#do not ask Why i need you to pick one :) just pick one :)))

[agoraphxnics]

fem!afab!reader

wandering into a cave to seek shelter from the storm only to come across a slumbering dragon!price. he’s massive with radiant golden scales. you freeze, adrenaline shooting through your chest and piercing your ears. you slowly back away, trying not to wake the beast, when your back crashes into a thick wall of flesh. you look up to see another dragon!gaz blocking your exit.

“hmm, what do we have here?”

you face him, stepping backwards to make some distance. gaz isn’t as large as price, but his red scales still intimidate you to no end.

“i-i’m sorry, i didn’t know this cave was occupied. i was just cold and needed a place to hide! i-i can leave and never come back!”

a grumbling resounds from behind you. it shakes the ground you stand on, making you shake from more than just the frigidness. a third dragon!soap appears, picking you up in claws and bringing you to his piercing yellow eyes and green-scaled maw. “poor li’l sapphire. didnae know this was a dragon’s nest?”

you curl in on yourself. “n-no! i swear! please don’t eat me! i promise i meant no harm!”

gaz laughs, stomping forward to look at you closer. his maw is so close—just one sharp exhale, and you’d be a pile of ash. “trinket, we won’t hurt you. you’re too cute to eat.”

“ye. we only want tae play with you a bit,” soap adds, using his other paw to ‘gently’ pat your head. it jolts your whole body.

you sniffle. “what do you mean?”

“mating season.” from the darkness, a fourth dragon!ghost appears. he’s taller than the two, all black scales and authority. you gasp, eyes widening.

“si!” soap scolds.

at the same time, gaz says, “don’t scare her even more than she already is!”

the former huffs. “why waste time when we can get to the point?”

gaz pulls away slightly to give you space, but his gaze still holds yours with intensity. “look, trinket. we dragons mate in autumn, and you caught us at the right time. if you help us, we’ll reward you handsomely.”

“john has quite the hoard,” soap continues, “and he’d be willing to give ye whatever ye need to live comfortably for the rest of your life.”

“all we ask is that you let us breed you,” gaz finishes.

you gulp, the adrenaline now pooling somewhere else. somewhere wet and hot. the idea of four dragons fucking you makes you keen, thighs pressing together unconsciously.

“but how would this work?” you ask, looking over at ghost’s underbelly. from a slit on his abdomen, you can see two large cocks starting to poke out, and from the heads alone, they each look just as big as you.

the three chuckle, and soon a fourth voice joins in on the laugh. price finally makes a move, standing up and walking over to fully cage you in soap’s palm.

“oh, treasure,” he rumbles amusedly, “dragons can shapeshift. we wouldn’t want to break you, would we, boys?”

the three grunt in response.

you feel awed by their power, and when you don’t respond, price barks out an order. “kyle. simon. johnny. show my treasure what i mean.”

soap places you back on the rocky floor. suddenly, the sound of cracking and contorting echoes through the cave. and before you know it, three massive humanlike men stand before you. sharp horns protrude from their heads, human flesh surrounds random patched of scales, and their backs sport gigantic wings and a tail. most importantly, however, they are naked and proudly presenting two scaly cocks between their legs, tips weeping with seed.

in that moment, any doubts or reasoning went out the window. drool ran past your lips, and your tongue quickly followed to lap it up.

soap laughed, crouching in front of you to caress your face. “li’l sapphire likes what she sees.”

“does that mean we can ‘ave ‘er?” ghost grumbled, claws moving to fist his aching cocks.

gaz sneaks behind you and whispers in your ear, “it’s up to her.”

you take them in, lustful eyes raking over their faces, their bodies, their everything, desperate to find out what pleasure they’ll give you. craning your neck up to where price still towers over you all as a dragon, you call, “can i see you, too?”

a contented sound leaves price’s throat as he shifts into a burly man just as aching as his pack mates. he stalks to you, those eyes still gleaming like the apex predator he very much is, and he turns you to face him. “well? are you pleased with your mates?”

you nod.

the four of them purr, finally putting their hands on you.

“good treasure. now just sit there and look pretty for us. we’ll take good care of you.”

writing smút is hard >_< maybe i’ll continue this one day but for now enjoy dragons bc they hot asf

[venusveil]

Random astrology observations.

(My personal observations what I think)

✎ Taurus Moons be like Comfort > everything else.

✎ A Gemini Has 25 group chats but can’t reply to a single text you sent two weeks ago.

✎ Venus in Sagittarius Can love you from afar but don’t suffocate them or they’re gone.

✎ one think I noticed that Scorpio Sun with Sagittarius Venus is like they'll cling to you when they're feeling spicy but when that's over "who are you?"

✎ Never met a Pisces who doesn't have a issue with sleep. Either sleeps all day and night or no sleep at night. wakes up at 2 or 3 pm.

✎ Moon in Scorpio craves deep emotional (and physical) intimacy. Casual flings leave them feeling empty but they’ll never admit it.

✎You think you had the worse break up. Until your ex and you have 8th house synastry. And if you survived that? My strong babe you can do anything in life.

✎ by the way 8th house synastry reminds me of bad romance - lady gaga.

✎ My 8th house is in Taurus and I realized I can't be friends with a Taurus male. It's either we're a love/hate couple or nothing. No in between.

✎ Leo Needs constant admiration but pretens they hate being the center of attention (yeah right).

✎ I never wanna pick a fight with a Gemini Mars. I'll end up crying screaming vomiting. They'll hit you with words. will make you lose your sleep doubting your own intelligence.

✎ Sagittarius Mercury be like "let me teach you something" while offending you. "Why are you so stupid?" Probably gives (unwanted, nobody asked for) advice like It's a love language.

✎ 12th house Venus / Mars may attract people by accident then blame them for falling for them.

✎ One time I tried telling a Pisces Mars they're wrong. And he straight up was like "yeah I know I'm a bad person" ok? Thanks for knowing that.

✎ Aries Venus wants the hottest person in the room, the one looks hard to attract but when they do, They'll get bored before the 2nd date.

✎ Does Capricorn moon even cry? Once a year?

✎ Arguing with a Taurus Mercury in the 3rd house is like screaming at a brick wall. You'll be tired by the time they change their mind.

✎ Sun in Pisces/6th house is like you think working 9-10 is death. Also cries if there's no routine.

✎ I love people with Jupiter in Gemini or 9th house Jupiter. They knows a little about everything won't shut up.

✎ Sagittarius Mercury as a child I was a chatterbox talking non stop. And I've my big cousin sister (she's a Capricorn) telling me to stfu.

✎ Pluto in the 1st house : you walk into a room triggering at least 5 people's childhood trauma.

✎ Neptune in the 7th house attracts emotionally unavailable people.

✎ Jupiter in Scorpio people talks like a sexy cult leader. Can convince you to ruin your life in seconds.

✎ Neptune in the 4th house thinks their childhood was either a fairy tail or a horror movie - no in between.

✎ Mars in Scorpio knows exactly how to ruin you emotionally also sexually. And they will.

✎ Mars in the 4th house fights in the kitchen brings up childhood trauma mid-argument.

✎ You're not dating a Scorpio Venus you made a deal with the devil. Good luck moving on. Probably casting a spell to make you obsessed.

✎ Chiron in Scorpio heals people but breaks them first.

✎ Pluto in the 12th house knows the vibe is off 3 weeks ago

✎ Pluto in the 3rd house can destroy someone’s sense of self in a paragraph… and then say “I was just being honest.”

[ryoflix]

the sukuna kids can't stop asking you questions | f. reader, s/h prns., crack 'n fluff, estb. rl, ؛ ଓ

you’re deep in your emails, hunched over the dining table with one hand balancing your forehead and the other trying to chase your cursor around a poorly formatted spreadsheet. there's a half-cold mug of tea somewhere on your left, your laptop’s fan is whining in protest, and your brain feels like it’s leaking out through your ears. so naturally—

this is the moment your son picks to wedge his little socked feet under your thigh and lean all his weight into your arm like he’s trying to merge with your soul.

"would you rather be the flash or quicksilver?” he asks, with a kind of intensity usually reserved for world leaders.

you blink slowly, cursor hovering over cell H14.

“baby, i really need to finish this.”

“okay but... quick answer? just flash or quicksilver. just pick one.”

you sigh, glance at him—his face is so serious, brows knitted like he’s judging your entire moral framework based on this response.

“quicksilver.”

“why.”

“because,” you say, rubbing your temple, “he has an accent.”

that seems to satisfy him for about three seconds. then:

“do you think if he raced sonic, sonic would win?”

you stifle a groan. “i think sonic cheats.”

“ha! that’s what i said!” he cheers, victorious for reasons unknown, before he scoots off to the couch.

meanwhile, sukuna’s half-asleep on said couch, one arm dangling off the edge, the other lazily draped over his face to block out the ceiling fan. his legs are spread, his work shirt is rumpled, and his expression says “i’ve fought wars and yet nothing prepared me for this life.”

“papa,” your daughter whispers at a decibel that still somehow slices through the room like a blade. she’s crouched beside him with her chin on the armrest, blinking wide, innocent eyes.

he makes a low sound. “hmm?”

“if you had to go on a vacation with only me or only mamma, who would you choose?”

he shifts just enough to peer at her through his fingers.

“…is this a test?”

“you have to pick. and it has to be me,” she adds immediately.

sukuna groans dramatically, dragging his hand down his face. “alright. you. i pick you.”

she beams, climbing up onto his lap. “what about if we were on a boat and it was sinking but you could only save one of us?”

“what kind of sick boat ride is this?”

“you have to answer, papa. who would you save?”

“…i’d flip the boat and make both of you swim.”

“that’s not the game!” she huffs, poking his chest with a tiny, accusing finger.

from the table, your son yells, “answer the game, papa!”

“i’m trying to nap!” sukuna yells back, but it’s the softest bark in existence—there’s no real heat behind it, and your daughter knows it. she just giggles and begins braiding his hair with her stubby little fingers.

“what if you were a horse,” she continues casually, “and you had to race a giraffe, but the giraffe was cheating?”

sukuna groans again. “then i’d bite the giraffe’s leg.”

“horses don’t bite, papa.”

“i’m a special horse.”

“ohhh,” she says, satisfied. “okay. what if—”

you close your laptop, finally giving up. your son’s now back at your side, with a new question ready.

“if we were all in a video game, and you had to pick a power-up, would you pick invisibility or ice breath?”

“ice breath,” you mutter, rubbing his head. “so i can freeze the whole house and sleep for a hundred years.”

“that’s not allowed. parents have to stay alive forever.���

you glance over at sukuna, who’s now sitting upright with a completely crooked mini-braid on one side of his head, and a little girl still babbling beside him about giraffe justice.

he looks at you, dead-eyed. “what the hell is ice breath.”

you shrug. “don’t question it.”

he turns to your daughter and goes, “okay, if you had to pick between riding a dragon or becoming a dragon, which one?”

she gasps. “become!”

your son protests immediately from your lap. “but then i can’t ride you!”

“you can ride with me!”

“dragons don’t carry passengers—”

“do too!”

and just like that, the hypothetical war has begun.

you and sukuna exchange a long look over the chaos. your eyelids are heavy, his shoulders are tense. your brains are probably melting—but your hearts, god, your hearts are full. exhausted, sure. but full.

“one day,” he murmurs across the room, “they’ll ask normal questions.”

“no they won’t,” you smile, ruffling your son’s hair.

and honestly? you wouldn't have it any other way.

[leashybebes]

Tommy's regretted the crack about competition since the second it left his mouth. First for the vulnerable insecurity it exposed. Then for the way it blew that second chance apart.

But now? Now with Evan saying things like yeah, but he was upset, we both were, and it's fine, he didn't mean anything by it and I mean, he wasn't wrong, you know how I get and but god, it was so good to see Christopher and Pepa again, he regrets it like he never has before.

Because if he says what he's thinking (man, what a fucking dick) then he's - what? A jealous ex? Trying to turn Evan against his best friend who he already said with his own stupid mouth that he saw as a threat? Yeah, no thanks. Evan's clear eyed, obviously wholeheartedly on board with what he's saying, and this accidental run in at the grocery store is so completely not the time for Tommy to say he was wrong he was wrong please tell me you know that he was wrong please tell me you know you're better than that please tell me you know you're allowed to feel exactly how you feel please tell me you know you're trying so hard and that means something please tell me you know you're good.

"Do you, uh. Do you wanna get coffee?" he asks instead.

Evan blinks, like he's surprised, like they haven't spent ten minutes talking next to the avocados, getting in people's way, earning themselves dirty looks and just - not caring.

"I would love that," Evan says.

They abandon their baskets in the end, only having picked up a few things each. Tommy can shop later, but there's something about the deliberate lack of tension in Evan's shoulders, the deliberate absence of grief in his face that makes him feel ephemeral, insubstantial, like he'll disappear if Tommy looks away from him for longer than a blink.

He lets their elbows bump as they walk two blocks to a coffee shop, keeps his eyes on Evan as they order drinks, find a table in the sun. It's familiar, but it's not. They each paid for their own coffees, for one thing, and Evan doesn't look adorably nervous this time. He looks tired. Just tired. Tommy wonders how deep he's locked down everything other than tired, and why he felt the need (what a fucking dick, he doesn't say again).

"How are you holding up?" he asks, taking care to make his voice soft.

Evan looks down at his coffee. Looks back up at Tommy. Looks over Tommy's shoulder at the street. Looks back to him. "R-really bad," he admits quietly.

"Okay," Tommy says. "That's okay, Evan. Do you wanna talk about it?"

[mintedwitcher]

something I'm workshopping for my "Buck leaves the 118" fic below the cut:

He sits in his car for a long time, just staring out at the waves. He used to surf. He used to love surfing. When did that stop, he wonders? Was it when the tsunami happened? Or was it before that? He can’t remember the last time he went surfing.

His phone is in his hand before he really registers picking it up, and then he’s dialling a number that he’s been avoiding for weeks.

“This is Kinard.”

“Tommy,” Buck says, and it’s like he can finally breathe.

“Evan? What’s wrong?” Tommy asks immediately.

“I’m at the beach,” Buck says. “Just got off work. Did you know I used to be a surf instructor? I can’t remember the last time I went surfing.”

“Which beach?” Tommy asks. “And no, I didn’t know that. I can see it though, it suits you.”

“More than being a firefighter?” Buck asks. “I don’t know which beach, I wasn’t paying attention. I just ended up here.”

“No, firefighting suits you better,” Tommy says. “Are you hurt?”

“No,” Buck says. He might be lying. He doesn’t really know. That last call did get a little hairy, but he doesn’t feel hurt. Mostly he just feels… “Tired.”

“Stay awake for me,” Tommy says. Buck can hear the sound of Tommy’s truck revving. He’s driving, too. He’s probably going to work.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have called,” Buck says. “I’m not even sure why I did, I just… I guess I just wanted to hear your voice.”

“Evan, sweetheart, you’re scaring me,” Tommy says, and his voice sounds urgent now.

“I’m not killing myself,” Buck tells him, because that’s important. “I won’t do that. I’m getting a transfer next week. Can’t mess things up for my new Captain before I even start working for him.”

“Good, Evan, that’s good,” Tommy says. “I’m on my way right now, okay? Just keep talking to me, sweetheart. Tell me about your surf instructor job. I’ve gotta know, were you blonde?”

Buck barks a laugh. “Frosted tips,” he says. “It was Peru. Wait, no, that was the bartending job. God, there’s been so many, I can’t keep track of them all. Maybe I’ll ask Maddie. She’ll know. She kept my postcards.”

“You sent her postcards?” Tommy asks. Buck knows that he’s trying to keep him awake, keep him alert and oriented. He’s a firefighter, he knows the drill. He goes with it anyway.

“Yeah, one from every place I lived in, before LA,” Buck says. “There’s like, twenty of them.”

“You’ll have to tell me about all of them,” Tommy says. “How many jobs have you had?”

“Too many,” Buck says with a sigh. “I liked most of them. Surfing, carpentry, bartending… I was a ranch hand for a while. Can’t believe it took you kissing me to realise I’m into men. The signs were there, Tommy, let me tell you.”

“You checked out my ass the day we met, remember,” Tommy says. Buck laughs again. It still sounds wrong, but maybe it’s because he hasn’t laughed in a while. Maybe he needs to relearn how.

“In my defence, you have a great ass,” Buck says.

“You’re right, I do,” Tommy says, chuckling.

“And so modest, too,” Buck says. He’s teasing. They’re flirting. Buck’s smile feels a little more genuine this time.

“A triple threat,” Tommy agrees. “I’m pulling up now. I can see your truck.”

“Yay,” Buck replies, and Tommy laughs. The sound is warm and rich, like Tommy’s favourite coffee order. A few seconds later, Tommy’s truck parks next to his.

“Can I come sit with you?” Tommy asks, still on the phone. Buck can see him through the car windows. He nods. The call disconnects. A moment later, Tommy’s knocking on his passenger side window. Buck moves his duffel bag into the back seat and unlocks his doors so Tommy can climb inside.

He’s still in his sleep clothes.

“Did I wake you up?” Buck asks, eyeing the pyjama pants that he bought for Tommy back when they were dating. Buck’s matching set is in his dresser drawer at home, along with the few shirts he managed to pilfer from Tommy during their relationship that he hasn’t gotten around to returning yet.

“Yes, but I don’t care,” Tommy says. “You call, I come running. Or, driving, in this case. Are you okay?”

And maybe it’s the pyjamas, maybe it’s the forty-eight he just worked, maybe it’s the takeout boxes in the kitchen and the empty fridge at work, or maybe he’s just done. Buck gets one full breath in, and the next one hitches, and before he knows it, he’s sobbing. Tommy reacts immediately, pulling him in. It’s uncomfortable and awkward with the centre console in the way, but Buck doesn’t care. He hides his face in Tommy’s neck and cries, and cries, and cries.

[popcornpoppypop]

Broken Smile

Summary: You are one of PTMC's best ER residents, but it's your day off. You head to Pittfest. Robby and Abbot have to pick up the pieces. Reader x platonic!Abbot and Robby

Warnings: Blood, Death, injury, vomit, trauma, Gore

A/N: This was a request from an anon, I hope this is what you were looking for. Please let me know if I missed any warnings.

“How in the hell did you manage to get a half-shift?” Samira asked you in disbelief.

“I know how to flatter the right people. It’s a gift.” You smiled, nonchalantly shrugging your shoulders.

“You better get me something or I’ll never forgive you for leaving me.” Samira scoffed as she typed at her computer.

“I’ll think about it.” You chuckled as you started to gather your things.

“Y/N will you do me a favor?” Robby waltzed up to the desk. “Just keep an eye out for Jake while you're there.” He asked, his shoulders tense.

“Yeah, of course. We were meeting up for one of the bands anyway.” You nodded, slinging your backpack on your shoulder. “I’m out of here, don’t call me if you need me.” You smiled and pranced out the door.

Pittfest was in full swing when you arrived. Everyone of age was mostly drunk or high as you made your way through the crowd. You had stopped at home to change, a pair of jean shorts and a black tank top. The sun was already blistering your skin, but it felt nice even if you knew it would hurt tomorrow. It was a rare good day, you thought to yourself.

“Jake!” You ran up to the teen, his arm hung around his girlfriend.

“Y/N! Hey! Leah, this is one of Robby’s coworkers. She’s one of the cool ones.” He laughed.

“I think you mean the coolest.” You corrected.

“Nice to meet you! Jake, we should call him and thank him.” Leah suggested. She seemed sweet, it was probably because you were there. She looked like she could cause mischief, you liked her.

Jake pulled out his phone, facetiming Robby. The music was blasting, you knew there was no way that old man heard a thing they were saying.

“Y/N made it too!” Jake moved the phone to put you in shot.

“Don’t worry boss, I’m making sure they keep room for Jesus!” you winked at Jake who started to blush.

“And that’s why you’re my favorite resident.” Robby chuckled.

The day went on easy. You had a beer, enjoyed the music, ate terrible fried food and watched Jake fall completely in love. It was sweet. They looked good together, you thought. You were glad he had a nice girl for his first love. Even if the odds of it lasting past college were slim to none.

You were at one of the food trucks fueling up on beer and fries for the rest of the evening when there were a few pops. They sounded like fireworks from where you were, until they were accompanied by screams.  A chill ran up your spine, palms sweating as you moved to investigate. More shots. Someone screamed that there was a shooter.

“Oh shit.” You felt yourself start to shake. Your first thought was get to Jake.

You ran through the crowd, trying to see where he was. You tried calling, he wasn’t answering. You stopped to help up a few people who had fallen, when you saw the blood-soaked grass. Something in your brain clicked, your training taking over. Fear mostly forgotten, something you knew was part of your brain trying to get you to survive.

You took off toward the first aid tent. You needed supplies, they wouldn’t have enough, but it was a place to start.

“I’m Dr. L/N, I need gloves and anything you can spare!” You shouted as you ran behind the table, gathering everything you could into a spare bag. You ran back out into the crowd, shots echoed overhead.

You worked to stabilize everyone you encountered, instructing other concertgoers to take them to safety as you ran from person to person.

“Hey! Here, I brought out all the food trucks first aid kits! Not much but it’s something!” You recognized one of the cooks as he came running up to you.

“Thank you so much, now get the hell out of here.” You barked.

“Oh hell yeah.” He smiled. He smiled at you. Then he wasn’t. His smile, replaced by a gaping wound. You felt warmth dripping down your face. You were confused for a moment. Something on your forehead stung. You raised your hand to the spot, pulling away to see blood. A bullet fragment grazed your forehead you thought. A fragment from the one that went through that kind man’s smile. The realization crashed down on you as you watched him crumple to the ground, lifeless. The air was knocked from your lungs, you couldn’t move. You wanted to run, vomit, scream, but none of it happened. You just stood there. Frozen.

“Help! Please!” The screams echoed, bouncing around your skull. You had to move. You had to help. You finally felt you could move your legs and ran to help the next person, wiping the blood and brain matter from your face.  Another shot echoed and you felt something burning your thigh, you fell to the ground.

A bullet was lodged in your left thigh. You felt the panic fill your throat. You tried to push it down, you had to asses and treat. The bullet hadn’t hit the femoral, it wasn’t in too deep. You’d be in pain but you’d survive. You gathered yourself to your feet and limped your way to the next patient.

This went on for hours. Scrambling to get to each patient, never having enough time to help everyone. People were screaming for you, grabbing at your body to get you to help them or someone they loved. You couldn’t move fast enough. You weren’t fast enough.

“Y/N!” You heard Jake’s voice, something in your chest broke. You felt the tears rolling down your cheeks but ignored them.

“You got shot!” You yelled looking over his leg.

“I’m fine! Leah, you gotta help Leah!” He cried. You looked at the girl, her face pale and the wound on her chest oozing blood from between Jake’s fingers where he was holding pressure.

“Okay, okay. I’ll try.” You said, your voice shaking. You took his hands away. She wasn’t going to make it. You knew she wouldn’t, but did your best to get her stable enough to make it to a truck.

“You need help getting out of here!?” A small group of men ran up to you.

“Get these two to PTMC as soon as you can, do not stop for anything!” You yelled as they gathered Leah up into their arms.

“Jake, keep pressure on her wound! Don’t stop!” You yelled as they took him away.

You ran around the fairgrounds, blood soaking through your jeans, the bullet was grinding into you thigh more and more. You sat down and dug through your bag of supplies, finding a pair of forceps. You had no medications, no lidocaine cream, just hand sanitizer to clean them. You took a deep breath and dug them into your thigh. White hot pain surged through your body, you screamed out as you dug the bullet from your thigh. Your hands were shaking as you lifted it to your eye level. It looked intact, no fragments. You put it in your pocket and did your best to wrap your leg.

You were out of gloves. Your hands were stained red. You kept going. You didn’t know how you kept going, but you did. The ground was soft and wet, each step forcing blood to puddle up from the grass. You pronounced too many people dead. You worked on teenagers and elderly, holding hands with them as they took their last breath. You tried to do cpr for every one of them. Even the ones you knew were a lost cause.

“Dr. L/N?” You heard a voice that was vaguely familiar from behind you. You were stood in the middle of the fairground, bodies surrounding you.

“Doc, they’re gone. There isn’t anyone else to save.” The voice said. You turned and saw one of the medics that frequented PTMC.

“Huh?” You mumbled.

“Doc, let’s get you checked out.”  They walked up to you slowly, as if you were a stray dog.

“I tried…” You mumbled.

“You’re okay. Let’s get you out of here.” They said, wrapping an arm around you. You didn’t remember the ride to the hospital. You didn’t remember the medics trying to clean your wounds only for you to flinch and push them away. You didn’t remember them asking if you wanted help out of the truck. You saw the ambulance bay doors and walked in like you did everyday.

The chaos was dying down; the ER was in the process of cleaning up from the mass casualties. There were still signs of what happened: gloves thrown on the floor, blood smeared across the tiles. You wandered in, your feet dragging as you looked around confused.

“Oh my god!” You heard Dana’s voice as she took in the sight of you. You looked like you’d walked through hell. Your clothes were covered in blood and dirt, your once white shoes now a dark burgundy. Even your hair was sticky with blood.

“Y/N!?” Dr. Abbot came running over to you, putting his hands on your face, examining your forehead.

“Get a gurney, now!” Robby barked. You stood still. Your whole body was shaking as the adrenaline started to leave.

“I tried to help…” Your voice was small. You looked around and saw the ER had come to a standstill at the sight of you. Everyone looking at you in horrified sympathy.

“You did, kid. You helped a hell of a lot of people.” Dr. Abbot said as he guided you onto the gurney. They wheeled you into a trauma bay, which you thought was too much.

“Where’s all the blood coming from?” You heard one of the nurses ask.

“It’s not mine. It’s not…they kept grabbing me to help.” You said, the tears starting to fall.

“Bullet graze to the forehead, looks like a bullet wound to the left anterior thigh.” Abbot rattled off.

“I took it out.” You mumbled.

“What?” Robby and Abbot looked up, shocked. You pulled the bullet from your pocket.

“I couldn’t keep going with it in, I took it out.” You said, dropping the bullet onto the tray next to you.

“Jesus Christ.” Robby gasped.

“Okay, let’s get her in line for head CT. Get her a fluid bolus to help with shock and get me a closure kit.” Abbot ordered.

“Is Jake okay?” You mumbled, grabbing onto Robby.

“Yeah, yeah. He’ll be okay.” You saw something break in him. “Said you helped him. Said you helped everyone.” He held your hand.

“Did Leah make it?” Your breath hitching in your chest, knowing the answer.

“We’re giving you some morphine for the pain, Kid. You might fall asleep, let yourself.” Abbot interrupted, shooting Robby a look.

“I should have gone with her. It would have been better, she would have made it.” The sobs took over your body.

“No, it wouldn’t have. You did everything you could for her. We did everything we could. There was no more anyone could have done.” Abbot’s voice was firm but gentle.

“I wasn’t fast enough! I couldn’t move fast enough! I should have saved them! I couldn’t Save them!” Your voice cracking, breaking everyone in the rooms heart. Robby turned away to hide the tears. Abbot clenched his fists and shook his head.

“Let’s get propofol on board. Kid, I’m going to sedate you for this. You need it.” Abbot said, clearing his throat.

“I wasn’t good enough! I failed! I failed them, I failed all of them!” You were in hysterics. Abbot held you down by the shoulders as Princess came in and administered the propofol with red, glassy eyes.

“Don’t fight it, Kid! Don’t fight it.” Abbot pleaded. Robby’s hand never left yours. You sobbed yourself into sedation. Finally, able to rest.

“What are we going to do with her?” Robby sighed.

“We take care of her. We make sure she’s safe from herself.” Abbot said as he worked to close the wound.

“She’ll need to be put on leave. There’s no way she can treat patients after this.” Robby shook his head.

“We’ll figure it out. I’m not letting this break her. She’s too good for that, she deserves better.” Abbot clenched his jaw.

Your head was pounding as you started to regain consciousness. The lights were too bright, sending shock waves through your skull as you tried to open your eyes. Your leg was throbbing in time with your heartbeat, it was irritating. All of your muscles were sore; you felt like you’d been steamrolled. Then the memories came flooding back. The blood, the mud, the screams.

“Easy, you’re okay.” You heard Robby’s voice. “You’re safe, you’re in the hospital.” He said, a hand on your shoulder.

“too bright.” You mumbled. Robby got up and turned the lights down.

“You have a concussion, but nothing serious.” He said sitting next to you.

“What time is it?” You robbed at your eyes.

“It’s a little after midnight.” Robby looked at his watch.

“You shouldn’t be here.” You said, your throat dry and spit thick in your mouth.

“We’re taking shifts. Abbot will be here in a bit, I’ll go sleep. You don’t need to worry about it.” He told her, leaning on the guard rails.

“When can I go home?”

“In a few hours. With a follow-up appointment with psych tomorrow.” He told her.

“I don’t want-”

“Not negotiable. You’re getting evaluated, it’s protocol after what you’ve been through. You’re also on medical leave for the next three weeks.” He said, knowing you were going to fight him.

“That’s a bit excessive. I can still do desk work with my leg.” You argued, tears slipping down your cheeks.

“You need to heal more than that leg. We all do. But you saw things, did things, none of us had to. It’s going to stick to you for a while. We need to make sure that you’re okay before bringing you back in.” He offered you a tissue. You pushed it away.

“Sitting at home, with my thoughts isn’t going to heal anything.” You snapped.

“Neither is putting your head down and pushing yourself beyond your limits.”

“I just want to go home.” You said, bottom lip trembling.

“I know.” Robby sighed, squeezing shut his eyes in frustration. “You’re going to stay with Abbot for a week.” He knew you’d hate the idea.

“What? No! I can go home!” You shouted, tears streaming down your face. The door opened and in walked Abbot.

“You told her then.” He said as he sat across from you.

“I don’t need a babysitter! I’m fine!” you yelled.

“You aren’t. You aren’t fine. It’s okay to be not okay. But we aren’t letting you fall through the cracks. You will let us take care of you, it’s not a choice. You saw things, Kid, that you won’t be able to forget. The human brain is not equipped for the things you had to do today. It’s going to take time to figure out how to deal with all of this. If anyone here is qualified to tell you that it’s me.” Abbot said, putting a hand on your arm.

“I don’t want to be this…pathetic thing, everyone is going to look at me different.” You tried to stop the crying but failed.

“You aren’t pathetic. No one thinks that. If anything, everyone here looks at you and sees the strength that they don’t have.” Robby said.

“Kid, you’ll get through this. It’ll be a bitch, but you will. We aren’t going anywhere. Besides, I’m not that bad to live with.” Abbot shrugged.

“It’s asking too much.” You shook your head.

“Well, we weren’t asking so no, it’s not.” Abbot smirked.

“You deserve a chance to get better. That’s all we’re doing, giving you that chance.” Robby said.

You wanted to fight it. Something in you not able to accept such kindness after what you had just witnessed. But you didn’t. You kept quiet as they told you their plans and nodded along when they asked if you understood. You weren’t sure if you’d ever be okay, but at least you knew they’d be looking out for you. They’d catch you if you fell.   

[siri-ike]

"Hey,"

The guy startled and looked at Tim like he wasn't sure if he was real. Did he really not hear him drive up? Or is he in worse shape than he looks?

The stranger reached out for the passenger seat door but then suddenly appeared in the back seat. Looking back, this should have been clue number 4 or 5, but it was the first thing Tim found odd. The stranger fell asleep with his head on his backpack almost immediately. Only his upper body was shaded by the cars roof. That was the part that seemed to be oozing a thick green liquid. While his lower half was bleeding red.

Tim couldn't see the guys face no matter how he turned the mirror. It was always just out of view.

Then came the whispering. The guy was lying in the back seat. So why, in the name of all that is good and sane, does it sound like he's whispering right in Tim's ear? Some ot the things he whispered were mundane, such as "where am I?", "who are you?", and a long monotone "OooOoOooOoo." Some things revealed useful information like "I am real." Which was a huge relief to Tim. But most of it was concerning.

Tim swerved off the road when his ghost friend suddenly woke up and started yelling. "[{NO! STOP! LET ME GO!}]" Or it would be more accurate to say he started yelling and then woke up because he immediately switched gears to "Hi, I'm Danny. Where're we headed?" Tim finaly cought his reflection in the rear view mirror. Weren't his eyes green before?

It was jarring, to say the least. More concerned arose when Tim offered Danny to sit in the passenger seat and was met with a casual "I can't sit in the front. They'll find me." He didn't say who "they" were, and he refused to elaborate. Honestly, it was probably the least suspect thing about him, but Danny's up to 17-19 red flags depending on how you count.

Tim rounded up to 20 when he stopped at a gas station, and instead of following him inside, Danny just appeared in the snack aisle. Tim looked out to the car, and there Danny was, waving back at him. And in the store, dropping multiple cards, none of which had his name. Several of them were just perfectly white key cards, like the ones used in government facilities. Another oddity was when he picked out 7 bottles of mountain dew, asked how much radiation it contained, and was disappointed with the answer.

"We're about an hour from the edge of the desert. Where do you need to go?" Tim asked as he got back in the car. Neither of them carried anything in, yet the car was full of supplies. More than what Tim saw him pay for.

"Anywhere, really. Wherever you're going should be fine."

"I mean, where do you live?"

"I don't."

He's homeless? Well, that makes sense.

"Did you say we were in a desert?" He sounded so surprised.

Tim simply gestured to their environment. Evidently, it's a desert.

"What state are we in?"

"Colorado. Where did you think we were?" Tim turned on the car.

"Pennsylvania. Or at least close. Colorado is like..." Danny roughly outlined the USA with his hands and vaguely gestured to where Pennsylvania and Colorado were on it. "... really far away."

"It's about a 25-hour drive."

Suddenly, the radio turned on by itself.

"The authorities warn of a dangerous individual in the area. He's described as being 5 foot 4, with black hair and-" *click*

Tim turned to Danny, now in the passenger seat. His left pointer finger on the power button, and his right hand adjusted the sunglasses he had just bought.

"Which direction are we going?"

"Kansas, Keystone city. My grandma lives there." An entire fleet of speedsters live there. "We're about ten hours away." Tim lied.

"Where's Keystone?"

"Missouri. Same direction as Pennsylvania."

Danny looked away, then down at his lap, then forward. Signs of secrecy or distress. He pulled the cards he used before and hid them under the floor mat. "Can we make a stop in the next city?" He reached into the backseat for a tube of Pringles and offered some to Tim. "I'll make it worth your while."

What, the actual fuck, does that mean?!!?

DpxDc #3

Catch a ghost ride?

In the USA, picking up a ghost in your car, often happened when hitchhiking was still legal, but that doesn’t mean it’s no longer a thing.

Getting a ghost in your backseat, looking at your rearview mirror, and finding out they are no longer there.

Then why THE FUCK won’t this ghost leave him alone?!

Tim found himself on the outskirts of Colorado (for a mission) on a mild spring evening when he spotted a teenage guy at the side of the road with a backpack on his shoulder, looking like he had just come out of a shredder.

He didn’t even think about it, his foot pressing automatically on the brakes and letting the guy on, receiving a quick “thanks.”

After about half an hour, his eyes glanced at the mirror, and the guy looked passed out and... transparent?

After several hours of driving, the guy woke up, looked over himself, looked at Tim, and decided it was a wonderful time to start a friendly conversation.

Yup. He was giving a ghost a ride.

A chatty one at that.

[oldermenfucker]

Mama’s Boy | J. Abbot

summary: Your son interrupts you and your husband’s “fun” time every time Jack gets his hands on you. Tonight he’s had enough.

warnings: 18+ mdni! Smut, p in v, unprotected sex, breeding, creampie, Jack’s getting cockblocked and he doesn’t like it ONE BIT lmao, your son is around 4-5years old, mom!reader & boy dad!Jack, totally inspired by Shawn Hatosy’s tweet about how he is so thankful for his (asshole) sons and his hot beautiful wife lol, English isn’t my first language<3

word count: 2k+

an: so this happened today… THE QUESTION IS: should I write a Robby version of it but with girl dad!Robby and sexually frustrated!reader??? YES OR NO?🤭

Reblogs & comments are always appreciated💕

Four months, twenty-two days, eleven hours.

  Not like Jack is keeping count or something, but those numbers? They are driving him nuts. 

  Four months, twenty two days and eleven hours without fucking you. Yes, he is using the ‘hush! He’s too young to learn this word!’ curse, because this kid… this fucking kid is interrupting him every single time he thinks he can get his hands on you.

  Somehow, you are always interrupted by the magical word of ‘Mama!’ Bouncing off the walls anytime he corners you against the wall, his hot mouth covering yours as he almost gets what he wants.

  But no. His own kid, the son he created with you, the very baby he would burn the entire world down for has to become a pain in his ass. Jack loves his son so much to the point you tease him about turning your little boy into a spoiled brat, but he just waves you off and keeps doing what he does.

  As much as he loves his son, his body and heart ache to hold you, whether it is cuddling, showering together, or enjoying a moment of peace on the couch with tea in his hands. 

  But his son has to be a total mama’s boy.

  He doesn’t fault the kid; you are magnificent, the most beautiful woman he has had the honor of meeting, the most perfect wife anyone could ask for, the mom of the year. He understands why this little boy is so enamored by you, but his patience has its limits.

  One time, he was so pent up after a rough shift that all he needed was to smother you with his weight and cling to you all day like a koala, but his precious son had a stomachache that needed to be taken care of.

  Another time you were wearing nothing but his shirt on, swaying to soft music while you cooked dinner for him after you put your son down on his night off, and it was the second most beautiful scene he had ever seen — the first being you on your wedding day — and you looked so soft and full of warmth that he wanted to do nothing but feel you thoroughly.

  But even then, his son woke up thirsty, and you had to jump off the counter when he had you with your legs wrapped around his hips and his tongue down your throat. And Jack to his delight watched as you kissed the baby’s hair and picked him up, walking over to Jack to grab a glass and fill it with water — He loved this sight, so pure and beautiful, but in that moment he wished he could have had all your attention even for a second.

  The last straw was when he arrived home after his rough night shift, checking on the little gremlin first before he pads into the room, finding you snuggling his pillow with the tightest tank top known to mankind and shorts that barely covered the curve of your ass.

  He had stripped himself off of his scrubs as soon as possible, kissing his way up from your ankle to your thighs and your shoulders, his heavy hands caressing your soft skin with anticipation. 

  You hummed and smiled sleepily, turning around in his arms to kiss him, but as soon as you wanted to do, you heard the soft whimpering ‘Mama?’ Coming from the doorway, making Jack groan and drop next to you on the bed, watching as his son shyly crawled his way between your arms, mumbling a soft ‘I felt lonely’ before he fell asleep.

  Jack has endured four damned months of having a hard on that he had to take care of with his own hand, but enough is enough. He will change that tonight.

  “I can’t believe you are ditching your shift on Ellis to take us out!” You laugh softly, putting on the red lipstick Jack so adores while he closes the door to your son’s room as he takes his afternoon nap before you leave for the restaurant Jack made reservations at.

  “Not ditching, sweetheart,” he walks into your shared bedroom to put his own clothes on, “Just letting my senior resident and the new attendee have their fun running the ER.”

  “Don’t be surprised when you go and find the floor on fire, babe,” you reply, putting on the new earrings you bought just for the occasion, not noticing the heavy look Jack is giving you.

  He is dying, he must be, because goddamn he can’t breathe as he watches you pull the fabric of your black dress up your thighs, giving him a nice view of your asscheeks hanging out from the thong you decided to wear for the occasion.

  He doesn’t reply, he can’t, because he is so busy gawking at you. Jack doesn’t even bother with dressing fully as he waltzes inside the bathroom you are getting ready in with his belt undone and the fly of his pants open, chest fully on display.

  He shuts the door behind him as quietly as possible to not wake the little demon up from his power nap, locking it as well just in case.

  You notice him through the mirror, giving him a confused smile as he stalks closer, his hands immediately on your hips. Jack rests his chin on your shoulder, pressing a kiss on your skin as he drags his eyes over your body, groaning while he takes you in.

  “What’s gotten into you?” You lean back into his chest, resting your hands on top of his as he wraps them around your waist, kissing you from your jaw to your collarbone.

  “I miss my wife,” his words come in a rush, and he turns you around in a blink of an eye, making you gasp as he grabs the back of your thighs, picking you up before he lowers you on the edge of the bathroom sink, “And I need her now.”

  You moan lowly, biting your lip when he attaches his lips to your neck, sucking and biting every inch he can get his lips on. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, legs spreading with a tap on the outside of your thigh so he can make room between them with ease.

  “That kid better be dreaming, cause I ain’t stopping if he wants to interrupt,” he whispers sucking on the thin skin of your lips as he pushes your dress up around your waist, growling at the sight of the thong you are wearing, “Fucking hell, sweetheart—“

  “Please, Jack,” you pout, wiggling to the edge while you press your heels into his butt to bring him closer, gasping when the cold metal of his belt rests against your heated thigh.

  “Don’t beg me,” he grins, pushing his pants down with his boxers until his cock is out, heavy and needy to be inside you before he reaches between your bodies, pushing the tiny cloth out of his way, “Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes…”

  You can feel your face heating up when he finds out just how wet you are, dripping for him as if you are just as pent up as he is. The realization hits him like a truck, making his pulse quicken and his cock throbbing in anticipation.

  “Jack, we don’t have too much time—“

  “Don’t remind me, I’m trying not to make any sound that might be loud enough to wake him up,” he puts his hands on your waist, his hazel eyes staring at your face when you reach down to stroke his cock a few times before lining up the thick head with your soaked entrance.

  “Shit— fuck-baby…” You mewl as he pushes inside, stretching you out and filling you to the brim, making home inside your warm walls with ease, “So so good.”

  “That damn kid,” he growls, pressing his lips to yours when you whine loudly as he starts thrusting into, dragging his cock in and out of you in a quick pace, “I didn’t have you for months, he better not wake up now.”

  “You’re jealous of your own kid?” You squeal when he angles his hips just the right way to hit your sweet spot, having your head dizzy and hazy as he fucks you faster and harder.

  “I’m jealous of anyone who spends more time with you than I can ever do—“ he knows he is not envious of his own kid, it would be ridiculous, but also he wants his wife all to himself for fifteen minutes at least, and he was not getting that for four fucking months.

  You cling to him, nails scratching his freckled skin, leaving red angry marks all over his back while he buries his face into your neck, nibbling on your pulse point as he fucks you harder into oblivion.

  “Please, please, pleaseplease—“ you stutter over your words when his finger comes down to rub your clit, making your legs shake around his hips as he moves harder, nearing his own orgasm.

  The white hot pleasure crashes into your veins, having both of you quiver in each other’s embrace as you gush around his length and he shoots his warm sticky cum deep into you.

  Jack quickly silences you with pressing his lips to yours, muffling your loud moan and his deep groan in an instant as he finally finally releases all the pent-up lust, his shoulders relaxing after months of torture.

  Just when he rests his forehead on yours and tries to catch his breath, his ears perk up at the sound of the soft, slow footsteps.

  “Mama?”

  “Fuckin’ hell—“ he tips his head back and you take this as your cue to lean down and kiss his throat, caressing his jaw before you urge him to pull out of you, “He is too punctual for his age.”

  “He just hates pervy men around his mama.” he glares at you playfully when you reply, pecking your lips before he tucks himself back into his pants quickly before your son comes into your bedroom, helping you hop down from the sink, “He’s all yours, Jack.”

  “With pleasure,” he winks at you, and in an instant, you know he is going to say something to keep you alone in the house for the rest of the night.

  “Hey, bud,” Jack says as he finds your son on the bed, clutching his little bear in his hands, his feet dangling from the edge of the mattress, “What are you up to?”

  “I had a nightmare,” the baby mumbles, looking at Jack with those big, wide eyes, making his heart clench in despair.

  “Oh, I’m so sorry, little guy. C’mere,” Jack picks his son up, sitting against the headboard as the little boy cuddles into his chest, sniffing a little before Jack starts rocking him slowly, “Do you wanna talk about it?”

  “No,” his son shakes his head, pressing himself tightly into his old man’s arms, “Will we go out now?”

  “Would you like to go out, buddy? We can always stay and order something,” Jack softly strokes the little boy’s head, kissing the crown of his head. “What do you say? Pizza night with mama and daddy?”

  “And SpongeBob!” Suddenly, the boy sits up, beaming with his little teeth at his dad, making Jack laugh and nod.

  “Yup, Pizza and SpongeBob!” They both turn around when you step outside the bathroom, makeup removed after hearing them change the plans, and the dress replaced with a pair of pajamas, “Look who’s here.”

  “Mama!” 

  “Yes, baby boy?” You crawl next to them, lying on the bed with your arms stretched out, and to your delight, Jack and your son both snuggle into you — somehow Jack manages to fit himself into the embrace, “Family night, yeah?”

  “Oh, definitely,” he grabs the back of your neck to pull you down, kissing you softly before he chuckles when your son makes a gagging noise, trying to separate you from Jack.

  “Ew!”

  “She was mine first,” Jack glares at the boy, and he glares back, both too interwoven into this playful banter to notice you looking at them with soft eyes.

  “No! She is my mama!”

[johanna-swann]

The thing is that the reasoning behind Eddie picking this fight doesn't even make sense at all.

First of all Eddie and Hen talk about Buck and how he almost obsessively worries about his friends which makes Eddie worry about Buck. So originally Eddie is concerned for his best friend because Buck is paying so much attention to other people.

In that same convo they also mention that Buck was trying to figure out how Eddie is handling his grief, so they have talked about Eddie's grief. Maybe Buck didn't go about it in the most sensitive way, but he genuinely wanted to know how Eddie is doing and asked a ton of questions.

But apparently Buck is still selfish because he didn't specifically ask: "Hey, what was it like for you getting that phone call?" As if that's a normal question to ask. As if you can just casually pepper that into a conversation. You can ask: "How are you holding up?" or "Are you okay?" and then you let the other person talk about whatever detail bugs them most. Which Buck did! They did have conversations about Eddie's grief.

And Eddie has been talking to everyone who will listen how he's "sorry I wasn't there" and "I feel guilty I wasn't there" and "maybe I could've done something". It's not like Eddie has been bottling these things up, he already expressed that feeling to Ravi and talked about it more with Hen and Karen.

Then they have a conversation where Buck reveals he knows about the job offer and is slightly miffed he didn't hear about it from Eddie himself, but still congratulates him and this just sets Eddie off in such a way he does a complete 180? Suddenly Buck is making everything about himself again and being selfish and doesn't care that Eddie is grieving too? If Eddie had got annoyed that Buck is still somewhat passive aggressive about the moving to El Paso thing - okay, kinda makes sense at least. But Eddie is the one who suddenly makes this about Bobby and his grief while completely ignoring that Buck basically just lost his surrogate dad. Eddie and Bobby were friends, good friends, but he was not Eddie's father figure. And he just keeps yelling and yelling and even gets physical with Buck.

As previously established - Buck did care about Eddie's grief. He did ask questions. Eddie is choosing to ignore that and verbally attack his best friend instead. And that's not even the end of it.

The next morning, not in the heat of the moment, but after Eddie had a whole night's sleep to cool off and after Buck has already apologised Eddie apparently still feels like he should mess with Buck's feelings further. Why? What kind of purpose does this action serve except hurt Buck? Eddie already confronted Buck, already said his piece, already got an apology. What the hell else does he want?

I wish the show would for once frame this behaviour in a way that clarifies Eddie isn't in the right. Because somehow these fights always end with Buck apologising and Eddie doing nothing, but they're besties again anyway. To me this signals that Eddie is right, Buck is childish and selfish, yelling at your friends is okay (you don't even need to apologise) and Buck deserves this treatment. I don't think this is what the show wants to say, but it's what comes across.

[witchslove]

Thin Walls

Pairing: Milf!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: You stay over at Wanda’s one night after babysitting the boys, only to find out that the walls of her house are very thin.

Warnings: 18+ nsfw content; bottom!wanda, top!reader, masturbation, fingering (w receiving), mentions of oral (w receiving), mommy kink, dirty talk

A/N: This came to me and I had to write it, it’s mainly smut with a little bit of plot. Enjoy my loves!

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It was late when Vision came by to pick up the boys and it was even later when Wanda got home from her work meeting.

Technically your shift babysitting the twins was over as soon as Vision left with them, but you waited up for Wanda, wanting to make sure she got home safely and didn’t need anything else.

And maybe, just maybe, you really wanted to see the redhead before you went home.

You’d had a crush on Wanda since you met her at a family party. She was one of your mom’s friends from college who she’d reconnected with later in life.

Wanda was absolutely stunning and you felt butterflies in your stomach the first time you shook her hand. Everything about the woman was attractive and you couldn’t help but want her. You knew it would never go anywhere, but you couldn’t stop yourself from having feelings for her.

So of course, when your mom suggested you start babysitting her boys, you couldn’t say no.

Wanda thought it was a great idea and her eagerness to have you help her out made your heart flutter.

Now, here you were, curled up on her couch with a movie on while you waited for her to come home, knowing that you could’ve left the second the twins’ father had picked them up.

You heard the lock on the front door over the dull sounds of the movie you put on and when Wanda walked in, she was surprised to see you.

“Oh, hi Y/N! Are the boys still here?” She asked, looking around as she set down her things and took off her coat.

“No ma’am, Vision picked them up about twenty minutes ago,” you responded, feeling nervous as she looked over at you. “I- um, just wanted to make sure you made it home safe. I’ll be leaving now.”

“We’ve been over this, call me Wanda,” she corrected with a smile. “And that’s sweet of you, but it’s pretty late for you to be heading out. Why don’t you just sleep in the guest room for tonight?”

Your heart jumped in your chest at the thought of spending the night. “Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to impose,” you managed, rubbing the back of your neck anxiously.

“Of course! You’re not imposing, I’m offering. The guest room is already made up, you just make yourself right at home,” Wanda replied, heading down the hall.

“Okay, thank you Wanda,” you responded, making your way to the guest room to get situated for the night.

While you were putting your things in the guest room and setting up your phone charger, Wanda came in with some of her clothes for you to wear to bed, a shirt that smelled like her and a pair of sweats. She also gave you a spare toothbrush and let you know that you could use the toothpaste in the front bathroom. You thanked her again and she said it was no problem, smiling sweetly at you before saying goodnight.

By the time you finished getting ready for bed, you were beyond tired. It had been a long day taking care of the boys and doing schoolwork and your body was begging you for sleep.

As you laid in bed, ready for sleep to take over, you heard something strange. It was faint at first and you were almost able to ignore it, but then you heard it again.

By the third time, it was unmistakable.

You heard moaning - more specifically, Wanda moaning. You couldn’t believe your ears and you almost convinced yourself that you were making it up somehow.

But the longer it went on, the louder it got.

Wanda was touching herself with you in the house and you could hear it.

You felt a pang of arousal with every moan that came from Wanda’s room down the hall, feeling yourself grow wet at the sounds of her pleasuring herself.

When you heard her let out a breathy “fuck” you couldn’t stop yourself from sliding a hand down the front of your sweats - Wanda’s sweats.

You were already wet enough that it had seeped through your underwear. Just the sounds Wanda was making and the thought of what she was doing were enough to turn you on.

You pictured her in her bed, legs spread, touching herself as she moaned. You wondered if she was staying outside, making tight circles over her clit, or if she had two fingers stretching herself out, her palm nudging her bundle of nerves with every stroke.

You began rubbing yourself over your soaked underwear, getting off to her sounds and your imagination.

You were already close - it didn’t take much when you could hear the object of your desires touching herself in the other room. This was like a dream come true, you only wished you could be the one pleasuring her instead.

Her moans rose in pitch and you could tell she was close. You moved your fingers faster, wanting to cum with her.

She came with a long drawn-out moan, the sound bringing you over the edge with her. You wondered what she looked like when she came undone, back arched against the bed, face contorted in pleasure.

You stifled your own sounds as you came, not wanting her to know you were listening to her.

When the moment was over, the guilt hit you like a truck. You pulled your hand out of your pants and tried to ignore the sticky wetness between your thighs, your underwear clinging to you uncomfortably.

You had just touched yourself to the thought of Wanda with her in the other room. She probably had no idea you could hear her and you felt horrible for taking advantage of the opportunity.

With the heavy weight of the guilt of your actions, you tried to sleep, unsure if you’d be able to after what just happened.

The next morning, you’d barely rested, your mind racing all night with thoughts of Wanda until you eventually succumbed to sleep.

How could you look her in the eyes after what you’d done? After what you’d heard her doing?

You managed to get out of bed and use the bathroom before you trodded to the kitchen, still wearing Wanda’s clothes.

You were making yourself a cup of coffee when the redhead walked in, wearing only a silk nightgown that dipped low in the front and barely reached past her ass. You almost choked on your drink when you saw her, not expecting to see so much skin.

She looked divine, hair slightly messy from her sleep, face free of any makeup, curves on display in her skimpy nightgown. The task at hand of acting normal around her had just become significantly harder.

“Good morning Y/N,” she greeted, entering the kitchen. “How did you sleep?”

You cleared your throat before speaking. “I slept okay, thank you,” you managed to get out, still trying to calm yourself down. “What about you?”

“I slept great, I must’ve needed it after that work meeting,” she replied, making herself a cup of coffee as well.

“That’s good,” you said back, unsure of how to continue the conversation. You watched her as she moved around the kitchen and nearly whimpered out loud when she bent over to get creamer out of the fridge, her nightgown leaving little to the imagination.

You coughed to cover up the noise that almost escaped you and Wanda turned to you, coffee in hand.

“You know, Y/N, it’s not proper to listen in when a woman is having some alone time,” she started, a slight smirk on her face.

Your blood ran cold at her words and you tried to think of something to say back. “What?” you responded, your voice barely coming out.

“I know you heard me last night, detka,” she said, her eyes never leaving yours as you struggled to not look away.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you tried to cover up, heat rising to your cheeks as you spoke.

“Don’t lie to me honey, that won’t get you anywhere,” Wanda cooed.

You didn’t know how to respond, looking down at your lap awkwardly as she spoke again.

“I know you weren’t asleep yet,” she continued. “Did you like what you heard?”

You didn’t answer at first, dumbstruck. It felt like she was coming onto you but you couldn’t believe the older woman would reciprocate your feelings towards her.

You shook your head no, trying to save face.

“I don’t believe you sweetheart,” Wanda said, approaching you. “I think you did like it.” She stood beside you now, leaning in. “I bet you touched yourself to the thought of me when you heard me, am I right?”

You couldn’t help the sound that came out of you, something between a whimper and a groan.

“I’m going to take that as a yes,” she whispered, reaching out to tilt your chin towards her so you were looking at her again. “Such a needy little thing, hm? You couldn’t help yourself could you? Did hearing mommy make you wet?”

Your mouth fell open at the title she gave herself and you throbbed at her words, feeling hot under her gaze. This time, you didn’t lie.

You nodded, still having trouble forming words, and she bit her lip, smirking.

“Yeah?” She asked, stroking your cheek with her thumb. “You poor thing, I bet it was hard knowing what I was doing in the other room and not being able to see for yourself. What did you think about when you touched yourself?”

Her words were turning you on. “You,” you breathed out, arousal clouding your thoughts.

“Be more specific,” she demanded, still looking at you intently. “What did you imagine?”

You mustered up the courage to tell her the truth. “I imagined it was me making you feel good instead,” you mumbled, somehow managing to hold eye contact with her.

“Yeah? You imagined it was your hand on my pussy instead of my own?”

You moaned at that, nodding again. At this point you were panting. You felt humiliated admitting all of this to Wanda, but at the same time it made you incredibly wet.

“You wanna make mommy feel good, detka?” She asked, her own arousal increasing with every honest answer you gave her.

“Yes,” you whimpered. “Please.”

“Oh good girl, those manners will get you everywhere,” she said, smiling. You felt a gush of wetness at the praise, your pupils dilated and your breathing heavy.

She backed away from you until she was leaning against the counter. “Come here.”

You obeyed eagerly, feeling excited for what was to come. You couldn’t believe what was happening, still not entirely sure this wasn’t a vivid dream you were having in the night.

Wanda slipped her panties off and lifted her nightgown, showing you her glistening pussy. Your mouth watered at the sight and you felt your ego inflate at the fact that she was so wet for you.

She grabbed your hand and brought it to her dripping cunt, letting you feel the wetness you caused.

“Fuck,” you muttered, mesmerized by the feel of her soft folds under your fingertips.

“Go on baby, make me feel good,” she encouraged, wanting more from you than just the featherlight touches you were giving.

Your gaze was locked onto where your fingers grazed her pussy, unable to look away. You brought a finger up to her clit and began to rub circles into it, causing her to moan softly against you.

The sound snapped you out of your haze and you looked at her, wanting to see her while you brought her pleasure.

You picked up the pace, touching her with purpose now, wanting to see her cum for you. Her mouth fell open, eyebrows furrowed, gasps and moans falling from her lips as you pressed down harder.

Her clit throbbed under your fingers, her hole clenching around nothing as you stimulated her hardened bud.

“You’re so pretty like this,” you whispered, in awe of the sight before you. “Even prettier than I imagined.”

“Yeah? What else did you imagine?” She asked, wanting you to tell her all of your fantasies about her.

You slid a finger into her opening and she gasped, hips jerking forward. “This,” you said, sliding another finger in alongside the first, feeling her walls clench around you. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

Wanda moaned, moving against you as she tried to get more, your fingers fucking into her slowly. “Tell me more,” she panted out, practically riding your fingers. “What else do you want to do to me?”

“Fuck mommy, so many things,” you admitted, lost in the moment, her breath catching in her throat at you using her title. “I want to fuck you every way I can think of,” you started, almost losing your train of thought when you realized you could hear the wet sounds of her pussy as your fingers moved inside her.

“I want to taste you, I think about it all the time,” you said, fucking into her harder. “You sound so wet right now and all I can think about is having you in my mouth.”

She moaned at your words, her eyes closing in pleasure as you brought her closer to the edge. “Be a good girl and make me cum, and that can be arranged,” she managed, hips bucking against you. “Fuck, I’m close.”

You watched as one of her hands came down to rub at her own clit, your cunt throbbing at the sight of her touching herself for you. The sight of her masturbating was even better than you could have imagined the night before, when you were desperately trying to picture what she would look like with her hand between her thighs.

“I’m gonna cum,” Wanda cried out, her pussy spasming around your fingers, trapping them inside as she barreled towards her orgasm.

You leaned in to kiss her neck, making your way towards her ear. “Cum for me, mommy,” you said, your breath in her ear making her shiver as she reached her peak.

“Fuck!” Her body shook against you and she moaned loudly as she came undone, her walls tightening around your fingers and her wetness dripping down to your palm.

You continued to fuck her as she rode out the aftershocks and she continued her stimulation on her clit until it was too much. You slowed your pace, bringing her down as she opened her eyes. She looked at you tiredly, her body spent from the intense orgasm as you pulled out of her, your fingers wet.

You were too busy committing the sight to memory in case you never saw it again to notice the way she looked at you, love and adoration in her eyes.

After a few moments, her breathing evened out. “I knew you could hear me,” she began, catching your attention. “I wanted you to hear me.”

She bit her lip teasingly, waiting to see how you would react.

“You… you wanted me to hear?” you repeated her words back to her, your brain trying to process what she was telling you.

“Mhm,” she said, a lazy smile on her face. “I see the way you look at me, I’ve known you wanted me for a while now,” she explained. “I waited to see if you’d make a move on me, but you never did. So I took matters into my own hands… literally.”

She chuckled at her own joke and you joined her, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“I guess I wasn’t as discreet as I thought,” you mused, thinking back to all the times you thought Wanda had almost caught you staring.

“No baby, not at all,” she responded. “You look at me like you’re desperate for me.”

You blushed at that, groaning. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize-” you started, but she cut you off.

“Don’t apologize, detka. It’s cute. It makes me feel wanted, desired,” she spoke, her words becoming breathier. “It makes me so wet.”

You groaned, feeling arousal shoot through you at her words. “Fuck Wanda, you drive me crazy.”

“Keep fucking me like that and I’ll do more than drive you crazy,” she quipped, raising an eyebrow.

“Deal,” you replied, your heart beating a little faster at the thought of doing this again.

“What was it you said earlier?” She pulled you in closer until your bodies were flush, your faces centimeters apart. “Something about wanting to taste me?”

You grinned, understanding what she was getting at, before slowly dropping to your knees. It was going to be a long morning, you thought, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Country Club

bsf!Rafe x bsf!Reader

a/n: this was requested by my love @mariechristine00 🥰

summary: Rafe brings you to Barry’s for a “quick” drug run. Barry flirts, you stir the pot, and Rafe’s one sarcastic comment away from losing it. Chaos, jealousy, and one very annoyed country club boy.

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You know it’s a trap the second he walks in.

Rafe’s already got that look on his face—eyebrows raised, chewing on the inside of his cheek like he’s about to ask you for something real stupid.

“What?” you ask, not even looking up from your phone.

“Come with me real quick.”

You blink. “No.”

“C’mon, just real fast. You don’t even have to get outta the truck.”

Your eyes narrow. “Where?”

Rafe scratches the back of his neck. “…Barry’s.”

You drop your phone on the couch. “Oh, so a terrible idea. Got it.”

“You said you were bored!”

“I said I was bored, not suicidal.”

Rafe groans and throws his head back dramatically. “It’ll take ten minutes. I swear. Just—come for moral support.”

You snort. “You need moral support to buy drugs?”

“I need you to not make me go deal with Barry alone.”

You cross your arms. “Why?”

Rafe hesitates. “Because… he’s weird.”

You grin. “Fine. But if he offers me crack and a foot rub again, I’m blaming you.”

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The trailer is already in sight, and you’re barely out of the truck before Rafe mutters, “Just… don’t say anything. Don’t make eye contact. Don’t encourage him.”

“Rafe,” you say sweetly, “when have I ever done that?”

He stares at you.

You grin, teeth and chaos. “Okay, but today’s a new day.”

He groans.

Barry opens the door before Rafe can even knock, wearing an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt, pajama pants, and one sock. “Well, well, well. If it ain’t country club and his girlfriend.”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Rafe says instantly.

“Ouch,” you mutter, stepping past him. “Didn’t even hesitate.”

Barry winks. “You can do better, sweetheart. He’s all money and daddy issues.”

You snort. “You’re not wrong.”

“Hey!” Rafe looks betrayed. “You’re supposed to be on my side!”

“I go where the laughs are,” you say, gesturing vaguely at Barry.

Barry grins like the devil himself and leans back against the wall, eyeing you up and down like you’re on the menu. “I’m just sayin’, if you’re ever tired of private school temper tantrums, I got a lawn chair and a half a bottle of Fireball with your name on it.”

Rafe makes a strangled noise behind you.

You bat your lashes. “Do you also have a working toilet this time, or…?”

“Only for special guests.”

You can feel Rafe vibrating.

“Okay, let’s just—get the shit and go,” he mutters, already fishing cash out of his pocket.

Barry, of course, is in no rush.

He takes his sweet time wandering to the back room, hollering over his shoulder, “You want somethin’? I got edibles, oxy, and a Nintendo DS with Mario Kart.”

“I kinda want the DS,” you whisper.

Rafe shoots you a look. “I swear to God—”

Barry returns with a baggie and offers it directly to you, like Rafe isn’t even there. “Here you go, darlin’. Hand-delivered.”

Rafe steps between you so fast it’s like muscle memory. “Give it to me.”

Barry shrugs, smug. “Protective, huh?”

“She doesn’t need you being a creep,” Rafe snaps.

You lean around him, fully amused. “It’s okay, Rafe. He called me *darlin’. That’s southern gentleman behavior.”

Barry nods. “Exactly. I’m like a backwoods Romeo.”

Rafe is glaring so hard you’re mildly concerned his eyeballs might pop out.

“She’s not flirting back,” he mutters. “She’s just being annoying.”

You shrug. “I don’t know, Rafe. He does have a lawn chair.”

Barry perks up. “And I’ll let you pick the playlist. No country club shit.”

You giggle.

Rafe looks like he might combust. “We’re leaving.”

You wave over your shoulder. “Thanks for the offer, Barry. I’ll think about it.”

Barry calls after you, “You change your mind, you know where I’m at! And bring a bikini next time!”

Rafe slams the truck door so hard you flinch.

You’re silent for two seconds before you cackle.

“Country club,” you wheeze. “That’s so good—”

“Don’t,” Rafe says, jaw clenched, eyes locked on the road like he’s trying to summon God with sheer will.

You keep laughing.

“He was flirting with you,” Rafe says finally, voice tight.

“I know,” you grin.

“And you liked it.”

“Oh, I loved it,” you say, absolutely shameless.

Rafe looks like he’s going to have a stroke. “You’re a menace.”

“Correct.”

“You were flirting back.”

“Maybe.”

“Unbelievable.”

You lean back in your seat, smug as hell. “You’re fun when you’re jealous.”

He whips his head toward you. “I’m not jealous.”

“Rafe.”

He doesn’t respond.

You nudge him with your foot. “You totally are.”

“I just don’t like weird swamp guys looking at you like you’re on sale at Walmart.”

You grin. “You don’t think I’m hot enough to be on sale at Target?”

He groans. “Shut up.”

You keep poking. “You got all huffy. Were you gonna fight him?”

“If he touched you? Yeah.”

Your heart does a weird little skip. “You’re protective.”

He mutters something under his breath.

You smirk. “What was that?”

“Nothing.”

“Sounded like you said I was yours.”

“Didn’t.”

You lean in closer, tone all syrup and teasing. “Say it.”

“No.”

“Say it.”

“No.”

You pout. “Why not?”

“Because I don’t wanna say it in the middle of a drug deal gone wrong while you’re still giggling about Barry calling me country club.”

“That’s exactly when you should say it,” you argue.

He slams on the brakes in the middle of the road.

“Rafe—”

He turns to you, eyes sharp, voice low. “You’re mine.”

Your breath catches.

“Got it?” he says, like it’s not up for discussion.

You blink. “Say it again.”

“You’re mine.”

You bite your lip.

“Still think Barry’s funny?” he asks.

You pause. “Yeah, but like… you’re kinda hot when you’re mad, so I’m having a great time.”

He stares at you for a long beat.

Then he leans over and kisses you—fast and annoyed and really good.

When he pulls back, your head’s spinning.

“Still laughing?” he asks, smirking now.

You blink. “Not out loud.”

He shifts the truck back into gear.

But as he starts driving again, you mumble under your breath, just loud enough for him to hear—

“…country club.”

Rafe groans like he regrets everything.

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a/n: barry was out of pocket. rafe was unwell. you were unbothered. no one won. except you. because you got kissed and chaos. this was so fun to write i love their dynamic! thank you for the request lovieee 🥰

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you set the table even though you already know he's not coming.

your hands move on autopilot — laying out the cutlery, fixing the napkins, adjusting the plates that will go untouched. you don't need the silence or the lack of texts to know what tonight is. this isn't the first time he's left you hanging.

still, you pour the wine. still, you fix your hair. still, you light the candles like an idiot trying to romanticize her own abandonment.

the food goes cold. your thighs stick to the chair. the cheap red turns warm and bitter on your tongue as the minutes stretch out, each one wrapping tighter around your chest.

he’s not late. he’s just not coming.

you try to swallow the lump forming in your throat, but your phone stays still on the table, the screen black and quiet. you don’t even know why you still hope. it’s stupid, and you know it’s stupid, and yet here you are.

the knock on the door startles you so hard you almost drop your glass. you scramble up, breath catching in your chest. some desperate, naive part of you lights up. maybe he —

no. it’s chris.

you freeze in the doorway, blinking at him. he’s in a hoodie, holding something in his hand. he lifts a brow when he sees you in the dress, makeup done, table set like a pathetic little fantasy.

his voice is dry. “the fuck?”

you fold your arms over your chest. “what are you doing here?”

he steps inside without asking. “he left his shit at mine. figured he might want it.” his eyes flick around the room. “guess not.”

“he’s just… late,” you lie, though it comes out softer than you intend. you can’t even look at him when you say it.

chris scoffs under his breath. “sure.”

he glances at the candles. the pasta. the full glass across from yours. he doesn’t say anything for a beat, just walks over and picks up the wine bottle to check the label like he’s buying time.

then, without looking up: “you gonna keep pretending he gives a fuck?”

your stomach twists. “can you not?”

“no,” he snaps. “not when you do this shit. you make a whole fucking dinner, dress up like this, and for what? so he can flake again and you can pretend it’s your fault?”

“i didn’t ask for a lecture,” you say tightly.

he moves closer. you stiffen as his gaze settles on you, eyes scanning your face with something you can’t read. part frustration, part hunger.

“he doesn’t touch you anymore, does he?”

your breath catches.

“doesn’t call you first. doesn’t notice when you cry yourself to sleep. he just leaves you here like this.”

his hand lifts. fingers trace your jaw, your throat, the bare curve of your shoulder. slow. like he’s daring you to stop him.

“you don’t know what we’re like when we’re alone,” you try, but it’s breathy, weak, almost a whisper.

he steps closer. you can feel his body heat now. smell his cologne and the faint trace of smoke clinging to his clothes.

“you’re right,” he murmurs, thumb grazing your collarbone. “i don’t know what it’s like when you’re alone with him. but i know what you sound like when you’re alone and hurting.”

you swallow hard. your body leans before your brain catches up.

“you need someone who actually sees you,” he says softly. “someone who hears it when you say you’re fine but don’t mean it. someone who touches you like they fucking mean it.”

your knees almost buckle. you brace a hand against the table to keep yourself upright. he leans in, mouth brushing your ear.

“you ever been kissed like you matter?”

“chris—”

“you want to be wanted, right?”

he doesn’t give you time to answer. his hand slides down your back, gripping your waist and pulling you against him in one smooth movement. his mouth hovers just above yours, and his voice dips low, thick with something darker.

“you want someone to ruin this stupid little dinner for you, baby?”

you don’t even nod, you just melt, legs parting slightly as your breath shakes.

“say it.”

you hesitate. your eyes flick to his lips. “…yes.”

his grip tightens. “say it right.”

you blink. “what?”

his hand slides lower, fingers pressing into the small of your back. you feel the heat of his breath as he whispers it against your cheek, voice laced with a sharp edge that makes your stomach twist.

“say ‘yes, sir.’”

you don’t know why that does something to you, but it does. the command lingers in the air, thick and heavy and hot.

you say it before you even think.

“…yes, sir.”

his entire body shifts. his jaw clenches, breath sharp, like you just undid something in him.

“atta fucking girl.”

in one fluid motion, he lifts you onto the table. your dress rides up as he spreads your legs, standing between them. the wine sloshes in the glasses beside you, plates clattering over, but neither of you care.

his fingers hook into your panties and slide them down your thighs slow, deliberate, eyes locked on your face like he’s memorizing every second.

“you wet f’me already?”

your lips part, but all you can do is nod.

he grins, cocky and rough. “course you are. no one’s touched you in weeks.”

you gasp when his mouth finally meets your skin. hot, open kisses against the inside of your thigh, slow and hungry and reverent. he groans against you like he’s been dying for the taste. when his tongue finds your clit, you swear you see stars.

his hands grip your hips tight, keeping you in place as he devours you — messy, deep, with a practiced rhythm that makes your head fall back. every flick of his tongue is filthier than the last. he moans into you like he’s getting off on this, and maybe he is.

you whimper, thighs twitching.

“fuck—chris—”

“you like that, don’t you?” he pants, pulling back just enough to speak, lips shiny with your slick.

“yes—yes—”

“say that again.”

you tremble. “yes, sir—please—”

he growls, mouth crashing back down on you, tongue rolling relentless pressure until your body tenses, your thighs clamp around his head, and you come hard, legs shaking, mouth falling open in a silent scream as you spill across his tongue.

he doesn’t stop. not even a little.

he laps up every drop, hands stroking your thighs like you’re delicate now, fragile from how hard you came. when he finally rises, lips slick, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and grins down at you.

you look ruined.

he looks like he just fucking won.

“look at that,” he says, breathless. “you were never hungry for dinner.”

you’re panting, wrecked, eyes glassy. his hand cradles your face, thumb brushing your bottom lip.

“good girl,” he murmurs. “next time he flakes, you know where to come.”

you nod weaky, lips parted, heartbeat pounding through your whole body.

and you already know there will be a next time.

a/n: this was inspired by that one scene from don’t worry darling... I been thinking about that shit for a whileeee. also my legs fucking hurt so bad and i’m gonna saw them off thank you goodnight

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I would literally die for avengerz tower, fluffy Bob smut pls and ty. Like the team go out on a mission (not realising that reader/ Bob are together) and they have the whole tower to themselves!! Like anywhere they like to be together!! Maybe even the group couch!! Or the shared kitchen!! Or their games room!! The possibilities are endless 💞💞

A supposed 3-4 hours

Summary: Basically what the ask says lol I really liked it. Bob Reynolds x Fem!reader.

Warnings/content: Some smut! Very fluffy, very sweet. Some dom/sub undertones if you squint.

Word Count: 1.3k Little story. Support me on my Ko-fi so I can write more!

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"How long will you guys be gone?"

Yelena looked up at you as she picked up her bag off the ground next to the kitchen counter you were sat on.

"Uhh...Buck, what do you think?" Yelena said as Bucky walked into the room, and she threw her bag at him which he easily caught with his vibranium arm.

Buck thought for a moment. "3-4 hours give or take? We'll pick up Ava and Walker on the way back. Alexei...No idea when he'll be back up."

Your heart fluttered with hope at the idea they would be out for a big chunk of the day. You looked over at Bob, reading on the couch and gave him a slight smile. "Well, hopefully I don't disturb Bob's reading. But I doubt he'll even notice I'm the only one here, he's been stuck in that book for days" You joke, and nearly laugh as Bob sits up, clearly a little offended.

"Excuse me, I am not deaf and also I have not been 'stuck in my book for days'. It's been like...1." Bob says, sending a smile back as he defends himself.

"At least 2." Bucky says matter-oh-factly, heading towards the door with Yelena in tow. "Alright you two- we're out. Don't cause any trouble, don't burn the tower down."

You decide to sell it just a little harder as you call at them right as they enter the elevator. "You sure you don't need our help with this one?"

"We know the people involved, we got it. Enjoy the break." Bucky replies, and Yelena sends you a wink right as the doors close.

A beat. Silence. The elevator makes a soft humming sound as the others descend down to the bottom of the tower and you make brave the storm, choosing to look over at Bob.

He's so red. You waste no time, barreling towards him on the couch, tackling him in an instant as he yelps, tossing his book on the floor before it accidentally gets bent.

“Woah-Jesus.” Bob has barely enough time to get the words before you tackle him on the couch, forcing the book out of his hands and tossing it gently on the floor next to you. You pause on top of him, his face red and his body heating up beneath you.

He sucks in a breathe. “Uh-hi…sweetie.” Bob’s voice cracks a little and you give him a smile.

“Hi Bob.”

“Can I um…can I help you?”

“I think you can.”

You pull him up by the collar of his shirt, and he finally takes the hint, his body pressing up against yours as he cups your face and crashes his lips against yours desperately. You run your fingers through his hair- the length longer now but still somehow knotless and silky.

You let out a quiet moan, trying to repress it. The two of you are desperate for each other, kissing and grabbing at hair and whatever skin is available. It’s not like you two haven’t done anything lately. But the desperation around the excitement of being alone in the tower was great.

Just two nights ago, Bob had been fingering you through your 3rd orgasm of the evening, his other hand free for you to suck on his fingers in a desperate attempt to keep you quiet at 2am.

You bring yourself back to the present as you let Bob tilt your face up so he can slip his tongue in your mouth. It’s warm against yours and you let out a quiet moan at the action. You whine softly as he pulls away from you to look at your face.

“Why are you being quiet?” Bob asks plainly. Your heart flutters as you try to find an answer.

“Um,” You swallow, steadying your voice. “Force of habit I guess. We’re not properly alone often.”

Bob looks you up and down, his hands sliding up under our shirt and you shiver, sucking in a breathe and waiting. But he stops right before his hands can glaze over your nipples.

You go to speak, but stop yourself and Bob tries not to smile.

“Yes?” Bob asks, feigning innocence as you hold back a whine.

“Bob…” Your voice is barely above a whisper. His fingers just brush delicately over the hardened tips before pulling back again.

“I can’t hear you sweetheart. I want to hear you.” His voice is low but more audible than yours and words send heat right to you core.

“Robert.”

“Yes sweetie?”

“Please.”

He takes pity on you, his fingers finally pinching the sensitive flesh , pulling you towards him as you fall into little him ravish your mouth again. You kiss him back, breaking the kiss only for a moment to tear his shirt off and throw it carelessly behind you.

You continue to whine quietly, and Bob finally has enough, breaking the kiss and gently pushing a hand into your hair before closing his fingers and gripping it harshly, pulling your head to the side so he can kiss the spot right below your ear.

“What did I say?” His voice sends shivers absolutely everywhere as he whispers directly into your ear and you try not to squirm, the firmness not new but still surprising.

“I-I can’t help it-.” You stutter, and Bob grips your hair harder and you finally let out a moan, echoing into the empty tower.

“I want to hear you.” Bob says again, continuing to kiss down your neck. He pulls away, grabbing the bottom of your shirt and giving you a look that says he’s asking for permission. After a quick nod, your shirt is off and on the floor next to his.

“Fuck-“ You whine loudly as he grips your nipples again, the cool air hitting them and making you squirm in his lap.

“That’s my girl.”

Bob makes quick work to flip you over on the couch, the air rushing out of as you hit the soft surface with surprising strength and force, his arms staying at your sides. You try to calm your beating heart, but the way he’s looking at you- like he wants to eat you- it’s too much.

“Pants. Now.” You demand, and Bob laughs, his hands reaching for your waistband, undoing the buttons slowly.

But it’s not him undoing the buttons on your jeans that makes you freeze. It’s what you hear that makes both of you freeze.

“Dude, we all hang OUT ON THAT COUCH!” You immediately recognise Bucky’s voice.

You look past Bob’s shoulder, seeing Bucky, Yelena, Walker and Ava. Ava has her hands over her eyes, and your face heats up so much you think you might actually combust.

“OFF!” You yell, pushing Bob a little too harshly off of you, but he’s already on it, tumbling onto the floor and throwing you your shirt as he scrambles for his as well.

“Oh this is so funny.” Yelena says, the biggest smile on her face. “Wait till I tell Alexei.”

“Fuck…” Walker says, reaching into his back pocket, pulling out a wallet and a $10 note, dropping it into Ava’s open hand, the other still over her eyes.

“I-what are you guys even doing here!?” You shirt is on, and you try to desperately smooth out your hair as well but it’s really no use.  

“Turns out they were already on their way back, and we don’t have to go anymore.” Yelena shrugs.

You look at Bob, standing there with his shirt too big hanging off of his body, scrunching his arms around his body to keep himself from being perceived. You reach out and grab his hand and he relaxes slightly.

“They were gonna find out eventually.” You try to comfort him, and he gives a smile back.

“Wish it wasn’t like tha-.” Bob starts but is cut off by the elevator dinging and a loud voice with a Russian accent cutting him off.

“I FUCKING KNEW IT!”

[yunazxxx]

acrimony — sophia laforteza

in which you received just the right amount attention at the wrong time and with the wrong person. — (wc) 3.6k

fighting, cursing, cheating, toxic!sophia, physical violence at times, crying, r slaps soph twice, angsty smut, established relationship (on and off girlfriends), sub!sophia, etc? — now playing sorrows by bryson tiller

—

you threw the vase at the wall near the window, missing the bitch who you were actually aiming to hit. — so close but also so mother fucking far. your partner rushed to escort her out of the house, but you were faster.

you were right behind her when she closed the door, “why did i ever get involved with your ass” — you said between choked up sobs and a burning ball of fire, your blood was boiling and your eyes was twitching.

“you crawled your way into my world, so don’t fucki-“ a harsh slapped landed across her face, “i could claw my way into much better than your world. you don’t even fucking deserve me.” you said.

you turned around, grabbing your stuff. “we’re through.” and you left the house. she called out for you, begging you to come back but you weren’t. — all her calls went to voicemail, you were never answering her again.

but something about that made you feel guilty, like you did something horrible. then the day came when you got a call from someone, her friend, one of her friends, whom you couldn’t just ignore the call for.

you picked up the phone, “hello?”, you could hear the echo of your voice in the background. “hey, y/n?” — you shook your head, getting a feeling of the bullshit you were getting yourself into.

“what do you want, manon?” you sighed, manon giggled on the other end. “just come outside”, and like a dumbass you did.

you walked out to your front door, seeing the swiss woman sitting there with sophia in the passenger seat, holding a sign that said “take me back, baby, i didn’t mean it.”

she had been apologizing for weeks now, trying to get back together for so long that now you just gave in. — here you were again, yanking sophia by her collar while screaming in her face. “do you know what this does to me?”

you were tired of always arguing with her, every day was the same thing, “i’m going to a friend’s” you said, seeing sophia glued to her phone again. “which friend’s?” she asked, and you sighed, “it’s not like you care, but daniela’s” — “i hate her, no.”

you made a face, looking at sophia funny. “i don’t care though, i need to get away from you.” you admitted, and sophia scoffed, “you always run away when we argue instead of just saying anything back.”

you just rolled your eyes, grabbing your keys and walking outside. the filipina followed behind you, “stop, god you’re not fucking going.”

you looked at her through your car window, “yes, i am” and you drove off, leaving sophia at the house. she stood there contemplating if she should follow behind you, or stay home.

she decided to follow you, speeding to daniela’s place. the drive over there was a lot for you, you were so emotionally exhausted and off balanced that you sobbed your eyes out while making your way there.

daniela had seen your car pull up and immediately noticed your distress. as soon as she saw you crying, she quickly walked over and opened the car door, concern etched on her face.

"hey… what happened? what’s wrong?" she asked softly, gently placing a hand on your shoulder. — “we had another fight” you choked out. you began to explain everything that happened on your way there.

daniela listened intently, her expression growing sympathetic at your words. she wrapped her arms around you, holding you close in a comforting hug "oh babe…." she gently stroked your hair, trying to soothe you — "it’s okay… you're here with me now."

“i know dani, it’s just…” you put your head against her chest, feeling the warmth of daniela’s embrace and the tension from your body began to slowly disappear.

daniela held you in her arms, gently rocking you back and forth. her hands rubbed soothing circles on your back as she continued to speak softly.

"shhh…. it's alright, take your time.” — she pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, her lips lingering there as she tried to provide you with all the comfort and support you needed.

“i think i’m okay now, thank you dani” you softly said, breaking apart the hug slightly. once you two broke apart, sophia pulled into daniela’s drive way. the anger was plastered all over her face.

daniela told you to stay on the porch, offering to talk to sophia for you, which she went to do. the latina tapped the window, signaling sophia to roll it down.

she sighed as she did, “what do you want?” she asked, with an attitude. “step out of the car, we need to talk.”

sophia reluctantly stepped out the car, slamming her door, startling daniela, “stop slamming the damn door.” — “hurry and get to what you’re trying to say”

“you need two need to talk out whatever situation you guys have going on. she loves you soph” daniela said, and sophia rolled her eyes, “she loves me yet every second of every day she’s bitching about something new!”

you watched as sophia blatantly lied in front of daniela, going down there to correct her. “i don’t bitch everyday, sophia laforteza, i literally only say something every now and then and it’s always the same shit!” you shouted.

“good fucking riddance, you complain about every little thing i do. and you wonder why i never spend time with you, huh?” sophia said, it felt like it stabbed you in the heart.

“you bitch” you said, slapping sophia across the face. “i only complain because you act like i can’t get three minutes of your fucking attention, that’s why i always run here, because daniela gives me what you don’t! you’re so fucking unloyal too.”

sophia’s face twisted into a mixture of shock and anger as you slapped her across the cheek. — “did you just... you just fucking slapped me?" she raised a hand to her face, rubbing the spot where you had struck her.

“and you're fucking accusing me of being unloyal? aren’t you the one who runs off to daniela every time we have an argument?”

“fuck this, i’m not doing this here” you said, walking towards your car, “oh yeah just be a little bitch and run away like you always do! you’re good for nothing.” sophia said and you just started your car — “we’re done laforteza.”

“yeah right, you’ll be running back in less than a week.” and you drove off, never turning back around. — soon that week turned into a month, then into four months.

sophia was sitting in the house, drowning in her loneliness. she missed you, each time she made a call to you, it’d be ignored, blocked out or sent straight to voicemail.

then the night came, when she got a knock at her door. it was cold outside when you finally rang the doorbell.

honestly, it took her a few seconds to gather herself and answer the door. her heart was pounding as she opened it, her mind began racing with emotions.

as soon as sophia saw you standing there, a million thoughts ran through her mind – surprise, confusion, and a glimmer of hope.

“against my better judgment, i’m just here for my clothes nothing else, you can keep my other shit.” you say, not bothering to attempt to rekindle anything between the two of you.

her heart felt heavy as you spoke those words. the tone of your voice was cold and distant, and it stung more than sophia ever expected.

she then stepped back, gesturing for you to come inside. "yeah, your clothes are in my room. you can go up there and get them." — she spoke numbly, trying to keep her emotions in check.

“yea, thanks.” you walked past her, your cold demeanor changing the energy in the house. you walked upstairs, getting all of your stuff then walking back down stairs 30 minutes later.

as she waited downstairs, the sound of your footsteps coming down the stairs was the only break in the silence. she stood there, watching you, unsure of what to say or how to feel. — "you got everything, then?"

her voice was soft, kind of.. hesitant. a part of her didn't want you to leave, but another part knew it was for the best.

“i’m probably missing some stuff but i don’t want to spend another second in your space to, you know, not seem “clingy and possessive”” — you do air quotes again, the bitterness ringing through your words.

she flinched at your words, the sarcasm in your voice digging into her like a knife. she knew she deserved it, but it still hurt.

sophia took a deep breath, running a hand through her hair. — "you don't have to say it like that." she said weakly, still trying to keep her emotions in check.

“but i was like that, well, if we ask you, of course.”

sophia bit back a retort, knowing deep down that you weren't entirely wrong. she had dismissed your feelings and needs, making you feel like you were too much. but now, looking at you standing there, with that frosty expression on your face, made her realize how much she took you for granted.

"i know... i know i made you feel that way. i just... i didn't know how to handle it.” she admitted. “you also argued with me each time i brought it up, but it’s whatever. this though?” you pointed between the two of you, “is done and dead.”

her heart sank further as you spoke. the finality in your words hit sophia like a truck, and she felt a sense of desperation welling up within her.

but she had no one to blame but herself. she had been dismissive and harsh, and now she had lost something precious in the process.

she took a step forward, closing the distance between you both slightly. — "do you really mean that? is there no way to work through this?"

you stepped back a few steps — “you showed your true colors that day, soph. you thought you had serious power over me but you didn’t.”

sophia watched as you stepped away, the space between you two growing wider. the mention of her power over you stung, the truth of it hitting her like a ton of bricks.

“maybe i did. maybe i got too used to having you cling to me, to needing me. i took it for granted, and i messed up." — her voice trembled, the weight of her mistakes heavy on her shoulders.

“well, now you can do that to someone else. i don’t want you back, sophia. not right now at least.” — you admitted, with zero intention of ever getting back with her. she played you after all, you didn’t want to deal with that again.

she clenched her fists, feeling a mix of frustration and pain. she knew she had messed up, and the fact that you didn't want her back hurt more than anything.

but she knew she had no choice but to accept it. — she then nodded weakly, unable to find the words to express the turmoil within herself.

"i.. i understand. i’m sorry for everything. i really am." — you put your bags down, walking closer to sophia, and pulling her into one last kiss. this was a sweet, long and warm kiss.

her eyes widened in surprise as you kissed her, the warmth and sweetness taking her off guard. she immediately melted into the kiss, feeling the mix of emotions swirl through her body.

she returned the kiss, her arms gently wrapping around you, desperately clinging onto this moment of tenderness. your hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to your body.

she deepened the kiss, her heart racing as the emotions flooded through me. despite everything that had happened, being in your arms again felt like home. she held onto you tightly, not wanting to let go.

you broke the kiss, your forehead resting against hers, and your hands staying around her waist. she let out a shaky sigh, a wave of emotions taking over her, pain, guilt and the amount of love for you she’s felt this whole time.

you kissed her forehead, then the space between you two went back to how it was. the gesture was endearing, but sophia knew was about to happen. — “goodbye, now..” she sighed out, not wanting you to leave, but biting her tongue from begging you to stay.

“i’m not leaving yet” you said, turning around and going back upstairs, “i forgot these” you said returning back down with the drawings you had for sophia.

“what are you going to do with those?” sophia asked, swallowing the lump in her throat, “oh i’m just going to burn them, so your new girlfriend doesn’t end up in my shoes” — guess you still resented her.

“what?” she asked, she was taken aback. she didn’t think you thought she had a new girl already, but here you two were. “(y/n), i don’t have a girlfriend..” she admitted — “that’s funny” you said, folding the papers, putting them in your bag.

“i’m serious, i don’t have anyone. the one person i wanted, i lost because i was stupid as fuck.” she said, no longer trying to hide the fact she wanted you back. she needed you more than her pride would ever allow her to admit.

you shook your head, “soph, we aren’t doing this again..” you said, and she walked up to you, “no, please. i love you, (y/n), i want you, just you” she said, her eyes darting between both of yours in desperation.

she pulled you into another kiss, this time she was holding your face, she wanted you to know how much she loved you, without the situation and issues, and here you two were, standing in the living room sharing yet another kiss.

this time the kiss didn’t break off so easily, you began to push sophia against the wall between you too, and you deepened the kiss. you kissed along her neck, making sophia moan.

“its been a long time”, you chuckled against her milky skin, making her twitch slightly. “i fucking hate how you make me feel” you admitted, and moved sophia with you to the couch, putting her under you and continued making out with her.

you straddled sophia’s waist as you did so, leaning back down and took sophia’s soft lips into another kiss, biting at her bottom lip while grinding against her.

you locked her wrists together with one hand — a small moan caught in sophia’s throat from the kiss. her body felt on fire already from your touch, her core heating up as you grinded against her.

she struggled against her restraints, her wrists still firmly held in your grip. “please... i need to touch you..." — she whispered between kisses, her body desperate for more friction, more you.

you laughed into the kiss, “you can wait” you said, beginning to kiss her neck again, leaving a mark there while your hips sped up.

sophia let out a soft moan as you kissed her neck, her body trembling from the mix of pleasure and frustration. the sensation of your hips grinding against her sent waves of desire through her body, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

"you’re so... so teasing.." — the filipina gasped out, her body involuntarily arching up towards you, wanting to get closer.

“and yet you haven’t stopped me,” you teased, letting go of her wrists. — the moment her wrists were free, her arms immediately went wrapped around your neck, pulling you down so your body was again flush against hers. she could feel your chest against hers, her body still craving that sweet friction.

"i... i could never stop you." — she whispered softly, her mind going fuzzy as she gave into your touch. “now, that's obvious baby.” you said, your hips grinding deeper against the fabric of the pants.

sophia let out a sharp gasp, her body arching into your movement as the fabric between you both felt like a damn tease. her hands gripped onto your shoulders, her mind consumed with need of you and you alone.

"you drive me crazy..." — she murmured, her voice breathy and filled with desire. “i’m glad” you whispered as you pull her into another kiss, your hand going between you two and sliding into her pants.

sophia gasped into the kiss, her body immediately responding to your touch, her wetness growing more and more. she broke the kiss apart, leaning her head back and letting out a low moan.

“how do you make me want you so much.." she whispered, the friction and pleasure you provided taking her breath away.

“i just have that affect” you laughed out, only speeding up your hand to match your hips, then inserting your fingers inside of sophia.

sophia clutched at your neck, her back arching as you continued to drive her insane. her mind was clouded with pleasure, her body trembling with need. she let out a soft moan, her mouth next to your ear.

"i just... need more..." — she said in a voice dripping with desire, and need, even lust was very evident. “so needy, aren’t you?”

sophia then nodded frantically, a shiver going up her spine from your words. she looked up at you, her eyes locking with yours, her body trembling under you.

“yes... please... i need it. give me more..." — she whispered, her voice needy and raw.

you pushed them as deep as they could go inside of her, retracting your hips and allowing all of your arm power to go into pushing her to her orgasm.

sophia could hardly contain her moans, biting onto your shoulder to muffle her desperate sounds. her body trembling as she climbed closer and closer to her climax, her body desperately craving her release.

"oh god... don't... stop.." she moaned out, barely able to form a coherent sentence. “louder for me, come on, you can do better than that.” you said, voice low and sultry, against her neck, nipping and kissing at it.

sophia bit down on her lip to stop another moan from escaping, her mind desperately clinging onto the edge of her climax but refusing to let her go.

“no...no... i..-" she protested weakly, unable to find the words to form a sentence. — “oh well, guess this won’t happen” you pulled your fingers out and just rested them on the band of her pants.

sophia whimpered as you pulled your fingers out, her body immediately missing the pleasure it was just receiving. she shifted uneasily, your fingers teasingly lingering on the waistband of her pants.

"please... don’t stop..." she whispered again, her voice desperate and needy. she needed your touch, she had been craving it for so long.

you pretended to think for a while, “i think i’ll make you wait..” you teased her. — sophia let out a frustrated huff as you held off from pleasuring her further. she was getting incredibly desperate, every cell in her body craving your touch, your attention.

she looked up at you, her eyes filled with a mix of need and defiance.. “you’re... such a tease.." — hearing those words made you tug at her pants, pulling them off of her in one go.

you plunged your fingers back inside of her, sophia let out a gasp, her body instantly responding to your touch once again, her hips bucking up in need, her body trembling with desire. she let out a low moan, her voice thick and ragged with need.

"fuck, you’re driving me crazy... i need to.. i need to-" she gasped, struggling to form a complete statement as the pleasure consumed her body.

“need to what, hm?” you said as you sped up, going faster than you were just a few minutes ago.

sophia’s breathing became ragged as you increased the pace, the sensations building up once more. she could hardly concentrate on anything but the way you were making her feel. she tried to form a sentence, but her words were lost in a mix of gasps and moans.

“need... to... finish..." she managed to gasp out, her body trembling with tension. — you brought your face down to her thighs, your tongue resting against her clit before kissing and sucking on it softly, eating her out.

sophia nearly cried out from pleasure, her body overwhelmed with sensation. she could hardly control herself anymore, her body shaking uncontrollably as she teetered on the edge of release. her hands gripped tightly at the couch beneath her, desperately trying to hold on.

"please, i’m so close.. just a little more.." she whimpered, her voice broken with need. — you sped up, causing her to be pushed over the edge and cum right there.

you slowed down your fingers, giggling at her while she panted, trying to regain her composure but her heart was beating so fast. — you gently pulled your fingers out, licking her cum off of them. then you began to fix her clothes back on her.

sophia let out a soft whimper as you remove your fingers and fix her clothes, her body still buzzing from the overwhelming pleasure.

she slowly sat up, her body slightly shaking as she tried to compose herself. she looked up at you with a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction in her eyes, her cheeks flushed.

“you really drive me crazy, you know?” she whispered, her voice low, hoarse and sounding tired. “i know i do” you giggled, “but you should rest now” you said, and sophia nodded.

you took her upstairs, laid her down in her bed, you got in the bed behind her and cuddled her. you pulled her head closer to your chest, and whispered a soft “i love you” while she slowly dozed off, kissing her on the forehead.

—

prev katz works

[theyluvivi]

THAT BRA.

Chris knows all your bras, all your panties. The giant collection you have always expanding even with the amount you already have.

He doesn't mind, though. He loves getting the texts of excitement from you whenever a package comes, the pictures of you trying them on, yeah, he's all for it.

Sometimes he'll even buy them for you, even if you don't ask just because he knows you'll like it.

Bows and lace? Easy way into your heart.

He's chilling in your shared bedroom, hair all messy, wearing your hoodie because he misses you, scrolling on his phone, while he waits for you to get home from work.

He can smell you as soon as the door unlocks, sitting up immediately when he hears your heels getting closer and closer to your bedroom door.

"Hi, Chrissy." You smile at him, pretty marron lipstick painting your lips, "Work good?"

"Uh-huh! The girl I had a shift with bought me matcha!" You say, beginning to do your usual routine of putting on your pajamas after work.

You were going on about eventful your day was, and he was listening, he promised, but as soon as you took your shirt off, his eyes were glued to your chest.

That bra.

One that he's never seen before. Decorated with flannel and a bow. He eyes rack over it again, and again, your words becoming static. He almost whines when you pull out the matching sleep-shirt. If he wasn't listening, he sure isn't hell now.

His mind does pick up on a few words while in trance, though. Something, something, "I have the bottoms too!"

Oh, so you're not wearing them just to tease him?

"Chris!" He blinked, and now you're suddenly in front of him. "Are you even listening to me?"

He's red, but he gets even more red. Response coming out stammered. "Y-yes...?"

"Name one thing I mentioned in the minutes I was talking to you."

"U-uh.."

That's when your eyes trail over him, trailing over his body, taking in his disheveled flushed face, messy hair, and a pathetic boner he didn't even he popped.

You smirk, leaning down, "Do you like my pajamas, Chris?" Fuck. He's been caught.

"I....they'repretty." He mumbles, avoiding eye contact. You use this as an excuse to straddle him, turn his head back to yours. "Yeah? What's your favorite part, sweetheart?"

He whines, immediately blurting out: "B-bra— bra.. I-I—" You giggle, "You're so easy, Chris." You tease, hands coming up to undo your sleep shirt. "All hard just because of a bra?"

His teeth tug on his bottom lip, squirming beneath you. "M...msorry." You stroke his cheek, "Awww, don't apologize, sweet boy."

He leans into the touch, sinking into even, "You just need mommy's help, huh?" Your hands slip under his pants and into his boxers, "Yeah?"

He nods, a soft gasp leaving his lips as you begin to stroke him. He attempts, key word attempts, to grab your hips before you swatt his hands away. "You're not allowed to touch me."

"W-hat..? Why?"

"Just take it, Chris." He whines but quickly gives in you tease his tip, hips bucking into your hand. "P-please— o-ohfuuuck—"

"Hmmm?" You purr, "N-need— neeeed to touch you, mama—" You stroke him faster, ignoring all the pleas that slip from his lips. "Please—please don-don't do this—"

"Do what?' You tease, tilting your head to side. "Ineedtotouchyou!" He slurs, eyes basically rolled into the back of his head. "But you're not allowed to."

He whimpers, trying his best to be coherent. "I— need to touch you—" You giggle, nodding to in between you, "But you are touching me."

Chris mewls, tears threatening to escape those pretty eyes. "Please— please— does‐ doesn't— feel with- without—" You interrupt him, sparring him the embarrassment of his words.

"You can touch me." And his nails immediately dig into your hips, trying to tug you closer, "Thankyouthankyou—" He moans, "I— m' so close, mama— c-can— can I?"

"Can you what?" He whines, "I need to cum— pl-please let me— shi—shit—!" His hips thrust up uncontrollably into your hand, "C-cumming! F-fuuuck—!" He cries out, hot, sticky, creamy cum painting your hand and going all over your bra.

He pants, head thrown back into the pillows. Your lips form in a pout, glancing down at your cum-covered bra. "Now she's all dirty."

a/n: written while listening to... chris backshots, please?

tags 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚: @inspiredangel @domizmez @drewswife @strnilolover @sirensdollesque @courta13 @pinkmattrr @mattslilies @sturns-mermaid @bluetalia @pair-of-pantaloons @y2kstarr @cherryswifeyy @sweeethrt @moond0llie @ambi-squirrelly @wastelandzella @applecidersturniolo @riasturns @iloveduckssm @oopsiedaisydeer @sturnsflirt @cayleeuhithinknott

[sargeteen]

𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 ! ᵐᵛ¹

i just wanna see you win ｡𖦹°‧

𝒎ax verstappen x 𝒅rag racer!male reader synopsis: max verstappen wasn't gay...at least that's what the internet believed. he believed he was being obvious that y/n was his, but then other people started to flirt with HIS boyfriend.

genre: smau, humor warnings: y!paul walker/hayden christensen as a fc, suggestive comments, plot was lost????

requested? nope author's note: requests are coming trust!! also, requests will be closed for the time being. i'm currently in the last stretch for high school, so i'll probably open them up during the summer!!

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blondcars omfg im so goofy you can't take me anywhere

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usertwentytwo yet i still would

usertwentythree yall are too freaky in these comments...digital footprint and all that...

oscarpiastri the goofiest ⤷ blondcars you know it goat

usertwentyfour omg!! he is so goofy!! so crazy!!

maxverstappen1 contain your goofiness. ⤷ blondcars let me be myself, max ⤷ maxverstappen1 you can be yourself, just contain your goofiness around me, you're too goofy. ⤷ blondcars you da goat max, but imma keep being goofy

charles_leclerc neva let a man dull your sparkle 💁‍♀️💁‍♀️ ⤷ blondcars you know what, hell yeah! thank you charles ⤷ charles_leclerc happy to be of service, king 💁‍♀️

usertwentyfive when you pulling up to a formula 1 race, king? ⤷ blondcars when i want to ⤷ usertwentyfive yeah...you know what yeah

usertwentysix GOD I LOVE YOU

usertwentyseven even when he's being goofy he's hot

usertwentyeight please reject me so i can move on

lando you got a bunch of whores in your comments, mate ⤷ blondcars thats one thing we got in common ⤷ lando don't call my fans whores ⤷ blondcars you just called mine whores??????? ⤷ lando mate most of these comments are bots ⤷ blondcars yet they're commenting on my account, therefore fans

usertwentynine pùś$ÿ in bïò 😍😍😍😍 ⤷ blondcars ok ⤷ maxverstappen1 ???? ⤷ blondcars max look away im taking care of business

userthirty HASHTAG HARD SMASH

danielricciardo cant take you anywhere but you can take me somewhere ⤷ blondcars on god? ⤷ danielricciardo on god

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maxverstappen1 off limits.

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userthirtyone WHAT THE FUCK

userthirtytwo HUHHHHHH???????????

danielricciardo im sorry what ⤷ maxverstappen1 who has bde now ⤷ danielricciardo ?????/

blondcars oh max emilian verstappen... ⤷ maxverstappen1 hi y/n :) ⤷ blondcars you jealous little shit

userthirtythree HELLO????? WHATS GOING ON WHAT IS THIS REAL

userthirtytwo GUYS WHATS GOING ON ARE THEY GAY ⤷ maxverstappen1 blondcars ? ⤷ blondcars oh yeah we're super gay

lando ykw yeah i knew that ⤷ maxverstappen1 because i told you ⤷ lando yet i still knew

userthirtythree im crying what i knew they were together ⤷ userthirtyfour do you want a medal or something

oscarpiastri my eyes still need bleach btw ⤷ blondcars your fault for barging into max's drivers room ⤷ oscarpiastri LOCK THE DOOR MAYBE??? ⤷ maxverstappen1 nah everyone at red bull knew not to walk in ⤷ oscarpiastri YALL ARE GROSS ASF

logansargeant papa y papa ⤷ maxverstappen1 blondcars since when did we have a kid ⤷ blondcars since always. logan is my child. ⤷ maxverstappen1 ok...logan can you take jimmy and sassy for the night? y/n and i have a date night and i don't want them to be by themselves. ⤷ logansargeant SIR, YES SIR!

userthirtyfive holy moly...hottest couple ever

userthirtysix always knew y/n swung for the same team ⤷ blondcars wtf...💔 but like yah 💁‍♀️💁‍♀️💁‍♀️💁‍♀️💁‍♀️

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blondcars blah blah blah...proper name, place name, backstory stuff

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maxverstappen1 i love you, y/n ⤷ blondcars love you more geek

userthirtyseven this isn't your max fan account y/n ⤷ blondcars OH FUCK

userthirtyeight oh fuck man...yeah smash

lando jesus max hard launches you and suddenly you're all that's on my feed please get a job y/n ⤷ blondcars i'll get a job when you win the drivers championship ⤷ charles_leclerc so, never? ⤷ lando you're one to talk, charles ⤷ blondcars hey leave my charles alone. ⤷ maxverstappen1 your charles?

userthirtynine ok so theyre both sluts ⤷ blondcars um well um well, yes!

userfourty ok so theyre boyfriends thats awesome i love you guys so much

userfourtyone still can't believe max verstappen is gay ⤷ blondcars i know right?

danielricciardo do you guys need a third? ⤷ blondcars maxverstappen1 ??? ⤷ maxverstappen1 charles asked first, then you get second ⤷ jackdoohan turns out max and y/n are the paddock sluts ⤷ blondcars TF YOU DOIN HERE????????

oscarpiastri yall cute or whatever ⤷ blondcars thank you or whatever

logansargeant papa y papa ⤷ blondcars is that all you're going to comment ⤷ logansargeant well, yes!

userfourtytwo need y/n in the red bull garage next race ⤷ blondcars redbullracing 🙇🙇????????? ⤷ redbullracing 💁‍♀️💁‍♀️🔥🔥🔥🔥!!!!!!!!!!!!

userfourtythree formula 1 should do what formula e did and have outside people drive their cars ⤷ blondcars actually just let me drive my cars on the track. i feel like i'd wreck the f1 car and i don't want red bull or me to pay for that...

userfourtyfour yall sluts

a/n: this was fun to write

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