#and we were both trying to do subtle flirting for OVER A YEAR AND A HALF. and neither of us made a proper move 😭😭

[dandyshucks]

i keep thinking about it and i really think the way Junebug finds out Guz likes them (because I'm an overthinking goober) is a drunk confession from him 😭

he probably gets really wasted one evening celebrating some sort of win for team skull and I'm sitting in another room where it's quiet and I'm doing something like reading or drawing, and he comes stumbling in because he misses me even though it's only been like less than an hour since he last saw me, and WAIT this is turning into an actual writing thing okay um uh - (1k words on the dot comin atcha)

Junebug looks up from their berry studies, grinning when they see what a mess Guzma is. "How're you doing there? You look a little rough around the edges," they tease, setting their book aside.

The man's face twists into a sloppy grin and he chuckles. "Nah, nah, nah, m'fine, m'fine. Jus' missed you, wanted to see ya...." He makes his (slightly stumbling) way over to the desk Juno's sitting at, before slumping down to the floor and leaning back against one of the trainer's legs. "Missed ya soooo much, missed seein' your face."

The face in question is now bright red, and Juno twists their head around to shield it from Guzma's gaze. "Sorry if I left too early, I just-"

"Nah, nah, not'n issue. Jus' like seein' your face. Havin' ya around." He leans back and sighs happily. "Makes me feel warm inside."

Face aflame, Juno sits for a moment, lost for words. "Oh, uh, I'm... glad I can... do that for you." He's not implying anything extra. You're just friends. This isn't anything other than a good friendship. Juno repeats this over and over in their head as Guzma settles even more heavily against them, leaning his whole weight against their leg now. Juno pulls themself together, the weight grounding them. "Guz, you're gonna knock us both over if you keep leaning on me like this. Here, let's adjust if you're going to hang out for a bit, okay? If you want to talk that's fine, but otherwise I'm just going to keep working on my studies here."

Guzma groans as he sits up, and Juno moves onto the floor over to the wall behind the desk.

Patting the floor beside them, they say, "Come over here, okay? Just don't crush the leaves in this bag; I'm sketching them out right now."

With another groan, he shuffles himself over to sit against the wall, before grabbing the bag Juno had held up from their lap. "S'bunch'a leaves?" he slurs out.

"Berry plant leaves," clarifies Juno. "I'm drawing them for some notes I have." They point to one of them, brushing against Guzma's hand as they do so, and say, "These one's are from the Oran plant; I brought them from home to compare with any I find here."

With a smile, Guzma grasps Juno's hand with his, carefully setting the bag down so he can bring that hand to trace the outlines of their fingers. Juno feels their face grow hot again, and they look away to the right. "Your hands are so small..." he muses, sounding almost awed.

Juno stays quiet, but turns their head back to look over at him again.

"I like your hands," he says decidedly. "Like 'em a lot." He looks up at them suddenly, a shy grin stretched across his face. "I like you a lot, too, the whole you. Every piece of ya. Nothin' I don't like." He raises a hand to place against their face. "Y'so pretty... 'n' small... like one'a my bugs..."

They can't help but laugh at that, and he laughs too, feeling them shake with mirth under his hand. "Your bugs are pretty?" Juno asks with a disbelieving smile.

"Not prettier than you. You're the prettiest bug around."

Juno laughs again, shaking their head and pulling away from him. "Guz, you're so drunk right now."

Guzma shakes his head, placing a firm but gentle hand on their face to turn it back to his. "Nahhh, I'm - ... well yeah, I'm pretty fuckin' wasted right now, I know that, I know." He laughs before continuing, "But I also know I like ya a lot an' I'm happy I'm finally tellin' ya. You really are the prettiest goddamn bug I ever saw, a little Junebug, and I'm so fuckin' glad I caught ya out in the forest that day or else the best goddamn thing in my life woulda passed me right on by!" He stares at their eyes earnestly, trying to convey just how real this all is for him.

As he talks, Juno's face softens, their eyebrows creasing up. "I'm glad I'm here, yeah," they say, pausing. They look down, opening their mouth to say more, glancing back up at Guzma's face, and then look back down as they shut their mouth again.

"Junebuuug," he says pleadingly. "You're holdin' out on me here, what're y'thinkin'?"

They shake their head, biting at their lip nervously.

He sighs. "Aight, aight, m'not gonna push ya. Lemme just sit here for a bit an' then I'll get outta your hair." He lets go of their face and leans back against the wall with another sigh. "Meant what I said though."

After a couple minutes of silence, interspersed by pencil scratches against paper, Juno finally asks quietly, "Which part?"

Guzma rolls his head around to look at them. "Huh?"

"Which part did you mean?"

He scratches the side of his nose. "Which part did I - oh, oh, wait, I gotcha. Am I really that drunk or did it just take ya forever for you to say anything?" He chuckles, slinging a hand over to shake their knee.

"Sorry, I was jus-"

"Don't worry about it, I'm just fuckin' with ya. You make it too easy!" He turns his body to face them properly and plants a heavy hand on their arm, still obviously drunk. "M'gonna say it again for you, really spell it out, aight?"

Juno bites at the inside of their cheek, looking up at him to meet his eyes, hands fidgeting.

He glances down to see that, and smiles, taking their hands in his. "I like you, Juno. An' I think you're a real goddamn catch. And I want you to stay here as long as you can, maybe forever, but I like ya and I like having you around." He pauses, searching for the right words in his alcohol-addled brain. "An' I'd give up a shit ton if it meant you'd be mine, y'know? I like ya a whole fuckin' lot."

[theuntoldstorythatneedsawriter]

Interview 📺🎤

Alexia Putellas x reader

warning : fluffy 💭💗

(my first language isn't english nor spanish, sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes)

Summary:

Interviewing the famous Alexia Putellas was a dream come true. Being a fan of football since a young age, finally being able to interview one of the best female footballers was truly an extatic. During this interview, Alexia slowly started flirting with you, teasing you slightly, smiling at you. After a few months of texting and going out, you become official. When another interview is organised with the two of you, the dynamic is a lot different than what it was a year ago.

You were living in a dream, growing up as a football fan, you could have never imagine in your life being able to interview the Alexia Putellas. You always admire her dedication, and leadership on the pitch. And imagining that in a few minute you would be sitting across from one of the best female footballers in the world felt surreal.

These past few days were a mix of excitement and nerves, revising till perfection every single word that you would adresse her, imagining every possible of scenario, having several anxiety attacks on what could go wrong.

You took a deep breath as you started hearing her footsteps coming closer and closer to the set.

(A) Hola debes ser la entrevistadora, ¿cómo estás?

hello you must be the interviewer, how are you ?

Estoy muy bien, gracias por preguntar. ¿Cómo estás?

I'm doing great, thank you for asking, how are you ?

Your thick English accent clearly coming through every word. She smiled at you.

English i see, lo estoy haciendo muy bien, gracias hermosa.

English i see, im doing great thank you beautiful.

You felt warm comming up to your cheeks, body frosen in shock, gay panic clearly sprend all over you as you try to make some kind of respond. She chuckled softly at you, eyes locked on yours.

Eres linda, me gustas. ¿Qué tal si comenzamos esta entrevista? Estoy emocionada por saber más sobre ti.

You're cute, i like you. how about we start this interview? im excited to know more about you.

You nobbed in response, not wanting to embarrass yourself more.

As you asked her about her incredible journey, her career highlights, her training, her winning the Ballon d'Or. She answered each question with her characteristic charm, but as the interview went on, something shifted. Her smiles stayed longer than necessary, her eyes sparkled with a teasing light, and there was a playful undertone to her responses. At first, you thought it was just your imagination. Then, she began making subtle comments. You laughed it off, trying to stay focused, but you couldn’t ignore the butterflies in your stomach.

After the interview, you both lingered a little longer than expected, exchanging stories beyond football, letting the professional wall between you slowly disappear. Over the next few months, what started as an innocent professional connection turned into something deeper. You found yourselves texting frequently, sharing small moments of your day. Each conversation, each meeting, felt electric, filled with a tension that neither of you could ignore. Eventually, the inevitable happened. Alexia asked you out, and from that moment, everything changed.

Months passed, and your relationship blossomed. You had kept it private, aware of the media’s prying eyes. Alexia was extremely private, but with you, she was open, playful, and warm in a way the public rarely saw.

A year after that first interview, another one was scheduled. this time, both of you knew it would be different. As you walked into the studio, memories of your initial interview flooded back. The dynamic between you was entirely different now, the polite, formal exchanges of last year were gone. Now, there was a sense of ease, familiarity, and affection that neither of you could hide.

The interview started, but this time, the teasing wasn’t subtle. Alexia grinned at you before answering each question, occasionally reaching across to touch your hand or throwing in a playful remark about your relationship. The camera crew noticed the chemistry immediately, exchanging knowing looks as you tried to maintain your composure.

Has cambiado un poco desde nuestra última entrevista, no recuerdo que estuvieras tan... distraído.

you've changed a bit since our last interview, I don’t remember you being so...distracted.

She said, smirking. You laughed, trying to keep it professional, but you could feel the blush creeping up your cheeks.

Creo que eres tú la que está distraída, Alexia.

I think it’s you who's distracted, Alexia.

The interview was a mix of serious questions and light-hearted banter. It wasn’t just about football this time; it was about the bond between you two, the connection that had grown from a shared passion for the sport into something far more personal. The audience could see it, and they loved it.

As the interview wrapped up, Alexia leaned in slightly, her voice just low enough for only you to hear.

¿Cena después de esto?

Dinner after this?

You smiled, feeling your heart race just like it did that first day.

Wouldn't miss it for the world.

[moonstruckme]

i sent the marauders question, tysm for answering :) could i request reader being embarrassed about her stutter and getting reassurance or maybe ordering at a restaurant? your writing always makes my day - thank you for doing it!

Thank you for requesting lovely!! I based the way I wrote this on a friend I had with a stutter, but that was some years ago so if it's inaccurate please let me know <3

cw: reader experiences anxiety/insecurity around stuttering

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 817 words

Remus can feel the tension radiating from you before the waitress even stops at your table. Your knee starts bouncing lightly. 

“Hi, are we ready to order?” She glances between you, and Remus lets you nod for the both of them. “Perfect!”

Her eyes go to you, but you turn to Remus, a desperate look in your eyes. He clears his throat. 

“Um, may I have the chocolate crepe?” he asks. The waitress blinks, refocusing on him. 

“Sure, with bacon or sausages?” 

“Sausages, please.” 

“Alright. And for you, love?” 

Your jaw is already tight, an anticipatory act Remus recognizes. He sets a hand on your knee under the table. You stop jiggling it, taking in a subtle breath. 

“May I please have the b…blueberry p…p…” Remus glances at the waitress. There’s new awareness in her expression, but otherwise it reads of nothing but patience. He rubs the side of your leg, and you try again. “Can I have the blueberry p…” 

Your hands have started to shake. Remus gives your knee an encouraging squeeze, but it’s no use. You look to him, a silent plea in your eyes. 

“The blueberry pancakes,” he says to your waitress. 

“Sounds good,” she says easily. “Short or tall stack?” 

Remus looks at you, but you’ve turned your head down towards your menu. 

“Tall,” he says. “Thanks.” 

“No problem.” She gathers up your menus. You don’t look up. “Let me know if you need anything else.” 

He waits until she’s well out of earshot to take your hand in his. It’s still trembling gently, like a butterfly flittering against his palm. 

“Sweetheart,” he says softly. “Hey, you’re okay.” 

You shake your head, angling your body towards his and away from the rest of the restaurant. He’s glad when you look at him, though the shame in your expression has spiderweb cracks spreading across his heart. 

“I’m s…so emb…b—” Your eyes pinch shut, and you blow out a harsh breath. 

Remus hates when you do this. When your tongue gets stuck and you let it lie. There’s so much defeat about you afterwards, it floats over your head like a gray cloud. But he knows this isn’t the time to push you. 

“You don’t need to be,” he tells you honestly. “You were doing great. Really, you know I don’t mind stepping in for you, but you could have handled it on your own.” 

You press your lips together and try to pull your hand from his, but Remus interlaces your fingers. He can feel your pulse pounding against the butt of his palm when he presses down. 

“Relax, dove.” 

You take a breath. Swallow. “She was annoyed with me,” you say.

He shakes his head. “She didn’t care.” 

“I was using up t…too much time.”

“How do you figure?” 

“She has other tables.” 

Remus smiles slightly, stroking his thumb up the length of yours. “Look around, sweetheart. This place isn’t packed. I don’t think she was in any rush.” 

A flicker of uncertainty crosses your expression. Your knee starts to bounce again, but this time Remus only setting his thigh against yours gets it to stop. 

“I think,” he says quietly, “that you have a tendency to assume you’re bothering people when you’re not.” Your gaze flits away from his eyes, then back, and Remus holds it there. He hopes you can see all the sincerity he feels in them. “She didn’t give a shit how you were speaking. She wasn’t annoyed with you, she was probably just thinking about the next question she’d have to ask. Anyway, everyone likes pretty girls. That’s just basic psychology.” 

You snort. “If you want me to really start stuttering, keep flirting with me in public,” you say. But something about you has loosened, and Remus feels himself relaxing in response. 

“If you want to keep me from it,” he replies, “you’re going to have to come up with a legitimately troublesome consequence.” 

You turn away from him, but not before he sees the edge of the smile you’re trying to hide. He gives your hand a little tug. 

“I have a question for you, darling.” 

“No, I think you’re d…done.” 

“Come on,” he urges, “it’s a serious question.” 

When you turn back around, you’ve stowed away your amusement but it’s poorly concealed, shining through your eyes. “Hm?” 

“Are you going to be able to enjoy your pancakes here,” he asks sincerely, “or would you rather I get us boxes so we can eat at home?” 

You think on it for a minute, your gaze wandering about the restaurant. Remus can speculate what you’re looking for: gawping tables, kids turned around in their booths to listen, your waitress whispering furtively by the host’s station. You don’t find any of it. 

“I think I’ll b…be okay eating here,” you tell him, turning your eyes up to his almost sheepishly, “thanks.” 

Remus gives your hand a squeeze. “Attagirl.” 

[nvrsaidiwasinurcloset]

Hi! i love your writing and i was wondering if you would do an Ethan Landry x Reader smut, where they’re bestfriends and they get high and Ethan takes Readers V card?

Hellooooo! I wrote this a lot fluffier than my normal stuff, lol. I hope you like it! :)

Tongue Tied - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: You get extra touchy with Ethan whenever you get high, but he finally says something about it and it leads to other things.

*There is drug usage in this, specifically marijuana. Those of us that are familiar with it and have a good reaction, know that you're capable of consent in most cases*

A/N: I wanted to write something like this forever ago, and it finally got requested :)

One of the ways you liked to unwind with Ethan was to get high. It didn’t happen often, but when it did, the two of you laughed at everything. It was nice to have that escape for a few hours, just enjoying your time with each other.

There was one time you both ate a weed gummies around the rest of your friends, and they had no idea. Chad’s eyes grew wide as he watched Ethan pull you into his lap to show you a funny meme on his phone, before looking over to Tara, “Is there something going on with them?”

She shrugged her shoulders, just as confused as Chad was.

There’s always been subtle flirting between the two of you, but it was way less subtle when you were high. He’s been your best friend since you met him in freshman year. He was there to help you pick the pieces back up after some loser broke your heart, and you’ve been close ever since. Around that time was when you first started to try edibles, and Ethan didn’t want you to try them alone. Plus, the boy was hopelessly in love with you, and loved that it helped him gain some confidence. He craved the affection he'd get from you, even though it was just simple touches.

“Ethannn,” you whined as you sat on his living room floor. He walked back from the kitchen with a family-sized bag of Cheetos, his eyes glazed over.

“Whaaaat?” he responded, taking a seat beside you.

You snuggled up to him as you leaned against the couch, his arm wrapping around you.

“Nothing, I just wanted you to come back. I missed you,” you said, your hand tracing along his stomach.

His thoughts were deeper than they usually were when he was high. His mind couldn’t stop racing as he felt your hand on him.

“Why are you only like this with me when we’re stoned?” he asked, sadness in his tone.

“What do you mean?” you asked, pulling away so you could look at him.

“I get that you’re my best friend and I probably shouldn’t feel this way…but I like it when you cuddle up to me,” he sighed, “I just wish it could happen when we aren’t high.”

“Aww, Ethan. I didn’t know you felt that way,” you said, smiling at him. “I guess I just get less nervous to be like this with you. I’d like for it to happen when we’re sober.”

He smiled as he looked at you. “Really?”

“Yes,” you said softly, leaning in to kiss him.

It was a simple kiss at first, that led to you straddling him as his back rested against the couch. Your hands were in his hair, while his hands were on your hips. You started to grind against him when he stopped you.

“We need to stop, you’re making me hard,” he said, his breathing heavy from the intensity of the kiss.

“What if I don’t want to stop?” you asked, a playful smirk on your lips.

“We’re high, babe. I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret,” he said, as his hands rubbed your hips.

His eyes were needy but sympathetic. He felt awful rejecting you when he wanted this so badly.

“You do know that I’m not blitzed out of my mind right now, right? I’m not too high to consent to this,” you said, “But if you don’t want to, I understand.”

You started to move off his lap, but his hands held your hips in place. “No, I want to.”

Your mouth reconnected with his, as your hips started to grind against him again. Gasps were slipping past hips lips against yours as you started to get wet.

“We really need to stop, unless your goal is to make me cum in my pants,” he said, as you giggled at his words.

“You want to go to your room?” you asked, kissing him again.

“Yes,” he said, as you started to crawl off his lap.

He held your hand as he led you to his room, and you felt like you should be nervous, but you weren’t. You knew that Ethan would take care of you, and the effects of the THC made you relax, anyway.

“Hey, you sure you’re okay with this?” Ethan asked, as he kissed your neck.

“Yes, I want to do this,” you whimpered, as he started to suck on your sweet spot.

“Okay, but you have to promise me that you’ll stop me if you get uncomfortable with anything,” he whispered as he backed you up towards his bed.

“I promise,” you giggled out, as you landed on the comforter.

He hovered over you, smiling as he looked at your face. You looked so content and happy with what was about to happen, and he was grateful that you wanted to experience your first time with him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, before he kissed you.

His hands started to slowly roam, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. Once his hand started to feel you up over your shirt, you were moaning out at the feeling. You pushed him away to pull your shirt over your head, then reconnected your lips with his.

“Someone’s eager,” he laughed, as his hands roamed the newly exposed skin.

“I need you,” you whimpered, as he got harder than he thought was even possible.

“This is your first time, baby. Let me take care of you,” he said, kissing down your neck, noticing the love bite he left a few minutes prior. “Can I take your bra off of you?”

You nodded your head, as he pulled up to look at your face. “I need you to use your words, okay?”

“Yes, please take it off of me,” you said, desperation in your tone.

He reached behind you as you lifted enough for his hands to unhook it, gently sliding the straps down your arms. His eyes widened as he looked at your chest. You started to feel a little self-conscious as he gawked at you, so you started to cover yourself with your arms.

“No baby, you’re perfect. Don’t do that,” he said, pulling your arms away to place gently kisses down your chest.

“Oh shit,” you gasped, as his tongue flicked across one of your nipples. He repeated his action a few more times, before moving to the other side.

Your breathing got heavier as he trailed kisses over your stomach, stopping at the top of your pants.

“Can I take these off you?” he asked, his hand reaching for the button of your jeans.

“Please,” you said, as he started to smirk. He loved how badly you wanted this, because it’s how badly he’s wanted this since you first got close to him.

He unbuttoned them and slid the zipper down, as you lifted your hips so he could slide them down over the curve of your ass. After he pulled them past your ankles, his hands started to caress your legs. They moved higher and higher, getting closer to where you needed him. He watched your face as his fingertips brushed against your inner thighs. Your breathing was heavy as he teased you a little.

“I know I’ve said this before, but I really need you,” you said, desperate for some attention on your throbbing core.

His fingers brushed against your clothed pussy as your breath hitched in your throat.

“You okay,” he whispered, as his finger ran over your clothed clit.

“Yes,” you whimpered, “It feels good.”

He groaned as he felt your wetness start to soak through your panties. “Can I take these off, too?”

Your heart started to race at his words. “Yes.”

You weren’t nervous to do this with Ethan, you had no reason to be. You were a little worried about the pain, the concern evident on your face.

“What’s on your mind?” he asked, sliding your panties down your hips.

“I’m just scared that this is going to hurt,” you said, your eyes connecting with his.

“I’m going to make sure you’re prepped to take it, baby. And I’ll go really slow, as slow as you want. If you want to stop at any point, let me know. I won’t be upset,” he said, as his hands rubbed your thighs.

“Thank you for being so sweet,” you said, as his fingers lazily laced with yours as he sat on his knees in between your legs.

“I want this to be special for you,” he smiled, “You mean so much to me.”

He kissed down your stomach, inching closer to your dripping pussy. His hands were still connected to yours as he licked a stripe up your clit.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned, his tongue lapping against you.

He loved the way your hands gripped his as his mouth moved against you. He didn’t know his feelings could’ve gotten even stronger for you, but you trusting him as much as you did made his heart swell.

“Hey baby, I need this, I’m sorry,” he said, pulling one of his hands away from yours.

Your freehand went to his curls as his tongue traced patterns on your clit. He slowly slid one finger into your entrance. You took it with ease, moaning at the feeling. He pumped it in and out of you for a few minutes before adding a second finger.

“You okay?” he asked, his head lifting to look at you as he worked his fingers inside of you.

You moaned out a “Yes”, pushing his head back down. He laughed as he dove back in, your whines getting louder.

“Ethannn,” you whimpered, “I feel weird.”

His eyes connected with your panicked ones, as his fingers went harder against that special spot inside you.

“Oh fuck oh fuck,” you moaned, your legs starting to shake.

He hummed against your clit as you cried out, your vision starting to get fuzzy as the new, amazing feeling washed over you. Your chest was heaving as his movements got a little slower, until they stopped completely.

“I know you’re a virgin…but is that the first orgasm you’ve ever had?” he asked, smiling at the blissful look on your face.

“Yes…I’ve tried to do it myself and never could,” you sighed, “I thought I was broken.”

“You’re not broken, you’re perfect.”

He snuggled up beside you on the bed, caressing everywhere that his hands could reach.

“I love you, Ethan,” you said, turning your head to look at him.

He had a goofy smile on his face as he whispered, “I love you, too.”

“So, how about we finish what we started?” you said, as your hand ran down his chest to the bulge in his jeans.

He hissed at the contact, and quickly started to take his pants off.

“Let me grab a condom,” he said, before rummaging through the drawer beside his bed.

You saw the outline of his hard cock through his boxers and had no idea how it was going to fit inside of you. He slid his boxers down his hips and ran his fingers over your dripping pussy.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he said, pulling his hand away from you to put the condom on.

He saw your cheeks turn pink at his words. “Don’t be embarrassed, baby. I love it.”

He brushed his tip against your clit, the action making you squirm as he tried to line up with your entrance. “Quit wiggling,” he laughed, as he slid the tip in. “This might hurt a little, but I’m going to take it slow.”

“Okay,” you whimpered, as he slowly started to inch into you.

He stopped as soon as he saw your face wince at the pain. “Hey, it’s okay baby.”

He stayed still, letting you adjust to what was already inside of you. Your hips started to move a little as you relaxed. “Just a couple more inches, babe.”

He slid the rest of his hard cock inside of you with ease, but didn’t move. He wanted to know you were ready.

“Please fuck me,” you whined, the pressure of the fullness making your head spin.

“I’m not going to fuck you, baby. I’m going to make love to you,” he said, gasping as he started to move his hips. You had butterflies in your stomach as he leaned down to kiss you. His fingers laced with yours as he pinned your hands beside your head.

The slight pain you were feeling started to fade as he moved inside you. You were a moaning mess underneath him, loving the feeling. He let go of your hands, so he could support his weight with one of them, and the other could snake down your body to your throbbing clit.

“That feel good, baby?” he asked, as you whimpered your response. Your hands ran over his arms and chest, as you started to get the same feeling from earlier.

His fingers moved faster against your clit when he felt you tighten around him. Your toes started to curl as your hips began to jolt.

“Oh fuck, Ethan,” you whined, your arms shaking as you tried to hold onto him.

“You’re so tight,” he said, pumping into you a few more times before his hips started to still.

You both stared at each other as you caught your breath. You could feel the love radiating off him, as he leaned down to kiss you.

“How was it?” he asked, slowly sliding out of you.

“That was amazing, thank you,” you said, your voice strained from all the moaning.

“No, thank you for trusting me.”

Your high started to wear off as he led you to the bathroom.

“Let’s take a shower,” he said, nuzzling his face into your neck as you walked in front of the mirror.

Your eyes grew wide as you saw the giant purple patch on your neck.

“Thank god for concealer,” you laughed, as he smiled against you.

“I love you baby,” he whispered, his hands rubbing your hips.

“I love you, too.”

[theodorenmyth]

Part 2 on the Hunter eyes? Idk if you got request a part 2 but I found the Hunter eyes with mattheo very alluring since Hunter eyes are very attractive. Especially with glasses

Failed Persuasion

Pairings ; Mattheo Riddle x M!Reader

Summary ; In a modern office setting, Mattheo Riddle has just become the new boss, and you, his ambitious employee, approach him seeking a bonus. Confidently trying to persuade him, you flirt subtly, hoping it’ll work in your favor. However, things take a turn when Mattheo pulls you onto his lap, teasing and whispering in your ear, flustering you completely. He makes it clear that bonuses aren’t just given—they’re earned—and hints that if you stay and fulfill his desires, you’ll get what you want. The power dynamic shifts as Mattheo takes control, leaving you with no choice but to agree.

A/n ; enjoy hun!!

Warnings ; slight nsfw, persuasion, reader being a tease to Matty, lap-sitting, boss!mattheo

Wordcount ; 1.2k+

The office buzzed with the steady hum of voices, phones ringing in the distance, and the faint tap of keyboards. You sat at your desk, eyes scanning over the reports in front of you. The promotion of Mattheo Riddle to the head of the company had sent waves through the office. The man was practically a legend in his family, both feared and respected. He hadn’t been in charge long, but you’d already seen him make a mark.

You stretched in your chair, loosening your tie. Mattheo was in his office right now, probably reviewing numbers, or plotting his next move. You had an idea, though. You needed a bonus, and you weren’t shy about using a bit of persuasion to get what you wanted. The two of you had shared plenty of lingering looks over the years, subtle flirtations, but you never acted on them��until now.

Grinning to yourself, you pushed away from your desk and made your way to his office. A few heads turned as you walked, but you were focused, your mind already playing out how this conversation would go.

Reaching his office door, you gave it a sharp knock.

“Come in,” Mattheo’s deep voice called from inside.

Taking a breath, you pushed the door open and stepped inside. Mattheo was sitting at his desk, his dark eyes flicking up to meet yours. He leaned back in his chair, his hands resting on the armrests, and there was a glint of curiosity in his gaze.

“Busy?” you asked casually, closing the door behind you.

Mattheo raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Depends on what you want.”

You stepped forward, moving confidently, though your heart beat faster. “I was thinking we could have a little chat.”

Mattheo’s smirk widened, but he didn’t say anything, just gestured for you to continue.

You leaned against the edge of his desk, crossing your arms. “I’ve been doing good work for you, haven’t I? Thought maybe it’s time for a bonus. I mean, the company’s thriving, and I’d say I’ve had a hand in that.”

Mattheo watched you closely, his expression unreadable. “A bonus, huh?”

“Yeah,” you replied, leaning in just a little, your voice taking on a persuasive edge. “I think it’s fair.”

For a moment, it seemed like it might work. Mattheo’s eyes flickered with something you couldn’t quite read, and then he leaned forward, placing his hands on the desk. “You think I’m just going to hand you a bonus because you ask nicely?”

Your confidence faltered for a split second, but you held your ground, flashing a charming smile. “You know I’ve earned it, Mattheo.”

He stood suddenly, towering over you. Before you could react, his hands were on your waist, pulling you around the desk and into his lap. Your breath caught in your throat, heart pounding as you found yourself sitting on him, face inches from his. His grip was firm, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that sent heat flooding through you.

“You think that’s how it works?” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous, sending shivers down your spine.

“I—” you start, but your words get caught in your throat as he tightens his grip slightly, his thumb brushing your side in a way that makes you shiver.

His tone is teasing, but there’s an edge to it that makes your stomach flip. You try to speak again, but Mattheo shifts his position, his arm wrapping around your waist to pull you even closer. His other hand rests on your thigh, the heat of his palm seeping through the fabric of your pants.

“Let me tell you something,” he whispers, his voice low and rough, making it impossible for you to focus on anything else. “I’m the boss now. You don’t get a damn thing unless I want you to have it.”

Your breath hitches, and you can’t help the way your body reacts. Every nerve feels like it’s on fire, and Mattheo knows it. You can feel his smirk against your ear, his amusement palpable as he leans back slightly, giving you just enough space to meet his eyes.

He looks thoroughly entertained, his dark eyes glinting with something dangerous and teasing. “You’re not very good at hiding how flustered you are.”

You swallow hard, trying to gather your thoughts, but it’s impossible with Mattheo’s hands on you, with the weight of his gaze burning into you.

“Mattheo...” you start again, your voice unsteady, but he cuts you off.

“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” He tilts his head slightly, his smirk growing as his hand squeezes your thigh lightly. “You walked in here so confidently, ready to get what you want. What happened?”

“You think I didn’t see this coming?” he murmurs, his lips so close to your ear that it sends a shiver down your spine. “Walking in here, trying to sweet-talk me into giving you what you want?”

Mattheo’s lips twitched, and he leaned in closer, his breath brushing against your ear. “You’ve always been ambitious, haven’t you?” he whispered, his voice like velvet. “Always pushing, always trying to get ahead.” His lips barely grazed your skin as he spoke, and you felt a shiver run down your spine.

Your hands rested on his shoulders, but you were quickly losing your composure, his proximity making it harder to think straight. “I just… thought it would be mutually beneficial,” you managed, your voice coming out weaker than you intended.

Mattheo chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through his chest. “Oh, I bet you did,” he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. “But let me tell you something…” He paused, his lips grazing the shell of your ear, sending your pulse racing. “You don’t just ask for a bonus. You earn it.”

Your breath hitched, and before you could respond, his hand slid up your thigh, his fingers ghosting over your skin through your pants. The room felt too warm, too intimate, and you were painfully aware of every inch of his body pressed against yours.

“M-Mattheo…” you stammered, trying to keep control, but the way he touched you, the way he whispered in your ear, was making your head spin.

“Shh,” he murmured, his voice dangerously low. “You’ve been working hard, haven’t you?” His hand moved higher, his grip tightening slightly as he smirked against your ear. “Maybe I could give you a reward, but it’s going to cost you.”

You swallowed hard, your hands gripping his shoulders tighter. “Cost me… how?”

Mattheo chuckled again, his lips now trailing down the side of your neck. “Oh, I think you know,” he whispered, his voice sending another shiver through your body. “I could give you that bonus… but only if you stay.”

Your body tensed at the implication, and you couldn’t deny the thrill running through you. His fingers tightened on your waist, and his lips lingered just below your jaw. “Stay,” he whispered again, his voice so quiet it was almost a growl. “And I’ll make sure you get what you want.”

Heat flushed your cheeks, and your mind raced, but deep down, you already knew your answer. The power dynamic between you had shifted, and Mattheo had you exactly where he wanted.

“Fine,” you breathed out, your voice shaking slightly. “I’ll stay.”

Mattheo pulled back slightly, his dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Good,” he murmured, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your thigh. “Now, let’s discuss exactly what I’ll be getting in return for that bonus of yours.”

Your heart pounded in your chest, and you bit your lip, knowing that this conversation was about to take a turn you wouldn’t be forgetting anytime soon.

[melswifeasf]

i saw your request for asks so i thought i’d try, if anything makes you uncomfortable/is weird to write then change it ofc and thank you if you do write it :) 

okay so i really love pissed off sam and was thinking about this: reader and sam are together but are keeping it a secret bc sam wants to (reader isn’t extremely happy about it but okay with it), reader goes with tara to this party from the beginning of scream vi and when sam comes to get both tara and reader back home, she sees someone flirting with reader but can’t do anything about it which pisses her off, reader shuts the flirting down but sam is still pissed, once they are alone reader tries to talk to sam and calm her down with a hug and sam lets her but then kisses reader and turns it into sex and leaves a pretty obvious hickey and tells reader not to cover it up

Marks (nsfw)

Pairing: Sam Carpenter x Fem!Reader

Summary: you’re Sam’s secret, it’s not your choice but you’ll deal. until Sam realizes being her secret means there’s nothing holding others back from chasing you.

Warnings: (18+) MDNI smut, breath play.

notes: i love jealous Sam. also let’s act like they aren’t attacked by ghostface after the party for the sake of this imagine. this might be kind of mid cause i’m not that used to writing smut yet but i hope you still enjoyed it:)

(not proofread)

(word count: 3433)

this was never part of the plan. being in a secret relationship was never really your choice. you felt like her dirty secret but you loved her so you couldn’t find it in you to say no. she had to told you she didn’t want others to know the second things began getting serious. you understood why, her ex boyfriend turned out to be a psychotic freak who wanted to kill her and her sister because she was the daughter of a famous serial killer.

you were Chads friend in high school, he was on the football team and you were a cheerleader so it was easy to be mixed in with the same people. he was nice in your opinion, you found it funny that his name was literally Chad but he was always nice. thus started the friendship between you two and you slowly became part of their friend circle, you were a year older than them but even after you graduated you stuck around. you wanted to take a gap year between high school and college to figure out what you wanted to do for the rest of your life.

that meant you were there when the ghostface situation happened. that when you met Sam, you instantly thought she was beautiful. you’d heard stories about her from Chad and Tara but never in depth, it was a sensitive topic for the young Carpenter girl.

you had even been there when they were all attacked. you didn’t want to go to the party at first, it felt insensitive but Chad and Mindy had told you it’s what Wes would’ve wanted to you decided why not.

you regretted that pretty quickly.

you’d been stabbed twice, once in the stomach and the other in the back when you had been trying to attack Amber. it was shortly after that you and Sam began getting closer. she had thanked you for staying and not running when you had the chance.

unlike Chad and Mindy, she didn’t see you as her little sisters friend, she hadn’t seen you grow up and she had just met you so she didn’t feel guilty to think you were rather attractive. being in cheer since you were a kid helped your body become more toned and Sam found no shame in checking you out whenever you were alone. she knew you had a crush on her, you weren’t exactly subtle, not that you even wanted to be. you were never the type to hide your feelings. it was on a random Friday night that those feelings really came to light, you had called her to come over so you could tell her how you really felt. one thing led to another and you hooked up. that continued up until you moved to New York when she finally asked you to be her girlfriend.

you always thought she wanted to keep it a secret for various reasons. one, you were Tara’s friend and four years younger than her. secondly, she wasn’t ready to have an open relationship after the shitty one she had before. so you accepted what you got and moved on.

once you all moved to New York you decided to go to college like the other three teens. at first you were going to room with a girl who was in a band meaning she would be up late practicing or writing music which was horrid. Tara had been the one to offer you to move in, you immediately turned to Sam but she quickly said it was a good idea. you’d be helping with the rent so she used that as her excuse. they only had three rooms and Quinn already lived with them so you slept in the living room (of course you’d sneak into Sam’s room once everyone was asleep and sneak back out in the morning) until you got enough money to get your own apartment. Mindy had said she’d be willing to move in with you during her sophomore year and you figured a couple more months of an uncomfortable couch couldn’t hurt. besides, sometimes Tara would offer her room as well.

loud music blasted around the house as young adults were talking to one another in small groups. you were talking to a girl who was getting a little too flirty in your opinion. you didn’t want to be there, you wanted to be with Sam out on a dinner date or at the movies - really anything as long as it was with her and you were out of her small room. but she had therapy so when Tara invited you to go out you didn’t have any excuse to say no.

you were dressed in one of your old cheer uniforms. it was basic but you didn’t care much for the party and you weren’t going to go out to buy a costume.

you listened to the brunette beside you talk about her high school years. truly you weren’t actively listening but you didn’t want to be rude by shutting her out or walking away. the brunette was cute, sure, but she wasn’t Sam Carpenter and you weren’t interested. she didn’t seem to be taking the hint though.

Mindy and Anika stood from their spot on the couch as they saw Tara about to walk away with some frat guy up to his room. you tried to move away from the brunette but she was still talking and you figured Mindy would be getting Chad which meant they did not need your help. you tried to seem like you were listening up until Chad approached you guys and aimed for the stairs where Tara was about to leave with the guy she met.

“hey partner” you heard Chad say. “Tara’s good down here”

you saw the douche glance at Tara and take a step down, “i’m sorry what? i didn’t catch that”

Chad chuckled, “uh, yeah. you did”

“Chad” Tara said quickly and walked down the steps until she’s up close to him, “it’s fine. i want to”

the dark haired boy mimicked Tara, “see Chad? she wants to” he said and turned grabbing Tara’s arm roughly to drag her up the stairs “come on”

“get your fucking hands off her” Chad was quick to grab the asshole and drop him down the steps making him bump into a stranger.

you quickly pulled away from the girl and walked up to Mindy as Chad and whatever his name is, began to shove each other roughly.

suddenly your girlfriend appears making them both stop to look at her. “guys. i’m sorry to interrupt i’m just gonna tase you in the balls real quick” you gasped in both surprise and awe. “don’t ever lay hands on my sister”

god she was hot.

you were finally standing near them and heard the asshole on the floor curse at Sam making you roll your eyes. what wasn’t so amusing though was Taras voice earning everyone’s attention, “Sam. are you fucking kidding me? you’re stalking me now” the younger Carpenter said and stormed off.

you sighed and watched your girlfriend look at her sister worriedly. you were so busy trying to make sure Sam was okay you didn’t realize the girl that had been latched into you the this whole time walk up to you with a flirt smile. shit.

“so,” she said flipping her hair to one side, “can i maybe get your number?” she asked with a smile that probably would’ve worked on you if you weren’t completely enamored with someone already.

you cleared your throat now noticing Mindy and Anika looking at you in slight confusion. you just hadn’t realized Sam was watching the whole interaction as well. “im sorry,” you said with an apologetic smile, “if i gave you the wrong signals but im not looking for anything right now”

the brunette didn’t seem offended or she didn’t show it and simply smiled before taking her leave. you felt a sense of relief wash over you, you weren’t sure what you would’ve done if she didn’t take your rejection so lightly.

your thoughts were cut off by a voice, “holy shit. it’s that psycho girl” a random guy said making you glance at Sam, there were people with their phones out recording everything causing the girl to shake her head and walk away. you, Mindy and Anika immediately followed.

you weren’t sure if Sam saw someone ask for your number so you made yourself invisible throughout the whole walk to the apartment. you didn’t say anything when Tara blew up on her and you tried to hold yourself back when some bitch threw their drink on Sam.

when you guys got back to the apartment the door of Sams rooms slammed shut with the girl on the other side. you sighed softly as Quinn got out of her room with a questioning look but as soon as she saw everyone’s face she knew what had happened. you saw Tara quickly follow her sisters actions minus the door slamming.

you took your time before going to Sam’s room, waiting until everyone was doing their own thing and finally opening the door and closing it behind you. there the raven haired girl was, an obvious pissed off look on her face as she sat on her bed looking into space. you sighed softly and approached her.

“im sorry” you said although your not sure why. you couldn’t help that another person was flirting with you, although you were sorry that people were shitty and there was nothing you could do about it.

Sam doesn’t respond making you frown, you knew this was all extremely upsetting. you couldn’t imagine being in her position, already having to suffer something so traumatic and then having to hear people say that it was all her fault and she was the real murderer. instead of saying anything else you sit on the bed beside your girlfriend and wrap your arms around her. she stiffens at first but slowly relaxes into your touch, her own arms wrapping around your waist.

“i love you” the words leave your lips like a breath of fresh air.

“i love you too” Sam responded in a slight murmur, her lips pressed against your neck. a smile appeared on your lips at the feeling. you expected the moment to be short and sweet but instead you began to feel her press open mouthed kisses from her shoulder up to her neck.

a breathy whimper escape you, “Sam” you said and tangled your hands in her hair, “everyone’s outside. they might hear” you said in a hushed tone and glanced at the closed door.

but the older girls lips didn’t leave your skin and slowly her kisses began to grow sloppier and rougher, her lips nipping and sucking at your skin which your sure will leave a mark.

“fuck Sam. i’m serious, we said no hickeys” you said trying to push the girl off of you.

“why? are you trying to hide the fact that your mine?” she said in a low tone. you could tell she was still pissed.

you rolled your eyes, “seriously? your the one who wants to keep us a secret”

Sam raised her head from your neck, “maybe it’s time we change that” she said and brought her lips down onto yours in a rough kiss. her action was swift and quick not giving you the chance to even think about her words.

her hands roamed your body until they were on your thighs where she began to squeeze roughly. the feeling of her lips alone were enough to turn you on. her lips were rough and hungry, her tongue invading your mouth without giving you a chance to return the intensity of it.

you wanted more, needed to feel her hands on you in more ways than just one so you moved your body to straddle her but she quickly stopped you. “no” she said and pulled away completely. “stand up” she demanded.

you were slightly confused at first but the look on her face made you hold back any questions as you followed her orders. soon you felt her warm body pressed against your back. you understood pretty quickly why she wanted you like this as you stared at your own reflection. there was a body length mirror in front of you.

“you look so pretty in this” she whispered softly into your shoulder as she pressed small kisses on it. even though her words were sweet you knew that wouldn’t last long.

her hands moved up your body and under your shirt to cup your breasts, she squeezed them roughly making your legs press together. you just needed her to fuck you. it seemed as if she had read your mind as her right hand left your shirt and moved down your body until she reached your skirt. her hand maneuvered under your skirt making you shiver. she grabbed your panties and roughly pulled them down your legs surely leaving a mark on your thighs by the roughness of her touch.

“why are you so wet baby?” she whispered as she began to rub your clit with two fingers. a soft moan left your lips making you bite your lip quickly after, you didn’t want anyone else in the apartment to know what you were doing. “did that bitch turn you on? huh?” she asked aggressively and both her hand on your chest as well as the one rubbing you matched her tone.

you shook your head to the best of your ability, “no, no baby.” Sam chuckled darkly.

“who makes you this wet?”

“you. always you” that seemed to please her and she slowly entered you with two fingers instantly making you moan louder than you should have. you right hand slapped against your mouth to contain your moans but that seemed to piss Sam off even more.

she slapped your arm making it fall beside you again. her pace was rough and fast and your knees were beginning to give in but you tried your best to stand upright. the pleasure was so intense your eyes were closed but every so often you would blink them open and see your girlfriend leaving hickeys on your neck with one hand in your shirt twisting your nipples and the other up your skirt. it only made you wetter and the allude sounds echoing throughout the room was proof of that.

“baby fuck” you whimpered and tangled your hand in the girls hair as you pressed her into your neck, this felt too good for her to stop.

“you like that?” she whispered and added another finger. you nodded quickly.

“yeah”

“cause your all mine baby. only i can make you feel this way. not that bitch at the party. me” you frantically nodded your head at every word that left her lips.

“only yours baby. only you make me feel this good” your answer pleased her even more as she began to curl her fingers inside of you making you see stars. the feeling was too intense and you weren’t sure how much longer you could last.

“such a pretty little slut” she whispered and softly bit your shoulder. tears were beginning to form in your eyes by the intensity of it and by how hard you were trying to keep yourself standing.

“please don’t stop” you whimpered desperately making Sam chuckle. her hand left your shirt and trailed your chest until she reached your neck. an excitement began to build in your chest at the anticipation of what was coming next. her hand squeezed your neck making you open your eyes.

your cheeks were flushed, your forehead glistening with sweat and the veins on Sams hand were beginning to show as she choked you.

“that’s it. open your eyes, watch how pathetic you look when i fuck you” your face was hot from both the humiliating words leaving your girlfriends lips as well as the sensation of your oxygen being controlled. she had complete and utter control of you then and there, her hand only letting a small amount of oxygen inside of your lungs every couple of seconds before she squeezed even more. you were beginning to grow lightheaded. you wouldn’t be surprised if she left a hand print on your neck from the aggressiveness.

it was too much for you. “i’m gonna cum” you choked out to the best of your ability.

Sam shook her head, “tell me who owns you”

you moaned and threw you head back onto her shoulder as her thumb began to circle your clit slowly. she was making this incredibly hard. you weren’t sure if you could stop yourself from letting go.

“you. you own me. i’m yours and only yours” you quickly said a lot clearer than you had before considering she’d loosen her grip.

Sam had a pleased smile on her lips at your response, “come for me baby” she finally said making your body unravel at once. your hand slapped against Sams arm and you squeezed tightly as the other pulled at her hair. your legs began to shake and Sam tried to hold you up with her body.

her name was thrown out into the room breathily and your eyes squeezed shut. her fingers continued to pump inside you slowly as she helped you come down from your high.

her hand competent left your neck and she wrapped it around your waist to keep you standing. once you felt like you had riches the ground again you began to whimper as Sams fingers were still inside of you.

“sensitive” you whispered and she quickly pulled out of you. slowly she helped you walk backwards until you reached the bed. she sat down and shortly after she pulled your front toward her and down onto her lap.

you were blissed out as you laid your head on her shoulder.

“i love you beautiful” she said gently and rubbed small circles on your back. even with the state you were in, a small smile formed on your lips at her words. she was always so sweet to you.

“i love you too” you murdered.

“are you okay? did i hurt you?” she asked pushing your body softly so you’d look at her and you pushed your head up so you were making eyes contact with her.

“im okay. i promise” you guys stayed like that for a little while, just basking in each others presence.

until you couldn’t stop yourself from bringing up the elephant in the room. “you reek like Cherry coke” you admitted with a soft smile.

Sam laughed as you pulled away to look at her once more, “you don’t like it?” she raised a brow teasingly.

“absolutely not” you laughed. “come on. shower. i don’t want you smelling like coke when we’re sleeping”

she chuckled softly and patted your thigh to signal you to stand. you did so with slightly shaky legs but your girlfriend was quick to place her hands on your waist to level you.

once you told her you’d be okay she pulled away and went to her dresser to get clothes.

you fixed your appearance a bit as well, you’d make the offer to shower with her but you’re sure everyone else was still in the apartment and you needed to leave Sams room before it got suspicious.

you turned your body to look in the mirror, your intention was to fix your hair and makeup but instead your eyes were focused on the huge mark on your neck.

“Sam, what the fuck” you whisper yelled and flipped your hair to the side of your neck as you turned toward her. she looked at you questioningly until she realized what you meant. she smiled.

“what? it’s about time people know your mine” she shrugged as if it’s no big deal.

“that’s great babe. really. but you didn’t have to give me five fucking hickeys the size of my neck in the progress!” you exclaimed.

Sam chuckled with a slight shrug. “they’re cute” she said simply and walked into her bathroom.

she’d be the death of you. you’re sure of it.

turns out all you needed was a little jealousy for her to tell everyone about you. as soon you walked out everyone noticed the hickeys on your neck and when they asked what the hell happened, Sam simply pecked your lips and sat on the couch as if it were no big deal.

[steddieas-shegoes]

powdered sugar nose

for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt 'cooking together' rated: M wc: 711 cw: food as a way to flirt, allusions to sex, fade to black sex tags: established relationship, fluff, subtle praise kink

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The pie wasn't turning out right, and Steve was trying not to panic.

Wayne only asked for one thing for his birthday and it was this pie that Steve had assured him he could make.

"Glaring at it probably doesn't fix it, sweetheart," Eddie said from across the kitchen.

"Well, it's the only thing I haven't tried," Steve put his hands on his hips and stared down at the burnt crust.

"You know, Wayne would understand if you can't do it. I'm sure he'd be fine with a cake."

"I'm not fine with a cake! I promised pie and he's getting a pie!"

Eddie threw his hands up in surrender.

"Okay, okay! Can I at least try to help?" Eddie started rolling up his sleeves.

"Fine. But if this one doesn't turn out right, you're banned from the kitchen."

"Deal."

They worked for the next 30 minutes or so, layering the crust along the bottom of the pie dish, making sure the blackberry filling was the perfect consistency, that the crust being layered on top was done in the exact design from the picture Wayne gave Steve.

Eddie, admittedly, was good at this, his years of delicate work on mini figures making him more than patient and pay close attention to detail.

He read out the recipe for Steve, taking it one step at a time so it felt less overwhelming.

He gave Steve kisses on his neck or shoulder every time they finished a part of the recipe, not letting him get distracted, but letting him know he did good.

Steve smiled to himself, actually enjoying the process of it all now. He felt like he was zoned in on making this pie perfectly.

Once it was in the oven, he set his timer and took in a deep breath.

Eddie lifted him up onto the counter, peppering his neck with kisses, leaving him gasping and giggling.

Eddie's kisses turned into bites, then sucking on his skin, finding every sensitive spot between his jaw and collarbone.

Steve moaned long and loud, throwing his head back as Eddie marked him up.

"When this comes out perfect, I'm gonna fuck you right here," Eddie groaned, holding his hips still when Steve tried to push them closer.

"What if it doesn't?"

"It will. We made it together."

Steve melted, leaning in for a much slower kiss, not quite as hungry.

They were both worked up, more than Eddie probably intended, but they didn't go any further, neither of them willing to risk ruining the pie.

When the timer went off, Steve was resting his forehead against Eddie's shoulder while Eddie rubbed his hands up and down his back.

"If this isn't right, I might cry," Steve sighed, pulling away so he could get off the counter.

"I might cry with you."

Steve opened the oven door, took the pie out, and carefully placed it on the stove.

"It looks...right."

Steve almost couldn't believe it.

He poked the top to make sure it stayed sturdy unlike the first one that collapsed the second he touched it.

It did.

"Holy shit. We did it."

Eddie's arms wrapped around him from behind, his lips brushing against his cheek.

"We did. Told you. Just needs the powdered sugar sprinkled on top. Would you like to do the honors?" Eddie let him go as he spoke to reach for the sifter.

Steve lightly dusted the powdered sugar on top, unable to stop smiling at what they managed to accomplish.

Eddie reached a hand over his shoulder and stuck a finger in the powdered sugar in the sifter.

"Hey!" Steve yelled, turning to face him with his brows furrowed.

Eddie poked his nose, leaving behind a circle of powdered sugar.

"Looks sweet enough to eat," Eddie smirked.

"No pie until tomorrow," Steve pointed a finger at him.

"I wasn't talking about the pie."

"Oh," Steve blushed, turning back to the pie to set the sifter down on the counter. "Well, it did turn out perfect..."

"It did..."

"So..."

Eddie lifted him up and set him on the farthest counter from the pie.

"Think I need a taste to make sure you're sweet enough," Eddie reached down to start unbuttoning his pants.

"And if I'm not?"

"I try again tomorrow."

[cosmicdahlias]

For Science

a ford x reader fic

MINORS DNI

After researching giant vampire bats, an old interest of Ford’s has resurfaced. He has a theory about the difference in the taste of human and animal blood. He suggests making you his test subject.

warnings: knives, bloodplay, masturbation, p in v, blood as lube, biting

okayyyy y’all! i have finally returned with another fic about your favorite autistic scientist!!! i got journal 3 (and book of bill) as a belated birthday present to myself and i posted about the giant vampire bats entry on here because the last line was… interesting. It heavily implies that ford has a thing for the taste of human blood. @chillinglyadventurous said it would make for a good fic so i took the idea and ran with it!

You were sitting at your desk writing in your notes. Your boyfriend and research partner sat at his own desk behind you.

You had been working with him since ‘75. You shared his fascination for the weird and paranormal, quickly sparking up a friendship during your college years, but secretly you always longed for more. His intellect and passion for research were incredibly alluring to you.

You weren’t subtle in showing how much you liked him, but he always seemed to be buried in his studies and thus never caught on. As observant as he was, his knowledge on attraction was next to nothing.

After you both graduated you kept in touch, sending letters back and forth often. When he called you up one day it was a welcome surprise. He had finally received a grant to pursue his study of anomalies. You were about to congratulate him when he said he needed an assistant to help him uncover the weirdness of Gravity Falls, a small logging town in Roadkill County, Oregon and hotbed for all things anomaly. You felt your heart do a somersault and immediately took him up on his offer. You could finally have him all to yourself.

You immediately returned to your usual tactics of exceedingly obvious flirting. One day you came in awfully close and took his hand in yours, studying it.

“You know Ford, I’ve always wondered if those six fingers can do things better than my regular five could.”

“Why yes, they’re actually quite good for handling machinery! The extra finger provides more grip.”

After months of effort you realized that your approach was getting you nowhere. It took sharing a bottle of bourbon after a long night of research to give you the liquid courage to confess. You kissed him passionately and he turned pinker than a kitten’s nose, he didn’t hesitate in kissing you back. He led you back to his bedroom and you tried to initiate sex, but he insisted you were too drunk to consent. You settled for falling asleep in his arms and hooked up the next morning. You had a long conversation afterwards about what you both wanted from each other and came out of it as a couple.

You busied yourself in your research when Ford suddenly broke the silence. Coming behind you, turning your chair to face him and putting a hand on your shoulder.

“Y/n, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you.”

“Yeah?” You asked.

“So, you know those giant vampire bats we studied the other day?”

“I remember, yes.”

“Then you’ll recall how I theorized that they much prefer the taste of human blood over that of animals. I want to… put that theory to the test.”

“Ford, where are you going with this?”

“I want to know if there’s a difference in the taste of animal and human blood. I’ve already sampled animal blood, but I have yet to taste the blood of a human.”

“Okay, so you want to taste blood. Why are you telling me this?”

“There’s more to it. I’ve always had an… interest in blood- specifically the blood of a lover. I’ve never had the opportunity to try it and now I that have you-“

He took a deep breath, tilting your chin up so you were looking him in the eye.

“I want to taste you.”

You blushed deep scarlet and bit your lip. The idea of sexually gratifying him in the name of science was incredibly tantalizing, but your low pain tolerance said otherwise.

“I don’t know. I want to, but I’m not sure I can handle the pai-“

He cut you off with a deep kiss.

“I promise if it hurts too much, I’ll stop immediately. Okay, stardust?”

For a man who claimed he had no experience with romance he was incredibly good at knowing how to win you over with a good kiss and a pet name.

You sighed. “Okay, Ford. I trust you.”

“Good girl.” He said, taking your cheek in his hand.

He turned around and headed for his desk, retrieving a small knife from one of the drawers. He walked back over to you, pulled his chair over and sat directly in front of you, taking your hand and turning it over to show the underside of your arm. He angled the knife at a 45 degree angle just below the pit of your elbow.

“Remember, if it hurts just tell me.”

You nodded and he sank the knife into your soft flesh, beginning to drag it down the length of your forearm. You cried out.

His brow furrowed in concern. “Are you alright? Do I need to stop?”

“N- no, it’s okay. Keep going.”

He continued moving the knife, large pearls of blood formed at the freshly cut wound and dripped onto the floor. Perhaps it had something to do with the love of your life being the one to inflict pain on you or maybe this was just something you were always subconsciously into, but it felt strangely good. Either way you couldn’t help letting a soft moan escape your lips. He stared at you in surprise.

“Is- is this turning you on, love?”

You laughed softly. “Sometimes I amaze even myself.”

You noticed immediately how hard he had gotten, his cock strained in his pants. He reached his hands down and started fumbling with his belt and pulling down his zipper.

“I’m sorry, I have to touch myself. Fuck, this is so arousing.”

He took out his cock and began to stroke himself madly as he pulled your arm closer, leaning his head down and latching his mouth to the cut, lapping at the steady trickle of blood. He moaned against your skin and throbbed wildly in his hand.

“Dear god, stardust, you taste incredible.”

Between his words and watching him become aroused at just the taste of your blood, you felt yourself become drippingly wet.

He stood and slid his hands underneath your thighs, picking you up and setting you on your desk, facing him. He kissed you, the metallic taste of blood hitting your tongue, you found it strangely pleasant. He hiked up your skirt and pulled your panties down and off your legs. He gathered your blood on his fingers and stroked himself before angling his throbbing, stiff cock at your entrance. He slowly slipped inside you and thrusted at a slow pace.

“Jesus christ, this is a thousand times better than regular lube.”

It didn’t matter how many times you’d had sex before, every time felt just as amazing as the first. He slipped a hand between your thighs, stroking your clit.

“Y- you feel so good.” You moaned.

“Stars, I love seeing what I do to you.”

He picked up the knife and pressed it lightly against your other arm.

“May I?”

You nodded fervently and he slowly sliced a second long slit into you. You threw your head back, moaning both in pleasure and pain.

“Oh god, Ford.”

“That’s my girl. Feels so good doesn’t it?”

He dipped his head down and drew his tongue across your arm.

You whimpered at the sensation. “Mmh, I didn’t know something like this could feel so good.”

“And I didn’t know your blood would taste this good.”

He gripped your hip in one hand and keeping the other on your clit, increasing the speed of his thrusts and fingers. He typically opted for soft and slow lovemaking, but seeing you like this left him unable to control himself.

“I need your hands on me.” He panted.

“But what about the-“

“I don’t care.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, blood staining his collar.

“I’m never washing this shirt again, your blood is too precious to waste.”

You felt yourself growing close, he was too. He pumped himself furiously into you as he rapidly circled your clit. You rolled your hips against his fingers, the motion stroking his cock.

“That’s it stardust, almost there.”

You moaned loudly and came undone on him, your pussy spasming around his cock. The sensation made him unable to resist biting your shoulder and sinking his teeth into you. The taste of your blood immediately caused him bury himself into you down to the hilt, shooting rope after rope of hot cum deep inside you.

He began to slow his pace, breathing raggedly. He pressed his forehead to yours.

“God, stardust, I’ll never tire of you.”

He withdrew his cock from inside you and zipped himself up. He pulled out the first aid kit he kept in one of his desk drawers in case experiments went awry. He doused a cotton pad in disinfectant and dabbed it on your wounds. You flinched at the stinging sensation of the solution.

“I know, I’m sorry, but I can’t let them get infected.”

He pulled a roll of gauze from the kit and wrapped your arms, securing them with medical tape. He turned his attention to the bite, cutting a large square of gauze and taping it down. He kissed your cheek.

“There you go, stardust.”

He picked you up again and sat down in his chair, sitting you on his lap. He turned to his desk and opened his journal, he had just started his third one. He flipped to his entry about giant vampire bats and began writing.

“Human blood tastes better than anything.”

He paused, crossing out “better than anything” and replacing it with “I can only ASSUME human blood tastes better.”

“Ford, what was the point of all of that if you’re not going to be honest?” You giggled.

He kissed the top of your head. “If I’m going to publish my findings, there are some things that I think would be best kept between just the two of us.”

You turned to him, putting a hand to his cheek and kissing him.

“If you say so, sixer.”

[n6ptunova]

love is (not) easy • chris sturniolo

a/n: i’m back? sorry i disappeared i had no motivation to write & life was kicking my ass, anyway there might be a pt2 to this lmk if you wanna see it or if i should burn it😭

summary: you & chris are best friends, you like him but have no idea how he feels abt you.

warnings: kinda angsty

chris and i have been friends for two years. we met through mutual friends during a party and have been inseparable ever since.

i’m good friends with his brothers too, but something’s different about chris. we immediately clicked that night. laughing at each other’s jokes even when no one else found it funny, bonding over similar interests, and playfully arguing over our differences. it was singlehandedly the best night of my life.

i was convinced i met my soulmate, though, back then i would’ve called it platonic. but anyone with a pair of eyes could see we liked each other. the problem is… we both have commitment issues, we’re scared of what could be. i’m tired of feeling like this.

i’m not good at making the first move so i’ve been trying to drop subtle hints to show my feelings for him. i let him catch me staring at him, i let our hugs linger a little longer than usual, i even started complimenting him more which wasn’t really a part of our dynamic. maybe he didn’t notice yet. or maybe the problem is that he did notice…

now i have a different fear, the fear of losing him. what if he’s weirded out by the way i’m acting, what if waiting too long will make him slip away from me? every time a girl flirts with him at a party i hold my breath hoping he’d shrug her off and come talk to me- and he usually does. until that one night.

we got invited to a party one night and each went to socialize with different friend circles. i look over at chris and spot a girl who’s all over him, giggling way too much, holding his arm and getting closer and closer to him. this is a regular occurrence, i get it, he’s an attractive man but he usually brushes them off.

except this time, he doesn’t move away like he usually does. he doesn’t excuse himself to come sit with me like i’m used to. if anything, it looks like he just deliberately said something to make her laugh more. why was he doing this?

did he actually like her? attracted maybe? but he’s not the hook-up type. i already lost interest in the conversation i was in and began eyeing chris and that girl closely. watching as she leaned close to his ear and whispered something. she was smirking, her eyes looking up at him waiting for an answer to which he looked a little hesitant. it was at that point that he glanced at me and i quickly looked away, not wanting him to see the jealousy in my eyes.

i waited a few seconds before looking back and saw them move from the spot they were in, hand in hand, as she leads him to an empty room. and he was just…following her. my heart beat faster with each step they took, skipping a beat when she pulled him in and shut the door behind them.

i couldn’t take it anymore. i had to leave.

without saying goodbye to anyone, i walked out the front door teary-eyed and headed straight for my car. as soon as i was alone i broke down crying and started replaying the image of them together, wondering what they’re doing up there. what was he doing. why was he doing this?

[dittaturamonegasca]

I think there should bé a fic where anyone from the grid would be third wheeling Landoscar, like, have you seen how these two interact.

So, I lack the ability and the time of f1writingbyme and LestappenForever to make this idea into a proper work like they did for "How (Not) To Third Wheel Lestappen" (check it out on Ao3 if you haven't already, definitely worth it) BUT BUT BUT, I can tell you how I think most of the grid would react in third wheeling Landoscar!

1) I feel like we should spare Checo, cause honestly this man has had enough as third wheel of Maxiel and Lestappen, I don't wanna give him extra traumas, SO –

2) Logan Sargeant: this one I really feel guilty about. Cause I like the narrative of him and Oscah being besties and still I cry over the sad edits of Logan just left behind. I think Landoscar with Logan has the most space for improvement?? I forgive Oscar even tho he definitely ghosted the poor Logan for the whole honeymoon phase with Lando (it's been almost two years, Osc, get a grip). I have a feeling Logan will speak up at some point and this would shake Oscar a little, so maybe he would be the more aware and more involved third wheel, possibly? They'll end up doing triple video-games championships with Lando and Logan mocking Oscar's gaming skills, mark my words.

3) Carlos Sainz: my man how does it feel to know you've wasted your chance (multiple chances, lets be real) for good? I have mixed ideas about this one, cause I think it would probably being more like Lando struggling to keep them both as close as possible resulting in Oscar being rightfully jealous 👀👀 so the third wheeling situation would be like Lando trying to involve a very annoyed and confused Carlos in their things (safe for work, ofc). I don't really see a way out of it.

4) Daniel Ricciardo: I mention him but I can't really explain cause honestly my idea of Daniel third-wheeling Landoscar is either him babysit them around Australia and bonding with Oscar over weird aussie habits OR OR OR something very NOT SAFE WORK so ( ... )

5) Max Verstappen: I love to think he'll remain an unbothered king, you know? Like he's well aware and a bit upset that his crepes companion invited someone else (beside from Daniel) to their dessert dates and that the two of them acts like lovebirds even without an actual physical contact. He'll probably send SOS texts to Charles and Daniel until a topic of (his) interest comes out and honestly at that point the power of maxplaining will win over pretty much everything and everyone. At the end of the day Landoscar turn out to be the real victims.

6) George Russell: poor thing was originally invited for a golf morning from Carlos (Landoscar were already supposed to attend), but Chili called off last minute so Georgie ended up with just the others two. LET ME TELL YOU he jumped off the golf cart cause he saw Lando placing a hand on Oscar's thigh and feared for his life. It took several minutes for them to notice he was aggressively walking behind. He was also hit by a golf ball because Oscar distracted Lando for a second too long, I guess you can figure out the rest.

7) Special mention to the PR and the McLaren team in general who's main job rn is having them to SIMPLY F O C U S outside the pit for like interviews and debriefings. I can picture Lando losing it after hearing a single compliment like "SO YOU THINK I'M PRETTY", cause ✨babygirl✨ energy hitting here and there, even tho he has tried to be somehow a model for Oscar, at least for what concerns work. Indeed I pity trainers and strategists bc ofc Oscar listens at them, but image them trying to explain a concept to him just for Lando to get there and rephrase it in the dumbest way possible and Oscar going like OHHHHH NOW I GOT IT, COULDN'T YOU EXPLAIN IT THAT WAY?

8) This is mostly a guilty pleasure but do we all agree they torture the entire f1 group chat with their subtle flirting?

IDK if this was what you had in mind but I really REALLY had fun writing it.

So let me know what you think in the comments down below, if you agree or if you want me to make it longer and/or more detailed or just to focus on a specific one in particular?

Again, my dms and box section are open to discussions, requests and any sort of (respectful) thing!

PEACE OUT 🤌🏻❤️

[quitealotofsodapop]

Hmm, I somehow can imagine Macaque in JTTW Stone Egg au eventually asking the Pilgrims with help getting back in Wukong's good graces. Like, it would take a long tike since A) these are Wukong's friends first and foremost and they definitely started off rocky and B) Macaque od stubbornness his own way and would be too prideful to ask for help trying to rizz up his own mate! But I can also see Wukong being the sort of person to continue to push him away even after he's forgiven Macaque and is too scared to let him close despite clearly wanting to apend tolime with him. He is very much acting like a tsundere throughout and has long since gotten to the point where he should have been able to just give an inch but is too pigheaded to.

And by that point the pilgrim will definitely see this and start an intervention now that it's safe to do so. Ao Lie would join in mainly because he wants to make Wukogn happy since he still isn't the most thrilled about Macaque, Baije because he's tired of the flirting, Wujing because he genuinely wants to help, and Tripitaka kinda got dragged onto it

Immediate "Parent Trap" shenannigans ensue!

Mac goes to the Pilgrims for advice/help after a particualrly bad arguement with Wukong for help regarding how to make it up to him.

Ao Lie is a hopeless romantic, so he'd be the first to jump and help Mac with "re-wooing" Wukong despite his own protective "big-brother" vibe. He ultimately wants Wukong to be happy and reunited with his mate. However, Ao Lie has to be told *not* to take off with both monkeys on his back for a kidnapping/surprise horse-ride date.

Sha Wujing is far smoother, and is the one to organise a quiet area for the two monkeys to have a date/casual alone time together. He's pretty bad at being subtle about it though - he def makes an audible winking sound when he pretends to be busy with something to leave "you two crazy kids" alone.

Zhu Bajie ain't helping. Nope. Nada. Now eat this plate of noodles.

Bajie does give Mac a decent set of advice regarding how Wukong likely feels after all this time + solid understanding for why they broke up in the first place. He works best as a passive supporter.

It takes Tripitaka a while to agree to help Mac with anything deeper than making sure him and Wukong don't claw eachother apart like cats. He covers his ears and mantras the second Mac brings up the topic of romance.

Even with all this help, Mac is still super stubborn/nervous about showing his most vulnerable side again. Wukong is perplexed by his former mate's stumbling and stand-offishness.

A big confession/confrontation occurs during the Sai Tai Sui chapter - in which Wukong glamours himself into the stolen Queen that the monster lusts after.

Sai Tai Sui gets a but too handsy and Macaque drops any pretense of tsundere-ness and yells; "HEY! HANDS OFF MY MATE!" and mauls the Celestial Beast to the point that Guanyin has to intervene since the beast is technically her pet.

Wukong looks relieved, adoring, and... smug?

Macaque: "Peaches, why did you put yourself in danger like that?! The pig could have turned into the Queen!" Wukong, smug smile: "Juweihuli was right." Macaque: "Huh?" Wukong: "Your mentor was right. She said that you have a terrible jealous streak over me - even when we were apart. The second that monster even looked at me, I knew you wouldn't stand for it." Macaque: "...you went to the Vixen for advice? About me??" Wukong: "Of course! I still have a lot to learn about the Macaque of now compared to the one I knew 500 years ago. I want to get to know you all over again. Sorry if it was a little reckless." Macaque: *heart-eyes and purring sounds* (♡〰♡) (meanwhile...) The Buddha (observing for afar): "I declare this a win for me."

It's not a one-way wooing thats for sure.

[s4pphic-sh3nan1gans]

How would Bojan and Kris share songwriting ideas together? For example, at home on the couch in a homely atmosphere with Kris grumbling sometimes at some lines that Bojan suggests to tease him, or maybe in the studio? How do you imagine it? 💌

aaaaaa this is a very cool ask! 🫶

I'm actually gonna start by drawing my inspiration from something recent that we know happened, which is about the upcoming song "ako toga više neće biti." Kris said that when Bojan first pitched the song he wasn't too sure about it and didn't really understand what it was about, and it's only when the song was finished that he started to fall in love with it. we don't fully know what the song is about yet (and I'll definitely come back to this idea when the song is released and we've heard it as a whole) but broadly speaking, it seems like this is definitely one way the songwriting process can go between the two of them. in fact, it kinda parallels an earlier moment when Kris wrote "ngvot" and Bojan also dismissed it at first, several times if I'm remembering correctly 👀 I'd like to think that the fact they're not afraid to criticise each other a little shows how comfortable and familiar they are with each other, and I don't doubt for a second that for both of them, it stems from their deep affection 🥰

but now, the fanfic writer in me (or maybe I should say the little devil on my shoulder that likes to whisper in my ear 😭) is saying "what if Bojan was writing a song about Kris?". he'd have to make sure it's not glaringly obvious, which is where I can see what you suggested coming into play, with Bojan struggling to filter himself a little and instead speaking his mind in terms of lyric ideas and watching as Kris either blushes or looks at him all mock-scandalised. but really, I think both of them would have a pretty hard time trying to come up with appropriate lyrics 🤭

as for if they were in the studio with the others, I can imagine them both shooting ideas at each other as they'd get into the creative headspace. maybe they'd bicker a little, but they long ago learnt how to keep things civil so there's no repeat of any "creative differences." actually, I'd like to believe that over the years, their heated discussions over song lyrics and musical arrangements have somewhat become part of their flirting in disguise, and they think they're being subtle about it when in reality the others are sharing exasperated looks with each other...

those are my main ideas! I can't wait until the album is released and they hopefully start talking more about the creative process for the songs on the album so we can perhaps pick up even more bokris crumbs 👀

[samcarpentersgirlfriend]

HEY HEY HEYYYYYY

Would you please write Mickey Altieri x Fem reader where she is Derek’s sister, (say they are twins or something) and Mickey really likes her…

But Derek is like really overprotective because he heard what happened between Sidney and Billy a year back and is worried that something similar might happen to reader, with all the killings going on again.

You’d be amazing if you did this but don’t feel forced :) 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

hi!! sorry this one took so long, I loved the prompt and kept starting and restarting because I wanted this to be at least a little bit decent . hope this is what you wanted!! (as always, feel free to let me know if it isn’t <3)

“PROTECT ME?”|| MICKEY ALTIERI X READER 𖤐₊˚.

summary: above

word count: 1.4k

warnings: fem!reader, swearing

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹

Despite the recent string of murders, the Windsor campus remains as busy as ever. The college quad in particular is brimming with life, hordes of students rushing to their next class or simply sitting down, enjoying the warm spring sun. You yourself sit cross legged leaning against the trunk of a tree, laughing as Mickey tells you about the making of his latest short film.

“You know, you should be in one my movies.” Mickey says offhandedly. “One of my class movies. Get your mind out of the gutter.” He adds after seeing the look on your face. “Unless you want-“

The look Derek sends him is so uncharacteristic that it almost looks comedic. Almost.

“Hey, I’m kidding.” Mickey says. “It was a joke. But seriously,” he says, sending you a boyish grin that practically makes your heart skip a beat, “we should totally talk your potential film career sometime. Maybe over dinner?”

It’s hardly subtle, but you can’t bring yourself to care when Mickey Altieri is the one who’s asking. “I’d like that,” you answer simply with a smile. “I’m free tonight if you are?”

Mickey opens his mouth to speak, but he’s interrupted before he even gets a word out.

“Actually, you’ve got that test tomorrow, remember?” It’s your turn to shoot Derek a look now, irritated when he simply pouts like he’s doesn’t know exactly what he’s doing.

“Yeah, and I’ve already studied. I’ll go over my notes in the morning, Derek.” You know your tone sounds totally bitter, but you’re starting to grow annoyed with your brother. It feels like recently you’ve barely spent any alone time with Mickey, and every time you come even close, Derek swoops in with the perfect brother routine to make sure you stay firmly away from the man. Mickey asks if you want to study with him over at his place? Derek offers to come too and sits between you both the whole time. Mickey asks you to go the movies with him? Derek needs your help planning a surprise for Sidney. Mickey waits for you outside class and asks if you want to and sit outside with him? Derek overhears and invites himself along. It’s completely infuriating.

Even now, you don’t miss the way your brother keeps glancing over at his best friend, trying to be subtle but failing spectacularly. It’s like he’s worried that if he looks away for too long, Mickey will pounce on you right there and then. If only, you think to yourself. You know it’s definitely… unconventional to have a massive crush on your brother’s best friend, but how could you help yourself? With his constant flirting and all around charisma, you were always bound to fall for Mickey Altieri. And from the looks of it, he seems to like you too. Which makes Derek inability to simply get lost all the worst.

“Still, I don’t think that mom would be too happy to hear that you’re neglecting your studies to go on dates. I mean, that’s what it is right, a date?

That bastard.

You honestly don’t know why he cares so much about your potential love life - or lack of so, all thanks to his stupid meddling. You glance over to Mickey, who simply stares at Derek slightly dumbfounded. You can see the hidden annoyance in the way he tenses his jaw though, his usually carefree and casual expression clouded over with something darker.

“You tell mom and I’ll never speak to you again,” you say, only half exaggerating. “Besides, I don’t really see how it’s any of your goddamn business in the first place.”

Derek just looks at you for a moment, huffing when he’s met with nothing but your impatient gaze.

It’s Mickey who breaks the silence, clearing his throat awkwardly. “I’m gonna give you two a minute,” he says, before he disappears just out of your line of sight, his eyes locked on you as he walks away.

You decide to wait until you’re sure he’s out of earshot before talking. “What are we doing here, Derek?” You ask, exasperated. “Is this because you don’t want me dating your best friend? Do think it’s gonna make it weird or something? Hell, have you fallen out with Mickey?

“What? No, We’re fine!”

You can’t help but scoff at that. “Seriously, Der? You’ve been anything but fine all week. I mean, you’ve been my own personal Mickey guard dog recently! You don’t think you at least owe me an explanation to why that is?

Derek sighs, finally looking up to meet your gaze. “Fine. But please don’t take this wrong way, okay? I’m only trying to protect you.”

It’s so unexpected that a laugh bubbles from your throat. “Protect me? From Mickey? What the hell do you need to do that for?

“Well, what with all the… killing going on, wouldn’t you rather be safe than sorry?” And I’m not saying Mickey’s behind it,” Derek adds, seeing the look on your face, “but is that a risk you really wanna take? I mean, last time it all happened, it was Sidney’s boyfriend the entire time. And I can’t let you get hurt too, I-“

“Derek.” You sigh, your expression softening. “I’m glad that you care so much. And I understand that you’re worried - I do. But Mickey’s not Billy Loomis! He’s your best friend, for fuck sake! And even if, on the tiny, tiny off chance that he is behind it all,don’t you think that it’s my mistake to make? I trust him, Der. And if you can’t trust him, you should at least trust me. Besides, Mickey’s not even my boyfriend! Well, maybe if you actually left us alone for a minute…” You trail off, biting your lip as so not to laugh at the distaste on your brothers face.

“I still don’t like it.” He argues, his expression stern.

“And you don’t have to,” you shrug. “I like it, and I like him. A lot. You’re gonna have to learn to live with that. Can’t protect me forever.”

He sighs, and you know you’ve finally gotten through to him. “I know that. I just don’t want to see you get hurt.”

“And you won’t,” you say, relief washing over you as you pull Derek into a quick hug. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, it looks like if I’ve got a date to arrange.”

You don’t stand around to see Derek’s reaction to that, and you bound over to Mickey instead, finding him pacing around a nearby wall.

“So, what was all of that about?” He asks. “Is your brother pissed at me for trying to defile his sister?”

“I talked to him.” You say, pointedly ignoring that last question. “He’s okay. He only wants the best for me.”

“Hey, I only want the best for you,” Mickey says suddenly, stopping and taking your hands in his. Within an instant, you’re acutely aware of how close he’s become, and you can’t help but flick your gaze down to his lips for the briefest moment. “I would never fucking hurt you.” And he says like it’s imperative that you know.

“I know that” You murmur. You can’t help but wonder how Derek could possibly think Mickey was dangerous, not when he’s always been so caring and gentle with you. Especially not when he looks like this, so beautiful and vulnerable, with a fire burning in his eyes so fiercely that it captivates you completely.

Mickey must notice you staring, and you don’t miss the smile that tugs on his lips.

“Now that we’re alone,” he says lowly, making you shiver ever so slightly. “Can I-“

You don’t let him finish his sentence. Within an instant, your lips are on his, and you hear the breath hitch in Mickey’s throat. It takes him only a moment to regain his composure before he’s kissing you back eagerly, his hands moving to your waist in an attempt to pull you closer still. It all feels so familiar, and you can’t help but feel reassured by the comfort that fact brings you.

After what definitely isn’t long enough, you pull back and take a deep breath, the small smile on your face the perfect reflection of Mickey’s. You catch Derek’s eye and try and send him the most subtle thumbs up you can, satisfied when his frown slips ever so slightly. Small victories.

“So,” you say, turning your full attention back to Mickey once more. “What is it you were saying about dinner?”

[lavender-teardroplettes]

Si x Friend headcannons mayhaps🥺👉👈

......ANON I LOVE YOU!!!!!!

God it's been a minute and Si's lore got lumped in with me first trying to make an oc for the game before switching into self insert-

Friend 100% was Si's first crush even if he pushed Si away at first and while keeping in mind that neither of them knew what a crush was at that point.

Even before Friend's family dies, Si's family would hold up appearances and let him hide out at their house occasionally. Si's house was nowhere as clean as Friends no matter how much clutter and other junk were cleaned up, but to both of them, because it was happier together than alone, it was home. After the accident, Si was allowed more in Friend's household and Friend was allowed to travel more frequently between his and SI's place to get what little comfort and sense of normality he could hold onto.

Keagan caused a REALLY big rift in Si and Friend throughout high school until the two of them had their initial falling out. A lot of it was Keagan super hitting on Si, and one of Keagan's friends (blanking on his name atm) not only putting down Si, but putting down Friend at the same time. It was stupid and chalked up to peer pressure and SI not actually having a good support system that he distanced himself from Friend, when in reality they were each other's biggest rocks and something Si regrets betraying before the events of the demo.

The day Si calls Friend to pick him up after breaking up with Keagan and not wanting to ride in a car with a drunk driver was one of the hardest days in Si's life. He finally allowed himself to be vulnerable and rely on the one person he knew he could count on....and oh god was he glad it was still true.

During the events of the demo- I see Si being on the side of still harboring old feelings for Friend, but not wanting to mess up the second chance they have. He assumes Friend is being his usual flirty self since Si had heard about him being more of a playboy, and you expect your friends to change over the years, so he mostly pushes his feelings down and feels like he's the only one stuck in the past.

^ This also causes him to be a little too nice and friendly with people since he's used to his best friend "casually flirting" with him and doesn't think too much of the more subtle approach most people take....like Carter for example.

I don't see Si getting kidnapped to the basement in the way that most do in that sort of route. I see Friend playing on Si's paranoia and convincing him that he can't trust anyone in the way he trusts Friend, and that it would be just like Keagan all over again. Why start all over with someone new when you can be with someone you've known....trusted....loved....your whole life? I see maybe one friend that Si makes outside of Friend possibly dying if they pry too much into Si's disappearance, but I would also like to think that if Si went willingly, Friend would try his best to scare them off instead of risking Si being upset with him more than he already is with the confusion of being gaslit and essentially talked into living in a fancy cell.

Alternatively....we can have two dorks who have been love with each other since there were kids where one person knew all along and the other took longer to realize it until their sense of love and comfort suddenly wasn't there anymore. Si and Friend are both on the demi spectrum iirc, but it takes longer for Friend to realize it and they fall victim to stupid high school bs in between everything. In this case, I see the cat cafe date being canon, with SI wearing a cute outfit just to TRY and shoot his shot again hopefully picking up on Friend's signals in the right way this time. Of course, this still means that Friend is weary of every move Si makes, but it opens up for more measures of security on Si's end. Si'll never know who killed the man who touched his arm or the woman who got to close to him while he was walking, and slowly Friend has more of a grasp on Si's day to day life to make sure he NEVER leaves Friend in the same way his sisters did. To Friend....he has nothing left to hope or LIVE for if he doesn't have Si, and he's not giving an inch of an opening for it to happen again....if he can manage it.

[differenteagletragedy]

omg I’m so glad I found your blog the hcs are so good and the angst is even better!

I was wondering what do we think cove would be like with a possessive mc 🫣 not like they don’t trust cove (they know he only has eyes for them) but they don’t like people even thinking they have a chance so they always have a hand on or stand close to cove in public and openly glare at people who try to flirt with him

Thank you so much!!! <3

-- Let's be real, Cove would love a possessive MC like this lol

-- Like full trust but also shutting down any advances from someone else. It shows you care!

-- And I don't mean this is like a weird unhealthy way, to be clear, because that's not at all how I read this either. He would just think it's very nice that you want everyone to know that he's yours and you're his.

-- He's clingy, so if you're clingy too then wowee, how fun and cozy and perfect for him!

-- I feel like he's the kind of person who's not going to understand if people flirt with him in a more subtle way. So if you're there to watch out for him, then he's going to really appreciate it, because he doesn't want other people flirting with him at all.

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You and Cove sat together on the beach, sharing a blanket and just enjoying the afternoon. You were back in the old neighborhood, having lived on your own for a few years, and you'd decided to spend some time at one of your favorite old haunts.

As you were talking, trying to figure out if you wanted to go for another swim or just stay put, a group of people started down the path to the beach. This particular area was usually deserted except for residents of the neighborhood, so it was a little surprising to see.

"Hey!" one girl called out when she saw you both looking over. You gave a polite wave, and Cove managed a "Hi."

The group set up their own space on the beach a bit further down from the two of you, but the girl who had greeted you kept glancing over. Cove was on the side of your blanket closest to them, and you saw her eyes roam his mostly bare body.

Instinctively, you reached out for his hand, intertwining your fingers and letting your hands rest on his thigh. He looked at you and grinned, understanding what was happening, and gave you a squeeze.

"She won't stop," you muttered to him, keeping an eye on the girl. "It's like she's shameless."

It was true -- the girl seemed to have certainly been trying to get Cove's attention. She would laugh loudly and look over to see if he'd heard her. She even stepped a little closer to you and slowly took off her cover up, revealing her swimsuit. When she was done, she looked back to see if Cove noticed.

He had not.

"Don't worry about it," he told you brightly. "Who cares what she's doing? I'm here with you, I'll always be here with you."

You smiled at the sweet sentiment, but still told him, "I care. It's disrespectful. We're obviously here together."

Cove looked back over, and accidentally met the girl's eyes. She gave him a grin, then started confidently walking over.

"Can you believe --" you began, about to get even more upset at the stranger's nerve, but your words were cut off when Cove suddenly placed his hand on the back of your head and pulled you in for a deep kiss.

By the time he was done, you weren't thinking about anyone else but him. He stayed close, pressing his forehead against yours, and his fingers were playing with the hair on the nape of your neck.

"What was that for?" you asked.

"Remember? I choose you and you choose me."

[starlightvivi]

“Soldier's Silent Love”

Part 1 👆

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Mention of :- Romance, suspense, smut, (mdni 18+) some fluff, a lot of flirting, jealous ghost, a fake married couple, possessive ghost.

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Summary: Y/N and Ghost, comrades who once kept their feelings unspoken, find themselves reunited on a mission where a forced fake marriage unravels years of hidden emotions. Ghost, who concealed his affection when you were transferred away, now faces the challenge of maintaining the act while wrestling with a love that never truly faded. In the midst of duty and deception, their story unfolds, blurring the lines between soldier and lover.

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PART 2

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Y/N looked at her drink, lost in thought. "I.... liked it" she murmured

“Oh?” Ghost's voice carried a small smile. “Well... I think we deserve another kiss.” With a hint of excitement, he leaned in, his eyes fluttering.

“Uh!”

His lips met your, a gentle pressure that sent a flush through his body as his arms held your bare back.

You could taste the lingering bourbon on his lips, closing your eyes and leaning into his touch, your fingers gripping his shoulder. The air pulsed with a heady mix of emotions, the moment charged with a blend of shared desire and the subtle intoxication of the bourbon lingering on their lips.

Ghost gently pulled you closer, closing his eyes as he continued to kiss you. His heart fluttered in chest, his free hand cupping the back of your head and running his fingers through your hair gently.

In the stillness of their kiss, Ghost's hand threaded through your hair, a gentle yet deliberate touch that added a subtle intensity to the moment. Each stroke conveyed a silent language of shared passion, making the kiss a nuanced dance of desire and connection.

“Mmm.” Ghost hums, drawing you closer, his hand gently squeezing your hip. "You look absolutely adorable when you're flushed," he whispers with a soft intensity.

You close your eyes, smiling softly

"Umm, Simon..." You starts tentatively.

“Yes, Y/N?” Ghost responds in a low, gentle voice. “Do you need something?”

You smiles politely, maintaining composure

"We're in the midst of a mission," you says, meeting his gaze while trying to conceal the subtle emotional turmoil beneath the surface.

Ghost pulled away from the kiss and sighed, his body heat rising. “Yeah, and the team is ready outside we can capture him easily but you want me to continue the show, right? To make it look like we’re in love?” Ghost asked, his voice tinged with annoyance.

You look at the target still having conversation with his girl, sigh "Sure, as long as the target won't get away...."

Ghost looks in that direction and sighed quietly. “The target is talking with her girlfriend right now, he doesn’t seem to see us.” He said, still holding your arm lightly.

"Hmm" you watches the target and take a sip of your drink.

Ghost lets go of your arm to take a sip of his drink as well, watching the target talk with her girlfriend. He was getting somewhat impatient and wanted to get the mission over with quickly.

"Where are they going??" You ask to ghost confused and curious.

“It seems like they’re gonna go somewhere private, they keep glancing at the doors.” Ghost said, a bit of his usual snark coming out. “Why’re you asking me, by the way?” He asked as he glanced down at you and his eyebrows rose.

In the dimly lit room, Ghost glanced over at Y/N as they both observed their mission unfolding. He discreetly reached for his communication device and whispered, "Captain, we've got eyes on the target. He's making a move."

The captain's voice crackled through the earpiece, "Understood, Ghost. Keep us informed."

As Ghost relayed crucial information, the tension in the room escalated. Suddenly, their target was surrounded by the captain's team. Y/N and Ghost watched in silence as the team swiftly moved in, apprehending the target with precision.

The sound of handcuffs clicking echoed through the room as the team secured their captive. Ghost and Y/N exchanged a glance, their eyes reflecting a mix of accomplishment and relief. The backdoor opened, revealing the team leading the captured target away into the shadows. It was a silent victory, and as the door closed, the weight of the successful mission settled in the room.

The captain arrived, a subtle nod of approval in their gaze as they acknowledged Ghost and Y/N's flawless execution of the mission.

"Maybe now we should get a private room too!!!"

You smirked and chuckled a little, happy that the mission went smoothly and had to not kill or hurt anyone.

“Fine, fine.” Ghost said, his words dripping with annoyance but also something that sounded like *excitement.* “As long as you know that after this mission, any romance ends. I’m not gonna be your fake boyfriend outside of this.” He said, as he grabbed your waist to pull you in closer.

"Wait, So are you gonna be my husband after the mission!!" Curiosity sparkled in your gaze, eager to hear his response.

The sarcasm slipped out of his voice as excitement and joy took over. “Yess~” He whispered, kissing your cheek. “Fake husband, of course.” He mumbled, his voice suddenly losing all snark and emotion. “But we’d make good real husband and wife, don’t you think?” Ghost asked, his voice hopeful as he looked down at you.

"Yea, sure we do!!" *You smiles at him and slightly blushes*

“Then, shall we find somewhere more private where you can excel at being the best fake wife?” Ghost whispered, sipping his drink.

His words, surprisingly devoid of his usual arrogance, carried a sweet undertone, offering a rare glimpse of his genuine self.

"Maybe we'll have plenty of time for each other once the work is done, honey~~" she purred, running her fingers teasingly over his chest. With an innocent look, she managed to undo the top button of his shirt, adding a playful twist to the moment.

"Are you *sure* you don't want to be my real wife?" Ghost whispered, his gaze fixed on you.

"What if I said, yes?" you teased, your voice a sultry whisper as you leaned in, your breath caressing his ear. A subtle moan escaped near his neck, a bold proclamation echoing the electrifying tension between you two.

“I’d marry you in a heartbeat.” Ghost said softly, his lips still pressed against your neck as he looked at you.

His voice was slightly more high-pitched and his words were laced with excitement, like he was actually saying his real thoughts to you.

You lock eyes with him, you fluttered your lashes, attempting to exude a charming cuteness.

Ghost stared down at you, his eyes filled with both love and hunger. His lips were still near your neck, and he bit your skin softly as he kissed your shoulder. “How about this? After the mission, if we both make it, you come stay with me for a week. Then we can figure out if this is love or not after.” Ghost whispered.

She smiles widely "bet"

"Amidst the camouflage of secrets, Ghost and Y/N discovered that the heart's code couldn't be encrypted, and love emerged as the unexpected ally in their mission."

To be continued…

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A/N: Hope you guys like and I will be grateful to you, if you support and reblog it 🤧 Im trying!! Let me know how it is 😶‍🌫️❤️ bye guys