#WE'RE NEARING THE PART I'VE BEEN LOOKING FORWARD TO

[aestherin]

will update tonight hehe (i think😚)

[nonotnolan]

Rush Week

You develop a special sort of bond with a guy when you've swapped bodies and you're touching each other's dick. It's the justification that Sigma Epsilon Chi gave for their partnership with Cuerpo Inc. during rush week, and I had to admit it makes sense. More to the point, Sig-Ep is THE frat to be in, so I knew I was going to do whatever it took to become a member, hazing be damned.

My face has never been much to look at-- my ears have always been huge, my hair is hopelessly curly, and I think my features are more rugged than handsome. I certainly don't have legacy money or family connections. I pledged with the hope that my muscles or my vibes would get me a ticket in, and I was so relieved to get that offer letter.

They said the house would swap bodies at random for the weekend, but I know that the machinery they use allows you to specify certain swaps and randomize others. I was convinced one of the upperclassmen will be taking my body while I ended up in some twig body for maximum embarrassment... and I wasn't wrong.

Henry is... he's a good guy, honestly. His parents are loaded and he can eat damn near anything and it doesn't affect his figure. I've never been fashion forward, so having access to his closet has been wild. The guy actually owns a sewing machine! He's also one of those guys who is never seen without product in his hair-- he actually left me instructions on how to take care of it. I can only imagine what he's gonna do in my low maintenance body-- all I own are tank tops and gym shirts. I'm half-expecting to come back to a new wardrobe and a manicure. But holy hell, the dude is thin and lanky in ways I didn't think was possible. I hope he enjoys having some actual meat on his bones.

The biggest thing is that Henry is gay. Which, you know, that's totally cool by me! More chicks for the rest of us. But once I was put into his body, seeing all of my fellow bros roaming around shirtless and feeling up their new muscles... I don't know how Henry can wear these skinny jeans all the time. I was rock-hard within minutes and it physically hurt to have my new eight inches constrained by denim. I almost feel guilty, giving him the shorter end of the stick.

I'm pretty sure Henry is an insatiable bottom, so all of that size seems wasted but... what can you do? Anyway, we're allowed to hook up this weekend as long as we use condoms and... when else am I gonna have this opportunity, you know? If I don't take this chance, I'm gonna be consumed by the 'what if's forever. Also the part where I'm horny as fuck in his body.

Lucky for me, whoever ended up in Joey's body was giving me the side-eye the whole time we were at the opening mixer, so I don't think it will take much effort to get my dick wet. His body has the type of smooth skin I've always envied, and I'm honestly jealous at how handsome his face looks. He's got a dirty blonde dye job that plays into his charm, and his muscles are... well, they might be bigger than mine. My real muscles, anyway.

"You wanna head upstairs to my room?" Joey asked, grabbing my bulge in his hand. He flashed a dazzling grin, and I could feel myself swooning from the confidence. God, I wanted him so bad. But Joey was just a Sophomore, which meant he still had one of the smaller bedrooms.

"My room," I said, shaking my head. A thought crossed my mind, and once again I figured I may as well follow the impulse. I threw my arms around Joey's neck and jumped into his arms. He stumbled a bit, but pretty soon his arms were hooked underneath my body to support my weight. So many of my friends back home did that all the time, and now I understood why they found it addicting. I leaned in close enough for him to feel the heat of my breath as I whispered into his ear, "I want you inside me."

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"I really needed that," I said, putting some clothes back on after the most intense session of my life. "Can't say that I had ever imagined getting fucked by a man before, but, uhh... I enjoyed it, it was good. Hopefully that was good for you, too?" I could feel myself starting to blush. "I've never been a gay man before, but I think I got the hang of it there at the end."

"Bro, you were great, don't even worry about it," Joey said, resting a comforting hand on my shoulder. "But, uhh... what do you mean, you've never been a gay man before?"

I paused, trying to figure out whether or not he was messing with me. "I mean... I'm in Henry's body right now? It's me, Matty. I'm not actually gay. But, you know... when in Rome."

He just laughed at me. "Bro, that's not how it works. Attraction is all in the brain. Like... yeah, the real Henry is out and proud, but you being in his body doesn't make you gay. If you were into that, you've always been into dudes. You were just too afraid to admit it."

His face was all smiles, but his words felt like a punch to the gut. "Wait, but... I can't be gay, I've had girlfriends, I..." I tried to come up with some sort of defense, but nothing came to mind. I thought I was caught up in what other guys looked like because I was jealous. Was that just some warped form of attraction? "Are you sure the swap works like that?"

Joey wrapped me in a warm hug. "I'm sure. Sorry, bro. Didn't mean to give you a existential crisis. I thought you knew. You may not be gay, if it helps? You might be, like... Bi or Pan instead. And no one's gonna make you pick a label right away. Take your time, see what feels right."

He had a point. Being attracted to dudes wasn't limited to just gay men. And anyway, it's not like being gay would be a bad thing. I just... I didn't think it was me. "Hey, thanks bro," I said, hugging him back. "And... sorry if I sounded insulting. There's nothing wrong with being gay, I just didn't think... well, I'll definitely have to figure out my, uhh... my truth, I guess."

I started lowering my hands back down to his ass, and pretty soon we were making out again. "Hey, are you sure this is what you want?" Joey asked, pausing as I started to strip again. "Feels like you're moving fast, and I want to make sure you're not, like... pressured or whatever."

"Yeah, I'm sure," I replied, smiling at him. "You're the one who told me to see what feels right. That was my first time having sex with a dude, and it felt pretty good. So I think I'm gonna have sex with a guy for a second time. See what happens."

He smiled back, and I could feel myself melt. I don't know who's in Joey's body right now, but I hope it's someone hot. There's no way we aren't hooking up once we swap back.

[bigassmoonchild]

Maple Syrup

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: All you needed was to contain the aphrodisiac, make an antidote just in case, and go home. But working with the 141 was never that simple, and now you and Ghost would find out how it worked. Up close and personal.

Content Tags: Vague kidnapping near the beginning, Sex Pollen, Smut, PiV Sex, Fingering, Fuck or Die, Mild Dubious Consent (consent is gained after pollen gets inhaled), No use of Y/N, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alpha! Ghost

A/N: Honest to god, I've been trying to write a story based on this thought alone. I can't even get it started but maybe this will get me. There also needs to be more Omegaverse written for COD, there can be some interesting stuff from it. Lmk if you want more of this, i'm exhausted <3 (p.s. I've changed the summary like, 10 times and idk how to feel about it)

Next, Headcannons, Masterlist

"Gaz, are we clear to enter?" Ghost asked into the comms. Gaz had gone into the building first, alongside Soap, to clear out the path you and Ghost would take. It was almost a straight shot, it felt too easy to get to the weapon you were there for. Maple Syrup, they had called it, even though it was an airborne weapon. You could hear a few shouts of a language, it sounded Russian but you weren't entirely sure, but you didn't have long to dwell on it as they stopped with a few gunshots.

Another few grunts came through before Gaz finally responded. "We're all clear in here, we still need to sweep a few rooms closer to Docs target, but you should be good to enter," he answered. Ghost nodded at you and led the way in, gun resting on his shoulder as he looked every which way. You knew it was a safety precaution, but you trusted Gaz.

You always trusted easily, it was in your nature. You were an Omega, and having trust in the people meant to protect you felt natural. You trusted your pack, even if you hadn't been a part of it for too long.

Maybe you shouldn't trust as easily.

Ghost shoved you into the wall next to you and started firing, bullets whistling past your ears as you ducked low. It reeked of sex, of Alphas and Omegas in heat or rut. Even through the military grade suppressant you could smell it, and it hurt. Ghost ducked around the corner, more gunshots echoing before a grunt came from him, and you heard the sound of a body dropping.

You didn't think before rounding that corner, seeing Ghost on the ground unmoving shook you. You ran your hands over him to feel for blood, but you couldn't see or feel anything. By the time you got to his shoulders, you found a needle trapped between his vest and arm, right in the meaty part of his inner-most shoulder. You plucked it off of him without thinking, tossing it to the side before pressing to feel for anything left inside.

You hadn't noticed the people advancing behind you, had ignored the calling from the comms or footsteps coming from the same direction Gaz and Soap were supposed to be in, but you felt the prick of the needle on your back. With a shout, you fell forwards, catching yourself from falling face first into the ground. You attempted to crawl forwards, get away from the men approaching from the back, but the medication they pumped into you caught up quicker than you could move.

It was with a groan that you sat up, swallowing thickly at the sickly sweet taste in your mouth. You tried wiping your face, but your hands moved slower than they felt, missing twice before wiping the area around your mouth. Pulling your hand back, a thin, dark red coating came back on them. You blinked hard, trying to remember what you had come here for.

The Maple Syrup mist. You couldn't remember much else about it, your mind moving at about the same speed as the namesake for the pollen-like substance. It was airborne. You knew that. There was something especially dangerous about it that a lot of the countries who knew about it wanted it gone. You were hired to make sure that no matter what happened, there was an anti-dote for it.

Something like that.

You blinked back into it when the door to wherever you were creaked open. You glanced up slowly, blinking at the men who entered and grabbed you, speaking loudly at you. What were they talking about? It wasn't Russian, you hadn't been in Russia or near any of their allies when you'd been grabbed.

You wouldn't understand it, your mind was moving at half the speed they were dragging you at. A few twists and turns, some scattered conversation floating around, and being dropped twice was what it took for you to be tossed into a similar room as your first. You laid face first on the ground, the cold helping to clear your head slightly.

Small cramps started in your back, twinging you every few seconds. A voice came over a loudspeaker, whatever they were saying it was something they were very pleased with. You turned, slowly, onto your back before crawling backwards to lean onto the wall behind you.

Maple Syrup. What the hell about it was so important they sent the 141 after it? Something something, military grade suppressants. The suppressants. Maple Syrup could break through military grade suppressants. You groaned, the cramps moving through your back and into your stomach. You could feel the heat, all-encompassing, starting to wash over you.

A loud, long creak echoed from the area to your left, and your head dropped to your shoulder as you turned it to look at the wall. A scent came wafting from the slowly opening crack in the wall, growing headier as the walls fully opened up. It was musky, with leather and tobacco, hints of the gunpowder you often smelled back on base. It made your mouth water.

The groan from the corner directly next to you startled you back into the present. As your eyes adjusted to the new lighting between the two rooms, a dark shape became clearer in the corner. A skull mask was lying tossed a few meters from it, and as your vision cleared up more, you could tell it was Ghost.

His head hardly moved as his eyes found yours, staring through you from beneath the balaclava.

"What's the verdict, Doc?" He grumbled, deep in his throat.

"Dosed with Maple Syrup," you whispered back, and his head fell back down between his legs.

A short, harsh sound came from him, it had to be a laugh, "then what's gonna happen to us?"

"When was your last natural rut?" You looked at him, licking your dried lips. You could see his head move sharply from your peripheral, his eyes flittering up and down. He shook his head, another dry laugh coming from him.

"It's that bad?" You nodded. "Probably since I took my last, longer leave. I think it was four or five years ago, but I don't remember," you blinked slowly. The levels of androstenone in him would be high, especially without a rut to keep him leveled, and the Maple Syrup would only force him to produce more. Too much, and he'd die of something. Whether it would be heat stroke, or dehydration you had no idea.

"If you don't pop a knot or two, you'll die. Heat stroke, maybe dehydration, but you'll die. I don't know the exact amount of androstenone inside of you, but if it gets too high you could be forced into a feral rut," you glanced over at him, his eyes scrunched shut, a low groan coming from his throat. He glanced back up to you, his eyes softened and fear started to lace his scent.

Ghost shook his head. "If I go feral, I'll kill you. I can't, Doc, I don't wanna kill you," his voice grew more strained as his sentence wore on.

"I'll be fine," you gave him a soft smile. "I'm going to go into heat, and if I don't get a knot, I'll die. I don't know if the weapon shit is able to counteract the birth control part of the suppressants, but I don't feel good. I need you to fuck me, Ghost," you whispered the last part. He shook his head. "You have my permission, so it's up to you to act," you swallowed again, eyes shutting as sweat beaded down your neck.

It was getting hot. Too hot, and you could feel your slick pooling and soaking through your pants. You could smell it, and you knew he could smell it. You could hear the panting breaths he took, the grunts he let out. A long, low growl came from him and his heavy steps inched closer to you.

Ghost grabbed you by the back of your neck, shoving you forward into the ground and scenting your throat deeply. He tore at the neck of your shirt, ripping it to let him get more of your scent. He licked a long line, sucking into the base of your neck softly as his teeth grazed along it.

He stuffed his fingers under your pants and panties, leaving you whining as two of his fingers brushed past your clit and buried into you. Even feral, the Alpha was trying to take care of you. They curled and pressed against you, leaving you writhing under him as you whined for more.

Pleasure blossomed in your abdomen, the heel of his hand grazing against your clit with each pump his fingers made, leaving you throbbing around his fingers. Ghost was able to get one more finger in you, nosing up your neck before sucking a dark hickey into your neck, teeth grazing along your neck and nipping you here and there, soothing it with a lick.

He tugged his fingers out of you, dragging your pants and panties down before shoving his down as well. He rutted his cock against your folds, soaking himself in your slick before sliding inside of you. A long, loud moan tore out of your throat as he kept sliding further and further into you, bottoming out with a growl from him.

Writhing against him with your mouth hanging open, he dragged himself out of you before rutting back in. Your nails scratched against the floor beneath you, you could feel your heartbeat in your clit and Ghost against your back.

Licking and sucking at your scent gland, Ghost dragged his face against it and growling. You could feel him throb inside of you, heat flooding you with his cum. A long whine came from your throat, hips pushing back and out against him as his fingers found your clit, rubbing in soft but quick strokes. Heat shredded through your abdomen, sliding through the rest of your body as your orgasm tore through your body.

You could feel your clit pulse with each heartbeat, his fingers not waning from stroking it, shocks flowing through you with each stroke. You thought you could feel tears pouring down your face, mouth wide open as you groaned. Ghost pulled out, letting you drop to the ground on your stomach before he flipped you over, pulling your legs to his shoulders and rocking his cock back inside of you.

Dropping your head back, your mouth still gaped open as he filled you once more. You could feel his knot catching onto you each time he thrust, leaving you whining. Ghost dropped back down, mouthing at your scent gland once more, leaving his open for your own mouth.

Pushing his balaclava away from his gland, you took licks of his for yourself. He tasted good, so good, his scent flooding into your mouth, you had to pull back just enough so that you could breathe. He grunted with each thrust, his abdomen brushing against your clit with every other thrust, your legs pushed into your chest.

Each thrust left you whining for more, faster, harder even if he couldn't hear or understand you through the feral rut. You felt tears pooling in your eyes again, dripping down your face as you gasped with each thrust, cunt throbbing around him as his knot caught more and more with every thrust until he couldn't pull out anymore. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you felt a sharp, stinging pain radiate from your neck before it heated into what almost felt like agonizing pleasure.

It burned white hot and you clawed at his arms, hips bucking against his, which were just barely thrusting against you, trying to pump you full and pump deep.

When he finally released your neck, he let out a long groan as his own orgasm seemed to finally wash over him. Ghost let his head drop to your shoulder, his hips trying to thrust harder and you couldn't stop yourself from biting down on his own gland in turn.

It was hard to see the way his mouth dropped open under the balaclava and his eyes roll back, but from what you could see it left you moaning against his neck.

It took you a few minutes to come back to when you released his neck. All you could taste those few minutes was Ghost, nothing more. You had to gasp for actual oxygen as his taste nearly embedded itself in your mouth.

From the moment you released his neck, to the moment you became more aware of what was happening, he had adjusted you to sitting in his lap with his back against the wall. You could hear him talking, but your mind was gone. There wasn't pain, but you weren't entirely comfortable. Your neck was sore, and your cunt was still throbbing around him.

He nuzzled your neck, lapping at your now marked gland.

Ghost wasn't entirely sure what would happen, neither of you would be able to hide the marks and even so, he would have to report this. He figured it wouldn't matter, for now, he could wait to figure everything out until you got medevacked and taken care of. Price would know what to do, he always did.

Next

[dark-night-hero]

Imagine being the twin traveller older siblings featuring honkai characters.

Imagine being in one of the planets that the trio, Dan Heng, March 7th and the trailblazer just happened to dropped by upon having some errands to un when they happened to come across you, You who was going planet to planet hopin to find your younger siblings, a twin that have been gone missing for some time now.

Imagine upon interaction, they find you quite intimidating. Your first meeting was after all, not very pleasant but thanks to you managing to put them out of troubles they would have been facing just like their other ventures. This might be the first time they manage to get out of trouble so quickly because of you. That might also be the reason why they somehow come to pursue you into tagging along with them, hoping to help you find the world your younger siblings where.

"You know, I'm starting to keep like I only came here to be the babysitter of this group. I should have taken upon Welt's offer to stay with him back in the express." "Hey! We're not kids!" "Yes, yes. Just a bunch of troublemaking idiots." You laugh as if the four of you aren't basically surrounded and accused of some shit. Then a figure on the corner of your eyes caught your attention but before you could even say a thing, a ball was thrown and a cloud of smoke soon appeared. Oh here goes another fucking trouble.

Imagine being put in a troublesome situation was nothing knew to you. With your younger siblings constantly causing troubles here and there whenever they were to venture another world, you were used to cleaning up their mess, just like who you decided to watch out for these dumbass trio. Looking at near distance as the trio converse happily with each other, talkig about the missions and experiences they have experienced in the other planet you've been through. You cannot help but to stare longingly.

"I hope they aren't too much to handle." It was Welt. "Oh them? Not really." You chuckle, looking to your side to find the man in there. "My siblings were far more troublesome than they are." "Sounds like they messed up alot." "They do... In fact there was this one time were they..."

"Oh fuck." You quickly look down and took a quick step behind Dan Heng. "???" "What's wrong?" The trio looked back worried at you when you urge them to look forward. "I just remember I've been here before." "Is there something that matter about that?" "Yes!" You shouted but quick cover your mouth. You shouldn't have accompanied them in this place. "You see that man in there? That's one of my ex." "Ex???" "Your ex is the Dozing General?!" "Yes! Now hush before he remember me!"

"The kids are rather worried." "Were they? Sweet." You reply with a chuckle. "Are you okay?" "I... I am okay." You sigh before looking away from the endless stars outside the express. "Are you sure?" Welt asked, eyes meeting yours that seems to bring comfort into you. "I... I'm just worried about my siblings. I had this feeling... I kept feeling off nowadays... I'm worried that something bad happened to them..." You said with a rather defeated sigh before once again looking back to the stars. "It makes me wonder if things would have been different if I came with them when they asked me too. They're not kids anymore, but still, having me with them might bring some difference, you know? If only I wasn't stubborn maybe I would know where they have gone to. If only..." "Hey, I'm sure they're alright. Okay? They're safe. We'll find them soom enough, okay?"

Imagine it was finally the time to say goodbye. With the trio and Welt sending you off, you smile at them before chuckling. "It was nice meeting you all." "Do you really have to go?" "Really March? Of course they have to go." "But do they really need to go?" Trailblazer pout causing you to laugh. "Yes kiddo, unfortunately I need to go, alone this time." Turning away from the trio. "I'll get going now. Please do send her my regards and apologies for parting without her on sight." "Alright. May you have a great journey ahead of you."

Imagine feeling your siblings closed by, although there was no visible planet on sight. You knew where they are. You've been there before after all, so who would have ever thought that that is where they have gone by. Why Teyvat of all world to choose from? That world is quite, complicated. Bounded by some unwanted rules and principles. And by the looks of it, given their scattered energy, your gut feeling was right to feel like something was off from the moment you lost contact with them.

Imagine with a little bit of regret but endless of good memories you have. You smile at them and bid your goodbye for the last time saying, "If chances permits I'd be happy to come aboard again." And then you disappeared. Only to appear as another falling star on the land of teyvat.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2023°

: Now I want to make a whole ass ff story about this. A genuine cross over but I barely played honkai and barely know about it's lore sjhfjsjshksjdhdjsk so yeah, did I fucked up or nah?

[spellbook246]

Different Ghost cultures

I know a common headcanon is for it to be taboo in the Ghost Zone to ask about/talk about a ghost's death, and I can see why people would avoid a sensitive topic like that...but I think we're looking at it from a North American standpoint. We don't like to talk about death, it's scary and brings up a lot of emotions so we try to avoid it and focus on life. Most of the ghosts we meet on the show likely lived (and died) somewhere in the U.S.A. That makes sense.

However different cultures have different views on death.

Take Mexico for example: They have a whole holiday about death, they go to cemeteries, talk about deceased loved ones and there are skulls everywhere.

But it's not a stoic or sad holiday, it's a joyous one.

It's not dark and dreary, it's colorful and festive.

They laugh and celebrate, leave gifts at ofrendas, and look forward to their deceased relatives visiting. How would that affect the ghosts who grew up not fearing death, but who simply see it as another part of life? I think they would be more open to discussing their deaths and have better interactions with the living.

The Ghost Zone or Infinite Realms are... infinite. Danny, and we, have only seen the areas of it near the Fenton Portal. There's no way the rules, culture, and beliefs are the exact same across the realms.

IDK, it's just something I've been thinking about lately and I'd like to get other people's perspectives on it.

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Jumping into your inbox with a request babe!!

Could you possibly write ‘car sex’ with Tony??? Young or not, that’s up to you!

Thank you 🌸

A wild ride

PAIRING || Boyfriend!Young!Tony Stark x Girlfriend!Pregnant!Fem!Reader

WORDCOUNT || ~ 875 words

SUMMARY || You recently discovered that you're carrying Tony's baby, and while life has changed drastically for you both, you're also settling into a comfortable routine. Tony has taken you to a food festival tonight, and you'll seal the night with lovemaking under the stars and fireworks.

RATING || Explicit (E)

TAGS || Young!Tony Stark AU. Pregnancy fic. Explicit sexual content.

SMUT || Pregnancy kink. Breeding kink. Dirty talk. Semi-public sex. Car sex. Clothed sex. Unprotected sex (Wrap it before you tap it!). Cream pie. Aftercare.

A/N || This drabble is part of Nicoline's Summer of Drabbles. The drabble takes place during the events of Reveal, but can be read as a standalone. This was such a cute and fun story to write, and I always enjoy taking a look in their dynamic before they had children! This is proofread by the amazing @ccbsrmsf1, for which I’m very thankful 🤍

Photo: @ccbsrmsf1 || All other graphics are made by @nicoline1998enilocin

Main Masterlist || Tony Stark || Young!Tony Stark || Summer of Drabbles

It's been almost two weeks since you discovered you're pregnant with Tony’s baby. While it was a huge shock at first, you're both settling into a routine that allows you to enjoy it as much as possible.

Tonight, Tony has driven you both to a small town near New York, where they're hosting a week-long food festival. After trying all the delicious food, you're now seated in the large trunk of his car on a blanket, some pillows, and some more food you two bought at the festival, ready for the fireworks to begin.

"Y'know, I still can't believe we're having a baby next year! Out of all the things I thought I would experience when I am 21, this surely isn't one of them," you tell Tony, your hand splayed over your small bump.

"Neither can I, Sunshine, but knowing I'm going to have a baby with someone as amazing as you make every second worth it. They'll be the perfect addition to our lives and a beautiful mix of our shared love, too," Tony says as he puts his hand next to yours. The butterflies in your stomach go wild at his words, and a smile adorns your features as you listen to him.

"You're right. I look forward to seeing the little feet kicking me in a few months! It's going to be amazing, My Love." You give him a soft kiss on his lips, and he's shifting uncomfortably as you pull away, making you raise a brow at him.

"Sorry, it's just... Whenever I think of you with a large belly and boobs about three times the size they are now, I'm instantly getting hard," he confesses with a deep red blush on his cheeks, making you chuckle at the cuteness.

"Is that so? Well, maybe we should do something about that then. There's no one around for miles to spot us, and I've been craving you and your delicious cock all day," you tell him in a steady voice, though the nerves are practically soaring through your body at the confession.

"Please," he breathes out, his pupils taking over most of his dark brown eyes as his lust starts to grow, making the hunger for him inside you grow along with it. Before you know it, Tony's comfortably lying on his back as you're straddling him, his achingly hard cock lined up with your dripping, needy heat.

"God, I can't wait to fill you up again, Sunshine. Keep you pregnant all the time with my babies," he groans as you sink onto his cock, stretching you to perfection while soft moans tumble from your lips. His hands are gripping your dress tightly as you take all of him.

As you set a slow, comfortable pace, your brows are pulled together, lifting yourself before sinking again. Your hands lie on his chest as your gaze is locked on your boyfriend. Behind you, the fireworks are turning the sky into a beautiful display of colors, though neither of you pays any attention to it.

"You feel so good, Sunshine, taking my cock like a good little slut," he grumbles with a smirk, which makes you clench around him, a whine leaving your lips as the moment feels more intense than ever before. Anyone walking could technically see you by only adding fuel to your fire as you bend down, capturing Tony's lips in a bruising kiss as your tongues fight for dominance.

"C-close, Tony," you moan as you pull away, and he takes the hint as he plants his feet on the floor of the car, his hips setting an almost bruising pace that has you seeing stars in no time. In time with the giant finale of the fireworks, you cum around his cock with a loud shout of your boyfriend's name, and he spills every last drop of his cum inside you as well, painting your walls white.

As you collapse on top of him, he's whispering sweet words in your ear, his hands rubbing your back soothingly until you've both come down from your highs. Once you've regained your strength, you push yourself up to look into your boyfriend's eyes again, and you can't help but smile at the pink tint on his cheeks.

You climb off his lap before reaching for some baby wipes Tony always has in the car. Usually, they're for cleaning your hands after getting take-out - which happens more and more since you're already getting a few pregnancy cravings - but today, they're coming in handy as you're cleaning yourself and Tony up from your adventure.

"I love you, Tony. And I can't wait to carry all the babies you're putting in me once the time comes," you tell him, his head immediately snapping over to where you're sitting. Before he can say anything, you put a chocolate-covered strawberry in his mouth, making him chuckle.

"I wuv you," he mumbles around the fruit, making you chuckle this time as you get comfortable by his side, lying there for just a bit longer until it's time to go back to your dorm and catch Natasha up on everything that has happened today and during the night. After all, she wants to know the details about your date as soon as possible.

[songoftrillium]

Meet The Art Team

Hello Kinfolks!

I've been really looking forward to this post for a while, and it's now time to unveil the art team I've assembled to put this project together! They're some heavy hitters that y'all ought to recognize, so without further ado let's meet them!

Mx. Morgan (They/Them)

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Mx. Morgan G Robles (they/them) is a freelance artist and illustrator based in Seattle, Washington. Their work is best known for its use of macabre themes, animals, and nature. They use these themes to explore mental illness, gender identity, or simply to make neat skulls.

They're known for producing book covers for several major publishers, and they've been brought in to design our book covers as well. In addition, they've developed a number of inside pieces as well!

Dogblud She/Her (Dogblud is no longer a part of this team)

Dogblud (she/her), is a Midwestern cryptid working as a freelance artist and writer. Her work is near-exclusively sapphic, centering primarily around werewolves, werebeasts, and their strong thematic ties - horrific or otherwise - to all forms of womanhood.

A long-time fan of Werewolf: the Apocalypse, she's joined our team to produce all of the tribe artwork for the book, in addition to a number of other contributory pieces!

Meka (Any Pronouns)

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Meka is a Scottish comic artist with a flair for the dark and extremely bloody and a long-standing love of monsters and what they let us all explore-- for better and worse. Vehemently underground, they build stories about horror, grief, depersonalisation, and the isolation that comes with being just a little too weird and too angry to swallow whole. Art and catharsis go hand in hand, as far as she’s concerned.

In a throwback to the original game series, Meka has joined to produce a 22-page fully illustrated comic for the series entitled Cracking the Bone. A postgraduate in traditional comic artistry, we're extremely fortunate to have them on the team.

M.WolfhideWinter (He/Him)

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He is a part-time freelance illustrator from Scotland. His work is heavily inspired by the rugged terrain (and rain) of Scotland with a focus on werewolves inhabiting the wild landscapes both past and present. He explores themes of mental illness, societal stigma, dark folklore, and sad werewolves in the rain.

WolfhideWinter has joined our team as our monster-maker, dedicating their time towards depicting our primary antagonists of the garou: The Black Spiral Dancers, and the Wyrm's brood! We can hardly think of a body horror artist more fitting for the role.

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As a final addendum, we have an additional writer that's joined the team at the last minute.

J.F. Sambrano (They/He)

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J. F. Sambrano is an author of horror and (urban/dark/depressing?) fantasy and an advocate for indigenous rights. He lives in Washington (the state) and is originally from Los Angeles (the city); the differences are staggering but the ocean and the I-5 are the same. He is Chiricahua Apache (Ndeh) and Cora Indian (Náayarite). He may or may not be a believer/practitioner of real world magic. If he were, he would not be interested in your hippy-dippy, crystal swinging, dream-catcher slinging garbage. But magic is real, let’s not fuck around.

Beloved Indigenous World of Darkness author J.F. Sambrano is joining our team to depict the Bastet in the Dawn Tribes! A friend and frequent topic of discussion on this blog, we are honored to have him on the team to bring the Werewolf: the Apocalypse he's long-felt the world deserves to life!

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Let's Make a Deal! (Yandere Queerplatonic Alastor x Fallen Angel Reader)

Part 2: Let's Talk

Part 1, Part 3

Tag list: @repostingmyfavs

TW: Dirty Jokes, Cannibalism, Implied Stalking

You've lived in the Hazbin Hotel long enough to meet most everyone, now... meaning, two days. Everybody is so eccentric, that it's hard not to meet them, even when they barely leave their rooms. However, you have been noticing Alastor following you around, often... Eyeing you, as if trying to size you up.

You have been having a hard time adjusting due to his stares. Everybody seems relatively safe to be around, except for the deer man. So, you plan to confront him. By confronting, you mean just talking normally. Maybe he's just curious? He certainly seems like a man who doesn't understand social cues, so perhaps he doesn't realize how much he's unnerving you? You shouldn't judge him so quickly...

You begin searching around the Hazbin Hotel for Alastor. It proves difficult, since you still don't know your way around the building very well. That, and whenever you want to find Alastor, it's as if he hides from you. As you make your way down one of the various halls, you notice Angel Dust talking to Cherri Bomb. He looks over to you, waving. "Hey, toots! You looking for someone?"

You pause, before walking over to him. "Yeah. Have you seen Alastor?" Angel raises an eyebrow, before shrugging. "Nope. Have you looked in his radio tower?" "I don't know where his room is, Angel." Angel then pauses, before laughing "Oh! With how much he watches you, I would've expected him to invite you to visit his office, if you catch my drift?"

You feel your face flush, only for you to shake your head. "No! He doesn't talk to me, often. That's why I want to talk to him. He keeps watching me, but doesn't talk to me..." Cherri grins, nodding. "Yeah. Creepy fuck is like that. If you want to check his broadcasting station, it's near his room. You'll notice it. It's hard to miss it." "Thank you."

You quickly head up to the top floor. The halls of the hotel feel eerily empty. There's still not that many guests, so most of the floors are empty. Once you find an elevator, you hop inside, taking it all the way up... then, once the doors open, you see Alastor as you step out. You let out a squeak of shock as you see him, causing him to laugh.

"Oh, dear! I know I'm scary, but I never knew my mere presence was a fright!" He looks down at you, smiling. "Do you need anything?" You take a deep breath, looking up at him. His eyes seem to follow your every movement, like always. "Yes. I do. Can we talk? I've gotten to know everyone here, but not you."

His ears twitch a bit, his lips pulling back a little as his grin becomes strained. "What, dear? A simple conversation was so pertinent that you needed to come looking for me?" You instantly point to him upon hearing those words. Your wings flutter as you realize you caught him so easily. "That! That's why! How'd you know I was looking for you?!" You then tense, hearing an odd noise being emitted from him... Kinda like an elk or something.

Alastor leans forward towards you, his brows furrowed in anger, despite his grin being wider than ever. "Clever bird... Fine. You'll get your conversation." He then stands up tall, grabbing his microphone as he acts calm. "Follow me. We'll talk in your room. It's a calming atmosphere, especially with the changes you've made to it." He then begins walking to your room before you can even answer. Unwilling to fight him about it, you just follow along.

You enter your room. As Alastor walks by the fireplace, the wood inside bursts into flames, that red and pink hue returning. Then, he turns on the heel of his foot, sitting on one of the two plush armchairs in front of it. "Come now. You wanted to talk, so that's what we're going to do." He then gestures to the chair across from him, implying you should sit there.

Taking a deep breath, you walk over to him, stretching your wings out for a second, before sitting down. Unfortunately, you are stuck with your wings constantly present, a bit like Husk. You can't summon and hide them, like Lucifer or Vaggie... so, sitting down in chairs that have backs to them, like these plush chairs, tend to make your wings sore after a while. You look over to him as you sit down, nodding. "Yes... Let's talk."

Alastor leans back in his seat, folding his hands together on his lap as he crosses his legs, sitting politely. "So, my dear, what is it that you wish to speak about?" "Whatever you want to." "... What?" You sigh, leaning forward in your seat. "What do you wish to know about me? I've seen you watching me, so I assume you are interested in something about me? What is it?"

He grows silent, before leaning forward. "You are an angel, yes? A fallen one. How did you fall, dear?" Of course it was that question, first. You cross your arms, sighing. "That's quite a personal question... fine, though. Somebody lied, and was able to convince the court to cast me out of Heaven." You watch Alastor's eyes seem to glow with excitement. His leg bounces a bit as he responds. "A complete lie? Well, that's intriguing... it seems like Heaven works on a faulty system... How about a lighter topic, now? What do you like to eat?"

You nod, smiling. "(Fav. Food). I think it's tasty. And you?" Alastor chuckles softly. Then, he places his hand under his chin, tapping his cheek in thought. "I'd say... Jambalaya, since it reminds me of my mother. Otherwise, I love raw meat." You tense up, your wings flinching a bit. "Raw meat...?" He then cackles, looking at you with dark eyes. "You'd be surprised! As long as the meat is fresh, properly sourced and prepared, it's safe to eat raw... Of course, it's good to avoid raw chicken and fowl. But beef, venison, pork...? They're delicious raw. I also like a little nibble of humans and demons, from time to time..."

You tense even more. You are now wondering if he has a taste for angels... he probably does. "I see... um..." "Yes, dear. I'd eat an angel. You're not on the menu, though." "Okay." You look around awkwardly, before he asks another question. "Are you afraid of me?" "Yes. I am."

He chuckles, again, nodding. "Understandable, dear. Though, you shouldn't be. I'm here to help protect those in the hotel. You're a guest. So, I am here to protect you." He then stands up, taking a few steps over to the door. He pauses once he walks by you, grinning a sharp toothed grin. He looks like a a Cheshire cat, as he looks down to you. "Plus, you may be useful for something. However, that is a story for another day. For now, just relax." "How am I supposed to relax when I'm living in the same hotel as a cannibal?" "Cannibals have hearts, too, you know! More than most, since you are what you eat!"

He then cackles, again, walking out of the room. You can swear that his radio filter plays some audience laughter, too. He must think that joke is hilarious. What does he mean by "you may be useful"? Your mind is swirling with questions... For now, though, you just hope he'll stop watching you...

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Lazy Cuddles

Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader

Word count- 1.3k

Includes- So much fluff, lazy soft slow sex, it's just all about love, how I would spend the day with Yoongi if he was my boyfriend

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxminnie @yeosayang @delightfulmoonbanana @tannie13 @y00nzin0 @marsstarxhwa

@borntowalkaway @soulseobi05 @kpop-bambi @seokwoosmole @meowmeowminnie @realisticnotes @effielumiere @svnbangtansworld @pinkies-things @insomniacatiny

Gif Credit- There's some writing on the gif but I can't make it out. If anyone knows who giffed it let me know and I'll link to them ☺️

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Yoongi POV

Laying on the couch, I put my arm over my eyes, trying to relax

I just spent five hours on one small part of a song for my album D-Day

I just couldn't get it right

Even now, I'm still not happy with it but I needed to stop working on it for awhile or I'll drive myself crazy

Closing my eyes, I try to clear my head

To just think of nothing

I lay down for awhile, hoping that eventually, I'll fall asleep

A little bit later I feel her slide next to me, her head next to mine, laying on my shoulder, fitting so perfectly against me

I smile, moving my arm from across my face to around her waist, holding her

She presses a kiss to my cheek then cuddles into me, pulling a soft blanket over us

She doesn't say anything, just moves her fingers in my hair, softly running through the strands, the relaxation I've been searching for coming over me

She's the only one who can help me relax, the only one who can quiet my mind

The only one who's cuddles I crave, who I want beside me, who I want to be near every second of everyday

The only one who's love I'm so happy and so lucky to have

Turning my head slightly, I gently kiss her cheek, her light giggle filling me with happiness

"My Yoongi", she whispers, kissing my cheek now, "My naekkeo"

"My jagi", I murmur, looking at her beautiful face, "My everything"

"My sleepy baby", she laughs as she plays with my hair

"Mmm", I nod, holding her tighter

We hold each other as we lazily lay together, this everything I could ever want

She moves her leg over my waist to snuggles closer, her soft content sigh such a pretty sound

She moves her forehead against mine, breathing softly, her warm breath against my face

I don't even think, I just press my lips against hers, kissing her gently

She kisses me back and I fall into her

Her kisses are heaven and I will do anything to get them

I will happily spend all day with her lips against mine

The kiss deepens as I slip my tongue against hers, sparks running up and down my spine

I move my hand down her body to her pants, pulling them and her panties down

"Naekkeo", she starts, breaking the kiss, "That's not why I laid down with you"

"Mmm I know jagi but just kiss me", I murmur against her lips, "Please baby, need your kisses"

"You're so lucky I love you", she giggles

"I know I'm lucky jagi", I tell her, between kisses, "So lucky you're mine"

"Oh shush you silly man", she murmurs, "I'm lucky you're mine"

I chuckle, "I don't think we're going to agree on this baby"

"No, probably not", she agrees

"So, just kiss me?"

"Always naekkeo"

Her lips slot against mine as I continue to pull her bottom clothes off

Her leg moves off me as I get everything off, then I get out of my pants and boxers, our lips never separating

Pulling her leg over my hip again, she presses her body against mine, her pussy wet against my lap, turning me on more

Her hand slides down my chest, in-between us, then wrapping around my hard length, aligning me to her

I move my hips forward, sinking into her so slowly

She moans as I open her tiny pussy, flooding my cock in more and more juice the deeper I go inside her

"Yoongi", she murmurs against my lips, her cunt pulling me in as I move, clenching down hard around my cock so pleasurably

"Feels good jagi?"

"So good naekkeo", she confirms, wiggling down on my dick as I push fully into her

"I know baby. You feel so good too", I whisper between kisses, "My perfect girl"

"My perfect Yoongi"

I smile before kissing her again, my arms around her and keeping her against me as I slowly start to move

Bliss fills my body as I pull out, then slide back inside her tight wet hole, our kisses just as slow

Her hand slides in my hair, running through the strands, while mine moves under the back of her shirt, my fingers softly grazing up and down her back

Her skin trembles under my fingers, making me smile into the kiss

I love how her body reacts to me

How her skin trembles, how her body shakes, how she automatically presses against me, like we both know we belong against each other

Like were made for each other because we are

We fit perfectly together, in all aspects of our lives, like puzzle pieces

And I know that she will always be by my side just like she knows I'll always be by hers

Her hips meet mine, making me slide in deeper, her pussy soaking my length and lap in cream

Our lips never leave each other's, our lazy kisses full of love

I can feel her love, it's almost like I can touch it and I let it wrap around me while at the same time giving her all of my love, knowing she feels it too

Through the lazy strokes, I can hear her wet hole slowly take my cock, the sound making the loving atmosphere more erotic

Her pussy pulses quickly around my dick the closer she gets to coming

"Yoongi", she murmurs, her body shaking softly as she orgasms

I hold her tightly to me, the sheer pleasure from her coming on my cock coursing through my veins

I live for this ecstacy, live for giving her pleasure, for giving her anything she wants

I slowly thrust into her as she cums, letting her feel my entire cock as I get her through it, her soft moans against my lips so fucking beautiful

As soon as she relaxes against me, I murmur, "Again jagi"

"Again?", she giggles

"Mm baby, you know you coming once isn't good enough for me"

She knows this

For me, yes sex feels amazing but I'm all about her, making her cum as many times as she can before I do

I love everything about her coming- watching her, feeling her, touching her

I just love it

"Hmm baby, one more ok?", she laughs, "I wanna cuddle you"

I chuckle, "Ok baby"

"Besides", she says mischievously, "We have all night to get frisky"

I laugh, knowing she's right

We do have all night and there's no doubt about how we're going to spend it

She'll be screaming in bliss a lot later

"Kiss me Yoongi"

"Always baby", I answer, my lips against hers

We both resume our movements, still slow, still lazy and just enjoying being with each other

Her hand slides from my hair down my arm, then under the sleeve of my shirt, running her fingers along my upper arm, sending fire to every nerve

As I thrust in her pussy, it feels so fucking good, pleasure that only she can give rolling over me

She takes me back inside her, my head rubbing against her spot and both of us fall into ecstacy

"Yoongi", she calls as her cunt spasms around my cock, her body pressing into mine

"Joanne", I moan, my cock throbbing and spilling my cum inside her, the bliss amazing

We ride out the pleasure together, clinging onto each other, our hips still moving against each other until it's over

All the stress I was feeling before just floats away as if it was never there

We relax into each other, her eyes meeting mine, a big smile on her face

She softly strokes my cheek, saying, "I love you so much Yoongi"

Happiness fills my body hearing those words

I can never get tired of them or of saying them

"I love you so much too Jo. Always jagi"

"Always naekkeo"

She kisses me gently, then snuggles into me, her face buried in my neck, her arm locked around my body

Pulling the blanket up higher, I move my arm around her, my fingers running in her long hair, a content sigh coming from her

I smile, kissing the top of her head

Holding the love of my life, we both fall asleep

[seventeenpins]

give 'em a show

pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader

word count: 1.5k

summary: Joel watches you as you dance with a stranger in the bar. It goes a little too far, and Joel makes sure everyone knows exactly who you belong to. (Literally just smut.)

warnings: established monogamous-ish relationship, exhibitionism/public sex, jealousy, somewhat insecure joel, both asshole!joel and soft!joel, joel miller is an ass man, no implied age gap, smidge of ass play, possessive behavior, choking, derogatory language, didn't mean to make it sweet but it kinda ended up that way WHOOPS

a/n: first, not to self promote too much but pls check out this Joel/nb!oc series i've just started set in an 1870s outbreak au, i'm really excited about where it's gonna go!!! last night i drank a bottle of wine, woke up this morning and found this in my drafts. needed a bit of editing, but here u go~ this fic is dedicated to the incredible couple I saw about five years ago, both wearing cowboy hats whilst fucking, bent over their pickup truck, just outside of a cowboy bar. and I'm not saying Joel's wearing a cowboy hat, but I'm not saying he's not.

The room was vibrating, the bass of the music buzzing up your legs. It was dark and the flashing lights were near-blinding, but despite the hindrance, you could feel Joel's eyes on you all night. He watched, unmoving, never missing a single beat.

But when you felt the stranger's hard cock against your ass as you ground against him, you knew you'd crossed a line.

Only a moment and barely a blink later, you could hear his low warning, "You wanna keep your hands? Better keep them off my woman," and the man you'd been dancing with slunk away barely a moment later.

"You think you're cute?" he asked, tone dangerous, whispered in your ear.

"No, Joel, I-"

"You think this is a fuckin' game?"

It was a game, but this was part of the rules.

Mostly.

The shake of his voice betrayed his thinly-veiled intensity.

You did let that guy rub up on you, and you'd never let it get that far before.

Fuck.

"You really think I'm gonna watch you let some asshole put his hands all over you?" he asked. You hadn't anticipated this level of reaction, and you could feel yourself getting wet.

"I'm sorry, I-"

"I'm the only one who gets to fuckin' touch you, baby,"

"Yes, Joel, you-"

"You wanna let me make you feel good," he said, and then glared over towards the man you were dancing with, "Or do you wanna go home with that guy?"

"Always with you, Joel, only want you."

"Fuckin' right," he growled, and then pulled you in by the waist. Let his hands wander, grazing across the swell of your breast, the small of your waist and then grabbing your ass, staking his claim. "We're getting out of here."

You could barely keep your hands off one another as you stumbled over to Joel's pickup, and when you got there, Joel began pressing incongruously gentle kisses on you. From that sweet spot just behind your ear, down your throat and then your collarbone, he sent you spiralling into soft, hazy dizziness.

Then, cruelly, he pulled away and started fumbling with his keys, searching out the right one to unlock his truck.

"No!," you shouted, and you both nearly jumped, startled at the unexpected urgency of your voice.

"No," you said again, quieter. He dropped his hands and looked at you a moment before you continued. "No, don't wanna wait that long. Don't care if we get out of here. Need you to fuck me. In the truck, on the truck, I don't fucking care. Just need you, Joel."

He stared at you, barely blinking, studying your face. You were lost in his eyes, pupils blown wide but catching the moonlight perfectly.

"Dirty girl," he breathed, "I got you," and then he was pressing you forward to lean against the truck. You let out a moan when he folded you over, and whimpered when he pulled up your skirt.

He can't stop touching you, like his hands are being compelled to run all along your body as if by magnetic pull. His touch is constantly changing, one moment it's feather-light, the next moment he's grabbing and scratching at your flesh, and it all feels exquisite.

You're overwhelmed by sensation, lost in the way Joel works his hands over you. Grabbing at your flesh, dragging his nails along your sides, calloused fingertips catching against the smooth skin of your ass as he rubs circles against your skin.

Then, he's stroking your jaw, prying open your lips, pressing his thumb into your mouth.

"Get it nice and wet, baby," he soothed, and then, "Christ," he groaned as you laved your tongue around the digit, collecting your spit, a string of saliva hanging between your lips and his thumb as he pulled his thumb out.

"Gonna fuck you good, baby, show everyone here who you belong to. That's what you want, huh?"

You whimpered in response, which earned you a smack to the ass. "Words, honey," he hissed, and you nodded.

"Yes, baby, that's what I want."

"Damn right."

He pulls your panties down, leaving your ass completely bare in the midnight air.

Then he's spreading your ass cheeks apart and stroking his glistening thumb between your folds. The added slick mixed with your arousal makes for the most delicious glide as he presses his thumb inside you and then withdraws it, replacing it with two fingers.

It's rough, verging on brutal, but any pain is overwhelmed by pleasure and within moments you're already a shaking mess.

"We're gonna let everyone here see just how well you take this cock, ain't we?"

You love when he talks to you like this, uses you like this. You whine an affirmation and you can feel his hard cock, his need, pressed up against you through his jeans, and he doesn't seem too worried about words anymore.

"You want me to fill you up good, huh? Fuckin' slut you are." He gripped your hips, guiding your bare ass to rub against his bulge. Then, he released you and you could hear the unbuckling of his belt, the pull of his zipper.

He pressed the head of his cock up against your drooling pussy, notching the head between your folds.

"Put on a show for me, baby," he growled, and slid into you in one slow thrust.

Your tits were pressed up against the pickup's hood, cold even through your top, and Joel's hands were like a fire on your body, hot and wonderful, freely wandering across your goose-bumped flesh.

As he starts to speed up and fuck you in earnest, his thumb glides down the cleft of your ass and starts to press against your tight muscle.

You hiss out a "yes", a stilted affirmation, and he pulls away the thumb for just a moment, popping it in his mouth, getting it wet again, and then pressing it into you.

You rut up against the intrusion, feeling him push further into your ass, his thrusts growing faster and harder. He doesn't fuck you with his digit, just lets it sit there, pressing into you. You know that if there wasn't the possibility of an audience, he'd probably be eating out your ass right now.

That's a step too far, something he reserves for him and only for him. Loves the way he can make you come just from fucking your ass.

He fucks you rough and steady, balls slapping against your clit with each thrust. Your legs start to buckle, sensation of being so completely filled starting to tip you over the edge.

You think you hear a wolf whistle from the distance.

"Attagirl," Joel praises, "Puttin' on a real nice show, huh? Takin' this cock so good. Sounds like we've got company, baby. Doin' such a good job."

"I love it-" you breathe, "They know I'm yours. All yours, every bit of me-"

"Damn right," he growls, "Fillin' you up real full."

"Joel," you sob, "I'm gonna come, gonna come on your cock, please, please, can I?"

His wandering hand leaves your breast tragically untouched, but wraps around your throat, giving you one more perfect, dizzying piece of sensation.

"Come on this dick, baby," he urges, "Come on, come for me," and every bit of you that was holding out comes undone.

Your body convulses, pussy creaming around his thick cock, aftershocks of your orgasm pulsing and drawing out a low, deep groan from Joel as he holds you steady and works you through it.

Then he pulls out of you abruptly, the sudden emptiness shocking, until you can feel him pumping himself a couple of times before releasing his spend all over your ass.

The next few moments are a blur. He wipes up his cum with your panties and pockets them, then pulls your skirt back up. Zips up his jeans. Straightens your top. Unlocks the truck and helps you in.

Before you know it, you're buckled and he's leaning towards you, brushing a strand of hair back behind your ear.

He kisses you, soft and deep, his tongue gentle as it runs over your bottom lip, gently biting and nipping at you.

"Baby," he says, and you're thrown by the strain in his voice, "You know, if you ever-"

You frown as he struggles to find his words.

"If I'm ever- not enough. Not enough for you," he swallows, "I just-"

"No, Joel," you shake your head, "Not at all."

"I'm just sayin'. If I'm ever not enough for you, I don't want you to feel-" he shook his head, "Tethered to me."

"Never," you smile, and the way his face lights up just a little is enough to make you melt. "I'm glad to be yours. I want to be yours. Only yours."

You kiss him again, feeling him yield, surrender into your embrace.

"You're it for me, baby," you tell him, and it's true.

You see him smile, resting back into a semblance of comfort, of confidence.

As he drives you both home, you relax into the familiar rhythm of it.

You can still feel the stickiness of his cum on your skin and cherished it, a not-so-secret offering between the two of you. He's yours and you're his.

And you'll show him. Every day.

[zippidi-dooda]

"Hey, Todoroki, there's this coffee shop nearby I've been wanting to go to. Come with me?"

The dual haired boy looked up from his phone.

You leaned over him, hands propping yourself up against the back of the couch. You had dressed out of your sweats and baggy shirt into an outfit more suitable for an outing.

"Seems like you'd go even if I said no." He said sitting up.

"Of course. You think I need you to have fun?"

He hummed then looked back down at his phone. "Then have fun."

"Todoroki." You deadpanned.

When he didn't respond, you sighed and jumped over the couch to sit next to him. "C'mon dude, you know I'm just joking. I need you there for emotional support, I can't place my order myself. Who do you think I am?"

He slumped into the armrest, lifting a slippered foot onto your lap, keeping his eyes connected to his screen. "Then you should go alone. Learn how to do things yourself for once."

You glared at him then pushed leg off you.

"You're so rude. C'mon, please, Todoroki? I promise to get you a drink too. You just ... you'll be physically paying for it. But it'll be my money, swear."

He checked the time for a moment before standing up, headed for his room to change. "Fine. But you come with me to my family dinner next week."

You recoiled at the thought of the tensely awkward situation that would be a Todoroki family dinner.

He made it obvious enough how broken his family's relations were, but pile that on top of you stuck for hours in the same room as the father who greatly disapproved of your friendship with his propitious son?

An absolute nightmare to ensue.

"Yeesh, I think I'd be better off going on my own."

The boy glared at you.

"Fine, fine. Your family's lovely. Now hurry up."

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Your walk to the shop was pleasant, both you and Todoroki chatting about prospects of the future and commenting on random things that caught your eye.

And as soon as you entered the building, the small bell above the door drawing attention towards you newcomers, eyes couldn't seem to draw away from you.

Well, not you but Todoroki.

The barista taking your order especially seemed to have trouble focusing.

"Excuse me, we're ready to order now." Todoroki repeated, failing to notice how star struck the girl was looking at him.

"... ah, uh, hi, welcome. I'm Mei. What can I do for you?"

As the boy continued to relay your order and pay, missing the subtle hints the barista threw his way, you watched quietly with a smirk on your face.

Todoroki then gave his name and you chose a seat near the window, sitting across from each other.

You leaned across the table, propping your chin up on your hand, giving him a look.

"Well the atmosphere isn't terrible, so let's hope the coffee is up to standards." He looked at you. "... what?"

"Oh, nothing," you looked away nonchalantly, raising your hand to eye your nails. "Just wondering what it's like being the pretty friend."

He raised a brow. "Are you ... insulting me?"

You sighed, leaning forward again but spoke without the teasing tone. "No. Seriously Todoroki, you're hot. And literally everyone can see it. Why do you think everyone stares everywhere you go?"

He shrugged, folding his hands on the table. "Well of course I'm hot. It's part of my quirk. As for the stares, I'd assume it's cause we go to UA. Most everyone knows us by now."

"... I can't with you sometimes. Anyway, whaddya wanna do after this? I'm fine just walkin' around a little. We can go to the park and just chill there until we have to go back."

"Well, there's an arcade a couple blocks down I've heard Ochaco mention before. It sounded fun."

You brightened up, pointing at Todoroki. "Ah, that's a great idea! Haven't been to one in a while. And now that I think of it, I've never been to one with you. Are ya gonna show me up? Show me your gamer side?"

He looked down at the table in thought. "I don't think I've ever been to one. I never had time to go. So I don't really know what it is."

You patted his hand with a sympathetic smile, his life had been crazy from the get go. As great as he was, you didn't want to imagine being in his shoes.

"Well you're gonna regret ever going with me. I will obliterate you in every game, trust."

He smiled with a brow raised, "you really think you can beat me when you can't even beat me at simple games?"

You frowned, smaking his hand, "Hey. I'll have more experience with these games. And I'm pretty good if I do say so myself."

"You also said that when we played tic-tac-toe. And look who's at 10-0 right now? Not you."

You glared at his smug smile for moment. "I hate you."

"Shouto?" A barista shouted up front.

Todoroki stood, heading over to get your drinks. "You should think of something you're good at so you can finally beat me at something one of these days."

"I think I messed up picking you as my friend. Can I get a refund?"

He shook his head with a small chuckle before leaving.

When he came back, drinks in hand, you happily took your cup from him.

You took a sip, letting out a satisfied "ahhh ...."

"Todoroki, lemme have a sip of yours."

He nodded, sliding his cup over. "Can I try yours?"

"Ew, no, I don't want your cooties." You said passing him your cup anyways.

"... cooties?"

You savored the taste of the cool drink he'd picked and looked down at the container.

It was dewy from the ice inside, chilling your hands as you held it. And just underneath your thumb you could make out a phone number scribbled shakily in black marker.

You adjusted your hold to get a better look.

The number held the name of the barista who took your order beside a little message saying "call me" beside a heart.

You grinned devilishly, pointing at it and turing the cup around so Todoroki could see.

"Ooooh~ I think someone has a crush!"

He shook his head. "No, I didn't get crushed ice."

"No, not, ugh," you groaned handing him his cup back. "I meant Mei. She's flirting with you, she thinks you're cute."

"Mei? Is that-"

"No, the lady who took our order and gave you her number. She wants to go out with you."

He looked over at the girl who was busy talking to other customers.

He turned back to you, passing back your drink. "No, I don't think that was meant for me."

"Really. The lady who didn't even notice me when you walked up meant to give that to someone else? Who then, who? Enlighten me."

He sipped his drink with a shrug.

You sighed and took a sip of your drink as well. "I'd imagine you'd make for an annoying boyfriend. Probably shouldn't call her. She'll be crushed, but, hey, it'll save her a lot of trouble."

"What do you mean imagine? I am your boyfriend."

"No, not like that. Not a friend who is a boy, but a boyfriend. You know the kind that takes their girlfriend out a lot and they smooch and stuff?"

He thought about it for a moment. "Well, we do go out a lot but we don't smooch. Should I start smooching you?"

"... just drink your iced skinny carmel macchiatto with extra carmel."

"Actually it's just an iced coffee."

"I know, Todoroki."

"It tastes good."

"I know."

[companionjones]

Days, Weeks, Months, Years (5/10)

Pairing: fwb!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: More angst, Reader wears a dress

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Two weeks, and Bucky didn't come anywhere near you as he tried to bed Valentina. You didn't leave your room unless it had to do with work, and you prayed that Bucky didn't realize that Natasha's increasingly nasty looks aimed at him and Tina had anything to do with you.

Tony wouldn't admit it, but you were sure the party he threw was to cheer you up. You loved his parties. Scratch that. You loved going to Tony's parties with Bucky. That was the part that you didn't think anyone realized.

Still, you went. You almost threw up watching Bucky flirt with Tina the whole night. That was, until Pietro walked up to you.

"Did you know blue is my favorite color?"

Glancing down at the dark blue dress you were wearing, you laughed for the first time in weeks. "I coulda guessed that."

Pietro smiled. "And I could have guessed--right, I might add-- that you would look beautiful in such a color."

"Thanks, Maximoff. Only here for the party, huh? Then it's back to Jersey?"

He cocked his head to the side. "Eh, I could be convinced to stay longer. Perhaps by you?"

Was this conversation really going where you thought it was going?

"Pietro." A cold voice greeted.

You turned in surprise to see Bucky there. Tina was clinging to his arm. Hurt panged through your chest.

Quicksilver remained cool. "James. I didn't see you coming. How are you and your new girlfriend enjoying the party?"

"We're not together," clarified Bucky.

That started a slew of emotions inside you. At first, your heart soared, then it crashed to the ground as it remembered how many times you and Bucky had clarified that for others about yourselves.

It was then that you realized what you had to do.

"Hey, Buck? Can I speak to with you outside? Alone please?"

Bucky obeyed. You brought him out to a nearby balcony. As soon as the two of you were alone, Bucky backed you against a wall and kissed you.

You took advantage of him misreading the situation so badly and kissed him back because you knew it would be your last time.

You were the one to break the kiss. "Two years," you told him, then caught your breath. "It took me two years to get you to look at me like that."

Bucky's brow furrowed.

"She had you the first day." You smiled, despite the tears that were forming. "...I've lied, Buck. I've lied to you for four months and sixteen days...I can't do this anymore."

He must've known then because he started backing away from you.

Tears fell from your eyes at the loss of contact. But you kept going. You kept that bitter smile on your face, too. "I think I'm gonna transfer."

"Where?"

You couldn't read his face. "I don't know," you laughed. "Jersey...Boston. Tony needs someone to look after the kid, right?"

You hadn't realized how bad things were with Bucky because he apparently thought that all problems between you and him could be solved with a kiss. He rushed forward to connect your lips again.

"Buck...Bucky...," you breathlessly warned, "James."

That did it.

Slowly, you looked up at him. Your expression must've been unreadable because you didn't even know what you were thinking. "...You have to let me go."

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[gracies-baby]

hi! i would really love y/n going with gracie and her family to a vacation and spending time together as well as with her family! maybe some teasing as well as domestic fluffy content lol. thank u and love u

Abrams Family Vacation

(Gracie Abrams x Reader)

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Y/n groans while pushing her face further into Gracie's chest after being woken up by the sound of loud banging coming from their door.

"Wakey wakey! It's morning! We've got a whole vacation to look forward to!" Henry yells to them through the door before Gracie yells back.

"It's fucking 6 in the morning dumbass! We're on vacation! Leave us alone!" She whines only for her brother to continue banging on the door. The two girls sigh before getting out of bed and going to the dining room for breakfast.

"About time you two got up. I was gonna go in, but I didn't wanna see anything I shouldn't" Henry teases as he eats his breakfast at the table. Gracie glares at him as the two girls sit at the table as well.

"Henry, stop making fun of them. We're on vacation" Katie scolds the boy as she finishes serving up breakfast. The boy rolls his eyes before going back to eating his breakfast.

"Who are you texting?" Y/n asks Auggie with smirk when she sees him smile at his phone.

"No one. Just a friend" He replies while hiding his phone.

"No one. As in a girl?" Gracie joins her girlfriends teasing.

"She's just a friend" He mumbles with a blush.

"That's how it always starts" Gracie replies as she takes a bit of her breakfast.

"Not for you. Didn't Y/n hate you when you first met?"

"She didn't hate me! We just didn't really get along" The brunette replies with offence clear in her voice.

"Babe, I love you now, but I really did not when we met. But now I do! I love you so much" Y/n presses a soft kiss to her girlfriend's cheek while playing with the brunette's fingers.

"Why didn't you like me?" Gracie pouts while intwining her fingers with her girlfriends.

"Your flirting was just very... out there. But I think it's cute now!" Gracie's pout disappears when Y/n leans up to press a soft kiss against her lips.

"Ew, get a room. You guys act like rabbits" Henry rolls his eyes as the two girls pull away. Gracie glares at him before taking Y/n's hand and dragging her to their room.

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"That was quick. I knew Gracie couldn't last in bed" Henry teases when the two of them walk back downstairs a few minutes later.

"We were getting changed. Mind your own business" Gracie glares at him as the family begin to leave the house to continue with their vacation. They go to the store to get some stuff for dinner before Gracie gets pulled aside by her mother on the walk there.

"I just wanted to tell you; I found the ring" Gracie's eyes widen when she hears her mother's words.

"Wha- How?" The brunette stammers.

"You left your jacket on the couch last night. I picked it up and it fell out of your pocket. That's a pretty dumb place to keep it, Gracie. Y/n wears your jackets all the time, she would've found it if I didn't"

"I was gonna tell you. I just didn't wanna-" Gracie gets cut off by her mom.

"Gracie, you've been together for 6 years. I knew it was gonna happen. I wish you didn't wait so long; I've been wanting Y/n to officially be part of our family for years" Katie replies with a smile.

"Does anyone ese know you're doing this?"

"Only Audrey. She helped me pick the ring" Gracie answers as she watches her girlfriend with a fond smile.

"Do you know when you're gonna do it? Do you need help setting anything up?"

"I was thinking I would take her on a walk on the beach tonight. At sunset. She loves watching the sun set on the beach, but we haven't really had time to do it lately"

"That sounds perfect hon" Katie tells her daughter as she pulls her in for a hug.

"Gracie! Babe, this looks like Weenie! We should get it" Y/n exclaims as she runs up to the two of them to show them a mug that had a picture of a dog on it.

"That's nowhere near as cute as Weenie!" The two girls bicker while Katie just smiles fondly at the two of them.

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"Gracie, how's the new album going?" JJ asks as the family all sit in the living room. Gracie sits on the couch while Y/n lays across the rest of it with her head in her girlfriend's lap.

"It's good, we're nearly done" Gracie replies as she plays with Y/n's hair.

"Are there any songs about me on it?" Y/n asks with a cheeky smile.

"There's so many songs about you" The brunette replies as she presses a soft kiss against the shorter girl's forehead.

"Are there any that we shouldn't listen to? I don't need to hear you thirst over Y/n more than I already do" Henry teases causing Y/n to blush and Gracie to send him a glare.

"There's not any songs like that, dumbass. Not on the album at least" Gracie replies causing Y/n to hide her blush by pushing her face against Gracie's stomach. Gracie looks outside to see the sun about to set.

"Babe, let's go for a walk" Gracie begins to stand up causing her girlfriend to whine. 

"Come back. It's cold without you" Gracie takes off her jacket after making sure the ring is in her pants pocket before putting the jacket over Y/n's shoulders. She takes her hand while they both walk out the door.

"Are you okay? You seem nervous" Y/n asks as she plays with her girlfriend's fingers.

"Yeah, I'm just tired" Gracie replies with a reassuring smile causing Y/n to frown.

"We can go back if you want-" 

"No! I want to be here with you. We haven't been able to walk on the beach in ages. I've missed it" Gracie presses a kiss against her girlfriend's lips before Y/n turns her body away from her to look at the sunset. The brunette takes this opportunity to get on one knee before taking the ring out of her pocket.

"Hey, Gracie-" Y/n stops talking when she turns around to see her girlfriend on one knee with a beautiful ring in her hand. Her eyes widen as she tried to talk but no words come out.

"Y/n, I love you so much. You have been my inspiration, my muse for the last 6 years and I want that to continue for the rest of our lives. Even if we fight sometimes my feelings for you won't ever change. You're the only person I want to be with for the rest of my life. Y/n L/n, thank you for loving me. Will you marry me?" Gracie asks with a tearful smile as Y/n's hands fly over her mouth as she nods continuously.

"Yes! Of course I'll marry you, Gracie! I love you so much!" Gracie puts the ring on her fiancés finger before wrapping her in a tight hug. The two of them pull away when they hear cheering.

"Were you guys following us?" Gracie asks when she sees her family standing a few feet away from them, not letting go of Y/n.

"Mom told us your plan. We didn't wanna miss seeing this. I'm happy for you guys. Y/n, there's no one else I would want as my sister-in-law" Henry replies as he pulls them both in for a hug. The rest of the family all congratulate them before Henry speaks up again.

"I'm swapping rooms with someone tonight. I'm not sleeping in the room next to them. Someone else can listen to their engagement sex" He teases as the family all laugh while Y/n and Gracie blush.

[codfanficedits]

Before the mask - part seventeen.

Pairing: Simon Riley x Fem!Reader

Summary: Because Simon wasn’t born as Ghost.

Wordcount: 1525| Rating: E! (18+ only!)

Warnings: Just fluff :)

A/N: I am so sorry for dissapearing like that. I graduated in the meantime, landed my dreamjob, I'll hear in about a week if I'm keeping that dreamjob, since I live with a racist goverment. I went to Sleep Token, had surgery again and I started to plan my wedding. Anyway, enjoy this short chapter while I try to sort my life out.

Simon knew that he was a lucky bastard, having someone as beautiful as you next to him. And it made him want to try. He wanted to try to be a better man, to improve himself, he wanted you to be so proud of him. 

So when he saw you, all by yourself in the common area, with not a single soul who could see you two, he knew what he had to do. 

He stalked closer, almost as a predator stalking its prey. His footsteps oh so quiet, holding in his breath, his strong hands wrapping around your elbows, his chest against your back. “Care to dance with me, my love?”

Always." You answered, a soft smile on your face. Your eyes locked with his eyes, and you turned around, placing your hand in his, your other hand on his shoulder.

"Lead the way."

He spun you around in slow, gentle movements, moving your body effortlessly, almost as if his hands weren’t made for killing, but just for this. He held you close to him, resting one hand on the small of your back and moving the other from your hand to your hip. He stepped in time with the rhythm of his beating heart, his hands grazing your body intimately.

When he pulled you into him, you felt his heart beating strong. He leaned in and brushed your nose with his. "Don't ever let go of me," he whispered. "As if I would ever let someone as wonderful as you go." You whispered as you let him lead the way in this gentle dance. 

"I don't think you'll ever get rid of me." He chuckled softly. "That's good, because I can't imagine life without you." He held you tightly. Your hips moved against him in such a tantalising way, your body brushing up against his body. He leaned you back a little, leaning down to kiss you deeply. There was just something about you that had him smitten. "That sounds like a plan." You answered, after pulling back from the kiss, so you could rest your head on his chest. His heart was beating so fast, so hard, that it almost made you worry that it would beat out of his chest. 

"I really love you." You murmured softly as you closed your eyes, enjoying this sweet little moment together. 

"I really love you, too," Simon whispered. He stroked your hair gently, letting his hand trail down to your jaw, needing to see your face once more, his lips lingering near yours. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you." Another quick kiss gets shared, and you smile at him. 

"I really can't wait to grow old with you." You begin. "To be old and wrinkly and still be yours."

"Old, wrinkled, and in love." He chuckled lightly. "Nothing and no one can keep me from you."

Simon lifted you into his arms and twirled you around, pulling you back into his embrace. His hands gripped your waist firmly, caressing the shape of your body. "I love being with you, all the adventures and surprises. I want that forever."

Oh, how you loved this, just softly swaying with the man you loved most. When you first met Simon, this would’ve never been the way you would've seen yourself with him. 

"Is that a promise?" You murmur, as you look up at him, trying to look for any form of doubt in his eyes. "A promise." Simon planted a kiss on your forehead. "When we're eighty-five and we've had a lifetime of adventures together, you'll be holding my crusty old hand and I'll be thinking you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

The gentle swaying stopped and you looked up at him again. His words made your heartbeat a little faster. 

"You have no idea how much I look forward to being eighty-five and being able to look back on the beautiful life we had together." You whispered.

"Growing old is a privilege and I'll be so happy to do it with you."

"You may have to wheel me around on a wheelchair because of how old I'll be." He chuckled. "You'll be as beautiful as you are now."

And I could never get bored of you. I wonder what you'd look like with grey hair and wrinkles, never losing that beauty you radiate.

"I would gladly wheel you around." You laughed softly, picturing it all in your head. "I'll use your lap as a personal seat every time I get tired."

A brief moment of quiet before you started to speak again. "You'll always be the most handsome man to me."

His lips curled upwards. "I'd love anything if I could be with you."

His hands shifted from the small of your back, sliding up to your hips as he pulled you in for a kiss. His lips caressed yours, lingering longer than you would think needed.

"I want to wake up every morning and see your face in the bed beside me for the rest of our lives."

You took a deep breath, letting his sweet words linger in the air. "What did I ever do to deserve you." You whispered softly as you kissed him again. "Hmm, I think it was just sheer luck and destiny that I got to meet someone quite as amazing as you." Simon squeezed you against his body, letting his hands drift upward, back to the small of your back again. 

"I want to make happy memories with you, live out my dreams by your side. Whatever life throws at us, I don't think we'd mind if we had each other."

There is something so adorable about him, and you know that he is trying so hard to find his own spot in the military, and you also know that he is risking it all by dancing with you like this, with holding you like this, and that makes the whole thing all the better.

His large hands go to cup your face, and he looks you into your eyes, almost immediately making your breath hitch. “Tomorrow, when we are on that mission together, I want you to stay in my direct line of sight.” Simon murmured, just soft enough to hear. “I’m serious, I don’t want to worry how you’re doing, okay?’

It is tempting to argue about it, even though you’ve had this conversation with him before, you’re not a child, you do not need to be babied, but at the same time.. It is hard to put your foot down when he is looking at you like that. 

Like you’re the sun, the moon and the stars all at the same time. 

“Fine.”

And Simon couldn’t be happier. He got to protect his whole world. 

His hands give your ass a teasing squeeze, there is so much that he would like to say to you, there is so much more that he would like to do, but he needs you well rested for the mission tomorrow. It doesn’t matter that it is just routine, he has come close to losing you once, he is not going to risk it again. 

“Get some sleep.” He ordered, trying to be stern. “I need my soldiers to be in the best shape.”

Of course you knew that it would be best to get some sleep, to call it an early night. But who could blame you for trying to stay a little longer with him? 

“Oh come on!” You protest, not really wanting to pout, but that might just do the trick, your chest pressed against his, trying to get him to stay a little longer. 

And Simon had to bite his cheek, as there was nothing he would've loved to do more than to pull you closer, to let you feel how hard you’re making him. 

But your safety comes first, no matter how turned on you’re making him. 

“Maybe you can stay for the night?” You add in a soft whisper, your lips close to his ear, trying to ignite the fire inside of him. 

And dear God, Simon is just a simple man. 

He gives your ass another squeeze. Taking a deep breath to compose himself. 

“You’re being too cheeky for your own good.” Simon grumbled. “But we’re sleeping apart, and that’s final.”

He would've loved to sleep next to you, in fact, he wouldn’t want to do anything else. But he knew that the moment he got under the covers, feeling your body against his, he would be a goner, and he would do nothing more than keep you up at night. And God forbid that something would happen to you because you’re too tired to focus. Simon had seen too many losses to take risks like that. 

So his nose brushes against your jawline as he is breathing you in. It wouldn’t be fair to be selfish, he knows that he has so many more moments like these with you, yet he can’t stop himself from savouring the moment. 

Simon finally pulls back, pressing a kiss on your cheek. “Go on then, before I change my mind.”

[la-petite-lapin]

Double the Love | Part Ten

Double the Love masterlist

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x female civilian!OC Word Count: 3.0k (whew) Series warnings (may change between chapters): 18+ Minors DNI, angst, mentions of death, mentions of violence, swearing, OC has anxiety, suggestive content, allusions to sex, polyamory, M/M/F

Gaz and Price find out

The week passes without incident. If anything, it's perfect.

During the day, I go to work. In the evenings, I come home to the two most perfect men in the world. Dinner is cooked - the table laid and the dishes washed - and I have a night of snuggling with my favourite people to look forward to.

Come the arrival of the weekend, our plans with the taskforce have been adjusted slightly. After a text exchange with Gaz, we've arranged a trip to a nice beer garden near his parents' house instead of them all coming to the apartment. He seemed a little confused at first, but didn't push his questioning any further when I told him that I needed to talk to John about something.

Something that I thought would be better raised on neutral ground.

Every waking hour this past week, I've been agonising over what to say to John - planning a way to tell him about my relationship with the boys. Now that I know it's not just a fling or a bit of fun for them, it's made me re-evaluate things. Above all else, I need him to know.

Johnny is on the cusp of making a full recovery and if - when - him and Simon get pulled back into active duty, I need John to keep them safe for me. I know that he'd lay down his life to protect them already - they're his boys, after all - but I want him to know just how important they are to me. That and, in all the time that I've known him, I've never been able to keep anything hidden from him for long.

The last thing I want is to blurt it out at the worst possible time later on down the line.

Even as we're driving to the beer garden, I'm jittery with nerves, twisting the oversized sleeve of my cardigan around and around over my fist. Every once and a while, Si tears his eyes away from the road ahead to shoot me a worried glance. Johnny's been kind enough to pretend not to notice, chattering away as a form of distraction from his seat in the back, leaning over the centre console to stay included.

Not that he's missing much. I've barely spoken since we woke up this morning.

Both of them know how important this is to me. How important it is that everything goes right. That I tell John first.

Ever since Alex died, John has been there for me. He stepped up like a second father, having a hand in raising me despite the fact that I was already way past my formative years when we met.

Hence my worry.

I'm about to tell the man who I view as a father that I'm sleeping with not one, but two of his best soldiers. People who Gaz - even though he meant well - has told me that he views as a second family. And I can't help but worry that this might all be too much for him. That it might damage my relationship with him in some fundamental, irreparable way, or worse - that it might put a strain on his relationship with the boys.

"Stop fussing about something that hasn't even happened yet, love," Simon says from the driver's seat, voice deep and full of gravel as usual.

It looks like the grace period has ended then.

"How are you not nervous?" I bite back. It's impossible to keep the edge out of my voice, and I immediately regret snapping at him.

Logically, I know that it's not their fault I'm so anxious, but I can't help getting defensive.

There's so much going on - so many small things that are shifting around to accommodate this new, massive change in my life. It's things that I hadn't even thought about before; stupid stuff like trying to plan dates, navigating how to introduce them to people, and doing things as a three that would normally only involve two people. Previously insignificant things that now feel like a field of landmines, formerly a peaceful meadow that I didn't even have to think about. That I took for granted.

"What's got ye so pent up, lassie?" Johnny asks softly. His hand reaches out from the backseat, the warm, familiar weight of it coming to rest on my shoulder.

I lean into his touch, allowing myself to bask in the casual display of affection for a moment before letting out a pitiful huff.

"Everything."

"Explain."

"I... I-" Be honest. "John might hate me after this. He might think that I set out to make this happen; that I'm compromising the integrity of your taskforce by being with you the way I am. By being a distraction. And he might... he might see me differently when he finds out about the three of us being together." I can sense Simon gearing up to protest in my peripheral vision, so I stare straight ahead through the windscreen as I carry on, unwavering. "And then there's the fact that Winnie is going to be home from France soon, and you're going to leave and go back to work. You won't even let me go to the barracks, so when you're between deployments we'll have to live under Winnie's feet - which isn't fair to her or us. And it's going to kill me inside when you go no contact... what if I really need to talk to you and you aren't available? And I won't be able to make it better by talking to John either, because he'll be gone too, or he won't be talking to me..."

My rambling comes to an abrupt halt; palms clammy as I desperately gulp down a breath of fresh air. The car is silent save for the faint hum of the engine. Johnny's fingers lightly squeeze my shoulder, offering some much-needed reassurance. The contact grounds me; centres my thoughts.

"Well," Si began, clearing his throat. I might have been imagining it, but I could've sworn that there was a subtle shake to his voice. A hint of nervousness. "Maybe the three of us could look for a place together? Close enough to the apartment that you can visit Winslow whenever you want."

My heart grew two sizes inside my chest.

The steely, aloof Simon "Ghost" Riley himself was suggesting that we get a place of our own. A home. Something that the two of them never had before now. Before me.

It takes a considerable effort on my part not to tear up, especially as I spot the road marker for the beer garden on the narrow country lane up ahead.

"You would do that for me?" I ask, tone brimming with barely-contained emotion.

Simon nods, indicating right and easing the car into the car park. Once we're parked up, the engine switched off and stationary, he turns to look over his shoulder at Johnny. I watch them; the look that they share loaded with such love and mutual understanding.

It's not like it was before. I don't feel that undercurrent of jealousy that I used to - there's no cold, ugly thing clawing inside my chest. No; I know that I'm included in that affection. I'm not an outsider anymore.

And it makes me feel ashamed.

Ashamed for getting so caught up in how everyone else might perceive this. Ashamed for being self-conscious of something so beautiful and pure and sweet that the three of us share.

"'ah think we should all get on the internet tonight and start lookin'," Johnny adds, running the calloused pad of his thumb along the dip of my collarbone. "Start gettin' some viewings booked in. I don't know how much longer I'm gonna be on injury leave for, lassie, and I'll be happier knowing that we're all set up before Si and I leave."

"I've already marked some places for you two to look at," a gravelly voice with a Manchester accent states.

My head whips around to Simon and the jerk of Johnny's hand on my shoulder tells me that he's done the same. Sure enough, Simon's cheeks and ears are tinged with a fierce blush, hazel eyes refusing to directly meet my gaze.

When he notices our attention, he looks up, scowling at both of us. "What?"

Johnny laughs, only earning him an even sharper glare and a growled oh fuck off.

"There's nothing wrong with it, Si," I say, trying to keep the amusement out of my tone in case he thinks I'm laughing at him. Because that went down so well last time. "It's cute."

Si's expression turns deadpan as he looks at me.

Admittedly, that may have been the wrong thing to say to him - my 6'7, scar-flecked army lieutenant.

Hoping to quell some of that ire, I unbuckle my seatbelt and lean forward in my seat, closing the distance between us in to press a sweet, lingering kiss to his lips. If anything, it only makes him blush harder.

Johnny whines from the back. "Where's mine? 'ah do adorable shit all the time."

Before he can complain any more, I lean back over the centre console and kiss him too. But - ever the crafty one - he snakes a hand around the back of my neck, tangling his fingers into the loose strands of my hair and angling my head as he deepens the kiss.

Ignoring the impatient huff from Si, Johnny presses something - a button hidden along the edge of my chair - and the backrest thuds down, landing on the vacant seat beside him. With strong hands and practiced ease, the Scotsman hauls me from the front passenger side and onto his lap. Calloused hands find purchase on my thighs as I scramble to straddle him.

Every worry melts away as Johnny's warm, rough hands slip under the skirt of my summer dress, blunt nails raking over the skin of my ass and hips, sending a shiver skittering down my spine. I groan, arching into him - savouring the moment.

"Can't you do this later?" Simon grumbles. My head snaps over my shoulder to see him, watching us intently, eyes hazed with that far-away, hungry look that he gets whenever he's turned on.

"Jealous because you can't fit back here too?" I ask teasingly, punctuating it with a drawn-out grind of my hips against the front of Johnny's faded jeans.

Johnny whines and Simon's eyes flare with the challenge.

"Trust me, I can," he managed with gritted teeth. Just as he unclips his seatbelt - expression filled with lustful promise - his phone pings with a message alert. One quick glance has him groaning for an entirely different reason that Johnny. "We'll finish this tonight at home. Gaz said Price is wondering where we are."

I swallow, all of that worry tumbling back in without the promise of Johnny and Simon to distract me.

"Fucksake!" Johnny complains, lifting his hands to drag them down his face. "Yer tellin' me 'm gonna have to look my boss in the eye, telling him 'm fuckin' Tali with a tent in my trousers?"

Simon grins, a wicked, brutal thing. "Yep. And I'm going to be smiling the whole time."

Gaz has good taste.

I thought the beer garden would just be a bog-standard grass-and-some-benches type of thing, but I'm pleasantly surprised by the sight waiting for us when we step out of the open patio doors at the side of the pub. Half of the space is decked, with a railing and steps leading down to a semi-circle of wooden, shed-like structures, housing tables with built-in benches. There are still normal tables, scattered around in the open space with large, white parasols to offer shade from the blaring sun, but I can't see John or Gaz amongst the people there.

"They're in shed number five apparently," Simon supplies, sliding his phone into his back pocket. He points in the direction of a shed off to the side, the wooden siding painted a mockingly cheerful shade of yellow.

I look to him and Johnny in turn before making my best attempt at schooling my features into a smile. The flash of concern in Johnny's eyes is enough to tell me that it looks as pitiful as it feels.

Placing those large hands of his on my shoulders, he smiles down at me. I want to kiss him, but I know that Gaz and John have probably already seen us - watching from the open doorway of the shed. It's a risk I can't afford to take right now.

"Lassie," Johnny says in his most soothing voice, hands running up and down the lengths of my arms before stopping at my wrists, lacing my fingers with his. "You'll be fine. We'll be there the whole time; we won't leave ya alone out there." Then, ducking down until his lips brush against the shell of my ear, he adds, "We'll make it up to ye tonight."

When he pulls away, a smug, cocky half-smile on his face, I'm blushing furiously - cheeks burning with heat.

Si takes one look at me and lets out an exasperated sigh. "Brilliant. Can you two not keep it in your pants for five minutes? Behave, children."

With that, he marches off ahead, leaving us to trail behind at a much more leisurely pace. A few feet away from the doorway to the bright yellow shed, I untangle my fingers from Johnny's, wanting to keep some sense of normalcy for just a little while before I have to break the news.

A quiet, cowardly part of me wants one of the boys to do it for me - even though we all agreed that it was better coming from me.

Sucking in another deep breath, I relax my face and step into the shed behind Johnny. Gaz and John are on one side the table, Simon and Johnny naturally slotting in beside one another on the other. Before I can sit down next to John - the side where there is slightly more space - Johnny grabs onto my hand, guiding me down into the tiny gap between him and the shed wall.

I giggle as he jostles himself, bumping his hip against Si's repeatedly in an attempt to give me some more room, and I look up just in time to catch the tail-end of a glance between John and Gaz. My throat dries out.

"So... how are the ribs healing, Soap?" John asks, dark eyes homing in on the Scotsman.

Johnny squirms in his seat. "Yeah. I guess they're healing just fine, Captain. I've been doing all the exercises physio 've told me to do."

"And he's had this one at his beck and call," Simon adds, nodding his head in my direction. He's wearing a black surgical mask to conceal the lower half of his face, but I can tell by the crinkles at the corners of his eyes that he's smiling. "Perfect little nurse, she is."

I grumble, wanting desperately to hit him. "Ironic, given you're the one with the nurse outfit."

There's a pause as Gaz breaks down, his silent, shaking laughter devolving into a full-blown laughing fit. John tries in vain to hide his mouth behind his hand, but the quivering of his broad shoulders betrays his own amusement.

He looks up, offering me a kind smile. It's so warm that it makes my chest ache. "I'm... I'm not even going to ask," the stoic captain says.

"It's not a nurse outfit," Si protests, deadpan.

I flash him a saccharine sweet - if slightly vicious - smile. "Of course. Whatever you say, Nurse Riley."

He's bright red now. If he were any more embarrassed, he'd be steaming from the ears. "Johnny thought that it would be a funny joke gift for..."

"Don't ye worry, love," Johnny says, joining in on the light-hearted ribbing with zero remorse, "we won't judge ye."

We carry on laughing, joking around with one another. Gaz talks about his family and John tells the boys about something that someone they work with - a woman called Kate - told him the other week. Something about an upcoming mission that they might be assigned.

Before long, Johnny announces to the table that he's thirsty, making me stand up so that he and Si can clamber out of the shed. Despite his protests, they drag Gaz out with them too - insisting that they need a hand carrying the drinks back out. Which is bullshit.

I look up at John. For the first time all day, we're alone.

It's now or never.

"John... there's something that I've been wanting to talk to you about," I start, voice shaking slightly. I can hear my heartbeat thumping in my ears as my fight or flight response kicks in; my skin feeling too tight over my bones.

Immediately, there's a look of concern forms on his face, his brow lowering and making him look every bit his age. "What's wrong? I knew you seemed too quiet - have the boys said something to upset you?"

I shake my head firmly. "No. They haven't done anything. It's- um, it's something that I've done, actually."

Instead of asking any more questions, John just sits back, head resting against the wooden siding as he watches me with those dark, observant eyes. It reminds me of the day we first met - when he came to tell me about Alex; the way that he just sat and watched. The way he listened.

"I'm seeing Johnny."

John's face lights up with a look of complete and utter surprise.

"And Simon."

His jaw slackens. After a moment of stumbling over his words, he says, "Oh... okay."

Now it's my turn to be confused. "Okay?" I repeat slowly, turning the words over in my mouth.

He nods. "Okay."

My eyes narrow. "What does that mean?"

John lets out something between a sigh and an exhale, lifting a hand to rub his temples. A beat of silence passes. Then another. "Tali, I trust your judgement. Have done ever since I got to know you," he says, every word measured and considered, spoken in that low, soft voice of his. "You're a smart woman; you know what you're doing. Acting like you don't... that would be doing you a disservice. And I know the boys. It'd take a very special person to get them to open up, and - if anyone - I think that person would be you."

My chest squeezes.

Acceptance. This is acceptance.

Not hatred, or disgust, or anger.

"I... thank you, John," I say, my voice coming out as barely more than a whisper. Heat pricks at my eyes. "You have no idea how much that means to me."

John's eyes glitter. "You can tell me anything, kid. Nothing you say will ever change anything between us."

When Johnny and Simon return with Gaz and two trays of drinks not even five minutes later, I'm tucked into John's side, his arm wrapped tightly around my shoulders as I sniffle into his t-shirt.

"Everything alright?" Simon asks, eyes locked onto my tear-stained face.

I beam up at him, flashing him the widest, brightest grin I can muster. Feeling lighter than I have for a while now, I say, "Everything's perfect." Turning my attention to Gaz, I add, "Hey, Gaz?"

Slotting himself into the seat beside me, he swipes a pint off of the tray and hums in acknowledgement.

"I'm in a relationship with Johnny. And Simon."

Gaz hums again. "Figures."

Simon leans forward then, eyes practically popping out of his head. "What do you mean figures?"

He snorts out a laugh and, with a playful glimmer in those big dark eyes, he says, "Well, it would take a saint to put up with a grumpy old bastard like you. And Tali's no saint. So I figured she was getting some pretty good dick to-"

"That'll do," Simon barks, putting a swift end to that line of thought.

When the rest of us finally stop laughing, we settle in to enjoy our drinks and soak up an afternoon in the sun.

a/n: hey guys! so this was it: our longest chapter yet :) in the next few days, I'm going to be making some changes to the layout of this account - adding a navigation page in preparation for releasing some other non-Double the Love content etc etc. - see you again very soon, lapetitelapin :)

[dragonfirerogue-writes]

One Chance More

Wednesday x Reader

Part One

Eyes flutter open, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. You sit up, confused. Last you remembered, you were dying with a bouquet in your mouth. You give yourself a cursory pat-down but notice nothing abnormal. Standing up, you take a glance around.

It seems like you were in some sort of forest clearing, not unlike where you last ended up. Trees and fog block your sight after several feet. Past that, it's like an endless void stretching out into the ether. It feels like you're in a dreamscape, like nothing feels quite real. When you move to look forward again, there's a sudden figure in front of you.

"GAH! JEEZ!!" You yelp and fall back, landing back on the ground. Looking up, you see a blonde figure in an outfit reminiscent of Pilgrim World. As you stare longer, you notice the similarity to someone you once held dear.

"Wednesday? No... You can't be." You take a moment. "Definitely an Addams, though. It's uncanny."

The figure holds her hand out to help you back to your feet. "You are correct. I am Goody Addams. The one you speak of is of my bloodline." She continues to speak as you stand. "You are tied intrinsically with her. Though she views it as a weakness, you are her strength."

You let out a scoff. "That's a lie. Wednesday doesn't need me. She doesn't want me. Not anymore, at least." You look around, refusing to keep Goody within your sights. "If I'm here with you, that means I'm dead. That's proof enough.

"Not quite." The spirit enters your view once more. "You are in between the Veil. There is a chance for you to return."

"Why would I want to? I'll just suffer again. I'm not keen on coughing up flowers while the love of my life frolics with someone else."

You suddenly feel someone grab your wrist and you find yourself in a familiar clearing. When you find your bearings, you see Wednesday sitting with your body. Her knees are drawn close to her and she has a hand hesitantly holding yours. You glance at Goody and she brings a finger to her lips, gesturing you to watch.

"Is this my fault then?" You hear Wednesday say in a quiet voice. "Because I..."

The goth wasn't audibly crying but tears were streaming down her face. Her eyes stay on your face as if she wanted you to be the last thing she ever sees.

"When did you draw your last breath, my love?" The pet name makes you frown. "Was it right when I kissed him? Did you feel it in your heart?"

You turn away. Reliving your death wasn't an appealing idea. Especially when it was tied to getting your heart broken.

"Or did you remain for a moment longer?" She continues. "Did you feel my guilt and regret after?" That piques your interest. "Tyler is the Hyde. I saw it in a vision. When I realized that, I went straight to you. And now we're here.

"I'm not even certain you would want me here. I certainly couldn't blame you if you didn't. I've been horrible to you. You suffered while I strayed. Now, you're gone and I'm alone. The emptiness you left me is near unbearable."

A single sob escapes from her mouth and it startles you. You watch as she grasps your hand desperately and you swear you feel it yourself. Goody watches your reactions with interest.

"Mi amor... Mi vida. If by some miracle you return to me, I promise to show my devotion to you. I will turn into my parents if it means I'll feel your beating heart once more." She brings your hand to her lips. "Even if you want nothing more to do with me, I will love only you..."

You look away once more. This intimate moment felt too private to intrude on. The emotion Wednesday was releasing was almost too much.

"Have you heard enough?" Goody touches you once more and you appear back into the wooded void. "You have the choice now. Will you leave and doom the Raven with her sorrow or stay and live with her once more?"

A sigh sounds from your lips. "How do you know that I'm tied to Wednesday? Is it really so clear that we're to be together?" The spirit stands before you and places a hand at your heart.

"I can see the connection you share. It's strong, even now. Look past your doubts and you can feel it too."

You let your eyes close and focus on your heart. Its strong beats resonate through you and when you follow the pulse, it leads to Wednesday. When your eyes open, you're smiling at Goody.

"Thank you."

The outcast fades away with a smile, followed by your surroundings. With a deep breath, you close your eyes once more and prepare yourself to live once more.

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A loud gasp and coughing draws Wednesday's attention. The sudden movement of the formerly still body left her stunned. You had drawn in a breath, only to take in the flowers in your mouth. You flip over and hack up the flowers, clearing your airways. As soon as the assault was over, you let your gaze fall onto Wednesday.

"One more chance, yeah?"

Almost immediately, Wednesday draws you close, keeping your face in her hands and your foreheads together. "The only chance I'll need," she replies. She stares into your eyes with conviction. "I love you. You will never suffer like you did again." She pulls you close and presses her lips to yours. The passion was so intense that it almost overwhelms you. "I will be with you like a shadow. You will never feel loneliness again."

You grin and kiss her again. "I look forward to it."