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[thelazyhermits]

After learning about some posts where people categorize the TWST boys' feelings for their Yuus, I decided I wanna do something like that, although I won't make an actual chart cause I'm too lazy lol

Everything on this post is what I've recently decided on after having spent almost two years writing for the A Twisted Future series and coming to better understand/flesh out these relationships, so some things will be different here as compared to what I've written in past posts, making this is the most up-to-date post.

I'll put it all underneath the cut.

How the TWST Boys' Feel About Yuu

Total Simps/Definitely Seriously Crushing on Her: Ace & Deuce (While Ace is just plain in denial, Deuce is completely oblivious to the fact that he has an actual crush on Yuu due to his inexperience with girls lol)

Has a Lowkey Crush on Her and/or Very Easily Gets Flustered/Has Plenty of "Doki Doki" Moments Around Her: Idia, Azul, & Riddle

Also Simps but Are More Lowkey Than Adeuce: Sebek & Jack

Totally Fascinated With Her/Sees Her as Their Favorite Toy & Source of Entertainment/Enjoys Flirting with Her: Floyd, Jade, & Rook

Sees Her as a Sister/Daughter: Ortho, Epel, Trey, & Lilia

Sees Her as a Close Friend Whom They Can Truly Trust: Leona, Ruggie, Kalim, Jamil, & Malleus

Sees Her as a Good Friend Whom They Can Be Themselves Around/Whom They Feel Truly Comfortable Around: Vil, Silver, and Cater

Although the main focus here is the guys' feelings, I wanted to mention Yuu's feelings as well, or at least, mention the kinda info on this topic that I can't remember if I ever made a post about lol

For the record, Yuu doesn't have a crush on anyone. Right now, she's too busy experiencing/enjoying platonic love for the first time in her life to really care about actual romance. Plus, I could honestly see her being aromantic/asexual.

However, she loves to playfully flirt, mostly cause she finds blushing boys to be adorable. If she were to be asked what physical feature she'd look for the most in a man, she'd say a cute blush cause that really is very important to her lol 😂

Yuu will pretty much flirt with any of her friends, with the exception of Ortho, Grim, and Lilia, the former two for obvious reasons and the latter cause of how much older he is and the fact that he refers to her as his daughter lol

However, there are some guys that she flirts more with than others and some that she will only flirt with when she doesn't think it'll backfire on her haha

Constant Flirting Targets: Ace, Deuce, Jack, Sebek, and Epel

Flirts Not as Regularly but Still Enough With That It's Not Considered Rare: Trey, Riddle, Cater, Azul, Idia, & Ruggie

Flirts With Only When Sebek's Not Around: Malleus

Flirts With Only When Jamil's Not Around: Kalim

Flirts With When She Thinks It Won't Encourage Their Usual Brand of Chaos/Shenanigans: Floyd, Jade, & Rook

Flirts With When She Thinks She Can Handle Whatever Powerfully Charming Response She Knows He'll Unintentionally Woo Her With: Silver

Flirts With When She Thinks They Won't Retaliate Because She Tried to Fluster Them: Leona, Jamil, & Vil

[percervall]

it's a bad idea (fuck it, it's fine) — part 1

Summary: your housemates give you an offer you can't refuse. What's the worst that could happen? Pairing: Jenson Button x fem!reader, Fernando Alonso x fem!reader, Sebastian Vettel x fem!reader, Mark Webber x fem!reader Warnings: smut, dirty talk, mild degrading, oral (m and f receiving), face fucking, fingering, slight nipple play, hinting at m/m, mentions of free use, *gasp* and they were room mates Word count: 1.9k

Part 1 of the Fuck It series

The arrangement was, frankly, absurd. Had the offer come from anyone other than Jenson, you would have kicked them so hard they wished you had punched them instead. Part of you hoped he would have forgotten what he had said while heavily under the influence of too much champagne, but luck was not on your side. 

"Have you thought about my offer?" Jenson asks, innocently blowing on his coffee, making you choke on air. 

"The offer in which I pay my rent by, wait let me check my notes. Ah, yes, 'fucking you'," you reply, voice a lot steadier than you feel. Because truth be told, it had been impossible to not fantasise about getting railed into next week by him- by any of them. Oh, you were well aware of how much your life had become the plot of a rom-com ever since your landlord decided to be an absolute greedy bastard. Become a live-in house sitter for 4 millionaires they said, it'll be fun they said. Liars.

"Oh come on, it'll be mutually beneficial," Jenson argued. 

"Proud of you for using your big boy words, pretty boy but how exactly is this gonna end up in anything other than disaster?" 

"He's hungover and a himbo, why are you bullying him?" Mark mutters, voice still rough with sleep as he literally picks you up and unceremoniously plops you down on top of the counter. There are days where you curse your small stature and his strength, especially when it leaves your brain stuttering to process getting manhandled. 

"We'll set rules. All I'm saying is we're all adults-.." You can't help but snort at that. "Fine, whatever. I'm just saying that I've seen the way you look at them, seen the way your eyes flash with lust and I am pretty sure some truly filthy fantasies, and I know I can speak for all four of us when I say we would love to help you realise those. Also, we don't need your rent money and this is just so much more fun." Well then. You just got read for filth before even having had your morning coffee. Fuck him for seeing right through you. 

"Where's your sense of adventure, nena?" Fernando comments, a wicked glint in his eyes.

"Right next to my 'I survived Multi-21' t-shirt," you mutter. It's a low blow, but getting bullied into sleeping with four drivers makes it hard to think.

Mark shoots you a look, eyebrow raised. 

"The mouth on you," he comments, "Seb was very apologetic. Made it up to me in the best possible way. In fact, I should make you apologise to the both of us the same way, sweetheart. On your knees." He whispers the last part in your ear and you cannot contain the whimper that comes out at his thinly veiled threat.

“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Being made to kneel and take cock like the good little girl you are, hm?” 

“Mark-..” You have no idea how to respond to that and keep your dignity in tact. You try to look away but Mark takes your chin between his forefinger and thumb.

“I asked you a question sweetheart. Are you gonna be a good girl for us?” His thumb tugs on your bottom lip and all rational thought leaves you as you nod. 

“Mm, knew JB was right about you. Takes one to know one, I suppose.” You can hear a muffled what the fuck’s that supposed to mean? from the living room as Mark helps you down from the counter. You hadn’t even noticed the McLaren teammates had left the kitchen until just now. 

“On your knees, sweetheart,” Mark nudges you and you sink down onto the floor. The small kitchen runner is the only thing protecting your knees from the cold hardwood floor, but the prospect of sore knees is quickly forgotten now that you’re at eye level with Mark’s crotch. You can clearly see the outline of his hardening cock against his shorts and it has your mouth watering. Mark chuckles as he notices the hunger in your eyes.

“You’re lucky Seb is out for a run. Or maybe I’m the lucky one, getting to fuck this mouth all by myself.” The whimper you let out is involuntarily as you eagerly watch him hook his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts, pushing them down far enough to free his cock. You scoot a little closer, taking him in your hand, tongue darting out to lick away the bead of pre-cum. Mark hisses, head thrown back and that’s all the encouragement you need to suck the tip into your mouth. 

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he says, sounding absolutely wrecked already despite you not even having done anything yet. 

“You said something about fucking my mouth?” Mark looks down at you, pupils completely blown and he grins so wickedly, it leaves you breathless. 

“Are you absolutely sure sweetheart?” As you nod in response, he gathers your hair into a ponytail in his fist, angling your face. “Alright then. Tap my thigh twice if it’s too much and I will stop, okay?” 

“Okay,” you parrot, and move your legs apart ever so slightly to stabilise yourself. Mark drags the tip of his cock across your lips and you open up for him. He slides in, careful to not immediately choke you. You relax your jaw as much as you can, but god it’s been so long since you last did this. Mark sets a slow rhythm, letting the both of you adjust. Looking up at him through your lashes, you can see how he’s trying to hold on to the last shreds of self control, and well. That just won’t do. 

“Mark,” you say, slightly out of breath as you pull back, “you taunted me with using me. So for the love of God, fucking use me.” Mark chuckles and the sound has you aching. He tightens his grip on your hair and slides his cock back into your mouth. Resting your hands on his thighs, you close your eyes as he finally delivers on his promise. The sounds are obscene and if you had a functioning brain cell left, you would have been concerned about the two of you doing this in the kitchen, but as things stand, the only thing you can focus on is Mark’s throbbing cock inching down your throat. Forcing yourself to open your eyes, you look at him as you swallow around him. 

“Fuck. Fuck. I’m not gonna last, sweetheart,” he groans, pulling back. You hollow your cheeks while taking deep breaths through your nose, pulling another string of curses from the Aussie. You can feel his cock throb as he grunts above you.

“Gonna-.. Fuck.. So good, you feel so fucking good..” he mumbles, and throws his head back as he comes. 

“You better not swallow, Schatzi,” comes a voice from the doorway. Who are you to disobey? Mark pulls out carefully, tucking himself back into his shorts while Sebastian helps you up from the floor. He carries you bridal style into the living room, placing you down on the couch next to Fernando. 

“Show Nando, baby,” Sebastian all but coos and you carefully open your mouth. The underlying relationships? Questionmark? between your housemates makes your head spin, but judging by the way Fernando’s eyes darken, Sebastian knows something about the Spaniard you don’t. 

“Can I kiss you, nena?” he asks and all you can do is nod. Fernando cradles your cheek, pressing an almost chaste kiss against your lips before he runs his tongue over the seam of your lips. The moan he lets out as he tastes Mark on your tongue has you throbbing. When you break apart to catch some air, Sebastian leans closer and licks away the few drops of cum that spilled when Fernando kissed you. Am I dreaming? you can’t help but wonder. Out loud apparently.

“Very much awake, doll,” Jenson grins as he kneels in front of you, “Something tells me you’re absolutely soaking. Mind if I give a hand? I do so love making people come with my mouth,” he adds and you’re quick to raise your hips so he can pull down your panties, much to Jenson’s amusement. He pushes your oversized shirt up higher and parts your legs. Sebastian moves your face so he can steal a kiss and you moan into his mouth as Jenson drags the flat of his tongue over your oh so sensitive clit. Their hands are everywhere it feels like. You’re pretty sure Fernando has one up your shirt, teasing your nipple while he kisses your neck. Jenson’s are curled around the inside of your thighs as he holds you open for him while Sebastian has one hand on your cheek as he kisses you; the other mirrors Fernando’s. Needing something to hold on to, you bury a hand in Jenson’s hair. He sucks your clit into his mouth, moaning against your cunt as you tug. Breaking the kiss, you throw your head back with a moan of your own while you grind against Jenson’s tongue. 

“Need.. Fingers.. Please, Jenson, need your-.. Fuck, oh God..” Despite your incoherent state, Jenson understands what it is you’re asking of him as he carefully slides two of his long fingers inside of you. Sebastian and Fernando manage to strip you of your t-shirt, both of them taking a nipple into their mouth. 

“I’m so-.. So close.. I’m gonna cum, please can I cum?” you whimper. Fernando mutters a yes against your skin and something snaps; Your back arches as your orgasm hits you and for a moment you forget how to breathe. The loss of Jenson’s fingers makes you whine but your housemates more than make up for it when Fernando grabs his wrist in order to bring Jenson’s fingers to his mouth, moaning as he tastes you. 

“Just as I thought, you taste delicious nena,” the Spaniard comments with a grin. These men will be the death of me, you can’t help but think while Seb accepts the glass of water Mark hands him. The German driver helps you take a few sips as you slowly return into your body. Something tells you that this only scratches the surface of their underlying dynamics and you are dying to delve deeper.

“Told you it’d be mutually beneficial,” Jenson jokes, pulling you from your thoughts. 

“God, I hate that I’m saying this because your ego is fucking big enough as is-,” you start only for Jenson to interrupt with a that’s not the only thing that’s big, doll which makes you roll your eyes.

“I was gonna agree to your plan, idiot. You proved your point. Twice over. I- eh.. I can see the appeal,” you continue before downing the last of the water. The four men share a look that you can’t quite decipher and it makes you wonder: just what did you exactly sign up for? You pull your shirt back on, suddenly very aware of the fact you’re naked, needing something to act as a barrier between you and this crazy idea. 

“How about we discuss the details after breakfast? Don’t know about you, but I am starving,” Mark breaks the silence. You nod gratefully and let Sebastian pull you to your feet. A part of you is excited to see where this.. arrangement will lead you, but you’re also apprehensive that you might be about to bite off far more than you can chew. 

Welp. Here we go I guess. Updates are gonna be slow on this, so please temper your expectations. Ideas have been brain stormed, things are brewing in the ol' noggin, I just gotta write it 🥲

Massive shoutout to @curiousthyme and @feralnando for helping me brain rot about this and for holding my hand while I descent even further into chaos. This whole part was written while listening to Hozier's Too Sweet and Ethel Cain's Gibson Girl on repeat, so feel free to do with that information as you please

Please let me know what you think. Your comments, likes and tags mean the world to me 💜

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[tinyluvs]

ask; anon - reader who always does her daughter’s hair with cute hairstyles & rafe asking her to teach him how to do it too authors note; omg yes!! so cute!! tysm for the prompt angel!! please send any ideas or prompts you have here !!.₊˚⊹♡.⋆˚｡⋆୨୧ warnings; none !! pairing; rafe x fem!reader wc; 2.1k ♡

music plays softly in your bedroom, you hum along vaguely to the words while rummaging through a drawer in the bathroom, in search of a small hair brush, your daughters one specifically. “harper!” you call out to her when you find it, smiling when tiny footsteps come your way

your toddler rounds the corner into the bathroom, head tilted in a silent question. she’s cute, too cute. a perfect blend of you and her father. rafe has dressed her while you had been getting ready. her little, short dungarees stop just above her knees, paired with a plain pink shirt underneath

“ready to have your hair done baby?” you ask her, holding your hands out. she nods and jumps towards you, allowing you to lift her up and place her onto the counter, her feet in the sink, “what are we feeling today little lady?”

in the mirror you watch tiny cogs turning in her head, trying to figure out what she wants. you gather sections of her hair up, holding them in loose mock styles, changing it whenever she shakes her head at them, “don't know,” she finally admits with a huff, little arms crossing over her chest

“okay, well how about,” you pause to roughly part her hair down the middle, gathering both sections up to the top of her head, “like this? and then i can braid them if you want? i’m sure we can find ribbons for the ends too” you lean forwards, resting your chin on top of her head

she nods her head, her hair tickling your chin, “okie!”

you reach for the comb with the long pointy end, “tilt your head back for me,” you say, fingers gently running through the ends of her hair. you’re about to start properly parting her hair, when rafe appears, leaning against the doorframe

“daddy!” harper shrieks, suddenly not tilting her head backwards anymore as she attempts to twist her little body towards him. he chuckles at her, holding out a hand so she can clap her much smaller one against it

rafe moves from the doorway to stand behind you, arm slinking around your waist, his free hand rubbing circles on your hip, “my favourite ladies,” he says smiling, turning to press a kiss to your temple and then bending to kiss harpers head

“i was trying to do her hair,” you tease lightly, turning to try and poke the end of the comb into his stomach, he lets you, quickly groaning in fake pain, harper snickers at him

“yeah?” he smirks, taking his hand away from your daughters. he moves it atop her head before rubbing back and forth quickly, sending the little girl into a fit of giggles, “there you go, i did it for you” he says, smug

her hair is messed up, not knotted but messy, “daddy! not done!” harper giggles and snatches the brush from the side, attempting to brush her hair but she doesn’t notice that she has it upside down

“why not?” rafe frowns, light and playful, “i think it looks fine,” he concludes, pinching lightly at your waist while you take the hairbrush away from harper

“piggies!” harper giggles, her voice echoing around the bathroom while rafe sends you a look in the mirror, eyebrow slightly raised, “mommy! piggies!”

gently, you start to brush her hair, “the hairstyle we decided on is called pigtails,” you chuckle as rafe nods his head, finally understanding what your daughter was shrieking about. she watches you both in the mirror, raising her shoulders when you snag a knot, “sorry baby,”

once her hair is all brushed out again you place your fingers lightly under her chin, tilting her head back for her, “anything you wanted?” you mumble around the comb between your lips, eyeing rafe lingering behind you in the mirror

he seems to think for a second before replying, “teach me,” he says simply, stepping forwards to take the comb from your mouth, you shoot him a look over your shoulder, head tilted slightly, “teach me how to do her hair, her pigs or whatever they’re called”

“piggies!” harper supplies making you both chuckle. she quickly gets distracted by a bottle of face wash behind the sink, leaning forwards slightly to grab at it with tiny hands

“you really want to learn?” you ask rafe in the mirror while blindly searching in the drawer in front of you for some child size hair ties. you find four, holding them up to confirm they’re all the same colour, they are.

rafe squeezes at your waist before his hands slip from your body, “yeah, teach me” he says again, snatching the hair bands from your hand, slipping them onto his fingers, “you always do her hair so nicely, i wanna see how you do it,” he shrugs slightly

your cheeks flush slightly at his comment but before you can say anything harper twists, looking at you and rafe, “daddy piggies?”

she giggles as rafe wiggles his fingers at her, a small hair tie around each one, like rings, “yeah princess,” he chuckles, kissing the top of her head again before turning to you, “what do i do first?”

stepping to the side, to allow rafe to take your spot, you point at the comb in his hand, “use that to part her hair straight down the middle,” you explain

“sounds easy enough,” rafe hums, bringing the comb to harpers head. you watch as he attempts it, drawing a line down the centre of her head with the blunt end, “like this?” he asks looking at you in the mirror

it’s not a bad attempt, only ever so slightly wonky down the back of her head, “yeah! exactly like that, just straighten the back up,” you pause, guiding his hand with the comb in it, back to her head, “like this”

once her parting is as straight as rafe is able to get it, he looks to you again, “i did it, now wha-”

“did it!” harper repeats, leaning back against rafes chest, tilting her head back so she can look up at him

both of you chuckle at her, “good job!” you praise, clapping your hands, she copies, bringing her hands together quickly, “do you remember the next step?” you ask her

she hums for a second, tapping her finger off her chin while she thinks, something rafe taught her to do. “tie!”

“that’s right!” you laugh, “daddy has to tie it up, one on each side of the part,” you explain for rafe’s sake mostly, gesturing to the general area where he has to do it

he nods his head, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. he tries, he really does but trying to hold harpers hair, a comb and wrangle the hair ties proves a little hard, “how is it so hard?” he huffs with a pout

“would you like me to do one side first so you can see?” you offer, holding your hand out for the supplies. he nods, dropping the comb and ties into your hand before stepping back enough for you to slot between him and the counter

rafe hooks his chin on your shoulder, peering over so he can see what you’re doing. with one hand you hold the section of hair, using the other to comb a few bumps out before putting it back between your teeth

“so, to tie it,” you speak, voice muffled ever so slightly, “hold her hair with this hand,” you pause to demonstrate, “hair tie like this,” you show him the tie stretched around your fingers, “and then tie,” you do the motions slower than you normally would, letting rafe watch

harper giggles, “funny!” she says it slightly mumbled and muffled, copying the way you were speaking around the comb

“you’re right, mommy is funny,” rafe agrees with the toddler while gently bumping his hip against yours, moving you out of the way, “other side now, princess”

slowly, he copies the steps, repeating the words you said under his breath. he fumbles with the comb only slightly but before you know it he’s got it. “yay daddy!” harper cheers when he finishes, gently twirling her hair around his finger

rafe bows, over exaggerated, taking in the praise from his daughter who claps at him, little hands raising into the air. “hey, don’t celebrate so early, her hair is only half done,” you laugh

harper stops clapping and rafe moves to see what you’re doing, “we can do this bit at the same time,” you nod to the other side of harpers hair, “now, watch,”

gently and slowly you use your fingers to part her hair into three sections, watching as rafe copies you, his tongue pressed between his lips.

“this part looks tricky but it’s not, i promise,”

“promise!” harper giggles your last word, her r sound morphing more into a w kind of sound by accident

“yeah baby, promise,” you chuckle, enunciating the word a little for her before turning your attention back to her hair, “watch closely”

rafe watches intently as you take the far right piece of hair and cross it over the top of the middle piece, he copies. the piece now in the middle gets tucked under the strand on the left, “then we just repeat that until we get to the end of her hair”

harper starts to wiggle, growing impatient that her hair is taking so long, much longer than it normally does “fast,” she huffs, mixing her words up a little, a little frown on her face

“almost done baby,” you reassure her with a kiss against her temple. rafe does his best to move faster, surprisingly, braiding her hair without making a mistake, “tie it off at the end,”

you hand rafe the last hair tie, letting him watch you do your side before he does his, “we’re all done!” you announce, hands squeezing at harpers shoulders

your toddler stands in the sink, barely turning around before launching her tiny body at her daddy, her little arms winding around his neck, “yay!” she giggles

rafe settles her against his side, an arm underneath her body. he holds a hand out, letting you and harper give him a high five before tucking you under his free arm

for a minute you all just sway, music still playing in your bedroom next door. harpers head drops, slotting against rafe’s neck, big eyes watching you three in the mirror

“oh! ribbon!” you remember, darting out of the room and towards harpers bedroom down the hall. rafe follows behind you, humming to the music and dancing along, bouncing harper on his side until she giggles

once you’re in her room you pull out ribbons, two pink and two purple, holding them up as rafe steps into the doorway, “which colour baby?”

“pink!” she points at the ribbons that match the colour of her top, scrambling from rafe’s arms until he puts her down. she turns, shaking her head slightly so her hair swings around

you and rafe crouch down behind her, taking a ribbon each. you wrap it around the end of her braid, tying it into a neat bow that rafe manages to copy first try

“now we’re done,” rafe says, scooping the toddler up and throwing her up into the air. harper shrieks and giggles, being held up above his head, her legs and arms dangling towards his face

“yes we are, all done,” you repeat, snaking your arms around rafe’s sides. you rest your chin between his shoulder blades, pressing a kiss there “you did well,”

harper gasps, “down, daddy, down!” she orders, taking off across the room the second her feet touch the ground. rafe turns in your arms, standing so you’re pressed against his side instead of his back

“what’s she doing?” he whispers, sneaking a kiss to the corner of your mouth while watching the small girl look for something on her little nightstand. you shrug, eyes following as harper makes her way back towards you

in her tiny hands she holds tiny little pastel clips in the shapes of butterflies, “daddy’s hair!” she exclaims, looking up at both of you. you stifle a laugh, watching as rafe kneels down, tilting his head down so she can reach his hair

she clips them in haphazardly, anywhere they’ll snag into his fluffy hair is where they stay until she has none left in her hands. “pretty daddy,” she giggles, stepping back to admire her handiwork

rafe stands and turns to face you. this time both of you attempt to stifle a laugh, “yes,” you agree with a nod and a giggle, “the prettiest daddy ever”

thanks for reading! remember to like! reblog! & comment! i’ll give you a kiss if you do, mwah! send prompts to my ask box!

[coldfanbou]

I'm a...

Here we are with the Viviz fic. We have a threesome with something special involved for Eunha.

Eunha X Mreader X SinB X Umji

Length 2.5K

Previous part

Wondering why Eunha had let you have sex with SinB and practically threw you at Umji, you needed to talk to her. You woke up on Saturday thinking about that, and as you looked to the other side of the bed, Eunha was gone. The sizzling sounds from the kitchen told you where she was. You got out of bed, put on your slippers, and headed toward the kitchen. You spotted her moving back and forth from the fridge to the stove, occasionally flicking through the cookbook on her tablet. “We need to talk Eunha.” The small woman spins on her heel, her apron swinging along with her.

“What do you need?” She says, leaning forward and sticking her tongue out. “Don’t tell me you want to do something before breakfast.”

“Why did you have me have sex with SinB and Umji?” You say bluntly. 

“Well, SinB wanted to thank you, and Umji was our tiebreaker.” She replies blankly.

“Okay, I get that, but why did you let them?” You ask, reiterating your question.

Eunha’s face turns bright red, and her hands rush to her cheeks as she turns around. “I don’t want to say it’s embarrassing,” she says.

“What can be so embarrassing about it?”

“Well…” Eunha began as she spun a tale that explained why she let SinB and Umji have sex with you. “A while ago, I was coming home late from work, right? When I got to our bedroom, I saw you watching one of our old videos.” The video Eunha was referencing was one of your sex tapes. “I was watching you…uh, jerk off to the video.” She said shyly. Eunha fiddled with the stove, turning the heat off as she tried to think about how to continue. “I liked watching you and got turned on…I fingered myself. I thought about what it might be like to watch you fuck someone, and it made me horny.” Eunha says, looking at the ground with her fingers pressing against each other as embarrassment fills her body. Her eyes shoot up toward you as she realizes what she’s said, “But I didn’t want you to have sex with any stranger, so I asked SinB and Umji to do it!” Eunha blurts out. “I thought it was hot,” Eunha follows in a whisper. “I, uh, guess you could say I’m a cuckquean,” She says with a shy smile. “And I may have pushed SinB to have sex with you.

You sigh and rub your forehead, “And why didn’t you tell me?” 

“I thought that you would say no.”

“So you forced them on me?”

“Yes,” Eunha says sheepishly. 

You take a deep breath and pat Eunha’s head. “Listen, I have a lot of questions, but next time you have some fantasy like this, just tell me.” You raise your hand off Eunha’s head, turning it into a fist before softly smacking her head. “You’re so dumb sometimes, Eunha.” 

“Does this mean you’ll fuck them again?”

“You were too quick to ask that question. Let’s have breakfast,” you say, wanting to move past the conversation. From the corner of your eye, you spot Eunha pouting. We’ll finish this talk after.” Your breakfast goes by fast, with Eunha giving you puppy eyes the entire time. 

Once you’re done, she opens her mouth, ready to bring the subject back up. “I know it’s weird, but I like to watch.”

“So does this mean I’ll never get to touch you again?”

“What if I let myself be free use for you? Would you fuck SinB and Umji again?” 

“That’s not an answer to my question, Eunha.” 

She pouts again, her cheeks filling with air. It made her cute, but you couldn’t let that distract you. “I still want to have sex with you. It feels like I’m in trouble.”

“I just want to clear things up.” 

After a lengthy discussion about limits and boundaries, Eunha stuck out her hand. “Let’s shake on it.” She said with the biggest grin on her face. You shake your head and smile. Eunha’s silliness has always been charming to you. You shake her hand and watch Eunha do a little dance out of sheer excitement. “I have the best thing planned for you. I have to make a few calls.”

She runs off to your bedroom, throwing her apron on the floor as she shuts the door. You let out a deep breath and drop the dishes in the sink, washing them as a way to relax. The day goes by calmly, with both of you relaxing at home.

A knock on the door interrupts a movie you’re watching with Eunha; as you head to answer it, Eunha grows a sly smile. At the door were Umji and SinB. You look back to Eunha, who plays dumb and looks at the ceiling. “Alright, come on in,” you say before making your way to the couch. “Eunha, what did you do?”

“I did nothing wrong.” Eunha stoutly replies

“You called them to have sex, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” Eunha says, meekly accepting your way out for her. She grabs your arm, pulling on it to get you to stand up. “I want to watch! Come on, let's get to the bedroom.” You go along with it for her sake. Stripping off your clothing, you toss yourself onto the bed. Umji and SinB seemed shocked at your willingness and look at each other. Eunha walks into the room, pulling a chair along with her and placing it in the corner. As she pulls down her shorts, she looks at her friends. “What are you two waiting for? I want the show to start.” Eunha sits in her chair, her hand diving into her folds as she waits. 

Umji is the first to make a move. She grabs the hem of her shirt, lifting it up and over her head. Her lack of bra was apparent as her modest tits bounced freely. She crawled onto the bed slowly, leaving her skirt on. She placed her head on your thigh, warm body rubbing against your leg as she reached up and wrapped her delicate hand around your shaft. It glided up and down the length of your soft cock. Umji met your eyes once before focusing on the appendage before her. She positioned herself over it, spitting on the head and using her hand to cover your cock in her saliva. You groan weakly as your cock grows hard in her hands. Her hand moves quickly across your slick cock, and Umji’s grip gets a little tighter. 

SinB watches Umji take control of the situation and turns her head to see Eunha absolutely entranced by the sight, her friend's fingers moving in small circles around her clit as she pulls on one of her nipples. Looking back at you and Umji, SinB pulls her sweater over her head, drops it to the floor, and follows that with her shirt and pants. After stripping off her underwear, SinB climbs on the bed, glancing at Eunha over her shoulder before getting right next to you. Gently placing her hand on your cheek, SinB turns your head toward her, “I’m only doing this for Eunha,” She whispers to you. It seemed like she wasn’t being completely honest, but that would be the subject of another time. SinB presses her lips against yours and lets go of your cheek. She moves the arm under her and places your hand on her ass. You squeeze the soft piece of flesh, making SinB moan into the kiss. Your squeeze becomes rougher as you feel a pair of lips on your cock. 

Umji had gotten hungry stroking your cock. She kissed the tip and slowly spread her lips, allowing you inside the warm and wet cavern that was her mouth. Her tongue swirled slowly around the tip, and Umji audibly moaned as she savored the taste of your cock. She bobbed her head slowly, dragging her plump lips along your shaft as she stuffed herself. Eunha watched, her fingers moving quickly as she saw Umji and SinB submit to you. Eunha’s light moans momentarily attract the attention of the three of you. Her thighs glisten from her nectar as she rubs them together. As you focus on each other again, you slap SinB’s ass, making her break the kiss with a yelp. “Help Umji out,” You command. SinB nods and moves down to your cock where Umji backs off, letting the other woman share in the delight. Their lips meet with your cock sitting in the middle. The sensation sends shivers down your spine as you feel their lips move around your cock. You place your hands on their heads, guiding them along your shaft. 

You began to want more; you pulled their hair, moving the women away from your cock. You tear Umji’s skirt off her before placing SinB on top; both women face Eunha. Eunha pressed her thighs together as she met their eyes but continued to finger herself, her face flush. You got behind the pair of women, aligning your cock with Umji’s cunt first. You grabbed her hips and pulled her onto your cock without warning. You both filled the room with a great moan. Umji’s walls wrap tightly around you, practically pulling you deeper into the young woman. Umji’s feels your hard cock kiss the tip of her womb, and her arms give out, sending her face into the bed. She arches her back and pushes her ass into your pelvis. “Fuck me. Fuck my pussy,” She moaned. You begin thrusting into the small woman’s tight cunt, listening to her moan your name. 

You move your attention onto SinB, noticing her wet thighs. You move your fingers along her slit. She shivers and looks over her shoulder; as you meet your eyes, you push your fingers inside her cunt. You press against her walls, rubbing them as you move in and out. SinB whines, the pleasure hitting her hard. The two women’s moan mix as Eunha watches you fuck the two of them. 

Eunha was nearing her climax; her fingers pistoned in and out of her. She sat back roughly, squeezing her tits, her head rolling back as she moaned. SinB and Umji were turned on watching Eunha. You could feel their walls tighten around you whenever they looked at your girlfriend. 

Approaching your first orgasm, you pulled your fingers out of SinB. You held onto Umji’s waist, her soft flesh moving between your fingers as you squeezed it. You sped up your thrusts, slamming your cock into Umji’s cunt without care. The young woman’s moans became ragged, “Oh god, fuck me!” Umji looked up, meeting Eunha’s eyes. “Thank you, Eunha!” Umji cried out as she came. Her walls squeezed your cock tightly as she backed her ass into you. Burying your cock in Umji, you paint her womb white, flooding it with your cum. Umji shuts her eyes and lays her head on the bed. “I’m so warm,” She mumbles. You feel her walls gripping you tightly, fighting you as you pull out. Cum drips from Umji’s cunt onto the bed below. She collapses onto the bed after. 

Rolling Umji out from under SinB to give you more space, you lay SinB on her back. You come face to face with her, with Eunha watching on. As you glance at your girlfriend, you see her breathing heavily, her hands coated in nectar. You kiss SinB’s chest, planting more of them as you move from breast to breast and then up her neck. “Just fuck me already,” She whines. You align yourself with her cunt, prodding SinB’s entrance. “Don’t make me beg. Not in front of her.” You plant your lips on SinB’s as you drive your cock into her pussy. You break the kiss as her moan comes in and let Eunha listen to her long-time friend’s cries of pleasure. You feel SinB’s legs wrap around your waist. You grab her hands, holding them by her head as you begin thrusting. You kiss her neck, listening to SinB moan your name as you drive her crazy. “Why are you so big?” She mutters.

“Why don’t you thank Eunha?” You groan, “She knows you like it.”

“Shut-ahh,” SinB’s words are cut short as you deliver a powerful thrust, forcing her body to take every inch. You lean down, taking one of her nipples into your mouth and gently biting it. SinB’s gasp turns into a moan as you pull back on it. You continue your thrusts, watching as SinB gets closer to her climax. 

“Where are you going to want it?” You moan into her ear. Only moans come from her mouth.

You repeat the question, this time earning yourself an answer. “Inside, do it inside.” She said. SinB almost sounded like she was begging for it. You continue to thrust, feeling your orgasm coming. With each thrust, you could feel Sinb’s walls rubbing your cock, covering it in her nectar. 

“I’m cumming,” You groan as you bury yourself inside SinB. She feels your warm cum pour into her. Her walls clamp down on your cock, milking you for more cum. You fill SinB’s cunt before pulling out, leaving her like Umji, tired and full of cum. You sit back at the head of the bed and beckon Eunha. Eunha stands from her seat, her lower half drenched in her nectar. Crawling past her friends, Eunha stares into your eyes. 

She comes to a stop at your cock, pressing her lips against the cum covered tip and swallowing your cock as she makes her way to the base. Eunha’s tongue slowly swirls around your cock, cleaning it. Eunha drags her tongue along the underside of your cock as she pulls away. “I can taste SinB and Umji on your cock,” She says before kissing the tip. “My turn now.”

Eunha straddles you, aligning her slit with your cock and lowering herself onto you. The familiar sensation feels nice. Eunha’s pussy holds you snuggly as she takes inch after inch. “I hope you know I’m sensitive. I’m not going to last long.”

“So am I. Watching you fuck them was so exciting. Thanks, Honey.” Eunha gives you a soft kiss as she begins to ride you. She softly bounces on your cock, taking every inch with ease but refusing to let a single one go. You hold her close, enjoying the feeling of your cock rubbing against her walls. You give one of her tits a squeeze, feeling the soft flesh jiggle as she bounces on your cock. You focus on each other, giving each other soft kisses as you enjoy each other's bodies. You can feel a tightness in your core as you near your third climax. Eunha pushes you onto your back, giving herself more space to work with. Each bounce from Eunha feels heavenly as her pussy swallows the entirety of your cock each time. You hold her waist, guiding her slightly. “Honey, I want you to cum inside me. Cum in pussy.” 

“I’m going to cum.” You groan. Eunha’s walls tighten around you, sending you over the edge and forcing you to cum. Feeling your semen shoot into her, Eunha drops her weight on your cock, impaling herself on you and letting your cum fill her. 

Eunha rests her head on your chest as your bodies begin to relax. “Can we do this again?”

“Not for a while.”

“That’s fine. As long as we do it again in the future.”

[dpimagines]

Blind Date

SYNOPSIS: Wade is set up with a friend of Ellie's and Yukio's. It goes better than anyone expected it to.

Warnings / Notes: Mentions of past bullying, Deadpool being Deadpool (But His Sweet Side, so Mildly OOC) / I'm super open to writing a continuation of this! This is uncharacteristically fluffy of me, so I'm craving the smut or angst we could get out of this. Shoot me a request if you have any ideas!

Yukio squeals. Wade’s used to her giddy noises, squeaks and giggles and the like. Ellie still cringes like it’s the first time she’s ever heard it, but she still looks at Yukio like it’s the first time she’s ever seen someone so beautiful every time she looks at her, so it balances out. 

“What is it?” Ellie asks, stirring vegetables around a sizzling pan. Wade somehow managed to invite himself to their fajita lunch, and smelling the food makes his stomach growl.

“Y/N!” Yukio exclaims.

“Where?” Ellie says, looking around. 

“No, silly, we should set Wade up with Y/N!”

“Why? Are you mad at her?” Ellie remarks. 

“She literally cannot help but romance Hancock on every Fallout 4 playthrough. Seriously.” 

“That’s your basis? A crush on a fictional character?” Ellie asks, and Wade could spot her amused-bordering-on-pissed expression from miles away. You must be special to her in some way. 

“Well, she… Y’know, she’s different.”

“You think she should settle for him just because of her mutation?” 

“No! No, not at all! I meant her personality! She’s so sweet and patient and stuff!” Yukio quickly says. 

“So why would we torture her by sticking her with him?”

“Y’know, you girls haven’t even asked me if I’d be interested. What if I think she’s a total butterface? What if I talk about my ex-fiancée the whole time? What if she’s too pretty for me? What if-?”

“You asking those questions means you’re interested,” Ellie cuts him off dismissively. “Fine, Yukio. You win. Go for it.”

“Texting her now! Yeah, she’s interested. Just let me know what you’re planning and I’ll tell her when and how to dress.”

“Oh, uh… Maybe a movie?”

“That’d be good,” Ellie says quickly. “That’s a really good idea.”

“She’s ugly, isn’t she?”

Ellie glares daggers.

“Never mind, not a movie. Dinner… At De Luca.”

“De Luca?!” Yukio exclaims. 

“Uh, yeah? That’s a place people go for dates around here, isn’t it?”

“It better be your treat, that place is expensive!” Ellie demands.

“Well, duh. You guys seem to forget that unaliving people pays incredibly well. Anyways, what’s wrong with her?”

“Nothing,” Ellie insists.

“If he doesn’t know, he might hurt her feelings,” Yukio insists. 

“He can ask her himself. Let her say it in her own words, share what she wants to share.”

“Oh, yeah. I’m gonna fuck this up,” Wade already knows. “But at least she’ll get a free meal out of it. How about tonight? The anticipation is already killing me.”

Yukio texts, before looking up and nodding. 

“What time?” she asks.

“Can she meet me in the foyer at five?” he suggests. She types some more. 

“It’s a date!” she cheers. 

“And lunch is served,” Ellie declares gloomily. 

“So, what’s the deal with you and her, then?”

“Ellie dealt with some bullying when she first got here,” Yukio explains. “It was mostly light-hearted teasing, but it was just too soon, and with some people, it kinda got out of hand. Y/N was a senior at the time and stood up for her. From then on, she’s admired her and is always looking for opportunities to repay the favor.”

“That is so fucking cute I could die,” Wade coos. “I’ll take good care of her, I promise.”

“Hearing that coming from you, I’m more concerned,” Ellie grumbles, pushing a plate towards him. “Just eat. And be respectful. Now, and then.”

“Aye, aye, captain!” Wade replies before digging in. 

A few hours later, Wade invites Yukio to give him one last once over before he meets you at the door, and her shadow has trailed along diligently. Yukio gives him some helpful pointers while Ellie sulks in silence, still not a huge fan of this idea.

“Lose the mask,” Ellie finally contributes.

“Lose the- No! If I’m paying this much for food, she better be able to eat it!”

“You didn’t seem to mind the price earlier. Besides… She’s not like that. Yukio had a point earlier. Your face works in your favor, this time around. It’s everything else about you that you need to tone down a little,” Ellie argues. 

“Fine. But when she throws up, I’m calling you down there to clean it up,” Wade retorts, taking off the mask. He feels naked without it despite his suit and loafers. This is the nicest he’s dressed since his mother’s funeral.

“There we go,” Yukio says with a beam. “Perfect. Now, go! It’s almost time.”

“Thank you, my fairy godmothers. Wait, it’s not offensive to call you guys fairies, is it? ‘Cause I didn’t-”

“Go,” Ellie insists. He scurries downstairs. You’re not there yet, but there’s a young woman lurking around down there. He hesitantly joins her, and she looks at him with surprise before smiling. Wow, she’s gorgeous, so pretty that he starts to question if she’s a figment of his imagination.

“Wade?” you ask. Your voice sounds like Negasonic’s, so much so that it’s weird, but he brushes it off as best as he can.   

“Y/N?” No way, you’re stunning in a flowy knee-length dress and mary janes, your hair styled in an effortlessly pretty way. You might just be the most gorgeous woman he’s ever seen. 

You nod, offering your hand to him. Your eyes say, “Shall we?” He hesitantly takes your hand. Your smile widens. He leads you outside. You trail alongside him to the car, letting your hands swing together, though not too much.

He lets go of your hand to open the door for you. You get seated, and he closes it, quickly making his way to the driver’s seat. 

“Sorry it’s kind of a beater, I can’t be driving anything too showy for obvious reasons.”

You shrug, but he can tell it doesn’t bother you.

“Not much of a talker, huh? I guess that’s why our friends thought we’d work. I talk, you listen, very cutesy…But I need someone to feed off of to be funny, so you better be up to the challenge.”

You giggle, covering your mouth. 

The drive to the restaurant is in awkward silence. He really doesn’t know what to say. He could ask you about yourself, but that might make you uncomfortable considering how little you’re willing to speak. He could start talking about himself, but that has the potential to put you off for more than one reason – either you’ll be disturbed by his life story, or he’ll come across as self-absorbed. 

The two of you enter and despite a wary look from the hostess, you’re seated relatively quickly. 

You’re brought ice water and bread. 

“Damn, this place is fancy…” Wade remarks as you sip your water. You smile sheepishly. “Hm… You seem normal. I was told there was something different about you. In fact, when Yukio had the idea to set us up, Ellie accused her of thinking you should have to settle for someone like me because of your mutation. I was expecting, I don’t know, snakes for hair, Silly Putty for fingers, something. I’m gonna start guessing if you don’t come out with it.”

Your sweet smile changes into a devilish smirk as you challenge him with your eyes. He realizes it’s more entertaining for the both of you if he does attempt to guess, so he gives it a shot. 

“Acid spit?” he asks. You shake your head. “Hiding a third boob in there?” he wonders, lifting his head and looking down for it despite your somewhat modest neckline. Your face scrunches up with amusement as you shake your head again. “Damn it. Can’t blame a guy for hoping. What about another face on the back of your head, Voldemort-style? That would be kinda cool.”  

You shake your head once more, though you’re clearly amused by his attempts to figure it out. 

“Wait,” he says, lowering his voice to a whisper: “Does your vagina kill people? Like that one girl on American Horror Story?”

“No,” you finally say, laughing. “It’s my voice.” 

“Whoa,” he murmurs. 

“Yeah, I can only speak words I’ve heard before exactly as I heard them last.”

“That’s why you sounded like Ellie earlier, when you said my name. She was the last person you heard say it.”

“Exactly,” you reply. 

“Well, that’s not so bad.”

“Most of the time,” you agree. “But I can’t always control my TONE!”

You slap a hand over your mouth as your fellow guests give you brief glances of concern and confusion. 

“Tone,” he says in a normal volume. 

“Tone,” you echo with a look of astonishment. “They call me Spirit Box.”

“Like the things ghost hunters use, right? That’s so cool. You must be great for espionage. Just bring you along as a secretary or assistant or whatever, then slap some headphones on you and turn up some instrumental music all the way ‘til you can get to a recording device and repeat what you heard.”

“I suppose so, but honestly most of the time I just hang out. I have some martial arts training, but when someone can choose between that and a human bomb, WELL, it’s not really a choice,” you explain. 

“Well,” he says for you. “I think it’s super cool. Normally, I get bored listening to other people talk. I doubt that’ll ever happen with you.”

“I might as well warn you- Damn it,” you swear. It’s in his voice. 

“What is it?”

“If I say this word I’m going to end up yelling it.”

“Uh, wanna type it out on your phone? I can read it.”

You blush, shaking your head. 

“Sounds are the same way. Even when I laugh it’s not MINE.”

“Mine,” he repeats, as you seem to appreciate it. “I don’t understand why I’d need a warning for- Oh. Gotcha.”

“I may be an alright… Talker to you, but I doubt you’d want to hear a man’s voice during sex!” Your eyes water as they avoid his in shame. Someone said that to you, and harshly. 

“I hope you don’t mind if I don’t repeat that,” he murmurs, reaching for your hand. You give it to him, your hands resting together on the table. “Besides, I’m pansexual, so, honestly… It’d be kinda hot. Best of both worlds.”

“No kidding,” you reply. It’s all Ellie. “That’s great!” you chirp in Yukio’s voice. 

“You’re pretty good friends with those two, huh?”

You nod. 

“Keeping a small circle helps with consistency,” you add. “But I’m a TV addict, so…”

“Me, too. That totally makes sense. Oh, we should look at the menus. I’ll order for you, if you want.”

“Please,” you moan, swiftly retracting your hand to cover your mouth once more as your cheeks flush. He laughs.

“I’m not repeating that, either. Hot,” he teases you.

“You’re mean,” you reply with a laugh, his laugh. 

“Please,” he says. “Forgive me.”

You smile in response before looking over the menu. 

“You haven’t said anything about my face,” he realizes.

“Oh, sorry. You’re very handsome.” You don’t even look up, still looking for something appetizing. “No prices. Yikes. What are you getting?”

“Uh… Seriously. You don’t wanna ask?”

“I think you should tell me when you’re ready. I meant it, though. I think you’re very handsome.”

“Thanks,” he mumbles, feeling heat rise in his cheeks. “I think I’m gonna go with the seafood alfredo.”

The rest of the date goes swimmingly, the two of you conversing on various topics: TV shows and music you both like (and exchanging recommendations,) he shares his story (you fawned over him, maybe a little too much,) your careers (you transcribe classes at Xavier’s for students who are Deaf and/or have learning disabilities, he’s a…freelancer. You giggled at that. He doesn’t care whose sweet little giggle that is, it’s yours now,) and more. 

All good things must come to an end, though. Once dinner’s over, the two of you head back to the school. He walks you all the way to your room. 

“This was really nice,” you tell him. “Thank you.”

“It was,” he agrees. “Can I see you again? Maybe you could come up with a list of words for me to say for you, and I can say them for you over lunch.”

“That’s so sweet, Wade. I’d really like that, but I feel bad. Is there anything like that-” you cover your mouth again at the unmistakably pornographic tone, but he removes your hand gently with an amused smile. 

“Keep going,” he encourages you. “Like that.”

“Is there anything like that I could do for you?” 

“Well, you wanted to go on a date with me after seeing my face, so, you kinda already did.”

You open your mouth, but close it quickly. 

“What is it that you’re needing to say?” he asks quietly, like he’s trying not to embarrass you in front of someone else despite the two of you being alone in the quiet hallway, the only sound besides you both being the ticking on an old grandfather clock. You raise your hand, touching his lips. “You want to kiss me?”

“Yes, I want to kiss you.” 

Wade grins before taking your cheeks in his hands and uniting your lips with his for the first time. Neither of you wants to pull away, but air is an unfortunate necessity. 

You take your phone out of your purse, tapping around before presenting it to him on the Add New Contact screen. He eagerly types in his name and contact details, adding in the notes: “Just FYI after the whole Weapon X debacle I am hung like a horse and have an incredible refractory period. I only mention the refractory period because I’m pretty sure I’d explode if you even looked at it. Seriously, you are MAJORLY hot” 

He passes the phone back to you, and you look. You turn red before nodding in understanding. 

“Goodnight, Wade.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

[vax-merstappen]

feelings (ln4)

my fist lando fic! lmk if you enjoy!

summary: in which lando clearly has feelings for you but will not confess, no matter how many plans you and your friends come up with.

warning: some swearing, lando being an idiot

Ever since you had been invited to join Quadrant by your best friend Ria, you had become increasingly close with the rest of the group. Niran was the first one you got close to, him welcoming you into the group with open arms and listening to all your content ideas. Soon after, you got close to Max, Aarav, and Steve, the boys always making sure you felt like a part of the group. Lando, with his busy schedule, took longer for you to get to know and have in your life.

But when you and Lando finally hit it off, you couldn't imagine what your life had been like before him. You found yourself watching Formula 1 races more often and wearing various pieces of merch sent to you by Lando himself. Occasionally, you would find yourself with a text from him, asking how your day had been or wondering if you would be free to grab dinner while he was in town for a few days.

But soon the tone began to change. You spent many late nights at his apartment, laughing over inside jokes. The random gifts from countries around the world kept appearing more often. Your phone calls got longer and longer until neither of you wanted to hang up.

It seemed like Lando Norris was into you.

You decided to ask Ria about it one day. After all, she had known the man longer than you.

"Hey, do you think Lando is into me?"

Ria gave you a shocked look. "Did you only now just pick up on it?"

"Yeah...?"

"He thought you were hot before you even joined Quadrant. He was avoiding getting to know you because he was intimidated by you at the start. But clearly that has changed."

"Yeah, now he's made it obvious."

"Has he confessed to liking you?"

"Not yet. But i really don't feel like he will any time soon. I mean, there have been so many opportunities when I've been alone with him at his house. And when we've gotten dinner. Or when he's driven me home."

Ria smiled. "Then we'll have to make him confess. Give him an opportunity he can't pass up."

"And how do you suppose we do that?"

---

You had asked Lando to a fancy restaurant in London and reserved a private table with help from Ria, whose family knew the owners. Lando had picked you up in his McLaren, dressed up in a suit. If you hadn't found him attractive before, this would have done the trick.

Dinner was delicious and you enjoyed the flavors while having casual conversation. You laughed over stories from his previous race weekend while you caught him up on the antics going on with the Quadrant group.

"This sure is a nice restaurant, what made you want to dine somewhere special tonight?" he asked.

You could have told him, but you wanted him to confess first.

"Oh, you know. To celebrate someone very special to me being home for once."

"Am I special to you?"

"Yes, Lando. You mean a lot to me."

You held eye contact in the awkward silence that followed. "Stop getting all sentimental on me!" he exclaimed. "You gonna start crying?"

"I might if I have to put up with you for too much longer, let's get the check," you replied, rolling your eyes before laughing.

It seemed like this plan wasn't going to work.

---

Niran sighed dramatically. "So you told him he meant a lot to you and he told you to stop being sentimental? That man is an idiot!"

"I know, right? Any ideas on how we can get him to confess?"

"Easy. Quadrant truth or drink hot sauce video. We ask him point blank if he likes you and he has to answer."

You agreed to Niran's idea and you both got to work writing the questions. A few days later, when Lando was available for the shoot, you had set up in the studio with you three and Ria. The questions started simple.

"So do you watch all of Lando's races?" Ria asked you.

"Of course I do! Wouldn't want to miss one."

You saw Lando smile at your response out of the corner of your eye. Just more evidence the man had fallen for you. You looked at your next question for Niran.

"Have you ever ghosted someone?"

"I have. She wasn't too happy about that one," Niran said.

Niran looked at you for a few seconds as he picked up the next question card. You gave a barely perceptible smile and nod to indicate that you wanted to go along with the plan.

"Lando, do you like y/n?"

Lando's gaze flicked to you before he burst out into laughter. "What kind of question is that? Of course I like y/n! They are a great friend."

Clearly, the question hadn't been worded correctly. Or Lando was finding a way out of admitting his feelings. When you watched the video back before it went out to the internet, you noticed that Lando blushed when Niran asked the question. He fidgeted with his shirt sleeve while he answered, unlike in any of the other questions. He knew the implications and what Niran was getting at. Clearly you would have to try something else.

---

"So you think he does like me?"

Max Fewtrell turned in his chair to face you. "I don't think he likes you. I know he likes you. The man has been down bad ever since he met you. I've never seen him look at anybody else the way he looks at you, like you're the only person he can see."

"But how do I get him to say so?"

Max sat there in silence for a few seconds.

"We're going to make you into Lando Norris' dream girl. He won't be able to resist you."

"What exactly does that entail?"

Apparently, it entailed a full day of spending time with Lando. The day would start with you taking him on a trip to Top Golf, where you would show off that you knew how to hit a golf ball. Next was inviting Lando over to your house for dinner. It would be a home cooked meal of microwave chicken nuggets and mac and cheese, two foods Lando adored but did not eat often. For dessert, it would be ice cream sundaes, a notorious favorite of Lando's. Activities for the night included Mario Kart and sitting together on the couch and watch episodes of Money Heist, one of his favorite shows.

Max said that if he didn't confess his feelings by the end of this night, the man truly was beyond hope.

It was a long day full of activities Lando loved, but surely this would do the trick that nothing else had. You started by going to Top Golf as planned. Little did Lando know, but you had practiced a bit before the trip so that your golfing skills would be attractive to Lando.

"Woah, you can really hit a golf ball!" Lando exclaimed, watching as you swung.

"What, you thought I would be bad?"

"Of course not, I just hoped I might be able to impress you."

You smiled, sensing that you were one step closer to getting Lando to ask you out. Even though golfing may not have been your favorite thing in the world, it was having the intended effect.

Next of course was the dinner. You drove Lando back to your place and led him inside. Of course he had been over a few times before, but this time felt different somehow.

"So what's for dinner?" he asked, interrupting your thoughts.

"I thought we could do something easy, like chicken nuggets and mac and cheese."

"Oh my god! Are you a picky eater too? I never noticed before."

You nodded. "Yeah, I mean I like a lot of foods but there are many I don't like as well."

"How were we not friends sooner?"

You tried not to let any emotions show that he had again called you his friend, but the night was not beyond saving yet. There were still four more stages to the grand plan Max had made.

When you brought out the ice cream sundaes, you could sense his heart starting to melt just like the treat in the bowls. The looks he gave you were different now, like he couldn't take his gaze away from you. And to be fair, you couldn't stop looking at his freckles and his blueish eyes.

"Want to play Mario Kart?" you asked nonchalantly, as if the night hadn't been planned from the start.

"You know I love beating you at video games."

You rolled your eyes. "You say that like I didn't win 5-0 last time we played."

"Oh you're in for it now!"

The competition was close, you winning the first two rounds and Lando winning the next two. In a close battle for victory, you got a red shell that sent Lando spinning and you passing him to claim first place.

"So who's beating who at video games now?" you asked tauntingly.

"It wasn't fair, I got distracted," he whined.

"By what?"

"You."

You couldn't help but blush. "What did I do to distract you?"

"You were shouting at me the whole race, how could I tune that out?" he laughed. A slight wave of disappointment passed through you.

"Want to watch TV?" you asked.

"What show?"

"Money heist? I've been watching that lately."

"Oh my god that's one of my favorite shows! How did you not tell me that you were watching it?"

"I guess it slipped my mind."

You sat next to each other on your small couch, legs pressed up against each other due to how close together you were sitting. It seemed like the night was a waste. You had done all of Lando's favorite things and still he couldn't bring himself to tell you his feelings. Maybe he just wasn't into you? Even though his friends had all reassured you that the signs were there, doubt started to creep in.

You were three episodes in and all of your hope was gone.

"I think I'm going to head home after this one," Lando said. "But thanks for having me over, I had a real good time."

"I did too, Lando."

The credits rolled and you turned off the TV. Lando got up from the couch and you felt cold where the physical contact with him had disappeared. The opportunity was closing fast.

"Lando, can I ask you something?"

"Of course, what is it?"

"I...do yo...have you..."

"Just spit it out."

"Do you have feelings for me? Like more than friends kind of feelings?"

Lando was silent for a moment. "Yeah. I have for a long time and I just didn't know how to let you know. Didn't want to ruin our friendship."

You sighed dramatically. "Are you fucking kidding me, Lando Norris? I took you on a date at a fancy restaurant?"

"Oh my god, that's what that was all about?"

"And then I had Niran ask you if you liked me? And you called me a great friend?"

"Well I couldn't just say it to Niran could I?"

"I was right there! And then this whole night I've been waiting for you to ask me out. You were just going to leave!"

"Ok maybe that one is my fault."

"Lando Norris you are completely oblivious!"

"I know I'm so sorry I didn't-"

You silence him with a kiss on his lips. "It doesn't matter. What matters is that I love you. Even if you can be oblivious."

Lando looked at you before pulling you in for another kiss. "I'll see you tomorrow. Let me take you on a proper date for once, one that I'll actually realize is a date."

"I can't wait."

---

"So you had to confess to him?" Max asked incredulously. "That man is worse than I ever thought."

"Yeah, he was just going to leave without saying anything."

"Jesus Christ."

You laughed. "But at least it's over now, you don't have to watch us pine for each other anymore."

Max rolled his eyes. "But now I have to deal with you being all sappy together. I don't know what's worse."

"Well I can tell you which option I prefer."

[batsycline69]

Take Care

Summary: Jason doesn't like when you worry about him

Pairing: Jason Todd x GN!Reader

Words: 1,074

Warnings: brief description of injury, blood mention

There’s a thin line of light slipping through the crack beneath your closed bedroom door when you wake up. As you link the sleep out of your eyes, you notice the space beside you is still empty. In the darkness, you reach blindly to find your phone. The time flashes back at you, nearly blinding you. Jason must be home from patrol.

You rise out of bed, feet cold against the old wooden floor of your apartment and quietly tiptoe towards your bedroom door.

Sitting shirtless on the edge of your bathtub is Jason. He’s already watching the doorframe for you before you poke your head around the corner. Between his teeth is a length of gauze he’s measuring for his arm. Once your eyes adjust to the harsh light of the bathroom, you wince at the angry red gash running the width of Jason’s left arm.

A shiver runs up the length of your spine, your concern threatening to spill out of you. He’s watching you, waiting for your reaction. You tear your eyes away from the wound and look back up at him, swallowing the fear caught in your throat.

He frees the gauze from his teeth, and it flutters down into his lap. “You should go back to bed,” he says softly. The tone of voice is so gentle. If he speaks any louder, he could run the risk of waking you up too much.

This is new for the two of you. Jason hadn’t even really meant for you to find out he was Red Hood. And when you did, well, you kind of found out about everything. It’d been a whole thing that boiled down to you needing a little time to stomach it all. But you and Jason had been good the past few weeks. Things felt a little more like normal.

Jason has his guard up, but you can tell he’s trying to assess how bad the damage is. Not to him, not the physical wound, but to the relationship. To you.

Wordlessly, you cross into the bathroom and pick up the scissors sitting on top of the toilet seat. His eyes never leave you.

It’s odd how you feel like pray when loving Jason is like caring for a wounded animal. You want to ask what happened. You want to ask if he’s okay. But if you talk about it, if you acknowledge it too much, he’ll push you away. And you want to prove to him that you can handle this side of his life.

As you step towards him, Jason holds up the gauze again. You cut. The gauze falls down and hangs from Jason’s hand. Before he can start, you take gently take it away from him and kneel in front of him at the bathtub.

The wound is already clean. Jason’s already done all the hard work. Took care of himself while you slept silently in bed because he didn’t want to worry you. The thought drops into your stomach like a peach pit.

You wind the gauze around his arm until Jason makes a disgruntled noise. Your eyes shoot up, worried to have hurt him.

His face softens when your eyes meet. “Needs to be tighter,” he says, nudging his chin towards his arm.

You redo the wrapping, your eyes flickering back up towards Jason. He gives a small nod of approval. You wrap until the length is used and tape it off, pressing your lips gently above the wound before straightening up.

Jason smooths a hand over your jaw. Thank you.

“Go back to bed,” he says again.

“Only if you’re coming with,” you reply. Your hand runs down his uninjured arm and takes hold of his large hand.

Your millions of questions continue floating through your thoughts, but instead, you rise to your feet, pulling Jason up with you. He wraps an arm around your waist as soon as he’s standing beside you. “Give me a few minutes, then I’ll be there. Promise.”

Both your arms wind around his waist. You rest your head against him, fingertips gliding up and down the skin of his spine. “What do you need to do?” you ask.

“Gotta clean up,” Jason says. “I made a mess all over your sink.”

You glance behind you. Diluted blood is smeared across your sink, a few bloody towels sitting near the drain. “I’ll tae care of it,” you say.

Jason shakes his head. “Baby, no, go back to bed. I mean it. I’ll take care of it.”

“Don’t ‘baby’ me. I said I’ll take care of it. Go get in bed,” you shoot back playfully.

“It’ll take five minutes,” Jason replies.

You free your arms from around him and give him a little shove towards the bathroom door. He steps forward but doesn’t leave. He just keeps his eyes fixed on you, so decided against leaving you here. “Yes, exactly. And you’ve been out all night, so I can take care of it.”

“It’s not your mess,” he grumbles, and you know he’s not just talking about the blood.

“So? It doesn’t have to be for me to want to help you.”

Jason still lingers in the door. His gaze doesn’t stray from yours. It was one thing to wordlessly let you bandage him, but for some reason, he wants to draw the line at cleaning up his blood. Like the dirty work isn’t something you can handle. But that’s the point, what all of this is about; you can be there for him. You can help him. Wrapping up his wounds and cleaning up the blood is dipping your toes in the water.

Even if he doesn’t leave, you set to work cleaning out the sink and wringing out bloodied washcloths. You don’t push.

When the work is done, you flip off the light switch in the bathroom, taking Jason’s hand again and guiding him into the bedroom.

With the bathroom light off, your apartment is plunged back into darkness, but you both fall into the bed effortlessly. Your limbs wrap around each other as you huddle for warmth and comfort. Your fingertips till drag across his skin. His hand rests on the back of your head, his lips pressed against your forehead.

“Are you okay?” you finally ask. Your voice breaks the emptiness of the silence.

Jason tightens his grip on you a little more. “Yeah, I’m good.”

You kiss his shoulder. “Good.”

[djarins-cyare]

WIP Weekend

It’s been a while since I’ve made progress on any of my fics, but I’m trying my best to write something for Kate’s Roll-A-Trope Challenge, so I finally have something I can share a snippet of 🥳

Over the last 14 weeks, I’ve been tagged in 19 WIP Wednesday posts / Last Line games / WIP polls (yes, I keep track!), so thank you to the following lovely people for continuing to think of me even though I’ve been suspiciously quiet 💚:

@burntheedges @nerdieforpedro @604to647 @the-mandawhor1an

@kyberblade @almostfoxglove @for-a-longlongtime @djarins-wife

May I offer you some (totally unedited and marginally redacted) pre-spice Din and f!Reader in the trope genre of secret relationship below the cut…

Swallowing, you blink innocently and ask, “Is there anything else you need before I turn in?” You’re not particularly tired, but you should let him get some rest. Slowly, the angle of Mando’s helmet drops a few centimetres, and he releases a vibrant hum. The few seconds of silence that follow feel charged somehow, full of expectation, and just as you realise where he’s relocated his gaze to, he rumbles a reply in the lowest, sexiest register you’ve heard from him this evening. “So far, you’ve known exactly what I’ve needed without me having to ask.” He leaves another pregnant pause as he slowly tilts his helmet. “So go on, tell me. What do I need now?” Your eyes inadvertently dart to his crotch again and… shit. You’re pretty sure something’s happening down there. It looks… harder… larger (if that’s even possible). “You, uh….” Your attempt at an answer doesn’t go anywhere, mainly because you don’t know what to say. You want this, sure, but you shouldn’t. He’s injured, and you promised your uncle you’d keep your distance, not jump into an intimate act with the guy the first chance you get. After a few deep and shuddering breaths, you manage, “You need a good night’s sleep.” “I do,” he agrees. “But your question was whether I need anything else before you go to bed. Sleep comes after you go. What comes before?” Fuck. His words vibrate through you and seem to disintegrate your misgivings. There’s no logical decision to answer the way you do; it just happens. “You… if you want.” A pleased hum resonates through the vocoder. “I do,” he agrees again. “The bacta took away the pain, but I could use some pleasure too. If you’re willing.” “Y-yes,” you blurt, halfway between eager and anxious. “But… my uncle will kill me if he finds out.” Mando chuckles. “He’d shoot me first. Our secret, then?” Your pussy dampens at the idea, eyes flashing as you nod your acceptance of his clandestine terms. Suddenly, a secret liaison with the apparently dangerous man you’re supposed to be avoiding for your own good sounds like the most desirable thing in the galaxy.

Yeah, you know me… I can’t just write a single scene; I have to write the whole damn relationship!

So, obviously, this is how their secret relationship gets off the ground. You may have gathered that Reader is a certain High Magistrate’s niece and has been given strict instructions to avoid the new resident of the cabin out on the lava flats. You can look forward to plenty of sneaking around, flimsy excuses, near misses, and suspicious confrontations. Oh, and smut 😏

I can’t believe I only have a month left to write all this. What have I signed up for? I’m so fucked…

*Hates self for not being able to write short stories* /jk

I’m clearly over-excited about finally having something for a WIP post, so I’m going wild and tagging a load of writer mutuals and favourites. Feel free to do any form of WIP post you choose, or ignore me entirely if you’re not up for posting snippets right now (either way, you’re all awesome) 💚

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[sehtoast]

Rebirth (Homelander x OC)

18+ | heavy descriptions of gore, s4 e4 spoilers, the bad room, mentions of sexual abuse/trauma, torture, they're making each other worse in this one actually and homie deserves that kind of ride or die vibe | Fic Directory

“So, how do you feel?”  

Such a simple question for such a… gruesome task.  Benjamin had gone with Homelander to his moment of reconciliation.  Even helped him pipe sloppy icing writing onto that ugly little Carvel cake.

He knew everything.  Long ago, after busting into Stan Edgar’s personal terminal, Ben found the tapes and files on Homelander’s childhood.  Watching them had been sickening at best, but hearing the personal account as described to him by his lover over the years?

Even the do-no-harm bug himself couldn’t find a reason to prevent Homelander from following through.  He’d found John crying in front of that shattered mirror and pulled him out of his stupor once the banter ended.  Benjamin held him on the couch as he sobbed as he often did after run ins with the different facets of his psyche.  Used to be that there was no one to hold him at all, but the bug changed that.

Homelander would crash, but he would have somewhere safe to burn.

He thought about John’s various accounts of his childhood on the flight to the compound.  The incinerator, the bad room, how on edge he always was under the all seeing eye of big brother.

Usually the violent details emerged after nightmares.  Babbled words and cries for mercy as he tossed and turned until he’d shoot up in bed with his eyes primed to protect himself from his own memories.  Benjamin always held him afterward and listened.

“Sometimes I can still feel it,”  John would say, eyes glassy as he’d fight to keep those little shakes from turning into sobs.  No signs of weakness, no reaction.  Part of his conditioning– he cannot let the world know it hurts.  He cannot be a disappointment.

Ben would all but beg him to let it free anyway.  “You don’t have to be strong with me, pumpkin,”  he would always whisper.  “I love you even when you’re not.  Promise.” 

“But I– I have to be,”  Homelander would reply.

Benjamin always asked why.

John could never give an answer.

The worst were the more… intimate details.  Benjamin knew less about these, but there’d always been a sneaking suspicion that things along the lines of that happened.

Homelander spilled the beans after a panic attack during foreplay.  Stuttered out the details of masturbating during the security guard’s breaks. Doing what young boys do, he’d said.  Failing to finish in time and finding himself subject to mockery day in and out.

The resulting body image and self confidence issues, and the occasional difficulty with performance were all the consequence of some jackass further torturing the boy who never had a safe moment to feel what he described as the only good he could find in that awful room.  

Each time, Ben held him.  Promised him he was safe.  There’s no judgment, no mockery, no humiliation, and certainly no name-calling.  With kisses pressed to John’s knuckles, the two would talk it out until the world became steady again.

It’s why Benjamin doesn’t mind watching John laser that piece of shit’s dick clean off.  He doesn’t bat an eye to any of it.  The torture they face is but a fraction of what they’d done to that little boy– a drop in the lake of the things they swear up and down they don’t recall.

The axe forgets, but the tree remembers.

After listening in on Barbara’s account of Homelander’s conditioned obedience and the nature of his birth, he finds he has no problem holding her steady as his love slaughters the rest of them before her eyes.  

Bit by bit, he dismembers them.  Split them in two and paints the room with their remains.  He laughs and laughs, grinning wide and proud as he pries a man’s jaw open until his neck splits just to rip the tongue from his gullet and chuck it at her face.  He doesn’t stop until they’re no more than unrecognizable piles of flesh and viscera. 

True to their perfected teamwork, Ben webs Barbara to the wall to feast her eyes upon Homelander’s good work, and John?

Well, lasering the door and melting it forever shut was ingenious.

She will die in there, nice and slow. It’s no less than she deserves.

It’s heartbreaking to see how little it did to soothe Homelander’s pain.  Revenge, as Benjamin had told him many times, never quite worked out the way people wanted it to.  It’s potent for as long as it takes for the elevator to reach the surface.  It simmers during the flight.  Fades by the time they touch down at the tower.

And then turns to deep, lurching sobs as they shower it all away.

Release, yes… but not enough.  

It could never be enough.

“Johnny–”

“Homelander,” he chokes through tears. He’d been correcting people all day about his name.  “I’m– I just–”

Ben shushes him softly, thumbs swiping away the odd gooeyness of blood and tears.

“H-Homelander… just–” he tries again.  “Just for now… please…” 

Because Homelander was safe.  Homelander had the strength to overcome.  Homelander was the ideal and the power to protect himself.

The arms around Ben’s abdomen pull him impossibly closer.

“Homelander,” Benjamin murmurs, still stroking softly at his love’s face.  “I love you.”

Maybe not the best thing to say to the man claiming to be casting off the shackles of love, but certainly something always worth reminding him of while he crumbles.  There’s a million promises behind those three little words.

I love you when it hurts.  I love you when it doesn’t.

When it is ugly.

When it is beautiful.

As long as it is you.

His love succumbs to more cries, but Homelander knows, deep down, that it’s okay.

He is safe.

He is loved.

There will be no mockery. No humiliation.

Here, in the arms of his little spider, he need not be strong.  Here, he may simply be.

[munsonsmixtapes]

Okayyy can I request reader walking in on Eddie Diaz getting himself off, they are colleagues kinda friends both have secret feels. Honestly I just want anything to do with him my mind is ridden with thoughts of Eddie Diaz lately.

roommate!Eddie x fem!reader

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) masturbation, Eddie receives a handjob

You and Eddie had been living together for months now and things had been going pretty smoothly. He was a good roommate as far as you were concerned. He always cleaned up around the apartment when he made a mess and would be super quiet if he came home late from work.

And it didn't hurt that he was easy on the eyes. Any of the friends you brought over would always try to shoot their shot but he always told them that he wasn't interested. That was because he was harboring a giant crush on you and he was waiting around for you to feel the same way.

But that was only because he couldn't get over you. He tried. Any woman he'd sleep with, he'd just imagine your face on top of hers, trying he best not to moan your name. So, he just resorted to spending late nights with his hand, a sock, and a bottle of lotion and that seemed to work really well for him.

As soon as Eddie got home from work, he made a beeline for his room, stripping down to his underwear, his rock hard cock tenting in them. You had visited him and the rest of the 118 at the fire house and the dress you had worn had done wonders for him. And now you were about to be the stat of his fantasy as he got himself off.

Eddie stripped down and threw himself onto his bed, grateful that you weren't home and pulled out his freshly washed sock along with the lotion that he used that he kept in his drawer. He put on the lotion and put on the sock, going to town, letting his moans fall from his lips.

He kept going, desperate to seek his relief, your name coming out of his mouth this time. He could feel his vision going hazy as he got there, hitting his free hand against the mattress repeatedly. Eddie was so caught up in his orgasm that he hadn't even heard his door open.

He caught you staring at him and a let out loud scream, quick to cover himself up with his blanket. Just when he thought you were going to cover your eyes and leave, you stepped into the room and closed the door, leaning against it.

"Do you need some help?" You asked, batting your eyelashes and Eddie could have sworn that he had died and gone to Heaven because why else would you have offered that up so easily?

"Do I-what?" He wasn't denying you, but more caught off guard by your question. Was he dreaming? Clearly he must have been.

"Do you. Need some. Help." You stepped closer, leaning over the bed so that your face was close to his. If he had moved just a few centimeters, you'd be kissing.

"Please," he whined and you smirked, pulling back the blanket, seeing that he was still very hard underneath his sock. Your hand hovered over it as if asking for permission.

"May I?" You asked and he nodded furiously. You then removed the sock, feeling your mouth watering as you thought about how badly you wanted to suck him off.

"Wow, you're even bigger than I imagined," you said, your eyes wide.

"Y-you were imagining how big my dick is?" He asked, letting out a gasp at how hard you gripped his cock.

"Oh yeah," you replied, starting to pump your hand slowly, trying to get him used to the feeling. "I think about it all the time. What it'd be like to have it in my mouth, inside me, everywhere." You were saying all the right things to the point where you could already see cum leaking from his cock.

"Fuck," he whined. "Keep going." Your pumps got faster and was already getting there, so many nosies coming from his mouth. And he was hot, the back of his head being pressed against the headboard, making a mess of his hair. And he was sweating, giving his skin a nice glisten.

Eddie's hands gripped the sheets underneath him, trying his best to hold on for a long as possible, but he was already close. His vision was clouding as a loud scream ripped through him, causing his throat to become raw.

As he was coming down from it, you stood up from the bed, stripping as slowly as possible. You started with your jeans, unbuttoning them then taking them off, followed by the thong that you had worn just for him, hoping that you'd get a chance to show him. You then slowly ran your hands down your body, stopping when you got to your cunt.

You then ran them back up to the bottom of your top, pulling it up over your head, now standing completely naked in front of your roommate. The one who you had been crushing on since he moved in.

"Fuck," he whined, looking at your body, deciding that it was even better than he had imagined and he couldn't wait to get his hands on you. "Want you to ride me."

"Ask and you shall receive." He helped you climb onto him and he decided that he could watch you forever like that, wanting to feel you on top of him. Eddie reached into his bedside table drawer and pulled out a condom which he handed to you and you rolled it onto his cock.

You then settled on top of him and began to ride him hard and fast, since you knew that was how he seemed to like it. You watched him underneath you, his eyes closed, his mouth falling open. You were definitely taking a mental picture to save for later.

“Don’t go easy on me,” he said through labored breaths. “Do your worst.”

“Maybe after a few rounds,” you replied. “You can’t handle that right now.” You picked up your speed and Eddie opened his eyes, letting his gaze fall to your tits, watching the way they bounced as he you fucked him, wondering if you’d led him have his way with them.

“Yeah? You like what you see?” You asked, arching your back to give you a better view as your hands gripped his shoulders.

His hands moved to your waist, his fingers digging into the skin and you loved the way it felt, this sting of his nails in your flesh.

“Love,” he replied, still breathless. “You’re so beautiful. I-I think I love you.” He didn’t mean to say it, but there was nothing but truth in his words. He did love you and as more than a friend. You brought your movements to a halt, looking him dead in the eyes. He had really fucked up, hadn't he?

"Oh stop," you rolled your eyes, but looking into his, you could tell that he was being serious. "You're serious," your eyes widened.

"I am."

"Well, I love you too, Eddie," you replied and a huge grin broke out on his face. He pushed you so that your back was flat against the mattress. He pressed his lips against yours, smiling into the kiss. You mimicked his actions, your arms wrapping around his neck as you returned his kiss. Eddie lowered himself down onto you as he hands found yours, intertwining your fingers as he pumped into you slowly, wanting to take his time.

The two of you spent the rest of the night tangled up in Eddie's sheets, going for multiple rounds and exchanging "I love you's" until the sun came up, both you going to work absolutely blissed out. Now that you were finally together, the two of you were inseparable and nothing could keep you from each other.

[gilbirda]

Okay, I want to follow this content. What do I do?

Hello everyone.

So given the recent raise of "tag me!" replies in fics going around Tumblr, and given the recent awareness post about how disheartening, annoying and sometimes disappointing it can be to only get that kind of engagement — I've thought it was a good idea to explain what you can do if you want to follow content.

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Whatever the case, don't demand a continuation.

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Reblog it! Say why you liked it! In the tags, in the same reblog, wherever! If the author gets inspired they will continue, but remember we do this for free in our free time, you don't know what their life looks like. Respect that.

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[drsbutmakeitspicy]

Have some more of (Am I a human Chair Universe) Part I ; Part II

(If you find any mistakes I’m sorry, English is not my first language but I swear I’m fluent in it! I’m just a bit tired 😩)

This happens right after the last part, go check it for more context.

Also kinda 17+ rated? Nothing too much tho.

“We should go get some desert and go to your room.”

Oscar says while running his hands through Carlos back, caressing him while Carlos tries to fix Oscar’s hair, he always leave it a mess when they made out.

“Maybe we should go out, no?” Carlos ask, hand now caressing Oscar’s jaw his other hand tries to push Oscars chin up. The Aussie already knows Carlos want to kiss the freckles on his neck.

 “We just had dinner, why go out?” Oscar pushes him away before his lips can touch his neck. He stares at Carlos confused “Don’t we have breakfast and golf with your cousins tomorrow morning? We really should just stay in and sleep.”

He sees the way Carlos  eyebrowns narrow for a second and he watches as it changes “Oh! You mean we go to my room to sleep, yes?”

“Of course I meant sleep, what were-...NO! No no no!!” He feels his face burn “God last time was already traumatic enough for me.”

His hands now on his face, covering his eyes, trying not to remember about Reyes, Sainz Sr and Blanca walking in on them making out in the hammock set outside by the pool. Carlos was quick to pull him close, hiding Oscars face on his neck while also distracting his family, asking something in spanish. Oscar could only pray they wouldn’t want to talk him or anything right now and also that they didnt see how his hand was squeezing Carlos’ cock through his pants when they walked in. God what a nightmare.

“Thats why I suggested to go out.” Oscar can hear it on his voice, Carlos has a big smile on his face. “Stop doing that, you’re gonna hurt your eyes. Look at me I have a question for you.”

Carlos  grabs both his wrist, gently taking his hands away from his face, searching for Oscar’s eyes “It is an important question.”

He let go of his wrists and runs his fingers on his own hair, a habit that appears when he feels nervous or embarrassed.

“Yea?” Seen a shy Carlos always makes his heart skip a beat. “Cmon, shoot.” Oscar is looking straight in his eyes.

“About petnames, you like them no?”

“I do.”

“Can I? Uh, can I also give you one?”

“Yea.”

“ Can I call you Amor?”

Oh Oscars hands moves on its own as he grabs Carlos shirt closing the gap between their chest.

“Can you say that again?”

“Mi Amor”

Oscar pulls him in for a kiss, a slow and deep one. He thought the petname would be something stupid like 'Sloth', as Carlos always joke about and not just Carlos calling him ‘love’ almost like he is ofering his heart and soul to him. Carlos kissed him back but was also the first to pull away “We need to go back there-“

“Shit, your parents probably think we are getting up to something here.”

Carlos get a hold of his hand, smiling while pulling him to the dining room. “Cmon, I really want some tiramisu.”

And Oscar’s follow.

The light in the room is dimmed, there is a song playing in the background and Carlos parents are slow dancing in the middle of the huge dinning room, looking at eachothers eyes living in their own world, their plates forgotten on the table.

As Oscar turn to say something funny to the other he gets surprised to  see how Carlos eyes are following his parents as they dance in circles, a found smile on his face. The only thing Oscar can think while watching the scene is I wouldn’t mind growing old with you like this.

Carlos pulls his hand to his lips “Would you like to join them? Would you dance with me, Amor?”

“Yes” Oscar replies already putting his free arm around Carlos waist.

 ‘I think I love you’. — They both think, but won’t say it yet.

[mommypieck]

༺ ♱ ༻ aot threesome - 6/10

✿ connie x reader x jean

"i dare you to flash your tits." connie says, talking a sip out of his drink while his eyes ogle you.

"well, now you're just being creepy." jean replies from the seat next to you. you're playing truth or dare with your two friends but things seemed to get heat up when you started asking intimate questions. you blush at connie's dare but don't voice any negation, instead you slowly lift up your t-shirt to reveal your hardened nipples.

"fucking hell." connie moans, one of his hands reaching to massage your breast.

"we didn't say anything about touching, you perv." jean spits at connie but he wants to do the same thing.

"i don't mind." you say shyly, still holding your shirt up. jean bites his lip, he looks at connie who is still invested in your tits before muttering a tiny "fuck it."

"can you take the shirt off for me?" he asks, helping you get rid of the garment.

jean looks at you in awe and you know that he's still unsure what he can do and what not. he shuffles closer to your before grabbing your cheek to kiss you on the lips.

"oh, gentleman is feeling romantic today." connie teases, kissing down your chest and stopping at your belly. he looks you straight in the eyes as he takes the waistband of your pants between his teeth and pulls it down your body. you hands shoot to cover yourself but are quickly replaced by connie's, who spreads your legs apart. jean watches the scene with wife eyes, gaining to confidence to finally touch your body. he twists your nipples in between his fingers before taking one in his mouth. he moans around your nipple as he suckles.

"jean has to fulfill his mommy issues but im gonna have a piece of this pussy if you let me." connie says, massaging your clit over your panties. you nod your head at him, grabbing him by his short locks to press him closer to your core. jean grunts at his friends words but snakes his hand near connie's.

"im here now, buddy," connie smirks, "you have to find another hole."

jean looks pissed but he melts when you look at him with a needy look. your mouth falls open as silent cries for him to touch your leave your lips. he quickly unbuckles his belt, freeing his aching cock. he whines when he finally wraps his hand around it, making you gasp with surprise.

"you haven't seen a dick like this before, right?" connie chuckles, continuing to tease you thru your underwear.

"can i?" jean asks, pointing to your mouth. you laugh at his nervousness but you open your mouth and stick out your tongue. he places his heavy cock on your tongue and with one swift move of your head, you take him into your mouth. he almost screams when you envelop him whole, sucking and slurping around his cock.

connie pulls your panties down, leaving you bare to his sight. he takes the place in between your legs, gathering your slick on his fingers.

"you think you can take my cock or do you want me to eat this pussy?" he asks, slipping two of his fingers inside your already dripping cunt.

"fuck me." you whimper out around jean's cock, making jean moan and throw his head back.

connie smiles at your answer, rubbing his cockhead against your slit. when you feel that he's about to slip inside, he pulls away. you know that he wants to make you desperate, but you also feel frustrated from not being filled up.

"look at her face," jean says, "if you don't fuck her now, im gonna do it myself."

"oh ho ho, jeanie has the balls to fuck a girl. let's get it in you, girl." connie laughs before finally slipping inside of you. he doesn't waste any time letting you get used to his size. he hits your cervix with the first thrust before pulling out and slamming in again. you feel like in heaven, one cock in your mouth and another in your pussy. jean's hands are on your tits again as they squeeze and slap them. your pussy aches just with the first thrusts and you know that you won't be able to walk for another week.

jean watches as connie takes your pussy and his mind clouds. he can feel his high coming but he doesn't want to look like a horny teenager.

"are you close? you are throbbing in my mouth." you ask when you pull away from his cock. your hand continues jacking him off as you wait for his answer. he stutters, unsure how you managed to get it right. you see his flustered face and decide to not tease him anymore and taking him in your mouth again. he feels so close and with fwe more swirls of your tongue, he's cumming in your throat. he whimpers as he fills your throat up and you make sure to swallow everything he has to give you.

"fuck." connie swears, watching the scene unravel in front of his eyes. he thrusts even harder than before, chasing his own high. you feel as he twitches against your walls and before you know it, white ropes of cum fill your insides. connie pulls away to lay on the other side of you. jean already took one, busying himself by sucking on your nipple again.

"jeanie, you're gonna make me horny again." you say, tugging on jeans hair to get him off of you. he whines but lays next to you with his head on your shoulder.

"he's so clingy with you." connie smiles, using napkins to wipe his cum from your thighs. he lies on his side next to you, propping himself on his elbow to look at you and jean. you smile at connie, nodding your head at jean who is already asleep.

"i think he likes you a bit more than he would admit." connie says genuinely happy.

"you think i should give him chance?"

"yeah, but i need to fuck you some more times before that."

[pepexpablito]

okay going based off my previous request smth with a famous reader x hector

like maybe and athlete or like an actress(spider woman actress?)

and just like them having to shoot a promotional video with liek say nike and the bts gets released and everyone is talking bout how hector and reader cant stop giving each other heart eyes :)

It started when hector's manager sent you a DM saying, " hello Ms. y/ln, we wanted to contact you regarding a photoshoot with hector and Nike.", which led you to be in your current situation sitting in a hotel room waiting for hector to finish his game of FIFA so you both could attend the photoshoot. after almost 30 minutes he stood up and put on his coat walking out leaving you behind and not speaking a word to you, "you know the least you can do I talk to me" you say following close behind him "and why would I talk to someone as boring and annoying as you" hector says his head snapping back to look at you, you just start walking faster now leaving him behind while also trying to hide the tears in your eyes. during the photo shoot though hector was staring at you the whole time and blushing HARD after the photo shoot hector had invited the whole team to a bar with drinks on him, and who would say no to free drinks, while there hector was just sitting across from you in the VIP section staring and looking madly in love.

(1 week later)

fans and even haters were shipping you and hector even your only families then during another Nike shoot with hector he was staring and blushing again but you still ignored it and continued, then again he invited the whole team to the bar when you walked in the door you started to dance with everybody until hector walked up to you and said he was to drunk to drive and needed a ride home.in the car hector is just staring at you while you sit across from him "you look really pretty" he whispers drunk "what was that?" you reply not being able to hear him, "you look really pretty right now" he whispers again, "speak up if you want me to understand you" you say getting annoyed, " you look really pretty right now" he says and you can finally understand him "oh... um thank you" you say. when you both get to the hotel you have to practically carry him to the room were then you lay him down on the bed helping him get into his pajamas, " I just love you soooooo much" hector say, " I... I love you to" you say softly , "will you cuddle me... please" hector says looking at you with puppy eyes "sure" you say laying down behind him spooning him until you couldn't keep your eyes open any longer and ended up falling asleep.

(3 months later)

It started again at a coffee shop near camp nou you and hector were seen sharing a table and laughing together but it wasn't until hector was seen with the bracelet you rarely took off that the fans started to get suspicious of the two, then you posted a photo wearing a barca jersey a few days later but didn't show the back, and the fans started going crazy asking all sorts of questions like " whose name is on the back!" and " are you and hector dating!?" .About a month later, there were pictures every where at this point of hector and you, you and hector's mom, hector and you're brother, aswell as hector being seen in the back of a photo from one of you're family events and you're reflection taking a photo of hector's mom and some of her friends, at this point fans were begging for them to announce that they are official up to the point that hector posted a picture of you and himself kissing on the beach and dedicated a winning goal to you.

(I'm thinking about starting a series for hector or Gavi but i don't know what it would be about so if you have any ideas feel free to share💕)

( SEND ANY REQUESTS FOR ANY BARCA PLAYER!!! 💗💗💗)

[snickerdoodlles]

headcanons behind fic: brother texting habits referenced in long & short

Chay holds up his phone sheepishly. “Also, your brother texted me. We’re invited to dinner.” Kim’s smile drops. He doesn’t need to ask which brother. “Did he type that out, or just send an emoji with a question mark?”

ngl, had i realized how much i'd expand this series, this is actually a scene i'd cut or at least heavily rework. it's the weakest scene of the story and its execution has only felt more clunky as time passes. hindsight! that said, i don't regret the scene either because the headcanons behind the premise of that scene are very near and dear to my heart, namely the texting rituals of Khun, Kinn, and Kim :D

the boys have a system to their texting. it's not anything as concrete as a code, that'd be far too dangerous and anxiety inducing. their system, naturally, revolves primarily around giving hints to Korn's mood without outright saying anything:

firstly, all brother invites to things go through Khun, because Khun's invites will only ever be invites and Kim's 'no's will only ever be 'no's.

anytime Korn demands Khun or Kinn (usually Kinn) drag Kim to a family thing for him go through Kinn, and 'Kinn's requests are always phrased as a question Kim can refuse. Kim once tells Kinn he'll show up if Kinn orders him to (because he doesn't actually want to get Kinn into trouble if Korn's being esp insistent), and Kinn smiles and tells him "thank you" and never ever once orders Kim join them, because Kim asked not to be involved in the family business and Kinn will take on any burden to keep Kim free of it.

Kinn passes along how insistent Korn's being through the overall tone and vibe of his messages, usually indicated by how much of it he types out. requests Kim join official functions sound like a formal invitation printed on a card, requests Kim indulge Korn playing family are much closer to Kinn's standard texting style;

because, and this is a silly headcanon i will have forever, Kinn fucking loves emojis. you know his whole "this could've been an email" vibe when he shoots that guy in the head ep1? same vibes except much cuter. Kinn thinks emojis are adorable and efficiency perfected. why send "thank you" when the 👍 emoji is right there? a picture's worth a thousand words and 🫂 is a thousand warm ones. he could send "wanna check out that new coffee shop by the studio next tuesday for brunch? their menu is 60% sprinkles so i'm sure you'll love it" but ☕🧋🎙️❔👑2️⃣🗓️🕦🍬👉💕💕‼️ is so much quicker. the only reason why Kinn's texts aren't 87% cute stickers is because he hasn't yet realized they come preprogrammed in his phone.

("do you think he speaks in hieroglyphics because he's secretly ancient?" Kim asks one day.

"how old does it make you to understand him then?" Khun snarks back.)

((Kim leaves Khun on read for a week.))

some bonus thoughts: Khun's a spam texter of the highest order. every one text is sent across 3.5 texts minimum. Kinn only ever sends one (1) text. if Kinn's replying to multiple messages in one go, he separates his responses in indv bullet points (if he's feeling petty towards Khun, he responds to every one of Khun's messages individually).

(Kinn's multiple messages to Chay in long & short are absolutely because he's watching Kim's live. for all Kim's snooping, he has somehow missed that Kinn has every alert and then some set for Wik news and while he can't make every live, he plans his breaks around them and even moved a meeting once.)

also, while Kinn pretends he's threatening/blackmailing with these baby Kim pics, this is 100% him taking advantage of the situation to gush about cute baby brother with a fellow Kim AppreciatorTM. Kinn has the cutest little brother, and he's gotta keep up with news of baby brother's current shenanigans somehow 😤👏 Khun is guilty of similar crimes ofc.

(Kim suffers older brothers so much.)

[doodlebeeberry]

It's that time of year folks!!!

Very very excited to host the gift exchange once again! Past two years have been a ton of fun, so lets hope the third is even better!

if you wanna join, just reblog/reply to this post or dm me with what you'd like. full rules, dates, and details are under the cut, please read those fully first before joining!!! :]

Entries close midnight (est) November 27th!!

For the uninitiated, the osc gift exchange is exactly what it sounds like! you let me know via reblog/reply/dm what you'd like as part of your gift--whether that's a certain show, character, ship, oc, anything! Then, you'll be randomly assigned a giftee and will make a gift based on their request. Finally, once the day comes, you post your gift and @ the person its for!

the timeline looks like this:

Nov. 11-27: enter by letting me know what you'd like! as with previous years, I ask that you keep your gift requests sfw, and to please send me references for any ocs you may want as part of your gift. As well, if there's anything you cant do (ie, a character or paring that makes you uncomfortable) please let me know when you join!

Dec. 1: I'll let you know who you've been assigned! please be sure you have dms (or at the very least asks) open for this bit!

Dec. 1-30: Make your gift! this can be anything from art to writing to music to needlepoint--so long as you include the giftee's request, the possibilities are endless!

Dec. 31: post your gift, and be sure to @ who its for in the post! Please do not post your gift before this date!!! if for whatever reason this date does not work for you please let me know and we'll work something out!!

Assorted other things to note:

please make sure your gift requests are osc/ object show related! if you dont know what that is then this likely isnt the gift exchange for you lol

you dont have to do everything your giftee requests if you dont wanna. If they give you a list of 20 characters, you can pick 1, 5, 10, all 20, the choice is up to you!

if you need to drop out for any reason please let me know as soon as possible so I can reassign your giftee

not a hard and fast rule but if you could shoot me a message when you get your giftee letting me know you saw the message, itd be much appreciated!!!

you can not join anonymously! It wouldnt be fair to your giftee, in my mind, if you did :]

on a related note, while i try to make the exchange as open to everyone as possible, if i deem it necessary i can and will bar you from participating if your inclusion would be detrimental to other giftees. while i dont anticipate needing to do so (so there isnt really a reason for you to worry about it) this was an issue last year. In the very unlikely event that I dont let you join, please dont yell at me about it. just accept it and move on.

as per usual, ill be using the tag #osc gift exchange for the event, so feel free to tag your posts so i can find them! :D

And that's it! if youve got any other questions or comments, feel free to ask and ill do my best to answer them! Thank you! ^-^