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scream babe, mean babe, guess whoâs gonna cream babe! (pt. 3)
camgirl!vi x reader (pt 1 , pt 2)
summary: things between you and vi warp into some sort of competitive game. who can tease each other the most? who can debase who? a barbecue party is where true feelings are revealed: some trivial, some unfeigned.
content (18+): more angst ofc, cursing, dbf!sevika feature!!!!, drinking, lightweight!reader, jealousy, sub!vi, pathetic!vi, nipple play, use of y/n
it doesnât take long at all for you to join viâs trifling little game. if she expected you to lap up her teases like a desperate hound-dog then sheâs got another thing coming. she seems to think that youâre just so foolish and easy to manipulate â which is why she stepped on your foot under the table that horrid morning, held your hand through the sea of people and even bought that cd for you. showering you with attention the entire day, just so she could see your reaction. she was messing with you the entire time, waiting for you to keel over at her feet. but hell no. vi wants to play? oh, youâre more than welcome to join her.
day by day, your rivalry with vi nurtures into a big, fat glob of hatred. it sucks, because whilst vi is clearly obtaining fun from a) leaving your bathroom a mess on purpose, b) coming into your room, flexing in front of your mirror and leaving without closing the door, and c) having the nerve! the absolute nerve to fling her dirty top covered in dirt and stinking of sweat on your face. can you believe that shit? she may as well be an annoying little brother.
whatâs funny is that whilst she ran away giggling, she forgot about coming back to retrieve said shirt. since youâre not interested in ambling to her room and handing it to her so easily, itâs untouched; lying underneath your bed instead.
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at one point in the night, youâre laying in bed wide awake, watching the streaks of moonlight dappling your ceiling in creases of blue. the clock renders eleven. that damned eleven oâclock, still engraved in your brain even now. you want her back. not vi, but PinkSage. you thought your interest had distinguished like a flame after learning who she really is, but your current increasing arousal clearly seems to defy that. the two are different sides of the same coin anyway, like a crude mockery of dr jekyll and mr hyde.
you find yourself aching to see PinkSage sprawled on her desk chair and fucking herself stupid. with the notable mask covering half of her face, being a constant goad for the viewers. âface reveal is out of the question, at least for now.â hearing that on stream feels like forever ago.
the memory of her orgasming to your username vertebrates through not just your brain but your entire body. that crack in her voice, the way she was convulsing, her desperate keensâŚ
without any delay, your fingers already making its descent down your underwear. just quickly. itâll hardly be about her anywayâŚ
yet the door conveniently swings open, making you practically jump out of your skin.
âhey.â what a sweet little coincidence. âthank god, youâre not asleep. youâve got my shirt, right?â
you gawk at vi rigidly, unable to control how fast and hard you seem to be breathing. of course she notices, and her lips quirk up: ready to say something as always.
âoh, iâm sorry, was i supposed to knock?â
your nervousness is quick to simmer into irritation. must this bitch always interrupt you? even when youâre literally about to jerk off in the sanctity of your own bedroom?
an exasperated sigh leaves your lips. âyou talking about this old thing?â you reach under your bed, pulling out her tank top and waving it around. just like how PinkSage liked to do with her toys.
viâs eyebrows knit together. âyou had that shit under your bed? now iâm really glad iâm gonna wash itâŚâ
you hold the shirt out to give it to her, but just as sheâs about to grab it you quickly yank your hand back. vi frowns.
âmy bad.â you try and hide your grin as best as you can, especially when you pull the same move again, and again.
âyeah, real fuckinâ funny.â vi attempts to quicken her speed, proven futile as you still manage to be faster.
âtake it! iâm literally giving it to you.â you snicker, pretending to play coy. vi pounces on the bed, trying extra hard to grab it. itâs really funny seeing her try so hard, and almost cute hearing her huff and groan. almost.
âyouâre nearly there, itâs okay!â you chirp, even as you extend your arm even farther away. what you hadnât thought about was the fact that vi could plainly latch her arms around your body and pull herself up to grab it. when she does exactly that, your breath is taken away; chiefly because her chest is in direct contact to yours, so much so you can feel how hard her heart is beating, notorious pierced nipples crammed against yours. you have no idea if you should call yourself lucky or unlucky.
okay, see, in your defence, youâre acting blindly: internally freaking out by how close you two are. so you do what anyone else would do! frantically push her away⌠only to nudge your fingers against viâs boob. you swear itâs nothing but a simple accident, until you hear vi suck in a sharp breath and withdraw like sheâd been zapped; eyes widened like two saucers. in the sour of the moment you had forgotten that PinkSage is been famed upon for having a sensitive chest.
you both freeze. guess playtimeâs over now.
âum, here.â you tentatively fling the shirt to her. vi almost doesnât catch it, not with the way her eyes are set on you as if youâve grown another head.
âyou can take a picture, itâll last longer.â you try to sound funny, pulling a little joke in attempt of relieving you two of this dire situation, but it just surfaces as awkward and stupid instead. besides, vi doesnât laugh.
âright. have a good rest of your night.â viâs voice is palpably strained and her words are rushed . so is the way she she leaps off the bed: leaving the room as quick as light. you donât even know how you should feel right now.
a perverse part of you is glad that you caught her so off guard that sheâs as red as a tomato, back to being humbled again. essentially, youâre now one point up in this foolish game so you should be happy, right?
yet another part, a bigger part actually, feels embarrassed and irrevocably guilty. vi probably thinks youâre a disgusting pervert that did that shit on purpose. with the way she left, in so much desperation and haste, who knows if sheâs even going to look at you again?
you groan and throw yourself on the bed, palms on your eyes as you madly wriggle and toss around from side to side; trying to shake the utter embarrassment off of you.
this is going to be a long, tedious summer.
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over the next couple of days, not so much as an awkward âmorningâ is shared between the two of you. the slight closeness that had sprouted has now distinguished like a dying flame, and as much as youâd hate to admit, you feel glum, not to mention bored.
it was an accident, but now vi doesnât want to so much as be near you, as if youâre some infectious creature. itâs agitating, because itâs making you think a lot. too much. maybe you should just apologise? although resurfacing the shameful memory would be humiliating for the both of you. it feels like itâs too late to apologise anyway, considering the days of silent treatment that has stretched out between you two.
in a way, it feels immature. this has all felt immature.
on a particular balmy afternoon, your dad has the notorious idea of throwing a barbecue party. family friends and even neighbours are invited. in all candidness, youâre pretty excited. your dad is a beast at making good food, especially when youâre there to help him. yeah! thatâs exactly what youâll do: focus on grilling chicken and generally helping out instead of brooding over how weird things got with vi.
but things proves to be very difficult when she always seems to be within sight or hearing reach. the sun has mellowed; granting the sky into hues of twilight. you keep your eyes pointed at the chicken, sausages and corn whilst vi soaks up all of the attention from practically everyone in your garden. even the kids love her: running around and tugging at her for attention.
âhere.â vi quickly devises a daisy-chain headband that she gives one of the little girls. the girl timidly takes it before running away to press her face against her fatherâs back out of thorough shyness. you roll your eyes shut as a string of âawwwsâ follow after vi for that action. sheâs loved everywhere! as if wherever she goes, a trail of flowers bloom behind. itâs sickening.
you let yourself get a good look at her. viâs wearing a pink polo and washed out-jeans. she looks like any other dad out here, yet somehow managing to make it look better. you prolong your gaze, like penetrating daggers. look at me. look at me like you have before.
âjeez, what, someoneâs so hungry sheâs considering cannibalism now?â an ardent voice whisks you off your yearning stupor. you recognise it immediately, an excited inhale surging up your throat.
âsevika!â you squeal, practically jumping on her. sevika has been a family friend for longer than anyone else here has. she was your dadâs colleague before moving to the other side of the sea. you two were pretty close. she was unbelievably raw, which led you to receiving the best advice you know you wouldnât get anywhere else. not to mention, she was also one of the key reasons on how you figured out you were a lesbian.
before you found out the wonders of butch cam-girls, sevika had been the root of all your desires and fantasies. itâs slightly taboo and you know it â considering sheâs in the same damn age range as your father, but you couldnât and still canât help it. not since your blossoming hormones urged you to see to her in a different way. you still remember being too afraid to tell your friends that the reason why you werenât crushing on any boys in school was because you were fawning over a brawny woman twice your age instead.
you werenât expecting to see her here at all. you didnât even know she was back in town! sheâs still as hot as ever, if not hotter, as if growing older doesnât even phase her. you almost forget all about vi.
âhey, sugar, whatâs cracking?â sevika kisses the top of your head and you light up like a damn bulb. her manner of speaking has changed since you last saw her. probably because she moved to the south.
âiâm good. better, actually. since when were you back in town?â
âshhh. surprise.â she winks. oh, and could you blame crushing on sevika when sheâs so damn flirty? itâs apart of her nature, delivering flirty remarks so casually. you never look too much into it since youâre sure sheâs like that with everyone, yet each time itâs directed to you, you have a guilty pleasure of feeling special.
âwhoâs the pink haired woman? someone you know?â sevika points her chin towards vi, whoâs drinking a beer and making some woman giggle a lot. must they flirt so shamelessly in a family barbecue party? itâs inappropriate, and you donât even realise how much youâre making a face until sevika points it out.
âshe-sheâs our guest. staying over for the summer. she does volunteering.â you sounded a little too bitter in your last words there, and that makes sevika laugh.
âyou donât like her?â she takes a swig of her beer, eyebrows knitted together in curiosity. you have to look away.
âsheâs⌠sheâs alright. fine.â you feel your skin prickle, probably from all the lies scuttling up your back. no, i donât think of her as just âalrightâ, because sheâs actually my favourite camgirl pornstar who turns out to be really mean yet i still like her and i accidentally touched her boob and now we arenât talking and it fucking sucks andâ
âhere. old enough now, ainât we?â sevika smirks, offering her bottle to you. you hesitantly take it.
âthank you.â you take a large swig, basically gulping it down. you need it. two of your past and present crushes are in the same damn place, itâs overwhelming!
âwoah! slow down, babyâŚâ sevika chuckles, drawing the bottle away from you. a bit of liquor oozes from the corner of your lips and you wipe it, gazing at her like you donât know any better. like a fool who was just born yesterday.
the alcohol warms you up better than the now-dying sun could, and you feel slow. sevikaâs gaze seizes you up and down and you gush in more ways than one.
âyou wanna dance? the music is good. âs my playlist actually.â you find yourself mumbling. alas, hereâs the confidence you havenât felt in a while now. funny how youâre offering to dance when you feel so floaty that youâre losing your balance whilst literally standing.
âyou sure? you donât wanna drink some water instead?â sevika gently guides your chin up, assessing how drunk you are. dedicated lightweight, always have been. youâre lagging on registering her words, but what youâre quick to feel instead is a pair of eyes studying you immediately. you sneak a glance and youâre right to find vi watching the two of you with a slight curious expression on her face. a surge of excitement pulsates through you. hereâs the fun. you roll your attention back to sevika and smile, making a show of slinking your arms around her neck.
âiâm all good. aaaaall good.â you giggle. sevika finds all of this entertaining, though oblivious to the way youâve caught viâs attention. she gives in, and you guys start to sway along to the music. whilst sevika murmurs in your ear about all the places in the south that she thinks youâd like, your eyes are set on viâs. itâs intense the way your eyes are locked together, and you relish in the way her jaw clenches when she realises what youâre doing. your fingers faintly grip sevikaâs back a little tighter, in a way only vi would notice. for her eyes only.
honestly, vi looks laughable standing there; gawking at you as she is. it propels you to laugh in sevikaâs shoulder â a move that seems to be the last straw for vi, because she turns around and storms away. you glance back up and sheâs gone.
âeverything okay? you hungry or somethinâ?â sevika asks. your gaze flicks to sevika, before drifting back to the area where vi was standing, now just a patch of grass.
âsorry, i need the bathroom.â you mutter, hardly coherent as you pull away from sevika and start to slowly stumble your way inside.
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you ignore the way your mother calls for you, or the random people trying to start a conversation. once in the kitchen, you survey the area. thereâs some people chatting away but no sight of vi. lumbering your way upstairs, you check the closest room which is your own, only to find some random baby asleep in your bed. definitely not vi.
you peek inside viâs room, but itâs empty. in your drunken muddle, the possibility of vi being in the bathroom doesnât even occur to you, and you feel so dizzy that you want to rest in the bathroom for a bit, maybe stare at yourself in the mirror for too long and dreadfully think about your life choices.
swinging open the door carelessly, vi almost yells â until actually noticing itâs you.
âvi?â you blink owlishly.
vi breathes in soft disbelief, shaking her head. âshouldâve known you wouldâve creeped on me in the bathroom.â
âwhaâ i didnât even know you were here! this is my bathroom, you know.â you retort, not even choosing to dwell on the fact that youâd been looking for her.
âi donât remember asking. get out.â vi grumbles lamely. you glare at her incredulously.
ânot when youâre talking to me like that. why are you so mean? youâre always so mean to me.â
it could be the alcohol talking, sure, but itâs real thoughts being spoken aloud. you close the door, locking the two of you in there.
âbut then you go ahead and buy a cd for me, and you hold my hand. i donât like it, but itâs also all iâve wanted.â you step in front of her, pinning your hands down on either side of the sink so sheâs confined.
vi gawks at you, clearly surprised by the boldness, however she quickly composes herself.
âwhat are you even saying? spittinâ slam poetry at me or some shit?â she scoffs, trying to push past you. you stand your ground, gripping the sink tighter so she has no choice but to stay put and listen.
âiâm not going until you tell me what your damn problem is.â
âi donât have one.â vi snaps, veering her face closer to yours as a result.
âyouâre acting like i planned this! like i plotted for you to come and live in my house. i didnât ask for this!â you raise your voice.
âi didnât ask for this either!â vi roars. impenetrable silence infuses the room like a merciless wave. nothing can be heard but the frantic breathing expelling from the both of you. synchronised. your heart pounds against your ribs and hers pounds harder in tandem. hate is a word that has been muddled and twisted into something else. something more, but something less all the same.
âsay something or leaveââ
you donât know what exactly propels you to do it, but you choose to shut her up by leaning in and crashing your lips against hers like a meteorite. as if the biggest âfuck youâ you could give is through a kiss.
and hell, it may as well be, in the light of the way youâre projecting all your anger and frustration into this, lips roughly moving against hers. vi stands still for a moment, before responding to the kiss in her own manner â relenting and matching your intensity.
you two get yourselves in a frenzy of wildness: teeth clinking together, tongues smothered against each other like theres no damn tomorrow. you grip viâs hips, pushing her into sitting down on the sink. vi moans in your mouth, and you press yourself against her so closely that her head hits the mirror.
âyou fucking bitchâŚâ you whisper exasperatedly, before sinking your teeth in her bottom lip and slightly dragging it, almost drawing blood. vi whimpers, her fingers flying to your hair and tugging it tightly. your noises mate with hers at the tempting sensation of viâs fingers on your hair. everything about this moment between you two is unbelievably passionate and fervid.
your hands grip viâs wrists, slamming them against the mirror like a bird with clipped wings. vi gazes at you with meek eyes, making you certain that sheâd bend over backwards at your beck and call. her brain is muddled and blank, all because of you. all because of you.
âis this what you wanted?â you whisper into her neck, pressing chaste kisses to the sensitive flesh. vi sucks in a breath.
âw-what?â she sputters out.
âyou heard me.â you drag a stripe across her neck, compelling vi to whimper: especially when you nip at her skin.
âanswer, pretty girlâŚâ you whisper this like itâs a prayer, serving vi at the altar. vi melts, words slipping from her lips before her brain is able to stop her.
âso fucking bad⌠you donât even knowâŚâ she whines breathily. you smile at her, loosening your grasp from her wrists so you can slip her shirt off. vi welcomes it, willingly raising her arms so it can come off with more ease. once sheâs in sheâs sports bra, you let your hand trail down her stomach, the pad of your fingers playing with the cluster of hair on her lower stomach, teasing her waistband with your pinky before purposely disengaging. vi watches all of this through hooded eyes, trying to stifle her pathetic noises by biting her lip.
your gaze flicks to viâs clothed breasts, metal bars prominently standing out. you unconsciously lick your lips.
âtheyâre so sensitive, huh?â you put your question to the test by grazing a hand over her chest, in which vi faintly jolts. so cute.
âyou should be glad i know everything you like.â your hands slip underneath viâs sports bra, raising it up and shamelessly playing with viâs nipples. poor thing cannot compose herself for the life of her, a series of quiet moans and whimpers spilling out of her lips whether she can help them or not.
your fingers roll the buds, eyes trained on vi the entire time â gauging all her reactions. viâs little whimpers grow into full-blown moans, especially when you latch your lips around her right nipple; sucking and flicking your tongue, feeling the tinge of the metal bar. sheâs twitching and squirming, unable to sit still and having no idea where to put her hands. she resolves in gripping the sink tightly, sinking her head back and taking what youâre giving her like a good girl.
ây/nâŚâ vi whimpers pathetically, and you feel your cunt flex in return. you nip at her bud, simultaneously flicking the other one. vi cries aloud and you glance up at her.
âyou want the whole damn party to hear?â
vi had clearly forgotten about that. she quietly shakes her head. youâve managed to get her so compliant that you want to proudly pat yourself on the back.
you resume, your gaze fixed on her as your mouth lavishes attention on the left nipple now. vi isnât able to hold eye contact with you for long, especially with the overbearing stimulation. her back is bowing frontwards, a silent plea for more. who said you wanted to stop anyways?
itâs your teeth pulling at her nipple that drives vi absolutely batshit, possessing her into jerking so strongly that her hips buckle into yours. you grind against her hips, feeling your own sparks of pleasure. viâs hand flies to her mouth, trying to keep herself quiet as per your request. you smirk, liking the feeling how you could crush the usual mean, stony vi under your thumb with the pliant woman youâve got in front of you right now.
âiâm gonna cumâ iâm gonna cum, y/n⌠hah, pleaseâŚâ vi muddles through her words, twitching repeatedly. you grin as you flatten your tongue, feeling the coldness of the metal as you slowly drag your tongue upwards, massaging the nipple with the wetness of your muscle. you kill vi.
vi grunts, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she undergoes a remarkably intense climax. you pull away and watch her in awe, as stars explode behind her eyelids and she spasms a little.
she slumps forward onto your shoulder, panting hard down your neck. your skin prickles with heat as a result, fingers hesitantly reaching up to gently stroke the back of her hair. vi likes it, like a puppy being cared for.
âhaah, thank you⌠thank you.â vi blabbers on your shoulder, her words slurring into a heap of incoherent words. you cup viâs face with two hands, raising it up so you can gauge how fucked up she looks right now.
âall from a little nipple play, huh?â your thumb traces viâs bottom lip before faintly dragging it downwards.
âyouâ know theyâre um⌠sensitive. plus iâve been pent up. â viâs train of thought is slowly starting to come to, but not fully. not with the way sheâs struggling to speak. you want to ask more and more questions, just so you can enjoy her sputtering and stammering. but you go for an even better ruse instead.
you begin to lean in again as if youâre going in for a kiss. viâs eyes repeatedly flick to your lips, her breathing fluttering and quickening its pace. yet just as youâre a stoneâs throw awayâŚ
âhave a good rest of your night.â you purr, before casually walking straight out of the door, leaving vi to gather her tangled thoughts. vi blinks repeatedly, running a hand across her face.
âtouchĂŠ.â she murmurs, pulling her sports bra down and picking up her shirt to put it on again.
meanwhile, youâre trying not to fall down the stairs over how giddy you are. vi got her tit for tat: teasing you before acting as if nothing happened surely came back to nip her in the bud. the score is even and youâre satisfied, hoping that you left vi thirsting for more.
and you would give her more and beyond, if only that meant you would lead through irrefutable punishment first.
a/n: okay pt 4 is gonna be so much easier to write now that thereâs a sexual relationship established between vi and reader so thank god no more angst!! WOOO hope u guys enjoyed this one ^_^ i also proofread this less than i usually do so if thereâs a mistake then ignore it hehehâŚ
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flatliners 1990 being about confession and absolution
flatliners 2017 being about uhmmm i dunno. If you feel too guilty you may die, even if you didn't do anything, but you can just forgive yourself and get away with covering up murder without consequence. It's cool.
#im being unfair to it i just remember hating it so much#and having a really stupid long big thing about the differences#how they tried to use the vampire show girl as the ks character stand in but the gravity of what they did and their culpability#vs how they tried to fix things just doesn't work#and it's also v important that a lot of their biggest regrets - in fact all but 1 - were childhood issues#a type of guilt that lives with you as you've grown up and become a better person#sutherlands character was responsible for another kids death when he was a shitty awful child#and the guilt of causing that nearly kills him#vampire show girl within the last two years of the movie killed a guy and covered it up cause she felt entitled to a spotless record#and she makes no meaningful steps#why wasn't her first 'how to undo the harm i caused' step to confess what she fucking did to an authority in the hospital??#instead nah she's just too good a doctor it would be bad for the world for her to face consequences and what she really needs to do#is learn to forgive herself for killing that guy#bite my ass#such a fucking bad movie
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guys im new to tumblr but i just had a thought about pornstar!gojo that i had to share. plsss can i sit at the gojofucker table for lunch plsss ^^
pornstar!satoru who just so happens to live in the apartment next to yours. sharing a wall means you don't get to be blissfully ignorant about his profession, because he just has to be a workaholic... or sex addict if you look at it in a different light. some nights you get no sleep because of the banging of a headboard against the wall and the long drawn out moans that sound a little too real for porn. if satoru wasn't such a good neighbor (or so attractive) you'd make a noise complaint by now.
but of course you get curious one night when one of the 'co-stars' he has over is crying joyous climax. surely he's not that good, right? you don't even register your actions as you open up your laptop and search up his name.
of course you click the first link that comes up. and of course you hold your breath as the first video loads up and you find out he's a whole lot bigger than you had imagined he was. then, of course, you scold yourself for thinking about his dick size in the first place as you dip your fingers beneath the waistband of your pyjama pants to touch yourself in time to the thrusts of his cock into someone else.
you have him on full view in the video in front of you, and the sounds of him fucking some girl into her third or fourth orgasm of the night just beyond the thin walls of your apartment. but the video in front of you ends and so you click on his profile and press play on the first thing that comes up because you're horny and in need of visual stimulation.
but you realize once the video starts up that it isn't a recorded porn video, it's a livestream: a cam show. you're watching your neighbor fuck some girl stupid while you're on the other side of the decorated wall in his background fucking yourself dumb on your fingers wishing it was him.
hundreds of people are watching, too, but none of them are hearing it in real time. feeling the walls vibrate each time the headboard hits it. none of them are going to wake up in the morning and bump into him in the hallway. he'll tell you good morning and get that sheepish look on his face because he knows he's loud when he cums and you look too tired to have slept through his orgasm.
you time your climax with his. release all over your sticky fingers when he cums deep in the girl he's got pinned into a mating press beneath him. you then realize, of course, that you'll never be able to look your neighbor in the eyes ever again now that you've watched him drain his balls into someone else, and you close your laptop lid to sleep.
you swear it will never happen again.
until it does.
the next night you're sitting on your couch with your laptop open. sitting in the waiting room of his cam show, a little 'thehonoredone will be live soon!' notification lighting up your screen as you make sure your toy is charged.
when there's a knock on your door, and you get up to answer it in your horny-brain-fog state just to swing the door open to satoru gojo, who is asking if he can borrow a laptop charger because his broke and he really can't have his laptop die in the middle of his... work meeting.
and you're so bashful seeing him, especially after what you did to yourself whilst thinking of him the night prior, that you don't even think about it, you just let him in! and the man you've now seen cum ropes is stepping into your apartment just to see your laptop (and vibrator) left laying on the couch. with his camshow waiting room open.
you'd be mortified if you had the time to be. because you don't know how or why it happens, but within minutes satoru's scheduled solo show turns into a marathon sex stream. 'SEEING HOW MANY TIMES I CAN MAKE MY NEIGHBOR CUM' is streamed live to hundreds of people who are all doing what you did last night, as they watch you get folded in half and fucked mean.
the screen doesn't even do it justice. he's big and rough but gentle in a way you can't think of the words to describe because the tip of his cock keeps kissing your cervix over and over again. the hands that you've only felt once when you shook his hand in greeting are now physically holding your thighs up so he can get deeper inside of you.
you learn a few things about your neighbor that night: like how he loves it when you say his name. and how he bites when he cums, sinks his teeth into your neck or shoulder or your chest when he spills into you just to fuck it deep and keep going. he also points out to you, when he whispers low in your ear so none of his viewers can hear, that every single person he's brought over to fuck, resembles you in some way or another.
you learn that they're all so loud because he really is just that good, but also because he wanted them to be loud. he wanted you to hear them get fucked mindless so that you'd get all hot and bothered at the thought of it happening to you too!
you also learn, as he fucks you through your last orgasm (sixth, by the way), that stumbling in on you gearingup to watch his pornm wasn't a mistake. he saw your name in his audience list... plus, he heard you time your orgasm with his lat night.
the walls are thin, after all.
i made a part 2!!!!
#gojo smut#gojo x reader#satoru gojo smut#satoru gojo x reader#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x you#jujutsu kaisen x you#gojo xyou#satoru gojo x you
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Tags: dad!Toji x fem!reader, modern!au, nsfw, mdni, breeding kink, he calls himself daddy
Synopsis: Youâre Tojiâs live-in nanny. He wants to breed you, and he successfully does so.
An: This is my story on ao3!! You can read it here. If youâre feeling extra nice, a kudos would be cool too.
Being a single dad was hard. Toji learned quickly after his wife's death that he in fact couldn't do this alone. The way little Megumi's big eyes looked up to him for direction... him of all people. He was not cut out for this. Megumi's mom was a wonderful mother: sweet, nurturing, and patient. Toji really didn't know if he was any of those things.
Luckily, her life insurance provided Toji with a relatively comfortable life combined with his job in construction of course. Construction might be his vice. He got away from home for 12 hours a day, and he worked so hard that his brain was mush by the time he was home. Not that he didn't love his son, he did, but every time he looked at Megumi he saw his sweet late wife. He also saw his short comings as a father.
Babysitters quit on him regularly. It was always the same excuse. "Megumi's an angel, but I can't be here 7 days a week. I have a life too." It was incredibly annoying. They'd stay for Megumi but left due to another one of his shortcomings.
Another one quit. That would be the third one this month. "Listen Mr. Fushiguro, I know a friend. She does this sort of thing on a different level. Have you ever considered having a live-in nanny?"
That stupid girl's question enlightened Toji. He had completely forgotten that live-in nannies still existed. After getting her friend's number and paying her what he owed her for her time, Toji relaxed on the couch with little Megumi tucked into his side. The three-year-old was happily babbling next to him, enamored by Toji's phone that was in his hand.
Toji looked at the number dialed into his phone, and he sighed. He was tired of making cold calls to potential babysitters like he was some desperate whore, but maybe, maybe this would be different. He wouldn't mind having a live-in nanny. His house wouldn't mind it either. Toji would be able to finally breathe. No more coming home from 12 hour shifts to pop something to eat in the microwave and wash the dishes. He wouldn't even have to see this so-called nanny often. He could pick up more hours at work with all of his new freedom of not having to worry about pissing off the babysitter.
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Either way, that's how you ended up in Toji's house. For the past three months you had taken care of Megumi, cleaned and deep cleaned his entire house, cooked him plenty of dinners from scratch, and even did his laundry the exact way he preferred. His house has never looked better, and Megumi had never looked so happy.
Despite being here for three months, you barely saw Toji. He seemed to avoid you like the plague and only answer with one-worded answers, which was fine. This was your job, not your actual family. There was no need for extensive communications. Though, you had gushed to your friend plenty over text about how hot "Mr. Fushiguro" was. He was conventionally attractive, yes. But you also always had a thing for the brooding types, and dammit, Toji was brooding. There was also something to be said about how he came home in the evenings. A black wifebeater clinging to his skin from a long day of working out in the sun. His jeans would be dirty from the work he was doing. His skin glistening from a thin sheen of sweat. His hair was always a mess. Goddammit. It was enough to make you feel fertile.
It was early in the morning, Toji was getting ready to go to work. Megumi had woken up, crying for his papa not to leave him. He's going through an extra clingy phase. He's usually okay once Toji's gone.
"Papa!" Megumi cried as Toji entered the living room. You had Megumi in your lap, rocking him with a sleepy look on your face. His tears were wetting your shirt, but you didn't seem to mind.
"He'll be back tonight, Gumi." You shooshed him and continued to try to rock him and pat his back.
Toji's face was unreadable. He was never one to get all upset over Megumi's crying, but hearing his son cry out for him tugged on his heartstrings extra this morning. Then, there was you. You were a godsend to Toji's life. Getting a live-in nanny was one of the best decisions he had ever made. Above that, you were excellent with Megumi. You were sweet... nurturing... patient. He hated how seeing you with his son made him feel. It almost felt like maybe 2 kids wouldn't be that big of a deal. Maybe 3. One on each of your legs and another one swelling in your belly. God. He was disgusted in himself for thinking like that.
"I love you, kiddo." Toji said quickly as he leaned down, giving Megumi's forehead a quick peck. The toddler made grabby hands for him. It was almost enough to make him stay home. Almost. Toji's eyes met yours as he was still leaned over. His face was close to yours. The tension between them were palpable. The moment felt like eternity between them.
Then, a black credit card was in view. "I need new work gloves. Get the extra thick rubber ones, will ya? Also, get whatever you and the kid want. I'll be back late tonight." He handed you the card and sauntered out of the house despite Megumi's pleas for him to stay. You looked at the Amex black card and blinked a couple of times. Only the top earners in the world had cards like this. Toji was just an average blue collar dad... It made you wonder how he got a card like this.
You still spent that shit though.
*** *** ***
Toji looked at his phone on the jobsite. No one dared to tell him to put it away. Toji was the best most competent worker out on the field. He could work circles around supervisors and project managers alike, and he was damn smart. He didn't need a pencil and paper or a calculator to make quick conversions in his head. So, most people stayed out of his way.
He smirked and chuckled at the notifications rolling in from his bank. 78.97 at Target. 21.25 at McDonald's. 43.52 at Barnes and Noble. 9.24 at Starbucks. He was happy you and Megumi were getting to have a little shopping spree.
You were also great at keeping him updated. You sent him lots of pictures and videos of Megumi. He cherished each one of them, immediately getting some of them printed and hung up in his house. There was even a picture of you and Megumi proudly displayed in the living room. In his mind, you were an integral part of the family. The "family" simply would not function if it weren't for you.
A fond smile spread across his face as he opened his messages. A picture of Megumi's little hands trying to fit into his new gloves that she had bought him. Great. She got the right ones. "I think he wants to be just like daddy :)", the message read.
Oh.
Oh.
The twitch that just occurred in his pants should be punishable in a court of law. In no way should he have gotten turned on by that. You were just being nice. It was a normal thing for people to refer to him as "daddy" in that context. It never affected him in the way it was right now.
So anyways, that's how he ended up in the port-a-potty busting a load all over a picture of you that he had on his phone. After the shock of his orgasm that came quicker than ever, he looked down, disappointed in himself. He wasn't some horny teenage boy anymore. This was just downright deplorable. Begrudgingly, he wiped his phone clean from his sins. Post-nut clarity swirled his brain. He couldn't believe he just did that.
He called your number. He had to make things right.
"Hello? Is everything okay?" You immediately asked. After living with Toji for some time now, you learned that he doesn't just call people. He will absolutely decline a call to just text and ask what's up.
"Everything is fine." He replied, trying to hide his amusement. It was cute that you seemed so worried for him. "Are you still in town?"
"Yeah, Megumi and I are about to leave Starbucks and head home. Why? What's up?" You responded back to him. He could hear Megumi happily singing a song in the background.
"You know you spent 152 dollars today?" Toji asked as he popped his back up against the port-a-potty door. He had a lazy smirk on his face.
"Oh- crap. I'm sorry. You can take whatever you see fit out of my pay-" He interrupted your nonsense quickly.
"Do you think I'm poor?" His voice was amused, not angry like you expected it to be.
"What-? No.. no, sir. I was just-"
"I told you to get whatever you and the kid want. Don't come back home until your certain that you can't carry the amount of stuff you bought in one trip." He said quickly. His stomach was already coiling from how you called him sir. He grimaced as he felt another twitch. I just took care of you dammit.
"Oh... oh, okay? Are you su-" Click. He hung up on you. One too many dumb questions. You looked at Megumi as he strapped into the backseat of your car. He looked intrigued by the conversation even though you knew he realistically had no idea what was just said. "Daddy said we have to go to the toy store." You grinned at him. He was smiling and clapping over the word "toy".
234.22 at Toys-R-Us. 122.56 at Lego. 208.38 at Aerie. 88.21 at Ulta Beauty. Another 94.48 at Barnes and Noble.
The way Toji grinned each time he felt that familiar vibration of his phone go off, meaning another notification from his bank was off-putting. Workers on the jobsite never seen him so happy. It was his penance for being such a horny freaky fuck.
*** *** ***
It was later that same evening. Megumi was in the living room surrounded by toys and crafting materials. He was currently drawing all sorts of "shadow animals" as he called them. You would of course look and nod your head, congratulating him on each terribly drawn animal. You acted like that was the best damn wolf-bear-owl hybrid you ever saw.
You were in the kitchen cooking chicken and dumplings. The clock on the stove read seven p.m. You didn't expect to see Toji at all this evening. He said he was working late this morning. Usually, that meant he was dragging his feet in through the door until well past ten p.m.
Still, you made him a serving of chicken and dumpling soup. You always did. Even when he worked late, you would put him a helping of dinner in the microwave to keep warm. You never knew, but he was always delighted by that. He ate the dinners each time.
A key jingling in the door handle caught your attention while you were getting Megumi settled at the dining room table. Three-year-olds were so hard to manage: too small to eat by themselves but too big to be locked in a high chair.
Toji stepped into the living room with a small grunt. He smirked as he looked around at his destroyed living room. Toys, crayons, and pieces of "artwork" were strewn all about the place. He glanced up towards you and Megumi in the kitchen. He took note of how your face was flushed and surprised.
"Papa!" Megumi happily shouted before the little bastard ran from your grasp to go hug on Toji's legs. His dad smiled as he looked down at Megumi, and he used his hand to mess up Megumi's hair affectionately.
"Go eat your food, kiddo." Toji said warmly to his son. Megumi happily obliged and ran right back to his seat right next to you, and you fed him a spoonful of the soup.
"You're home early." You stated the obvious.
Toji would never tell you, but he left early because he missed you two.
"Don't sound too happy to see me." He remarked in a sarcastic tone.
"What-? No, I just.. would've cleaned up more had I known you would be home so soon..." You responded. Megumi was sitting beside you whining for another bite of food. You snapped out of your surprise, and you fed him another bite of chicken and dumplings.
"Why? I don't give a damn what this place looks like." Toji said with a small nonchalant shrug. He walked through the living room, carefully stepping over the toys. Before you had become his nanny, this was how his house normally looked: messy, lived in. "I've got a bowl of dinner in the microwave. My kid's happy and fed. I couldn't care less what that living room looks like."
Your heart fluttered at the sentiment. Toji was easy to please. He really just wanted what was best for his kid, and that was you. "I like making sure you have nothing to worry about." You replied. He looked at you with an unreadable expression. It looked like he might've wanted to say something, but he had backed out last minute. He hummed and walked towards his bedroom to shower the dirt, sweat, and grime from the day.
While Toji showered, you had finished feeding Megumi and yourself. You allowed Megumi to have about an hour of TV time before bed. He really enjoyed old X-Men cartoons. You turned them on for him and parked him on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket.
You hummed softly as you worked in the kitchen. You packed meal prep containers of soup for Toji to take for lunch for the next couple of days. Then, you were washing dishes in front of the sink.
*** *** ***
"I like making sure you have nothing to worry about." Your words repeated in Toji's head over and over like a mantra. He hadn't felt so... cared for in a long, long time. It made his heart feel full, which was an unfamiliar feeling for him. A less unfamiliar feeling was his dick standing fully erect and at attention. He groaned quietly as he leaned his head back in the shower.
Something had to be in the air recently. He was a grown man with desires, sure. But this was a new record for him. Ever since you started being a live-in nanny for him, the boners were a daily thing. Hell, twice or three times a day sometimes. He's tried everything... Well, okay, maybe not everything, but he's tried cold showers and staying away from you. Neither of those things work to soothe him.
His hand was gliding up and down his length for the second time today. He was facing the shower wall with his arm propped up on it, supporting his head. Damn you for making him feel like a slave to his desires. You wanted to make sure he had nothing to worry about? Then, you should be the one in here fixing this damn mess, not him. He pitifully rutted into his hand, imaging he's plunging deep into you. Imagining the multiple ways he'd fuck the hell out of you is the only thing that soothes the ache, but this time he didn't see an end in sight.
He gritted his teeth together, and he balled up his fist, rearing back before stopping himself. He's not a teenager anymore. He can't punch walls. He took a deep breath and turned the shower off. No, this won't do. He needs to fix this at the source.
After quickly drying off and getting dressed, he walked back into the kitchen. His eyes scanned over the house. Megumi was enthralled by the TV, and you were washing dishes. Perfect.
He slowly approached you from behind. He could tell you didn't hear him as you were still softly humming. Usually, you would stop humming if he entered the kitchen. He never understood why. The sounds of your melancholic hums were beautiful and soothing to him.
He was directly behind you, and his hands gently cupped your hips. You immediately flinched and made a soft scream that was quickly silenced by one of his hands. "Shh, we don't want to disturb the little brat, do we?" Toji said into your ear. His warm breath ghosted over the shell of your ear, making you shiver.
Toji's eyes flicked over towards the living room. Megumi hadn't moved an inch. Perfect.
Toji slowly released your mouth. To his delight, you didn't make a sound. He could hear how your breath was slightly labored from him scaring you. A small chuckle rose from his throat. His hands went back to your hips, and he pressed himself against your voluptuous ass. A hum of approval escaped him. He could see your hands gripping the countertops.
"Nod your head. You like this? Want me to keep pressing myself against you?" Toji whispered into your ear. You took your bottom lip between your teeth, and you nodded your head eagerly, giving him consent.
"Dirty fucking girl." His voice was like a growl in your ear as he started to move his hips, dragging his length up and down along you. You could feel each inch of his length beckoning for you. "I knew you'd take whatever I gave you, but this? Letting me grind against you like a pathetic teenager while my son is in the living room? You're such a fucking slut." His hands were digging into your hips as he continued his controlled motions.
"Mnn.. fuck.." You softly whimpered out. Thank god the X-Men were currently in a loud fight scene.
You slightly frowned as you suddenly didn't feel Toji behind you anymore. You were about to turn around and ask what he was doing, but his fingers curling into the waistband of your leggings told you everything you needed to know. "Toji-" You managed to whisper out. No way could you two do this while Megumi was in the next room over.
"Shut up." Toji interrupted you. He had taken his throbbing length out of his sleeping pants, and he had a look of concentration on his face as he angled himself right at your entrance. "You have no fucking idea how long I've needed this. So just be a good girl, shut up, and take what I give you."
Direct orders from your boss. Who were you to deny the man who just spoiled you all day today?
It was a tight fit. Toji wasn't a gentleman. He didn't prep you with his fingers or mouth. This wasn't love making. It was hardly fucking. This was fulfilling a need.
"God... fuck. I didn't expect you to be that tight." He growled into your neck as he held your hips still against him. It felt like he was splitting you apart. You couldn't even respond to him.
He noticed how tightly you were gripping the counter and how you weren't responding to him. Your knuckles were turning white. He almost felt guilty. His hand came around the front of you, and he gently rubbed the swollen bundle of nerves. "Shhh... You can take it. I know you can." He whispered into your ear as it was taking every last shred of self-restraint not to fuck you into oblivion right on this counter. He slowly pulled back until just his tip was inside, and he pushed all the way back in. "That's it. There's my good girl." He praised in your ear. It was not lost on him that he felt you get wetter with each praise.
He hesitated, but he said it anyway, "You wanna be a good girl for daddy, don't you?" He whispered into your ear. That phrase made you tremble in his arms and nod your head. He slowly pulled back out and pushed right back in, taking you slowly. "That's right... hngh, fuck." He moaned into your ear. "You want to be fucked by daddy. You want to take his cock like a good girl. Take it." His hips started to move with more conviction.
You were already so out of it. This was like a dirty fantasy come true. You couldn't help but check the TV a few times to make sure X-Men was still playing. You were still worried that Megumi might run in here for whatever reason and see you bent over in front of his dad. You knew it was unlikely. Megumi could watch that TV like a zombie all day if you let him. Besides, you would be able to hear the small pitter-patter of his footsteps.
"Stop looking at the fucking TV. Trust me." Toji growled into your ear as he forced your hips down onto him roughly. A noiseless gasp escaped you. He wasn't small, and he knew that. He was using it to his advantage.
"Fuck." He groaned quietly as he rubbed you with a bit more fervor. You could already feel that familiar warm feeling coiling in your stomach. "I'm going to fuck a baby into you. You were fucking made for this. Made for raising my kids and taking my fucking load." He was spewing nonsense into your ear, but in the moment, you couldn't help but nod and moan. "You were made for me." He proclaimed as his hips continued harshly snapping into your backside. Somehow the sounds were masked.
"You want that, don't you?" He asked as he bit down on your neck then lapped at the bite mark with his tongue.
"Yes, daddy!" You quietly exclaimed. His thrusts only increased in power. Your eyes started to cross, getting lost in pleasure.
"Fuck. You're gonna look so perfect pregnant with my baby. I won't let you have a break. As soon as one comes out; I'm puttin' another one in you." He continued on yapping about how many kids he was going to pump into you. "I'll breed you again and again." His thrusts were heavy and brutal. You couldn't take it anymore.
He moaned as he felt you clenching around him, finishing all over his cock. It was enough to drive him overboard. He pumped you full of cum until you were sure some of it was seeping out.
There was a peaceful moment of dizzy highness for you two. Toji panted against your back. For the first time in while, he's felt satisfied. A soft amused laugh escaped him as he heard the iconic X-Men episode coming to an end. He swiftly pulled out of you, and he tried to ignore that little whimper of protest you let out. He tucked himself back into his pants, and he pulled your leggings and panties back up for you since you were still a trembling mess over the counter.
"Alright Kiddo, c'mon. Time for bed." Toji said as he sauntered off into the living room as if he didn't just rearrange your guts. He put Megumi to bed that night, and he cleaned up the living room for you, allowing for you to recover in his bed for round two. He was much more of a gentleman for round two.
*** *** ***
"Hey... I know I ain't been to see you in a while. I'm sorry." Toji said as he sat down on the grassy ground. "I was letting life pass me by for too damn long." He said as he took a wet washcloth and began to wash up his late wife's gravestone. "I'm doing better now, so don't worry about me."
"Megumi's growing like a weed. I'm sorry I didn't bring him to see you... I just don't know how to explain it to him." Toji's voice was full of guilt as he dragged the wet washcloth against the stone. "He's a good kid though. He looks just like you, damn bastard." He softly laughed, knowing his wife would've struck him over the side of the head for calling Megumi a damn bastard.
"Listen... I met a girl." He leaned his head over the gravestone. It had been close to three months since you and Toji started sleeping together. There wasn't a formal label to your relationship, but it didn't feel necessary. You two both knew you were sleeping exclusively with each other. "I think you'd like her, or maybe you wouldn't since she's fucking your husband. But either way... I-" He choked up a bit as he held onto the cold stone. "I feel so fucking guilty... I know you're not coming home anytime soon, but I just... I need your blessing. If you can somehow hear me, please... I never asked you for anything until I asked you to marry me. Now, I'm asking... please somehow show me you approve of this."
"She's good for me... She takes good care of Megumi. He's so damn attached to her somedays." Toji softly laughed as he remembered how a few nights ago Megumi crawled into bed with you and him because he had a nightmare. Instead of taking to Toji like he normally does, he crawled into your arms. Toji had never felt so damn proud and slighted at the same time.
"I should get going. Give me a sign though.. Something that tells me you approve." He finished his visit with his wife, and he went home.
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That night at dinner, Megumi sped into the kitchen with an action figure in his hand. He was pretending to be Batman. "Gumi, I've told you three times. Stop running." You said as you gave the small child a look. Toji smirked as he knew that look good and well. It was the look a mom gave as a warning. Megumi was on his last warning.
"I'm sorry, mama." Megumi apologized, causing for both you and Toji to freeze right in your tracks. Megumi had never called you mama before. He always said your name.
Your heart swelled in your chest. It was a feeling of affection and guilt. "Oh no... baby.." You said softly as you took his hand. You lead him into the living room, and you crouched down, showing him a picture of his mom to him. "That's mama." You gently corrected him.
Toji watched the scene like a hawk from the dinner table. His heart was pounding in his chest. He had never been shy about telling Megumi who his mom was, but he hadn't exactly been forthcoming about how his mom passed away when he was a small baby.
Megumi pointed at the picture. "Mama." He said quietly. You nodded and patted his head.
"That's right." You praised affectionately. He then turned his attention to you. and he poked your chest with his tiny finger.
"Mama." He said, pointing at you.
"No-"
"It's alright." Toji spoke up from his seat at the dinner table.
"I don't want him to be confused..." You replied as you slowly stood back up, looking at Toji.
"He doesn't sound confused to me." He retorted with a small grin. You turned your attention back to Megumi, and Toji looked up towards the ceiling. "Thank you." He muttered so quietly before kissing the necklace that hung around his neck. He had his wife's blessing. This proved it.
After finishing his dinner, Toji joined you two in the living room. You and Megumi were curled up on each side of his while watching that old X-Men cartoon. Suddenly, Megumi rose from the couch. You and Toji watched him with a hint of confusion.
"What is he doing?" You softly asked Toji as Megumi bent over, and he looked between his legs at both you and Toji.
"I have no fucking id-" He was about to respond, but then, it hit him. "Get up." He said as he stood up from the couch. He quickly grabbed his phone, keys, and wallet like a madman.
"What? What? Is something wrong?" You asked as you had never seen Toji move this fast. You quickly got up too.
"Nothing's wrong. Come on. We're going to the store." He grunted as he swooped Megumi into his arms.
You were confused and in denial when Toji bought a pregnancy test and made you take it. Now, both of you were waiting outside of the bathroom for the five minutes to be over. "This is crazy, Toji. I'm not pregnant."
"It's an old wives' tale. When babies do that, it's supposed to mean their looking for their sibling." Toji said with a nonchalant shrug as if what he said was matter-of-fact. "My mother told me that's how she knew she was pregnant with me."
The timer went off on his phone, and both of you fought to get into the bathroom first. He eventually overpowered you and snatched the pregnancy test off the counter quickly. "Oh." He said quietly. The room went still.
Suddenly, your heart was racing. "What is it? Is it negative?" You asked a hint of disappointment hit you. You didn't know why, but a small part of you hoped for it to be positive.
"Oh, you're fucking getting it tonight." Toji smirked as he turned the pregnancy test over. Two pink lines were clear as day on the test. You're pregnant.
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Number of Goblins, ranked
One Goblin - That's just a goblin. He's probably just getting his groceries or something. Leave him alone, you asshole.
Ten Goblins -- That's a fairly normal amount of goblins. There's generally around ten goblins in any given situations. They're just here for aesthetic, so you know it's a fantasy world. Remember to tip them when you leave.
One Hundred Goblins -- Ok this is too many goblins, but this is a reasonable amount of too many goblins. Like, this is maybe an army of goblins or something? My point is that they're probably here for a good reason. Best not to mess with them, they're likely load-bearing in some way.
One Thousand Goblins -- This is probably a goblin town, in which case this is really more a case of One Human, which is a completely different list only available on goblintube. If not, all these goblins are lost. Return them to the goblin town. The orcs are worried.
One Million Goblins -- A million goblins? I'm not sure I've even seen a million things in my life , and now there's a million goblins? That's, like, all the goblins. Why are you at a convention of all the goblins? Are you a goblin? Actually, no, that would make sense. Yeah, that's probably what's going on here. Sorry you had to find out this way.
One Billion Goblins -- Ok, look, at this point you have clearly been sent to a future time where humanity is extinct and goblins have inherited the earth. I can think of no other explanation for a billion goblins. This sadly means that you're the weirdo, and you have to go be a cryptid now. At least you can find a phone and read the goblin creepypastas about you.
One Trillion Goblins -- How? What is happening? This is more goblins then there are birds, and they'll all in your house? How is your house this big? Wait, forget the goblins, how is your house this big? Are the goblins here to guillotine you? Probably! Move out of your stupid mansion and let the goblins have it, you weird rich bird-hoarding freak.
One Quadrillion Goblins -- One quadrillion? I'm only like 80% sure that's even a real number! Luckily, you won't have to deal with a quadrillion goblins for long, because soon they'll collapse together under their gravity, forming a far more manageable single planet-sized goblin. Picard's not gonna be happy about this one!
More Goblins -- Fuck off, you do not have more then a quadrillion goblins. Why are you lying? Are you worried I won't like you if you don't claim to have an implausible number of goblins? Don't worry. Your worth is not dependent on your goblin numbers. Go back to the actual number of goblins secure in the fact I love you, no matter how few goblins you have <3
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how is our little playboy bunny navigating all her apex predator clientele, I wonder
⥠TW: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, hyrbid au, sex club, sex worker reader dystopian laws, subjugation
⥠FEM reader
⥠P1: Playboy Bunny
A run-down of your usual clientele?
Your most regular visitors are wolves. They come in big packs of dozens at a time. Cops. Dirty cops. They usually book a private room so that they can be as rambunctious as they want, leaving their guns and badges out on the table just to remind you of who they are.
They like their drinks bitter, their cigars fat, their stakes rare, and usually wind up depriving you of your leotard sometime during the evening when making you sit on their blue laps, passing you around between them as if you were just another piece of meat for them to share.
They can get quite loud and heavyhanded and donât tip very well, either. So, theyâre not your favorite clients. Their fur is also rough and unkempt, and after catering to all their knots, you spend the entire night tossing and turning, trying to dispel all the cum they leave in your womb.
But you know, at least theyâre straightforward.
The felines are harder to read. Dogs are dogs for the most partâexcept for foxesâbut big cats differ greatly from one another.Â
Lions mostly ignore you as they talk amongst themselves. Politicians, most of them. Congressmen, senators, and such. Their manes are always slicked back with gel, soft and smooth, all dressed in expensive suits steeped in cologne.
They keep you on their lap with a paw on your ass, sometimes squeezing your tail. They just want you to hold their drink and bring it up to their lips when they give you a bounce.
Itâs honestly rare for them to do much else than ask you to fetch stuff like more ice or cigars. But sometimes one or two of them will have you join them someplace private. Theyâll talk about the wife they have at home. Sharp-toothed and long-clawed and never in the mood to fuck anymore.
They volley with their praise, telling you how soft and sweet you are, such a good bunny rabbit for them, then switching it up with sneers, calling you a slutty little cotton-tail whore.
They scare you.
Jaguars and leopards are a bit different. Wallstreet brokers.
Theyâll smooth-talk to you. Heavy on the compliments. Flirting with you and smiling when they make you blush or giggle nervously. They like thatâselling it, making you want their touch.
Oh, and when theyâve gotten you really flushed and hooked, theyâll groom you. Using their sand-textured tongue to lap up all that sweet-smelling nervousness like youâre a desert. Kneading your soft parts like youâre their own personal stress-toy.Â
But felines are great tippers, even those who donât use you much. You think they see it as a status thing.Â
Birds of prey are the same. They like to talk. Or, talk is a generous term. Theyâre vain creatures and will mostly ask for your opinion on their plumage and how you like their feathersâif they arenât just the most magnificent wings youâve ever seen in your life.
It took you a while to understand themâwhat type of money they wereâbut if the tattoos they keep on their skin are any tell, your guess is mafia.
Funny enough, they seem like one of the less dangerous types of clientele you have. They just like having fun for the most of it, always asking you to kiss their rings before they throw the dice. Theyâre all gambling habits and signed deals, trying to act as sophisticated as possible, even when theyâve all got freshly bloody knuckles on each visit.
But youâre a well-trained bunny, always sitting pretty and never ever asking a single stupid question that might get you in trouble.
Then thereâs the hyenas, of course. They find work where theyâre wanted. Candy men and loansharks, but mostly just muscle for the real mobsters.
They also come in packs and take a little too many party drugs. Always left drooling all over you, eyes blown wide and bloodshot, rutting as if theyâre competing over who can do you fastest or who can do it the most timesâyou canât tellâteeth bared as they sink their claws a little too deep into your flesh, almost hard enough to tear your coat and definitely enough to leave spots the boss wonât be pleased to see.
Theyâre bad with money and are often chased out and banned from coming again. But they have ways of earning their keep, and somehow, theyâre always pardoned after a week or two and welcomed back with open arms.
And speaking of being begrudgingly welcomed. Foxes are usually considered runtsânot true apex predators, but they're still allowed entry for dubious reasons.
Theyâre romantic, coming to the establishment in tailored suits and fresh haircuts. Yeah, they might come across as clean, but in truth, theyâre scavengers who fight tooth and nail for their cut of the steak.
Blackmailers and extortionists who pawn themselves off as good-faith advisors, meanwhile running their own organization with private investigations going in every direction, always dealing in confidential information theyâre not supposed to know.
They're not entirely accepted by the others but are seen for their value nonetheless, if not out of respect and fear.
A strange species, you'd say. They can play well with anyone, not just canines, making it their mission to secure a favor amongst all the big names. Silver-tongued yet sleazy all the same.
You never know what their agenda isâtelling you theyâll take you away somewhere, lavish you with the lifestyle you deserve. But you know theyâre just trying to get you to spill on your other clients. Surely you must have heard something interesting?
You just smile and play dumb like alwaysâyouâre just a bunny, after all, what were they expecting?
Then there are the reptilesâcrocs, gators, and snakes. Lawyers, the lot of them. High-profile lawyers.
You have that in common, you suppose. All their clients are your clients, after all.
They like to boast about their winnings. Make you say, âOh wow!â and âNo way, really?â
Oh, and they love to strangle. Theyâre maybe the most eccentric species you serveâand the most taxing. Theyâll slither their tongue in your ear, keeping their hand around your throat, feeling you kick and struggle beneath them, watching your eyes roll back as they nearly squeeze you free of life.
Somehow, they always know the exact moment to let go. And at that point, theyâve achieved their high. Paying double what theyâre owed as if in shame before leaving.
Suppose some types enjoy playing with their food more than eating it.
Lastly, thereâs the boss. Big Bear.
He calls himself a businessman, but heâs really just a glorified pimp.
Heâs begun taking you off floor duty in favor of having you for himself. Heâs always had favorites, youâre told. If you play your cards right, he might just add you to his personal harem.
You try your best to cater to him, but his grizzly cock makes your hips feel as if their dislocating each time you take him, not to mention the way he leaves you completely bedridden, feeling like the spoils of a hunt.Â
But unfortunately for you, despite your incompetence, he seems to have taken a liking to you.
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ă ŕžŕ˝˛ď¸śËĚŁĚŁĚŁâ â â vacations w bigbrother!calebâ â â Ẹ̣̣̈︜ ŕžŕ˝˛
synopsis: youâre having a summer dinner with your family and friends, but caleb gets angry at an old gossipy lady ( ・ â˘` â¤Â´â˘ ・)
tw: reader is implied to be smaller than caleb, reader is very feminine, dumbification, slurs like âwhoreâ, possessive!caleb, stepcest, manipulation, dark romance, usage of âgegeâ and âbig brotherâ, slightly inspired by the movie âcall me by your nameâ, caleb is kinda aggressive not towards reader tho, etc.



there was this tradition running in your family where you would move to your summer villa for the whole summer season, inviting some of your parents' friends over as well; needless to say, your step brother was also included in the plan.
you were always excited about these, being able to wear your a little too short summer dresses in front of your big brother without question to every dinner, adoring giving yourself a cute look for caleb to see, only wanting to be pretty for your big brother ૮ Ëśáľ áľ áľËś á
this night was nothing different, you wore this pale pink sundress that left little to the imagination along with some other pink accessories, wearing the necklace he gifted you; you never took it off.
every night your housemaid would set up the long and old wooden table in the patio with refreshing food, all the people in the villa gathering to spend time together after their tiring activities in the beach. you sat in front of caleb as usual, feeling his warm palm rest in the fat of your thigh and caressing it with his thumb in circular motions.
he loved to stare at your angelic-like features while talking about whatever thing you were talking about with your aunt, sometimes forgetting that the rest of your family was there and that he had to keep appearances to any curious eyes.
âso, caleb?â he turns his head way too fast at his name being called, getting out of the trance he got caught on by staring at your red plump lips. âhow are you doing with your studies?â a friend from your parents asks, he didnât even know her name.
âmmh, well, all good. gotta study more than expected but she helps me with that, I have a hard time focusing, you knowâŚâ he answers with a boyish smile and tender voice, pinching your skin when pronouncing your name.
âyeah! gege is working really hard for this career, and i try to help him as much as i canâ you voice an answer in a sweet tone, him knowing the reality of this said help.
âi see, you two seem really close, if i didnât know you iâd think you arââ, âwell, that cuts it for tonight iâm afraidâ your mother intervenes, knowing how annoying her friend gets regarding this topic. they even argued several times about how your relationship should be checked on since it looked very inappropriate from the outside, but she refused to listen, being a blind believer on your innocent sister-brother interactions, thinking caleb itâs just very clingy and protective about you.
a fierce blush creeps onto your cherub cheeks, feeling embarrassed at anyone questioning your relationship with your gege.
wasnât it normal, having your big brother hold you for way too long, getting kissed on the lips before going to sleep or even helping you with the strange ache between your thighs when he rubbed himself against you to keep you warm at night?
he made sure to keep you away from anything or anyone vulgar, wanting to cherish your pure mind and thoughts for himself to slowly corrupt, carefully making you believe that good girls donât go out with boys, donât kiss anyone but their big brothers and reaching him to ask for help regarding any small issue a normal person could take care of themselves, but not you. you were too stupid ૮ę°â Ë â ŕžŕ˝˛ęąá
and just like that, he made you his little doll for him and him alone, emptying your silly head from anyone but him. you depended on him for anything.
your nipples got hard in the winter? donât worry, he will slowly rub them while you sat on his lap with his cock buried deep inside you, just to keep you warm. whispering sweet nothings to you while leaving wet kisses along your neck, smiling to himself when listening to your adorable whimpers. he had to use every single trace of self control to not break your puffy pussy in two right there.
he actually never properly fucked you, just played with you like adults do (..âá´â..) nothing wrong with that, right?
you wanted to help him focus on his homework? you knew how easily distracted your gege could get and you just wanted to help! (â˘á´â˘ď˝Ą) so he told you to get on your knees, making sure it was on top of some soft cushion, and commanded you to start pampering small kisses on his bulge. just like the ones you gave him all over the face when you were happy to see him â¸(ď˝ĄË áľ Ë )â¸âĄ
so you kept your hands on your lap like the good girl you were to approach his big bulge hiding under his grey sweatpants, leaving sweet little smoochies all over his prince's parts (as he called yours your princessâs parts), and leaving light traces of saliva on the way.
just a few minutes like that, completely focused on the task your gege gave you to please him as you always wanted, and he came undone fully clothed. you looked up at him trough your long lashes, surprised to see that creamy liquid stain his pants, the same one he made you lick from his fingers sometimes before (â áâŠá ŕžŕ˝˛)
he canât help but laugh fondly at your expression, caressing your cheek before slipping his thumb into your mouth, feeling how you wrapped your warm tongue against the pad of his finger.
now you were both heading to your shared bedroom, the inside of the villa specially silent since everybody else stayed outside, smoking and updating on the latest gossips while drinking the leftover wine.
caleb was mad, how dare that bitch even think about questioning you two? he knew what was best for you, he was your shiny armor knight, your big brother who would always protect you. what was wrong with that?
your tiny heels clicked trough the long and empty halls, chasing after caleb as your short legs could; he was stomping, and he was truly angry.
you never saw him so mad ever since he caught you watching some filthy porn a friend of yours sent you when you told her that you didnât do that kind of thing since your brother told you to not to. needless to say, he made sure to beat her up real good so she wouldnât get any close to you, ever. but you didnât need to know what he did, heâs just protecting you! (ăĽ_ăŠ)
once you catch up with him inside said bedroom you pout, playing with the lacy hem of your dress as you close the door behind you. he sits down on the edge of the bed, holding his head between his hands as he takes deep breaths. he had to take care of that whore later, noted.
âgege? whatâs wrong? did i do something bad?â you inquisitively ask, taking careful steps to stand before him, still playing around with your clothes in a nervous manner.
no answer from him, just a deep breath and a big pair of hands holding the back of your thighs to bring you closer, burying his face in the plush of your belly while featherly kissing it.
âno, doll, you did nothing wrong.â he blurs out against the soft fabric of your dress. âitâs just momâs friend, she made me angry.â you feel his hands creep closer to your ass, holding yourself onto his broad shoulders.
you knew caleb didnât like the questioning of your relationship, he liked to keep things private, a secret only for you two. your silly head couldnât find an answer, what were you supposed to say when his skilled fingers removed your cottony panties down and he kept his pinkish gaze on you like that?
âyouâre mine, pips, you know everything i do is for your own good.â you knew it, that old ladyâs words meant nothing to you. âwhat would you do without me, hmm?â
you heard the side zipper of the dress and before you know it, youâre fully naked in front of him. itâs not the first time, but you canât help feeling a little ashamed. heâs so perfect, tall and fit, and you donât match his toned body.
you cross your arms in front of your breasts, hiding your blushing face underneath your hair, feeling his hand once again come up to your chin to lift it up while the other one holds your wrists a little bit too hard.
âdonât dare hiding from me, princess, you know i love the sight.â he confesses in a breath, restarting the trail of kisses from your soft belly down to your pubes, rubbing the tip of his nose against the little hairs.
you canât help but whine, readjusting your hands on top of his head, caressing his soft dark locks trough your slim fingers. âgege, donât do that, you know it feels achy.â you complain in a peachy voice.
he falls on blind ears, paying all of his attention to your princessâs parts, making you separate your legs by holding your inner thighs before lowering his head to clit level, smothering the growing bud with open-mouthed kisses.
he slowly toyed with your dripping entrance, circling the ring muscle with his index finger while paying attention to your pearl, lost in the sweet and sour flavor of yours. âfuck, doll, what do i have to do to make everyone understand that youâre my good girl, hmm?â
you donât even listen to him, too caught up in the sensation of said finger caressing your velvety walls, throwing your head back while you pushed your hips closer to his face, letting out an adorable moan when feeling a second one peeking in.
âi see, youâre too stupid to answer that.â he said in a condescending way, fucking you with his long fingers slow but deep, even biting your clit at times. âdonât you see you need me to do everything for you?â one harsh thrust, reaching that gummy spot. âto tie your shoes, to wash your hair, even to dress you up in the morning?â
you were a moaning mess, your hair falling like a cascade at your back and sticking to your sweaty forehead, your toes curling at the way his skilled fingers toyed with your weak spot, feeling how he curved them inside you, that strange sensation knotting in your belly. âgege, i feel weird again, stop, stopâ the tears in the corner of your eyes fall away to your neck.
âlet go fâme, angel, you know your big brother likes it.â and he loved it, the taste of your juices, sweet enough to be addictive. before you realize you were creaming his fingers, feeling a strong arm wrap around your waist to keep you from falling. âgood girl, you did so good for meâ.
his murmurs fall quiet when he laps at your pussy to take every single drop of you in his mouth, moaning at the taste. your head falls on top of his, trying to catch your breath while he wraps you with both arms and lifts you up, heading to the bathroom to clean you up.
he first washed your sweaty body and clothed you with one of his huge t shirts, you falling asleep mid-bath and him taking you to bed carefully, making sure you were comfortable before taking care of his hard dick and rubbing himself against your discarded panties, staining them with cum not many minutes later (ËśË áľ ËËś)
he threw them inside one of his designated drawers and hugged your smaller frame into his naked chest, drifting to sleep.
your big brother loved you so so much!


a/n: let me know if you liked it, i want feedback! also, idk if this was too long, i got carried away hehe (Ëśáľ áľ áľËś)
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â desc: breeding scenarios revolving around my fave blue lock boys <3
â ft: karasu, barou, sae, kenyu, shidou, + oliver
â a/n: my first blue lock post ahhh i hope you all enjoy! keep in mind that my requests are open for blue lock now for any of these characters!
â includes: nsfw, breeding, dirty talk, creampie, edging, praise
KARASU:
For Karasu, itâs more of you expressing this kink with him and he follows along with it
At first, he doesnât get why you like it so much
Once he finally obliges, it's like a switch flips in his head and he canât get enough of cumming inside of you
âAw princess, youâre doing such a good job for me.â Karasu coos down at you, in awe of how well youâre holding yourself back for him. He is obsessed with edging you, not wanting you to cum until he says itâs okay. It could be the control of it all, or maybe just the way you look, but heâs enamored with how incredibly wet you get.
âTabito, I canât anymore,â you whimpered, tears threatening to spill over your lashes, âI just wanâ you to cum already. Cum inside me please, baby.â
Karasu let out a groan at your words, hips moving faster into you as he lifts a leg over his shoulder. Heâs impossibly deeper now, your hands pushing against him in a sad attempt to get him to slow down. Kissing your swollen lips, he murmurs sweet nothings against them as he ruts himself into your walls.Â
âFuck! Youâre so deep, please please please I need to cum.â
âShit baby go ahead, gush all over my dick and Iâll give you all my cum. Youâll be so full, I promise.â
BAROU:
Barou is just so in love with you, you are his queen after all
In the moment, he doesnât care if you get pregnant or not
He canât help but want to show you his love in this way, show you how badly he needs you
âYou feel so good around me, baby.â
Barou looks so ethereal underneath you, hands gripping your hips for dear life as you fuck yourself with his cock. Heâs struggling to keep his eyes on you, fighting the pleasure to take in how amazing you look on top of him. Leaning down to give him a kiss, he places a hand at the back of your head to deepen it. Barou tries his best to be soft with you, a stark difference to his personality on the field
âLove you so much Shoâ, shit.â You could feel his hands roaming over your entire body, stopping back in their original place on your hips. Suddenly, Barou plants his feet firmly on the bed before thrusting his hips up into you. Itâs almost too much for you to take, you allow your body to give out and lay against his chest.
âWanâ your cum, need it.â you babble, feeling the way he twitches inside of you at your begging.
âIâll give you anything you want and more, just you wait.â
SAE:Â
Sae doesnât seem like the type of guy to actually want kids
For him, breeding is more of a âclaimâ type of thing
Thinking about pushing his cum deep inside of you is enough to get him going
âNeed you to squirt all over me, donât disappoint me now.â
Sae held you up against the wall, forearms straining as he fucked into you. He was far from a weak man, positions like this where he could really show off his brute strength were his favorite. Youâve been teasing him for too long and now heâs craving that feeling of you squeezing around him more and more.
âSae! Youâre too big, feels like youâre in my tummy.â You slurred out, mind completely gone as he snatched all the thoughts out of your head. âWanâ you to mark me all up, make me yours.â
âDonât be stupid, you already belong to me.â Holding you up now with only one hand while your legs are wrapped around his waist, his fingers wrap around your throat causing you to look directly into his eyes. âIf Iâm going to give you all of me, I need to know that youâre gonna be good and not waste any.âÂ
KENYU:Â
Kenyu loves you so incredibly much, so of course he wouldnât mind growing a family with you
He wants you to have his babies so fucking badÂ
Kenyu will not stop until he gets exactly what he wants
âYouâre gonna look so fucking cute with my kids inside you,â Kenyu grunted out above you, completely folding your legs back until they were practically next to your ears. Despite the position, his touch was still gentle in contrast to the words he uttered. From the moment you expressed how badly you wanted to have kids, something inside of him completely flipped. He had you folded constantly, never stopping until he finally gave you what you asked for.
âTell me, honey, do you think theyâd have your gorgeous eyes? Or maybe your pretty smile?â Kenyuâs questions couldnât even register in your mind as he continued to fuck you. The only thing you could bring yourself to think about was how good you felt and how bad you wanted to feel his warmth inside you. Your mind went blank, eyes clouding over as uncontrollable moans left your lips. Kenyu chuckled slightly at you, a hand reaching over to your chin to direct your gaze at him.
âCâmon beautiful, keep your eyes on me. Canât have my pretty mama going all dumb on me, can I?â
SHIDOU:
Shidou is a nasty manÂ
He doesnât want you going anywhere without a reminder of how good he is to you
Why not fill you up over and over until he achieves that?
âCâmon slut, you can take it.â
Shidouâs stupidly annoying grin makes your eyes roll before a small moan slips from your lips at his length. Youâre already so sensitive, his stamina seems never ending as he thrusts into you.Â
Your legs are wrapped tightly around his waist as his head rests near your shoulder, the warmth of your bodies together makes your senses overload.
âRyuâ please,â you whine, grinding up against him in an attempt to get him even deeper.
âFuckinâ greedy little thing hm?â Shidou responds, reaching underneath himself to play with your clit, massaging the bud until he could feel you shaking around him. âIâm going to fill you up until you canât take it anymore, you hear me?â
OLIVER:
Oliver just simply doesnât use protection
The way you squeeze him in, it seems like you donât mind either
The only thing he wants to be on your mind is him
âDonât zone out on me now, tell me what you want.â
Oliver has you in the most embarrassing position possible, legs spread wide open facing a mirror, forcing you to look at how flustered you are. With his hands placed underneath your thighs and your back against his chest, he grinds himself right up against your wet folds.
âI-I want, fuck, I want you inside of me, Aiku.â
âMhm, good girl. Donât take your eyes off of yourself.â He leads his tip right through your entrance, staring at the way your mouth falls open in pleasure. The way you struggle to look at yourself makes him want to cum right then and there, but not before he fully has his way with you.Â
âPlease fuck me, Iâve been so good.â You pleaded with him, body twitching in his hold from how long heâs had you in this position. You feel on the verge of orgasm already, his teasing affecting you more than youâd like to admit.
âOnly if you tell me what you want from me. You know what I want to hear you say, sweetheart.â Oliverâs taunting voice rings in your ears.Â
âYour cum, I want you to cum inside of meâ.
âThatâs it, good job. Now Iâll give my baby want she wants.â
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Tags: Manipulative masochistic yandere, mean annoyed reader, stalking, yandere behavior, isolating, cursing, hair pulling, choking, he does a lot of stuff without consent.
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"Hellooo~? There you are. I've been looking all over for you. Where have you been? Don't tell me you're avoiding me..." Your stalker whined in that annoying tone, making you roll your eyes almost instinctively. "Because I'll be really, really sad."
You shifted on the grass you were sitting on, debating on whether to stay or flee. It didn't matter. He would follow you around until you gave in and talked to him.
He sat beside you, too close for comfort. You finally looked at him as he made a small whimpering noise. You knew that indicated him crying crocodile tears if you continued your negligence. "You're driving me insane with your bullshit."
"Aww, are you getting tired of little ol' me?" He smirked. He knew you hated when he acted all cocky, so he decided to pout instead. Looking up at you with a soft, innocent look. "But... but I've done so much for your attention. Look, I even wore this pretty sweater for you."
"I don't give a shit. It's not going to change my view of you. You're a fucking nutcase. It doesn't matter what you do, I'm still gonna reject you."
His face fell. A blank look on his face. It was always scary when he showed no emotion. Like you were getting a glimpse of his true self. You shifted your gaze away, unable to control the shivers you got. Were you too harsh? He always acted so fake. You could never tell what he actually thought.
"You say that, but you'll miss me. I'm the most interesting person around!" His cute smile returned. He clasped his hands together and brought it up to his cheek. "You won't admit it because of your big ego. But I know. Under your cold exterior, there's a softie."
"If I want you around, it's not because of that. It's because of your psychological manipulation, dumbass. The love bombing? Ring a bell?"
"Ah, so you admit it! You do care about me! You want me around. I'm your favorite, right~?" He leaned his cheek into his hand. Batting his eyelashes at you to drive you more crazy. "Might as well go ahead and accept me. I'm not going anywhere. You're not going anywhere. It's meant to be!"
"Ughhh, fuck!" You cursed, slapping your forhead. He did this often; twisting your words into something totally different. "Every single fucking day. It's the same thing. You and your delusions. You won't accept my rejections."
"Then we'd never be together." He commented. He furrowed his eyebrows to show confusion, putting his hands on his lap. "We've come so far already. And I know one day, we'll finally be together! Who knows, maybe today is the day."
His head tilted, and he smiled brightly at you. The gesture making your blood boil. He knew how to act right, to seem more attractive to you. His practiced smile and the quiet mumbled voice drew you in. The weirdly submissive side of him appealed to you. As if he was waiting for you to finally take control of him.
Despite all that, you couldn't look past the creepy things he has done. There were the "coincidental" meetings he admitted to being stalking, stating how he couldn't be apart from you for so long or how he was bored without you. The small souvenirs that he collected, like your hairclip, to put on his hair, or even the bigger items that he took, like your hoodie, to wear and show how he was yours. He tried to isolate you as much as he could. Sticking close to you wherever you went. Finding sneaky ways to get rid of other people around you. His unhealthy obsession was slowly ruining your life.
You've gotten used to it all. Not fazed if he did something stupid for your attention. He tricked you into going on dates with him so many times. You were practically dating. It was hard to admit it to yourself, but you had a soft spot for him. For some weird reason, you enjoyed his company. You enjoyed playing with him. He was entertaining. Interesting.
He suddenly crawled behind you, his hands grasping your shoulders. "You're so tense." He leaned in to your ear and whispered. "You've been on edge for a few days now. Do I really scare you that much?"
You scoffed. "What do you think?"
"Please, I'm harmless! I should help you relax. Treat you to a nice massage." He began to rub your shoulders and slowly moved closer to your neck. His hands worked skillfully to press against your tensed muscles. Drawing circles and kneading your flesh. "Maybe more physical intimacy will help. Something different, perhaps?"
He took advantage of your lack of fight and relaxed state. Throwing his arms around your waist, hugging you from behind. His face nuzzled against the crook of your neck as he inhaled and breathed out a sigh. "I love your smell. I gotta buy your perfume. Well, I have your clothes, so it's kinda the same thing. I never get tired of smelling you~"
"Seriously?" You mumbled. Your skin pickled from his warm breath. The feeling of him sniffing you with his nose brushing against your sensitive skin gave you small shivers. His grip on you grew tighter as you tried to move. His grasp on you almost suffocating. You kick the grass in exasperation. "Augh... Fuck you."
"Is that a promise~?" He giggled and rubbed his nose against your neck more deliberately. "I love the way you talk to me. Always so aggressive. So passionate~ You only act this way towards me. Like I'm special to you."
"Haah..." You clenched the grass beside you. Fingers poked with their pointy heads while you hold onto your anger. "You always do what you want. I never gave you permission to hug me."
"You need it. It'll calm you down. Take away all that stress. And! And.. I give the best hugs ever." He squeezed you tight against his chest. "But if that's not working, I can always try something else. Something that feels even better."
Before you could protest, he began to kiss your neck. Placing long, soft kisses against your skin. Finding the right spots that made you shudder. "Ah...! Hey-?!?"
You struggled against him, but he was determined. Weirdly strong for his short stature. His hands pulled your shirt lower so he could have more access. Kissing along your neck to your shoulder. His tongue joined in between the pecks. It brushed over your skin, coating everywhere with saliva. He lapped at your skin, drawing a line from the bottom of your neck all the way up. Goosebumps covered your body. Your cursing and protests still being ignored.
You reached a hand up to his hair, pulling it, trying to get him to stop. "You're crazy! Let me go."
"Nngh!" He moaned out. You couldn't win with him. Anything you did, he loved. Treating him like garbage or ignoring him completely. He was utterly devoted to you. "Oh, that felt good. Do it again. But harder. Pretty please~"
"Fucking masochist. How did I end up with someone so messed up?" You tugged his hair again, more firmer this time, making him moan louder. He started doing different things to your neck, sucking and nibbling on the skin. You couldn't control the small grunting noises from spilling. "I swear, if you leave a mark, I'll choke you to death-!"
He seemed to like the threat. His movements becoming frantic. He was definitely leaving a mark. Just to despite you. "Mmh~ Feels good..." His hands started to rub under your shirt. His nails digging into your skin.
He panted against your neck as you stopped. You rubbed his scalp instead, enjoying the feeling of his soft, well-cared hair between your fingers. He nuzzled against you, hugging you loosely. "Ahh... You didn't struggle as much as I thought. Did I change your mind? Do you believe me now when I say that I won't ever leave? Oh, that reminds me. I think it's about time I move in with you."
"What the fuck are you going on about?" You sighed in annoyance. His love was driving you insane. There was so much a person could take until they compromised with the weirdo who wouldn't leave them alone.
"Oh, come on! I've been waiting forever. I'm moving my stuff in first thing in the morning."
You pushed him away with force. Pinning his shoulders to the ground and climbing on top of him. "You're makin' me really angry. I don't want you around. Why can't you get that through your thick skull?"
He chuckled, looking up at you. "I'm not giving up on us. Ever. You're stuck with me whether you like it or not. Plus, you've got nobody else to turn to, remember?"
"Ughh." Your hands close around his throat with force. "You act this way to provoke me. You enjoy this. Do you get off when I do these things to you? Hm? Is this what you want? I can't believe I actually fell for you. Good-for-nothing stalker."
He arched his back and closed his eyes, humming slightly. He was enjoying every second of this. You tightened your grip. The lack of oxygen making him squirm underneath you, but he knew you'd never kill him. His hands grabbed your knees. He just had to touch you in some way. Clingy as ever. The tent in his pants no surprise to either of you.
"I wanna do something that'll make you speechless for once. You're always doing unexpected things to me. Well, how about this?" You leaned down and kissed him. Pushing him further down and roughly shoving your tongue past his lips. Secretly, it was an excuse for you to be reminded of the sweet cherry taste in his mouth. (You knew tasted like that on purpose to lure you in.)
This wasn't your first kiss. He frequently planted small pecks on your cheeks and "accidentally" on your mouth. Though, after the second time, it was obvious he was doing it on purpose. While you kept protesting, you couldn't deny the spark you felt when your lips met. It felt goodâ unfortunately, it seemed like this batshit crazy guy was your only option. And the only option you'd ever choose.
He groaned softly, relaxing and allowing you to do whatever you wanted with him. Kissing you back with passion and true devotion. He always emphasized how he was yours to use. You pulled away to look at the smirk on his face, your hands cupping his cheeks. Squishing them together. "Don't look so happy. This doesn't mean I'm accepting you. I just, sometimes, like using you. But you're not moving in."
"We'll see about that. I bet I can change your mind." He commented, leaning his cheek to your hands and chuckling. "I have a few compelling arguments. I can cook. I can clean. I can do anything you want me to. So, won't you please reconsider? Pretty please?"
Pt. 2
#yandere#yandere oc#desperate yandere#obsessive love#yanblr#dom reader#male yandere#sub yandere#yandere male#yandere boy#yandere x you#yandere x y/n#yandere x reader#masochistic yandere
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When Batman âabductsâ Jason, he offers him a deal. Since Jason is concerned about staying with Bruce Wayne, and to show that heâs not abandoning the child to be trafficked, he agrees to a âwellness checkâ once a week, for an hour.
Anything that Bruce Wayne does that makes Jason uncomfortable, he can report to Batman. And if he does any of the things Jasonâs worried about, Batman gives him a panic button.
At the first welfare visit, Batman asks about how Jason is acclimating to the manor.
It takes a lot of prodding for Jason to admit that he wants a lock on his door and that he likes Alfred. That he canât tell what Bruce is thinking a lot of the time and he doesnât like the ominous silences.
Whatâs truly crazy, is that after the meeting, Alfred asks him to help install a lock on his door that only works from the inside. And the next day, when he sees Bruce at breakfast, the man starts recounting come of his day at work, regardless of if Jason joins in. He lays out his plans for the day and his reasoning. Just, talks about innocuous things.
He asks Batman what he shared with Bruce at the next meeting. Batman tells him that he spoke with Alfred about the lock but with Bruce about voicing his thoughts more. He asks if it helped.
Jason says yes, but heâs confused as to why Bruce would want to change at all. Or why Batman told him about those sorts of things. After all, they werenât that big of a deal.
And Batman tries to explain that Jason shouldnât be uncomfortable. That is goal is to make sure heâs not just safe, but happy.
Slowly, over the course of a few months, Jason opens up to Batman about different things. Everything he confesses is fixed, whether it be people he knew on the streets being arrested or helped out or even just small things about Bruce, like how he doesnât make any noise when he walks and keeps startling him.
Jason feels himself relaxing around Batman of all people. He even looks forward to their weekly welfare checks so he can ask about the people he knew in Crime Alley.
Heâs also making progress on the Alfred front since heâs allowing him to wash up his own dishes and teaching him to cook.
But Bruce remains a problem.
He doesnât know what it is. Heâs really trying to trust the guy, heâs done everything Jason has asked of him through Batman. Everything, no matter how stupid Jason felt asking for it.
So he asks Batman whatâs wrong with him. He tells him he wants to like Bruce, he really does, thereâs nothing wrong with the guy. Batman was right. Heâs just some awkward lonely dude in a giant house. So why wonât his mind let Jason trust him?
Batman tells him that trauma doesnât work like that. That Jason may never fully trust Bruce, and that isnât either of their faults. Heâs trying, and thatâs more than enough.
It all comes to a head when Alfred takes Jason shopping and their errands run pretty long. Jason just needs so much stuff, apparently.
Itâs just starting to get dark out and heâs helping Alfred with the shopping by putting the cart away while he closes the trunk when he feels hands around his mouth.
He bites down as hard as he can against the gloves but it doesnât help. There are two men and he can hear Alfred calling him, but heâs suddenly in another vehicle and heâs having trouble breathing.
He feels along the inside of his hoodie for his panic button and presses it.
Thereâs a lot of jeering and talk amongst his kidnappers, theyâre excited for a payday. And Jason was easy pickings.
The ransom is a video where Jason is wearing a gag and told to briefly look into the camera while people talk over him, making threats and demands.
He knows something is wrong when all the lights go out in the room. He feels hands around him and starts to kick out until heâs face to face with a shadow heâs seen before. Batman is here for him.
Jason goes boneless in the hold and Batman gets him outside.
No one realized one of the kidnappers had made it onto the roof. Batman takes one bullet in the shoulder before theyâre both in the Batmobile. Jason is crying and holding gauze to the hole in the armor while Batman talks softly and assures him heâs fine. Jason has no clue how the car gets them away but heâs thankful he doesnât have to figure out what to do except put pressure on the wound.
When the doors to the batmobile open, Alfred is there and hauling them into what looks like a chrome emergency room. There are medical cots and equipment everywhere.
Alfred start pulling away the armor and Jason sits in shock as the cowl is removed and Batman sits before him as Bruce Wayne.
Heâs gently shooed out of the medical section and sits down on what appears to be training mats. He doesnât realize heâs crying until Alfred comes to fetch him and Bruce is no longer in danger from the bullet.
Bruce looks exhausted in the moment before he sees Jason and his expression clears entirely. Jason feels a numb sort of dread spill over him as he realizes the implications of what heâs seeing. All of the things heâd admitted. All of the things Bruce had done for him. That if the bullet had struck somewhere else heâd be all alone.
Heâs crying again and finally Bruceâs face changes into something that isnât that awful blankness. He looks like heâs in pain but he reaches his arm out towards Jason anyway.
And Jason practically folds into him, crying into the bandages Alfred had wrapped around Bruce.
Bruce is whispering things into his hair. Gentle things. Kind things. Reassurances and asking if Jason is okay, because he was the one who was kidnapped, the one who had been snatched from a parking lot.
But Jason canât process it, any of it. So he stays there, crying into Bruceâs uninjured shoulder until heâs scooped up into the medical cot to cry into his chest too.
There will have to be several long conversations about everything that had happened, but they would have to wait until tomorrow.
Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 (coming soon to VHS)
#batman#jason todd#bruce wayne#batfam#batfamily#dick shows up to see some random kid tucked up against his dad because alfred called him when bruce got shot#heâs supposed to fill in for patrol but keeps getting hung up on how no one told him he had a younger brother because wth#and when bruce and jason wake up in the morning jason is mortified about all the things he told bruce when he was batman#but honestly bruce was elated to be able to have someone tell him exactly what they wanted from him#sure dick always spoke his mind but it was like he expected bruce to just know what heâd done wrong and jason had no such hang ups#and yeah jason is angry with him about hiding everything and basically lying to him but bruce also did like everything he asked#honestly they work it out way quicker than bruce and dick do#(these sorts of posts just get away from me and turn from headcanon into half headcanon half fic lol)#(also my posts are either like 90% dialogue no dialogue tags or no dialogue whatsoever)
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The bet
pairing: Lando Norris x reader
summary: You and Lando got married before the beginning of the season, but no one knows you're together. You make a bet at the wedding, and Lando truly believes he can get through the season with everyone believing he's single.
fc: The one in the red hoodie is just a random girl from pinterest, while the other two are AI generated. Don't take it seriously. The other photo is also from pinterest.
âWhat?â you asked, although the question came out more like a bark than a well formulated question.
Lando had been watching you with that stupid grin of his for long minutes now, and you couldn't hide your annoyance any longer. You loved him, you really did, but God, was he annoying sometimes. As you waited for his response, he held up a finger and opened a video on his phone for you.
It was him at the last race weekend, standing on the stage with Oscar. Nothing new. But then he talked about being single, and after this part he quickly moved over to the comments. Everyone was either offering to date him or felt sorry for him, there was no in between. But you couldn't feel sorry for him.Â
âYou're still gonna lose,â you told him with a laugh.
With a thoughtful hum, he wrapped an arm around you and pulled you against his chest. âYou read the comments. I'm the people's princess, they feel so sorry for me. No one suspects a thing. I'm safe,â he said with a confident smile.
Over half a year ago, on the day of your secret wedding at a remote part of the world, the two of you had made a bet. You said he wouldn't be able to keep this secret, that there was no way he could last this season without people finding out he was not only in a relationship, but married too. He begged to differ, saying he was pretty good at keeping secrets.
Now, after all those months, you sometimes had your weak moments when you were sure you would lose, although this was something you were under no circumstances about to tell him. His ego was already big enough when it came to the bet, the last thing you wanted was things getting worse in this sense.
If he won, he would get the right to decide when and how to announce your marriage. And if it was up to him, it would be a hard launch, like a wrecking ball crashing into a building to tear down the walls. He wanted chaos, he wanted everyone to know how much he loved you. It was flattering, really, but could he not?
Because Lando wanted a big, flashy event with all of his friends from on and off the grid, and he wanted alcohol to flow like water while the music blasted loudly around you. It would only come to an abrupt stop the moment he grabbed the mic and announced how much he loved his wife, only to cause the guest to murmur loudly as they tried to figure out if he was just drunk or dead serious.
If you won, it would mean people found out about you, so your prize would be something other than how you made this relationship public. But what could you ask for? So, in the end, you told him you would get to make a wish one day when you figured out what you wanted, and he couldn't say no when you asked.
As of now, people didn't know about you at all. You were just a nameless McLaren employee to them who sometimes showed up on photos with the rest of the team. To make sure you could stay in the background, he even asked one or two girls during the time you were still in the dating phase to pose as his girlfriends for a while. It would only come with a few photos and posts, sometimes appearances in the paddock. Nothing serious, really.
While you could wear your wedding band all the time, Lando didn't have the freedom to do the same. Sure, he had it, safely locked away with the rest our your jewelry until the day your marriage became public. Now he only had a necklace with a pendant you chose, your initials engraved into it with small letters so it wouldn't be so obvious on photos.
âI've been thinking,â you suddenly said, moving your head a little so you could look him in the eye. When he let out a questioning hum and flashed a smile at you, you reached out to play with his pendant. âWhy don't we raise the stakes in our little bet?â
Lando kissed your cheek, then he said, âYou hate it that I'm winning.â
Rolling your eyes, you let out a sigh. âNo, I just had an idea for a little experiment. What if you wore your wedding band on the next race weekend?â you asked with an innocent look on your face.
It was mean, you knew that, because this would surely draw attention to him. Him wearing the ring could only result in losing the game. But you had to do something, you wanted to win. Well, you just didn't want your dear husband to win, but that was almost the same.Â
âThat would be too obvious,â he replied with a shake of his head.
âBuy a few more and say you're copying Lewis,â you offered with a cheeky grin.Â
He shook his head with a laugh, then took a deep breath. âAnd what do I get if they don't notice?âÂ
You had thought a lot about this, because you knew it had to be something big, something he really wanted. And there was only one thing that came to your mind. âYou get two kids,â you told him casually.Â
But Lando wasn't stupid, he knew this was the moment to negotiate. âHmm⌠You know I want a big family. Three and I'll do it.â
He would lose anyway, so why would you say no? âAll right, three. But if I win, we'll only have one,â you reminded him.
He nodded before leaning down to kiss you. âIâll win, so you can start picking names,â he said with a confident grin.
You: Sorry, babe, you officially lost the bet. <link>
A few seconds later your phone rang, and you answered Landoâs call with a satisfied smile on your face. You just wanted to rub it in his face, you wanted him to know he lost the bet. To be honest, ever since youâd seen this post, youâd been thinking about what to ask for, and a soft launch of your relationship sounded quite nice.Â
âI didnât lose,â he said right away.Â
âYou saw the post, someone spotted the ring.â
To your surprise, Lando started to laugh, a carefree sound that made it clear he was sure he was winning this. âDo you want me to remind you that youâre not here with me right now? And that video of us was recorded during the summer break in Greece. The bet was about me wearing the ring this weekend. So no, sweetheart, you definitely did not win this one,â he explained, and you could see that smug smirk on his face.Â
âStill, the original betââ
He tutted to interrupt you. âNo, no, you changed the rules with the ring. I won. No one noticed it this weekend.â
âLetâs call it a tie,â you tried, although you knew he had you in a corner now.Â
âI want to talk about the prize,â he began, waiting until he heard you hum to let him go on. âWe agreed that if I win, weâll have three kids, if you win, weâll only have one. If itâs a tie, then fine, letâs settle with two.â
You remained silent for a while as you thought about this. He was right, it would be only fair to reach a compromise, and in this case it involved the number of your future children. If it was a tie, then two was the logical conclusion, there was no reason to argue with him. So, you took a deep breath that you let out slowly until you gathered your thoughts. âAll right, fine. And what about us? I mean, our relationship. Do we keep it a secret, orâŚ?â
âWhat do you want? If youâd rather not be in the spotlight, we can deny everything if there'll be a bigger buzz about that tweet,â he said kindly, his patience with you painfully obvious.Â
But you didnât want to hide, you wanted things to be out in the open now. âIâd say letâs do a soft launch with mysterious posts for a while. But if you have a different idea, Iâm open to it,â you assured him.Â
Lando let out a thoughtful hum. âWe have a short break now, soooooo⌠Okay, we do the soft launch, but you come to the next race with me, as yourself, not disguised as a McLaren team member, and weâll wear our rings and everything.â
âThatâs pretty much a hard launch.â
There was a scoff on the other end of the line. âYou get almost two weeks of soft launch, what more do you want? Come on, I need you by my side,â he begged you sweetly.Â
You agreed. There was no way you could say no to him.

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landonorris: My wife, the queen of the house đđĽ°â¤ď¸
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yourusername: LANDO!
⤡ landonorris: Yes, love?
⤡ yourusername: You said you'll give me two weeks. That's it, you're sleeping on the couch when you get home.
oscarpiastri: What did I miss? Last time we talked, you were chronically single.
⤡ landonorris: I don't know what you're talking about, I've been happily married for over half a year.
⤡ user1: WHAT?!
user2: Lando being married was not on my bingo card.
maxverstappen1: My wedding invitation must have been lost in the mail.
⤡ landonorris: Sorry, it was just the two of us.
user3: I'm so happy, you deserve all the love!!!
user4: We have a new WAG, woo-hoo! I already like her. But please yourusername don't make him sleep on the couch đ
⤡ yourusername: I'll reconsider that decision.
#lando norris x reader#lando norris#lando norris x you#formula 1#f1#f1 x reader#f1 x you#f1 imagine#f1 fanfic
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close to you | l.n



summary: chemical override, ultraviolet, you could be mine tonight ; or having a crush is mind boggling, soul crushing and confusing, but also so exciting at the same time.
warnings: inspired by close to you by gracie abrams, friends to lovers (bc itâs my brand), pining, all the feels, reader is childhood best friends with pietra, fluff, and some language here and there
jordans notes: hi everyone! long time no see (đ
) iâm slowly getting back into writing, school has been kicking my ass. i donât think this is my best work, but i really wanted to get something out for you guys since ive been gone so long! i promise thereâs more to come than just this! i hope you all are well!! sending you all my love đ¤
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before you met him, you didnât think about the color green too often. it was one of those colors you didnât necessarily love or hate, it was just kind of⌠there.
to you, it was just one of those colors where shades of it were prettier than the actual color itself. or a color you only really liked during the fall. like how, typically, people only liked the color blue during the summer.
that was until you met him.
the boy with those big, beautiful, slightly blue but slightly green, water-colored eyes. now you love the color green. obsessed over it. thought about it every second of every day. it was crazy how a simple opinion could change in a matter of seconds, all because of those stupidly pretty eyes.
You lie awake on your back, staring at the ceiling. surely it wasnât normal to obsess over someone this much, right? especially over someone you werenât even sure would ever feel the same.
sure, you had crushes before, and had your fair share of falling quickly and all at once. it wasnât an unusual feeling to you, no stranger to catching feelings rather quickly.
but this time around, everything was different. everything felt more intense, more mind-boggling and confusing and pulse rising. the feeling so foreign that sometimes you wish you had never met him so you wouldnât have fallen so hard so sudden, but deep down you were so glad that you had.
it was the little things that made you wonder what it was like to be loved by him. the subtle glances in your direction, the gentle but lingering touches. you had thought you were going crazy, reading too much into things in the beginning. over-analyzing every little thing that made your body light up with excitement.
until pietra confirmed your suspicions.
âheâs totally into you,â she said, leaning closer to your ear as you watched him from across the room, his head tilted back, nose scrunched and eyes half shut as he laughed about something max had said, which was likely something stupid, âlike, one hundred percent, down bad, into you.â
you tilted your head at the blonde, âyou think so?â
she scoffed, âmore like know so,â
âwho told you?â
âno one has to tell me anything,â she said, âi can just tell.â
you rolled your eyes at her, âp, iâve told you a million times, heâs not into me.â
but she was right. he was one hundred percent, undoubtedly, down. fucking. bad.
ever since the moment he met you at that stupid pub with max and his group of friends, all he wanted to do was get to know you. he didnât want it to seem obvious when he asked max about you, but he knew no matter what he did it was going to seem obvious. just from the way he looked at you like you hung the stars in the night sky, he was no where near subtle.
he hated to admit it, but he had even done some lowkey instagram stalking through one of his private accounts. he had seen all the pictures of you and pietra, a life long friendship explained to him in front of his own eyes.
and every time his fingers would swipe through your account, all he could think about was how beautiful you were. how your eyes sparkled every time you smiled for the camera, how happy you looked when you genuinely laughed, and how he wished to be the reason behind the gorgeous sound forever.
he wasnât trying to make it obvious tonight, not wanting to make it well known that he had his eyes on you for a while. but he had lost track at the amount of times you had caught him looking at you, and he swore he had even caught you looking at him first a handful of times.
so when everyone in the house decided that it was the end of the night and started filing through the door, he took it upon himself to make his way over to you. you were talking with pietra, a smile on your face as you giggled about something she had said. the brazilian womanâs eyes landed on him, to which she looked back at you and said something before you turned to look in his direction.
he smiled when your eyes met his, âhey, did you need a ride home?â
your heart threatened to leap out of your chest, âuhm, i was just gonna call an uber, you donât have to-â
âno, no,â he said, shaking his head, âi insist, really. itâs not a big deal.â
how could you argue with him? those pretty green eyes, that smile, the face. you simply couldnât. it was impossible. you couldnât see the look pietra was giving you, but knowing her, you knew it was a look that said âgo with himâ.
and do you did, the cool, crisp autumn air in london suddenly making you wish you had brought a jacket. you had wished you planned for the nightly breeze, wishing you had opted for a long-sleeved shirt for the night instead of the spaghetti strap tank top you had chosen.
as you walked to the car that was parked down the street, he noticed you shivering. he saw the way you hugged yourself, your hair moving with the breeze. his curls danced in the wind and he knew if he was slightly cold, you were definitely freezing.
he tugged off the hoodie before passing it to you, the sound of the doors to the mclaren echoing before he turned to you.
âhere,â he said, âitâs a little windy out, i know youâre probably freezing.â
your stomach did backflips as you took the soft black material from his hands, âoh, are you sure? arenât you cold?â
he sent you a shrug, âiâll live,â
there was no use arguing with him, so instead you sent him another smile in appreciation before tugging the sweatshirt over your head. it was already warm from hugging his body, and you couldn't help the way the smell of his cologne lingered in the soft material. you had to keep yourself from burying yourself in it, the feeling of being close to him without actually being close to him sending butterflies to your stomach.
the car ride was filled with comfortable silence, music softly playing in the background. he stole occasional looks over at your figure as you looked out the window, the neck of his hoodie pulled up to your face as you watched the street lights pass by. you looked beautiful in the dim light, he couldnât help himself.
he thought about taking the long way to your house. a simple but effective way to be able to spend more time with you. however, the thought of you being confused and questioning his actions was enough for him to stay straight at the stop light instead of taking a right for the longer way.
he tried not to look disappointed when he reached your house, parking in front of it. he wondered if your roommates were home, if youâd tell them about the fact that he drove you home.
he turned the engine off, unclicking his seatbelt, âiâll walk you up.â
you nodded, the both of you getting out of the car and walking through the dewy grass up to the wooden door. you fished for your keys in your purse, putting them into the lock before turning to look at him, âthanks for the ride,â
âanytime,â he smiled. he meant it. and you knew he meant it. heâd come get you at anytime of the day, wether it was early in the morning or late at night, he was always going to show up.
you stood there, eyes searching his face. he was so pretty to you, the brown curls that were slowly growing into a mullet to the sparkling eyes that you loved so much. the dimples in his cheeks that appeared whenever he smiled, the slight facial hair he had managed to grow, but your favorite part was the moles and freckles that covered his skin. the ones he had once complained about, but you loved the way they scattered his skin.
you dreamt of kissing each and every single one of them.
âhey, lando! long time no see!â
you both averted your attention, neither of you hearing the door open behind you. in the doorway stood your dark haired roommate, faith.
âhey,â he smiled softly, trying once again to not look disappointed from the way your moment was interrupted.
âweâre having drinks and watching movies if you wanted to join,â she smiled, ignoring the look you were sending her way.
âoh, uhm,â he started, not sure how to answer, âitâs getting kinda late, i dunno-â
âyou can crash in y/nâs room, im sure she wouldnât mind.â
what was that supposed to mean?
you looked over at him, âyou donât have to stay-â
âheâs been gone for weeks, heâs legally obligated,â she said, reaching from the doorway and grabbing both of your arms, âcâmon, liv is making martinis.â
you sighed heavily and he laughed softly at your protest that went unnoticed by her. your other roommate, olivia, stood in the kitchen.
âlook who i found!â faith exclaimed excitedly.
âoh, hey guys! just in time,â she smiled, âitâs martini and movie friday!â
lando leaned over to you as the other two talked, âthey do this every friday?â
you sighed again, nodding, âunfortunately,â you turned to your roommates, âweâre gonna head up to my room, actually,â
you led lando to the stairs, ignoring the playful teasing from the girls in the kitchen, âoooh!!â
âup to your room, huh?â
you shook your head, opening your bedroom door and letting him in before closing it, ââm sorry for them, theyâre⌠how do i put this?â
âa lot?â he asked, a smile playing at his lips.
âyeah, we can put it that way.â
he chuckled, sitting down on the bed as you put your things down. he looked around your bedroom, not much had changed since the last time he had been in it. the fairy lights dimly lit up the room, photos littered the walls. the desk that sat in the corner of the room kept your makeup bag and brushes, a mirror sitting in the middle.
he looked at your nightstand, a picture of you, him, max and pietra sitting on the wooden surface. it was a picture from miami, smiles on all of your faces. you stood in the middle, arm wrapped around his middle as you smiled for the camera, his trophy in the hand that wasnât wrapped around your middle.
âiâm gonna change,â you said, âi might have a pair of your sweatpants somewhere if you wanted to change.â
he nodded, âyeah, thatâd be great.â
you turned back to the dresser, opening drawers in search for the pair of sweatpants he leant you one day. the same day he picked you up from the failed date. the one that left you crying outside, swearing up and down that youâd never find love. despite it being in front of you this entire time.
finally finding the black material, you handed them to him, âi meant to give them back, but i just havenât seen you,â
he shook his head. you couldâve kept them forever and he wouldnât have minded one bit, âitâs alright,â
you grabbed your pajama bottoms from the foot of the bed, âbe right back.â
he changed into the sweatpants while you were gone, still looking around your room. he smiled at the picture of you and your roommates, clearly taken at a party. you wore the prettiest smile he had ever seen, dressed in a black off the shoulder top. it was from the same night he realized he liked you in more than just a friendly way.
the door opening brought him back to reality, his eyes landing on your figure and how you were still wearing the black hoodie he had given you earlier. it brought a small smile to his face.
you noticed his eyes on you, looking down at the black hoodie, âi swear iâll give it back once i wash it.â
he laughed softly, shaking his head, âitâs okay. it looks better on you anyways.â
you smiled, fighting the heat that was rising your cheeks but it was no use. he joined you on the bed, watching as you flipped through different things on netflix.
âyou donât have to stay, yâknow,â you said, looking over at him, âif you have better things to do..â
âi donât,â he said, turning his head to look your way, âin all honesty, thereâs no where else iâd rather be.â
you sucked in a breath, your eyes dancing across his face once again. it was hard for you not to stare, not when he looked so pretty like this. back pressed against your headboard, hair slightly messy, and he looked so cozy. it made you want to wrap yourself around him, lay your head on his chest.
he did the same, his eyes scanning your face like he was trying to memorize every single feature, every single imperfection that he thought was still perfect. the same ones youâd argue about, but he still always found adorable.
his voice broke the comfortable silence that had fallen between the two of you, âdo you ever have something to say but canât find the words to say it?â
your furrowed your eyebrows, âlike?â
he licked his lips, his attention now fixed on his hands as he fiddled with the ring on his middle finger. you never thought heâd be the type to get shy, almost embarrassed as his cheeks turned a light shade of pink.
âlike, i dunno,â he mumbled, âi just.. i donât know how to put it, but ever since the moment we met, iâve found myself just.. thinking about you. thinking about what itâd be like to cross this weird, thin, little line weâve drawn. if we both just said âfuck itâ and dove head first into whatever uncharted territory weâre tiptoeing around.â
his eyes met yours again as he let out a nervous breath. you hadnât realized you had been holding yours, shock clearly written on your face which made him shake his head.
ânever mind, itâs dumb-â
âlando,â
â- i knew i shouldnât have listened to what max was going on about-â
you rolled your eyes as he kept blabbering away, talking nonsense. your body moving before your brain could comprehend what you were about to do, only catching up when your hands met his jaw and you were suddenly catching yourself a mere few inches from his face.
it was too late now, no going back.
you pulled his face closer to yours, his blabbering coming to a halt when you pressed your lips to his. his brain short circuited, you pulling away before he had the chance to kiss you back.
ââm sorry,â you immediately apologized, âi donât know why i did-â
it was his turn to cut you off now, grabbing your chin and pulling you back to his lips. his thumb traced along your jaw, his pointer finger sitting underneath your chin.
you kissed him back after a second of surprise, letting his free hand reach down to grab your hip, pulling you on top of his lap. your hands threaded through his curls, nails scratching his scalp.
when you both finally pulled away, all you could do was smile. giggles and chuckles echoing through the room as you both sat breathless, his nose bumping yours as he tucked a piece of stray hair away from your face.
âso weâre in agreement then, huh?â he asked.
âisnât that obvious?â you smiled and he shook his head, letting out another boyish laugh.
âhow long have you.. yâknow, had feelings for me, i guess?â
âsince the minute i saw you,â he confessed, âyou were the most beautiful girl in the room, a smile that would make everyone stop and stare. itâs always been you, iâve just been too scared to tell you.â
you smiled again, heart fluttering in your chest. all the dreams and wishes you spent with him on your mind, it was all finally paying off, âitâs always been you for me, too. i thought i had been way too obvious, but clearly i wasnât obvious enough.â
âwe were both too oblivious,â he said, moving more hair from your face, âbut itâs okay, weâre here now.â
you were convinced your smile was never going to be wiped off your face, âkiss me again,â
âwith pleasure,â he mumbled, lips finding yours once more as you melted into him.
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kinktober day two ⢠accidental stimulation



aka: melting
steve harrington x fem!reader
kinktober masterlist
cw: 18+, minors dni, dry humping, public sex (kind of), slight humiliation, p in v
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Scoops Ahoy! is the bane of your existence. Shilling ice cream for bratty kids and old classmates is a real pain in the ass. Especially on days like today, when you have to work with Steve instead of Robin. Steveâs annoying, always has been. You were once paired up with him for a biology project in high school and he didnât do a goddamn thing but took credit and youâve been holding onto that grudge for years. At the time, Steve treated you like the dog shit under his shoe but times have changed.
Youâd sprouted tits and actually learned how to take care of yourselfâ how to wear makeup and style your hair. Itâs landed you in a weird spot with Harrington. He hits on repeatedly, almost on the hour during hour six hour shifts. Maybe if heâd hadnât been such a dick to you in high school, youâd consider it because letâs face it; Steve Harrington is a babe. A stupid, arrogant babe. Itâs kind of fun, turning him down. Feels like youâve won something. Even though, you ponder what would happen if you gave into his incessant flirting.
However, today, you wanna sock him right in his beautiful face. Heâs been incredibly annoying, complaining how he hasnât felt the touch of a woman since Nancy and how the uniform really isnât helping his case. Youâd beg to differ. He unfortunately looks⌠attractive in it. But heâs fallen off the social ladder and thatâs why the girls reject him.
Itâs closing time, youâre bent over into the drop ins. Covering the big gallons of ice cream when Harrington tries to sneak behind you to close up the topping bar. His crotch grazes your ass and he freezes. Pathetically, makes a shocked noise and presses his hand against the small of your back.
âWhat are you doing?â you ask, voice echoing inside the drop-in freezer.
Steve doesnât move, keeps his crotch firmly pressed against your ass and even rolls his hips. You can feel his cock hardening behind his polyester shorts and your eyes widen. Why the fuck isnât he moving? And worse, how did he get hard just from barely grazing against you? Heâs really down bad.
You try to look back at him but then heâs grabbing your hips, rolls his again and you stare stunned down at the tub of U.S.S Butterscotch.
He jolts back, you can hear his body making contact with the counter behind him as he exclaims, âIt was an accident! I didnât mean toâŚâ
You pull your head out of the freezer and turn to him, a sly smile spreading across your lips, âDid that make you hard?â
âNo,â he lies but the proof is staring you in the face, those little blue shorts doing nothing to help him hide it.
You laugh, soft and shocked and fine, okayâ flattered.
âWow,â you exhale, âI didnât realize it was that dire.â
âShut up,â he shakes his head and tries to look nonchalant, but his cheeks are red, âI have no idea what youâre talking about.â
Another laugh, your eyes trained on his erection straining through his uniform and then he moves his hands to cover it. His eyes everywhere but on you. You hum, pout and tilt your head, âYouâre not as suave as you think.â
He swallows hard, âI need to, close the topping station⌠I uhââ
âYeah⌠and I need to finish covering the ice cream. Iâm gonna bend back over and do thatâŚâ you tell him, feeling bold because well, itâs been a long time for you to and you canât deny you enjoyed the feeling of him against you. âIf I feel something⌠Iâm just gonna keep doing what Iâm doing.â
You spin back around and get back to covering the tubs. Steveâs not as stupid as you thought, because when you duck back into the freezer, his crotch is pressed against your ass again. His large hands wrap around your hips, holding you steady.
Thank god you guys were behind tonight. The mall has to be empty, gates all closed and the whole food court is quiet. You wiggle back against him and Steve lets out a sound you hate to admit is pretty.
Keeping true to your word, you act as if nothing is happening as you cover all the tub while Steve grinds against you from behind. And you let him. Welcome it, actually. Feel pretty because of it. You even grind back against him, feeling your thighs heat up. This is dangerous yet it feels like maybe it was bound to happen. A part of you thinks that maybe if you give Steve this, heâll stop being so insufferable. Like he needs to have this kind of interaction with a woman in order to stop seeking it out so desperately. You want to give Steve what he wantsâ what heâs been begging for for months.
The pair of you keep grinding into each other for a while. Until you start to feel uncomfortable from the coldness of the freezer. So you pull yourself out of it. Move over to the register and bend over the counter. Steve follows you, presses himself up against your ass again and drags his hands down your back.
So you reach behind you, pull the skirt of your uniform up and then push your underwear down your thighs.
âFuck,â Steve exhales as he watches and you can hear him undoing his shorts and shoving them down. âIâve had dreams like this.â
Yeah, thatâs a big inflation to your ego. And you canât help but admit, âMe too.â
Steve groans lowly, brings his fingers to your cunt and rubs them up through your folds. He scissors your clit and then brings them back down, circling around your entrance. âIâm kind of big, I should probably get you ready,â he says and sinks two fingers into your pussy.
You gasp and moan, rolling your hips back on his fingers. Part of you wants to look back, see if heâs exaggerating but from what you could see in his shorts, you donât think he is. Steve thrusts his fingers in and out of you slowly, spreads them while theyâre deep inside and you have to bite your lip to keep quiet. Youâre sure youâre alone in this mall, aside from the security guards but they donât hang around the food court this time of night. Better be safe, though.
âYou dream about me?â you ask, voice shaky.
âAll the time,â Steve breathes out, pulling his fingers out but circles the tips of them along your hole. âDidnât know itâd be so easy like this.â
You giggle, pushing your ass back against him as you tell him, âMe either. Youâre a pain in my ass, but you are cute.â
âAm I?â he asks, leaning over you and kissing against your neck just as he slides his fingers back inside you.
A groan pours from you as you close your eyes, âShut up, Harrington, you know youâre hot.â
He licks your jaw, then nips at it gently before pressing his lips against your ear, âI know I am. I didnât know you thought so, too.â
God, you wish you could see his faceâ to remind you how much you really think so. You know heâs still wearing that dumb sailor hat he hates so much and you havenât had the guts to tell him he looks cute in it. He adds a third finger and the stretch of it has you crying out. Steve fucking tsks, tells you, âJust wait until I get my cock inside you.â
âDo it,â you plead, pushing your ass back against him desperately.
He nips at your jaw again, fingers leaving you abruptly as he grips his cock and guides his tip towards your hole. Once you feel it prodding, you inhale sharply. He slips the tip in, stretching you beautifullyâ almost has you in tears but he goes slow. Allows you to adjust to every inch as he mouths at your jaw and neck.
You feel like you're melting, hands gripping the counter as he sheathes himself inside you to the hilt. Heâs completely inside you, hands clinging onto your hips as your walls grip and pulse around his cock.
âOh, fuck,â you whine out, âYouâre so fucking big.â
He groans, right against your ear and mumbles, âI told youâŚâ
Everything is fuzzy. Scoops Ahoy! doesnât exist. Youâre in space with Steveâs impressive cock buried inside you, not in the mall where thereâs a potential to be seen. He thrusts forward hard and deep, making you yelp. He grabs your jaw, turns your face towards him and kisses you sloppily, silencing your involuntary noises. He tastes sweet, like the maraschino cherries he snacks on. You wonder if you taste like the ice cream sundae he made you for your break. You try to think about when he slid it to you and said he made it with love. Which is easy to forget as he rolls his hips, cock dragging against your sensitive walls.
âYouâre so tight,â he babbles out.
You reply with, âyouâre so bigâŚâ
âFeel good, yeah? Me stretching you out?â
âSo⌠fucking⌠good,â you give in, gasping into the sideways kiss as he delivers a hard and deep thrust.
Steveâs hands reach around, cupping your breasts over your uniform and you wish you werenât at workâ but somewhere where he could feel you up, completely exposed. This will have to do, though. He kisses your neck sloppily, repetitively across the expanse of it that his lips can reach. Small, quiet moans falling past your lips, hopefully muffled by the tinny speakers playing easy listening throughout the mall.
âOh, god, SteveâŚâ you whine, hips jutting into the counter from the force of his thrusts.
His hands knead against your chest as he presses his face against the crook of your neck and breathes, rugged and heavy. He picks up his pace a bit more and you know heâs close, so you shove your hand down between you and the counter. Get your fingers pressed to your clit and rub circles, mirroring the rhythm of Steveâs thrusts. The feeling of his breath against your neck is surprisingly pleasant. You focus hard on reaching your climax, luckily getting there before Steve. Unfortunately, you canât keep your volume under control as you moan. Feel too good to really care, even. Steve whines from the sound, pulling out of you quick and then you feel thick, hot ropes of cum landing on your exposed ass.
Then the pair of you stay still, awkwardlyâ just panting. You turn your head to look back at him as he uses his apron to clean the mess on your skin. It makes you laugh, which causes Steve to smile and laugh. Heâs got his shorts back up and he moves to pull your underwear up. Then you turn and look at him. He chews his bottom lip, staring back at you.
âI uh, forgot to ask you earlier but, could you give me a ride home tonight?â you ask, cheeks red in embarrassment.
âOh, yeah, for sure,â he nods, looking as awkward as you feel.
You grab onto the collar of his uniform and suggest, âMaybe we could hang out at your place for a bit, first?â
Steve grins, gorgeous white teeth on display and he puts his hands on your hips, leans down and says, âYeah, that could be fun.â before he plants a kiss on your lips.
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Steveâs used to not being loved.
Heâd known his parents didnât love him since he was a young child. Heâd known that the girls he casually took on dates and occasionally fucked didnât love him. Heâd known Tommy and Carol didnât love him like friends were supposed to. They all loved his reputation, sure, but not him. It was easy though because he didnât love them either.
Heâd loved his parents once, a long time ago. Back before they were practically strangers, but that love had been the obligation of biology. Heâd thought he loved Tommy and Carol, but it had all been too surface level and focused on popularity.
He had loved Nancy though. He finally found someone he could start to be his true self with and he loved her and he thought she loved him, onlyâŚonly she didnât.
He couldnât blame her. After a while, when the same thing keeps happening, you kind of have to look for the common factor in all those loveless relationships and see what the real issue was. Simply putâŚ
Steve was just unloveable.
Maybe it was his past. Not that heâd actually been a bully or anything, heâd actually shut down a lot of bullying even among his then-friends and teammates, but he had been kind of self-absorbed. Or maybe it was just the fact that he wasnât as smart as the people he found himself surrounded by. Maybe it was just the fact that he wasnât anything special, not at the end of the day.
Except he could take a punch.
And slowly, he found people that did love him. The other kids might tolerate him, might like him, but Dustin genuinely loved him, he knew that. Dustin was his original ride-or-die. Dustin might be a little shithead that constantly treated Steve like he was stupid, but he was like his brother. And Dustin also make him feel amazing and wanted and loved.
And then there was Robin. Most amazing of all really was that Robin loved him. His Platonic soulmate. His other ride-or-die. She saw him at his lowest and saw him at his highest, was there for him when he had stuff he didnât want to drop on a teen boy who should be worrying about pimples and bad hair days, not interdimensional monsters and evil wizards. Robin made him feel loved too, even if she also sometimes teased him a little too sharply.
There was also Max of course. Heâd been surprised at receiving a letter from her too, back when Vecna had been after her. Heâd read it, back when sheâd been in her coma. She hadnât said she loved him, but it was there in other ways. The big brother she should have had all along.
So yeah, okay, Steve was loved. But it was platonic. It was friends, his new kind of family even, but it wasnât the love heâd always wanted and never had. He just accepted the fact that people didnât love him that way.
Which was why, when he realized he was in love with Eddie, he just sighed and accepted it and never changed anything in the way he interacted with the other man. He didnât bother telling Eddie because he knew there was no point. Besides, Robin called him out on it, said he was being so obvious about his feelings, but Eddie never said anything too.
So okay. Steve was in love with Eddie, but Eddie wasnât in love with Steve. Eddie also didnât treat Steve any differently despite knowing that Steve loved him. After all, if Steve was so obvious about it, then Eddie had to know too already, right?
So Steve watched Eddie come out to them, had nodded along when Eddie nervously explained what bisexuality was, having already had his own crisis before though he realized heâd never officially come out either. But then if his feelings for Eddie were so obvious, he figured he didnât have to, so he didnât say anything and let Eddie have his moment.
And it didnât matter that Eddie liked guys. He still couldnât love Steve, so Steve just accepted it and let it be. He didnât flinch when Eddie mentioned meeting a guy in the city, was even downright friendly when Eddie eventually brought the guy around to meet everyone.
It hurt, of course, but Steveâs feelings were his own problem; he wasnât going to let the fact that he was in love with one of his best friends make things awkward. Eddie was nice enough that he never told Steve to knock it off when Steve got a little too touchy with him, though Steve backed off in his own when Eddie seemed a little panicked about it sometimes.
Steve was even there for Eddie when Eddie came over crying because he and guy broke up. He wouldnât tell Steve why they broke up, not entirely, but eventually Steve learned it was because Eddie had feelings for someone else this entire time.
Steve wondered who it was, but in any case he just hoped Eddie got to be happy with them eventually. He later told Eddie one day when Eddie was over that he was a great guy, obviously, and anyone Eddie liked would be a lucky person. He hoped he didnât sound judgmental about it, didnât want Eddie to think he was being petty or whatever, but Eddie just looked sad again and left soon after.
Steve knew he had a problem about being too much sometimes. It had pushed Nancy away, and every girl heâd tried to date afterwards never really liked him enough either. It was still just his reputation and his hair that got him dates, not who he was himself. That was fine. Temporary companionship was better than nothing he supposed.
And life continued, and Steve kept loving Eddie, and he was content that Eddie let him love him, even if there was no hope of it being reciprocated.
And then Steve went on a date with a guy.
It wasâŚokay. The guy was a lot handsier than Steve would like, and kind of boring when compared to Eddie, but Steve just shrugged and figured that at least itâs be someone elseâs hand this time. And it was okay. No great spark or anything. More of a glorified one night stand than anything, but it was fine.
He knew he needed to get out dating again. Girls and guys. His love for Eddie wasnât abating at all, so he couldnât bring himself to actually date anyone, but he could do hookups.
Which was how Eddie found him one day, mouth around some guy at a bar in Indy because they had forgotten to lock the bathroom door. Oops. It was a little annoying though that Eddie looked as upset as he did. He appreciated the fact that Eddie didnât call him out for his unwanted feelings, but it wasnât fair that he thought Steve shouldnât be able to move on.
They got into a fight.
They never exactly said what they were fighting about with words, but Eddie yelled at him for having unsafe sex, while Steve yelled at him for being a hypocrite, and then Eddie yelled at him for leading the guy on, and Steve said that that was a bit rich coming from him.
And Eddie was yelling and yelling and yelling about who knows what, telling Steve he shouldnât be having random hookups in bathrooms when he wasnât even gay, and Steve yelled that bisexual men can have bathroom hookups too, and that seemed to surprise Eddie for some reason.
In any case, it caused him to shut up for long enough for Steve to angrily tell him that just because Steve loved him, it didnât give him the right to tell Steve what he could or could not do, especially when he knew Eddie didnât love him back.
And thenâŚ
âYouâŚyou love me?â Eddie choked out, his eyes wide as he stared across the dark alley outside the bar, where heâd dragged Steve after catching him on his knees.
Steve rolled his eyes, jutting out one hip to place a hand on while the other hand ran aggressively through his hair. It was started to rain while they were in the bar, a light drizzle that was slowly weighing down their hair, not that either of them paid it any mind.
âJesus, Munson, are you really going to make me listen to the whole spiel again?â He rolled his eyes, throwing his hands up in frustration. âThis is bullshit, Iâm bullshit, my love is bullshit, yadda yadda yadda. Or are we going the other way? The sad puppy eyes and the fact that you like someone else and it could never be me? I already know all this, Munson.â
Eddie continued gaping at Steve like a fish. It was starting to make him vaguely uncomfortable. Eddie shook his head, long strands of hair whipping wetly around him. âH-how long have you loved me?â Eddie whispered.
Steveâs frown deepened. âI donât know, man. You probably clocked it before I even did. I just barely realized like a year and half ago.â
Eddieâs eyes bugged further. âYouâve love me for a year and a half?â he asked incredulously, making Steveâs frown turn from annoyance to confusion.
âYou already knew this, Eddie.â
âI most certainly did not!â
AndâŚoh. Oof. Okay. Steve grimaced and held his hands up suddenly in a surrender sort of way. âYikes. Okay, well, this doesnât have to change anythiââ
âThis changes everything!â Eddie exclaimed in what others might cause a shriek.
Steve winced, taking a step back and hitching his shoulders up to his ears. âEddieâŚEddie, please, câmon,â he tried to reason, feeling dread settling in the pit of his stomach. He was suddenly remembering all the times heâd invaded Eddieâs space, how many times heâd flirted back with Eddieâs fake flirting, thinking it was okay because the other man knew how he felt.
Fuck. Fuck, heâd fucked up again.
âEddie, I know you donât love me, okay,â he rushed to say. âI know you can never love me. I get it, okay? Iâm not trying to force you to feel any way or anything. Just like with Robin and Nancy, the fact that I like you doesnât have to change anything.â
âNotâŚSteve,â Eddie said, reaching up to grip and pull at his own hair as an incredulous laugh escaped him. âSteve, I fucking love you.â
Steve tried not to let that hurt. He knew Eddie probably didnât get how much him saying that pained Steve since it wasnât the kind of love he was talking about, so he wasnât going to get upset at him over that.
âI know,â he sighed, slowly letting himself relax his body posture. âI know you love me in a friend way. And thatâs enough for me, really! I love you like a friend too, so the fact that I alsoââ
âNo Steve,â Eddie cut in again, and while he seemed exasperated, a wide smile was also starting to curl over his lips. âRobin was right and you really are a dingus. I mean, yes, I love you as a friend, but Iâm also in love with you. Romantic styles.â
âIâŚâ Steve blinked. He tried to understand Eddieâs words but they didnât make sense. âWhat?â
Eddie snorted out a laugh, and the smile curled on his lips stretched out into a grin. He took a step closer. âIâm in love with you, Steve Harrington. I have been sinceâŚhell, probably since you went all Ozzy on me. But definitely since I woke up in the hospital to you holding my hand.â
Steveâs stomach swooped. âI donât understand,â he said, and even to his own ears there was a small whine there. âYou donâtâŚpeople donât love me,â he pointed out. âThey canât. Thereâs something about me that just makes it impossible.â
Eddie scoffed, reaching out once he was closer enough to curl his fingers in the sleeves at Steveâs biceps. They were both now well and truly wet from the rain, but neither of them paid any attention to it at all.
âNow thatâs bullshit, Harrington. Youâre so fucking easy to love. As a friend and as somethingâŚmore. I love you, Steve.â
Steve wanted to deny it again, wanted to say that that was impossible, becauseâŚbecause heâd never heard those words. Sure, Dustin and Robin told him they loved him, but romantically? Even Nancy had never told him that in those words. Not even in a lie. He couldnât fully comprehend that he was hearing them now.
âFuck, Steve,â Eddie breathed, his hands moving to cup Steveâs jaw. âIâm going to spend the rest of my life telling you that. Youâre stuck with me now, big boy.â
And then Eddie kissed him.
Eddie was true to his words. He told Steve he loved him every single day, told him with his words and his actions and when it was legal, he told him again in front of all their friends and found family when he made a vow as a his husband.
And Steve? Well, it took a while for him for actually believe it, but nowadays? When Eddie kisses him good morning every day in bed, whispering his devotion, and every night doing the same, telling Steve heâll see him in his dreams? WellâŚ
Steveâs used to being loved. And he spends every day loving in return.
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sibling situation
simon 'ghost' riley
cw: smut & plot, mactavish!reader, size kink/difference, missionary sex, unprotected sex, marriage & babies (at the end), romance, simon's found family
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simon knew that johnny had a sister. you had been brought up in conversation tons of times. after the death of your parents, you and johnny were really all each other had. but johnny left for the military right before turning eighteen and you struggled to put yourself through university. it wasn't the easiest life and simon could understand, he had his own scars of his childhood.
"so, why are you dragging me out here again, johnny?"
"get ya out of that shoe box flat. got a little more leg room where i am."
johnny had driven the car all the way to edinburgh with a promise that a little time away would do wonders for the other man. simon had his ear talked off about how london was just too big, and while edinburgh was a city. it would be a break from the intense metropolitan of london. if need be the two of them and you could go on a getaway to the countryside.
"this better be good, johnny."
"ah, don't worry! i promise, you'll have the time of your life!" johnny reached over and slapped his friend on the back, "plus, you have to meet my sister."
the flat that you shared with johnny was well kept. of course it was, your brother was out most of the year with an automatic deposit for rent and when he was home, it was so ingrained with the military that things were kept tidy. and you on the other hand enjoyed tidiness as well.
even if cleaning the place in his absence felt a bit much sometimes, you still at least picked up your socks off the floor, put the clean dishes in the cupboard and washed out the carafe of the coffee maker. but you had worked over time to make sure everything was perfect, not for your brother (he could clean himself), but rather the mysterious guest that he was bringing.
you didn't want his lieutenant to think you lived like animals!
when the knock on the front door came, you happily welcomed them. your gaze was captured away from your grinning brother and rather the larger man beside him. he wore a black medical face mark, but you could see the tiredness in his eyes. the mop of blond hair and a slight scar over his eyebrow.
"oh, kid, this simon. simon riley, my lt." johnny smiled, patting his fellow solider on the arm.
you shot him a glance, "i'm almost thirty, johnny. i'm far from a kid." you were a bite fiery, simon liked that.
johnny beamed back at you, "but you'll always be my little sister. gotten into trouble while i was gone?"
you let both men in and replied, "well except for yelling at those stupid kids from the secondary school about smoking in front of my window. nothing else really happened."
johnny dropped his bags on the hardwood floor and kicked off his boots. he put them correctly by the door before he stretched his arms over his head, "where's that guy you were seein'. teddy or somethin'?"
simon stood a little straighter. of course you had a boyfriend, look at you!
you waved your hand, "oh, he's long gone. i guess cousin nikki's words are true." you looked at your brother, "never date a man in finance. turns out he had more than one bonnie in his pocket."
johnny dropped his shoulders and remarked, "never liked the guy anyway. seemed a little uptight, would never survive a gathering of the mactavish's." he laughed.
simon felt odd in the space. seeing the siblings interacting. he thought of his own brother for a moment. instead he just followed suit and took off his heavy boots as well.
you looked at simon, "i hope it's okay that you take the couch. this place is only two bedrooms. the couch." you gestured to it, "does pull out so hopefully you'll have enough room. but, if you don't, tomorrow my lovely brother can give up his room."
"my room!" johnny replied loudly, "i've still got sand in my crack for the mission and you're givin' my room!"
you shot your brother a glance which johnny coward from. no words had to be said. johnny knew that it would be the right thing to do. after all, simon was his guest.
the afternoon went by slowly, and you and johnny moved through the small kitchen like a team. johnny was good at dicing and you were good at keeping an eye on the sauteeing vegetables.
"simon." you said which made simon look up from his spot at the small dining table. your eyes met and you pushed some hair out of your face, "two things. one, there should be a headband on the table it's soft and used for make-up. i need to get this hair out of my eyes. secondly, johnny never said that you had any dietary issues. is there anything i should avoid? i just sort of got our normal grocery order."
simon perked a little bit more, "oh i don't have any allergies or anything, ma'am." he gave a small nod, "i could eat anythin'."
you nodded, "okay, excellent!"
the blond found in endearing. it was almost hypnotic watching you put together the vegetables with the hearty pasta sauce. you worked a stove top like no other. the only problem was that your brother kept getting in the way of his sight of you.
been a while since a woman cooked him a meal.
simon got up quickly and gave you the headband. it was soft and pink colour with two sewn on cat ears made of the same material. you put it on and simon's heart skipped a beat. you were just so beautiful.
dinner of pasta, toasted buns and salad were served with a bottle of grocery store wine. the three of you drank, ate and chatted. you and johnny had most of the conversation while simon enjoyed listening.
he figured out that he could listen to you talk forever.
"well, i'm tired." johnny said as he rubbed his eyes. he finished the rest of his wine before he got up. he patted you on the top of the head, "i'll do the dishes in the mornin'. thanks for dinner, kid."
you rolled your eyes, pouring yourself another glass, "i'm not a kid."
johnny chuckled then looked to simon, "she'll get ya comfortable for the evenin'. i'll see ya tomorrow." before his tired steps headed towards the bedroom. soon the door closed and the sound of his body hitting the bed could be softly heard.
you leaned back in the kitchen chair, one leg draped over the other with your arms crossed. you admitted, "it must be hard to date. finding someone who understands your world."
simon stretched out a little more in his chair. he eyed the empty wine glass in front of him, "i try not to think about it so hard."
"i've heard stories about you. the terrifying ghost. there one moment, gone the next." you then reached across the table to drag a finger down the inside of simon's wrist, "i wonder if i had you in my bed tonight, if you'd be gone by morning."
your admission made simon's dark eyes grow a little wider. he said, "well, i have nowhere else to go."
you smiled a little, "must be lonely. i know it's lonely for me. to feel close to someone."
simon asked, "do you want to sleep with me miss mactavish?"
you chuckled lowly, as to not awake your brother in his room. you leaned back a little once more and gazed at him. you were definitely johnny's brother. the look in your eye said it all. you tilted your head a little to the side and asked, "is it that obvious, mister riley?"
the sound of wooden chairs against the floor as the two of you made your way to the bedroom. you took simon by his tattooed wrist and got him into your room. the door was shut a little louder than you hoped. you turned on the light and simon was already working the belt of his jeans.
you were quick to get your t-shirt off and you saw simon's hungry gaze on you as you became free of your clothes. his eyes raked the exposed skin and thought you looked like a dream.
"like what you see, simon?"
he nodded, "more beautiful than the photos, ma'am."
you covered your mouth while you giggled, "no need for the formalities. if my brother is underranked by you, then i'm sure as hell as a civilian."
simon got a hold of your waist, "you deserve a little more respect than your brother." then pulled you in for a soft kiss. even with his scars that you had seen over dinner. you thought he was beautiful.
it made you warm all over as you pulled the dark t-shirt on his shoulders. he helped you get out of it. and your hands pressed against his chest. you admired the scars, the tattoos, the overall beauty of him.
"i wish my brother had said his lt was hot prior. i would've tried to get with you sooner."
simon picked you up by the waist, your legs wrapped around his waist as he brought you to the bed and sat you down. he then started to work at the button of your jeans. once they were off, he cupped the bulge in his pants.
you slipped out of your simple purple panties and the white bra you wore. you then laid out on your bed with your hands behind your head and you giggled softly.
simon was absolutely smitten by you. he had come to the conclusion that when they were talking about the beauties in scotland. they meant you. and only you. once you were both naked, he got onto the bed.
the bed was a bit smaller than he had hoped, but you two could fit into it thankfully. he was worried that his large, bulkier frame would inch you off of the mattress. but it was a lot easier when he got between your legs. his achy erection, bright red at the tip, begged for attention.
you swallowed a little, "i wonder if it'll fit."
"then you tell me if it does. got it? you mactavish's have a habit of not showing pain." simon gave you a pointed gaze.
you covered your face for a minute, "okay. talk about my brother ends here. i don't want to hear about him while you're balls deep inside of me."
simon chuckled lightly and leaned in for another kiss. he said softly, close to your lips, "if it's anything, love. you're much more a looker than he is."
you held onto his blond locks and pulled him in for a hot kiss. you made a small noise when he shifted your hips up against him. to get a better angle of his cock inside of you.
"simon."
he said softly, his voice still gravely, "beautiful, beautiful girl. i don't know what that last boyfriend of yours was thinkin'. why want another when he could have you. but, i guess that means more for me."
your cheeks grew hot and simon pressed his cock up against you wet slit. you felt your heartbeat race at the anticipation of what was to come. you tensed up at the feeling of his cock being pushed into it.
"i got ya, i got ya. you feel so good there, love."
you nodded, "it's been a while. sorry if i'm too.. tight."
simon loomed over you like a comforting shadow. he gazed down at you, but there was a softness to his tired eyes. you didn't realize how pretty his eyes were. a deep dark brown, that lured you in while in the soft lighting of your bedroom.
he started to move against you and you let out a small moan. the bed squeaked a little bit. thankfully the frame didn't hit the wall. you two had to be somewhat quiet. even if your brother could be heard snoring in the room next to yours.
the sex between you two was quick, but not rough. the idea of bruising such a beauty made simon feel disgusted. you were meant to be cherished. he wanted to know everything about you.
"you are quite handsome, simon."
"thank you, love." he said softly as he held onto your thighs and moved against you. even in missionary you looked beautiful. the slight bounce of your breasts in time with his movements. he wanted to kiss all your soft parts throughout his visit in your sweet home.
he could get used to a warm meal and a warm cunt to bury himself into every night. maybe johnny was right, staying with you was better than being in london.
maybe he could get used to scotland.
he knew he could fit easily into the chaos of the mactavish family. if he could handle johnny, then he could handle you. at least he could fuck one of you quiet.
you felt your heart hammering at the feeling of it all. your noises were so sweet that it made simon need to bury himself deeper inside of you. he needed to feel all you could offer.
call him a sick puppy, but his brain was now wired to need you. you were a hit of a feeling that simon was so painfully unfamiliar with that it almost scared him. but as he admired the sight of you under him.
those soft lips partially opened, your eyes closed. you looked like an angel, and he swore he found heaven.
"beautiful." he said softly, his rugged voice made you feel like honey. gooey and warm, filling.
you came with your hands in his shaggy blond hair. your back arched as you felt the heat through you. you moaned a little louder than you hoped for as he continued to thrust up into you.
panting breaths between heavy thrusts as you laid spread out on the bed, letting simon move quicken his pace to reach his climax. he could feel it on the tip of his tongue. and with a few more heavy thrusts, he finished inside of you. his cheeks flushed and his mouth hung open in a heavy pant.
"fuck, simon."
"beautiful." he said absently. not able to think of much else besides your beauty. you were the kind of woman that simon was into.
he pulled out of you and rested down beside you on bed. you chuckled softly, your head still a little full of post orgasmic bliss. you got the covers on top of you and cuddled him naked.
clothed would be a worry in the morning.
when morning came, simon tried to slink back to the couch before johnny woke up. but when he exited your room and entered the main living space. he found johnny sitting there at the kitchen table. he was leaned back into his seat. simon caught sight of the pistol on the worn wooden table.
"so, si." johnny said, looking away from his paper to look at his fellow solider, "what are yer intentions with my sister?"
it had been a very long time since simon felt the stone of dread in his stomach. he tried not to show it across his scarred face. simon could instantly recall every military statistic that johnny had. there could be a million and one ways that the scottish solider could kill simon. and it wasn't like simon could do anything, he couldn't kill your brother.
there was a brief moment of silence between the two of them. neither made a motion or noise. simon wondered what was to come next. no amount of training could've prepared him for this.
but johnny broke the silence with laughter, "i'm just messin' with ya! the gun's not even loaded. just wanted to scare ya." he leaned forward in his seat. he looked at simon, "i don't care how my sister sees, but i have to be a little bit intimidating, don't ya think so, si?"
simon chuckled nervously.
johnny's suddenly expression dropped and he put down his paper in favour of the unloaded pistol. he pointed the front of it to simon, one eye closed as if he was going to shoot the blond in front of him. he said, "but if you break her heart there, simon. i won't be so forgiving."
the doorway to your bedroom opened with a loud creak and your voice rang through the apartment the three of you were in, "I swear to god! john michael mactavish! you better not be intimidating him!"
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"you're seriously crying?" you asked your brother as you watched him gently take a hold of your newborn. your brother was a military man for christ's sake. he was weeping like a baby.
simon loomed over his colleague, protective over his newborn. his stern brown gaze read simply, "don't fuck it up, soap." he was ready to jump in if johnny fucked it up.
you were resting back in the hospital room, you just had your child with simon. you two had been married for a little over three years. it became habit for simon to come with johnny post-missions. the drive up to the city and you waiting for them.
a hug for your brother, a kiss for your lover.
now you were watching your brother cry at the sight of his nephew. the chubby little boy bundled up in a blanket. unaware of his weepy uncle. you looked at him with a slightyl stunned expression.
you probably cried less when you finally pushed him out. you didn't want to tell him the news because you thought he was going to cry more. while your son's first name was oliver, his middle name was john. after the crying mactavish in the hospital room.
"he really takes after us." john remarked when his cries died down.
you chuckled, "he sure does, johnny. now hand him over before you drop him." <3
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If you have the time, I have a physics question that has been breaking my brain. What exactly is energy?
I've tried so hard to wrap my head around it but even all the engineering dads of youtube can't make me understand.
The thing with physics is that the simpler something is, the harder it is to put it into words. Energy is almost as simple as it gets. The textbook definition of energy is just "the capacity for something to move against a force," but that's not satisfying, because it's too simple. So let's try something else.
Think back to the Big Bang. What was the Big Bang made of?
Particles, right? Just a lot of particles. We didn't even have hydrogen yet, that would take about 400,000 years. In fact for the first few microseconds, we didn't even have protons and neutrons and electrons, we just had quarks and gluons. The stuff of the Big Bang - the stuff you could touch - was just particles.
Where did those particles go?
You know: into stuff. Everything around you is made of those particles. I mean, by weight, less than 1% of all matter in the universe is solid stuff, but you get it, right? The planets and the stars and dark matter and black holes and penguins and sunflowers and you and me are all made out of those particles.
But the Big Bang wasn't just "a bunch of particles." "A bunch of particles" would just...sit there. If the singularity behind the Big Bang was just a bunch of particles, it would just be, like, a marble, or a block of tofu. It wouldn't have done anything.
Part of the difficulty of understanding energy is that we thought it was a substance for so long. Like, from the time when fire was put into the same category as earth, wind, and and water as one of the classical elements, up until, like, the 1850s. And talking about it like it's a substance and thinking about it like it's a substance is a tough habit to break. But it's not a substance. The Big Bang WAS only "made of" those particles. There wasn't anything else there. Physically it was just particles.
Those particles just had personal qualities. Like having a charming personality, and a good sense of humor. Intangible qualities. Two of them, specifically.
Their qualities were hot and fast. And hot is just fast but small! So really they only had one quality: an absolutely fucking stupid amount of FAST.
We've already covered where the particles went. That's all the stuff you see when you look around.
So where did the fast go?
That's energy. The single personal intangible quality possessed by the particles at the moment of the Big Bang. And energy can never be created or destroyed, right? So the fast isn't gone. All of the particles had fast, and so when they spread out, they took the fast with them, as they turned into atoms and chemicals and stuff.
All of the energy in the universe is just the fastness from that single moment of ignition, transforming and transforming into different expressions of motion.
Hope this helps.
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