#And to everyone else who sees this too take lots of breaks and drink plenty of water!!!

[swiftmitsu]

knocks on the door, rubbing his eyes sleepily trick or treat?~ sings this phrase and puts a bucket in front of him for candy “tips”

"Take a break from trick or treating for a bit! It does you no good if you don't schedule breaks for yourself~"

[twistedpink]

Mc inserts x TWST characters (Part two)(Part three)

(basically non-yuu pairings I think about instead of my inbox :p)

Ignyhide vice!Mc x Jamil Viper

Mc is probably twisted from one of the little demon goons, and it makes your contrast with Jamil charmingly obvious. You’re both vices in the basketball club with an outside connection to your wardens (you figured a physical activity’ll ward Idia’s eye away) and you both hate your jobs to a comedic degree. The connection is actually really sweet and subtle!! Atleast until book 6 when Mc is complaining about their ego trippy boss while basically eating out of Jamil’s hand, feeding him information like the layout and hierarchy of styx,, as Idia’s super exclusive assistant it’s only fair to give your guests a full tour!

“geez! And he just gets so flippy-floppy, yknow? He’s got this thing about energy drinks now so I’ve been diluting them, it’s such a pain!”

“It might just be a defect with housewardens. Have you ever heard of the incompetency theory?”

Card soldier!Mc x Malleus Draconia

okay picture this- Mc is comepletely wasted and coming off the high from a holiday party that was totally killer. You wander into the woods past campus and find yourself at a little abandoned cottage, it’s like 100% cozy enough to chill in before stumbling back to the dorms. You continue heading there for pregames/drunken shenanigans, meeting up with some hot guy that hangs around sometimes. You’re fully blindsided when your “little buddy” is kicking heartslabyul ass during a spelldrive tourney..

“Yoooooo, Mally, you must be really fun at parties. Want ta’ go with me?”

“I can’t say I’ve ever been invited to a “rager” before, but it sounds.. enjoyable. I accept.”

Ignyhide freshman!Mc x Deuce Spade

You’re a shaking mess during your first track meet. It’s a graduation requirement to take at least one gym class before the end of freshman year, and you’d rather die than take flight class with all those scary seniors!! Your vice had enough sense to convince you into not dropping out, he’d said that “track is low stress!” And “you’ll enjoy it” >:( you can’t believe he’d lie to your face like that!! (Is this the AI revolution??) You guess it’s not too bad though, you’ve even started strength training with a new friend. He’s a little short tempered, but it could be a lot worse.

“hey, I had no idea ignyhide kids were into track! I thought it’d be too much sun,,”

“We’re not vampires. I wouldn’t clown on you for the tea in your thermos, so lay off.. heh, there’s totally a dormouse in there.”

Scarabia housewarden!Mc x Leona Kingscholar

It’s pretty rare to see Leona of all people in your reserved pool chair, but plenty of weird stuff’s happened during your senior case study. You’re this close to getting your big shiny diploma- and a little rest now and then won’t hurt anybody! Savanaclaw’s housewarden has only had his position since last year, and you’ve held yours through all four. After knowing of each other for so long, it’s only logical that you’d become good friends! (Not that he calls you that)

“So you’re graduating, huh? Hope that brat you chose’ll fill your shoes, you’ve worked pretty hard.”

“awh, you’re such a sap,, I’m sure you’ll like Kalim, he’s no idiot. I promise to visit whenever you decide to graduate, but it’ll be a lot easier if i get that job in the castle!”

Octavinelle sophmore!Mc x Jack Howl

Poor Jack has to deal with everyone else’s business on top of his own education, when does he get a break? That ramshackle prefect’s looking for leads on how to beat those twins in the water, and only one face comes to mind. You’re his coworker at his temp job, and you owe him a favour (atleast from your perspective, he doesn’t hold it over your head) because with your grades Azul’s got it out for you. He’s begging for you to help him out- and who are you to deny those puppy eyes?

“Jack you can’t tell him! The housewarden’ll make me quit, I need this job! :(((“

“woah, it’s not like I’m gonna blackmail you.. what kind of guy do you think I am?”

Savanaclaw freshman!Mc x Epel Felmier

You’re lost, stressed and so confused in your first year :( it feels like everything is going wrong all the time!! It’s probably like 10x worse because you’re very tall and so built, but nobody cares to peer up at the cute giraffe ears on your head! You’ve been challenged by so. many. seniors. (and you win against all of them, you’re no pushover) but you’re tired of the beef. Epel just thinks you’re the coolest person in the room, and is always saying he wants to get freaky fridayed with you. But he doesn’t get the struggle!! Atleast Jack cares enough to tell him you’re just not liking it at school, and it makes Epel kick into action- he’s not letting you drop out, so please wait until he transfers!!

Pomefiore Junior!Mc x Rook Hunt

You’re convinced that Rook c. Hunt is the worst guy in all of twisted wonderland (C for creep)! And it SUCKS because he went from your rebellious savanaclaw boytoy to.. whatever he is. (How’d you miss the warning signs when you were tongueing him??) You can always see his stupid bob in your peripheral- but you’ve rationalized that if you watch him, then he only sees what you want him to see! It’s keeping your friends close and your enemies closer, just until graduation. And it does work, until you realize you’ve given Rook an inch that he’s turned into a mile. You’ll probably never get rid of him now, but what’s the point anymore?

“Ah, mon cher! You always enchant me with your passionate gaze, I’m honoured to be the object of your attention!”

“uh.. sure thing, hon. Whatever you say.”

Diasomnia Senior!Mc x Idia Shroud

You’re a highly educated noble from the mysterious land of Briar Valley. You are poised, weirdly formal, and utterly incompetent with your newest area of study- contemporary technology. You’ve tried to convince yourself that it’s pointless, they don’t even use it at home! But if you want to travel anytime before the collapse of human civilization, it must be done. you’re insatiable with your thirst for knowledge, and completely enamoured with having first hand experience with every era of mortal tech. It also happens to be almost impossible to revive your “Kno-Keya” once it has decided to die. That is where Idia Shroud comes in.

“In exchange for the revival of my electronic mailing device i am willing to offer an extensive dowry befitting of your station and technological necromancy skill. Will it suffice?”

“I literally only charged your phone, uh.. WOAH, A DOWRY?? I don’t have the space for five horses!! I’m totally not prepped for the marriage route, I haven’t seen the wiki yet!”

[in1-nutshell]

Human Buddy going through a break up with the Scavengers

SFW, Platonic, Slight Angst, Comfort from everyone, Human reader

Buddy had been in a relationship before they had left Earth and kept in contact through the internet when they met the Scavengers. The group had heard plenty of stories about this mysterious partner of Buddy’s.

It was almost adorable to hear them rave about their partner.

As a gift for Buddy’s birthday, the Scavengers decided to travel to Earth. Spend a couple days on the planet, let Buddy have a couple dates with their significant other, sight see, the whole works. Everything was going well on their way until Buddy received a text from their significant other.

A text saying they wanted to break things off and promptly blocked Buddy from any form of communication.

Buddy is devastated and now the Scavengers have heard the story too.

Krok

Krok is hugging Buddy as they are sobbing into his armor.

He doesn’t say much at first, he knows he needs Buddy to calm down before anything else can be done.

When he thinks that enough time has passed, he is ready to get Buddy better.

All Scavengers are on deck.

He tries to get Buddy distracted in some of their old hobbies.

When they are playing Shoot-Shoot-Bang-Bang, Krok lets Buddy take a free shot at him. He is worried about Buddy getting better and he is doing the best he can to help them through this hard time.

Krok holding Buddy to his chassis.

“It’s okay Buddy, take your time.”--Krok

Buddy still clinging to Krok’s armor letting the rest of their tears fall.

“Sorry for taking up so much of your time…”--Buddy

“No, I told you was going to be here for you and I’m not going to go down from that promise.”--Krok

Buddy sniffles a bit pressing their face more into his armor.

Krok carefully runs his digits up and down Buddy’s back.

“There, there… there, there…”--Krok

Crankcase

His famous scowl gets deeper.

Crankcase feels for Buddy a lot.

He considers himself lucky seeing how his online relationship ended up working out.

Let’s Buddy have their time to be sad, but after that, he is not going to let them be sad for a sorry excuse of an organic.

The passive aggressive hype bot on board.

He and CONS-4EVA team up to get Buddy back on the dating field after a while.

While playing ‘Shoot-Shoot-Bang-Bang’ he will give Buddy a few more openings than usual, maybe even let them get a free shot at him.

Buddy scrolling through the dating app with Crankcase and CON’s looking at it too.

“What about this one?”--Buddy

“Hmm… red flag. He’s got a fish on his profile picture.”—CONS-4EVA

“All right, how about this one?”--Buddy

“Maybe… no, don’t do that one. She’s got a sketchy background.”--Crankcase

“…This one?”--Buddy

“…Put it in the cart.”--Crankcase

“You can’t do that on this app Crankcase.”--Buddy

Spinister

Spinister suggest shooting the person who made Buddy cry like this.

A bit awkward with the affection, but he is trying.

After a few days of Buddy being sad he’ll go on the internet to see what he can do about Buddy’s heartbreak.

A minor spark attack when he reads that humans can die of heart break.

His fleshy isn’t going to die on his watch.

Has Buddy in constant view and encourages them to seek out the team more.

While playing ‘Shoot-Shoot-Bang-Bang’ nothing changes much in their dynamic… except the few times he will let them have a chance to shoot him

Or maybe throw them at the opponent.

That one nearly gives Krok a spark attack.

Buddy was sitting on the table reading a data pad.

Spinister and Krok were drinking some enegex and talking about the latest hole Grimlock made.

Buddy twitches a bit before sneezing.

Spinister turns his neck so fast Krok is sure that he snapped it.

He jumps over the couch, snatches Buddy up, grabs a blanket and starts wrapping them up into a burrito.

“Spin—”--Buddy

“Shh! No talking.”—Spinister

Spinister starts walking to the med bay.

“Why are we heading to the med bay?”--Buddy

“Check if your organic spark is still online.”--Spinister

“Excuse me, but my what?!”—Buddy

“Their WHAT!?”--Krok

Fulcrum

As much as Fulcrum hates organics, Buddy has grown on him quite a bit.

That being said, he still isn’t completely comfortable with touching.

More words of encouragement kind of mech.

He does have sympathy for Buddy and their heart break.

Probably tells Buddy minor insensitive things about their ex later.

While playing ‘Shoot-Shoot-Bang-Bang’ he’ll offer himself as a shield three times and three times only.

Fulcrum holding a broom and gently petting Buddy from his perch.

“There, there.”--Fulcrum

Buddy looks up a bit strangely at Fulcrum who was on top of the fridge petting them with a broom.

“Everything will be okay eventually.”--Fulcrum

Buddy looks at the dust bunnies floating down on their lap.

At least he’s trying.

Misfire

Another one of the bots holding Buddy as they cry their little heart out.

Tries to make jokes too early on but backs off when he gets a bunch of glares and Buddy starts to cry harder.

Offers to go with Spinister to go shoot the person who broke up with them.

Top hype man for Buddy to get back on their feet.

When playing ‘Shoot-Shoot-Bang-Bang’ defiantly makes an alliance with them and Grimlock.

50 50 on him throwing Buddy in the air.

“Got you now Mis—”--Fulcrum

“SNEAK ATTACK!”--Misfire

Misfire throws Buddy at Fulcrum.

Fulcrum screams and ducks, Krok swan dives and catches Buddy.

“Misfire! What in the name of Cybertron—”--Krok

BANG!

Krok looks at the suction cup stick on his forehelm.

Misfire walks over and grabs Buddy.

“HA! Eat it Krok!”--Misfire

Grimlock

While he can’t communicate too much, Grimlock does keep Buddy close while they are down.

Wants to squish whatever made Buddy this depressed.

He doesn’t want Buddy to feel sad.

He lets Buddy hide with him when things are a bit much.

While playing ‘Shoot-Shoot-Bang-Bang’ Grimlock offers himself as a shield, will growl at anyone who tries to get close to Buddy.

Misfire enters the room.

“Hey Grimmy! Have you seen Buddy around?”--Misfire

Grimlock looks at him before slowly moving his tail.

Buddy fast asleep at his side, snoring and twitching.

“Oh, I’ll come back in a bit. Sweet dreams you two.”--Misfire

Misfire closes the door.

Grimlock wraps his tail around them and continues to sleep to the sound of Buddy snoring.

[an-angel-in-the-garden]

Hello everything is fine? If requests are still open can I request headcanons (aizen, komamura and zaraki) x fem!reader? The reader being a vampire and having the powers of Alucard from Hellsing? Thank you in advance.

Things have been up and down ya know. Hope things are going well for you? My requests are still open and this was a fun one to get. I don't think I've written for Komamura? Either way, mixing some of my favorite things is always a good time. TW: blood and death talked about, unhealthy relationships and talks of bad treatment towards reader 

Aizen

Aizen is perhaps the worst person to be with as a vampire unfortunately but is anyone surprised

Look, he's capable of learning to love but it's a slow and hard process that sadly means you suffer more then he will....to start

He wants control of everything starting with when and what you eat along with how much you get

His blood, wonderful tasting as it is, is only ever a treat for good behavior and more often than not you get espada blood

This will continue for as long as he doest fully trust or care about you

Fights are a common during this time but the longer you choose him, the longer you stay and fight back the more he softens and opens up

Though it takes time Aizen does eventually see why his actions are wrong and though he won't regret them he does change and aim to make up for it

Fresh blood from kills he got for you, his own blood straight from his arm or neck if you all are feeling cuddly and plenty of gifts

He thrives on watching you thrive, of seeing you smile and revel in being full and able to exist without worry

A power couple in the most dangerous sense of the words not to be taken lightly yet so happy to merely be around each other even if the road to get there was rough 

Komamura

An absolute sweetheart who will do his best to make you feel accepted no matter your past or problems

Komamura understands what it's like to be so different and knows first hand that it can be hard to trust others so he wanted to reach out to you

Though he doesn't fully understand all your needs and will struggle to understand he wants you to tell him everything so he can help

Will have Unahana draw his blood so you can have food, his squad is willing to do the same one you become friends

One of the things he greatly appreciate about your skills is the ability to melt into the shadows, he doesn't want you to have to fight and this method can keep you safe

Trains with you whenever you ask and is happy to help you learn or overcome any trouble

You being a vampire really doesn't change anything to him, Komamura sees you as person separate from anything else

So long as you want to protect people and have good morals that's enough for him, you accept him and he accepts you

Kenpachi

Kenpachi is weirdly the best person to be with as a vampire and he's proud of it

Need food? That's find he was in a fighting mood anyway, he can hunt for you if you want or better yet just drink from him

It's the same for if you're ever worried about losing control or just need to explain some energy Kenpachi is more than happy to fight you and keep a close eye on you

He defends you from the others who think you’re untrustworthy or dangerous, really you're no worse than him

To everyone's amusement you both have this line of thought that you've tamed a beast in one way or another

Really Kenpachi is just so proud to say your his lover and for so many reasons that no one can really argue with him on it

Will want to fight you sometimes ya know to test "your strength and make sure your not holding back too much"

Gets really jealous if you drink from anyone else, even a blood bag but won't admit it, the only exception to this is if its a kill he got you

Overall he's fine with it there's nothing about it that bothers him and he encourages everything you do, feral or not he's here for it 

Hello everyone~ I am back from a rather unexpected break. To make a long story short, a lot happened recently, most of it not good but getting better. I even started a new job that I've been enjoying so far. I want to write again though so I finally sat down and got this bad boy done. The next thing will feature a favorite character of mine that isn't even on my writing list so just know it's happening. Have a good day or night and thank you so much for your support. Lilly~

[shunin-gumis]

(Not) Lonely SANTA's Mission - Track 05

Seasonal Event: Christmas 2024

Location: HAMA House

Nagi: I know I said that what I wanted to do wasn’t worth getting help from anyone else, but I went ahead and roped you into it anyways. Sorry about that.

Liguang: …… 

Nagi: But you were the coolest reindeer of them all. The one I drew on the cardboard was no match for you. The kids definitely appreciated it a lot too.

Liguang: I see. I’m glad it worked out, but you better make sure the photos taken back there don’t get spread around.

Nagi: Of course, I’ll get Miss Elisa’s help for that too. I can’t thank you enough for today, truly.

Sonia: I’d like to thank you for your time ash well, Liguang-shan!

Liguang: Consider the favor repaid with this. You got to play Santa as you wished, right? 

Nagi: …Yeah. 

Raito: Nagi, Liguang, you’re here.

Chief: Welcome back! Looks like Sonia’s here too!

Nagi: We’re back, Chief, Raito-san.

Nagi: Is the stuff you’re carrying for… 

Chief: The party, yep! We’re already done decorating, actually.

Raito: There’s still time before Christmas, but we’re holding it early since we’ve got people who have plans on the day of.

Chief: We thought we’d just hold a small get-together with whoever’s free, but Kafka was really gung-ho about it, wanting to put together a whole party with everyone at HAMA Tours.

Liguang: Kamina prepared a large quantity of gyoza and turkey in his excitement, considering it’s his last break before his next competition.

Chief: Right, he did! You must’ve seen the whole thing huh, Liguang-san…?

Chief: (Wait, why is he wearing a reindeer headband…?)

Liguang: ? What is it?

Chief: Nothing! Just, uh, looking forward to the Christmas party!

Raito: Everyone chipped in to decorate the living room splendidly. Come inside so you can see it yourself. You too, Sonia.

Sonia: I can’t wait!

Liguang: It’s not like we’re children anymore… I’ll head in after parking the car.

Nagi: In other words, I’m gonna be buried under a pile of happiness soon… A danger zone that’ll have my Yajirobe spazz out if I’m not careful… 

Chief: I’m fully prepared to accept as many flowers as you wanna give, so don’t worry too much, Nagi-kun!

~~~

Location: HAMA House - Living Room

Renga: Sorry I’m late! The party hasn’t started without me, right!?

Shuumai: Woof woof!

Sakujiro: Excellent work today. There is still plenty of food and drink to go around.

Yodaka: I’ve put aside some champagne that’s perfect for this holy night. Freshen up so we can all enjoy it together.

Renga: Really? Okay, I’ll be right back—... 

Liguang: Oi. What’s that slack-jawed face for?

Renga: Wha– Pfft, haha! What’s with that headband you’re wearing!?

Liguang: !!

Renga: Ahahaha! That’s way too cute! It’s perfect for you! 

Ten: Right~? Man, no one pointed it out this whole time, so it was hard keeping it in… Pfft.

Ten: There’s always folks who forget to take off their headband after leaving the amusement park. I need to know, just who were you fooling around with~?

Liguang: Tch!

Chief: (He really just forgot about it…!?)

Kafka: Huh? You didn’t just put it on because you were excited for the party?

Kafka: I mean, it looks so good on you~♪

Raito: Indeed. I was almost jealous of how prepared you were for tonight.

Yachiyo: I’d like to match with the big boss too! Just where did you get your hands on that?

Liguang: …Shut up.

*door slams shut*

Nayuki: He left… 

Daniel: Prolly best to forget about the whole thing, for his sake. 

Chief: (Liguang-san, I’m so sorry I didn’t point it out to you earlier… But… It really did look good on you…!)

Nagi: …Chief. Do you think Santa can make it down the chimney safely?

Chief: Huh?

Chief: (His face is flushed… Looks like Nagi-kun is in drunk-mode again…)

Nagi: The chimneys of yore were always packed full of soot, so Santa was probably in danger all the time, huffing up all those ashes and staining his white beard black.

Nagi: But did you know, the chimneys on a ship aren’t called chimneys at all, they’re actually called funnels. I wonder if they could fly in the sky.

Sonia: N-Nagi-shan is going around and asking everyone what their plans for Chrishtmash Eve are!

Chief: Ahaha… So that’s it. Thank you for clearing that up, Sonia.

Chief: I’ll be going abroad to meet my family this year. I should be back by the 25th.

Chief: What about you, Nagi-kun?

Toi: Oh my…!

Chief: Hm?

Toi: …I read this exact same line recently in Prince Chariot’s route from the game “Maiden’s Lariat on this Holy Night”!!

Toi: Maybe, just maybe, this could lead to a date event…!?

Akuta: A d–d-date…!? You mean like when the rain turns to snow at midnight and the silent holy night is no longer holy!?

Chief: Ahaha, it’s not like that. I’m just curious about what Nagi-kun will be up to since he asked me first.

Chief: You must be busy with work, huh?

Nagi: Of course, I’ll be very busy. Being Santa is serious business.

Nagi: Getting to be Santa sounds like a dream job but in reality it’s not so glamorous and requires a lot of work to pull off. I’ve been meaning to take the qualification exam sometime but did you know that they require you to carry a huge bag filled with presents and run over 50 meters and climb a ladder and slide down the chimney and clean off six cookies and a glass of milk– all under two minutes? If it weren’t for the time limit I would’ve taken the exam already. But the more I wait, the harder it’ll get as I grow older. And, and, there’s even more hurdles. Like swearing an oath only using Ho Ho Ho—  

Sonia: I-I have to ashk! What about everyone elshe’s plans?

Toi: After we close our shops, Ani-sama and I will spend time together and exchange presents! Ohh, I can’t wait to see what he got me~♪

Akuta: I’mma enjoy the holidays right here at HAMA house!! The epic Project C is reaching peak SO!! Gotta recharge while I can!!

Nagi: Hohoho. Hoho. Hoho Hohoho.

Sonia: Nagi-shan, we should go get some fresh air so you can shober up. Now!

Nagi: Hoho… 

Chief: Hahaha!

Chief: (I’m glad Nagi-kun’s enjoying Christmas in his own way…)

Event Masterpost

Next Track

[antonymziie]

bill cipher & reader fic writing sample???

trying my hand at fanfic again. if y’all like this then i might actually write the whole thing

d is for demon denial

You didn’t think summer break would lead you to where you currently were standing, most of your friends were sipping mixed drinks on white sand beaches or, at the very least, spending time with their family. After the semester you just had, you couldn’t bear to look them in the face for a long while, but hell, D is for diploma. 

Now, with the little money you had saved up from working, you decided to spend your summer roadtripping through the woods. Which is how you ended up here: following a tour group through a smelly house full of bad taxidermy. 

Your group was led by the tour guide; who introduced himself as “Soos”? and also happens to be the owner and “illegitimate son of the founder” so he says. In the dimly lit room, you observe many...curious things inside; which include random body parts of varying grotesqueness, a photo of a horse riding another horse, and plenty more poorly done taxidermies.

The group stopped in front of a wall that contains nothing else except a large chest. 

“Now- this may just look like some old chest or something,�� Soos said, matter-a-factly, “but I’m pretty sure it’s cursed; like if you stick a sandwich in it, the sandwich will turn evil and try to eat you. “

Perplexed by his reasoning behind why he thinks this chest is cursed, you snapped a picture because it did look pretty cool and the group moved on. The next stop in the show room was a corner, that was it, just a corner

“Take a close look at this corner...don’t see anything? That’s because this is the invisible dude, dudes! He isn’t wearing any clothes right now…kinda weird actually.”

A majority of the tour group murmured in amusement and snapped pictures of the empty corner, you almost couldn’t believe that people were actually believing this stuff. Soos continued on, showing the group a few more things in the showroom before exiting to the outside where a golf cart is parked outside.

“Since we have a small enough group, I thought I’d take you dudes to see some of our outdoor attractions!” He outstretched an arm, inviting our group to enter the golf cart. 

Your group of about four pile into the golf cart and ride off to the first stop, a gaping hole in the ground. You look inside and it seems to have no visible bottom.

“This is the bottomless pit, which looks bottomless,” Soos looked down into the pit, “I actually fell in there once.”

You could see a small child inch closer to the edge of the pit, a worried mother snatching them up before they got too close. Soos directed everyone back to the golf cart and drove out of the Shack’s lot onto a dirt path. The golf cart jerked and jumped as it hit tree roots and divots on the forest floor, and the trees became surprisingly denser only a little way into the journey. 

Little glowing spots started to appear along the pathside and scattered among the trees, you can’t quite tell what was glowing but the blue-green radiance was soothing. The cart stopped in a clearing and you could now observe the hundreds of bioluminescent mushrooms clinging to the massive redwoods looming above you like a blanket from the outside world.

“Not many tour groups get to see this,” Soos said, “Sometimes nature is Gravity Falls’ most alluring attraction.”

You were awestruck by the sheer magnificence of the forest, you knew this place was strange, but this was just...magical.

“But this is as far as we’ll go into the forest, dudes. Wouldn’t want to run up on,” He hesitated, the first time his friendly demeanor waned from his face, “Nevermind! Let’s head back!”

What was farther in the forest? Curiosity got the best of you, and while the group was distracted trying to get the golf cart to start, you disappeared behind the tree line. You could find your way back after you looked around a little longer. 

The pine needles and greenery crunched underfoot, and the farther you went, the denser the forest became. Sounds of undetermined origin make you briefly question your choices…

A few rustles in the trees were common forest sounds. If something sinister was actually lurking about, it would have eaten you by now, you thought to yourself as you continued through the trees. The dense wood eventually opened up and light began to filter through the treetops, bathing the forest floor in golden sunlight. A few more paces and the trees had given way to a clearing, a calm, quaint, almost enchanting clearing in the forest. 

That's when you saw it. At first you thought it was a mossy boulder, but upon closer inspection, it seemed to have arms (and possibly legs that were buried in the dirt). What was something like this doing in the middle of nowhere? You moved away a piece of moss and were a bit frightened when an eye peaked from underneath. 

The statue wasn't anything you had ever seen before. A triangular body with one eye, dressed up in a little tophat and bowtie, and one outstretched arm like it was ready to shake your hand. It was a peculiar sight, really, but it made you curious why it was out here. What does it mean? And, more importantly, should I shake its hand?

What the hell did you have to lose? This was, by far, the coolest thing you had seen all day, and after snapping a few pictures, you shook its hand for the fun of it. 

Without warning, you were overcome with a wave of nausea that brought you to your knees. It was so unexpected and shocking that you didn’t even think to call for help, and within the same minute it appeared, it was gone. You rubbed your eyes and gathered yourself.

You looked at the statue, unchanged, still outreaching for a hand and scoff, “Fucking freaky triangle.”

You were actually hoping the tour group forgot about you, but to your misfortune, the group was waiting for you, very impatiently. Soos rushed over to you, giving you a thorough look over 

“What happened, dude!?” He asked, “I thought I told you not to…”

He seemed pretty upset, and now you felt bad.

“I'm just glad you're okay. You didn't run into anything weird or anything, right?” You shook your head, he sighed a breath of what seemed like relief, and with nothing else said, Soos gestures for everyone to get into the cart and you return to the Shack. 

He doesn't even say anything after shutting off the golf cart, just gives a tired look to you before disappearing to the inside of the gift shop. 

There was obviously something he wasn’t letting in about the woods, and you had a bad feeling that the statue you had found in the woods had something to do with that.

It wasn’t any of your business, though, so you let it go. In a few days, you’d leave and forget this place entirely. For tonight, you parked your car in an overnight RV lot at the edge of town and drifted off after you realized your phone would never get enough cell service to check any media, social or not.

You jerked upwards in your seat when you heard a tap on your window. No one was outside of your car as far as you could tell, you went to check the time on your phone, only to realize it wasn’t where you had left it. 

“Oh, were you looking for this?” You whipped around in the direction of the voice to see…the triangle. 

“Let me tell ya, you had a death grip on this thing,” the triangle snorted, their voice echoing in the car, “I just had to know what kind of humiliating stuff you got in here.”

You had to be dreaming, there was no way you weren’t dreaming right now. You scramble over the seat to swipe your phone from the dreamworld intruder. 

They pull the phone out of reach and snap a few flash photos of your desperate attempts to grab your phone from their grasp.

“HA! You wouldn’t believe how stupid you look in these,” The triangle vanished from view and appeared in the passenger seat beside you. They sat the phone down on the dash and gave you a playful smile, well, look…

“What’s your deal?” You snatched your phone up before they could grab it again, “Why are you here?”

“To be your new best friend, kid! You’re bold and I like that in a human. You got potential to do something great with your life.”

The whole situation reeked of false flattery, and the triangle didn’t try to keep the facade alive for long after you replied with the most dramatic eye roll you could possibly muster.

“Ok, you’re too smart for schmoozing, I can admit when I’m wrong, but that doesn't mean I can’t make your life the most fun it’s ever been. The name’s Bill!” He extended a hand out to you, offering a handshake.

You glare at him, “Nothing good came from doing that last time.”

His eye narrows and he pulls his hand away, “Fine then, your loss. I thought we had something special.”

“Yeah. Something special, alright. The only thing I want right now is for you to leave my head.”

“I wish it was that simple,” Bill stroked under his eye where his metaphorical chin would be, “but I’m one of those things that’s real easy to get, hard to get rid of… like a fun case of head lice!”

“What?”

“That’s how it goes, you shake my hand and I’m your new brain pal until your corporeal meat-suit gives up, only one way to get rid of me and it ain’t easy.”

“So I’m stuck with you…forever?”

“If by forever you mean the pathetic amount of time you’ll spend on this mortal coil wallowing about trivial matters pertaining to your sad flesh…then yeah!”

It’s just a dream. It’s just a dream

“I can tell you how to get me unstuck from your brain, it’s a process but it can be done,” Bill reassured, “Besides you’re starting to bum me out.”

This isn’t real, It’s not real.

And then you woke up.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hihi!! Hope you're doing well! Please take rest and drink as much as water as you can (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

Do you write platonic relationships? If yes, may I request headcanons of Lu Bu and reader being best friends :D

It all starts with reader approaching Lu Bu because she thinks he would like a friend to talk to. Now, they're from completely different timelines and somehow very close. It's a cute friendship because she's small and very friendly to everyone and Lu Bu scares people with just one look.

I hope this wasn't too much to ask. If you can't do it, it's alright!! Have a wonderful day and sending lots of love >:D

btw I love your works sm this is my first time requesting 😭😭😭

-The sudden pressure on his back did nothing to break his concentration as he continued to swing his halberd, working on his technique, as he wanted to fight Thor again!

-Ever since being returned to life, Lu Bu has been working hard, training even harder, wanting to have an even better match against his soul mate, the opponent he had always wanted.

-Your arms wrapped around his neck, giving him a small hug, “Hi~ Lu Bu!” he cracked the smallest of grins before swinging hard, splitting the ground in front of him, but also breaking his fourth halberd of the day. He wasn’t bothered, he had plenty more.

-You hopped down before he turned, ruffling your hair lightly which made you grin before he spoke, “You need something or you just hanging out today?”

-The pout on your face was cute as your hands came to your hips, “What I can’t just come and see my most favorite Lu Bu in the world?!”

-His grin widened, and to anyone else who didn’t know him, it would have been terrifying, but to people like you and Chen Gong, you weren’t bothered, he was just smiling!

-Seeing him smile, you grinned, “I came to get you, Chen Gong asked me to bring you to lunch! He found a hot pot place!” while wanting to continue training, hearing what lunch was, he agreed, plus he couldn’t say no to you.

-If anyone saw the two of you together, they would think he was threatening you, because you were an adorable cinnamon roll while he was… not.

-Your friendship was an oddball one, but many thought it was cute, big scary Lu Bu with tiny cupcake Y/N, but you got along great with each other!

-You were the only one that could sneak up on him and hug him without breaking his concentration and you didn’t care if he spent hours training, you didn’t bother him, and if he wanted you out of the way, he would tell you, but since you’re so small, usually he doesn’t care.

-Chen Gong was overwhelmed with tears when you first met him as he hugged you, sobbing comically that his lord had made a friend!! Lu Bu had been a bit embarrassed, which was rather amusing to see but only you and Chen Gong had seen it.

-Even Red Hair liked you! And Red Hair didn’t like anyone but Lu Bu; but you didn’t ride him, as he wasn’t your horse, but you could at least approach him without fear and he would let you hand feed him and brush him.

-Chen Gong greeted you both as you led Lu Bu into the hot pot restaurant, waving you over to the table he had gotten, beaming, “I ordered plenty of meat for us!”

-Lu Bu gave him a grin, and being the only other person that didn’t mind Lu Bu’s smile, he wasn’t afraid, seeing it more as praise and happiness.

-Anyone looking at your table couldn’t understand the mismatched trio seated there, you and Chen Gong were chatty and bright, while Lu Bu was silent and scary looking, but seeing him with the two of you, he didn’t seem so scary, he almost seemed like a stoic father.

-Lu Bu cracked a grin when you put some vegetables into his bowl, “Eat some veggies too!” only you and maybe Chen Gong could get away with that.

-But then again, that’s why Lu Bu liked you, you weren’t afraid of him, you just treated him like a normal person, because to you, that’s all that he was.

[softrozene]

Sean is Struggling

Anon asked: Hi yes, I'm new to the fandom as well, but what about a Sean x Fem!Reader where after everything that had happened to him (before Arthur saved him in ch2) he's struggling with being touched and how the reader slowly gets him used to it? And like, angst hurt/comfort bc its 10:17pm and I want sad things that get resolved 

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Sean is a good boi who deserves all the love

Originally published on January 12, 2020

Sean MacGuire x Female Reader

Warnings: Angst probably not enough but fluff to combat it, Sean has PTSD, Karen and Sean don’t happen lmao

Words: ~1k

You’ve been with this group long enough to know everyone on a personal level. You care for all of them equally and know when something is wrong. It just so happens that Sean is just a tad different. Okay, a lot different, and Arthur and Hosea may have picked up on that.

The relentless teasing you received from Arthur when his group brought Sean back was embarrassing. However, you could easily push whatever feelings you have away because as soon as Sean got to camp and you tried to give him one of the hugs he claims to always adore, he hesitated.

He never hesitates to hug you.

It was only a small thing but you noticed it and you kept your eyes and ears on him to see if anything else was amiss. There was plenty.

The male already drank like a pirate but it seemed to have worsened since he got back. Thankfully, he would hold off on being drunk until it got late but the odd thing was he drank alone or only ever with Arthur and John. Sometimes Hosea but rarely. That was the other odd thing. Arthur seemed to have gotten closer to Sean but in a way, you’d never under but desperately want to.

It made you sick to your stomach not knowing how to help the boy who is obviously having problems. So one night you decided to ask.

~*~

“Sean, Arthur, may I take a seat?” You ask softly looking at the fire.

Sean has already gone quiet. You hate when he goes quiet around you. It’s like he doesn’t want you there. You’re about to abort the mission when Arthur nods his head.

“Here, take my seat. It’s closer to the fire. I’m going to actually head to bed,” Arthur shares ignoring the glare Sean sends his way.

Arthur leaves and you sit down with hesitation.

Your heart starts to ache and you have a slight panic. Is whatever he went through that terrible that he doesn’t even want to be by you? Did you remind him of something? The thought nearly kills you.

“(Name), oh no. What the hell did I do?! Why are you crying?!” The poor fiery red-head is stunned.

You are stunned as well. You had no idea you had busted out into tears as your fingers brush your cheeks. You quickly try to recompose yourself and ask the question you’ve been dying to ask.

“Are you okay, Sean? Scratch that, tell me how I can help you. I noticed that even Arthur is trying to comfort you by being your drinking buddy but that isn’t going to work Sean. I can’t pretend I don’t see all the flinches you do anymore. All the little scared moments you have that you think no one else notices. Please tell me how I can help you,” You say your voice breaking in multiple parts.

Hearing the hurt in your voice, the pain you felt for him, it nearly made him cry. He doesn’t cry in front of others. He puts down his bottle and pulls you onto his lap. His arms immediately wrap around you tightly and he’s trembling, shaking like a damn leaf.

“Sorry (Name). I’ve been so fucking stupid as of late. I’ve been avoiding you too. I-“ He stops so he won’t cry.

You can feel his hands shaking worse than his whole body and you realize he’s already trying to push himself for you. You scramble off of him in a heartbeat. The confusion on his face shows as you gently take his hand.

“You are naïve to think that a bottle will fix what happened. Or make you forget. I’m unsure how to help you, but if avoiding me was helping you I can accept that. I can stop trying to care abou-“

The squeeze Sean gives your hand became a tad painful as he lets out a choked “no”. He glances around, to make sure the others are still sleeping or well haven’t been eavesdropping before he allows himself to speak with a bit more urgency.

“No. No. I don’t want that. Avoiding is making things worse. I- I miss you. I miss your hugs. I miss actually talking to you and teasing you. I’ve been avoiding you because I like you so damn much and I thought you seeing how badly this affected me would’ve been a turn-off,” He admits his skin turning a little bit red from embarrassment.

You honestly want to hit him with love right about now.

“You might be a bit of a dumbass. You honestly thought that I wouldn’t like you because of this? Sean, I care too much about you. I honestly love you. It’s hurting me seeing you like this,” You whisper looking at your joined hands.

His slim long fingers are holding onto your own with everything they have. He had stopped shaking. It finally hits you.

“I know that they physically harmed you. If you want me to help we can start there? Have little touches like this until you are more comfortable and your body and mind processes that you are safe here? Only if you want to though. I’m so sorry for projecting my feelings onto you like that,” You murmur out all of this in a slight panic once again.

Sean gives you a hearty chuckle and large grin as he asks, “Did you say you love me?”

“Of course, that’s the part that sticks with you! I guess that’s good. That means there is hope for you yet,” You mumble looking anywhere but him.

He pulls your hand to his chest forcing you to look at him. Only this time he’s serious. “I’ve been holding out on ya since Blackwater but I love you too (Name). I accept your help since you’re so willing. Ah… Would you be kind enough to uh-“

He stops talking and simply uses his other hand to point and tap his cheek. He so desperately wants the simple touch so you gladly do it. Your soft lips meet his skin and he almost melts at the moment. Pulling away, you both stare at each other and for the first time since he’s been back, Sean feels completely safe.

[circusgoth-dotcom]

A Very Mary* Christmas (1/2)

*as in... Mary Jane

Ship: Jay x Bear x Silent Bob, Bear x The Metatron

Word Count: 1024

Summary: I know, I know, I'm terrible with multi-part fics, but I absolutely promise part two will be timely for this one. I got inspired while watching Zack And Miri Make A Porno to do a Christmas dinner fic with my View Askew f/os, combined with an imagine I read awhile ago about Jay getting jealous because reader shows (platonic) interest in his cousin, Lester. (But don't worry, in my version, he'll get reassured in the end.) In part one, Bear and co are preparing a Christmas dinner for eleven total people. CWs for heavily suggestive humour and themes, mentions of food and weed, themes of Christmas, mentions of/implied stress.

For the first time in his life, Bear was hosting a Christmas dinner. He hadn’t been to a social gathering on the holiday since he was a teenager, and now he had taken it upon himself to manage one of his own. He was glad to have the support of his dear friends, Jay and Silent Bob, as well as his angel boyfriend, The Metatron. He would’ve completely spiralled without them. He was also glad that Dante was lending them his home for the gathering, as Bear knew it would be impossible for his apartment to hold all their guests.

“Alright, let’s see, there’s Dante, of course, Randal, Elias, Becky…” Bear began listing who all was coming as he rounded Dante’s dining room table. They had gone out the day before and bought cheap, plastic folding tables and chairs to extend the available space.

“Well, don’t forget us,” Jay noted, “and my cousin Lester’s coming with whats-his-fuck and that Miri chick.”

“Right, right…” Bear had yet to meet Jay’s cousin or his friends, but he knew he wanted to invite them all the same when he had learned of them. “Do you think this is enough seats??”

Jay looked up and down the dining room, shrugging to himself. “I mean, you sure put a lot of fuckin’ chairs in here. Baby Bear, I’m sure it’ll be fine. C’mon, let’s see what Big M and Silent Bob are cooking.” He wrapped an arm around Bear’s shoulders and led him into the kitchen. Though it would be a few hours before everyone arrived, Bear still felt the pressure on him to make the experience great. He’d never been much of a cook and put his whole-hearted trust into Metatron, though the angel couldn’t eat or drink anything himself due to a certain mishap regarding two other angels. Still, the holy being performed dutifully. He would do anything to put Bear at ease. Bear had promised Metatron plenty of attention to make up for the fact he couldn’t indulge with the rest of their peers.

Bear’s mouth began to water as they watched the angel take a pan of rolls from the over, dousing them in glistening butter. “How are things coming along?”

The Metatron nodded to himself. “Swimmingly. Your quiet friend here has been quite the help. All that’s left is the ham, the salads, the potato wedges, and, of course, dessert.” Without skipping a beat, he slapped Jay’s hand away as the lanky stoner reached for one of the bread rolls. “When is everyone arriving?”

Bear moved to kiss Silent Bob on the cheek, rewarding him for being so helpful. “The plane from Pittsburgh will touch down in an hour, and it’s an hour's drive from here to the airport… so Dante should be back with Lester and friends at six-ish, and everyone else should hopefully arrive sometime after.” They rushed to a window, peering past the curtains at the snowy landscape beyond the glass, then returned to the kitchen. “I just hope the roads aren’t too slick…”

Metatron placed a bowl of lettuce into his partner’s hands. “Here, why don’t you distract yourself by tossing this salad? Jay, you can pitch in, too.”

“Man, can’t I at least take a smoke break, first?”

Silent Bob gave him a look, but before Metatron could chastise him into the work, Bear answered for him, “It’s fine, angel. Bobby, Jay, you can take a short break… don’t smoke all you brought without me, and do it outside, okay? Dante doesn’t need his couch smelling like, well, you two, for the rest of the week.”

“Thanks, schnookie,” Jay squeezed their arm and the two boys left. The Metatron shook his head.

“Is there any discipline in your relationship?”

Bear smiled as he placed the bowl on the counter and began stirring up the contents with a large spork. “Nope. We’re just a bunch of wild children, rolling through life one joint at a time.”

Time passed quickly between the four of them taking short shifts together in the kitchen. It was hard for Bear to pry himself away from the preparations, as when he wasn’t working on the food, he was pointlessly watching out the window for Dante’s car. Finally, the landline began to ring and Bear snatched it without hesitation.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Bear, I just met up with Lester, Zack, and Miri at the airport. Jesus, they’re cousins? Lester could be Jay’s twin for all I know. Anway, we’ll be heading back as soon as we’re done with this call.”

“Oh, fantastic! The ham’s almost done and we haven’t broken a single thing since you’ve left.”

Dante laughed nervously on the other end. “Good to hear. Over and out.”

“Over and out,” Bear chirped back before placing the phone back in its cradle. “Dante’s just picked up Lester, Zack, and Miri from the airport!”

“Zack, that’s right!” Jay snapped his fingers. “I promise, you’ll love ‘em, they work in the porn industry!”

Bear had to cover his mouth as he heard Metatron make an indignant sound from the kitchen, muffling a squeaky laugh. “Woah, alright then! Maybe they’ll cast us in a porn.” He grinned, pulling Jay and Silent Bob into his sides. Silent Bob’s cheeks were tinged pink as Jay flashed the shaka sign.

“Hell yeah, we’d make fuckin’ hot pornstars. You just know the gay dudes would go crazy for Silent Bob over here.”

Silent Bob raised an eyebrow at his blonde friend, then Bear let them go. He slotted Jay’s hip between his legs and wrapped an arm around his back, squeezing his shoulder with his hand. “Oh, cum inside me, Jay!” He spoke breathlessly, mocking what an actor might say in one of those sleazy films.

“Awh yeah, baby, awh yeah,” Jay matched his energy, thrusting slowly into the air while Silent Bob rolled his eyes, preparing to throw his hat at them if they didn’t knock it off.

“Doesn’t sound very festive in there,” The Metatron criticised, making them laugh.

“Alright, alright, we should get back to work. We only have an hour!” Bear spoke quickly, rushing his boys into the kitchen.

[xkseii]

Heyy, I know you’re probably not going to see this since you’re not using this account anymore but i think i used to be ⛄️ anon. You might not remember me but that’s okay 😭😭🙏 I loved this account soo much i used to read all the posts on this acc on my free time last year 😭 espicially when im at school in breaktime (and sometimes in class..😟) but after graduating everything has just been busier and life yk 😪 so i never got the chance to read all your amazing fics anymoreee for a long time. I think we only talked once on the posts, LIKE I WAS SO SHY LIKE I WAS THINKING SHOULD I SEND THIS? OR SHOULD I NOT? WILL I GET BULLIED 😭?? I don’t knoww i just looked up to you smm like you’re such an amazing person like you were so nicee to me and stuff and i just wanna thank you for all the amazing memories you gave me this year and last year 😭🫶🏾🫶🏾 idk if you know but you had a big impact on me this year n last year. Your posts taught me how to set boundaries wit ppl, to take care of myself and that its okay to take breaks, how to write really good fics 😈and your adorable little son who always brightened up my day and made me smile whenever i felt shitty 😋 EVEN THOUGH I FEEL PRETTY SAD THAT YOU’RE LEAVING IM REALLY GLAD TOO, like im glad you’re prioritising your mental health and just i dont know how to explain it but im really happy you’re doing whats the best for you 😭😭 I hope you continue to make more fun and pleasant memories in the future and continue to do the things you love and brings out the best in you 😁 OKAY I THINK I’VE YAPPED ENOUGH IDK HOW TO MAKE APPRECIATION LETTERS BUT I REALLY HOPE YOU’RE DOING BETTER NOW THANK YOU FOR BEING IN MY LIFE AND MAKING ME HAPPY IM GOING TO MISS YOU SMM BYEEE I REALLY WISH YOU THE BEST AND IM GOING TO MISS YOUR SON SM BUT THATS OKAY 😭😭 OKAY ENOUGH ENOUGH BYE DRINK PLENTY OF WATER AND TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF BYEE <33

I do remember a ⛄️ anon! (I think I remember almost all the anons I had, even since I started this account.)

You shouldn't be reading fics during class time! (but I did it sometimes too so I can't say anything.) Congratulation for graduation by the way, that's awesome and I'm really proud of you!! It's a big step, and even if the path after gets busier and more difficult, it's something to take huge pride in.

I am happy when anyone send anything, even a comment or ask without words, so thank you for taking the time to do it. I think I should thank you just as much, along with everyone else who accompanied me this year and part of the year before. You did make my life awesome, and I've rarely been this happy before, so it's thanks to you all.

I'm grateful for reading this, that really bring a smile to my face. I wish you the best just as much, that you can enjoy yourself and your life, make friends and be happy. Keep setting boundaries, prioritise yourself and your feelings, be a lovely and nice person. Don't forget to drink water and eat easier, take a break when you get too tired or start to burn out, and stay positive about all the small things that make you happy.

Thank you a lot, and I wish you a Happy New Year. My son (Sherlock) does too.

[wickedsrest-rp]

As the days grow shorter and the weather gets colder, we could all use a little more warmth and holiday cheer, right? Wicked’s Rest has you covered this winter. While season 2 is slated to start in late Jan/early Feb, this event will last longer and run until March, so there’s plenty of time to enjoy!

Wicked’s Rest Frost Bites Festival is a town-wide event held on the Common every few years, where dozens of local vendors set up booths and you can warm up with a cup of hot cocoa as you browse and participate in numerous winter-themed activities. There are normal shops there. Really! Scarves, mittens, treats, candles, apple cider, ornaments – you can find whatever your snowy little heart desires. And if you ask the right people in the right way, they may have some additional goods they’d be happy to sell you, straight from Amity Road. But who wants to know about the stuff for normies, anyway? Here’s where some of the real fun is at:

The ugly sweater contest gets very competitive. With judging taking place on New Year’s Eve, people are already pulling out their ugliest, itchiest sweaters and trying to get in with the judges ahead of time. Anyone can enter! Post your sweater – photo, artwork, etc – on your character’s blog and send us the link in a ModMail by Friday 12/29. There might be some equally ugly prizes. Just watch out for Ms. Lawrence’s sweater. Last time there was a contest, it came to life and devoured everyone else’s sweaters. It won by default. UPDATE: See judging here!

‘Tis the season for mistletoe. How many first kisses have that little plant to thank? The totally completely human people who run the festival got a little confused, though, and ordered missiletoe made of actual toes. It shoots them like missiles. Some of it is probably normal.

Some people are finding that they leave the festival with a newfound impulse for goodwill. Things just slide right off their back – they’re too cheery to be angry. And they just can’t do enough good deeds. It’s the season of giving and they are READY. Some spellcaster probably thought they were doing the town a favor here. It seems to be wearing off after a bit, but maybe some of you Grinches have a little more of a giving spirit after it runs its course.

Winter-themed fortunes sound like fun and games, especially when they’re from one of those old-timey mechanical fortune telling machines. This one activates by itself when someone comes near it, no coins required (though, weirdly, the sticker on it says it costs “1 hour of your life”. It doesn’t take an hour to hear the fortune. So what is that about?) Some of those bad fortunes seem to be coming true. There might not be any snow on the ground but you’ll fall in that snowbank nonetheless.

Some of the music played at the festival seems to be having a strange effect on people, making them break into song. Conversations turn to harmonies and you might be so desperate to do some caroling that you start a real-life musical. It’s not unusual to catch people humming along to music but it seems to be happening more than usual at the festival.

A lot of people want to warm up when they come in, so there’s a hot chocolate stand with free cocoa available. It’s unmanned, but the sign that says “take one!” is encouraging enough. Some get the pleasant little drink they were expecting… others end up with chocolate powers. Or curses. Like turning everything you touch into chocolate. The little marshmallows are cute though. And if enough things become chocolate, it could solve the reindeer problem! (What reindeer problem? Well…)

If you’ve always wanted to see some reindeer, now is your chance! About 200 of the fiends have trampled into town (or maybe appeared out of nowhere?) and they’re more annoying than the goo. They walk right up to people and expect you to feed them. If you don’t, they will break your shit. They will commit arson. They will teleport into your home and smash everything. Give carrots.

These probably aren’t normal reindeer? The regular ones don’t teleport around, right? These ones blink in and out of existence on a whim.

They especially like gathering on Prospect Street in Deersprings, where all of the houses turned into gingerbread. No surprise there, except for maybe the gingerbread thing. The reindeer really are ecstatic about it.

If you feed the reindeer they’ll leave you alone for a while without destroying all of your things, but they also know you’re a pushover now, and will be back. With more friends.

If you’re curious about whether or not they can fly (why? why are you curious about that?) you could try getting a harness on one of them… it’s not recommended, though. You might end up being teleported somewhere weird.

In a town full of cryptid enthusiasts, you better believe there’s an entire sport dedicated to finding Krampus each holiday season. Club Cryptid is on it. And… there seems to be something to the whole thing. Whether it’s actually Krampus or a demon having some fun with humanity, something is coming for the naughty and sparing the nice. There have been several sightings in town of a massive creature, with horns, hooves, and a long, blood red cloak. One Club Cryptid nerd said the creature even had a long list in his claws, presumably intending to strike all those names off soon. 

Have you been downright dreadful enough to make the cut? Those that have been marked for a visit may have already seen the signs, and if not, they’re about to: a lump of coal is given to the naughty. Expect punishment to follow.

Krampus (or “Krampus”) isn’t like most other monsters or creatures. He can’t just be destroyed, and there really might be something to that demon theory. But while Krampus may not be able to be killed, it might be possible to pacify him. How nice can you be?

While Krampus is often tied to the night of December 5th in folklore, this Krampus seems happy to stalk around all winter. Why not?

So far, the most common place to spot Krampus (other than inside your own home, hunched over your fireplace) seems to be a Christmas tree farm out in Gatlin Fields. The owner of the farm insists it’s not actually a Christmas tree farm; it’s just a forest. Now it’s not much of anything after the harvest – and the “owner” is actually a leshy now presiding over a lot of treepies. If you want to find Krampus in his home, you’re going to have to brave a pissed off fae and a bunch of evil trees.

Another option for finding the devil of December would be to do something bad enough to get yourself kidnapped… but there’s no telling where you’d end up or what state you’d be in… he seems to like to switch it up.

Thanks to a mysterious influence, snowmen, snowwomen, snowdogs, snowballs, and giant ice worms that people are building are being brought to life. That sounds like a child’s dream come true, but these snowmen aren’t anything like Frosty. Their teeth are icicles, their branch-arms are talons, and they want to freeze you in your tracks and gnaw on the cold meat of your body. Those who are privy to the supernatural might need to figure out what’s happening and how it can be stopped, before all that’s left of Wicked’s Rest’s population is red-stained snow.

Kill it with fire. They are still made of snow… but who carries around a blowtorch these days? Some people have tried to punch them, but it seems like they can easily reassemble themselves. And they get extra angry if the carrot falls off their face.

The reindeer have been found chasing after some of the snowmen. They want the carrots. Some people have taken to making bets on which one will win when a fight breaks out. They’re calling it the Reindeer Games.

Those who get too close to the animated snowmen might get a literal chill in your bones. No matter how warm your skin is and no matter how many blankets you burrow under, there’s no getting that cold out of you. If you can destroy the snow creature that did it to you, though…

While most of the snow creatures are more typical forms of snowy artistic expression, some are… not. A snow werewolf has been biting snowmen and making more snow werewolves. A giant worm made of ice is sliding around the woods (followed by a goggie who is in love with it). And perhaps worst of all, someone made a snow Shrek.

The snow creatures have the intelligence and instincts of whatever they’re based on. Sentience, too. If they have mouths that were constructed, they might even speak or growl. Are you really going to commit murder on things with human intelligence just because they want to turn you into a popsicle?

[yahooanswersblog]

Random Q/A's where I answered

Would it be weird to go to the movies alone?

- Yes, I would recommend that you don't unless you want to be a part of someone's mean tiktok video.

Would you explore Death Valley? 

- Not during the summer.

been sober for a week, someone congratulate me. 

- A week is plenty, IMO. It's OK to treat yourself once in a while, I think.

Where does it rain a lot? Thats where I want to live. 

- The top 10 wettest states: https://www.worldatlas.com/articles/the-10-wettest-states-in-the-united-states-of-america.html

Spotify YAY or NAY ? 

- Yay to them and their competitors. And fuck Neil Young for acting like they're so immoral for hosting Joe Rogan.

How is the weather where you are? It’s gong to be 112 here today 

- Too hot. I live in one of the coldest US states too. But not 112, thankfully.

Are glasses attractive in a man? 

- I’m not into guys but I don't see why it would or should be. Guys with glasses can look like they're not masculine enough or something like that.

Ever look for something and it was in your hand? 

- It would happen every once in a while, more so when I was a child. I felt like an idiot.

Every once in a very great while, it can still happen. Sometimes it's my very own hot dog and sack of meatballs I'm trying to find, and to my surprise, there it was in my hand all along.

📲 Would you want to text me? 

- I probably would if you're not a catfish.

What do you do when your still stuck on someone from 8 years ago? 

- Contact them, prepare to get rejected once again like I'm about to. In my case it's my like 11 years ago so just a bit more pathetic.

How much damage could your best friend do to you if you ever had a falling out? 

- IDK what it's like to even have a best friend. I guess it might feel like a divorce, whatever that really feels like.

🏡 Do you live in a house? Apartment? Condo? Trailer? Something else? 

- Apt

What should I do after feeling sick from drinking 3 bottles of vodka 

- Have some more to numb the pain.

Who's playing let's pass Lindsey around and see when she breaks? She'll never break... who knows how she folds herself at the waist ready to get a dicking? 

- I’m a legit user and I was not "randomly selected" for VIP. If you lost your account, would someone inherit yours? I don't expect you or anyone to know. (I'm 95% sure not)

I'm not some hall monitor on this site, I was only wondering out loud.

What’s a song you think everyone should know about? 

- The entire album Dahmer by Macabre.

What song do you listen to to feel motivated? 

- Don't Stop by Fleetwood Mac. Although, I never really reach for songs to feel motivated. It's just a song that makes me think it would be if I did.

Do you pick up money if you see it on the floor? 

- With no sign of whoever dropped it nearby? Sure. Why should I let it be someone else's lucky day.

When was the last time you were black out drunk? 🍹 🍷 🥃 🍻 

- If that's ever even happened to me once... does falling asleep while drunk, then waking up to vomit likely mean you "blacked out"? If so, the very end of 2006.

Testing if I'm shadowbanned. Answer please 

- Ah shadowbanning. Didn't know/not sure if that's a thing on here.

Would you accept an indecent proposal? At what cost? 

- If it was the kind of money Robert Redford offered in the movie with that name.

I take back my response to this question, on an account I'm locked out of: https://ask.fm/not_a_creeper/answers/148043103538.

Centipedes are not one of the most annoying. I've grown to appreciate them a bit.

The kind I've been reminded of since answering that question is in the shape of a teardrop, afraid of light, and very resilient. I'll omit it's name though, in case they're at all like Beetlejuice.

What was the last exciting birthday you had? 

- n/a. They've all been underwhelming.

what are some weird food combinations that you enjoy? Something you eat but everyone else finds weird? 

- Carrots in oatmeal can be pretty nice, but it's not quite unheard of either.

How much do you weight? 

- I think slightly below 155.

Happy 4th cuties 

- I wonder if questions sent on here can get delayed. Or, they probably spread more once someone answers a question late too.

My ex Adam keeps calling and texting me. I answer bc I don’t wanna be rude. What is his deal? 

- It sounds like you've put his happiness before yours. Way to go!

How do you get friends on here I don't even have any in real life. How pathetic am I??? 

- Is that your pic though? Usually someone this desperate is a young man.

Rap or Hiphop 

- Just two different kinds of feces to me.

[kedreeva]

So, when you're feeder breeding, chances are good that the "hard on them" that you're seeing talked about involves 2 things, which I'll put under a cut to not stretch everyone's dashboards out.

The first is that the toll of having lots of babies is a shorter lifespan- for example, 1.5 years instead of 2, or similar. This likely doesn't matter if you're reading for feed, as does older than about 10 months are poor breeders no matter how they've been bred previously, so unless you're planning on keeping a very big retirement colony, you're probably going to thank the doe for her service and cull her as a feeder before a long lifespan matters.

The second is that if you don't want to risk the new litter being trampled, you'll have to wean the first litter at 21 days instead of when many pet or show breeders wean, 4-6 weeks. They do this because they believe that the pups gain social skills they might otherwise miss- social skills that are for living in colonies, not small breeding harems. The pups are perfectly fine, health-wise, to be weaned at 21 days as long as they are at least 10 grams in weight. Because you're taking the first litter (who was weaning off milk) and having an immediate second litter, the second litter will possibly not be as robust as the first if the mom gets no break to recover body condition (which is the caveat here- if the doe never loses body condition then there's no loss in pup health). Most feeder breeders I know do not give breaks, because they are breeding for quantity, not quality, and each doe takes 2 months (8 weeks) to hit breeding age and then is only good for maybe 6 litters, maybe up to 8. They feed a higher protein-higher fat breeding chow, and the moms do great, and get rotated out at the 8-10 month mark.

Now, you can breed for good postpartum breeders. Wild mice breed like that, it is the natural state of mice, that is how things get SO overrun with mice- as long as they have plenty of food and water and a safe place to raise babies, they'll just keep going and going. They're literally built to do that to outpace getting eaten by so many predators. At home, you can select does from moms that do great bred back to back. Most research labs breed postpartum, and that's hundreds of thousands of controlled environment back to back breedings that work just fine. There are people who get squirmy about it, and think no one should ever postpartum breed their mice, but I also think a lot of them are coming from either a) a position of anthropomorphising their mice or b) inexperience with what they're against. Hands down I have never met a single person against postpartum breeding that knew the males actually help with rearing the pups. They lay on the pups while mom is off the nest, which keeps them warmer and in social contact, and allows the mom to stay off the nest for longer stretches (meaning she can eat, drink, relax, sleep without her nips being chewed on, etc). When the pups get bigger, they'll follow dad around and learn from him, too. He'll groom them just like she does. So, it's not as black and white an issue as some people would have you believe.

You can also choose not to postpartum breed! I usually don't (I have done, and obviously have no problem with it), because I'm harem breeding (one buck over multiple does), so it's easier to monitor which does are good breeders, good moms, produce good pups (or, as sometimes happens, which are BAD moms or produce bad pups or have genes I don't want etc) when they are the only doe in the cage. The does get housed together for about a week before I add the male, which typically aligns their estrous cycle, meaning they'll all get pregnant at ABOUT the same time. Then I remove the does when they're a few days from dropping their litter, and place them in a maternity bin- this lowers the stress for them because they aren't trying to keep anyone else out of their nest, and they can actually build a nest and give birth in peace. I don't have a set time to separate; I do it when the pups are at least 10 grams (usually more, just never less) and clearly able to eat and drink on their own. The does get combined back into a single cage together, the pups get separated into sexed bins together, and the male goes back in.

The downside here is you will only get 3, maybe 4 litters from a doe if you're lucky, if you're separating them until the pups are weaned. If you have a doe that's making fantastic babies, that kind of sucks! So, sometimes I will let her stay with the male until she drops the litter, just a day or two longer, and let her have one back-to-back and then a break, then do that again, so I for-sure get 4 litters, and sometimes with a great doe that'll even mean there's time to do it a third time before she's too old. So, you can mix-and-match techniques as well. It really depends on what your needs are. If you only need a few mice, separating the does makes sense, because then you can easily control how many litters you're getting and how often. Bear in mind if you need to feed adult mice to your snakes, you'll need grow out space as well, which means extra bins anyway.

hi! i've been looking into fancy mice. how do you keep your stud males? i assume they can't be in with the females permanently. do they each get their own 10g? (i love all of your animal pictures btw, ty for sharing them with us!)

Hi! They actually are in with does permanently, they just get rotated through the females so they don't get lazy, and so that they aren't solo-housed. Occasionally I will solo house a male in a stud bin, but that's never for long because mice get squirrelly if left alone. Most stud bins are not 10g- that's too big of a space for a single mouse to feel comfortable/unstressed. With mice, bigger is NOT always better, despite what some fanatic pet groups may have you believe. They are tiny prey animals that prefer tight, dark spaces to hide in/move around in.

If you're looking at breeding, yourself, you may want to look into lab bins- they're lighter weight than glass aquariums, easy to run through the dishwasher to clean, slimmer to house (shorter, for one, than an aquarium, which means better airflow to), and are used pretty standard by practical and show breeders, unless they're using racks w/ bins, which you generally have to make yourself. I'd be using a rack w/ autowater capability if I hadn't had easy access to used lab equipment for free. You can also look into modifying storage totes, which a lot of folks do, to make at-home bins cheaply.

If you're looking for pet housing, OIIBO makes a 23g, front opening cage that I am currently saving up for (ideally I would get 2-3 of them, a girl can dream). It is glass with metal bars partially up the sides for air flow and metal fittings (instead of plastic, like reptile look-alikes) and a screen top, and is almost perfect for mice. You can easily fit a small colony in there (6-8 mice) comfortably, and the front-opening makes it easy to put on a shelf at viewing level, easy to clean, and the metal fittings mean the mice won't chew it up like they would a reptile enclosure. The only issue is that the bars are made for hamsters, not mice, so they're like just a liiiittle too wide for most fancy mice. I'd just hot-glue some 1/4" hardware cloth over those sides to keep the ventilation, maybe add some zip ties for extra security. They also make a fully glass (with screen lid) 20g version, which is also great, but less ventilation- which can be fixed by just adding an oscillating fan to the room or something.

[myadmiringmind]

Jace Herondale in a relationship with someone who has anxiety

Jace Herondale Masterlist

Note: A little self-indulgent here because I have diagnosed anxiety

Warnings: Anxiety, crowds, food, among other things.

|PICTURES ARE NOT MINE|

He picked up on it really fast

He might not have realized it was anxiety but he just knew that you were uncomfortable

Jace tries his best to help you

If you feel overwhelmed by a crowd he’s quick to pull the two of you in an alleyway so you calm down

Afraid of speaking? He’s got you

He knows your thoughts and motives so he has no problem communicating your thoughts to someone else

Also has no problem telling someone off or punching them for making you uncomfortable

If your nervous from someone staring at you he steps in between the two of you

Nervous about a fight? He’s never out of your sight

He likes to name the facts or his observations

For example: you think everyone is staring at your outfit while at a restaurant

He catches your eye

“Everyone is here to eat.”

“This place is pretty, they’re admiring the scenery.”

“Did you see the way his eye just twitched?” He’s on a first date with that girl, he’s too busy trying to impress her to notice anything around him. Like how he’s about to spill the water right down his shirt.”

“You don’t know these people. They don’t know you.”

“Even if you were ever to be in the same room again, you wouldn’t recognize each other.”

“You look stunning.”

If it’s too loud in a room and you’re okay with it, he wraps him arms around you and pulls you to his chest so you can listen to his heart beat

Will defend you from anyone

This man would fight to the death for you

Overwhelmed by the amount of work you need to do? He helps you plan it out with plenty of breaks inbetween

Has an endless amount of patience for you

Would sit with you for hours to help you on whatever you’re doing

He’s really good at massages too

If you’re having a headache or you’re stiff he doesn’t mind rubbing your back, shoulders, head, etc.

But he would like one in return

If you’re feeling overstimulated from talking to so many people he’ll find an empty area where you can be alone, or he’ll just take you home

He doesn’t care if it’s an important event you are his #1 priority

He’s subconsciously making sure that you’re eating enough and drinking enough water

He’s probably showed up to your room before with either a nice snack or meal saying how, “You have not eaten.”

He’s your emotional support person when you go out into the wild public

He doesn’t care if you cling to him or follow him around at a social event the entire time, in fact, he enjoys it

if he’s not with you, he’s worried the entire time

Like seriously, he’s acting like a parent

doesn’t like to be away from you if he knows you could be put into a situation where you get anxious (which is a lot)

Big on praising you

He’s good at noticing what your most self-conscious about and he just spends so much time praising it

He has a really nice voice too

Sometimes he just whispers to you while in public events about nonsense just to distract you or to make you smile

Doesn’t give a fuck who sees the two of you (unless it puts you in danger)

If you’re insecure about other people finding him attractive he’d probably make out with you in front of them just to remind you that you’re the only one he cares about

He probably has some anxiety too

He just doesn’t realize it

[luvth0t]

TWO TIME THING ━ P.G & C.L

this is part two to one time thing which you can read here

in which what was meant to be a one time thing happens again, exposing one of the drivers true feelings for you due to your very observant friend.

warnings; threesome, spanking, choking, oral (m and f receiving,) degradation, praise, overstimulation, hair pulling, unprotected sex, petty and jealous charles, asshole pierre, kinda face fucking? not really, she kinda long oops, eventual smut i swear and poorly written fluff at the end lol

surprisingly, things went back to normal after that night in bahrain.

your little trio had gotten over the secrets, everything was out in the air; it was as if nothing had happened. there was no mention of the night together, despite you definitely thinking about it. a lot.

by the time they were heading off to saudi arabia you were able to compose yourself and enjoy the relief that you were not hiding anything from either driver. and things had remained platonic since.

a quick turn around with plenty of time for things to change, but when you were with the pair of them again in australia it appeared as if everyone would be staying true to their word. that threesome was a one time thing, you were done sleeping with them.

one at time, both at once; it didn’t matter. you had told yourself that you would never be having sex with either of them again, because no matter how good that night was ━ ultimately your friendship with both of them was more important.

it seemed unfair in a way, you had risked it with pierre. but the risk was non-existent, nothing had changed.

why weren’t you willing to take that risk with charles? you couldn’t exactly pinpoint the reason, but you put it down to being because things were going too far. testing the waters with pierre was overwhelming enough.

things were much less stressful when there was no sex. no matter how tempting it still sounds.

“we could do dinner tomorrow night?” charles suggested, sat on the couch of his drivers room ━ it was a thursday, so you and pierre being here was far from a big deal. a rare chance to get quality time with both of them on a race weekend despite being here for the pair of them.

“i’m going out.” you frowned, disappointed the one night they could spare time for you was the one night you had plans. which surprised them and it was obvious, there heads snapping to you in sync which would’ve made you laugh if it was not for the disgusted look on both there faces. “what?”

“with who?” pierre scoffed, almost not believing you. which had you scoffing right back in offence. much to popular belief you had other friends. sure not many, and not close ones. but you did.

“xavier.” you told him innocently, a hand tangling through your hair as you glanced between the two. you parted your lips to speak again, but a monegasque beat you to it.

“xavier?” charles spoke in confusion, drawing both yours and pierre’s eyes. “i don’t know of any xavier.” charles huffed, pierre nodding in agreement as you rolled your eyes.

“he’s one of haas’ mechanics.” you shrugged. “wants to go out for drinks, i can cancel if you’re both so desperate to spend time with me.” you chimed with a laugh, not seeing the big deal of the whole thing.

he had briefly mentioned it sometime last year during one of your conversations with him in the paddock, and brought it up again today ━ the pair of you agreeing tomorrow night worked.

he was a nice guy. nice to look at. was good for a laugh, a break from a lot of the snobs that you had to try make conversation with when pierre and charles were else where.

also a good distraction from the devil on your shoulder which had been begging you to get on your knees for charles or kiss pierre. because while you were acting as if things were normal, it wasn’t always the case.

“you don’t need to cancel.”

“i think you should cancel.”

pierre and charles spoke simultaneously, causing you to cover your mouth to stop the laugh leaving your lips.

“why should she cancel? we need her to make more friends so she’s not clinging to our sides every day and night,” pierre smirked; looking charles way.

“because we haven’t had quality time together for a while. i’m sure zander is willing to postpone.” charles huffed, causing you to roll your eyes.

“xavier.” pierre corrected him, charles only shrugging in response.

you were oblivious, oblivious to the fact that charles was jealous. it wasn’t out of the ordinary for charles to throw a hissy fit if you or pierre’s plans didn’t align with his. especially when he had come up with the idea.

pierre however wasn’t oblivious. while he had questions about this xavier like he would any other time you mentioned a guy, the fact he had been inside you just two weeks ago didn’t matter to him.

sure, he was a possessive guy when he had you, or any girl, beneath him. but you weren’t his. you guys had slept together for months, and all the while he never bat an eyelash if your eyes went another guys way.

he’d only care if he was purposefully trying to gain your attention, and that never failed; so he never had any reason to stress.

but he read charles like a book. the way his jaw had been clenched since the moment you spoke that other guys name, the panic in his eyes when you mentioned you two were going out for drinks. the glare the ferarri driver had sent him when he encouraged you not to cancel, almost looking personally offended.

charles wasn’t being petty right now. he was jealous and worried.

“we can do dinner tonight? just nothing fancy,” you shrugged; considering it was already late afternoon, sending charles a sympathetic smile which did not help one bit.

“i don’t get why your plans with xavier are so important.” charles grumbled, arms crossing over his chest like a little kid, oblivious to pierre’s skeptical gaze, looking over him in suspicion.

“fine to prevent a tantrum i’ll cancel. but you’re buying me a drink.” you rolled your eyes with a laugh, and pierre did not miss the monegasque eyes light up at the small statement.

the french man let out a fake laugh, also noticing your lack of awareness of charles jealousy despite his poor efforts of hiding it. was he reading into this too much?

━━

“that was so good!” you practically grinned ear to ear as you jumped into charles arms following his pole position, waiting for him back in the paddock outside ferarri garage; you were more than proud of your best friend.

charles felt as if he was on top of the world, sure only half the job was done. but the car was still good. it had performed the last two weeks and was doing so once again. but the biggest smile on his face came when his arms wrapped around you.

always his favourite person to get praise from, to celebrate with.

“not bad eh?” charles chuckled, squeezing you tightly before releasing you from his grip. your smile matched his, looking proud like always. you were his and pierre’s biggest supporter, despite shit talking them every other day; when it came to the time they were on track you could never contain your emotions.

“it was alright.” pierre’s voice interrupted the pair of you, charles rolling his eyes as you quickly turned to the french man; your sympathetic smile one with meaning as you embraced him as well.

“tomorrow is what matters.” you spoke proudly, not missing either of their eye roles. your go to line if either of them under performed, which was ultimately the case with pierre missing out on Q3.

“well considering━” charles had begun to speak, still beaming from the afternoon he just had, but he was interrupted.

“y/n!” a voice called; drawing all three of your attention to the approaching man, dressed in his haas uniform.

charles had never had his mood deflate so quickly, not after such a good session especially, but he connected the dots quickly. this was xavier.

“xavier,” you politely smiled, stepping aside to make room for him in your little circle. pierre matching you in sending a small smile and nod, while charles simply nodded.

“congrats mate. you’re killing it this year.” xavier had spoke to the ferarri driver, which had charles wanting to groan. why was he holding onto hope that he was an a-grade asshole? he had nodded in appreciation, sending a smile before xavier’s eyes were back on you. “i was wondering if you wanted to get drinks? but i’m assuming celebrations are in order,” he chuckled.

“i’d love to! but i’m not sure if we’re doing anything…” you trailed off, eyes turning to the man of the moment, almost in question. it was only pole, you weren’t too sure if charles wanted to celebrate or if he’d like a quiet night to prepare for what really matters. tomorrow.

“i’m sure you can join us. whatever we end up doing,” pierre grinned, his eyes glancing to charles whose jaw dropped, eyes darting to pierre in confusion.

what was he doing?

“oh no i don’t want to intrude.” xavier chuckled, shaking his head.

“yeah and we have a big day tomorrow so would rather keep it small,” charles tried to politely agree with xavier that he should in fact not intrude.

“no really! it’s fine. considering we made her cancel on you and all yesterday,” pierre smirked; watching as steam practically flew out of charles ears.

even you were confused, confused to why pierre was insisting he joined the three of you for the night; but you didn’t question it. you needed to make it up to xavier regardless.

“yeah okay. if that’s fine with you all.” xavier grinned your way, and charles wanted to slap the stupid smile off his face when you mirrored his grin. suddenly your attention had been taken off of him, when he was the guy everyone else was looking at.

━━

“you need to stop.” pierre had narrowed his eyes at charles, the pair of them sat on the couch, waiting for their cars to arrive to head to the paddock.

“stop what?” charles asked in innocent confusion, glancing towards the alpha tauri driver, turning his phone off as his words seemed to hold a lot of weight despite coming out of nowhere.

last night hadn’t been too bad. a few of the ferrari guys and a couple haas mechanics had joined, a random group of people yet a relaxing night filled with only one drink each but plenty of laughter.

pierre had spent the entire time focusing on you, xavier and charles however. and it was painful how obvious the monegasque was acting.

pierre questioned if he had ever failed to notice such obvious behaviour before, because he was having to hold in his laughter as charles grip tightened on his glass every time xavier made an attempt to flatter you.

charles desperate attempts to get your attention whenever you started speaking to xavier away from the group, pretending to not notice he was interrupting was pierre’s favourite part.

he didn’t know what was worse, the fact charles was making it so obvious that he wanted to punch xavier across the table or the fact you didn’t notice.

“stop whatever it is you feel for y/n.” pierre replied, raising his eyebrows; not missing charles facial expression falter for a moment before he replaced it with amusement.

“yeah okay pierre.” charles laughed, rolling his eyes as he returned his attention to his phone.

“i’m not joking. it’s so painfully obvious, you go the same colour of your shirt every time she mentions xavier.” pierre crossed his arms over his chest as if to challenge him, and charles rolled his eyes at the mention of the haas mechanic.

“i do not. and so what if i much rather it us three.” charles shook his head, deflecting with ease. yet pierre wasn’t buying any of it.

“i’m not stupid charles.” pierre rolled his eyes.

“okay so maybe i don’t want to hear about another guy when we were the ones she was with only two weeks ago? i don’t think that’s irrational.” charles huffed, not needing any of pierre’s interrogation.

“you don’t want to hear about it because you have feelings for her.” pierre corrected him, speaking certainly.

“that’s not true.” charles huffed, quick in his reply; still avoiding pierre’s eyes. lying through his teeth. he didn’t need pierre to spell out his mistake.

so what he had come to the realisation that he much rather you be more than a friend during your couple nights together.

“so her and xavier could hit it off and you wouldn’t care?” pierre questioned, charles letting out a groan at his insistent.

“you sound like the jealous one. not me.” charles continued to deflect. he did not need to entertain pierre’s suspicions and made up ideas.

“just answer the question mate.” pierre sighed, running his hand over his head, amazed yet not surprised about charles avoidance and ability to dance around his questions.

“so what if i would care? you’re telling me you wouldn’t?” charles quizzed, lifting his eyes to pierre in skepticism.

pierre eyes lit up when charles had cracked, having to hold back the smug smirk from the fact of being right.

“no i wouldn’t. because it’s just sex.” pierre replied confidently, challenging charles attempt to justify his thoughts. he couldn’t play that card right now.

“yeah you say that now.” charles scoffed in disbelief, not wanting to believe he had gotten attached, and pierre hadn’t. he wanted to believe what he was feeling was normal.

“and i mean it. if i cared now then i would’ve cared all those months ago when she was in my bed every night but in your garage for every race.” pierre told him, words too true to deny and charles knew it.

pierre looked at him expectantly, inviting him to try find another excuse but charles remained silent.

“i knew it.” pierre sighed, his head falling back in disappointment. and they both blamed him for putting this friendship at risk, while charles was here head over heels.

“it doesn’t matter. i’m not doing anything about it. it was a one time thing. she said it herself.” charles was quick to try shut pierre up, he didn’t need this becoming more of a topic of conversation than it already was.

“a one time thing between us three.” pierre corrected him again, he’d accept an excuse that actually had some meaning. not a cop out.

“okay then. a two time thing between me and her.” charles snapped, unsure at what pierre wanted him to say. enough had already been said. charles didn’t need to remember the fact that pierre got months with you while he got two nights.

pierre sensed charles annoyance, not wanting to push him too far the pair sat in silence for a few moments. a rare awkward silence for the two of them.

“just don’t ruin things. please.” pierre huffed, even sparing charles a sympathetic glance. which only pissed charles off further. why did he need pierre’s sympathy?

“i won’t.”

━━

“why would you do that?” you whined, turning to face charles with a frown on your face. a genuine one, having to watch the back of the haas shirt disappear down the paddock after charles poisonous words.

“do what?” pierre spoke as he approached the pair of you, having heard you with ease. his race suit hanging from his hips much like charles, having just gotten back and changed after the driver parade.

“nothing.” charles defended, wanting to roll his eyes at the fact pierre had now approached. okay so maybe he ruined things? he didn’t mean to.

pierre glanced to you, and could instantly tell charles was lying. and the sight of your frown alone was enough to get him worked up.

“he told xavier that me and you are sleeping together.” you grunted, arms crossing over your chest as you glared daggers at charles, who let out a sigh.

“you did what?” pierre asked in outrage, did this mornings conversation mean nothing to him? he sent a knowing glare, as if to question him. what the fuck?

“i said you were sleeping together.” charles tried to excuse, voice going up a pitch. “he said you two seemed close, i wasn’t going to lie.” charles continued to try to play it off, knowing he’d fucked up. there was no need for him to say it.

it sent the wrong message, hence your disappointment. xavier having left under the impression you were spoken for, he was overstepping. he didn’t need to be on the bad side of a driver.

and charles was quite pleased, until his eyes met yours and he quickly realised how out of character he had acted.

“not mentioning something is not lying charles,” you frowned, shaking your head as you let out a breath of disbelief. your voice giving away the fact you were legitimately upset, which had charles frowning.

“i’m sorry! i didn’t mean to!” charles rushed out, lying but apologetic none the less. he was sorry. but he did intend on doing what he did. “i really am. i’m sure he won’t care if you clear things up.” charles sighed, speaking genuinely as he rubbed the back of his neck; guilt washing over him.

you let out a sigh, shaking your head as you believed his words. you liked xavier. he was nice. you didn’t see it going further so forgiving charles was easy. but you felt guilty, xavier having just been humiliated.

“it’s fine. but you’re apologising to him.” you mumbled, turning to look at pierre. “good luck out there,” you smiled, eyes then glancing to charles. you only spared him a half smile, before following in the direction xavier had just went to clean up charles mess.

“y/n wait,” charles groaned, not wanting you to leave on this note despite you claiming things were okay.

“it’s fine charles.” you huffed, waving him off as you kept walking ━ not doing much to convince him, but you didn’t feel as if he deserved reassurance right now.

charles practically winced when he turned back to face a less than impressed pierre, who was awaiting an explanation immediately.

“i’m not explaining myself to you.” charles spoke, shaking his head as he began to walk off; pierre being quick to follow, attempting to appear calm as there were cameras and people around.

“it’s like you want her to know.” pierre hissed, catching up with ease. he knew nothing was to come of this xavier guy, you were simply being nice. but charles had made his jealousies so clear, pierre felt the need to slap some sense into him; considering it had now upset you.

if this was how he was acting over a guy you were simply befriending, pierre cringed at the idea of you actually being interested in someone.

has it always been this obvious? was pierre too focused on you and not giving anything away during the friends with benefits stage to realise charles had grown feelings?

“this is your fault. if you hadn’t ambushed me this morning i wouldn’t be overthinking everything!” charles whisper yelled towards pierre as they walked, as if anyone was listening in on them.

pierre had scoffed. “my fault?” pierre let out a laugh, shaking his head. “yeah okay lover boy. it’s my fault you’re thinking with your dick instead of your head.” pierre hummed, words dripping with sarcasm.

“you’re making a big deal out of nothing. xavier was barely a friend, i’m sure he and she will get over some pointless information.” charles spoke as he ignored pierre; hands working on zipping up his drivers suit to distract him.

dealing with his feelings for you was much easier when pierre wasn’t on his back, that had become obviously quickly. because ever since his conversation with pierre this morning his mind has been overthinking every little word and action.

“i’m not gonna let you ruin the friendship you two have.” pierre spoke in conclusion, his eyes telling charles that his words were really a warning, giving no room to reply before he walked off in the other direction. there was nothing more to say.

━━

charles had won the race; and despite your initial intentions to make him sweat over his diva moment, that had gone out the window a few laps in.

celebrations with the team didn’t last long, considering most had flights booked for that night. however you had decided to fly back the following day, alongside pierre and charles.

so that’s how you got here, in pierre’s hotel room with the both of them.

last time this had happened in bahrain you had came all over both of their dicks.

“i’m having flashbacks.” pierre smirked practically speaking your thoughts, causing your eyes to widen as you quickly nudged him; a chuckle leaving his lips which caused a giggle to leave yours.

despite it being the first mention of that night together, considering charles had just won a race meant probably nothing could concern you right now.

“shut up.” you rolled your eyes, moving to the couch charles had just sat down on, his first moment to relax since this morning ━ a breath of relief leaving his lips. “you sure you don’t want to do anything special? or are these wins becoming the normal now?” you teased.

“i don’t think i have the energy to fake small talk with hundreds of people tonight.” charles hummed in response, hand running through his hair as he gave you a small smile to thank you for offering to do more.

“what do you classify as special?” pierre spoke up knowingly, sitting opposite from the pair of you, raising his eyebrows in amusement causing you to roll yours and throw the closest thing you could at him, which was a pillow. something you do way too often.

“shut up.” you repeated and laughed; a blush raising on your cheeks at the obvious reference to how you had celebrated pierre’s only win. what started everything a year and a half ago.

charles furrowed his eyebrows, glancing between the pair of you, eyes lingering on pierre. he recognised the amused grin on his face and he didn’t like it. nor did he like the hinting at the times they had slept together.

“charles not getting the same treatment?” pierre spoke so casually, a cocky smirk resting on his features. the sparkle in his eye making it clear he was up to something and charles was beyond confused.

you laughed it off, too ecstatic from your best friends win to stress over talking about something that usually gets you worked up.

“she was only so generous because she knew you winning again was not likely.” charles pitched in, causing another laugh to rise from you as pierre chuckled; raising his eyebrows.

charles was walking right into his trap. he may be sitting there grinning right now but pierre planned on wiping the fake grin off his face pretty quickly.

“you’re forgetting the numerous occasions that followed…” pierre trailed off smugly.

“you’re forgetting when━” charles had quickly begin to reply, wanting to one up him.

“oh my god shut up, both of you.” you exasperated; leaning forward to grab the bottle of champagne from the table. “we are not speaking of any of that ever again.” you warned, glaring between the pair of them; taking a swig from the bottle; god knows you need it if this was the topic of conversation.

“why not?” pierre frowned, raising to his feet, reaching for the bottle from you, which you hesitantly passed over. you shook your head at his words, but had to laugh at how casually he was speaking.

you admired how through all of this, from the beginning, was always nothing to pierre. he was never fazed.

“could become a tradition.” pierre joked, wiggling his eyebrows; and that was enough to make you fail in suppressing your laughter, despite your heated cheeks.

“if you’re going to keep speaking about this i’m going to need another drink.” you laughed, reaching for the bottle right back as pierre too took a sip, his eyes then falling on yours.

“i mean charles has a good car this year, i’m sure he’s pretty keen.” pierre smirked, not passing you the bottle, instead moving to stand next to you. your eyes flashing with interest as he instead moved his hand to your cheek, tilting your head upwards and towards him.

it was as if you read his mind, excitement taking over you meaning you had no hesitation in parting your lips; happily letting him pour the liquid into your mouth as he gripped your jaw.

all the while pierre’s eyes were burning into charles, as if to challenge him. the intimate moment one charles was watching in disbelief and annoyance.

the smirk on pierre’s lips as he held your head in place, not to mention the blush that hadn’t left your cheeks ever since pierre started speaking to you in that damned suggestive tone of his. it was getting on his nerves, and it showed.

“what are you doing?” charles spoke up, interrupting the moment, his voice flat. which was no surprise to pierre, but it was to you, causing you to quickly try swallow the liquid and twist out under pierre’s grasp.

“lighten up,” you grinned; grabbing ahold of the bottle from pierre’s grasp, shifting up onto your knees on the couch and shuffling closer to charles, an innocent hand being placed on his shoulder. “we’re celebrating your win one way or another. just not pierre’s way.” you giggled, beaming down at the monegasque.

his annoyance had drained quite quickly the moment you had smiled at him, a meaningless eye roll as it took practically nothing to convince him, mirroring your actions from moments ago as he angled his head up towards you and opened his mouth, an expectant look on his face.

your eyes lit up at his compliance, tilting the bottle to pour the champagne into his mouth ━ a delicate hand moving to cup his cheek, unlike the tight grip pierre had on yours.

the eye contact had your stomach turning, alongside the beautiful view of his pink lips, reminding you of how they moved against yours.

oh god.

“happy now?” you had asked, thumb moving to wipe a few droplets that had missed his mouth; never breaking eye contact, and charles practically felt his breath hitch in his throat from the contact.

“considering that one over there hasn’t spoken in the last 30 seconds, yes.” charles tried to brush off his lapse of composure; a teasing smile being sent pierre’s way, who was watching the pair of you in amusement.

“was too busy watching you guys eye fuck each other.” he had shrugged simply, and while both of the drivers had expected you to once again tell him to shut up, you only grinned; moving to your feet so you could place the bottle back down on the table.

“no need to be jealous pierre.” you joked, so innocently unaware of what was going on here. to you pierre was always the possessive one, the protective one. that night in bahrain proved it.

charles had panicked at your words, eyes darting to pierre in alarm. was this what he was setting up? about to expose him for how he had been acting these past few days. simply tell you that no, actually, charles was the jealous one of the two.

“can’t help myself ma belle,” pierre had smirked right back at you, eyes drifting to charles for one moment; before falling upon you. “not after how much attention he got compared to me a couple weeks ago,” pierre reminded you, his hand moving to push a strand of your hair away from your face, having stepped closer.

charles grew relieved, but then quickly confused. what was happening? was pierre just one massive hypocrite and wanted you for himself or was this all meant to lead to something?

you too were confused, for a completely different reason. because despite every rational part of you knowing you should tell pierre to fuck off and leave the past in the past as intended, you found yourself wanting to play into whatever game he was playing.

which shouldn’t be too surprising. a part of you knew deep down that the moment either of them presented an opportunity to revisit the events of bahrain that you’d take them up on it.

“he’s nicer than you.” you pointed out in a hum, inviting the minimal distance as you glanced over your shoulder towards charles, acting on instinct and wanting to see how he was reacting towards this.

you couldn’t read him. probably because charles didn’t know how to feel. because his mind was racing with thoughts, sinful ones, fearful ones and the image of pierre’s face after being met with his fist.

“you don’t like nice.” pierre scoffed, eyes glancing to charles once more; almost as if he was speaking to charles, not you. as if he was giving some friendly advice to his mate.

“what are you guys doing?” charles interrupted once again, this time trying to hide the bluntness to his tone ━ because he knew the answer to his question, he more so wanted to know why.

his question had caught you off guard; alongside his judgmental tone… what were you doing? but the reassuring look of pierre was enough to bring you right back. or maybe it was his thumb that brushed over your bottom lip.

“enjoying ourselves.” you answered, turning to face charles and allowing your back to rest against pierre chest; who quite happily rested his head on your shoulder.

charles could throw up at the sight. realising how normal it was for you two to be so close to each other, to act in such a way as if it was no big deal. only now was it hitting him that xavier was in no way the one he needed to be worrying about.

“celebrating.” you added with a mischievous smile, an inviting one too; which faltered when charles didn’t match it, and once again you were ready to crawl back into your shell until you felt pierre trail a finger up the outside of your leg.

“come on mate. you don’t want to celebrate? she sure knows how to. don’t think anything will beat the head she gave me after monza,” pierre revealed, speaking directly at charles as he let his hand run up the bare skin of your thigh.

only then did it click something else was going on here, you weren’t sure what; and you definitely weren’t in a position to try figure it out when you felt pierre’s lips attach to the skin of your neck, growing flustered at his words.

“one time thing. remember?” charles rolled his eyes, his jaw ticking as he tried to comprehend what was unfolding in front of him. this was not the same as last time, last time he was not phased by the fact pierre was fucking you right in front of his eyes.

right now he couldn’t bare to watch him touch you.

“i’m willing to make an exception,” you breathed out as your head fell back onto pierre’s shoulder, catching both of them off guard, but pierre did not miss a beat ━ the confirmation you were on board was all he needed to start touching you with intent.

“see? she’s desperate to get on her knees and congratulate you. aren’t you love?” pierre spoke, and you didn’t hesitate to nod your head without shame.

“yeah.” you confirmed, eyes falling back on charles, his green eyes having visibly darkened; you couldn’t escape his stare considering pierre was behind you and still assaulting your neck.

pierre looked to charles once more, who didn’t make any move nor say anything. pierre had hoped charles would’ve cracked by now, but he wasn’t near finished.

“i’ll gladly take you up on that offer if he won’t princess,” pierre chuckled when charles made no move; not wasting any time in twisting you back around on your feet.

his eyes had searched yours for any doubt, any sign of wanting to back out of whatever this was. before he could ask however you had grabbed his neck and pulled him down to meet your lips.

charles audibly grunted, how did celebrating his win turn into watching his two best friend make out? not to mention the fact pierre had just found out charles had caught feelings, and this was what he does?

pierre’s lips moved against yours hungrily, grip tightening on your waist as he held you against his body; well aware charles was watching, so he could only smirk against your lips when he dragged a moan out of you from nipping down on your bottom lip.

charles self control was thinning, about to snap; and it did as he watched pierre strategically move a hand to your ass, the squeeze in direct view and the sound you made was more than enough to get him out of his seat.

“i don’t see how this is fair when i’m the guy who won,” charles grunted as he approached the pair of you, his hands finding your hips quickly as he pressed his chest against your back ━ pulling your hips back into him which had you gasping into pierre’s mouth.

“you were too busy sitting there pouting,” you spoke breathlessly as your head fell back against charles shoulder, pierre busying himself as he kissed down your neck once more, hovering over the already forming hickeys from before.

“this seems to be more a reward for you than me though, hm?” charles added, eyes staring down at you; you almost wanted to be a hypocrite and pout, much more preferring him with his sweet words and delicate touches.

“please charles,” you practically whined, eyes staring up at him; not oblivious to pierre’s wandering hands and lips as you looked up at the ferarri driver.

his grip was tight enough to bruise on your hips, pulling them back against his front once more.

“you know i can’t say no to you ma chérie,” charles admitted, ducking his head to place a kiss under your ear; the feeling of now both their lips on your skin at the same time making it difficult to think.

you couldn’t even process charles words because pierre soon had gripped your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. “always so quick to forget about me.” he tsked, causing another shaky breath from you.

this had barely started and you already felt a mess, literally stuck between their bodies you were struggling to differentiate between there touches.

“you didn’t win,” you managed to pull yourself together; voice already sounding breathless. you felt charles lips leave your neck, but didn’t see him raise his head to flash pierre a cocky smirk, raising his eyebrows at his french friend.

“no he didn’t.” charles confirmed, his hands gliding over the side of your legs; pierre’s holding a tight grip on your waist. you didn’t have a second to breathe between them, feeling charles breath on your neck and pierre’s fanning your face.

pierre was unaffected by the words, purely because he knew how easily he could make charles sweat throughout all of this. and that’s exactly what he planned on doing, all in good time.

he’d let charles have his fun now though.

“i don’t need to win to have you on your knees ma belle.” pierre spoke unfazed, his hands scrunching a grasp on your shirt before tugging it up your body, and as if perfectly synced charles grabbed the material around your shoulders and tugged it over your head; discarding it across the room.

“we’re doing it on a bed this time. my knees are still bruised,” you spoke, ignoring what pierre had said; eyes moving up to focus on the side of charles head. knowing he’d be much more willing to comply, and he was. one bat of your eyelashes and he was dragging you away from pierre’s hold and towards the bedroom.

pierre had rolled his eyes, yet wasted no time in following the pair of you; sure to grab the champagne on his way through.

“but you look so pretty when you’re on your knees for us,” pierre chimed as he watched charles push you back onto the bed, it was quite clear he was getting first dibs. again.

“he’s not wrong mon amour,” charles spoke in agreement as he hovered above you, placing a few kisses to your bare stomach as he worked his way down, his hands finding the waistband of your shorts, not wasting any time as he tugged them down. “but i think you’ll look even better cumming with my head between your thighs hm, you want that?” charles asked sweetly as he settled between your legs.

he just wanted to hear you moan his name, wanted to see you shaking above him. because of him.

he felt the need to remind you how good he could make you feel. better than pierre could. better than xavier could. better than anyone.

you propped yourself up on your elbows, bottom lip stuck between your teeth as you looked at him between your thighs; nodding your head desperately at his question, growing flustered in anticipation.

“of course she does. the slut would take anything you give her,” pierre smirked, advancing towards the bed, taking a lazy sip from the bottle of champagne while he watched charles spread your legs. “can see how wet you are from here. so fucking needy for us and we’ve barely touched you.” pierre laughed, forcing your eyes onto him.

your cheeks were flushed from the taunt, knowing he wasn’t lying. and seeking refuge in charles was no option; the ferarri driver grinning at his friends words instead of competing against them, his finger tracing up your clothed entrance almost on cue, causing you to moan.

it took you a moment to register charles quite literally ripping your thong to get it out of his way, the flimsy material snapping with ease between his hands as he threw it behind him; your jaw dropping.

charles relieved his attempt of getting the material out of his way didn’t fail, pierre would not let him hear the end of it if it did.

“what the fu━” you were ready to complain, but your words trailed off into a moan as he licked a stripe between your folds, his arms moving to shift around your thighs, tugging you closer towards him which caused you to yelp.

you had no time to recover either, because immediately he had his mouth at work, sucking on your clit as he held you in place; your head falling back.

“oh my god,” you moaned at the sudden onslaught of pleasure, tuning out pierre’s condescending chuckles. the alpha tauri driver watching on, eyes admiring your body.

“feel good baby?” pierre spoke, moving to the side of the bed as he placed the champagne down, taking a seat on the bed next you ━ his hands snaked around your back to find the clasp of your bra. he wanted to enjoy the view properly.

“so good.” you whimpered, nodding your head ━ charles smiling against your cunt as he refused to slow his movements, having craved this for way too long, he got a brief taste of you that one night he had you all to himself, and since then he’s just wanted more.

the perfect way to spend the night after such a convincing win.

pierre had grabbed ahold of the side of your head lightly, turning your face towards him before his lips met yours in a heated kiss. you hummed in appreciation as you kissed back, not failing to notice his hand that came to squeeze your right breast tightly.

charles glanced up at the pair of you, tugging you closer towards him without thinking after watching the pair of you make out for a few moments, nibbling at your sensitive bud ever so lightly, catching you completely off guard and causing you to moan into pierre’s mouth, struggling to kiss back any longer.

“charles oh my god,” you gasped, he wasn’t giving you a second to breathe. there were sure to be small bruises from his fingers holding your thighs, which were attempting to squeeze together ━ no match for his strong hold.

he managed to untangle one arm, moving to slide a finger inside of you quickly while his mouth paid attention to your clit. pierre watching all the mean while, his left hand lazily playing with your boobs; flicking your nipple between his fingers.

your arms were struggling to hold you up, tempted to fall back fully onto your back; but the want to watch charles was the only thing stopping your shaking arms from giving way.

“look at the mess you’re making love,” pierre spoke, noticing your struggles to stay up right, his words in your ear not making it any easier. “been thinking about this a lot?” he asked teasingly, eyes shifting down onto your face.

you only whimpered in response, attempting to keep your head up to look at charles, whose eyes were now looking up at you, stilling his moments. you had whined, not processing why he had stopped, your eyes pleading for him to continue; pierre laughing beside you.

“answer him. use your words ma chérie,” charles spoke huskily, giving your inner thigh a small tap of encouragement.

“gets so stupid the moment you touch her, slut can’t answer a simple question,” pierre commented; never failing to fluster you, all the while you were desperately trying to remember what you were even asked. but with charles breath literally fanning your clit and pierre’s hands roaming your chest it was no use.

“fuck off,” you mumbled out, taking these few moments to try compose yourself, eyes falling down on charles as you ignored pierre’s laughter.

“he asked if you think about this a lot,” charles hummed sympathetically, finger moving in and out of you a few times before stilling again as a motive for you to answer

your breathing was heavy, nodding your head at his words. “yeah,” you confirmed, voice lacking confidence from embarrassment; pierre perking up at your response as if he was surprised.

“of course you do.” pierre grinned, his lips moving to kiss the skin on your chest and neck; roaming aimlessly and lazily. “tell us then, what do you think about?” pierre asked you as you squirmed beneath the pair of them, the light kisses and touches from both of them making it hard to stay still, craving more.

“guys please,” you whined; ignoring pierre’s question, hips bucking up towards charles face ━ just wanting him to touch you again, his tongue, fingers; anything.

to your surprise however you were met with a harsher slap on your inner thigh, causing you to gasp as your eyes darted back down to charles.

“you heard him,” charles grunted, pierre’s smirk growing as the pair of them just waited. wanting to know what you fantasied about.

pierre wanted an ego boost.

charles wanted to know if you thought about him how he did you.

“want you both at the same time,” you admitted, cheeks on fire as you avoided eye contact with the pair of them, eyes settling on the ceiling instead. “one in my mouth while the other fucks me.” your voice was quiet, detailing the thought in your mind for the past two weeks.

charles rewarded your answer by slowly starting to move his finger in and out of you, his tongue even flicking your clit a few times; which had whimpers falling from your lips.

“you want us to use you?” pierre rephrased your answer, his large hand cupping your cheek to tilt your head back towards him. “that’s what you’re trying to say isn’t it pretty girl,” he grinned wickedly.

you almost moaned at the sight, his large hand holding your head in place as your legs shook underneath charles hands, pierre’s eyes practically piercing yours.

once more you could only whimper, nodding in confirmation, a whisper of the word please being heard but long forgotten as charles busied himself once more.

purely to distract you from pierre’s hold. it hadn’t become clear to you yet but charles was struggling when your attention was not on him.

your arms gave way when he added a second finger, back arching off the bed as he resumed his assault on your clit with his mouth, which felt like absolute heaven.

shamelessly close, you were already struggling to form coherent sentences; pierre having opted for watching for now, bottle of champagne back in his hand as he admired the way your body shook.

“i’m close charles, please,” you whined; not even ashamed of how quickly your orgasm was approaching. the teasing those past few moments had you on edge and surprisingly it wasn’t taking much to push you over.

“don’t let her cum.” the dreaded words left pierre’s lips like a natural reflex, and you should’ve expected it considering he did this last time.

you were well aware this man had a thing for edging - he’d denied you of orgasm countless amount of times, so you whined in preparation for the pleasure to be cruelly taken from you.

but this time charles didn’t listen, catching you completely off guard. your body expecting his fingers to retract when instead they curled perfectly inside you. expected his tongue to leave your clit but rather it sped up.

you practically squealed as you came suddenly, body shaking and hips bucking up once more. pierre let out a small groan at the sight and sounds you were making, after having rolled his eyes at charles ignoring him. which he should’ve predicted.

“oh my god charles,” you breathed out, pulling your head up to look at him, chest heaving as your legs shook. you were met with his green eyes, watching as he flashed you a sweet smile, in awe of the view ahead of him.

“i’m not done ma belle,” charles spoke so simply, and it took you a few moments to realise what he meant before his lips were back on your clit, his fingers which had slowed down beginning to speed up again.

pierre eyebrows perked up in interest when he realised what charles was doing, but the scoff that left his lips was audible to both of you. he said nothing though, despite his want to. he could be patient, allow charles to consume all of your attention and praise for now.

you practically flinched when charles tongue returned to flicking your clit, so sensitive from the orgasm you had barley gotten over, your hands gripping onto the sheets beside you.

“i cant, oh my god,” you struggled to speak; hips attempting to push up once again, which charles easily stopped by moving his hand to press on your lower stomach, holding you in place as if it was nothing despite your consistent squirming.

“we’ve barely started love,” pierre chuckled; leaning over to push some hair out of your face, voice holding no sympathy just like charles with his treatment of your cunt. he wasn’t letting up, how could he with the moans leaving your lips and your thighs shaking around him? “keep your eyes open,” he instructed you sweetly as he tilted your chin towards him once more.

he had made it clear that he at least wanted your eyes on him, considering charles wasn’t willing to share anything else.

your jaw dropped as charles curled his fingers inside you, a shaky breath falling from your lips as you tried to keep your eyes on pierre. and attempted to stop your shaking body, to no success however.

“gonna cum all over his fingers again? making such a mess on my sheets and it’s because of another guy.” pierre asked you with a laugh, causing you to whine as he stared down at you intently, grip still tight on your chin.

you could barely comprehend his words again, which he knew. if you weren’t feeling pure ecstasy right now you’d tell him to shut up, try stop him from always running his mouth.

but you loved it, and he knew that too. his taunts, praise, degrading words; whatever he said to you during moments like these had your cheeks on fire and had you becoming a stuttering mess.

simply put it, when it came to sex pierre knew how to please you perfectly, even without touching you.

and charles envied that, in such a short time it was even obvious to him just how well pierre pleased you. how quickly you would submit to him, how a simple whisper in your ear had you a flustered mess.

even while charles was here between your thighs somehow your attention was on pierre? he knew that should be expected with it being a threesome and all, but it seemed the more it happened ━ the more it annoyed him.

“fuck charles,” you moaned, head falling back away from pierre’s grip once more; bringing the ferarri back to reality. reminding him you still very much appreciated his efforts right now. also making him realise how fucking stupid he was.

you were moaning his name yet he was worried about another guy. he had fallen hard, it was almost pathetic. however he let none of that distract him as he quickly guided you to your second orgasm, which hit you hard and quickly; without any warning.

the overstimulation had your eyes rolling back, a string of moans filling the air as you came on charles fingers again.

“fuck you’re hot,” pierre had breathed out quietly you didn’t even hear it; having nothing else to do but watch, having freed his painful hard on a few moments earlier ━ lazily jacking off.

“you’re really good at that,” you spoke quietly through your heavy breaths, eyes falling onto charles for a few moments, your cheeks flushed and hair already a slight mess. eyes watery but no tears had fallen. yet.

charles had grinned at your praise as if you screaming his name wasn’t enough clarification that he was meeting your expectations, finally sitting up straight as he moved to hover over you once more.

“you taste better than the champagne,” charles smiled playfully, before moving to slide his fingers over your lips; which you happily invited in your mouth.

even in your fucked out state, despite having not been fucked yet, you were quick to clean yourself off his fingers; eyes staring up at him as you did.

“good girl,” the coo had left charles naturally, his other hand pushing a few strands of hair that were sticking to your face back; and you felt your stomach twist at the interaction.

the praise, the eye contact, his delicate touch you had just realised you had so dearly missed. not to mention all the while you were sucking his fingers. you were practically mesmerised by him in those few moments.

pierre was growing sick of this. watching yet another intimate moment between the pair of you. this was more than just a charles issue.

last time he thought nothing of it, but now knowing charles had feelings he was noticing the differences in the glances and physical touch you two shared.

“alright, i have a better use for that mouth,” pierre interrupted the pair of you; refraining from any snide comments, breaking you out of your hypnotic like trance as charles pulled his fingers out of your mouth.

your eyes had fallen onto pierre, lighting up at the sight of his hard cock, more than eager to suck him off despite your legs still slightly trembling.

“what was that about both of us at the same time mon amour?” charles asked, sitting back on his knees between your legs; his hands finding your hips as he swiftly turned you on to your stomach.

pierre had moved to sit against the headboard, facing you as you quickly caught on; biting down on your bottom lip as you positioned yourself between pierre’s legs.

you didn’t know what to focus on, charles behind you grabbing your hips to lift your ass up slightly as he further spread your legs, or the view in front of you; pierre smirking down at you as he stroked his hard cock directly in front of your face.

after a moment of trying to compose yourself, which was still no use, you reached to replace pierre’s hand with your own; instead met with his other hand tangling in your hair, tugging your head up and stopping your movements, a wince leaving your lips.

“say please pretty girl.” pierre reminded you, amusement sparkling in his eyes as he stared down at you, holding your head in place. not missing any opportunity to assert his power over you.

your jaw had dropped at his persistence to make you work for things, your eyes rolling ━ considering this was the first time you weren’t on the edge of an orgasm as pierre teased you, meant you were inclined to do the opposite of what he asked.

“do you ever shut up?” you questioned in a huff, bold words considering your compromising position. not oblivious to the sound of charles ridding himself of his belt and pants, his hands returning to your thighs; a chuckle leaving his lips.

“you say that as if you weren’t just screaming charles name for the whole floor to hear.” pierre was quick to snap back, eyebrows raising as he tugged your hair, his favourite way to try keep you in line. “say please.” he repeated, playfulness gone from his tone.

“i’m quite happy for you to just watch charles fuck me.” you hummed, looking up at pierre sweetly; watching as his jaw ticked at your disobedience, he found it amusing however; as if you would be able to deny him much longer.

however it was charles who got through to you, a sharp slap on your ass catching you completely off guard, the moan falling from your lips before you could stop it as you jolted forwards, only inches away from pierre’s dick now but his grip on your head didn’t let you get too close.

“i like listening to you beg,” charles had defensively spoken in reply when you let out a whine at the spank, feeling an irrational sense of betrayal. so now charles decides to side with pierre.

you had to stop yourself from huffing and rolling your eyes, pierre’s cocky smirk only having grown as he looked down at you expectantly.

“don’t know why you always do this,” pierre commented, a deep breath leaving his lips as he stared down at you. “no need to act like you’re not desperate to suck my cock baby, we all know you are.” he teased, tapping the tip of his dick on your cheek for good measure.

charles had rolled his eyes at the pointless reminder that you and pierre had done this many times, unsure as to why pierre always felt the need to bring it up. you however felt as if your whole body was on fire, annoyance, arousal, anticipation. so many things to focus on and enjoy it was just all too much.

“please,” you spoke in a sigh, looking up at him through your lashes, not that you had any choice with the grip he had in your hair. but once more you were snapped out of your thoughts with charles hand making contact with your ass once more.

“you can do better than that,” charles muttered, his low voice alongside the sharp pain that turned into pleasure causing you to flinch slightly as you gasped.

“please, wanna taste you,” you whined, reacting quite quickly to charles comment; despite your eyes being up and on pierre. who for once actually felt a bit disheartened that you’d beg because charles said so, not himself. he didn’t let it show though. not when you were looking up at him with pleading eyes while his dick twitched in his hand. “please pierre, just want you in my mouth. down my throat.” you squeaked out after feeling charles run his tip through your folds.

he couldn’t deny you any longer, releasing the grip in your hair without another word. you felt relieved, hand immediately reaching to wrap around him; jacking him off a few times before moving your tongue to the base of his dick, licking a long stripe up to the top.

you didn’t miss pierre’s head fall back as you licked up the pre-cum that had leaked over his tip, before taking him in your mouth; hollowing your cheeks as you were quick to try impress, taking as much of him as you could right off the bat.

“there you go baby,” pierre spoke in encouragement, watching you in awe; the view of your ass perfectly placed in front of him as charles lined up at your entrance, he too having grown hard just from bringing you to your back to back orgasms.

you moaned around him when charles thrusted inside of you, his hands holding your hips up as he did so, his groan mixing with pierre’s and the sounds the pair of them were making had your head spinning.

“pussy feels like it was fucking made for me ma belle,” charles grunted out as he stilled inside you; allowing you to get used to his size for a moment. which you needed in all honesty.

your moan from his words was muffled as you bobbed your head up and down pierre’s dick slowly, tongue swirling expertly but your pace lacking as you focused on the full feeling, hips soon wiggling to try entice charles to start moving.

“already came twice and still greedy for more,” pierre noted, speaking through heavy breaths as you sucked him off, your eyes fluttering to look up at him. “such a whore for us,” pierre cooed, his tone not matching his words as he took your hair into a makeshift ponytail with his hand so it didn’t get in your way.

“cause she knows no one can fuck her better,” charles had chimed in as he began to thrust in and out of you. hard. causing you to struggle to stay consistent with pierre’s dick in your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat every few moments.

pierre had mercy for a few moments, pulling you off his cock as your hand quickly replaced your mouth, pumping his length quickly as the moans stumbled from your lips.

“fuck yes,” you were quick to moan in agreement and appreciation, eyes rolling back as charles fucked you, the angle allowing for him to hit spots that you weren’t expecting. coming off two orgasms, it shouldn’t be surprising it was already feeling incredible.

you didn’t want to disappoint however, managing your focus enough to take pierre back in your mouth; which had him moaning once more, always admiring your determination to please. and the feeling of you moaning around his dick every time charles hit that certain spot inside of you had him practically groaning in response.

“mouth feels like fuckin’ heaven,” pierre commented, his hand pushing your head down just that little bit further to enjoy the feeling of you deep throating him, and you had no complaints, despite gagging around him momentarily, the action had you clenching around charles.

“she likes that.” charles commented with a grunt, hand giving your ass a squeeze as he pounded into you, your walls tightening around his cock only causing him to fasten up, bringing your hips back into him with ease.

you couldn’t hear pierre chuckle, too lost in your own pleasure as you took the alpha tauri’s driver cock down your throat over and over again. body moving with every thrust charles made, he was fucking you stupid and you were loving it.

“mhm, feels so good,” you whimpered out pathetically when pierre pulled you off his dick again, the driver being considerate of your need to breathe as you moaned and gagged around him moments earlier. your hand replacing your mouth once more, not wanting pierre to miss out.

your free hand was gripping onto pierre’s thigh, nails digging into the skin as charles fucked you, your third orgasm approaching way too quickly. you’d feel ashamed with how quick you were cumming but charles telling you he was about to cum made those worries disappear.

charles knew you were about to finish as well, his hand snaking around your waist and finding your sensitive clit instantly, a few circles with his fingers and your high reached you suddenly, cumming on his dick before even realising it was happening; screaming his name all the while.

it was enough to make charles cum, your walls tightening around him once more had him hitting his orgasm with a groan, cumming partially inside you and on the inside of your thighs.

“fuck princess,” charles grunted, dropping your hips. you could only moan in response, watery eyes looking up at pierre, hand still working his cock; even putting the effort to drag your thumb over his tip despite your body feeling as if you’d just done a marathon.

“fuck you look so good like this,” pierre breathed, dick twitching in your hand as his hand wiped a couple of tears that has escaped your eyes, alongside the spit that had gathered at the corner of your mouth. “you think you got one more in you? i wanna ruin that pretty cunt of yours as well.” pierre asked, having to bite down on the inside of his cheek.

he could cum in your hand right now in all honesty, but he wanted to fuck you. for selfish reasons. and other reasons.

you nodded weakly, looking up at him eagerly. “you gotta give me a moment though,” you spoke with a breathless laugh, hand still moving up and down as you heard charles chuckle from behind you, proud he has fired you out.

his hands were casually massaging your shaking thighs, which you were silently appreciating. still coming down from your high ━ pierre nodded, in no way wanting to rush you. “whenever your ready. could have you like this all day.” pierre smirked, watching as charles stood up off the bed and walked around to grab the bottle of champagne.

“makes two of us.” charles agreed, causing your eyes to shift to him and where he now stood, having a perfect view of your face now. you smiled lazily at him, admiring the post sex glow quite clearly tracing his face. it almost made you wish you could’ve been watching him while he fucked you. but pierre was no view to complain about.

charles had took a swing of the bottle, before holding it out to you. you nodded, a grin breaking out on your face as charles leant over to hold the bottle above your lips, your mouth opening as he poured a bit of liquid. all the while you were still wanking pierre off, lazily however so he wouldn’t cum until he was inside of you.

“so good for us.” charles grinned before retracting the bottle from your mouth, offering some to pierre who had declined; making some comment about how he had enough when charles was hogging you for himself.

“best for last.” you had jokingly replied to pierre’s snide comment, your tired giggle making it clear you were joking, which wouldn’t have meant anything to charles until you also sent him a reassuring smile, sitting up and moving to straddle pierre.

charles had moved to the other side of the bed, taking a seat on the edge with the champagne in hand, thinking he’d be content in watching now that he’d already brought you to three toe curling orgasms.

“i want you to face charles love,” pierre spoke in the middle of your movements, a moment of confusion spreading across your face but you quickly caught on, managing to turn around; reverse cowgirl it was.

as if your legs were going to hold up for this.

“i don’t think━” you had started to speak, but as if he was reading your mind pierre interrupted.

“i got you baby don’t worry. i’ll do all the work,” he chuckled; hands grabbing your hips and moving you to hover over him, lowering you onto his length slowly, and with ease due to your arousal from before.

your head fell back onto his shoulder immediately, jaw dropping as he filled you up; whimpering when he bottomed out. “oh fuck pierre,” you mumbled, your hand reaching back and tangling in his hair.

pierre tried not to lose himself in the feeling of you, knowing he had other things to focus on. so while his hands began to guide your hips up and down, his attention remained on you and how you were reacting.

“need you to look at charles for me love,” he had repeated, breathing heavily through his words. you whined at the request, lacking control over your body but managing to do so anyways, dragging your head up to meet the monegasque driver, who was watching intently.

charles face was stoic, watching as you rode pierre’s dick he quickly realised he’d have to act as if this wasn’t bothering him, but he has figured out the moment you moaned pierre’s name that it was. which only annoyed him further, because he knew it shouldn’t.

“gotta make the most of this love; cause this may be the last time i fuck you,” pierre grunted, voice in your ear as you bounced on his dick, you were barely able to make sense of his words. “don’t think charles is a fan of sharing.”

“what?” you spoke through a moan, unsure of what he was saying as you tried to comprehend, but when he brought your hips down just that little bit harder you were easily distracted from your confusion. charles however had heard pierre loud and clear, his eyes narrowing into a glare on the french driver.

what the fuck was pierre doing?

“look at him.” pierre breathed in your ear, lifting your hips up and down as if it was nothing, your eyes struggling to focus on charles, but you so desperately wanted to do as pierre said. “he can’t stand this right now, that i’m inside you and he’s not.” pierre explained, his hips lifting unexpectedly, your body shaking in response.

“pierre,” charles warned; jaw clenched as his grip on the bottle tightened, his hand practically white. it was taking a lot of him to not rudely pull you off of him. but now with pierre blatantly calling him out, he didn’t know how to react.

“shut up pierre,” you whimpered, unable to tell if he was being serious or not. if you weren’t so tired and drained you’d be able to understand what was going on, but trying to read the situation while pierre moved you up and down on his dick was no use.

“i know how stupid you get when i fuck you ma belle but it’s obvious,” pierre smirked, having to stop speaking as he moaned at the feeling of you around him, his hands giving your hips a squeeze. “don’t tell me you haven’t noticed his jealousy these past few days?” pierre spoke.

you were starting to realise pierre was being serious, and a part of you wanted to give whatever was going on your full attention, but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop, in no position to climb off of pierre.

“pierre.” charles repeated - voice both fearful and threatening, causing your eyes to fall onto charles once more, moaning as you tried to gather your thoughts.

charles being jealous? last time pierre would be fucking you? he didn’t want to share? he being charles… not pierre?

“neither of you… oh my god,” you cut yourself off with a moan; tugging on pierre’s hair lightly. “neither… of you, have any reason to be jealous.” you got your words out, a whimper being quick to follow.

pierre’s lips had attached to your neck, chuckling against your skin as he fucked you. “see mate? you’ve got nothing to worry about.” pierre grinned, eyes moving up onto charles, who was glaring daggers at him.

charles felt as if he was frozen on the bed, never had he felt so many conflicting emotions and feelings. he was hard again from your moans and the sight of your naked body, he was terrified of what would happen when you properly process everything pierre had just said, and he was incredibly angry pierre had exposed him. while he was fucking you.

“what the fuck are you talking about?” you spoke, body and mind in two different places. because while you were annoyed that you were quite clearly missing something here, it didn’t stop your head from taking its place back on pierre’s shoulder.

charles felt his stomach drop at your question, and he seriously felt as if he was going to throw up at the smile pierre flashed him moments later.

“charles wants more. wants you all for himself.” pierre revealed, timing it perfectly as one hand left your hip and moved to your clit, fingers rubbing circles quickly as he snapped his hips up into yours roughly.

your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the confession but once again you were quickly distracted by pleasure, body jerking as your sensitive clit got more attention; a louder moan falling from your lips.

charles watched as you quickly came on pierre’s dick, moaning his name all the while; he wasn’t sure how long it was before pierre came because it felt as if time froze.

he was spending all that time trying to prepare for what’s to come, to explain himself; try come up with an excuse even. to somehow get around the fact that he had caught feelings. which seemed impossible now thanks to his so called best friend.

maybe running out of the room was the best option.

you had slid off pierre’s dick, now in between his legs and attempting to catch your breath. your body was tired, and if it weren’t for pierre’s lingering words you’d be in a heap right now.

for the first time ever there was an awkward silence amongst the three of you, which gave you the perfect opportunity to try figure out what was going on.

charles wanted you all to himself, he was jealous these past few days, last time pierre would be fucking you, something about not wanting to share?

you finally connected the dots, eyes darting up to charles as you did so. and he read you perfectly, dread washing over him once he knew you knew. so he was quick to stand up, in no mood for rejection. he wouldn’t allow this night to be ruined, not after a win like todays.

“charles,” you were quick to speak up in an attempt to stop him, voice desperate as you tried to reach out for him. you missed miserably, whimpering as your sore legs couldn’t make any quick movements.

he stopped however, a sigh leaving his lips as he faced you; resisting the urge to cringe. he didn’t want to talk about this.

“it’s fine y/n, we don’t need to talk about it.” he rushed out, failing to mask the disappointment on his face. your face reading confusion and sympathy, the last thing charles wanted right now.

“what if i want to?” you were quick to question, your hand managing to grasp his wrist; which you had tried to do when he first stood up. “please,” you quickly added when you noted the doubt in his eyes, your fingers swiftly moving to his; intertwining yours with his in an attempt to sway him to stay.

it was charles now who was confused, only having prepared for rejection; and still anticipating it, this was not how he expected you to react. pierre however, was in no way surprised.

“i’m going to let you two talk.” pierre announced, swinging his legs aside and standing up off the bed, a proud smirk on his face. “and no bullshitting. it’s quite clear what is going on here.” pierre hummed, approaching the pair of you before he pressed a kiss to your cheek, then flashing charles an apologetic smile.

you were still confused, yet felt grateful pierre had left; because whatever he had implied should be talked about privately. well that’s the way it seemed from your assumptions.

“look i can just go, we can pretend this never happened━” charles began to speak after a few more moments of awkward silence once pierre had left, his grip of your hand loosening.

“no.” you quickly interrupted, shaking your head and tightening your grasp on his hand. “i’m just… confused that’s all.” you tried to explain, tongue grazing over the front of your teeth. “i don’t know how i feel.” you admitted honestly, eyes having not left him.

you instantly noticed the slight disappointment flash across his features, which he recovered from quickly yet he couldn’t stop the sigh that had left his lips. that slight hope maybe you felt the same way was fading more and more by the second.

“i can handle rejection.” charles spoke flatly, a pathetic laugh leaving his lips afterwards, as if that would help soften the blow; his free hand rubbing the back of his neck. his words had you rolling your eyes, your hand tugging his to bring him back onto the bed.

“what i do know,” you continued; narrowing your eyes as if to tell him to let you speak. “is that i was too afraid to sleep with you again due to the prospect of catching feelings,” you explained sheepishly, causing his eyebrows to raise.

“only took me two times,” he mumbled ━ causing you to chuckle, your eyes still trying to read his features, which was easier now that he was sitting on the bed ahead of you.

“and the idea of… having you to myself,” you mocked pierre’s words from before, trying to think as you spoke. because it was as the conversation went on that you kept realising things. “doesn’t sound too bad,” you admitted, swallowing back the lump in your throat that would give away your nerves.

charles face lit up subtlety, his eyes searching yours for any hint of playfulness or a give away that you were joking. “oh really now?” charles spoke in confirmation, trying to fight back the smile on his face.

you couldn’t hold the smile back however, nodding at his question; shifting towards him slightly. “mhm,” you confirmed with a small grin; which caused his smile to finally grace his lips. “as long as you first elaborate on a few things pierre said.” you mentioned, your fingers still intertwined you gave his hand yet another squeeze, one of reassurance.

“xavier made me realise a few things,” charles put it simply as he shrugged. “pierre caught on quickly too.” he added, rolling his eyes. pierre. he wasn’t letting him get away with this no matter how this turns out.

the mention of xavier surprised you, despite connecting the dots you hadn’t realised xavier had anything to do with it. but then it made even more sense, charles randomly telling him you were with pierre; the way he acted towards him saturday night.

“xavier?” you giggled, shaking your head as charles nodded in confirmation. “he is nothing but a friend.” you clarified, confused on how he could think it would be more.

“he certainly doesn’t think so.” charles hummed knowingly, causing you to try think if he was right. but you’d never looked at him that way.

“i’ve never noticed.” you replied truthfully, pursing your lips as you slowly became aware of your own feelings. how did you not notice charles jealousy towards xavier? how did you not notice xavier’s feelings for you?

because you only ever focused on charles. it’s always been charles.

“how? it’s obvious,” charles laughed; resisting the urge to scoff. it’d be hypocritical of him to critique xavier when he himself couldn’t hide his feelings either.

“i only really look at you that way,” you admitted quietly and simply, almost speaking to yourself as well as charles, his laughter dying out as he realised what you meant, a small smile tugging on the corner of his lips.

“well that’s good to hear.” he breathed out light heartedly, causing you to laugh. it was then the two of you fell back into silence, but this time ━ it was a comfortable one. giving the pair of you much needed time to process what was going on.

you had learned a lot these past few minutes, yet even in your tired state you felt no doubt.

“how about i just give you time to think this all over? i don’t want you feeling obligated, or making any rushed…” charles began to ramble. while you were coming to terms with your feelings, he had been overthinking. this was all too sudden and out of nowhere. plus your tired eyes made him feel guilty for having this conversation right now.

it took you a few moments to realise he was falling back into doubt, but once you did you had to resist the urge to roll your eyes.

you didn’t have any hesitation however in cutting him off, leaning forward to press your lips to his in a kiss. not a lust driven one, not an eager one; but a soft yet passionate one.

he was surprised, yet quickly came to his senses, hand moving to cup your cheek gently as his lips moved against yours slowly; his last few doubts vanishing as he slowly pulled away, yet kept your head close to his.

“i could get used to that,” you mumbled softly, your hand moving to brush through his hair, charles humming out in both agreement and appreciation, a soft smile breaking on his features.

“me too.”

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a/n: i suck at endings and fluff but here u go i really hope it lived up to expectations cause the love on part one was insane, ty to everyone for being so kind wtf it really means a lot <333

i need to proof read again so ignore any errors lol and et me know what u think !!

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Curiosity Killed The Cat

request: request. i’m not sure if you’re comfortable with writing it but it’s worth a try the team is always teasing spencer saying “he’s definitely a virgin” and he’s like “wtf no i’m not” one day they’re like ok well then y/n can see for herself, y/n is like “😳i didn’t sign up for this” and long story short they come back to the bau and the team is like “ ok soooo?” and y/n is like zoning out mumbling “you were wrong”

Warnings: SMUT (Penetration, oral (female recieving), spanking, over-stimulation, choking, degrading kink)

A/N: YO SHIT’S ABOUT TO GO DOWN, I am going to start publishing fics again, but updates will be very very slow. They’ll increase eventually, but for now, they are slow. Love you all!

The night began at work. A late night with the team at the office, stacks of files mounted on all of your desks and you’re all gathered around to keep each other awake.

“Ugh. This is too much work. Seriously. Can’t killers ever take a break?”

You whine, spinning in the swivel chair and holding a file in the air. Morgan chuckles, staring at his own file before speaking.

“I need a drink after this.”

“You and me both Morgs.”

“I told you to stop calling me that Girly.”

You chuckle, stopping your spinning and standing up to stretch. It feels nearly impossible to stay awake. Not necessarily because you’re tired, but you’ve been staring at similar files all day and it’s getting boring and tiring.

 “I’ll do refills on coffee. Gimme your mugs.”

You say, letting them pile different sizes of cups and mugs in your arms. You saunter over to the coffee machine and set them on the counter.

You set the pot for a lot of coffee and quickly dash to Hotch’s office, where him and Rossi are.

“Yo, I’m making coffee, y’all need refills?”

They shake their heads and you shrug, returning to the coffee machine and pouring the coffee in the mugs before adding cream and sugar.

“How much sugar tonight Reid?”

You ask, turning to the tall doctor with a smirk. Luckily, you and your team are the only people left in the bullpen so you can be as loud as you want.

“A lot.”

You snort, grabbing the box of sugar and piling it in, almost emptying it before putting it on the shelf and making a few trips to distribute the coffee.

“Here you are Spencer, sugar with some coffee on the side.”

You chuckle, sitting in your chair again and picking a new file up, only to find that this was the last file.

“Oh. Anyone else wanna give me files? I’m on my last one.”

Morgan and Emily immediately run up to you with files, dropping them on your desk and thanking you. It made you laugh, watching smiles grown on their faces.

“Okay team. We’re almost finished. Just a little bit more now.”

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A few hours later you, Spencer, Rossi, and Hotch are finished with your stacks, waiting for the other three with Penelope, discussing bars to go to.

“Oooo there’s a new one downtown, we should go there.”

“Can you guys hold back your alcohol talk until tonight please? I just wanna get out of here fast and maybe get lucky tonight.”

Emily pleads, making you and the other women go “oooo” while the men groan.

“Oh boy you are right Em. I haven’t gotten laid in so long. Too long.”

You say, leaning back in your chair and looking at a flabbergasted Penelope.

“How long?”

She asks, staring at you in disbelief. You were a very beautiful woman (Don’t you fucking dare say otherwise) so people often assumed you had sex often. You weren’t private about it either. So what if people judged you? Sex is natural and anyone who says otherwise is selling something.

“Since my first time in middle school. I had a delusion that sex was gonna be this amazing thing and then it was actually terrible. I gave up all hope and never slept with anyone ever again. So you know, it is what it is.”

Everyone looked at you in shock, confused as to how you went your whole life without sex.

“Wait really?”

Morgan questions, his attention dropping from the files to you in an instant. Spencer simply stared at you in disbelief, his expression suddenly making you nervous.

“Y-yeah. I haven't had sex since middle school. It isn’t a big deal.”

You defend, but Penelope wraps an arm around you, pulling you close.

“Oh honey I’m definitely finding you someone to take home.”

“Hey, at least you had your first time, unlike pretty boy over here.”

Morgan teases, messing with Spencer’s hair. Spencer was often teased for being a virgin, but none of you knew what to believe. He said he wasn’t, but refused to tell even Morgan about any of his times.

“How many times do I have to tell you guys, I’m not a virgin!”

“Then tell us about one time.”

Morgan says, a wide smirk on his face at the disheveled state of the genius doctor. Poor Reid just wanted to be left alone but Morgan will not let this go.

“Morgan. Not all of us are public about our sex lives like you bud. Sometimes I wish you were as secretive as Reid. None of us want to hear about how you “got it on”.”

Morgan grimaces, and Spencer looks to you thankfully. 

“C’mon Y/N, you aren’t even a little curious?”

Emily asks from her desk, finally finishing up the last file with JJ. You shrug, playing with your hair briefly.

“Of course I’m super curious, but, unlike you lust goblins, I stand with Hotch and Rossi and don’t want to make him uncomfortable.”

Various groans come from the team as you fist-bump Hotch and Rossi, laughing at their defeat.

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When Morgan finally finishes, you all head to the new bar downtown, smiling at the flashing lights of the dance floor and immediately going to a small table with the rest of the team.

“Oh hells yes! This place is already fun!”

Penelope squeals, waving a worker over to get food. Morgan sits next to you, Emily on your other side and Spencer is next to Morgan and Hotch. 

“Alright my baby’s we are partying until Y/N gets lucky!”

You chuckle at Penelope’s words, raising a glass of water to your lips and taking a big swig of it before looking around. The people in there were definitely attractive, but your mind never swayed from a certain genius.

You meant it when you said you were curious, your mind had always wandered to certain images when you went to sleep, constantly imagining what he would be like.

You’re mind was so easily destroyed by him. All of your thoughts contorted by him. To the point where you can’t imagine sleeping with any of these other people, but you’re scared to ruin your friendship with him by trying to sleep with him.

“Ah guys. I’m fine. I don’t want to sleep with someone I don’t know.”

Morgan groans, nudging your side and making you laugh.

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A few hours later, Spencer has abandoned ship and went to the bathroom, leaving you alone with the rest of the team as you eat some wings.

“Oh my god I know how to figure out if Reid’s a virgin or not!”

Penelope shouts, you look at her excited face, just smirking as she squeals.

“And what is your plan?”

“One of us hooks up with him!”

You all choke on your food and drinks, staring at her in shock.

“I’m sorry what? Did you just say-”

“Actually that’s not a bad idea.”

Hotch cuts you off. You turn to his smirking face in shock. Never in a million years would you have thought that Aaron Hotchner thought one of you sleeping with Reid is a good idea.

“Hotch! Wouldn’t that like, mess with work or something?”

He shrugs, turning to you and smirking.

“What can I say? I’m curious too.”

You sigh, chuckling a bit and shaking your head.

“I say Y/N does it.”

“What?”

“Yeah! Y/N is single and hasn’t gotten laid in a while, it’s perfect!”

“Guys no I-”

“Oh my god you’re right! Plus there’s plenty of sexual tension between the two of them.”

You sigh, knowing they won’t let up until this happens. When the team wants something, they make it happen.

“Okay guys, I didn’t sign up for this, I’m not your test dummy.”

You say, putting your wings down on the plate in front of you and looking around at them all.

“Please girly? Pretty please?”

Morgan begs, clutching your hand tightly and shaking it up and down like a child who wants a toy.

“Y/N, I will make sure you get a raise in your paycheck.”

You stop and think about it for a second.

It could ruin your relationship with him forever, then again, he’s the type to forgive and forget when it comes to his friends.

And if it did work out, then things could be awkward between the two of you for a long time, or worse, he’d regret it. And like all the things he regrets, he’d ignore you until you disappeared.

And the worst you can think of, you take his virginity. Not someone he loves, not his girlfriend or wife, you. His bestfriend and co-worker. 

But still, just that small percentage that everything might go completely right and you might even get a second time with him makes it feels like it might be worth it.

“Okay fine. But I don’t want a raise. If I’m doing this it’s because I want to.”

They all cheer and you just smile, taking a swig of beer before motioning for Morgan to switch seats with you so that when Spencer comes back he’ll be next to you.

Within a few minutes Spencer returns and you feel a heat travel up your neck as you look at him. He turned to you and smiled, sending shivers up your spine as you smiled back.

“Why’d you switch places?”

He asks, you turn to Morgan for help, pleading him to come up with a fake story.

“Emily kept poking her so she told me to switch.”

He says, you practically glare daggers at him, but you go with it, turning back to Spencer and nodding with a smile.

“Yep, so now, you are stuck with me.”

You joke, trying to ease the dusty pink on your cheeks, and nudge him gently in the arm.

In a few minutes you muster up the courage to let your hand travel off of the counter and onto Spencer’s thigh, feeling your entire face go crimson at the feeling of the hard muscle.

He choked on his water briefly before looking at you, his eyebrows furrowing at the sight of your red face. You were trying to hide any emotion you felt out of embarrassment. 

He didn’t say anything though, you’re hand felt warm against the cool breeze of the bar, and he wasn’t opposed to your touch whatsoever.

Everyone continued talking and laughing as your hand inched upwards, and you could feel his body tense up every once in a while, and every time he did, you paused, giving him a moment to push your hand away or tell you to stop, but he didn’t. Not even when you began massaging and squeezing the muscle in your hands.

In fact, he at some point grabbed your hand and positioned it right above his own cock. You weren’t touching it yet, just hovering in slight fear.

He wants this.

You thought before slowly lowering your hand, your eyes widening at the feeling of his semi hard and fairly large cock. What the hell were you getting yourself into?

You glance at him quickly, only to find him staring straight back at you with lust lidded eyes. They were intimidating, almost scary. Usually you would have hated to be on the receiving end of this glare, but in this context, it made you feel like a match had been lit inside of you and you were just left there with a lit match inside of you.

The moment you squeezed your hands just slightly, he abruptly stood up, your hand falling from his crotch. Everyone looks at him in shock as he yanks you up.

“I need to talk to you.”

Is all he says before dragging you away. You only had a split second to turn and see the teams faces, but they were all pretty much the same. 

A shit eating smile with wiggling eyebrows.

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From the moment you were yanked into the private room with Spencer, you were super nervous. It had been years, you were inexperienced. What if he didn’t like it? What if he left because you were bad at it?

He seemed to notice your panicked state and sat you down on the bed, crouching in front of you and taking your hands in his.

“Hey, we don’t have to do this. As much as I would love to prove to you that I really am not a virgin, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. But if you say yes, I will pillage your body to the point that you can’t walk next week.”

Well shit, now you were fully convinced and super turned on. You had thought he was vanilla, or maybe even a bottom, but oh wow you were so wrong.

“Do it.”

Those were the only two words needed for Spencer Reid to pounce, and your plane of vision was knocked over, now laying on your back as he traps you under his body. 

His lips are everywhere. They’re on yours at first, but they travel to your jaw, your neck, and his lengthy fingers work at the buttons on your dress shirt rapidly. 

“Shit Spencer...”

You whine out as he works his hands across your body. They feel like fire against your skin. His lips are wet and messy, kissing and marking your neck for the world to see.

You grip his shirt, tugging at it and opening your mouth to speak, but a moan slips out instead. You shut your eyes in embarrassment as you feel his lips curl upwards on your collarbone, the suckling feeling feeling so warm and tingly.

“What is it baby? You want me to take my shirt off? huh?”

You nod eagerly, chest rising and falling quickly as he raises his body off of yours, and you open your heavy eyes to see him strip off his shirt. He isn’t muscly, but he’s perfect, he looks perfect.

“What do you want baby?”

You stumble over your words, your mind already fuzzy somehow by just his lips.

“You. I want you. Please Spencer I want you.”

 You beg, your hands travelling up his torso and feeling his soft skin. He leans down again, towering over you and smashing his lips on your while his hands work on getting your pants off.

His lips were safe, careful. Not aggressive, and his tongue that tasted the inside of your mouth was warm and loving, savoring your taste as you whined into his.

He was smiling so widely against your skin, his pride booming at the way you reacted to his touch. He never once thought he could get you to react like this.

“You just wanted to see if I was a virgin huh? You curious?”

You nod and shake your head, confused on why you were doing this as well. You wanted this so much it almost hurt, you’ve wanted this since day one. You were also really curious as well though.

“You know what they say.”

He leans into your ear, kissing your neck and biting your ear.

“Curiosity killed the cat.”

You felt his fingers rub at your clothed pussy, your black cloth panties preventing him from fucking you with his fingers. His fingers rub against your clit, the cotton creating friction on it as well.

 “Please Spencer! Please please please!”

You beg, feeling his breath land on your cold skin in a way that felt so raw and rigid. He tugs at your panties, freeing your cunt as a finger rubs against your clit, the bundle of nerves jolting you up.

A loud moan escapes your lips as he continues circling your clit with his long fingers, His lips kissing your open ones.

Two fingers probe into you, scissoring themselves inside of you. You groan into his mouth as they curl upwards into your wet cunt.

“Shit!”

He moves his head between your thighs, licking a wet stripe up your clit, flicking it around as you moan at the sensitive feeling. It feels like electricity lighting up the sensitive nub.

A pressure builds between your legs, a spring coiling in your stomach as he suckles on your clit, fucking you fast with his fingers.

“Spencer! I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum!”

“Do it.”

It hits you like a fiery clap of thunder, the feeling so extreme and hot it almost makes you scream and you can only hope no one heard you over the music outside.

Your breathing is labored as your high dies down, but Spencer doesn’t let up, he flips you over onto your stomach, dragging you to your knees by your hips. 

“Wha-”

You get cut off by your own moan of pain, the tip of his cock slowly being pressed into your tight and wet cunt.

“It’ll get better baby, I’ll go slow, I promise. Just tell me when you want me to go, and when you want me to stop. Okay?”

You nod against the pillow under your face, tears slipping out of the corners of your eyes. A hand lands on your ass, making you yelp at the rough feeling.

“Words baby.”

You moan, palming the sheets with your fists as he pulls out completely, leaving you to feel empty.

“Okay! Please Spencer! Please I need you!”

You could practically feel his pride rolling off of him as he pushes into your sex slowly, filling you up fully. 

It’s a stinging feeling, as if you were being torn apart. But he waits, he let’s you adjust to his girthy size before moving. He really was gentle. You hadn’t expected him to be rough exactly, but he was shockingly gentle and patient.

Eventually, you got used to the feeling, it felt so satisfying as well. The feeling of being so full and warm was so pleasuring, it sent little jolts of pleasure up your spine and out your mouth, making Spencer smirk.

“You’re so tight for me. You so curious you let me fuck you huh? So eager?”

You nod, burying your face into the pillows. You want him to move, to fuck you until you break, but words won’t come out, so you move your hips forwards, letting part of him slip out of you before moving him back into your dripping cunt.

A loud groan escapes both of your lips at the feeling, his hand lands on your ass again, reddening it before taking the hint and thrusting into you carefully.

“Oh... Holy crap!”

You moan out as he continues to clench your hips, surely leaving bruises tomorrow. His thrusts remained slow and deep, but it felt just right. He let his hands wander, travelling up and down your body.

His fingers find your bra, unclipping it and letting it fall off. Your breasts move to the rhythm of his thrusts.

“Faster... Please Spencer faster!”

“What’s that my little slut? You want more? You gonna be a greedy little slut?”

You could feel your cheeks become a dark crimson color, slightly embarrassed at the degrading language he was using, but you nod nonetheless, wanting him to pound into you shamelessly.

“Very well. What a dirty slut wants, she gets.”

His pace quickens suddenly, each thrust into you sharp and hitting into you just right. Loud moans escape both yours and Spencer’s lips, the room becoming sweaty and sticky quickly.

“This want you want you whore? You just want to be fucked like a cheap whore?”

Pointless babbles fall out of your mouth, quiet “Yes” and “I’m your cheap whore” being mumbled as he pounded into from behind. 

A gasp escapes your lips as he lands another smack to your ass, leaving a burning sensation that felt so damn pleasurable after the initial sting.

A familiar pressure builds up between your thighs again, Your legs trembling under the Thunderous feeling of your orgasm washing over your entire body.

You had thought that two orgasms would have been enough for him, but he doesn’t let up, even flipping you back over and thrusting into you harder. 

“S-Spencer!”

You gasp and squirm as his fingers find your sensitive and swollen clit, pinching and rubbing it with his thumb and index finger. It felt like a wave of nerves jolting every bone, your back arching off of the cushion underneath you.

He continues pounding into you mercilessly, admiring the way your tits bounce at his pace, the way you so desperately panted for mercy, but your body betrayed you.

If you really wanted him to get off of you, you would have made it much more clear, you would have been pushing him off more, but you were more just clutching him closer than anything, wriggling your body around.

You couldn’t form any words at this point, chasing after your third orgasm endlessly. You manage to spot the hand that isn’t abusing your clit snake its way up your body, playing and pinching your nipples briefly before wrapping itself around your neck. 

Soft squeezes are delivered to your throat, making you whimper and whine, your own hands reaching his wrist for support, feeling up the vein-y muscles.

“Spencer! Spencer I’m gonna... I’m gonna cum!”

You whimper out, his hand tightens around your throat and his fingers rub your clit faster and harder, abusing the already raw nerves. 

Everything felt so overwhelming. Your body was shaking aggressively each time he rubbed your swollen nub, and the feeling of him pounding into your wet cunt repeatedly slamming your sweet spot mercilessly and choking you out at the same time was so raw and powerful. 

It felt unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. And with a broken moan, you came all over his cock, clenching around him and pushing him over the edge as well. 

He came right inside of you, riding out his high while slowing the rubs delivered to your clit. Your insides were twitching like crazy around his sensitive cock, making him groan while watching your entire body shake.

Soon after you both came, he pulled out, letting his cum drip out of you and onto the bed, pulling your body to sit up.

“Well, did I pass your test?”

You lazily nod at his question. You panted heavily, trying to chase after your breath.

“Holy shit Spencer... That was... Wow.”

He chuckled, grabbing your clothes off of the floor and placing them next to you.

“Need help cleaning up?”

You shook your head, meeting his starstruck eyes for the first time since he choked you. They were so bright, so in awe. 

“Alright, well I’m gonna head home so I don’t have to face the others. See you at work?”

“See ya.”

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Twenty minutes later, Spencer had gone home and you had finished getting all of his cum out of you, and now you were fully dressed, making your way back to the others in a shell shocked state of mind.

Everyone else was trying their hardest not to laugh at the sight of your shaky legs when you stumbled into your chair, red hickies all over your neck. You sat with a blank stare in your eyes, chugging your water.

“So?”

Morgan asked, knowing the answer already but just wanting to hear it anyways.

“You were wrong.”

You managed to mumble out. Everyone broke out laughing, even Hotch and Rossi.

You continued to eat your wings, The memory of what just happened stuck on replay in your brain.

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