core.

you whine again, beginning to moan in steve's ear, just loud enough for eddie to hear on the other side of the bed. eddie lets out an involuntary groan, quick to cover it with a barely convincing cough. steve smirks and pulls away from you, his hold on your hair keeping you in place as he turns to eddie.

"she sounds great, doesn't she?" he prompts, raising an eyebrow at his friend. eddie can't take his eyes off of you, your doe eyes staring up at steve impatiently, knuckles turning white as you gripped his shirt in desperation. "you wanna hear for yourself?"

"in a little. keep going." eddie decides, leaning back to watch from a better angle.

steve keeps working his magic on you until you're begging for his touch, trying to push his hands off your hips and onto your belt loops. steve gets the message and slips his hand under the denim of your shorts, his fingers finding their way to the center of your panties. the pads of his index and middle fingers gently brush your core, steve groaning at the feeling of you dripping through the fabric. "fuck, baby." he sucks in through his teeth, pushing slightly more forward. eddie's mouth waters as he imagines what you feel like, growing slightly jealous that steve's hands are the ones in your panties instead of his- but he knows his time is coming, so he waits patiently and chooses to enjoy the show.

"daddy, please." you beg, voice barely above a whisper. "please touch me." you're whimpering, giving steve the biggest puppy dog eyes that you can muster. steve bites his lip to hold in a groan, looking at you with blown pupils and his own flushed cheeks. you look so perfect for him like this, desperate and begging for his touch, willing to let his friend watch because you wanted to fuck him so badly. to put it simply, he felt on top of the world.

"deep breath in, baby." he says, not wanting to deny you any longer, and he lets his middle finger slide through your wetness and into your core, hissing as he feels how unbelievably tight you are. "good girl." he praises as you accept him, letting your head fall back. he takes this as a sign to start moving, and begins slowly pumping his finger in and out of you.

"oh, my god.." you let out a nearly pornographic moan, loving the delicious feeling of steve's finger inside you. your walls aren't used to any type of stretch, and steve's finger reaches spots that you've never felt before. you start to match his rythym, grinding your hips forward and steve can't help his cock from growing so hard that even eddie notices. "good fucking girl." he hisses, eyes blown with lust as he watches you fuck yourself on his finger. "you want another one, baby?"

"yes, please, daddy," you whine as you slowly bounce on his digit. steve begins to get lost in his arousal, as do you, his animalistic instincts taking over at the sound of your mewling voice. he forgets all about the previous incidents and begins sliding a second finger into you, inching his way up to his middle finger. you both should have seen this coming but unfortunately, just as they have too many times before, steve's fingers burn too much, and you have to squeak out your safe word.

steve halts his actions and pulls out of you immediately, quickly wrapping both arms around your frame and pulling you tightly against his heaving chest. he doesn't even glance at eddie, who is also quite worried, but steve is laser focused on you. "are you okay, bunny?" he whispers, stroking your hair with one hand, while the other stays tightly around your waist. you nod into his shoulder, simply frustrated with the growing feeling of deja vu. you groan against steve's skin, trying not to mentally beat yourself up.

meanwhile, eddie is watching intently, doing his best to properly analyze every move you make. "hey, are we all good here?" he asks sincerely as he cocks his head to the side. you nod into steve’s shoulder in response, avoiding direct eye contact with the man on the other side of the bed.

“we can’t continue unless i hear you.” eddie gets serious for a second, reminding you of the rules he set before you three began your session. steve runs your back reassuringly again, and you find the courage to speak.

“yes…. ‘m just embarrassed….” you mumble, finally locking eyes with eddie again. his heart stings as he looks into your desperate and pleading gaze.

"you have nothing to be embarrassed about, sweetheart." eddie smiles warmly. "this is what you came to me for." he shifts his weight, rolling up the sleeves of his leather jacket and leaning forward. "can i try something?" he asks and you bashfully nod. something about eddie made you trust him, and you felt in your heart that he truly wanted to help both you and steve.

you sigh, twitching your nose as you sniffle. "i don't know what's wrong with me..."

"hey, there's nothing wrong with you, darling." eddie interrupts. "i think you need to let that pretty head of yours relax and just focus on your daddy, can you do that for me?" he whispers. you nod again.

eddie motions for steve to turn you around and he obeys, flipping your body so your back is flush against his chest, one of his hands draped across your stomach, the other still underneath your waistband. eddie stays in his spot for the moment, his eyes grazing over you before he tells steve to take off your shorts.

"are you okay with that, sweetheart?" he asks kindly, placing his large, warm hands on your knees. you nod shyly, blushing as steve presses kisses to your neck and begins to slide the denim down your legs. once the material leaves your hips, eddie is biting his lip at the sight in front of him: your pale pink panties with a wet spot spread across the core, the bulge of steve's fingers evident as they wait for eddie's instruction. "panties, too, sweetheart." he gives you a sympathetic smile as you gently lift your hips up and steve removes the fabric, shifting into the perfect position to put you fully on display for eddie. when he's done, your legs are spread, steve's knees keeping them apart, his finger hovering outside your aching cunt. your glistening core is right in front of eddie, leaking desperation onto his bedsheets.

"start again." eddie instructs, and his cock hardens when he sees steve's digit disappear inside of you, reappearing soaked in your wetness. you begin to moan steadily again, you and steve getting lost in your rythym fairly quickly. eddie gets lost in a trance of watching you, your cunt puffy and your head thrown back against steve's shoulder as you whine and moan for him.

eddie leans forward now, his knees pressed against yours. "can i touch you, sweetheart?" steve pauses his motions and presses an extra long kiss against your jaw, whispering barely audible "it's okay" 's into your hair. you decide to tell eddie 'yes' and he grins before springing into action.

his hands immediately land on your breasts, squeezing and kneading them with more force than steve had ever dared try. it feels fantastic, and you're wondering how the thought of playing rough has never crossed your mind. steve resumes fingering you, and the new feeling of pleasure coming from three directions has you panting and groaning between the two men. eddie can tell you're enjoying yourself and reached one hand up to catch your jaw, squeezing just enough to gain control of your movements. he turns your head toward steve, forcing you two to make eye contact as steve pumps in and out of you, directing you to "keep your eyes on your daddy, pretty girl." steve smiles at you, breathing slightly heavy from his pace, but happy to have you so close nonetheless.

eddie pulls away and begins directing steve, but you don't hear him. looking into steve's eyes, every worry you have melts away, leaving you in a blissful state of pleasure and comfort. you don't even realize when steve's ring finger prods your entrance and successfully join his middle. you're so preoccupied in staring at the man you love, you only realize when he begins pumping with both fingers, and you feel your walls stretching around him. you gasp, eyes widening to meet steve's as you look at each other with pure joy and excitement.

"that's two, baby." steve grins proudly at you through thrusts and you giggle, taking a second to press a sincere kiss to his lips as he continues. two of his fingers now hit that spongey spot and you let out a squeak. eddie brings his hands back to your body, one resting on your hip, the other reaching down to find your clit. he begins rubbing slow circles on the button and you sigh, quickly becoming overwhelmed with the pleasure. steve is relentless, your moans fueling every stroke of his hand, biting and sucking on your neck to keep you close. eddie massages your breast with his free hand, the other picking up the pace as he and steve attempt to bring you to release.

"fuck, daddy, eddie," you slur, your toes curling and thighs burning as they work their magic on you. "i think 'm gonna come."

"gonna be a good girl and come for daddy, princess?" steve asks out of habit, biting his lip and angling his palm to thrust into you even deeper. eddie leans forward to suck on the other side of your neck, whispering in your ear:

"come on, sweetheart, soak stevie's fingers." he encourages, and something in you is compelled to do exactly as he says. the coil snaps and you begin to gush all over steve's hand, your juices coating both his and eddie's fingers. "that's it, baby." eddie coos, and steve chimes in; "such a good fucking girl for daddy."

steve is panting as he pulls out of you, immediately bringing his fingers up to his mouth and licking them clean, feeling satisfied as he savors the taste of you.

"you were right, harrington." eddie groans through gritted teeth, eyes completely fixated on you. "she sounds like a dream."

[cheriladycl01]

Best Secret Santa - The Grid x Driver Reader Part 2

Plot: in which everyone wants to have Y/N as their secret Santa because she is the best gift giver and never fails to make peoples day going above and beyond for it!

A/N: A Part 2 was heavily requested! I know it's very far from Christmas but still vibes :)

2024

You smile happily at the camera messing with Max and his cap changing the angle that it was sat on his head.

"So we've got you and Max opening your gifts together this time because of scheduling struggles etc. What an amazing year it has been for Red Bull again. P1 for Y/N the first woman in motorsport to be a World Champion and P3 for you Max. Amazing year, amazing team mates and we look forward to having you together for the next few years!" she smiles and you both nod, Max indicates for you to talk first and you nod.

"Yeah, I'm in shock. It was a difficult year. So many people were strong this year, Lando coming in 2nd. Mclaren had an amazing car this year and the battle was continuous for the whole year and you know I think it was way more enjoyable for fans this year" you smile knowing that some people last year didn't appreciate Red Bull's and Max's domination.

"Yeah you know I agree, I think it was a more difficult year this year as we can tell. I think we'll come back stronger in 2026 with Ford as our partner. But the disparity in race wins this year i can imagine was more enjoyable" Max admits with a nod and a smile at you, pulling you into a side hug, he'd become like your older brother in the time you'd raced with him.

"Yeah of course, and it was a crazy year. Even before the season started we had silly season begin with Lewis confirmed move to Ferrari, then the confirm of the Fredrick Vesti move to Mercedes in 2025. We then had Andretti finally be confirmed in the summer break after being rejected in Feb as a 11th team and Liam Lawson and Theo Pourchaire would join the grid, so for a year that we thought would be solid it really wasn't!" the F1 presenter exclaims looking between the two of you.

"Yeah i think everyone was shocked with everything that went on in February, and how the 2025 line up is looking but you know its a fast paced sport both on and off track" you smile and she pushes yours and Max's presents forward.

"Okay here we go, Secret Santa for Y/N and Max!" Max opens his gift first from Oscar, thanking him.

"Okay my turn! I'm kind of scared!" you say looking at the bag in front of you.

"Well theres another present to come as well but because of what it is, we have to wait to give it to you" the presenter asks and Max side eyes you, looking at your reaction as you reach into the bag.

You reach in pulling out a bag of cat treats and a little fluffy mouse toy. After a second of looking at the camera and presenter confused you turn to your team mate.

"I feel like this is from you..." you laugh, observing the treats and mouse toy. However, next second another F1 team member comes up next to you with a ball of fur in their hands making you flinch in shock.

"Oh my gosh, is that?" you ask looking at the little kitten now being placed in your lap. You look over at Max with tears in your eyes before you fully start to cry.

"Oh Y/N!" Max exclaims pulling you into a hug, not realizing you'd have this kind of reaction.

"I've been saying to Max for so long that I'm really lonely these days when i go home from races!" you smile holding the little grey British short hair cat up to observe him.

You hold him against your chest which he happily nuzzles into falling back to sleep.

"What are you going to call him!" the presenter ask and Max looks over in curiosity.

"My immediate thought was Red Bull, but I think that sounds a little silly. Hmmmm I'll call him Perceval" you smile, kissing the small cheek of the sleepy kitten.

"Is that a shout to Ferrari driver Charles Leclerc?" she smirks and your face reddens a little realizing you have in fact used Charles' middle name for your new cat.

"No, No! He's a British Short Hair, and I feel like Lord Perceval suits him as he's grey and knights wore silver armor!" you explain yourself giggling a little at the end as Max nudges you.

"Thank you so much Max, I don't think I'll be able to part from him so he'll have to come to all of my races with me!" you grin, pulling him into a hug, careful not to squish Perceval who is now rested in your lap.

*Flip*

"And here we have Mclaren driver Oscar Piastri who along with his team mate Lando Norris has had a fantastic year in 2024 and has managed to come P5 this year!" the presenter exclaims looking at Oscar.

“Yeah it's been a great season for Mclaren, you know and I'm really proud of Y/N for everything she's done this year you know not just as a driver but as a woman, she made absolute history today winning and taking the championship. I cant wait for 2025, i think with the new rules its going to be interesting to see how the grid changes up" Oscar smiles.

"Okay, so this is your second secret Santa. Here are the said presents!" the presenter says as a large Christmas themed bag is pushed forward.

He reaches into the bag trying not to spoil it by looking in there taking out the first nicely wrapped gift. He carefully unwraps it seeing a Papaya shampoo and conditioner set.

"Love that we are keeping on brand, it's actually very funny because my girlfriend has this exact shampoo set i think" he says observing it, looking to see if it was in fact Lily's choice for hair wash products.

"That wouldn't shock me, its a good brand and her hair always looks so smooth and shiny!" the presenter offers making Oscar blush a little and grin.

"Mmmm next gift feels a little heavier! Oh wow, a whole cricket set! This is between three people now, this is either Yuki, Lando or Y/N because they are the only people I've told about me getting into this again recently! My trainer and I when we go back to Australia normally will play as part of training!" he says observing the painted bat that was fully personalized to Oscar and what he liked.

"Wait, did Y/N paint this?" he asks looking at little things across the bat, everyone knew Y/N loved art in her free time and would always draw or paint for the drivers and the mechanics.

"You secret Santa did yes!"

"Then is has to be Y/N, i don't think anyone has the level of skill Y/N does!" he exclaims before placing the bat down lightly and moving onto the next gift.

"No way" he laughs pulling out a shirt that has that one smiley beluga cat meme on it that everyone compares Oscar to and a picture of Oscar smiling next to the cat.

"This is 100 percent Y/N, she is always saying i look like this damn cat!" he laughs.

"Okay final present is a bit of a odd one because we actually have to show you an announcement video... to show you the present. You've really got into Valorant recently correct?" the presenter asks and he nods with a confused look in his eyes, having no idea what's going on.

"Yeah, I've played COD for as long as i can remember with Logan, and I started playing with Lando. But Lando suggested Valorant with his friend Max who started to play it more. It's my fav game now!" he explains.

"Okay well here is the official announcement Riot will be posting in 3 weeks, first teaser to come tomorrow!" she exclaims before turning the laptop round to him.

On the screen it shows the head of riot talking about partnerships of 2025.

"As Red Bull very kindly sponsor us and our championship competitions, we are giving back by collaborating with Formula One Red Bull driver Y/N Y/L/N. She has created an agent with help of our graphic design team" he says and Y/N smiles.

"This is the second Australian Agent to come to the Agent Line-up and I'm very excited to be able to dedicate new Controller agent Ozzy to my close friend and fellow driver Oscar Piastri, he has been playing Valorant for quite a while so the character design is based off him" you explain after a cut in the video.

"Now please enjoy some gameplay footage of the new Australian Agent!" you say before it cuts to the reveal of the agent. And to Oscar's shock, the character does look a lot like him, its actually uncanny.

"This is such an amazing gift, I honestly don't know where she pulls all these ideas from... its insane how much she cares and listens to people. She's actually the sweetest person ever and I'm so happy to be able to drive with someone like her" Oscar smiles before the video moves to the next person.

2025

"Now unfortunately this wasn't a great season for you, or for team mate Max was it!" the presenter smiles sadly. You'd come P6 in the constructors while Max had come two above you in P4.

"Yeah I mean Ferrari really flew this season with two great drivers like Lewis and Charles, coming P1 and P2, obviously the Mclaren was just as quick if not quicker than last year so Lando is P3, Obviously Max in P4, the Mercedes was very quick this year hence George in P5. It was a risk with the new rules and using Ford as the supplier and the things we've got wrong we know what they are and we've fixed them for 2026 and I think we'll have better year" you sigh. Max was more consistent than you this year, but you were the only Red Bull driver to take a win this year, it was a rough year considering your 3 years of victories prior, but like Christian had said to the both of you, you live and you learn.

"That's amazing to hear! How do you feel Lewis getting his 8th?"

"I think his time in Mercedes had come to and end and I don't find it shocking that he's changed Ferrari for the better and will pave the way for Charles to become a World Champion!" you explain and she nods before pushing a bag lightly towards you.

"Onto more fun things, its that time of year that we all cannot wait for, its Secret Santa 2025!"

The bag was large but as she pulled the presents out she could see that they were wrapped awfully. She tried not to laugh as she separated out the gifts on the table observing each one.

"Okay, I'm liking the choice of paper, it's very festive. I'm going to have to give the person who wrapped these a wrapping lesson at some point though!" you giggle a little before tearing into number one.

"Omg! tickets to go see Captain America: Brave New World!" you exclaim.

"This either has to be my good friend Esteban Ocon, as a fellow MCU enjoyer or its my little brother on track, ie Mr America himself Logan Sargeant!" you ask looking up to the presenter who just giggled.

"Okay, next present is holy shit, tickets to Disney World!" you look up in shock.

"Look on the back who you are going with" she smiles.

"Tickets for me, you, Oscar and Lando! Logan oh my gosh you are so sweet you are literally the best person ever! Merry Christmas and I'll see you behind me on track in 2026!" you exclaim before the cameras cut out.

*Flip*

"George it's been a fantastic year for you coming in P5, and beating last years world champ! How does it feel?" she asks.

"Yeah, i think Y/N is a brilliant driver and its unfortunate Red Bull had as many faults as they did but that just goes to show how with her and Max it's not just the car its the driver as well. I think i would have quit half way through the season if i had as many issues as they did. But that just goes to show their resilience!" George says politely.

"Okay well, It's gift giving season and your secret Santa has most defiantly treated you!"

"Holy shit" he says turning to his left seeing the massive wrapped box and then a smaller bag next to it.

"I'm going to open the big one first!" he exclaims looking at it greedily.

"Of course you are" the interviewer laughs shaking their head.

"This is like, really expensive. No way!" he scans, after having torn the cardboard away from the state of the art bike sat in front of him, everyone knew George liked cycling, so this was a very nice gift.

"Oh and LOOK! It has mine and Alex numbers added together on it" he observed running his hand over the cyan colours, making out as though its a piece of art!

"Okay next one, is these two in this little bag, we have... ooo this is pretty heavy! It's oh okay its a book, The Art of George Russell: Every Shirtless Photo of George Russell!" he introduces before flicking through it showing the book to the camera, there was little personalized annotations on each photo inside.

"I love this so much, I know its Y/N whose got this for me because she has such a unique and interesting sense of humor, hmmmmm there's got to be another joke" he says before reaching further into the bag to pulling out a smaller and lighter gift.

"A Williams hat, and a .... Brazilian Flag Key Chain. Even though these are Y/N's joke presents they are always still so thoughtful. My time in Williams taught me so much that I carried through into Mercedes with me and Brazil was my first Win in Formula One, and it was really just special to me!" he exclaims smiling, placing the hat on his head before adding the key chain to his set of keys that he fished from his back pocket.

"Okay, last present George!" the presenter exclaims shoving a bigger bag towards him that had a bow tying it together.

He pulls open the bag spotting a few different unwrapped items.

"OH! This is a glamping set! Carmen has been begging and begging me for ages to take her camping in the Lake District as I used to do it all the time when we were kids, I tried to explain to her she wouldn't like camping as it gets kind of dirty. So this whole set is perfect!" he admits, looking through the tent, the air mattress and all the other little bits and bobs alongside it.

"Thank you so much for all of this Y/N i really really appreciate it all. I cant thank you enough!" he grins.

2026

"What a phenomenal year its been, we've had Lewis gain his 9th WDC, Y/N 2nd, Charles 3rd, Lando 4th and Max 5th!" the presenter smiles over to you.

"Yeah, I think we majorly fixed the issues we have last year, but I think we've still got some way to go and you know progress doesn't happen in one season so the on look for 27 is gonna be great!" you grin.

"Okay now it's all our favorite time of the year! It's secret Santa!" she comments and hands you the bag.

"Hmmmm, okay first gift these are..." you says as you pull out a wooden box with a carving on the top. You open it pulling on the metallic latch in the edge and spot inside custom chopsticks that had a red dragon going up the length.

"Oh woah, these are so beautiful, this has to be Mr Zhou Guanyu!" you grin holding them up to the camera holding your hand behind them as if you were one of the beauty influences showing of a blush or lipstick.

"Influencer era" you say making sure they could see every angle of them!

"Wait, can you guys get me anything I can test try them with?" you ask and you wait a little before some brings you out some dishes you could use your new chopsticks with.

"Mmm this is delicious!" you exclaim, and quickly finished up the food they'd provided you with.

"Omg these are crystals! Zhou and I were talking about these and the differences in meanings of the minerals"

You would always wear a good luck necklace in your races that got approved by the FIA when you first started racing. Everyone on the grid knew that you were into crystals and zodiacs, you'd have long conversations with Lando about the western Zodiac signs, and how him being a Scorpio worked well with your Y/S/S.

"These are really beautiful gifts, thank you Zhou! I absolutely love them and I will be sure to use the crystals at every race!" you grin smiling into the camera.

*Flip*

"Liam... Liam this will be your second secret Santa, you've had an amazing year in Racing Bulls and we cant wait to see what you do next year!" the presenter smiles looking towards the younger male.

"It's been a great second season in F1, I think after my years as a reserve driver i was starting to doubt myself but I'm glad that I'm here and racing!" he smiles back at her.

"Okay, so with your secret Santa, it's a little complicated. We're going to have to take you somewhere else to show you one of your presents. But here are the first few!" she smiles handing him a medium sized bag.

He reaches in taking out the first present which is a Lightening McQeen plushie.

"Ahhh, i think a lot of the drivers know my love for the man and legend himself, the reason i got into racing so this could be anyone” He reaches back into the bag to pull out a Red Bull team member top and water bottle.

"Oh!" He looks up in shock before laughing.

"This is definitely Y/N! She's helped me a lot through out the season and is helping me to progress each day! Thank you so much Y/N"

“Okay now if you’d kindly follow us, with this blind fold on we will lead you to the next present!” The presenter says offering him a blind fold. Off camera they walk him to the hotel elevator and out to the car park.

In front of him stands a red Chevrolet, with the number plate LM95 RBR which could either stand for Liam or the initials of his idol Lightening McQueen, with the cars number after it and then RBR for Red Bull Racing. Little did people know that you’d pulled a Lewis Hamilton 24.

Lewis was retiring after 28 season. He’d told you earlier, as it still wasn’t public knowledge. And Ferrari had come to you about the replacement, at first you were thinking you didn’t want to leave Red Bull, but a chance at Ferrari was everyone’s dream in this sport.

So you would be driving for Ferrari from 2029 onwards with Charles Leclerc as your partner, who also wasn’t aware about the move.

Obviously you had to tell the red bull team you were leaving and had pushed them to sign on Liam Lawson as their second driver, push him to be the new Max Verstappen and eventually take that number 1 seat when Max retires.

This is why you’d done the tease of the red bull merch towards Liam, and that’s why he looked shocked in the camera because you both were some of the only people aware.

“Okay you can take the blindfold off” the presenter says and he does, and tears build up in his eyes as he sees the custom painted red car in front of him. It was an older model, one that he could modify and make better which made it such a good gift as Y/N new he liked fixing cars as a hobby.

“This is probably the best gift and most thoughtful thing I’ve ever received! Oh my gosh I wish she was here right now” he says a little overwhelmed as he looks at the car.

“But I am, get in loser we’re going shopping” you shout sticking your head out the passenger side window of the car before you open the door getting out.

Liam runs over to you, pulling you into a huge hug thanking you for the gift. Cameras cut as the two of you inspect the car, pointing little details out that he may have missed.

2027

“What a season it’s been phenomenal we’ve had Charles Leclerc get his first WDC, we had Lando come 2nd with an insanely quick McLaren and he gave us a further contract extension till 2030 in his Papaya team! And you Y/N in 4th just a point behind Lewis Hamilton and a point ahead of George Russell. Great season! How do you feel!”

“Yeah I’m feeling great, there are so many names on the grid right now that it’s really spiced up the races and is having some great battles for podiums out there causing all kinds of wins! I’m proud of what we’ve done in Red Bull and can’t wait for another year!” You grin.

“Okay as usual onto presents, now this is an interesting one and I think you will enjoy who your Santa is!” She grins leaning in her hand as she watches you open it.

“Lots of Ferrari Merch, so it’s either Lewis or Charles, I want to lean towards Charles as the WDC this year! But you never know, is Lewis even in it this year? Oh my gosh did he rejoin?” You ask in shock!

“Okay what else have we got here, oh my gosh it’s a fucking Birkin bag!” You scream looking at the camera in shock. Obviously you were friends with everyone on the grid, it was just in your nature. So obviously you got talking to people about what you did and didn’t like. And when you were taking to Lewis, Carlos, Lando and Charles before a post race interview panel, you all got talking about fashion trends you liked. Hence the very expensive Birkin in front of you.

“This has to be from Lewis, but Charles was at the conversation where we talked about this bag, oh my this is difficult” you exclaims before you finalise its Lewis and you make a gesture of excitement for getting it right.

“Thank you everyone and a goodnight, I’m going to sexily walk away with my Ferrari merch tucked inside the Birkin” you whisper up close to the microphone before they capture you walking off in style.

*Flip*

“Carlos Sainz, you’ve been phenomenal in Audi this year how is the car staring to feel?” The presenter asks.

“Yea, I think you know in one season you cannot expect to get it right, but now that it’s our second year it’s coming along really nicely and I can see us being difficult for the 2028 season ahead” he explains well PR trained and ready for anything.

“Okay Secret Santa time! Let’s go” they say after continuing the small Audi on the ride debate.

“Yes I’m excited I see lots of presents for me, which can only mean uno persona, mi Amiga Y/N!” He exclaims and the presenter just rolls her eyes knowing people at this point know if they’ve been lucky and got you or if they have anyone else because of the vast presents around them!

“Okay well let’s see what Y/Ns got for you”

He proceeds to open a medium sized gift which is a jar of chilis that makes him laugh, as he observes the jar carefully.

“I shall give these to mi madre for cooking, she makes the best food with these chilis you’ll have to come try some time Y/N” Carlos says sending a wink towards the camera that fans would later go wild over.

“Oh this is heavier oh, oh it’s golf clubs and shoes, these are mmmm how does Lando say it, ‘lush’? Is that the word im looking for?” He asks coolly as he inspects the present.

He looks behind him, to see what looks to be just cardboard wrapped around something, he deems it in his head to be a canvas.

As he tears of the cardboard and bubble wrap, he’s met with a paining by you that he looked at and assumed must have taken you hours, of him stood by his race car for each year he had in F1. It was a huge canvas, one that looked like it belonged on a wall in a museum, the art on it did too.

“This is, wonderful. I don’t think I’ve seen something so good since Picasso himself” he admits continuing to look over the painting.

“Thank you for all of these gifts, I truly love them!” He admits.

2028

“So this year felt like 2024 all over again, we had the retirement of Lewis, and you are taking his seat in 2028 alongside Charles Leclerc in Ferrari, how does that feel Y/N!” The presenter asks and you smile.

“I think if you ask any driver what team they’d love to drive for before they leave it will always be Ferrari so the fact that I have the opportunity to drive for them in the next few years and try to win a championship again with them, I’d be honoured” you admit smiling.

“And now we know what last years secret Santa really meant for you when you gave Liam Lawson Red bull gear knowing he’d be driving for them in 2029 and last year, no wonder Lewis gave you his Ferrari merch, it’s because you are taking over his seat!” she asks and you just laugh and nod.

“We’ve had a fantastic year we’ve seen Lando take his first WDC, with Y/N coming in 2nd really trying to show her new team she is ready for them! While her team mate Max Verstappen didn’t have an amazing season coming in 7th” they answer and you clap and praise Lando saying how far he had come and how proud you were on him and how it was such an honor to drive on track with him.

“Okay anyway onto secret Santa Y/N!” She exclaims pushing a small bag towards you.

You grin opening it up, to be met with …. A bottle of WKD…

Very random.

“Okay so WKD is like a teen/young adult alcohol in the UK, so my thoughts would be on Lando, or like George maybe??” You ask before the interviewer has an evil and mysterious giggle on.

“So your secret Santa when you found out it was you, got a little nervous. So he prepared this recording for you, and one final present” the interviewer says before turning the laptop to you and shocking you see …

“Charlie?!! He’s my secret Santa?” You ask in shock.

“Hello Y/N, I will admit I panicked when I was given your name in secret Santa, I’ve had a crush on you since way back in the karting days when I first met you. So, as your secret Santa, my other gift to you, is a date with me! I also hope you like the final present I made for you! I cannot wait to be your team mate, and maybe more if I’m lucky in the future”

The camera pans back to you and your face in bright red, an unflattering blush in your already sun kissed face.

“Here’s the other present” the presenter says tentatively pushing forward a neatly wrapped presents, the work for sure of Pascale Leclerc.

You open up the contents finding the original CD case you’d give him, for his secret Santa back in the day. You open it up seeing a cd and a slip of paper fall out. On the paper we’re all the song titles which had something to do with you, or your career.

He’d quiet literally placed your life inside songs …. And that was quiet the gesture.

“What a whirlwind of a year 2029 will be huh!” You joke before the cameras cut off!

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[alloftheimaginesblog]

something sugary {alex karev}

Plot: Reader has diabetes and Alex always keeps a stash of sugary food and drink for them in his locker.

requested by anon

Character: Alex Karev x Female Reader

Alex nudged your side for the third time in the span of twenty seconds. You shot him a dirty look, "Stop," you hissed under your breath.

Bailey pulled a look of 'shut your mouth right now or I'll kill you' at the two of you but still, ten seconds later, Alex nudged your side, "Are you feeling alright?" He asked quietly, "You're looking a little clammy..."

You looked at him, feeling a rather large surge of anger bubble inside you, "Alex, you're a piece of-" and then you realised that he was right. You'd been feeling rather warm for the last five or so minutes and when you stopped to listen to your body, you felt sluggish and a little shaky. You were having a hypo. "-shit!" You cursed as you began to feel the familiar tendrils of a hypo taking over your body. It had a way of sneaking up on you and then making you go down fast. You had to check your bloods and get something sugary into your body and fast.

Bailey, who'd been in the middle of telling you about a patient, raised her eyebrows, "Excuse me?"

"Sorry, Doctor Bailey, I need to go check my levels, think I might be-"

She flapped a hand at you, "Alright, go, go!"

You rushed out of the room quickly, trying to get to your locker before the hypo got worse. You always kept your kit on you but the snacks were always stored in your locker (or the vending machine since you usually forgot to get more) - maybe not the most ideal but that's the way it had to be. You'd been so preoccupied with getting out that you hadn't realised someone else left behind you.

By the time you got to the locker room, you felt rather worse for wear. A dull headache was spreading across your forehead that was slick with sweat and your body felt like one more step forwards would cause it to collapse. Despite that, you pushed through and sat on the bench. You needed to know your levels, as you did this, you barely processed the fact that Alex Karev had now joined you in the locker room and was rifling through his locker for something.

2.2mmol/L flashed on screen.

"Shit," you whispered before standing and going to your own locker but before you could, Alex caught your wrist and twirled you round. Annoyed, you snapped, "Alex, I don't have time for-"

He pushed something into your hands, "Eat." You frowned at him and then looked down at what he'd put in your hands... Candy?

"What is this?"

"Shut up and eat," he rolled his eyes, "I told you that you looked funny, you're having a hypo. Something sugary is what you need. Eat."

You didn't question him again and instead sat down on the bench and began to eat a few of the sour candies he'd given you. He sat next to you in silence.

As you ate, you could feel the headache ease off a bit and you didn't feel as warm, "How did you know?"

"I'm a Doctor, genius."

You rolled your eyes, "Seriously, Alex, how did you know?"

He shrugged, "We've been doing this together for like a year. I know when you're having a hypo or you're about to. It's why I've stashed so much sugary stuff in my locker for you."

It took you a moment to process what he'd just said. He'd been observing you enough to know when you were in a hypo and he kept snacks in his locker for you? You and Alex were friends, barely. He was an asshole half the time but sometimes, in rare moments, you connected. You liked to drink with him, he had the wildest stories and could always make you laugh.

"Alex..."

He gave you a small smile, "Don't mention it but maybe you should lay off calling me a piece of shit and just let me help you instead, yeah?"

"... Why do you keep snacks in your locker for me?"

"Give me your locker key." He held out his hand and you gave him your keys. He stood and moved to your locker before swinging it open. Inside, you had a few changes of clothes, some skin care, shampoo, tampons but no snacks, "Like I said, we've been working together for a year. I know that even though you're one of the best Doctors I know, you're hopeless at keeping on top of buying yourself snacks to keep in work. Too many times I've seen you send O'Malley to the vending machines." He shrugged, "I thought I'd keep a stash for easiness."

You were touched. You were insanely appreciative of Alex Karev in this moment, your heart surged and felt rather full and warm inside, "Alex, I don't know what to say."

He shook his head, "It's alright," he sat beside you again, "here, let me check your levels." He took your hand and you let him. You were a little too shocked to stop him if you wanted to but you'd never felt this seen before, least of all by Alex Karev. You watched him in awe as he expertly pricked your finger and took your levels, "There," he grinned, "Perfect."

He packed your kit away and handed it back to you and dug around in his scrub pocket to pull out another key, "It's my spare locker key." He looped it onto your keychain and you noticed it had AK in Sharpie on either side, "If you ever need sugary stuff, help yourself... it's all for you anyway."

"Thank you, Alex," you said softly. Your cheeks felt hot again but not because of a hypo but more so because you didn't know what to do now. Having him be here, having him care for you like this... it sent your heart and stomach into a frenzy and you weren't sure how to react now.

He rolled his eyes as he laughed, "What?" He asked, "I give you candy and that's got you all blushing and shy? What would you be like if I took you on a real date, mm?" He was teasing but there was a genuine question under the humour. A date - a real date with him. He was testing the waters, wanting to gauge your reaction to him saying that.

You laughed, not freaked out or disgusted at all by his suggestion, "You need to work harder to get a date with me, Karev," you stood up and the two of you began to walk back to the elevators.

"Yeah? Name your price, I'll do it."

"Coffee, every morning for the next two weeks. Not crappy hospital coffee-"

"Nah, you want the real stuff from that coffee shop across the road. I've seen you in there before your shift starts." You nodded in agreement. Alex smiled, "Easy, done."

You saw a completely different side to Alex Karev that afternoon and it didn't stop there. Once you'd seen it once, you'd seen his softer side one hundred times. You began to see him just like he had seen you. And yes, for the next two weeks, he got you coffee and a muffin every morning (and then every morning afterwards also).

[eroguron0nsense]

Perhaps my brain isn't braining or I'm assigning undue significance to this but I kinda feel like One Piece seemed to shift more toward exploring what real familial love means or looks like after the timeskip? We get Ace's death, the postwar arc, and Luffy coming to the conclusion that despite having lost both of his brothers, he's still got the Straw Hats and he can move forward with his ragtag crew of siblings, Team Mom and Dad, and an eccentric skeleton Uncle, and then right after that, we get several arcs defined overwhelmingly by either the destruction or salvation of various families.

One of the main inciting incidents–if not the inciting incident–of all the political intrigue inherent to the Fishman Island arc is the assassination of Otohime and its ramifications for Shirahoshi and the entire Ryugu Kingdom (not to mention Luffy trying really fucking hard to imitate Ace and be a big brother to Shirahoshi and Surume as a means of processing his own loss).

Dressrossa's where we first see a true perversion of all the lovely found family tropes that have long been established in One Piece (villains have destroyed families but few if any are depicted as having one in the same way Luffy does; pre-time skip villains are more likely to be loners or self-interested tyrants and their followers aren't really referred to as "family"), giving us self fashioned patriarch in Doffy who completed the destruction of his bio family and spent the rest of his life building a grotesque, failed imitation of it through manipulating and indoctrinating a group of followers he doesn't truly care for, only to be brought down by a combination of his brother's final actions, the little boy Cora saved and loved, the bonds of the Riku family he brutalized, the brothers of the guy whose devil fruit he acquired and tried to entrap his enemies with, and an actual Found Family Crew who genuinely love each other and are willing to sacrifice for each other in a way Doffy cannot possibly understand.

The entirety of WCI involves almost every conceivable permutation of multiple families plotting against, exploiting, abusing, and defiantly loving each other, from Judge discarding any hope he ever had of having an actual family that could love him by literally stripping away their ability to do so in the name of facism/conquest, to Chiffon betraying her abusive mom for her loving husband and in-laws, to Linlin being failed by every parental figure in her life and constructing the most bizarre, fundamentally horrifying political/military structure out of her army of bio children.

Wano's main villain is also an abusive father and tyrannical crew leader, and that does, in fact, contribute to his eventual downfall, but more to the point, the arc opens and closes with the initial destruction and eventual restoration of the Kozuki family in Momo, Hiyori, and Sukiyaki, Luffy's kinship with Momo and Tama, circling back to reminders of Ace yet again (for the third arc so far) and Hiyori literally closing out the arc mirroring her father's catchphrase/dying words (and to a lesser extent, plot fuelled by the destruction of the Kurozumi clan). By the time we end what I personally consider to be Part 2 of One Piece, Luffy's family has picked up another uncle, he's been confronted repeatedly with the spectre of his brother and come out stronger for it (also filling the big brother role for multiple characters), he's reunited with Sabo, and has confronted and defeated multiple villains who act as the antithesis to everything One Piece has told us so far about the joy and love and unity that the Straw Hats and their friends and true families exemplify. And by the time he tells everyone his real dream and shares what he'd previously only told Ace, Sabo, and Shanks, it feels like we've finally gotten some closure for Marineford

[yassminesboo]

Lookism chapter 514: little rant

This is stupid as fuck at this point, genuinely one of the worst lookism chapters i've read so far.

I've been here since 2020, I've felt a lot of things when reading lookism, excitement, giddiness, sadness, suspense but never have i ever felt actual "what the fuck is going on" rage ever while reading lookism.

Nothing in this whole "hunt for gun" arc makes sense, like literally nothing adds up. first we've got the ENTIRE verse assembling like the avengers to take down gun, like we're talking extras that haven't appeared in years. Then these seemingly amazing strong characters that went through so much character development and training arcs get the floor wiped with them, absolutely erasing all the progress they've made so far and get taken down within literally three panels. Not to mention how they deal fatal blows and this man hits super saiyan poses and gets up like nothing happened? Then he proceeds to randomly and casually plunging off a cliff above the mountain forest and lands on the highway in 0.00001 sec mid fight without taking any fall damage whatsoever and gets right back to swinging.

Anyways fast forward to the ridiculous fight he had with johan, which i find to be absolutely ridiculous johan should have 100% won that and the fight should'nt have been prolonged that much, not only was johan in perfect health and his vision was restored, but gun was also getting more and more "tired" and his state was pitiful. But SOMEHOW he still won that. Okay. Cool.

And now fast forward to today's chapter: gun's DUMBASS turns down goo's offer and now they're fighting. So naturally you'd expect gun to lose because goo is relatively equal (as stated multiple times by the narrative) to gun, and gun is in a pitiful state broken arm basically became a flesh and bones smoothie, not to mention his organs must have turned into slime from the amount of hits he has taken. His left eye is popped and bloodshot, his neck is sliced, he even has CLAW marks down his lower torso and forearm, excessive blood loss and nasty bruising everywhere... so obviously goo who is 100% in good shape and is proven to be a very powerful and impactful character will win right? Haha.

*internally screaming throwing up sobbing rolling on the floor in rage and despair*

HOW THE FUCK DID HE END UP ON THE FLOOR SQUISHED LIKE A BUG WITH A SWORD PIERCING THROUGH HIM???? The whole fight made me ENRAGED, i lost it when he blocked the sword with his mouth AND bit it off like are we sure we're still in a slice of life manhwa and not a horror one? I lost it even more when his mouth that was torn ear to ear because of the sword magically healed in the next panel like nothing happened, like that sword didn't just cut through his flesh. Speaking of swords cutting through flesh, how did goos sword sharp enough to cut through metal and concrete walls get stuck on his ankle? Dies this man have titanium bones or something?? How did the sword get stuck on the FLESH not even the bone itself. And the fact that he just walked it off again like nothing happened.. somehow goo only landed like two clean hits and gun magically dodged all the other ones.

Then PTJ proceeds to pull up the double suicide to end the fight in which BOTH goo and gun were stabbed but goo somehow is the one who ends up being squished on the floor like a bug.

This is unacceptable, idk wth ptj was expecting us to get hype after gun some fucking how is capable of weaseling himself out of every corner he's backed up to this is starting patterns that are very similar to jjk.. which i don't like at all. I'd like to say for the one billionth time again that PTJ writing gets progressively worse from the years, which only consists of stalling and dragging the arcs instead of moving on to other plot points, extreme plot armor, adding in an unbelievable number of minor characters, background characters, and extras just to neglect them after a few chapters. Some characters who supposedly were from the "main cast" were gone for YEARS dude, and the lacking female character writing (some may argue with this because it is true there are female characters that are badass and are really good written, but most are created only for the purpose of helping a certain male character with character development. Which he literally directly says on his author note for viral hit in which he says all the female characters form the main cast even the nurse were created for romantic interest, which is an insane thing to say.)

Anyhow, if you've read this far thank you for coming to my ted talk 😓. I know some things i said might be controversial but i just needed to let out some steam, because this is getting ridiculous. Everyone can see the pattern now like there is no way that he's so overpowered that the entirety of the verse wasn't able to take him down.

[whoreforred]

Meetings

Summary: During a meeting your mission gets canceled. Your night is suddenly freed up and Natasha knows just how she wants to spend it.

Warnings: NFSW! powerbottom!natasha, top!reader, strap on, oral, porn without a plot

WC: 1.7K

AN: Need her. Need her bad. Hi! I need her.

Another boring meeting. It's almost like they were trying to make this one more monotonous than the last. Presentation after presentation. Updates on current missions as well as new intel accrued. 

You drilled your fingers on the edge of the large glass table and glanced over to Natasha. She had her arms crossed; eyebrows slightly furrowed as she zeroed in on what the agent at the front of the room was saying. You couldn't believe someone could look so effortlessly beautiful. That red hair did something to you...

Just then Natasha's focused look turned to one of disbelief, "what?" She said to the agent at the front of the room.

You remembered that you were in a meeting and turned your attention to the annoyed agent who repeated himself, "The director has postponed the mission to recon a potential hydra base. But we can still go over the- '' you stopped listening. That was supposed to be your mission that you were leaving for tomorrow. Natasha shot you a glance and winked before looking away again. It seemed you both knew what you wanted to do with this sudden change in schedule.

The meeting droned on for another hour. The second the projector flickered off and everyone was dismissed, Natasha walked over to you and whispered in your ear "I'll be in my room". At her raspy statement a shiver went down your spine. Thank god for a day off.

You lost Natasha in the hustle between agents going in and out of the room. Not that it mattered, you knew where she was going. You picked up your papers and notebook and went back to your room to grab some things. 

You made your way over to Natasha's room and lightly knocked to make your presence known. You opened the door before she could say anything. The second the door got more than a few inches open, a hand appeared in front of your face and viciously grabbed your shirt collar. Your body fell forward as the hand roped you into the room. The door slammed shut as your body fell back against it, now with a certain assassin pushing flush against you.

She moved her hand from your collar to your throat, where she used the pad of her thumb to pull your chin down to her. Her green eyes bore into yours and she inched forward until you could feel her breath hit your lips.

"It's been a while since we've had a whole night to ourselves" Natasha breathed out. Your hands came to meet her hips, one going rogue to squeeze her ass. She let out a small gasp at the feeling.

You lowered your head until you were right next to her ear. "Even more of a reason to fuck you senseless." You growled into her ear. At that comment Natasha eagerly slammed her lips against yours. You pulled one of her legs up so you could slide a leg between hers. Once her heat made contact with your thigh Natasha almost melted into the floor. You chased a swooning Natasha with your lips but quickly pulled her back up by her hips.

She continued grinding into you and sloppily moving her lips against yours. Having Natasha completely at your will made you feel lightheaded. You kept your lips attached to hers and moved your hands under her shirt. The feeling of your cold hands on her heated skin made Natasha moan into your mouth. You felt goosebumps begin to rise on the sides of her rib cage. You loved seeing her body react to you.

As you began to run your hands along every curve of her back she was practically clawing at your biceps, holding on for dear life.  She let her tongue find your lips, beckoning for entrance, which you happily obliged. The kisses continued to deepen until you thought the red head was on the verge of collapse. Just before that moment you scooped her up and carried her to her bed.

Natasha protested with whines because she was so close to reaching her high, but you knew this would be a long night. You set her down on the edge of the bed and lifted her shirt off haphazardly. Before you had a chance to reach around her, Natasha had already unclasped her bra and pulled you on top of her. You kissed down the sides of her neck, licking along the line of her jaw and ran your hands up and down her rib cage once more, just slow enough to drive her crazy. Her hips left the bed trying to find comfort in yours, desperate for you to touch her where she needed you. 

You finally let your hands drift to her breasts and place kisses along her collarbones. She pulled you into her as if you were going to float away at any second. She let out a small “please” that made you grin into her skin. You had never known a more patient person in your life, until she was under you that is.

You moved down her body while littering her belly in open mouthed kisses. You could feel her abs flexing under you in anticipation. Your fingers grabbed the hem of her pants and slid them down while your lips continued running across her hips, then her thighs. Natasha sat up on her elbow and ran one hand through your hair, effectively moving it out of your face so she could see you better. You locked eyes with her as you pulled her underwear down in a swift fashion. She whined as she watched your hand come up to meet her core. You ran your fingers through her folds, collecting her slick like it was pure gold. She moaned at the sensation and bucked her hips which made you grab onto her with one hand to keep her pinned down to the bed.

You lowered your head and let your tongue run one big swipe through her opening. At that she fell back down onto the bed with a grunt and attached both her hands to your head, pinning you to her. You began to lick at her nub and reached one hand up to hold her breast. Natasha moaned so loud you had to silently thank Tony for the soundproofing in her room. She grunted profanities as you continued eating her out like your life depended on it. She held onto one of your hands as she began to reach climax. Her grip tightened and her muscles contracted sporadically as her face screwed up into one you have seen many times before. You kept your tongue moving in the same pattern until she became completely undone and clasped her shaking thighs around your head like a vice.

You licked up her juices before crawling back up her body to meet her lips. She moaned into your mouth when she tasted herself on your tongue. When she had come down completely, she began undressing you. Your shirt flew off in record time and her hands expertly undid your belt. You got up off of her to rid yourself of the rest of your clothes while you looked for Natasha’s favorite strap. You found the harness and began putting it on, still trying to catch your breath from your efforts. 

Nat drank some of the water on her nightstand while she raked her eyes over your figure. She didn’t fail to notice the sweat glistening on your skin and the way your biceps flexed. She sat up and purred, “Come here”. You walked over to her while holding the harness that was only halfway put on, not knowing what she wanted. You watched as she grabbed it out of your hands and started tightening it to your hips. She moved to kiss your neck while she finished attaching the toy to you. Once she was done, she pulled you onto the bed and climbed on top of  you. You watched on with eager eyes as she moved with such grace. Her legs came to straddle both your hips while she stared with hooded eyes.

She took both your hands and placed them on her hips gently. The sight before you had you completely entranced. While you were in your own little world you failed to notice that she was sinking down on your length in the most sensual way possible. Once she met the base with her core, she leaned down to kiss you much more passionately than earlier. The deep kisses had your head spinning, then she began to slowly grind and you swore your head was going to burst into flames.

She continued picking up the pace, albeit slowly, and you let your nails scrape light marks into her back. Her grunts and low moans disappeared in your mouth as the cock slid in and out of her. Her movements quickened and her hips lost a little bit of their rhythm, so you moved to grab her ass and help her move with the fervor she was craving. Your hips began to buck up to meet her in perfect sync. The rough pace made her stop kissing you to lay her head on the crest of your neck; her entire body reaching a high that kept her from being able to do much else than let you take her.

Her moans and hot breath met your ear signaling that she was close. You snapped your hips, begging your muscles to not fail before she had her release. Nastasha let out a crippling moan and her body shook above yours. You kept moving to work her through her orgasm and felt her juices coat your thighs. Natasha tapped your chest lightly to let you know she needed a second. You laid there for a minute while rubbing her back and felt content enough to die. 

"Round two?" She murmured while running her thumb over your jaw. You were going to be sore tomorrow.

[ninii-winchester]

Unveiled Sorrows (Part 2)

Pairing : Dean Winchester X Reader, Sam Winchester x Reader (platonic)

Word count : 2.4k

Warnings: spoilers for s1-5, heavy angst, canon level gore, mentions of torture, foul language.

A/n : This series follows canon plot line but some scenes might happen differently or be completely changed. Check the warnings for each part before continuing.

I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO COPY MY WORK, TRANSLATE IT OR POST IT TO ANY OTHER PLATFORM. REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED.

Sam, Dean and Y/n arrived back at their motel. Y/n opened the door the room and gasped as she saw Castiel and Uriel already in the room.

"Ah fuck you two." She snapped at the angels.

"Sorry Y/n." Castiel said in his monotonous voice.

"I'd prefer he apologised." Y/n motioned toward Uriel.

"What do you want now?" Dean growled.

"You are needed." Uriel says to Dean.

"Needed? Me?"

"Angels are dying and we ought to know who's doing it." Uriel started.

"And you need our help hunting a demon?" Sam asked.

"No, we can handle it ourselves but we need your help to find out who." Uriel said.

"What're we supposed to do? Angels dying, that's got nothing to do with us." Sam said.

"We have Alistair." Cas said.

"Well then what's the problem? He could tell you everything." Dean stated.

"He won't talk." Cas replied looking at Dean. A knowing look on his face.

"He's an expert in torture, obviously you can't make him talk. He's way out of your leagues." Dean commented.

"We know." Uriel said. "That's why we've come to his student." He added with a smirk. Dean felt Y/n freeze beside him. He himself felt himself frozen to his spot.

"Dean you're our only hope." Castiel said.

"No." Dean said sternly.

"I wouldn't be so sure." Uriel said and with a flick of his hand Y/n groaned as she choked on her own blood.

"You son of a bitch. Let her go." Dean growled.

"No." Y/n whimpered. "Dean no." Her eyes begged Dean not to go. No matter how much it hurts. Dean felt as if his heart would stop beating in his chest if it continued even for a second.

"Castiel." Sam looked at the angel in a trench coat, hoping he'd do something but he remained indifferent.

"I'll go." Dean snapped.

"No." Y/n coughed up more blood.

"You two should talk it out, but i don't think she has much time." Uriel said smugly as he moved his hand again causing her to cough up more blood.

"I'll go. I'll go, stop it you son of a bitch." Dean growled.

"Uriel." Cas warned and Uriel let Y/n go. Sam helped her sit up. She gasped for air and she leaned into Sam's embrace.

"Let's go." Uriel grabbed Dean's arm and then he pulled Y/n by her jacket.

Before anyone could comprehend what happened the four of them were at an abandoned warehouse.

"Why'd you bring her here?" Dean asked.

"For leverage obviously. I can't hurt Sam you know that. Get to work." Uriel replied.

"I wish it didn't come to this Dean. I'm sorry." Castiel said.

"You're not. Both of you are worthless sons of bitches." Y/n spat angrily. Uriel grabbed the lapels of her jacket and slapped her with the back of his hand. Dean grabbed him off of Y/n.

"You lay a finger on her again and I'm exorcising Alistair's ass back to hell." Dean threatened. Castiel glared at his fellow angel who just held his hands up surrender.

"Dean please don't do this please." Y/n looked at Dean but he wouldn't look at her.

"Cas." Dean said, his eyes darting between Uriel and Y/n. Cas nodded his head in understanding and Dean walked inside the room where Alistair was. Y/n couldn't help but let out a sob as Dean closed the door behind him.

After a few a minutes of silence Alistair's screams were heard. He was taunting Dean but withering in pain nonetheless.

"You're crying for him? Dean Winchester, he's a monster. He's not what you think he is." Uriel taunted Y/n. "He enjoyed torturing people in hell and he's enjoying it now too."

"You're making him do this. You're no angel, you're an asshole who misuses his powers." Y/n snapped back. Uriel stepped forward but Castiel stepped between them.

"Uriel I'm warning you." Cas said shielding her.

A loud crash was heard that had the three of them turning their heads towards the room. Casiel and Uriel ran inside Y/n following behind. Dean was on the ground bruised and battered.

"Dean." She screamed going to his side. Castiel grabbed the both of them zapped them back to their motel room where Sam was pacing.

"Finally. You're here. What happened?" Sam asked looking at Dean who had blood all over him.

"You idiots can't even make a proper devils trap. How the fuck did he get out?." Y/n yelled choking Castiel as she slammed him into the wall.

"Y/n let him go." Sam said as he tried to clean Dean's face.

"I swear I'll kill Uriel the next time I see him." Y/n let go of Cas but she was still pissed. She kept pacing the room. "Dean are you okay?" She sat beside him.

"Yeah I'm fine." He said without looking at her.

Days went by and Dean closed off on her again. He wasn't letting her in. No matter what she did, he wouldn't look at her, wouldn't acknowledge her presence unless it was completely necessary.

"Dean. You can't don't this. You don't get to do this to me." Y/n says when she finally gets him alone on one of the hunts.

"I can do whatever the fuck I want. This is my life." He yells back.

"Dean, we've already been through this don't close off on me please." Y/n said grabbing his arm.

"I'm not the man you used to know. I'm a monster. And you should stay as far away as you can."

"And you didn't remember it that night? That you're a monster?" She snapped back.

"It was mistake okay. I was drunk and it meant nothing." She knew he was deflecting, she knew he wanted to hurt her, to drive her away, but she knows he's scared.

"Alright I agree, it was mistake." She admitted and Dean's expression morphed into one of sadness. "But what about the next morning huh? You weren't drunk nor was it sex." Dean didn't dare look into her eyes because he knew she was right.

"Don't make it harder than it already his. I told you I can't lose you. Being with me brings pain and I don't want to hurt you. Everywhere I go, everyone I care about perishes. They get hurt or worse they die." Dean said wth his head in his hands.

"I dont care, I want you and that's all I know. And I don't want you to go through this alone Dean. I've been a hunter my whole life im not afraid not get hurt."

"Sweetheart this is bigger than that. This isn't just some spirits. We're talking angels and demons. The apocalypse is here. Please baby, you need to understand."

"Is this your final decision?" She asked a tear slid down her cheek. She looked up at him awaiting his answer. He wiped her tear with his thumb and pulled her in for a passionate kiss.

"God knows i can't live without you." He whispered against her lips.

"Good, 'cause I don't want to live without you either." She smiled as she kissed him back.

This happens everytime. Y/n feels like she's stuck in a loop. He tells her that he doesn't want to be with her because he's afraid yet he's at her door every damn time. He tells her its the last time and then he's back again. She can't tell anyone, because lets be real, the end of the world is here and she you can't just sob your love life, or lack of, to anyone out there.

Now Zachariah has been on Sam and Dean's tails to get them to say yes. But they told him to shove it up. They knew if they said yes the consequences would be severe. Millions of people could die. They couldn't let that happen.

After a few hunts here and there, they returned to Bobby's house where Ellen, Jo and Cas are also present. Y/n walked into the main room where Bobby sit's on his wheelchair.

"Did Sam tell you?" She asked the old man.

"Tell me what?"

"About the Colt." She replied. And by the look look on his face she knew he didn't. "SAMMY" she yelled loudly.

"You didn't yell loud enough, the corpses are still sleeping." Sam sassed as he entered the room. Ellen, Cas, Jo and Dean joined them as well. Sam well expected a snarky remark back but it never came. Unlike Y/n.

"You didn't tell him about the Colt?" She asked.

"Shoot. I thought one of you would." Sam said knowing a scolding is on the way but that didn't come either. He looked at Dean with a are-you-noting-this-too? look and the older Winchester nodded.

"So Becky, Chuck's assistant told Sam that Bela didn't give the Colt to Lilith, instead she gave it to a demon named Crowley. So we need to find this Crowley dude and get the Colt so we can kill Lucifer. Yeah sounds like a plan." Y/n spoke and then others looked at her in amusement.

"Crowley." Cas said. "I think I can find him."

"Great then. Good luck Cas."

After Castiel found the address to Crowley's place, Bobby came up with a plan to infiltrate.

"Alright so Y/n you-"

"Not going." She cut Bobby off.

"What?" Sam, Dean and Bobby said at the same time.

"I said I'm not going which means I'm sitting this one out which means..."

"Alright cut the sass." Bobby rolled his eyes. Sam and Dean looked at each other and then at Y/n. "Why?"

"Not feeling too great. Could die. Or get them killed." She shrugged pointing to the guys.

"Alright, we need a minute." Sam said grabbing her arm and pulling her off her chair. Dean followed.

"What is it?" Sam asked.

"Told you Sam I'm not feeling well." She shrugged his arm off.

"What's wrong?" Dean asked breaking his silence after a long time.

"I don't know. I'm dizzy."

"Why don't i believe you? You're not sick." Sam piped up, looking at her suspiciously. She sighed before she spoke again.

"Ask Cas okay? CAS." She yelled for him and he appeared.

"You called me?" The angel asked appearing infront og them

"Cas check me and tell them im actually not well." She said to him and he put his two fingers to her forehead.

"Hm she's unwell." Cas affirmed.

"Heard him? Happy? Idiots." She rolled her eyes.

"Maybe we should stay with her, Sam we could go tomorrow." Dean suggested.

"Are you nuts. This is the Colt we're talking about. Our only shot against the devil as far as we know. Lucifer is out there wanting to jump Sam's body and he'd go to any lengths for that. And you're postponing it for some flu of mine." She yelled at Dean. "Sam cmon back me up here."

"She's right." Sam said.

"But we need someone to distr-" Dean started

"Take Jo." Y/n interrupted him.

"Cas, Sam get the plan ready. I'll be back in a minute." When the two men disappeared Dean turned to her again. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" He asked cupping her cheek in his hand.

"I told you Dean it's nothing."

"Cmon baby i know it's not nothing if you're sitting out. You know my head won't be in the mission if i don't know you're okay."

"Don't do this Dean. This is exhausting." She whispered. This push and pull game had really started to get to her. "I'm tired. Just let me be."

Dean knew she was right. But he couldn't find it in himself to let go. It's like she's his drug. And he's an addict. He knows it's harmful to keep coming back but he can't help himself. He's decided he's going to let go. For good this time. And he won't be come back. No matter how bad his heart craves he won't bother her.

"I'm sorry. Just tell me you're okay."

"I'm fine, I promise." He nodded at her answer and pecked her lips making her sigh.

Retrieving the Colt was a lot easier than expected. The boys and Jo went to Crowley's and he just handed it to them. His bargain seemed fair but you can't really trust demons.

"Sam Winchester having trust issues with a demon huh?" Y/n heard Dean sass as she entered the main room. "Better late than never."

"Thank you for you continued support." Sam sassed back. She let out a laugh at his words.

"Helloo there stranger, how're you feeling?" Sam asked as she sat on the armrest of his chair.

"Phenomenal." She smiled back but it didn't quite reach her eyes.

"Something you wanna tell me?" Sam asked as he noticed her fidgeting hands.

"Just that I love you." Sam smiled at her words. She's never the one to express her feeling through words. Dean and her were so alike. It scared Sam sometimes.

"Are you sure you're not going to die?" Sam asked half jokingly. Part of him was worried sick.

"You're not getting away from me anytime soon, Sammy." She chuckled.

"You know you're my best friend in the whole world right and i love you too, just as much." Sam replied.

"Ellen did you hear that, Sammy said I'm his best friend." Y/n giggled. Ellen laughed at her words, everybody knew Sam was Y/n's best friend and she was his.

Dean watched quietly as the group shared a moment of happiness. This is as normal as this life could get. He watched Jo walking to the fridge to get another beer and he went behind her. Y/n noticed and it hurt like a bitch but she didn't let it show, she couldn't. She watched as Dean leaned down towards Jo and she leaned it too but then she pulled away.

Y/n excused herself for the night. She knew she wouldn't any sleep but she could try..They had a hunch where Lucifer might be, and they had the Colt. So tomorrow they'd be heading up to Carthage and hope that they could kill Lucifer. Or else they're in for a hell of ride.

Tags:

@spnfamily-j2 @galway-girlatwork @queensilber

[vgilantee]

chad x ethan x reader threesome is a need

*cracks knuckles* alright, time to talk more about my favourite relationship (this is going to be established relationship, because we've done a good few get together smut suggestions) Also this is post college and an au where eth wasn't ghostface!

Title: double the relaxation

a/n: my original intention was to fall straight into smut. Then we ended up with plot. It got a little sloppy (no pun intended) toward the end because it got late and i got tired 

word count: 3.1k (oop)

warnings: smut, obviously. m/m/f threesome. Oral (f receiving). Double penetration in vagina. No protection (wrap before you tap kiddos). also the reader doesn't pee after sex (afab people please pee after raw sex, you don't want thrush)

Work was exhausting and you knew, walking through the door, that both your boys were home already. you were later home than usual, and they were no doubt going to smother you with questions about why, and you didn't think you would be prepared for that. You were used to being tired after work, but after dealing with several too many difficult people you were tapped out.

As you dropped your keys into the bowl by the door, you could hear someone moving around in the kitchen preparing food, and the TV playing the droll of news from the living room. Maybe you could sneak into the bedroom so you could change out of your work clothes before either of them saw you, let you get rid of the day before facing more people. You loved Chad and Ethan, they could read you like a book, but sometimes you just needed a moment where you could pull on one of their shirts and sit in the dark of the bedroom to recollect your brain.

You managed to sneak past the kitchen and had just escaped past the the living room when ethan's curls spun and he turned to face you

"Oh hey, you're home late." he quickly stood from the sofa and rounded it toward you. "You okay?" Your tiredness was apparently written all over your face, as he had barely stopped in front of you before asking. He took a step closer, offering out his hand, and you all but collapsed into Ethan’s chest. 

“Work sucked. People suck.” You mumbled into his chest, eagerly taking in the warmth of him as he wrapped his arms around you. You could feel him nod against your head as he pressed a kiss into your crown. Ethan pulled away gentle, hands resting on your waist as you looked up at him with tired eyes. 

“Go get changed, okay? I’ll meet you in there.” You hummed, nodding, before continuing your way toward the bedroom. The kitchen smelt like a low-energy dinner: a frozen pizza or dino nuggets. But you were more than happy for that, the carby dinner to drown your exhaustion in. 

You had only just pulled Ethan’s shirt on, foregoing putting on shorts, when you heard the light tapping on the doorframe of Ethan in the bedroom doorway. Your hair was pulled out of its work updo and was messily falling down to your shoulders, makeup not yet removed. Even looking so tired and done with the day, Ethan couldn’t help letting out a soft sigh.

“Feeling better?” He walked toward you, once again offering you a hand. But instead of letting you fall into a hug, he lead you toward the attached bathroom to help wash off your makeup. The water was warm, and you sighed against Ethan’s hand. “How ‘bout now, pretty girl?” You looked up with a contented smile, looking a little less tired now that the final remnants of your workday were gone and Ethan’s hands had soothed over your skin. 

As soon as the washcloth was placed in the sink, you brought your hands up to Ethan’s cheeks and pulled him forward, pressing his lips against yours in a relieved kiss. You felt him smile against your mouth, hands slipping around your waist and pulling your hips into his. One of your hands moved from his cheek to the back of his neck, wanting nothing more than to wrap your fingers into the curls on the nape of his neck. You pulled away to take a breath and let his forehead rest against yours.

“Much better now.” Your breath tickled his lips as you spoke, and he let out a soft laugh.

“You’re gonna make Chad jealous.” His voice was full of humour, knowing Chad would never really be jealous watching the two of you together. You shifted your head and Ethan moved his, thinking you were going to reconnect the kiss. But instead you swerved, pressing your lips along his jaw and down his neck softly, pulling the smallest whimpered breath from throat. 

“Good.” You whispered against his neck, and in response, Ethan slid his hands under your thighs to prompt you to jump. After wrapping your legs around his waist, you expected Ethan to place you on the bathroom counter but instead, he took a step back and carried you back into the bedroom, gently lowering you onto the mattress. 

You rolled your hips up into Ethan as he lay you back, laying on top of you between your thighs. You were tired from your day sure, but with Ethan on top of you, hand under your jaw guiding your mouth back to his, any exhaustion was quickly replaced with need. 

Sitting back on his thighs, Ethan let you run your hands up his stomach to his chest, pushing up his shirt as your fingers danced over his skin. He happily obliged, tossing the unnecessary garment onto the floor beside the bed. He was quick to move back down, not wanting to be apart from the kiss for longer than he had to, and as your nails gently dragged down his chest, the sound of a clearing throat came from the doorway. 

“Here I am, slaving away in the kitchen, and you two are in here having fun without me.” Your head fell back with a laugh before looking over at Chad in the doorway, Ethan kissing his way down to the base of your throat before dragging his tongue along the skin and across your jaw as you opened your mouth to reply to Chad, the feeling of his tongue leaving you gasping. He eased his assault on your skin enough to let you talk.

“Wasn’t the plan.” You hummed as Ethan rolled his hips. “Besides, frozen pizza isn’t slaving, babe.” He rolled his eyes, and as if he could see Chad’s movement, Ethan bit down on your neck. You gasped and your hips bucked into him. “I appreciate it though.” Your reply was whined out. 

As Chad began to make his way toward the bed, Ethan moved away from you again, and you chased after him wanting to feel his mouth on your skin. But he pinched your sides, causing you to squirm, then pulled your shirt over your head. As soon as your chest was bare, Ethan moved his mission to mark your skin down to your chest, gently biting the crest of your tits and leaving wet kisses in the valley between them. 

You felt the bed dip behind you and, without lifting his mouth from the crook of your neck, Ethan pulled you up to sit, allowing Chad to easily slot himself behind you. Ethan let Chad drag you both toward him, letting you sit on his lap while Chad’s legs stretched out underneath you and brushed against Ethan. 

It was one of your favourite positions to be: sat on Chad with your legs wrapped around Ethan, one hand on Ethan’s shoulder while the other reached behind you to hold onto the back of Chad’s neck. Their hands alternating between holding onto you and reaching for each other, Ethan kissing you while Chad makes your neck and shoulders, sometimes their mouths leaving you altogether to kiss each other. 

As Ethan takes your right nipple in his mouth, your head falls back into Chad’s shoulder, exposing your throat and the hickeys Ethan had left you. Your hips rolled, grinding back against Chad before pressing down on Ethan causing both men to let out a low moan. 

“Ethan.” His name comes out in a breathy moan and you feel his teeth gently tug on the bud before pulling away with a pop. You whine as he leans away completely, but it quickly breaks as he moves to your left. 

You feel Chad’s mouth drag up your shoulder to your ear, letting out a relieved sound as he pulls your earlobe into his mouth. 

“Didi you have a rough day, baby?” You hummed out an agreement, the only reply you could make with Chad’s husky voice in your ear and Ethan’s mouth on your tit. “Okay, just relax. We’ll take care of you.” Ethan’s tongue runs along your abused nipple before sitting up to look down at you. 

“You don’t have to do any work, okay. We’ve got you.” Ethan mutters against your cheek before letting Chad guide your mouth toward his with a grip on your jaw. 

You let out a moan as your mouth meets Chad’s for the first time that evening, and the noise gets sharper as a hand - you aren’t entirely sure who’s but you think it’s Chad’s - slides down between you and Ethan and begins to rub lazy circles on your clit. You’re desperate for more, so your hips roll unconsciously, and Chad begins to rut against you. 

“More. Please.” You plead against Chad’s mouth and you feel him chuckle. Ethan gently unwraps your legs from around his waist, your arms following suit, and your eyes fly open, about to fight to get him to stay, only to see him begin  to wriggle out of his sweatpants. 

Chad breaks the kiss, peppering kisses along your shoulder while looking up at Ethan, his fingers never stopping their rubbing of your clothed clit. 

“Look how pretty he is, chest all flushed just from sucking on your tits while you grind on his cock.” You whine, rutting against Chad’s hand as Ethan teasingly palms his cock just too far away from you to touch. 

Suddenly, Chad’s fingers pull away only to dip into your underwear, collecting some of your leaking slick before retuning to his motions against your clit. With his hand no longer on top of the fabric, Ethan begins to pull your underwear down, kissing your legs above the waistband until he finally leaves you naked. As you stared down at Ethan, you felt more than heard Chad groan against your skin as Ethan’s fingers grazed over his cock while he removed your underwear. 

“Gonna take care of you, gorgeous.” Ethan mutters more to himself than you before he leans forward, laying on his stomach and his breath hitting your cunt. You let out a cry, pleading for more as his mouth is so close. 

“Such a tease.” Chad’s voice rumbles against your shoulder and Ethan looks up at him, giving his thigh a pinch. “Only because it makes her wetter.” Ethan doesn’t give you a chance to reply with a snarky comment as his tongue licks a broad stroke across your entire pussy, collecting slick on his tongue with a groan. “So good.” 

Then the pair of them get to work, Chad’s fingers rubbing circles over your clit and Ethan’s tongue swiping over your leaking cunt, occasionally pushing the muscle into you as you grind against his face. You gasp and moan, the sounds echoing around the bedroom as the knot in your stomach tightens. 

“Please.” You aren’t sure what you’re begging for, but the men who are conducting their wonderful assault on your cunt do, and they work in sync to leave your hips rutting and your head rolled back with a loud moan, cumming against Ethan’s mouth. He slows his lapping, drinking up your release while working with Chad to help you down from your high. You pant heavily, revelling in the feeling of their kisses on your sweaty skin. 

“More.” You are barely back from your orgasm, but you need them. 

“Greedy little thing.” Ethan mutters against your thigh, but he sits up, wet stain of precum darkening the front of his boxers. Chad gently passes you over to him, letting you fall against his chest and you eagerly accept the messy kisses Ethan leaves against your mouth. 

Behind you, Chad stands, getting off the bed to easily strip off his clothing before he takes you back from Ethan, his now freed cock resting flat between your folds as you back meets his chest. 

Ethan sits back, happy to watch, and you lean forward to rest your hands on Chad’s knees, grinding against his cock for delicious friction. Every now and again, the tip of his cock would catch on your hole or bump against your clit, and the feeling would have your head drop forward,  eyes squeezing shut. Chad’s hands sat on your hips, letting you control the speed but occasionally pulling you down against him a little harder, and Ethan gently grabbed you by the throat, forcing you to look at him as you desperately ground against Chad. 

“Do you want him inside you?” You gasped, nodding as best you could with Ethan’s hand still on your throat. He looked behind you, meeting Chad’s flushed gaze. “You heard her, pretty girl wants you inside her.” 

Chad quickly took control, stopping your hips to raise you enough for Ethan to reach down and take his cock, lining Chad up so he could easily pull you down. Ever the tease, Ethan gave Chad’s cock slow strokes, thumb running over his slit to cause the man beneath you to growl out a moan. Before finally, Ethan moved his tip so it gently pressed inside of you, and in swift motion, Chad pulled you down, bottoming out inside of you. 

A moan broke from your throat as your pelvis dropped down against Chad, his cock hitting deep inside of you. With Chad’s help, you rode him, pulling so he was almost all the way out before dropping back down. You fell back against his chest, unable to hold yourself up, and Chad leaned back to rest against the bedhead, leaving Ethan with the perfect view of Chad’s cock thrusting in and out of you, the occasional leak of slick falling onto the bed. 

“You look so good, taking me so well. God nice and tight around me.” Chad muttered nonsense against the side of your neck, nipping and kissing at the skin. 

“Think you can take more?” It wasn’t the first time you had taken Chad and Ethan at the same time, but you usually needed more prep. But Ethan could see how wet you were, was watching you leaking a consistent stream. And he wanted nothing more than to join Chad inside of you. 

“Yes, please. Eth, I need you. Please. Inside me.” You were babbling, begging for Ethan, all while Chad’s place never slowed or faltered. 

You heard rather than saw Ethan take off his underwear and shuffle closer to you and Chad, kneeling between both pairs of thighs. He dragged the tip of his cock along where you and Chad met, and all three of you let out a hiss. Ethan replaced the tip of his cock with a finger, gently pushing it inside of you on top of Chad’s cock, and you let out a cry at the feeling of his finger curling up, rubbing against your g-spot while Chad fucked up into you. 

Both at an agonising pace and all to quickly, Ethan moved his finger at the same time as Chad’s cock before adding a second, then a third, scissoring his fingers inside of you to stretch you out. With his fingers running along Chad’s cock, Chad would occasionally let out a groan against you skin, a sound that turned into a choked moan as Ethan’s other hand began to gently play with his balls. 

You and Chad were both panting, heads falling back as Ethan worked you even further open. You let out a pained whine when Ethan pulled his fingers out of you, feeling a little emptier now that the stretch had diminished. But your patience was quickly rewarded as Ethan leaned down over you and captured your bottom lip between his teeth. 

“Chad,” Ethan whispered, “stop a sec.” You sobbed out in complaint when Chad came to a halt inside of you. 

Carefully, Ethan began to push his way inside of you. You let out a high-pitched moan at the painful stretch, and Ethan and Chad hummed out their own low sounds as their cocks dragged against each other inside of you. Finally, when Ethan bottomed out inside of you, he paused.

For a moment, the three of you lay there, you wedged between Ethan and Chad with their cocks both buried inside of your pussy. Your head fell back against Chad’s shoulder, so overwhelmed, and your eyes watered. They both peppered small kisses on your neck, your shoulders, you jaw, everything to keep you present as your thighs shook, one pulled over Ethan’s waist. 

“Doing so good, taking us so well.” Your fogged mind wasn’t too sure who was praising you, their voices blending together as they praised and complimented your ability to take them both, I love you’s kissed against your skin.

“Please, move.” They could barely hear your tiny, desperate voice, and Ethan would have missed it if his ear wasn’t right by your mouth, but he looked over your shoulder to Chad and nodded. 

Chad was the first to move, carefully pulling out of you then, as he began his move back in, Ethan pulled out. Gradually they got faster, setting a rhythm that never left you empty and had you shuddering against them, sobbing and moaning as they fucked you. 

Even if you weren’t still worked up from the orgasm that had built from Chad alone, you knew with the both of them you wouldn’t last very long. Far quicker than you had expected, the tightness returned, ten times stronger than when it was Ethan’s mouth and Chad’s hand against you. You could barely stutter out,

“C-close.” before your whole body shuddered, a cry ripping from your throat as tears rolled down your cheeks and you came hard around them. 

Chad was close behind you, in a similar situation that his orgasm was building when he was alone inside of your cunt. You felt every vein and twitch as he pressed so tightly against the inside of you and you felt the rumble of his chest as he moaned, cumming inside of you. Ethan’s head fell forward into your shoulder, and your hand lazily came up to his hair, giving his curls a tug. You groaned as Chad pulled out of you completely, and Ethan whimpered in your ear (you didn’t know, so foggy and unable to see that far down, but Chad had reached around and was gently running his fingers over Ethan’s asshole after collecting some of the mess that had leaked out of you) until finally he came, biting down on your shoulder as his cum mixed with Chad’s inside of  you, leaking onto the bed as he pulled out. 

Ethan rolled to the side, not wanting to crush you between their bodies with the post-orgasm deadweight, and pulled you onto your side, your arm reaching over his chest. Finally, Chad readjusted himself so the three of you curled up comfortably on top of the sheets, half-asleep and deciding to worry about the mess later. 

this wasn't meant to happen lmao. anyway it's nearly 12:30am and i need to go to sleep asdflkajsdf. this will be added to the scream masterlist!

[bluebudgie]

Alright peeps. Obligatory first impression post. Not spoiler free this time.

Tl;dr having a really really good time.

Details:

Oof I'll try to keep this as short as possible (not short). And I'll try not to make it too much of a SotO comparison fest.

Maps

Let's start with the obvious one. And probably the longest one. The two new maps. I love both of them. Absolutely beautifully refreshing maps.

Lowland Shore is so rich both in layout and activities. It feels so full of life (dare I say one of the first maps in a while that feels genuinely alive), it's gorgeous to look at and really fun to explore. I got some Grothmar Valley vibes from this one in terms of how busy the map feels. Fun events and mini games at every corner, all packaged in a beautiful landscape. Also my jaw literally dropped when I dove into the bee cave lol.

Janthir Syntri (sick name, idk if syntri means anything but I love how it's written) feels a little less unique in terms of layout but it nails the atmosphere. The coast looks amazing and I adore the snippets of lore scattered all around the map. I've been absorbing those journal pages. This map feels kinda like Lake Doric if it were cool.

I cannot overstate how happy I am that these maps are largely walkable by foot, some vistas and mastery insights aside that require the warclaw. SotO's maps were by far the biggest expansion killer to me (a formal shoutout to Amnytas at this point which has officially dethroned Lake Doric as The Worst Map. That's two Lake Doric mentions in one post.)... and I'm just so happy we got really nice ones this time around. No Tangled Depths or Draconis Mons, but... really nice nonetheless.

Music

Similarly the new music is very pretty and atmospheric, but what else is new in this game. Haven't had a proper listen to the OST outside the game yet, but I do fondly remember one ambient song in particular which I'm curious to check out. I believe it plays in Janthir Syntri exclusively. Also the battle themes slap.

The masteries

Said this an earlier post already, but I like the mastery progression. It's been kind of hit or miss depending on the expansion, but this time around the unlocked masteries feel like meaningful upgrades to look forward to.

Story

Hell yea having a blast with this one. Love the Tyrian Alliance. Those meetings are absolutely hilarious. All these different people clashing and trying to stay diplomatic while wanting to tear each other apart. I like that a lot of older "loose" plot points were brought up for that occasion too.

The newly introduced characters are all really likeable and I feel like I already know more about them and their motivations now than we ever (unfortunately!) got to know about half of the SotO cast. Admittedly, we've got far fewer new characters this time, and that's probably a good thing.

I'm VERY intrigued by the whole golden city saul d'alessio white mantle direction we're moving in. As mentioned earlier, the lore journals and diaries have been CONSUMED.

Also, Rata Primus mentioned.

There's probably more to say and I'm probably forgetting half of the things I meant to say here. But this is once again getting way longer than it needs to be lol. Anyway [youtuber voice] let me know what you think in the comment section and see you next time

[emberenchanted]

For Keeps (3/3)

Pairing: Dark!Carol Danvers x Female Reader

Summary: Carol sees you. Carol wants you. Carol gets what she wants. 

Series Warnings: extremely dubious consent, strap ons (r receiving), sex (oral, vaginal), anal fingering, Dom!Carol, orgasm denial, spanking, violence (not really towards reader), manipulation, forced relationship, rough sex

18+ ONLY

Link to Chapter 1

Link to Chapter 2

A/N: Ok party people, we've reached the end of this short tale. There really isn't much plot here, it's mostly smut 😅. This fic is my first time writing smut so hope it isn't terrible. Thanks to everyone who read, liked, commented, and reblogged! Let me know what you think about this chapter. I really appreciate the support and motivation.

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Chapter 3

When you wake up the next morning, it is to serious regret and a text from Carol telling you that she’d pick you up at 6:30pm that night. You make one last effort to get out of the date and text back that you aren’t feeling well. Carol responds and says that if you aren’t feeling well, she’ll just come over and take care of you until you’re better. 

The response makes your stomach drop. You shudder to imagine how domineering Carol would be alone, in a private space that has a lock. She already forces every interaction into the outcome she desires in public. If she managed to get into your studio, you would be at her mercy, and after the way she’d finger fucked you against the alley wall before you could get a word in, you were sure you wouldn’t get her out of your apartment before she got what she wanted, which was most likely you in bed with her. You definitely weren’t ready for that yet, if you’d ever be. No, much better to go out. 

Hours later, after considering the contents of your closet, you settle on a black knee length bodycon dress with long sleeves and chunky black boots. You style your hair into an updo, and add chunky gold hoop earrings; a bit of concealer (to cover the marks Carol had left on your neck the night before), and a swipe of lip gloss complete your look. You don’t want Carol to see where you live so you decide that you’ll head down to the bar around 6:25pm and meet her there. You’re already nervous, so when you’re ready by 6pm you decide to indulge in one glass of wine to settle your nerves. It definitely can’t hurt, right?

At 6:20pm, Carol walks up the steps to your apartment, which is right over the bar. If she’d known last night that her baby lived just upstairs, she could have dragged you there during her break and made your first time riding her fingers much more comfortable. Though to be fair, if she had known, you might not have made it back for the rest of your shift. Oh, well. That’s what she gets for not having complete information. She won’t let that happen again. Carol intends to find out all the important bits about her baby’s life tonight, so simple slip ups like that don’t happen anymore.  

After spending her morning “talking” to some of the other business owners who have recently missed their monthly payments, Carol is feeling relaxed and eager. Situations where she got to flex her physical...skills always got her blood up, and she was ready to show her baby a great time. The concerning information Carol’d received from three of the people she visited could be handled tomorrow. Apparently, all of them had also been told there’d be a change in payment method and none of the dumb fucks had double checked before paying in cash at that bench. She needed to talk to Steve about how to move forward and he wasn’t an early riser. If things went according to plan, she wouldn’t make it back to the Avengers’ headquarters from her date until mid-morning tomorrow. 

She bounds up the last two steps before quickly walking to your door. Carol knocks two times before taking a step back. When you open the door, Carol is absolutely thrilled. You look fucking delicious and Carol can’t wait to eat her little baby alive. Your soft breasts are perched high in a tight black v-neck dress, and the smooth expanse of skin from your neck to dressline is flawless. Whatever you'd applied made your skin gleam and shimmer in the light. It's all Carol can do to not hook her finger into the neckline of your dress and tug to see if your pretty little nipples shine in the same way. You look surprised to see her and Carol uses your temporary shock to crowd you, pressing her body to yours and lifting her hand to stroke your cheek gently. “You look incredible, baby,” Carol husks out, dropping a soft kiss on your shiny supple lips. 

“Oh.” The little sound of surprise pops out of you before you can help it. When you take a step back, Carol takes that moment to step around and into your apartment. 

Carol slowly takes in the small two room apartment. It was rather cramped and a bit dingy, but you obviously take good care of your belongings. Old bookcases line the walls and sink under the weight of fat, squat books. An obviously used green velvet couch takes up most of the open floor space and a TV on a chipped wood table stands across from the couch. But multiple small clusters of flowers in mason jars are perched on several surfaces, brightening the space. And in the kitchen, directly behind the couch, several bright prints and images are hung. 

Carol was proud of you for making it on your own this far. She knew how many young girls struggled, but you had found a job and place to live in a new city without any family support or connections. Her baby was hard working and industrious. Thankfully, you wouldn't need to do that anymore. Carol would be taking care of all that for you soon enough. Carol was just happy that through your obvious struggles you'd remained innocent and pliable. Watching you stammer and flush when Carol gave you her full attention was exquisite and it made her eager to command that submissive spirit in the bedroom. You would be so fucking pretty whining and squirming under Carol in bed with a sore and tender ass. 

After Carol had seen her fill of the apartment, she turned to face you once more. Stepping close, Carol slid a hand up and down your arm. “Your apartment is so cute, baby. I wish I’d known you lived so close. I would have come over sooner.”

You shudder at the thought. “Ready to head out?,” you ask hurriedly.

By the time Carol slips into the booth seat next to you at the restaurant, you’ve calmed just a bit. While she’s been just as handsy at the show and on the way there, she’s also been charming. Being with Carol was like being on a rollercoaster. The breakneck pace she pushes things along makes your stomach churn and drop, but it also makes you excited and breathless. As with a roller coaster you’re pretty sure you’ll make it off alive, but there’s always the chance that you’ll slip past the safety restraints and tumble to your end. It was exciting and scary. Carol was exciting and scary.

The restaurant Carol has chosen is quiet and dimly lit. Floor to ceiling brick walls enclosed several small tables situated around the room. A few booths were also tucked against the back wall creating private enclaves. Each table is topped with a burning white candle. After you’d both ordered, Carol begins asking about your life. Where you grew up, familial relationships, your past romantic partners, what you liked to do in your free time, your favorite places in the city (so far); everything was fair game. There was a part of you that wanted to hold back, not to divulge everything about yourself, but another little part of you was flattered. You’d never had someone so interested in hearing about you. Of course, Carol might not have had a completely altruistic motive, but she did seem genuinely interested. After finishing your main course, Carol’s hand gently touches your knee, pushing the fabric of your dress up your leg and swirling patterns into the ticklish skin there. It's hard to believe that this was the same woman who’d brutalized Mel. But, you try to remind yourself that it was. 

Carol seems to be in a good mood, and she’d said at the beginning of your dinner that she wanted to know everything about you. That went both ways, right? You thought you should also be able to ask her about her life. If this was going to be a...relationship, there had to be some give and take. 

You take a deep breath and ask, “Carol, can I ask you a question?”

She squeezes your knee, “Anything, baby.”

Your question comes out quietly. “Do you hurt people, like you hurt Mel, often?”

Carol turns her body to you, meeting your eyes and she takes a beat before answering. “You want to know more about my work?”

You nod. 

“I fix problems,” she begins. “Almost any problem. I do that all over the country and all over the world. And there are different...methods for fixing problems. It’s my job to identify the most expeditious method for resolving any issue I’ve been hired to fix. People pay me a lot of money to do that well.” Her hand slides up your thigh and kneads. “What happened with Mel was unfortunate, and I’m so sorry if I scared you, but you'll get used to it.” 

Your heart stutters in your chest. That was not what you were hoping to hear. And you definitely didn’t think you’d get used to it. You look into her eyes and see what looks like affection there as you brace yourself to ask another question. “Would you ever hurt me like that?”

She chuckles softly. “I would never hurt you in the same way that I hurt Mel.” The tightness in your chest releases just a bit. “But I do have certain expectations of you, baby, and I will enforce boundaries with and for you. But never that harshly.” she rushes to finish. Your heart continues to beat a rapid rhythm against your ribs as you take in her words. You’d known that Carol had certain proclivities after your previous interactions with her, but to hear it stated so plainly was something different. You simply didn't want that kind of relationship. One with rules and punishments. You are even more sure you'll have to find some way to end things with Carol before they go any further. At that moment, the waitress clears the table, sets down your dessert and heads back to the kitchen. 

The hand gently stroking the inside of your thigh creeps up a bit higher, tickling delicate skin. You move to shift away from her, uncertain of how you're feeling at the moment and hoping for a bit of time to think. But as you begin to close your thighs, Carol gives the inside of your leg a sharp pinch. “One of those expectations is that you do as I request, and another is that you don’t move when I’m touching you--or about to touch you--unless I give you permission. Ok, baby?” 

You nod slowly and Carol nods back at you. “Now why don’t you just lean back and relax, sweetheart? This will feel good. I promise.” Carol was blocking you inside the booth so you couldn’t get out without making a scene. You rest your back fully against the back of the bench and close your eyes. 

“Look at me while I’m touching you,” Carol murmurs against your ear. You drop your head to the seat behind you and roll your head to face her, eyes fluttering at the sensations coursing through your body at her gentle stroking. 

“Carol,” you sigh.

Another pinch. “Ma'am!,” you quickly correct. “Ma'am, we’re in public. Someone might see.” 

“Don’t worry,” Carol purrs. “Nobody is going to see you. Nobody gets to see you like this but me, ok?”

You murmur affirmatively and give yourself over to the pleasure she’s inciting in you. Her slender fingers find your panty covered core and stroke over your damp slit. Her gentle caresses send fissures of pleasure shooting through you and you whimper softly. Carol hums approvingly. Her fingers pull your panties to one side and she slides one solitary finger inside your slick warmth to the second knuckle. Your body twists at the sensation, and you try to slide further down the bench to get her finger further inside you.  Carol laughs gently as she thrusts her finger in and out. In and out. It’s not enough. “More, please, ma'am” you sigh breathily. 

Carol chuckles. 

“My baby needs a little more? Do you want to come?,” Carol queries.

You nod frantically. “Do you want to come here at the table or back at home?” Your mind races. You really don’t want to lose control at the restaurant despite Carol’s assurances that nobody will see you. But, you also don’t want her in your home. As you ponder, Carol pushes her finger deeper inside you and the slick sensation makes you gasp. “Home!”

Carol pulls her finger out before slipping it in her mouth to suck gently. “Hmm, delicious,” she intones. Carol stands up quickly and strides over to the waitress, credit card in hand as you try to gather yourself and your senses. She’s back before you know it, quickly packing up your dessert into small takeout containers, and grabbing your hand to drag you out the booth.  

Just as you’d suspected, Carol was just as forceful in bed. She’d essentially dragged you to her apartment (or at least where she was staying while in the city), before pouncing on you. Her apartment was modern, but understated, largely empty of decoration. Her hands dragged, unzipped, and shifted until you were left in only your underwear. 

She pushes you into her room and onto her large bed before climbing on top of you. Her lips meet yours and her tongue strokes the inside of your mouth sensuously. She sucks and nips sharply at your lips before slowly making her way down your jawline to your neck. As her lips travel to your clavicle, Carol slips one hand underneath you to press your back into an arch. Her other deftly unclasps your bra before  tossing it aside. Her teeth gently scrape at your skin before moving to your nipples. Latching on, she gives you a hard suck, immediately laving the skin with her tongue with small strokes to soothe the now aching bud. She continues to suck on first one nipple, then the other until both are sore and puffy and you are whining and squirming underneath her. Seemingly inspired by your strained noises, her teeth continue worrying the taut bud of one breast as her fingers slip into your panties and begin to rub your clit.

She releases you with a soft, wet pop as her fingers continue exploring, first one, then two of her fingers pushing all the way into your tight hole and making you moan incoherently. “This little pussy is perfection, baby, I can’t wait to fuck you,” Carol rumbles, mouth still against your breast.   

”Wait,” you bleat out. 

Carol rises to her knees and smacks your pussy hard. “Ouch,” you shout. 

"No, baby. I’m not waiting anymore. I was supposed to get to fuck you on our last date, but you stood me up. You've been teasing me long enough. Now get undressed and get on your hands and knees." 

Carol pauses her words to cock her head and pin you with a hard gaze when she notices you aren't moving. "Now, baby," she says harshly while reaching over to give your thigh a hard pinch. You yelp at the blooming pain, then take a few deep breaths and resign yourself to what was about to happen. Your heart pounded in your chest at how fast, again, Carol was getting her way. You felt so overwhelmed and helpless that you couldn't stop the tears that filled your eyes and threatened to spill over your lower lids. Hands shaking, you removed your simple white lace underwear and began moving to your hands and knees.

Satisfied that you were following directions sufficiently (though you were still moving too slow in Carol's opinion, --something she would let slide tonight but would train out of you soon enough) Carol reaches over to open her bedside drawer and pulls out an intimidating strap on. Your movements pause as you catch sight of her maneuvering it onto her body, and your eyes widen in fear. It's as thick as your wrist, frighteningly long, and has a wicked curve. Thinking of that splitting you open makes you sob. But Carol is having none of it. With herself situated, she turns her attention back to you. She manhandles you into her desired position, ignoring your breathless pleas to pause for a moment. 

Your eyes are glued in fear to her linen duvet as you feel the fat head of her huge cock run through your slippery folds, stopping to nudge at your clit before continuing back up to your hole. Carol rests her hands on the flare between your waist and hips, before tightening her grip and starting to push into you. 

You moan pathetically as you feel the head of her cock pop into you. Even this first inch is a stretch and you know there's a lot more coming. Carol gives you no reprieve as she continues sliding into you, splitting you open at a slow but steady pace. Your cunt flutters frantically around the invading cock, trying desperately to create space where there previously was none. When you're sure you can't take any more, you begin to whine and try to move away. Carol tuts softly before giving your ass a sharp smack, and leans over to murmur in your ear. "I told you not to ever move away from me when I'm touching you." Her words send shivers down your spine.

With that, she tightens her grip on your hips, before lifting you and giving you a rough tug back, impaling you with the last few inches of her cock. You sob into the sheets at the pain coursing through you. Carol threads the fingers of one hand into your hair, yanking back to ensure you can no longer move away from her. "Gotta keep you nice and close, baby. " You shudder as Carol's free hand begins to explore your body while she gives you a few slow but deep experimental thrusts. Though you still haven't adjusted to the fullness of your cunt, Carol begins to increase the pace, drawing heat and an intense pleasure to your belly. Her touch is everywhere -- sliding over your shoulders, rubbing and twisting at your nipples until you sob, tickling down your back to rub over your ass, pinching your inner thighs before moving them apart, forcing your back into a deeper arch and making the heavy cock inside you slide that much deeper. 

You're barely holding on. Carol is everywhere and there is only Carol. Since you'd  met, Carol had been pushing every interaction and every conversation the way she wanted it to go. There was no room for disobedience, no room for hesitation at one of her many orders, and no room for negotiation. Everything has to be Carol's way, and you'd seen the potential consequences firsthand. That first night you'd seen the violence she'd casually doled out, and hadn't ever wanted that to be you. Now you were wishing for a few simple broken bones. This was so much more violating. 

Her cock is rubbing against every inch of you, making you feel stretched to the limits. As much as this hurts, it brings an equal amount of pleasure. Your body hums at the intensity of Carol fucking you. Every nerve ending is alight and you can feel the beginning of that coil tightening in your gut. You feel sick, and scared. You're sick at your body's enthusiastic response to Carol's rough handling. You can hear the slick, wet noises you make each time she thrusts into your raw and battered pussy. But you're too scared of the immediate punishment to try to resist or adjust your body to make yourself a bit more comfortable. So just as you begin to let your mind wander from this place and try to relax into the pleasure and ignore the pain, Carol removes the hand that's been roaming your body. The sudden lack of sensation gets your attention. 

She gives your hair another yank, twisting your head so you're awkwardly looking at her. She looks...depraved, but beautiful. Her piercing eyes take in every expression on your face and flick from the bouncing of your tits, to the cock disappearing inside of you and back to your face at a rapid pace. When a particularly rough thrust forces the curve of the cock into your g-spot and you part your lips to yowl at the ecstasy she shoves her pointer and middle fingers into your mouth and tells you to suck. You know better than to disobey. You suckle at her fingers as they rub over your tongue, reaching further back until they press into the back of your mouth. As you choke on the intrusion, and Carol continues to rub at your tongue as you gag, her eyes light up in glee, and you worry about the plans she might have for your mouth. You don't think you can take the hefty cock down your throat if Carol demanded it, but you know you'd have to try. You close your eyes for a moment, trying to escape the intensity of Carol's gaze and put that potential nightmare out of your mind, but Carol gives your hair a sharp tug before demanding you "look at me."

When you do, she finally-- blessedly-- pulls her fingers from your mouth. They're covered in your saliva and a small string of spit connects her fingers to your lips. She murmurs that she wishes she were close enough to lick the drop of saliva off your lips, and you can't help but be thankful she isn't. You don't think you can take much more of this. More of Carol everywhere. 

But you've never been lucky, and just as you begin to relax again you feel a light stroking pressure at the opening of your tight puckered hole. 

You start and your mind begins to race as you feel her spit slick finger begin to press into you, stretching your ass open in an insistent burn. 

"You ever let anyone fuck you here?" Carol asks. You gather your wits about you before she has to repeat her question. "No, ma'am" you mutter out in a broken moan. 

"Good," Carol responds. "I'm going to be the last person in this tight little pussy and the first and last in this little asshole." She sounds pleased.  Despite knowing the uselessness of trying, you plead for her to stop, to give you a short break. She hushes you gently, more gentle than she had been, as her finger slips deeper into you and she murmurs "Both holes baby. Gotta get you used to this. I'm not going to fuck you here with my cock tonight but it's happening soon so we've gotta get you trained. Wouldn't want to hurt you." 

Carol removes her hand from your hair and uses it to brace your hip in place as you wail and try to buck at the intrusion.

"Ah ah ah, baby. Hold still. One more,” she murmurs as she pushes in a second slender finger. “You can do it. There you go. All done. You don't move unless I tell you to, remember baby?" Your fingers scramble for purchase in Carol's sheets as you pant. You thought you'd been full before. You thought Carol had violated you as much as possible but you should have known she'd find another way to possess you. You cry into the sheets before feeling Carol smack your ass twice and dig her fingers into your hip making you yelp sharply.

"I asked you a question, baby. Answer me."

You sob out a miserable "yes, ma'am." Satisfied with your response, Carol begins to alternate thrusting into your ass and pussy, both pushing deeper into you than you thought possible. Your body quivers at the push and pull of her inside you and her free hand is back to roaming over your body. After twisting at your sore nipples her hand coasts over the soft skin of your belly to your slippery folds. She begins to rub gently at your clit. Light teasing touches that send you hurdling toward an orgasm but aren't quite enough to send you over the edge. 

You hear Carol's smooth voice behind you "are you close, baby? I can feel you squeezing my fingers and can see that sweet little cunt of yours fluttering around my cock." 

You nod, before remembering to answer affirmatively verbally. Desperate to ease just a bit of your discomfort, you shift forward a tiny bit, resting more heavily on your arms and slightly relieving the pressure of Carol's cock pressing against your cervix and the deep press of her fingers in your ass. 

Carol didn't have to-- she could tell you were trying so hard to be a good girl for her--but this time she just wanted to. She smacked your already sore ass cheek hard three times for forgetting to answer her verbally. Carol knew she would enjoy seeing the bruises tomorrow as much she was enjoying putting them there tonight. Carol slips her free arm under your stomach and drags you back toward her, more than making up for any marginal ground you may have gained in your attempt to adjust and mounting you more firmly on her cock and fingers.

You whimper and stop moving, simply shuddering and moaning in time with Carol's thrusts.

Her fingers return to your clit, rubbing and pinching until your body is tight with tension, ready to snap and tumble into the orgasm she's been building you towards. Carol's fingers quicken their pace, drawing small tight circles over your bud as you feel your cunt tightening and the coil inside you snaps. Carol continues her thrusts, more forceful now to get past your quivering flesh. Your body shivers and shudders as the pleasure courses through you, made all the more intense by Carol's continued movements. She forces you right through this climax and violently into another. All the while you hear her voice saying how happy she is that you're together now, and that she can't wait to do this everyday. 

You're overstimulated; sore and tired. Carol slows her thrusts before pulling her fingers and cock out of you. Your body sags in relief. She removes her strap and positions herself at the head of the bed. She grabs you from your prone position and pushes you down until your head rests between her legs. Hands weave back into your hair, and she pushes your face into her slippery wet cunt, telling you to lick. You're exhausted and horrified and scared, but you lick her gently- running your tongue up and down her slit, suckling at her clit as she moans. She grabs your head in both hands and continues to maneuver you as she pleases. 

Later, after Carol comes on your tongue twice, you lay curled in her bed, shocked and softly crying. She returns from the bathroom and sits in bed beside you, stroking your hair and back. Though you know better than to question her, you simply can't process that this might be your new reality.

Occasionally Carol slips her fingers over your chest to rub and twist at your sore tits. After a while, she leans over to whisper in your ear. "You cry so pretty baby, but I only want to see you cry on my cock. So if you keep crying, I'll put you there."

A wave of horror runs through you as Carol gives you a gentle kiss on the cheek before sliding into bed behind you and tugging you close into the cocoon of her body. You wipe your tears on her pillow and pray for sleep to take you.

[wallbeatjournal]

If they'd have chosen to just be straight up about it, when in the canon timeline do you think is the most likely place narratively for hirarchie to have gone sexual?

i've said before i think season 2 is already a grooming narrative with a subtextual consummation, but if i'm actually script-doctoring what we've got across the whole series to have hirarchie fuck nasty as a shocking and trashy and high-aesthetic plot development, i'm going to argue that it's more satisfying if we don't have an explicit archie cheating plot at this stage in the story. it works better as an emotional affair. (saying this bc to the characters i think it would be first and foremost about the complication of cheating, not bc that's the biggest problem with hiram/archie.)

imo riverdale should have done it as a mid-seasons escalation in season four. give us a season or two to really sit with how unhinged and obsessed hiram is about archie and then decode it in the worst and most extreme bad taste like the second archie turns 18.

putting my season 4 hirarchie proposal below the cut since it got quite long:

the s4 dodger plot is...extremely uneven and feels a bit cobbled-together on the fly by a writing team grappling with the death of luke perry and the in-universe death of fred andrews, and whether it would be respectful to keep being super weird about hiram in the wake of all that. but there are still useful components in the dodger arc - archie is the oliver twist in the oliver twist riff happening*, a boy "orphaned" without reliably engaged, aware parents who was groomed into criminality and doesn't see a way out without a wealthy benefactor. lean into that!

it can happen as hiram starts working out at archie's gym, mysteriously ill in a dickensian sort of way. riverdale's favorite weird incestuous overtones come into play especially hard if we're considering season four hirarchie, when it can really only be largely about fred for archie and holding on to/deepening a relationship with the sometimes-father-figure he has left. archie has been trying so hard to be a good brick in this monument of fred's legacy but it feels impossible because the only tools that come naturally are violence and sexuality and appealing to benefactors, so why not get a little nihilistic-horny with it.

he's also frankly already being a pretty bad boyfriend to veronica this season, it's stale, they're bickering, they don't have emotional intimacy the way he used to have emotional intimacy with hiram during what he probably still unfortunately remembers as their best days......i just don't think he'd be guilt-ridden about fuck-nastying veronica's dad at this point the way he would have been in season 2 when fred's cheating was the big looming legacy beat to avert and goodboyism seemed like an achievable and real thing archie could prove to others.

this is also i think when indulging in fuck-nasty hirarchie would be least damaging/difficult an option for hiram - he's ill and wants to feel vital again, he's ill and he wants archie to remember and honor him when he's gone the way he remembers and lionizes fred (he knows this isn't possible and that makes him resentful and apt to grasp at another form of intimacy that wasn't available to fred). he's feeling aggression towards his daughter, who is leaving him (by going to college) as much as he might be leaving her (by dying of a mysterious illness). it's a big complicated sick emotional motivations stew and both archie and hiram are looking at getting left behind to cook in it while the rest of the core four move forward in life.

and it would be hot. archie and hiram in the gym "personal training" (gone sexual) with weird grief-hate-reconciliation-validation sex would be hot. archie and hiram doing vigilante violence and then making out in sketchy alleys would be hot. are you kidding me?

all of this would make archie even weirder about hiram's illness and tenser in discussions with veronica about what to do about hiram's illness, and i do think barcheating would still happen - it's escapism/avoidance from what's going on within varchie, it's escapism/avoidance from what's going on within hirarchie, and archie is primed to be impulsive. so we still get barcheating fallout but MORE.

does veronica find out archie hooked up with her dad when they all thought her dad was dying? maybe! maybe she feels more sorrow and guilt (irrationally, about being the conduit bringing hiram into archie's life in the first place) than personal betrayal. or maybe she does feel very betrayed and that's an additional factor in everything (especially archie choosing to run away to the military. sorry everyone i know i've disappointed you all deeply and am very fucked up. instead of talking it out i will simply Leave).

all of this fuck-nastyism of course would make hiram's reaction to the barcheating that much more intense and outsized. veronica was feeling her relationship with archie wane already but hiram was IN IT. he's getting well, he's fighting again, he's offered archie a job, archie is about to be his main special interest while veronica and hermione drift and archie would CHEAT on him?? he's only supposed to be cheating WITH him!!!!

and then we segue into season 5 post-timejump when the riveradults are all kind of weird with each other but moving through it, and hiram has been behaving like a jilted ex throwing a temper tantrum for 7 years. and he will certainly continue.

*i think everyone notices but the dickinson crew is mostly named in reference to the gang of thieves who adopts and trains oliver - the artful dodger, fagan, bill. intertextuality, yippee!

[elizabethrobertajones]

How did they feel about the Endless?

While I, Lizbob, was wracked with existential torment about the whole thing, Frog was like "Oh, they're just complicated ghosts. We've dealt with ghosts before, I know what to do!" ... which was also pretty much how she handled Elpis as well, treating Venat like the only alive person she talked to the whole time because no one else had any forward agency on the story (SHE THOUGHT - Ultima Thule with the steel chair etc).

Actually, I think UT hit Frog harder than me, and Living Memory hit me way harder than Frog. It was very strange sobbing my eyes out over something while knowing Frog was way more likely to be concerned entirely with her friends and the ongoing pressures of the plot. I wanted to loiter for ages in the zones before they got deleted and she was just "End of the world imminent, gotta moooove".

So, that said. I think she immediately rationalised pretty much all of the Endless as ghosts, and only had a bit of uncertainty over Otis because she couldn't quite tell from his telling of it if he was his whole soul in a robot suit or if he was also a stripped down and re-uploaded blank soul. Of course the way to deal with ghosts is to treat them like the living and respect their wishes and listen to them, but always with the thought of "how can I help you in the long run to not be like this any more, but to move you on back into the Lifestream and get things going normally again?"

She's encountered more than enough times things which should not have souls in the most technical sense which did end up seeming to live so fully or to show so much spark it was hard to deny they felt real - from her Anima doll from the HW relic quests (still travelling with her on all the MSQ!) to meeting the Twelve and learning they were extremely juiced up constructs of memory. The thing that made her pause most was comparing the Endless to Amaurot!Hyth, who had a little sparkle based on Emet Selch's creation putting too much into it, and he felt far more real than any of the other shades. But he was still a recreation.

Once she knew they were blank souls with a memory pasted over, it felt SO wrong because the first soul could have been anyone, and the memories over the top were a copy adding the personality layer. Even if they were wholly authentic to the person whose memories they'd once been because a whole soul was powering a complete set of memories, they were still just ghosts which weren't the contiguous version of their old selves; the older ghosts like Krile's parents had probably had their souls burned out long ago, and who knew where the ball of energy that had once been Cahcuia was now? Was she in Zoraal Ja when we fought him?

So all Frog's time with the Scions and other travels had given her a rather detached scientific thought process about the Endless themselves. It was all for her friends and their response to the Endless that she felt pained, because it was real enough to show them how their loved ones would be in that situation, and to even get emotional closure for the living and answers from their memories. But she wasn't even sure that when the Endless were deleted, their true souls in the Aetherial Sea, if they had made it, would even know they had that closure. And she couldn't even say anything like that because it would be entirely heartless to deny that it was real in a way that mattered to those who had known them. Wuk Lamat DESERVED to feel she'd said goodbye to Namikka properly, you know? And that's entirely depending on if the souls used in regulators were actually released to the Aetherial Sea on death and that was where the entropy was coming from, and not destroyed in the process. In which case there was even less hope of any of this having meant anything more than something the living could cling onto.

I think in the end it was just a horrible ache in her heart, but mostly for the living, and a sense of needing to end this whole process :(

The weirdest thing to her was making people forget the dead, and even denying them being able to visit and hang out. If the living could take weekend trips to the Great Funfair In The Sky and have the grandkids play with great gammy as she was as a fellow 6 year old that would utterly blow up the concept of generational family in such a fun way and she thought it would be MORE of a balm to the living, having seen how her friends reacted to their ghost family, that anyone should go visit them and know that death wasn't the end and their loved one had merely gone onto a new stage of life. She wouldn't have agreed with it ethically but as a culture living with such a technology it would have made sense emotionally and been MUCH harder for her to think about tearing it all down with no hesitation, because it would have at least been emotionally sustainable even if it wasn't energy sustainable. The utter cloistering of the dead and the refusal to let the living have grief was what did it for her. She did the side quests in Heritage Found, she saw immediately how fucked up the people were without memories of their loved ones and how much it had damaged them. The regular people were all suffering in such a profound way. She was feeling on a crusade for the living before they set foot in there.

(Meanwhile, Lizzy, watching Erenville get called Fussy Little Bun Bun: WAAAAH AHOO HOO HOO BLURRRRR HOO HOO)

[avelera]

OFMD really said, "Pursue the things you love, not the things you fear."

I'm still turning this idea over in my head like a microwave but I'm thinking about Stede's line to (the picture of) Ed, "I'm afraid that your life is better without me."

From @blackbbonnet's gifset here.

Whew, what a doozy of a line!

And what a curious line!

Because the reason Stede left Ed at the end of Season 1 was in the hopes that it would improve Ed's life if he took off.

Despite the fact that Ed chose to be with Stede. Despite the fact Ed was content with folding socks if he was by Stede's side. Despite kissing him and declaring, by somewhat obliquely, that a life anywhere was fine as long as Stede was there, Stede just couldn't hear it over the sound of the Badmintons and his own trauma in his ears telling him he destroyed beautiful things, like his family, and Ed.

Ok, so what does this have to do with my thesis above?

Stede failed, he messed up, because he saw his worst fear of Ed being happy without him and decided that the painful thing was the right thing. That the voices in his head telling him he was worthless were correct. That it was better to listen to those voices, and to make his greatest fear a reality.

I've argued that the narrative morality of OFMD, the actions that give you plot armor and allow you to save the day, are when characters pursue what they love.

This is in contrast to many other adult-aimed works of fiction that say we should do things out of duty. We should do things that are painful but necessary. OFMD said, "Fuck that noise."

Because Stede left Ed out of a sense of duty. And he fucked over every single person in his life by doing so, including Mary and his kids, though he was able to fix that eventually specifically by resolving to return to his own happiness so that they could have theirs.

But then we've got this quote above! This quote saying that Stede is afraid Ed's life is better. Fascinating! Absolutely fascinating! Because that means the thing Stede was ready to self-sacrifice for at the end of the Season 1 was the thing he feared most: a life for Ed that was better without Stede in it.

I suppose there's no better definition of duty, huh? Then the resolve to do something that will be personally painful to us for some higher goal. And again, OFMD said fuck that noise, pursue your happiness, and do so proudly.

But there's an extention to this too, the more I thought about it. The show literally even said that even for matters of survival, the better motivation is joy not fear or duty.

Think of the storm in S1 ep. 4. While trying to think of a way for everyone to survive because it's his duty as a captain, Ed is distracted, disinterested. Izzy's frustration with him mounts. The tension rises. His heart is really not in it, we know Ed's actively suicidal...

And the plan Ed comes up with fails.

It was born out of duty as a captain and it failed because he messed up the dates.

But what plan succeeds? The plan born out of joy. The Ed that works with Stede to become a lighthouse is acting out of an active, joyful desire to live, he chooses life out of the joy of being with Stede, of partnering with Stede.

The you flash forward to the scene where Ed is drowning in his Purgatory fever dream and the simple motions of struggling to stay alive are not enough. The duty of staying alive is not enough. The thing that actually works is when the choice he makes to live is joyful, it's a positive choice to go towards the light and be with Stede. Stede, embodied as a beautiful gold fish of a merman.

And just to be clear, I don't at all think that OFMD is saying, "If you don't have a joyful reason to move forward, just give up." Not at all.

What I think it's saying is, pursuing your happiness will succeed. Even when it's scary. Even when it means confronting fears. Even when it's hard. Duty alone isn't enough to live on. It's not enough to motivate us when things are hard. It has diminishing returns. Pick and pursue what gives you joy, choose a shining target to move towards, and you'll not only be true to yourself, but good things will come out of it. Just like Ed finding Stede, and Stede finding Ed, because they pursued what made them happiest in life.