#he WILL grab his man's ass before they go out!

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ Arthur Morgan NSFW Headcanons (Mid Honour) ⟡ ݁₊ .

I wrote these to help with my writing, trying to figure out what Arthur's like, and I really liked these so I thought I'd share 'em! Go wild! Female!Reader btw ⁠♡ This has 18+ smut in it, mdni x

⟡ He's actually a bit of a challenge to turn on. He may be a bit touch-starved but he's controlled. He loves a bit of PDA and showing you off, but he isn't one to get hard instantly. He can deal with sultry glances and smirks from you, if anything it makes him chuckle to himself and shake his head.

⟡ In order to get a more pronounced reaction from him, you have to tease your underclothes or brush your ass against his hips as you make your way past him in camp. He's a lot more receptive to physicality. And sound, if you run up behind him, wrap your arms around his midriff, yank him down a bit and whisper in his ear, he's gone.

⟡ He tends to end up smothering you if you're smaller. Sometimes by accident, sometimes not.

⟡ He starts off more reserved but as he grows hotter, his language and sounds start to slip. A "Jesus..." here and a "Shit..." there. He'll start groaning, his nose scrunching, baring his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut. The majority of his sounds are heavy breaths, grunts, groans, the occasional growl. When he comes, he'll sometimes let out stuttering "Oh-"'s that get louder before melting into laboured panting.

⟡ But he'll also murmur silly, cheesy things in your ear through his ragged breaths. "You make me believe in Heaven." "I musta done somethin' right in life to have you fall in my lap."

⟡ He sweats like a pig. Post-orgasm, he's huffing and grabbing his shirt from where he threw it to wipe his face and neck.

⟡ He loves pleasuring his partner, and looooves eating women out. Kissing, sucking, lapping, making you squeal and whimper. He savours your sounds, wanting more and more. He'll keep at it until you're overstimulated and batting at his head, or until he has to come up for air, beard soaked. He'd happily drown in you.

⟡ And when you give him head? He's a little nervous having the focus be on him but once you start, he's sucking in shaky breaths, eyes fluttering shut, jaw slack, in heaven. He'll grab at the air a little, fingers twitching before he paws at your head gently. He'll cradle your face in his palms and moan when your dreamy gaze meets his whilst you lap at the underside of his cock. He'll thrust into your mouth nice and slow, his veins flooding with arousal and his muscles tingling with utter disbelief that he's lucked out so highly with you.

⟡ He's an ass man, but just loves your body in general. He loves gettin' a handful of you; Ass, hips, waist, thighs, breasts, all of you. "You're a first-rate stunner." He'll growl softly, a smirk curling his lips, his thick fingers dipping into your warm flesh, "My girl."

⟡ If he needs you to be quiet during sex, he'll shove his neckerchief in your mouth out of necessity. "Sh, shh, shhh, darlin'. Can't be wakin' up the whole camp with those pretty sounds of yours. Here now, open up."

⟡ If he's sans neckerchief, he lets you bite his shoulders or have you suck on his fingers. "You gotta keep quiet, sweetheart." He'll whisper against your skin as he cups the back of your head and brings your mouth to his shoulder or pushes two thick fingers into your mouth.

⟡ He'll instinctively support you; holding your hips, wrapping his arms around your waist, grabbing your shoulders to stabilise you. He loves being pressed against you, feeling your heart against his chest or back, relishing the connection.

⟡ He's also always checking that you're enjoying yourself, whether it be by asking you outright or watching you for signs of discomfort. "That feel good?" "Y'alright, darlin'?" "Looks like that feels good, hm?" "Yeah? Like that?"

⟡ He gets unsure about leaving marks on you via biting, sucking, spanking, not wanting to hurt you too much or mar your skin. You have to convince him you want it. He feels a bit guilty until he sees how much you enjoy it. And he can't deny the way the sounds you make when he does it strikes lightning through his loins. "You really are a little hellcat, ain'chya?"

⟡ He doesn't mind being marked himself though, not at all, doesn't matter. He's marked all over anyway, what's one more mark? Especially from you.

⟡ He love love loves kisses. All over him, all over you. If you pepper kisses about his face and chest, he'll very quickly flush a gorgeous crimson and look at you, dazed. He'll pull you into his lap and kiss you all over until you're laughing loudly.

⟡ He'll click his tongue at you gently like click click click "Sh, shh, shhh. Easy, girl, easy."

⟡ He'll also tut at you if you're being bratty or feeling overwhelmed. Tut, tut, "Now now, girly. Don't get shrewish with me." or tut, tut, "Oh, sweetheart. I know, I know, c'mon, sweetheart. Keep going, just a little longer."

⟡ He's a soft dom/switch mostly, but if you can get him aroused enough, he relaxes into being a little more dominating.

⟡ He occasionally enjoys being dominated but more so enjoys either a relatively equal sexual dynamic or he naturally falls into a soft dom, caring, cooing role.

⟡ He's not immune to losing himself in the moment, though. He'll breathlessly mutter a "God..." or his breath will hitch like he's been winded before his movements will become rougher, more desperate, like this blissful feeling will slip through his fingers if he doesn't grab you. "C'mere." "Gimme more, girly." "Un-unh, don'chu move now."

⟡ He naturally praises you, not giving it much thought other than wanting you to feel incredible. "That's it, darlin'." "Lookatchu." "Good girl." "Atta girl." "Ain'tchu a picture." "Pretty lady, takin' it all." "That's it, girly, keep on, keep on." "Yeah, more'a'that, baby. Oh, you're so good."

⟡ And when you praise him? Most of the time, he'll duck his head down and wince. "Naw, shut up." "Quit all that." Before trying to divert the focus back onto you by squeezing your ass or rubbing your waist.

⟡ But if he's lost in pleasure? It'll drive him mad. His grip will tighten on you and he'll hiss and huff. He won't respond to the praise verbally but he'll flush red and let out soft "Oh"'s as he holds onto you for dear life.

⟡ If you put his hat on, he will automatically want to have you ride him (But not before barking out a laugh). "Y'think y'can be a cowgirl without ridin', hm?" He'll say before spreading his legs and patting his thighs, "Giddy up, girly." He'll say with a sarcastic lilt, his eyes aflame with excitement.

⟡ If he's particularly tired, you can ride him hard enough to draw a whine from him. His head will fall back, his hands falling from you, his hips jerking into you messily. "Oh, darlin'."

Hope y'all enjoy! I love writing Arthur smut ✗♡✗♡

[minswriting]

nsfw | mdni | aaron hotchner x reader | masturbation (m), hotch is an ass man can you blame him? this is for my big bootied bitches. does this count as perv!hotch?

aaron hotchner prided himself in his professionalism and decorum. he never allowed personal thoughts and feelings to get in the way of his work or at least he tried his best not to. if he was struggling mentally, his team never knew. if he was having an off day, no one could really tell. he didn’t allow anything to distract him from catching criminals or doing his work.

that was until you came into work wearing a pencil skirt that hugged your curves a little too nicely.

it was one of those days when the team was just filing paperwork, waiting for a call to come in. you usually wore slacks, jeans, keeping this business casual. but today was the first day you had ever worn a skirt. and aaron, who is usually so composed and doesn’t allow himself to get distracted, kept not-so-subtly checking out your ass.

every time you bent over to pick up something that had fallen out of your hands or off of your desk. when you had gone into his office to give him a file and walked out. when you walked to go grab yourself a coffee. aaron’s eyes never left your form.

he just couldn’t help it. he wondered how the flesh looked like underneath that skirt. how it would look like as he pounded your pussy from behind, the way it would jiggle with each hard thrust he would give you.

aaron groaned as his mind plagued him with these thoughts of having you underneath him as he fucked you relentlessly. he had hardly focused on work today, which was a first in a long while. his cock was just so painfully hard, straining against the trousers of his suit. he knew he had to take care of it.

he stood up from his desk in his office, adjusting himself before walking to the mens bathroom. he wasn’t going to jerk off in his office, not when everyone could walk in to drop off a file. he went into one of the stalls and locked it, sighing as he leaned against the stall door.

he looked down at himself, the bulge in his pants so obvious now. he palmed himself, teasing himself for just a moment before unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. he pulled them down along with his briefs just enough to let his cock spring out. he looked down at himself, his length already red and precum gracing the tip. and with a sharp inhale, aaron began stroking his cock.

he wasn’t slow with it. he was at work after all and had a job to maintain. even if he wanted to, he wouldn’t be able to take his time with himself like he usually did. aaron’s strokes were hard and fast as he leaned his head against the bathroom stall, closing his eyes as his mind conjured up thoughts of you.

aaron wanted so badly to fuck you. to bury his cock so deep inside of your cunt and fuck you senseless. the way your ass would jiggle from his thrusts was enough to have him bucking his hips into his fist. he imagined what you would sound like, whining and moaning his name in a wanton fashion.

aaron’s let out a shaky breath, pumping his cock. each time his hand moved upward, he swiped over his tip with his thumb, causing his hips to jolt from pleasure. it didn’t take long for him to get close, his cock stiffening in his hand as he fucked himself. he positioned his cock over the toilet as he continued to move his hand, not wanting to create a mess all over himself and the bathroom. and with a thought about you cumming on his cock, your walls clenching around him, aaron began cumming, careful to not let out any noises as he spilt his seed.

and when he was finished, he breathed heavily. he tucked himself back into his underwear and pants, zipping himself up before flushing the toilet. he washed his hands thoroughly and walked out of the bathroom.

and as he made his way back to the bullpen, he was met with the sight of you bent over, digging through a filing cabinet, causing aaron to internally groan. because he was most certainly not going to be able to get any work done at all.

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2 Hands Lando Norris Imagine

smau linked here

summary: you’re a world famous singer dating Lando Norris

pairing: f! singer reader x Lando Norris

warning: suggestive content, language

a/n: this is part of a request paired with a smau, linked above

Ask any woman what their favorite part of a man is and she will most likely say his hands. There’s just something so innocently sensual about man hands, especially if they’re the hands of a racing driver.

It’s no secret that using your significant other as inspiration for your work is one of the highest forms of flattery, especially when it comes to art. And ever since you met Lando Norris, he has been your muse for your work. Every song somehow suddenly was about him, he’s all you thought about. Now that your second world tour has come to an end it’s the perfect time to get back in the studio and you have the perfect idea of what to do.

To be honest, one of the first things you noticed about Lando was his hands and how they looked like they were carved from marble. The mere sight of him holding a coffee cup made your mind wander like no other. All you could think of was how his hands looked on your body and how he would touch you with such gentleness and care. Occasionally you’d sneak a photo of his hands while you were around him. Soon enough he realized the obsession of his hands that you had developed.

One night you and Lando were heading out for a nice dinner when you pulled out your phone to take a photo of you two in the elevator mirror. Lando immediately grabbed your phone out of your hands and moved his hand from your hips to the front of your stomach, and dangerously low might you add. You blushed at his actions, knowing your not so secret obsession had been found out.

“I know you like them.” Lando said cheekily handing the phone back to you as your face broke out in a blush yet again.

“Can you blame me though?” You asked, grabbing his right hand and examining the rings he had on. Those rings were another weakness of yours. The way the cool metal clashed with your burning skin made your whole body shiver. His hands were going to be the death of you.

“Write a song, it’ll last longer.” He responded with a mischievous smile as the elevator door opened. You looked over your shoulder at him and rolled your eyes.

“You know I just might, Norris.” You said as you stepped out of the elevator.

“Atta girl.” He said laying a light smack on your ass which earned a whispered scold from you.

A song about his hands is exactly what you wrote. The writing process for this song was probably the fastest you had ever written a song in your entire life. Your producer was shocked when you got to the studio and had to make minor changes to the lyrics, it was practically perfect– like Lando’s hands.

While Lando was halfway across the world for a race you facetimed him to play a demo of the song for him.

“You mean it?” He asked, looking at your face on his screen with a look of disbelief.

“Every word.” You simply replied, giving Lando a sly smile.

“What about a music video?” Lando inquired, shifting in his seat.

“Okay, hear me out” you began “I was thinking about incorporating cars into it somehow, maybe a McLaren or something.”

“A McLaren, huh?”

“I dunno, just a thought. Could be a fun little easter egg.” You responded by shrugging your shoulders while stealing a glance at his hands that were barely in sight on the phone.

Before you knew it music video rehearsals had arrived. On your first day of rehearsal you walked into the studio to see a box wrapped in bright orange- or papaya- wrapping paper with a big blue bow on top. There was a card attached that read ‘although this isn’t a sports car, i hope this gives you some inspiration ;) -4’. Lando had gifted you one of those battery operated kids’ McLaren F1 cars.

Another month had passed of working on 2 Hands but it was finally ready to be promoted, and so was your relationship with Lando. Since you started dating him, small easter eggs of your relationship had been sprinkled throughout your instagram posts.

But the post you made announcing that you had new music coming out, you decided to be bold. You included a picture of you on the toy car that had Lando’s number on the front. But the kryptonite of the post was the last picture which was a closeup of Lando with his hands on his helmet with his hand veins on full display. You had spent hours of looking through social media for the perfect photo of his hands, many thanks to the thousands of other girls who were just as enamored with his hands as you were.

The minute you posted, your phone was blowing up with countless fans speculating a relationship between you and the famed driver but more so, the attention was on his hands like you wanted it to be.

Abu Dhabi rolled around which was a big weekend for the both of you. Lando won the race, McLaren won the Constructors’ Championship and 2 Hands was released. You were with Lando at the hotel basking in his victorious weekend and listening to your new song. It was a perfect weekend and you couldn’t have imagined it to be any other way.

“I fucking love this song.” Lando said, grabbing you by the waist giving you a deep kiss. “But I love you way more.”

“I couldn’t have done this without you, Lan.” You replied, raking your hands through Lando’s curly hair. “I love how everyone loves your hands too. Did you know there’s pinterest boards dedicated to your hands?”

“Of course there are.” He responded by throwing his hand back in laughter. This moment was perfect, just being in the same room as him celebrating your accomplishments together.

“But, I’m the only one that knows what they feel like.” You said with a wink.

“Well, look at you Miss Possessive.”

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Cigarette Smoke (p2)

Sang Woo x reader [SMUT]

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Part 1

Tw: smoking

Sang Woo pressed his lips on yours. Surprisingly gentle for a man like him. He tasted like cigarettes and minty toothpaste. There was a hint of liquor on his tongue. Delicious. You thought.

“I’m sorry.” He said. “I shouldn’t be doing this. Your dad is my best friend and- god you’re so hot but he’s my-“ he stumbles over his words. You pressed your lips on his again. Making him shut his mouth.

“Shut up.” You tell him, taking a finished drag off your cigarette. “A kiss wouldn’t kill anyone” you say.

“Yeah, but you’re his daughter. Not just anyone” he says, putting his cigarette back in his mouth thoughtfully. Move to straddle his lap. His eyes wide, he was no longer calculated nor deliberate. He was a feeling and reactive human. You took his cigarette out of his mouth, pressing your lips against his again.

“His daughter, is going to deliberately make out with you” you whisper. He held you close to him, pressing his lips to yours again. Forcing his tongue inside your mouth, entwining your tongues you moaned into the kiss. The sinful sound making his cock harden in his bottoms. He trailed hot kisses down your neck, and to your collarbone.

You ground your hips down onto his member, making it throb. His hand found its way to your hair, pulling your head back so he can better access your neck. You ground faster on his clothed cock, seeking friction to now satisfy your aching pussy.

“Are you really trying to fuck me on your stairs?” He chuckles lowly, the rumble of laughter from his chest satisfying your ears.

“I’ll fuck you anywhere” you whisper.

“Let’s go to your room then” he lifts you off his lap and sets you down, following you quietly through the house and into your room. You locked your door, before pulling him down to kiss you again. He lifted you off the ground, wrapping your legs around his waist, not breaking the kiss. He walked to your bed. Laying you on it gently.

He pulled your hoodie off, realizing that there was nothing underneath. He lead his kisses down your neck and to your stomach, stopping just above your waist band. He pulled his shirt over his head, you scooted back on your bed, allowing him to crawl between your legs, setting his hips on your thighs.

“Your kisses are fucking addicting” he growled lowly in your ear, taking his glasses off and setting them on your bedside table.

Your hands drifted down his arms as he held himself above you. His cock begging to be let loose. He pulled your pants down, seeing a sheer thong. His groaned with arousal,

“Holy fuck” was the only thing that left his chest. He let you pull down his pants, no boxers on, revealed a long thick cock. He made easy work of your thing, discarding it with the rest of your combined clothes on the floor.

“I might never want you to leave” he warned.

“I don’t want to leave you” you ignored the warning tone, only caring about feeling the man you now so desperately desired. He entered into you. Sinful sounds arising from the two of you. He fucked you slowly, relishing the feeling of a pussy he shouldn’t even be indulging in, but he didn’t care.

“Oh my god” he groaned quietly. Before quickening his pace. He buried his face in the crook of your neck so he could hear those angelic sounds you were making.

“Sang Woo” you moaned as he fucked you. He hitched your leg up under his arm, better hitting your g-spot. Making you lose your mind. “That feels so good” you said too loudly. He put his palm over your mouth. Which his free hand, he grabbed your other leg, slinging them both on your shoulder. His deep groans making you wetter as you wrapped around his cock.

“Fuck don’t stop” you pleas quietly. He took both legs off his shoulders, spreading them out further as he placed himself deeper between your legs. His large hands gripped your ass, slamming into you as he brought you up to meet his thrusts. He fucked you like you were going to disappear the next day.

“I’m going to cum” he tells you. “Fuck I’m going to cum” he brought his head down and bit your collarbone, leaving a deep purple mark as he released deep into you, not bothering to stop.

“Oh my god, you feel so good” you whimper. He pulled out and laid beside you, pulling you close to him. He put his fingers into your throbbing pussy, moving them rapidly in a motion you’d never felt before, but fuck did it feel so good. You clenched around him.

“Cum for me” he coaxed. “Come on angel, cum for me” he moved his hand so fast you couldn’t handle it anymore. You squirted on his hand, letting out stiff moans as you did. “Good girl” he praised you, gently finger fucking you until you met your release. You two laid in the afterglow of your high, you small body illuminated by the yellow glow of your bathroom light. He rubbed your back gently before reaching for him pants, grabbing a cigarette and a lighter from them.

“Opened the window a little.” You say. “It better ventilates the room” he nodded and opened the window. You laid next to him, rubbing your thighs together as your mixed cum seeped from your slit. He looked down at you and smiled.

“Hey, don’t go fucking other guys when you go to that program.” He orders.

“If you promise me you won’t like, hook up with some chick and get married while I’m that far away”

“Well for one, I already told you, I’m hard to deal with. And secondly, I don’t want to share you with a bunch of other guys”

“You didn’t say that you wouldn’t hook up with another chick” you smirk.

“I won’t go hook up with another chick”

“Or?”

“Or get married” he softly grabbed your neck, pulling you to kiss him. “I promise” he snaked his arm around you to grip your ass. Putting out his cigarette in the ashtray by your bed, and reaching behind you to grab the blanket and pulling it over you,

“Your dad won’t-“

“Nope. My bed room door is locked and thjs bathroom connects to my room. The bathroom door is closed and he won’t enter without knocking. He has his own bathroom.” You cut him off. “Don’t worry, if he comes looking, just walked into the bathroom and close my door and when he does start calling for you just walk out” you add.

A quiet breath he was holding was let out into the silence. He kissed the top of your head and wrapped another protective arm around you.

“Good night, angel” he says.

“Good night, Sangie” you reply. Sangie? He said to himself. A nickname he now had that only you could ever call him.

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She is My One and All

𖤐Pairing: Husband! Price x Wife! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: fluff, language, kissing, praising, children, married couple, use of John, overprotective, smoking,

𖤐Summary: I mean can you blame him? You carried his children for 9 months and you are so perfect, of course the man is going to be whipped for his wife

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7:00PM

Getting ready for the Military Ball, Y/n was just putting in her earrings and was doing the last bit of her makeup, John was downstairs talking with his mother on not to give Beau and Iris candy after a certain time, almost like the gremlins.

"My love, are you almost done?" John came into the master bedroom and coming around the corner to the big bathroom, he shared with her.

"Almost," she says, John stops in the doorway and looks at his wife, mesmerized by how she looks in her silk white dress. She then peaks at him through the mirror. "What is it?" She asked.

"Nothing...you just look beautiful," he says.

"Thank you," she puts her brush down and walks to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing his lips. "You look very handsome," she says, messing with the collar of his shirt and rolling the tie in her right hand.

"I try," he smirks.

"Mum, do you have to go?" Beau came into the bedroom.

"Yes, baby, I do, you'll have fun with grandma, you always do, what's wrong this time?" She asked.

"I just don't want you to go."

"What about me?" John looks at his son kind of offended.

"You'll be fine, you have friends there."

John just shakes his head at his son and rolls his eyes. "Whatever," John said, he placed his hand on Y/n's hip and looks at her. "You ready now?"

"Yes, come on," she grabs her purse and John grabs his keys. They told their kids goodbye, to behave, and go to bed on time, and they'll be home later tonight.

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7:30PM

John opened the car door and helped Y/n out, she linked her hand through John's arm as they walked up to huge mansion. Y/n looks at the white marble, it was gorgeous but it wasn't drawing John's attention, his eyes were only on Y/n.

"Price!" Both John and Y/n looked to see where the voice came from and it was Kyle, he waved to both of them.

"You go on ahead, I'm gonna go find a drink," Y/n tells him.

"You are?"

"Yep," she kisses his cheek. "Go talk with them, you haven't seen them in a year, go on."

Y/n walked to the bar and had asked for a mai tai, she takes a few sips as then someone had approached her, she ignored them at first cause she knew it wasn't her husband.

"Hey," the guy said, she moves her eyes to look out of her peripheral.

"Hi," she gives him a short response.

"I see you're alone? You here with a friend, or where you part of-"

"I wasn't part of the military and I'm here with my husband," Y/n cuts the guy off. "And who are you?"

"I'm Jake Herron-well...Sargent Jake Herron," he sounds cocky, full of himself, an asshole. "I'm here alone." He adds in like that was suppose to mean anything to Y/n.

"Again, my husband," she repeats, she picks up her drink and starts moving to where the last time she saw John.

"Hey wait!" Jake grabs Y/n's wrist.

"Let go," Y/n says, trying to yank her wrist away, but Jake held a good grip on her.

"No, wait, just talk to me, give me a chance-"

"I'm sorry did you not hear me, the first time? I have a husband, I am very much NOT INTERESTED IN YOU!" She yanks her wrist, getting it freed and she slightly falls back but was caught.

"The fuck is going on?" John says, his voice deep and serious as his focus was on Jake because he knows he's the one who started it.

"Captain...I...I umm~"

"I'm pretty sure, my wife told you she is married, so get your ass moving," some of the people that were around all glared at Jake and started moving towards Jake, not touching him but instead puffing out their chests in a way and pushing him out that way.

"What was that about?" John asked, holding Y/n close to him.

"I don't know, I've never experienced that before," she says.

"And you won't again, not while I'm here," he says.

"Y/N!!" Kyle yells hugging her.

"See you're turning heads, Y/n," Simon says.

"I don't want to be," she said.

"You want a cigar?" Johnny asked Y/n, offering her one of his big cigars.

"Oh, no thank you, Johnny," Y/n politely declines as John takes one and lights it. Both Johnny, Simon and John were smoking each a cigar, while Kyle and Y/n just stood to the side listening to the guys speak.

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8:30PM

Kyle and Y/n had walked to these couches sitting in the middle of the room while John was still with Johnny and Simon outside smoking, but John wasn't focused on the conversation anymore but was focused on his wife.

Y/n's head was resting on her hand that made a fist, she reached out and placed her hand on Kyle's hand to agree with him, her smile was bright, brighter then this Heavens Gate white lighting in this mansion.

John trusted his friends, so he isn't going to storm to Kyle and yank him off that couch and possibly chuck him out of the mansion.

"Price, you listening?" Simon says.

"Hello?" Johnny then says.

"Sorry, no, I wasn't, what were we talking about?" John said to them both.

"Never mind, you were looking at her the whole time," Simon said.

"Sorry," John says, turning and looking at her again.

"You are so fucking whipped for her," Johnny laughs and Simon chuckles.

"Of course I am...she carried my children for 9 months, and she is the woman I've been asking for my whole life...I'm fucking lucky to even have her in my life."

"Whipped," Simon says.

"You both have wives, you're not like this?" John asked.

"Oh no we are," Johnny says.

"Mine drives me absolutely mad," Simon says, putting his head back but held a smirk on his face, if you catch his drift.

"You could say that again."

"Whipped," John then says.

"John." Y/n walks up to her husband. "I think I'm ready to go." And with that sentence, John and Y/n both said their goodbyes to John's friends and headed back home for the night.

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9:10PM

Y/n had opened the front door, John comes in behind her and before Y/n could bend down to take off her heels, John had beat her to it, lifting her foot out of the heel and placing her foot on the ground and doing the same with the other foot.

"Mum?" John calls out. He removes his jacket and Y/n walked further into the living room.

"John," she whispers. Looking over the couch there was John's mom on the couch with Beau snuggled to her left, Iris on her right and a children's book that fell on their grandma's chest. All three passed out.

"So cute," Y/n says. She picks up Iris and John picked up Beau.

John watches Y/n tuck Iris into bed and hearing a yawn they turned and saw John's mom.

"Well, good morning sleeping beauty." John jokes with her and earned a smack on his shoulder.

"You two are back early."

"Someone wanted to leave," John says.

"I just wanted to get back home," Y/n says, walking to the door and shutting it behind her. "Thank you for watching them."

"Of course, and I'll keep doing it too, they are such sweethearts."

"Well, they have a good mother." John says.

"And they have a good father," Y/n smiles up at him.

"You both are perfect."

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John had escorted his mom to her car and waved her goodbye as Y/n was inside getting her pajamas on ready for bed.

"Mum says bye, by the way."

"I wish I was done there, but I'm so tired."

"She understands, you're a mother, and you just got back from a party basically," he says, as he starts getting his pajamas on.

John sits on the bed and gets under the covers, and cuddles close to Y/n.

"Did you have fun?"

"I did."

"What did you and Kyle talk about?"

"The good old days with you two being in the military, funny moments, stuff like that," she shrugs her shoulders.

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Waking up the next morning, John was getting ready for his morning routine run, he was downstairs when he sees Iris come down.

"Hi, baby."

"Daddy, where's mama?"

"Still in bed."

"Where are you going?" She asked.

"Out for a run like usual."

"Can I come?"

"Not today, baby."

"Morning," Y/n says, yawning and coming down the stairs, Iris runs towards Y/n and she picks her up.

John looks at Y/n who was in one of his shirts and some shorts. Y/n then walks to him and stood on her tippy toes and kissed his lips.

"Be safe."

"I will."

"Daddy are you going to bring me back a pretty rock?"

"You know I will." John always did a few laps around a nearby park and always collected the prettiest rocks for Iris, he usually brought back 2 or 3...maybe 4 if he's lucky.

"Bye, I'll be back, soon," he smiles.

"Bye, say bye, Iris."

"Bye, daddy."

[lilylushes]

idk if u take requests but like... jealous lulu?? i need this in my life pls

I made it smutty AF hope that's okay lol

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“Do you want another drink, baby?” your boyfriend, Luigi asked you, his hand around your waist and mouth touching your ear so you could hear him through the loud music at the bar.

“Yes, please - just another vodka cran would be amazing.” You turned your head to give him a quick kiss.

“Be right back, okay?” he smiles and gives your ass a small slap, walking over to the bar.

You turn back to your friends but they must have gone to the bathroom. You wait at your cocktail table alone, but not for long. A man comes up to you, beginning to flirt with you and asking you questions about what you do, what you like, etc.

“I’m sorry, I’m flattered, but I have a boyfriend who I’m very happy with.”

“Bet he doesn’t treat you as good as I would,” he says, moving towards you and putting his hand on your ass, causing you to back away.

“You have two seconds to get the hell out of this bar before I kick your ass.” You realize that Luigi has returned with your drink. The man removes his hand from you, exchanging a couple of remarks with your boyfriend, before leaving.

“Sorry that happened, baby. Finish that and let’s get out of here, okay?” he leans down to talk into your ear.

For the rest of the time you spend at the bar, Luigi becomes extra protective of you, not leaving your side, always touching you, and asking if you’re okay about once every thirty seconds. His tone is serious and his voice is deep.The alcohol is taking effect and you’re just fine with it, even turned on by it.

On the Uber ride home, Luigi holds your hand, but seems tense. The closer you get to your place, the farther up your thigh your and Luigi’s hands go.

“I’m gonna change, take my makeup off, and go to bed, okay?” you whisper to him as you arrive.

“Yeah, bed sounds great.”

Once you reach your bedroom, before you can go to the bathroom, Luigi grabs you.

“Y/N, you know I don’t like getting jealous, but I couldn’t help it when that creep was talking to you tonight.” he says in a deep, almost groaning voice. His hand goes to your waist and brings you close to him. You can feel tightness in his pants.

You wrap your hands around your boyfriend’s neck. “Lu, you know you’re my one and only. Nobody would make me turn my head. I love you and you’re stuck with me as long as you want, okay?” you smiled at him.

But he wasn’t in that kind of mood. As you leaned in to give him a peck, he crashed your lips together, going into a hungry, open-mouthed kiss. You explored each other’s mouths, ripping off one another’s clothes while you came up for air. Your hands were all over each other, and your kisses swallowed your loud moans.

“On your knees, baby - now.” You knew you were in for some mind blowing sex whenever he got this dominant. You sank to your knees, eyes remaining locked with his. He removed his boxers, allowing his hard cock to spring free.

“Suck me off, baby. Show me what that mouth can do, okay?”

You pump him in your hand for a couple of strokes, licking his veins and playing with his tip and precum.

“I said suck, baby, not tease. You know I cum fast when you do that.”

You let out a flirty, moaning laugh, before taking him into your mouth as far as you could, causing him to gasp.

“God, baby, that mouth is gonna be the death of m- fuck,” he moans, closing his eyes.

You continue blowing him while he has his hands in your hair, occasionally sucking his balls and teasing his tip, which made him drop a series of expletives every time. You look up at him while you suck him off, driving him crazy.

“Those eyes, baby, ugh, I’m gonna cum seeing you on your knees and looking up at me like this while you suck my cock. Yeah, you like having this cock in your mouth?”

You suck him more intensely and passionately, moaning every time you take him. He begins to thrust his cock into your throat.

“Gonna come for you, baby, you’re gonna swallow it all, okay?” he struggles between moans.

You moan to acknowledge him, which also causes his release. He brings your head to the base of his cock, grunting while his cum spills down your throat.

He brings his thumb to your chin, the rest of his hand helping to tilt it upwards.

“Show me.”

You open your mouth, still staring into his eyes innocently, showing him that you’ve taken all of his seed.

“Good girl, always such a good girl for me.” He brings his hand out to help you up before holding your face and bringing you in for a passionate kiss. 

“I love you so much, y/n. Let me show you how much, okay?” he tucks your hair behind your ear. “Get on the bed, baby,” he whispers.

You follow his directions, putting your head on the pillow. He climbs on top of you, kissing you some more while his hands explore the upper half of your body.

“Lu,” you moan, “need you.”

“I know, baby, I just want to worship every part of you. But what my good girl wants, she gets,” he comes up for another kiss.

“Gonna make you feel so good,” he says, breaking away and bringing himself to your core.

With that, he wraps his arms around each of your thighs and licks your folds, making you moan. He looks up at you to gauge how good his tongue is making you feel.

“Mmm, love my baby’s pussy so much. You taste so good, dolcezza.”

He takes his right hand to insert 2 fingers into your hole, causing you to clench immediately.

“Gonna cum, baby? Could anyone else make you feel this good, yeah? That fucking douchebag?” while his fingers curl in your cunt, his mouth continues working on your clit.

“N-n-no” is all you can get out. Your moans become louder and stronger.

“Please let me come, Lu, baby, please.” you say, holding onto his curls.

“Go ahead, baby, cum on my mouth, wanna taste my baby girl’s cum.”

With that, you release onto his mouth, making him moan too. He laps up all of your juices before coming back up to your level.

“Mine. All mine.” he says with a smile. You take your index finger to wrap around his chain, pulling him in for a kiss.

“Can you please fuck me now, Lu? Need your cock inside me, need you to fill me up with your cock and cum.”

“Of course, baby. Been waiting to do this all night. You look so hot, had me hard for you all night, just thinking about fucking you the whole time.” 

He lines himself up to your entrance, sliding in slowly, causing both of you to moan while looking into each other’s eyes.

After allowing you to adjust for a few seconds, he begins thrusting in and out at a fast pace. He leans down to connect your foreheads

“You’re mine baby. Fucking mine.”

“I’m all yours, Lu. Only yours.” you tell him with your hands on the sides of his face.

Hearing this made Luigi quicken his thrusts even more. You can tell that he’ll cum soon. He takes your legs from wrapping around his hips and brings them as far back as they’ll go. The new angle has you a moaning mess on the edge of orgasm.

“Whose pussy is this?” he asks, gazing into your soul.

“Yours” you moan.

“Say my fucking name, baby.” he replies in a deep, serious voice.

“Yours Luigi, This pussy belongs to you. Nobody could ever fuck me as good as you do.”

He lets out a noise that you can only describe as animalistic, before his thrusts get sloppy.

“Cum with me baby, okay? Love making my pretty girl cum on this cock.”

You unravel beneath him, moaning and gasping, which triggers his own release. He thrusts into you a few more times, pushing his cum up into your cunt, before laying down beside you and bringing you into his chest.

“You’re mine, baby. Can’t live without you. I love you so much.” he takes your hand and kisses it before interlocking your fingers.

“I love you too, baby,” you reply.

[bloodlineslut]

Hi can you do a Roman reigns text scene where oc gets home late from the club and Roman is up waiting and she’s in a provocative outfit 🩷

Up Waiting | Roman Reigns

Pairings: Roman Reigns x black! reader

Warnings: fluff, Roman taking care of slightly drunk girlfriend

Summary: You stayed out a bit past the time you told Roman you would be home, so he texts you, and when you get home, he takes care of you and notices the sexy outfit you wore to the club.

Word Count: 637 (this is a drabble)

A/N: thank you to whoever requested this, it was a cute little idea!!

You had sobered up a little by the time the Uber Black Escalade had come to a stop in front of you and Roman’s house.

You fumbled in the dark car’s backseat, searching for your purse and giggling. “Girl, you are such a lightweight! One drinkkkk, mm mm mm.” Your girl friends, Naomi and Cameron were laughing and giggling too.

“Yea yea, shut up alcoholics,” You tease them back.

Naomi saw one of the lights in the living room turn on through the curtains. “Ooh girl Roman is up, you better get yo’ ass in there!” She opens the car door for you.

“Girl he ain’t my dad!” You look back over your shoulder with an eyebrow raised, trying to be stern, but all three of you ended up laughing again. This Uber driver is probably never going to pick ya’ll up again.

“He might as well be, you call him Daddy!” Ariane chimes in as she twerks in the car seat, knowing that you told them a long time ago that Roman likes when you twerk on him.

Your hands cover your mouth as you playfully scream and finally step out of the SUV. “Girl bye!! Love you guys!” You blow them kisses and they do the same to you.

As you walk up the driveway in your black pumps, you were still on cloud nine thinking of the night you had with your girls. It was always a good time with them.

Before you could even put your key in the door, it swung open and there stood your man in nothing but some grey sweatpants and his glasses.

“Baby, get in here.” His hand grabbed yours, closing and locking the front door, and leading you into the kitchen.

“Sit down.” He points to one of the barstools at the counter and you obediently oblige.

You couldn’t help but look at him fixing you a nice cold glass of water before pouring some electrolyte powder in it and swirling it around.

“Drink this. All of it, princess. You know I was worried about y-” His words cut off as he actually got a look at your outfit you wore tonight.

It was an all red one-piece short set with long sleeves that had fur on the wrists, but your ass was swallowing the shorts. At least you had on tights…

“Baby stand up real quick.” You stand up after taking a long sip of the water-electrolyte combination.

Still having a little liquid courage in your system, you slowly turn around, giving him a full 360 of everything. “Isn’t this so cute?” You say, looking down at how the ensemble hugged your curves in all the right places.

“If I had known this is what you wore, I would’ve got home a little earlier…” His large hands trailed from your waist to grab two handfuls of your plump cheeks.

“Ooh! Sir, I don’t know you like that.” You play coy, teasing him, getting him riled up. Your hands were now on his naked, firm chest.

Roman’s bottom lip was captured by his teeth as he looked down at you with nothing but hunger.

He suddenly bent down, wrapping his strong and chiseled arms around your thighs to raise you up over his shoulder, your ass now in the air.

“Damn babe!” You yelp out, seeing nothing but his back and his ass that you liked to grab every now and then, so you let your intrusive thoughts win.

You felt him clench slightly. “Aye, watch out babygirl.” He warns before landing a soft but dominating slap on your ass.

“I gotta put your ass to bed..” He sighs out, slowly shaking his head and walking to your shared master bedroom, knowing he would probably melt at your naughty advances if you even attempt to tonight.

The end.

[nameless-jamie]

The Hangover Helper

Masterlist

Jamie Tartt x fem! PA reader

TW: cursing, suggestive scenes

7:32 AM – Jamie Tartt’s Flat

Y/N knew exactly what she was walking into before she even stepped inside.

The second she opened the door (thankfully, she remembered to use the spare key Jamie had given her after the fourth time he lost his own), she was hit with the overwhelming stench of tequila, regret, and expensive cologne.

The place was a disaster.

Clothes on the floor. A half-eaten kebab on the coffee table. A single sock dangling from the ceiling fan—she didn’t even wanna ask.

And then, from the depths of his bedroom, came the unmistakable sound of a dying man.

She sighed, rolling her eyes. Here we go.

With her coffee in one hand and zero patience in the other, she made her way to his room, nudging the door open with her foot.

And there he was.

Jamie Tartt. Top half covered, bottom half naked...as usual.

Premier League footballer. Richmond’s golden boy. A man so dramatic he made Shakespeare look like a realist.

Currently, he was face-down in his pillows, covered by half a blanket, groaning like he’d been personally cursed by the gods.

“Oh my god,” he mumbled, voice muffled. “Close the door. It’s too loud an' bright.”

She scoffed. “Jamie, the door is silent. You’re hungover, not a vampire.”

Another groan. “I might be. Feels like I’m dyin’.”

She took a long, deliberate sip of her coffee. “Good. Serves you right.”

Jamie peeked one bloodshot eye out from his cocoon of suffering. “That’s well cruel. What happened to ‘in sickness and in health,’ eh?”

She snorted. “That’s marriage, Jamie. I’m your assistant, not your wife.”

Jamie smirked weakly. “Dunno. Feels like we’re emotionally married at this point. You've already kissed me that one time, remember?”

“I told you it was an accident, Jamie! I wasn't in the right state of mind. You said it's okay and that you won't mention it again! God, if I were your wife I'd want a divorce.”

He rolled his eyes and mumbled something along the lines of "How do you even kiss someone 'on accident'" into his pillow

She ignored him and clapped her hands. “C’mon, superstar, time to get up.”

Jamie groaned louder, dramatically flopping onto his back. “Can’t. Won’t. Refuse.”

“You have training.”

“I have a headache.”

“Your fault.”

“You’re mean.”

“You’re annoying.”

Jamie pouted, fully committing to his dramatics. “I thought you were supposed to take care of me.”

She crossed her arms. “I do. Every day. Which is why I know you have exactly seven minutes before I call Roy and tell him you’re too hungover to come in.”

Jamie bolted upright.

His head immediately regretted it.

“Fuck,” he winced, grabbing his temples. “Don’t be evil.”

She grinned. “Then move your fine ass.”

Jamie huffed, flopping back down. “Alright. But you gotta help me.”

“Help you what?”

He smirked that smirk, eyes half-lidded and full of mischief. “Get dressed. I’m all weak an’ vulnerable, babe.”

She rolled her eyes so hard they almost fell out of her skull. “You literally run ten miles in a match, Jamie.”

He made grabby hands. “Too hungover. You gotta do it.”

She threw a pillow at his face.

Jamie cackled, but it quickly turned into a pained groan as his head protested the movement.

“Christ,” he muttered, rubbing his temples. “Never lettin’ Jack Daniels win again.”

She sat on the edge of the bed, sighing. “How bad is it?”

Jamie dramatically collapsed onto her lap, throwing an arm over his eyes.

“Swear down, I’d die without ya,” he mumbled, half-asleep already.

Her heart stuttered, but she refused to let him know that.

Instead, she poked his forehead. “You wouldn’t. You’d just be late to training and piss off Roy.”

Jamie sighed, sinking deeper into her lap, voice all sleepy and soft.

“Same thing, innit?”

She let out a small breath, barely suppressing a smile as she ran her fingers through his messy hair.

“Alright, drama queen,” she muttered, nudging his shoulder. “If I make you coffee, will you actually get up?”

Jamie peeked up at her, grinning lazily. “Only if you drink it with me in bed.”

She scoffed. “Not happening.”

“Then I ain’t movin’.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Fine. I’ll just text Roy then.”

Jamie immediately sat up. “Fuckin’ hell, woman. You’re ruthless.”

She smirked. “And yet, you’d die without me?”

Jamie stretched his arms over his head, his shirt riding up just enough to reveal a sliver of his abs. He definitely did that on purpose.

“Yeah, well,” he said, giving her a slow, sleepy grin, “at least I’d die lookin’ at somethin’ pretty.”

She rolled her eyes again, trying to ignore the warmth creeping up her neck.

“You’re insufferable,” she muttered, standing up.

Jamie flopped back onto the bed, making a dramatic show of reaching for her. “Don’t leave me, love.”

She turned around in the doorway, shaking her head. “I’ll be back with coffee. Make some room in bed for me.”

Jamie sighed. “You’re an angel.”

“And you’re a pain in my ass.”

Jamie grinned. “You love it.”

She didn’t answer.

Because, unfortunately for her, he might actually be right.

[witless-winion1]

Reread your fic and it got me thinking:

God Games reprise/parody but it's the crew in the afterlife discussing whether to help Odysseus during 600 strike. Different arguments and stuff but same musical structure.

After getting Perimedes but to the tune of the Aphrodite name intro in God Games stuck in my head, I need to share this concept with someone. Uh, Polities is Athena and the one in Odysseus's defense. Eurylochus gets Ares' bit (the Ares, Ares intro chant is Euryl-ochus). Elpenor gets Apollo's part. Idk who the others are. Zeus's bit is Hades because they're trying to convince him to let them leave the Underworld temporarily to go kick his brother's ass (except he's not a sore loser).

oh my god

oh my god

OH MY GOD

OH MY-

HOLY SHIT THATS-

wiaitwoaiyeaitwaitwaitwait

H A N G ON

Thank you for rereading my fanfic!!! :)

I feel like Eurylochus would be better as Hephaestus because he has MANY MIXED FEELINGS that cancel out to become a real emotional neutrality, like Hephaestus’s stoic neutrality, and both are one push away from deciding in the other’s favor. Does that make sense? I’m incomprehensible when excited

There’s not enough named men in EPIC to fill every role, so we might have to get…creative…

Thank you, you’ve cursed my brain to loop ✨~Periiimeeddeeesss~✨ or elPEnor 🦜

Zeus- Hades

Athena- Polites

Apollo- Elpenor (argument: Ody didn’t care enough to notice when he died on Circe’s island) (counter argument is that he was stressed tf out and still high on moly, he wasn’t great at counting heads, also it was Elpenor’s fault for getting drunk, like how Athena basically says “the sirens were trying to kill him, you dolt”)

Hephaestus- Eurylochus (the argument is literally the same as Hephaestus’s, but he’s on the verge of tears) (Poli just kinda murmurs something about it being many people’s fault, including Eury’s, and then hugs him, and Eury just barely chokes out his agreement)

Aphrodite- Perimedes (argument: is sacrificed six men to Scylla! And he gestures to six traumatized souls in the corner— counter argument is that there was no other way unless they’d all rather get thrashed by Poseidon instead of only six being eaten by Scylla) (or maybe he just points out how stupid it was to fix himself to the Cyclopes, and Poli goes “..a guy can make mistakes, can’t he? He’s just a man…”

Ares- ……an older, gruffer solider that’s bitter with Ody for just giving into Zeus’s demand to choose instead of using his Buff Brain like he has been this whole time (with the counter-argument that it’s LITERALLY ZEUS, KING OF GODS)? Or Hades pulls up a Trojan guard/solider that got killed, but idk how Polites would convince him…

Hera- I’m thinking either a) Persephone (because Zeus used his wife and also Persephone wanted to be included and Hades wasn’t gonna tell her no), and she’s already kinda “I’m fine with letting him go but I wanna mess with this funny little pancake boy” or b) a killed siren that Hades fetches, but he accidentally grabs a younger one that had no idea what was really happening during the massacre and is really confused so she just goes “uh-um, who? Some guy who wants to get home? Sure go help him but first you gotta sing with me” (like Hera’s disco battle)

it’s be fun if we could add Tiresias, Anticlea, or Astyanax in, but that probably wouldn’t work because

Tiresias- I can see him being irritated by Ody screaming in his face like an angry owl; he would be a good option, but I can’t see him fitting anywhere here

Anticlea:- are you kidding? That’s just Hades rigging the game in Polites’ favor. She’d say “YES GO GET MY BOY BACK HOME. EVERYONE’S WWAAAAIIITTIIIINNNNGGG FOR HIM” before Polites could even open his mouth. The entire verse would literally just be harmonizing the Waiting motif.

Astyanax: it’s a baby.

I’m actually so tempted to write the song or a fanfic about this, bestie you’re a fucking genius I hope you understand that

if anybody has any ideas or points, please please share them!!! This is such a cool concept

[sturns-mermaid]

Jealousy

ღ wc: 991

reader & matt povs | warnings: player chris, making out + touching, drinking, clubbing - let me know if I missed any | proofread by Sofia!

more of them here

shoutout to @sofia-is-a-sturniolo-triplet-fan for letting me yap to her about this au!!

The loud music from the club speakers echoed through your ears as your hips swayed to the music. It was a casual Friday night. You and a friend had decided to have your weekly night out. It was a tradition of sorts to go out on Friday night, pre-game for the weekend. You were dressed in your favorite clubbing outfit, with great shoes and hair perfectly styled. The Weeknd plays through the speakers as your friend dances with you, her hands resting on your hips as you dance. 

Yet you could feel someone’s eyes on you from across the room. Usually, you would shrug it off, being used to guys constantly hitting on you. Glancing over to the club's far side, you meet eyes with a brunette who was man spreading over the club’s couch, a drink in hand as his smirk widened. You scoff slightly as your friend whispers teasing words in your ear from behind you. “He’s so into you,” she whispers, giggling. You roll your eyes as you spin around to face her, letting out a small giggle. “Don’t care, we’re here to get wasted. Screw men,” you say as you see her groan, her hands resting on you, caressing your shoulders softly. “When’s the last time had fun?” she questions winking. You sigh as you realize you haven’t had a casual hookup in a while, but these days no one is worth your time. It’s not like you wanted something real, more like someone with common decency and brain cells.

Yet somehow, you still found yourself being dragged towards his presence. The reason might be that your friend hauled you over to where he was sitting. Or maybe it was his warming smile and soft stare, a big contrast from the smirk he had on earlier. Was this all an act? Surely he didn't want to hit that badly. You watched as he ran his hair through his messy brunette locks.

“Want a drink?” he asked as he smiled and handed you a glass of mystery liquid, to which you glared at him. Did he think you were that dumb to drink something that you didn’t know what it was? He noticed your look and chuckled slightly. “Pepsi,” he said as he took the straw between his plump lips and drank some. Oddly, you found yourself relaxing slightly as you two talked and laughed. He was nice? Which was somewhat surprising to you, since most guys only wanted one thing. That's how you found yourself giving him your number at the end of the night, handing him back his phone as your fingers brushed against his. Perhaps it was the few shots you had prior or his intense gaze on your full lips that made you both lean against the brick wall outside the club. 

His hands rested on your hips as your back was against the wall, his tongue swirling against yours, both of your movements slow and sensual. His hands traveled to your down further grabbing your ass and kneading the flesh slowly. Causing you to whimper into the kiss, you pulled back slightly watching him pant as he caught his breath. Your eyes scanned over his features taking in the goofy smile that was plastered on his face and his soft blue eyes. You bit your lip leaning your head to continue your make-out session, but before you could you were interrupted by the sound of heels clicking against the concrete. “Oh god you two get a room,” she teases as she pulls her purse over her shoulder groaning. “Let’s go I called an Uber” she slurs as she stumbles slightly gripping the wall for support. You gently pat Chris’s chest as you slip away and to your friend’s side helping her stand up. “See you around,” you mutter as he flashes you a grin and walks back into the club.

-

Matt’s pov

Oh god, he was annoying, now he was flirting with some other girl. How many girls could he possibly hit on in one night, this was getting old. I love my brother dearly, but he’s such a player, always putting on this fake facade as Mr. Nice Guy. He just uses girls and then disposes of them like they're nothing. I sat on the nearby chair beside Nick, watching how he talked with the last girl before they went outside and did god knows what. I hope she doesn’t text him, she looked way too good for him anyway. Sometimes I wish I was better at talking to people, mostly girls but also people in general, that’s why it’s a surprise I’m even at this club. But Chris and Nick begged me to drive them here because Chris didn’t want to drive. 

I sat sulking slightly in my seat as I watched the girl from earlier stumble back inside with her drunk friend clinging to her side. I wonder if she left something. I scan over her figure and the way she’s caring for her friend helping her lean onto her. She walks over to a club employee and starts asking something, I can’t quite hear as the loud music blares through the speakers. I didn’t even realize Chris was nudging me in the arm as he talked about something, a different girl perched on his lap. “Sorry, what?” I question, snapping out of my thoughts and looking at him. 

He shifts as he nudges the girl off of his lap scooting closer to me. “I got her number,” he says as he leans back into the couch grinning his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. I sit up and advert my gaze away from the girl and to my hands, as they fidgeted in my lap. I drowned out Chris’s voice as he bragged about how many girl numbers he had gotten that night, focusing on the way she smiled and laughed with him earlier wishing it was me.

-

note: I know this is a slow start dw I'm cooking fr!!

divider by: @anitalenia

tags: @itsmaddielouis @oliviasthatgirl @scorpio1205 @submattenthusiast @mattsplaything @courta13 @anyaa2s @sturnshood @stxrsniolo @heartsonlyforchris @immaqulate @t0riiiis @conspiracy-ash @brianna-grace12 @pasteldreams @sweetshuga

[synvil]

say you love me // matt sturniolo + chris sturniolo

synopsis : not saying “i love you” back to your bfs, a tiktok trend.

tiktok trends masterlist !

matt sturniolo (☆´3｀)

‘i’m abt done here, so ill pick up some food for us and be home in like 10 mins.’

matt was currently out doing some errands and such, and is in the middle of texting you as he prepares to leave and head home, letting you know the plan.

you respond back fairly quickly, a smile lacing on your lips as you decide to mess with him a little. ‘okayy, sounds good. see u soon :)’

your text causes the boy to smile lightly and he buckles his seatbelt, texting back. ‘i love you, angel’

‘mmh!’

you can’t help the giggles that escape you as he furrows his brows at the screen and sits in the car, staring at the phone in his hand as he tries again. ‘i love u [name]’

‘yup! be safee’

within seconds, your phone suddenly begins to vibrate, signaling that matt was calling. stifling a laugh, you clear your throat and answer. “yeah babe?”

“[name], what’s wrong? did i do something?” the immediate concern in his voice nearly causes you to give in as you purse your lips and feel your chest warm. “what do you mean?”

matt frowns as he leans back in his seat and crosses an arm over his chest. “you aren’t saying it back. what did i do?”

“awh, honey. im sorry, i was just teasing you. i love you, matt.” you coo, already feeling bad and matt huffs lightly. “god, you’re so much sometimes.. i love you more, dumbass. pizza still okay?”

“heh, sounds delicious. see you soon, matt.”

“alright. love you, angel.”

breaking into a wide smile, you chuckle. “i love you more.”

chris sturniolo (⸝⸝⍢⸝⸝) ෆ

“mmh, my baby is all dressed up, looking sexy.”

chris curls his lips into a smirk as he brings an arm behind his head to rest against his pillow while his other hand holds his phone as he lays in bed. “where you headed to?”

you giggle at chris’ words and smooth down your jacket a little, adjusting it before turning to the mirror in his room to look for any last minute changes. “i’m heading out with some friends, we’re going shopping.”

“mmh, pick out something pretty then. can’t wait to see it.” chris calls out, directing his attention back to his phone and you hum, picking up your purse off the bedside table. “i’ll take pictures.”

“alright, have fun. i love you, babe.”

“i will. i like you more.” you quickly say in response, speedily making your way to the door, and just as your hand grabs the handle, chris stops you. “nuh uh, get your ass back here.”

you bite your tongue from releasing a laugh and glance back innocently. “what? i’m going to be late.”

chris narrows his eyes as he stares up at you in disbelief. “i love you, princess.”

“i like you too baby, now can i go?”

chris appears unamused, quickly growing impatient as he stands up and heads over to you, and you swallow to keep your composure. once he arrives at your side, he cups your chin and presses you against the door.

peering down at you, he tilts his head and tries again, this time more firmly and staring right into your eyes.

“[name]. i love you. now say it back and say it right.”

feeling the warmth spreading across your cheeks, you shyly look away and murmur. “..i love you, chris..”

the man only smirks and pecks your lips before pulling away. “good girl. you’re lucky i don’t teach you a lesson.” he warns casually before making his way back to his bed and waves his hand dismissively.

“see you later, baby.”

a/n : i lowkey don’t know how to write chris but gave it my best shot !! hope you guys enjoyed :)

synvil™️

[witchygagirlwrites]

Jay Halstead x Reader

Jay wants you but won't admit it until he sees someone else wanting you

Sex, clothed sex in the precinct?

You sat next to Kim, trying to listen as her and Adam told you about something Makayla was doing at school. You were desperately trying to act like your attention wasn’t on your partner or the way his lips moved around the edge of that beer bottle, the way his hand gripped it. Fuck, you were losing your shit. Hailey bumped you lightly and whispered “Are you good?” 

You shook yourself out of your stupor and nodded “Yeah, I’m um gonna go pay my tab” she nodded and slid back to let you move over her legs out of the booth. “Hey, hold up. I’ll walk with you. Need to pay mine too” Jay called and you tried not to show on your face that you were mentally cursing. You needed a breather away from him. You weren’t sure what the hell was going on lately between you and your partner of the last two years but the dynamic had shifted and it was choking you.

You forced a smile onto your face and cut your eyes at him as you made it over Hailey’s legs “Well come on then Halstead. I don’t go all night” he rolled his eyes “Like you got anywhere to be” you shrugged “Sorry if all of us don’t keep a rotation of beds to hop out of like some people” and grinned when he shook his head. 

You walked off from the table and heard his footsteps right before his hand brushed your lower back “You know I don’t have no damn rotation” you looked over your shoulder at him and shrugged “None of my business if you do, now is it?” then kept walking. 

When you made it to the bar, you leaned on the end and waved for Herrman. He nodded so you waited and felt Jay staring at you. You finally turned to face him “Yes?” he shook his head “You’ve been quiet tonight. Is something wrong?” A small smile slipped onto your face at the concern in his voice “No Jay, I’m good. I think I’m just tired” he studied your face for a moment then finally nodded “You know if you ever need me, whenever that may be all you have to do is call. I’ll come to you” 

You nodded then let a smirk slip onto your face “What if I call and you got a woman in your bed?” He rolled his eyes “Dammit, I’m trying to be a good friend, a good partner and you gotta call me a slut” You gasped lightly, grabbing your chest dramatically “I did not call you a slut! I implied you were!” he took a step closer to you, putting your back against the bar and his chest just a breath away from yours. You cut your eyes up to meet his, swallowing hard as he said “Sweetheart believe it or not I don’t need to be fucking a different woman every night. A real man doesn’t” 

“What does a real man do then Jay?” you asked and he leaned closer, hands caging you in and letting his lips brush the shell of your ear “A real man finds one woman, only needs one woman” he chuckled lightly when you cut your eyes up at him and shoved him, both of you laughing like you hadn’t probably just looked like you were on the verge of making out to the entire bar. “You’re an ass Jay” 

Your heart was pounding in your ears and you were fairly certain your panties were on the verge of being ruined just from that innocent of an interaction. Hell maybe you were the one in need of a random bed to hop into? He grinned “Still being honest”

About that time Herrman came back over and handed Jay a receipt then walked off. “Wait Herrman! My tab!” you called and he looked back with a grin “Your partner paid for ya sweetheart” you looked back at Jay who winked at you “You can get the drinks next time” you shook your head “You’re a pain” he nodded “Been called worse”

“Can I ask a question?” Adam asked and you groaned “You can ask, don’t mean I’m gonna answer” how the hell you’d managed to get stuck with Ruzek when partners had gotten switched around you weren’t sure but Hailey was with Kevin and Kim was with Jay while you were in the damn surveillance van.

“You and Halstead?” you nodded, eyes never leaving the screen but when he didn’t finish the thought you cut your eyes at him “What about me and Jay?” he shrugged “Are you two?” “Are we what Adam?” you asked and he rolled his eyes “Are you sleeping with him?”

“ADAM!” you gasped and he held up his hands defensively “Hey babe, this is a safe space. I have a daughter with my partner. I’m not judging” you shook your head “Christ, no. Ok? Jay doesn’t look at me like that. I’m just his partner” he nodded slowly, turning back to the screen then looked back at you “How do you look at him?” “RUZEK!” you warned and he nodded “Ok ok, sorry sorry”

Were you that obvious even to Adam? Damn what were you gonna do? You couldn’t very well be walking around looking like a love struck puppy at your partner, one of your best friends if he didn’t feel the same. It was pathetic and could ruin your friendship and partnership. “I think he wants you if it helps any” “Kim and Mack are the only reasons I don’t shoot you” you told him and he grinned “Thank god for my girls then”

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All of you stood together after the takedown. You poked at your arm where a bullet had grazed it. It didn’t really hurt, it was just the surface, might need a stitch or two but nothing serious. You heard Voight call your name and turned towards him “Yeah boss?” he nodded towards your arm “You need an ambo?” you shook your head “Hell no. I can drive myself to med” 

“Like hell. I’m driving you to med” Jay spoke from behind you. You turned to see him walking towards you, his eyes glued to your arm. Voight nodded “Ok, Jay take her to med then you two just come back to the precinct. The rest of us will finish up here and meet you two back at the house”

“Yes sir” you replied and Jay nodded towards his truck “Come on” you followed him out. Once the two of you were in his truck, he cut his eyes at you “Are you ok?” you smiled “I’m fine Jay, really” he shook his head “You got grazed sweetheart” you rolled your eyes “Don’t be dramatic Halstead” he reached a hand out to brush against yours “I’m not being dramatic. My partner is bleeding from a bullet” your heart flipped when his hand brushed yours and Adam’s words flashed through your head..nope you were not doing that. “I’ll be ok. Your brother will throw a stitch or two in and boom, I’ll have more scars to explain to any dates that go well”

He shook his head “Any man seeing any part of you and worrying about scars is a fucking idiot” you felt your face warm but played it off by saying “Well you’re lucky men get sexier with scars” he laughed lightly “So do women sweetheart”

“What do you think about this joint task force?” you asked Jay as the two of you sat in his truck, watching a house that was a place of interest. He shrugged “I don’t know. Sometimes other teams play well, other times they get in our way” 

“Guess we’ll see” you replied, eyes staying on the door of the house. He nodded “What happened to that last guy you were dating?” your head whipped around towards him “Lukas? We split like seven months ago Jay”

He nodded “I know. Why did you two split?” you shrugged “Wasn’t the right fit I guess?” “Oh” he replied and you felt a bit put off “Why do you ask?” he shook his head “No reason” you turned to face him “Jay, I can read your bullshit” he shrugged “Was just wondering”

“Why are you perpetually single since you and Erin split?” you asked and he grinned “Wouldn’t you like to know?” and turned his eyes back to the house. Oh this asshole! “Got your eyes on someone?” you asked and he cut his eyes at you “Do you?” oh this was the game he was playing, ok cool. “Nope, not at all” you replied turning to face out of the window but not missing the way he was still watching you intently.

“Don’t date some other asshole who doesn’t understand who you actually are” he added after a moment and you rolled your head to look at him “Don’t date some other bitch who is only interested in the fact that you’re hot. You’re actually more than a pretty face Jay” he grinned “You think I’m pretty?” you rolled your eyes “Christ, shut up!” and shook your head.

Voight stepped out of his office and everyone looked up. “The feds are headed up” all of you stood, walking around to sit on the edges of your desks as Trudy led a team of seven people up the stairs. Three women, three men then an older guy around Voight’s age.Guess a team was really picked to match intelligence this time.

Voight went around and introduced everyone one by one. Sara, Nikki, Henri, Paula, Samuel and Logan. Their boss was George. The decision was to combine the teams and make three teams of four. 

You and Jay ended up getting paired with Nikki and Samuel. Nikki was a bit taller than you with braids and dark brown eyes that were a gorgeous shade and a bright smile. Samuel was around Jay’s height, just as broad with light brown hair that was a big longer but suited him and he had hazel eyes that were damn near the shade of honey at the moment. “Look forward to working with you” he told you with a smile when he shook your hand.

You just did catch Jay’s reaction to Samuel introducing himself to you. He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed and damn he looked pissed. You cut your eyes at Adam who gave you a “Told ya so” look and rolled your eyes. That did not mean anything. Jay was not jealous..was he? Samuel was an attractive man…maybe you should flirt a little? Not enough to risk the job but enough to show interest? If Jay rose to the bait it would let you know once and for all he wanted you like you wanted him and well if he didn’t then Samuel would still be an option.

____________________

“Samuel, will you check my vest?” Jay normally checked your vest, even over your unit but Hank had encouraged all of you to play nice, right? Jay met your eyes and raised an eyebrow. All of you were gearing up in your blackout gear. This was a big hit and warranted it. Once you were vested you glanced over your shoulder at Samuel and smiled “Thanks honey” and motioned to his hair “Let me help you”

“Oh, ok” he turned and leaned down for you to help him tie his hair back. All the while you could feel Jay’s eyes boring a hole into your skull. Maybe Adam was onto something? Once you had Samuel’s hair fixed you grinned “There ya go” and walked over to Jay who watched you closely “Done flirting?” you cut your eyes at him “Excuse me?” he rolled his eyes “You’ve been flirting with him for hours” you shrugged “And if I want to, no one else wants me” 

He turned to look at you and you met his eyes before shrugging and walking away. You grabbed the rest of your gear along with the mask that slipped down around your neck until it was needed then walked outside. All of you were riding in Nikki’s suv so that was a plus. You headed for it never minding Jay or Samuel.

___________________

“Is she single?” Samuel asked Adam, not realizing Jay could overhear or more so not realizing Adam had moved them to the point to make sure Jay could hear. “As far as I know man. Ask her out after the job though, not before”

Like hell was Jay letting that happen. You were his, not this FBI asshole’s. Woah where did that thought come from? Yeah time it hit it rang true. You were his, he was yours. He wasn’t letting you go without a damn fight because the jealousy he felt wasn’t even warranted. You weren’t his and yet you damn sure felt like you were.

“MOVE MOVE MOVE”

You ran behind Nikki chasing two perps down and both of you hit them hard, rolling them up in the street as Jay and Samuel caught up from cuffing their own perps. “You good?” Jay asked and you nodded, pushing hair back from your face “Fuckin perfect” this damn task force was doing its job. Twenty arrests in the last two days. You were tired and wound up and needed a break from Jay walking around in his damn black out gear looking like well that.

Samuel offered you a hand to your feet so you took it with a smile “Thanks Sam” he nodded “Of course” and you saw Jay’s jaw tighten. “How many more are on Hank and George’s list?” Nikki asked and you grinned “I think we may be done” 

Samuel smirked at you about the time you heard the two men in question calling everyone to circle up. You snatched your perp up while Nikki snatched hers up, both of you passing them off to patrol before heading towards Hank and George.

Hank looked around “Head back to the precinct. We need to do a headcount to make sure but we believe we got all the targets” you let out a breath and grinned “Thank god” then headed for Nikki’s suv.

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Jay’s eyes kept flickering towards Samuel. That son of a bitch had every intention to ask you out. He’d heard him talking about it and had caught him checking you out. He’d break his fucking jaw. 

The moment all of you stepped into the precinct he grabbed your arm as soon as you walked into rollup “Hey, we need to talk” you cut your eyes up at him then looked back at Nikki and Samuel “About what?” he shrugged “Five minutes sweetheart” you sighed “Fine”

______________

You let Jay pull you into the tech room and close the door behind himself. “What Halstead?” you asked and he looked at you “Don’t go out with that asshole” you knew you looked as confused as you felt because what the hell was he talking about? “What?” “Sam” he scoffed and you shook your head,  pulling at the collar of your black out gear “I don’t have time for this shit Jay”

You turned to walk out but he grabbed you and the next thing you knew your back was against the wall and Jay was holding you against it, standing over you “I know you want me as bad as I want you” you didn’t say anything so he leaned down, lips just a breath from yours “Say you don’t and I let you go”

“And if I say I do?” you whispered and his lips crashed against yours. You whimpered lightly when his tongue slipped past your lips, tasting every inch of your mouth he could. His hands went to your hips, gripping tightly. He pulled back enough to speak against your lips “I need you please” you nodded “Ok” he smiled against your lips, hands slipping down to work at the belt and zipper of your tach pants. Once they were loose enough he could get his hand in it he wasted no time slipping his fingers down below your panties. He teased your clit with his thumb and when your head fell back against the wall, a gasp leaving you that he had to swallow with a kiss he slipped one thick finger into you, followed by a second.

Your hand went to his wrist, not trying to move it, just needing something to hold onto. “Jay” you moaned lightly and he grinned against your lips “Be quiet baby. Don’t want no one to hear us” you rolled your bottom lip between your teeth, eyes going from watching where his fingers were working their way in you up to his eyes “I need more of you Jay” you whispered and his eyes widened “What do you want baby?” 

You ran a hand over the bulge in his pants and a low groan left him “sweetheart, can you be quiet?” you whimpered when his fingers hit a spot deep inside of you “One way to find out. If I’m yours fucking claim me Jay” his forehead fell against yours, fingers slowing inside of you. “Princess, if you’re mine that makes me yours too”

You raised your eyes to him “Then take what’s yours” he pulled his fingers out of you and licked them clean before leaving a bruising kiss on your lips. He turned you around, bracing your hands against the wall. You could hear him fighting with the belt and zipper of his pants “I’m gonna take you home with me, take my time” you looked over your shoulder and felt your mouth go dry when he pushed his pants down just far enough his hard cock could slip out “Shit” he grinned “Second thoughts?”

You shook your head “I trust you” he smiled and folded himself over your shoulder to press a kiss to your lips as he pushed your pants down far enough he could line himself up with your opening before sliding in with one hard thrust. “It’s gotta be fast, baby. They’ll realize we’re gone”

You bit down hard on your lip to keep the moan in that wanted to escape from the feeling of him stretching you so damn deliciously “Don’t care, just fuck me please” you whispered and he chuckled “Yes ma’am”

He had one hand at your waist, keeping you upright and the other at your collarbone. He found a rhythm that had his hips snapping into yours at a pace that made your eyes roll back into your head with every damn thrust. “Please don’t stop” you whispered and he laughed. One of his hands came down to your clit, rubbing tight circles. A moan tried to escape you but the hand at your collarbone moved up to your throat, squeezing just enough to cut off the sound before it made it out. The mixture of sensations of his cock slamming into you, his fingers working at your clit and the air getting cut off made your orgasm slam into you so damn hard his hands on you were the only thing keeping you up straight. 

 “Where can I cum?” he groaned, releasing his grip on your neck so you could answer “In me, please” you whimpered and his head fell over on your shoulder “Fuck you want me fallling in love already don’t you?”

He gave a few more hard thrusts then buried himself inside of you, you felt when he came, some of it sliding back down your thighs. “Fuck” you breathed as he moved to pull your pants up then fixed his own. 

He helped you to stand and smiled when he saw how wobbly your legs were. “:You ok?” you nodded, holding onto his arms “I think so” he grinned “Good because like I said, you’re mine but I’m yours too. Got it?” you nodded “Got it”

You heard Adam calling both of your names and your eyes got wide. Yeah there was no way he wasn’t gonna figure out what just happened. “What do we do?” you asked and he grinned “Hope Voight or Platt doesn’t realize?” you shook your head “So much help”

The moment you and Jay stepped out of the tech room Adam’s eyes got wide “Kevin owes me fifty bucks man!” you glared at him “Mention this and I’ll kill you. Say we’re together, that’s fine, risk our jobs, you’re a dead man” he shook his head “I’m not saying shit you horny little fucks straighten up it’s time to tell the feds bye. We can go home within the hour"

You cut your eyes at Jay then nodded “Let’s go say bye in that case. I’m suddenly eager to get out of here” “I bet you are” Adam laughed on the way upstairs.

Jay slipped his hand into yours, just in case Samuel got any ideas. You were officially his, he wasn’t letting you go now. Besides he had so many ideas for when he got you back to his place, to an actual bed with a few hours to spare with you spread out for him. That thought alone had him wrapping an arm around your waist to help your tremoring legs up the stairs a little faster.

You glanced over your shoulder at him and smiled "I'm yours Jay. No need to be jealous" he stopped walking to press a kiss to your lips "I'm yours baby" Adam shook his head "and for once I was right" then kept walking.

[eggcompany]

modern jayvik but covid era and they’re roommates. viktor is in college studying lit like a nerd or something and jayce is a mechanic. really fluffy shit but they fuck sometimes, as homies ofc. since jayce can’t go to the gym, he gets soft and Vik LOVES it.

Barking 🍽 I'm ready for dinner.

Love that "COVID era" is now a thing. Like I remember reading fics that were tagged "pre-phones" and being like... that was not that long ago. Love that so much, makes me so fucking old.

Viktor would be an a total nerd during lockdown. He's turn to learning and bettering his understanding of his major. He'd also be the kinda person who'd start doing those tiny micro puzzles.

He'd hole up in his room, string lights tacked to the ceiling, puzzles hung on his walls, glued together with Elmer's. He'd forget what slacks even felt like, how to do up his own belt. He would be a wreck.

His roommate would not be much help because was going crazy with cabin fever. Viktor knew when it was 6am and time to go to bed because Jayce would be up, banging around getting ready to go run around campus for an hour. He couldn't go to the gym so he settled for running laps around their building and doing pushups in the common area.

They'd been... fraternizing. Viktor wasn't a touchy man. Never was. But Jayce started it. Sitting too close on the couch, leaning over him, touching his arms, his back, who knows who leaned in first that first make out session on the couch as freshman. But things progressed, they were twenty years old boys, things all pointed to the easiest way to keep sane.

Jayce was hot, strong and big, Viktor didn't mind the way he pulled and pushed, showing off his strength in bed. He wasn't domineering, he was like a big docile dog, listening to every word. But once lockdown started and they survived off the shitty food that was delivered and whatever Jayce brought back from the convince store at midnight, they both became a bit... differently shaped.

Viktor knew he was loosing weight and that wasn't helping but he couldn't care. Jayce was getting soft around the center. Viktor loved it. The soft give at the bottom of his stomach, the squish of his thighs, the tender fat of his ass that wasn't there before, even his arms and his chest, he was no longer skin on muscle, he was soft and buff and it got Viktor burning up to see.

Jayce was better to snuggle, better to sit close and get hugged against, better to grab and pull, to call deeper faster more more. Jayce mostly just wanted Viktor to eat, which Viktor abliges because he'd do anything to see Jayce smile, big and toothy, with his bearded face and long messy hair.

[secretly-tword-obsessed]

The Forbidden Topic

Hey gigglers!

This fic was requested by @ryoko-loves-roses who wanted lee Frontman and lee salesman. So I wrote for both of their ticklish asses!

Summary: The Frontman has some time off with his favorite employee. Unfortunately for him, a rather sensitive topic is raised.

Warning - their are discussions of Frontman x 456 in this

Warning - This is a TICKLE FIC

The Recruiter and his boss, Hwang In-Ho, were having a smoke outside a coffee shop. It was late at night and a rather deserted neighborhood, so they could talk shop without the fear of being heard.

They chatted about everything - from which players they thought would stay and leave after the first round, to which were the best at Dakji (the Recruiter had a lot of fun telling those stories), to joking about previous winners.

"Speaking of previous winners", the Salesman said, his usual stoic demeanor at the forefront, "I heard a rumor that you put player 456 back in the games".

In-Ho smirked, "Oh, I did yes. The idiot wanted to go back in. Apparently the guards found a tracker in his tooth - what a juvenile plan".

The Salesman chuckled, his white teeth gleaming, enjoying bonding over Gi-Hun's misfortune.

"I'll enjoy watching him this year", In-Ho continued, "Let's see what he does. Hell, he might even try to stage a coup".

The Salesman's smirk turned cheeky, "Yeah, you'll be keeping a close eye on him alright".

In-Ho growled. "What's that supposed to mean?", he asked, turning around to directly face his employee. Oh, he knew exactly what The Recruiter was alluding to, but he wouldn't admit it to save his life.

"Oh come on", The Recruiter said. He didn't say it in a playful way - he said it in his regular, relaxed tone - which had a hint of mischief at In-Ho's unfortunate expense.

"I'm talking about your obvious....crush on 456", he said slyly. This made the Frontman's face go red with furry, and perhaps a bit of embarassment.

"Okay, shut up right now or your fired", he groaned, trying to look as stern as he could. In his defense, it was hard to look stern when you were being teased about someone you were....interested in.

The Recruiter, knowing it was an empty threat, continued, "Is that why you've also decided to join the games as a player this year? You think you have a shot with the guy?"

Okay, that was it. The Recruiter had gone too far. He grabbed his shoulders, pushing him into the brick wall, his eyes bulging. Of course, the Recruiter maintained his calm demeaner, just smirking despite his situation.

He knew that In-Ho wouldn't actually attack him. They'd been friends before In-Ho had hired him, and there were times when they acted, let's just say, unprofessionally with each other. If their work wasn't so brutal, they could even have been referred to as 'best buddies'.

They stood like that for a few seconds - In-Ho pinning the Recruiter against the wall, breathing heavily, looking like he would strike at any second. The younger man decided to put his hands up in mock surrender, just to aggravate his boss even further.

Suddenly, a dark smile crept onto the Frontman's lips. The Recruiter, a little confused but not not showing it, asked - "What is it?"

"Ohh, nothing", In-Ho said with a sigh. The evil undertone of his voice did make the Recruiter, although he would never admit it, a little worried.

"It's just that, well, you've' lifted up your arms so....you've' pretty much decided my method of retaliation for me".

Before the Recruiter could respond, he felt ten digits digging into his sides, causing him to collapse forward with a whine. In-Ho chuckled as he stabilized the man, keeping him pinned so that he had proper access to that oh-so-sensitive torso.

"Nohohoho!", the man gasped - his normally cocky self completely thrown out the window by his ticklish nature.

"You deserve this", In-Ho continued, scratching at his sides more gently and slowly, before speeding up again - taking delight in the way his victim's laughter got louder and softer, up pitches and down pitches, depending on the exact movements of his attacker's fingers.

"Fuhuhuhuck yohohohou!", he laughed, thrashing to the side, trying to use his chest muscles to knock off the offending hands.

"Hey", In-Ho said innocently, "No need to use that language with me. That's hardly professional".

In-Ho's grin grew wider as he began to poke at his employee's ribs experimentally. The man gasped, before his laughter went squeaky and he began to flail his arms uselessly.

"Ooo, there it is!", In-Ho remarked with an accomplished smile, "There's that spot that always gets you".

The Recruiter was giggling and squealing to much to respond.

"You know", In-Ho added, beginning to have a bit too much fun watching this normally stoic man dissolve under his fingers , "It's quite dangerous to be this ticklish in a job like yours. What if the potential contestants use it against you, hmm?"

The Frontman's victim continued to laugh and thrash, those squeaks being so high pitched that they could have deafened a cat.

"I mean, couldn't they just get really fed up with you when they keep losing. What if they decide to smack you back, only to than realize that..."

In-Ho stopped, pausing his fingers. The Recruiter began to catch his breath, but before he could speak, he was interrupted.

"What if they realized that doing this would be much more effective?"

Before he could protest, In-Ho started squeezing the Recruiter's belly, making him scream.

"Wow, you lucky nobody's around. They'd think I was slaughtering a wild animal."

"NAHAHAHA - HAHHA - NOHOHO!", the Recruiter cried, flailing more desperately.

"Now do you regret that stupid little remark?", the Front man prompted, digging one of his hands around the man's navel, making him squeal before he continued to toss and turn.

"IHIHIHIHI - IHIHIHI..."

"Aww, are you too ticklish to respond?", In-Ho teased, his grin both wicked and sincere, "How adorable little buddy".

This went on for a few more seconds, before In-Ho could see tears streaming down the younger man's cheeks. Satisfied, the Frontman let up, stepping back and giving the Recruiter space to breathe.

The released man smashed his hand to his heart, breathing heavily, giggles still slipping from his lips.

"Hohoholly shit".

"You deserved that", In-Ho quickly responded.

"Yeheah, well, you deserve this!"

In an instant, the Recruiter had grabbed In-Ho's shoulders, turned him around and pinned him against that brick wall.

"Now", he said evilly, his smug smirk returning as he watched In-Ho's mild panic at realizing he was completely trapped, "Let's see if you can take what you dish out, hmm?"

The Recruiter raised his eyebrows as he started poking his right hand up and down Inho's side, and using his left hand to squeeze at that knee. The man snorted, before letting out a stream of cackles.

"Nohohoho!", he whined, his legs sinking but the Recruiter holding him up in place.

"What was that? No?", the Recruiter teased, taking the hand that was on his side and drilling a finger into the side of In-Ho's belly.

"Nahahaha! Quit ihihihit!"

"Wow", the Recruiter said, "You ticklish bastard. You have the audacity to ask me to stop?"

The assaulting fingers wiggled faster, moving to attack under their victim's arms. In-Ho let out another loud snort before his laughter became louder and his squirms more desperate.

"Okahahy! Okahahahy! Stahahawp!"

The Recruiter smiled to himself. Sure, his boss wasn't as ticklish as he was, but he was still pretty damn sensitive, and it gave him an excessive sense of satisfaction to get this revenge.

"Oooo, what if I told Mr 456 about this little weakness, hmm?", the Recruiter teased, knowing that there was nothing the Frontman could do to fight back.

In-Ho's cheeks went darker, his eyes flashing with a tint of anger that was completely undermined by his laughter "Shuhuhuhuhut uhuhuhuup!"

The recruiter chuckled again, "Your really in no position to be telling me to do anything. Wouldn't it be funny if that guy somehow found out that you can be taken down by a few fingers under your arms? Wouldn't that be cute. He would tickle you all night - you would keep up the other players with your laughter".

In-Ho was too flustered to respond. The Recruiter's idea sounded....nice...but no. He had a job to do.

Finally, the Recruiter ceased his attack, though he kept his victim pinned to the wall.

As the front man huffed and puffed, the Recruiter raised an eyebrow, making that expression he always did when he was challenging someone to a game.

"I'll only let you go if you swear not to get me back. Deal?"

In-Ho, completely resigned, let out a sigh "Okay, deal".

Man, what would Gi-Hun do if he found out?

Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed! We never see these two together in the show so this is just how I'd imagine their dynamic is lol. Feel free to give feedback - my back is starving

[annoyinglilbro]

Hey, you’re a really good writer can I please ask you to expand on the Prince-Who-Invalidated-his-identity X Knight-Who-don’t take-that-shit? Like maybe right before the Prince re-exits the closet and is really nervous so the knight calms him with making him cum? Again, awesome writer, love your work, love the fauxcest, royalty, and feral, it’s really good

Me trying to remember if I’ve ever written a scene where I make any of them cum, am I blue balling my characters?? Alright let’s fix that here we goooo

It’s the day after the ball, after the night the prince was cornered by his knight and confronted about the lace and frills tied to his body with a corset. The day after his knight cut those fabrics off his body and reminded him who he is.

But now all he can feel is dread. He’s pacing his room, his knight leaning against a wall and trying to calm him down. Neither one of them are in uniform, not after the night they just shared. Now all the knight can do is watch his lover stumble from one side of the room to the other, worrying his thumb between his lips.

“My parents aren’t going to understand. They already set up the arrangements, these prince’s coming are expecting a princess. Maybe this is a mistake. I should just put the dress back on-“

“You are not a mistake. Nor are you a princess. These spoiled brats coming to eye you up will just have to deal, none of them will be a better man than you. None of them will be suited to care for you.”

The prince just sighs, collapsing on his bed and putting his face in his hands.

“It’s not that easy! You don’t get it, okay? There’s so much pressure. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. My kingdom has to come first, right? Isn’t that what good rulers do? Put the kingdom first?”

The knight stalks over to his prince, pushing him back on the bed by his shoulders. The prince falls back onto the soft and pillowy bed with a thump, letting out a small whine when the knights hands are gripping at his sleep pants and pulling them down over his hips.

“What are you doing? I have to meet with my parents soon.”

“And you will. But right now you really need to relax, you’re way to wound up. The stress is messing with your head and making you think silly thoughts.”

“And eating me out is going to help?” The prince snorts, rolling his eyes.

He’s met with a sharp smack against his cunt, making him jump and glare down at the other boy.

“What was that for?!”

“I’m not eating you out. I’m sucking you off, my royal pain in the ass.”

Prince who scoffs but doesn’t argue, letting the knight work at him with his mouth. The small bud is being flicked against with his tongue, suckled into his warm mouth and it has his hips rolling. The knight massages circles into the Prince’s thighs with his thumbs, humming against the sensitive peak of nerve.

“Fuck…ah god…love your mouth.”

Prince’s hands tangle in the knights messy curls, trying pull him closer than he already is, desperately trying to fuck his face. The knight is stronger though, it’s easy to grab those bucking hips and hold him still, making him let out a choked sob.

“P-please I need more..hmm ahh..”

Knight presses one hand firmly down on his stomach, his other hand dipping between the wet folds of his puffy cunt. He starts with his middle finger, working it in and out of the warm hole that tries to desperately to clench around him. The prince lets out another whine, the greedy boy that he is needs more and has little patience. He presses his ring finger inside, easily slipping inside.

The prince is panting, an arm thrown over his face, presumably to hide his flushed face and wet lashes but the knight knows, he knows how his prince looks when he’s taken apart. There’s no use trying to hide his expressions from him. Even if his eyes are covered he can still see the way his chest heaves, the way his lips part and gasp for air when he’s close. He can hear the way his moans crack and raise in octave, like a symphony to his ears.

“M’gonna cum m’gonna cum” the words are messy and slurred and it only drives the knight to work harder.

He curls his fingers inside, pressing down on his stomach with the other hand while his mouth continues to abuse the little erect dick. When the prince cums it’s with a broken cry that has him arching his back and burying his fingers tightly into the knights hair once again, as if he has to hold him there. There’s knight lets him ride out his orgasm, moving his mouth to lick up the boys juices. He kisses the inside of the boys thighs, finally pulling his fingers free from the tightening walls that tried to keep him there.

“Such a good boy, you taste so sweet. Better than any wine that could ever be offered. My prince, my darling boy.”

The prince sighs, a soft smile on his lips as his fingers card through the knight’s thick hair.

“You spoil me, knight.”

“And I always will. I’ll always be by your side, always. There isn’t a single force in this universe that could tear me away from you. I don’t have jewels or gold coins to adorn you with, but I promise you will never go a single day where you feel unloved. Unseen. I will always see you.”

The prince laughs, pulling other boy up to his face to kiss at his lips.

“Ugh, you taste of me.”

“I know, isn’t it just divine?”

“You’re ridiculous…but I do feel better. I think I’m ready to face my parents.”

Knights who wraps his arms around the prince, flipping them so the other boy is ontop of him.

“Ofcourse. Just let me hold you for awhile longer. Then we’ll go together. Any storm you face, we will brave together.”

“You’ve taken this all so well…how? I think you’re the only person who’s never questioned me.”

The knight grins, sitting up in the bed just enough to lift his shirt and reveal the two faded scars across his chest. The prince gasps, fingers tracing over the scars.

“How did I never notice? We grew up together, I would have…what? How? I have so many questions!”

The knight just laughs and wraps the prince in another hug, burying his face in his hair and sighing.

“I’ll answer all your questions in due time, my prince. Don’t you worry that pretty little head about that.”

[shy-canadian-snowflake]

Not Sober Pt 2

“Hm. Morning baby.” Wade said softly, reaching out for Logan. Logan rolled over and faced the other, a frown on his face. It took a second for Wade to clue in. “Oh.”

“Oh? Oh is all you have to say? Wade, you got stoned last night.” Logan shook his head. “Your doctor told you- you know better. It can worsen your delusions.” 

“I’m not sorry.” The man stated, sitting up. Logan joined him and reached for his hand. Wade wanted to pull away but didn’t. Logan intertwined their fingers. 

“Talk Mouth. Explain to me so I can understand why the hell you’d put your mental health at risk. You’ve been doing so good.” Wade’s lips twitched up into a sad smile as he took Logan’s hand and pressed it into his cheek. He nuzzled into the warm palm and let out a long sigh. 

“I felt like I could control the chaos in my head. Sober me has been getting his fucking ass kicked. My brain is telling me I'm an awful human who only harms people, who only brings fucking suffering and sadness and despair. That there’s a ‘But’ when you say you are happy that I’m still alive.” 

“Darlin. I am happy you are here.” Wade shook his head slowly and pulled Logan’s hand into his lap. He pressed on different parts of his palm, massaging it out. 

“It still feels like there’s a ‘But’. But not really. But only when you are having a good day. But only when you are useful. It’s stupid.”

“It is fucking stupid because it’s not fucking true. I’ll love you bad day or good Bub.” Wake looked at him with a weak smile before going back to playing with his hand.

“Weed helps. I can see my own mental health in the maze that is my head. I can handle the world with all its fucking bullshit, I can understand the situation going on without feeling crippling panic. Everything is in neat tidy boxes that I can grab and organize and file everything away.” He gave a weak laugh, shaking his head. “ It might take me a few more minutes to do things or get the words out but I feel like a functional person who can work, who can do things. I feel like a normal person. I feel okay. I feel real.”

“You are real Wade.” 

“Yeah Well.” He turned Logan's hand over to trace the veins on the back of it. “I don’t fucking feel like it.”

There was a moment of silence as each man took a moment to collect their thoughts. Wade was the first to break the silence, like he always was.

“When I’m sober, I’m locked in a room of dark spaghetti and I can’t get out. I’m drowning in fear of what is going on in the world, the fact that we have a billionaire that’s getting a little too close to being a well known dictator with a horrible taste in mustaches. All of these noodles of despair and fear. Time does repeat and we don’t learn and the sun is going to blow up one day so is it even worth anything and I’m just so scared and I feel like I’ll never not be scared and- and Weed quiets all that. Weed brings me to the chaos I can control. I can consent too. My brain is making me think and feel things without my consent.”

“Okay.” Logan said slowly, throwing an arm around the other and pulling him close. Wade head butted him which he did so back, “What can I do to help?”

“Let me smoke weed without judgment.” 

“And what is your head saying to ya?” Wade hated that Logan always knew when he wasn’t all right. Sometimes it was great when he was questioning his own reality. Questioning if something is really there. It’s not so great when the voices in his ear are telling him things that make sense to him, but he knows won’t make sense to another living soul. It was like messages only for him to understand. Spoken in an old  language only he understood. 

“If I can break my ankle I’ll be in control of my chaos. My mind won’t control me today.” He sighed out, not bothering to fight. 

“That’s why you shouldn’t do weed, darlin. It’s telling you things that aren’t true.”

“They feel fucking true. Can I just die for a few hours and wake up with a better head?” 

“Al will be pissed if we got more blood and guts on this couch.” Wade flopped back onto the pull-out, sighing loudly. 

“I don’t want to fight Logan. I want my mind to be silent for one goddamn day.” There was a warble to his voice as he spoke. Logan laid down beside him, pulling him close- chest to back. He tucked his legs behind Wades, causing the man to curl up a bit more. His arm thrown over Wade’s chest made sure to keep his hand pressed into Wade’s heart, feeling the beating of it through the shirt he wore. 

“Do the meds. Do the meetings. Do what you got to. You will have a quiet day again Wade.”

“I doubt it.” 

“You will.” And Logan spoke with such certainty that Wade wanted to believe.

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I'm having a real fucking hard time. My brain is saying to break my ankle. It makes sense too. If I do, the pain will override my brain and I won't have to be so fucking scared of everything. Future me- Don't smoke weed, it's not worth this fucking dark puddle.