#I was gonna do something else with this but it fell through so I just kinda messed around until I made something neat with it

[robertsfloyd]

dove

it was so wrong. he was your boss. but he was so hot. he was so sweet. he was everything you wanted and more.

mechanic!danny x reader

cw: smut, oral (Danny's nose 😵‍💫), p in v

You watched him from your desk, lip pulled between your teeth. it was unfair how perfect he looked as he worked on cars, sweaty and greasy.

he wasn't the only person in the garage, wasn't the only person looking good while sweaty and covered in grease. but he was the only one you were looking at.

his tattoos looked so pretty, even obscured by grease. you wanted to lick it off, reveal the skin beneath.

Daniel looked up, catching your gaze through the window between you. he sat back on his knees and pushed his hair back from his forehead. "You need something, dove?" you heard him call through the open office door.

shaking your head, you returned to your computer, keys clicking as you typed away. when you looked at your document, it was a jumble of letters.

you quickly backspaced before anybody could walk behind you, see what you were doing.

even as you tried to do your work, tried to fill out invoices and answer emails, your eyes kept moving back to daniel. even when he was hidden from view, just his legs sticking out from beneath the car, you kept looking at him.

it was a miracle nobody caught you watching him.

until they did.

"what're you doing?" max asked as he moved behind your desk, holding the back of your chair.

your eyes quickly moved back to your computer screen, away from daniel. "nothing," you said quickly. too quickly.

max hummed. shit, he didn't believe you. why didn't he believe you? you weren't being that obvious, were you?

"sure, sure," he mumbled and messed up your hair. he leaned in close and you held your breath. "he goes for lunch in ten minutes," he said and left you to it.

your head turned towards max as he walked out of the office. he whistled as he walked into the garage, catching daniels attention. daniel looked up at max, but you couldn't hear what they were saying to each other.

but then daniel looked at you.

your cheeks were hot as you looked away from him, returned your attention back to your computer.

ten minutes later, daniel walked into the office. "hey, dove," he said as he walked past you, his smile so bright and pretty. that was the smile he gave everybody.

he walked past you, into the little kitchen area you had them kit out when you first got there. it wasn't much, a table that could only fit three people, a small fridge, a kettle and a sink. a few cups were stacked up, your wizard frog mug, maxs mug covered in flags, and Daniels 'I fix cars' mug.

he strode over to the fridge you had decorated in magnets and pulled it open. grabbing his sandwich, he closed the fridge and walked out of the kitchen.

daniel strode past you. his hand met the top of your head, ruffling your hair as he passed. it wasn't like when Max did it. instead of batting his hand away, you wanted more.

***

"what've we got today, dove?"

daniel's hand was on the back of your chair. you glanced up at him before turning your attention back to your computer.

max joined you. like daniel, his hand fell onto the back of your chair. as soon as it did, daniel let his hand migrate to your shoulder.

your breath caught in your throat.

"we have that dented skoda coming in this morning and then that sweet old couple coming in to pick up their kia this afternoon." your voice squeezed, and it was so damn embarrassing.

you listed off everything else going on for the day. the deliveries set to arrive, the people coming in. all the while, daniel kept his hand on your shoulder.

"right," max said as he moved away from you. he jumped his bag in the corner of the office and strode into the main garage.

daniel squeezed your shoulder. "thank you, dove," he mumbled and grinned at you.

shit, you loved his grin.

"we're gonna order lunch today, you in?" he asked and you nodded your head.

you loved it when you ordered in. you, daniel and max sat around that tiny table, trying not to knock your knees together as music played from daniels phone.

he hung his jacket up by the door and got to work.

you watched him. he had to know he was this pretty, right? he couldn't be in the dark about it, could he?

when he caught your eye, he grinned, but you looked away.

he happened several times throughout the morning. you meeting his eye, him grinning at you. when he winked, you could have slipped from your chair, melted into a puddle on the floor.

lunch. you ordered in, three of you getting the same thing each time. you squeezed around the tiny table, daniel between you and max. you had longsince given up trying to stop your knees from touching, and instead relaxed.

daniels hand touched your leg. your eyes went wide and you glanced at him. but he was still happily eating, as if his fingers weren't on your thigh.

fuck, you liked it.

once you had all finished, daniel threw away the rubbish. he and max returned to the garage. you sat there for a minute, breath shuddering.

daniels hand on your thigh. it wasn't much, but it was something. and it was something you loved.

he was your boss, you shouldn't love it. but you did, and you wanted more.

you returned to your desk and checked through the emails. you got the paperwork ready for when the sweet old couple came to pick up their kia.

the afternoon went by normally. daniel stared at you, you stared at him.

eventually, max went home. he was always first home. last person to arrive, first person to leave. but he was good at his job, so you and daniel didn't mind.

that left you and daniel on your own.

he used a rag to wipe the grease from his hands and walked into the office.

"hey, dove," he said as he dropped the dirty rag on top of the filing cabinet.

you spun in your chair, facing him. swallowing, you looked at him, unashamed in the way you drank him in. you wanted to touch him, wanted to touch his tattoos.

he stepped closer to you, loomed over you. his hand met the top of your chair and you sank down, getting a better look at him.

"I know you've been looking at me, dove," he said, stepping between your legs. "I know how you feel about me."

you swallowed.

his hand touched your cheek, thumb moved across your cheekbone. you caught his wrist, holding him there as you looked up at him. unable to say anything.

"c'mon, dove. tell me what's going through your head."

your breath shook, brain short circuiting. "I-" your lips quivered. "I want you."

he leaned in and kissed you. your head hit the seat beside you, hand moving from his wrist to hold his neck.

he let go of your chair and held your hips. never breaking the kiss, he got down onto his knees and pulled you closer, so you were leaning over him.

"fuck, I've wanted to do that for so long," he grunted as he pulled away, hands squeezing your hips.

he quickly returned his lips to your skin, kissing down your neck, towards your shirt. you whined as you tugged at his hair, legs wrapping around him.

"dove," he whimpered, your legs squeezing him.

"danny," you said through a gasp, pulling at his shirt. he pulled away from your enough to take his shirt off, revealing more of him to you. more of his skin. more of his tattoos.

you didn't hesitate to touch him, to let your fingers roam his skin. you touched all of him, whatever you could get your hands on.

you didn't stop him as he popped the buttons on your blouse. "c'mon dove," he whispered. you moved your arms away from him, letting him pulled your blouse from your body.

he pulled your tights from your legs.

his hands were immediately on your thighs. "danny," you whispered as his lips touched your thigh, teeth sinking into your flesh. not enough to hurt, but enough for you to feel it.

you loved it.

he suddenly licked a stripe up your under. a gasp left your lips, his nose bumped against your clothed clit, and you released a moan.

"can I take these off, dove?"

you nodded your head desperately, fingers finding their way to his hair. "please," you cried, desperate for more of him. more of his touch.

he pulled your underwear down your legs. immediately, he dove in, tongue moving through your folds as he nose bumped your clit.

that fucking nose. it had been the subject of many of your dreams. dreams of sitting on his face and riding his nose until you came, until his tongue moved through you to clean you up.

but that wasn't a job for this evening. that could come later.

"fuck, dove," he grunted and the sound went through you. he gripped you, pulled you to the edge of your chair to utterly devour you.

you gripped his hair, wrapped your legs around him. he hummed and you cried out. fuck, you never wanted it to end.

daniel freed himself from your grip. "I want to fuck you, dove," he whispered, hands reaching up to push your hair away from your face.

taking a brave step, you stood from your seat. leaning over the desk, you pulled up your skirt.

daniel stood up straight. he swallowed, his mouth dry as he touched you, ran his fingers through your wet folds. if he kept that up, you'd cum in no time.

the blunt head of his cock tapped your clit. you whimpered, your eyes squeezing shut. his thumb rubbed over your hip as he pushed inside of you.

you heard his belt clink, heard his zipper go down. "I've wanted this for so long, dove," he whispered.

but, nothing. "one second, dove," he whispered. he pulled a condom from his wallet and rolled it onto his cock. "there."

"danny," you cried, not quite sounding like a moan.

"I've got you, dove," he whispered, leaning over you to press a kiss to your shoulder.

you tipped your head back, desperate to kiss him. "You can move," you whispered, eyes still shut.

daniel moved, slowly at first. his cock split you open, sure, but he was still gentle. still stroking over your hip, still leaning over you to kiss your shoulder.

he held you as he fucked you, desk rocking beneath you. you held onto the edge of it, anything to ground yourself. "my good dove," he whispered through a grunt, hand travelling to your hair.

he tugged on it. a moan left your lips as you threw your head back, responding to his tugs.

fuck, you were squeezing him so tight, clenching down around him like you wanted to milk him dry.

he moaned your name, his own head thrown back. he gripped your hips, letting go of your hair, he pulled you towards him to meet his thrusts. "fuck, fuck, fuck," you moaned out, grip falling from the desk. "danny, danny danny!"

it was building, sudden and fast. Daniel kept with what he was doing. he kept up his pace, the intensity of his thrusts. anything you feel you cum around him.

and you did. your legs shook as you came, crying out. "Holy fuck," Daniel whispered, his pace slowing.

he was so damn close, ready to spill inside of his condom. you squeezed him tighter, walls clamping down around him until he came inside of his condom.

he pulled out, rolled off the condom and shoved himself back inside of his pants. grabbing you, he sat in your chair and pulled you onto his lap.

you kissed him immediately, hands on his shoulders. "that was-"

"Incredible, I know," daniel answered for you.

you nodded, forehead against his. "next time, can we make sure the garage door is shut?"

daniels eyes went wide as he looked towards the garage door. sure enough, it was open. "fuck," he hissed, his grip growing tighter on you.

fuck indeed

[mintyys-blog]

VICTORIAS SECRET— steve rogers

WARNINGS: smut

Steve Rogers was used to surprises. Time travel? Sure. Aliens? No problem. But the one thing he never saw coming was his girlfriend keeping a secret this big.

You had been dating for a few months now, and while Steve was perceptive, he was also a gentleman—meaning he never pried too much into your career. You had told him you worked in fashion, and he had taken it at face value, picturing you behind the scenes: maybe as a stylist or a designer. Never once had he imagined you were the one on the runway.

So when you invited him to your latest fashion event, he accepted with a smile, completely unaware of what was in store.

“Just a little show,” you had said nonchalantly. “It would mean a lot if you came.”

Of course, he had agreed instantly. Supporting you was a given.

That’s how Steve Rogers—former Captain America, super soldier, Brooklyn’s own—found himself sitting front row at a Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show, surrounded by flashing cameras, celebrities, and a sea of impossibly gorgeous women strutting down the catwalk in delicate lace and silk.

To say he was stunned would be an understatement.

His blue eyes widened as the realization hit him like a freight train. You were a model. And not just any model—a Victoria’s Secret Angel.

A hush fell over the crowd as the lights dimmed for the next set. Music pulsed through the venue, and suddenly, there you were.

Steve swore his heart stopped.

Dressed in a sultry, lace ensemble, your wings framing you like something ethereal, you walked with effortless grace. Confidence radiated off you, your expression poised yet alluring.

And then—your eyes locked onto his.

Steve felt his throat go dry. He was certain his ears were burning, but he couldn’t look away. The little smirk playing on your lips told him everything.

You knew exactly what you were doing.

As you reached the edge of the runway, you gave him the briefest wink before pivoting and walking back, leaving him reeling.

Bucky, who had somehow ended up in the seat beside him, leaned in with an amused chuckle. “You good, pal? You look like you just walked into battle without a shield.”

Steve blinked, exhaling sharply as he raked a hand through his hair. “She—she never told me.”

“That she’s a model?”

“That she’s this kind of model.” His voice was hoarse, filled with a mix of awe, admiration, and something else entirely.

Bucky smirked, patting his shoulder. “Well, Rogers, looks like you��ve been dating an Angel and didn’t even know it.”

Steve barely heard him. His focus was entirely on you.

And the second this show was over—he and you were going to have a very interesting conversation.

The second the show ended, Steve was already on his feet.

He maneuvered through the crowd with practiced ease, ignoring the lingering flashes of cameras and the murmurs of models and celebrities. He had only one thing on his mind—you.

Backstage was a whirlwind of chaos. Makeup artists, designers, and models fluttered about in silk robes, celebrating the success of the night. But the moment you spotted Steve, standing rigid with those piercing blue eyes locked onto you, a thrill shot down your spine.

You had expected surprise. You had even expected mild disbelief. But what you hadn’t expected was this particular look—half awe, half something darker.

“Steve,” you greeted smoothly, pulling the tie of your robe a little tighter. “Enjoy the show?”

He exhaled sharply, running a hand down his face. “That depends. Are we gonna talk about the fact that my girlfriend is a Victoria’s Secret Angel, and I had no damn clue?”

You chuckled, stepping closer. “I don’t know, Rogers. You handled finding out about aliens and time travel just fine. But this?” You gestured down at yourself. “This one got you, huh?”

His jaw tightened, and you swore you saw his Adam’s apple bob as his gaze flickered down, just for a second. “You could’ve told me.”

“Would you have come if I had?”

Steve hesitated. You had him there.

“You always thought I worked in fashion,” you continued, tilting your head. “I just never corrected you.”

His arms crossed over his broad chest, his stance unwavering. “That’s called lying by omission, sweetheart.”

You grinned, stepping even closer until you were toe-to-toe with him. The backstage chaos faded into white noise as the tension crackled between you.

“You mad?” you murmured, trailing a finger down the buttons of his shirt.

His breath hitched.

“No,” he admitted, voice rough. “Just—” He exhaled, his large hands landing firmly on your waist, fingers pressing into the soft silk of your robe. “Jesus, doll. You nearly gave me a heart attack out there.”

You smirked, looping your arms around his neck. “I think you handled it just fine. Although…” Your lips brushed the shell of his ear as you whispered, “You should’ve seen your face when I winked at you.”

Steve groaned, his grip on you tightening. “You did that on purpose.”

“Of course I did.”

His fingers skimmed your lower back, pulling you just a fraction closer. His voice dropped to something that sent heat straight to your core. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

“Maybe.” You brushed a slow kiss to his jaw. “But so are you.”

His sharp inhale told you all you needed to know.

Bucky’s voice suddenly cut through the haze. “Alright, lovebirds. Get a room. Preferably not this one, because half of New York is watching.”

You laughed softly against Steve’s skin, but he just turned, leveling Bucky with a glare. “You got somewhere else to be, Barnes?”

Bucky smirked. “Nah, I think I’ll stick around. Watching Cap get flustered is gold.”

Steve sighed, turning back to you. “We’re leaving.”

His fingers laced with yours, firm and possessive, as he all but guided you toward the exit.

As you followed, you leaned in, voice sultry and teasing. “And where exactly are we going, Captain?”

Steve’s smirk was slow, his voice laced with promise. “Home. Where you and I are really gonna talk about this.”

Your stomach flipped at the look in his eyes.

Maybe—just maybe—keeping this little secret had been entirely worth it.

The car ride home was charged.

Steve hadn’t said much since pulling you out of the venue. He sat beside you in the backseat, one arm slung casually over the seat, the other resting on his thigh. But there was nothing casual about the way his fingers tapped against his knee or the way his jaw remained clenched, as if he were forcing himself to keep his thoughts in check.

You, on the other hand, were thriving on the tension.

With a playful smirk, you turned to him. “You’ve been quiet.”

Steve flicked his eyes toward you. “Just thinking.”

“About?”

His fingers twitched. “About how my girlfriend walked in front of a few million people in nothing but lace and a pair of wings—without telling me first.”

You bit back a grin. “Ah. That.”

“Yes. That.”

You tilted your head. “Let me guess—you didn’t like it?”

His blue eyes darkened. “That’s not the problem.”

Your pulse jumped.

Steve sighed, running a hand through his hair before finally looking at you fully. “You’re… you. Of course, you looked incredible. That’s not what got me.”

You arched a brow. “Then what did?”

He leaned in, his voice low. “Every single guy in that room was looking at you like that.”

Your smirk grew. “That?”

His jaw ticked. “Like they wanted you.”

You hummed, tilting your body slightly toward him. “But they don’t have me.”

Steve’s nostrils flared.

The car slowed as the driver pulled up to your apartment. Steve was out first, rounding the car before you even reached for the handle. He opened the door for you, his hand immediately settling against the small of your back as he guided you toward the building.

His touch was warm. Firm.

Possessive.

The second you stepped inside your apartment, he closed the door behind you, locking it with a soft click.

You barely had a second to turn before Steve was on you.

He pressed you gently but firmly against the door, his hands bracing on either side of you. His scent—clean, masculine, laced with a hint of cologne—wrapped around you as his broad frame towered over yours.

Your breath hitched.

His voice was low, steady. “You enjoy driving me insane, don’t you?”

Your fingers trailed up his chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath. “A little bit.”

He huffed out a quiet laugh, but his eyes burned with something deeper. “You’re impossible.”

You grinned. “And yet, here you are.”

Steve’s hand brushed down your arm, his fingers skimming the silk of your robe. His thumb traced slow, deliberate circles on your wrist, the feather-light touch sending a shiver up your spine.

“Do you have any idea what you did to me tonight?” he murmured.

Your pulse pounded. “Why don’t you tell me, Captain?”

His breath fanned against your cheek as he leaned in, lips just shy of yours. “Oh, sweetheart…” His voice was a promise. A warning.

And then—his lips were on yours.

The kiss was slow at first, teasing. But when you sighed against his mouth, melting into him, something in him snapped.

His hands gripped your waist, pulling you flush against him. Your fingers tangled in his hair as he deepened the kiss, his body pressing you further into the door.

You gasped when his lips trailed down, skimming your jaw, your throat. “Steve—”

“Hmm?” His lips hovered over your pulse point.

You shivered. “You’re not mad at me, are you?”

He chuckled against your skin. “No, sweetheart.” His fingers traced the silk of your robe, toying with the belt. “But you are in trouble.”

Heat pooled in your stomach. “Oh?”

His lips ghosted over yours once more, his blue eyes dark and smoldering.

“Oh.”

Your breath hitched as Steve’s fingers toyed with the knot of your silk robe, his touch feather-light yet deliberate. His lips barely brushed against yours—teasing, waiting.

Your heart pounded. “What kind of trouble are we talking about?”

Steve’s smirk was slow, wicked. “The kind where you make me lose my mind in public and I return the favor in private.”

Your stomach flipped.

His hand traced down your side, dragging along the soft silk, his fingertips igniting heat beneath your skin. “You knew exactly what you were doing tonight, didn’t you?”

You grinned. “I might’ve had an idea.”

His other hand cupped your jaw, tilting your face up to him. “Watching you up there, knowing everyone was looking at you…” His voice was rough, laced with something darker. “I won’t lie, sweetheart. It got to me.”

You bit your lip, eyes dancing with mischief. “You jealous, Captain?”

His fingers tightened ever so slightly on your waist. “Not jealous.” His lips brushed the shell of your ear as he murmured, “Possessive.”

A shiver ran down your spine.

His hands slid to your hips, gripping just enough to make you gasp. “You walked that runway like you owned the world,” he murmured, his nose skimming your jaw. “Like you knew every man in that room wanted you.”

Your lips curled. “Maybe I was thinking about someone specific.”

His breath hitched. “Yeah?”

You nodded, threading your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly. “Maybe I was wondering how fast my boyfriend would drag me home the second the show ended.”

Steve groaned, his forehead pressing against yours for a beat. His control was slipping, and you loved it.

“I should make you pay for that,” he muttered.

You grinned. “And how exactly do you plan to do that?”

His blue eyes darkened, a slow smirk tugging at his lips.

“Oh, sweetheart…” His fingers curled around the belt of your robe, giving it a slow, deliberate tug.

“I’ll show you.”

Steve’s eyes were dark with desire as he scooped you up effortlessly, his arms strong as he carried you toward the bedroom. You wrapped your legs around his waist instinctively, feeling the heat between you escalate. He kicked the door open with his foot and gently lowered you onto the bed. His gaze never left you, a quiet, burning intensity in his eyes as he followed you down.

His hands roamed over your body, exploring every curve, every dip and rise, as if he were savoring the moment. He took his time, undressing you slowly, deliberately—piece by piece—like he was uncovering a masterpiece. Every inch of skin revealed made his touch more reverent, more eager.

“You’re perfect,” he muttered, eyes tracing the lines of your body. His fingers lingered on your skin, worshiping every contour, every soft curve. “You’re more beautiful than I could have ever imagined.”

You shivered under his touch, biting your lip as his hands slid lower, brushing against your chest. His thumb brushed over your nipple, sending a shockwave of pleasure straight to your core. A loud moan escaped you, your back arching involuntarily.

“Steve… please…” Your voice was breathless, needy.

His lips found your neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin. His breath was hot against your ear as he whispered, “I’ve got you, baby. Just relax.” His hand moved lower, tracing your body as though he couldn’t get enough.

He paused, pulling away just long enough to reach into his pocket, pulling out a condom and tearing the wrapper with practiced ease. His eyes never left yours as he prepared, his expression filled with something feral. You could feel your pulse racing in anticipation.

When he finally positioned himself above you, he slid inside slowly, filling you completely. The sensation was unlike anything you had ever experienced—stretching you, filling you in ways that made your breath catch. You gasped, your nails digging into his back as you adjusted to the fullness of him.

Steve groaned, his voice low and strained. “God, you feel so good.” He moved slowly at first, savoring every inch of connection. But as you urged him on, your body begging for more, he picked up the pace, the rhythm between you growing frantic, desperate.

Every thrust hit spots you didn’t even know existed, sending sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine. It was overwhelming, the waves of ecstasy crashing down on you, filling you with a sensation that made your entire body tremble.

“Steve… don’t stop. Please,” you gasped, your voice shaky. “I need you. Now.”

His name tumbled from your lips in a desperate cry, louder with each passing second, and when he finally brought you over the edge, your body tensed as the pleasure consumed you. The connection between you two felt like the very air around you was crackling with electricity.

Steve’s pace faltered, his body shuddering as he reached his own release. He collapsed beside you, pulling you close, his breath ragged, his forehead pressed against yours.

“That… was beyond anything I ever thought possible,” he breathed, his hands still running over your skin as if to remind himself that you were real, right there with him.

You smiled softly, still catching your breath. “I don’t think I’ll be walking straight for days,” you teased, though your heart was still racing from the intensity of it all.

Steve chuckled, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Good. Because I don’t think I’ll be letting you go anytime soon.”

You snuggled into his chest, feeling the warmth of his embrace, both of you savoring the stillness that followed the storm.

[briarberrythornedhart]

Win Condition: True Love

Contains: fluff, Dustin and Eddie friendship, discussion of sex, boardgames, Eddie x fem!Reader

🦇 🎲 ♟️ 🎲 🦇

“So things are good with you, I take it?” Dustin asked, archedly, while he took his turn.

Dustin’s planned board game night FOR JUST THE GUYS was off to a rocky start because only Eddie had shown up. Dustin had brought out his dusty copy of Albion:The Land of Faerie which was 2-player.

“Yeah.” Eddie rubbed his new tattoo gently through its bandage. It was a black-winged-heart with some very special initials inside. He knew he could Not Stop Smiling lately and it was clearly noticeable to others.

“I didn’t think she’d be your type… not in a bad way, it is just surprising that you are together, no offense.” Dustin shrugged.

It was surprising to Eddie as well —and again -- not in a bad way.

He loved it.

He loved her.

“No offense taken, dingus. I don’t have a ‘type’.” Eddie laughed. “I mean, I do, but it’s about their smile, their eyes, their ... energy I guess… she’s really something special though…”

The way he’d catch her looking at him, a smile playing on her pretty lips - even when someone else was talking to her.

The way she tucked herself under his arm no matter where they were or who was watching.

The way she would wistfully ask for ‘just one more kiss??’ before she had to leave for work.

And also the way she was totally matching his energy in the bedroom.

And all the other rooms.

And even once outside in the shitty gazebo during a thunderstorm...

She’d suggested new positions. She’d dirty talk into his ear until he was basically melting. She’d be positively filthy with him. It was perfect. Was she Eddie’s type? Yes.

Eddie’s type was maybe... ‘a little slutty, but only for me”.

“It’s your move, Eddie.” Dustin was looking at him with knit brows.

“I’m just so surprised to be on the receiving end of this much…” Eddie waved his hands around in the air to try and conjure a word less crass than ‘horniness’.

Eddie was horny but she was -like- a sexy Angel for wanting him back so much, “ummmm… desire…yes. She is desirous of me. It’s fuckin’ great.”

Eddie spread his arms out wide and fell back into the recliner in Dustin’s living room, chuckled and sighed.

“I’m happy for you, can we focus…?” Dustin tapped the board and then gasped. “Oh shit! I’m totally gonna lose!! This sucks!”

“You know what she said yesterday…” Eddie huffed a laugh he couldn’t contain and rubbed his palms on his knees. “She said it’s stupid that people say ‘sucks’ for something being bad. She said it makes zero sense because most people like being sucked on somewhere and that it’s disrespectful to people who enjoy sucking on things.”

“Seriously??...” Dustin grumped. “… should I just concede now, because I’ve blown my win condition.”

Eddie put up one finger, “‘Blown’ is also a weird wording…”

“Eddie!! C’mon!!! The game????” Dustin was exasperated.

“Sorry, sorry, but, I have listened to you talk my ear off about the charms of ‘Red’ and Suzie, and more recently Lady Applejack- so be patient with me if I’m a teeny bit distracted just now by the charms of my... oh!? Well... shit.” Eddie looked at the board. Really looked. He wasn’t playing the best game of his life either. “...hmmm, let’s play Talisman instead?”

“Deal.” Dustin swept the chits off the table and into the box lid.

Eddie heard the others arrive - crosstalk, the shuffling off of coats and scarves and winter boots.

“Sorry for being tardy to the party, guys!” Lucas said, smiling and shaking a Surfer Boy box. “But we brought pizza!” He sang.

---

Eddie knocked on her apartment door.

She answered in her pajamas - which might as well have been lingerie with how good she looked to Eddie.

“Sorry I’m so late.” He said, scratching the back of his head and wincing.

Her smile was concentrated sunshine. “You can always just let yourself in with your key, ya’ big goof.” She had given him a key, and a whole drawer in her dresser, and put a few cute items into a milk crate in his bedroom and they were already talking about getting a place together and it felt right.

She tugged him by his waistband until he was pressed against her - her hands finding everywhere he longed to be touched. She buried her face in his shoulder, her lips kissing up his neck to reach his mouth. She kissed him like she hungered for him, biting, sucking (the good kind), devouring.

Eddie kissed her back like he needed her kisses in order to live.

She pulled back to ask. “How was Dustin’s boys-only game night? Did you win?” And then she took his hand and tugged him towards the bed.

“No, but I’m winning now.” Eddie realized out loud. “Win condition: met”

Inspired by @racoonboywrites

[sturniololuvz]

you should do a fic where the triplets haven't gone into her room for weeks so she didn't think anything of leaving (a vape, alcohol, weed. you decide!) out because she didn't think they would find it but one of the boys walks into her room to look for something and sees it. maybe an argument and she leaves??

okayyyy!

“Found Out”

Sturniolos x sister

Warnings : vape, yelling

Y/N had gotten comfortable—too comfortable. The triplets barely ever came into her room, so she stopped worrying about hiding things. It had been weeks, maybe even months, since any of them had just walked in unannounced. So when she tossed her vape onto her nightstand earlier, she hadn’t thought twice about it.

She should have.

Because now, standing in the doorway of her room, was Nick. And in his hand? The very thing she swore they’d never find.

His face was unreadable at first—stunned, maybe, or just processing. Then his expression hardened, and Y/N could see the anger bubbling up.

“What the hell is this?” His voice was eerily calm, and that was worse than him yelling.

Y/N’s stomach dropped, but she forced herself to stay composed. “Nothing,” she muttered, reaching for it.

Nick pulled it back before she could grab it. “No, no, this isn’t nothing, Y/N.”

Her jaw clenched. “Give it back.”

Nick scoffed, shaking his head. “Are you serious right now?” He looked down at the vape in his hand, then back at her. “Since when do you do this shit?”

“Since when do you care?” Y/N shot back, crossing her arms.

Nick’s eyes darkened. “Excuse me?”

“You guys don’t even come in here anymore,” she snapped. “I didn’t think you’d ever notice.”

Nick let out a bitter laugh, running a hand through his hair. “So that makes it okay? That makes it fine?”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “It’s not a big deal, Nick. Everyone does it.”

“Not in this house.” His voice was sharp now, full of anger and something else—disappointment.

Y/N hated that. She could handle him being mad. But disappointed? That stung.

“You’re not Mom or Dad,” she muttered.

Nick’s jaw tightened. “Yeah? Well, they’re not here, so someone has to give a shit.”

That was it. That was the sentence that set her off.

“Yeah, well, maybe you shouldn’t!” she snapped. “You don’t get to act all protective now when you’ve barely even talked to me for weeks!”

Nick stepped back like she had physically hit him. “That’s not fair,” he muttered.

“Neither is you acting like I’m some little kid who needs saving.”

Silence filled the room. The tension was suffocating.

Then Y/N grabbed her phone and shoved past him, ignoring the way he called after her. She didn’t care where she was going—she just needed to leave.

20 minutes later.

Chris and Matt were in the living room when Nick stormed down the stairs, looking pissed.

Chris sat up. “Uh… what’s going on?”

Nick tossed the vape onto the coffee table. “Ask Y/N.”

Matt’s face fell. “Oh shit.”

Chris groaned, rubbing his hands down his face. “Where is she?”

Nick clenched his jaw. “She left.”

Silence. Then—

Matt sighed. “Guess we’re going after her.”

Chris, Matt, and Nick were in the car within minutes, the tension thick enough to choke on. The engine hummed as Matt drove through the dark streets, all three of them scanning the sidewalks for any sign of Y/N.

Nick sat in the passenger seat, gripping his phone so tightly his knuckles were white. “She’s not answering.” His voice was clipped, frustrated, but there was a layer of guilt underneath it.

“Maybe because you pissed her off,” Chris muttered from the backseat, arms crossed.

Nick shot him a glare through the rearview mirror. “Are you serious right now?”

Chris rolled his eyes. “Yeah, actually, I am. You can’t just find her shit, freak out, and then act surprised when she runs off.”

“Bro, it was a vape.”

“Yeah? And you think yelling at her was gonna make her stop?”

Nick opened his mouth to argue but shut it just as fast. Because deep down, he knew Chris had a point. He had let his emotions take over, let the fear and frustration twist his words. And now Y/N was gone.

Matt, who had been silent the whole time, suddenly pointed. “There. That’s her.”

On the sidewalk, sitting on the curb with her arms wrapped around her knees, was Y/N.

Matt pulled over, and before the car had even fully stopped, Nick was already getting out.

Y/N barely glanced up when she heard footsteps approaching. “Go away,” she mumbled.

Nick sat down next to her, ignoring the cold pavement. “No.”

Chris and Matt stood back, giving them space but still close enough to step in if needed.

For a moment, neither Nick nor Y/N spoke. The only sound was the occasional whoosh of passing cars.

Then, quietly, Nick sighed. “I didn’t mean to come at you like that.”

Y/N scoffed. “Sure seemed like you did.”

Nick stared at the ground. “I was just… shocked. And scared.” He turned to look at her. “I’m not trying to control you. I just—” He let out a breath. “I don’t wanna lose you.”

Y/N’s fingers tightened around the fabric of her hoodie. “You wouldn’t,” she muttered, but her voice wavered.

Nick gently nudged her shoulder. “You say that, but I know what this kind of shit can lead to.” His voice was softer now, raw. “And I don’t ever want to see you go down that road. You mean too much to me. To us.”

She sniffled, wiping her sleeve across her face. “You guys haven’t even been around that much.”

Nick sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I know. And that’s on us. But that doesn’t mean we don’t care.”

Chris and Matt took that as their cue to come over.

“Yeah, dumbass,” Chris said, plopping down on her other side. “You could ignore us for months, and we’d still be annoying as hell trying to check in on you.”

Matt crouched in front of her, resting his arms on his knees. “You don’t have to hide things from us, Y/N. If you’re struggling, just talk to us.”

Y/N swallowed hard, looking between them. “I don’t know how.”

Nick put an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. “Then we’ll figure it out together, okay?”

She hesitated before finally nodding, melting into his side.

Chris sighed dramatically. “Alright, now that the emotional shit is out of the way—can we go home? It’s freezing.”

Y/N let out a quiet laugh, the first one in what felt like forever.

Nick ruffled her hair. “Yeah, let’s go home.”

And this time, she didn’t run.

[legendofrhythm]

Idk what this is but I like it

[blupengu]

Y’all is Hollow Knight hard or do I just suck because oh my god??

[psikind]

hey so. childhood friend of mine commited suicide late july and his dad’s trying to fund the money for his funeral service - if people have the money to donate please do the service is in 3 days (august 5th) and he’s very close to the goal but otherwise it’d mean a lot if people spread the link around -> https://gofund.me/f04d9bf0

[caotictimmy]

if you're doing mouthwashing can i have daisuke x reader hcs plz... just pretend the tulpar never crashed i want him to be happy hjdkjkdsjg

OMG ANON…you get me. Daisuke has me in a CHOKEHOLD. Ok so here are how the headcanons are gonna go. Pre dating/confession. Dating and NSFW. I had another anon ask me to do NSFW head canons with daisuke. So why not kill two birds with one stone. The regular head canon r gonna be Gn. But the NSFW are gonna have some AFAB stuff. Still can kinda be read as Gn.

Crushing - Confession

- I believe Daisuke crushing on you would be a very, you fell first, but he fell harder kinda thing.

- I think that because Daisuke can be well.. a bit dense (still love him though). That he’s not really gonna pick up on any hints or flirting. So you kinda of have to wait till he realizes he likes you.

- When he does realize he likes you is probably when you were sticking up for him against Swansea(I love you Swansea but you still were mean to Daisuke🙁).

- It’s gonna be easy to tell when he likes you. This man is gonna be so obvious😭🙏

- We all know he’s eager to please right? He’s doing this with you 2 times more. Always asking if you needed anything, he’d be right on it.

-Little things to. I’m talking some laying his shirt over a puddle for you to step on. I feel like he tries to woe you with these gestures.(and it works)

- Daisuke loves listening to your voice. No matter how your voice sounds. He’ll go out of his ways to find you to ramble on about something. He thinks you look and sound cute rambling. o(^w^)o

- Also I think he just likes looking at you. There have been MANY times where Swansea has smacked Daisuke in the back of the head, cause he got sidetrack staring at you with this very lovesick grin. Staring like you personally hung the stars for him.

- Daisuke would be a bit too nervous to think of confessing first. So Swansea would definitely be pushing him to confess. He’s tired of seeing you two ogling at each other and doing nothing about it😒.

- Our sly little man some how convinced Curly to make a cake for him to give you. (I swear on my life curly is a die hard romantic but I’m saving that for when I do headcanons on him later)

- I feel like Daisuke would sneak in your room. Waiting for you to enter. When you do he lifts up the cake in his hands, “ Imadeyouthiscakewillyoudateme” He rambled out. Being scared you would say no.

- But when you say yes. I’m not kidding he shouted “WHOO HOO!!!”. It was very funny. Daisuke would quickly put the cake down and rush to hug you,

Dating

- I feel like the affection he likes to receive is words of affection and physical contact. And for what he usually gives. Acts of service and physical affection. Let me explain

-(Daisuke receiving) It’s a bit obvious that Daisuke probably hasn’t gotten a lot of praise in his life. So I believe that he absolutely melts when you give him these encouraging words. It can range from a lot. From a small, “good job” to a “I love you so much, no matter what.”. It makes him so happy like you don’t even understand.

-(Daisuke receiving) Idk it’s just a an itch in my brain telling me. I think he likes all kinds of physical affection. From holding his pinky, to wrapping you arms and legs around him cuddling. If it insures some sort of touching he’s down. I also think he like resting his head on either your thighs, or chest. Resting his eyes. PLEASE scratch his head or tangle your fingers through his hair. He loves it so much. Like it calms him down so much.

-(Daisuke giving) You can’t tell me this man isn’t at least a bit clingy. Not in a “if you talk to someone else I’ll kill them” type of way but a “ you make me feel safe and secure” kind of way. Does that make sense? Anyways, he loves flopping onto you when he sees you laying down. Like I’m talking full rag doll flop. I fully believe he brought a stuff animal on the ship. So he fully treats you like a stuff animal. Quick random switch. I don’t think he likes being the small spoon. Only because I feel like he needs to sleep holding something. I don’t think he would mind being big spoon. But overall he prefers you two facing each other.

-(Daisuke giving) We all know he has a knack for trying to be as helpful as he can. We can see that when he tried to fix the vent! To trying to crawl up it to save Anya… guys I can’t do this anymore. ANYWAYS. This man does not want you to lift a FINGER. He is so head over heels inlove with you. He’ll do anything for you. He’ll ask him to bring you a star and he’d ask which one. LIKE HE LOVES YOU SM AND JUST WANTS TO SEE YOU HAPPY.

- He loves kissing. Receiving and giving. From a simple peck, to kissing your face all over. He just loves it so much. He finds it so romantic. Listen hear me out. Non sexual neck kissing. He could be waking up before you(highly unlikely). Softly kissing your neck to wake you up. Just soft and sweet.

- Late night talks are a must with him. It could be about anything really. From what plot twist you guys thought would happen on the shitty soap opera you guys were watching. What ifs, what your guys future would look like, what you guys would be if you were animals. The topics you guys talk about are far and wide. But he enjoys the comfort of being by you.

- You can’t tell me this man isn’t a big back. Daisuke definitely brought a bunch of snacks with him. So he will happily share with you. He is a very giving person. But also expect to get your food stolen sometimes.. make sure you get extra food in your plate to give him the rest. He would appreciate it a lot!!!!!:3

- He also really loves spending anytime he can with you. Especially if it involves games. Let me tell you. YOU DO NOT WANNA PLAY DRESS TO IMPRESS WITH THIS MAN. He would cook you so hard in the game it’s not even funny. He’s literally in the top 10 players in dress to impress.

NSFW - DO NOT READ IF YOUR A MINOR OR UNCOMFORTABLE WITH NSFW (AFAB)

- Praise kink. YOU GUYS CANT TELL ME I’M WRONG. You guys could water board me. Scream at me that I’m wrong. Every time you praise him when y’all are getting freaky. Busting. Like it gets him going SO HARD (pun intended) Like omg… Especially if you praise his efforts/ how good he’s doing. Pray that you’ll be able to walk after.

- This man is LOUD…… grunting, whimpering, moaning, panting. Any noise you can think of hes made it. Like he doesn’t even think of suppressing his noises. He also doesn’t want you to either! He loves hearing you. He thinks the louder you are = the better he’s doing. So please don’t suppress your noises he’ll get so sad:(. But back to the topic. This man needs something to muffle him. Wether that be kissing you, or lightly nibbling your neck. When he starts to get to loud you need to find a way to shut him up.

-Speaking of loud Swansea has definitely caught you guys once’s. Y’all were a bit to loud and he was wonder what was going on and… Let’s just say he wasn’t able to look at you guys for a bit. But after he gave Daisuke a fist bump. Man to man🗣️🗣️🗣️

- Daisuke is willing to try almost everything. I full heartedly believe this man is a virgin. The furthest he’s ever gone is making out. So he’s eager to learn! He was a bit nervous your guys first time. But after a bit that nervousness dissolved into eagerness! I don’t think he’d be into hurting you badly. And I don’t think he likes pain that much either. But I think he would like his hair being pulled. Or maybe you lightly scratching his back.

- I think he would be open to having sex not just in your rooms. Either in random room barely used. Or a couple of times on the couch when everyone was in their sleeping quarters. Thankfully you guys weren’t caught!!! But Curly was wondering what that clear sticky substances was on the couch…

-(AFAB) Munch no question asked. LISTEN WHEN I SAW HE WANTED AN EXTRA PACK OF SWEETENER I IMMEDIATELY THOUGHT BIG BACK MUNCH BEHAVIOR. Also because this man loves to please. DO YALL SEE ME VISION. This man who’ll slurp it up like no tomorrow. His favorite made is your pleasure is his pleasure. But omg like he gets so into eating you out it’s not even funny… You have to pry his face away from your core. And he looks so hot. His hair a mess. His eyes dazed but still has that love in them. And your juice all over his face like…

- He doesn’t have a favorite position. He likes way too many. And when you asked him what position he liked the most, he only responded with, “how can I pick a favorite when there all so good, and what about the ones we haven’t tried yet!” Safe to say you guys went to go try some more positions 😜

- I know I’ve been doing really freaky headcanons but I think Daisuke loves soft sex and morning sexy to. Maybe the morning after a bad day HES still feeling bad. You both are still groggy but you have time before you have to get up. Hell sink himself into. Before thrusting as his arms are wrapped around your waist. His hot breath on your neck, as he trailed kisses all along it. Just because he can be a freak doesn’t mean he can’t be really soft either.

- Daisuke loves cock warming. Try. Try to prove me wrong. He loves cuddling. He loves being as close to you as possible. What’s better than combining the two! But after a bit he does get a bit impatient and starts to subtly thrust. He really is trying to not to be you feel to good!

Authors note: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. I STARTED THIS WHEN I GOT HOME AND FELL ASLEEP MID WAY THROUGH WRITING THIS. Again sorry for request being slow I’m trying my best😭🙏

[catchastarorten]

hey lovely, i don’t know if you take requests but i absolutely love your works!! i wanted to see if you can do a jun ho fic x fem!reader where jun is in a coma after in ho shoot him on that island and reader has been visiting him every day since at the hospital. and one day he finally wakes ip and reader just takes care of him? just like a baby, food, kisses, cuddles. i feel like our man needs that :(

tyy if you would do this, have a great day or night 🩷🩷

Hello, anon! Here's your request :), I hope I did Jun-ho justice because you're absolutely right, the man needs some love and care, and he's gonna get it here. Hope you enjoy this — lots of love! <3

—Feels better with you.

Pairing: Hwang Jun-ho x lover!fem!reader

Summary: after everything Jun-ho went through, he was in a coma, you were there with him when he finally woke up. He needed you. And you took care of him while he was recovering.

Content: fluff, comfort, kisses, yearning, a little bit of angst, Jun-ho in a coma then waking up, English isn’t my first language, mistakes should be present, not proofread, sorry!

Word count: ~ 1.0k

Seeing him lying there, hooked up to machines, pale and fragile in a way you’d never seen before, broke something in you. This was the man who had once held you so tightly, who had whispered promises into your skin, who had loved you with a quiet intensity that made you feel untouchable. Now he looked so far away.

You visited him every day after hearing about how he'd been pulled from the ocean. He was in a coma.

You talked to him, your voice soft but steady, telling him about everything and nothing. You read to him, held his hand, brushed the hair from his forehead like you used to on those lazy mornings. And every day, you hoped he’d come back to you.

The day he woke up, it was like the world stopped. His eyes fluttered open, unfocused and heavy with exhaustion. Your heart leapt into your throat as you leaned closer, your hands trembling.

Waking up felt like surfacing from a dream that had gone on too long—foggy and disorienting, the kind of dream where Jun-ho wasn't sure if he was still alive or dead. His body was heavy, every muscle aching, but especially from the shot on his shoulder, the weight that it carried.

For a moment, Jun-ho couldn’t remember where he was or why his chest felt so tight, why his head throbbed with such a sharp ache.

But then he saw you.

You were leaning over him, your eyes wide, tears brimming as if you held them back for too long. And when you whispered his name, the sound cracked something deep inside him.

“Jun-ho?” your voice echoed.

He tried to speak, but his throat felt raw, his voice coming out like sandpaper as he rasped your name back. Just your name, like it was the only word he'd held onto all this time. “Y/n…”

And just like that, the weight of the world fell away. You were there, holding his face, your touch soft and grounding, your presence the only thing grounding him to reality. “I’m here,” you told him, your voice thick with relief. “I’m right here.”

The look in your eyes nearly undid him. He wanted to say so much, to explain why he left, to apologize for everything—for leaving without a word, for the pain he knew he’d caused you—but his body betrayed him, too weak to form the sentences in his head.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered instead, the words barely audible.

“Stop,” you shook your head, tears falling from your eyes. “You don’t have to explain anything right now,” you said gently, your voice a balm to his soul. “Just rest, okay? Please.”

He didn’t argue. He never could with you.

In the days that followed, Jun-ho spent more time watching you than anything else. He was too weak to do much else, and honestly, he didn’t mind. Every time he opened his eyes, you were there—staying with him, and he held your hand as if he couldn’t bear to let go.

You’d talk to him in that soft, steady voice of yours, telling him about the most ordinary things. It didn’t matter what you said. All he cared about was the sound of your voice, the way it wrapped around him like a blanket, comforting and warm. Like he was home again.

There were times, late at night, when you thought he was asleep, and he’d feel your fingers brushing against his, hear the quiet, shaky breaths you took as if trying to hold yourself together. Those moments broke him more than anything else.

He hated himself for leaving you. For disappearing the way he had, knowing how much it would hurt you. But the guilt wasn’t as strong as the relief he felt now, knowing that despite everything, you were still here. You hadn’t given up on him, and he loves you for it.

When he was finally strong enough to sit up on his own, you started bringing him food—simple things like soup or porridge. He’d watch you blow on each spoonful, your lips pursed slightly as you cooled the soup before holding it to his mouth.

He ate obediently, his eyes never leaving you, his gaze flickering to your lips like he was counting the moments until the bowl was empty and he could kiss you again. 

He wanted to kiss you so badly it hurt.

The first time he finally did, you were brushing your fingers through his hair. Without thinking, Jun-ho reached up and caught your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm, then your wrist, his eyes fluttering shut as if the touch alone was enough to heal him.

Your heart clenched as you leaned down to kiss him properly, your lips soft against his. It was slow, tentative. Your lips were warm, familiar, and he felt a shiver run through him as he let himself sink into it.

“I missed you,” he murmured against your lips, his voice low and raw with emotion.

“I missed you too,” you whispered back.

Jun-ho wanted to hold you properly, more than anything. To pull you into his arms and never let go. But the hospital bed wasn’t big enough for that, much to his silent frustration.

You let out a quiet laugh when he gave you a soft frown, but you gave him your arm instead, letting him curl up against you. He rested his head on your hand, his eyes focused on you as you gently ran your fingers through his hair.

The frown dissolved from his face, his eyes traced your features as if he was memorizing every little thing about you. His breathing slowed, and you knew he was at peace.

He needed this. All of it. And he needed you.

[luveline]

hotch's sister x spencer where hotch notices she's wearing spencer's clothes?

—You and Spencer get one another in trouble with your older brother. fem!reader, 1k

Your brother, though you’re adopted, has passed down onto you many things. Mostly his frown, but more embarrassingly his high-pitched giggle when something is startlingly funny. 

You laugh like a hyena at something Spencer’s said. He tries to grab you before you walk straight into his desk corner, but he’s too slow. You whack your hip and laugh again, this time in pain, bending over to grab at your wound in defeat. 

“Oh my god,” he says, trying not to laugh loudly, his efforts turning his own laugh into a giggle like yours as he bends down to see you, “are you okay?” He laughs so much he can barely ask. “Are you okay?” 

“I’m fine,” you squeeze between a laugh, letting him pull you into a standing position. 

“What is it?” he asks, grabbing your hip, which worsens your laughter all over again. “What?” 

“You’re super handsy, Dr. Reid.” 

A sharp clearing of the throat echoes. You tense up, begging Spencer mentally not to give you away, but his hand practically flies back into his chest like you’ve burned him. 

You turn to the office. “Hi, Aaron.” 

Aaron Hotchner stands at the balcony overlooking the bullpen where you and Spencer stand. “Honey. Just give me two minutes and I’ll come down, okay?” 

You give a big smile. “Yes, sir.” 

His eyes move to Spencer. You watch Aaron decide to leave it alone and can’t help laughing for the hundredth time today as your brother turns around to head back into his office.

“He’s ridiculous.” 

“He’s gonna fire me,” Spencer says, though he doesn’t sound serious. 

“And then you can come work with me.” 

Spencer doesn’t want to work at your new job, that much is clear from his expression, but he has enough social wits to realise you’re flirting. “That wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world,” he says.

Spencer leans back against his desk, hair curled just under his ears, his hand reaching for you though he doesn’t touch. You sit down in his seat, the backs of your thighs sticking to warm leather. You aren’t working today, hence your social visit, and Spencer had distracted you on the way to Aaron’s office (through no fault of his own, you’d just wanted to see him again) with a shy wave. Like you hadn’t spent yesterday night together walking through fountains. 

You didn’t mean to fall in. Spencer helped you up onto the round basin of the fountain and you’d held hands, walking in circles so he’d have an excuse to keep rubbing your knuckles with his thumb. Seconds turned to minutes, the conversation unhurried, and one wrong move had you slipping. You fell calf deep into cold water, but his laughter had been worth it. 

“What are you thinking about?” he asks. 

You cross one leg over the other, your jean leg riding up your shin. “I’m thinking about what Aaron’s gonna buy me for lunch.” 

“What do you want?”

“I have no idea. It’s so hot out I barely wanna eat.” 

“Well, too bad, you have to.” He picks up a file from his outgoings and fans it at you nicely. When he talks again, his voice is lowered. “I was thinking, if you’re not busy, they have a movie playing in a couple of days at the independent, I think it’s in Portuguese, and I really think you’d like it.” 

“Yeah?” you ask, lavishing in the cold kiss of his manufactured breeze and the idea of another date. 

“About a little girl that turns into a star. They have popcorn bigger than anywhere else I’ve seen, too. Enough for three people in one bucket.” 

You try not to act too shy. “Well, hopefully it’s just me and you.” 

Spencer smiles at you between waves of his fan. “Is your hip okay?” he asks. 

“Spencer.” 

“Are you ready?” Aaron asks. 

You spin in Spencer’s chair toward your brother, shocked he’s there. He’s been funny since you and Spencer met, never controlling or cruel, yet clearly having a tough time coming to grips with the connection you’ve formed with his smartest employee. 

When you told him Spencer had given you his number, his eye twitched ever so slightly, and he excused himself for a glass of water. You’re not sure what is about the situation that irks him: he loves you, he loves Spencer in his way, he’d do anything for both of you, except acknowledge your burgeoning relationship. 

You nod but don’t stand. Your hip aches weirdly and the sitting is nice. Plus, it’s a sisterly duty to wind up her brother, even if you love him more than anybody on planet earth. 

“Spencer was just telling me about your accident in Scottsdale.” 

“He was,” Hotch says. He looks at you, and his eyes follow down the line of your leg to your shoes, where they stay. 

You glance down. 

“I’m trying something new,” you say, sitting up quickly. Scottsdale doesn’t seem so funny. 

“I can see that.” 

You’re wearing Spencer’s socks, odd ones sticking up past his borrowed converse. “It’s summer,” you say, standing up. 

“Mm.” He gestures for you to stand in front of him, his hand on your shoulder kind but firm as he steers you away. “And the odd socks, that’s a conscious choice?” 

“Don’t be mean.” 

“I’m not.” 

You glance back at Spencer and grin at him as you’re shepherded away. Hopefully he’ll call you later, but for now he looks like he’d like to dig himself a shallow grave.

“We went for a walk last night and I ruined my shoes,” you explain, turning your gaze to Aaron and his reluctant smile. “They were still wet this morning.” 

“What about those loafers I got you for your birthday?” he asks. 

“Well, I didn’t have them with me.” 

Aaron nods. There’s a certain impassiveness to his expression that you’re familiar with, even if it signifies disappointment. That you’re not so used to. 

“I thought you liked Spencer?” you ask. 

“I do. But I love you, and he’s…” 

“He’s what?” 

“At risk.” 

“You’ll just have to keep him safe for me,” you say, smiling at him breezily. 

Aaron seems to agree silently. You’re almost to the elevators when he says, “Please, wear your own socks. I know you know how to do your laundry, I’m the one who taught you how to do it.” 

[lingeriae]

"because you're my wife."

the voice is aggressive and harsh, which isn't unexpected because of the person it comes from, but the words have you feeling warm even with the possessiveness and aggression that comes off of it, it still has you face heating up and your eyes averting from his ruby red ones that seem to see right through you.

sukuna's fist is clenched and his body is tense as he stands in front of you, unknown and unwanted emotions flowing throughout his body, his heart beating rapidly and loudly in his ears—he wonders if he's having a heart attack at the moment. his swallows as he takes in your beautiful side-profile, light hitting your sun kissed skin just right, his fingers itch with the need to grip unto you. to take you.

his throat feels tight.

your stubborn, reckless—smart but reckless. it gets on his nerves, the way you don't seem to care about anything, not even yourself. your defiant, especially against him. don't follow rules, and go by what you think is right, and no one, not even him, can get in the way of what you think is right. and it's funny, you're just a mere human, a bothersome woman. sukuna could take your life easily, he has no doubt you would put up a fight, but he could kill you.

that was the plan all along, marry a member of the zenin clan, get the information needed, then kill them.

but things had changed, a lot of things changed since he met you. you made sukuna...feel things. you were different from all the members of that shitty clan, with your hair that rose towards the sun, always looking neat with the little curly coils and always feeling soft to the touch, you didn't cease to amaze sukuna with the little way you styled it and with the way you cared it so delicately.

your fierce glare that rarely left sukuna's gaze, never backing down even when he gave you the most deadliest of looks that had anyone else cowering, those same eyes that allow him to see how vunerable you are when you let him have his way with you and show him how you truly felt at times. those plumpy soft lips, full and round, they felt like heaven against his own when they overlapped. your sweet fucking voice, always finding something to cuss him out about, always saying his name in more ways than once. shit don't let him start on your fucking body.

you made sukuna feel things, give him this warm and nice feeling inside and it makes him sick. everything would go according to plan if you didn't make sukuna fall for you—if you weren’t so you. that's why he can't kill you,

and that's why he's so fucking upset.

with your arms crossed over your chest, you unintentionally make the male infront of you glance down at your supple breast that sits temptingly against your bra, you suck your teeth in annoyance still refusing to look at him. "i was your wife before, and it wasn't a problem." before, before he fell for you. before he got infactuated with you.

his jaw tightens and he grabs your chin, forcing you to stare into his eyes. "i said what i said, you'e not doing that shit. you're gonna get fucking killed."

you drag your hand from his grip as if you were burned, returning his equally intense gaze and ignoring the way your panties seem to cling unto you. drenched with annoyingly arousal. "don't talk to me like im a fucking child, ryomen."

sukuna’s head tilted in brief wonder and amusement, astonished that you would spit his last name out with such venom, knowing he could kill you in a second. knowing that not only was it his name but yours.

he lets out a bitter chuckle, "stop fucking acting like it."

it's a silent battle between you and him after that. both of you silently daring the other to look away as you continued to glare at each other—a silent battle between husband and wife. a war between two faith-fucked lovers.

sukuna huffs out a breath, shaking his head wildly before cradling your delicate and god-like face in his palm—akin to some form of desperation.

“what is it going to take? to prevent you from doing this to-to stop you from going on this fucking suicide mission?!” his voice almost cracks.

sukuna ryomen’s voice almost cracks.

your hand is so little in contrast to his. it has committed less cruelty and faced less harsh treatment compared to his, yet you place your hands over his and caress them with such gentleness. such tenderness and love.

and sukuna’s heart cracks at the words that left your lips, inhaling sharply as if he had been stabbed in the chest.

“there’s nothing you can do, you can’t stop me from doing this. nothing you do or say will change my mind and that’s final.”

the king of curses forgets how to breathe.

[satoruhour]

geto reaction to you wearing only his shirt

OVERSIZED NEVER LOOKED THIS GOOD

a/n: lore. a lot of lore. i always cannot help but write backstories. ure gonna have to bear w/ me SORRY !!!! based off of this drawing that i wanted to write sum about but then i thought why not combine it w/ this prompt. i went a little insane on this mb / tagging @papersirens @crysugu @getousex @hyomagiri @slttygeto, who else r geto fuckers

wc: 2.9k

warnings: roommate!geto, soft dom!geto, mutual pining, reader steals one of geto’s shirts, geto is also a little bit of a pervert, mentions of panty sniffing but geto doesn’t do it, m! and f! masturbation, fingering, clit stimulation, oral / cunnilingus, slight nipple play, spitting (on ur pussy), finger sucking, p -> v sex, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink, n*sfw under the cut

geto was a sweet roommate.

he’s always topping up on supplies when you needed things, pushing away your hand whenever you wanted to pay. where he got all his money, you weren’t even sure. geto cleaned the house, he cooked dinner, hell, it was like you two were married at this point. even gojo had asked if he would get together with someone who wasn’t you (and of course, in classic gojo way, he was skilled in asking it in a roundabout way), geto’s firm and abrupt “no” was enough to make gojo grin from ear to ear.

even he wasn’t sure when it all started — you were always friends with the three of them, gojo and shoko and himself, participating in their antics and getting in trouble in high school. there was hardly any dull times between the four, looking at you through the lens of a friend. but when those lens started to turn blurry and black, seeing you in a new light of tighter outfits and a sweet smile that looked like it contained something hidden, suguru genuinely hoped it would all go away.

it’s not like he thought he was unattractive, but you wouldn’t go for a guy like him, someone hidden behind gojo’s bright personality or shoko’s satirical, cool demeanour. he was oh so oblivious, however, turning an unintentional blind eye when you’re hanging with gojo for the day but only because you wanted to know what birthday present would be best for him, or having a movie night with shoko only to disregard cher horowitz on the television just to ask if geto would like your new nails and hair.

the two of you were so dense when either of you were hanging with them, going on for so long even after taking a gap year for shoko’s overseas med school attachment. they assumed the two of you would’ve done something then, but it was stagnant, dry, that gojo almost wants to take matters into his own hands; so when you’re begging geto if you could room with him, since he lived near the university you were all attending together,

“suguru, pleasee— i wouldn’t wanna travel for hours on end just for like a two hour lecture.”

shoko smiles, gojo laughs, slinging an arm around you, “help your poor friend out, suguru.”

gojo torments him to no end. he doesn’t regret it one bit when your arms are thrown around his neck in a bear hug in thanks, feeling himself get hard just from the way your breasts press against his chest.

“yeah,” it’s said breathily, softly, “it’s no problem.”

suguru thanked god you hadn’t wanted to move in that very same day, cause all that could be heard throughout the small apartment was him pumping his cock to a polaroid picture of you, calling out your name softly as he came all over the photo of your bright smile. he didn’t need the fan that night, the guilt was enough to burn him alive. and after, he acted like nothing happened, except the many, many times he’d think of taking you on every surface of the house, suffering silently for an entire year as the two of you fell into routine day by day.

today might change, however, when geto hangs the last piece of clothing, something that was hardly a difficult task, but it proved to be the hardest thing to date when he’d spot the bras and underwear lying at the bottom of the basket each time he prepared to do laundry. geto wills himself to wash, hang it, and get out but he cannot tear his eyes away from the unmistakable dark spot at the centre of your panties before it’s thrown in, taunting him to just pick it up to breathe in your scent, to do something to defile it, to let his desires take over. but he wasn’t gojo, no, he’d wait all the time in the world for the right time, even if it was at the expense of a throbbing cock and flushed cheeks.

“(y/n), ’m going to the store, you want…” his voice trails off when the drawer before him shows only one clean shirt left, sighing when his favourite shirt has gone missing, again. he knows it simply by the missing tag on the top, cut off terribly by your hands on a drunk movie night. he was thankful you missed his skin by an inch, but he cherishes that shirt and night dearly. geto simply brushes off the mishap, grabbing a sweatshirt instead.

there’s a rap on your door that quells all movement from your side, fabric clutched tightly between your fingers that it hurt just a little.

“(y/n)? love? you okay?”

“y— yeah, i’m fine sugu. what did you say earlier?”

“i’m going to the store. it’s grocery day so i’ll be there for a while — need to stock the fridge up for the week. you want anything?”

geto wishes so desperately to see your face now, asking if you could go and holding a reusable bag by your side, but strangely you don’t even make a move to open the door.

“no it’s fine, and okay! i’m— uh, busy with something,” you look towards the door and back to the article of clothing in your hand, “so i’m sorry i can’t help today.”

geto’s disappointment is brief, but he recovers as soon as he hears your apology, in that sweet, honeyed voice you love to use on him, as oblivious as you were of its effect.

“’s fine, see you later!” there’s a weird and panicky bout of feeling geto gets, but he’s satisfied with the hum you sound through the door. and once the door clicks behind him, you’re unlocking your own door softly, ensuring your surroundings are safe.

geto wasn’t the only one. between your fingers were his favourite shirt, straight from the dirty laundry of last week’s load; it’s been a reoccuring thing these few weeks after realising you maybe want geto to fuck you silly. you’re sneaking around undetected with it, holding it to your nose, breathing in his natural musk. it was the one shirt you liked on him — always put on when with you — it’s like your secret little joke from that night. and it was so sinful, the way your breath hitches from just his scent, the way your panties pool with arousal.

what would it be like to actually wear it?

the thought crosses your mind and leaves just as fast, heart pounding in your chest when you realise you’ve never tried that before.

peeling off your top, you slip it on carefully, swallowing from how much larger he is than you. the sleeves extend past your elbows by a little, so much cloth on you that you’re a little lightheaded by the possibility of being geto’s, belonging to geto.

“oh god…” you sigh, feeling your pussy throb at the thought, and your hands are shy when they creep in between your thighs. they rub at your clit gently, imagining geto was doing the work instead. he’d be so gentle with his hands, cupping your thighs, spreading your legs.

you’re whining when your fingers find your way into your cunt, nose filled with the scent of geto and head filling with the repeated runnings of his tongue on you, his cock in you, his whole person devoted to you. it’s cute how you don’t know that’s already the case. your fingers are lacklustre as you pump them in and out while your other hand is busy with your clit and you look like a goddess: spread out on your bed in nothing but your roommate’s shirt, a soft, slow melody playing from your phone.

you’re so entranced by the sensations you don’t hear the front door opening and the rustle of the plastic bags (he forgot the reusable bags) containing your groceries, distracted by the phone call he’s having with gojo who teases him through the line. his best friend says stupid crap like she’s definitely into you, too. what her panties smell like? have you guys fucked yet?

the last two was enough for geto to whisper a soft satoru!, clearly displeased with the way he was asking about you, about you both that he only rolls his eyes, muttering an annoyed “i’m hanging up, you pervert. i’ll talk to you later—”

setting down the bags, he frowns again upon seeing the closed door, although not as closed you thought you left it.

“suguru— f-fuck, right there—” geto chokes on his saliva at the moans coming from behind the door, careful not to step on the wrong floorboard below him as he lines up with your room door — a terrifying feat rewarded by your needy whines begging for him. he can hear the wetness of his roommate’s cunt, and he wants to take a peak so bad; so he does just that and stiflies a groan at the sight.

your hair is splayed out all around you, pussy facing the entrance of the door just perfectly and his shirt draped over your body. it sends him into a frenzy, head reeling at seeing his shirt so oversized and so perfect over your body that he swears he cums a little at the display. your cute face scrunched up in pure pleasure, your toes curling around the bedsheets he changed for you.

oh, shit.

and geto panics when your head shoots up, eyes meeting his and your hands halting.

fuck, did i say that out loud?

you’re speechless although your reflexes cause you to close your legs immediately, scooting up the bed like you’ve just got cornered by a predator. it was similar — geto with his big, brooding self, moving slowly into the room with both hands up and a dazed look behind his eyes, you, exposed in the eyes of a hungry man who’s craved you for so many months. you like it.

“you’re— you’re wearing my shirt,” geto gulps, causing you to let out a nervous laugh.

“yea— yeah…”

geto thinks that maybe this is it. this was the moment he’s been holding back on for so long, and so he crosses that boundary into your space, stopping right at the footboard of the bed. you follow suit, going onto your hands and knees and crawling to him that he tilts his head back. everything you do drives him crazy.

suguru’s words is heavy, “you think you’re cute, hm? stealing my shirt and then moaning out my name and fingering your pussy like that…”

your breath shakes, ascending to your knees so you’d reach his height, but not quite. he tugs you closer to him.

“yeah.” it’s so quiet he almost doesn’t hear it, “been wanting you for a long time.”

your roommate hums, lips hovering over yours just by an inch. you’d probably pass out if not for your racing heart and pulsating core.

“yeah?”

you’re finished with words, resorting only to a shy nod before geto crashes his lips onto yours, wrapping the other arm around you as yours go around his neck. it’s messy, filled with drool, devouring you on the spot for teasing him for so long, mouths moving in sync with each other. there’s a soft moan that escapes your mouth when you feel him manhandle you with ease, picking you off the bed to set you down on your back gently.

“c’mon, let’s see the mess you made,” you mewl at the words but your legs are stubborn, still in disbelief at the way suguru treats you, but you let him pry your legs apart after some gentle praises. you stifle a smile when you see how geto exhales at how beautiful your pussy is, leaking from your hole while your puffy clit is begging to be touched.

“oh, she’s so fuckin’ pretty…” your roommate mumbles, intoxicated on your scent as he bends down, giving your cunt one last loving look before he looks to you with a small grin. it’s clear he cannot wait, but he pauses for the words he wants to hear.

“wan’ you to eat me out, sugu,” you’re mumbling and suguru thinks it’s so cute, only responding by giving you a peck on your inner thigh, a soft yeah? before he goes down on you.

geto’s tongue on you is slow and cautious, drawing languid circles around your clit as he plays with your thighs, moaning softly into your core.

“s’damn sweet,” you can feel the stretch of a smile before he resumes, drawing you in slowly with each lick, each suck. geto doesn’t let your arousal go to waste, using a finger to scoop up your juices before he rubs the area around your hole and then the first push into your pussy makes you let out a loud, wanton moan.

“oh— your fingers, sugu, they’re—” they’re so much thicker and longer, everything that you couldn’t feel before now feels too much and yet your cunt gives him his answer by clenching around his longer finger.

“better than yours?” he asks with a lopsided smile.

you huff in indignance — not your fault you had shorter fingers, “yeah.”

“i’ll make full use of ’em, baby,” geto gasps softly when he pushes his finger right to the hilt, obsessed with the way your hand closes around his wrist. “too much?”

you shake your head, “n-no, just— feels too good.”

your roommate laughs softly, “princess is just too sensitive.”

he’s tempted to chuckle again when he sees how the pet names affect you, but soon he’s adding a second finger and pushes in, moving at a slow speed. and then when he adds his mouth into the mix, you’re begging for him to hurry; his eyes flutter close, getting lost in everything that you dish out.

geto’s pace is routine like his life, but it’s not any less pleasurable as he curls his fingers upwards, stretching you out and hitting your spot repeatedly. he continually flicks his tongue and sucks and slurps, tasting your essence once and needing a second, third, fourth, umpteenth taste, bringing out the most delicious moans to fall from your lips. it’s like hearing aphrodite sing, and yet you cross her by miles both in beauty and voice. surely, he shouldn’t mention that out loud, but eros can’t possibly help the arrow puncturing his heart, and looking at his psyche now, he thinks you look absolutely flawless.

“f-feel so good, mmh— so deep, suguru—!” his eyes snap open to look at you with hooded lids, sending you a cheeky wink before he starts to suck on your bundle of nerves, keeping his mouth latched around it as his fingers speed up. the noises of your cunt sucking him in paired with your whines just sound so good, and the scent of his shirt is dizzying, pulling it higher and higher till it pools around your chest. you watch as geto pulls away for a second, gathering saliva in his throat before he spits on your pussy, and the action is so lewd your jaw drops and your hips start to hump against him. 

“ya like that? filthy girl,” geto smiles, rubbing his thumb into your clit and there’s that distinctive build-up in your stomach, coiling and burning until lays his tongue flat onto your cunt, pressing it deep along with the fingers that curl up in your pussy.

“su—” you don’t even have time to tell him, cumming all over his fingers and soaking the sheets, flustered at the in-awe look geto has on his face at how the shirt had ridden up, at how your hands cup your tits and play with your nipples, at how your cunt gushes so sweetly for him. he continues to pump his fingers to let you ride out your orgasm, relishing in the whine you let out when he removes his fingers.

“patience, sweetheart,” geto moves up to reach you, fingers waiting inches away from your lips. you’re taking his fingers into your mouth, keeping eye contact as you wrap your tongue around them and sucking your cum off of him, swearing lowly when you grab his wrist and shove them deeper. “but then again, we’ve been dancing around each other for too long, now.”

you smile at his allusion to the many times that the what-ifs could’ve come true, and yet now you’re tangled up like this in his shirt.

once geto’s underwear comes off, you’re gaping at the cock that he pumps, clearly looking intimidating enough that geto has a hand to your knee and kisses it gently. “we’ll make it fit, alright?”

you nod a little timidly, taking his hand off and twining your fingers, “yeah, i trust you to take care of me.” you make a quick move to remove his shirt but he stops you, saying something embarrassing about wanting to see how cute and small you look in his shirt. you’re scoffing and pushing at him later, you’re just too tall.

he takes care of you perfectly fine — when geto fully sheathes himself in you, he can only focus on your gummy walls that wrap around him fully, his eyes are rolling to the back of his head and you’re grasping at his hands that grab your hips so hard. your roommate fucks you so well, your body limp and your pussy begging to milk him dry that it spills out so much — geto groans into your neck with reddened cheeks at that later.

you’re receiving a noise warning the very next day, alongside a QR code that takes you to a link for soundproof foam, and all you can do is laugh at each other. like routine, geto is already gathering the ingredients for an apology cake, beside him right in that little kitchen in another shirt of his that starts to smell more and more like you—

as his roommate and maybe now, something more.

part two ♡

[solxamber]

Vice Housewardens + Kalim trying a period simulator

part 1 with overblot gang + adeuce + rollo

I love putting them through this

Trey Clover:

Trey had always been the reliable, grounded guy. Need a cake baked? Trey. Need a shoulder to cry on? Trey. So when you approached him with the suggestion of trying a period pain simulator for "educational purposes," he just adjusted his glasses and said, “Sure, why not?” with his usual level-headedness.

You’d attached the electrodes to his abdomen, and he watched, almost too calmly, as you adjusted the settings. “This isn’t going to be so bad,” he mused. “I mean, how bad could it rea—”

Level 3 hit.

Trey’s entire body stiffened like a poorly baked souffle. His hands gripped the edge of the counter, and his polite smile faltered into something...less composed.

“Okay. Alright. Th-That’s something,” he said, voice tight. His glasses started slipping down the bridge of his nose, and for the first time ever, Trey Clover—the epitome of calmness—looked mildly panicked. “W-Wait, are you sure this is—AH, WHY IS IT IN MY SPINE?”

You snorted as he shot you a look, beads of sweat forming on his brow.

By level 6, Trey was gripping the counter like it was holding him back from the gates of hell. “This is not natural. I’m convinced this is just dark magic. I think the dough is rising inside me.”

When it reached level 9, Trey—calm, responsible Trey—finally broke. “Okay, okay, STOP. I take it back. You are all warriors. I’ll bake you whatever you want for the rest of the week, just please stop.”

With a press of the button, you ended his suffering, and Trey fell back in his chair, gasping for air like he’d just run a marathon. He gave you a weak thumbs-up. “Good... good lesson. I have so much respect for you now. Never again.”

Ruggie Bucchi:

Ruggie thought he could handle anything. Growing up in the slums, you learn to survive, right? So when you casually mentioned a period pain simulator, he scoffed. “Psh, it can’t be worse than a day of running around for Leona. Hit me with it.”

Oh, sweet Ruggie. He didn’t know.

You strapped him up, and as the simulator started, he just chuckled. “This is nothin’. I’ve had stomach cramps before. Ain’t gonna—”

Level 4.

Ruggie doubled over, hands on his knees, eyes wide. “H-Hey, what the—ow, ow, OW! Is this what you deal with?!” His voice cracked as his body spasmed.

By level 6, he was on the floor, clutching his stomach. “I’m sorry for everything. For stealing your snacks, for—oh seven, is this my punishment for that time I ate all your donuts?!” He was gasping, rolling on his back, legs kicking in the air like he was trying to outrun the pain.

“Ruggie, I’m only at level 7,” you said, laughing.

Level 9 hit, and that’s when it got wild. “PLEASE! PLEASE! I’LL DO ANYTHING! I’LL WASH ALL OF YOUR LAUNDRY. I’LL DO GRIM’S CHORES. JUST TURN IT OFF.”

You finally turned it off, and Ruggie lay there, twitching, face pale. “...I’ll never complain about anything again. Ever.”

Jade Leech:

Jade approached the period pain simulator like he did everything else—with unnerving curiosity. “Fascinating. I’ve heard about this phenomenon, but I’ve never had the chance to experience it firsthand.” He grinned that unsettling grin of his as you set it up.

“I’m sure it won’t be that bad,” he added with eerie confidence, as if he were about to observe himself in an experiment.

Level 2 was fine. At level 4, he twitched slightly. “Interesting sensation. It feels as though something is constricting. Very curious.”

At level 5, his smile wavered, just a bit. His breathing hitched, and his hand twitched. “Ah. I see. A dull, persistent ache.”

By level 7, Jade was gripping the edge of his chair, a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead. “This... is more intense than I anticipated. Quite...quite challenging.”

Level 9, and his grin was gone. For once, Jade looked almost human—panicked and wide-eyed. His fingers dug into the table as he gasped, “What is this? Is this...some sort of torture technique?”

You had to fight back laughter as he gave you a rare, pleading look. “Turn it off...please.”

When it finally stopped, Jade blinked rapidly, straightening himself with as much dignity as he could muster. “I’ll admit, I underestimated that. Quite... informative.”

Kalim Al-Asim:

Kalim thought this was going to be fun. Like a game. “Sure! I’ll try it!” he chirped, flashing his bright smile. “This’ll be interesting!”

At level 2, Kalim was still smiling. “It kinda tickles!”

By level 4, his eyes widened. “O-Oh. That’s...that’s a bit tight, huh?”

Level 6 hit, and Kalim’s smile faltered completely. He was gripping the couch cushions, eyes wide with panic. “Wait, wait, wait! It’s like someone’s punching me from the inside!”

Level 8 arrived, and Kalim let out a full-on yelp. “Okay! O-Okay! I-I take it back! This isn’t fun at all!”

You were wheezing with laughter as Kalim squirmed, trying to adjust himself in the chair, like it would somehow lessen the pain. “It feels like my insides are doing a dance but... but not in a good way! Jamil! Help!”

When you finally turned it off, Kalim lay there, panting like he’d just escaped a wild party gone wrong. “Wow. Just... wow. I didn’t know! How do you survive this?”

Rook Hunt:

Of course, Rook approached this experience like everything else in life—with an excessive amount of enthusiasm. “Ah, mon trésor, you wish to grant me the experience of such a unique sensation? Marvelous! I am prepared for anything!”

You hooked him up, and he was practically vibrating with excitement.

At level 2, Rook was still poetic. “Ah, it begins. A subtle whisper of discomfort, like the winds of autumn brushing against one’s skin.”

Level 4. “Ah! A deeper ache, much like the pull of unrequited love! So sharp, so vivid! I feel it in my very core!”

Level 6 hit, and Rook...started sweating. “Oh...oh my, it is as though my very soul is twisting! A veritable storm within me!”

At level 8, Rook clutched his chest dramatically. “Mon dieu! The anguish! How does one continue to live with such torment on a monthly basis? I am in awe of your strength!”

You were practically crying with laughter as Rook, finally humbled, gasped, “Turn it off, s’il vous plaît! My poetic heart cannot take any more of this agony!”

Lilia Vanrouge:

Lilia had lived for centuries. He had fought in wars, seen empires rise and fall, so surely this would be nothing, right? “Ah, this? A pain simulator? How quaint,” he said with a smirk as you set it up.

At level 3, he was still smiling, though you noticed a twitch in his left eye. “Hmph. I’ve had worse.”

Level 5 hit, and Lilia stiffened, his smirk turning into a grimace. “Oh...that’s rather unpleasant.”

Level 7 arrived, and Lilia’s face contorted. He gripped the arms of the chair, his tiny frame shuddering. “This is worse than I thought” he muttered.

At level 9, Lilia—a warrior who had seen millennia—let out a tiny, high-pitched yelp. “STOP! TURN IT OFF! THIS ISN’T RIGHT!”

You immediately turned it off, watching in amusement as Lilia leaned back in his chair, panting. “Well...I didn’t expect that to be my undoing.” He gave you a weary smile. “You are far stronger than I ever gave you credit for.”

Masterlist

[embbarnes]

Be Gentle. | L.H

summary: You feel down so Logan picks you back up.

warnings: Smut 18+ MDNI | Fingering | Cunnilingus | PiV | Unprotected sex | Swearing

a/n: This is pretty short, I haven't been in the mood to write and I had another old thing I wrote but didn't want to go to waste since everyone seems to be enjoying my Logan stuff. I didn't go through it again so if there are any weird parts just ignore it. ;; wc: 2.2k

The day you had was dreary, you haven't felt so exhausted and tired in a long time.

You trudged through your bedroom and practically fell onto the bed, groaning to yourself. The past few days have felt like a waste of time, you hadn't done anything in your free time, you felt like you had no interest in any of the things you enjoyed doing. You felt lazy and like you haven't really accomplished anything, and it ate away at you. You didn't know why you got like this, it was frustrating and annoying to you that you couldn't just make yourself do something. But a simple chore like cleaning up felt so heavy.

Logan knocked once before coming into the room, you both shared the bedroom but he still would give a single knock to announce himself before barging in. He shut the door and eyed you on the bed, his gaze narrowed slightly as he saw how defeated you appeared to be. "What's got ya frustrated, princess..." he walked over, fiddling with his large belt and pulling it out of the belt loops smoothly.

If you weren't so upset, that would've been insanely hot.

You rolled onto your side facing away from him and exhaled. "I just don't feel good..." you muttered quietly. "I feel like everything lately has been so stressful, I have little energy, and the smallest things feel so overwhelming." You weren't sure how he'd react to this, but you hoped he'd understand, or at least sit with you and help you relax.

"Ah, you just need a little relief...I can help ya..." Logan's hand caressed your leg and as much as you adored his touch, there was just something about it today that made you not want it. Your thoughts went to the usual rough sex, which was something you had always loved before. But today was just...not the day for it. He sensed your hesitation and his hand stopped its slow travel over the curve of your hip.

"I get it. You're not feelin' up for it...how about I help you relax a little differently. I can see you're not in the mood for me." He moved his hand to your lower back and gently rubbed it. You sighed, feeling the sore, tense muscles slowly unwind. His hand worked slow and steady, moving across your hips and his thumbs kneaded the muscles around your tailbone. Logan wasn't a jackass, he read you like a book and he was an expert on body language. He could tell that you weren't feeling up for the usual, but a massage couldn't hurt.

You wanted more of his touch, you just didn't feel like being bent in half right now. Logan was a rough guy, and you knew getting into it would mean you'd have to give into the performance. You just didn't have that energy...

"I want to, Logan I just...don't feel good today." You reply defeatedly, your voice muffled a bit into the pillow. Logan's hand moved over to your front and he pulled you against him, your back colliding with his muscular chest.

"I ain't gonna force you. But I can try somethin' else if you want." He spoke slightly softer to you, he moved himself over you and he leaned his nose down, nudging your head and gaining access to your neck. "Just let me try...you'll like it." he whispered against your skin.

It was hard to deny him, besides, he had been patient. You scratched his head, tugging slightly on his tufts. "Fine, fine...just...not hard."

"Don't worry about that..." He kissed your neck slowly, his teeth gave gentle nips instead of biting. "Relax for me...I'll make you feel good." His hands gently moved down your body, undressing you and getting you bare besides your panties. He leaned down and began leaving a trail of kisses from your sternum down to your belly. When he got to your panties, he chuckled, "Aren't these the ones I ripped off?" He asked with am amused, smug smirk.

You, in turn, rolled your eyes. "Yes...god. I bought them again! They were my favorite pair! And you tore them off like you were a crazed man."

"I was crazed that day. You were drivin' me nuts, sweet girl. But you like me like that, 'bout had me drooling over you when I cut them off." He smirked, his finger hooking under the band of fabric and teasingly pulling.

Damn him.

"You can take a breath, I won't rip these ones off. If they mean so much to you." Logan teased further and slowly tugged them down your legs. "You and your expensive fuckin' panties. I've seen how much these damn things are." He tossed them behind him and crawled between your legs. "Open up for me...that's a good girl." He kissed your knee and leaned closer to your core. "I gotcha."

He slowly let his fingers tease you, waiting to see if you'd object before he pushed one inside. You bit your lip and moaned around his thick digit, your hands gripping the sheets beside your hips. "Already squeezin' me tight..." His scruff tickled your inner thigh as he watched your pussy swallow his finger with each slow pump he gave. You held back another soft moan, it felt nice...not too overwhelming, not rough.

His lips wrapped around one of your nipples and he teased it with his tongue, earning him a cute whine and your hand grabbed his hair instinctively. He was doing what he could to keep his movements slow, and he was surprisingly much gentler than you were used to. He never hurt you before, but he's one to get swept up in the lustful passion rather than take his time to really feel and enjoy. That didn't mean he was a bad lover, by any means. He was the only man to ever get you to the finish line, and he made sure of it.

"Feels good," you whispered to him, "Add another," your hips gently lifted into his finger and he immediately obliged, putting another one inside you. It wriggled into your tight hole, feeling the muscles clench his fingers. The second it finally sunk in, your back arched with a pleased groan, and you felt them find your sweet, spongy spot right away. Like they were drawn to it upon being inside you, and he curled them in a slow upwards motion.

You whined below him, his mouth changed to your other nipple, not wanting to leave it out. He suckled gently and nipped along your breasts while he fingered you before he pulled his fingers out and trailed gentle pecks down your body and to your pussy. You felt fuzzy, but in a good way, laying there and letting him take care of you.

His lips connected to your folds and he slowly licked over them, his tongue trailing from your wet entrance up to that precious bud. He suckled on it lightly and listened to those sweet sounds you made. Your hips squirmed as he stimulated your clit, his hands held you firm but not in an overwhelming or rough way like usual. His thumb tapped your hip, telling you to stay still for him.

"Can't...it feels too good," you whined, "You know if it feels too good I can't sit still," your eyes looked down at him and you gently tugged on his hair, trying to get him to come off you. Reluctantly, he did so, strings of saliva keeping him connected to your cunt for several seconds before they broke off.

"Alright, alright sweet girl...ya can't handle too much right now huh?" He moved off and he pulled his top and jeans off, you watched as his abdominal muscles flexed and relaxed, completely unashamed that you were staring. He crawled over you again, his cock heavy and erect. He sat up a little, holding one of your legs as he guided himself to rub on you. His cock moving up and down between your folds and getting slicked up for easy penetration.

You whined, each time his head poked your clit it made you shiver. Your breaths came out in gentle pants, biting your lip while you watched his fat head beading. Precum oozed out of him, coating your throbbing clit in hot fluid. Your breath had picked up from the short gasps, and he put his hand on your belly. "I'll be easy. I don't wanna ruin you...for once." He leaned forward with a soft smirk, his cock adjusted and pressed against your entrance. Slowly, he pushed himself inside, pressing into you further and further until he was hilted.

You held back a soft hiss, it always stung a little with him. He was thick, and even when he was slow, your pussy always had to stretch a bit. "Ahh...fuck, Logan..." you whined, your hands let go of the bedsheets and grabbed onto him. He paused, looking at you as you got used to his size. The burn of being stretched so much was fading, you felt so full when he was inside you.

You loved the feeling after all the discomfort was gone.

You braced for him to thrust hard and fast, but he slowly pulled out and pushed back in, steady and controlled. He held your legs open, watching your wet pussy take him, your creamy arousal making his pubic hair sticky as it dripped down his balls. "Good girl...just like that. You're doing so good," Logan let out a shaky breath, his hips stayed moving at the controlled speed he set so you could really feel every little detail of his dick.

The veins on the sides, the shape of his head, how your walls adjusted and squeezed him to memorize all those little things...

You let out a broken cry, it felt incredible, like electricity shooting through your body with each gentle thrust. His head kisses your cervix each time, precum leaking out in thick beads, gifting your velvet walls more lubricant and fluid. Logan leaned over you a bit, his hands moving to hold your hips once again as he kissed you, his lips moving against yours sensually while he thrusted.

He eventually picked up some speed, your cries picked up with his thrusts and your hands came to his shoulders. His cock moving a bit faster felt amazing after such languid movements, you found yourself needing more after him being so slow. You wrapped your legs around his hips and he leaned over your body even more, angling himself a bit deeper while he lifted your hips up. His cock moved in and out against all the right spots, sending shooting waves of pleasure through your body. It was fogging your mind as you grew closer and closer to your orgasm.

"Logan, oh god...I'm so close, just...a little more..." You managed, your breathing was a bit heavy and you kept making sweet moans and gentle cries for him, unable to stop yourself. He nodded with you, his arms wrapping around you in a big hug as he pulled you up. He fell onto his ass, you now in his lap as he ground you against him, his pubic hair rubbing your clit so damn good.

You let out a louder cry, your bodies grinding against one another while his cock pulsed and throbbed inside your comforting walls, squeezing and milking him desperately, needing him to fill you up. As stressed as you were today, this was such a good way to relieve it. Feeling him hold you, his cock stretching you out, his hot breath on your neck.

"M'close, sweetheart, gonna fill you up good..." Logan groaned against your skin, his arms tightly wrapped around your midsection as his hips desperately jut upward. You cried out on pleasure, your clit being assaulted by his pubic hair and it was enough to make you cum on his dick, squeezing him just enough to send him over shortly after you. He let out a deep, guttural moan and he snapped his hips up, rolling you on him as he came inside you.

His cum shot deep into your womb and drooled out of you, coating his dick and balls in his own thick cum, staining the sheets where he was sitting. "Nngh, fuck," Logan groaned, finally stopping the desperate thrusts now that his climax had washed over him. He held you tight and close to his body, breathing heavily with you. You were completely out of it, it felt like all the awful stress you had felt was gone, and you could immerse in all of him.

His body, his touch, his scent. Logan made it better.

"Let's get ya cleaned up now...stained the damn sheets enough, you're gonna leak out when I pull out." Logan grunted with a smirk, "Well...guess you already are." He chuckled, feeling the hot seed oozing out of you despite his cock still plugging you up. "How do you feel now, princess..." He glanced at you, his rough hand rubbed your cheek, admiring your disheveled appearance.

"Good...I...good...." you slurred, holding onto him tighter. "Five more minutes...don't pull out yet..." You whined, your voice soft and desperate. Logan was a little taken aback, but he knew you had been having a hard time so who was he to deny you something so simple as a few more minutes of this? Besides, the way your pussy twitched around him felt incredible, knowing he made you pulse with aftershocks.

"Alright, alright...five more minutes..."

Thanks for reading - em 🌿

Dividers by @/strangergraphics | Image screenshot and cropped from movie.

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Curling Iron *ೃ༄

Summary: based on @abq654 request! "Hi!! I don't know if you take request but if you do.. can you please do something like.. reader covered in hickey and next day, the wags ask her about it.. and she says it's curling iron.. and then drivers enter into room.. and wags greet lando like "hi curling iron".. or something like that!!"

𐙚 ln x reader ✮⋆˙

𐙚 fluff + humour + slightly suggestive ✮⋆˙

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curling iron pt.2

your back was against the door before you could even realise what was going on. lando's lips had attached to your neck and his kisses and bites and licks were more than enough for your brain to melt. he was everywhere. you could feel him everywhere, and yet you wanted to feel more of him.

he groaned as his hands wandered and you let breathy moans. everything in that moment felt perfect. well, not as perfect as you would've preferred since the two of you were currently in his driver's room and not back at the hotel. but your hot, rich boyfriend had his hot, rich job to do, so the two of you took the opportunities that the universe presented.

his hands were on the button of your pants, and his lips on your neck, and just as things were about to get good, someone knocked on his door.

"lando, let's go, we've got media!" the person outside sounded urgent. he needed to go.

lando's forehead was pressed against yours as the two of you tried to catch your breath. lando's hands withdrew from your waist, and he leaned back to look at you.

"i'm so sorry," he whispered.

you smiled, shaking your head at him, "don't worry about it, bub. you've got a job to do. we'll have the whole night back at the hotel,"

lando smiled, kissing you softly once, twice, thrice. "i'll see you soon, yeah?"

you nodded, "i'm gonna sit with lily and carmen,"

he kissed your forehead, and said, "i'll come find you," just as another knock came. sighing, lando turned around and left to do his hot, rich job.

fixing your clothes and your hair, you left the driver's room as well, making your way to the VIP section to join lily and carmen. you spotted them quote easily, and walked through the crowd to where they sat.

"hey, guys," you greeted.

"y/n!" they exclaimed almost in unison. you smiled.

you took a seat beside them and joined in on their conversation. the world was bustling, and there were multiple tv screens displaying the track, the media pen, and any interview happening.

just as lando's interview came on screen, carmen's said, "what happened there?"

you turned and looked at her, confused. she pointed at your neck. frowning, you felt your neck, and the little sting of a bruise made you realise exactly what carmen was asking.

eyes wide, you stammered, "oh, just a curling iron mishap, nothing else,"

neither lily, nor carmen mentioned that your hair currently did not have curls and were in their natural wavy state, and instead just nodded, pretending to buy your lie.

the three of you fell into conversation again, and you tried your best to hide the not-so-little hickey that lando had left.

later, when all their duties were over, alex, george, and lando made their way over to the three of you. they had changed and the three of them seemed ready to go home. so were you.

"hey, curling iron," lily said nonchalantly, as you choked on your water.

lando looked at the two of you, confused, "what?"

carmen and lily's smirks were enough to make you sigh. facing lando, you moved your hair to show him just what he had done. lando laughed, shrieking and loud and you knew you couldn't be annoyed with him for more than three seconds. leaning forward, he pressed a light kiss on the hickey, seeming proud of himself.

"you can't do things like these, lan!" you insisted.

"why not? so i was having some fun with my girlfriend. big deal." he said.

"i agree. at least your boyfriend wants to have fun with you. mine forgets about me as soon as he sees either of these two boys," carmen grumbled, causing everyone to laugh.

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yourusername: boyfie's choice of celebration tonight!

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user1 "boyfie" my heart 😩😩😩😩😩

landonorris the best kind of celebration

lnfour LFGGGG P2

user2 i thought drivers weren't allowed to eat junk???

user3 stfu

carmenmundt curling iron on podium 💪🏻

lilymhe so proud of our curling iron

user4 curling iron??? what is happening??? is that his codename???

user6 why tf would they call him curling iron?

user5 i need this gossip please

user7 LANDO P2 HELL YEAH

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hi! i hope you like this! i added a little smau as well, cause i felt like it 🤷🏻‍♀️ i've also got a link for my taglist and requests that you can find here!

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alone together

Seth Clearwater x reader

summary: your boyfriend doesn't realise his own strength. it doesn't usually bother you until you realise that he's leaving something more permanent with his hugs || warnings: bruises, being loved to death, mentions of insecurity (like one sentence), characters aged up to like 18ish || word count: 921 || masterlist

The moment Seth imprinted on you, he knew the rest of his life would be perfect. He'd heard from the others how amazing it felt to find your imprint but no one truly prepared him for when he first saw you. You'd been friends before he shifted but when he saw you again months after that, when he truly saw you, it was like nothing else in the world.

You spent almost every evening at the Clearwater's, your own parents understanding how much Seth meant to you. He quickly became your everything, your day was never good unless you saw him. And your day was never perfect until you were wrapped up in one of his hugs.

"Better?" His arms wrapped around you until they were pressing into your skin. Sometimes you needed to feel like your body wasn't yours, that you and him were one and the same so that his perfectness might rub off on you.

You hum in response, burrowing further into his neck and relishing in his warmth. The pair of you are sitting on the sofa at his house, simply taking time to be with each together without needing to do anything else. "Just a rough day."

His touch sooths you as his comforting weight around your midsection deepens and calms the feeling crawling through your chest. "You wanna talk about it?" His voice is muffled against you but the concern in it has your heart melting.

"No. It's getting better."

"Happy to help."

Almost a week later you're helping Leah bake some cookies for the pack at her house. Seth's out on patrol with a few of the other boys. You lean against the counter before going back to upright with a hiss of pain.

"You okay?"

Your eyes widen as you turn to Leah. "Yeah. It's fine."

"It doesn't sound fine."

"It's just a bruise."

Leah seems to relax that it's not serious. "Oh. How did you bruise your side? Fell off the bike or what?"

You laugh at her suggestion but don't answer the question.

"How'd you do it?"

"Um... It's from Seth."

"From my brother Seth? Your imprint? My little brother Seth?" Leah's face turned cold as her mind ran to the worst possibility.

"Not on purpose!" You're trying to reassure her but it only makes her more suspicious. "I had a rough day at work and stuff ad I just needed him to hold me. But with his wolf strength I guess he hugs a little too tight. I didn't even notice until a couple days ago."

Leah ran her hands through her hair, pulling at it slightly as she processed what she heard. "Does he know?"

"I don't want him to worry. Or not hug me because of it."

"Show me."

Slowly, you pull up the hem of your shirt, revealing the bruised and inflamed skin of your side and bottom of your ribs.

Leah has a sharp intake of breath as she sees the extent on your injury. "We might need to tell my mom about this."

You pull your shirt back down, gently wrapping your arms around you as if to shield yourself. "It's fine." You dismiss.

"It's really not." Leah argues. "Just let her check."

She's not giving in anytime soo so you concede. "Okay. But I don't think she can do anything about it. She's just gonna tell me to put a heat pack on it, which is why I have Seth."

Seth, at that very moment, comes back from patrol and waltzes in. "What do you have me for?" He presses a kiss to your forehead, wrapping an arm around your waist. It takes everything in you to not hiss as he rests his hand on the bruise as Leah raises an eyebrow at you.

"Don't worry about it." You kiss him back, letting you senses be surrounded by him for a moment before Leah clears her throat.

"It's not nothing. Tell him."

Seth, ever oblivious, asks "Tell me what?"

You sigh, reaching for the hem of your shirt but not lifting it yet. "You know how I had a rough day last week?"

"Yeah..."

"And you hugged me really tight cos I asked you to?"

"Yeah."

"It kinda left a bruise. But it's fine! Leah's making it out to be a much bigger deal than it is and all I need is my personal hot water bottle and it'll be healed in no time." You lift the hem of your shirt to show him and Seth immediately starts fussing.

"Babe, this is a big bruise."

"It doesn't hurt that bad." Just at that moment Seth rests his hand on top and you can't stop the groan you let out. "...Only when I touch it."

"I want my mom to look at it."

"That's what I said!" Leah cried.

The two siblings started talking over one another about the best thing to do, whether they should go right now, whether you should even move or if it's best for you to go to bed. Their voices grew louder than just talking and you felt yourself shrinking back from them.

"I'm sorry."

Seth's mood immediately charges as he cups your face. "You don't need to be sorry for anything, okay? I'm sorry I did this to you."

"I don't want you to be sorry."

"Why don't we just go upstairs and cuddle, yeah? More gently this time."

You nod in response.

"Mom can have a look later. Let's just do nothing."

"Do nothing together?"

"Of course."