#and then got my ear chatted off about whatever it was and i listened and engaged the whole time

[timeisacephalopod]

On a lighter not family drama note I've actually gotten quite good (for me anyway) with kids thanks to my sister having 3 (and the other four from Void who will never be in my life again because I have standards) so I figured maybe I don't dislike kids so much now.

Enter my poor youngest niece, she's about a year and a half old, and I can't blame the poor lil thing for being cranky after a long week of I think 4 or 5 different Christmas celebrations at my sister's family on her dad's side, her fiancee's family Christmas, my sister's Christmas with just the kids, and then our family Christmas and I know I'm missing one. But poor girl was BOUND to cry a bunch and be whiney, I mean I would be at nearly 30 if I had to do all that in a week even if I DIDNT have to work so I get why she was a cranky bug. But I did learn I am not any more equipped to deal with small children than I ever have been the poor kid was driving me NUTS and my sister was so patient and good with her and I was like yeah. No kid deserves me as a parent lmao, I'll continue with my cats 😂😂

[kingkaisen]

“LET’S HAVE ANOTHER BABY.”

♡ — SUMMARY: After getting adopted by you & Satoru, Yuji & Megumi are both adjusting to their new lives differently. Meanwhile, you & Satoru decide to have another baby.

♡ — CONTENT: 18+ ONLY // MINORS DNI — smut (penetration, unprotected sex, finishing inside, oral fem receiving), fem reader, fluff, slight angst (megumi and yuji aren’t used to feeling loved, megumi worries a lot). you & Satoru have a biological daughter.

♡ — WC: 5K

♡ — A/N: this is part 4 to my dad!gojo series. I’d really recommend reading the previous part, but it isn’t necessary.

“ . . . and my brother’s room is next to mine, and my sister’s room is down the hall! Mom and Dad’s room is upstairs too. Do you have any of those? A mom and dad? I have both now!”

Standing in line at a family-owned restaurant known as Happy Crepes — where the employees, young and old, happily made sweet or savory crepes in front of you, and everything was decorated in a soft yellow color, too — Yuji Itadori grinned, placing the clear straw belonging to his cup of soda in between his teeth.

As he stood there, chatting with the twenty-something-year-old employee behind the counter who took a scoop of crepe batter and spread it in a circular motion on the pan, his curious eyes watched the crepe start to form.

“I don’t mean to be rude,” the employee paused, “but most teenagers are sick of their parents and siblings. Why are you so . . . Ya know . . .”

“Why do I keep talking about them?” Yuji tilted his head a bit, raising his eyebrows, one hand in his pocket as the other one held on to his cup.

“Yeah.”

“Oh!” With a bright smile, Yuji said, “Well, they adopted me!”

“Oh, really?” This time, the man raised his eyebrows, but in surprise. He stepped to the right, grabbing the handle of a large spoon sitting inside of the bowl of chopped strawberries, and he gave it a little stir. “Congratulations, dude. I heard it’s rare for teenagers to get adopted.”

“Thanks,” Yuji’s smile never faltered. “The crepes are for my mom and dad, actually. They do a lot for me, so I try to do what I can for them, ya know? I wasn’t alone for my entire life, I had my grandpa until he passed away, but . . . having a mom? It’s the greatest thing ever. Kinda weird having someone wait for you to come home, or worry about whether or not your clothes are warm enough. The other day — when it was really cold for some reason — we all went to a baseball game, and she got upset with me for not remembering to bring a jacket.”

“And you were happy about that? Your mom being mad at you?” The employee flipped the crepe.

“Yeah, I was. She was only upset with me because she cared about me. If she didn’t care, she wouldn’t have minded if I froze my butt off. Anyway, she got me a hotdog afterward.”

As the employee prepared two crepes with chocolate syrup, chopped strawberries, and whipped cream, he listened to the younger boy continue to ramble on and on about his family.

It was fascinating, truly.

Most teenagers his age wouldn’t have thought twice about their parents buying them concession stand food or would have been annoyed if their mothers fussed about them forgetting to bring a jacket. But Yuji cherished every single memory.

Yuji grabbed the paper bag with crepes inside, paid for the sweet treats, and made his way out of the glass door as he said to the employee, “I’ll see you later! Thanks!”

—

MEANWHILE . . .

“Satoru,” with a small grin, you grabbed a little black dress off of the rack, pressing it against your body as you turned to face your husband. “What do you think? Should I get this?”

Gojo smirked, his blue eyes scanning the dress from behind his sunglasses.

“I think it looks great,” leaning down, he pressed a kiss against your cheek, and when he pulled away, he whispered in your ear, “Buy whatever you want. I’m just happy I’ll get to take it off of you later.”

“Hush!” You couldn’t fight off the grin that decorated your beautiful face. “We’re in public, have some decorum. It’s a very nice store, and I’d hate to get kicked out because of your dirty mouth.”

“Really?” He pressed a gentle kiss against your ear. “Quicker we get kicked out, quicker we can go home, and I can finally-”

“Mommy?” your biological daughter, Maya, suddenly appeared at your side and tugged on your clothes, looking up at you with eyes glistening with worry and concern. “I’m hungry.”

“We will get some lunch as soon as Yuji comes back, okay, honey? Let’s go check out so we’ll be ready.” Pulling away from your lovingly frustrating husband, you smile down at your little girl as you spoke. Then, you tossed the black dress in your cart, which was packed with clothes for your entire family.

It was a rather beautiful Saturday and the perfect day to go shopping with everyone.

While walking along the plaza, packed with amazing stores and restaurants, Yuji broke away from you all momentarily as he eagerly wanted to go into Happy Crepes.

Meanwhile, the rest of you made your way around the high-priced clothing store.

Making your way toward the checkout area, you glanced around, frowning a bit as you said, “Where’s Megumi?”

“Meg-mi’s over there,” your daughter pointed at the quiet teenager behind you — a short distance away — who lingered around, holding two outfits and a pair of shoes in his arms.

She ran up to him, grabbed ahold of his clothes — one habit your little girl hadn’t been able to break yet, grabbing at people’s clothes and whatnot — and she pulled him along until they both caught up with you and Satoru.

“Are you alright?” You questioned Megumi, taking the clothes he picked out and putting them into your cart. “What’s wrong? Are you hungry too? We’re about to have lunch.”

“It’s not that,” Megumi mumbled. “I’m fine.”

You shared a look with Satoru. It was obvious Megumi was lying.

Being that your biological daughter was still young, you didn’t start reading the “Raising a Teenager” book series until you adopted Megumi and Yuji, and needed to learn as much as you could as soon as possible.

And — according to Chapter 6 — teenagers would often lie to hide their feelings from their parents out of embarrassment, shyness, or simply because they think their parents don’t understand them.

And for an adopted teenager, one who had their fair share of trauma as well, it was all the more true.

“Are you sure?” You asked once again, giving him a look of caring concern.

“Yeah.”

A beat of silence passed.

“Hey,” Satoru looked over at you as he suddenly spoke up. “Why don’t you go ahead and check out? I wanna have a little chat with Megumi.”

“Alright,” a wave of relief washed over you, and you looked down at your little girl. “Come on, honey.”

After all, Satoru was more than just a new parent. He had been Megumi’s teacher for a decade as well, and if anyone could figure out what was wrong, it was him.

Satoru looked down at the grumpy teenager.

“Let me guess,” he paused. “You didn’t wanna buy any new clothes, did you?”

“It just feels weird.” Megumi’s response — which came out rushed and in a brutally honest tone, caught Satoru by surprise a bit. He didn’t expect him to open up so quickly, much less while standing in the middle of a store.

“How?”

“She asked me to pick out some clothes, but I didn’t know if I was getting too much, or not enough. I also didn’t know if I was supposed to ask if what I picked was okay or not, or if I was just supposed to put it in the cart.”

“Oh, I see,” Satoru said. “You’re used to buying your own clothes, and not thinking much about it.”

“Yeah,” Megumi looked down at his shoes. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful, but it’s just odd for me. I’ll get used to it, though.”

As the dark-haired boy spoke, Satoru realized something — an unspoken truth that Megumi had revealed with his words.

“I’m grateful . . . I’ll get used to it . . .”

Those little phrases were shoved in as Megumi spoke about his feelings, almost as if he didn’t want to offend Satoru, but the older man knew that it was something deeper than that.

“Megumi,” Satoru lowered his voice a bit, pausing as his student and son looked up at him. “We’re not going to change our minds about wanting you to be a part of this family just because you’re not adjusting as fast as Yuji.”

Megumi was silent. Shocked.

“I know it’s a lot,” Satoru smiled softly. “Family dinners, movie nights, chores, constant hugging . . . and I went from being your teacher to being your dad. I get it, kid. But you don’t have to call us mom and dad anytime soon, alright? And it’s okay if it takes you a while to settle in. Just know that we care about you.”

As Megumi gave a small nod, the white-haired man reached over and ruffled his hair. And, like clockwork, Megumi told him to cut it out while fighting off a smile.

Truth be told, Megumi wasn’t completely unfamiliar with being loved and cared for by you and Gojo.

After all, he had known both of you for years, long before you officially adopted him, and while it wasn’t as constant as it was now, he always received some form of affection from you both — be it clothes, a warm meal every now and then, or a place to stay when being on campus wasn’t preferred.

But officially being your son now meant that he had a family, and the amount of affection and caring acts he received had doubled. Tripled, even.

He loved it, truly. Despite everything that he had been through, he was still a kid, and he naturally dreamed of having a loving family. He was no different than Yuji when it came to that.

But he was also scared. Terrified. He’d lie awake at night in his new bed in his new bedroom, unable to close his eyes and rest.

What if you changed your mind about wanting him? He wasn’t as hyper and affectionate as Yuji, and you only decided to adopt Megumi — despite having known him for years — once Yuji appeared in your life fairly recently.

Perhaps, you only adopted Megumi as well simply so he wouldn’t feel left out. That would make sense, right? Why else would you want to call a grumpy, overly independent teenager your son?

He’d always try to shake off those negative thoughts. Part of him knew that you and Gojo truly cared for him. Part of him knew that — despite what his anxiety led him to believe — he could rest comfortably in his new bed, because it belonged to him, and you would never take it from him.

But he was scared of something else, too.

Being loved.

He truly didn’t grasp the concept of it — it, being love — until he came home one day, later than planned, and found that you were wide awake in the middle of the night, waiting for him, worry written all over your face.

It was the same look from that one night when you all went to the baseball game, and you realized that Yuji didn’t have a jacket.

What frightened him about being loved was the fact that if something happened to you or anyone else in his new family, it would break his heart. He had already lost enough.

What if you died? Or, what if he died? Then your heart would be broken. You’d grieve the loss of your son.

In his eyes, love meant loss. Especially with a family of sorcerers.

So, now, he had a goal: to always protect his family, and try not to die doing it.

—

An hour had passed.

Yuji had returned with crepes for you and Satoru, which you decided to save for dessert, despite your sugar-loving husband’s complaints.

The restaurant was an unfamiliar setting, quite different from the typical cheap cafes Yuji and Megumi were used to going to by themselves.

Even so, it was undoubtedly a family restaurant despite the high-end nature of it.

The family of five took their seats around the table and opened their menus — most of them, at least, as Maya opened her coloring book instead.

When Megumi’s eyes scanned the high-priced items listed on the beige, foldable, laminated menu with a black leather binding, he immediately started to search for the cheapest item he could find.

“What are you gonna get, muffin?” Satoru gently pinched his daughter’s cheek, making the adorable girl giggle.

“Everything!” She kicked her feet in excitement.

“Really?” With a grin, Yuji said to his younger sister from across the table, “You think you can eat everything off of the menu?”

“Uh-huh!”

“Alright, alright,” you sighed happily. “We can worry about eating everything off of the menu later. What does everyone want to order?”

“Uh,” Yuji looked at the menu once again. He loved to eat everything. “I need another minute here.”

“Okay,” you darted your eyes over to Megumi. “What about you, Megumi?”

“I’ll get a plain bowl of ramen. I’ll just drink water too.”

“Plain?” A worried frown appeared across your face. “Are you sure? You don’t want any toppings? And the water is complimentary, so you can get something else to drink.”

“Are you sick?” Yuji questioned, tilting his head a bit, as he noticed that the other boy seemed more quiet than usual today.

“No, I’m fine,” Megumi responded plainly.

Suddenly, Maya started to push her coloring book and crayons toward Megumi, whom she insisted on sitting next to. He was the coolest person ever at the moment. Cooler than Barbie.

“It’s okay, I don’t need to color,” Megumi said to the young girl. “I’m feeling okay, I promise.”

Satoru tapped your thigh. When you looked over at him, he leaned in, whispering, “We need to talk.”

You nodded. Together, you both left the table and stepped outside after telling your children that you would both be right back.

“You know what he’s doing, right?” Satoru asked, putting his hands in his pocket.

“Yeah. He’s ordering the cheapest item so we don’t spend that much money on him,” you looked up at Satoru with a frown. “What should we do? Should we just order for him? If we tell him he can get whatever he wants, he’ll just lie and insist that he actually wants a plain bowl of noodles. And I know he’d really like the ginger chicken stir-fry thing. I just wish he knew how much we cared about him.”

“He knows we care, sweetheart. That isn’t the problem. He’s just not used to being spoiled like this, and he doesn’t want us to feel like we have to do things for him. We just need to give him some time, okay? Being adopted is a lot to take in. Come here.” Satoru pulled you closer and kissed your forehead. “We’ll figure it out. He knows we love him, and that’s the most important thing.”

“Okay,” you mumbled with a small pout. “Well, what are you gonna order? A steak? We could both get different things and just take stuff off of each other’s plate.”

“What I want isn’t on the menu,” Satoru smirked humorously, his hands around your waist, threatening to travel lower down your body. He truly didn’t care about being in public.

“You’re acting wild today,” you said in a warning, yet playful tone, wrapping your arms around your husband, despite your words. “What’s gotten into you?”

“The fact that I haven’t gotten into you in a while, that’s what,” Satoru grinned as he whispered his dirty words into your ear. “I was just thinking about how much I dislike odd numbers. I mean, three kids? A family of five?”

“What’s your point?” You said. “And make it quick. I’m starving.”

“Well, aside from the fact that I haven’t had the chance to fuck you in ages,” Satoru pulled away from you, looking into your eyes as he spoke. “I think we should have another baby.”

The look of surprise that appeared across your face was absolutely precious, and when it melted into a heartwarming smile, Satoru’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of it.

God, he just loved you so much.

Suddenly, you wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him.

“Your timing is shitty — I mean, we’re standing outside of a restaurant wondering why our adopted teenage son wants to order a struggle meal, but I agree with you. I wanna have another baby too.”

Satoru kissed you quickly and softly — any longer, and he’d have to take you home immediately and get started on that baby-making process.

You both walked back into the restaurant and found that your daughter had given Megumi and Yuji a page of her coloring book and a few crayons, making her older brothers color with her. They couldn’t say no, of course. The little girl had them wrapped around her finger.

“Can someone pass me a red?” Yuji scratched his head as he looked at his plain, uncolored princess. “I can’t make her wear an orange dress.”

“I’ll switch with you,” Megumi offered, staring at his half-colored tiger. “Red for an orange?”

“Yeah.”

The two teenagers swapped crayons as you and Satoru returned to your seats.

“Everything alright?” Yuji blinked up at you.

“Yeah, we were just discussing something, don’t worry,” you smiled softly. “Did you figure out what you want?”

“Yeah! Wait, no. Come back to me.”

“Alright,” with a soft laugh, you glanced at Megumi and said, “And for you, Megumi, I was actually thinking that you might enjoy the ginger chicken stir-fry. I think a plain bowl of noodles wouldn’t be a good option.”

As you spoke, Satoru reached across Maya and discreetly grabbed the menu lying next to Megumi, preventing the boy from grabbing it and checking the price. To avoid drawing any suspicion, he grabbed everyone else’s menus as well — aside from Yuji’s, who still couldn’t decide what he wanted. Everything sounded so delicious.

“That’s fine with me,” Megumi agreed.

Your plan had worked.

Making it seem like it was entirely your idea, rather than something Megumi would have wanted, had paid off.

Later on, as the waiter sat a steaming plate of sauteed chicken, a variety of vegetables, and a side of rice down in front of him, he had to fight off the urge to smile.

And while he wouldn’t admit it, he was beyond happy.

—

Once Saturday night rolled around, the dark sky glistening with visible stars to compliment the perfect weather — not too hot, not too cold — Megumi and Yuji decided to hang out with their friends from school, while Maya spent the night at her aunt’s house, undoubtedly playing with her cousins.

For the first time in what felt like forever, you and Satoru were home alone.

Snuggled up together on the couch in your living room, Titanic was displayed on your T.V., and you and Satoru were underneath a big blanket.

His arm was resting around your shoulders, and a big bowl of untouched popcorn was leaning against his leg — dangerously close to falling over — as you and Satoru were too busy eating the crepes that Yuji had bought you both earlier during the day.

Or, at least, Satoru was too busy eating the crepes.

You were too busy staring at your phone.

With a sigh, Satoru grabbed the remote, pausing the depressing movie.

“We should watch Titanic,” Satoru said in a teasing, mocking tone as he imitated you, repeating your words from the conversation you both had earlier. “We haven’t seen it, and all of our friends have seen it.”

“I’m sorry,” You smiled sadly, “I’m about to put my phone down. Yuji just texted and said they were all going to the movies and then have a sleepover on campus, so I just . . .”

“They’re fine,” Satoru gently grabbed your phone, pressed the power button, and placed it on the coffee table in front of him. “They fight curses, you know. They can take care of themselves. Trust me.”

“Yeah, but this is also only Maya’s second time spending the night away from us, so I need to keep my phone with me.”

“You need to relax, baby. You’re so stressed out,” Satoru moved the popcorn bucket and put it on the floor, and he pulled you in closer. “You shouldn’t worry about things unless you have a reason to worry. Your phone’s still on, okay? So if it goes off, you can answer it, but until then, try to relax.”

“You’re right,” you said. “Alright, I’m ready. You can press play.”

“No, I don’t want to,” Satoru looked down at you with a playful frown. “This movie’s depressing and we already know what happens. The ship sinks.”

“You’re such an idiot,” changing your position just a bit, you rested your head in his lap and turned over onto your back to look up at his handsome face. “What do you wanna watch, then? There’s that new superhero movie, or we can watch one of the shows we’ve been meaning to catch up on.”

“We can watch something later,” Satoru sighed. “Right now, I just wanna fuck my wife.”

Suddenly, your husband scooped his hand underneath your head, and he lifted your head. Then, leaning over a bit, he connected his lips with yours.

It wasn’t a soft or gentle public-friendly kiss, either.

It was slow, deep, and passionate — his tongue instantly swirled around yours in a way that made you both moan into each other’s mouths.

When Satoru pulled away, a string of spit falling from his lips, he leaned in once again. He couldn’t help it — he missed being absolutely filthy with his wife.

Satoru alternated between kissing you as deeply as he could and sucking on your little tongue. As he did so, that large hand of his started to mess with the button of your pants.

Without interrupting the kiss — at this point, he would rather die than pull away — Satoru unbuttoned your pants, and placed his hand over your clothed cunt. Slowly, he rubbed your clit through the fabric of your panties, falling in love with your little moans.

Much to his dismay, and yours, Satoru ended the kiss. While he could have tasted your mouth and tongue forever and never get sick of it, not once needing to take a second to breathe, he was desperate to finally have you underneath him and he couldn’t wait any longer.

“I let you spend a ton of money because seeing you buy whatever you want makes my day. You know that, right?”

You nodded happily, thinking about the new and expensive outfits, shoes, and accessories that you purchased earlier.

“Well, I think it’s only fair that, in exchange, you let me fuck you all night long.” As Satoru spoke, he could feel your panties dampen a bit against his fingers, and he grinned. “Seems like you like the sound of that too, huh?”

“Let’s go to our room,” you said breathlessly, as his circulating fingers were driving you crazy, even through the cloth of your underwear.

But your wish was Gojo’s command.

Soon enough, Satoru was tossing you on the enormous bed, and taking off your clothes as quickly as his hands would allow him to.

“God, I’ve missed you,” Satoru said, his body hovering over yours.

Your faces were only inches away from each other, his gorgeous pale skin and blue eyes illuminated by the moonlight peeking in through the curtains of your big bedroom window.

He kissed your cheek.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he whispered against your skin, warm breath patting against your face.

“What do you mean?” Looking up at him, you frowned a bit. “We’re always together aside from your work trips.”

“I mean that I miss being alone with you like this,” Satoru kissed your lips softly. “Making love with your husband hasn’t been on your to-do list in a long time. Don’t get me wrong, I know you’re busy keeping this family happy and healthy, and I love you for that, but I’ve missed having you under me like this. I’ve missed your body . . . you’re so goddamn beautiful, did you know that?”

“Yeah, you tell me every day.” you gave him a soft smile, one that held a hint of playfulness behind it, but admiration as well. “Are we going to keep wasting time talking or are you going to fuck me?”

You raised your knee in between Satoru’s legs, pressing it against the hard, clothed bulge belonging to the gorgeous man above you, and he groaned.

“Careful, Mrs. Gojo.”

With a smile of his own, Satoru leaned in and kissed your cheek. Then, he kissed your jaw and started making a trail of soft kisses across your beautiful skin. Your neck. Your collarbone. Your chest. Your stomach.

Nearly every part of your being was touched by his lips as he treasured the feeling of you — his perfect wife, a little detail he couldn’t seem to get over even years later; you were actually his wife — and he didn’t pause his kisses until his head was in between your soft thighs.

And only after he left kisses on them as well, of course.

Satoru pressed his buttery lips against your wet folds, kissing your pussy lips and treating himself to the scent of you before the taste.

But, your sweet smell nearly drove him crazy, and he couldn’t wait any longer. His tongue touched your clit. A pretty moan fell from between your lips, whereas a muffled one came from him, as he enjoyed licking your clit just as much as you cherished the feeling of his tongue against your button.

While he wanted to tease you, he couldn’t.

That tongue of his ran circles around your clit before darting down to your aching hole and pushing in a bit, and his moans only intensified the delicious warmth you felt swirling around in the pit of your stomach.

He wrapped his arm around your thigh, both to stop your squirming and use his fingers to hold your pussy lips open and give him better access to your clit.

“I want you to cum in my mouth, do you hear me?” His breath patted against your cunt as he spoke.

And when you nodded — speaking was just as difficult as staying still — Satoru reconnected his mouth to your clit.

As he stared at you, he rapidly licked at your button with his tongue, and — god, the way you moaned, squirmed, and gripped the thick sheets was a beautiful, unholy sight.

“Satoru,” you called out like a prayer.

“Cum in my mouth,” he ordered once again. “Be a good wife and cum in my mouth right now.”

With the hand that wasn’t holding your pussy lips open, Satoru palmed at his clothed cock. The bulge was becoming impossibly hard with every pretty moan that fell from your lips, and while he was certain he’d cum in his pants if you came in his mouth, he would have to stay strong.

He wanted to pour every bit of cum his body could produce inside of your body, not smear it on the inside of his underwear.

Finally, your sweet juices started to flood his mouth once he attached his lips to your clit, sucking it into his mouth. That was what made the pleasure slowly brewing inside of you overwhelm your senses, so much so that you couldn’t even properly warn your beloved that you were close to cumming all over his lips and tongue.

But he was ready.

He wouldn’t dare miss a single drop. He licked up every bit of it like a starving man and savored the taste of you — a flavor he so desperately missed. Jerking his cock in the shower while daydreaming about eating your cunt just wasn’t enough.

“Tastes so good,” he moaned breathlessly, pulling away from your pussy, although it pained him to do so. He could spend his entire life in between your legs and never complain.

Satoru sat up on the edge of the bed. First, he removed his shirt, exposing his perfect physique. Then, he slowly took off his belt, the click-clanks of the belt’s leather and buckle made you start squirming yet again.

“Hurry up,” you frowned.

“You’re so impatient,” Satoru pulled off his pants and underwear. “I’ve had to wait weeks for this, but you wanna rush me now?”

Satoru leaned over, kissing your pouty lips.

“I wanna be a little rougher with you tonight. Is that okay?”

“Yes, just hurry. Stop teasing me.”

A cocky smile appeared upon Satoru’s face, which hovered above yours.

“Just make sure you’re nice and loud for me, or I won’t let you cum. I wanna get sick of hearing my own name, do you understand me?”

Before an obedient response was given, Satoru started to slowly thrust into you.

Very few pleasurable experiences in life could compare to that of being inside of your warm pussy.

Your walls clenched around his cock, pulling him in as he sunk his big cock in deeper and deeper until he was fully inside of you.

He could barely stand it — the feeling you gave him. He leaned down further, his lips against your ear, and slowly, he started to move.

He fucked you calmly at first, treating you like a fragile piece of glass as he thrusted in and out of your hole.

But that didn’t last very long. He couldn’t help it.

Tucking his arm underneath your knee, Satoru raised your leg to fuck you as deeply as he could, and he picked up his pace, finding a nice rhythm that forced moans to fall out of his throat and pour into your ear.

“Fuck, baby, I could cum right now,” he moaned yet again. “You feel so good, I don’t think I can hold it for long.”

“Satoru,” you called out. Your nails started to dig into his back. Any red scratches that would appear across his skin in the morning would be his fault, as he was the one who started to fuck you faster and faster, drilling you into the mattress until you had no choice but to hold on to something — anything.

“Fuck, Satoru, oh my god-”

He bucked his hips wildly as you shouted his name. Filthy words were whispered into your ear, all of which were cut off by uncontrollable moans erupting from him. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum right inside of you, baby. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You want me to fill you up, right?”

“Y-Yes, please,” a pathetic moan followed your words.

“Then take it for me. Take my cock,” he ran his tongue across your ear.

Once your second orgasm started to approach, you were in too much of a daze to warn him properly.

After all, that big dick of his slammed in and out of you, fucking away every thought that wasn’t about him fucking you, driving away every emotion that wasn’t pure and utter pleasure, and taking away the ability to say anything other than shouts of his name.

Luckily, Satoru’s wealth had purchased a home where neighbors weren’t too close by. If they were, then they would surely complain about the noise.

The feeling of your cum gushing over Satoru’s cock is what pushed him over the edge. He moved away from your ear, taking in the pretty sight of your face as you came yet again.

“Satoru-” your moans were interrupted by him pressing his lips against yours, kissing you as deeply as he could. The pleasure of your pussy milking his cock and covering him in your juices started to overwhelm him as well.

Beads of sweat appeared across his forehead.

His rhythm grew sloppy, his quick pace making the mattress squeak.

Then, there it was. That sweet feeling.

As warm pleasure started to swirl around in his gut, he swirled his tongue around yours.

Satoru pulled away from the kiss, and warned, “I’m cumming. I’m cumming, baby, take it. Take all of it, baby — shit, I’m-”

He moaned loudly as he shut his eyes in pure bliss. And when he came, he continued to thrust, wanting to fuck every last drop of his semen inside of you, and keep it there.

Moving one of his hands in between you, he pressed it against your stomach, which only intensified both the feeling of his cock inside of you, and his cum filling up your insides.

“You feel that? Feel me stuffing you?” He questioned as he tried to catch his breath. Then, he pulled out of your messy hole. “Get some rest, because we’re gonna do it again. I gotta make sure you take every last drop of my cum if we’re gonna have another baby.”

“How long of a break?” You started to sit up, but truth be told, you didn’t want to move at all. You just wanted your husband’s cock back inside of you. “Thirty seconds?”

Satoru laughed a bit, and he reached forward, stroking your cheek with his thumb. Then, he ran his thumb over your lips. “You’re still so impatient, hm? I told you that I’m gonna fuck you all night long, and I meant it.”

Satoru kissed you once again.

Soon after, he switched positions with you, laying his back against the bed as you straddled him, his hands on your hips as he guided you toward his awaiting cock.

That very next day, a beautiful Sunday which typically served as a chore day for the entire family, your children couldn’t help but notice that you and Satoru were incredibly tired and rather insistent upon washing your bedroom sheets yourselves.

♡ — thanks for reading!

♡ — Next Part.

[oscinhaslandito]

BALLET, BETRAYAL AND A HOSE

disclaimer: this is for pure entertainment please do not send hate. all hate messages are and will be left unacknowledged.

pairing: oscar piastri x norris!reader

word count: 3.8k

Lando and Oscar leaned against the wall outside her classroom in the ballet studio, waiting for Y/N to finish her class. Lando was scrolling through his phone while Oscar stood with his arms crossed, only half-listening to whatever nonsense his best friend was muttering about.

The classroom door opened, and a group of girls in tights and leotards exited, chatting amongst themselves. Oscar barely glanced up—until the last girl walked out.

Y/N, flushed from practice, hair still in a neat bun, leotard hugging her figure way too well, ways Oscar had never even considered before.

He freezes. Brain malfunctions. Thoughts he should not be having about his best friend’s little sister infiltrated his mind at lightning speed. Unholy thoughts, unholy thoughts, unholy thoughts— Nope, stop that, that’s your best friend’s little sister, act normal, mate.

He blinked rapidly, forcing himself back to reality just in time for Y/N to shoot an annoyed glare at Lando.

"Why are you inside? I told you to wait outside."

Lando shrugged, looking completely unbothered. "It's been fifteen minutes. Thought you fell and broke your leg or something."

Y/N rolled her eyes. "Give me five more minutes. I need to shower and change. Then we can leave."

Oscar, still trying to process, nodded too quickly. "Yeah, yeah! Take your time! No rush at all!"

Lando shot him a look. "Why are you being weird?"

"I—I am not weird," Oscar said, voice cracking slightly. He cleared his throat. "Totally normal. Super normal. Completely—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Y/N’s ballet instructor exited the classroom.

She was gorgeous. Elegance personified. Every step she took was fluid, like she was floating. She’s got the grace of a goddess. Her hips swayed with effortless grace, her posture straight, and her sharp features gave her an intimidating yet magnetic presence. She walked past them, completely unaware of the chaos she was about to cause.

And then.

Lando wolf-whistles.

The second it leaves his mouth, Y/N’s soul leaves her body. She stares at him, absolutely mortified.

Oscar nearly choked on air, eyes widening in disbelief.

And Lando? The menace? He just grinned.

Not even ashamed. Just shrugs, and mutters, "What? She’s fine as hell."

Lando fully commits to flirting—flashes his most charming grin, smooths out his hoodie like he’s in a tux, and leans against the nearest wall like he’s James Bond.

"So… do you give private lessons? Asking for a friend."

Y/N dies on the spot. Oscar is wheezing, but also still trying to act normal after his own 'crisis'.

And then the teacher? She just chuckles, totally unbothered, and WINKS at Lando before saying, "You aren’t the first guy." Then, with the most graceful sway of her hips, she struts away like a queen.

Lando? Completely entranced. His brain is off. His eyes are GLUED to her until she starts to disappear in the distance. "I think I’m in love."

Y/N groaned, grabbing him by the ear and dragging him away. "I am so sorry, Miss Lillian. Please ignore him. He is not house-trained." While, the woman in return just laughs???

Oscar is just standing there, still recovering from seeing Y/N in a leotard, and now he has to process this madness too. What the actual fuck is happening today? He needed help.

As they walked outside, Y/N was still dragging Lando by the ear, furious while he laughed like an idiot.

"I swear to GOD, if you ever embarrass me like that again, I will revoke your brother privileges. You will no longer be my sibling. You will be just ‘some guy I know’!"

Lando, still rubbing his ear, just grinned. "Worth it."

Meanwhile, Oscar was still awkwardly quiet—which Y/N finally noticed. She frowned. "What’s wrong with you?"

Oscar, still desperately trying not to think about her in a leotard, blurted out, "Nothing! I mean—uh—great weather today, huh? Love the sky. Big fan of clouds."

Just as she was about to interrogate him further, Lando sighed dreamily. "Do you think Miss Lillian likes younger guys?"

Y/N groaned. "Please shut up."

Lando, completely ignoring her: "Like, I’m not saying she wants me, but I am saying I could make her want me, you know?"

Oscar lost it. "YOU WERE STARING AT HER LIKE A LOST PUPPY."

Just as Y/N thinks the nightmare is over, they turn the corner and—BOOM—Miss Lillian is also leaving the building at the same time. She notices them and gives Lando a knowing smile.

Lando panics for one second but then fully commits to the bit. "Hey, fancy seeing you here. Wanna grab a drink?"

Miss Lillian just chuckles, winks, and walks away again, hips swaying. Lando? Mesmerized.

Y/N? Absolutely done with this entire day.

Lando’s driving, humming to himself, and then suddenly notices Oscar glancing at Y/N way too much. He narrows his eyes at first, watching Oscar physically struggle not to look. Then it clicks—and Lando SLAMS the brakes.

Y/N yelps, "WHAT THE HELL?!" while Oscar nearly flies forward. Lando turns in his seat, slowly, dramatically narrows his eyes and gives his best mate the filthiest glare known to mankind like he just witnessed a crime.

"Mate. I consider you one of my best mates. And you… you just stab me in the back like this? IN FRONT OF ME? AFTER EVERYTHING WE'VE BEEN THROUGH?"

Oscar is malfunctioning. "I don’t—I wasn’t—I don’t know what you’re talking about!"

Y/N is clueless. "What is happening right now?"

Lando doesn’t even acknowledge her. He’s still burning a hole into Oscar’s soul. "You were staring like she’s a Michelin-star meal, mate. DO NOT DENY IT."

Oscar is fighting for his life. "I WASN’T—"

Lando gasps, clutching his chest. "YOU WERE. YOU ABSOLUTELY WERE."

Y/N is just sitting there, confused as hell.

Y/N, exasperated, "Lando, can we go home??"

Lando, ignoring her, "Oh, we’re going home. But Oscar is not sitting next to you."

Oscar is BANISHED to the front seat while Lando makes Y/N sit in the back, like that somehow prevents romance.

But it gets worse.

Oscar is already suffering, but Lando DOES NOT LET IT GO.

The whole ride home, Lando keeps throwing shots at Oscar.

"So, Oscar, what’s your type? Ballet dancers, perhaps?"

"You ever think about dating someone’s younger sister before?"

"OH WAIT, YOU ALREADY DO, DON’T YOU?"

Oscar wants to die.

And then, when they finally get home, Lando makes it his life mission to ensure Oscar and Y/N DO NOT get a single moment alone.

He follows them around. If Oscar tries to speak to Y/N, Lando INTERRUPTS. If Oscar so much as looks in her direction, Lando gives him a death stare. If Y/N tries to talk to Oscar, Lando physically stands between them.

Later that night, Lando forces Oscar to sleep on an air mattress on the floor of his room, because "We’re not sharing a bed, that’s weird, mate."

And THEN, before they all go to bed, Lando grabs Oscar by the collar and whispers:

"If I even THINK you’re looking at my sister again, I will personally make sure you never drive a car again. Sleep well, mate."

Oscar does not, in fact, sleep well.

Lando is officially in full-overprotective mode, and Oscar is now public enemy #1 in his eyes.

Lando is finally asleep, snoring like a damn freight train. Oscar is wide awake on the air mattress, traumatized from the day’s events. And then—Y/N sneaks in.Like a ninja. Silent. Stealthy. Dangerous. She tiptoes across the room, carefully dodging Lando’s discarded hoodie (gross). Oscar notices way too late. He turns his head and BAM—Y/N IS CRAWLING INTO HIS AIR MATTRESS.

Oscar's in deep shock, "What the—Y/N?!"

Y/N, smirks, feigning innocence, "Shhh. You’ll wake Lando up."

Oscar, panicked whispers "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

Y/N just grins, fully curling herself against his side, spoons him like an absolute MENACE. Oscar.exe has stopped working. His brain is fighting for its life. His crush—Lando’s little sister—is just… THERE. ALL CUDDLED UP. CASUALLY. LIKE IT’S NORMAL. Oscar, internally screaming, Be a gentleman. Be a gentleman. BE A GENTLEMAN.

Y/N, cheekily whispers "Can’t sleep. Thought I’d try a different spot."

Oscar, whisper yells at her, "YOUR BROTHER IS LITERALLY RIGHT THERE."

Y/N casually says, "Yeah, but he sleeps like a rock."

Oscar groans, "This is a terrible idea."

Y/N smirks, "So you want me to leave?"

Oscar doesn’t answer. Because no, actually, he does not want her to leave. His heart is slamming against his ribs.

Y/N smirks, "That’s what I thought."

She just settles in, fully comfortable, head on his chest, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Oscar is fighting for his life. His arms are just hovering midair like WHAT DO I DO WITH THESE??? And then? Y/N grabs his hand and puts it around her waist. Oscar dies. Right there. On the spot. He just stares at the ceiling, his soul leaving his body. Meanwhile, Lando snores in the background, completely unaware that his best mate is currently living his worst (best??) nightmare.

Oscar is suffering.

Y/N is fully comfortable, head on his chest, arms wrapped around him, not a care in the world. Meanwhile, Oscar is staring at the ceiling like a man facing the gates of hell. He. Cannot. Move. His entire body is rigid, arms awkwardly hovering in the air like a glitching video game character. If he breathes too hard, will Lando wake up? If he shifts even an inch, will Y/N notice? IF HE LOOKS DOWN, WILL HE SELF-DESTRUCT?? He is trapped. A hostage. A prisoner.

Y/N notices.

She lifts her head slightly, eyes glinting in the dark, "Why are you so stiff?"

Oscar is having an internal crisis. "I—uh—I don’t know what you mean."

Y/N wiggles closer.

Oscar stops breathing. Lando SNORES. Pure. Nightmare. Fuel.

Y/N, all cheeky, "Oh my God. You’re nervous."

Oscar wants to disappear. "I AM NOT." He absolutely is.

Y/N grins against his chest, "You totally are. Your heart is beating so fast."

Oscar, fully malfunctioning, "That's just because I had too much caffeine"

Y/N raises a brow playfully, "At 11 PM?"

"YES."

At this point, Oscar is just praying Lando doesn’t wake up.

But oh, it gets worse.

Y/N? She’s having the time of her life. She traces small circles on his chest, just to see what happens. Oscar freaking glitches. Whole body JOLTS.

Y/N is now grinning like a gremlin. "Ohhh, you are STRUGGLING."

Oscar, on the verge of dying, "Y/N. PLEASE."

Y/N smirks, "Please what?"

Oscar groans, in a 'crisis', "Have mercy."

Y/N pretends to think for brief second, "Mmm... nah."

And THEN.

Lando shifts in his bed.

Oscar freezes completely. Y/N? She doesn’t even flinch. Lando just mumbles something about ‘papaya rules’ in his sleep before turning over. Oscar EXHALES so hard he nearly passes out.

Y/N, casually goes, "Relax. He’s not waking up."

Oscar physically cannot relax.

It starts small. He sighs. Internally accepts his fate. Then, he relaxes—just a little. Then a little more. And then…

HE PULLS Y/N FULLY ONTO HIS CHEST.

Y/N yelps softly, but then grins like an absolute menace. Oscar? His brain is fighting demons, but he commits. One arm wraps around her waist. The other rests lazily on her back. His hand strokes slow, lazy circles on her spine.

Y/N, all smug, "Oh. So now you’re comfortable?"

Oscar, voice all deep and raspy, "Go to sleep, menace."

And then… Y/N falls asleep.

Just fully PASSES OUT. Peaceful. Happy. Cozy. Doing something so brain itchy to Oscar's heart.

For the first time all night, he actually enjoys this.

UNTIL.

The sun rises. Lando wakes up groggy, rubbing his eyes.

He turns his head.

Sees something.

Leans in closer.

Squints.

Blinks.

Blinks again.

And then—

It hits.

Lando SCREAMS. "WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. FUCK."

Oscar jerks awake in full-blown panic. Y/N mumbles something about ‘five more minutes’ and nuzzles closer. OH, THIS IS WAR.

Lando launches forward, shoving Y/N off Oscar. She yelps, hitting the floor like a sack of potatoes.

HE JUMPS ON TOP OF OSCAR.

GRABS A PILLOW.

ATTEMPTS MURDER.

WHAM.

Oscar, disoriented, panicking, "WHAT THE HELL, MATE?!"

Lando, fuming, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN ‘WHAT THE HELL’?! YOU’RE CUDDLING MY SISTER, YOU ABSOLUTE TRAITOR!!"

"YOU DIRTY, BACKSTABBING, DISLOYAL PIECE. OF. SHIT." WHACK. WHACK. WHACK.

Oscar is fighting for his life, arms flailing, legs kicking, whole air mattress bouncing. "GET OFF ME YOU PSYCHO—"

"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!" WHACK

"I DIDN’T EVEN MOVE ALL NIGHT—"

"DIDN’T MOVE?! YOU LET MY SISTER CUDDLE YOU, YOU BACKSTABBING SNAKE." WHACK WHACK WHACK

"IT’S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE."

"OH, REALLY? BECAUSE IT LOOKS LIKE MY BABY SISTER WAS ALL OVER YOU."

Y/N, from the floor, "…It was mutual, actually."

"I’M GONNA KILL YOU BOTH." Lando yells, stll not getting off of Oscar.

"YOU BETRAYED ME. YOU BETRAYED OUR BROTHERHOOD." "I LET YOU INTO MY HOME." "I SHARED MY FOOD WITH YOU." "AND YOU DO THIS TO ME?"

Oscar is gasping for air.

It’s a full WWE match.

Meanwhile, Y/N is just watching from the floor, completely unfazed. She stretches. Yawns. Checks her nails.

She slowly stands up, dusts herself off. Then, casually walks to the bathroom, turning on the faucet. She fills a glass with cold water, casually walks back.

And then—

SHE DUMPS THE ENTIRE GLASS ON LANDO’S HEAD.

Lando FREEZES. Oscar GASPS for air like a drowning man. The pillow falls.

And Y/N, completely deadpan, "Okay. That’s enough murder for today."

Lando BLINKS. Dripping wet. Absolutely stunned. Oscar wheezes. Y/N sips the last few drops from the glass.

Then, as if nothing just happened, she pats Lando’s head like a child.

“There. Now go take a shower and cool off before you have a stroke.”

Lando? Hair dripping. Hoodie sticking to his skin. Mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Visibly contemplating whether he should actually commit murder. Oscar? Still in shock. Barely survived an attempted homicide. Heart still racing because Y/N was ON HIS CHEST last night. But now his biggest concern is whether he’ll make it out of this house alive. Y/N? Already grabbing her phone, scrolling through Instagram like this was just another Tuesday.

Unbothered. Hydrated. Thriving.

AND THEN—

Lando, finally wiping water off his face, turns to Y/N with pure betrayal. “You were supposed to be on MY side.”

And Y/N, sipping from her now-empty glass like the menace she is, "I am on your side. I just don’t want you to go to jail."

Oscar, whispers weakly "Thank you."

AT BREAKFAST TABLE.

Y/N's just spreading Nutella on her toast, living her best life.

Oscar looks visibly like he's regretting every decision in his life, contemplating booking a one-way flight back to Melbourne.

Lando is still fuming, arms crossed, eyes narrowed at Oscar like he’s planning the next murder attempt. He's still ranting.

"I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU. YOU’RE A TRAITOR. A WEASEL. A FILTHY—" "AND DON’T THINK I WON’T REPLACE YOUR TOOTHPASTE WITH GLUE, PIASTRI." "I’M GONNA MAKE YOUR LIFE A LIVING HELL."

Oscar, exhausted:, "Mate, I think you already have."

Lando slams his fork down. Oscar flinches. Visibly bracing for another attack. But then—

Y/N STRIKES.

In the middle of Lando’s rant, she grabs Oscar by the collar, yanks him forward and crashes her lips against his.

OSCAR? Gone. MIND? Blank. SOUL? Exited his body. SYSTEM? Full Malfunction.

Lando? Oh he's silent as a graveyard, staring at them, the fork still mid air. Not a single sound. Just. Pure. Utter. Horror.

Y/N pulls away, smug as hell, looking Lando straight in the eye, "This is happening. Me and him. Whether you like it or not."

Oscar? Still frozen. Mouth slightly open. No thoughts. Just static noise.

Lando? Blinking. Processing. Spiraling. Opens his mouth—closes it—opens it again. Grips his glass of juice so hard it nearly explodes.

"I’M GONNA THROW UP."

Lando dramatically pushes his chair back, stomps out of the kitchen like a scorned Victorian widow, muttering something about betrayal, disownment, and needing therapy.

Meanwhile, Y/N? Picks up her toast like nothing happened. Oscar? Still buffering.

Y/N, all casual, "Want some Nutella, babe?"

Oscar's mouth still open, can’t even compute.

She picks up her toast, takes the smallest, most casual bite, and then in the most nonchalant, sweet-as-sugar voice, "Well, now that he’s gone…" smirk "…we can properly make out."

OSCAR.EXE HAS COMPLETELY SHUT DOWN.

His head whips toward her so fast he nearly gives himself whiplash, jaw dropping, words nowhere to be found. A full-body malfunction.

"Wha-? Huh? You can't just say things like that."

Y/N, picks up her glass of juice, sipping innocently, "Why not? Scared, Piastri?"

Oscar's completely struggling to form a coherent sentence.

"I—you—wha—?" His face is redder than a Ferrari, hands gripping the table like he’s on a rollercoaster.

And then—THE KILL SHOT.

Y/N leans in, placing a hand on his knee, a slow smirk on her lips, her eyes playful, her voice, the epitome of chaos, "Oh, c'mon, Lando was the only thing holding you back."

OSCAR HAS OFFICIALLY DIED.

Head in hands. Breathing? NONEXISTENT.

AND THEN—

Lando storms back in, clearly remembering he left his phone behind.

He pauses at the scene in front of his eyes. He blinks. Y/N was practically draped over Oscar who looked like he’s having a full spiritual crisis, while Y/N just Looked as smug as a cat that just knocked over a glass.

Lando’s left eye twitches.

"I—FOR FUCK'S SAKE, CAN I NOT LEAVE YOU TWO ALONE FOR FIVE MINUTES???"

Y/N bites into her toast, still grinning, "Nope."

Lando? DISGUSTED. TRAUMATIZED. ON THE VERGE OF COLLAPSE.

He grabs his phone, shoots them one last glare, and storms out.

The door slams.

Y/N, watching the door like a true menace: "…Think he’s gone for good this time?"

Oscar is still recovering from the first attack, face still red, he still hasn’t blinked, looking like he just got hit by a truck.

Y/N grinning like the absolute devil she is, grabs Oscar by the collar again and pulls him in. This time, no teasing, no games, straight up full-on, deep, mind-numbing make-out session.

Oscar? Oh, the man is gone. His hands find her waist. Brain? No longer functional. Thinking? Never heard of it. He’s officially entered the 'Fuck it we ball' phase.

Just when things are getting properly heated—

DOOR FLIES OPEN.

Lando stands there, hose in hand. A BACKYARD GARDEN HOSE.

Oscar and Y/N both freeze mid-makeout turn their heads in slow motion, realizing what’s happening a second too late.

AND THEN IT HITS. FULL BLAST. ICE COLD WATER.

Oscar yells.

Y/N screams.

Lando? MANIACAL.FULL VILLAIN ARC.

"YEAH, NAH, THIS IS MUCH BETTER. I’M GOOD NOW." Lando says in a breath of relief, literally waterboarding them.

They're both drenched to the bone. The kitchen was a literal flood zone. Y/N looked like a drowned cat, Oscar was fully contemplating his life choices. Lando, on the other hand looked the definition of job well done.

Oscar was already planning murder, while Y/N was on the verge of actual murder.

Lando, casually turns off the hose, tossing it over his shoulder, "Right. Who’s hungry?"

Y/N is fuming, pushing her wet hair back, "You’re DEAD, Lando. Done. Finished. Over."

Lando, grins, arms crossed like an evil genius, "Oh, am I? Cause you two looked pretty comfortable before I SAVED YOU FROM YOURSELVES."

Oscar, shaking out his wet curls, still processing, "This��this is assault."

Lando all unbothered goes, "No, mate. This is JUSTICE."

BUT THEN—

Y/N LUNGES.

She slips on the wet floor, grabs onto Oscar to stabilize, taking the poor guy down with her as they both crash to the floor in a heap.

Lando was bent over, laughing, "OH MY GOD, THAT WAS SO MUCH BETTER THAN I EXPECTED." The guy was legit struggling to breathe.

Oscar, flat on his back, staring at the ceiling, "…This is my villain origin story."

Y/N, lying on top of him, glaring at Lando, "You have SECONDS to live, Norris."

Lando was still wheezing, holding up his hands, "Okay, okay, truce! I’ll make it up to you. I'll buy you McDonald’s."

Y/N, narrowing her eyes, "I want nuggets, a big mac, and a McFlurry."

Oscar, still recovering, "And I want a new best friend."

"Yeah, well, can’t help you there, mate."

IN THE CAR.

Lando's driving like nothing ever happened. Y/N, still slightly dripping, but happily eating her nuggets while Oscar was staring out the window like he just came back from war.

Lando, sipping his Coke, grinning, "So… was it worth it?"

Oscar turns his head slowly, "I’m sleeping with one eye open tonight."

Y/N, still chewing, completely deadpans, "No, you’re sleeping with me tonight."

OSCAR.EXE HAS CRASHED AGAIN.

The rest of the day is again filled with lots and lots of banter, finally night dawns.

Oscar is half dead, thinking the madness is finally over. He yawns, heading toward Lando's room, "Right. Goodnight. I’m sleeping forever."

Y/N grins like she’s got a plan, "Yeah, about that…"

Oscar, gives her a suspicious look, "…what?"

Y/N, casually linking her arm through his, "I thought we’d cuddle."

Lando? FROM ACROSS THE ROOM?? HE HEARS IT.

"OVER MY DEAD FUCKING BODY."

Lando full-on sprints after them. Oscar panics while, Y/N cackles as she drags Oscar toward the bedroom.

Lando, grabbing Oscar’s hoodie to stop him, "TRAITOR. ABSOLUTE TRAITOR."

Oscar, helplessly dragged by Y/N, looking at Lando in despair, "I’m not even doing anything."

Y/N dives onto the bed, pulling Oscar with her. Lando launches himself like a flying squirrel, wrestling Oscar away. Y/N? Clinging onto Oscar for dear life. Oscar? GETTING TORN APART.

THEN. A MOMENT OF CHAOS.

Lando accidentally pulls too hard— Oscar accidentally pulls back— Y/N, stuck in the middle, gets yeeted off the bed.

THE ROOM GOES SILENT.

Y/N was now lying on the floor, groaning. Oscar was horrified. Lando. Oh. He messed up.

Y/N, slowly sitting up, cracking her knuckles, "I’m going to end you, Lando."

LANDO JUMPS UP, RUNS FOR HIS LIFE. "GOODNIGHT BYEEEE."

CUT TO: THE NEXT MORNING.

Lando wakes up to something terrifying.

A polaroid taped to his forehead, a picture of Y/N and Oscar, snuggled up in bed, Oscar’s arm wrapped around Y/N, both looking all cozy.

Lando looked MURDEROUS.

"NOOOOOOOOOO."

[sturnsblogs]

MY GIRLS.

—

Matt had been slipping into your life so easily, so effortlessly, that it felt natural. Like he was always supposed to be there.

And apparently, other people had started to notice, too.

“So, are you and Matt a thing now?” one of the school moms asked with a knowing smile as you both waited for pickup.

You laughed, shaking your head. “We’re just friends… or talking, I guess.”

But the truth was, it wasn’t just you who had grown attached to Matt—it was Eliana, too. And if her constant questions were any indication, she was just as smitten with him as you were.

“When’s Mr. Sturniolo coming over?” she would ask, swinging her legs at the kitchen table. Or the one that really made your heart do a little flip, “Mommy… can I call him Matt?”

So when Matt texted you on a random weeknight saying he was stopping by just to check in, you didn’t hesitate to say yes.

And when he showed up at your door with a McDonald’s bag in one hand and a Happy Meal in the other, Eliana practically squealed in excitement.

“Mommy! Mommy! Matty’s here!!!”

That nickname. Matty. She had started calling him that a few weeks ago, and every single time, it warmed your heart. And judging by the way Matt’s face softened when he heard it, it warmed his too.

“Hi, sweet girl,” he greeted, crouching down to her level, holding out the Happy Meal. “Brought you something special.”

Eliana gasped dramatically, taking it from him like it was the greatest treasure in the world. “Thank you, Matty!!!”

Matt just chuckled, standing up to face you with that boyish grin that had you weak.

“Didn’t forget about you either,” he teased, handing you a bag.

You smiled, peeking inside, only for your stomach to drop when you saw what was inside. A burger.

You hesitated.

Matt caught it immediately. “What’s wrong?”

You bit your lip. “I, uh… I don’t really like burgers.”

Without a second thought, Matt reached into the bag, switching trays and sliding his chicken nuggets toward you.

“Can’t have my girls be unhappy,” he said smoothly, taking the burger for himself.

Your heart stumbled. You should’ve said something—should’ve told him you were fine, that it wasn’t a big deal—but instead, you let it happen. Because truthfully? You liked that he just knew what to do.

The three of you ate together at the kitchen table, and it felt so easy. Eliana chatted between bites, talking Matt’s ear off about her day, about how some boy in her class “didn’t even know how to color inside the lines.” And Matt listened—really listened—nodding along like it was the most interesting story he’d ever heard.

And then, when Eliana’s yawns got bigger and her blinks got longer, you tucked her into bed with a kiss to her forehead, smoothing her hair back before quietly closing her door behind you.

When you stepped back into the living room, Matt was already sprawled on your couch, looking as comfortable as ever.

“Movie?” he suggested, his arms stretched along the back of the couch.

You smirked, plopping down beside him, close enough to feel the warmth of his body. “As long as I get to pick.”

He groaned. “As long as it’s not a rom-com.”

You gasped, feigning offense. “Excuse me, rom-coms are elite.”

Matt rolled his eyes, but there was a fondness in them. Eventually, you both settled on something easy—something light, something neither of you really had to pay attention to. Because, honestly? You weren’t paying attention.

At some point, you had shifted closer, your head naturally falling against Matt’s chest. And instead of pulling away, he let you. No—he welcomed it, his arm coming around you, fingers tracing small circles against your back.

It was nice. Warm. Safe.

“Y’know,” Matt murmured, his voice softer than usual, “I could get used to this.”

You tilted your head slightly to look up at him, your face inches from his. “Yeah?”

His gaze flickered to your lips. “Yeah.”

Your breath hitched. The moment felt heavy, charged, like neither of you wanted to break whatever invisible tension had settled between you.

And then Matt did.

His hand cupped your cheek, thumb grazing your skin before he leaned in, closing the space between you.

His lips were soft, slow against yours, like he wasn’t rushing—like he was savoring the moment. And when he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath mingling with yours.

“That okay?” he murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

You smiled, heart racing. “More than okay.”

And just like that, the soft launch wasn’t so soft anymore.

Matt’s forehead was still resting against yours, his lips barely parted as he studied your face, his eyes dark and unreadable. His fingers were still tracing gentle patterns against your back, grounding you in a way that made your whole body buzz.

Then, with a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, he murmured, “So… you gonna be my girl now?”

Your breath caught in your throat.

It was such a Matt way to ask—casual, a little teasing, but there was something else there, too. Something real.

You swallowed, your fingers unconsciously gripping the fabric of his hoodie. “That depends…”

His brows lifted slightly. “On what?”

You bit back a smile. “On if you’re gonna keep bringing me chicken nuggets instead of burgers.”

Matt chuckled, his thumb brushing against your cheek. “Oh, baby, I’d bring you a whole damn McDonald’s if it meant keeping you happy.”

Your stomach flipped, and before you could overthink it, you pulled him back down into another kiss, this one deeper, more certain.

When you finally pulled back for air, you murmured against his lips, “Then I guess I’m your girl now.”

And the way Matt grinned—all wide and boyish and so undeniably him—told you that he wouldn’t have it any other way.

—

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[lordprettyflackotara]

noise || ben drowned & jeff the killer || maid!reader || (𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝓵𝔂pasta au)

SMUT MINORS DNI 18+. tw: threesome, jeff’s an asshole, dom!jeff, soft dom!ben, humiliation, spanking, face fucking, you take a trip to paris, facial, orgasm denial, bondage

If your past self could’ve asked your current self how you had gotten in this position, you weren’t sure you could’ve provided an answer.

You were currently bent over on Ben’s bed, knees tucked to your chest as your hands were handcuffed behind your back. A silk blindfold was secured around your eyes, making everything you possibly could’ve seen now invisible. Jeff had asked Ben to tie you up before he got there, no longer in the mood for a chase. Now you had to silently suffer, listening to Jeff and Ben chat nonchalantly. Your cunt was soaking, your previous orgasm covering your slick. They chatted about you as if you weren’t there, the thick smell of weed indicating to you they were smoking.

“Yeah and then, she came on my dick without permission dude,” Ben finished, his story one full of the raunchy and explicit details of your affair with him. He handed Jeff back the blunt, Jeff’s preferred method of smoking. The pale killer chuckled darkly. “Funny that she’s that much of a brat, everyone around here loves to praise her,” He commented. The two watched you squirm, the handcuffs preventing you from doing much of anything at all. “You ask me we could probably find many more just like her. Ones that are more obedient too,” Ben replied. They grinned sadistically as you tried to clench your thighs to create some sort of friction. Jeff exhaled the smoke, passing the blunt back to Ben. “Maybe we should ask Slender for a new maid. I think this one is broken,” He snickered. This really got you going, the pleas falling off of your lips before you could stop yourself,

“No no no please, i’ll be good. Please just touch me. Use me.”

The boys exchanged devious looks as they approached you, Ben in front of you and Jeff behind you. You didn’t recognize Jeff’s large and rough hands, but you knew it was him by the sharp slap he delivered to your ass. “You gonna be a good whore then? Huh? Let us use you until you break?” Jeff huffed. You nodded profusely, Ben’s hand picking your chin up off of the mattress. “Whatever you want. Just please. I need this. I need you. Both of you,” You cried, silently cursing the restriction of the blindfold. You sighed in relief as you felt the bed dip, the clinking of belts music to your ears. Jeff ran two fingers up your slick, grinning devilishly at the sight of how wet you were. "I see you had fun disobeying Ben," He mused. You swallowed, licking your dry lips. "I-I didn't mean to, it felt so good," You explained. Jeff delivered a sharp slap to your ass, causing you to yelp in pain.

"I didn't ask you to speak, did I? Shut her up Ben," Jeff barked. You rolled out your tongue, Ben teasingly slapping the tip of his cock against your cheek. You whimpered as Jeff delivered another slap to your ass, your skin turning visibly red. "Arch that back for me slut," Jeff ordered. You arched your back as best as you could, your wrist scraping against the metal. Ben slowly slid his cock into your mouth, as Jeff teased and prodded at your cunt. He purposefully avoided your clit, exploring your folds delightfully slow. You whined around Ben's cock, the vibrations making Ben groan. "Such a warm mouth, fuck," Ben panted. Jeff grabbed the mounds of your ass, forcefully splitting them open. "I have an idea. Let's play a game," Jeff suggested. Ben shoved himself in deeper, his cock sinking into the back of your throat. Tears flooded your waterline, the blindfold soaking up the droplets. "You need some discipline slut. Since you like cock so much let's teach you in a way you'll understand," Jeff chuckled darkly. Your clenched around nothing in anticipation, forcing your jaw to go slack.

"Every time I spank you, you're going to count. If you don't or lose track, I think i'll fuck your other hole, got it?" Jeff asked. His thumb ran over your puckered hole, causing you to shudder from fear and arousal. You nodded profusely, Ben's cock sliding in and out of your throat. The first smack made you fall forward in a pathetic attempt to get away, your nose buried in Ben's bush. "One," You said, Ben's cock muffling you. It continued like that, each slap from Jeff getting rougher and rougher. Your skin was becoming tomato red, sensitive to the touch. Jeff teasingly traced the mound of your ass, watching you quiver. Meanwhile you were struggling to continue deep throating Ben, becoming light headed from the lack of oxygen. You weren't able to protest anything, Ben's cock relentless as it pounded into your throat. Jeff finally grew impatient, rubbing his tip up and down your slick.

"You're lucky i'm feeling kind today doll. Now shut up and take this dick," Jeff huffed. The pale killer was anything but gentle, slamming his cock inside of you. You struggled against the handcuffs, Jeff not giving you anytime to adjust to his girth. Momentarily Ben pulled out of your throat, grinning as you gasped for air. Your moans rang off of Ben’s bedroom walls, Jeff fucking you mercilessly. Ben smeared the remnants of saliva on his cock on your cheek, soaking in your sinful noises as Jeff pounded into you. “F-fucking shit, too much,” You whined, your wrist beginning to burn from digging into the metal of the handcuffs. Ben grabbed your chin, your blindfold finally being ripped off. “Too much? Cmon pretty princess we’re just getting started!” Ben said, giving you a devilish smile. Jeff relished in the feeling of your gummy walls clinging to his cock, milking him dry. “You’re gonna take it and you’re gonna like it,” Jeff grunted. His fingers dug harshly into your hips, you knew you were guaranteed bruises tomorrow.

You whined as Jeff’s balls slammed against your clit with each thrust, another orgasm boiling in the bottom of your stomach. Ben stuffed his cock back in your mouth, snickering at the sight of you fighting against your handcuffs. “Loosen up your jaw for me,” He panted, weak in the knees as your mascara trailed down your cheeks. The boys were relentless, pounding you from both ends. Jeff could sense you were about to cum, his evil grin curling upwards even wider. “Awe are you about to cum on my cock slut? Does taking two cocks at the same time really get you off?” He questioned. Your response was muffled by Ben abusing your throat, your thighs trembling as you attempted to hold back your orgasm. You didn’t want to give Jeff the gratification by cumming on his cock. Yet your body was betraying you, each thrust bringing you dangerously closer and closer to the edge.

“I think she’s holding back. Stupid slut doesn’t want to cum,” Ben commented. Jeff delivered another sharp slap to your ass, before abruptly pulling out of your cunt. You whimpered at the loss of friction, the pale killer watching your cunt clench around nothing. “You don’t wanna cum? Fine then, don’t cum,” He barked. He joined Ben’s side, the blonde removing his cock from your throat. You gasped for air, both men standing before you with their hard cocks begging for attention. “Stick out your fuckin tongue,” Jeff growled. You flattened your tongue across your lip, staring up at both of the men. Your heart was beating a hundred miles per hour, your smeared mascara now dried across your cheeks. Both of them pumped their cocks in front of your face, panting as they did so. “Fuck, gonna cum,” Ben sighed, aiming his seed to paint your tongue. The taste of salt danced across your taste buds as his warm cum slid down your tongue. “Keep that tongue out,” Jeff sneered. Ben’s cum traveled down your tongue, dripping onto the bed below. Jeff grunted your name as he came, purposefully aiming his seed to shoot across your face.

Both boys were quick to button themselves back up, leaving you a filthy and wet mess. “You know we forgot to get Helen a birthday present. His birthdays tomorrow,” Ben mentioned casually, as if they didn’t just take you to paris. You would’ve began to clean yourself up, if the fear of what they’d do to you if they disagreed didn’t scare you. So instead you felt Jeff’s warm cum settle onto your face, little droplets of Ben’s dripping off your tongue. “No worries dude, I have the perfect bday gift,” Jeff replied. He took out his phone, turning on the obnoxious flash and snapping a picture of you. He tapped away at his phone, before giving you a devilish smile.

“Better pack your bags sweetheart. You’re gonna spend the night at the Trenderman mansion.”

[webslingingslasher]

what if peter calls her annoying for doing soemthing so she geniunely stops

peter remembers the conversation vividly.

'do you mind if i play a game?'

'no.'

'are you sure? cause if you wanna do something now's the time to say it.'

'no, you can play.'

you told him he could play, and you didn't even sound the slightest upset. he must've read that wrong, because while he's trying to focus on killing and not dying, you're chatting up a storm.

peter figured after the third barely there half acknowledgement you'd figure it out, but no. not even when he cut you off to shout something to a teammate. it was the third missed shot and he just really wanted you to stop talking.

it's nonstop and about nothing important. shit about people he doesn't know, or people he has a faint recolection from. his team was about to pull through, but you had to call his name to make sure he was listening to some bullshit about whoever and whatever and he fucking died.

'jesus fucking ch- what?! you do this every fucking time, i asked if i could play, you said yes. i asked if you minded, you said no. yet, every time you sit here and try to have a fucking conversation with me.'

as if he didn't dig in far enough:

'you're fucking annoying.'

ouch. ouch, ouch, ouch.

'i'm sorry.'

ouch, 'you're fucking annoying.' ouch, ouch, ouch.

a heavy sigh, peter rubs his eyebrow. 'yeah, i'm sure you are.' you want to shink into nothing, he made you feel so small in three words.

'you're fucking annoying.' ouch, ouch, ouch.

'i am.' it's timid, peter sighs again, this time at himself. 'i know you are. i'm sorry, i shouldn't have yelled at you. i was doing good and got distracted, i'm sorry and it's just a game.'

peter was sorry he yelled, not sorry he called you fucking annoying. no, that part he meant. it was obvious. 'it's okay.' you feel robotic, but it was your fault he lost his game. you're the one that told him he could play.

peter looks at you, his face scrunched. 'it's okay? i raised my voice at you and it's okay?' you nod, 'yeah. i distracted you.'

sure, that's what he said, but it's not what he meant. 'hey, don't sweat it. if i was a better player that wouldn't have happened, if anything you might just make me better by talking my ear off.'

'you're fucking annoying.' it still stings. you plaster on a smile, it's missing from your eyes. 'yeah, maybe.' peter winks, he bought it. or he just doesn't want to deal with it, you're fucking annoying anyways.

'you can play another round, i won't bother you this time. i promise.' and you don’t. not a single word, you just endlessly scroll on your phone and let peter celebrate his team win.

a cluster of kisses. ‘i had total focus and i set a new record. be proud of me, please.’ you smile, it hurts to know that your silence made him win. that’s how fucking annoying you are.

‘super proud, handsome. feel free to keep playing.’

it doesn’t feel right to peter, normally you’d be begging for attention or coercing him into cuddles. instead, you’re shrugging him off.

‘are you-‘

‘yes. i’m sure.’ twitter and instagram are boring. but you don’t want to be fucking annoying.

peter gives another kiss. ‘you’re the best, trouble. don’t forget it.’

you’re the best… and you’re fucking annoying.

you won’t be anymore.

———

peter’s won every single match this week and it stopped feeling good. and as he’s aimlessly wondering, half hoping to be killed, he realizes he hasn’t heard you in a little bit.

‘hey, trouble. what’s up? talk to me.’ he misses the soft chatters and gentle pokes when he loses focus on you. he misses you bidding for his attention.

‘nothing.’ you glance up to the screen, ‘don’t get yourself killed.’ peter shrugs, he doesn’t care how this match ends. instead, he moves from his chair to the bed with you.

‘c’mon, talk to me. tell me about your day or um, what’s that girl? the one with choppy highlights?’ you flip a page in your book, ‘harmony.’

‘yeah, her. what’s new with harmony?’ he moves into your touch, you slowly nudge away. ‘nothing.’ a multitude of things, actually. harmony is someone who has the life only a writer could make up.

‘i find that hard to believe, you’re always talking about her.’

you’re bitter with your words, but how dare he make it seem like he cares. ‘i did, but not anymore since im fucking annoying.’

peter looks at you, you’re choosing to avoid eye contact even if he knows you’re re-reading the same paragraph over and over. ‘you’re not annoying. who told you that?’

oh, you stare at him. you burn the glare of a thousand suns into his eyes, a moment of rage when you picture his head exploding.

‘you did.’

peter throws his controller down, he’s shot instantly. there’s not even a peek at the screen. ‘i did?’ his mind is counting back, when and the most important, why would he say that?

‘you said and i quote, ‘you’re fucking annoying.’ so don’t sit here and pretend you want to hear my stories or whatever. you’re a fucking liar and you think i’m annoying.’

in the time it takes to blink, peter’s grabbing your book away and forcing you to look at him. ‘i didn’t mean it. you’re not annoying, not now, not ever.’

you push his hands away. ‘you do. you apologized for yelling at me but not for calling me annoying. you said it and you meant it.’

‘i’m a sore loser with a big mouth. i don’t think you’re annoying, i’ve never thought you were annoying, and i never will think you’re annoying.’

you don’t buy it. he sure seemed to enjoy your silence for the past week and you tell him that. ‘no i didn’t. you think because i don’t say something, i don’t know it’s happening. i knew you were more quiet and less touchy, but i figured you were really into your new book- not that i hurt your feelings.’

it’s nice to know your efforts weren’t for nothing, but you still feel a sting in your heart. ‘you said i always bother you, and that i do that every time you play.’

peter shakes his head, he’s doing everything in his power to make you toss this idea you think he has about you. ‘i worded it wrong, that’s on me.’

‘what i meant-‘ peter tugs on your knee, you can’t escape his eyes if you tried. ‘what i meant was that it feels like you want my attention most when i’m in the zone and super concentrated. i love that you want to talk to me or sit with me, i just want to win a game too, that’s all.’

you sniff, a threat of a cry if he tries something like this again. ‘so, you don’t hate me or find me fucking annoying?’ peter frowns, he hates that he caused a mental breakdown of sorts behind the scenes over something he didn’t even realize he said.

‘never ever. you’re my girl, trouble. i’m an idiot who doesn’t deserve your passive aggressiveness. next time i act like that, feel free to throw the controller at my head.’

it comes way too quick, you’ve been waiting for this. ‘deal.’

[saleeba]

payback ; jude bellingham

summary ♡ you're not happy with the little amount of attention your boyfriend is giving you so you decide to take matters into your own hands. jude shows you the consequences.

pairing ♡ jude bellingham x fem!reader 

content ♡ 18+, smut, bratty!reader, hard-dom!jude, blowjob, exhibitionism (???), some praise, light degradation (another rough bj sceneeeee i’m never beating the slag allegations 😓) 

a/n ♡ requested by this lovely anon ; i am SO glad i’ve finally got it out omg only took me 9 bloody months 😩😩 this is one of my lazier works only bc i needed to get smth out asapp before i start a new term at uni but i hope you all enjoy <33 (not proofread so pls forgive all the mistakes! 🫶🏽)

there’d been hubbub coming from jude’s office ever since you got home in haste with your work bag burdening your arms and a tingle between your legs, mind made up on getting jude into bed as quickly as you like and riding him beyond the sunrise. the noise had become increasingly common recently as you found him spending more and more of his free time in that same office, the calling of his name from your lips being replied to with rapid click-clacks of the game controller and bantering shouts down the headset instead of his signature yes, baby? nobody could blame you for being upset that he was essentially more interested in those damn games than he was in you, his girlfriend of multiple years. 

the throbbing between your legs is growing to be overbearing now, and you need your boyfriend badly — need his fingers to stop pressing those stupid buttons and press against the puffiness of your clit instead. desperation pulls you towards the office’s half-open door and then inside, where jude is sitting, his eyes laser-focused on the blaring screens before shouting a displeased fuck off! to no one in particular as the monitor displays a message of GAME OVER, headset thrown down to the desk in exasperated resignation.

“juuuude,” you step into the role of needy girlfriend as fast as he dons the headset again. “are you finished now?” you’re hoping he turns around to see your oscar-worthy performance of painting on a pout and bambi eyes but his eyes are still drawn into the graphics of guns and warzones in front of him and he doesn’t even spare a glance your way.

“juuuuude!”

“one minute, babe, just need to get this high score then i’m done.” he’s still not looking at you and you can tell you guys are barely in the same reality, his every sense preoccupied with this stupid game. there’s no way he’s going to be getting that done in one minute nor is he ending it there — you’d be lucky to see him exit the room after three hours, probably having played through 5 more rounds and hopped onto another game. he was being so annoying and unfortunately, it was doing nothing to douse the flames in your core. 

and so you decide to kick your plans up a notch. if he won’t listen to you, fine. but he would never ignore the feeling of your skin on his, would he?   

jude’s busy chatting about tactics and skins and what-not with the friends he’s playing with and you occupy yourself by letting your hands run over his ears from behind — removing those pesky headphones — then his shoulders then down to the toned expanse of his jumper-clad chest, keeping your touch tender and unassuming to start with, lips finding their way to the shell of his ear — right before they leave a teasing kiss that barely ghosts over his skin.

“i need you, jude,” you whine, an inspired streak of the ‘damsel in distress’ in your performance now. “please, baby.” your hands are running down more shamelessly, fiddling with the zip of his trousers whilst his fingers falter at the controls. 

“y/n…” he tentatively warns and the way he says your name tells you that messing with him right now will have dire consequences. whatever gets me cumming tonight, you think to yourself; the urgent necessity to have him between your legs is far more dire. jude dares to simply slip his headset back on and focus on the game in hand. 

stepping up your own game and feeling that little bit more daring, you push his gaming chair back, letting the wheels do their job as you tuck yourself in under the desk, a look of disapproval on jude’s face for you as the muffled sounds of voices come from under his ears give the glint of a cruel idea forming in your eyes.

“and what do you think you’re doing?!” jude hisses out as your fingers find a route back to that zip on his trousers, pulling it down and taking his cock out of his boxers faster than he can say anything else. 

“stop me if you want.” you smile cheekily, eyes still doe-ish and feigning concern, before tapping the dark tip of his dick on the slickness of your tongue, savouring the almost-instant way he hardens in your hands. the grip he has on the controller seems harder, veins nearly ready to burst when you dip his head into the gaping of your mouth. 

you take the absence of him arguing against this as an incentive to carry on, to wrap your lips further down his length and really drive the message home with a tightening of your cheeks once the tip reaches the access to your throat. 

“fuck, baby…” jude tries his hardest to let only whispers escape his lips but he forgets the fortune he spent on getting this high-quality, high-sensitivity headset as he’s met with worried questions from his mates, all asking if he’s okay and about what’s going on. his spluttering reply of “u-uh, oh, nothing, i’m fine” has you catching on to the fact if you were really feeling brave, his friends would be able to hear every sound that the both of you make. 

you distract him with the tiniest of kitten licks on his tip, small enough to keep him focused on his game but rapid and desperate enough for you to not hand over victory before your gameplan is finalised with its last stage…

you’d normally struggle to take him in all at once, his girth being almost always too much to handle, but there’s a fire lit inside you tonight and you feel like you could take on anything to cool yourself down, including having a go at deepthroating jude in one go — all of the sake of fucking with him in the presence of his friends. 

it’s difficult, you’re not surprised because you don’t think you’ll ever get used to his size, but you do make it in one sweep of your mouth, the muscles of your throat immediately constricting around the intrusion of his thickness, and jude nearly jumps out of his seat. the loudest groan you’ve ever heard him make escapes his lungs and he lets his fingers slip off the controller before that menacing GAME OVER lettering covers the screen. you can hear the jeering and taunting from his mates as he hastily takes off his headphones, the microphone attachment laying just centimetres above where you’re smirking up at your boyfriend, chest heaving and mouth gracelessly wet from the amount of spit it had to create to be able to form its attack on jude.

inquiries are coming from the headphones over jude and his whereabouts, the occasional “jude, you alright, bro?” filling the stand-off-ish atmosphere you’ve found yourself in as the man in question looms over you, now stood up before his hands clasp onto your head.

oh, you’re in for it now. 

“open. now.” he orders, not waiting for an answer as his tip slides past your lips the millisecond they part and you feel yourself instantly choking around his shaft when he pushes it all the damn way to the column of your throat. “this is what you wanted, right?” you hawk and splutter over the concrete-harshness of his cock as he begins his counterattack on you.

the twisted part is that you want to say yes, you have been wanting this. you’ve been thinking about the heftiness of his dick inside you — any which way, in any hole — since the morning, on your way to work, throughout work, on the way back. this is secretly your self-gifted reward for being so patient. 

“had to act up like a needy slut, didn’t ya? couldn’t even wait, could ya? always so fucking greedy, baby.” you’re whining your fake protests around the spearing movement of his cock, nails scratching at his thighs in an attempt to find some grounding, some sense of reality around you, trying so hard to not cum from the pussy-drenching harshness of jude’s words. 

“you wanted my mates to hear everything, didn’t you, sweetheart?” you weren’t exactly being quiet then so neither is he now; you wouldn't be shocked if his friends couldn’t look you both in the eyes next time you meet. “wanted them to hear how good you suck me off, how good you take me — wanna get them all jealous, huh?” 

you’re teary-eyed now, nose doing all the work in keeping oxygen flowing around your body, for you would’ve passed out from the constant ramming of thick, heavy cock inside your mouth and that combined with the white-hot words from jude’s lips? you fear it’s too much, legs spreading in their kneeled form, fingers reaching to soothe the pulsing of your clit. 

“don’t you fucking dare.” jude shuts that idea down quicker than it can come to life. “you don’t get to be a greedy girl and still have it your way, angel.” 

you don’t want to deal with the fact that you may be out of your depth right now, having unlocked a little bit of a darker side to jude. is it bad that you want it to invite it in and have it show itself to you in its full glory? 

jude slips himself out of the warmth of your spent mouth, your jaw doing its best to relax itself before he pats your cheek quite heavy-handedly. 

“c’mon, baby, remind me again of how you can be a good girl and maybe you can have it your way.”

[ashyblondwaves]

Prompt time

The morning after the "you love me real or not real" Haymitch starts to make jokes at Peeta and Katniss about the noise or that they have a glow. But then he starts to see the happiness between the two look exactly like him and Lenore Dove

PS. Do these prompts have to be a certain rating or can they go the explicit?

Hello and thank you for this lovely little prompt! Prompts can be any rating at all, I absolutely love writing explicit stuff :)

Nothing to Survive

I’m halfway up the steps to Katniss and Peeta’s, already thinking about the bitter taste of a cup of hot coffee, when I find the damn door’s locked. That’s new, and mildly inconvenient, since I wasn’t planning on knocking like a civilized person or anything. Peeta’s usually up before the sun, and he always has the door unlocked for me since the three of us started having breakfast together a few months ago. 

I’m just raising my fist to knock when the door abruptly clicks and swings open, revealing a disheveled but smiling Peeta. 

“Haymitch,” he says, stepping aside and allowing me to walk in. “Sorry about that, got a late start. Katniss will be down in just a minute.” 

It’s curious for me to rise before them, but I just shrug and throw myself in my usual chair at the table while Peeta goes to the refrigerator to retrieve whatever he’ll be making. 

Katniss emerges a minute later, moving faster than she needs to, her hair half plaited, and a shirt that’s definitely not her own billowing around her midsection. She wordlessly starts the coffee before sidestepping over to where Peeta is whisking eggs in a bowl. 

“Need any help?” she asks Peeta. 

“I got it, is the coffee on?” he replies. 

“Just started it,” Katniss confirms. 

It’s the way that she rubs his arm and fixes his hair that sets off my alarms. Katniss is about as affectionate as a houseplant, and Peeta is as consistent as the seasons changing every year. Things are starting to add up and if I think what happened did happen, I say it’s about damn time. I smirk to myself as Katniss sits herself down across from me. 

“Oversleep?” I ask conspiratorially. 

Katniss raises her gaze to me and scowls. She knows I know, and it just spurs me to continue. 

“What’d you two do last night?” I continue. Not an unusual question from me, we check in on each other, make sure the other hasn’t finally snapped. We frequently talk about how our days or nights were. I eye Katniss’ shirt. “I trust it wasn’t laundry.” 

“Haymitch,” Katniss growls. “Don’t.”

“What?” I ask, raising my hands in mock surrender. “I’m just checking on you two.” 

Peeta turns around and catches my eye. I see the smirk on his lips, and it’s all the confirmation that I need. 

“Well, it’s about damn time,” I finally say, and Katniss slams her hand on the table. 

“Haymitch!” She grits out. “I said don’t. Can’t you just listen for once?”

“I could,” I tease, taking a steaming mug of coffee from Peeta when he hands it over. “But that wouldn’t be like me, would it?”

“Alright,” Peeta interrupts. “Food is ready.” 

We serve ourselves in silence. Scrambled eggs, bacon, and fluffy pancakes are piled on my plate and I dig in, stuffing my face with Peeta’s flawless cooking, stealing glances at Katniss and Peeta as they chat with each other about how they’re going to spend their day. 

“Thought we could walk down to the lake later if it’s not raining,” Peeta says in a hushed tone. He’s speaking to Katniss only and their conversation is not meant for my ears, but I listen anyway. How can I not?

“Can we bring the hammock?” Katniss asks, taking a bite of her bacon. 

“You planning to nap through the whole afternoon?” Peeta asks with a grin. 

“Only if you’re there, too,” Katniss replies in a tone that I’ve never, ever heard from her before. 

They share a glance, and it immediately takes me back to days in the meadow with Lenore Dove. The lazy bliss, the banter… the love. I know she would have adored these two just the way I do, even if I don’t tell them enough, if ever. They know of Lenore Dove now, since I told them all about her while they worked on their memory book and now that they know, I feel like it’s ok to say something. 

“You two deserve this, you know,” I tell them, cutting into their domestic bliss. “After what you went through, what you’re still going through. To still have each other… that’s something special.”  

I see Katniss soften a bit, and I know that she’s thinking of my Covey girl and all I told them about her. Peeta smiles, and I know he’s thinking of her too. 

“She’ll never be forgotten, Haymitch,” he tells me. “Not only is she in our book, she’s in your heart. Keep her there.” 

I nod, not sure of what to say, not used to this sort of conversation between the three of us. 

“I will,” I croak out, and I don’t say anything else, because for once, they look like kids with nothing to survive, and hell, I’m not about to ruin that.

[tunal0verr]

Recorded memories

Toge Inumaki x reader

Content: Wee bit of angst(mb chat) takes place after the shibuya incident so spoilers!! does use she/her pronouns mb chat人(_ _*) use of y/n

Summary: A glimpse into a few memory's with a certain curse speech caught on a gifted camera

A/N:not checked and i didnt clam to be a author team but inumaki nation was lowkey dry recently and if u cant find the art U GOTTAAA MAKE IT YOURSELF ＼（゜э゜）／

December 25th, 2017

“How do I know if it's on?” the voice was quiet as the focus of the video pointed down revealing shredded wrapping paper and an open box.

“Salmon” The camera shook before it pointed up at Y/N

“OH! It's on” She smiled at the boy behind the camera

 “Heyyy vlog it's your favorite y/nn” She took the camera from his hands and lifted it showing the mess of Christmas wrapping

“My super BFF Toge Inumaki got me this camera everybody say thank you Toge” She wiggled the camera up close to his face as he scrunched his nose.

March 13th, 2018

“Welcome back vlog” she whispered to the camera lens before moving the camera back swiftly 

“I am here with my co-host Inumaki and we are on the train going on a mission,” she said moving around in her seat to lay over into his lap blocking whatever game he was playing pointing the camera up at him at a very unflattering angle as he looked down

“Bonito flakes” he sighed as he looked down at her

“That's what I'm saying” she agreed laughing turning the camera to face herself before it fell cutting the recording short

October 31st, 2018

The camera was getting rustled around before it settled on her desk

“Um… do my makeup with me as my best friend is on a life-threatening mission while I have to stay back at the school” She gave the camera a small weak smile

“It's not like he's alone like our other friends are there but” she paused as she sighed

“He isn't  answering his text and I'm worried more because it's just different cause it Inumaki-not saying I don't care about our friends I love them to bits just” Her brows knotted as she looked down through the bag on her lap rambling 

“It's just different between me and Toge it's more comfortable- whatever this is stupid” She snatched the camera rolling her eyes before it turned off

December 31st, 2017

“It's almost midnight vlog” she giggled on the bed moving the camera to sit on pillows

“Are we gonna kiss tonight?” she joked nudging Toge with a smile as a blush crept up to decorate the tips of his ears

“Salmon roe” Toge shoved her back rolling his eyes before typing on his phone to show her

“Why would I kiss you you smell horrible” she fakes reading out with a gasp from his phone as he sat up shaking his head making an X with his arms

She looked up at the camera “he hates me guys my own best friend” she sighed looking down dramatically 

“Tuna mayo!” he groaned pouting at her pushing her shoulder again causing her to laugh and grab the camera 

 “stay tuned to find out if we actually kiss” she stuck her tounge out as she started to move the camera closer to Toge’s fake before he opened his mouth the camera cut 

April 10th, 2018

“And here we have a wild Toge Inumaki resting in the wild” The camera zoomed in on his sleeping face

 “Magnificent creature one of a kind,” she said mocking a fake Australian accent

 “Now we must be careful not to disturb the beast” She leaned the camera closer to his face before his eye peeked open and she gasped

“You're not even sleeping you're a faker!” she laughed as he smiled as it look like he charged at the camera before the recording abruptly ended

August 21st, 2018

The screen is covered with a sliver of the room being shown as a frustrated groan is heard at a distance 

“Like did you ever consider how I would feel? I get you and Yuuta are close and stuff but it doesn't mean ditch me to go and make the same plans with Yuuta” Y/n voice strained as she reprimanded him

“Fish flakes!” Toge’s voice sounded desperate 

“Put the phone down can you do that for once? Just listen to me! For someone who can't speak right you sure are a bad listener,” y/n yelled harshly “Wait no comeback” 

Toge pauses for a second before even considering what y/n just said to him her. Once he does he just stares at her with only a look that can be described as heartbreak before turning and walking out with a harsh slam of the door followed by y/n groans before everything where the camera sat was pushed causing the recording to stop.

Present

She paused and grimaced after watching the last video 

“I should probably delete that right?” she turned to him as there was still no reply from his part

“I didn't mean it you know” her words getting caught in her throat as her voice trembled “You don't have to fake no more Toge get up” She went to go grab his hand but she was only met with the empty bed space that was once occupied by his hand 

“Please wake up we can't just end as best friends I don't want to end just as best friends” She began to sob as she laid on top of his lap as his body rested in the infirmary bed her tears made the room go blurry as they clouded her vision as she poured her heart out in his lap. She moved her arms to wrap around her head blocking out the world. Blocking out the small smile that danced across Toge’s lips

He never was a good fake sleeper

A/N: if this is ass its not fault guys its 3am and a hoe is tired fr

[moonbyulsstuff]

helloo, if your request I open, can I request DG x male reader where the reader is a famous car racer. they had a backstreet relationship and almost got caught when they're a bit too close on one of their event

Secret Relationship

Male Reader.

Requested.

Masterlist.

Request Rules.

VVRROOM!! The crowd watches in amazement as the race went on, [Name] smiling happily under his helmet as he did what he always did that had the fan riling up in excitement.

[Name] [L.Name] was a man who dominated the field of car racing ever since he made his debut 3 years ago, and he captured the heart of the Korean people. Not only with his dashing looks but also sweet personality that was like one of a golden retriever.

Everyone was basically smitten with the man, and he grew to have a tremendous following.

And of course one of them was a certain bubblegum pink haired idol, and he was sitting in, blending within the crowd while he watches the race with a small smile on his face.

His iconic pink hair hidden by the hat and his mask covering his face, his eyes followed the screen with a proud feeling in his chest before the race ended.

It ended with [Name] winning the race as the fans reacting accordingly and sprang up while shouting in joy that their favorite racer had won the race, Diego quietly got up from his seat and immediately went to [Name] private dressing room.

He already had a bouquet of [Name] favorite flowers and his favorite candies/chocolate, Diego took off his cap and mask, revealing his iconic pink hair.

Diego sat down on the chair as he waited, his fingers tapping against the arm chair before he heard the door opening. He turned around and saw [Name] who's face immediately lit up when he saw Diego, he closed and locked the door behind him and ran up to Diego.

He wrapped his arms around Diego and pulled him to a hug, Diego let out a small yelp when [Name] pulled him by full force. He chuckled and hugged back.

"Congratulations on winning first place [Name]." Diego said as [Name] looked up at him with a huge grin on his face. "I did good right? You saw the way I left my opponents to dust, right?" He excitedly asked which made the idol smile and nodded.

"You did.. you did..."

He ruffled [Name] hair and placed a kiss on his forehead, the H/C had a huge grin on his face when Diego kissed his forehead. "I did good... I did good..." [Name] said, snuggling his face against Diego neck.

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The two were now at a event, after they celebrated [Name] big win for winning the race, they attended the event they were invited to.

People gathered around [Name] as they congratulated him for the win, while Diego stood near by [Name] who happily thanked the others.

The two were by each other side throughout the event but no one thought anything about it since it was pretty well known they were close friends, and Diego doesn't interact with other people that well unlike when he's with [Name].

And now they are at the balcony, getting some fresh after interacting with nearly half of the guests. Diego swirled his drink while [Name] leaned against the railings as he chatted Diego's ear off.

Diego leaned close to him as he listened to [Name] story, he liked to listen to [Name] voice. He didn't mind whenever [Name] chatted his ear off. Diego knows how talkative [Name] can get and he just loves it.

[Name] looked at Diego and held his free hand, playing and fiddling with his fingers while he continued to tell Diego the story.

The idol chuckled and let [Name] do whatever, knowing how clingy he can get especially when he can't touch Diego so freely in public. And while [Name] continued to tell the story, a group of people came to the balcony and saw the two.

[Name], who was facing the doorway, immediately let go of Diego hand before the group could fully see it. Diego who looked at [Name] in confusion, wondering on why male let go of his hand.

He turned around and saw the group and understand. They smiled at the group who greeted them.

"Oh, Diego, [Name]! Didn't expect to see you two here." "What are you two doing here?" [Name] smiled and chuckled. "Well, we're just out here getting some fresh air." [Name] said as he felt disappointed that the group interrupted them, he just wanted it to be the two of them for the night but of course, since this was a party.

Everyone was bound to be in the same room as them or the same space.

He gave Diego sneaking glances who got the signal, Diego smiled at the group. "Well, we have to get going now. It was nice meeting with you guys." Diego said as they bid goodbye and walked out of the event.

They entered Diego car and [Name] let out a sigh of relief, he looked at Diego and kissed him in the lips. The pink bubblegum haired chuckle and kissed him back, they continued their makeup session for awhile before [Name] pulled away.

"I've been wanting to do that since earlier at the party..." [Name] mumbled which made Diego chuckled, he cupped [Name] face.

"Guess, you got what you wanted.."

[citruswriter]

I FUCKING LOVE THE ANIMALISTIC READER SHIT ANSUSIJASH

Them Finding Out You Have a Partner

Listen with me! ♫♪.ılılıll|̲̅̅●̲̅̅|̲̅̅=̲̅̅|̲̅̅●̲̅̅|llılılı.♫♪

A/N: I'M SORRY HAPPY YOU LOVE MY CRINGY BF SCENARIOS! NAJDKDKDJSJDJ! Get ready for angst ya'll. Reader is in a relationship but it's kind of rocky. Bc obviously we're not gonna stay.

Previous Part

"I don't want you hanging out with them anymore!" Your partner shouted at you. The two of you had been arguing for the past twenty minutes. Why? Well your partner found out about your group chat with the turtles, April, and some others. It wasn't exactly a secret, you never hid the group chat. You saw no need. But apparently your partner had a problem with you texting a bunch of mutant turtles. "But why?!" You yelled back, animal appendages displaying your anger. Your partner growled and stepped forward, causing you to step back. "I don't want you talking to those freaks!" Your partner spat out and your eyes widened. "Excuse the fuck outta me? What's next? You gonna call me a freak too?" You growled back and your partner huffed. "You know damn well that it's not the same damn thing. You're still mostly human. They're not." Your partner said, trying to reason with you. You let out a bitter laugh and scoffed. "Whatever. I love you but I'm headed out. I can't hear another word of this bullshit". You spat out, storming out of the apartment and going out onto the streets of New York. You knew that your partner would attempt to follow you home, so you took a different path and instead headed for the lair. Fuck this shit man.

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Leonardo x Reader 🧡

Warnings: Reader is a wolf neko, Reader has golden eyes, Reader has a boyfriend.

Leo had never seen you so pissed. You walked in with a silence he had never seen from you, ears pinned and tail bristling. A growl was resounding from your throat, a primal noise he had never heard from you before. He'd be lying if he said that he wasn't a little bit intimidated. Mikey sprang up to hug you, obviously not picking up on your mood. "Touch me, Michaelangelo, and I swear it will be the last thing you do," you spat out, golden eyes moving to give him the deadliest death glare the poor turtle had ever seen. Immediately he put his hands up in surrender. "Woah! What's up with you? You good?" He asked gently. "Got into a fight with my boyfriend," you said bluntly. Leo struggled to keep his exterior neutral and calm when he heard that word. Boyfriend. Of course you were taken. "(Y/N)," Leo called out to you and your head snapped his direction, glaring up at him as if to silently tell him to not waste your time. "Come mediate with me. It'll help calm your nerves". He didn't expect you to follow him, really he didn't, but he was grateful to see you behind him when he finally reached the meditation room.

He sat down and you followed suit, sitting beside him. "So boyfriend huh?" He started gently, trying to sound as casual as possible. "What's it to you?" You snapped, glaring at him only to soften when he gave a 'don't test me' look. Sighing you rubbed your face and looked up at him. "Yeah. Boyfriend. We've been going steady for about a year now. But recently things have been rocky." You murmured and Leo nodded empathetically. "What did he say that got you so worked up?" He asked. You chewed your bottom lip, fangs slightly slipping out. "He said he no longer wanted me to hang out with you guys. Said you guys were freaks." You confessed. Leo swallowed thickly. He was used to being called a freak. This wasn't new to him. But the idea of you cutting him off because of some bigot made him nervous. "Are you going to do it?" He asked, voice slightly shaky. Your ears pricked up as you looked at him, "Absolutely not! If he thinks I'm going to stop hanging around here, he's dead wrong." Leo only hummed in response. You slouched your shoulders, giving an exhausted sigh.

"I don't know Leo. These past few months, it seems like we've been fighting every single week, if not multiple times a week. He keeps asking me to cut off certain friends for one reason or another. Hell he even asked me to block my dad". Leo wanted to hold you as he saw you anxiously run your fingers through your hair, gripping it in a stressed manner. Instead he opted to gently pull your hands from your scalp, holding them and looking at you, "Forgive me if I'm overstepping but that sounds incredibly toxic." He said softly. You hung your head, ears pinned back in sadness. "I know. It's just... so hard to let go sometimes." You muttered. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes and Leo felt his heart squeeze. He pulled you closer, hugging you. You melted almost instantly, hugging him back. "Thank you..." You whispered. Leo rubbed circles onto your back, butterflies flitting around in his stomach. "Anything for you, blossom".

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Raphael x Reader 🧡

Warnings: Reader is a cat neko, Reader has a girlfriend.

"Raphael!" You shouted as soon as you walked in and this man almost thought about running and hiding from you from how pissed you sounded. You beelined it to the gym room and glared at him. "Yes?" Was all he said as he took in your body language. Pupils turned to slits, ears pinned, claws unsheathed, tail lashing. "I'm absolutely enraged right now. So give me something to hit or lift or something before I punch a wall and inevitably break a few bones," you seethed. "Hear you loud and clear kitten," was all he replied with and boy did he put you to work. Two hours later and you were sweaty and laying on the floor, chugging water as fast as you could. You were still mad but at least you were calmer.

"What got you so worked up? Swear you were boutta kill me". He asked gently, drinking his own water. You sighed softly and looked at him, "Got into a fight with my girlfriend". You explained and Raph almost choked on his water. Girlfriend? Course a pretty thing like you was taken. He felt his heart break but you kept talking. "I mean seriously. I've dated all kinds of people of all genders but she's just a work of fucking art." You spat out, standing up on your wobbly legs to pace. "She saw the group chat and just demanded that I stop hanging out with you guys because, and I quote, 'because they're freaks'. Which is utter bullshit. If anybody's the fucking freak it's her!" You shouted. "So then I asked her if you guys are freaks then what am I? And she said it wasn't the same because I'm still mostly human". You stopped pacing, angry tears streaming down your face and your tail bristled with utter rage. "I don't want to be her stupid fucking exception". You chocked out, hands beginning to shake from the pure unfiltered rage you were filling. Raph knew he needed to calm you down and soon.

"Wanna know my opinion?" He asked and you angled one of your ears his way, silently telling him you were listening. "I think this little girlfriend of yours sounds like shit. If I were you, I'd dump her". You relaxed a little, tail fur now smoothed out and your fists were no longer clenched. You made your way over to the giant turtle and pushed him to sit down before crawling up into his lap. Raph didn't know what to do, not expecting you to pull such a move. "Maybe you're right, Raph..." You murmured, nuzzling into him softly. All the anger must have utterly exhausted you because you could barely move. Raph decided to softly pet you. Soon you were purring against him, halfway dozing off. He couldn't help but stare down at you with adoration. You had come to him so willingly. It was nice to know you found solace in him.

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Donatello x Reader 🧡

Warnings: Read is a moth mutant, Reader has a girlfriend.

You were utterly enraged. Storming into the lair. From the other room, Donnie picked up on your scent. Excitedly, he made his way out to go find you but he was a little too late. Mikey had just begun to ask you what was wrong when you let out a frustrated yell, spun around, and smashed your fist into the wall. "(Y/N)!" Was all Donnie let out. You reared your fist back for another go but luckily the tall turtle stopped you, grabbing your wrist and noticing how you were shaking with pure rage fueled adrenaline. "Come with me," was all he said before dragging you along with him. He picked you up before setting you down on a table in his lab. He got out some medical items to now deal with your busted up knuckles. "Mind telling me what the hell that was out there?" He asked, trying to keep his tone calm. "Got in a fight," you simply said. "With who?" Donnie asks, cleaning your bloody knuckles. "My girlfriend." Donnie's heart jumped into his throat at those words, pausing his actions momentarily before continuing.

"She called you guys freaks..." You muttered and Donnie looked up at you, eyes so soft and caring that your heart couldn't help but melt. You sighed and hung your head. Donnie bandaged up your hand before leaning in to kiss your head. You gave a moth squeak and looked up at him, lip trembling. "I don't like that she called you guys freaks. It hurt my heart. I care about you guys so much, Dee. So much about you." The last sentence came out as a whisper as tears began to roll down your cheeks but he heard you. "Although I appreciate you getting angry on our behalf, please don't punch the wall again." He said gently and you nodded, sniffling softly. "Do you guys fight often?" He asked, prodding softly and you nodded. "Y-Yeah. We do. We didn't at first but it seems like all we do know is either sleep together or fight." You said and Donnie pressed his lips together, noticing how stressed you look.

"That doesn't sound very healthy, (Y/N). Being in a relationship like that could really damage you". He said and more tears spilled over onto your cheeks. He fought the urge to cradle your face. To wipe your tears away and kiss you. To tell you that he had you, that nobody could hurt you now. "Donnie?" Your voice shook him out of his thoughts. He blinked and looked up at you. "Yes dove?" He replied without thinking and he noticed your wings flutter at the nickname. "Thank you for cleaning me up. I appreciate it". You said bashfully. "Of course, (Y/N). Happy to help".

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Michaelangelo x Reader 🧡

Warnings: Reader has white feathered wings, Reader has long elf-like ears, Reader has a boyfriend.

Wings fluffed up in a defensive measure, you briskly walked into the lair, making your way straight to Mikey. "Hey angelcakes!" He called out, not picking up on your mood. "Do me a favor and shut the fuck up," you spat before taking his controller and tossing it aside. He just blinked in surprise as you shoved him arms apart and crawled into his lap, curling into him. Under normal circumstances, he might have pulled away to ask you what was wrong or ask you to please not just snatch his controller away. But as he heard you silently sob into his plastron, all other worries melted away as he wrapped his arms around you and rubbed your back. "(Y/N)? You ok?" He questioned softly and you lifted your head to finally look at him. "No. I got into a fight with my boyfriend." You muttered. Mikey swallowed thickly and he swore his chest felt tight at the word 'boyfriend'. "He just makes me so mad, Mikey. H-He called you freaks a-and I just- I just walked out. I care about him but all we do is fight these days and I hate it." You sobbed out. Mikey took to mindlessly rubbing circles on your left hip. "Well you know what they say," he said with a shrug of his shoulders and you looked at him with confusion.

"If your dog starts barking at you, someone else is feeding it better." You tilted your head, looking up at the ceiling in thought. "Now that you mention it. He has been sneaking around a lot..." You muttered before looking back down into his eyes. "Do you really think he could be... doing something?" You questioned, voice trembling. Mikey shrugged. "I don't know, babes." He replied softly. "Just know that whatever happens, I'm here for you. Ok?" You nodded, smiling softly. "You're too sweet to me, Mikey". You cooed and Mikey swore he felt his heart skip a beat at your tone. "Only because you're sweet, sugartits". He quipped back. You rolled your eyes. "Aaaaaaand there it is," you said with a giggle, rolling off of him and getting comfy on the couch beside him.

He wanted to pick you back up. Settle you back down on his lap, keep you curled up and safe against his chest. Keep you close to him. "Sorry for yanking your controller away, by the way," you said, glancing at Mikey's dead character on the screen with drooped ears. "It's ok baby," he reassured. You enveloped yourself in your wings, but only to hide your flustered face from him calling you baby. He's so cute...

Reader falling in love next? Maybe, maybe. Hope ya'll enjoyed this one. 💋

[storkmuffin]

The Mastication Torture Wooyoung Live

Masterclass in Korean Language Nuance,

Masculinity Edition

Liveblogging this Wooyoung Pop because I saw many iterations of the 2 sentence moment where he said he would not be doing that singer's dance challenge, edited with lighting and scary sound effects and spliced with dancing footage providing explanation and so forth. It had the Man About to Break a Bottle To Use As Weapon tone as when he was telling off that stalker that somehow had his actual phone number, so I decided to investigate, and what I got instead was something quite different.

Here goes!

We open with barefaced Wooyoung looking very angular and cute in a black hoodie. I love how he's growing into the bones of his face. He smiles and waves. Ahh the smile. He says he just got to Tokyo, has eaten and washed. It comes out like a recitation of facts.

Having watched a significant number of these now I am aware that the adoring fans really don't always have something meaningful to say, but want to talk, so end up asking Did You Eat, What Did You Eat, Did You Wash, which then the Idol (rather desperately?) ends up trying to circumvent by submitting this almost militaristic situation report on his hygiene and nutrition so he doesn't have to answer the same mind numbing questions every time he does a live broadcast.

He gets up immediately, saying, Wait, but so the Atiny aren't bored, he makes musical mouth noises as he wanders around doing whatever it is, invisible. He returns with a favorite Japanese snack. He angrily rips open the cover. Playing at being 정우역정 which is the fun punny name the 영부인 (Korean Wommys) have given him. (역정 내다 is to have an angry outburst, so they wove that into his name 정우영 by changing the last 영 into 역 to complete the pun. 영부인 are so so clever. I stan the 영부인 collective.) He says he's going to talk a bit while he eats the pudding, and then he'll go to sleep.

Pudding and castella. Ooh, all the Japanese goodies. Yummm. He visibly cheers up with the sugar intake. Someone suggests he needs milk, which he doesn't have, so he says yogurt is made of milk and it's all the same when it's mixed up in his stomach.

Wooyoung is a noisy eater. chomp chomp chomp. He says he doesn't like sweets, particularly chocolate, but he likes this sort of thing - pudding and castella. Immediately with the provocation, his fans ask if he's spilled droplets of pudding, which he denies. He asks about baseball results, which he couldn't watch because of the Fan Meeting in Japan.

He says he watched content on Insta that identified the winning baseball team per the debut year of various idol groups. He mentions Itzy and Riize and I'm so proud to know some of these names because this time last year I would've had no idea. So for his team, whatever it is, Hanhwa maybe? The chat guesses the band was 서태지와 아이들. That's a really ANCIENT band omg lol. That's pre-kpop Korean popular music.

So Wooyoung goes, That's accurate, but actually you're trying to insult me in a roundabout way (돌려까는 거 같은데...)(basically by pointing out that his team hasn't won the... whatever in decades). I'm very sorry for this mumbling about sports- I know nothing about sports on purpose. A young person on the chat goes, Who the heck are 서태지와 아이들? and he goes DON'T SAY THAT, IT IS THEM! And he interrogates the person who 'guessed' - You knew the answer didn't you! The last time his team won the whatever was in 1991 (!!!).

FYI, YG of the company YG founder, that YG, he was a member of the 아이들 of 서태지와 아이들. That's how long ago this band was active.

He keeps eating, and I'm listening to this on earbuds and it's really really grating. I must truly love Wooyoung because he is masticating right into my ears, loudly, on purpose and I'm letting it happen without reaching through the phone and through space time to smack him. I despise and I'm hypersensitive to the sounds of chewing and yet here he is doing it extra loud on purpose (Nyamm chomp chomp) and I'm still fond.

So there is chat about baseball as he munches his castella. He gets to the last bite and hollers something in Japanese. He references some sort of meme involving a toddler trying to give a massage to an adult, double fisted, while asking if it feels good. He really likes babies. That viral content of him being an adoring (and quite competent!) caretaker of little girls must be actually real. He loves babies.

He does an impression of this child a couple times as the chat tries to figure out which variety or reality show this meme and the baby are from. Woo doesn't much care which show, he only cares that it's cute.

He just keeps doing impressions of this toddler. Is there a part of his fandom that notices how Adoring Father Coded Wooyoung Jung is?

And now he's sucking the sugar off his thumb because he has no napkins or wipes. Smack smack. This is torture.

He goes off camera.

When he gets back, someone who is my orientation asks him if he went to wash his hands, apparently, because he smiles and says he didn't, and instead brought back a new snack. This is the 단짠 snacking method - follow up a sweet flavor with a savory /salty one. He asks what people what they think of an Idol who shows himself gnawing on squid legs. He's a 7th Year Idol, soon to be 8th! He can do it now because of this seniority, right? Right?

Sidebar: There are 'seemly' foods and 'unseemly' foods, which exists in any culture, so I wanted to make it clear aobut what he's eating in this video: Squid/ octopus legs are an unseemly food. You would only have these in a situation where you both somewhat intimate with the people (so, more personal friends, not so much coworkers) and in environments where you can let it all hang out (your own living room, maybe a dive bar, definitely not the office or classroom or a nice cafe or restaurant).

Wommys, because they are how they are, suggest that he eat it with beer, which he flatly refuses. "I'll get in trouble if I drink beer on a live," he says, not making eye contact.

The Handwash Atiny, my sister in manners, apparently keeps asking him about the sugar-covered fingers he must have from eating the castella . He says, "I don't wash my hands when they get sticky. I go in search for something with a different kind of stickiness." And then laughs like he obnoxious younger brother he is.

Oh now he's gnawing in earnest. gnaw gnaw gnaw

Atiny ask him about what he's wearing, and he says the pants he has on are not the same as the Fan Sign meeting, but the pants at the airport were. They ask about his hair. He says the hair looks brown because the hair dye has faded. Chew chew chew. He says he's taken off his make up. He keeps gnawing the legs, and then repeats the imitation of the baby giving an adult a back massage. Someone wanted an encore, he says. He explains "Igloo" was not rehearsed - he 'got' the choreo and put it up right away. Gnaw gnaw chew chew. He says there's going to be a concert tomorrow.

Then at 14:09 comes the now (in?)famous moment:

아 라이크 제니는 하지 않습니다. 당신은 에이티니가 아니신가요.

Death glare.

Clear and well researched explications for why he said this and what he meant are available from more knowledgeable people elsewhere.

I was very interested in how he said a very polite seeming sentence in transcript (않습니다, 아니신가요) in an effectively threatening way. Pronunciation on the 아니신가요 was off, just a touch, just a little bit stanky, to sound more like 아이싱가여? accompanied by very belligerent jaw motions. But the transcript is immaculate. All he said was he is not going to do that dance, and he wanted to know if the asker was not actually an Atiny. Nicely done. I LOVE him.

The reason he answered with such chilling finality is demonstrated later on in this same chat (not what he said, but the finality of it) - There's someone who plasters the chat with her one (unrelated) question later. This goes to show that the Lives and Fromm and various fan communications he has to do can mean that he will get potentially thousands of people at a time asking him the exact same question literally tens of thousands of times.

This way, he made it clear This is Not the Place, I Am Not The One and he also made the consequences clear: Wooyoung Will Not Consider You A Fan If You Bring This Up Ever Again. Moreover, he is in a way protecting his teammates from having to deal with being asked about doing the Like Jennie dance.

Mingi, who is also no slouch in the Let You Have It department, which is one of the things I like about him, has also said, flatly, "The issue of plagiarism, the word plagiarism, is a very sensitive one for Ateez" in response to someone using the word as a joke.

He's also imposing a Korean adult social norm, and specifically a Korean male social norm, on what I assume is his mostly international, mostly very young, mostly female audience. Korea is a high-context society, and Korean is a high context language. Lots of things are up to you to know already. If you're not sure what the context is, if you don't know what's going on, you need to approach with great caution. Tread carefully, or you will be smacked. You owe other people due consideration. You must not be an annoyance and impose your ignorance and stupidity on other people. Or you will be smacked. Men tend to be a little bit more violent, a touch harsher, about this than women, but that's just a matter fof degree and gendered communication, and it varies with age. Old ladies will straight up start shouting if you overstep and call you names.

What's interesting is the ways that Wooyoung does a marvelous thing of push-pulling at his specific fandom by using grammar and the intimacy possible with that grammar. Transcripts of the various levels of 존댓말 and 반말 that Wooyoung mixes and weaves during his Lives would be a master class in this aspect of Korean as a language.

Anyway, that moment is gone in a second, and his mood recovers immediately. Instantly. This is why it's kind of important to go back to the source for whatever it is and look at the whole thing. He says nope, and you're a dumbass for asking, smacks the questioner, then moves on right away and never mentions or talks or even thinks about them again. That context was important to me.

But.

The spectacle of watching him eat this squid snack starts to get to me. I'm watching him toss more octopus into his mouth, gnaw gnaw, rub away residue on his fingers (me and the Hygiene Atiny who watched this Live, both going GET A NAPKIN and suffering invisibly, like ghosts), combs his hair with the same sugar-octopus fingers. Gnaw gnaw chew chew.

영부인 come through with another pun. They're so smart. They accuse him of cud-chewing gum, and he shoots back, it's not cud-chewing gum, it's cud-chewing squid. (껌질겅 아니야. 오징어 질겅). Then he starts giggling, because the implication was that it was getting on the viewer's nerves, this chewing. He says, 미안하다.

Ah, the masculinity of that utterance. Not 미안해요. Not 죄송합니다. Not 미안 nor 미안해. 미안.하.다.

Then the 영부인 switch it up and make a pun by switching the 질 of 질겅 into 즐 (similar but distinctly different sound)and then making it 즐겅 (즐거워 is the correct form, and they just bent it to rhyme with 질겅 resulting in 즐겅 which is not a word, but a Wommy neologism and pun).

Wooyoung appreciates this, acknowledging with praise that the Wommy are 'a level above him' (역시 나보다 한 수 더 가는구나!) and does a little dance. He apologizes to someone named  Yeonjun, who must have some sort fo song to do with either gum chewing or feeling joyful enjoyment. He says, Yeonjun is probably in New York. "Yes I was making fun of him. He's my friend. I am teasing my own friend. What?" ("놀린거 맞아요. 제 친구 제가 놀리는데 왜요.")

I think the number of Atiny who cannot stand the chewing is getting to some sort of critical mass, because Wooyoung starts to insist that he is not drunk and he is not drinking, and asking "Do I seem drunk?" and in between all these utterances is chew chew chew chew sounds right into my ear. He says he's not red, the light is reddish, giving face that color. chew chew chew.

And that's actually valid, because we saw him drinking and he didn't get red. Asian Red, by the way, means that the person is actually allergic to alcohol and cannot digest it at all, and therefore should not drink it. Wooyoung didn't seem to get red during that Wanteez episode where they were really drinking.

Referring back to the other famous content where he looked like Smartie Smurf, he says, "This is better than blue point lighting, isn't it?"

And then! UGHHGHGH He lays a length of octopus leg sideways in his mouth and chomps down on it like an actual animal while making direct eye contact with the camera.

He knows the girls hate this aaaaaaa. I am girls. He now has squid all over his faaaaaace.

The Atiny start to run with it, since he's doing that with the squid. He starts to object. Why would I put the squid pieces in my earrings?? he hollers, looking delighted. Don't say things like that. It makes me really wanna do it. Nooooo.

He's sprinkling dried squid residue on the table by rubbing his fingertips together. He says,

난 여러분은 그거 지켜주고 싶어. 이미 깨졌을수도 모르겠지만.

I want to safeguard that for you all. Even though I guess it might already have been destroyed.

The "that" he wants to safeguard for us is our fantasy of the perfect Idol Oppa - beautiful, well mannered, wild on stage and sweet and kind irl.

The 영부인 are not having it. They suggest he shove the squid pieces up his nose. Wooyoung objects loudly again.

"I'm an Idol! I'm not some neighborhood loser!"

He's insisting on this 'Idol Identity" while in a tracksuit while chewing noisily on squid, which is the prototypical 동네 오빠 thing to do.

I am an idol! insists Wooyoung, following up that statement with chew chew chew.

The Atiny are letting it all hang out. Doesn't your jaw hurt?? they ask him. He says no, not at all, but he's really verbose about it: No, it doesn't hurt. But if you say it like that, I feel like my jaw SHOULD hurt. Uh oh? It's a little painful? Nah, it's not painful at all.

CHEW CHEW CHEW CHEW

We're at 19 minutes, and I don't know if i can stand 14 more minutes of this chewing.

Wooyoung says he got the snack at 7/11, and it's 120 calories. The Atiny tell him it's probably 120 calories per piece, which then makes him read the back of the package carefully at the nutritional data. He says, "Why are you giving me a hard time? I was enjoying myself." chew chew chew chew. He changes the topic. " "It's so salty!" he cries, making the face of salty suffering. chew chew chew

He mentions that recently, he talked about Soobin on a Fromm chat, and that Subin texted him on kakaotalk immediately. 귀신같이 카톡 오더라. Unbelievable! (어이가 없어가지고).

Wooyoung is immensely pleased. He says something interesting:

맨날 여상이만 졸졸 따라다니던 애들이 갑자기 나한테 꽂혀가지고. 이 자식.

These kids that used to constantly trail after Yeosang are all suddenly fixated on me! Jackass (affectionate).

The main characteristic of Ateez members, the one thing every single one of the has in common, is competitiveness.

The Atiny now change topic, and use an old Live chestnut of telling Wooyoung that the lens looks foggy or dirty. Wooyoung scoffs.

"I know there's nothing on the lens! Do you just want to see me closer up? Eh? You think you can say that to an eighth year Idol and get me to wipe the lens? Here, lemme wipe it with a piece of squid."

Then he giggles, and comes closer to the lens. Oh he's so good at this whole Live thing. Say no, say no in a lot of words, and then do it anyway. Give the people what they want. Oh he's so handsome. So pretty, so handsome, such a pleasure to look at this face! Killer eyes in a pretty face. Love him. Enduring all the chewing noises was worth it.

Then, he claps his hands, which means he's spraying octopus particulate all over his room and his clothes. I don't even care. His lips are a shade between orange and pink. I am hypnotized by the face.

영부인/wommys are nothing if not enterprising opportunists (admiring), and since he seems to be in an accomodating mood, they go for it. They ask to be called 자기 (baby/ honey). He smacks that down too. "Greed needs to have limits" (욕심이 과하면 안돼).

The me-coded Atiny, probably the one that asked if he'd washed his hands, asks, "How long are you going to eat the squid on this Live?" and Wooyoung shoots back: "Why? Should I stop?" They ask him, passive aggressively I assume, if he's been drinking. He protests that he hasn't been drinking!! But the King of Give and Take says, I suppose the lighting in here can give that impression. As an explanatory note he adds, "They keep asking if I've been drinking!"

Me: Goddamn this boy is haaaandsommmmmme.

Wooyoung keeps insisting that the lighting in this particular room is a bit reddish. Like a butcher's shop?? someone asks. (Korean butchers use red lighting inside the shop FYI). Playfully, Wooyoung starts messing around with lights and filters. Chew chew chew is back. He finds one that he likes enough to go oooh at himself and lean back. Wommy immediately tell him it's no good. LOL They are so merciless. Wooyoung wants to look pretty, so he immediately fixes it and we go from beige to black and white to taupe and blurry before he settles on a final filter.

Annnd we're back to CHEW CHEW CHEW. Seriously. This is very 현타 (reality check) inducing. I hate the sounds of chewing. I actively want to hurt people who eat noisily around me. So what am I doing with my life right now? Why am i watching squid body parts disappear into this boy's mouth?!?

Wooyoung, sounding very put upon but also amused, tells someone, "Yes this is a couple-look I'm wearing with Maddox-Hyung!" He continues, "If I don't answer that one I feel like you're going to ask me for twenty years!" This part, when he's addressing someone he doesn't claim as a Wommy, he speaks in 존댓말 :

"답 안 해 드리면 계속 물어보시네 [redacted] 대답해 드려야지. [redacted] 그렇게 도배를 하시면 [redacted] 맞습니다."

The nuance doesn't come through in English translation no matter how I try: The question keeps getting repeated when I don't answer! I must answer. If they just plaster the chat with this question! Yes, you are correct!

When he's addressing his actual people, his 영부인, his real buddies, he drops into 반말. "매독스랑 커플룩임 한 20번 본사람?? 와 진짜 계속 보여! ... 와 장난 안치고 한 20번 물어보신거 같아!"

Does anyone else see that question being repeated 20 times?? Wow, it's just non stop! Seriously! I think they asked like, 20 times!

Possibly to push the Maddox-Couple-Look questioner off the page, the Wommys come back in force as Wooyoung chew chew chews to ask to be called 자기.

He relents. "자기! 자기!" he says, then he sucks on his fingers. OH MY GOD GET SOME GODDAMN WIPES (Storkmuffin). "Why are you like this? [Sounds of exasperation: 아유~ 진짜. 아유...그냥. 아유~]."

He's so adorable, making these ajumma sounds with his hipster face.

Wooyoung starts singing a very old Trot song, "내 나이가 어때서" I love this about him and San. They just burst into song, and the songs they burst into are such a wide range - Broadway songs, movie musicals, pansori, trot.

And now he's brushing his teeth. Great. Oh great. More mouth sounds. He talks around the toothbrush. He says, "Don't go! I'm going to go to sleep soon. Don't go!" brush brush. 가지마! shicka chiska chika chookchoochook. I'm losing my mind again omg.

He isn't short to me (because to me I'm the right size and it's everyone else who is too tall, all right??) but he's short person coded, because he folds his legs to sit cross legged on an armchair. He puts up a hood and keeps brushing his teeth. I'm seriously reconsidering every choice I've ever made in my life again. Why am I here?

He knows this because he says, "2,466 people are watching me brush my teeth. Wow. I'm successful. Wow." Me: I wasn't even in this original group, so it's going to be a lot more than that, you beautiful little shit. He keeps saying WOW, in English, as he brushes and his mouth is filling with foam.

Seriously. He is sucessful and powerful because I've been in love more than once, in a way that I thought I would die without that person, and yet I've never sat and watched any of them BRUSH THEIR FUCKING TEETH. Kpop is a fucking cult and my brain has been pureed.

He leaves the screen, mercifully.

Save me Japanese hotel painting bird, save me.

He's back, applying lip balm.

Someone wants to see HIM FLOSSING (I started getting ready to scream) and he goes, You think I'd show myself flossing? sounding appalled. Thank you, oh merciful Wooyoung. Misericordia.

In answer to a qustion, Wooyoung gives something to the girlies: No, I sleep with nothing on. I haven't brought my pajamas. I forgot.

Translation note: In Korean what he said was 다 벗고 자는데요 which literally translates with I sleep with everything taken off but in order for it to sound more natural in English you have to go in the opposite direction, and say Sleep With Nothing On. There are so many pieces like this, where our expressions are the exact opposite of what's used in English.

He's clacking his teeth together now. Why. Why did you do that?

He uses Nivea lipbalm, he reveals, before saying he's going to go now. Wooung starts faking nodding off. "Sleep well," he says. He puts up his hoodie. He announces his age and Idol rank like he's reporting to the military. He cinches the hoodie really tight over hies head, then he says, 혹시 이 선물을 풀어줄 사람이 있나? Does anyone want to unwrap this gift?

Groan horror terror - Why are you making Dad Jokes like this, soon-to-be 26- Rising-8th -Year Idol Wooyoung??

Immediately, he apologizes. Wooyoung says things to Minnaaa and i assume good night and sleep well etc in Japanese.

The unflagging Wommys ask him for kisses.

He refuses, but charmingly. (무슨 뽀뽀야! 땡!)

Korean Idols are so drilled on correct behavior expected of Idols that we make jokes about how they have this secondary Idol 'consciousness.' The thing is he has done so much in this chat that is against all of that - the noisy chewing, eating dried squid, smacking the asker of the Jennie question, brushing his teeth - that his Idol Consciousness is starting to poke at him, I think, with rather a sharp stick.

"I'm a pro Idol!" he says.

Then he does a silly little trick of using the hole punched into the top of the package of dried squid for ease of hanging and display at 7/11 to create a 'sniper perspective' of his face. I'm reminded that he likes taking photographs with expensive analog cameras. This is so fun and creative, but he also does really seem drunk.

He ends the Live with, Love you! Gonna sleep now! I have no more battery! Cut!

[cuntyhunty22]

•she rides•

Pairing : Clint x reader

Description : reader goes out for a night out, ends up having the "ride" of her life.

Tags : language, smut, sexual content , dry humping , knife play, p in v , creampie, age gap, daddy kink. (If I forgot anything plz tell me)

•

The 80s in Oakland was a time. You just moved over here in pursuit of a different life than a small town full of judgmental people. unfortunately it's just as bad here with the nazis and whatever other group that pops out of the woodwork. You aren't too sure where you fit though, like a cross between a hippie and a punk . you do frequent the local punk bar though. They have taken you in and have been so welcoming.

They have been dealing with a problem and they thought that was solved but recently things are happening. people Getting mugged leaving at night, the bar getting broke into, and last night a new crew showed up again. You debated on going tonight but your friend Tina said there was a meeting and they contacted a dude from the past who handles people. Guess she met him at the diner not too long ago. He was supposed to be retired but somehow they talked him into this. So you felt a bit at ease going.

•

You showed up, big platform boots, black leather skirt, cheetah print top. Big poofy hair. Tina is standing outside waiting for you. Hey you made it, didn't scare ya off yet. "Nope. There's a reason I fit here. Never back down from a fight." Atta girrllllll. Tina chuckles. Let's get you a drink. "Sounds great." It's pretty chill so far, band just playing people chit chatting amongst themselves. You stand there listening to Tina talk to the others just people watching when you notice a man walk in. obviously this is not his scene. Slicked back curly dark hair with pops of grey, flannel on and a leather jacket. Slightly Older man, but very very handsome.

Your attention is now fully on him. Hyper-fixated really. You tell Tina you were gonna go step outside for a smoke. She tells you to be careful and you flash her the dagger strapped to the garter under your skirt and you swear the man at the door was watching you. which honestly is exactly what you hoped for. He's still standing there by the entrance, the place is filling up to where it's people on people making you accidentally brush up against him as you go to step outside. "Sorry about that." You flash him a smile. All good. He looks you up and down.

You walk away from the building just a few steps then you had an idea.. he was now standing right outside the entrance door talking with some of the others..

"hey you got a light? Must of lost mine." The man walks over to you. Yeah sure here ya go. You put the cigarette to your lips and he lights it for you. His fingers accidentally brush your cheek. something about someone lighting your cigs for you has always been so intimate in a way. You kinda figured he was just gonna hand you the lighter but he didn't. I'm Clint

. "Hey nice to meet you." Clint.. Clint.. why is that name familiar. You were thinking and then you realized that's the mob enforcer.. the man Tina said that's handled a bunch of peopleHere in Oakland. the guy people hire when they need a problem solved.. you should be scared but you are the total opposite.

So Clint.. what brings you here? Doesn't necessarily seem like your scene."

I go where things take me, places I need to be.

"Ahh I see.. and why do you have to be here."

I guess my job tonight was to give a beautiful girl a light. He smirks at you.

"I see what you did there and it was clever I'll give you that."

He chuckles

Clever was brushing up against me in that tiny skirt sweetheart.

You smirk at him. "I have no clue what you are talking about Clint."

Clint moves closer to you his breath on your ear. The smell of alcohol, leather, cigarettes and cologne (pretty much sex) it's intoxicating.

I think you do, his hand trails to the small of your back pulling you closer to him. The touch alone sends shivers through your body and an ache between your thighs is growing. Life's been boring since you moved out here and you're craving some danger and excitement.

"Maybe take me somewhere and we can talk about whatever it is you think I did. You're the guy that handles things right? Handle me then Clint." Clint's eyes darkened looking at you.

Follow me.

•

You follow Clint to his car, he opens the door for you and you hop in. This man could kill you but that's the very least of what's on your mind. He turns on the car and drives to a secluded parking lot putting the car in park.

You look over to Clint as he lights up a cigarette. the strong features of his face, the light grey patch in his beard. The dim scars on his face. His big hands holding the cigarette and your minds trails off to what his hands would look like elsewhere.

Clint looks over to you no words just pulling you by your hips to the drivers seat.

Stratal me. You wanna brush up on me, come be all up on me then.

Clint looks at you as you do as your told. Your skirt riding up slightly to your hips. as you settle on to his lap the touch of his jeans to your mound that's hidden beneath sheer tights. You can feel him. How he's hard already and how he twitches when you move. You couldn't help yourself of the feeling of him beneath you. You start moving your hips back and forth dry humping him. The friction ignites a heat between you two. Clint uses his hand that doesn't have the cigarette in it to trail up your waist sliding under your shirt cupping your breast the touch making you arch back girding more on him feeling him stiffen even more in his jeans.

You lean slightly back and take your top off exposing your breasts, Clint pulls you closer kissing down your neck before taking your nipple into his mouth sucking on it then biting it slightly making you moan more than you anticipated.

"Fuck that feels good." You grind yourself more into Clint, feeling the pressure of his hard cock through his jeans on to you.

Damn pretty girl you rubbing on me so hard hmm you want this bad don't you.

He looks at you, taking another puff of his cigarette as you shamelessly continue grinding on him. the pressure on your clit but it's not enough you needed more.

Clint lifts you slightly, pushing up your skirt hand running up your thigh finding your dagger. Clint grabs the dagger tracing it lighty down your leg, the cold touch of the metal blade and the fact he could easily kill you with it has made you a whole different type of aroused.

"Fuck that's hot."

Clint trails the dagger back up your leg then across your pelvic area making you whimper. he stops there with the dagger he cuts a hole in your tights between your thighs.

Mhmmm needed these out of my way.

Clint rips the hole in the tights wide open reaching your panties. Grazing the outside he could feel how he's made you feel.

Sweet girl these are soaked...

he rubs the outside gently just applying enough pressure . you let out a whimper. "Clint" you moan. Clint moves your panties to the side using his ring finger he trails up and down in your wetness feeling exactly how he is making you feel. Clint grunts.

You wanted this didn't you ..

he's rubbing circles on your clit, eyes locked as he talks to you and puffs on his cigarette.

Sweet girl I'm old enough to be your daddy.. is that what you like huh ?

Clint inserts his ring finger prepping you for what he wants to do next.

"Yes ahh fuck. I do like that. Don't stop please." you're so tight. My cock is gonna stretch you out, but that's what you want isn't it.

Mhmmm it is...please.." Clint inserts another finger. She's clenchin on me baby, she wants to cum but not yet.

Clint unzips his jeans pulling out his rock hard cock. Clint takes himself into his fist pumping it.

Look at this sweetheart, look how hard you've made this old man, I wanted to rip that tight little skirt off of you as soon as I seen you.

Clint pulls his jeans down a bit making room for you.

Mhmmm you like rubbin on me so much.. sit on it. All of it.

You pull your self up, grabbing Clint's member rubbing it over your clit making you gush slightly on him.

Mhmm Nuh uh sweet girl what did I say huh? I said sit on it.

Clint plops you down making you taking all of him in at once

" oh my- mhmm fuck" Fuck I was right so fucking tight. You slowly start riding him, bouncing slightly up and down setting up a rhythm.

Yeah that's it baby, keep doing that. Good girl..

Clint puts his free hand on your hip guiding you up and down. It feels so good you can't even form sentences besides little moans.

Lean back so I can look at ya, but don't stop ridin me.

You do as your told and somehow Clint sinks deeper into your pussy.

God you're fucking beautiful taking that big cock.

"Am I daddy.? You like watching me ride you."

You are.. and fuck yeah I Do would be crazy if I didn't. Lean down here.

You lean forward touching Clint's face tracing the scars. Clint lips crash into yours after everything so far this was the first kiss he's laid on your lips. From there things escalate even more, his lips were a shock to your system, the taste of his lips the lingering taste of the cigarette, his tongue now invading your mouth swirling around with yours . pulling you in. messy needy kisses leading to clint sucking on your bottom lip. You are grinding up and down , your ass bouncing taking every inch of him inside you.

Yes sweet girl keep doing that... feels good don't it..

"yesss- ah so good"

keep going don't stop until I say.. Clint reaches over grabbing another cigarette lighting it, he then wraps his arm around your waist pinning you to his body.

Clint grunts. I bet those punk boys don't fill you like I do .. his lips on your ear. Do they sweet girl.? Do they fill that tight little pussy like I do?

"No.. no they don't.." you manage to form a sentence.

Clint takes a puff of his cigarette as he starts pushing his hips up pushing his cock even deeper making you stop for a moment.

What baby is it too much? You bit off more than you can chew? His voice raspy in your ear sending chills down your body..

"no"

no what?

"I need.. ah-god damn it."

Clint pushing up again.

If you need it so damn bad baby fucking ride me till you cum, you wanna cum don't you? Wanna cum on a real man's cock.?

"Yes."

You wanted me sweet girl.. now fucking take me.

You rotate your hips right where you need feeling every inch of his cock, reaching down to rub your clit.

Mhmm nope baby Clint says in your ear. Let me do that, cigarette still in one hand the other hand down on your bud circling it

Yes.. yes sweet girl you got it.. she's clinching.. mhmmm fuck yes..

"I'm s'close..Clint."

Yes sweet girl scream my name, I wanna hear it..

you lean back and that arch of your body sending Clint deeper sends you over the edge..

"my god yes Clint I'm coming, ahh-"

yes my sweet girl let it go I got you.. Clint grunts feeling accomplished you rode him to your climax.

Your body collapses on to him, Clint kisses your neck and you feel him still hard inside of you.

"Now let me take care of you."

Clint looks at you.

"How do you want it. Let me give you exactly what you want."

Clint throws the cigarette out the window his hands on both sides of your hips now holding you to where you can't move. he lifts his hips slamming into you over and over and over no release taking what he needs as he let you do. This was ruthless. Thrust after thrust after thrust. Your legs shaking. Body limp still strattling him. letting him just hold you there. Letting him use your body.

Clint growls. Fuck so good. I'm close sweet girl.

Your nails digging into his arms through his flannel.

Yes- uh- fuck it I'm cummin In you pussy too good too tight to pull out.

Clint thrusts a few more times and he fills you up with his seed. He lets out a big breath and throws his head back in relief.

So uh.. what's your plans for the rest of the night.? "Whatever you want my plans to be."

Okay. Back to my place then.

[itstheval]

Memory of Dreary Days / Siffrin Gets An Earring

A @livesworthlivingau Side Story

It was a lovely autumn day, and Siffrin was miserable.

This wasn't anything new, they'd come to realize. The events of Dormont had changed - and possibly Changed - them, but that was months ago, a little over a year now. No, this frustration was newer, possibly the last few months, but they'd managed to identify it over time.

They watched Mirabelle and Isabeau, in front of them, chatting about what Changes they might want to make in the future. Isabeau had a whole list of ideas, but Mirabelle was being more cautious, as usual. Odile was watching and writing, and Bonbon, they were sitting on Nille's shoulders as both of them added their two coins when they had an idea. Leaving you, Siffrin the Traveler, as an outsider. Again.

It wasn't their fault, you knew it. You were empty inside, and this entire adventure you were on was to fill you. That was something the doctor had mentioned, that you seemed to agree with…You didn't have a past, so they were making you one, because they wanted you to. So why were you being talked over, and around? Why were they treating you like a pet, not someone with their own ideas?

The only thing worse than knowing it was it being known, unfortunately. It seemed like they came to a pause in conversation, and Isabeau looked back as though remembering you existed after so long ignoring you.

"What about you, Sif? Got any ideas for big Changes?"

You could laugh. You could sob. You remembered being as large as the sky, and just as filled with stars. You pictured yourself, star-headed and lightless-skinned.

"I don't think so! That's a Vaugardian thing, isn't it?"

The words were more bitter than you imagined them to be, and the second they left your lips you knew that they were wrong. A second after, you told yourself otherwise. "Words can't be wrong", the doctor had said, "If you mean them. You're trying to express yourself, not win a game." Well, from the way everyone else's faces fell, that was good, because you'd have just lost hard.

"That doesn't mean you can't Change! There's Houses everywhere that will take you in and help you, too."

"Yes," Odile continued. "I've thought of using them myself, during my time here, but I never had time to stay in one place, what with…everything."

"Really, madame? You're so pretty! What would you even change?"

And the conversation was off again…Odile explaining her heritage yet again, too-thick hair and too-wide eyes for ka bue, too-thin eyes and too-thin hair for Vaugarde. You wondered, sometimes, if Ka Buans had thought she was as pretty as Vaugardians do. You wonder, in the moment, if they'd bother talking to you again.

They hadn't.

You'd caught Isabeau looking over at you, with something more thoughtful than pity, but you could see the pity in it. Whatever he had in his mind, it wasn't enough to make him ask about anywhere else, or change the subject. Quietly, you thought about how much nicer it would've been if you'd just gone for a comfortable lie instead.

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It was a rainy, autumnal day, and Siffrin was bored.

It wasn't anyone's fault, everyone knew that was just what happened in Autumn. You found somewhere to stay until the rains ended, or you trudged through the worst mud that you could imagine. Bored or miserable, and to the family the choice was obvious. Siffrin had been…letting themself think of them that way for a while, even without telling them. Their little secret. Maybe not their family, but they were the family, and nobody could blame him for that, right? Watching Mira read to Bonbon, watching Isa and Nille talking about, of all things, carpentry, and Madame writing in those inscrutable books of hers.

You hated it. You hated listening to it, you hated being part of it, and you hated being trapped in it. It was nothing like the loops, you knew, but it was almost worse in its way. Watching everyone else with a role, with something to do, and you off to the side like some pet. You'd already napped yourself dry, and nobody had begrudged you sleeping through breakfast, even if it meant you were likely to stay up well after the candles were out at night. But the rest of your day…

You sighed. Sitting there wasn't going to make you any happier, and you'd already looked at all of the books Mira had brought with her. You'd read through the horror stories until they started showing up in your dreams, when Mirabelle had banned you from reading any more of them because of how you'd been whimpering in your sleep. Isa had tried to defend your right to read, but the looks Odile had given him had made him blush in a peculiar way and stop trying, and that had been the end of it. The less said about the romances, the better. You understood that Vaugarde was an open place, but the things they dreamt up to keep two people from each other felt so cliched, so unreal, so impossible that you couldn't get into them.

So, you laid there, in a bed, in a wooden room, staring at the ceiling until the morning came.

How familiar.

That thought sent a shudder down your spine that you knew everyone noticed, but you got out of bed before any of them could comment on it. No, you were dealing with this. You weren't being dealt with, not this time. You hopped up, and walked over to Odile, who closed her book as you approached.

"What could you be writing down now?" you found it in you to ask. "Vaugardian rainy-day games? I thought you were a master at those." The joking tone managed to reach your voice, you thought, and you were glad for it.

"Oh, I wasn't writing at all. Believe it or not, I'm designing something."

"Designing?" The surprise in your voice was clear.

"Well yes. You have your woodcarving…Or had it, when we were near forested areas enough to find scrapwood. Mirabelle has her writing. I thought I should perhaps try my hands at something creative."

"Oh, can I see?" This was WAY more interesting than laying in bed!

"If you can guess what it is, then yes. It wasn't fair that I didn't get to see your face when my research was revealed, after all." Her smile was coy and knowing, but she did, ultimately, have a point.

"Oh, is it…" You looked around, trying to think of what could be in the room that she could draw inspiration from.

"Clothesmaking? Like Isa plans to?"

"Nice try, young one. But that's your one try for the day." Odile's eyes turned up as she thought about the idea. "Besides, do you think I'd compete with Isabeau? In something he's planned for that long?"

You had to concede the point.

▬▬▬

"Carpentry?"

"Can you imagine me swinging a hammer, Siffrin? I know my limits, and they stop well before there."

▬▬▬

"Bookbinding!" You thought for sure you had her on that one. Something to do with her precious books, and something she could study from Mira's colleciton and her own?

"Sadly, no. But, now that you mention it, maybe I should."

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So the days had passed, until things were clear again. The world was colder now, and you could feel it around your cloak, but everyone was well prepared for it. You'd all gotten your own instructions on what to purchase, and been sent off to pick up supplies, which had taken the whole day between bartering and transporting. Thakfully, without Mira there you managed to get a Savior of Vaugarde Discount, and used the extra coin to pick up a pain au chocolat. Some things, it seemed, were eternal, and this one you didn't mind.

So it was that you returned to the inn, one hand with a canvas bag full of smaller bags, spices and flour and other things for Bonbon, the other letting you munch away happily, but you found yourself pausing outside the door. Something was wrong, you could feel it. You finished your treat quickly, and opened the door with a hand on your dagger. A pre-feeling, something that you couldn't put words to, told you that there was something going on beyond the door

You were right.

But not how you thought.

Instead, the family had been standing around in a half-circle, seemingly waiting for you to get back! You barely had time to rescue the groceries as a Bonbon-shaped missile impacted your legs and held you, Mira following after on the other side and Nille even stepping in to ruffle your hair, as Odile looked on fondly, and Isa…Hid something.

As lovely as the feeling was, your suspicions were raised far too high.

You managed a laugh, and to pull yourself free of the hug after enough time that it had started to loosen, before staring down Isa. Watching his cheeks darken was almost worth he price of admission, even as the others spoke around you. Again.

"I told you he'd notice!"

"You hardly had a better idea, Mirabelle."

"Uh-uh! We shoulda done it at dinner! Make sure he's comf-ta-bul."

"Comfortable, Boniface."

"That's what I said!"

It all flowed around you, as you stepped closer to Isa, and sighed. "I know what bonding earrings are, Isa." You allowed, holding out a hand, making him stutter even worse - and sending a roil of laughter around the room from everyone else.

That wasn't it? Then what was he hiding?"

"You're half right, I'm afraid. This is actually something we'd all been thinking about for a while…The past week just proved how important it was. It's not bonding earrings, but…"

As Odile spoke, Isabeau brought a black jewelry box around, holding it out to you. His words were trembling and small, in the way he always seemed to do only for you. You wished he wouldn't…his big booming voice was always so nice.

"We noticed you don't have any earrings yourself, Sif! And…I mean, you're as Vaugardian as any of us, if you want to be. Not that you should feel like you have to give anything up for us! But! I thought this might…make it easier to remember?"

What…were they saying?

Isabeau opened the box, and instead of one of his black i-earrings like you'd expected, a pair of star-shaped earrings rested inside. They were a light shade, just dark enough to notice around your hair, and obviously handcrafted. The edges were imprecise, the designs weren't symmetrical, and you could feel the love in every angle.

You stared. You didn't know what else to do.

Isa was saying more things, and it sounded like other people were responding, but you lifted up a hand to the box. A shaking hand, you realized when it was halfway there. Trembling, uncertain, but you didn't dare stop now. Not when they'd put so much effort in.

"-know what I was working on, the past few days. It's something of a rush job and it shows, but it's even more Vaugardian to have it made by your family, isn't it?" Odile was speaking.

Made…by your family.

Made by them.

You cried. You wrapped your arms around the giant body of Isabeau and you cried and you sobbed and you bawled and for once in your life, you weren't ashamed of a single sound you made. There wasn't any room for it in your heart. Not with everything else you were feeling.

Everyone else was holding you in moments. You turned, as best you could in the group hug, to include all of them. You knew you were getting tears and snot all over them and you didn't care. They were there. They were your family. They…You were one of them.

In that moment, of all moments, you were loved.

[moody-alcoholic]

Chapter 7 - The Death of Piece of Mind

Summary: Simon x reader. 4.9k words. You go on your first job with Simon, but you still want to be more involved and you want to prove you can handle all aspects of the job. Even if it means breaking trust.

CW: Assault, stalking, mentions of suicide, physical violence, kidnapping, mentions of SA/rape, mentions of animal abuse, angst.

AN: Yes I was thinking of this song. The song has nothing to do with the chapter. It's just a good song.

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You’re sat in John’s office Simon is beside you as John slides a folder over to him. Simon picks it up opening it and you lean over to look. You’re not sure what any of it means. There are two photos one of a woman one of a man. Simon turns the page before you have chance to read it properly. 

“Amelia, 27, ex is Ryan, 25. Stalking, harassment the usual. Both have full time jobs, he’s been hanging round her work during his lunch break.” John says. 

“Surveillance?” Simon asks closing the folder.

“Get proof then you can grab him with Soap.” John says looking at you. You want to be involved but you feel like you need to convince Simon first before John. 

“What kind of proof do you get? Like pictures?” You ask. 

“We just need to see the stalking in action. We take everyone’s word at face value, but we need to see for ourselves before we make a move. Otherwise we could be harming innocent people.” John says. Harming, the word makes you swallow hard.

“What do you mean harming?” You ask keeping your cool. John’s eyes flick to Simon quickly then back to you.

“There are a few ways we deal with stalkers; we have a little chat with them tell them to back off. It’s a show off force ‘we can make your life very difficult if you don’t leave the person alone.’ Sometimes that’s not enough, that’s where blackmail becomes involved. Everyone has dirty little secrets or people they love, most of the time it’s just empty threats enough to scare them. Failing that we may have to resort to more, aggressive means of convincing.” John explains. You look at him for a few seconds taking it all in. 

“What about my ex?” you ask, John looks confused for a moment and Simon shifts in his chair. 

“He listened to what we had to say, he was very understanding in the end.” John says. It’s not what you were expecting. It’s vague, like he’s trying to talk around it. 

“We should get going, if we want to catch him by noon.” Simon says before you have a chance to reply your mouth hanging open. He starts to get up, you follow him thanking Price as you leave. You feel like he’s hiding something they all are. No one will talk about what happened with your ex accept they ‘had a chat’ and then he killed himself. You walk down the steps following Simon. 

“You excited for your first job?” Johnny asks almost skipping over to you. You force a smile as Simon goes over opening the side of the van.

“Yeah, course very excited.” You reply. You hope Johnny can’t tell when you’re lying as easily as Simon can. He wraps his arm round your shoulder as he guides you to the van. 

“What about you Si, excited to be working with our new star recruit.” Johnny says, you don’t know where he gets all his enthusiasm from. Simon finishes whatever it us he’s doing in the side of the van then slams the door closed turning to look at you and Johnny. 

“Ecstatic.” He says looping a mask behind his ears and pulling it down to rest under his chin. Johnny shakes his head using his free hand to push Simon’s shoulder.

“Cheer up Si you get to go for a ride with your girlfriend, maybe take an extra long lunch break?” Johnny says winking at Simon. You pull out of his grip feeling uncomfortable. Simon’s not your boyfriend or at least you don’t think he is. You still haven’t spoken about what it means, every time you think about bringing it up a pit forms in your stomach. 

“Christ MacTavish haven’t you got other people to annoy?” Simon asks opening the driver side door. 

“Gaz is out on a job and Price said if I bothered him again he’d fire me.” Johnny says crossing his arms and pouting.

“Oh, he’s finally taken my advice.” Simon says climbing into the van. You hear Johnny huff as you go round getting in the passenger side. Simon starts the engine. 

“Good luck lass don’t let Ghost scare you away, he’s a real softy at heart.” Johnny shouts leaning round to see you. You smile waving at him. Simon shakes his head and drives out the building.        

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When you make it to the location. Simon parks up in a car-park across the road of the building the woman Amelia works at. You had managed to read the folder on the way. Seems like when people have problems they go through a whole interview processes with John. Mainly only questions about the stalker, why do you think he’s doing it? How long has it been going on? That kind of stuff. He’d been abusive, when she tried to throw him out he attacked her.

The police got involved but restraining orders take time. He followed her home from work tried to rape her, she fought him off but then he started coming to her work. Getting more pushy and aggressive, she’s scared to walk alone anywhere. She bought a dog and came home to it poisoned. It survived but she was sure it was him. It made you feel sick. You look back over at Simon, he pulled his mask up at some point on the trip. 

“Why do you wear the mask?” You ask, you think back to the mask you saw him in when he grabbed your ex. That was a scary mask, the thought of it still sends shivers down your spine. 

“To hide my face.” He says without looking at you. You sigh looking over at the building. It’s a tech company.

“Is that why you’re called Ghost?” You ask looking over at him. He sighs. 

“What car does he have?” Simon asks. You look through the folder. 

“Just a number plate, ends in HYT.” You say. Simon reaches over you and opens the glove box. You look in there is a pistol and some ammo it makes your breath catch in your throat, you’re still not used to being around all the weapons. He takes out some binoculars, closing it back up.  He brings them up looking in the car park across the road. It’s not very conspicuous. 

“He’s here,” Simon says. You look over squinting trying to read the number plates. 

“Can I see?” You ask, he hands you the binoculars. You look through them looking for the car. 

“He’s actually sitting in the car waiting.” You gasp passing them back to Simon.

“What do we do? Do we help her?” You say suddenly feeling panic rise in your chest. 

“No, we watch see what happens but we don’t get involved.” Simon says, there is an edge in his voice. You watch as people start coming out the building, lighting cigarettes heading to cars. People going out for lunch. You look down at the picture of Amelia, she’s blonde, nice face, it’s only a head shot. You look over watching to see if you can see anyone who matches the picture. 

“What if he tries to hurt her?” You ask. 

“It’s too public here he won’t risk it. We only step in if her life is in danger.” Simon says, he looks over at the picture quickly then back through the binoculars. You can kind of see what’s going on but the road is big. You see someone you think looks like her walk out the front door down the steps. 

“Is that her?” You ask, as you watch the blonde haired woman go down the steps. 

“Stand by.” You look over at Simon confused as he looks at the picture in the folder again.

“Yeah I think it is.” He says. You watch as she makes it past the car Ryan is in. He steps out. 

“What’s happening?” You ask. 

“They’re talking, she looks uncomfortable. He’s moving towards her she’s stepping back to the stairs.” Simon explains, you feel a wave of emotions sadness, fear. You can imagine what she’s feeling right now. You’ve been in her position you know what it’s like.

“She’s heading back to the building it looks like they have security. Yeah they’re not letting him in.” Simon says putting the binoculars down. 

“What now?” You ask, you already know, this is the proof the next stage is to get him.

“Now you don’t need to worry, me and Johnny will handle the rest.” Simon reaches over you again putting the binoculars back in the glove box. 

“I would like to know, so I can be involved in the future. You watch as Ryan goes back to the car defeated. 

“You’ll never be helping with that side of the job.” Simon says as a matter of fact. You scoff.

“Says who?” You ask, feeling insulted. 

“Me.” He replies twisting the key bringing the engine to life. You see Ryan and his car drive out the car park. You look at him as he pulls the van out. 

“You can’t stop me.” You say huffing. 

“You don’t want-” 

“Shut up about what I want, you and Price you’re both the same why can’t I decide what I want?” You snap interrupting Simon. He lets out a long sigh. 

“It’s a part of my life I don’t want you involved in.” Simon says sounding annoyed, you watch as he grips the steering wheel tighter, his knuckles turning white. 

“I don’t want you to see me do the things I have to do. I don’t want you involved. That part of my life it’s tainted, it’s messy. You’re…You’re too innocent.” He says. You’re stopped at a red light, you look over at Simon his eyes meet yours he seems mad. You don’t know what to say, he’s making you feel like a child. 

“I’m not that innocent.” You say quickly without thinking.

“You are, I know you’re mad now but you are. And that’s okay, you’re such a perfect part of my life. I don’t want you to be tainted too. What if you see something you don’t like and then you never want to speak to me again?” Simon says as he drives forward. 

“What would I see?” You ask keeping your eyes on him, his head flicks over to you every now and then. 

“Another side of me. A side I want you to stay well away from.” He says. The vagueness is just causing you to be more and more annoyed.

“Just be straight with me Simon. I can handle it.” You say, Simon looks at you and curses under his breath pulling off at the next available opportunity. You feel bad all of a sudden, like you’re about to get scolded by your parent’s for doing something wrong. Once Simon has stopped the van he turns to look at you pulling his mask down. His eyes are hard, it sends a shiver down your spine. 

“I have done horrible things, and I’m not just talking about killing people. I have hurt people in ways you can’t imagine.” He hangs his head, you feel bile rising in your stomach you swallow it away. Maybe he’s right you don’t want to think about Simon hurting anyone, especially when he’s been so gentle with you. 

“You are the only person in my life who does not look at me like I’m some kind of monster. Like you’re scared I would hurt you. Even after what happened with your ex you’re still here, you still..” He shakes his head it’s like he can’t find the words. You reach over and take his hand in yours squeezing it. 

“When I’m working, when I’m Ghost I’m a different person. I’m not the person you say you love I’m a bad person who does bad things. I hide my face for a reason.” You rub his hand with your thumb. 

“Do you kill people?” You ask, the words are quiet you want him to say no. 

“I do what I have to do to protect the people I care about. To make it home at the end of the day.” He says.

“Did you kill my ex?” You ask swallowing hard and squeezing his hand. 

“No.” He replies. You don’t believe him. It’s the first time you’ve not believed the words coming out his mouth. He looks up at you, looking in your eyes. 

“I don’t ever want you to look at me like I’m some kind of monster. I love you and if I lost you. I don’t know what I would do with myself. So I’m asking you please stay away from this side of the job.” You can hear the pleading in his voice, it’s almost desperate. It’s something you’ve never heard from him before. You know he’s being sincere.

“I love you too. I just want to help. I want to help people the way you helped me the way you’re helping Amelia.” You say sighing. 

“I know and I love you so much for that trust me I do. But when it comes to dangerous parts I don’t want you to be involved. I want you to be safe.” You let out a long sigh closing your eyes. You don’t want to lie to him, you don’t want to. You look up at him and plant your lips on his. You kiss him moving your hands to his face. He pulls you closer to him and you let his hands run down your arms. You pull away first resting your forehead on his. 

“I won’t get involved. But at least let me come with you, I’ll stay in the van I promise.” You say sighing. He lets out a long breath moving his hand to your chin forcing his face to look directly in his eyes. He closes his eyes for a second. 

“Okay, I’ll figure something out. If it makes you feel better. But you have to promise me you'll stay in the van.” He says eventually. You nod kissing him again, it’s a long kiss. A loving one, like he’s kissing you for the first and last time. It makes you sad. It makes you hate lying to him.          

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When you get back to work there is a heavy feeling in the air. Simon gets out the truck and you follow him heading straight up to John’s office.

“Soap, c’mon.” Simon says gesturing at Johnny who’s lounged out on the sofa’s to join you both. 

“Mission success?” Johnny asks as you walk into the office. You don’t know what to say to him you just stride past him catching up with Simon. You take a seat and Johnny takes the seat next to you. 

“How did it go?” John asks. 

“We got the evidence.” Simon says.

“How bad is it?” John asks. 

“He was there on her lunch break. He tried to talk to her but backed off once she got back into the building and security got involved. I reckon he needs a bit more then a gentle word.” Simon explains.

“What do you think?” John asks looking at you. You think back to what you read in the file about what she has been through so far. It still makes your stomach churn knowing there are people out there that go to such great lengths. He could hurt her, he’s already tried. 

“I think he takes time out of his day to drive to her place of work and harass her in public. That’s pretty serious. He could hurt her.” You say, you’re not sure what they want to hear, you’re just being honest. John presses his lips together giving you the look he does when he’s thinking. 

“Think we’re going to need blackmail?” John asks looking at Simon who’s stood behind you. 

“Don’t think so.” Simon replies. You look over at Johnny who’s tapping his fingers on the chair arm.

“Okay what’s the plan then?” John asks leaning back in his chair. 

“We have his address we know when he finishes work I say we get him then.” Simon says.

“Johnny?” John asks looking at him.

“You’re the boss LT.” Johnny says smiling. 

“Try and wrap this one up quickly yeah? Laswell has a job for us.” John says. Johnny sounds excited about that. You hear Simon turning to leave as Johnny gets up. You smile at John as he gets back to his paperwork. 

“Who’s Laswell?” You ask as soon as you’ve closed the door behind you. 

“Old friend.” Simon says. 

“From your military days?” You ask following them down the steps. Simon nods. Johnny and Simon talk while you grab a bite to eat.

The rest of the afternoon jobs fly by. It almost feels boring now following Simon around to people’s houses doing odd jobs. You actually end up doing some deliveries although instead of office supplies its ammo and weapons. Simon explains what each one is happy to talk about anything else then the stalker job.

When you get back to work it’s after 5 you guess it took him longer to get round all his jobs when you were trying to pick his brain each time. He instructs you to go home and that he will pick you up with Johnny later.

When you get home you start to plan. You dress in dark clothes and a hoodie, pick comfortable shoes that have soft bottoms. You shove gloves and the black surgical mask you took from the van when Simon wasn’t looking in your pockets. You switch your phone to silent while you remember. It feels like you’re forgetting something, like you should be more prepared.

It’s just nerves, you convince yourself, you’re pacing the flat when there is a knock at the door. You look through the peephole. It’s Simon, you take a deep breath in. Tonight you were going to get answers.  

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“Okay you know the rules?” Simon says as you arrive at the location. It’s a water treatment plant by the Thames. You nod.

“Stay in the car no matter what unless you or Johnny tell me otherwise.” You say having heard it for the hundredth time. Even Johnny was hesitant for you to be joining them tonight. His usual chipper attitude replaced with nervousness.

“And?” Simon asks.

“I was never here. I never saw you or anyone else.” You say. He leans over to kiss you.

“And?” He says again.

“If I call you I’m being murdered or on fire.” You say gripping your phone. Simon smiles passing you the car keys. It’s Simon’s car apparently they don’t need the van for this.  

“Someone asks you to move along do it, I’ll find you after.” He says. You nod, you’re nervous you hate lying to him. It’s not really lying though more misleading. You’re going to follow his instructions, you’re going to stay in the car and hear his side of the story when he comes back. At least that’s what he’ll think. There is a knock on the drivers side window it makes you jump. 

“Delivery for Ghost.” Johnny says. Simon sighs moving away from you and getting out the car. You watch as Simon pulls a mask over his face. Johnny waves at you, he seems back to his usual self you wave back. You watch them disappear to Johnny’s car parked behind. You hear shuffling and someone pleading, muffles shouts. Simon and Johnny aren’t saying anything.

You feel your heart skip a beat when you see them pulling a man with a black hood over his head and his hands zip-tied. It’s like something out of a movie it feels surreal, you watch as the lead him into the water treatment building. You pay attention to if the door is squeaking or not, that could give you away. It doesn’t seem like it but when they let it slam behind them it’s loud. Make sure you close it gently.

You don’t know if you want to do this now. You squeeze the keys in your hand, if you want to know what they get up to now is your chance. You wait for a few minutes mustering up the courage, to leave the safety of the car. You put the mask on pulling it up over your nose. You put the gloves on next and pull the hood up over your head. You get out the car your heart is thumbing hard in your chest, your breathing speeding up the adrenaline pulsing through your system. You’re shaking as you press the keys to lock the car.

Its dark and cold the sound of the Thames will give you good cover. You walk over to the door you saw Johnny and Simon go through, it’s a heavy metal door you have to use both hands to open. You slowly close it behind you, the room is loud you can hear rushing water, the pumps working. You leave the door on the latch in case you need to make a run for it. You’re hiding behind some kind of machinery, the place is dimly lit but you keep close to the ground, as you follow the pump pipes towards the light. 

“I don’t know if I believe him” You hear Johnny say. You keep moving slow, looking down at your feet every now and then to make sure you’re not going to bump into anything. There’s the sound of flesh hitting flesh. A punch maybe? A slap? 

“I promise I’ll leave her alone.” The voice breaks, as you take another step, you see Simon and Johnny with their backs to you. The man is sat in a chair, you’re holding your breath. Johnny is stood with his arms crossed while Simon rubs his ungloved hand. You watch straining to listen with the noise of the pumps working. It’s Ryan, he looks scared, his eyes wide his cheek red, you think you can see tears. You almost feel sorry for him then you remember why he’s here, what he did today, has been doing for months then you feel angry. 

“Nope, still not sure.” Johnny says. Simon looks at Johnny and you watch as his fist crashes into Ryan's face. His head snaps painfully and you have to bite your cheek to stop yourself gasping out loud. 

“Who are you anyway her new boyfriend?” Ryan asks looking at Johnny. You don’t hear what Johnny says as he bends down to speak to him. 

“I promise I won’t see her again.” He says. Johnny lets out a long sigh taking a step back. This time Simon’s fist slams into his stomach and he doubles over in pain. As much as he can, a grunt leaves his mouth. 

“Fuck what do I have to do to make you believe me?” He coughs. You’re frozen in place watching Johnny and Simon towering above him, you imagine Ryan being replaced with your ex. Is this what they did to him? Beat him to a pulp so bad he killed himself?  

“You need to prove it, you need to never see her again. Unless you want to see us again. And trust me you really don’t want to see us again.” Johnny says. You watch as Ryan’s eyes flick from Simon to Johnny. Johnny turns to look at Simon, his head looks towards you and your eyes meet.

You freeze which is the exact opposite of what you want to happen, your eyes wide as you watch Johnny’s head snap back to Simon. You’re not breathing but you force your body to move. You’re not even sure he saw you. He looked at you for a second if that.

You hear Johnny talking as your crawl your way to the door. Another slap of skin to skin fills the room, cutting through the noise of the pumps. As soon as the cool night air hits your face you’re on your feet running to the car. You fumble with the keys sitting back in the chair.

You pull your hood down and the mask off your face almost like it’s stopping you from breathing. You take in sucks of air, pulling the gloves off your shaking hands and shoving everything back in your pocket. You look at the door to the building expecting Johnny and Simon to come rushing out and scream at you for peaking but nothing happens. In nothing happens for what feels like hours.

When the door finally opens you wait watching them walk out with Ryan between them the hood back on his head. He’s silent, walking slower then before not trying to fight Simon or Johnny. Johnny won’t look at you, there’s a glint in his eye, he seems disappointed. He doesn’t say anything just walks straight past the car as Simon gets in the drivers seat. 

“How did it go?” You ask handing him the keys. 

“Fine.” He says starting the engine. You watch out the side mirror as Johnny’s car pulls away.

“Now what?” You ask, trying to hide the shakiness in your voice. 

“We wait, see if he really will leave her alone.” Simon says, you look at him as he takes his mask off and smiles at you. You smile back. 

“Lets go home.” He says reaching down for the gear stick. You feel sick and turn your attention out the window. He’s still the same Simon you love, you don’t feel any different. Only now you’ve broken his trust and he doesn’t even know.         ��  

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You get into your flat. Simon didn’t see you but Johnny did. Johnny didn’t say anything. He won’t say anything, you hope he won’t say anything. You’re exhausted, Simon can sense it too. His hands find your waist when he’s kicked his shoes off and he bends down to kiss you. You kiss him back, hoping he wont sense the hesitation. 

“What’s wrong?” He asks. Fuck.

“Tired,” you say his thumb comes up to rub your cheek. He smiles at you. 

“Want me to sleep on the sofa?” He still asks every time, even though you insist he always uses the bed. You grab his wrist leading him to the bedroom. You stand at the foot of the bed looking at he barrier you made out of the separate duvets you both sleep under. You want to do this you can do this. You trust Simon, even with what you’ve seen tonight.

He’s the person you call when you need help, he’s the person you want to wrap their arms around you and tell you everything is going to be okay. You pull the duvet Simon has been using on the floor then take yours and throw it in the air so it covers the whole bed. You can do this, sleep under the same covers as him. He would never hurt you. His arms wrap around your stomach and he kisses your neck. 

“You sure?” He asks. You nod turning in his arms looking up in his eyes. He’s nothing like the man you saw in the pump room. He’s soft, kind, loving. He was right, there is a big difference between Simon and Ghost. You reach up to kiss him wrapping your arms round his neck pushing your body up against him. You’re sure about this, you need to feel him near you. You need to remind yourself you’re safe and he would never hurt you. You pull away from the kiss. 

“Let me brush my teeth, I’ll be right back.” You say, he nods and you head to the bathroom. You change into pajamas and brush your teeth trying to distract yourself from what you saw today. You’re more concerned about Johnny, he saw you you’re sure he did. He could tell Simon then what if Simon thinks you’ve broken his trust. You promised you would stay away.

You leave the bathroom, when you get into the bedroom you see Simon. He’s changed his shirt, you look over at the bag he’s started bringing with him. Always full with a few days worth of clothes, his tablet and a toothbrush. He pulls the duvet back a little for you and you slip into bed.

You turn to the side slowly inching your body close to him. Your bare legs touch his, he’s wearing sweatpants. He’s going to be hot. His hand is on your face, pulling you up to him and he kisses your forehead. His body turns in the bed and you’re lying face to face. You can feel his body as your arms wrap round him your head being burred in his chest.

You can hear his heartbeat. He’s warm his touch is gentle his arms wrapping round you and pulling you against him giving you squeeze. It feels nice being in his arms like this, your hands moving to stroke his chest. You can feel each muscle, each scar, his chest rising and falling. 

“I’m so proud of you.” He says. It makes you smile, then a hot rod of guilt, like you’ve just been stabbed in the heart. You close your eyes trying to will it away. You broke his trust, you made a promise and you broke it. 

“Simon.” You say your voice quiet as you muster up the courage. He hums waiting for you to continue. 

“I saw you work tonight. In the pump house. I watched you.” There you’ve said it, the pain doesn’t go away. His arms leave you, his warm embrace gone. You open your eyes to look at him. There's a look you've never seen before.

Fear.

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[choerrysjubiles]

She's So Lethal

pairing: winter x fem!reader

warning: smut! lesbian sex <3 also dubcon and alcohol

wc: 1.7k

a/n: playlist: wasteurtime - kevin walkman / jennifer's body - nxdia / mine - slayyyter / qupiya alpha

The LED lights were bold, coloring everything on the first floor red. You were stuck between a couple and some weirdo talking to you. You originally went to the kitchen for some alcohol for the pouch of mixer you pocketed but became occupied with the couple having a not so quiet argument beside the ice chests.

While listening in on them some random guy started chatting you up. He didn't look like a fraternity guy, he was too non frat boy. He was hunched over with his hands nervously playing with each other.

"You don't come here often, huh?" He asked, taking a sip of whatever concoction he was drinking.

"Doesn't seem like you come here, either?" You replied, trying to find a way out.

"How would you know?" He tried leaning in closer.

You took a step back, glaring at the guy before you felt someone walk beside you.

"Are there any more bottles?"

Minjeong's voice was soft as you turned towards her.

"Some are hidden below the sink." You answered.

You just saw some frat boy sneakily grab some, pretending to tie his shoe as he grabbed two half gallons of something.

"Thank you!" Winter said.

She knelt down to the cupboard and snuck some bottles out.

"Y/n, come hang, I'm sure my company can't be worse than this guy."

You felt a sigh of relief escape you, following Minjeong somewhere upstairs. You found a small room, almost hidden off, with her group of friends.

You knew a few of them but your friends often warned you of Minjeong and her entourage. Saying stuff like "She'll eat you and spit you out!" "She's bad news!" She ruins peoples lives!"

But you were too curious to not get close.

She walked you to a further room, this being some study room? You were sure it was some meeting room or study room in the frat house. Minjeong lead you into a bedroom, already there was a blanket and some cups set out. Soft purple LED strips colored the room a reddish purple color.

"Sorry about that."

"Don't worry." You assured her.

Sitting down she poured a cup of some strong liquor for you. Taking a sip, you grimaced at the taste. She giggled at your reaction before taking a sip of her own cup.

"Ah I snuck these." You said, handing her a mix pouch.

"Nice!" Minjeong grabbed one, adding a bit to her cup before mixing it around.

The alcohol burned on your tongue, a sharp, disgusting taste that hurt. After some sips with the mixer it became tolerable. The fruity taste almost overtaking the alcohol as you continued adding liquor into your cup.

The more sips you took the hazier the room got. You were still conscious, just a little bit tipsy. Looking over at Minjeong she was staring at you.

"Is something wrong?" You asked.

"You're just really pretty." She leaned in to whisper into your ear.

You felt your cheeks flush, "You're really pretty, too."

"Am I?" She asked, getting closer to your face.

"Very."

"How pretty?"

Your eyes flicked around her face before she leaned in and kissed your lips. Your hand grabbed onto her cheek as she crawled closer. She pulled her lips away, looking at you.

"You're so pretty." You stared at her, eyes flicking from her eyes to her lips, her nose, her hair.

She smirked at she leaned back in to kiss you. You felt yourself leaning down as Minjeong crawled on top, deepening your kiss. Her mouth tasted like liquor but the way she was dragging her tongue against yours was worth the flavor.

You felt yourself moan against her as she began licking and sucking along your tongue.

"You're sweet." Minjeong said, moving her mouth to kiss down your neck.

"I'm sweet?"

"As sweet as sugar, baby."

Your hand moved to her shoulder, trying to grip onto anything to stabilize yourself. You felt her hands wander your body, there was a delay in what you were feeling and what your mind was comprehending, stopping at your boobs to massage them through your shirt.

"Are you feeling good?" She asked.

"Yes." You gasped.

She lifted your torso up, shedding your shirt before laying you back down. She drug her tongue along your skin as her hands removed your bra. Minjeong cupped your boobs as she gave a light suck onto your nipple.

"Mmm." You moaned, neck craned up to look at her.

"Your boobs are so soft."

She licked across the underside of your boob to your nipple, closing her lips around it. Minjeong continued sucking and licking along your boobs as your breathing grew heavy. She was enjoying herself, pinching your nipples as she dripped her saliva onto your skin. Rubbing it in before slurping along your bud.

Minjeong slowly moved down, undoing your bottoms and panties before spreading your knees far apart.

"Wait," You gasped as Winter looked up at you, "you're still dressed."

"I am." She smiled at you.

She went down to take a wide lick at your core.

"Minjeong." You gasped.

She looked down at your soaked pussy, still holding your knees apart despite your weak attempt at closing them.

"You're as sweet your lips."

You're breathing never grew better as you gasped, "I am?"

Mingjeong brought her right hand to your core, teasing along your clit before pushing two of her fingers inside you. Her fingers were scissoring and moving around your walls, it felt so weird feeling someone else's fingers inside you. You were staring up at her, feeling a flood of arousal drip out of you as your felt her fingers move around.

Pulling them out, a trail of precum connected you to her fingers, she brought them to your lips. You parted your lips, eagerly wrapping your lips around her and sucking your arousal off.

"Good girl." She praised.

She helped your stand up before moving the blanket to a bed, telling you to lay down. You did as she asked, laying down as she knelt between your legs. Minjeong still stared at your pussy, dripping onto the blanket as she returned her fingers to your entrance.

Two fingers thrusted in and out as her thumb angled to tap your clit. Every thrust made you moan or gasp or mewl, your head craned up to watch her hands. Her fingers felt so good touching you, you forgot you were completely exposed. She leaned upwards and sucked onto your breast, again.

You felt tight and hot, your core flexing more as you were going to cum.

"Minjeong, ah."

"Are you gonna cum?" She asked.

"Yes."

She leaned down, eyes glued to your pussy as she began pounding her fingers into your dripping core. Adding a third finger, you became a moaning mess. Her left hand rubbed your clit as your legs began to tense and pussy clench around her.

You fell onto the blanket, back arching as you felt yourself cum. Your mind was blank, only feeling the pleasure shock through your body.

Pulling her fingers out, Minjeong lapped at your core. Slurping up every drop of cum that came out of you.

"You're so sweet."

Cooling down, she crawled up to straddle your lap.

"Can I eat you out." You asked.

"Can I sit on your face?" She asked.

You eagerly nodded as she crawled up, removing her bottoms before hovering above you. No matter how calm or collected she looked, her pussy was dripping just as much as yours.

Licking a broad stripe upwards, she groaned as your tongue was flooded with her arousal. She was sweet, super thick, and you felt intoxicated drinking her up.

You lapped at her entrance before licking up to her clit, her hands snaked down to hold onto your hair. Minjeong's fingers lacing as her hips began rocking.

"Ah." She moaned.

Her clit continued bumping your nose as your flat tongue lapped at her. You moved your hand up, wrapping from her back to front to tap along her clit.

"Right there." Minjeong gasped.

You stiffened your tongue, pushing to forward for her to ride against. Clit bumping your fingers, tongue, and nose as she rode out her high. Her hips grew erratic as she felt herself cum.

"Y/n." She gasped before feeling her legs grow weak.

She crawled off of you before sitting on the bed. Her chest was taking in sharp breaths of air as she looked at you.

"You're good." Minjeong complimented.

"Thank you." You replied, feeling a bit proud of the comment.

"Where's your phone?"

You handed Minjeong your phone as she was putting her number in your contacts.

"Text me next time you're at another party."

Tossing your phone onto the bed, She crawled on top of you, kissing your lips before pushing your back down onto the bed. She continued kissing you, hands wandering your body before spreading your thighs open.

She grabbed your left thigh, bringing it to stand upwards against her shoulder as she aligned her pussy to yours. Slowly rubbing and thrusting her hips into yours. You both moaned at the sensation.

"You're so wet from my pussy." Minjeong groaned, "You eat pussy so good it gets you off, huh."

"Yes." You gasp, arms grabbing at the blanket.

Every bump and rub made your legs fold into themselves, feeling so good as Minjeong continued moaning. She knelt down to get your clits as close together as they could be, hips spurring into yours as she was chasing her high.

"I wish I had a fucking vibe right now."

"Let's change." You said.

You two move to face each other, legs spread open as you push as close together as you could. Your fingers began teasing and dipping into her pussy as Minjeong rubbed your clit.

She moved closer, interlocking your legs together as both hands stimulated you. Fingering and rubbing you as you did the same for her.

Her core was wet and dripped everywhere on the blanket, your fingers occasionally slipping out as you pumped them inside her.

After some thrusts you felt her clench around you. She continued flicking your clit as you came around her.

Winter fell forward onto you, breathing heavily as you rubbed her back.

"I'm definitely keeping you." She said before kissing your lips.