#Especially those who push and get surprised when they're pushed back

[spiderpawzsys]

People being surprised when I don't respond (I'm on dni)

LIKE OH MY GOD. I'M ON DNI FOR A REASON. I'm busy, I'm hyperfocused, I'm unstable, I'm at school, LITERALLY ANYTHING. EVEN A LOW SOCIAL BATTERY. But nothing makes me madder than someone feeling entitled enough to KEEP MESSAGING AFTER I'VE TOLD THEM TO STOP?? Like an apology, OK! BUT TRYING TO STRIKE UP CONVERSATION??? I HATE YOUUUUUUU

[pythonmoth]

cw: suicidal and homicidal thoughts. johnny is jealous and inconsistent. brief infantilization by tf141. reader is angry and pissed. author is projecting their own likes, sorry. pretty chill update. johnny is a simp loser.

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

Part 11

He wants the world to eat him alive, to swallow him and to forever keep him down underground so he never makes a single mistake in front of you ever again. To see you running away in panic because of him is something he will probably never recover from. He barely has the time to grimace when he hears you rushing away, someone right behind you; he just assumes it's Simon.

Johnny decides to just take a moment to clean up before going after you as well, when he hears someone getting into the kitchen. He looks up, expecting the Capt'n to be here to scold him, but when he sees Simon instead, he raises an eyebrow.

"Ah, it's you. I tripped" Johnny grumbles, rubbing the back of his neck.

"You hurt yourself".

"Just a tiny cut, 's nothing. Where did she go?" Johnny questions, bringing his thumb to his mouth, licking the drop of blood clean.

"I don't know. Practically bolted when you dropped the plate".

Johnny stares at him with slowly growing irritation. "And what are you doing here? I must've scared her" he sighs, standing up. "Where to?"

"Garrick already went after her".

"So?"

"They're getting along. A lot".

Johnny blinks again.

Smack.

"What the fuck? What was that for now?" Simon growls out, rubbing his head. Johnny shakes his head, still expecting an answer. Simon sighs. "Over there. Come on".

Simon guides him, their feet barely making any noise, used to being quiet and, also, because they don't want to spook you any longer. When Johnny sees, however, you're… being taken care of, he curses quietly. Gaz is cupping your cheeks, kissing you. And he feels like he just died inside a little bit.

When the Lieutenant doesn't move, seemingly not breathing, he grips his arm, whispering to him to move. They can't just invade your privacy like this, especially not when it's clear they aren't needed.

At least, Johnny knows so now.

He can't manage to take Simon with him so he walks away alone, his eye twitching in annoyance. Really, he doesn't mind you're with Gaz; they all know what's happening between the whole team, and it's not a secret they've very little boundaries. It was gonna happen one way or another, so that's really not the problem. Sure, he's pissed and a little jealous, but the problem is that he is not there.

He can't hold you in his arms and protect you from the panic if he's the reason for it, if Simon is the reason for it. He's aware of that, he's just fucking pissed. Pissed at himself, pissed at the Capt'n, pissed at the bastard who framed you and fucking pissed at the higher ups. If he could, if he's given a single opportunity, he won't hesitate to grab his rifle and smack them with the heel so hard that their noses cave in so he can watch them choke in their own blood.

For now, though, he goes sit in the living room, watching as the Capt'n snores, the movie still rolling in the back, his mind a goddamn mess. He can't stop his mind from going back to you crying in Gaz arms and him kissing you like that. Again, he's jealous for so many reasons. It's just… odd.

You've never been interested in Gaz, as far as he knows, and Simon looked so surprised that it's obvious you didn't tell him anything either. You're supposed to talk about those things! He can't blame you, he obviously understands why this connection is happening right now, but—

He barely registers Simon's grabbing his shoulder and pushing him out of your house until he's inside of the car, his mind locking away his own fear of scaring you now that he's out of your space, and allows himself to be pissed at the whole situation with Gaz.

Hell, if you talked to Simon about him, why couldn't you do the same thing with them?

Simon drives them away, clearly needing a moment. Johnny's hand is shaking over his knee, and only when Simon stops the car in a random parking lot, does he say anything.

"I'm gonna kill him" he says, not really meaning it. He does want to punch him, though.

"No, you won't".

"So what? We say nothing? We can't even fucking look at her and she's—"

"That's none of our business now" Simon snaps, getting out of the car. Johnny follows right away, both of the doors snapping shut harshly enough to echo in the parking lot.

"You can't possibly be okay with that" Johnny groans, tugging on his hair as he starts pacing next to the car. "Fuck that!"

Simon sighs, lifting his mask just enough to rub on his face. "Like hell I am, Johnny. We don't have the face to call them out on it. We've no right to be jealous".

"And why the hell not? She's ours, not his. Like hell I'm sitting here doing nothing".

That makes Simon's eye twitch, but he fights hard to ignore it. "She's not, Johnny" he reminds him, crossing his arms. "Not anymore. She was clear about it".

His heart pounding in his chest, denial burning deep in his core, Johnny marches up in front of Simon with a snarl, gripping the Lieutenant’s collar. "We made a huge mistake, aye. But I thought we were okay now. We've been talking, she's been great. Why she suddenly freaked out is what I just can't understand".

He remembers, just like Simon, falling asleep to your breathing, to your snoring, to your shuffling in the bed. Even if it was through the phone, it had meant something. Why is it that now—

Simon smacks his hand away. "Stop that. Maybe it was easier on the phone. You saw how she reacted when you dropped the plate".

"Ah. So it's my fault then? It started ever since she saw your fucking mask" Johnny snaps. Immediately, he regrets it. He knows it's not fair. Not fair on him, not fair on Simon and definitely not fair on you. It's like he just can't think about what he's saying.

"Calm the fuck down, Johnny. It's our fault she's like that. We've enough shame and guilt to share so don't come and dump it all on me" Simon states, firm. His tone might shake a little, and Johnny wants to cry, but his mind is spinning with so much guilt that he can't focus. "We went through this with Price. We knew it'd take time".

"Aye! I know that! But why him? And why are you so awfully calm about this?" Johnny snaps at him, gripping his collar again. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you're giving up on it. On us".

Simon's shoulders slump, looking at him in a terrible, heavy silence. There's no need for words. Simon doesn't stop him as Johnny grips his tshirt and pins him against the car, looking like he's only bracing himself for an angry punch or a beat up.

"You can't be serious" Johnny snaps again, his hands shaking where he's holding Simon, his own eyes burning with unshed tears, his throat closing up. "Where does that leave us?"

"That leaves us wherever she wants us to be" Simon mumbles, a hand coming up to rest on his nape, gripping him tight, seemingly uncaring of how aggressive Johnny feels. "You get that, don't you? We hurt her, Johnny. We're lucky she wants to talk to us at all".

That does it for him.

Unable to control it, he lets the regret, the pain, and his heartbreak take over, and finally bursts into tears, head falling against Simon's chest as his body breaks, sobbing. He knows he's being unfair, he knows he should be just wanting you to be happy and to enjoy yourself, even if it isn't with them. He knows. He's just… so hurt. He feels like he's being thrown away like an unfitting piece in the puzzle you're slowly building again, along with Simon. He's scared they won't be accepted back, afraid they’ll no longer be necessary in your life.

He doesn't want to be the only one, at all, he just wants to be there for you, too.

A while later, his body finally goes slack after crying so much, and Johnny wipes his face clean, looking up at Simon. Wordlessly, the Lieutenant presses a comforting, deep kiss to his lips before he slips his mask on again, sighing. "Well. Let's take a little drive before going back".

"This fucking sucks" Johnny mumbles, absolutely defeated. He can't keep on denying the situation, and he just… has to accept that this is what it is.

"Very much so".

"I still wanna punch him".

"I know".

Johnny hesitates, but he doesn't hold it back. "I'm also kinda jealous".

"I know" Simon grumbles quietly, his eye twitching behind the mask. Johnny can truly understand the feeling.

"We should drive off a cliff and die".

"Noted".

In the end, they just sit inside of the car for a while, both of them silently going through the whole situation. Johnny's mind is silent for once, as if he had needed a good sobbing session to ease himself into no longer denying the consequences.

The drive back to your home is quiet, but it feels... peaceful. Johnny's shoulders are relaxed, even if he feels himself snarling slightly as he thinks of Gaz. It's just great, but… he's got no right to question you.

So when they're back, Gaz’ lips split in a bright grin as you place gummy bears all over Price's face, they both can't help but smile at them, hearts full.

You seem happy.

You look up at them, your eyes wide. This time, however, you're not afraid. You raise a hand and motion them to be quiet and come over, Gaz handing them the whipped cream.

This is enough, Johnny thinks. He gets to see you smile, enjoy yourself, even if he isn't allowed to be there with you like Gaz is.

Deep down, he can't be upset.

After the Capt'n uses you as his personal napkin for being a brat, your high pitched screeches of delight making his heart pound, you invite them to sleep over. And you're really serious about it. He doesn't even mind it when you hand them those stupid pink pajamas you bought them for your 5th anniversary with the team; they “forgot” about them every time they came over, so they've never truly left your house. Now, however, Johnny will personally skin alive anyone who dares denying you this little thing. Fortunately, they just sigh and change.

Blankets over the carpet, over the couch, bodies a lot closer than before, the pink of the pajamas actually look pretty good when illuminated only by the movie. Johnny doesn't even know why you chose them. They're… ponies. One has wings. Why do they have such crazy blowouts and why does the rainbow one look like a lesbian?

Of course, they want you to feel comfortable, so when it comes down to choosing the movie, they all turn to you, but Johnny isn't sure he likes that grin.

Sure enough, more ponies.

“That's a mustang, and he's a great horse so mind your manners” you scold him when he complains, handing him the popcorn. He wouldn't mind watching ten hours of paint drying if you're willing to talk to him, even if it's to call him an idiot.

As the movie slowly comes to the end, Johnny sees the Capt'n wiping his tears in silence, even Simon's eyes are a little shiny, and cheeky, annoying-as-hell Gaz? He's sobbing, muffling his mouth with a hand. You're no better, your bottom lip trembling as fat tears stream down your cheeks.

“It's just a movie” Johnny sighs, crossing his arms.

The rest do not hold back their retorts at all, calling him hypocritical and heartless. Even Simon doesn't back him up, pointing at his face.

“We can see the tear streaks. You ain't fooling anybody”.

“It's the allergies!” Johnny yells over their loud voices, shamelessly reaching up to wipe his face.

That gets a loud laugh from you, and that's enough for him. Johnny doesn't mind being the target of their teasing, as long as you're part of it.

As they slowly settle down, munching on crisps and some baking goods you made a few days ago, the Capt'n asks what everyone's been dreading to mention. The Question.

Johnny almost throws a pillow his way, but he swallows thickly and discreetly places a hand over Simon's tense thigh, all of them waiting.

“Will you be changing teams?” the Capt'n questions, his shoulders forcefully relaxed, his mouth stuffed with a creamy tart. Johnny can see how hard he's trying to be calm, not wanting to force an answer out of you. “I can… well, recommend a few other teams. Or I can show you a few options, I just need a few days to go over the files”.

You wave a dismissive hand, shaking your head. Everyone's heads whip in your direction, eyes widening slightly in surprise. “Listen, I know… I know what I said, but I already know how we all work, and I'm already comfortable with you. Starting over, with the weight of the reason why I would be changing teams… I don't want that”.

“What did your therapist say?” Simon asks directly, his eyes firm on yours. “Did you discuss it with them?”

“I did. She advised me against it, but… I think I can handle it. Maybe it's gonna take a little while, but—”

“What if it's too much? Trust is very important, and we… we can't blame you for not trusting us. Look, maybe you should reconsider it” Johnny interrupts you, his chest tight. He doesn't want you to leave, but if you get hurt because you can't trust them and accidentally do something to put you in danger… he'd rather avoid that. “It's an important decision”.

“I understand that” you insist, your left eye twitching a little. “I'm aware it could be difficult if I panic again. That's why I'm in therapy, after all, so I can–”

“Therapy can only help so much, anyway. We can train together, and then see if you're feeling up for it. If not, I can always check the files” the Capt'n interrupts you, mostly talking to himself, his lips pursed in thought.

“Besides, the higher ups probably won't want anybody talking about this. Maybe they won't even let you change teams at all” Gaz adds, rubbing his cheek.

“That's why I'm trying to–”

“If they don't let her change teams, we could always call them out on their bullshit” Simon huffs, crossing his arms, now focused on the rest of the men. “What are they gonna do? Kill us, send us away? People will talk”.

“Aye. We can always do it ourselves after all”.

"Good idea. We could—"

“Enough!” you snap, making them all turn to you at your outburst. "I've been with you idiots for nine years! Do you seriously want me to leave?”

“No!” Johnny shrieks, alarmed. The rest shake their heads, Simon's hand halfway to rest on your arm, as if wanting to sooth you, but you pull your arm away.

“Then stop questioning me, goddamn it! I'm not a child, alright?” your voice raises, your eye still twitching. "And I'm not dumb, you big, stupid idiots".

For a moment, everyone's silent.

"You're right" the Capt'n says first, his cheeks a little bright for being yelled at. He's probably not used to that, not by those who aren't his superiors. Right now, he's not just the Capt'n, but also John, anyway. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to question your decisions, I'm just... worried".

"And I appreciate that" you grunt, rubbing your forehead roughly. "I just... stop trying to make this decision for me".

With your words now deep in their hearts, they all go quiet for a long moment, awkwardly looking anywhere but in your direction.

Johnny is incredibly happy about it.

He knows it's selfish and awful of him to be happy you want to stay with them, but he also knows it will probably be difficult at first, especially when you see them with their uniforms again. He wants to help, to be there.

Eventually, they all fall in a comfortable conversation again, Johnny pressed against the armrest of the couch, you squeezed between him and Simon —much to his surprise and contentment—. Gaz and the Capt'n are bickering over something Johnny doesn't really catch as they sit on the blankets in front of them. He's just so aware of you being next to him, willingly, that nothing else matters for now.

At some point, he sees you yawning.

It doesn't take long for you to excuse yourself, leaving them to get comfortable in the guest room. Johnny decides not to focus on Gaz and you being in this room just a few hours ago. With a little look in Gaz’ direction, you give them your goodnights and walk up the stairs.

They're sharing the bed, since it's easier and better than to sleep on the floor. Still wearing those ridiculous pink pajamas —they are very comfortable, if you ask him—, they set their bags filled with clean clothes on the side and start getting ready to sleep. Of course, that doesn't happen right away.

The Capt'n scrolls down his phone, resting against the headboard, and when Johnny and Simon get lost in their conversation, they both notice Gaz discreetly leaves the room. Simon throws a little look his way, and Johnny can only nod slightly. Reaching out to grab the man's hand, he just keeps on talking, distracting both of them.

Despite looking fully focused on his phone, Johnny can tell the Capt'n is listening and very much alert, because everytime they both complain about anything, and everytime Simon hums instead of giving him a real answer, the Capt'n's lips curl in a very subtle smile.

The door to your room gently creaks open, two dark eyes staring at you. You grin from your bathroom, your face white and soapy as you wash it with your fingertips, foam up to your hairline and down your throat.

“Come on in. I’m almost done” you say, leaning down to rinse your face. With closed eyes, you hear as Gaz’ moves over to your bed, laying down on it with a low groan, his back cracking.

As you go on with your skincare, carefully massaging your skin, Gaz lays there, watching the video that’s playing on your tv, even if you know he doesn’t understand a single word. You take your time, content to just let him hang out with you. His eyes leave the screen when you get closer, opening his arms for you, like all those months back in the clinic.

With a mischievous grin, you drop all your body weight on him with the intention of making him groan, but he only wraps his arms around you and nuzzles into your neck, nearly flipping you onto your back, mumbling something about how nice you smell. Gaz pulls back just enough to cup your cheeks, smelling the watermelon lip balm on your lips, studying how the creams you used just now make your face look shiny. He doesn’t tell you, but your eyebrows are also a little funny looking, brushed in many directions, but Gaz does reach up and uses his thumb to brush them back in place.

With no need for words, he just curls around you, his nose buried deep in your neck as he stretches, an arm comfortably sneaking under the pillow. That’s when he pulls back and raises an eyebrow at you, lifting the pillow under his head.

“What—” he grunts, incredibly amused, as he looks down at the knife that’s not-so-safely hidden.

With a grin, you shift and reach down between the headboard and the mattress, showing him another big knife that’s hidden there. You aren’t allowed guns until the psychologist says it is okay, so knives it is. Gaz only rolls his eyes and wraps his arm around you again. “Fair, I suppose” he mumbles, burying himself in your neck again.

You just let him, caressing his arms and enjoying the closeness until he falls asleep. He looks peaceful and content, and you really, really want to sleep next to him, but your mind is working a little too much, so you slowly get up the bed, quietly walking around the room, hoping it will tire you again.

It’s something that often happens to you. You’re tired and sleepy, until you’re in bed and then you can’t sleep for hours and hours on end.

You stare at the paintings you’ve gotten, the ones you painted yourself. Looking a little to the left, you can see the music albums you got when you were in your early twenties, now mostly a good memory, and something nice to listen to when you’re feeling low. As you get closer to your bookshelf, you pick a random book, vaguely remembering how many times you’ve read it in the past.

Lost in thoughts you can’t even begin to understand and organize, you turn to the guitar in the corner of the room. It’s been there for over ten years, and you never learned how to play it. With a soft huff of amusement, you walk over to your desk, looking down at the pictures you have there. Your parents, your siblings, the team, and the girls… you didn’t even say goodbye. You hope they aren’t so mad they weren’t invited today. You make a mental note to contact them after the guys leave.

Besides, Simon, Johnny and Gaz aren’t your friends. Not really, at least. And Price is basically like your dad when you’re around him, even if he’s fun to talk to, and reliable.

You reach out to take one of the pictures in your hands. A simple black frame, Johnny and Simon on either side of you, all of you wearing your uniforms, Simon’s mask in place. The sight of the mask makes your eye twitch, but it’s nothing too bad.

Setting the frame down, your thoughts become a little more overwhelming, memories of the whole team chatting by the mess hall, munching down on stale bread and days-old tea that made Simon scowl. You grin as you remember Johnny sprinting after you when you took his clothes from the showers a couple years ago, giving the soldiers a whole show by running entirely naked, only to slip and end face first against a wall. He had thrown you into the showers with your uniform, messing with your already rusty hair. Really, you had it coming. You couldn’t even be mad.

Your shoulders slumping, you turn to Gaz.

Your feelings for him have been changing for a while now. The first kiss was innocent, calm, and now, you couldn’t lie to yourself. It isn’t in your plans to deny yourself a true connection, but you had been a little hesitant, because of Johnny, because of… Simon.

You miss him. Dearly. Sometimes it feels like your heart can’t take it, like you’re dying every time you aren’t in his arms, but the panic hasn’t left. The fear is small, less… destructive and loud, but still there, regardless. You’re aware they will never hurt you again, not like that, not after everything, not with the knowledge that they were manipulated once. You know they will forever doubt the higher ups, even Price. That doesn’t mean your fear is irrational.

That doesn’t mean it makes them less guilty.

For months, you’ve wished it’s all over. It wasn’t entirely difficult for you to understand and, in your heart, you’ve already forgiven them, but… forget? That will never be possible, and you’re aware. Perhaps hugging Simon will never feel the same, but you also haven’t given yourself the time to savour it again.

Lost in thought, who knows for how long, you accidentally hit the chair with your toes, hissing loud enough that it startles Gaz awake. He sits up in alarm, but when he realizes you’re physically okay, he stretches and calmly walks over to you, smiling when you give him an apologetic smile.

“I’m sorry I woke you up” you hum quietly, placing your hands on his shoulders when he wraps his arms around your waist.

“Hm, ‘s alright. Shouldn’t have fallen asleep. I’ll get going” he mumbles, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. It makes your heart tremble with contentment.

After he leaves, the exhaustion hits you like a truck, as if your mind was no longer in alert. You barely manage to turn the lights off, before you curl into your bed, body melting into your bedsheets, Gaz’ scent all over the pillow.

Just a little while after Gaz comes back, Simon turns onto his side, his back using his arm as support, and starts snoring pretty quickly.

Johnny always teases him about it. He falls asleep like a dad. He’s out not even two minutes in.

He wasn’t sleepy yet, and fortunately Gaz wasn’t either. They talk in low mumbles so they don’t wake Simon nor the Capt’n up.

Gaz is still pretty flustered because he was called out on dating the Capt’n, but Johnny doesn’t understand why. Did he really think nobody knew? Everyone with eyes —and, much unfortunate, good hearing—, could tell.

“She was in a pretty bad shape” Gaz mumbles quietly, his breath brushing over Johnny’s lips. “I think she snapped out of the panic because I hugged her. Dunno, maybe compression helps?”

Johnny makes a mental note to get you a weighted blanket. He would take his phone out to do it right now, but Gaz is still talking, and doesn’t want to interrupt.

“I kinda fell asleep on her bed, so we didn’t really talk” Gaz admits, scrunching his nose up. Johnny’s eyes are immediately fixed on the movement. “But she looked a little better”.

“I’m happy she can rely on you, Gaz. You can actually help right now, and she… she needs that” Johnny hums lowly, his lips pursing slightly as his eyes burn. He’s too embarrassed to reach up to wipe the single tear away, but Gaz beats him to it.

“C’mere” he huffs.

A little surprised, but fully willing, Johnny accepts the hug. He holds Gaz’ head against his chest, both of them groaning quietly at the instant warmth between them. Johnny is hyper aware of Gaz’ heartbeat against his own, but they remain in silence, comforting each other. It’s not the first time they’ve cuddled to sleep, but… to Johnny, it feels different. He can only hope it isn’t in his mind only.

Next to Gaz’, Price’s shoulders relax very subtly, lips curling up as he also lets himself fall asleep.

The next morning, Johnny wakes up earlier than everyone else, feeling energized and content. Who knew he actually needed a good cuddling session with Gaz to fix his problems.

Wearing only those pink pajama pants, he makes his way to the kitchen, carrying one of his backpacks to take his headphones out, not wanting to disturb anybody. As silently as possible, he brews coffee and some tea, washing his hands as he starts preparing a few ingredients to cook breakfast. Head in the fridge, music echoing in his brain, he has no idea someone is sneaking up behind him.

He jumps off his skin when he feels a cold hand on his bare back. Johnny hisses as he hits his head with the fridge, rubbing it as he straightens up, turning so he can snarl at whoever startled him.

All he sees is a messy head, pillow-marked cheeks, and a bright smile. Your eyes are twinkling as you look up at him.

Johnny forgets it all about being embarrassed.

You join him so easily, stealing some of the coffee as you help him cook. It is your kitchen, after all. He lets you take his headphones, watching as you shake your shoulders to his music, his eyes filled with hope as he tries not to end up cutting his finger off because he can’t stop staring. It’s more than enough for him to see you humming the song very quietly, sipping your coffee.

It’s domestic. Warm. It feels like he’s finally home. He doesn’t even care if you haven’t really said a word, because the way you trust your back to him tells him enough.

At some point, he catches Gaz getting out of the guest room, his eyes still very misty with sleep. You’re facing somewhere else so you don’t see him, but Gaz realizes it’s just the two of you and grins at Johnny, quietly shuffling back into the room, leaving them alone. He’s very thankful for that, because right away, you turn to him, taking your headphones off.

“It’s done. Let’s eat!”

Much to his contentment, you two end up having breakfast alone, even if it’s obvious to him the rest are already awake and starving, but he enjoys this little moment, your soft voice and your happy humming as you eat. Johnny tries not to be too creepy by staring at you so intently, but he loves the way you sip on the coffee he made, the way you munch on the salted veggies he made for you.

The door of the guest room quietly opens after half an hour, maybe, and Simon’s face stares at him from behind it. Johnny gives him a grin.

Not even twenty seconds later, they’re all filling your kitchen.

It’s so perfectly domestic that Johnny can only grin. He watches you talking to Gaz and the Capt'n while Simon is a little busy cooking for the rest. Sometimes you flinch when Simon moves a little too fast, but you relax almost instantly, even if your eyes follow his hands for a few seconds.

This is his family, he realizes —not for the first time—.

Maybe it’s a little complicated, but it is his.

And that's enough.

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Masterlist | Part 12

Buy me a coffee

I had a lot of fun writing this and I'm glad bc it took me like eight days to finish the outline. it's been a tough week, you guys.

ANYWAY, so progress 😌 why did they have bags w clean clothes if they didn't know reader would invite them over? they were hopeful. little soap went skipping to the car to grab the bags btw

we've officially reached this part... I cannot add more people to the taglist in a single post. man, I love you guys sm ♡

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Seduction (g!p Leah Williamson x g!p Alessia Russo x reader)

Summary: Alessia and Leah noticed that you've been staring at them, since you won't do anything about it, they take matters into their own hands. (Request) 18+

Warnings: smut, threesome, g!p Leah, g!p Alessia, praise kink (r), oral (L and A receiving), unprotected p in v, anal (r receiving), rough sex, filthy

Wordcount: 5.9k

You're standing at the bar, waiting for your drink, when they come up to you on either side.

You see Leah first because your head is tilted to that side. She has her signature, cocky grin in place as she approaches you. You're a bit transfixed on her so you get startled by the voice behind you.

"What are you doing here all alone?"

Alessia. You turn your head to look at her. She's grinning at you, too. Her smile is maybe a bit warmer than Leah's, but it carries the same self-confidence you always find so attractive in both of them.

Both of the women lean their sides on the bar, front turned into your direction completely. They both stand just a tiny bit too close for it to be only friendly. Your head is spinning in the best way. Their body heat and scents and their mere presence in your personal space is overwhelming you.

You feel yourself blushing under their gazes and know that they can see it, too. Even though it's pretty dark in the club you're all in.

Apparently, Leah's had enough of your head not functioning. She places her hand on the small of your back, which snaps you out of it. Your head turns to her instantly and you look at her with wide eyes.

"You haven't answered Alessia." She tells you with a raised eyebrow and a small, amused smile playing on her lips. Your eyes follow the arch of her eyebrow until you remember that you're now supposed to answer whatever question Alessia has asked you.

"Oh," you breathe out and turn to Alessia, "I forgot- I mean, could you repeat your question, please?"

"So polite." You hear Leah whisper, it seems to have been more to herself than for your ears though.

"I asked what you're doing here all alone? Why are you not celebrating and dancing with the others?" Alessia looks at you, her smile warm, but there's something else underneath it as well. You can't place it yet.

"Well- I'm just not the best dancer and didn't want to make a fool out of myself."

"Too bad. We would've liked to see you dance." Leah states and your head snaps in her direction again. That sounded borderline flirtatious, in front of her girlfriend?

But Alessia only hums in agreement, so apparently, it doesn't seem to bother her. With their close proximity you can't really analyze their behaviour, too occupied with breathing and just existing in-between them.

Leah holds your gaze, cocked eyebrow still in place. That's when Alessia pushes herself into your space even more, mouth directly next to your ear. "We've seen how you look at us."

Your eyes snap away from Leah's and you look downwards in shame. Yes, you had been staring at both of them for weeks now. How could you not? They're both so very hot, especially together, and they know it which makes them even more attractive in your mind.

"Don't hide those pretty eyes." It's Leah who chimes in again. Her hand comes to your chin and lightly guides you to look up and at her again.

"I'm sorry." You plainly state. "I didn't want to make you guys uncomfortable or anything."

Alessia chuckles and you can see Leah's amusement in her eyes as well. "Oh honey, no, you've interpreted this wrong. We're flattered."

"Why don't you sit down with us for a bit?" Alessia's hand comes to the small of your back now as if she's making herself ready to guide you through the crowd to wherever they want you.

Leah nods and indicates with her head to follow her.

The three of you make your way to the other side of the dancefloor where some booths are. Leah slides in on one side and Alessia's hand on your back guides you to sit down beside her. Surprising you, Alessia doesn't go and sit across from you but rather slides into the booth next to you as well.

Now you're actually sandwiched between your two teammates. If you thought they were invading your personal space before, you don't know what to call this. Their thighs are pressed into yours from both sides. Leah's upper body is angled a bit into your direction but Alessia has put her arm around your shoulders when she slid in next to you.

Leah places a hand on your thigh and you eye it warily, still unsure what to make of this situation.

"Like I said, we've seen you looking at us." Alessia opens the conversation.

"Staring, really." Leah butts in. She leans forward, her face inches from yours. Instead of coming up with something to say to defend yourself, you feel your breath hitch.

"We liked it."

You hadn't expected that. It makes sense, she just called it flattering and neither of them seemed particularly angry at any point, but you wouldn't have dared to dream.

"You- you did?" You whisper.

Leah's hand starts to slowly stroke your thigh now, while Alessia's hand moves from your shoulder to the back of your neck. She lightly scratches you and twirls her fingers in the baby hairs there.

"Of course we did, babe." Alessia says and you feel a shiver at the pet name. "Having someone so pretty and cute find us attractive is very flattering."

Attractive is one way to say that you think both of them are extremely hot, but you keep that to yourself.

Leah chimes in again, her hand still running over your thigh. "You do find us attractive, right?"

You nod vehemently. "Yeah-"

Her hand wanders more to the inside of your thigh now and you automatically spread your legs a bit, trying to give her more access. Your thighs now press into theirs even more.

"Well, would you look at that." Your breath hitches when her hand comes to a stop on the inside of your thigh, very high up. If she'd move just a bit higher, her pinky would brush your clothed pussy.

The thought alone sends a wave of arousal through you. You knew you were getting wet from the constant touches both of them are leaving all over your body, but this makes you sure that you're dripping through your panties.

"What Leah is getting at is that we'd like for you to come home with us." You whimper, the insinuation very clear.

"Yeah, you like that thought, don't you?" Leah teases you. You can only nod, not able to form any words right now. But that isn't enough.

"We need an actual answer please. We need to hear you say if you want to come home with us. We don't want to make you do something you don't want." Alessia explains, not unkind, but firmly.

You gulp and then take a sip of your completely abandoned beer in front of you. "I'd like to go home with the two of you. Please."

"Good girl." Alessia whispers. You whimper, now clenching your thighs together, trapping Leah's hand in process.

"Oh you like that? You like being our good girl and follow our commands?"

You whine and nod. You didn't know that that would turn you on so much but it did.

"Well, I ordered a taxi when we walked over here." Leah announces. "Let's get home then, yeah?"

The ride to their place goes by in a blur. They make you take the seat between them again, both with their hands on your thighs now, just softly rubbing all over them, making you squirm in your seat. They haven't touched you anywhere significant yet and still have you completely wet and turned on.

The longer the ride goes on, the more you can see the bulges forming in their pants. You want to run your hands over them but refrain, not knowing how they'd react.

You can't get out of the car fast enough when you finally pull up to their house. You really need your hands on them and their hands on you as soon as possible.

When you walk into their house, they stir you into the direction of their bedroom immediately. As soon as you enter the room, Leah is on you instantly. Her hands come to your shoulders and she backs you into Alessia's front. You stumble into Alessia who catches you with her arms and then Leah's lips are on yours, demanding and possessive. She plunges her tongue into your mouth and you just let it happen, tasting her desire. Her tongue demandingly strokes against yours as she explores your mouth.

Alessia's hands run up and down your arms but hold you in place at the same time. You're pinned between them, Leah pressing into your front and Alessia into your back. You still can't really believe that you've found yourself in the position you've dreamt about.

You can feel Alessia's tits against you and then she rocks her hips slightly into yours and you feel her bulge as well. It automatically makes you buck your ass into her in return which has her groaning into your ear. It sounds so needy and hot that it makes you whine into Leah's mouth even more than before.

Since you liked the sound Alessia made so much, you repeat your action and buck your ass against her bulge again. This time, you get rewarded with Alessia sucking the side of your neck from behind. You tilt your head a little to give her more space.

Leah pulls away, panting deeply against your lips.

You feel Alessia's hands tugging at the hem of your shirt and then Leah just tells you "Off." and you instantly know to lift your arms so that they can get your shirt off.

It's Alessia who pulls the shirt over your head. Her arms circle around you and she cups your tits from behind and softly kneads them through your bra. You whimper at the sensation.

Leah leans in again and you think that she'll claim your mouth once more, but instead she kisses Alessia over your shoulder.

You close your eyes, enjoying the feeling of Alessia's hands on your tits and the kissing sounds coming from the two of them. You feel Leah's hands fumbling with the button of your jeans and help her with it. You can't really shimmy out of them though, being trapped between the two women.

Leah drops to her knees then and pulls your jeans and panties down in one motion. She helps you step out of your jeans while Alessia pulls your bra off you. Now you're naked in front of the two women, who are both very much clothed still. It makes you feel very shy all of a sudden but you don’t have much time to dwell on it.

"On your knees." You instantly drop to your knees in front of them at Leah's command. You look up at them, your hands in your lap, waiting for what's next.

They step closer to you, so close that you get a good view of the bulges in their pants right in front of your face now. You wet your lips in anticipation. You're so ready for their cocks in your mouth, the thought alone has you whimpering.

"Look at you, getting ready for us." Alessia praises, making you squeeze your thighs together.

While your attention was on Alessia, Leah had started to undress. You turn your head and are met with her cock in only her boxers. The outline is very clearly visible against the thin fabric and you can see how hard and big her cock is. Your eyes widen slightly. Alessia starts to undress as well, starting with her top and bra. Unlike Leah she doesn't keep her boxers on, pulling down her pants and boxers in one motion, much like Leah had done with yours.

She pulls them down slowly, knowing very well that your focus is on her cock completely, as is Leah's probably.

When she finally frees her cock from the confinement of her pants, it slaps up against her stomach. Now her cock is right in front of you in all its thick and viney glory. You want to reach out, but from what you've learned so far is that you should probably wait until they tell you to.

Your hands twitch a little in your lap but you keep them there. You tear your eyes off Alessia's cock and look up at her again and see that she eyes your hands with interest.

Then there appears a satisfied smirk on her face. "You learn fast, baby."

Alessia steps even closer to you and so does Leah. "Take off my boxers."

You carefully put your hands in the waistband of Leah's boxers, looking up at her. You pull the boxers down, freeing her cock as well. You're so close to Leah, that her cock almost slaps you in the face if you hadn't moved out of the way. She chuckles and steps out of the boxers, flicking them away with her foot. Leah's cock is hard and even longer than it looked with the boxers still on. It has a slight upside curve which you get excited about, you can only imagine how that'll feel inside of you.

Now both women are naked with their cocks out. You look up at them with wide eyes as they step just a tad bit closer to you, now right in front of you on either side of your face.

"Open up." Leah finally tells you, pushing her cock against your mouth.

You open your mouth obediently and stick your tongue out. She places her tip on it and you gently suck her into your mouth. Your hand comes up to her shaft, running over it. Not wanting to neglect Alessia, you blindly reach for her cock with your other hand, slowly starting to stroke her as well when you find it.

You flatten your tongue and run it over Leah's length, making her moan. Her moan spurs you on a bit, and you get more confident with your movements.

Alessia bucks her hips into your hand, so you let go of Leah's cock with a pop and take Alessia in your mouth now. You run your mouth over her cock sloppily, her pre-cum and your saliva mixing and wetting it.

"Fuck, so good, baby." You circle your tongue around her tip, really working her cock.

You continue to alternate between sucking and jerking both of them off, making them groan appreciatively. Their sounds shoot straight to your core without you being able to do anything about it. You feel yourself clenching around nothing, making you whine.

Before you can make either of them cum, Leah suddenly pushes you off her cock and pulls you up. She puts her arms around you, basically carrying you to their bed and puts you down.

She stands over you and pulls your legs up and spreads them in front of her. "You're dripping wet for us. Look at her, Less."

Alessia comes up next to Leah, eyeing up your cunt as well. The gazes of both women on your cunt make you squirm. You've probably never felt hotter but also more exposed than you do right in this moment.

You feel some of your arousal on your thighs and apparently, Leah sees it, too, as she runs her hands over the inside of your thighs.

"So, so wet and ready for my cock, aren't you baby?"

"Yes, yes! Leah, please, fuck me. I'm so ready." You feel yourself rambling a bit, but you're just so ready for any kind of stimulation. "I want to feel you both, please, use me, please."

"Well, when you beg so pretty, we can't deny you now, can we?" She chuckles and grabs her cock to align it with your cunt.

You hold your breath in anticipation when you feel her tip on your pussy. She drags the head of her cock through your folds, making you whine and buck your hips upwards. She chuckles again at your impatience but she doesn't make you wait any longer and pushes in, shoving her long cock deep inside of you.

You moan out in pleasure at the intrusion. Leah starts to push into you with a pretty slow but steady pace. The curve of her cock gives her a bit of a different angle, her cock going deeper and also hitting your g-spot more often than others have before.

"F-fuck, Leah, feels so good, so d-deeeep..."

You surrender yourself to the feeling of her fucking you, completely lost in her steady thrusts. Her rhythm slowly builds up the pressure in your core but she doesn't let you get there entirely yet.

"Faster Leah, fuck me faster, pl-please!"

Instead of speeding up like you wanted, Leah slips out of you, leaving you with an empty feeling and making you whine. You open your eyes and at first you only see Alessia, still looking down at you and just slowly stroking her cock.

You turn your head to see Leah who gets on the bed next to you, legs over the edge and leaning back on her elbows, her cock’s standing in the air, glistening with your arousal.

"Get on, but facing Less." She tells you and you of course oblige immediately.

You straddle her with your back to her. You put your hands on her thighs to stabilize yourself for the moment and then slowly sink down on her, welcoming the feeling of her filling you again. Leah sits up and puts her arms around you. Then she pulls you into her and holds you still. Now you can't really move which allows her to fuck into you again at her will. This different angle makes her hit new spots inside of you and you feel yourself getting closer and closer to orgasm again.

"Look at me, while Leah fucks you." You suddenly hear Alessia say in a demanding tone.

You whimper and open your eyes to see that she has stepped closer and is now at the foot of the bed, directly in front of you.

"Keep your eyes open, pretty girl, I wanna see you while you’re getting fucked by Leah.."

You moan at her tone and choice of words and make an effort to keep your eyes open, wanting to please her.

Alessia leans over and kisses you, open mouthed, with her tongue immediately pushing into your mouth. You just let it happen and groan into her mouth, feeling completely overwhelmed by the two women.

She pulls away and your eyes drop to her hand as she's increasing the speed on her cock. You can see her twitch and know that she's close to cumming. She points her cock towards your exposed cunt in front of her.

Then Alessia cums with a moan and empties herself onto your cunt. You feel her cum hitting your pussy and the insides of your thighs, some even landing on your stomach.

The feeling of Leah fucking you and Alessia cumming all over you is so hot that you moan along with Alessia as she cums and clench around Leah's cock. The pressure in your core tightens and you know that you're close to your own orgasm as well.

"Fuck, you like having Lessi's cum all over you, don't you baby?" Leah pants from behind you.

"Y-yeah!" Is all you get out before Leah increases her speed.

"You wanna come, too?" Alessia is slowly stroking herself with one hand still as she's watching the two of you. Her other hand now comes up to your cunt and she smears her own cum even more all over you. Then she uses her thumb to roughly rub your clit. The stimulation sends pleasure right into your core, making you moan loudly.

"Be a good girl and come for us." Alessia tells you and you want nothing more than to please the two women. You grind down against Leah's thrusts once and then fall apart between the two women completely, trembling as your powerful orgasm hits you all at once.

Your orgasm apparently makes Leah cum as well, you feel her fuck you through it and then she thrusts into you as deeply as possible, before stilling her movements burried in you as you feel her cum filling you up.

All three of you are panting heavily now and for a moment those are the only noises in the room as you all come down from your highs.

You feel Leah slowly slipping out of you and whine. She chuckles and lifts you to place you on the bed next to her. With her cock gone, some of her cum slowly starts to drip out of you and onto your thighs and the bed.

Leah lies down more in the middle of the bed, her cock still semi-errect. You wait for either of them to tell you what to do next.

"Clean her up, baby." Alessia tells you and you immediately crawl over to Leah, Alessia right behind you.

"On your knees."

You push yourself on your knees as your hand comes to Leah's shaft. You guide her semi-hard cock into your mouth, just running your tongue all over her shaft, licking off and tasting both her and your own release on her cock. You let go of her with a pop and then run your opened mouth over her cock, barely touching her, but just enough, before you start to give her tip more attention.

Behind you, the bed dips as Alessia comes up to you. You know that you're practically presenting her with your pussy with the position you're in. At the thought of presenting her with your cunt, you shuffle your legs a bit further apart in the hopes of spreading yourself open just a little bit more to show her what awaits her.

Alessia runs her hands over your ass and hips and you hear her groan at the feeling of your flesh in her hands.

Despite Leah just fucking you through an orgasm you feel empty and can't wait to finally feel Alessia's cock inside you as well, you wish she'd just fuck you already. You buck your hips back into her direction a bit.

Alessia chuckles and kneads your ass. "Are you ready for me?"

You whine around Leah's cock and spread your thighs some more. You feel Alessia's cock sitting on your pussy now, but she doesn't push in yet. Just like Leah had before, Alessia runs her cock over your slit, taking some of Leah's cum that's still dripping out of you to spread it all over your cunt and her own cock.

You hear her chuckle again, she's apparently having fun teasing you.

"So eager." You can practically hear the smirk in her voice.

To be able to talk, you pull yourself off Leah's cock. "Please, Less, fuck me, please."

"You want to be filled by my thick cock so badly, don't you, baby?" Alessia asks but doesn't wait for an answer. "Let’s see how you'll handle it."

With that, she lines herself up with your opening and shoves her entire cock deep inside your dripping wet cunt. You cry out around Leah's cock in your mouth, the feeling of being spread open by Alessia with one push is both very pleasurable and a little painful at the same time.

Her cock doesn't reach as deep as Leah's had, but her thickness stretches you deliciously, making you whimper and groan around Leah with each slow thrust.

You're glad Alessia is settling into a slower and steady pace for now, letting you get used to her. Her hands are on your hips, both her thumbs stroking you softly.

You bob your head up and down on Leah's cock and when you feel her slowly get hard again, you suck on her head, making her moan.

"Just like that baby, fuck, taking us so well." She runs her hand through your hair, almost tenderly.

When Leah is fully hard again, she pulls you off her cock. You look at her with wide eyes through your lashes, wondering if you've done something wrong. But she just pushes herself up on her knees in front of you, presenting you with her cock once more.

Leah pulls on your hair a bit and when you open your mouth to whimper, she pushes her cock back into your now waiting mouth. She pushes in deeply and roughly, hitting the back of your throat with her tip and making you choke around her cock. The tightening of your throat squeezes her cock and she moans deeply.

"Yes, baby, take me with that hot mouth of yours Feels so good!"

You feel Alessia quicken her thrusts into you now, her veiny cock runs along your walls, making you feel each thrust everywhere.

Leah tangles her hand in your hair and now has full control over your head as she practically locks the back of your head in place. Alessia's grip on your hips tightens at the same time, stopping you from moving them as well.

Now, you're locked in between the two blondes, Alessia fucking into you from behind with hard and rough thrusts and Leah fucking your mouth deeply with her long cock. Your whole body is shaking from both their thrusts without you having any form of control over any of your movements.

You revel in the feeling of being fucked so thoroughly on both ends, your body feels like it's on fire, pleasure and heat pulsing through you.

"You're taking us so well, pretty girl." Alessia praises from behind you. "So well, we could just fuck you like this forever, our perfect girl."

Her words hit you deep inside, going right to your core. You feel yourself clench around her cock. Alessia of course notices.

"You like that so much, don't you? Being all perfect for us, letting us use you like this?"

You moan at her words, sending vibrations through Leah's cock, making her moan loudly as well. Her grip in your hair tightens as she nears her orgasm. She thrusts into your mouth steadily, hitting the back of your throat repeatedly now.

Alessia's cock twitches inside of you and you know that she's close to her own orgasm as well. You clench your pussy and try to back your ass into her, trying to meet her thrusts and help make her cum.

Her thrusts turn more erratic and you eagerly await her orgasm. But you get surprised by Leah first. Her grip on the back of your head tightens even more and she keeps your head locked in place, pushing her cock as far into your mouth as possible. Her whole body seems to be pushing against you as she holds you so that she can empty herself into your mouth.

Her cum hits the back of your throat and you choke but don't and can't move off her. Instead, you swallow as much of her cum as you can, but you feel some of it spilling out of your mouth and dripping down your chin as well.

"Swallow, pretty girl, doing such a good job. Fuck, take all my cum!"

Apparently, those words are what does it for Alessia as well.

"Fuck, take both our loads, baby!" She moans and then you feel her hot seed hit your walls. You moan as you cum right with them, the coil inside of you exploding at the feeling of being filled with their cum from both ends, it feels all-consuming and overwhelming in the best way. You feel surrounded by them and that has you reeling.

When you slowly come down from your orgasm, you feel your whole body getting tired and just want to collapse onto the bed, needing to take a breath.

Leah's grip on your head is loosening and her cock slips out of your mouth. You just let yourself fall forward, face first, without her holding you up anymore, Alessia's cock slipping out of you in the process, making both of you groan.

Leah scoots down next to you, her hand now coming to your back, softly caressing you. Alessia lies down on your other side, where your face is turned to. Her face comes close to yours and you can see the sparkle in her eyes.

"Well done, baby."

You whimper appreciatively at her words which makes both of them chuckle.

Alessia joins Leah's hand on your back and they both just let them wander all over you with soft movements while you catch your breath. The room is completely silent for a while all three of you just existing together.

You free your hand from underneath yourself and put it on Alessia's stomach, drawing very slow circles there.

Alessia's hand comes to your face and she pulls you towards herself, kissing you deeply. It's a slow but passionate kiss, both of you putting everything into it. Alessia groans and you know she's enjoying the taste of Leah still clinging to your tongue.

You feel Leah's lips on your back, lazily trailing kisses from your spine all the way up to your neck. She bites down teasingly, making you moan into Alessia's mouth.

Leah is now draped halfway over you from behind, sandwiching you once again between herself and Alessia. She kisses along your jaw and then reaches over you to redirect Alessia's mouth to her own.

Their kisses turn sloppy rather quickly, all teeth and tongues. They're making out literally right in front of your face and you feel it affecting you deep inside once more. You didn't think you still had any energy left in you, but seeing and hearing them make out like that had apparently spurred you on enough.

You move a little between them, not knowing what you want to accomplish with that but feeling the need to do something. Then you let your hand wander and bump into something. You feel around a bit more and discover that Alessia is already hard once again.

That makes you squirm even more, turned on by the mere thought of either one of them inside of you again. Now you can feel Leah twitching against your back as well, deepening the feeling of want inside of you.

You move your hips a bit against Alessia's thigh, searching for friction against your aching cunt but just her leg won't suffice. You whine, growing more desperate by the second.

Leah and Alessia pull away from each other, probably disturbed by your movements. Alessia grins cheekily down at you.

"You haven't had enough of us yet baby?"

You whine and shake your head, flushing at the look on her face.

"Do you think you can take both of us at the same time, pretty girl?" You can feel Leah's breath against your ear as she talks.

Your eyes widen at the implication of Leah's words, the thought sends a shiver down your back and you whimper, feeling yourself growing wetter at the thought of both of them fucking you at the same time.

"Can't take Alessia in my ass though, too thick." You mumble.

Alessia laughs and caresses your face with her hand.

"As you wish, baby."

Leah disappears from behind you and Alessia pulls you completely on top of herself. She kisses you again, much more demanding than just minutes before, pushing her tongue in and exploring your mouth with ferocity. Her hands are all over your body and you completely give yourself to the feeling of her all over you once more.

You reach down and in-between the two of you to line up her cock with your pussy. You push back once and slowly sink down on her, making her pull away from your mouth for a long moan.

"You feel so good baby," Alessia says against your ear "I can feel all our cum inside of you, so hot."

You slowly move on top of Alessia, just wanting to feel her inside of you and getting ready for Leah.

Alessia pulls you down against her once more, and you look over your shoulder to see what Leah is doing. You can see that she got lube from somewhere that she's now generously spreading over her cock. She's pumping it with long strokes, getting herself ready.

"Relax baby." Alessia says and lets her hands roam over your back again. "It'll be much easier if you're relaxed."

You let yourself fall completely into Alessia, lying on top of her, not moving, not exerting any muscles. Her hands caress your ass and she coos in your ear. "Such a good girl for us, you've been doing so well, our good girl."

Leah works some lube into your ass with her hands. She slowly pushes her thumb inside of you, stretching your hole and preparing you for her cock. Then the tip of her cock presses against your hole, obviously much wider than her thumb had been. You spread your legs and effectively spread yourself open a bit more when you feel her slowly working her cock inside your ass.

She slowly sinks into you deeper and deeper, giving you time to adjust to the new feeling. You whimper with each centimeter she sinks deeper into you.

Feeling both cocks inside of you is an entirely new form of fullness for you. You've never felt this filled and you let the pleasure of it wash over you, everything just feels more now.

"So damn tight." Leah grits her teeth while talking. "Feels so good, baby."

"Are you alright?" Alessia asks you.

You only moan loudly at her question, nodding your head against her. "So- full." You pant heavily, starting to move against them slowly.

"Aww, are you a bit overwhelmed, pretty girl? Why don't you let us do the work, hmm?"

With that, Alessia and Leah both begin to move. They work with a counter-rhythm, one pushing in while the other pulls out. This rhythm ensures that you're never left empty, one of them always fully inside of you.

They move inside of you and you can only moan uncontrollably, completely losing track of anything but the feeling of being filled at all times and their bodies against you.

You are so overwhelmed with them all over and around you that you feel your orgasm approaching only when it's almost there. The coil in your core feels so tight all of a sudden that you know it's going to snap any second now.

"I'm gonna c-cum." You barely get the words out when the third orgasm of the night overtakes you very quickly. You shake between the two women, completely lost in the feeling of your orgasm and the pleasure all over your body. Both of your holes clench around their cocks, sending the other two women over the edge as well.

Both Leah and Alessia groan at the same time as their orgasms hit them simultaneously. You didn't think you could feel any fuller than you had just seconds before but with both of them pumping their seed inside of you, you feel even fuller than before.

You moan and shake at the feeling of both of them cumming deep inside of you at the same time, feeling entirely spent now. Leah's cum inside of your ass is an entirely new feeling to you and Alessia's cum is filling your cunt even more than it already was, effectively filling you to the brink.

Leah collapses into you and you both rest your full weights on top of Alessia who welcomes you with a huff. You feel both of their cocks soften inside of you, before you fall asleep, entirely exhausted from taking both of them into all your holes.

[whereisthelxmbsauce]

Why should I care anymore?

SAGAU x Reader

Little heads up: characters may be OOC due to me just getting into SAGAU after not visiting genshin since Sumeru. Anything past that will be heavily OOC. This work contains some details of reader's mental health deteriorating, so do keep that in mind!

You've read a lot of SAGAU stories before. A genshin player gets transported into Genshin Inpact and is hailed as a god. It usually ends well, even if they may have body doubles. There's usually golden blood to prove your innocence. And after that, you'll be pampered and spoiled by your acolytes, right? Other than that, it's usually smooth sailing once you've been shown to have golden blood. "It sounded like fun" you once thought.

That was until you found yourself in the world of Genshin Impact. The moment you showed yourself in Mondstadt, you were immediately branded as an imposter. You predicted that; that's how things usually go.

One thing you didn't predict though was how fast the news spread. You were hunted down in Liyue, almost killed in Inazuma. God, you don't even want to remember what happened in the other nations. You knew how things played out, and it still hurt especially since it's actually hapoening to you.

You were genuinely hopeful at first. You genuinely wanted to befriend them at first. You wanted to play out those scenarios you've read about, maybe even develop romantic relationships if you're lucky. But after having weapons and magic hurled at your direction for who knows how long at this point, it pushed you to your breaking point.

"Honestly, why would I care about them after going through all of this?" you thought. Then when you start to bleed gold, they'll suddenly make a complete 180 and start to worship you. That thought didn't sit right with you. It was nice to think about at first, but after experiencing it for yourself, it sickened you.

Your time finally came. You were surrounded by many people, some of them being characters you used to spoil and play as, some of them being your favourites. It sickened you... It sickened you to the core. Even the traveler, who has been your first chosen vessel, couldn't defend you. They knew you were innocent, but against the entirety of Teyvat under the influence of the imposter, they couldn't do much despite their status.

"Stop it right there, imposter." The acting grandmaster's voice reached your ears. After hearing news of an imposter somewhere, many of them have been relentlessly following you. You have been wandering aimlessly, trying to get away. But much to your misfortune, you ended up where you came from. "We have you surrounded."

You tried to run away from their attempts to capture you but were shot by an arrow flying at your direction. That was when they finally saw the golden blood, your golden blood. Suddenly, their weapons lowered, all the firing stopped, and everyone bowed down in apologies. How funny. They see a speck of yellow, now they're on their knees.

Once they finally saw the truth, the False God was disposed of and you took over. They all apologized, offered gifts and prayed to you. Everything turned out well, right? You were treated like a god. People came to you for help. Then why do you feel so apathetic? You got your rightful place on the throne back, you were treated like royalty. Shouldn't all that make you happy?

For your godly status as the creator, it shouldn't have been a surprise to you when they finally started to ask for your help.

"Your grace, please help our family!"

"Your grace, please bless us!"

It was quick for them to turn to you for help, as if they didn't try to kill you before. You were a benevolent, forgiving god to them. You didn't have the heart nor the energy to punish them especially after recent events, which they mistook for as forgiveness. You didn't have the energy to interact with or correct them, nor did you care. Not anymore.

So you decided to try and seclude yourself from your followers. If they could attack you for who knows how long just because you wore the same face as their god, who wasn't even the real one in the first place, then they can handle being on their own.

"Your Grace, would you like to take a walk? You've been isolating yourself for a long time." You recognized that voice belonging to Nahida. Your most loyal followers have been visiting you daily for a while now. Leaving gifts for you, trying to convince you to go outside.

But honestly, how could you face them, especially after what they did? They begged for forgiveness profusely, they begged hard. But you knew it all. You knew at any time things could go bad again. They hurt you, so how can you forgive them? After all the effort you put in farming just so they could get stronger, they do this? They didn't even bother to check if the creator they had on the throne was the real thing. How incompetent of them.

Not everything ends up well, huh? You wanted the idealized world in those fanfics you read at night. But you got this; you became this—whatever this is. You became an apathetic, reclusive, hurt god, one damaged by the very people that followed you dearly.

No matter what they did for you, you remained uncaring. And why should you anyway? They almost killed you. You have every right to feel this way.

"Why bother with this world anymore? All my efforts to help them grow were meaningless, just as this world is." You made a mental note to delete Genshin Impact once you find a way home. You were done with this game.

[sukunacest]

cw:: incest/abuse/breeding (implied)

olderbrother!suguru was all you had left after he killed your parents. they were abusive, useless monkeys who didn't need to exist in this world anymore

when suguru found out they were beating and starving you while he was away at jujutsu high, that was the catalyst to push him over the edge.

he came back home a few days early on spring break to surprise the family but it was HE who got surprised when he found you in a cage ):

you hadn't eaten in days and your parents blamed you for all their recent short comings and mishaps in life.

after suguru rescued you, he defected from jujutsu high. there was no longer a point in working to save or protect malicious people like your parents — no. all he had now was you and that's all he needed.

your sorcery was nowhere near as strong as his, but he would still help you and teach you to become stronger. he would appoint you as a leader in his cult, with the goal of ridding the world of people like your parents.

it would only be a few years later when you and suguru are living perfectly comfortably in the main hideout of the star religious group aka suguru's new cult.

you did have a leader role because you were the most important thing to him — therefore no one but him could tell you what to do, but you didn't have any actual duties like the lower level members.

suguru loved to keep you close at all times, especially during meetings he lead. he would often let you sit in his lap, idly doom scrolling on your phone.

one day there was important "elder business" being discussed and even though suguru promised you no secrets, he didn't allow you at this meeting.

"play with nanako and mimiko" he insisted with a smile and soft pat to your head. "i promise ill tell you everything you need to know later"

you frowned, feeling like you were being treated like a kid, but wouldn't dare argue with him. suguru saved you, took care of you for years. he knew what was best for you.

that same night, suguru called you to his chambers. he was kind and sincere to you, as he always was, unlike your parents. he gave no warning to what he was about to say.

"i love you, you know that right?"

you would smile and nod "of course"

"good" suguru approached you, giving you that signature head pat. "the other elders made me realize something today.... something about how special you are. and how i hate those monkeys"

you kept his gaze, letting him continue.

"i was reminded how i need to make sure our pure blood gets passed down — none of that non-sorcerer," he made a face of disgust "shit getting mixed in with ours." he gently cupped your chin, making your heart beat ever rapidly.

"mimiko and nanako are wonderful and i love them as my own but..." he trailed off.

"they're not actually yours," you finished for him.

"...yes, exactly"

you walked over to his bed, still holding his gaze and sat down. "so what would you like me to do, brother? i know manami likes you-"

he immediately cuts you off with a kiss. you gasp, taken aback for a moment until you kiss him back, letting him take control and gently push you back into the bed.

"sugu... we cant" you breathe, once he pulls back. his purple eyes locking onto yours. "im not good enough for you"

"sh-shhh" he shushes you with a finger to your lips and a calming peck to your forehead. "you. are. perfect."

and who were you to deny him? you melt into his touch and your heart is overjoyed that suguru is showing you exactly how he intends to make an heir (or two or three or four) and keep his bloodline pure. brother knows best.

[pathologicalreid]

fluorescent | S.R.

in which spencer rambles about rocks and you get distracted

who? spencer reid x fem!BAU!reader

category: fluff

request: yes!

@midnight--raine: could i please have a spence x female!reader where one day they're having a conversation and obviously he starts rambling about some facts or something and the reader kinda zones out while he's talking because shes so focused on the way he gets so passionate about what he's talking about and suddenly she's staring at his lips and is overcome with a POWERFUL urge to kiss the life outta him.

content warnings: kissing, concussion, that's it, this is really just fluffy.

word count: 758

a/n: thank you for the request! i hope to update my pinned post to mention requests soon. I hope you enjoy!

“It’s actually really interesting to see if you ever get the chance,” Spencer told you from his chair. “It’s been discovered that over five hundred minerals fluoresce when they’re exposed to ultraviolet light.”

Both you and Spencer had been left out of the takedown of the unsub. Him because he was still using a cane to get around and you because you were recovering from a concussion, and Hotch didn’t believe you when you said you were fine. Typical.

You sighed and hoisted yourself up so you were sitting on the edge of a desk in the local police station, tilting your head to the side while you watched Spencer talk about rocks. All you had done was ask him if he knew what his birthstone was, and you completely lost him while he started rambling about fluorescent minerals.

It was one of those connections between topics that you’d have to be inside Spencer’s head to fully understand how he had gotten from point A to point B.

It was endearing, the way he got so passionate about things. He didn’t even have a degree in geology, and yet he knew so much about minerals like fluorite and calcite. It wasn’t even what he was saying to you found so captivating, it was how he was saying it.

Spencer had a tendency to speak with his hands, the bigger the movements, the more excited he was to be telling someone about the subject. So, if he was nearly knocking things over with enthusiasm, who were you to interrupt him?

Suddenly, his hands stilled, and your eyes flicked up to meet his. “Y/N, are you okay? Is it your head?” He asked leaning ever so slightly closer to you, as if you were two children sharing a secret.

Your face burned as your skin flushed, but Spencer didn’t seem to notice. “I’m alright, Spence. What were you saying about the color?” You urged him to keep going, keeping your question vague enough so that he wouldn’t be able to tell you had gotten so distracted by his ardor.

He pursed his lips for a moment before they parted again, “common opal doesn’t have any iridescence. Most fluorescent common opal is considered amorphous.” He told you, quickly jumping back into his topic of choice.

Smiling, you watched him talk as the words started to float over your head again. Specifically, you watched the way his lips moved as he shared the information with you. Sometimes, he stumbled over his words because his mind was moving faster than his mouth could. You felt honored every time he shared a part of his brain with you.

The fact was, Spencer Reid has pretty lips. They were a pretty pink color, the kind of color that people wanted as lipstick but could never find an exact duplicate of. They were soft. At least, they looked soft.

You couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to kiss him. Spencer never talked about relationships as openly as the rest of the team, especially not the way Morgan did. Very quickly, you realized you had no idea how he would react if you kissed him. Would he pull away? Would he push you away? Would he kiss back?

Spencer was still talking about opals when you moved closer to him, set your hands on his shoulders, and pressed your lips to his.

A soft, surprised noise came from the back of his throat before he kissed you back. He reached his hands up, so they were resting on your waist, no higher and no lower.

It was no small victory that you discovered his lips were as soft as you thought they were. Under your hands, you felt that his heart was pounding as hard as yours was. His lips parted slightly under yours and he pulled you closer to him.

A small crash caused you to jump away from where he was sitting, in your peripheral vision, you could see that his cane had fallen to the ground. For a moment, the two of you just stared at each other, wide-eyed and still trying to catch your breath. “Thank you,” he breathed, not taking his eyes off of yours.

“I- For what?” You asked, appalled at the fact that you had done something so brazen, potentially ruining one of your closest friendships. 

You crouched down and picked up his cane, as you handed it to him, he elected to answer your question, “No one’s ever asked me to shut up so nicely before.”

[moonlight-records]

Rich Boys Don't Have Hearts | LN4 (pt. IV)

pairing: Jock!Lando Norris x Nerd!Reader

summary: Formula Ivy Academy, or FIA for short, is the most renowned private in the world who takes such a select few. Usually those from wealth with status and secrets and so much to lose. Yet, you are selected to join the FIA on a full scholarship. You have nothing to lose and everything to gain scares a lot students, especially their star athlete who will do anything to protect those he cares about. Though, he didn't expect you to have as much of a...bite to you for a little nobody.

warning: very tipsy!reader. make out session! lando & reader = rivals to ??? enemies to ???. idk but they're messy and im here for it. they a LIIIIITTLE toxic for each other rn.

fc: none!

wc: 3.8K

a/n: chat, we're SO back

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | current

“Now–stop sniffing me!” Lando hisses.

You lean back blinking because you didn’t even realize what you were doing. Your face flushes as you glance around the doorway of the bathroom trying to pretend that you weren’t just sniffing Lando but he smells really good. It reminds you of when you’re home and your mom is baking sugar cookies with a hint of vanilla while your dad is happily chatting away as if you were downstairs watching TV or the lotion your best friend swears her life by. The small thing of buttercream she carries on her and how sometimes you two would huddle together, enjoying the scent of the lotion when you two would be trapped in gym class with boys who refused to acknowledge the fact that deodorant isn’t an option.

The memory makes you frown slightly. You didn’t realize how much you missed your parents or your best friend. You always knew you were homesick, of course you were, but you’ve been downplaying just how homesick you are until now. Tears threaten to form and spill and you blame it on the alcohol as it curls around you, the warmth filling you once again. You’re brought back to reality, slightly, when something brushes your cheek. You jerk your head back slightly out of surprise and look up at Lando as he recoils his hand holding a tissue. The two of you stand in the doorway awkwardly while the music from the party hums in the background, walls and floor shaking from the unnecessary bass boost.

“What…” you swallow a lump in your throat and make a face at the slight taste of bile in there. “What are you doing?”

“You look like you’re on the verge of tears.” Holding up the tissue, “so thought I’d get a jump start on helping the mascara that’s about to run.”

You know that he’s being sarcastic. You can tell by the tone in his voice but you can’t help the ghost of a smile that appears on your face before taking the napkin from Lando, murmuring a thank you as you gently pat your eyes to catch any stray tears that are lingering. You bring your gaze back to Lando who is now leaning on the other end of the doorway. This is your chance to escape. You know it is but you find yourself planted in your spot, not trusting your legs to actually lead you away.

“So…what do you want?” You finally ask after another awkward silence.

“Not here.” Lando pushes off the doorway, “come on.”

You watch Lando start to walk down the hall, away from the party though you don’t move. You see him look back at you before coming back to you. “Y/N. Come on.” You shake your head while looking at Lando. You see the Brit knit his brows together and grit his teeth while he takes a breath while looking down at you. “I know we haven’t seen eye-to-eye but this is really important and a private manner. It’ll be no more than ten minutes max.” You stare up at Lando before finally speaking.

“I can’t walk.”

Lando blinks slowly at you, trying to figure out if this was some shit joke. “You…can’t walk?”

“No,” you shake your head and stop quickly. “Dizzy.”

“…Oh my god, you’re drunk.” Lando finally concludes.

“I am not drunk.” You try to argue while pouting, “Just—extremely tipsy.” You slur slightly.

You stare at Lando in awe when he laughs. It’s not one of those condescending laughs he typically gives you but a genuine laugh with a genuine smile attached. “No you’re definitely drunk.'“

“I am not!” You whine slightly. Even in the alcoholic haze you refused to let Lando be right. He offers another laugh before holding his hands up in surrender. You smile triumphantly at the Brit before he’s offering an arm and you glance back at him, suspicious.

“You said you couldn’t walk. I’m offering a helping hand, unless you want me to carry you?” He raises a brow.

In newfound determination, you huff and force yourself to push off the doorway. “I don’t need help.” You state as you sway on your feet. You gesture for Lando to lead the way before you accidentally smack Lando in his chest. Any other time you would pretend you didn’t care but instead you cover your mouth and murmur a sorry. Lando stares at you in what you think is disbelief before he reassures you it’s fine. He then gently grabs you by the shoulders and turns you to face away from him before he’s guiding you further into the frat house.

“Where are we?” You ask when Lando opens a door and you enter a bedroom.

“Pierre’s room. Asked him if I could hide out in here for a bit. Perfect place to chat.” Lando says as he leaves the door cracked. You stumble over to the bed before sitting down on the edge. Running your fingers along the bed sheets, you hum gently while Lando leans against the wall.

“What’s so important that you have to talk to me?" On a Friday night no less. Shouldn’t you be out…partying or some shit? Shouldn’t you be getting some random girl’s number and trying to reduce your stress by getting laid?”

“Yeah well, I would but I need some answers about you and Franco,” narrowing his eyes, “I also want answers on why you went to the headmaster and told him I tried to bribe you to leave.”

“What?!” You ask and stand up out of shock. “I never did that!”

“Oh do NOT give me that shit, Y/N! I know it was you!”

“No!” You argue. “I know you don’t like me and I don’t like you. I know we will probably never see eye-to-eye and you will forever believe that I do not belong at this school which I’m not exactly fronting you for but listen. I just wanna keep my head down and graduate.” You explain even though you know it’s falling on deaf ears, “but really. Even if I have every right to go to the headmaster and rat you out, that brings attention to me. Attention I don’t want nor need so really. You probably won’t believe me but I did not go to the headmaster at all about it.”

“Then who the fuck did you tell cause headmaster knows now.” Lando snaps.

“I—I didn’t tell anybody that I would go to the headmaster.” Putting your lips together, you think. “I just told…Arthur and Charles.”

“And Franco, I assume?”

“No.” You admit.

“Listen there’s no need to b—wait, did you say no?”

“Yeah, I said no.”

“Why not?”

“Well he’s a freshman and even though you’re a dick to me, you’re a mentor to him and a good friend so I didn’t want to skew that based on my own shitty experience,” you shrug casually, “so I haven’t brought it up.”

“Oh.” Lando murmurs in thought before shaking his head, “okay. Still. You only told the Leclercs?”

“Yeah and I mean, Mick probably found out from Arthur but they know I wouldn’t want to go to the headmaster so they wouldn’t tell headmaster,” frowning, “how do you even know that headmaster found out?”

“Did you not see your email?”

“No??” You ask bringing your brows together as you pull your phone out. Fumbling, you open your email. You see the words swim around the page and blink a few times before focusing. Your heart drops seeing it was from the headmaster himself.

“Dear Lando and Y/N,” you mumble as you skim through. The email remarks about how it came to his attention about the bribe Lando attempted on you. He applauds you for not buckling under the pressure but he is disappointed about your choice of wording. You mutter the phrase over before deciding to keep reading on. The headmaster continues and explains due to this, Lando was suspended from the lacrosse team till further notice. Your eyes widen when the headmaster mentions that you will not be receiving the letter of recommendation you need unless you and Lando put your differences aside and host the FIA gala this year.

“What?!” You look up from your phone, “What is this?! Why the fuck are we both in trouble because you tried to bribe me?!”

“That’s why.”

“What do you mean ‘that’s why’?”

“The cursing.”

“…You’re joking. Right?” You stare at Lando expecting him to laugh and play a sick joke but it never comes. The distant music from the main part of the frat house fills the air as the realization sets in.

“I’m not getting my letter of recommendation because I cursed?” You grip your phone tightly before taking a deep breath so your phone doesn’t go flying. “I thought that rule was a joke!”

“Well, it’s not a joke.” Lando says as he leans against Pierre’s desk crossing his arms over his chest, “lame rule if you ask me.

“Lame?!” You snap, “It’s utter bullshit! We’re grown adults! Who cares if we curse?! They let so much other shit slide but they draw the line at cursing?!”

“Apparently. Supposed to look like we aren’t heathens or whatever but moving past that. You’re gonna help me since you got me suspend from the team—”

“Cut the bullshit!” You shout as you turn to face Lando. Your anger has turned into pure rage. A new burst of adrenaline soars through while his words replay in your head. You refuse to be blamed for Lando’s actions nor will you have him try to slander you any further. You stalk across the room, jamming your finger into his chest.

“You got yourself suspended. If you hadn’t listened to the cries and worries of others then you wouldn’t be here but you did! Instead of forming your own god damn opinion you decided that the opinions of others about you were more important! You bribed me and you got in trouble for it! You can still graduate without playing on the lacrosse team and be comfortable for life! Don’t try to spin this shit on me for your people pleasing tendencies and getting burned in the end!”

You ignore the way Lando’s jaw goes slack as he stares at you. You see a range of emotions cross his face. Shock, confusion, realization, and finally anger. You had just seen Lando for who he was under the facade and he was scared. You see it in the way his eyes harden as his jaw locks and he stiffens before standing up, looking down at you, walls up.

You don’t dare to break his gaze as you continue, repeatedly jabbing his finger into his chest. “I don’t have that luxury, news flash! I’m on a full ride! So what if I get a degree? I have an internship lined up through the school but I need that letter of recommendation! So no. I will not be helping you, instead you will help me since you owe me this.”

“And if I don’t?” Lando’s voice is clipped.

“I’ll just do it myself and rightfully take all the credit.”

“With what funding? You don’t have enough for the gala.”

“The Leclerc’s and Mick will be more than happy to help me with the funding.”

Lando leans down and you force yourself not to back away. You ignore that you can almost feel his breath ghost your lips as you stare him down.

“You don’t have the guts to.” Lando murmurs.

“Try me.”

The world suddenly disappears around you. In this moment it is just you and Lando in this stare down, both of you breathing a bit heavier with frustration and something else. The tension had become so thick it felt almost suffocating but you blamed it on the alcohol. It had to be that. You see Lando’s gaze flicker so briefly from your eyes to your lips before looking back into your eyes and it just confirms that it’s not the alcohol speaking.

Fuck it.

You lean forward slightly and Lando beats you to it. His hands fly to hold your face, kissing you harshly. Your hands find their way in Lando’s curls as you two kiss. Teeth clashed at first but Lando quickly took the lead. You follow suit as Lando walks you two back. You hear the door slam shut before your back hits the door and you swear you hear the little click of the lock before his hand finds its way to the back of your neck. The kiss is heated and hungry and hot.You feel Lando’s move to the front of your throat and wrap his fingers around and you grab his wrist gently as you melt into the touch. You shouldn’t but god, the way his hand almost covers your throat has you wanting to push your thighs together but you refrain.

When you two part you’re both breathing while you both gather your bearings. The realization that you had just been kissing Lando fucking Norris feels like waking up after a drunken one night stand. One that screamed trouble but was good enough that you were willing to risk it.

“So what was that about me helping you?”

There it was. The moment was gone as fast as it came. Without much thought, you slap Lando as he leans back, holding his cheek. He stares at you in shock but there’s something else dancing in his eyes. Amusement, maybe?

“You’re a cunt, you know that?”

Lando rubs his cheek and offers you a wide smirk, “I am what I eat.”

Your face flushes at the thought and you go to slap Lando again. He catches your wrist with one hand while pulling you close by your throat for another heated kiss. He pins your free hand against the door. You hate the fact you can’t stay mad at him as you melt into the kiss, groaning into the kiss. Your hands find their way back into his hair as he presses you further against the door.

In your lustful haze, you hook a leg around Lando’s waist to pull him closer. You needed him closer. The way that his body and your body slotted together was like two final pieces of a puzzle. You groan again feeling Lando nip at your bottom lip—

You jump when there’s banging on the door before your head is cradled into Lando’s neck as he steps back from the door pulling you with him. Your face flushes again but you bury it into the crook of Lando’s neck and relax, catching another whiff of him.

“Who is it?” Lando asks.

“Ah Lando!” Franco announces from the other side which gets you to lift your head, “have you seen Y/N? Jack said she came upstairs for the bathroom and hasn’t seen her since!”

You and Lando glance at each other before looking down at yourselves. Quickly you two pull away from each other and try to put yourselves together as Lando speaks.

“Yeah! Her and I were having a little chat actually.”

“Wait!” You hiss softly and catch Lando’s wrist. You swipe your thumb on the corners of his lips to remove any evidence you two were making out. You ignore the hungry stare Lando’s giving you before stepping back and turning away as Lando clears his throat murmuring a ‘thank you’ before unlocking and opening the door. You turn to see Franco peering around Lando.

“Y/N! There you are!”

“Hey.” You smile at Franco, “Everything okay?”

“Yeah. I could ask the same for you. What uh, what were you guys talking about?”

“The gala.” You answer without missing a beat, “Headmaster put us in charge of it this year since Lando is great at throwing events and well, he’s making me work a bit harder for my letter.” You laugh gently and thankful Franco believes you, chuckling along. “We just got into a little discussion about the theme. We’ve settled on masquerade this year.”

“Really?!” Franco starts.

“We did?” Lando asks.

“We did.” You say through gritted teeth, shooting Lando a look to play along as Lando turns and smiles. “We did.” He adds, “though I still say a 'rave theme’ would be much more fun.”

“Now you see why we’re going with my theme this year. What time is it?”

“Nearly midnight.”

“Really? Ugh shit, I need to get back to my room.”

Franco frowns as Lando raises a brow. “Why?”

“I have a paper due tomorrow by midnight. I’m almost done but I’ve been putting it off. I really need to finish.”

“Well, I can walk you back to your dorm if you want.” Franco offers.

“That would be great actually.” You start to head out of Pierre’s room before Lando calls out. “Y/N.” You stop and turn to look at him. “Tomorrow. 6pm. Dorms common area. Let's meet up and continue planning the gala, yeah?”

“Library.”

“Library? Seriously?”

“I do my work in the library and this paper is 20 pages and I only have half done and I don’t suspect I’ll be getting up early tomorrow. Take it or leave it.”

Lando ponders it for a moment before nodding, “Okay fine. What do you want?”

“What?”

“Food. It’ll be dinner time. What do you want to eat?”

“Oh.” You’re surprised Lando was offering to get you dinner. “Uh, a chicken sandwich is fine.”

“Got it.”

“Thanks. I’ll…see you tomorrow in the library.” You don't wait for confirmation. You sharply turn and make your way down the hall to where Franco stopped before making your way downstairs. You thank whoever is looking out for you that Franco waits till you two are heading back to your dorm to ask any questions.

“What’s the real reason?”

“What?” You look at him.

“Y/N.” Franco looks at you and smiles, “I wasn’t born yesterday. You and Lando hate each other. I know that much. Headmaster would not have you two paired up to throw the Gala if there wasn’t a bigger thing at play so spill,” he nudges you with his shoulder, “Promise I won’t tell.”

You chuckle softly as you sway before running your fingers anxiously through your hair. “It’s—” You start and sigh. “Stupid. It’s stupid that’s what it is. Lando and I got into a really heated argument,” you start carefully still refusing to admit exactly what happened. “Things were said that shouldn’t have been said and well, somehow the headmaster found out and we both got in trouble for it.”

“Was it for the cursing?” Franco jokes

You snort, “It was.”

“Really?! I was joking!”

“I know. I also thought it was a joke.” Shaking your head out, “but anyway. Yeah so unless we do the gala together, I’m not getting my letter and Lando…” you let your voice drop off and see the way Franco tilts his head expecting you to finish your sentence. It’s not your place to say, but, “isn’t allowed to play lacrosse.”

“What?!”

“I know—”

“So the headmaster just benched him till the end of the semester?!”

You nod as Franco groans. “I mean, at least it’s happening now. Lacrosse is a spring sport and besides. Lando is Lando. He’ll probably sneak some practice in after practice so he doesn’t fall behind.” You tell yourself you’re saying this to reassure Franco. Not because you’re trying to defend Lando.

“I—” Franco starts and sighs, “yeah. Yeah you’re right.” He nods, “Lando isn’t going to let this hold him back.”

You and Franco part ways when you arrive at your dorm. You watch Franco head back to his own dorm before swiping your ID card and entering. “Hold the door!” You turn and see Lando jogging up and you blink before catching the door and holding it open for Lando as he strolls in. “Thanks. I forgot my ID card in my dorm and I did not feel like calling the RA to let me in.” He looks to the empty booth. You look over as well. Must be going on their round.

“Why are you here?”

“Because I live here?” Lando catches the door when you scan them into the common area and follows you in.

“Yeah but I thought that like, you’d be going back to Red Bull or something.”

“Oh well, I was but,” Lando makes a face, “Carlos and Max are fighting again.”

“Again?”

“Yeah they’re,” Lando glances around before leaning in as he drops his voice, “sleeping together.”

You cover your mouth with a small gasp. “What? Really? Carlos and Max? I thought Max was into Daniel.”

“He is but Carlos and he started seeing each other. Max got mad that Teto showed up and was all over Carlos so they’re fighting so Oscar said he and Logan were dipping and I do not want to be stuck between Max and Carlos fighting nor third wheel Lo and Osc so, dorm it was.”

“Oh I see,” you nod and give it a beat, “I’m sorry for slapping you. That was uncalled for.”

“No, no.” Lando chuckles, “No hard feelings I asked for it by being a dick. Masquerade ball? Really?”

“What? It’s fun! Wearing masks and trying to guess who is who. Don’t rich people love that? The thrill of it and messy outcomes?” You ask as you start heading to your hallway. “Besides,” you turn, “Masquerade balls are classic social events and we need the headmaster to approve. We’ll talk more about it tomorrow. Goodnight Lando.”

“..Night Y/N.”

You go to your dorm and shower before changing and getting ready for bed. Turning on Netflix, you flip through before settling down and putting on a random YouTube video. Your mind wanders as you replay the events of tonight. You bring your fingers up to your lips as you replay Lando kissing you over and over again. Your cheeks flush as there’s a ghost of a smile to your lips before the realization hits. This is Lando Norris. The man that tried to bribe you. Has been nothing but an asshole. You even said this isn’t some bully romance. Shaking your head out, you lay down and roll to groan into a pillow. The red flags were all there on why this was a horrible idea. You two weren’t healthy for each other. It would be such a toxic relationship, Rolling back over, your subconscious whispers softly to sway you otherwise as curiosity makes its way through.

Were all the rumors true? You had heard Lando was a good kisser and just had that proven tonight so…was he actually good in bed?

‘Come on’. Your subconscious coos. ‘Just one night is all you need for your answers.’

Weighing the pros and cons, you stare at the ceiling.

You were the last person that should be gracing these school grounds so the least you could do was have fun and try to be a normal college kid. That meant messy one night stands and even messier relationships. Besides, it's for plot.

Right?

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boyfriend luke headcanons

pairing(s): luke hughes x fem!reader

summary: headcanons of bf!luke!

wc: 568

warnings: fluff!! cute luke, smut 18+. sfw and nsfw!

authors note: hiii guys!! guess whos back...me! i just finished my last final WOOOOHOOO! but i still have to write a 10 page paper final... gulp anyways!! i love writing headcanons recently... they're so fun so write. i wrote for luke, luke might be my fav hughes brother... he's been looking a little too good recently NO SURPRISE! anyways im working on more fics tonight so more things will be coming!! im currently working on a long quinn fic, super excited for that to come out. omg this is so long im so sorry, okay im done yapping now!! like and reblog if you enjoyed it<3 much love as always <3

OH!! my requests are open, send something in or just talk to me:)

happy reading<3

Sfw: 

Bf!luke: luke loves having his hands on you at all times. Cuddling you when you guys are home alone and having an arm and hand on you when you guys are out in public. Always making sure you know that he's always there.

Bf!luke: luke loves to plan cute little dates for you guys, always changing it up. If it's a picnic in the park or dinner at a fancy restaurant. Your favorite dates are the random ones, just getting in the car and doing something, those always make the best memories. 

Bf!luke: Luke is a quiet but attentive boyfriend. He's always there when you need a shoulder to cry on, he always listens to you about everything you want to talk about. Luke is quiet in some momentents but you don't mind it, you love how soft and quiet he is, showing how he cares for you in intimate ways.

Bf!luke: He's such a competitive game player. He hates losing, especially to you. Your favorite moment with him is when guys were playing scrabble and he lost in the last round, flipping the scrabble board with a dramatic sign. Lets just say he was picking up scrabble pieces for 2 hours straight. 

Bf!luke: It's no secret that Luke can't cook, but he tries for you. Waking up before you, his mind set on making you breakfast. Trying to be as quiet as he can in the kitchen, trying to pull something together to impress you with. He always ends up going with things that don't involve him using the stove, as a safe bet. The cereal and yogurt bowls never fail to make your heart burst whenever you see them. Knowing it's not much, but it means so much to you because luke made it for you. 

Nsfw: 

Bf!luke: people wouldn't expect it but luke is one kinky guy. He loves trying new things in the bedroom. Tying you up, trailing ice cubes down your body, you name it he’ll do it.

Bf!luke: shower sex. Luke loves shower sex. Watching the water run down your body, has to be one of his favorite sights. Kissing your neck from behind you, guiding his hands along your waist pulling your body back towards him. He’ll slowly push your body against the shower wall, trapping you body with his arms caging you in as he works his way down you body, as your moans fill up the shower walls. 

Bf!luke: luke loves it when you praise him, he definitely has a praise kink. Pulling on his hair while he eats you out. Looking down at him as he's between your legs, moaning at how good he looks from down there. Urging him on saying “fuck right there” “yes luke oh my god” “you look so pretty between my legs”, and his personal favorite is when you call him “good boy”. 

Bf!luke: luke loves ur thighs, kissing them, laying on them, anything that has to do with your thighs he loves. He loves gripping them while your on top riding him, his large hands gripping your thighs with such force that will definitely leave a bruise the next day. 

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Hiiii!!! can you write a jamal story with promt 107 where they're having an argument (he's at fault 🤭) with like HEAVY angst where jamal is lowkey being a meanie and not trying to understand readers side but ends in the cutest fluff tho (cuz can't accept sad endings 😭)

Btw FREAKING INLOVEE WITH UR WRITING UR LITERALLY SAVING THE JAMAL GIRLIES I SWEAR!!! 🙏🏻🙏🏻💗💗

Also thank you in advance!!!!! 😽🩷🤍

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107-"please stop. you're scaring me."

She felt it from the start of the season. Jamal had said he was going to give his best this season and push himself to his limits. He promised to avoid any distractions and focus solely on football, fully committing himself. What she didn’t expect was for him to avoid her too. It made her feel like she was the distraction, rather than the support he needed.

y/n woke up every morning without Jamal by her side. Every day, she rushed to the kitchen, hoping to see him and wish him a good day.

All she wanted was to hear those three words she felt like she hadn’t heard in forever. But every morning, she was disappointed to find that he had already left without even a "good morning."

When she returned from work, Jamal still wouldn’t be home. She knew his training sessions were intense, but she also knew he couldn’t possibly be training from 8 a.m. to 4 p.m.

She made him dinner every night, hoping they could share a moment together when he came home exhausted from practice. Instead, he’d arrive late at night, claiming he had been at the gym after training.

He no longer wrapped his arms around her at night. He hadn’t touched or kissed her in over two months. It felt like she was invisible to him, and she couldn’t take it anymore. She had to tell him how she felt, or she would have no choice but to let him go.

y/n sat in their living room, waiting for Jamal to come home. It was 10 p.m. After what felt like 100 episodes of her show, she finally heard his keys and the door opening. She remained seated on the couch, waiting for him. He walked into the living room, seeing her sitting there, watching TV.

“Hey,” he mumbled, dropping his bag on the couch and sitting down, keeping his distance from her.

She wanted to ask him about his day. She wanted to ask how he was feeling about the start of the season, especially given his incredible performance. But she didn’t. She just wanted to know what was going on and why he was avoiding her.

“We need to talk,” she said, looking at him intently, her voice blank and direct.

Jamal sighed, running his hands over his face, exhaustion clear in his features. “y/n, I’m tired. I just want to shower and go to sleep,” he said, already standing up to leave the room.

That’s what he always did, avoiding any conversation with her.

“No, Jamal. You’re not running away this time. We need to have a serious conversation, and you need to listen to me for once,” she said, standing up too, her voice tense with all the frustration she had been holding inside for so long.

He turned around, surprised by her outburst but clearly annoyed that he was going to have to talk. “What is it now?” he said, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms over his chest.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, her voice weak and hurt.

“What do you mean, what’s wrong? You’re the one who said we need to talk, and now you’re asking me what’s wrong?” he snapped, his voice getting louder with each word.

“What’s wrong with us? What happened? Did I do something to upset you? Why are you avoiding me and acting like I don’t even exist in this house?” she said, her voice trembling as she fought back tears.

“Oh my god. You’re always so needy, constantly craving attention. I can’t have you clinging onto me all day, y/n. I come home every night exhausted, and all I want is to sleep. But you’re there, nagging me because you can’t survive without attention. What am I supposed to do?” he shouted bitterly, stepping closer to her.

“I’m not asking for anything crazy! Just acknowledge me. Say good morning, make me coffee before you leave, tell me you love me at least!” she yelled back, her hands dropping to her sides in defeat.

Jamal was fuming, his face red with anger. She had never seen him like this before, and it scared her. He paced around the room, his steps heavy, before kicking a vase, shattering it to pieces. y/n flinched at the sound, stepping back slightly as Jamal moved closer.

“Please stop. You’re scaring me” she whispered as he stood in front of her, his face inches from hers. It was the closest he had been to her in weeks. She could feel the heat radiating from him, but his cold expression sent chills down her spine.

Jamal didn’t seem to hear her or care. Instead, he continued hurling hurtful words.

“I come home to rest. I don’t need anyone ruining my mood before I leave for training. I don’t need anyone distracting me from having my best season. So stop with the attention-seeking and deal with it. It’s not like I’m treating you as if you’re dead,” he spat, his words cutting deep into Y/N’s heart like knives.

She fought back the tears that threatened to fall, refusing to let him see her break.

“But you are, Jamal! You don’t look at me anymore. You don’t remember anything. You’ve forgotten our date nights, and we haven’t had a Sunday date in weeks. Sunday is your rest day, but instead of spending it with me, you choose to hang out with your friends, friends you see every day at training. Why can’t you acknowledge your girlfriend, who’s doing her best to stay calm and deal with the consequences of dating a footballer?” she cried, finally letting out all the words she had been holding inside for months.

“For fuck’s sake. You just don’t get it, do you? I’m going to shower and then go to sleep. I better not hear about this childish problem you’ve made up in your head again,” he said coldly, leaving the room and heading to their bedroom.

y/n collapsed on the couch, the tears she had been holding back finally breaking free. She pulled her knees to her chest and sobbed into them, her heart aching.

She didn’t understand how Jamal had changed so much, why he had become like this. They had been dating for years, and every year he wanted to have a great season, but this was the first time he had acted this way. She felt their relationship slipping through her fingers, and she didn’t have the strength to fight anymore.

After crying for a while, exhaustion overtook her, and she wanted to sleep. But she couldn’t bring herself to sleep next to Jamal after the hurtful things he had said. She began walking to the guest room when she heard his voice behind her.

“Where are you going?” he asked, making her turn to look at him. He stood there shirtless, fresh from the shower, his hair still wet and dressed in the shorts he always wore to bed.

“To sleep in the guest room,” she replied, turning away.

“Fine, be like that,” he scoffed, and she heard the bedroom door slam behind her.

She sighed and entered the cold, empty guest room, with only a bed in the middle. Lying down, she felt as though she were on a rock.

She closed her eyes, hoping for some rest, but after tossing and turning for hours, she gave up. She sat up, running a hand over her face, wondering if Jamal was struggling to sleep too.

A part of her hoped he was awake, thinking about her, just as she was about him. But she knew he was probably fast asleep, after using "needing sleep" as an excuse to avoid their argument.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door creaking open. She looked up and saw Jamal peeking his head in to see if she was asleep. When he saw her sitting up, he entered the room slowly, standing awkwardly by the door.

“Can I... sleep next to you?” he asked nervously, avoiding her gaze and looking at the floor. When she didn’t reply, he looked up, seeing the hesitation in her eyes.

“I won’t touch you or anything. I’ll stay as far as I can,” he pleaded, his eyes begging for some rest.

y/n thought about it. She couldn’t sleep without him next to her either. “Please,” he said softly, and she finally gave in, nodding her head and moving to the far side of the bed, turning her back to him.

She felt the bed dip as Jamal lay down next to her. Even with the distance, she could feel the warmth of his body close to hers. y/n closed her eyes, hoping to finally get some sleep. As she drifted off, she felt his arm drape over her body, a small smile forming on her lips as she welcomed his warmth. She knew they would need to talk about their fight in the morning, but for now, they could rest.

Next morning, y/n had woken up by the sun that was shining in the guest room. She turned around, hoping Jamal was still next to her, but as usual, he had already left the room.

She let out a sigh, knowing he probably left to training too. She hoped he would stay and explain his hurtful words, but it seemed as if nothing happen to him last night. y/n entered the bathroom, washing her face and brushing her teeth, before going to the kitchen.

She was surprised when she saw Jamal there, his shirtless back to her as he was making breakfast. When he noticed her, he smiled at her, making her more confused. "good morning darling. I made you coffee" he pointed to the cup of coffee that was next to the coffee machine.

Jamal moves quietly around the kitchen, the sound of eggs sizzling and toast popping up from the toaster filling the silence. y/n sat on the counter, the cup of coffee next to her, arms folded, watching him, her heart heavy with the weight of the argument that’s still fresh in her mind.

He seems to be gathering his thoughts, carefully plating the breakfast before he turns to her, his expression soft but full of regret.

“I’m really sorry,” he starts, his voice low, almost hesitant.

“I’ve been thinking about everything, and I know I shouldn’t be trying to explain why I acted the way I did, because none of it excuses what I said or how I treated you. It was wrong, and I wasn’t supposed to do any of that.” He takes a deep breath, looking down at the floor before meeting your eyes again.

“But with the new coach and the new season, there’s been so much pressure. The coach has been really strict about us not getting distracted, and I... I let that get into my head.” he said, his voice weak and unstable.

y/n doesn’t respond right away, waiting for him to continue, her gaze steady as she takes in his words.

"I thought that maybe you were a distraction," he says, shaking his head at himself.

"But that was so wrong of me. All you’ve ever done is support me. You’ve been there through everything, my ups and downs, every game, every challenge, and instead of seeing that, I pushed you away. I don’t even know why I said the things I did... I just... I took my stress out on you, and I’m so sorry for that. I know it hurt you, and I regret it more than I can say.” he stuttered, seeming nervous

Her chest tightens, emotions swirling inside her as she thinks back to how hurt she felt. But she remains silent, waiting for him to finish.

“I shouldn’t have acted like football was more important than you," he continues, stepping closer.

"Because it’s not. You’re so important to me. Honestly, most of my success, it’s because of you. You keep me grounded, and your support means everything. It’s not just my talent that’s gotten me where I am, it’s you. And I was stupid for not seeing that." he said confidently, stepping closer to her

He looks at her, his eyes full of sincerity, waiting for some kind of response. She hesitates, his words slowly sinking in.

"You really hurt me, Jamal," she says softly. "It wasn’t just about football. It was about how you made me feel like I wasn’t enough, like I was in the way." she said, her voice filled with pain.

He nods, a look of guilt flashing across his face.

"I know, and I’m going to spend every day trying to make up for it. I want to fix this. I don’t want you to ever feel that way again." he said honestly

There’s a pause before he speaks again, his voice even softer.

"I took the day off today. I thought maybe we could go for a walk, spend some time together, and get some ice cream, if you want? I just... I want to make it up to you." he hesitated, waiting for her to speak

She tries to hide the small smile tugging at her lips.

"You got me with the ice cream. I can’t say no to free ice cream." she jokes

He chuckles, though there’s still a seriousness in his gaze.

"I really am sorry. I swear to you, nothing like that will ever happen again. Football’s important, but so are you. More than that, you’re more important." he said, grabbing her hands in his

"i believe you Jamal. I hope you don't break your promise this time" she said, giving him a small smile.

He smiled back, squeezing her hands in his.

"you won't regret it i promise" he said

After breakfast, they walk side by side, hand in hand, talking and catching up on everything that’s happened since the argument.

Slowly, the tension between them begins to ease. As they sit on a park bench, ice creams in hand, y/n leans her head on his shoulder, the warmth of the moment filling the space between them.

"I missed this," she says softly, closing her eyes as she let the comfort of his presence wash over her.

"I missed it too," he murmurs, placing a gentle kiss on her head before resting his against hers.

Everything was fine now.

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Obsession

You may be attracted to your career counselor, but he was obsessed with you.

***TW: Power Imbalance; Stalking; Obsessive Behavior; Breaking and Entering; CNC; Choking; Dirty Talk; Rough Oral; Forced Penetration; Afton/Raglan are not good people so they're written as such***

Tags: Reader Has No Specific Genitalia; Oral M Receiving; Masturbation; Sex Toy; Pet Names (White Rabbit/Bunny); x Reader; Blowjob; Penetration; Cross-Posted AO3

It was hard looking for jobs on your own. Especially in this day and age with the classifieds drowning in ads that aren’t even job listings. You are known as a, “job-hopper”, and in the somewhat-small town that you lived in, it was starting to get difficult to find a position that you hadn’t already filled. Luckily, you were the ideal customer for Mr. Steve Raglan, “Career Counselor Extraordinaire”. (At least that’s what he introduced himself as when you had first met.) Other career counselors had given up on you, not seeing a reason to try to get someone employed if they’re just going to quit within a month. However, he saw dollar signs with you. Why would he push away someone who’s a repeat customer? He’d be more than happy to help you, as long as the checks cleared.

You sought help from this man to find work and it was unfortunate that things had to be professional. Steve Raglan wasn’t the usual type to be the object of your sexual desires. It was rare to find yourself fantasizing about older men that weren’t celebrities that littered magazines and the big screen. Silver foxes of the real world were few and far between, and most didn’t age as gracefully as your career counselor. You admit, you weren’t attracted to him when you had first met. He seemed to be like any other middle-aged man trying to get by with an office job that he hated. The second time you met, he was surprised to see you back, joking that he must be losing his touch if you were back so quick. You found that this dry sense of humor was something that you would look forward to hearing at your appointment by the fourth time you had met. It was during the fifth appointment that you noticed how intensely he looked at you from across the desk when you spoke. You noticed the veins in his forearms as he would hand you paperwork. He had strange, patterned scars burned into his skin that sparked curiosity within you, but you never dared to ask. You noticed how he studied every move you would make, like he was dissecting you in his mind, trying to figure out what exact muscles were used to make your body move like that. After you started to notice the little things, you couldn’t stop. Every time you’d come into his office, he’d shake your hand, and every time you’d try not to pay too much attention to how easily his hand enveloped yours. You’d try not to stare as he would look over his files, even though it gave you a moment to watch him when he wouldn’t notice. You’d try not to squirm in your seat when he’d stare you down from across his desk, tutting about only staying two weeks on the last job.

As much as you had a little crush on your counselor, you were also a little afraid. That intense stare sent shocks to your core but it always left a part of your stomach churning. Those scars made you worry about how strong he had to be to survive what caused them, strong enough to do something to you. Him studying your body as if for dissection could very possibly be the reality of what was going through his mind. His hands were a reminder of how much bigger he is than you. You weren’t sure if your infatuation gave you rose-tinted glasses to ignore those feelings of danger when with him, but it had seemed that way, because what you felt for your counselor was pure lust. It was becoming near impossible to be able to sit through those meetings, to be under his scrutiny and not beg for him to take you on his desk.

This was now the tenth time you’ve met with Steve Raglan. Or, it will be the moment he calls you back to his office. Your knee bounced as you waited, impatience starting to eat away at you as you looked around the waiting room, seeing that you were the only one in the lobby, the office secretary the only other body in the room. The secretary told you that your counselor would see you in ten minutes when you had arrived, and when you checked your wristwatch, you saw that a half hour had passed. You weren’t upset, moreso annoyed. Why have you show up at a certain time if he’s not even going to abide by it? You fidgeted in your seat, switching the bouncing knee to tapping your fingers on the armrest of your chair. The door to your crush’s office opened and the crush himself stood on the other side, extending an arm to hold the door open for you as you as he called your name. You tried not to look too eager as you jumped up from your chair. You quickly made your way into the office, trying to keep your eyes on your feet as you ducked under his arm to get past. You saw in your peripheral that he held out his free hand for a greeting and you expertly ignored it. There was a subtle frown when you passed him without a handshake, putting his hand into his pant’s pocket without a comment on how much he didn’t like that.

“Late for somethin’, white rabbit?” Mr. Raglan asked as he closed the door behind him, watching you take your seat in front of his desk. He went to his coffee maker, and began pouring himself a cup. He looked over his shoulder at you, raising the coffee pot with a quirked brow. You wave your hand, dismissing him as you got comfortable in your seat. Steve sniffed, putting the carafe back in its place then turning, a mug in hand. You shook your head, ‘tsk’ing as you pulled an exaggerated disappointed look.

“You’re the one that’s late. We were supposed to meet 20 minutes ago.” You chided, picking at your nails. A part of you liked being the one to tease him for once. He let out an, “Ah!” as he understood, taking a brief sip of his coffee before explaining himself.

“Last appointment was rough- desperate for a job and can’t even do nights? You’re makin’ me push a camel through a pinhole.”

Odd. You didn’t notice anyone walk out of the office when you were called back. Maybe you just hadn’t seen them- you were looking at the floor when walking in, they must’ve just slipped by. As rational as you found that explanation, something still seemed off. There was a slight unease in your stomach that you fended off with your rationalizations. You were so busy figuring out your thoughts that you didn’t notice your career counselor place himself between you and his desk, leaning back on it and sipping his coffee as he turned his torso to open your work file, angling it so he could read it better at the position he was in. You came back to reality when you felt his leg press against yours. You couldn’t help the wave of heat that rushed through you upon seeing how close he was. His desk was no longer an island keeping you away, he was right there, you could take him, right then. You wanted to, but kept your face to your lap, still picking at your nails. You didn’t want him to see the growing blush on your cheeks, feeling embarrassed at the thought of him seeing how much you worked yourself up over something so insignificant. He frowned. He didn’t like that you weren’t looking at him.

“So-“ He started, taking a quick glance back on his desk to read something on your file then turning back to you, “- serving drunks ‘til 3 am wasn’t the dream job?”

“More like a nightmare job.” You said as you inched your leg away from his. He didn’t like that either, but his quick flame of anger died out when your eyes finally met, able to look at him without a blush caused by his limited touch. He had raised a brow at your comments, waiting for you to elaborate as he took a sip from his mug.

“It would’ve been different if the drunks were at least cute.” You joked, when the counselor didn’t laugh, you sighed. “But the real answer is that I was tired of the bouncer walking me to my car- most nights he’d try to take me to his car instead.”

“Sounds like the perfect gentleman.” Mr. Raglan muttered, taking another sip of his coffee then setting it down on his desk. “So, cross ’bartender’ off future lists?”

You bobbed your head side to side, thinking, “… All the ones with creepy bouncers and customers.”

“That’s all bartending then.”

You slumped back in your seat, caught up in your own defeat as yet another job became unattainable to you. You slipped further in your chair as you thought of anything else you could possibly do as a career, your mind so preoccupied that you didn’t notice your legs interlock with his. But he did. You were advancing his touch, clearly you wanted him. Images and scenarios clipped through his brain of all the terrible things he wanted to do to you. Bend you in half over his desk, tie you to your chair with your legs spread, push your head into the coffee stained carpet and pound into you until your rug-burned cheeks bled. The things he wanted to do to you just in his office.

“Is there anything like stocking? I could put stuff on shelves.” You broke the quiet of the room. As Steve took a couple extra milliseconds to answer, blinking a few times to bring himself back to reality, you finally saw how your knees had pinned him to his spot.

“Sure- we’ll just trade in the pervy bouncer with a pervy grocer.” He said once he got the image of your crying, naked, marked body out of his imagination.

“I feel like a pervy grocer would be more mild-mannered.” You sat back up, freeing his legs from yours, trying to get rid of the sexual power you felt keeping him in his place. He really didn’t like that. You had somehow managed to piss him off for the third time and you’d only been in his office for five minutes. He was going to have to do something about that.

“Seriously though, do you have any stocking jobs? I can ignore whatever awful thing there is about the place- I just need a job.” You sounded desperate. Oh, that was what he was going to do about that, perfect.

“I don’t think I have anything like that.” Mr. Raglan said flatly, knowing damn well that he had about five different offers of exactly what you were asking for. He just wanted to see you beg, something that he could take home with him for the late hours when he can’t sleep.

“Could you check?” You asked, just as flat, annoyed that he seemed to not care. When he just brought his mug to his lips and drank the last few gulps of his coffee, you added a, “Please?”, as sweetly as you could. He sucked air through his teeth, holding a now empty mug, looking at the coffee remnants pool at the bottom, debating whether he wanted to get another cup or not.

“C’mon, for an old friend?” You joked, adding another “Please?” that dripped with melted sugar. He could listen to you say please like that for the rest of his life and not get enough. He hummed as he weighed the nonexistent options. You looked up at him with clasped hands and a slight pout. You were only being silly, you didn’t know that it was just what he wanted. He wanted to see you pout and beg, give him puppy-dog eyes and look up at him pathetically. It would’ve been picture perfect if you were on your knees. He hid his mischievous smile behind a hand as he pretended to rub his face in thought.

“Lemme take a look.” He ended his sentence by putting his mug behind him on his desk. As Mr. Raglan stepped away from his desk, he patted your knee as he passed. It was something subtle, but it was an action that you’d be thinking about for the rest of the week. The counselor went to one of his filing cabinets, flipping through the files until he found what he was looking for. He closed the cabinet then opened the file, glancing through to make sure it was the right one. It was full of blank applications for a grocery store in town, just what you had asked for, but he wouldn’t let you get them that easily.

“Looks like things are already full of hard-working employees.” He said, flipping the applications about in the file as if he was reading documents. You felt that the ‘hard-working’ bit was a jab at you.

“Is there anything you can do?” You asked, your hands still clasped, your pout a little more severe. He wished there was a way to get you on your knees without outting himself as the actual perv that you should be worried about.

“I may be able to pull a few strings.” He gave a small smile and he closed the file, moving to his desk and taking a seat behind it. He picked up his phone and he dialed the number on the applications.

“Let me make a call.” He winks at you as he leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs as he listened to the ringing line. No one would pick up though. The number he put in was nonsense, he just wanted you to think he was doing a huge favor for you.

“The number you’re trying to reach is unavailable-” The automated message began, but Steve carried on conversation as if someone was on the other line. You squirmed a bit in your seat, his gaze not leaving you as he began to talk into the blaring receiver.

“Yes, this is Steve Raglan, the career counselor? Yeah, how’re you doing today?”

As your career counselor spoke on the phone, convincing this imaginary person to hire you, you tried to look around his office. Your eyes went from each object in the room. The coffee maker, the little table it sat on, the little trash can under it. But his eyes felt like they were burning into you. Your gaze was magnetically drawn back to him whenever you tried to focus on something else, you felt like you couldn’t look anywhere else but at him. When you finally gave in, making eye contact, he grinned. A chill ran down your spine.

“I know- I know you said that you’re full of stockers over there but I got a very hard worker here that is in a bind.” Mr. Raglan sat back in his chair, uncrossing his legs to push back a bit from under the desk to make room for his long legs. You immediately looked at how his legs spread apart to get comfortable. You could fit perfectly between his thighs, hide under his desk and quietly suck him off as he tried to keep a straight face as he met with his clients. You looked back to his face and he was still staring at you, his grin growing. You looked down to your lap, embarrassed, beginning to feel like it was too hot in this office.

“They’re very experienced with dealing with authority, they take orders well.”

You couldn’t help but think that he meant more than what he was saying. You took a glance back up to see that his eyes never left you. You felt like you were sweating buckets at this point. You started to pick at your nails again, needing something to focus on besides his searing gaze that somehow still felt so dark and cold. Mr. Raglan’s voice picked up, your ears perking to his tone, yet you kept your gaze to your hands.

“I’m willing to put my reputation on the line here- if you can’t hire them, you can take me off your call list.” 

There it was. He was putting his credentials on the line for you. He almost felt too prideful when he saw your eyes widen hearing him. You were convinced that he was willing to go so far for you. He watched you fiddle with your fingers, knowing you were trying not to look at him.

“Yeah, send a fax of the application and I’ll have them fill it out, and I’ll send it right back.”

Steve put the phone on “hold”, pushing a button and setting the phone back on the receiver. His elbows propped up on the arm rests of his chair and he raised hands up, giving the air of a humble brag for his technique of negotiation.

“Am I good, or what?” He said, flashing a smile before getting up, picking up the file of all the applications he had and leaving the room. He had to kill a few minutes to make it look like he was picking up the fax from the secretary. He walked back to the employee common area of the offices, going through the cupboards for the sake of doing something, saying a quick hello to the coworkers that passed him. He walked back out and went into the bathroom, the file still in hand. He felt too clever for this, feeling sinful for being so proud of himself for how smart he was. It was the little details that made the lie all the more believable. Taking out one of the applications, he tucked the file of remaining papers under his arm. He activated the hand drying machine, holding the paper underneath the fan that loudly roared hot air onto it. He ran each sheet of paper under the fan for the allotted time of the machine, getting off-looks from the other employees who had come in to use the restroom or were leaving, (who opted for drying their hands with the paper towels).

When your counselor handed you the application for your new job, it was still warm off the printer.

“Oh thank you, Mr. Raglan, thank you!” You said as you quickly filled the papers out, thanking the counselor over and over in a mantra of gratitude. He took in your thanks, wanting to remember you thanking him repeatedly for when he’s by himself with wandering hands. You have an excited grin when you hand back the papers, his smile felt so genuine as he took the application to fax back out to the employer. You still couldn’t believe that he had stuck his neck out like that for you. You watched as he got up and left the room once again. Your eyes wandered as you waited. You noticed the counselor’s desk phone, and that there wasn’t the usual blinking light of a call on hold. Odd. That unease in your stomach returned. It felt like a primal sense of dread. It disappeared when the door opened, Mr. Raglan smiling as he came in and sat back down at his chair, following your gaze when you glanced at the phone again.

“Ah, looks like they hung up on me.” He frowns, but his smile returns when he gives you his full attention.

“I’ll have to give him a call back.”He placed his hands on top of the files on his desk, folding them neatly as he looked you in the eyes. “I’ll let you know if you got the job or not when I can.”

“Thank you Mr. Raglan! You don���t realize how much this means to me.” You say, slightly bowing your head in gratitude. “Please, if there’s anything I could do for you to repay you- let me know.”

That chimed in his head like church bells. Oh, he could use that. You probably thought maybe a fruit basket or a cheap ticket to a game, but he had other ideas.

You got up from your seat, seeing that now was the right time to leave.

“I know you kinda put your reputation on the line for me, I’d really like to be able to show my gratitude somehow.” You add with a smile, making your way to his office door, him following you to it.

“Oh, I’ll be sure to let you know.” He smiles, opening the door and holding out a hand. You gladly took it, shaking it with a newfound giddiness that could only be from getting a chance that was undeserved. You didn’t know how much he would be thinking about this, going over every single second in his mind over and over, reading too deeply into how grateful you were. You were indebted to him now, and you were going to have to repay that debt, whether you wanted to or not. He watched you walk out of the office, and you could feel his hot gaze on your back as you did, you tried not to shiver.

When you had completely gone, Steve looked at the clock and pretended to debate in his mind, acting like he was trying to make a tough decision before telling the secretary that he’ll be in his office the rest of the day, so he’ll see them tomorrow. They bid their goodbye, giving a small smile and wave as he closed the door and locked it behind him. He reached to his neck and loosened his tie, unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt, and stood in front of his desk, leaning back on it as he had done when you had first walked in. He stared at the empty chair in front of him, imagining you sitting there, naked, legs spread, and mouth open. He shuddered a breath as he couldn’t help himself undoing his belt buckle and reaching into his pants. God, he was rock hard. He replayed in his mind you begging for him to help you, hearing your pleads echo in his ears, only now asking him for help to make you cum. He didn’t realize he was so close until it was too late, cumming on the empty seat and imagining he had done so on your face, once again, your voice echoing in his head your repeated gratitude of before, now thanking him for his seed decorating your body. His grip on his desk was hard as he panted, your figure fading away as he came down from his high. He rubbed his face with his clean hand, taking a deep breath before finally calming down and out of sheer curiosity, he checked his wrist watch. You had only left his office 7 minutes ago.

As he cleaned up, the inner cogs and mechanisms of his brain began to turn and devise a plan. A plan on how he was going to get that payment out of you.

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It was a beautiful day outside, perfect for a nice walk in the neighborhood with a dog on a leash and nothing but the sun and the birds to tag along. Yet Steve Raglan sat in his car, parked at the side of the street in a suburban neighborhood. He looked down at the file in front of him. Its papers were unorganized but he easily found what he searched for, as if he’s been studying the pages for months.

That was because he had been, and it was your file.

Since you’ve become a repeat client of his, he’d become more intrigued by you with each meeting. The intrigue became a dark obsession, and it has now come to a head. He was parked about a block away from your home, feeling that overwhelming self-pride at figuring out when your neighbors were usually out, leaving a suspicious car to go unnoticed in your neighborhood. (At least for the amount of time he predicted he would have with you.) He really was too clever. 

As he glanced at the sidewalks around him, seeing how many people were around, he thought of how long it had been since he had last seen you, and how it was because of the absence of you that he was there. It’d been over five months. You’ve been excelling at your new job at the grocery store. The store manager had called him to say that “he had sent a great employee to him”, and that if “he had any others like you to send them right over!” He scoffed after he had hung up the phone. There wasn’t anyone else like you. That’s why he was obsessed with you.

He got out of his car, closing the door and locking it before pocketing the keys. He began a walk down the block, something he’s grown familiar with. This wasn’t the first time that he’s walked your streets. He preferred to do it at night, memorizing the walk to your house in the dark and taking peeks into your windows from the view of the sidewalk, not wanting to draw too much attention if anyone happened to be looking out the window. He wanted to stare into your windows desperately, to watch you, but he couldn’t hurt this good thing he had going. He could walk past your home at night and see you lounging in your living room, completely unaware he stared at you as he passed your home, it was bliss.

Today, however, was different. He was going to actually go into your home. He really was too smart, he knew everything about you and today he would finally get to execute on his plan. From the outside, it would look like he knocked on your door, and that you let him in. But he was actually going to pretend to knock on your door, and act out you letting him inside. He was going to overstay his welcome, whether you liked it or not, and he was going to get away with it. He knew that you would be home today, he had gotten your schedule from your employer, as an old favor for an old friend. He knew from small talk that you lived by yourself, and that you didn’t have a dog. He had even suggested that you should get a dog, you’re all alone, who knows what could happen.

Steve finally came to your street, holding back his urge to run the rest of the way to your house. As he approached your home he took a quick glance through the windows. You weren’t in the living room. Perfect. As he stood on your front porch, he took a deep breath, taking a final moment to prepare himself for what he was about to do. With the lightest touch, he knocked on the door, his knuckles barely registering on the wood. No response from inside the house. Perfect. He tried the door knob. He hadn’t expected for it to turn with a soft click- he had a screwdriver to jam into the doorframe if it wasn’t- yet the door was unlocked. Perfect. Swiftly he opened the door, peering inside carefully, no one in sight. Perfect. He stepped into your house, closing the door behind him, and locking it. He dropped to a crouch, untying his shoes and leaving them neatly by the entrance, carefully placing his keys in the shoe so as not to make any unnecessary noise. He crept further into your home, sticking to the walls to not creak your floorboards, taking every precaution to not let you know he was there. After checking the kitchen, which was empty, he made his way to the halls, starting to hear a sound he couldn’t quite place. It sounded sloppy, wet. A door in the hall was ajar, the sound coming from there. Another sound joined the wet slapping and he grinned. He realized he actually knew what that sound was. As gently as possible, he opened the door more, slinking inside and quietly closing the door, locking it before finally turning to what was in the room.

He could’ve fallen to his knees seeing the state you put yourself in. Your naked ass in the air, your face pressed into your mattress, unbeknownst to you, giving Steve Raglan full view of you masturbating. One of your hands clawed at the edge of the bed as the other worked between your legs, pumping a dildo in and out of you, desperately trying to get yourself off. Your muffled whimpers could still be heard through the blankets, pulling your head up only to breathe and plead to the open air to make yourself cum. Your arm ached, but your need to satisfy yourself overpowered what fatigue ailed your muscles. You found a compromise by slowly pulling the sex toy out, your moans drawn out like a song, before slamming it back into you with a guttural cry.

“Misterrr...” You drawled from deep in your throat. Steve’s ears perked. He was more than interested in knowing who you were imagining as you fucked yourself, jealous bile rising in his throat at the thought of you thinking of someone else. He could easily walk forward, spread your ass apart and have his way with you, teach you a lesson for thinking someone else could make you like this. His envy quickly changed to pure hunger when you continued your lustful ramblings.

“Mr. Raglan, please…” You begged into the bed, repeatedly pulling the dildo then bottoming out, each squelch punctuated with your helpless whimpers. His mouth went dry when his name left your lips, your words going straight to his cock. He was already erect seeing you in this position, but now knowing that you were in the throes of ecstasy because of the mere thought of him? He couldn’t take his dick out fast enough. His grip was hard on the metal of his belt, not wanting to alarm you of his presence. He didn’t want you to know he was here, not yet. This was a surprise for him, and he wanted to return the favor with a surprise of his own. He felt he could already burst watching you lose yourself over him. He wanted to make you never forget him, no matter how hard you tried to fuck yourself, it could never be him. He was more than happy to remind you. He carefully took off his belt and set it aside, rarely taking his eyes off you, especially when your pace began to quicken. His hand wrapped around his hard cock, swiftly pulling it over the waistband of his boxers and matching your pace, watching intently how tightly you wrapped around the sex toy. He bit back his own moans as he imagined it was his cock you were rocking back into, his teeth scraping his bottom lip to hold himself back.

Your hand became erratic, your rhythm lost to the coil in your stomach tightening to a point you felt sore. You planted your face into the blankets as you pushed your arm through the last bit of energy it had, you cried out. A warm liquid coats your legs as you finally came, your back arching as you rode out your euphoria, panting as if you haven’t breathed in hours. Your hand fell to the bed, leaving the dildo to slowly fall out of you and thump to the mattress. Steve could’ve screamed watching your relaxed muscles push the toy out of you, he couldn’t hold himself back any longer, and with a long stride, he was directly behind you. The hair on the back of your neck prickled, finally out of your stupor enough to feel like you were being watched.

But it was too late.

A cold hand slapped across your mouth and you felt a weight on your back as someone leaned onto you. You could feel something hard rubbing against your ass and you whimpered against the strong hand, feeling tears begin to prick your eyes as the situation settled in. Who is this? How’d they get in? What were they going to do to you? Were you going to die before or after they were done with you? Your nose stung as the tears pooled in your eyes, you felt so vulnerable, so scared, starting to feel sobs build in your chest as you found yourself begin to pray to whatever higher power existed to save you from this. You felt there was no other option. You were cornered and you were alone with someone who had intentions that you didn’t even want to fathom.

“Aww, what’s wrong, white rabbit? I thought this was what you were fantasizing about.” A voice cooed into your ear. Your eyes went wide, your tears sliding down your cheeks as you recognized the voice. You knew who was behind you, and you were sure you didn’t find  that comforting. You looked over your shoulder to see Mr. Steve Raglan. He was so close to you, your lips could’ve met if it wasn’t for his rough hand muzzling your lips. There was something in his eyes, something that made fear shoot down your spine to the bottoms of your feet. You felt disgusted with yourself as a tinge of excitement pooled in your groin as you saw he was naked from the waist down. Of course this would turn you on.

But, he wasn’t wrong. You were fantasizing about him, wanting him behind you in this exact position, fucking you. It could become a reality now and you weren’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth. As much as you wanted to fight against this, a part of you knew he didn’t have to take you by force. You wanted to say something, to tell him all he had to do was ask and you would’ve let him have his way with you, but his hand was firm on your lips, muffling what little noises you could make. You watched him as his other hand started trailing up your thigh to your ass, spreading one of your cheeks apart for his dick to slide right in between. 

“Perfect fit.” He grunts, leaning back for a brief moment so he could take in how neatly your ass wrapped around his cock. You couldn’t stop your hips from pushing back into him, an animalistic instinct wanting him to be pressed against you once more. A chuckle rumbled in his chest as he leaned back down, it felt degrading.

“So quick for your next fix.” His teeth ran along the side of your neck before placing a chaste kiss behind your ear, his breath hot on your skin. “But you want the real thing, don’t you?”

You nodded, whining against his hand as your ass ground his hips. He let out a breathy moan, desperate, wanton. He was as needy as you were, his free hand beginning to roam your naked body as if he couldn’t feel enough of your skin. It was as if he was starving, a crazed man who couldn’t be satisfied. Your fear, though still very present, ebbed away at the edges, feeling a wave of authority surge through you as you realized just how desperate Mr. Raglan was.

You could control this situation if you wanted to.

But right now, even though you knew how fucked this was, what you really wanted was for him to do whatever he wanted with you. His free hand came back up your hips, slowly reaching around, calloused fingertips tickling your skin as he teased you, only touching your pelvis, somehow scraping past without actually touching you. You felt his dick pulsing between your ass cheeks and you moaned against his hand. He let go of your mouth, moving down your jaw, down your neck, gripping your shoulder tightly as a new way to keep you in place underneath him.

“Mr. Raglan, please-” you breathed, pulling your hips away from him to allow his dick to slide right against your entrance, getting onto your elbows to ready yourself. You heard him laugh aloud at how ready you were to have him in you. “I want you to-”

You didn’t even finish your request. He grabbed himself and was pushing into you. You gasped. It was burning. It was burning inside of you and you loved it. Fuck, you wanted this burn to overtake you, to completely consume you. As you caught your breath, Steve groaned, blinking hard as he gathered himself. His plan was going perfectly. This was everything he wanted and more. (Well, he kind of wanted more of a fight, but beggars can’t be choosers.)

He was the perfect size for you, fuck, his dick felt exactly like you had imagined it would, if not more amazing. He filled you completely and you couldn’t ask for anything better. His fingers drummed once before gripping your hips, finally back in his own body after the thrilling experience of just entering you. You felt better than he had imagined, if not more amazing. He had been dreaming about this, obsessing about this for months on end, never leaving his train of thought, and he finally had it. He leaned forward against your arched back, one hand moving slowly up your body from your hips, and wrapping lightly around your throat, his lips by your ear, breathing lowly. You felt his fingers begin to squeeze your neck, your breathing hitched into a moan.

“This is what you get for teasing me with that body of yours.” He says into your ear, his hold on your hip growing tighter. “You come into my office, sat there with your legs spread- god, you wanted me to fuck you right then and there, didn’t you? You’re such a slut.”

Steve began to move his hips.

He wasn’t slow or gentle and it didn’t matter if you weren’t ready, he did as he pleased and you were meant to just go along for the ride. His grip was tight around your throat and you could feel your face growing hot with blood gathering in your head. You felt amazing. Your eyes rolled back as you wasted what little air you had on uncontrollably moaning. You choked out a whiny, “Please,” that he rewarded by releasing his vice, allowing you to take a few deep breaths before his grasp tightened once again, earning a moan that he found particularly delicious.

“Listen to you whine- it’s pathetic.” He grunts under his breath, slowing down for a moment so that you can actually hear him over the sound of your skin slapping together with each thrust.

“I knew you wanted me to destroy you the moment your skin touched mine- that first handshake was enough to tell me just how desperate you were for someone to show you how it’s done.”

You can’t respond with words, only able to whimper and groan the more he choked and fucked you. He released his grip around your throat and as you gasped for air, his fingers massaging the sides of your throat. It was almost a nice feeling, especially coupled with the quick pecks he left at the corner of your jaw. But then his hand moved up under your chin, his fingers digging into your cheeks to force your mouth open.

“I want to hear you. I want to fucking hear you tell me how desperate you are for me.” He demands, his pace picking up again, throwing you into moans. Your jaw hurt from being pried open, his nails stabbing into your skin, but you still couldn’t give an answer. Not getting what he wanted, you felt his hand on your hip let go, then his arm wrap around your waist. You felt yourself being lifted off your elbows to an upright position on your knees, his dick reaching a new spot inside of you. The moan that escaped you was almost unnecessarily loud. You felt a chuckle rumble against your back, he was laughing at you, though it was between his own quiet, breathless moans.

“That’s not what I told you to do.” He hisses, though he didn’t let up, knowing you’d struggle to get anything out other than sounds of ecstasy.

“Hng- I was- fuck- so des- ah!- ‘perate,” You’re finally able to spit out. He slowed, allowing you to speak more. “I wanted you- fucking christ, I want you so bad-“

Steve took a hefty bite into your neck, sucking and grinding his teeth with your skin between, your groan mixed with the sound of his pelvis hitting your ass over and over in an unrelenting fuck that made you feel as if your body would soon give out. When he pulled away, it was already beginning to bruise. He thought the hue of red looked wonderful on you.

“If you want my dick so bad-” Without warning he pulled completely out of you, making you cry out upon feeling an emptiness you’ve never experienced before. He let go of you, your body collapsing onto the bed, you hadn’t realized he was the only thing holding you upright. As you collect yourself, whining about how close you were to cumming, you looked up and found him standing at the edge of the bed, hovering over you. You licked your lips at the sight of his treasure trail to his erect cock, glistening from being inside you, now inches away from your mouth.

“Why don’t you choke on it.” He finishes, grabbing the back of your head and forcing your gasping mouth around him. For the first time you heard him moan. Really moan. It was intoxicating, you instantly wanted to make him do that again, you needed to hear him make that noise again. Maybe if you were good, you would. His dick tasted like you and you hated how much you loved it, living up to being a so-called “slut”. You opened the back of your throat, doing everything you could to take him in entirely. You let him hold your head in place as he fucked your mouth, more moans escaping him that you rewarded by taking him even deeper. Your teeth dragged along his shaft and you heard him hiss- the sharp sting of his hand slaps your cheek.

It wasn’t hard enough to leave a mark, but it was hard enough to tell you to, “Knock that shit off.” The sudden slap did, however, cause you to lose focus on keeping your airway open, and you were now choking on the dick that was halfway down your throat. Your chest seized, but he didn’t let you move, still deep in your mouth. It seemed your struggling only made him more excited, his grunts increasing the more you gagged. You were able to wiggle your arms out from under your body and reach for his legs, tapping one of his thighs twice as if asking for a tap out in a wrestling match.

Surprisingly, Steve listened, pulling out of your mouth, letting you cough and catch your breath. You could feel tears streak your face as you looked up at him with bleary eyes, and he grinned. The very same grin you saw when he had gotten you the job at the grocery store. That familiar feeling of unease churned in your stomach, if it was anymore intense you would be nauseous. It was then the fog of hormones cleared and the reality of what was currently happening came upon you.

Finally, it registered to you that he had been planning this.

What was happening right now, at this moment, was all part of a scheme he designed. Him getting you the job, him breaking into your home, him fucking you. You weren’t sure what the outcome of the plan would be. You hoped it wasn’t with your dead, naked body in bed.

But you’d be damned if he murdered you because you were a bad lay.

Not knowing if you were doing this out of your own will to survive, (or if you were just so horny you couldn’t help yourself,) you looked him in the eye, and took his cock into your mouth to the hilt. You saw his eyes roll back, and the moan that emitted from him was enough to tell you that you would not be dying tonight.

“Oooh, white rabbit,” He purred, his eyes returning to yours, watching as you drew back and pressed the flat of your tongue to the underside of his dick, allowing him to easily slip in and out of your throat.

“You’re everything I’ve dreamed,” He continues, holding the sides of your head as he gently rocked into your mouth.

“Keep doin’ that an’ I might just keep you with me forever.” He managed to wink at you. You weren’t sure if he meant that as a life partner or as a prisoner.

Your spit collected in his pubes, your chin now coated with a mix of your spit and his pre-cum, not breaking your eye contact with him. Your tongue wrapped around his dick, enjoying the sweet noises he was making. You hollowed your cheeks, sucking him more, the grunt he made was almost primal. His grip on your head grew and his pace quickened, you knew he was going to cum, and this time he wouldn’t be able to hold back. Your lips pressed tightly around his cock, keeping it in your mouth when he finally came down your throat. You took it completely and compliantly, gratefully swallowing all of his cum. You licked your lips and upon realizing that some had dribbled out of the corner of your mouth, your tongue darted out to finish your meal. But Steve’s strong hand grabbed your jaw, stopping you. He leaned down, pulling you up to meet him and the flat of his tongue licked away the cum before you could, continuing its stripe onto your lips, and into your open maw. You moaned into his mouth as your tongues curled around each other and he sucked yours as he pulled away. He finished with a quick peck on your pouting lips, still keeping you a centimeter away, his words brushing you as he muttered, 

“You’re such a good bunny-” He kisses you again, this time leaving you dizzy- “Swallowing without even asking-“ He kisses you a third time- “Oh, you’re everything to me.”

You weren’t sure you were just playing along with his plan anymore. All the things he was doing, all the things he was saying to you were only making you hornier and hornier. Your core felt like it was on fire, begging to be touched by him, wanting to be fucked, wanting to finally cum because of him. You didn’t care that he had set all of this up, you didn’t care that he had broken into your home, you didn’t care that he was taking advantage of you. You just wanted him to make you cum. So you begged for it.

“Mr. Raglan…” You breathed against his lips, letting him kiss you between your statements, “Please- I need you to make me cum-“ Another kiss, lingering longer, his harsh lips making yours feel pillowed when he pulled away.

“Please make me cum.” You pleaded. The grin on his face looked maniacal.

“White rabbit, you only had to ask.” He drops you back down to the bed, pushing your shoulders down, your back flat against the mattress. The air hitched in your lungs when Steve harshly grabbed your legs and pushed your knees damn-near either side of your head, bending you in half as he leaned on top of you, pinning you in the position.

“I’ve been wanting to hear you beg for me to make you cum for so long.” He sighs. “Oh bunny, you look so good under me like that.”

You hissed as he bit into the backs of thighs as one of his hands left your knees, skimming down your body until it fell off, leaving your mind to race as to what it was doing. You were quickly distracted by his sharp teeth in your flesh again.

“It’s too bad that gorgeous mouth of yours sucked me dry.” He tutted. You felt his hand return, along with a familiar feeling of silicone.

“I’ve been dreamin’ of cummin’ in you,” The dildo you were masturbating with when he arrived was in his hand, the tip playing at your entrance, making you whimper.

“Ya know, I should punish you for taking away that pleasure.” He pulled the toy away completely, your whine choked back when his other hand grabbed your throat swiftly and squeezed. Fear pumped your blood, unfortunately only making you want him more. You lifted your chin as much as you could in the position you were in, giving him more access to your neck, your eyes half-lidded and watching him, waiting for him to do what he saw fit. He chuckled, knowing that he had you wrapped around his finger, that you would do anything for him now, just as he had planned.

“But I think makin’ you wait this long is punishment enough.”

The dildo was slammed into you and the noise you let out was garbled between a cry and some noise an animal would make. In the position you were currently in, the toy reached a new spot in you that you’ve never felt before, and each pump drew a whiny moan out of you, you windpipe still being squeezed by his strong hand.

“Those noises you make- I could get hard again just hearin’ ‘em.” His hand let go of your throat, his fingers now playing at your hairline at the nape of your neck, his thumb on your bottom lip, playing with how swollen it was. He bit into your thighs again, leaving behind dark marks that made you cry out in pain that sank down into groans of pleasure the more he fucked you with your toy.

“Oh, make those noises for me, white rabbit.” He says against your skin, his hand moving the dildo faster and harder into you. You had found the more you heard it, the more you loved the pet name he had given you. You didn’t know why he called you ‘white rabbit’ or ’bunny,’ but you didn’t want to bother asking. You loved that it was yours and it was something that you could always be for him. What you loved the most about it was how he always said it so adoringly, bordering on obsessively- and you realized what this was all about.

Obsession.

Steve Raglan was obsessed with you and he wouldn’t be able to rest until he had marked you, until he had claimed you, needing you to only be for himself. No one else will be able to fuck you again. Not only because you knew that he would never let it happen, but also because you knew that you would only be thinking about him. Considering everything, that wasn’t a shock. How could you ever be with someone else after this?

His thumb on your lip dared to enter your mouth, marveling how warm and wet it was and how soft your tongue was as it lapped the calloused pad of his thumb, the ridges of your teeth biting into it. He sighed dreamily as you sucked on his thumb, a whine in your throat when you felt like your body might give out.

“Are ya gonna cum for me? So soon?” His voice was in a mocking tone yet you still answered with a whimpered, “yes,” and screwed your eyes shut to focus on the knot in your stomach growing so tight it genuinely hurt.

He thought that your head might explode from how red it was getting. From the position he forced you in, the blood collecting in your head was enough to make your face glow and grow hot to the touch. The current image he was seeing of you was something he would take with him for the rest of life. He knew he would be thinking of this encounter on his deathbed, feeling nothing but bliss at the memory of taking advantage of you. (Though, with the way you were moaning, he didn’t really think this could be considered taking advantage.)

“Look at me, bunny. I wanna see you come undone.” He demands. You’re able to roll your eyes open and lock your gaze with his. His eyes bore into your very being and it felt like it was setting your very soul on fire, finally sending you over, the knot releasing. His grip was hard on your face, making sure you kept your eyes on him as your orgasm took over your whole body. Your groan was long and drawn out with a mumbled version of his name, your eyes struggling to keep open from how hard the waves of pleasure hit you.

As you struggled to catch your breath, he pulled you towards him and kissed your forehead tenderly, then allowed you to lay back on the bed, letting your eyes close. His body slowly got off yours, allowing your legs to drop unceremoniously onto the mattress with a slight bounce of the springs. The dildo was still inside you, and Steve watched with a hungry eye as your relaxed muscles pushed it out for the second time today. Fuck, he could never get used to that.

Your breathing finally slowed, your body sore from holding positions for him despite lack of flexibility. You felt him get off the bed and upon hearing the jangling of a belt you lazily opened your eyes. He rolled his shoulders and neck as he tucked his shirt into his pants. He looked back over his shoulder at you, and he broke into a grin seeing you still a sweaty mess on the bed. He came over to the bed, sitting on the edge and leaning back to capture your lips with his in a breathtaking, passionate kiss. He pulled away with a soft groan, feeling a raising anger that he couldn’t stay longer, but unfortunately he had business at a certain abandoned pizzeria to take care of, (the new security guard was getting too comfortable to his liking,) and he knew if he left his car any longer it would look more suspicious than it already does.

He looked at you and put a hand on your cheek, kissing you again, more softly this time, as if that was a sufficient enough goodbye for what you just endured. His hand taps your cheek before it slips off your face and he stands, heading for your bedroom door. You watched, dumbstruck that he was just going to leave without saying a word, without saying anything about what just happened.

“Will you come back?” Your voice is so soft you thought he wouldn’t hear it, but he does, stopping briefly to answer you before closing the door behind him.

“Oh, white rabbit,” Mr. Raglan smirks over his shoulder, “I always come back.”

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Can you do headcanons for Izana with a girl bsf who doesn’t take his crap, like kakucho level but wouldn’t “follow him into hell” 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾 (love all your post btw thanks for keeping this random alive)

Like someone who isn't afraid to talk back to him? Here are some!

Whenever someone sees you disagreeing with Izana or "talking back" they always expect him to react negatively and are surprised when he doesn't. 

He actually respects you a lot (especially because you've known each other for a very long time)

One of the few people he'll listen to and can make him stop when he's doing something bad.

Is a bit possessive over you still

He's very good at reading you, knows what kind of mood you're in just by looking at you.

Unfortunately you normally die in bad timelines though, Kisaki sees you as a threat and so always arranges something to take you out, using your death to push Izana further (similarly to getting rid of Emma to effect Mikey).

In the good timeline you work with him and is an important part of his work.

One of the few people he let's see him in more vulnerable moments (though he frequently pretends like those moments didn't just happen once they're over).

You're really close to Kakucho too (and will sometimes try to convince Izana to go easier on him).

Izana likes for you to be at fights (so you can watch) but tries to keep you out of the fight.

He absolutely loves venting to you about Mikey (esp in the good timeline)

And finally, occasionally he does get a bit upset/ pouty over you not agreeing with him but he can never stay annoyed at you for too long.

[pythonmoth]

heard you want requests so here I come! Probably angst to fluff Imagine a black/asian/caucasian or a minority reader that has self esteem lower than Nanami 6 feet deep. So imagine one of the 141 being accidentally racist... Like just for a few times and the reader goes radio silent with them (may or may not be during a mission) Imagine them realizing how fucked they are... a wee lil inspiration by Fuck Tha Police by N.W.A

cw: homophobia. brief mention of physical harm. xenophobia towards mexican reader. crude language. soap and gaz are bullies for like… a bit. (valid) anger issues. anxiety. fuck and find out. reader has low self-esteem and is hot-headed. reader downplays how badly they're treating him. military inaccuracies. brief simon riley x m!reader. brief gaz x soap at the end. happy ending promise.

very vague insinuation of sa by soap (will mark this w red) it makes reader snap at him.

Molotov

Like a ghost, you move around the base. Chin up and eyes bored.

Rent is expensive, and it’s not like you can catch a flight to your country and come back by monday, so your days off are spent at the base. Soldiers come and go, those who live in the same city anyway, so it’s you and a few others who have nothing to go back to for the weekend. Like your entire team.

You’re not too close to the team, mostly because they know you were forcefully transferred, but you know it’s because you always rejected their conversation attempts during the first weeks; really, nothing like being a self-imposed outcast. A hermit. At least they don't bother you much. They know why you’re here, why John took you in. The real reason. They won’t go stirring the hornet’s nest just because, but they can avoid you like the pest and snicker behind your back. It’s not like you’re proud of it, not really. It just happened, like everything else did.

Your nickname callsign surprised you at first. You thought it was because you got angry very easily, and didn’t hesitate to jump and smash your teammates’ heads against the floor, especially because it happened once or twice before. Burning just as fast as a molotov. Alas, not everybody gets their callsigns over something remotely cool, and you heard the real reason when you were taking a piss, your back to Gaz and Soap, who were just coming in.

“Spreads just as easily”.

It was easy to admit it made your lips curl up in amusement. 

They didn’t really go beyond putting some baked beans on your pillow, and those few-weeks old tacos under your bedsheets that got your room smelling awful for hours. Even when they suddenly started singing La Cucaracha, very lowly, whenever you walked near them was pretty much okay. You can handle that easily. Really, it’s mild compared to what your old mates did in México when they found out you were sleeping with your Captain. Most of the injuries healed, but some of the scars will forever be in your skin, reminding you of the reason why you’re here.

Back when the Captain —your lover then— found you, blood covering your face and uniform, skin nearly falling off your arms, but four men passed out around you and a fifth man pinned under your boot, he knew you couldn’t stay. He pulled on a hundred of favours, threatened the soldiers who hurt you, and kept on pushing until he managed to contact John Price, an old friend of his. John welcomed you in easily. And the team didn’t really mind it. You’re a good sniper, after all.

So really, having little, harmless pranks done to you isn’t so bad, and they even got you a cool callsign, even if their real reason was just homophobia. At least it wasn’t Arse Bandit or something worse. That one would be difficult to ignore.

You like the team, in a way. Ghost’s just as quiet as you are, mutual understanding of never bothering each other. Gaz’ very loud, just like Soap, but most of the time you can grin to yourself when the two of them are bickering or even making fun of you. Some of their “pranks” actually get to you, only sometimes, like when they purposely made you trip and fall face first into a bowl filled with baked beans, because of course they were beans, or the time when you woke up to a fake mustache super glued to your face. 

John had snapped at them that day, genuinely angry, but you had told him to drop it. You always did. And still do.

They all accepted you in, and if they hadn’t, you would’ve been kicked out already. It’s too easy to make you angry, so it wouldn’t have been too difficult to make you snap so they could make you quit, or worse. There’s just no way in hell you’ll ruin that for yourself by being weak.

“They’re just pranks, John. ‘S fine” you insist, not facing the team, only focused on John as you tug the beans off your hair. When Soap and Gaz snicker and walk away, you clear your throat, meeting Ghost’s eyes for a moment, before turning back to John. “I cannot have the Captain protecting my ass, you know that”.

“I don’t care if they think we—”

“But I do” you cut him off, waving a hand to dismiss the conversation. “I just want peace, really. It’ll grow old at some point. ‘S fine”.

It does not grow old.

Not the first two months.

Not the first six either.

The pranks become bigger, more complicated, more humiliating.

It’s not just your nationality, it’s not just your accent. It’s becoming about your entire identity, far beyond your appearance or even the fact that you like men.

You tried to hold it in, you really did. Insisting John that it’s okay. You've been closer to Simon lately. But, it made him protective. You caught Simon a few months ago in a heated discussion with Soap and Gaz, angrily telling them to stop it.

“But he says it’s okay. Besides, it’s just harmless fun!”

Until it wasn’t.

That night, you’re absolutely exhausted.

Rescuing frightened hostages when you’re wearing a scary gas mask, even if you’re also handing them out so they can fucking breathe, doesn’t really help. One of the teens was so scared, face a little bloody, that he ended up kicking your gun out of your hand. It had hit the ground too harshly, and it shoot on its own, the bullet barely missing another hostage’s leg, and it had been a fucking chaos.

You’re still jumpy, hands shaky, even hours later. John did scold you, giving you hell for not holding the gun properly, but he also reassured you, telling you that is wasn’t the first time, and probably not the last. They barely used the Sig P320, but it was an emergency.

“It was my fault for not telling you before hand. It was stressful, but it went well, and now you know you better hold your gun properly next time. Come on. Lets go eat”.

After dinner, it’s just worse. Your stomach is upset, and the food doesn’t help at all. It’s dry and disgusting and the tea is so watered down you wish you could bitch about it. But Simon’s already asleep and John is busy, so it only leaves Soap and Gaz. So you do the most intelligent thing, and go to your bed without talking to anybody.

Knowing you could’ve been the reason why a hostage got shot dead tonight makes you sick to your stomach. You were an entire mess the whole mission. Lagged behind, hands shaky, eye twitching and even the language seemed to leave your mind when you tried to calm the teen down, scaring him until he kicked out. It would’ve been fine, but the unintentional discharge was just… too much.

With your mind spinning, anxiety and self-hatred filling your lungs, you get up and walk to the common hall, needing some water. The sound of your bare feet against the floor barely reaches your ears, already used to moving mostly in silence. 

Two bottles of water later and a little bit more of shakiness added to your movements, you turn to go back to your room, freezing when you see Soap standing there. Gaz is nowhere to be seen, so you guess he’s also asleep.

“Tsk, tsk. Our dear golden boy. Mate, you really screwed up big time” he sighs, shaking his head. Your eye twitches a bit, but you take it. You deserve that, honestly. 

“I know. I’ve been a mess all day” you admit quietly, your nails digging into your palms. “I didn’t think—”

“Really, ask the Captain to dick you down already. You’ll end up getting someone killed”.

That makes your breath hitch, your vision tunneling on Soap. “What did you say?”

“I mean that you need to get boned. Besides, the Capt’n’s been on my ass lately. Maybe he needs it just as much as you do”. And then he’s laughing, crackling at his own comments. You made a mistake, nearly got someone killed, and he’s too busy, content with making you feel miserable.

“Like, who knows what your kind does when you’re not boned properly. We sleep here, you know, so—”

The bottle you’re holding falls from your grip. By the time it reaches the floor, bouncing once, twice, you’re already straddling Soap’s hips, your left fist connecting with his cheekbone, your right with his mouth, splitting his lip, breaking his nose with your left, and bruising his eye with your right again. 

Over, and over.

He doesn’t even have the time to react, grunting as he tries to overcome his shock, punching your sides hard, lifting his hips to make you fall off, but you can’t feel it. The implication in his words is making your blood boil with months of repressed anger, jaw set and eyes focused solely on Soap’s face.

It’s only when two arms pull you up, off of Soap, that you let your hands fall to your sides. You know those arms, so you don’t fight them. Simon’s holding you still, as you watch John help Soap up, practically carrying him to the clinic.

Good thing is: you finally feel better. On the other hand, this might mean you’ll be kicked out of this team.

Simon doesn’t question you. Doesn’t tell you it was wrong, and doesn’t tell you it was right. He just gets to work. You tell him, however. You tell him how you’ve been feeling, and you admit Soap’s implication, and why you punched you. The malicious comment. It makes him pause briefly, eye twitching behind the mask, but he doesn’t say anything.

He helps you wash your hands, checks on the bruises Soap managed to get on your stomach and your sides. At some point, when Simon’s holding your hand in his palm to make sure you didn’t break a finger punching Soap, Gaz comes back from the clinic, yelling and demanding your head on a spike for him.

Only then, does Simon speak up.

“Go ask him why he got punched”.

“What the fuck does that mean?” he demands, eyebrows furrowing. Simon doesn’t reply, so you don’t bother saying anything either.

Gaz doesn’t come back that night.

The next day, Soap is standing right behind Simon’s door first thing in the morning.

After the fight, Simon insisted you slept in his room. You really needed the comfort, so you didn’t hesitate. Honestly, it just makes you wish you had punched the man earlier.

When you look up at Soap, you see him flinch. He’s a huge mess. His face is clean but all bruised up. Split lip, black eye and purple cheeks, nose crooked. 

“That’s what I'd call an improvement. You back for more?”

Soap’s eyes shift from you to Simon, who’s coming behind you. You don’t look away from Soap, however, lips pursed.

“No, mate. Hold on” he huffs, wincing when he speaks. It’s obvious his mouth is swollen in the inside as well.

Good.

“I came to apologize. I’ve been an arse since you got here” Soap starts, rubbing the back of his neck, eyes firm on you once again. “I didn’t dimension the bloody things I said, and did, to you, and I regret it. Now, I’m not a stupid and you obviously don’t have to forgive my arse or anything, but I can promise you I’ll stop and it won’t happen again. What I said last night was disgusting and…”

“Go on”. Simon places a hand on your waist. You can feel the anger behind that tone, and it genuinely feels comforting.

“And I was a dickhead. A bloody idiot who very much deserved to be punched like that” he grunts, looking down, embarrassed.

Simon makes no comment. He knows you’re the only one who says if that apology is enough, so he only let’s go of your waist, fingers lingering for a moment.

Honestly, you never really minded, up until yesterday. It had been an awful day and his stupid comment was just too much. You don’t want to make him feel that good, however, so you cross your arms, in silence. Soap’s eyes widen, his shoulders slumping.

“Wait, I mean it! I’m not expecting us to suddenly become mates, but what I mean is… I’m sorry. I’ll even stop calling you Molotov, promise”.

That makes your face crack just a bit.

With a deep sigh, you hold your hand out. Soap doesn’t hesitate to shake it, eyes twinkling.

“Next time I’m cutting off your balls”.

“Wha— fine. Fine. Okay, fair”.

An hour later when you see Gaz, he doesn’t say much, apologizing and holding out his hand, face embarrassed. You shake it, only giving him a nod.

John is pleased, nodding in your direction. You can read the pride in his eyes when he looks at you.

After that, Soap doesn’t become overly protective, but he’s a little too eager to learn about you, your country, and then, the question. 

Soon enough, you catch him making out with Gaz.

You don’t mention that to anybody, even to Simon.

It’s more than enough when you see them holding hands, shoulders relaxed. Simon’s lips twitch behind the mask, but nobody says anything, just like they didn’t say anything about you and Simon.

It’s not half bad to stay at the base after that.

im SO sorry soap lovers. it had to be him 😔🙏🏻 he's all good I promise. that was his internalized homophobia

the comment about nanami was sooo unnecessary /lh i giggled

[xoxoyedam]

hii !! do you also write for sweet home ?? if you do can you write some fluff with eun hyuk ??

confessions | sweet home eun hyuk

synopsis: a small piece on your relationship with eun hyuk, lee eun hyuk x gn!reader

warnings: not proofread, probably a lot of errors

word count: 1.5k

a/n: Super busy, about to graduate college so I don't have much free time. Here is something small.

before the apocalypse

The silence was so deafening, awkwardness filled the air. Everyone in the lecture hall stared as your crush, Lee Eun Hyuk, turned down another student. It was especially awkward as the person sitting next to him to experience this. You could only watch as her face dropped. She pouted at his response, setting down the box of chocolates before running out in embarrassment.

Thankfully for her, class had already ended and everyone was starting to file out, moving on to the next thing. Their next lecture, or the next topic. People tended to move on quickly.

"Do you want them?" The question caught you off guard. Or rather, the person who was asking you caught you off guard. Eun Hyuk pushed the box of chocolates towards you before zipping his book bag shut and putting it over his shoulder.

He had never spoken to you before this very moment. The only times you remember interacting with him were passing papers down the row or setting a pen down in front of him when he was struggling to find one. Even then, those interactions were just noises of appreciation or acknowledgment.

You weren't sure how to reply. "If you don't want them I'll just have to throw them away."

"Oh. Umm, sure. Thank you." You take the box and pack up your things to leave as well. Eun Hyuk had already left, but you were sure you would see him in a few hours in the library as usual. Before you leave, however, you find yourself accidentally stepping on something. You look down to find a pencil case. You had seen it before, it belonged to Eun Hyuk.

Now, you had an excuse to talk to him in the library instead of admiring from afar as usual.

You continued about your day as normal but you were looking forward to your time in the library. As you excepted, Eun Hyuk was already sitting in his usual seat. He has his head buried in a textbook, not even realizing when you stepped up to his table.

You build up the courage and pull out the chair in front of him. It is then that he looks up. His expression is blank, and you suddenly feel the need to justify your existence in the library.

"You left your pencil case in the lecture hall this morning." You say quickly, pulling it out of your book bag.

"Thank you." He said, reaching out to take it from you still with a blank expression. "I was hoping I would find it soon. I wasn't able to take notes in my last lecture."

"Well, I also wanted to thank you for the chocolates. They were very sweet."

"Well, they're chocolates." He replied.

You weren't sure how to reply. "I still wanted to say thank you." You paused and took a few deep breaths, trying to work up the courage to ask the next question.

"Are you okay?" You look back up from your concentration to see him-- concern adorning his face as he searches yours for a sign of something.

"Yeah, sorry."

"Well, you didn't sound okay." He continues, his voice sounding genuine worry. "You can tell me anything that's happening to you if you feel bad. I'm a medical student, I can help."

You're surprised by his concern. "Yeah, I will. Thank you. But I was just working up the courage to ask you if I could study here, with you. I always see you here at the same hours as me. So..." You're not sure how to continue.

"Yeah, I've seen you. You sit over in that corner." He points to your usual spot. You nod. "Sure, I don't see why not. You're nice-- you've helped me with my pens more than once."

Wow, he remembered that.

As the weeks passed, you and Eun Hyuk started to get closer. You would talk during and after class and continue your conversations during your study time in the library. You eventually called each other friends, could be seen doing everything together around campus. Your newfound friendship exposed you to a different side of Eun Hyuk. A caring, beautiful, human side the complete opposite of his cold and blank exterior.

You never worked up the courage to tell him your true feelings before he had to drop out to financially support his sister. However, you made sure to stay in contact and would usually visit him and his sister, Eun yu, weekly. You gave him your notes and kept him updated about the things happening in school in hopes that he would be able to come back and accomplish his dream some day.

during the apocalypse

You had been stuck in Eun Hyuk's apartment building for a few days. In the past few days you had witnessed hell. People were dying left and right, the monsters outside killed everyone in sight. There was no way for anyone to leave.

You had been visiting Eun Hyuk the day before the beginning and were set to leave in the morning with him, only to find yourselves locked in. You had already seen him almost be dragged out and killed by a monster.

There was no way to contact anyone outside. Everyone was scared, unsure of their futures. Somehow, Eun Hyuk had been assigned as the natural leader of the building.

Although this position seemed to suit him, knowing that his relationship with his sister was already rough you were sure being away would only make it worse. So you made it your mission talk to both of them daily, keep them updated on each other, and reassure them that the other cared deeply about them. It was exhausting, but you made sure to do it for them. Because you cared about them. They were the most important thing to you now.

One day, you are finally able to relax with Eun Hyuk in the security room. He is sitting, watching the cameras, something he had been doing for a while, when you walked in with food.

"You should take a break," You stated, setting his ration onto the table before him.

"I will later." He responded, although he pulled the food closer. "Thank you."

You sit down on the couch near the wall. "Eun Hyuk?"

He turned around when you said his name. "Don't you miss anything? You know, like. Music. Trees?"

"Why are you asking me this?"

"Do you remember what you told me the day we first started talking?"

He shrugs and pull fully pulls his attention from the screens to you.

"You said I could tell you anything because you were a medical student. You said you could help me." He stands up and makes his way toward you, sitting next to you on the couch.

He is concerned, "Why? Are you feeling sick?" He looks at your face, searching for some sign of discomfort.

"No. That's not it. I just-- I miss those times, you know?" He nods, but continues searching for signs of discomfort.

"Back then. That day. You got a confession from someone."

He tilts his head, "I did?"

"Yeah, you don't remember that?" He stays silent for a few minutes, thinking.

"I think so. I'm pretty sure I rejected her. The girl with the chocolate box." You nod. "Well, what about that?"

"Back then, we had the freedom to reject and explore as we pleased. Not anymore. You know, I regret not telling you something before this whole thing happened.

He's confused, but you sit up straight, taking a few deep breaths. You weren't sure if you should continue. You were so close to him now, although you still harbored those romantic feelings for him. They only grew starting that day. But now, you were stuck in this apartment building with him. You were friends, and he was the leader.

"You're doing it again." He continues, putting his hand up to your forehead to try to check your temperature.

"What?"

"The same rapid breathing thing you did that day. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah. I just-- I just have something to confess to you."

"Alright?"

"I like you. Like, I love you. And I've been feeling this way for a while." He is taken aback, but not doesn't seem mad or disappointed. You're confused. Scared.

However, you are relieved when he suddenly presses his lips onto yours. It's brief-- only a small peck. But it means everything to you. "I feel the same way about you."

"Oh?--"

"I'm not sure when it happened," He confessed, "But I like you, too." You smiled and pulled him closer, pressing your lips onto his.

"I know it probably isn't the best time to do this," He continues, "But do you want to be my girlfriend?"

"That would be amazing. Absolutely, yes." You answered with enthusiasm.

It would not be for long, but the both of you stayed there, in that room, wrapped in each other's arms. You guys talked about everything and anything. You remembered both the good and bad times. No matter what would happen next, this was one of the best days the both of you had just had the best day in a while.

[nursegracecreates]

Summer Nights With Toby

Toby is a man of simple pleasures

He hates being cooped up inside

But the heat that summer brings makes it so he feels like he's crawling out of his skin

Definitely "I have a fun idea babe maybe just stay inside" type of SO

He's gonna drag you out into the woods

To swimming holes that require a hike and GPS coordinates to locate.

Toby has a few different jobs to support his life outside of being a proxy

The biggest one in spring and summer being: lumberjack ( @crushedsweets original hc)

Meaning he knows the woods of the surrounding area like the back of his hand

So one Friday evening when you both get home from work

Toby suggests the two of you going on a date night

Especially if the two of you are living together

He feels dates are important to keep the two of you from feeling like roommates

He refuses to tell you where the two of you are going

Just tells you "it's a surprise" intermittently as he drives his beater car through back roads that give you no hints

Toby's car is definitely a hybrid, a 96/97/98/2000 Toyota Corolla, in primer gray

His plans become apparent when you see the gleaming and twinkling lights of the boardwalk that's in a nearby town on a huge lake

His eyes light up as you two hit the boards, taking in all the booths, rides and lights

He wins you a few prizes, his superior aim and throwing skills coming in handy with the rigged carnival games

The booth vendors are pissed and Toby knows it, smiling widely as they begrudgingly hand over whatever prize you've picked out

As the two of you are walking along, Toby's attention is grabbed by a small one story shack

There aren't any signs or lights, nothing to denote what's in there

But he pulls you straight to it

Pushing through the door, Toby lets out an excited "I knew it!"

Inside the small building is a little casino, smelling of corn dogs, cigarettes, and oil

Not much, just a roulette table, a few slot machines, and some tables with some grumpy looking old men hunched over cards

But immediately Toby is regaling you with stories of how Millie (Lyra) used to take him to this shop when he would walk to meet her after school

The shop was very much like this one:

Penny slots

Low stakes poker

Penny bet roulette where you have to get the attendant to come spin and drop the ball

"Millie would say it was important for me to l-learn to let go. To puh-place my bet and see the outcome through, n-no matter what the result was."

"We'd s-save up our change from all during the week and stop by every Friday. M-Millie was always good at the machines, more patient."

Toby guides you over to a slot machine and puts a penny into the coin slot, pulling the arm almost simultaneously

Of course, it's not a winner

But Toby explains that's the point of it

After a few more pulls, the machine produces a token for $20

Toby cashes the token in, pocketing $15 and taking $5 over to the poker tables

The men silently make room for him at the table, shoving over until there was enough room for the chair one of the men pulled over from against the wall

Toby joins them after a new games starts, intently studying his cards as they're dealt to him.

In short order, Toby wipes the table with the other men and has a sizeable pile of tokens, which he cashes in after folding three games later

It seems Toby has a head for numbers and has been counting the cards, toying with the other men to get them to raise their bets

After cashing in those tokens, Toby asks if you're ready to explore some more, maybe grab a bite to eat

For someone who started this date near broke, Toby won enough money for a good, greasy meal for two, a few rides, and gas for his car

Thankfully the night is mild, the water has cooled the air off from the days heat

So you and Toby are unrushed as you stroll past the food trucks, deciding on a meal

You get an order for two of your favorite. Toby is like a garbage disposal, not picky at all.

But he talks with you and keeps you smiling as you eat your food, listening to stories from your work week, and sharing the shenanigans that have been happening at camp with his co workers.

Next are the rides

There aren't any crazy ones, this is only a lakeside carnival

But you two go on the tilt-a-whirl, the fun house, and the tunnel of love

Toby really turns on the romance when in the tunnel of love

Holding you close and whispering sweet nothings in your ear

It's very nice and sweet, a break from the extremes of Toby's personality

Toby follows this up by ushering you directly to the Ferris wheel, secretively chatting with the operator before your gondola comes around

Taking your seats, Toby makes sure you're once again safely buckled in

And then with a scooping motion, you and Toby start slowly rising into the air

The lights from the carnival twinkle all around you as Toby once again pulls you close, snugging you in against his chest and under his arm

As your gondola reaches the top, the Ferris wheel stops, rocking gently with slow momentum for a few moments after.

You're distracted by Toby instead though. He looks so nice in the moonlight, a content half grin curling his scarred lips as he toys with your hair while looking out expectantly into the night

With a POP!CRACKLE a violet explosion in the sky

A firework show?

Toby looks pleased and you can tell he's pulled some strings somewhere

"Darry from work" he replies to your questioning look

And then pulls you in for a kiss

After a few moments of this, Toby pulls away, but only slightly, resting his forehead on yours

"Best night e-ever"

[vevobly]

Being Natalie Scatorccio Girlfriend Headcanons (Pre-Crash) [Part 1]

A/N: This is technically my first headcanons post. But I ended up posting Jackie's first then Misty's, so yeah! Heads up for sensitive topics such as addiction, smoking, and implied/referenced terrible home.

Since Nat comes from a rough home life and doesn't exactly have the best reputation at school, your relationship is probably being kept on the down low. It's not because Nat might be ashamed of you or anything like that; she just doesn't want to drag you down with her. She already gets a lot of unwanted attention and judgment from others. She doesn't want more—especially if it affects you too.

She isn't big on public displays of affection. But you CAN catch her giving you these small, meaningful gestures! A light touch on the arm, a passing glance, or, if you smoke, she'll quietly give you a cigarette when no one's looking.

Nat doesn't open up easily. But with you? As cheesy as it might be, it's different. You're one of the very few people she can be vulnerable with when life decides to shit on her. She doesn't tell you everything, but it's fine. You understand, and you aren't going to push her to do so (unless something warrants it).

She'll call you up late at night just to talk about whatever. Sometimes she crashes at your place to avoid the bullshit she deals with at home, sleeping more soundly in your bed than anywhere else. When you bring that up, she'll either respond with something witty or sappy. And you? You'll like whatever she chooses to tell you instead of the other.

Dating Nat means late night drives in her beat up car with no clear destination! She loves going where the road takes you two, and you're always down to ride shotgun with her.

With this in mind, you two occasionally sneak off to places that are abandoned. Why? For privacy and peace, of course! Oh, and because those locations usually have great views. You can bet your ass that Nat has taken you to loads of romantic places (though she would argue that they're plain) already, talking about how shitty Wiskayok is and how you guys could escape it one day together. Neither of you are sure of anything, but it is nice to dream about, right?

Nat is VERY loyal to you. She might not say it, but she shows it by defending you in her own subtle (some of the yellowjackets would disagree with that—I think you already know who) way when people at school talk behind your back.

Of course, being Nat's girlfriend grants you the special privilege of seeing a side of her that others don't. Which is her being surprisingly sweet when it's just the two of you. She’ll let you pick the music when she's driving (even if she grumbles about your taste) and surprise you with small gifts like mixtapes or a pack of your favorite candy.

Nat's not the most affectionate, but when she is, she turns into this huge sap. Point that one out and she'll deny it vehemently. Either rolling her eyes or crossing her arms to her chest before insisting you're the one being a massive sap. Touché, you'll tell her, and then she'll start laughing; saying you're her sap.

Being together with Nat means you've got to deal with rumors about her at school from time to time. You hate it but what can you do? People will talk whatever about her whenever. While it certainly made you pissed that people do that to her, you've learned to just ignore what they say about her. You know her. You know Nat. And she is way different from how people see her. While she appreciates you defending her, she doesn't need you to. She's not a charit

When things get bad, she'll seek you out. Sometimes she'll show up at your door in the middle of the night, simply saying "I needed to see you." and you'll let her stay. Your place is always welcome for her.

Believe it or not, you're the first person Natalie tells about her frustations (usually the team or her dad). Annnnd, even though she might try to brush off her feelings; you know how to read her and help her without pushing too hard. Still, it makes her feel like a damn--

You know about her addiction. And while you always make sure she's okay, that just isn't enough. So you give her space, let her know that you will be there for her no matter what (but will you though? your relationship is just a faulty boat that's been leaking from the very start. No matter how many times you try to bail the water out, it will sink. It was just destined to). You'll always love her. You'll always love Natalie.

When she's spiraling, you'll be the one to bring her back. Nothing big has to be done, neither of you guys could care about those. Just a quiet word, a reassuring look, or being there is enough. She loves you, she really does. But how the fuck do you love her? She's a mess, and being with her brings you absolutely nothing. why. Why. WHy. WHY. WHY DO YOU LOVE HER OF AL--

If you smoke: Nat loves sharing cigarettes with you. It's almost like a ritual. You or Natalie light one up, pass it back and forth with each other while talking. You'll both sneak out sometimes during school breaks, find a secluded spot to talk and smoke freely there from everyone else.

If you don't smoke: it'll still happen. The difference is that Nat will just be the only one smoking while you'll just watch her take a drag maybe and talk with her. It's a bummer you don't smoke but Nat will take whatever company you can give her whenever.

[lunaralight09]

Hey! based on the recent 096 thing,, what if you were immortal/immune to abnormal affects/effects? How would SCPs (such as 096, 106, 173, 049, and 035) react?

035

They both like and hate it. I mean if something happens to the host when they're near you, you'll just straight up put them on your face which WILL(probably) result to your death. And they do not want that to happen. And the bad thing... they can't read your mind properly(I mean they're probably interested and invested about what's happening in others life. It's the only good entertainment they can get in here).

Other than that, it's going to just adore you and your immunity to it. Like there weren't anyone who could look at it and not fall for their charm(manipulations), but look at you. Standing there alive and it's not even mad at you! Because it cares about you.

049

Oh it's not really a surprise to him, since there were and are some people that aren't afflicted with the pestilence(aren't dead from his touch). And he doesn't even need to lecture his cured patients about hurting you. They are always so docile with you, not getting rowdy. How convenient.

Before anything he does NOT want you to interact with many people(at all), since... what if they infect you? He won't like to see that, knowing that you're suffering from that wretched disease. But he can't exactly make you stay with him forever. He will hint and/or outright say that you need to stay away from certain people, however it's you decision to listen or not listen. You can make your own decisions. Even if that makes Doctor uncomfortable... with those 'intrusive' thoughts.

096

They are the calmest they have been in their entire existence, while someone looks at their face that is. And that does bring them some sort of comfort knowing that YOU of all creatures aren't going to die from their hands(unless some sort of accident happenS- WHO SAID THAT). The hands that killed too many.

And from those thoughts, the clinging begins. Knowing that you're 100% safe from being mutilated and turned into chunks of meat, they would want to spend a bit more time with you. Following, sitting or laying near you, anything. They are going to love it. The idea of listening to your heartbeat as a comfort thing is perfect for them. Whether they lay on you or you lay or rest on them(just don't forget to breathe).

106

Well That's not interesting(for him). His sadistic side fucking hates it. On one hand he can just grab you and squeeze your neck until you stop moving. But on other hand he (likes)tolerates you enough to not do it. Even if everything in his body tells him to fucking do it. Watch as your little life is slowly taken away from your desperate hands.

He'll more often than not will mostly ignore your presence. Especially if in a room/hallway there's a person(really hurt, showing it or 10-25 year old) and YOU, he'll always choose to go after the first option. And there's a possibility that he bumps into you, it's probably not intentional(i mean do you expect this corpse to walk straight and not bump and hit into things/people?)

173

(173 doesn't really have anomalous effects somewhat similar to other 4. But the best i can go is this):

Having 173 practically ignoring your existence and still moving while you look is.. good? Well for you, that is. You can't help anyone else, it's just a cold lie that you can look while they try to get away or clean the cell.

If you want to know it's thoughts about it. Well I mean it's not often that it has any thoughts(Literally head empty). Thoughts that usually appear are how it's next target's face going to look like as they're getting closer and closer. Oh and how their 'resting' face is going to look like.

Going back to your immunity, it knows, kinda acknowledge your existence in it's own weird way. Like it won't push you and just go a different path if you're blocking- let's say a door way. Or if you want to help some poor soul from dying, by just standing in the corner and that person being behind you. And surprise, surprise 173 looses it's interest entirely. How thoughtful of it.