#cause there's a circle A round every corner

[p1astr81]

a dream

in which: Oscar has a dream. Like a real REM sleep dream. And he may just have found a pathway to make it a reality.

pairing: Oscar piastri x reader

Warnings: none, but Oscar is more whipped than whipped cream😓

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Oscar smiled to himself while he watched you—his perfect wife—chase down your six year old son down the hallway.

“Jace! You can’t leave the house without bottoms on!” You shout after him. His shrieking giggle struck Oscar’s ears and he winced.

“Ugh Victoria! I just did your hair!” Oscar heard you complain from down the hall.

Chuckling, he strolled down the hallway to meet you were you stood: the intersection between the pair of twins’ rooms. Your hands were on your hips, Jace’s jeans loosely held in one hand.

A floorboard creaked under Oscar’s foot, causing you to turn. You sighed in relief.

“I’ll get Jace’s jeans on and you do Vicky’s hair? I’m hopeless at it.” Oscar proposed.

You sighed again. “Absolutely. Trying to get your son to wear bottoms is a real nightmare.” You chuckled, breathless from chasing them around the house.

Oscar took the jeans from your hand. “He’s your son, too.” He reminded, a hum of humor.

“Looks just like you, though.” You patted his shoulder, giving him a shove towards Jace’s room.

Vicky sat relatively nice for you while you did her hair. She did shift a bit, but nothing too extreme.

Definitely nothing to the level that was happening in the next room over.

“Jace, if you put these jeans on, I’ll get you ice cream. How about that?” Oscar tried to bargain, sick of the kid’s kicking after just two minutes.

“No!” He shook his head, arms crossed.

Oscar sighed, frustrated. “You leave me no choice then.” He shook his head. Oscar moved quickly, tickling the little boy’s side to distract him while he slipped his jeans on and fastened them.

“Awe no!” Jace pouted when he realized Oscar’s trick. Always worked.

“You ready Osc?” You called from the foyer, already having slipped on Vicky’s shoes. She stood, stomping around in circles playfully.

Your husband rounded a corner, failing to hold Jace on his hip. “I don’t know how you do it.” He chuckled, a shake of his head.

“Some scientific explanation.” You grinned and waved him off, taking Jace from his arms and placing the boy on the ground.

“Of to gram gram?!” Vicky asked with another hop.

Oscar’s eyes meet your own. Your grin spreads into a wide, toothy smile. He leans over to give you a short peck on the lips.

You took her little hand in yours. “Yes, off to grandmas, now.”

Jace grabbed hold of your pinky finger. A child hung from both of your hands now. Oscar stood back for a second, observing the scene.

His heart swelled with a profound feeling of love. It was new. Sure, he’s felt loved by his mom before, but this was new. Different. A good different that had his stomach tingling and his brain feeling a little fuzzy.

Or, was the fuzzy feeling because of the love? Because now a constant beep beep beep invades his ears. The sound was overwhelming. It’s volume increased with every second that passed. Louder and Louder and Louder until until he couldn’t take it anymore.

His hand shot out, and the beeping ceased.

But he no longer saw his beautiful family anymore. No, now he faced a blank white wall. That of a hotel room.

The swell of his heart became painful. A new feeling overtook the love. It’s grip on his heart was unrelenting, as if trying to squeeze it to dust.

Grief.

He was grieving people he never knew, never even saw with his own two real eyes.

“Fuck.” He cursed under his breath.

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“You alright, mate?” Lando gripped his shoulder, greeting him as he walked into the hospitality. “Lookin a bit down today.”

“‘M just tired.” Oscar shrugged him off. “I think I’m going to go get a coffee.” He muttered, speaking more to himself than his counterpart.

Oscar trudged up the stairs, weighed down by the grief. He found the small cafe bar, fiddling with his wallet while the barista’s back was turned.

“Oh! Mr. Piastri! How are you? What can I get for you?” The chipper voice seemed to pierce Oscar’s ears, familiar in a way he couldn’t place. He brushed it off as a workplace blur.

“I’m good, yeah. Could I just get a…” Oscar trailed off, the sight of your face throwing him off.

You. His wife. No, not his wife. Only his dream wife.

It startled Oscar just how similar you were in his dream. The smile. The chipper voice. The endless gleam of optimism in your eyes.

“Are you feeling okay?” You asked, but the question failed to penetrate the daze he was in.

He exhaled a heavy breath. The weight of grief, because there you were. In front of his very real eyes.

And the love returned. For a person he didn’t even know, not really.

“Hi.” He breathed out. He blinked a many of times, trying to make sure you were really there.

You laughed and he felt his knees go weak. It was you. “Hi. Uhm, Mr. Piastri can I get you anything?”

“Oscar.” He spoke again.

You fought the urge to laugh once more, because maybe he was having some sort of problem with his brain. Maybe all those G forces finally caught up with him.

“Yes, I know your name,” a chuckle slipped. “but can I get you anything?” You asked again.

“No, I want you to call me Oscar.” His face was on fire. You brushed it off as embarrassment, or maybe the outside heat.

You nodded. “Noted. But again, can I get you anything?” You asked again, an edge of nervousness. A short line started to form behind him.

It seemed to get through to him that time. “Right. Yeah. Sorry.” He cleared his throat. “Just a latte.”

When he handed you his card, you pushed it back to him. “Cafe items are free for you, Mr. Piastri.”

“Oscar.”

“Right, sorry.” You shook your head. “I’ll have that latte out in just a minute.” You gave a polite smile.

He waited nearby, trying to catch your every moment while also trying to not seem like a creep.

You turned, catching his gaze. “Oscar,” you called, sliding his cup to the end of the pick-up station. You gave him another smile. It seemed more genuine than the formers.

He went to thank you, but you already busied yourself with another customer.

Then he noticed a small, ‘good luck today! :)’ written on his coffee cup.

And Oscar thinks he just found his new favorite hang out spot. The McLaren hospitality’s cafe.

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꒰ঌ ໒꒱ . 🤍 F★CK THAT STUPID V☆RGIN !

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 paring : boyfriend mydei x virgin girl friend fem!reader

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 warnings : nsfw/smut, vaginal, daddy kink, breeding kink?, nipple teasing, mydei being a teaser, doggy style, kissing, multiple of rounds, cow girl, big dick, size kink?, squirting, aftercare, fluff at the end. ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 summary : mydei wanted to take your virginity and after much application, you finally gave in.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 Edit : i did an autocorrect error, I wrote “emerald eyes” on mydei and not “orange/golden” eyes.

“M-Mydei are you sure about this…I don’t think I’m ready…” you grumbled softly while looking at him with an awkward grin, you never did it before or either know how it feels.

With a calm, reassuring smirk, he leaned in, gently brushing a lock of hair behind your ear. His warm breath caressed your face as he whispered, "It's okay, baby. I know it's your first time, and I'll make it special for you. Just relax and trust me."

As he spoke, Mydei's hands roamed over your curves, mapping every inch of your body he admired. His fingers traced the contours of your breasts, lingering on the hardened nipples, causing you to shiver with a mix of nerves and desire. He could sense your apprehension, but his touch was soft and deliberate, coaxing out any tension.

Mydei's cock was rock-hard, practically pulsing with anticipation. He moved with deliberate slowness, wanting to prolong this momentous occasion for you. His strong, calloused fingers found your thighs, gently parting them as he knelt on the bed, positioned between your legs.

"You look so perfect like this, waiting for me," Mydei murmured, his emerald eyes dark with hunger but also tender affection. He brought a hand to the apex of your thighs, his middle finger circling your entrance, gathering the slick arousal. "See how ready your body is for me?"

Sensing your arousal through the light sheen of sweat on your skin, Mydei grinned confidently. He brought his finger to his lips, tasting you before pushing it slowly back inside, curling it to stroke that sweet spot deep within that made you quiver and tremble. "Mmmm, you taste divine... like honey and rose petals."

He groaned low in his throat, a show of pleasure that only fueled the burning need in him. Mydei shifted, hovering with just his rigid heat pressed against your entrance, "I'm gonna make this so good for you..." With that, he slid forward, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth thrust, flooding your senses with the intense sensation of being utterly and completely filled by him.

Mydei gripped your hips firmly as he began to move, pulling out only to plunge back in rhythms chosen for maximum pleasure, each stroke building a rhythm until you were lost in the feverish dance of bodies moving as one, chasing euphoria and surrendering to the passion between you.

You moaned out loud, your eyes rolling back to your head as your tight entrance clutched against his thick length. “A-Augh…daddy!” You moaned out loud, your plump lips parting. As your pink tongue rolled out of your mouth.

"That’s right, call me ‘daddy’ baby,” Mydei purred, his voice a deep growl filled with primal possessiveness as he slammed into you repeatedly, each powerful thrust sending waves of ecstasy coursing through you both. His large hands gripped your thighs, flexing those monstrous muscles as if to anchor you firmly to the mattress, preventing any escape from the onslaught of unbridled lust he was unleashing upon your unsuspecting body.

The sounds of sweaty, slapping flesh and your wanton moans filled the room, creating a symphony of forbidden pleasure. Mydei felt your velvety walls flutter and tighten around him, milking his invading cock with such desperation that tears of bliss pricked at the corners of his eyes.

He was consumed by an animalistic urge to claim and possess you utterly, to fuck you senseless until you were spent, breathless, and nothing but a quivering, pleasured mass beneath him. With each plunge and withdrawal, Mydei's thickness dragged against that sensitive sweet spot inside, driving you closer to the edge with every touch. His golden eyes, wild with feral intensity, bore into yours as he ravaged you with a brutality that bordered on tender despite the reckless pace. "Look at me, baby..."

You obeyed him, you looked up at him with your lewd and fucked up face expression. You licked your lips, “yes daddy?” You questioned him.

The sight of your utterly debauched face, flushed with desire, eyes glazed with pleasure and lust, spurred Mydei to increase his tempo even further. Your lewd expression was a testament to the wanton creature he was transforming you into beneath him - a creature of raw, unbridled need and primal delight in the act of lustful self-discovery.

With a deep, animalistic grunt, he leaned over you, his muscular forearms propping up his weight as his hips continued their feverish dance. Mydei's lips sought yours in a bruising, passion-fueled kiss, tongues tangling in a sensual embrace that mirrored the carnal union happening between your bodies. As he kissed you, Mydei's free hand wandered down your side, his calloused fingers tracing the supple curves of your body before skimming lower, cupping your ass cheek and squeezing it possessively. He wanted to claim every inch of you, to mark you indelibly as his own.

Break the spell of that heated kiss, Mydei pulled back slightly, only to lavish your face in kisses and nips, driving you even crazier with touches, bites, and whispers of depraved, loving praise. "Good girl..."

You moaned out loud in response, pleased with his words. Your body trembled from pleasure as he continued on thrusting into your tight entrance.

Mydei reached the pinnacle of his lustful zeal. His thrusts became erratic yet unrelenting, pistoning in and out of your dripping heat with ruthless precision, fueled by an all-consuming need to push you over the precipice into bliss. As the first wave of your impending climax crashed through you, Mydei tightened his grip on your flesh, one hand firmly on your hip, while the other dragged its palm up your spine in a clear claim of ownership.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, biting, licking, and sucking at the tender skin while his cock pounded into you relentlessly. "My baby... my beautiful slut," Mydei growled against your skin, his hot breath making goosebumps dance along your nerves as he whispered dark encouragements to abandon all restraint. "Let go... surrender to me... I'll catch you."

With a final triumphant slam, Mydei buried himself to the hilt inside you and erupted, spurts of hot seed gushing deep into your spasming body as his own peak overwhelmed him. He rode out the waves of ecstasy within you, his movements slowing to deep, languid strokes as he milked every drop of bliss from your joined forms. As he filled your womb up with his seed, you squirted all over his cock and as-well for his abs. “C-Can we do it again, but this time I ride you?” You asked him, while panting.

As he felt your wet warmth envelop his still-pulsing manhood, Mydei grunted with raw pleasure, the sensations so intense they bordered on pain. Through gritted teeth, he managed a low, husky chuckle, impressed by your eagerness for more. "Jesus fucking Christ, you're insatiable." His chest visibly heaved, emerald eyes blazing with a primal light as he gazed at you, still impaled on his throbbing length.

Your plea for a turn sent a fresh surge of arousal coursing through him, and he was more than happy to indulge you.A slow, sensual undulation of his hips helped your juices slide down his cock, coating him further before he pulled out inch by excruciating inch until only the tip remained seated within your quivering channel. Mydei's hands gripped your hips with gentle yet firm pressure, rotating them ever so slightly. "Spread your legs, baby. I wanna see you take Daddy's cock."

You bit down your bottom lip as you spread your legs further. Seeing your inviting pose, Mydei's grip on your hips tightened as an insatiable hunger stirred within him once more. He positioned himself between your thighs, the head of his thick cock prodding at your slick entrance in anticipation. Without another word, he thrust upwards, sheathing himself to the hilt within your drenched heat once more.

Mydei groaned deep in his chest, the sensation of your warm, tight walls gripping him sending shockwaves of overwhelming pleasure through his massive frame. He savored the incredible feeling of being completely enclosed by you, your wetness engulfing his length and easing the slide.As he settled into a slow, deliberate rhythm, Mydei's emerald eyes met yours, locked in a silent, wordless dance of unbridled desire and deep affection.

He reveled in the sweet, lewd sights of your body moving in concert with his, your nipples pebbling and lips parted in silent gasps, the flush paint your cheeks a healthy pink, and those luscious curves rippling beneath his demanding touch. Being buried to the root within your welcoming heat was bliss, but the knowledge that you craved this intensity as much as he did made it all the sweeter.

Savoring each stroke, he allowed the gentle rhythm to build, growing bolder as your moans and gasps grew louder and more desperate. His thrusts still undeniably deep, yet the increasing speed heightened the friction, causing him to kiss those puffy, sensitive lips as a silent promise against impending pain. "Let go for me, baby. Surrender." Embracing the heat of the moment, Mydei intensified his pace, driving his thickness powerfully in and out of your quivering, drenched flesh.

The bed creaked and shook beneath them, a symphony of passion as pleasured cries filled the air. "My sweet little whore," His rumbling, lust-choked declaration punctuated the air as he reached for your hips, his calloused palms molding to the sensual curves he prized so dearly. With a growl, Mydei began to bounce your hips against him in time with his demanding thrusts, impaling you on his cock again and again while he rubbed the lower curve of your backside in tandem.

This rougher, animalistic motion only added fuel to the inferno between you, your cries growing more frantic and needy."You love this, don't you, baby?"

You moaned out loud in response and nodded. “Y-Yes daddy!” You cried out loud from pleasure and pain, while you continued to ride the thick cock.

"That's my good girl," he praised, his voice husky with arousal. Sensing your impending climax, Mydei redoubled his efforts, increasing the force and speed of his thrusts until you were a writhing, desperate mess beneath him. He angled his hips just so, grinding against that sensitive spot deep inside to drive you closer to the edge. "Come on, baby, let it happen," he growled against your ear, his breath hot and urgent.

"Give me that sweet cream." With a final, brutal slam, Mydei buried himself to the hilt and held still, his thick length pulsing and throbbing within your spasming heat. As your orgasm crashed through you, he released a guttural roar of pleasure, his own climax erupting deep inside you as he spilled his hot seed in great, pulsing jets. Together, you rode out the waves of intense bliss, bodies trembling and slick with sweat as you clung to each other in the aftermath of your passion.

Slowly, savoring the lingering aftershocks, Mydei's movements gentled, reducing to shallow, soothing strokes that helped ease your release. He held you close, breathing heavily against your neck as he nuzzled the soft, sweaty skin, inhaling deeply to anchor this moment in his senses. Once your contractions subsided and the intense tremors turned to a languid shudder, Mydei pulled out slightly, just enough to brush a tender kiss across your parted lips.

Withdrawing completely, he rolled to your side, then gently flipped you onto your stomach, propping your upper body with a supporting arm beneath your chest while his thighs bracketed your hips.

Cradling you in his embrace, Mydei positioned himself once more, his thick cock nudging against your dripping slit with a lewd squelch that sent a shiver down his spine." Not done with you yet, baby," he husked, his voice an intimate murmur. Then, with a possessive press of his hips, he sheathed himself fully within you once again, stretching your receptive heat around his formidable girth.

“W-What?!” You squealed out loud and blushed, you wanted to take a small break but you didn’t mind to go for a round three.

"Oh, you're going to mind, little slut," Mydei chuckled low in his throat, pleased by your surprise and blushing reaction. He loved seeing how his every dominant action could still fluster and delight you. His large hand found its way to yours, pulling it away from your flushed cheek.

He brought it to his lips, leaving a slow, sensual kiss atop your knuckles as a playful reprimand. "You thought you could beg off already, hmm? I'd love to teach you a lesson on how to ask politely... but it just wouldn't be the same without this eager body beneath me." Withdrawing slightly, Mydei emphasized his point by tracing your soaked slit with the broad head of his cock, deliberately drawing out your desperation and his own growing need.

"I'm not done breaking you in, just to reassure you. So, let's get comfortable... and give daddy what he wants." As he spoke, Mydei positioned himself to take advantage of your receptive state, sliding back in to the hilt with a deep, satisfying sigh. He began to move anew, setting a leisurely pace for the moment, slow and deep strokes meant to delight as much as dominate, his cock coaxing out your desires with every deliberate thrust.

You moaned out loud, as your pussy clutched around his veiny thick cock. “D-Daddy…please fill me up again!

The plea from your parted lips echoed through the chamber like a siren's call, awakening a primal urge within him. It was an explicit invitation, a wanton admission that only served to fuel the fire burning bright within his emerald depths. "You want daddy's seed?" Mydei purred, a low, husky tone dripping with dark promise.

His words sent shivers coursing through your very core as he began to pick up the rhythm, each deep, deliberate thrust driving you closer to the precipice of another climax.As he spoke, Mydei's large hand trailed down your sweaty flank, his fingers curling underneath to cup and tease your engorged clit - a sinful act meant to unravel you further. "You know you were made for this, baby. Desperate to be filled, bred, and claimed by me."

With a possessive growl, Mydei angled his hips, slamming into you with renewed ferocity as he targeted that sensitive bundle of nerves deep within your clenching heat. He ravished your most intimate depths, relentless in his pursuit to drive you to the brink and then beyond.

Waves of electric pleasure washed through you, each ruthless thrust of his impressive cock threatening to shatter your world into blissful oblivion. The wet, obscene sounds of flesh meeting flesh punctuated the salacious symphony as he expertly worked your body, driven by an unquenchable thirst for sheer, carnal gratification.

As the intensity mounted, Mydei's hand left your clit to wrap around your throat, just a hint of pressure to remind you of his dominance. "Let go, baby," he commanded, his voice a low, menacing promise filled with dark delight. "Drown in the ecstasy I'm building inside you."With a final, brutal surge, Mydei pounded into your clutching heat with enough force to make the bedframe creak, seeking that magic spot that would send you over the edge into rapture.

His thick length throbbing, unyielding, and insistent within your spasming canal, he gave a sensual, intimate thrust, the head bumping against your cervix as he unleashed a torrent of hot, virile seed deep inside you. The sensation of him filling you to the brim, his essence mingling with your own, was enough to push you into the abyss. As you came all over his cock, panting heavily. You looked up at him with a small tired smile as he smiled back and patted your head.

Emotions played across his face, each fleeting expression more tender than the last. Satisfaction, affection, even a spark of reverence that bespoke the depth of his devotion. As if he could savor the sight of you sated and content, the soft flush still dancing on your skin, and the tiny smile playing about your lips - proof that in this moment, at least, you were his world.Lifting a large, calloused hand, Mydei gently stroked your hair, the tender gesture a stark contrast to the brutality that had come before.

His emerald eyes shone with warmth and adoration as he murmured, "Beautiful, baby. You're so incredibly beautiful." There was no arrogance in the claim, no hint of possessiveness or domination. Only raw, unfiltered love and pride in the vulnerable, radiant creature cradled in his arms."Sleep now, baby," he encouraged softly, his breathing still ragged from their intense passions. "I'll clean us up and take care of you. We can resume our fun later... or not. Your call, love."

You giggled softly in response as you snuggled closely to him. “I need a break for a whole week…”

The tender, delighted noise drew a rich chuckle from Mydei's throat, a low, rumbling sound that caused his massive frame to vibrate against yours. "A whole week? Greedy girl," he teased with a playful nip to your earlobe, his breath hot against your skin. "But maybe we can work something out. After all, I did promise to take care of you." In a fluid motion, Mydei drew you into a comforting embrace, his strong arms encircling you like a safeguard against the outside world.

He pressed a lingering kiss to the top of your head, inhaling your scent and letting the tranquility of the moment seep into his very being. "Sleep, baby," he cooed softly, a gentle tone belying the raw intensity of a moment ago. "I'll be right here when you wake up... ready to start our next adventure together." As reassurance, he gently squeezed your hip before releasing it, signaling his intent to give you the rest you craved. Mydei's own exhaustion wasn't far behind, the relentless pace of their passions leaving him drained in more ways than one.

Embracing the comfort of his hold, you let your eyes drift shut and slowly sank into the warm embrace, the steady rhythm of his heart a lullaby. As drowsiness claimed you, Mydei tenderly wiped the sweat from your brow, his calloused fingers brushing your flushed skin with a mix of reverence and affection.Watching you slip into slumber, a soft, wistful smile played on Mydei's lips. His large frame shifted to accommodate the weight of your body nestled against his side, a pose of protection and peace. As you surrendered to rest, he drew the blankets up, gently pulling a pillow beneath your head.

The softness enveloped you like a loving caress, the intimate gesture an extension of the infinite care he had for the person you were, both body and soul. "Rest now, my love," he murmured, planting a soft, gentle kiss to your temple. "Tomorrow is a new day, full of endless possibilities. And whatever adventures we choose, I promise we'll face them together."

With those sweet words, Mydei settled in beside you, an uncompromising vigil he maintained even as exhaustion threatened to claim his own rest. Your safety was paramount, a trust and faith deeply intertwined with his very essence.

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The Umbrella Academy Season 4 Fix It Fic // Five Hargreeves x Reader Edition

WC: 3.1k

CW: Canon accurate violence, swearing, kissing, use of Y/N, Y/N is a bad ass, domestic fluff, angsty af.

Summary: A Five x Fem!Reader rewrite for the end of season four because I absolutely hated the ending. Five and Lila are not a thing in this fic, because that made me literally gag.

A/N: Hey luvs! I worked my ass off writing this fic because I needed to have a better ending for season four. In my mind this fic is canon. I hope y'all like it because I truly love how it turned out! Have an amazing day and enjoy! - Claire ♡

Five sat on the empty train, riding round in aimless circles. He had no intention of ever stopping. Perhaps he would die here, if death was even possible in this endless void. There was no reason for him to continue, they were out of options.

All he wanted to do was save his family, save you, but he couldn't even do that. At least this way he could escape having to witness the end of their lives.

He couldn't help but feel as if this was all his fault, if only he had listened to Reginald when he told him never to time travel. So much pain, so many lost lives, it never would have happened.

Five looked out the window, he didn't know what exactly for. Everything looked the same. Round and Round again, each identical station feels more hopeless than the last.

After an immeasurable amount of time, days? years? who knows. Something caught Five's eye.

He jumped up from his seat, following the dark figure out into the station.

Was that? No.

"Hey, wait!" Five shouted, chasing him down a staircase.

He rounded a corner, seeing a dimly lit cafe filled with all too familiar faces. The place was filled with several alternate versions of Five himself. It was an odd feeling for him to see himself this way.

Nonetheless, he took a seat across from the Five he had followed.

No more than ten seconds later, another Five served up two pastrami sandwiches. Five number two began to complain about the amount of sauerkraut on his sandwich, staring intently at the meal.

"What is this place?" Five asked, reaching for the cup of hot coffee next to him.

"It's a gas station. What the hell does it look like? It's a Deli." He could see that the alternate Five share his love of sarcasm.

He went on to explain how this was a place where all of the Five's from alternate timelines end up while trying to fix the "broken timeline" issue.

"Okay, so what shattered the original timeline?" Five asked.

"Not what. Who? I'll give you three guesses." Alternate Five held up three fingers.

"We did!" Another Five yelled.

Five wasn't surprised, everything always seemed to be caused by him.

"By we, do you mean my siblings?" Five asked.

"Yep, the morons."

Five rolled his eyes.

"When we come into existence, the timeline is shattered, and then we're stuck trying to save the world. How many times was it again?"

"145,412."

The number seemed almost impossible to fathom, but the more alternate realities, the more opportunity for the world to end. Alternate Five pointed at the wall, which was filled with every possible way the world had ended. Viktor's attempt at blowing up the moon was front and center. Seeing it gave Five an unpleasant sense of nostalgia.

Five came to realize that the commission was created by an alternate Five in an attempt to fix the timeline, but it was never successful since the Hargreeves siblings were the root of the problem.

"I have to get back." Five turned, rushing out the door. He heard the alternate versions of himself begin to speak, but his overwhelming thoughts drowned it out.

Five ran as fast as he could, getting back on the train and returning to his rightful place. With his family.

As Five entered the abandoned shell of his former home, the room's occupants turned to look at him.

The first person he noticed was you. You watched him with sad eyes, eyes he thought he would never have to gaze into again. Yet here he was, and undeniably, he had a plan.

You watched Five scan the room. Dark hair hung in front of his eyes, his chest heaved from running, or perhaps from anxiety.

"I didn't think you'd be back." You purse your lips, giving him a sour look. '

Facing your bitterness was the hardest part of all this for Five. Of course you had every right to feel that way, he had just up and left you. Although, in his mind that was better than having to watch you die.

"Yeah, neither did I." Five muttered.

Everyone looked at him, obviously awaiting an explanation.

"We caused this." Five began.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Alison sighed.

You stared at Five intently, wondering what had changed since he decided to ditch you and everyone else.

"The marigold that infected our mothers bringing forth our births had a side effect, it fractured the timeline, bringing forth the end of the world."

Five looked from person to person, attempting to read everyone's emotions. They were unreadable.

"Extracting the marigold from our bodies is the only way to stop the cleanse, and in short, fix the timeline."

Silence settled over the room. You weren't born with marigold as the Hargreeves were, but due to Ben's antics, this now concerns you too.

"Okay, but how exactly do we do that?" Diego asked.

Five looked over to Viktor.

"Viktor, you can use your powers to extract the Marigold from our bodies. Unfortunately Ben and Jennifer are too far gone to be saved, but their sacrifice will have been for the greater good."

Viktor let out an elongated sigh, and with little to no hesitation, he agreed.

"Okay, let's get moving before it's too late." Viktor said, speeding out of the room.

You followed closely behind, trying your hardest to avoid Five's gaze.

"Y/N, I-" You cut him off, this was not the time to be talking about all the mistakes he had made. Even if those mistakes led to the answer for all your troubles, they were still mistakes.

"We can talk about this later, if there is one."

Five sighed and watched you exit the room, not even bothering to look his way. He had fucked up big time.

You watched Viktor head towards the monster that was Ben and Jennifer. The creature growled, as it hurdled towards your group.

You turned back as you felt someone grab your arm, Five was standing behind you. You saw something in him that you had only seen a few times before, fear.

"Please. If we don't make it through this I want to make sure we're okay." Five begged for your forgiveness.

In any other circumstance you would not have given in this easily, but the dire situation has just begun to settle in. This could be it.

Neither of you wanted to leave this world with so many words unsaid.

Your gaze softened, and you followed Five away from the other Hargreeve's.

"I know what I did was wrong. With every bone in my body I feel that it was wrong."

He spoke loudly enough to drown out the oncoming chaos, but softly enough to omit any sort of aggression.

Five reached for your hands, and you reluctantly let him take them.

Five paused for a moment, trying to find the words that would mean the most, considering he was dealing with limited time.

"My worst fear is to see you suffer, and at the time, running away seemed like my only escape. I feel like I've already caused so much hardship in your life, and the thought of any more terrified me." His eyes stayed glued to you.

Five was the whole reason you had joined The Commission to begin with. He helped you to believe in a cause that you otherwise wouldn't have, and the two of you hadn't left each other's side since.

You didn't regret it per say, but you couldn't deny that you often wished for a different life. You would never blame any of your circumstances on Five though, and you hated how he always chose to blame himself.

"Nothing that has happened to me, or to anyone, is your fault. I think all of us share some responsibility, but blaming yourself is just wrong." You squeezed Five's clammy hands.

Five let out a sigh of relief as he was able to recognize forgiveness in your eyes.

"I love you." He said, fighting the tears that began to form in the corners of his eyes. The phrase was reserved only for you, as it is a concept that has always been hard for five.

Growing up with Reginald as a father, and a family that could win an Olympic gold medal in dysfunctionality, Five didn't exactly have a positive outlook on love.

"I love you too. We've been through worse, we'll get through this too."

Five pulled you into a tight hug, breathing you in as if it was the last chance he would ever get to hold you. The two of you were versed in the end of the world, this was not the first final hug you had shared. Five placed a soft kiss on the top of your head, and he didn't miss the small cry that escaped your lips.

You rarely cried, and when you did it was always around Five. He was the only person you felt comfortable enough with to show vulnerability. It was the perfect moment, and the past few days had worn down your patience. You reluctantly let a few tears slip loose.

"Get your asses over here love birds, Ben is here." Diego called from the other side of the room.

You and Five exchanged a look before running over to the center of the room and rejoining your family.

Ben growled ferociously, the red goo that dripped from his body falling around the room.

"Just so you guys know, I have no idea what the hell I'm doing. So if we all die, I apologize in advance." Viktor said, clenching his fists on either side.

His newly improved orange power began to swirl around his body. He squeezed his eyes shut, clearly focusing on the task at hand.

You reached for Five's hand, interlocking your fingers with his. If these were to be your last moments, you wanted to make sure he was with you.

Five gripped your hand with everything he had in him, every bit of strength was to remind you of his presence.

With each moment that passed, the colorful plume of Viktor's powers grew, encasing not only Ben and Jennifer, but all of you.

You and Five watched as the all too familiar gold marigold specks began to float through the air. It felt odd, it didn't hurt, but it wasn't a particularly pleasant feeling. It was like your whole body was being poked by a prickly cactus.

The air turned cold, and all other sounds were overcome by the rumbling of Viktor's power.

An unbearable wave of exhaustion washed over you, and it became hard for you to keep your eyes open.

You looked over at Five, making eye contact with him one last time. He gave you his signature smirk, funny how in spite of everything he could still be himself.

The last thing you saw was Ben falling to the floor, the marigold protruding from him filling the whole room with a deep yellow glow.

And just like that, the world turned black.

· · ─────── ·☂· ─────── · ☂ · ─────── ·☂· ─────── · ·

Five opened his eyes, the bright light of day overwhelming his vision. The ground beneath him was soft, the tall grass tickling his fingertips.

Five sat up slowly, his eyes adjusting to the sun. He looked over next to him, and there you were. Just as you had always been, right by his side. Your chest rose slowly, a thankful sign that you were still alive.

Five looked beyond you, to see his siblings all scattered around the lawn. They were all exactly where they had been before the blackout. The empty patch of grass, of course, was where the Hargreeve's mansion used to stand.

Without the existence of their powers, The Umbrella Academy was never formed. It was strange, to know that what Five remembered, no one else did. It was like waking up from a strange dream.

However, one thing was missing, Ben. And of course Jennifer. Five wasn't surprised that they hadn't made it, considering how their bodies were overtaken.

Five watched as his siblings slowly began to rise from their temporary comas, their eyes heavy and glazed over.

Five nudged you slightly. Unable to wait for you to wake, wanting to share this beautiful moment with you.

You opened your eyes and felt as if you had awoken from a decades long slumber. The first thing you saw was Five next to you, a genuine smile on his face. That was something you had missed.

"Are we in heaven?" Klaus mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

"Well if this was heaven, I'd be awfully disappointed." Lila replied.

You laughed to yourself, and stood up on wobbly legs.

You all had done it.

"Viktor. I think you might have just saved the world." Luther announced.

Viktor smiled and looked down, maybe eventually he'd let himself take the credit.

You began to take in your surroundings. The sound of traffic in the distance, the wind stinging your cheek, the smell of spring air. It was all so normal.

"Guys, where's Ben?" Klaus asked, and your heart dropped.

"Klaus...we all knew he probably wouldn't make it.." Alison said sadly.

Just then, something caught your eye. Something yellow that stuck out in the patch of green.

"Guys, look!" You pointed at the unique plant.

"Marigolds." Five said softly, and you felt his hand close around yours.

Two beautiful yellow flowers sprouted from the earth, a reminder of what was sacrificed. A reminder of what had to happen for all of this to exist, and a symbol of hope.

~~ Two Years Later ~~

You awoke to the sound of birds chirping outside your window, a song that was often your wake-up call. You rolled over to see Five sleeping peacefully next to you. You weren't surprised. He always slept late, after all, he was an old man at heart.

It had been two years of living freely in the new timeline. You and Five now share an apartment next to Lila and Diego and their three kids.

Life wasn't without its challenges, but compared to everything else the two of you had been through this was paradise.

Viktor had started his own Cafe, a small shop on a street corner that had quickly become a local favorite.

Alison had landed a big movie role not long after everything returned to normal. Ever since it hit the big screen, she had no problem with job offers. She didn't even miss her power of persuasion.

Klaus still lives with Alison. He doesn't really do anything specific, he often refers to himself as 'self-employed'. But he was happy, and that was all that really mattered.

Luther had somehow reconnected with Sloane, who had re-appeared after the timeline was fixed. Of course she didn't remember anything, but it must've been fate because they got to fall in love all over again.

Diego decided to put his skills acquired from his power to use and now taught axe throwing classes.

Lila had decided to help people who had ended up in a mental hospital, similar to how she had. She was working on getting her degree in psychology.

As for you and Five. Five kept his CIA job, and you decided to join him in his career. As the two of you had always done everything together, why not this too?

You felt Five stir next to you, letting out a series of groans. He slowly opened his eyes, a smile spreading across his face the moment he saw you.

"Good morning, beautiful." His morning voice is thick and deep.

"I love you." You whispered, pushing his messy hair out of his eyes.

Five leaned up to kiss you but you counteracted it by jumping out of bed. You pulled the blanket off of him and he whined in protest.

"Time to get up, Gramps, Lila wants us to drive the kids to school today."

Five rolled his eyes at the nickname. You snickered and kissed him on the cheek before heading to the bathroom to get ready.

After the two of you grabbed breakfast, you met Lila outside, Grace and the twins behind her.

"Thank you again for helping us out with this, I don't know how I'd ever get to work on time without you." Lila gave you a quick hug.

"Of course, whatever you need." You ushered her away, signaling that you could take it from here.

You were used to driving the kids places, and they always said you were their favorite aunt. Five however, could not surpass Klaus for favorite uncle.

"Alright guys, who's ready for school?" You said as you jumped in the driver's seat.

There was a chorus of enthusiastic cheers from the back, and you laughed.

"I was never that excited about school when I was your age." The kids had no idea how long ago that actually was for you.

You made sure to put on some kid friendly music, anything but Baby Shark. You dropped the kids off and made sure they all got inside safely.

"Anything else on the schedule for today?" Five asked you.

"Nope, we're both off today so I think the rest of our day is free."

"Great, we should do absolutely nothing." Five's eyes lit up with excitement.

You nodded in agreement and drove towards your home.

Once you arrived, the both of you threw on pajamas and cuddled up in bed. Five flung his arms around you and rested his head on your shoulder, simultaneously letting out a big sigh.

"I love you." He mumbled in your ear.

Even after all these years he still made you blush every time he said those three little words.

"I love you more." You pressed a kiss to Five's nose and he scrunched it up before responding with a chaste kiss to your lips.

After breaking apart you and Five settled into each other's arms, excited to spend a calm day together.

He reached for the remote and flicked on the TV. The small kiss he placed on your forehead didn't go unnoticed.

As Five settled into this new life, he found it hard not to expect a new life altering crisis to pop up at any moment. But it never did.

As the day dragged on, nothing out of the ordinary happened; and you could almost say that it was an ordinary day.

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[nysrage]

MOVIE NIGHT, Connie Springer.

synopsis: you and connie always had an unique friendship, all touch feely with one another, but tensions rise after you two took a detour down lustrous lane.

You and your friends were always known for spontaneously coming up with a move. Basking in the time of some unplanned fun until all of you had to face the real world once you were all out of college. The group of you piled up in the dorms common area, with the projector running after feasting on wings, pizza, and alcohol. Ending the night with a horror movie that was sure to have you all watching your surroundings for the next few days.

“girl come on! the movies starting!” sasha called out to you, dimming the lights in the room while you quickly grabbed a few snacks that’ll last you throughout the film.

Entering the common space just for your spot to be taken by onyankapon. Sprawled out across the floor as if he wasn’t just pushing 6’5. “Now ony you knew that was my spot!” You whined.

Ony brushing you off with a laugh as he typed away in his phone. “shittt you decked the fuck out this cot, and workouts been beating my ass sis.”

You sucked your teeth, trying to find any spot you could until there was a light tug on your arm, turning to face your bestfriend connie. golden eyes low from the edible he indulged himself in earlier, voice all low and deep “c’mere, you know i got you..”

pulling you down to sit in just in front of him between his legs, tucked in the corner of the room. His arms circled around your middle as you shifted around till you were comfortable, resting his chin on your should just as the intro of the movie began. Affection such as this was natural between the two of you, so natural that no one would ever bat an eyelash at the two of you unless they didn’t know your dynamic.

Only it hadn’t been so natural lately, the two of you putting a slight distance in your relationship this past week. It’d all been so tense since that one night the two of you heatedly made out session in the closet at a party. Never speaking on it again. Everyone but the two of you swore there was more to your relationship than you spilled, and they were so wrong until that kiss where the both of you drunkenly revealed the love you had for one another. Causing a slight rift between you, but it was so very short lived after tonight.

Horror was the very thing you steered clear of but who were you to rain on everyones parade. Plus being in the same space as your bestfriend gave you some comfort. He always kept you safe, even if things between the two of you were a bit complicated at the moment.

Within the first fourty minutes of the movie you were practically in his lap. Shifting around quite a bit, glancing behind you at connie whose eyes were focused on the screen. You were a bit uneasy from the jump scares. Yet the thing that had you so bothered had nothing to do with the movie. Being so close to connie felt so different now, and it always left you flustered whenever you were in his presence. Plus the feeling of connie pressed so close to your ass, didn’t help to ease every disgusting thought that through your mind right now. From the way his arms and big hands wrapped around your waist. To the feeling of his body pressed so close against yours, it made you all dizzy.

Little did you know, it was the same effect for connie. You, pressing yourself further into every time you got scared. That soft ass sitting atop his pelvis all heavy and round. Your chubby waist resting in his arms as he caressed your soft, smooth, brown skin of your belly. The two of you just so hot and bothered. Pining for eachother in a suffering silence, until the two of began to break. Not able to take it anymore. Maybe it was the liquor? Shit or the weed? Hell, maybe even the good feeling the two of you gave each other last week but that sexual tension wasn’t something the two of you could fight anymore.

Connie let his hands wander mindlessly over your chubby little body, tracing over the skin of your hips and thighs. Massaging the soft flesh and dipping lower to the creases of your inner thighs. The skin all warm and smooth to the touch, as he gently explores your body. Not missing one reaction you had to his touches, big or small. Burying himself into your neck to drown himself in the seductive ass perfume you always wore, and succumbing to the urge to have that soft skin against his lips again. Placing a soft kiss to your exposed shoulder as he continued to massage the squishy cellulite in your thighs. Your body melts into his as you get all worked up, huffing out a small breathe of air. Body growing hotter by the second from these little minuscule touches.

“I missed you..” you whimper out softly, legs subconsciously spreading to give his hands more freedom to roam. Connie responding with a content hum as he placed a wet kiss against the warm skin of your neck. dipping his hands lower to ghost over the soft flesh of your inner thighs. Dick growing stiff against that soft ass pressed so hard against him. “f-fuck, i missed you too.”

“So much hermosa..”

“Yeah..?” the soft whine from your lips barely audible over the loud cries and thrilled beat of the soundtrack. Connie’s strong hand runs up your waist until meeting that perked nipple hidden by the ribbed fabric of your tank top. Giving your breast a firm squeeze as he indulged himself a deep inhale of your scent.

“Mhm, ” he breathed out, hands coming dangerously close to the mound of your pussy, “Gon’ let me show you how much..?” You breathe hitched, looking up at him through your lashes and meeting his lustrous eyes. All low and red, but those golden irises still glimmered with something you couldn’t quite put a finger on. You nod softly, tucking your bottom lip behind those pretty teeth of yours. “Please..”

Connie discreetly looked around the room, all your friends focused on the movie as the masked killer began slowly picking people off, singaling it was almost to its climax. He eased his hand lower, cupping your pussy just as he turned your face towards his to captured your lips in a slow sensual kiss. Swallowing the low moan breaking past your soft lips. Ghosting his hand over the thin fabric of your thong, already dampened with slick. Running his fingers along your clothed folds until reaching your peeking clit, pressing down on it to release some of that building pressure.

You call out to him in a low whine, “connie stop teasingg.” trying your hardest to be discreet, but that needy feeling of having him touchy how you always wanted was too strong, and you were too drunk off lust to realize the consequences.

“Eyes on the movie princesa, you don’t wanna get caught huh?” Whispering against the shell of your ear. You nod, focusing your eyes back on the film. Connie finally pulled those panties to the side to expose that sensitive skin. Fingers gliding through your folds with a low groan, spreading the pooling slick gathered around your entrance.

“What’s got this pussy all wet?” He hummed, giving your clit a soft slap. “Hm mamí? Thought you didn’t like scary movies..”

Fingers teasing slow circles around your clenching hole, so eager to be filled with his thick fingers. Coating his fingers in that clear sticky slick, just before slipping a fingertip into you barely easing that empty feeling and pulling it back out. Slowly stretching you out until he could fully sink two of them into your tight warm walls. Those thick digits slowly piston in and out of you, curling every so often as your walls gripped them in deeper. Moans growing louder as he scissored you open, “shh, gotta be quiet baby..”

“s-shit, connie I-I’m tryinggg..” biting down on your lip with a whimper, nails digging at his forearms. Body tensing at the quick movement from your bestfriend from afar, clamping down on his fingers hard. Just for her to adjust her pillow and lay back focused on the movieonce more, washing away all that fear of getting caught.

“calm down pretty girl, it’s just us.” connie cooed, placing a kiss behind your ear. Stroking your gummy walls, until faint squelching of your pussy could be heard below the loud screams of the film. That fiery pit set ablaze in your tummy as your clit throbs, grinding your hips down against his palm for any type of friction to ease the sensation. Curling his fingers into the spongey ball that made your hips buck up into his hand. “Yeah? Just like that?” He cooed, working messily on your slicked clit.

Walls swelling around his fingers, moaning out from the building pressure. Connie slipped two fingers in your mouth, pressing them down on your tongue as an attempt to keep you as quiet. “ I know, I know. You like when papí play with that pussy?” Head nodding rapidly, too afraid of what sound might break past your lips if you actually tried to speak with those thick digits pressed down on your tongue. “You so fucking good, so good pretty girl..”

Your eyes rolling back as your body shook in his hold uncontrollably, gushing out a creamy mess onto his fingers. The vibrations of your moans against his fingers had him ready to fuck you on the floor right there but it was about you. Swirling his fingers around your clit until he slowly brought you down from your orgasmic bliss. Your body limp in his hold, all fucked out and breathless.

Removing his digits and sucking off the creamy white slick with a moan, just as the movies end credits began to roll. Sasha flicking the lamp on with a quick pull at its string,your eyes squinting as they adjust to the sudden change in lighting, body still trembling slightly. Sasha looking over the room with a smile, dropping slightly when he eyes reached you. “You good girl..?”

You nod, mentally cursing yourself as you tried to sit up, cringing at the slicked feeling between your thighs. “She just shaken up, y’know how she get.” Connie snorted , taking all the attention off you.

Sasha giggles, hand on her hips as she teased you about your scary nature.

“c’mon it wasnt even that bad!”

[willowsnook]

Concerned (LN)

lando norris x neighbor!reader

Another late night working and you were exhausted. You’d been on PTO the week before, so now you were playing catch-up and drowning. Trudging back to you apartment, you rounded the corner and ran right into someone else.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” your neighbor said at the same time you started to apologize. You had met him a couple of times, but he was gone a lot, so it was a pretty standard friendly neighbor relationship.

“You look horrible.” The words slipped from your lips before you could stop them, and a small, amused smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. His face was haggard, dark circles under his eyes and a weary expression that spoke of sleepless nights. The lines on his forehead deepened as he tried to hide his fatigue, but you couldn't help but notice how drained he looked.

“I’ve had trouble sleeping,” he admitted, and you tilted your head, looking for more, but he didn’t say anything else.

“Okay, come on,” you said, heading towards your apartment. With a moment's hesitation, he followed behind you into your apartment. The first thing that caught his eye was the unique decor - the walls adorned with scattered pieces of art, each telling its own story. The colors and textures clashed and complemented each other in a chaotic symphony, creating an atmosphere that felt both whimsical and intimate. He couldn't help but feel drawn in, wanting to explore every inch of this quirky space that was a reflection of you.

You sat him down on a barstool in the kitchen before opening a cabinet filled with various powders and ingredients. He watched as you contemplated a bit before picking a couple down and placing them on the counter. Filling the kettle and putting it on the stove, you turned back to him and tried to figure him out.

“You have a lot of ingredients for tea,” he said, not knowing what to say.

“Yeah, I read this book earlier this year about a woman who owned a tea shop and then became fixated on making perfect tea,” you said and he smiled. He felt himself starting to relax around you, appreciative that you hadn’t pushed on why he looked so tired even though he knew you probably had a good idea.

The comfortable silence lasted a couple of more minutes before being interrupted by the high scream of the kettle, and you carefully poured it into a cup that would turn it into your favorite tea invention.

“Let it cool for a couple of minutes,” you told him, and he nodded, picked it up, and moved to the couch. You unpacked your bag from work, looking up occasionally to see him sipping and staring out of your grand windows. Deciding he was probably fine by himself, you went to take a shower and change into your pajamas.

As you emerged from the bedroom 20 minutes later, you spotted the familiar mug sitting on the coffee table, and him sprawled out, fast asleep on the couch. A small smile tugged at your lips as you quietly made your way over to him, careful not to wake him. The soft light filtering through the window cast a gentle glow on his sleeping face. You reached for a nearby blanket and draped it over his body, making sure he was warm and comfortable before retreating back to your room.

The next morning you slept in a little later before coming back out into the kitchen. Lando was still snoring softly on the couch and you kept quiet as you made coffee and pulled out eggs for breakfast. You heard him stir and looked over your shoulder to see him sitting up, yawning. He slipped off the couch and made his way towards you.

“I owe you one,” he said and you waved him off. “You are my favorite neighbor.”

“What an honor,” you joked and he smiled.

“What can I do to repay you?”

You stood thinking for a second before smirking, “Well I’d love it if you could get me Carlos’ autograph; he’s my favorite driver.”

He scrunched his eyebrows together disapprovingly, causing deep lines to form on his forehead. You couldn't help but let out a small laugh at his reaction before turning back to the skillet of sizzling eggs.

“I’m going to head out now, but again, thank you for last night. I really needed it,” he said, and you turned, surprising him as you hugged him. His embrace was tight but not suffocating, and his arms felt strong and sturdy around you. When he pulled back, you could feel the weight of his exhaustion in the way his body slumped slightly.

“You need to take care of yourself,” you said.

“It’s hard,” he replied and you pulled back to see his sad eyes looking back at you. Giving him one last smile, he left you to make breakfast, retreating back to his own place.

———————————————————————

The rest of your weekend went by quickly and you enjoyed the relaxation of not having to think about work. Sunday afternoon, you were deep cleaning your apartment, casually paying attention to the football games you had in the background. After scrubbing your kitchen, you took a break, pulling out your phone and scrolling through Twitter.

Now, you weren’t a big F1 fan; you just tuned in every once in a while mainly because you thought it was cool that you knew a driver, but you’d see tweets on your timeline every once in a while. One caught your attention, and you opened the thread to see some account commenting on a recent stream that Lando had been on with his friends. You watched the video of his friends making fun of him for eating expired food and giggled as they ragged on him.

Thinking back to the other night, you started to actually be concerned about him eating expired food. First of all, it was gross as fuck. Secondly, it could easily make him sick. Having an idea, you grabbed your keys before heading off to the grocery store.

A couple of hours later you were outside Lando’s door, having just knocked on it. He was surprised to see you standing there when he swung open the door.

“I have something for you,” you said, and his eyes flickered down to the bag in your hand before letting you in. Setting it down on the counter, you began pulling out all the Tupperware filled with several different things.

“This should last you until you have to leave again to race,” you said nonchalantly, turning to look at you. He looked at you wide-eyed, taking in what you did for him.

“You made me food?” He asked slowly and you nodded.

“I heard that you were eating expired food, which is disgusting,” you said, and a small smile crossed his face. “That could also kill you, and it would be really irritating to have a bunch of police and noise here to deal with it.”

“Mmmhmm,” he said smirking. “So you did it because you didn’t want to be inconvenienced if I poisoned myself?”

“Exactly,” you told him. “If you were my favorite driver, I would say I was doing it because I care about you and want to make sure you are okay.”

“But I’m not your favorite,” he said and you nodded. “Correct.”

He smiled to himself as you bid him goodbye before heading back.

Later that night he hopped on to stream with Max who instantly asked him what he had for dinner.

“A burrito bowl,” he replied and Max perked up.

“Did you order it?” He asked and Lando shook his head.

“No, my neighbor heard that I was eating expired food so she made me a bunch of meal prepped things to last a couple of weeks.”

“Was it your hot neighbor?” Max asked with a smirk and Lando blushed.

“Yes,” he mumbled.

“Just so everyone in the chat knows, Lando has been simping over one of his neighbors for almost a year now, and instead of just talking to her like a normal person, he just stalks her on social media and turns into a lovesick school boy anytime he sees her.”

“That’s not true,” he complained and Max laughed.

"Remember when you saw her at the little coffee shop by your place? She chatted with you for what, five minutes? You couldn't stop talking about it for weeks," he teased, savoring the memory of his friend's flustered excitement.

“Shut up mate,” Lando muttered with a slight grin. Little did he know that you had been tuned into the stream, listening to all of this.

pt 2

[puckinghischier]

What do I have to do to get some filthy Nico thoughts this morning? Xoxo

not much, honestly

was thinking about how absolutely rabid he’d be after that canes game, all high on winning. but unfortunately for him, you’d be out of service for a few more days, mother nature having paid you a visit a couple of days ago. of course you’d help him out, giving him a nice, long, treat on your knees to reward him for the victory, but he wouldn’t be satisfied until he could have all of you.

he’d be such a little menace about it too. snaking his arms around you while you’re in front of the mirror, doing your hair, letting them rest dangerously low on your waist. little smacks to your ass anytime you pass by him. waking you up in the morning by rutting his morning semi against your ass.

and when the two of you are out in public? god, he’s almost worse than when you’re at home. drinks with the guys turned into you being trapped in the booth, nico’s hand resting high on your thigh, fingers brushing you over your underwear. you knew wearing this dress was risky, especially with how he’s been the last couple days, but you figured since you would be out with the guys he’d be on his best behavior. but of course you were wrong. his long pinky makes long, drawn out circles on your barely covered clit, working you up continuously just to casually slide his hand away. only to do it all over again every ten minutes.

then, when you came to visit him at the rink for lunch, he was dragging you into a random corner, kissing you like he was trying to take all of the oxygen from your body. his heavy frame pinning you against the smooth wall of whatever deserted hallway you were in. he knew you were close to being his again, having his own tracker app on his phone for your cycle. which also means he knew you were in the stage where you were becoming increasingly more desperate and horny as the hours ticked by.

“nico…not here. please. you know we can’t. just another day or so,” you’d pant out, so close to just letting him have his way with you anyways. his response would be a hand coming up to cup over your sex, digging the palm of his hand into your clothed clit. “just think of everything you could’ve had already. all the fun you’ve missed out on, caused me to miss out on” he whispers gruffly in your ear, biting the sensitive skin there. “don’t you think i finally deserve my reward for having such a good game the other night?”

you let out a harsh gasp, the sight of your open mouth and perfect tongue poking out combined with your wild eyes nearly enough to make him start ripping clothes off right here, not a care in the world if anyone would see the two of you or not. he brings a hand up to pinch your bottom lip between his fingers, pulling the skin out. he has the urge to do something he never has before, which is letting a dribble of spit drop directly from his mouth into the small pocket created by your outstretched bottom lip.

he watches your pupils dilate in surprise, releasing your skin so it snaps back into place. he looks down at your throat, watching you swallow the saliva he just transferred to you. he smirks, knowing by the look on your face, and clench of your thighs, he’s almost got you.

you hear footsteps approaching the two of you, straightening up and pushing nico away from you only slightly, not wanting to get caught in a compromising position in his workplace. an equipment manager rounds the corner, looking up when he notices the two of you and waves.

“hey cap! got that new stick in you were wanting! on my way to go pick it up now, actually. meet me out on the ice?” he waves in greeting, cheery attitude showing he’s excited about the delivery.

“sure thing! see you out there in a few!” nico responds just as enthusiastically, a stark contrast from his demeanor mere seconds ago. you both watch the man retreat down the hallway, having given you a small wave of goodbye, which you returned.

“okay well…i’ll…uh…see you at home, yeah?” you clear your throat, hardly able to concentrate on the words you’re speaking.

“mhmm. see you in a bit,” he places a kiss to your forehead, backing away from your still stunned figure. “oh! and stop by the kitchen on your way out. grab a water, you seem a little…thirsty,” he smirks at you as he walks backwards, teasing you for just how quick you were to accept and swallow his spittle moments ago.

that night when he returned home, he couldn’t find you anywhere. you weren’t in the living room on the couch, in the small kitchen, in the bedroom. when he called out your name you emerged from the shared walk in closet, clad in his favorite lingerie set of yours.

“good news, neeks,” is all you managed to get out before he was stomping towards you, backing you against the floor-to-ceiling shelving of the closet. a few shoes dropped off the shelf at the force of his actions, but that was the least of your worries right now. you could fix them in the morning, considering the two of you never managed to leave the space the whole night, waking up on the carpeted floor to his soft snores, one of his suit jackets draped over your naked body as a makeshift blanket.

[bumblesimagines]

For Life

Request: Yes or No

Summary: The Wolverine was unmatched in the fighting ring, until a new face arrived and turned his life upside down.

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

CW/TW: Typical X-Men Warnings, lots of blood mentions, violence/fighting, both fluff and angst, Logan being as whipped as he was for Jean with (Y/N), age gap cause Logan is super fucking old lmao, more so snippets/a concept over a full fledged fic.

divider by cafekitsune!

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Wolverines generally avoid humans in the wild but are known to be particularly aggressive and even dangerous when cornered or provoked, prompting them to put those sharp canines and claws to work. Wolverines are known for their incredible strength and stamina, but mostly for their infamous ferocity. Despite their reputation as ill-tempered loners, wolverines are known to be social with others and will form lifelong relationships with their mates.

It'd been a cold evening in Laughlin City and most of the bar's patrons had shuffled into the establishment with their faces nearly hidden behind hoods and scarves as they scrambled to get out of the snow and chilling winds. The occasional gust of wind blowing in whenever the door opened left patrons simultaneously groaning in complaint but the heater emitting warm air kept their grumbling and huffing to a minimum. The nipping cold had soured many moods, and Logan could see many men itching to forget about the cold with an adrenaline-pumping fight. He was just eager to make an easy buck.

He braced an arm against one of the cage's support beams and watched with a hint of a smirk as his latest opponent staggered out of the cage, his buddies narrowly catching him before he could plummet onto the hardwood floor and further batter his face. The locals eyed him with a certain disdain, certain suspicion, but he put up good enough entertainment for them to tolerate him. He sniffed, hardly phased by the punches he'd taken during the fight, and nodded to the referee. 

"Does anyone else dare-" 

"I'll have a go." 

Logan immediately craned his head to eye the voice's owner, foreign and new to Laughlin City. He'd been participating in cage fights long enough to begin memorizing the locals, and the fresh face staring back at him was an utter stranger. Passing by Laughlin City, Logan assumed, but he lacked the particular smell of gas, car air freshener, and look of exhaustion to be a trucker like most of the patrons taking up seats around them. He observed him, taking in every inch of his new opponent as he rounded the cage. He seemed young, but then again, so did Logan. 

"Name's (Y/N)." He said, staring Logan in the eyes as he shed his jacket and shirt. Someone nearby took both articles of clothing for him, likely eager to see what he'd do, or how he'd go down. Logan had managed to break two noses and chip a few teeth already, one could only wonder what he'd do next. "Nice to meet you, Wolverine."

Logan simply grunted and pushed himself off the support beam, rolling his neck and curling his fingers into tight fists. (Y/N) grinned at him, almost arrogantly, but not with the usual cockiness of a man who thought himself the toughest guy in Alberta. He appeared... too calm for Logan's liking, but once the referee stepped out of the cage and closed the door, he decided to focus on beating his face in instead. 

They circled each other first, eyes raking over the other from head to toe in search of a weakness to exploit, of a twitch that'd give away their next move. Logan could hear the muttering of the crowd, the impatient tap of fingers and boots, and the intensity in their stares. His eyes flickered away briefly, and he immediately cursed his mistake when (Y/N) lunged. Despite a part of him urging him to dodge or block, he remained still, expecting (Y/N)'s knuckles to break upon impact but instead, his fist connected effectively with Logan's jaw and he nearly stumbled onto the floor.

Managing to catch himself as scattered gasps echoed from the crowd, Logan grazed his fingers over his aching jaw and raised his head to look at the man. Mutant. No human had ever taken a swing at him without immediately spraining or breaking something, let alone been able to make his head turn with a punch. The corner of his lips twitched up into a smirk and the crowd erupted into cheers, primarily egging (Y/N) on to beat him to a pulp; Logan wanted to see him try.

The ache in his jaw faded swiftly, just in time for Logan to take a swing at (Y/N) and see how much he could tank. (Y/N) dodged his quick swings efficiently, taking steps back each time before he caught Logan's forearm and swiftly spun, his back pressing to Logan's chest before Logan was promptly hauled over his body. He collided with the floor, the cage trembling as if an earthquake had struck, and Logan doubted it'd be able to take the weight of his body a second time without damage. (Y/N) flashed another little grin down at him but instead of taking advantage of his momentary shock, he took a step back and allowed him to get up. 

A professionally trained mutant, Logan deduced when he got to his feet, intriguing. And worrisome. He hardly needed a group of mutants on his ass begging him to join them. 

"You ready to give up your title of champion, big guy?" (Y/N) questioned with a hint of a mocking coo, his words rowdying up the same crowd who'd turn on him if they learned of his mutant abilities, although Logan guessed they likely already suspected and merely wanted to see him hurt for a change. Challenging in his tone but his eyes studied Logan with a degree of curiosity he typically never saw in others.

"We're just gettin' started, bud."

"Even better."

Everything afterward felt like a whirlwind of punching, kicking, dodging, and blocking; Logan's favorite sort of dance, and one that'd hopefully end with some cash in his pocket and a well-deserved cigar. He managed to maneuver (Y/N) around, his arm coiling around his neck to put him in a headlock most wouldn't survive. (Y/N) pressed back against him, forcing them to stumble backward until Logan's back collided with the cage's wall that miraculously managed to stay put without giving out on them both. Logan released a guttural groan when (Y/N)'s short blunt nails dug into his skin, leaving bright red marks behind with specks of blood that only made him tighten his hold.

"Anything goes, right?" (Y/N) wheezed, his palm pressing against Logan's arm, a chill shooting down Logan's spine when it slowly moved on its own and gave him enough space to catch his breath without the pressure on his throat. 

"The hell-"

Straightening his knees and tossing his head back into Logan's face, Logan cursed and released him fully to bring a hand to his nose. He covered it, waiting for it to heal without catching the eye of the people around but (Y/N) gave him no time to recover. He spun on his heel and took another swing at him, bringing his knee up into Logan's stomach when he doubled over and then slamming the bottom of his boot into the side of his face. His head slammed against a support beam and he groaned, the aches and pains healing rapidly but before he could stand up, he realized his body refused to follow his wishes. 

"Giving up yet, big guy?" (Y/N) asked with a tilt of his head, eyes glinting with newfound warning. "We'll be here all night at this rate."

Logan swallowed, a hint of panic surging forward at his inability to move and the mystery surrounding the powers being used against him. Some sort of mental ability, he guessed, but whatever it was he disliked it tenfold. Logan grinded his teeth in frustration and begrudgingly nodded. "Fine," He grunted and sighed in relief when (Y/N) released whatever hold he had on him, allowing his body to relax and slump.

While, yes, losing a fight was a bruise to his pride, Logan found himself more intrigued by the fellow mutant, if not more cautious. With the sky darkening outside, Logan retreated from the cage to collect his belongings and ordered some beer while he watched (Y/N) at the other end of the bar. Once the bartender placed the beer down, he scooped it up in his hand and rounded the bar toward him, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at the men who clapped (Y/N) on the shoulder as if he'd done everyone a service. He waited, though, for everyone to be out of earshot. 

"How'd you do it?" Logan questioned quietly, chugging back some beer and smacking his lips as it flowed down his throat. (Y/N) fiddled with the zipper of his jacket, sparing him an amused glance and an arched brow. "The whole- the whole body thing. What is it? Some sort of telekinesis?"

"How about you walk me to my motel and I'll tell you all about it?" (Y/N) grinned again, eyes crinkling despite the way they'd been going at each other moments prior, and he turned toward the exit with a beckoning nod. Reaching into his pocket, Logan jingled the keys to his old, busted RV and watched his grin widen.

Out in the cold night, semi-trucks passed them by on the icy roads beside the snow-tipped bar. (Y/N) tugged his hoodie over his head, keeping it on when he sat in the passenger seat and relished the light heat that filled the RV once Logan turned it on. Logan glanced at him, eyeing his light attire once more but keeping his questions to himself despite curiosity knawing at him insistently. He kept his eyes on the road, careful to avoid going at a speed that'd have them sliding into the forest around them. 

"It's not telekinesis." (Y/N) muttered, reaching out and fiddling with the radio dials until he found a decent station. "I.. I controlled your blood. It's not as, uh, clean and pretty as telepathy or telekinesis but it's pretty useful in most cases. I can sense when someone's sick, too, or even help with cuts and infections. I'd make a pretty decent surgeon, honestly." He gave a small chuckle.

Logan snorted, though some unease settled in the pit of his stomach. "Yeah? How'd you figure out you had it?" Logan glanced at him again and immediately noticed the way his features fell. 

"It's not a pretty story." He sighed softly, his head tilting to watch the trees and snow pass them by in a mixed blur. "Let's just say, some of my blood got out of my body and I panicked.. and it started levitating... anyways, enough about me, big guy. What's your thing? It can't just be that super-healing thing, right?" 

Pursing his lips, Logan clutched the wheel with one hand and curled the other one into a fist. From the corner of his eye, he watched his claws slide out and then swallowed when (Y/N)'s features brightened. Gentle fingers wrapped around his hand and Logan retracted the claws, an unfamiliar feeling swirling in his stomach as he felt (Y/N) run his fingertips over his skin, tracing his knuckles and then the veins along the back of his hand. It'd been a while since he last left a gentle touch, and a quiet part in the back of his mind almost considered him unworthy of it. 

"My name's Logan." He grunted softly, the typical tension he always carried fading with each delicate caress.

"Well, Logan," (Y/N) lifted his head with a cheeky smile on his face, his thumb pressing into one of the veins and drawing Logan's eyes toward him. "You mind keeping me company tonight? Or do you have someone you have to get back to?"

"No," Logan's lips tugged upward. "I've got time." 

The motel was as rundown as Logan expected, dimly lit hallways occasionally plunging into darkness when the light flickered above them, and the curiosity surged forward again, prodding him to question where the mutant had come from or why he'd chosen Laughlin City of all places to stay in. But (Y/N) gave him no time to dwell further on it, the back of his foot kicking the door shut behind them before his hands grasped the collar of Logan's coat and pulled him in. 

There was a dangerous addictiveness and allure to (Y/N), from the way he effortlessly danced the line between sweet and rough: a kiss full of tongues and teeth and nips but smoothed over by gentle fingers massaging the muscle of his biceps when Logan slid his coat off, only for those same fingers to slip through his brown strands and tug. It triggered something within Logan, a growl emitting from his throat as broad hands grasped at the other's hips and drew a breathless laugh from (Y/N). 

As much as he enjoyed considering himself a lone wolf, the brief connection with others during one-night stands always reminded him he was still partly human, even when others considered him a savage brute. He savored it, savored when he had (Y/N) on his lap, his chest rising and falling with heaves and lips parted to release low grunts and groans. He savored the feeling of (Y/N)'s arms wrapped around his shoulders loosely, his breath fanning against his ear and allowing Logan to hear every noise he exhaled. He savored the ability to dig his fingers into soft flesh without worry, or sink his teeth into (Y/N)'s collarbone and feel the mark heal beneath his lips. He mostly savored the addictive warmth encircling him and the pleasure that made his thighs tremble. 

His arms tightened around (Y/N), pressing him close to his chest, and captured his lips to swallow another whine. For the first time in who knows how long, he found himself hoping he'd see more of (Y/N) around. 

But after a few days, the mutant disappeared from Alberta, and a week later Logan took a girl by the name of Rogue under his wing. 

"You may see another familiar face here." 

Logan turned his attention away from the mutant children, trying to ignore the way his heart warmed at the sight of them living happy lives without the threat of danger from those who despised them for simply existing. He searched the outer yard for any sign of Marie, but he assumed she was likely still getting acclimated to her new home at the school, and finally peered down at Charles questioningly. Charles smiled knowingly and motioned off to the side. 

"While I prefer having (Y/N) here for his safety, he enjoys venturing out to help others. I hear you two became acquainted while he was away." Charles spoke, and without thinking twice, Logan's head snapped in the direction he'd pointed in, his heart leaping into his throat at the sight of (Y/N) walking toward him with that godforsaken grin that'd plagued Logan's thoughts and dreams for weeks. "(Y/N) has called this school home for many years, and he often helps with the more severe injuries. I'll allow you two a moment to... catch up." 

(Y/N) nodded to Charles as they walked past each other before stopping in front of Logan and crossing his arms over his chest, his head tilting playfully to the side and eyes drinking him in. "It's nice seeing you again, Logan." He stepped closer, eyes lifting to meet his once more. "Here I was thinking about taking a drive back to Alberta. Guess you must've read my mind." 

"Pretty sure that's Charles's thing," Logan replied, pressing this thumb into (Y/N)'s chin and curling the rest of his fingers under it. He had to, otherwise he would've convinced himself he was imagining things, that the mutant who'd managed to make him laugh and smile was still miles away someplace else. "What were you doin' in Alberta?"

"I heard rumors and whispers about a man down in Laughlin City and thought I'd see what all the fuss was about. I would've asked you to come back with me but.. that didn't seem like the type of pillow talk you'd appreciate." He explained softly, leaning into Logan's touch and closing his eyes briefly when Logan pressed his palm fully against his cheek, still caught in the fleeting worry he'd wake up and find himself on the side of the icy road with Marie nowhere in sight. "You're here now, though." His eyes opened. "Are you staying?" 

"I don't-"

"Oh, come on," (Y/N) scoffed lightly, warmly, and moved in even closer. "It's nice here, Logan. I can finish showing you around and we'll find something for you to do. The food's good, the rooms are nice, and it's... freshening to hear the laughter of kids finally being happy. You'd make a helluva teacher, I bet. Everyone's favorite." His genuine tone shifted into a teasing one, laughing softly when Logan rolled his eyes. 

Lifting his brows, Logan smirked and brought him close, itching to close the distance despite a heated voice in his head telling him he didn't deserve the warmth and acceptance. "We can start and end the tour in the dorms-"

"Only if you promise to stay." (Y/N) cooed, tilting his head away to dodge a kiss but he allowed himself to be tugged into an embrace. His arms curled around Logan's shoulders, lips drawing back into a wide smile before he planted a kiss on the corner of Logan's lips. "If you stay, we can finish what we started... and see where it goes." 

Logan leaned back, his brows twitching down into a furrow but (Y/N)'s grip around his shoulders tightened, forcing him to stay and not flee from his words. He swallowed, conflicted in the way his brain and heart battled. Half of him screamed at him to leave, to go before he could mess everything up but another part desperately clung to the idea of staying and finally having a place to call home, finally having a person to call home. 

He noted the flicker of uncertainty in (Y/N)'s features following his silence, felt him beginning to draw back from the embrace. Logan secured his arms around him and allowed a ghost of a smile to slip. "Yeah," He murmured, weakly at first. "I'd like that."

Truthfully, Logan hadn't been fully listening to what Scott- or well, what Cyclops had spoken about in the briefing about their latest mission. He'd heard the usual 'group of anti-mutants' and promptly tuned out afterward in favor of soaking in how (Y/N) looked in the dark suit, though noted somewhat glumly how it didn't allow him to wear the engagement ring. His staring hadn't gone unnoticed given the amused glances Jean stole and the exasperated exhale from Cyclops before they were dropped near the location of the warehouse. 

"Good luck, Lo." (Y/N) whispered to him, planting a kiss on his cheek and dragging his fingers over Logan's beard with a mischievous glint in his pretty (E/C) eyes.

They'd separated pretty soon after, splitting up to cover more ground given the amount of people working with the group. It hadn't taken long at all for the fighting to begin, and despite Cyclops pushing for them to use as little force as possible, Logan couldn't help bruising and cutting a few people up. He managed to knock out a gunman when he heard the distinctive clap of thunder. Amusement had him cracking a grin followed by pity toward whichever fool dared face against Storm, but then he heard her shriek:

"(Y/N)!" 

Too high-pitched, loud, and full of horror for Logan to brush aside as a warning call. His footsteps thundered throughout the halls as he moved, shoving and swinging his claws at anyone who stood in his way until he stumbled upon the sight, eyes immediately finding (Y/N) on his knees with Storm beside him. Logan beelined toward them, dropping into a crouch and promptly feeling a wave of nausea pass over him at the sight of (Y/N) blood-stained hands grasping desperately at his throat. 

"They-" Storm swallowed thickly, her chest rising and falling with panic. "They shot him. He- He can't heal with the bullet-" 

"Darlin'," Logan exhaled shakily, pulling him swiftly into his arms and attempting to keep his composure despite the wheezy exhales and gurgles filling his ears. Blood spread across his throat, blobs of it levitating only to lose their perfectly round form and fall onto the floor with splatters each time (Y/N) grimaced. "I know it hurts but you have to focus on gettin' the bullet out. Baby, hey, focus."

(Y/N) stared up at him, wide eyes filling with tears and shoulders shaking with his hiccups and trembles. The red tint of blood on his lips filled Logan with a familiar sense of dread, his arms holding him tighter so (Y/N) wouldn't feel him trembling as well. He watched the blood oozing out of the wound rise, oddly shaped and raised while he worked on shoving the lodged bullet out of his throat before he choked to death on the very thing he could control. He wheezed and coughed occasionally, droplets of blood flinging onto Logan's cheek and coloring his beard but he paid it no mind.

Storm fiddled with her earpiece, stuttering out explanations to Jean and Cyclops and urging them to move quicker. Logan thumbed away the tears that slipped down his (S/C) skin, forcing himself to give encouraging nods and smiles despite the hurricane threatening to break within his chest.

(Y/N) tilted his chin up toward him and Logan swooped in eagerly, kissing him despite the blood that danced on his tongue afterward. He heard the familiar clatter of metal falling onto the floor and leaned back, eyes flickering around frantically until he spotted the bloody bullet rolling around beside them. 

"Hey, hey, you did it. You-"

Storm exhaled shakily. "Logan."

Logan's head snapped back toward (Y/N)'s face, first noticing the dullness in his eyes and then the way blood continued freely oozing from the wound. He stared at him, his mind struggling to comprehend the limpness in (Y/N)'s body and the stillness of his chest, the world around him slowly coming to a standstill. Storm's sniffling cries and the frantic questions from Jean and Cyclops as they finally arrived became distant, unable to focus on anything but (Y/N). 

"Hey..." Logan exhaled, cupping his cheek as his brows furrowed into a tight-knit. "Hey, hey, hey, you- you can't do this." He furiously blinked away the tears that glazed over his vision, rubbing his thumb into (Y/N)'s cheek and waiting for him to nuzzle into his touch as he always did, but it never came. "You can't do this. You can't-" Logan cradled his body against his chest, burying his face into his collarbone as he'd done dozens of times before. (Y/N) remained unresponsive, his arms falling limply at his sides from Logan's movements. 

"You can't do this to me. You promised you'd never leave."

[milknst4rz]

My medicine tastes like you

syn: Your patient! Toji wants your medicine, luckily you know just what he needs!!

CW: fingering, slight overstimulation, finger sucking, fingering, ass eating, cunnilingus

@blkkizzat I have succumbed to Toji...

divider by: @/cafekitsune

You were a scientist, a bit mad some would say but you didn't mind. Your clients were all respectful to some extent, except for a few. Nothing that you couldn't handle though..right?

Except, there was him. Toji Fushiguro, a pain in your ass for all the wrong reasons. The way his muscular arms tensed when he crossed them, or the way his sweatpants did nothing to cover the large, bulging imprint of his cock. Not to mention the way his hands felt, nice and rough against your smooth skin.

So, when he arrived for some extra treatment, who were you to say no?

Toji shoved two of his sticky wet fingers inside your hot mouth and grinned maliciously as you slurped on them sloppily. A small dribble of drool escaped the corner of your lips and her scooped it up with his middle finger, soon pressing that one in as well. You panted and moaned loudly as he withdrew his glistening hand and started to rub circles around your needy pussy.

His palm grinded into your clit so nicely you just couldn't stop yourself from trying to pull him closer. "Such a little slut, aren't you?" Toji smirked as you bit your lip to stay quiet and scowl at him. "This is mm- not sluttiness. It's simply an experiment." Even as you said this, there was no way anyone could miss the shakiness of your voice. You were just so eager and so ready to be filled up. It honestly was a bit pathetic.

Your little whimpers and pants grew in volume as you felt those fingers push inside you. His thick fingers stretched your tight cunt quite nicely and you couldn't wait to feel his cock. "Right there! ah- oh! hey don't- wait!" you gasped as Toji bent your legs towards you, fingers thrusting in and out of you with a lewd slurp! Your cunt was convulsing around him with every curl and even the slightest movement pulled you into a moaning frenzy.

"Only sluts would sit here and let themselves be fucked by their patient, doll." Toji stated as he places himself on the ground.

"I'm not- ah! shit- oh my gosh, don't stop!" you cried out as you felt his tongue start to suck harshly on your clit, lightly grazing it with his teeth. He pulled his fingers out and promptly started to devour you.

His tongue swirled inside your cunt, pressing against your gummy walls with rapid movements. He grunted as he pressed his face closer to your drooling pussy. Toji brought a long sloppy kiss to your clit, sucking and licking as if he was a starved man.

You squealed as you felt his tongue start to lick your other hole, sliding his tongue inside the warm hole with a grunt. You could feel him, moving around and fucking his tongue into you, causing your sweet pussy to gush more and more.

He moved his head back and forth quickly, lapping up both his saliva and your juices before pulling away and standing between your parted legs.

"If you can handle me eating that pussy of yours for six rounds, then I'll give you what you're so desperately craving. Got it?"

He didn't even wait for you to answer him, he just planted his face right back in between your thighs with the intent of his own experiment.

You certainly wouldn't stop him.

[sttoru]

“PLAYING WITH FIRE.”

༄ sypnosis. you show up to jujutsu high to pay satoru a visit on your day off, though that visit quickly turns into him bending you over in his office.

༄ note. ehh.. satoru brainrot. especially teacher satoru who’s a different person when you two r alone and away from his students.. slurps.

༄ tags. satoru x female reader. dom!satoru, sub!reader. unprotected sex, creampie, doggy style, degradation, objectification, kinda dubcon in one sentence, hair pulling, satoru takes pictures, bit of overstimulation, tiny bit of aftercare.

satoru had been trying very hard to keep his hands off of you in front of his students after you walked into his classroom. you used the famous excuse of ‘dropping off his forgotten lunch’ to bother your boyfriend at work.

you were all dolled up, make up done nicely while wearing a skimpy outfit that was almost scandalous to attend a prestigious school in.

satoru caved in immediately the moment you two were alone in the privacy of his office.

“n’more.. no more— please.” you babble mindlessly, a string of your own saliva trickling down the corner of your mouth and onto your chin.

“ah, fuck, you can do it, baby; just hold on f’me.” satoru reassures you through deep grunts, clamping a hand on your mouth to prevent you from making too much noise.

not that that’d be able to muffle the squelchy sounds that echoed throughout his office every time he plunged his cock into your sopping cunt.

“haah, shit— let me put that pretty mouth of yours to use, c’mon.”

two of his long fingers slide between your lips and without hesitation, you twirl your tongue around and suck at them as if on cue.

“mhh, just like that.” satoru hisses as he feels your saliva coat his skin while his other hand circles your clit.

his eyes wander down to your ass and the way it jiggles each time he slams his hips against the plump flesh.

satoru was also completely entranced by the sight of his cock—now glazed with a mixture of your juices— disappearing and reappearing not a second afterwards with each thrust.

“holy shit, y’re such a slutty thing.” a groan leaves his lips and you can feel him twitch inside of you the minute you tighten up around him. his filthy words were making your legs shake.

“yeah? ya like that, hm?” satoru’s hand which stimulated your clit left its place only to grab a fistful of your hair to yank your head back,

“bet you do, ‘cause this is exactly what you wanted by comin’ here dressed like that.”

you whine and dig your nails into the wooden surface beneath you, vision blurry as you feel the tears form due to satoru pulling at your hair. not only that; satoru knew just how to angle his hips to be able to hit the furthest parts of your sloppy pussy.

“nnh— yes, yes! fuck.” your desperate cries were muffled as you continued to suck on satoru’s fingers with your drool dripping down onto his desk.

satoru’s bangs clung onto his forehead, the sweat running down his skin making it hard for his glasses to properly remain on the bridge of his nose.

“so eager- so fuckin’ eager for a cock to fill you up.” satoru lets the words roll off the tongue in the heat of the moment.

you know that you got him extremely riled up when satoru’s being like this. it’s attractive to say the least; you’ve always loved it whenever he lets go of any self-control and just straight up fucks you brainless—not caring where you two may be.

his desk trembles with each intense thrust. the various objects on it threatening to fall as they all neared the edge due to the vibrations from your bodies.

it’s not like your boyfriend cared about the mess he’d make of his office when he’d rather make a mess out of you and your aching cunt.

“gonna—fuck—cum in your pussy, yeah? gonna have ya walk ‘round campus with my cum.”

you mindlessly nod along, babbling something incoherent that sounded like a ‘yes, please’ to satoru’s ears. and if it wasn’t, well, he’d do it anyway.

the thought of you walking out of his office afterwards with his hot load leaking out of your sweet cunt, you subtly trying to hide the liquid with your skirt since he ripped your panties apart; it drove him to the edge of insanity.

“shit, shit, shit.” curses leave satoru’s lips as he feels the pleasure building up to the point of release, “‘m gonna cum so hard— fuck!”

a deep groan echoes in your ears as you feel spurts of hot, thick cum flood your aching pussy— seeping straight into your womb.

“ngh— ‘toru!” you gasp for air once his fingers left your mouth so that satoru could grab onto your hips.

“stay still, angel. mm— have’ta make sure it stays.” the white-haired man adds in a husky tone and continues to pump into you with a few firm and deep strokes.

his blue eyes peered through his glasses at the sinful view of the white liquid overflowing and slowly dripping onto your thighs.

after making sure to push his cum as far as possible, satoru pulls out with a hiss.

just when you thought it’d be over, you could feel him rubbing the tip of his cock up and down your cunt— smearing his cum, along with your own juices, all over your folds.

“now that’s a sight.” satoru hums slightly, licking his lips before bending his upper body forward. his chest was flush against your back while you tried to catch your breath on his desk.

soft pecks were placed all over the back of your neck, one last one on your forehead.

“you did so well, baby.” he reassures you, tone and expression back to his usual soft one.

you smile back tiredly at him as you mumble a quick ‘thank you’ between deep breaths. your exhausted eyes followed satoru’s hands as they searched for something in his pockets.

a grin spreads on his face before he leans down again to whisper into your ear, one hand caressing your back while the other held his phone.

“be good for me and stay bent over like that, m’kay? need to take a pic of the mess i made.”

[stormhearty]

Paring: former Azriel x Reader

Triggers: mentions of cheating, mentions of death, cursing, a lot of bold and italicize

Word Count: 3K+

Summary: The High Lords called a meeting to discuss the Death-God’s resurrection. However, with the death of their Seer, tensions run high between Day and Night Court, Helion outraged by the loss of your life. Truths are revealed and lies are exposed. And what happens when the High Lords realize that they have all been too late?

Note: I thank you all for all the love you have given to my one shot!! I had never thought it would have been so well received by fans and writers! I am very amused by everyone's reactions and thoughts on the one shot — everyone is wanting blood and redemption for our poor reader. And she will! This chapter is a segway/filler chapter — but still important. It's still angsty, don't worry. This one shot will probably become a 3 part series. I know in that voting poll I had done asked if you guys wanted a 5k chapter, rather than a 2- 2k chapters, but I wanted to leave you guys with one more chapter to look forward to! Please look forward to it!

Part One | Part Three | Epilogue

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“You had abandoned my emissary, disregarded her sight and had her take her own life in your Court… And for what? Your mate’s sister’s powers?!” Helion was fuming, amber eyes staring the High Lord of Night down, “And that her mate — - “a growl escaped his lips, as he glanced at the Spymaster next to Rhysand, “Had cheated on her for said sister?!”

The High Lord of Day’s voice echoed throughout the throne room, shaking its very walls at the allegation of what had happen within the wards of the Night Court. Helion’s fingers gripped the edge of the large round table, his claws causing the wood to splint underneath his fingertips.

“And now… you are telling me that her body disappeared?” his voice deathly low, “That your Spymaster’s shadows had whisked her body away to — God-knows-where… That, that child, never had never had a proper burial?!”

Rhysand couldn’t utter a single word against the claims placed against him and his Court — he couldn’t when everything that Helion had roared was true.

“… Show me…” Helion hissed, focusing at his old friend, “Show us what had happened that day…”

Rhysand gulped, staring at Helion before glancing around the table towards the High Lords of Pyrthian. All of them staring him down before all felt the claws of Rhysand's power creeping in their minds, images of that day of your death playing in their minds — all of them watching the confrontation between the Inner Circle and you — on how you were cornered and betrayed, leading up to your very death.

He hated it. Rhysand not only relived that that multiple times during his dreams — where he had failed you. He now had to relieve it while he was awake. Hearing your pleads and cries for him to listen to your visions, and seeing your body dying on that marble floor — to watch it be taken away by tendrils of shadow.

Once the memory came to pass, sobs echoed throughout the room. Helion being the loudest as he ran a hand down his face, his form shaking in his seat. Rhysand glanced towards his Inner Circle, watching his family relive that moment as well; eyes focusing on Azriel, who gripped the arms of his chair as his face wrinkled in anguish at the memory.

It had been a month ever since your death, a month since the sliver of shadows that once served the Spymaster had taken your body away — unknown to even Azriel on where they had brought your body to. And a month ever since more and more whispers of Koschei’s resurrection echoed throughout the Courts. The Death-God’s power vibrating throughout all of Pyrthian — it was difficult to not miss.

The High Lords gathered in Day Court to strategize on the impending danger of the Death-God. However, it was no secret on what had happened in the wards of Night Court. The loss of your light present throughout all of Pyrthian — every High Lord felt it.

Especially Helion.

He wanted nothing more to hurt and maim every member of the Inner Circle; but that wasn’t the purpose of this meeting — though he wanted it to be.

Helion reigned in his emotions, trying to calm the rage that boiled in his blood. Trying to clam the sadness he felt for the loss of you. He straightened up in his chair, letting out a shaky breath, looking back at the Night Court High Lord.

“… I regret that I ever had sent (Y/N) to your Court, Rhysand,” his tone small and disappointed, “Her powers were wasted on you and your Court. A Seer taking their life, being betrayed by the people she called her family,” His head shaking, a laugh, one so loud and so sarcastic escaping his chest that it echoed in throne room, startling the other High Lords, making Rhysand flinch in his seat. “What a damn found family you made. Betraying one’s mate, betraying a person who had served you for five-hundred fucking years over a female who barely has control over her own powers.”

Amber eyes darted to Elain, as he watched her flinch back, hiding behind the eldest Archeron sister, “What prophecy have you seen now?” the sarcasm very evident in his tone, “Have you seen what (Y/N) has seen? Have you seen the resurrection of Kosechi, as well? Your powers are nothing compared to (Y/N)’s.”

“How dare you talk to someone in my Court like — -” Rhysand started.

“You have no right to challenge me in my own Court, Rhysand!” Helion bellowed, hands slamming on the table, standing up as he glared at his once-called friend, “Do you realize what you have done?! Do you realize why there hasn’t been a Seer in millennials? Why (Y/N) has been the only recorded Seer in the history of Pyrthian? Because Seers have been hunted — by Fae, humans and Gods alike. They are so sought after, for their power, for the knowledge, for their sight. Seers have the power to uncover what is hidden, lurking in the darkness. They are the very light that unveils the darkness. They have been hunted to be exterminated for that very power…”

It had been the very reason why Helion had taken you in when you were a child, guarded carefully in the Day Court. To ensure the prosper of your power, the prosper of your light.

Amber eyes darted around the table, eyes staring at the High Lords that had situated themselves in this very room, listening to his tale before they stared back at Rhysand, “You, being the powerfullest High Lord if all of Pyrthian should have known that. And now, her body, one filled with Unknown-God-and Cauldron bound powers is missing…”

A huff escaped his lips in exasperation as he sat down back into his seat, “Her body should be buried here, in my Court, where she rightfully belongs to. But, no. And none of us could properly pray respects for the loss of her light…”

It was no secret that Helion had a soft spot for you. You were like his child, raising you since you were small, watching you grow and become a bright light within the Day Court. He knew how your light felt, how he basked in it as if it was the sun that radiated overhead.

And so when he had woken up that night in cold sweat, feeling the vanishing of your light — he knew something had gone terribly wrong.

“… — Helion…” Feyre tentatively called out to him, “You said her body is Cauldron bound? What do you mean by that?”

The Day High Lord glanced at the High Lady, staring her down before he nodded his head once. Leaning forward to rest his chin on his hand, “That’s what both myself and (Y/N) believe. (Y/N) is one the strongest Seers I have met in my life, those few Seers that I have encountered, ones that have wanted to remain hidden, are no match to (Y/N)’s powers. Your little Cauldon-Made Seer is no match for her either,” he sneered at the middle Archeron sister.

"There has been little records of Seers in Prythian, we all know that. Not even my libraries had enough information about them and their powers. But, despite that, (Y/N) was able to hone into her powers with little instructions… You know that she doesn’t just see the future, she was able to see what was happening now. She was able to focus on parts of Pyrthian and tell me what is and what will happen.

“But during the war with Hybern, much like when Nesta felt the Cauldron, (Y/N) felt it too. We didn’t know why, but we realized she and the Cauldron were somewhat connected. Whether it be the Cauldron was reason why she has her visions or if the Cauldron was the source of her power, they were bound. A natural connection between the two of them. And when the Cauldron broke, (Y/N) had told me she felt the Cauldron’s power sought refuge with her, as if the Cauldron sought her light.

“After the war, she had asked for my opinion — she felt the remnants of the Cauldron’s power tingling through her. She told me she saw more visions, visions of the far off future that she had no idea when would happen, and that her powers were starting to become out of her control. She was starting to lose herself in her powers, lose her mind to it… I didn’t know how to help her…”

The Inner Circle remembered, weeks after the end of the war, (Y/N) had asked if she could return to Day Court for a few weeks. Rhysand had let her, thinking it was not important. Azriel, too, didn’t question on her reason why she wanted to leave.

It was when they started to not care. When they started to focus their attention to Elain — the Seer that had defeated the King of Hybern.

Helion let out a broken laugh, staring at the Inner Circle, “I’m sure you never knew, did you? On how broken she started to be after the war. You never knew how her sleep was plagued with visions, that she couldn’t even close her eyes without images flashing behind them. Of how she sobbed in bed, wondering if she was in a dream or reality. She couldn’t differentiate anymore… And you…” eyes focusing on Azriel, “You never felt her pain because you put up a wall between your mating bond. Did you know, Azriel…”

The Day High Lord’s tone was seething, remembering those day.

“Did you know, how she cried for you? She begged down the bond for you to come and help. Wanting your protection, wanting to help sooth the pain she had felt? Wanting you just to be there? But all she could feel was the wall you placed, ignoring her… abandoning her when she needed all of you the most…

“I sent her back, hoping that all of you would help. I sent her back with sleeping tonics, hoping to help her with her sleep. Hoping that her family and mate would help her through her toughest time. Hoping that you all would see her. But I can see that never happened. That no matter how much she begged for you all to listen to her visions, to see her in pain, you ignored,” his voice was laced with anger, disappointment.

No one said a word. The air in the room tense and dense at the revelation that Helion lamented. No one knew of what you had gone through.

Azriel felt his his heart burn in his chest, as if his siphons were burning his skin — he felt the remnants of the broken mating bond in his chest, aching more at Helion’s words.

He didn’t know, he didn’t see, he didn’t feel the pain you were going through. He had ignored the tug of the bond when he had that wall up. He had been too infatuated with the middle Archeron sister, wanting her to feel belonged in their Court — all the while alienating the person who had been with him through thick and thin.

And, yet, he couldn’t do the same for you.

Bright blue eyes closed as Feyre silently mourned and apologized to the Heavens, to the night sky where you might have been.

But she realized on the implications of what had Helion had told them — that you might have been the Cauldron-bound object that Koschei needed to escape that lake.

She looked up at Rhysand, and he to her as they communicated down the bond. Both of them realizing what could happen.

The gesture wasn’t missed by Helion as he watched them, waiting for them to explain what they might have discovered. However, when they did not say anything, a growl escaped his chest.

“What is it?”

Feyre and Rhysand looked at the Day High Lord, hesitance shown in their features, “… It’s about what (Y/N) had told us. You all saw it in that memory…”

Helion thought, playing the memory back as he watched remembered your face, the anguish of your features shining through his head, listening to your words — your vision of what might pass.

“… That Koschei needed something from the Cauldron to be released from the lake,” Lucien pointed out from his spot next to Helion, the russete eye looking at Elain before back to Feyre.

“What if…” Tarquin mumbled, “…Koschei found (Y/N)’s body? If you and (Y/N) knew of the connection to the Cauldron, that the Cauldron sought her power. He could use her body to be freed from that lake.”

Helion looked at the Summer High Lord, amber eyes wide at the realization, “… If that were to come to pass, we would be doomed. (Y/N)’s body is probably soaked in Cauldron powers. It would be so easy for Koschei to be freed, and no one would ever notice. It is not impossible, but since (Y/N)’s body has disappeared, it is possible for her to have fallen into his clutches.”

Kallias, in the mist of the conversation, was watching, observing, the only remaining Seer in the room. He leaned forward, bright blue hues staring the Made-Fae, as he rested both arms on the table, “Have you had any visions?”

Heads turned towards the High Lord of Winter at his question. It did not phase him, as he continued, ”I heard from your High Lady that you rarely said anything about your visions, since the Cauldron broke. So do tell us, what have you seen about the Death-God?” If she had her powers still, a Seer would be still useful in this situation.

Elain visibly swallowed, as all attention was on her once more. Brown eyes frantically glanced around the table, over to her sisters and then to Azriel who both looked at her expectedly.

A heartbeat later, and the Middle Archeron sister knew that she couldn't lie.

She shook her head, “I have not seen anything… since the Cauldron broke…” her words nothing but a whisper in the wind.

It was as if a pin dropped on marble floors, the silence in the room was penetrating.

A laugh broke the silence. Eris’ shook his in disbelief on the drama they were hearing, “So you’re telling us, you have been lying about having your powers. And that (Y/N), who has actually seen those visions had taken her life?” he glared at the middle Archeron sister, “For what? Because you needed a position in the Night Court? So that you can gain the Spymaster’s affection? To bed him?”

Elain shook her head again, brown eyes desperate as she tried to catch eye with her family, with Nesta, who just looked away, brows furrowed with anguish, “… I just wanted to be useful…” she whispered in fear, slumping down in her chair, “My powers… were the only thing that made me feel like I belonged… But I didn’t have them, and… I just, didn’t want to lose my family.”

“And yet, you were willing to let (Y/N) lose her family, her mate… and her life. Just to keep your own,” Thesan expressed, "That selfishness will be the downfall of Pyrthian."

Elain flinched at the truth thrown onto her face, eyes down-casting, silence taking over her form.

Before anyone could reprimand Elain for her actions, the grand doors slammed open, a dark mist blowing throughout the room. Frightened and confused screams echoed through the room.

Helion stood up, using his power of light to dissipate the darkness that tried to cover the room. Amber eyes glowed as he watched as a cloaked figure float into the room.

Eyes watched the cloaked figure as it settled its form onto the floor, bare pale feet touching the marble.

“… I would think… that if the Pyrthian High Lords would gather… they would invite a God to their meeting. But I guess, manners do not exist in this world…” the voice was grating and brittle.

The hood swept, as if eyes inside were looking at all the High Lords that were now standing up, all attention to him.

A eerie chuckle escaped the hooded figure, spiny fingers grasping the edge before slipping it down. White hair and black eyes were revealed, pale, sickly skin glowed underneath the darkness that had surrounded him.

The figure bowed, a mocking gesture to the High Lords.

“It seems, that you are unaware of who you are being greeted by…” a boney finger raised up and pointed towards Nesta, the eldest sister stiffening, “Though I’m quite sure you do, dearest sister…” he grinned at her.

Nesta gulped and looked at the uninvited guest. She knew who would greet her like that — only the Death Caver has echoed the same words, “You’re Koschei… aren’t you…”

Koschei grinned wider, head tilting to the side as he stepped forward, laughing as the High Lords ready themselves for a battle with the Death-God.

“Oh don’t be so tense, my High Lords…” he mockingly commented, sweeping a hand, “Please sit… Do not stop your meeting for dear little old me. Though it is such an honor for you to do so.”

He rounded the table, eyes making contact with each of the High Lord, black eyes sweeping over their forms before he stopped before Rhysand.

Violet hues and black sockets stared at each other.

“Though I do have to thank you, High Lord of the Night… You have gifted me the precious gift of life. Though, it was through the loss of one of your own… You might have known her. Cared for her… Loved her…” Koschei looked at Azriel whose hazel eyes burned at the Death-God.

He let out a low laugh.

Tarquin’s assumption was right — the Death-God had used your body to free himself from the lake, right underneath their noses. No one felt it, no one knew. And it had been too late to do anything about it; months too late to prevent the resurrection, months too late to find your missing body, months too late of not listening to you.

Koschei looked behind him, far past the grand windows, the familiar cry of the bird of fire and ash echoing through the lands of Day Court, heading towards them — Vassa had come to stop the sorcerer-lord from his destruction.

However, before she landed on the balcony, an arrow, made of shadow and darkness struck her, causing the great bird to plummet to the land beneath her.

Lucien gasped and ran towards the balcony, peering down to see if the mortal queen had survived the fall; but there was no sign of the cursed queen anywhere below.

“What a dramatic entry by Vassa, as always…” Koschei said with a sigh, before another chuckle escaped his lips, dark eyes boring into the empty spot beside him, “Don’t you think… (Y/N)?”

All heads snapped towards the Deathless God, your name slipping from his lips, as they watched a swirl of darkness materialized a familiar figure. Azriel watched, hazel eyes wide as he took in your form, whisps of shadows that had whirled around you — his shadows, one that had abandoned him ever since your death.

“…(Y/N)…” Azriel whispered in disbelief, his voice shaking.

There you stood, next to the Death-God, very much alive.

Very much like a Death-God yourself.

And it echoed in your outfit — tendrils of shadow made up your dress, covering you from head to toe, fluttering near your feet as if a gown swayed by the wind. In your hands, a bow and arrow made of those shadows — the very bow that had struck Vassa down from her flight.

That was where Azriel’s shadows had gone to — leaving him, following you to your death, and making you someone completely different.

Someone that was going to be the downfall of Pyrthian itself.

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[seattlesellie]

thinkin abt eating bbf!ellie out while she’s gaming and on a call with reader’s brother ☺️

she would have to keep muting her headset every 30 seconds bc she couldn’t keep quiet and eventually would just toss her controller on the floor and end the call so she could fuck reader stupid while reader’s brother is spamming her w texts asking where she went 😭

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ok u got me with this… 💗🪷

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ʚɞ it was purely innocent at first, you swore to god it was. what’s so wrong about sitting on your girlf— well, that isnt quite right. on your frien— god, thats not exactly it either. on your… brother’s best friends (that’s better) lap while she’s playing a video game? she let you in, in fact, she signaled you to come closer with a small pat on her thigh before you did. “m’not a dog…” you scoffed, pouting before rolling your eyes, desperately trying to hide the fact that even that mere, simple gesture made it feel funny in your stomach. “no, but you’re my—“ she stopped, and grazed the corner of her mouth with her tongue. “just come warm me up”

ʚɞ that was her excuse for everything. wanted to hold your hand after splitting you raw? it’s just to warm her up. move closer while her arm is loosely placed on your chest while “hugging” you from behind while laying on the bed? come warm her up. she’d never admit she just yearned to feel you close, craved to touch you at any given moment, as if you’d slip away if she didn’t.

ʚɞ she was wearing her headset, and a couple of baby hairs frizzled up on the top of her head. both hands on the controller, wrapped tightly around your waist, continuously yelling at someone you guessed was a complete stranger she was playing with. “who are you talking to?” you questioned, trying to stop yourself from grinning at how cute she looked with her tongue poking out of her mouth when she was hyperfocused on the screen. “shh…” she sushed, slightly blowing out her eyes. “your brother”

“he can hear me?!” fuck. that came out way too loud. she abruptly placed her left palm on your lips, to shut you up. “just a sec, man” she spoke into the mic. “you cant make any noise” she whispered, and when you winced, she smirked. “just watch, and keep quiet”

ʚɞ being quiet, was not exactly your forte. especially not when you were supposed to (it was as if someone placed a red button with a huge sign of “do not press!”— you have to press.) and especially, while you were sat on ellie’s lap, and she kept sniffling and huffing and cursing those little “fuck” and “shit” under her breath and the air she blew, caressed your neck and made you shiver and… her hand, on that damn controller, her fingers circling the silicone ball, her thumb, to be more specific, and it’s a little fucking distracting— how she happens to bounce her leg, making you bounce up and down with it’s movement, every time she's upset someone had killed her in the game, and how when she wins a round, she lays herself back on the chair, spreads her legs and cockily murmurs into the mic “fucking got you, asshole”

ʚɞ did she know what she was doing, as she slapped your thigh when she won the 3rd round in a row? did she know that when she bounced you up and down, your tummy flipped and your eyes rolled back? even if she did know, what you did next was so not fair to her.

ʚɞ you pressed your ass deep inside her lap, making the fat squish down on her thigh, and she cleared her throat, and chuckled. clearly, it did something to her, her throat feeling suddenly dry, but she didn’t want you to know. you stopped, and she readjusted herself, straightening her back. “i’m out of fuc…ing ammo” and with that, you pressed your ass down even deeper into ellie’s lap, cause her face to twitch in the slightest. “give me some fuc—“ now, you purely rocked your ass back and forth on her crotch, staring at the screen, attempting to appear as aloof as you could. it made her stretch her head back, and huff out a small, shaky breath. she placed her hand on your thigh, and squeezed hard. it wasn’t a nice, thoughtful gesture, it was a sign to stop fucking moving, you’ve been warned. she was on a winning streak and you were about to ruin it.

ʚɞ your shorts were truly way too short, bordering on underwear, the material was truly too thin, and she could feel every inch of you through her sweats. your thighs, your feet rocking back and forth and kicking her on purpose, and your ass who grew to be the biggest distraction of all— “just a sec dude, im pausing just… taking a water break”

she was going to lose, and she knew it.

she took the headset off, and placed it, no— threw it on the table. “what are you doing?” she murmured in a low, raspy voice. you managed to catch your breath, and attempted to sound as angelic and innocent as you possibly could. “nothing…?” you quipped, and smiled softly. ellie slightly nodded her head up and down. “keep doing nothing, see where that gets you”

“not doing anything, swear” and the way you put your hand on your chest, right where your heart is, and then palmed it to give it the smallest, gentlest squeeze… “jesus fucking christ” she huffed, and stared down. she wasn’t going to get out of this, and she certainly wasn't going to win.

ʚɞ she spread her thighs wider, with you sat directly on her thigh, and put her headset back on. two can play this game. she didn’t want your brother to know about you two, and you didn’t want him to know even more. you moved yourself to sit right on her center, right where her crotch is, and the wheeze that came out of her mouth— “fffuck”

“you good, ellie?” that was your brother’s voice popping out of her headset. you were that close to her face. your cheek pressed up on her’s, and you moaned inside her ear, a small “aaah, ellie” and you knew that would get her, because nothing made her wetter than those damn moans, and when you added her name in the mix—she cleared her throat, and if you saw the way her eyebrows scrunched together, her eyelids simply resting shut because she had to physically restrain herself, you’d have probably started whining and begging. “m’good, yeah—keep going” was she talking to you, or to him? you made up your mind. she was talking to you.

ʚɞ you grinded youself back and forth again and again, and you knew you rubbed her right where she needed you. you pressed down hard, and it hit right on her clit. “god” she huffed, her breaths growing shaky and uneven. she bumped her crotch into your ass and it made you squeal like a chew toy. “sh— shut up” she groaned, and hastily placed her palm on your mouth again. “shut the fuck up bro”. it was truly disgusting, how turned on you were by grinding yourself up against her, letting her clothed crotch hump your ass. ellie, desperately dug her palm extra hard on the controller, as she felt a glob of slick leaking out of her cunt, because she knew that if she let it go, her hand would immediately drop down to your pussy, and start fucking you raw on the chair.

ʚɞ the wet, sticky patch in your underwear grew bigger and bigger every time you bounced, circling your ass in fast, needy movements on her crotch as if you were trying to win a race. ellie's mind left the game already, completely blind to what was happening on the screen, but kept on pretending. it was funny to her, truly, how pathetic you looked. your movements growing messy, sweat sticking down your forehead, your bottom lip between your teeth, and she almost let you use her body to cum, and you swore you almost did. your small chocked out breaths were growing heavier and needier, and you huffed small whispers of her name in broken little sentences. “mmhm el-lie” she smirked, and placed her hand up on the small mic to block the obscenity that was about to escape her lips; "about to cum in those little fucking panties? hm? you’re so fucking slutty”

ʚɞ and thats exactly when you stopped, and peeled your shaky body off of her. she seemed confused for a second, because god she was loving it, the way you tried to get her flustered and turned out a needy, flustered, moaning mess yourself. she didn’t even need to do anything, just purely exist, for you to nearly cum inside your shorts. her lips curled into to a small, teasing smile. “what are you doing?” she mouthed. you got down on your knees, placing yourself directly in front of her crotch. ellie hovered over you in a manspread, and you put your chin right on the chair. “nothing” you mouthed back, and gave her a small pout. she huffed, as her game character stood idly on the ground, a black rifle in her hand, and your brother paced nearer and nearer. you placed your hands on her thighs, and batted your eyelashes. she sighed, and gazed at you with a prying look.

“you’re gonna fucking kill me”

“hell fucking yes i am” your brother exclaimed, muffled in her headset.

ʚɞ you didn’t even peel the grey sweats out of her body, you straight up yanked them down. what you saw… didn’t disappoint you in the slightest. a wet spot, perhaps even bigger than yours, making her black boxers take even a darker shade of black. you let out a shaky “oh my… god”, as she slid off of the chair, her eyes rolling back. “m’playing… just keep fucking going i’m playing” again, she wasn’t talking to you, or was she? she looked at you again, warning you. you blinked slowly, trying to tease her as much as you could. ellie's eyes squinted, and she hesitated for a moment. she brought her hand down and caressed the top of your head. although she was gentle, you could tell how crazy you were driving her. she bucked her hips forward, and mouthed; “lick”

ʚɞ firstly, you gave a small lick to the soft fabric, and felt her tangy sweet taste just merely grazing your pink muscle. then, she aggressively patted her hand on the top of your head, again, and made you look up at her. her eyes turned a darker shade of emerald green, and she looked angry. “dont play with me” she mouthed, and squeezed your cheeks together. she gave the right one a small pat, and then a stinging little slap, making you yelp. she was in control, and she was going to use you.

ʚɞ she placed the controller on your fucking head, and pushed her soaking boxers down, to lay loosely wrapped aound her ankles. ellie pushed your face forward to meet her weeping core, and you immediately stuck your tongue out, to gift a delicate, slow lick to her glistening, peachy pink folds. you pushed it inside of her hole, and she clenched right on it. she gripped the controller harder, and looked absolutely gone. no matter how hard she pushed your head, you didn’t dare to ever meet her clit, the brat that you are, because you thought it was so much more fun to watch her suffer. “mmfuck” she groaned, “fuck— y-you man” and the way she whimpered right into the mic; “m’good dude just— fuck just my arm hurts” and looked downwards to give you a look that was purely warning you— keep on playing with her like that and she’d fucking make it hurt.

ʚɞ it was torturous, and she really got truly delirious, the way in which you licked around her cunt, stopping your movements to plant a simple, delicate little kiss on her thigh, just to hear her respond with a throaty groan, look down at you with her bangs sticking to her forehead, hand shaking around the black controller, biting her lip hard— because if she didn't, she would have moaned so loud she'd get kicked out of your family's home for fucking with your brother's precious sister. she shook her thigh to get you off of it, and it signaled to stop fucking teasing. "I can'— fuck— man fuck, im gonna fucking— lose the fucking game" she stutters, sounding like a complete idiot, biting her fist hard and twisting her face, her jaw clenched so tight because if he hears her, he's gonna think she's either about to pass completely out, or think she's in heat— and the fact that you won't, absolutely refuse to give her needy clit any attention, and the way you look so concentrated on torturing her, keeping your eyes fixated on her’s, acting all brave because you know she cant talk, and cant do anything because she’s fucking “busy” oh, you pissed her off— your mouth stuffed with her cunt, looking up to her as if you're not trying to kill her;

nope. she can't do this anymore. she grabbed the back of your neck forcefully, and pulled yourself off of her. you pout, and then you're slightly terrified, because the controller just met the floor with a loud thud. "i'll be back in 5 minutes" she breathlessly talks into the mic.

“swear— five fucking minutes, gimme five”

ʚɞ you both stare at each other for a moment, as if you're communicating with just looks, and she lifts herself off of the chair and you pounce back, but she's quicker than you.

you dont know how you find yourself pushed against the mattress, with her hand around your throat. she's not pressing, it's just wrapped around it, and she's angry.

"you fucking..." you look to the side, trying to avoid her piercing gaze. the wall, apparently, has a lot to say. "look at me" she whispers, and forces you to turn your head around and face her. freckles splattered all over her face, you try and concentrate on them but she's chasing your eyes.

ʚɞ she's too quick, it's all too fucking quick and you whine so loud, your back arching off of the bed and she presses you down, shoves her hand inside of your panties and chuckles; "you're a fucking... you're so fucking..." she’s breathless, and famished, because she doesn't even finish that sentence before her lips are on yours, hips jerking forward, as soon as she feels the puddle, or the sea, that's right inside your panties.

"fucking tease"

ʚɞ you swear you’re vibrating on her hand. “pl—ease” you plead, your voice whiney and quiet because all of a sudden, ellie has the upper arm, and you, poor you— can’t tease her anymore. “please what?” she coos. “please ellie…” and she cups your tits, both of them, and squeezes them together so tight it makes you leak down your thigh.

“s’not good enough” she tsk’s, bringing her forehead to meet yours. she merely hovers over your clit, and it’s that friction you were looking for so hard and—

her phone buzzes.

“where the fuck are you?”

“?”

“????”

“hello?”

she places the phone screen in front of you, pinches your chin with her index finger and her thumb, makes sure you actually look, and types;

“i’m fucking your sister, brb”

your breath hitches, and she chuckles, deeply and mockingly, like shes making fun of you.

“should i press send?” she teases.

“no…” you stutter, and yet again, attempt to wear the purest, most angelic and divine expression on your face. “oh… no?” she mocks, plunging a finger inside of you deep, cooing at how you gasp silently, imitating your gasp right back to you.

“nonono” you blabber incoherently, and she’s not even moving her finger, just letting you warm it inside.

“s’too bad…”

and with that, she presses “send.”

a moment passes.

“not funny dude”

oh, he didn’t buy it.

[whyareyoulookingatmelikethat]

twisted sprout x distractor reader x twisted cosmo?

bonus points if reader's a little overly cocky and gets Got (maybe we get like. kidnapped or something. whatever you think would fit best in the getting got category [: )

...no this isn't inspired by me doing stupid stuff while distracting and getting punished for it. why would you think that noo /j

[19]: In The End

Not much to say right now. Not in the best mood after something happened, but I still hope you enjoy.

You were known as the chaotic one of the group.

Reckless, mischievous, you name it.

Honestly, no one really knew why you were the distractor, but they just went along with it because who else did they have to distract?

So here you were, skipping your way along the dark halls, your mood completely cheerful despite the disturbing sounds of the monsters chasing you.

The smile on your face was as bright as it would be on a sunny day, strangely enough.

You weren't one to strategize either. The instant you found a speed candy on the floor? Eat it in an instant.

Chocolate bars? Sounds good! Bottles of pop? Sure thing! No saving whatsoever.

You were literally the embodiment of idiotic.

And you liked it.

What was wrong about being stupid? Everyone is, so might as well come to terms with it.

You giggled, rounding the corner and making a U-turn around the twisteds.

Some say you’re confusing. Some say you’re drunk. Some say you’re crazy. (Which you are, but focus!)

You had the most positive,(Yes, even more positive than Poppy) yet deranged look on your situation, is what people said.

You didn’t care if there were monsters chasing you. You didn’t care if you were possibly going to die soon. After all, if you're going to go out, might as well have a little fun while doing so!

No you weren’t suicidal, just…you tried to make the best of your situation.

Was this place causing you to go insane? Probably. Who wouldn’t, after seeing their friends die in front of them one by one?

Ah, you remember now. Vee being mauled by Twisted Pebble, Boxten’s bones being crushed by Twisted Goob’s grip, Astro being killed by…well, Twisted Astro. Or who you like to call, the leech.

Their deaths were so traumatizing, you say with absolutely no emotion whatsoever, like you’re being sarcastic, but you’re not.

What reason would you have to be?

You didn’t really hate anyone here, not Vee or Glisten with their pride, Rodger with his nosiness, or even Shrimpo with his yelling. He had good reason to be bitter.

You heard a screech behind you, a warning. With practiced grace, you twirled around the easily avoidable tendril sprouting up from the floor, not even staining your shoes with the black ichor.

As you skipped on, avoiding a swipe of a smaller black claw, you wondered how the twisteds were even dumber than you, to the point they would just run around in circles after you and not even cut through the middle. They also wouldn’t jump or step over obstacles, nor knock them aside. They reminded you of homing missiles, but worse.

They acted as if a bean bag was a brick wall, and it was funny, yet extremely confusing. It bugged you to the point of insanity.(Not really, you're still sane but you know)

So you entertained the thought that maybe they were all blind. Their eyes were blood-red, so it would make sense that their vision is messed up, but that doesn’t explain how the amalgamation that was once a sweet and loving dog could now see you across half the entire floor, but couldn’t see you over a colorful kids table, despite towering over you.

It didn’t make any sense. It was like every single obstacle ever was an invisible wall for them. And you thought you were dumb…

You hummed, breaking out of your train of thought. Your eyes widened as you came face to face with a wall, smacking straight into it.

You could feel a headache beginning to form as you fell backwards towards the ground, hitting your head on the painfully hard concrete. You could hear the slightest crack and you cried out, immediately curling yourself up and hands shooting up to your head.

It…felt warm. Weirdly warm, and sticky.

Oh.

You already knew what it was.

You pressed down hard on your scalp as the twisteds closed in on you. You’d go out quick, at least.

The only thing you saw before it was all gone was two blurry faces staring down at you, hissing and groaning filling the air.

[crimsonfrostx]

A Road Well Traveled (Azriel x Reader)

Part 1

Word Count: 1902 Warnings: None, I think

Part 2 Part 3

It was a quiet night, the wind blowing softly through your hair as you walked around the city, enjoying the beautiful scenes of Velaris as you passed by. It's been a long time since you’ve been here, after all. You stop in your tracks as the way was blocked by a dark figure covered in shadows.

"A bit lost, are you?" says the suave voice of Azriel, his wings tucked in tight behind him, hazel eyes honed in on your form. You grin slowly, eyes trailing up the shadowsinger’s familiar form. "I'm never truly lost," you reply smoothly, bright eyes meeting his gaze.

He chuckles lightly, amused by your reply as he leans against a wall, his shadows billowing around him like a cloak. "Oh, you never change, do you?" he drawled in a low, velvety tone, his gaze roaming over you leisurely. "Hello, to you too, Azriel," you laughed, dropping your lightly packed bag at your feet.

Azriel's lips quirk upward into a smirk as he leans against the wall, observing you in quiet amusement. "You know," he says, "the last time I saw you, you were about ready to kick my ass for some reason." You hum, tapping your chin in thought. "I can come up with a reason now, if you prefer. Or, you can walk yourself over here and give an old friend a hug," you offer with a slow, teasing grin. 

Azriel raises an eyebrow, a slow smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "An old friend, huh?" He pushes off the wall and crosses the distance between you in a few easy strides. He scoops you into an embrace, his strong arms encircling you tightly. 

You squeal happily, arms circling around his neck and holding him just as tight. "It's been too long," you sigh into his shoulder, your feet kicking in the air like a small child. Azriel's arms tighten around you as he chuckles, his cheek brushing against your hair. "Much too long," he agrees, savoring the feeling of your body against his. "I've missed you, you know."

You lean into him, savoring the familiar body against yours just as much, his shadows snaking around you in greeting. "I've missed you more," you breathe out, and you're sure that you mean it. After everything that’s happened, you couldn’t imagine staying away from Azriel any longer.

Azriel presses a soft kiss to your forehead, his hand sliding through your hair. "There's no need for a contest," he murmurs with a smirk. When did he adapt Rhysand’s charm? You think idly for a moment, wondering if he truly has changed that much since you’ve been gone. No, surely he’s always been this way. If you remembered anything, it was Azriel’s heart stopping smile, not easily won by others. If you were lucky enough to be graced by its appearance, then you were a precious and rare sort. His shadows dance around you, twining affectionately between the two of you as if they, too, missed you.

You huff a laugh, leaning back to meet his gaze. "Don't let Cassian hear you say that. How is the big brute anyway?" You inquire, studying his facial features without stepping out of his arms. You took the chance to scan his features.

 His bronze skin was darker and as flawless as the last time you’d had seen him, his Illyrian tattoos peaking around the collar of his training leathers. The elegant planes of his face seemed sculpted and defined, you guessed it must have been from age. His inky black hair had grown longer too, the bottoms now curling around his rounded ears. Of course you noted the new sporadic scars that littered what you could see of his powerful body. 

Azriel's smirk turns into a genuine smile as he thinks of his friend. "Cassian is doing well. The same as ever, getting into trouble and causing havoc wherever he goes." He runs his thumb along your cheek, his gaze intent on your face, as if he's trying to commit every detail to memory. "Although he did mention he missed your delightful company," he adds teasingly.

You roll your eyes and step out of his hold, fixing your hair. "Of course, who wouldn't?" You send a wink his way, giggling in delight as shadowy strands wrap around your wrist. 

Azriel chuckles, his gaze lingering on your wrist as the shadowy strands twine themselves around it. He takes a step closer, eyeing the possessive gesture of his shadows with amusement. Leaning in, he murmurs near your ear, "My shadows are still quite fond of you, it seems."

"As they usually are. Really, Azriel, you should treat them better," you tease, your fingers dancing through the dark strands, still absolutely mesmerized by the mischievous shadows as the day you first saw them. 

Azriel's lips twitch in a small smirk as he watches your fingers run through his shadows. "Oh, I treat them just fine," he retorts, his gaze shifting to your fingers as they move across the tendrils. "Although, they might disagree with me if you keep doing that. They might just want to claim you for themselves."

"I'd cherish them forever," you grin up at him, dropping your hand to your side and reclaiming your bag off the street. "Now, are we going to catch up out here, or, are you going to show a lady to our High Lord's home?" you raise your eyebrows, watching him and waiting expectantly. 

Azriel chuckles, his gaze still fixated on the shadows that lingered on your wrist. "Of course, my lady," he says, the title rolling off his tongue smoothly. He gestured for you to walk ahead, the tendrils of his shadows reluctantly sliding away from you as he followed at your side.

You set an easy pace, following his guidance throughout your former city. "So, what have I missed?" You try to ask lightly, as if you hadn’t disappeared in the middle of the night without any warning. 

Azriel walks beside you , his gaze sweeping over the familiar streets of Velaris as he begins recounting what you’ve missed. "Well, Feyre and Rhys have been married for a few years now. Their little one is growing more mischievous day by day."

He glances at you, a small smile on his face. "Cassian finally found himself a mate, too. Though it's a constant struggle between them, as it always is with Cassian." You cast a sideways glance at him in surprise. "Is it this Nesta I've heard so much about? Feyre's older sister?" While away, you’ve heard whispers of the human turned High Fae, once engaged to Spring’s High Lord, now married and sharing power with Night Court’s High Lord. In addition, her older sisters’ being dragged into the middle of the Hybern mess and now High Fae as well. You were happy for Rhys, glad he had found someone to settle down with. A mate no less. 

Azriel nods, his gaze focused on the road before you. "Yes, indeed. Nesta and Cassian are an... interesting pair, to say the least." A sly smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth as he glances at you. "They seem to be constantly at each other's throats. I've never seen Cassian so riled up because of a female."

"It appears the Archeron’s are fascinating females," you breathe out, glancing at him from the corner of your eye. "And, you? Have you found yourself a pretty female to settle down with?" You ask innocently, though the tightness in your chest might say otherwise. You pushed the feeling to the side, hoping one of your closest friends had found his happiness.

Azriel's steps falter for a brief moment, his expression remaining carefully neutral as he looks at you. He takes a moment before replying, a hint of melancholy in his eyes that he quickly buries. "No, I haven't," he says quietly, his gaze returning to the path in front of him.

You glance away, your heart aching for him but can't stop the hope threading throughout your chest, leaving a bittersweet taste on your tongue. "You'll find someone, Az," you say quietly, eyes focusing as you near what you recognize as the Townhouse.

Azriel's jaw tightens, his gaze flickering to you briefly before looking away. "Perhaps one day," he murmurs, the tone of indifference masking the quiet ache in his heart. He stops in front of the Townhouse, gesturing for you to approach it first. "After you," he says politely, shoving his hands into his pockets. 

You pause, looking up at the building that held such fond memories of your life with your friends and family. Even the darkest parts of your past seemed easier to look back on with time. Taking a deep, centering breath, you move forward and turn the door knob. The entrance way looks the same as you remembered, crossing the threshold and putting your bag by the door, a habit you’ve learned through your travels, though you doubt you’ll have to make a hasty escape. You hope, anyway.

Azriel follows you into the Townhouse, closing the door behind him. The shadows that billowed around him fade into obscurity, blending into the corners of the room, as he watches you study the familiar surroundings. He leans against the wall, his gaze fixed on your form as you take in everything around you. "It hasn't changed much," he comments quietly, his eyes roaming over you.

You hum in agreement, a nervous energy filling you at the thought of seeing the rest of your family. "Maybe I should come back during the day. It's late," you offer weakly, glancing towards the door behind you. Thoughts of them not taking your sudden reappearance well settles over you. You couldn’t handle seeing them hate the sight of you. Not after what you’ve done to survive the last few years.

Azriel's gaze sharpens as he sees the hesitation on your face. He moves away from the wall, standing closer to you, towering over your form. "Is there something bothering you?" he asks in a low tone, his gaze searching your face. You look up, meeting his worried gaze. "It's not that, Az," you start quietly, glancing back towards where you can hear chatter and laughter, coming from the dining room. They must still have their family dinners. You weren't sure if luck was on your side, or not. "It's just been a while," you worried, your fingers twisting themselves in front of you, another habit you found hard to break.

Hazel eyes flicker towards the dining room, his expression hardening ever so slightly when he realizes where the noise is coming from. He looks back at you, noting the worry in your expression, the way your fingers twist together. He steps closer, his hands gently enveloping yours, stilling the nervous movement. "You don't have to do this tonight," he murmurs, his thumb tracing lazy circles on the back of your hand.

Azriel had always been your solid ground, keeping you steady and strong in the face of whatever opponent they were pointing at. Tonight, your opponents were your family, and you weren't sure that his steady and scarred hands could keep you together this time. Before you can say anything or move, a figure rounded the corner, a surprised gasp hitting your ears. Mor breathed your name softly out into the room, and suddenly it was too late to run.

A/N: This is my first story posted here, so I'm a little nervous.

Dividers by diviniyae

[holdmytesseract]

Mercy

Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Summary: It's time for the archer to let go of the past and focus on the future. It's time to start over. But... Can Daryl show mercy upon his enemy? Can your words help him do what's right?

Warnings: TWD stuff? mentions of the Savior war, injury (being shot), pain meds, fluff, mentions of murder, mentions of babies (you know me, i can't resist)

Set in Season 8!

Word Count: 1,7k

a/n: This is inspired by one of Rick's famous quotes - which I also borrowed for this story. 🤗

Disclaimer: That quote isn't mine.

Personally, I love this lil' story. Might be one of my favs...

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"Y/N? I'll be goin, 'kay?" You saw Daryl coming to stand in the dooframe of the medical trailer. You sat up in bed; giving him a nod. "You're gonna... take care of Dwight?" The archer nodded while biting down on his lower lip. "Yeah..." He paused. "Yer gon' be okay while 'm gone, sunshine?" Your partner referred to the injury you suffered earlier that day. Even though Eugene had manipulated the bullets, a Savior had managed to shot your leg nevertheless.

"Sure. Don't worry about me - or my leg. It's gonna be okay." The man gave you another nod, "A'right. Keep restin'. Dun want to see yer pretty ass walkin' 'round the Hilltop when I return." and turned to walk away.

But you stopped him.

"Daryl."

He froze in his movements and turned to face you once more. His blue eyes landed on yours; view slightly impaired by a few loose brown curls which hung in his face. You held his gaze for a few moments, before you started to move and shift your body, in order to stand up. It caused the archer's eyes to widen. "Whatcha doin'? Y/N, don't. Doc said ya should stay in bed. Ya dun have to-" Daryl cut off his own sentence with a sigh, seeing that his efforts weren't able to stop you. Instead, he stepped inside the trailer and quickly reached for you when he witnessed you limping towards him.

"Damnit, woman. Why 'r ya so stubborn?" He grunted as he wrapped his strong arms around your middle; keeping you steady and preventing you from falling. You just smiled up at the taller man. "Learned from the best, you know..." Daryl scoffed.

A moment of silence passed between the both of you, in which you chose your next words wisely. "Daryl..." You started again, and placed both palms on his chest. "I know you want to kill Dwight. I wanted to kill him too. So did Tara. And he deserves it. He does. For what he did to her. To you. To me..." You swallowed and quickly shoved the horrible memories threatening to knock against the door to the forefront of your brain aside.

You took a deep breath and looked into your boyfriend's eyes again; thumbs rubbing circles into his soft pecks. "But we have to be better than that, Dar... We gotta - and you know it. This won't make us feel better. Killing him won't bring Denise back or..." You had to swallow again. "Or undo the things he did to you. Giving him a chance is right."

Daryl just looked at you; watching you fight against the tears which desperately wanted to spill from your eyes. "It's not easy, I-I know, but... It's over. I-It's the past and... now it's all about our future. What's after - like Rick said. I don't want you to start over with a kill. Start over with me."

The archer listened patiently to every word you said - but only kept looking at you. No word left his lips, but you could see the gears violently turning in his head. So, you decided to give him a few moments to sort his thoughts and process what you had just said.

Your thumbs kept rubbing circles into his clothed skin, but when you noticed a single tear escaped the corner of his eye, you quickly lifted your hand to gently wipe it away. You had a guess where his mind had taken him - and your heart ached for him... Nevertheless was your point still standing. Killing Dwight wasn't the solution.

"Dar..." You softly called out his name; grabbing his attention and taking him out of his most likely dark thoughts. "My mercy prevails over my wrath," you whispered with your hand still on his cheek. Ignoring the roaring pain in your leg, you stood on your tiptoes to at least reach his chin and place a soft kiss there; feeling his beard tickling your lips.

Another beat of silence passed, before Daryl cleared his throat. "I'll better go now. Wanna be back 'fore it gets dark." You nodded; still with that smile on your face. "You'll do the right thing." Daryl chewed once more on the inside of his lip, then leaned down to press a lingering kiss against your forehead. "I'll try," was all the archer said, before he turned on his heels and walked out of the trailer. Your eyes followed him; hoping that your words were able to reach him.

Daryl's gaze softened again - your mission successful. He looked at you for another long moment, before he took a deep breath. Bending his knees, he slid one arm carefully under your knees, while the other stayed around the small of your back. Before you could even say something, he had carefully - not to hurt your already injured leg - swept you off your feet and was carrying you bridal style back to the bed, where he gently lowered you again.

"I could've walked, you know..." "Nah. Ya already walked enough for today. Gotta give that leg rest 'n time to heal." You subtly rolled your eyes but also couldn't suppress the smile which tugged at the corners of your mouth.

The pain meds Siddiq had given you were strong enough to knock you out for quite a few hours. It was pitch black outside, when you reopened your eyes again. It was dark in the infirmary as well, except for the soft glow of a few candles.

It took you a hot minute to realise that you weren't alone... Daryl was seated on a chair beside your bed; your hand neatly tucked in his. Slowly - with your brain still a bit sleepy and woozy, you turned your head to face the archer. "You're back..." You stated in a low voice. The man grunted in response. "Told ya I'd be back 'fore sunset. I found yer sleepin' when I returned, though. Thought I let ya sleep, knowin' ya need the rest." You nodded, and gently squeezed his hand. "How long was I out?" "Dunno, sunshine. Few hours." You gave your partner another nod and gazed up into his face; handsome features softly illuminated by the dim light.

"How's yer leg doin'?" Daryl asked you then; voice tinged with concern. You tried to move your leg - and hissed slightly. "Painful. Bit better thanks to the painkillers, but yeah... Being shot sucks." He nodded. A compassionate expression took over his face. "Yeah, I know." Of course, he knew. He's been shot before... Multiple times by now. "But you'll get through this. Yer strong," Daryl assured you and brought your joined hands up to his lips in order to press a featherlight kiss against your knuckles. You smiled.

Another beat of silence passed, in which Daryl didn't say a single word - not even move a muscle; his expression neutral.

A long moment of pleasant silence passed between the both of you, in which you bit your lip; unable to push that one obtrusive thought aside in your head. You had to know - had to ask.

"Babe...?" You called out quietly. His eyes instantly snapped up to meet yours. He hummed in response. "Did you..." You swallowed. "You know... kill Dwight?"

But then he slowly started to smile, "Nah." and shook his head. "Didn't kill 'im." Your partner's words made you smile as well. He had listened. He had chosen what was right. "Really?" Daryl leaned in closer to you. "My mercy prevails over my wrath," he whispered; quoting you. Your smile even widened while you lifted your free hand to cup his cheek. Daryl turned his head to press a kiss against the soft, delicate skin of your palm. "I'm proud of you, Dar. You made the right decision." He nodded; shortly biting the inside of his lip. "Send 'im away. Gave 'im the car keys 'n told him to go." Told 'im to find 'er," he added whispering. "Sherry?" Another nod. You smiled again; thumb gently caressing the apple of his cheek. "Love persuaded you then, huh?" He scoffed, but smiled. His cheeks and the tips of his ears turned red. "If ya wanna call it tha'..." "Mhm, think I do." Still smiling, you sat up slightly - just enough to press a tender, lingering kiss on his mouth. The archer's eyes fluttered shut; lips locked with yours.

You could've sworn that your heart skipped more than just one beat; your stomach doing that funny flip thingy.

Retreating from the kiss, you laid back down in bed; the hurt muscle in your leg protesting. Your hand left his cheek again and came to rest on the mattress instead, while your other hand was still snugly wrapped up in now both Daryl's big palms.

"You gonna stay all night, Dar?" The man sitting beside you nodded. "'Course I do. Where else should I be?" You started to smile again, but rolled your eyes. "In your bed, Dar. You need to sleep. It's been a long, tiring and nerve-wracking day..." Daryl just looked at you for a long moment, before he shook his head. "Nah..." You raised an eyebrow. "I jus' need one thing in this life, 'n tha's you, sweet girl," he said in that low, gruff voice you came to love so much.

"Oh, Dar..." You had to fight the tears. "I love you. I love you more than words can say." Daryl smiled and lifted your joined hands to press once more a gentle kiss against your fingers. The look of pure, raw love in his eyes spoke enough. Daryl didn't need words to express what he felt. How deeply he felt.

"Sleep now, sunshine. 'N when tha' leg's all healed again, we're gonna start to work on the future... What's after..." You smiled; curiosity piqued. "And what's after? For you? For us?" The archer shrugged his shoulders. "Dunno..." A small smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth. "... but, I thought we, uh, could start workin' on tha' baby we decided to have... 'N buildin' up our home again, of course." Your heart skipped another beat; smile even widening. "Sounds perfect to me, babe."

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[thesecondhandwoman]

Can you do grayson with thief/criminal reader

LOVING A THEIF

Grayson x f!reader

Synopsis: You were a well known criminal, the thief or Piltover. But you were also Grayson’s partner, captain of Piltover’s enforcers. All of this caused your relationship to be complicated, but it became even worse when you were caught by Marcus, and sent to life in Stillwater.

Request: Anon 🤍

A/N: At the top of each divider, I had to add a time skip so it made sense, so just note that.

The rain was a curtain of silver needles, sharp and relentless, drumming against the stone streets of Piltover. The glow of the hextech lamps cast long, wavering shadows, and somewhere in the maze of alleys, you ran. The cold air bit at your lungs, every breath sharp like broken glass, but the thrill of it—oh, the thrill—kept you going.

A satchel slapped against your hip, full of trinkets that would sell for a fortune topside but feed a dozen orphans in the Lanes. Every step you took echoed with the soft clinking of stolen wealth, and for a moment, you allowed yourself a grin. You were good at this. Too good, some might say.

Until tonight.

“Stop! By order of the Enforcers, stop!” Someone yelled, and the single statement made you cringe. But You knew that voice. Low, rough, and full of a desperate kind of righteousness.

Marcus.

The dog that barked far too loud and bit too deep.

You whipped around a corner, feet splashing in a puddle, heart thundering. It wasn’t just Marcus chasing you—there were more, at least three other enforcers judging by the heavy footfalls. You couldn’t see them, but you heard them. Closer now.

Too close.

You knew this part of Piltover too well, knew that if you kept running, you’d hit a dead end. But doubling back was suicide. You needed a way out. A way up.

Your eyes darted around, landing on a crate leaning against the wall. Too low.

The balcony above it? Too high.

But there, a pipe running alongside the wall. Rusted, but it would hold. It had to.

You sprinted for it, tossed your bag up first, then leapt. Your fingers curled around the pipe just as a bolt of pain lanced through your shoulder, a clawing, burning ache. You hissed, fingers tightening as you glanced down.

Marcus, his baton still raised, sneering up at you. “Gotcha, rat.”

You heaved yourself up with one arm, ignoring the throb in your shoulder. Every movement felt like fire, but you didn’t stop. You couldn’t stop.

“Persistent little thing,” Marcus muttered, signaling to the others. “Circle ‘round! She’s bleeding, meaning she won’t get far.”

He was right. The wet warmth trickling down your arm was proof enough.

But they underestimated you.

They always did.

(Grayson’s Apartment—Hours Later)

Blood stained the fabric of Grayson’s shirt as she pressed it against your shoulder, her jaw set tight with a quiet, simmering rage. You sat on the kitchen counter, legs swinging off the edge like a child getting scolded, biting down a hiss with every press of the cloth.

“You know,” she said, her tone sharper than any knife, “I can only cover for you so many times before it’s not just your neck on the line.” Her silver hair clung damp to her forehead, still glistening from the rain outside. “Marcus is sniffing around harder than usual. He’s not stupid, love.”

You tilted your head, grinning up at her despite the sting in your arm. “I’d argue that point.”

Her eyes darted up to meet yours, unamused but still soft in that way only she had. The kind of softness reserved for things you love but shouldn’t.

“I’m serious,” she said, gripping your chin with firm fingers. Her callouses brushed against your skin, grounding you. “You think I like playing both sides of this war? If Marcus catches you again, he won’t drag you to me. He’ll drag you straight to the Council. And I can’t help you then.”

Her voice dropped, and with it, her gaze. She released your chin and looked away, her hand braced on the counter beside you. “I hate this,” she muttered. “I hate this game we’re playing.”

Your grin faltered.

“I know,” you murmured, glancing at the door as if expecting someone to kick it down. “But you knew what I was when we started this, Gray. You knew I wasn’t ever gonna be… clean.”

“Don’t.” Her voice was quiet but firm, sharp as broken glass. “Don’t act like you’re dirt underfoot. What you do for the kids in Zaun — I know why you do it. I know. But knowing doesn’t make it any safer.”

Her hand settled on your thigh, fingers curling lightly, and you leaned into her touch. There wasn’t much softness in your life. But this? This was yours.

“I’ll be careful,” you said, and for once, you meant it. “I’ll lay low for a while.”

Her fingers squeezed your leg.

“Promise me.”

You hesitated, and lying to Grayson was like cutting your own heart out.

“I promise.”

And for a time, you both believed it, but Grayson also knew you could be a bit stubborn with your words.

(Stillwater Prison—A Few Days Later)

You didn’t hear them coming. You’d been too focused on the metal lock in front of you, working it with a thief’s patience. The distant sounds of footsteps didn’t register until it was too late.

A sharp whistle behind you.

“Breakin’ into Stillwater, huh? Gutsy.”

You froze, lockpick still in hand. Slowly, you turned your head. Marcus. Standing there with a squad of enforcers behind him, smug as ever. His baton spun lazily in his hand.

“Y’know, I thought you’d be smarter,” he said, stepping closer, his boots heavy against the stone floor. “Grayson ain’t here to save you now, sweetheart.”

You braced yourself to run, but Marcus shook his head, letting out a little ‘tch’. “Uh-uh. Not this time.”

Two enforcers moved faster than you could react, hands gripping your arms, wrenching them back. You thrashed, teeth bared like a cornered animal.

“Get off me!” you snarled, feet kicking, head swinging. “You think this’ll end well for you, Marcus? You think Grayson won’t—”

“Grayson ain’t calling the shots anymore,” Marcus sneered, stepping forward, his face so close you could smell the rain on his coat. “You think she’s untouchable, but guess what? Council’s takin’ a closer look at her, too.”

That made you pause, heart sinking into your stomach.

“What are you talking about?”

Marcus grinned, baring his teeth. “Her leash just got shorter. They’re watchin’ her now. Which means you?” He laughed, low and mean. “You’re fair game.”

The crack of his baton against your temple was the last thing you felt before darkness took you.

(Grayson’s Office—The Next Day)

“You should’ve told me sooner,” Grayson said quietly, her back turned to Marcus, hands braced on her desk. Her knuckles were white from how hard she gripped it. “I would’ve handled it.”

Marcus shrugged, leaning against the doorframe. “Handled it how, Captain? Council said you’re too close to her. Said someone else’d be deciding what happens to her.”

Grayson’s head turned just enough for him to see the sharp cut of her glare.

“She’s mine,” she said, low and dangerous.

“Not anymore,” Marcus replied, too smug for his own good. “She’s Council property now. Best you stay out of it, Captain. Wouldn’t want them thinkin’ you’re compromised.”

He left her there, fists trembling against the desk.

(The Cell—Later That Night)

The cold stone of the cell pressed against your back, the chains on your wrists rattling every time you moved. You’d lost track of time. Hours? Days? Didn’t matter. You’d been in worse places. But it was the silence that ate at you, gnawed at you like a hungry rat.

She’d come for you. She always did.

But when the cell door opened, it wasn’t her.

Two enforcers stepped in, faces blank, eyes dull. Not Marcus. Not Grayson. Strangers.

“On your feet,” one of them barked.

Your heart pounded harder, faster. “Where are you taking me?”

The other enforcer grinned, pulling you to your feet with a yank.

“Council’s got plans for you, thief.”

Panic set in, wild and sharp. Grayson wasn’t here. No one was.

You fought like hell.

(The Courtroom—In the Morning)

The courtroom smelled of old parchment, sweat, and something faintly metallic — like blood that had dried on stone. Sunlight streamed in from high, arched windows, slanting across the cold marble floors in sharp golden beams. It might have been beautiful if you weren’t chained to a chair, beaten and bruised, with half of Piltover staring down at you like a caged animal on display.

Your head hung low, a mat of tangled hair falling over your face. The left side of your face was swollen, your eye barely open. Your ribs ached with every breath, thanks to Marcus’s baton. Dried blood clung to your lips and the corner of your mouth. But you sat upright. Pride wouldn’t let you do otherwise.

You weren’t going to give them the satisfaction.

“Thief. Subverter of Piltover’s justice. A known criminal with a history of jailbreaks, sabotage, and theft,” the council elder’s voice echoed through the chamber, his words hitting harder than Marcus’s baton ever could. His gaze was cold, unwavering. “Today, the council convenes to pass judgment on one who has stolen not only from Piltover’s coffers but from its dignity.”

He looked down at you like you were already buried six feet under. “Have you anything to say before sentencing is passed?”

You tilted your head, wincing at the ache in your neck. Blood still lingered on your tongue, sharp and metallic. You scanned the room, letting your one good eye fall on Marcus, who leaned against the wall like he owned the place, arms crossed, smug grin plastered on his face.

Then your gaze found her.

Grayson.

Her silver hair gleamed in the pale light, her Enforcer’s uniform pressed sharp and crisp. She stood in the back, silent, arms folded tightly. She wasn’t looking at the council. She was looking at you.

Her face was stone, but you knew her tells. The twitch of her jaw. The hard clench of her fingers against her bicep. She hated this. Hated every second of it.

Your lips curled into a grin, sharp and bloody. “Yeah, I got something to say.” You leaned forward, chains clinking with the movement. “Your ‘justice’ is a joke.” Your voice rasped, raw from disuse, but loud enough to cut through the chamber. “You lot sit up there on your thrones while Zaun drowns. Kids starve. Families break.” You licked the blood off your lip, glaring up at them. “I steal to feed the hungry. What do you do?”

A loud bang echoed through the chamber as the elder slammed his gavel down.

“Silence!” he barked, leaning forward like he’d rip the words out of your throat himself. “This council has heard enough.” His eyes narrowed with the satisfaction of a man who’d already made his decision. “By the authority of the Council of Piltover, you are hereby sentenced to life imprisonment in Stillwater Prison, effective immediately.”

The gavel struck once more, both hard and final.

Your heart didn’t stop, but it did stutter. Stillwater. Not a month. Not a year. Life.

Chains yanked you up as guards pulled you to your feet. Your ribs screamed in protest, but you kept your face steady. No tears. No begging. You glanced up, searching the back of the room.

Grayson hadn’t moved.

Her face hadn’t changed. Her eyes stayed on you, hard, steady, and watching.

(Outside the Courtroom—Minutes Later)

The air was sharp with the crisp bite of morning mist. You stumbled forward, your feet dragging as two enforcers hauled you down the stone path toward the transport vehicle. The sun hung low in the sky, barely warm.

The vehicle loomed ahead, its iron doors wide open, a mouth ready to swallow you whole. It wasn’t your first ride to Stillwater, but it was the first ride you knew you’d never come back from.

“Pick up the pace, thief,” one of the guards growled, yanking your chain hard enough to send you to your knees.

You coughed, chest heaving, ribs burning like wildfire. But before the guards could yank you up again, you heard a familiar voice.

“Let me handle this.”

Grayson’s boots crunched on the stone as she approached, moving slow, deliberate. The guards stiffened at her arrival.

“Captain, council said—” one of them started, but she shot him a look colder than a Zaun winter.

“I know what the council said.” Her eyes stayed locked on you. “Back off. I’ll deal with it.”

The guards exchanged glances, but Marcus wasn’t here to argue on their behalf, so they let go of your arms.

You swayed but caught yourself.

“Thought you’d be happier,” you sneered, letting your head tilt to the side. “Finally got me in chains, Captain.”

Grayson’s eyes narrowed. She strode forward and grabbed the front of your shirt, jerking you close. Her face was inches from yours. To the guards, it looked like rage. But you saw it. The fakeness of her present scowl.

“Oh trust me, I’m happy about your kind being set off again.” She spat, trying not to break her angered mask from that simple statement, especially since she knew it would be taken a lot differently if she meant it.

Her fingers curled into your shirt, her hand pressing firmly against your chest. Against your heart. You grabbed her wrist and growled up at her, letting it slide down until you felt the cool press of metal slip into your palm. Her voice came low, barely a whisper, her lips barely moving.

“Don’t screw this up,” she muttered.

You blinked once. No nod. No words. Just the faintest shift of your fingers, curling around the key she’d pressed into your hand.

“Stop talking and get in line, scum,” she said louder, shoving you back hard enough that you stumbled. The guards snorted as if she’d done them a favor.

But she didn’t look at them.

She didn’t look at you either.

(The Transport Stop—En Route to Stillwater)

The armored transport swayed with every bump in the road. It was cramped inside, just you and three other prisoners. The only light filtered in through the small slits in the steel walls.

Your heart pounded like a war drum.

The key pressed into your palm felt sharper than any knife. Slowly, carefully, you shifted your hands, turning your wrists just enough to feel for the keyhole. Your fingers were slick with sweat, your breathing shallow and controlled.

Click.

The cuffs fell loose.

You didn’t breathe. Not yet.

You glanced up. The two enforcers sat at the front, laughing about something one of them had done the night before. They hadn’t noticed. Not yet.

You leaned forward.

“Hey,” you whispered to the prisoner across from you. His eyes snapped to you, wide and wary. You tossed him the key, keeping your movements slow, careful, and quiet. “Pass it.”

He nodded, hands fumbling as he worked the lock on his cuffs. The others followed suit. One by one, the chains fell away, quite enough to not draw attention.

Once everyone was done, the next bump in the road was your signal.

You lunged.

Your hands were free, your body a storm of fists, elbows, and raw fury. The first enforcer didn’t even see it coming—his head snapped back, his helmet cracking against the wall. The second guard scrambled for his baton, but you caught him by the wrist, twisting until you felt the snap. He howled in pain.

“Move!” you barked, hauling yourself toward the open door. The foggy expanse of the southern coast between Piltover and Zaun lied ahead.

You didn’t look back.

Never look back.

(The Last Drop—Hours Later)

The air inside the Last Drop was thick with warmth and the smell of stale beer. Shadows danced along the walls, lantern light flickering in the dim haze. You sat in the back corner, hoodie pulled low, one eye still swollen despite Vander coming over only minutes ago to dab some alcohol onto it.

The door creaked. You didn’t look up. Didn’t have to.

“Three hours late,” you muttered, taking a sip of water.

“Had to make it look good,” Grayson replied, sliding into the booth across from you.

She leaned back, her fingers tapping the table. Her uniform was gone, replaced with a simple jacket and scarf.

Her eyes met yours. Really met yours. No mask. No stone-faced captain. Just Grayson.

“Nice escape,” she said, lips curling into a half-smile.

“Yeah,” you leaned forward, hands still aching. “Nice key.”

Silence hung between you, heavy with things you’d never say out loud.

Grayson sighed, looking toward the door. “They’ll be looking for you.”

“Yeah, I know.”

Her eyes flicked back to yours, sharp and silver in the dim light. “Then I guess you’d better stay hidden.”

You smiled, blood still on your teeth. “Guess so.”

“Now, are you going to keep telling me stuff I already know, or are you gonna come over here and help me with all these injuries? Vander only knows how to heal baby cuts for this four little rascals, not bruised ribs.” You joked while leaning back again, just proving how tired you were.

Grayson chuckled and shook her head before walking over. She tugged a chair and took a seat in front of you, unfolding her scarf. “Alright, alright. Take your shirt off, love.”

[sky-is-the-limit]

Artist's Touch.

P: Javier Escuella x F!Reader

CW: NSFW Content, Vaginal fingering, Grinding

WC:1,823 words

You were sitting by the tranquil water, the gentle caress of sunlight warming your skin as you cradled Javier's cherished guitar in your lap.

"Am I doing this right, Javi?" You whispered, the words barely audible above the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant movement of the water.

With tender care, you ran your fingers across the strings, coaxing out soft, melodious notes that mingled harmoniously with your surroundings.

Javier behind you was a comforting presence, his hands resting atop yours as he guided your movements, his touch warm and reassuring.

Javier's response was immediate, his voice soothing to ease your worries. "You're doing great, mi amor." He murmured, his warm breath tickling your ear.

You could feel the firmness of his arousal nestled between the rounded curves of your ass and despite your best efforts to maintain focus on the task at hand, the undeniable presence of his hardened length pressing against you was impossible to ignore.

Perhaps it was the way you were shifting slightly on his lap, the subtle movements torturing him despite his innocent efforts to teach you how to play the guitar.

Maybe it was the comfortable silence that hugged you both, a peaceful rare moment from the hustle and bustle of the camp life as you both used fishing as an excuse to get away.

And he was aware of it too. You could sense it in the way his gaze lingered on you, dark with desire as he whispered with sultry tone in your ear, his lips brushing the shell of it each time to betray his intentions.

His hand gently guided yours to a different position on the fretboard, the familiar formation of E minor taking shape beneath your touch. As he adjusted your grip, you could feel the calluses on his fingertips brushing against yours, a reminder of the countless hours he had spent perfecting his skill.

"Practice that one, love." With a soft murmur, he encouraged you to play the chord. "Let me hear it."

And so, you obliged, hesitantly strumming your fingers across the strings of the guitar. You focused intently, ensuring that you applied just the right amount of pressure on the strings to produce the correct sound.

Yet, despite your concentration, you couldn't help but feel the subtle shift in Javier's touch. His hand, which had been guiding yours moments before, now trailed down to rest on your hip, his fingers tracing circles against your skin and causing your breath to catch in your throat.

"Good, good. Now show me A major." Javier instructed with a velvety whisper that sent shivers down your spine.

As his lips moved dangerously close to the pulsing of your neck, you could feel the heat of his breath ghosting over your skin and a smirk forming on his lips.

"Javi, what are you-" You began to question, but before you could finish your sentence, you felt his fingers daringly graze your upper thigh. The hem of your dress barely covered your most intimate parts, leaving you feeling exposed to his touch.

With a firm grip, his fingers found interest on the material of your clothing and slowly, almost teasingly, he began to raise the fabric upwards, revealing inches of nakedness underneath.

The sensation of exposed skin against the cool air raised goosebumps all over you, your senses heightened by the not so surprising turn of events.

Caught off guard by his sudden boldness, you hesitated, uncertain of how to react, if you should keep playing. But then, with an unfamiliar sternness in his tone, he interrupted you.

"Ah, ah, cariño." He chided softly, his tone carrying a hint of authority that excited every corner of your body. "You focus on your playing and I'll focus on mine. Go on."

Javier watched you intently, his gaze unwavering as he searched for any sign of a reaction. He was eager to see if he could break through your focus, to witness the moment when you would fall apart to what he was doing.

With a slow motion, he positioned the index and middle finger of his right hand, forming a V shape over your outer lips before pressing firmly against them.

Despite the overwhelming pleasure, you remained determined to maintain your composure, to continue playing the guitar as though nothing else mattered.

As his fingers pressed against you, you could feel your inner lips spilling outside around his digits, the heat of your arousal radiating from your core. Your lower muscles hardened under his touch, responding instinctively to the stimulation.

With each movement of his hand, more of your juices seeped from you, coating his fingers in a slick sheen of your lust.

You pushed down against him, your silent plea for more evident in the way your body moved and trembled.

Javier was more than happy to comply, eager to satisfy your every need. With a swift touch, he removed his middle finger, allowing his index to glide smoothly along your soaked slit, eliciting a soft gasp from your lips.

His touch was electrifying, setting your skin ablaze as he trailed his finger from the bottom to the top of your slick folds, stopping just short of your clit. The anticipation was almost unbearable and your whimpers choked in your throat before they could reach your lips.

Exasperated by it all, you stopped playing altogether, your focus entirely consumed by the pleasure coursing through your veins.

"Javi, please-" You whined, pleading as you begged for more. "I need more, please-"

"Keep playing, amor or I'll stop." Javier warned huskily with a hint of playful threat. His words hung in the air, a reminder of the power he held over you in that moment.

A with a renewed sense of determination, you focused all your attention on the guitar in your hands, your fingers moving deftly across the strings as you continued to play the melody.

Then he moved faster, pressing even deeper. The thumb on your clit added pressure and swirled with such skilled accuracy that it burst a sudden moan out of you. It left your thighs trembling, growing weaker with each passing second.

It was velvety and slick, the way his fingers glided in and out with ease, as if you were sucking him in despite the slight stretch.

Despite your best efforts to maintain composure, whimpers and cries spilled from your lips and every word you tried to articulate was swallowed by a panting mewl, each syllable lost in the haze.

"You're doing such a good job for me." Your lover praised and with each word, you felt yourself growing more and more responsive to his touch, your body instinctively reacting to his every movement.

With each passing moment, the intensity of his touch grew, his thumb working your clit in small, tight circles that left you gasping for air, your cries mingling with the wet sounds of your own arousal.

The heat building in your stomach intensified, leaving you trembling and the guitar in your grasp alongside you. It was a wonder that you managed to maintain your grip on it amidst it all.

Every nerve in your body seemed to be on fire, ignited by the rhythmic pressure of Javier's palm now grinding against your clit as his digits thrusted in and out of you at a maddening pace. With each movement, the pressure pushed you further and further toward the edge as tears welled up in your eyes.

Amidst the haze of sensation, you felt Javier's lips against your ear, "That's it-" He rasped, his voice sounding almost more wrecked than your own. "Keep clenching around my fingers, fuck-"

In desperate need of more friction, you instinctively began to grind the globes of your ass against his clothed length and though there was the barrier of fabric between you, you could feel the heat of his arousal pressing against you with each motion.

At first, it was a subconscious movement, an innocent attempt to find a rhythm that would bring you closer to your climax. But as you continued to press yourself against him, something snapped within you.

Then, as if breaking through the barrier of your own desire, you heard it, a low, needy moan that escaped Javier's lips.

''Just like that, keep grinding on me- fuck-'' Heavenly little noises fell from his lips as he finally started pressing his crotch against you with pressure, the tone of his voice betraying his ability to last long.

The guitar was long forgotten as he, too, seemed lost in the heat of the moment. The wooden instrument served as nothing more than an object for you to hold onto. Your fingers clung desperately to the smooth surface as your hips instinctively started grinding against his hand in search of release.

His climax coming early didn't catch you off guard after only a few moments of using your lower body strength to both milk his fingers with your warm walls and grind against him. It was no surprise, really, considering the torturous arousal that had been building inside him since the moment you sat on his lap.

The fact that he had even lasted as long as he did was admirable, all things considered.

''Fuck-'' With a shudder that seemed to ripple through his entire body, Javier stilled, his cock pulsing as it spilled rope after rope of hot thick semen into his pants.

His abs flexed beneath the fabric of his shirt, the muscles rippling beneath his skin as he rode out the waves of pleasure that washed over him. His hips twitched involuntarily, his movements punctuated by sharp gasps and whimpers of pleasure as he struggled to catch his breath.

Though Javier was trying to come down from his own high, his fingers never ceased their relentless thrusting inside you. Even as his body trembled with the aftershocks of his orgasm, he picked up the pace, his fingers driving deeper and faster inside you.

''Javi- God!'' The sound that escaped your lips was primal, raw, the cry of a wounded and your head swam with the force of your orgasm, every sensation heightened to a fever pitch as you surrendered to the sparks going through you rapidly.

"We might need to wash up before we get back to camp, eh?" Javier smiled wolfishly, bringing his hand up to his lips, his tongue trailing along his fingers as he savored the taste of your release and licked his fingers clean.

As your back rested against his chest, the rise and fall of your breath gradually returning to its normal rhythm, you felt Javier's hands begin to move and you felt the weight of the guitar being lifted from your body.

With a tender touch, Javier placed the guitar gently on the grass beside you and then wrapped his arms around your body, holding you close to ret his head on your shoulder.